#penny dispatch

[the-batacombs]

Okay! Comics!

I think I've read so many things since I last made a comics post, so this is probably just going to be an assorted overview of things I have on my mind.

Nightwing 119/120: It's interesting. It's definitely going somewhere that I'm willing to go. The art is good, but it's not really catching my interest, and neither is the pacing. I think I'm dropping this one for now and will come back to read it in trades when I get around to working through Nightwing where I left off. Congrats to everyone really excited about Watters' run; it looks like it'll be good, but it's really not written for me.

Absolute Superman 1: Oh my gosh the cover on this. It's so good. I loved this story, even if I was a little...not sure how I feel about the twisted origin. I'm definitely willing to wait and see how I feel about it. The relationship between Kal and the suit...the glowy arms...the way he approaches each problem and tries to solve it? I love this. Everything I'd hoped it would be--actually, a lot better than I'd hoped it would be. I love Lois but I'm not super enamoured of the modern comics version so the twist at the end was like...okay!

Absolute Wonder Woman 1/2: Gave this a shot on the basis of the reviews I've been hearing and am loving it. The paneling on this? The PANELING? That one page in issue one where the panels fan out as concentric circles that Diana runs through, that was something else. The tone and atmosphere in this book are exceptional, it really does catapult you into the story and not let you go, and I like the balance of the relationship between Steve and Diana. The colouring was amazing and I'm really disappointed DC even printed a "Noir variant" because it seems to devalue the hard and deeply impressive work of the colourist so much.

Same goes for the Absolute Batman Noir variant.

Absolute Batman 1: Yeah, this one isn't for me. I said at the start I was only going to give Absolute Batman a shot if there was an Absolute Robin, and I'm still there. I picked this one up on a whim and because I'd heard good things about the art; the art is great, but the story is...it's just not for me. It's a little silly (the panel with the bat-ax versus the cleaver was an excellent visual gag) and the art is indeed fantastic: visually strong, dynamic, interesting (the title page and the one where Bruce pulls on the cowl were both top-notch), but the rest of the story isn't balanced in a way that I'm interested in. I did love Bruce's utilities/engineering background. I'm mostly frustrated by the sense of Gotham, I think. In A!Wonder Woman and A!Superman, you have a very clear sense of the Absolute-style suffering and terror that DC is trying to frame our heroes against. And Gotham is...mostly the same? The "heart" has gone out of it? The decision to have an external narrator on A!Batman 1 and A!Wonder Woman 1 was excellent, though.

DC, when are we going to get Absolute Flash? It keeps getting teased but there's nothing in the Previews for anyone else. That's the one I want to see.

Batgirl 1: I think I've covered this elsewhere. Gorgeous, and an okay starting place, but I think the pacing was a little off, a little too slow. I could have done with a little less spine-twisting. And Cass' internal narration is very different from her internal narration in the current Birds of Prey; withholding judgement or an opinion on that, but it was interesting to note.

Black Canary: Best of the Best 1: I'm going to be honest I had hopes in the gutter for this one because I still haven't read more than a couple issues of Tom King's writing that I actually enjoyed. I do like Ryan Sook, though. This...was really good. There was a lot of dialogue but it was well-written and justified in-story, and it moved quickly and was really fun. The structure was great, the plot is solid, it feels like a strong story with fun stakes, I loved it, I'm going to keep reading it. Tom King don't you dare mess this up. I'm counting on you.

Side note but is this before Absolute Power or something? I thought Barry didn't have his speed...

Batman: The Brave and the Bold 19:

The Hum: So many plot holes in this story, but if you ignore those, it's...okay? Again, needed an editor. Lots of "telling" over "showing" and superlatives when a close-in look at the crisis would have served much better. "I've never seen Gotham this bad." Okay, Bruce. Very much a middle-of-the-road stocking stuffer of the type you find in these anthologies. Hopefully they'll let the writer keep honing their skills! I'd really love for these stories to be places up-and-coming writers can try new things, see what works, see what doesn't work.

Robin Season: This is...not good. Not in character. The dialogue is canned. The art is just okay and hard to follow. Tim saying the hacker brain line out loud made me physically cringe.

The Hive: YES! Loved this and want to see where it goes next. Arts and colours were great on this one, and I loved to see more of Maxine, who I have not seen a lot of except as a very supporting Flash character.

Man's Underworld: Nikola Čižmešija saved this one with the art. The dialogue and the patter were also good--this is a good story, just...not one that I loved. Bits and pieces in here that made me wince, just personally. Nice to see a totally out-of-Gotham story, though, and the team-up is a really strong bedrock for the story.

Leftovers: Very good art, again, thank you Stevan Subic. Strong ending story, well-written, although I'm not sure what the...point? angle? on this story is. It's very dark and atmospheric to feel a bit shallow once you're done reading it. Also I originally posted this without it because I had completely forgotten it existed in the hour since I'd sat down to read it. So that's...maybe a review in and of itself.

I've been reading through Action Comics and really been enjoying the Waid/Tamaki stories, although I do think the A story took a while to get off of the ground, and the B story is moving so slowly I'm getting increasingly confused. Enjoying the art on both of them and interested enough to keep coming back every week. Loving the genre fun of Waid's story: the airship, the phantom zone, the dimensional travel. Tamaki's started as the more compelling narrative, but as it drags on I'm finding myself hoping it'll be a tighter story in trade or after it's all come out.

Batman 153/154: Look, I'm going to be honest, I picked up The Dying City because I saw it had Mayor Nakano in it, and Mayor Nakano is one of my all-time favourite tertiary characters. So you can imagine how I'm doing right now.

Iron Man 1: I don't read a lot of Marvel, but I heard good things about this one and I have a friend who's a big fan so I figured I'll pull it in time with her. It's good, lots of re-setting-up from the last storyline which I knew nothing about. Ackerman is new to comics and you can kind of tell, but I think he'll get his feet on the ground pretty soon. Opening Marvel after so much DC is always a bit disorienting: the paper is different, the font is different, they do these single-page titles with so much text on them. Anyway, this one is provisionally very good--I'm always down for a good legal/corporate fight--and I'm happy to see where it goes.

The new Flash I'm saving for tomorrow.

[howi99]

Project ARC remake 16

Weiss: *angry* That Dolt! Why didn't he defend himself? It's like he wants to get killed!?

Ren: *looking at Weiss* I don't think he doesn't want to defend but more so that he is incapable. We saw how efficient he was at dispatching Grimms.

Weiss: That's why i don't get it! He could go toe-to-toe with a deathstalker! Why is he struggling against Cardin!?

Ren: I don't know why, but he is unable to attack anyone. He said it was against protocol, but what was he talking about?

Pyrrha: Maybe where he trained, they couldn't fight in exhibition match? Maybe he only learned how to fight against grimms?

Weiss: *rolling her eyes* Pyrrha, you saw just as i how good he was at dodging and weaving. He knows how to fight.

Pyrrha: Then... Maybe he is a pacifist?

Ren: *Thinking* Then why did he choose to come to Beacon? Why not just take the huntsman exam?

Pyrrha: Why didn't you? Would have been easier than coming all this way from Mistral.

Ren: I'm not really good when it comes to fighting grimm. I know i still have a lot to learn.

Weiss: *sigh* When he's back, i'll ask him.

_________

Ozpin: *looking at the camera footage showing Jaune's inability to retaliate against Cardin* ... There must be a way to overwrite his protocol.

Qrow: *drinking a bit* that would be asking the good doctor to remove it. But then again, he might just want to study him. It's not everyday someone is missing part of their soul.

Glynda: *hitting the table with enough force the marble fissured* I REFUSE! *Panting, her aura trying to heal the broken bones in her hand*

Qrow: *jumping from Glynda outburst*

Ozpin: *sigh* His condition isn't getting better Glynda. You know that, right?

Glynda: *grinding her teeth* He's the reason my brother is in this state! *Sitting down* I was supposed to be there for him...

Ozpin: *sigh* It shouldn't have happened. The fact is, Salem found the right person even though we took precautions. We couldn't have known.

_________

Watts: *looking at Pietro* What is it?

Pietro: *scratching the back of his neck* My daughter is asking for an update on Jaune.

Watts: *annoyed* Well, so am i! That damn kid is still missing in action and we STILL haven't found a body!

Pietro: You seem... worried?

Watts: Well of course i am! Imagine if someone with half a brain took him and retro-engineered him!? He's the first fighting prototype to actually be somewhat as good as yours!

Pietro: *shaking his head* Again with that? Penny is my daughter, not just a project to complete or a work in progress.

Watts: *rolling his eyes* You and your damn feelings, i can't understand, really i can't.

Pietro: Really? So the clothes you buy for each and every A.R.C you make, all of them chosen after carefully asking each what their favorite type of clothes and brand are.

Watts: *groan*

Pietro: *laughing* Ah don't worry, i will not ask about the birthday cake in the fridge.

Watts: ... *Sigh* White, made it for Jaune. We know he is alive, his vitals are still transmitted even if they are inconsistent.

Pietro: I see... Well, i will tell Penny the same news as always.

Watts: *looking at Jaune's Vital, seeing his aura getting from 70 to 71* Hm...

Pietro: *who was leaving* What's wrong?

Watts: Well, nothing wrong per say... His aura stayed at 70 for the last month but... It seems to finally get up? I wonder why.

[opertabry]

wrong number smau ➝ wru (half written)

synopsis ➝ peer pressured by your group members, you ask a fellow idol for her number. but when you texted her that night, you realised that she wasn’t the person you were texting. what you didn’t know was that she gave karina’s, aepsa’s hotshot visual and leader, number to you.

chapter 26 ➝ wru

the dinner made you feel like a teenager again, giggles filling the air as your knees would bump into each other under the table. you decided to listen to ryujin and take jimin to a reasonably nice, but cozy restaurant in downtown songpa-gu. it was nice enough to be considered appropriate for a proper date, but small enough to hide away from dispatch and any paparazzi that could potentially catch you two. although, being caught by dispatch didn’t even cross your mind once the whole time. or maybe you just didn’t care.

your giggles followed into the night air as you both stumbled out of the restaurant, after fighting over who would pay the bill (you won). you turned to jimin looking at her with a curious gaze when you saw her half lidded eyes focusing on you.

“thank you y/n. for the dinner, and everything.” looking at jimin, you decided you like her best like this; the wind slowly blowing her hair and the glow of the restaurants lights through the window shadowing her face beautifully.

“yeah, my pleasure.” you smiled at her, still stuck in a trance with her beauty. you must have had a distant look in your eye, because you heard her giggle at you.

“penny for your thoughts?”

“jimin, i think i’m falling in love with you.” you didn’t know what went over you to have said it so casually, but you were snapped out of the daze you were in. you noticed how her smile faded, an unfamiliar glint appearing in her eyes.

“what?”

“i think i’m-” you repeated yourself, but was cut off when she exasperatedly threw her arms up.

“no! i heard you the first time.” jimin brought two fingers up to the bridge of her nose, pinching at it. you could tell she was frustrated, but you didn’t know why.

“oh.”

“listen, i like you y/n, i really do. but i don’t know if i can fall in love with you.” your face dropped, you felt something in your chest breaking. it ached and you hated how it was jimin that caused it.

“was it something i did?” any other reason would have been sufficient for you, anything but her not feeling the same way about you because you were well, you.

“no. i’m just not ready for that. i thought we were just flirting.”

“you thought all of that was just flirting?“ you furrowed your eyebrows, you felt anger boiling up.

“wasn’t it? i didn’t think we were serious.” if you weren’t so mad, you would have cooed at how adorable she looked with her head slightly tilted.

“right.” you scoffed, feeling your shoulders slump, you could laugh at how defeated you must look.

“you’re mad.”

“am i not supposed to be?” you did laugh this time, laughing at how pitiful you were.

“i can’t help that i can’t fall in love with you, y/n.” jimin’s voice was dripping with indifference, another stab to your heart.

“yeah, i just can’t believe i fell in love with someone without knowing they weren’t falling with me. i really thought you would be the one to catch me, jimin.” you knew you sounded desperate, and you thought you saw her glare falter for a second. probably a trick of the light.

“i’m not that person for you, i’m sorry. i’m not ready to fall in love.” she lowered her head, almost as if she was sad. you would have been fooled if you weren’t at the receiving end of her cold stare just a moment before.

“i can wait for you.”

“i don’t think you should.” she shook her head, chucking dryly. was she making fun of you?

“can’t you at least try to love me?” all your dignity was thrown out the window, you just wanted to have a chance with her.

“i don’t know, y/n.” she shrugged her shoulders, a sigh leaving her lips.

“please, i-“

and just as you felt tears about to spill out, she turned around and walked to her managers car, not even bothering to say goodbye. you stood there pathetically, watching as the car slowly moved away, becoming a small blob. your tears came free falling once the car went out of view, you didn’t care if dispatch caught you sobbing your heart out in front of a random restaurant. all you cared about was how you just lost someone you found yourself falling for.

shit has hit the fan..

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[novasintheroom]

063. Destitute

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 0.5k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description: You revisit the past. What could have been?

A follow-up chapter to this chapter of 150 Bullets.

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3.

He stands alone before the house.

It’s quiet. The whole town is.

Just a ghost town, a shadow of what was.

Your home.

Once filled with new light and laughter, now a shell of its former self. Piles of sand have built up in front of the windows; sandstorms must have hit recently. He can’t see inside; it’s too dark. But he can imagine the hallway, the living space, the small kitchen you both danced around in many nights, listening to the radio.

Vash can’t stop looking at it. The door hangs off the hinges where the group of hired thugs busted through months ago. He still remembers your scream.  How quickly they charged in, how quickly old habits returned, how he dispatched the intruders in your home.

You survived, but the damage was done. More thugs came looking for you, for Vash’s bounties, making a mess of the town while they were at it. The townsfolk grew suspicious, didn’t quite believe your names or identities anymore. Children were told to stay away, and soon rocks were being thrown in through the windows with paper threats tied around them, people spitting in your direction. It wasn’t long before you and he were packing up like old times and leaving before the pitchforks and torches could come out. The tears in your eyes as you looked around the inside had been too heartbreaking for Vash to bear.

Now, the town stands alone, with no carers or inhabitants. Who can say what caused its downfall? So many things can go wrong in a town on No Man’s Land. But Vash is sure of one thing:

It’s his fault. All his fault.

He should have known better than to hope.

If he had just been born normal, if he could just be normal, instead of…of…

Your hand is placed in his. The spiraling stops. 

“Hey,” you murmur, leaning into his side. Vash’s arm comes up and around your shoulders. You both stare at this derelict building before you.

Here stands what was once your hopes and dreams. A place to stay – a real safe place. To build a home. A family, maybe. The hinge on the door squeals as a breeze brushes by. Vash wonders if the key is still sitting at the bottom of his pack.

“You want to go in?” You ask. He can’t tell what you’re thinking right now. He’s too far in his own head still. But he shakes his head, muttering a ‘not really.’ You nod in understanding – or perhaps agreement.

Standing before what was is always solemn. He’s familiar with the feeling. Happens every time he sees the wreckage of a SEED ship out in the deserts. But what was is gone, and it won’t come back. So, he tugs you closer and places a kiss to your temple. “Let’s…see if the inn is still holding up, yeah?”

You walk with him through the ghost town, toward the old inn. Not a penny to your name, holes in your clothes from hard weather and travel, taking advantage of the old misery of others.

Destitute, but whole.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Tom Lee with Unhinged F!Reader

You meet the biggest of Daddys. (Masterlist for series. Again, dedicated to @the-eclipsed-luna. )

"You've dispatched all 3 of my children. What am I, as a loving parent, supposed to do?"

Tom Lee approaches you in some gaudy designer outfit. (Money really can't buy taste.)

You've always preferred to operate in the shadows, but you couldn't help if you were becoming a bigger than life character.

After all, it was only fitting to have a reputation to match your skills.

"What's your name, little girl?"

Again with the little girl? You refrain from rolling your eyes. You're used to a patronising tone disguised as pleasantry.

You shrug as you step over Eli Jang's weakened body, noting the way his eyes dart uncertainly between you both. "Call me whatever you want, Daddy."

Tom guffaws at your response, "I usually prefer danglers, but I like you."

"Well lucky for you, I love danglers."

.

.

You evade his attacks without effort, willing him to break you, but Tom continues wearing a smile.

It is almost insulting, the way he doesn't take you seriously. That was usually your shtick.

You would have pouted and grown irritable if you didn't easily flip this mountain of a man onto his back. You even managed to break his nose before he threw you off.

Old men and their old biases. The crunch of broken bone is especially satisfying this time. That'll teach him.

You notice the way he staggers in surprise, blood streaming from his nostrils and his eyes watering in pain.

Eyes flashing maliciously, dopamine rushing through your vein. Yes, this was more like it.

Cogs spin frantically in Tom's brain. The physics just doesn't make sense. How does a woman of your size manage to easily throw his body weight around?

And the force as you broke his nose. He felt the way you restrained yourself. You could have just as easily crushed his skull in that one move.

No ultra-instinct, no black eyes, no copy. Just raw, unadulterated, pure power.

He watches as you let out a haunting giggle, mimicking a phallic object with your hand.

You were toying with him as much as he was toying with you.

Has he ever seen such unmatched strength?

How is this even possible?

Where have you been lurking?

.

.

"Shh," you lean over and hold your finger to Tom's lips. The sound of him choking and gurgling on his own blood is really off-putting.

You're trying to work on your list damnit.

The flap of paper is in danger of disintegrating into nothing; covered in blood and literal guts, dog-eared and illegible.

Still. Who else, who else. You're running out of names.

You've made yourself comfortable sitting on Tom's chest, deep in thought and tapping your pen against your chin, as he struggles for breath.

Tom watches as you quietly think and ponder. As if you didn't just cause severe internal bleeding and was the reason for his pain and defeat. As if you didn't also wipe the floor with Eli Jang. As if you haven't gone toe to toe with some of the strongest fighters and come out victorious each time.

They were never even a fair match.

The penny drops for him, you're on a fruitless search. You have no equal, no counterpart. He would bet the White Tiger that there isn't anyone even close to you, you're just wasting your time.

"You're wasting your time," he manages to force out.

You pause.

"Maybe," you turn and look at him, your face taking on a fiendish appearance, "But I'm having fun breaking you all."

[sparkiekong]

Missing Evie 9/10

Evelyn had just finished up dispatching the succubi when she heard her brothers yell. “A girl’s work is never done; she sighed and wiped the blood from her face before she ran in the direction of her brothers who were fighting something familiar, but she was also new.

“We must capture this one… this is a new variant.” Evie said upon seeing her. It was clear that she was excited at the prospect of a new variant.

“Oh, so you get to keep one and I can’t?! That’s highly unfair.” Randall had managed to pin the girl in his arms. “Oh man, she’s terribly strong. Dead man’s blood?”

“If we can get it through that skin, maybe and if you’d found a new variant of a succubus, I would have said yes…” Evie exclaimed.

“Deal!” Randall had wrestled the girl to the ground when their brother finally caught his breath and came to help.

“Tristan, I need a way in…we’re taking this one home. A new variant, in a hundred years, there’s never been a new variant of the vampire! Can you imagine what Father will think of this?” Evie was bordering on ecstatic.

Tristan nodded and tried driving his dagger into her skin, “Didn’t know I’d need a miner’s pick… damn it all.” Eventually, the dagger opened a small wound that closed quickly, “Shit, she’s regenerating like a freaking lizard… move quickly sister.” He jammed the dagger deep into the closing wound to open it again. The vampire screamed as Evie injected her with the dead man’s blood and garlic.

The concoction seemed to put the vampire to sleep, and the siblings relaxed for a moment before pulling out more gear from their packs. Randall went to work finding enough pieces for a makeshift coffin while Tristan began blessing silver chains with holy water. Once she was properly secured the two brothers hefted it above their heads. Evie carried a box of bounty demon heads. They would make a pretty penny from this night.

She walked ahead of them, unsure of what to say. “I must leave this to you. I need to go retrieve my children before I make it home. Please, for the love of creation. Make sure that thing is securely sleeping in a cell.”

The two boys looked at each other, both doing the math in their heads, it had been enough time. Randall started to ask questions but stopped when Tristan shook his head no. Evelyn was silently thankful for the aid from her brother.

“I will explain it all in time, it changes nothing. I will lead us as I have always done. When I return you can meet your niece and nephew after I explain myself.” She walked off in the opposite direction of their home.

[comrade-ellis]

fantasy high junior year predictions/hopes

trackerbees breakup and kristen moves in with gilear

kristen discovers a disowned gay uncle and deals with the emotional fallout of having been kicked out of her family at 14 (can we please talk about THAT instead of more religion???)

her parents fucking die and through the power of friendship her gay uncle gets custody of her and her brothers

seriously can we please explore kristen's material familial relationships i think shes cool with god for now

gilear gets neutered

*gilear voice* i thought i was going to the doctor but it was the veterinarian fig. they took my balls.

ragh and aelwyn are friends and carpool to community college

aelwyn gets so much therapy and she gets super into zen and has a sand garden and picks up a multiclass in artificing

aelwyn and fabian retcon. they never banged and they actually do group therapy together. for some reason gilear is the receptionist at the therapists office he gets fired for breaking hippa

fabian is also in therapy. they all are

aelwyn gets super into welding. shes blue collar now baby

adaine starts sewing her own pants. i won't elaborate

fathrethriel comes back. don't know why this is in the adaine section. it is though.

adaine and ayda are friends more

adaine and ayda volunteer at the animal shelter together doing therapeutic readings to dogs

zane darkshadow is present :)

tracker transes their gender and kills a man any man is good maybe that like bird guy in the av club skrank

skrank

fig, fabian, gilear, and hallariel go to family counseling

sandra lynn goes on a scam therapy retreat but she gets really into the scam therapy. she doesn't get real therapy even though she should

jawbone + thistlesprings polycule. i dont want it and you dont want it but it could happen

gilear gets neutered

gilear successful yogurt enterprise foiled by sandra lynn's scam therapy

fig and ayda queerplatonic relationship

fig quits music. she starts doing slam poetry. it is unsuccessful and she experiences professional and creative disappointment

fabian engineered the gilear neutering

hallariel gets pregnant after gilear gets neutered and fabian obsesses over proving gilear is not the father. chungledown bim is the father. fabian obsesses over proving gilear is the father. fabian struggles with brotherhood. parallels to kristen's relationship with her brothers

cathilda gets a 2 bedroom and fabian moves in with her. new mom now. at strongtower luxury

fabian joins a competitive dance team à la dance moms

the night yorb is taken care of first combat

fabian is in a ballet class but because he started so much later than the other kids it's just a bunch of 6 year olds. there's a recital. this is related to the hallariel pregnancy story line

zelda and gorgug break up zelda is probably gay and gorgug is super supportive about it they're still friends they just weren't meant to be

gorgug and biological parents can we revisit this he met them last episode freshman year and didn't mention it sophomore year

gorgug decides to become a jazz musician and leaves fig and the sig figs

gorgug interns at tech start up. also elon musk is heavily implied to be the Big Bad. no one knows what gorgug does there

gorgug starts working at the ice cream place

gorgug fucking dies

gorgug and ragh accidentally get legally married and spend the season undoing that as a B plot

riz gukgak my beloved

riz and penny are penpals

riz and ayda are friends

riz considers getting his GED and leaving the group but is paralyzed by the notion of choice

riz laser tattoo removal arc

sklonda gets fired cuz her kid is a criminal and its a bad look for the PD

riz, sklonda, and gilear blow up elmville PD headquarters and seize control of dispatch to send every single cop to one address that's just a field so there's no cops in the city and the Bad Kids can break into gorgug's tech internship

arthur augefort dies of a congenital heart defect in the first seven minutes. garthy obrien new headmaster/principal

they build a new apartment building across the street from strongtower luxury called strongtower plaza. it's not relevant but it happens

torek railgrinder owns a sexy rat who is at the vet when gilear gets neutered

[floofers-1]

Scars

Summary: After relocating his lonely Dove to his bedroom; Doflamingo notices a strange behavior and confronts her about it

Pairing: Donquixote Doflamingo x Saint Maria (OC)

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Suggestive Themes, Author Self-Indulgence/(probably) ooc Doffy

Notes: More Lore based so yippe! Italics is either thoughts or emphasis on smth and I make it decently clear when it's thinking. Line breaks indicate time passing/ major scene change.

The dance had definitely sent the message intended, Maria no longer needed to even speak and she was granted whatever she pleased, the trash that was debating trying to woo her had silenced itself in fear of their king. One thing however had slowed and that was the two’s relationship.

Ironically the most heated things got between the birds the night of the dance was the dance itself. The two birds had begun drinking and while Maria had stayed attached to Doflamingo’s hip her drinking was excessive to say the least and by the time guests left she could hardly stand straight and was escorted to her quarters where she ejected bile off her balcony. By morning her head had been pounding and her memory after the serenade was fuzzy. To make matters worse, Doflamingo had quickly become swamped with work as his black market empire was booming with business and opportunities, particularly in the devil fruit trade. The only time the two had managed to see each other was pacing glances, otherwise Doflamingo was locked away in his office.

“I wish Doffy wasn’t so busy.” Maria huffed to Penny while laying in a chair by the pool with the comfort of a one piece swimsuit that to no surprise was a shade of pink.

“I understand my lady.” Penny sympathized, it hurt to see her master so lonely. The other family, while they did keep her company, were also busy and being dispatched to various locations along the Grand Line, making Maria even more alone in the large palace. “Would you like me to grab you a novel from the library and refill your lemonade?”

“Sure, maybe if I get caught up in a good book, he’ll pull away from his desk.” Maria placed a hand above her head to only heighten her woes. Penny quickly went to work, first refilling her master's drink before getting stuck in the library, she was unsure what her master enjoyed reading. Come to think of it, she didn’t think anyone really knew much about her master, Doflamingo and Penny knew she was a celestial dragon and she had consumed a devil fruit but other than that, they were in the dark on the young lady's past and many of her preferences.

Penny took a leap of faith based on how her master had behaved, grabbing a fairytale about a maiden trapped in a tower with extraordinarily long hair, rather befitting her master. By the time she had returned to the poolside Maria was laying on her stomach watching the grass in agony.

“Forgive me, my lady. I have returned.” She placed the fairytale on the table beside her master’s lemonade. Maria rolled over and gasped, a small smile crept to her face.

“This is it! This is the fairytale that made me long for my devil fruit!” She swiped the book up and had rapidly become absorbed by the story, unconsciously letting her hair grow as she read the words. Penny, noticing the sun's position, snuck into the palace to get a tray for her masters lunch.

The rest of the day sailed by as Maria had simply stayed by the pool reading the thick fairytale until it was time to rest. As she laid her head down for the night she sighed, no matter how comfortable this bed was it was lonely and for a maiden like her she wanted to hold onto her prince’s arm, or wrap around him for comfort while she slept.

Breakfast was lonely as Penny had been summoned by the young master for reasons unknown only leaving a note with Maria’s breakfast stating ‘keep yourself busy my lady I have urgent matters to take care of.’ Maria had occupied herself in the library for the day reading and daydreaming.

Penny on the other hand was busy with assistance of a few other castle servants moving things from Maria’s room into Doflamingo’s. It was a peculiar request since the young master never dared sleep with someone around. Once the rooms had been set up Penny went to retrieve her lady who at this point had a finished fairytale on her chest and was duly looking towards the ceiling.

“My lady, I have something I must show you.” Penny’s voice is cheerful to try and change the mood of her master. Maria looked over, she clearly could not handle being alone this long as she hopped up realizing she hadn’t just made up hearing Penny.

“Penny oh thank goodness!” She stood beside her servant. “What do you have to show me?” Her eyes were shining with childish wonder and she stood on her tiptoes.

“Come this way!” Penny almost had to run a few times due to Maria skipping along, overjoyed to finally have company.

The two arrived at a large and fancy wooden door after climbing a couple flights of stairs in one of the towers of the castle.

“Here you are, this will be your new room.” Penny opened the doors showing a bed that must have been twice the size of her previous one, a chair that was also rather large and an even bigger balcony doorway. Furniture from her old room was beside furniture larger variants of her own. Despite the grandness of it all Maria had felt a little disappointed, she didn’t need a larger room, she needed company. “Oh and one other thing. This room is shared with the young master.” Maria looked at Penny overjoyed that she’d finally get to spend some time with her lover even if it was just sleeping, it was something. “I take it this pleases you my lady?” Penny couldn’t help but giggle, her master when joyous was so sweet.

“It’s amazing, I can’t wait to cuddle up with him.” She lightly sang. “I bet his heart beat when resting is deep like his voice.” She shivered at the thought of laying on his tanned chest, one ear pressed to his left side, a simple ba-dump, ba-dump in her ear, sending her to rest.

After what seemed like the longest day of her life in luxury, it had finally come time for bed, she had already been in the room and was just finishing her hair by the time Doflamingo had stepped in.

“Doffy there you are.” Her voice was gentle as she heard his footsteps approach from behind, her eyes closed. She felt his coat tickle her back as it was hung on the chair she sat in.

“Good evening my Dove.” Once Maria had finished her hair she pulled the large man into an embrace which he returned. She sighed in contentment, she needed this so much and now she had it. “You miss me that bad, it’s only been a few days.” He chuckled, he wouldn’t dare admit it, not now at least. But he had missed the girl's gentle handling of him, the fireworks that shot off in her eyes when he addressed her, the way she would melt for him.

“You’ve had the luxury of being busy the whole time.” Maria’s sass did not go unnoticed as she feigned falling over, only to be swiftly caught. “I’ve had to keep myself entertained while you send the whole family away and even take my slave from me.” A small smirk formed on her lips as Doflamingo picked her up. That sass she had developed since the dance had certainly intrigued him, just how long could she manage that charade of minor defiance before it collapsed into helplessness.

“Luxury?” He sat down on the bed, kicking his shoes off. “Boring calls on transponder snails, charting delivery routes and negotiating sound like luxury to you?” One hand rested on her hip as she sat in his lap, the other gently in her hair and pressing against her neck just so slightly. Maria then played innocent, giving a little pout.

“What can I say I missed you, I can’t help but wish you’d set some time for me.” She grabbed at his open shirt, placing a kiss on his cheek. Doflamingo then fell back and pulled her with him so she was against his chest.

“Does that pretty little brain have no clue why I put you in my room?” He squeezed her neck every so slightly, a new wave of electricity darted through Maria who tried to play it off with a little giggle.

“I do, I just think I deserve more than just you at the end of the day.” She still challenged him playfully, sitting up ever so slightly on his chest, staring into his crimson lenses. His hand stiffened on her neck.

“Isn’t someone being greedy?” He grinned, this game of chicken would end with him being a winner, he would break her just like the dance. Maria shivered and let her eyelashes dance a little, only to be greeted with a deep chuckle. Maria had decided while she could continue this game, tonight was not the night for it and layed down kissing his chin.

“I can’t help that I miss my Doffy.” Sensing her submit, he let his hand on her neck slide down her hip, resting on her back. She placed her ear on his chest listening to the deep beats of his heart. Her eyes shut with a yawn.

“You can rest easy Dove, I'll watch over you.” His deep voice quiet, still sent rumblings through her body.

“You rest too, You need it with how busy you are.” She lightly patted his face only to be greeted with a small chuckle. That innocent care was adorable. “Goodnight Doffy, I love you…” Maria’s tired voice managed before she entered the realm of sleep. Doflamingo rubbed her back mumbling the same to her before staring at the ceiling, while this was nice he dared not sleep, not in front of her.

This game continued every night, one entered to win the other to entertain herself and her lover. Doflamingo finally started to have time for her once more and had noticed a few oddities. She dared not change in front of him and she never exposed her midsection. Maybe there was nothing to it but still, it began to bother him. Why wouldn’t she do him that honor. Finally after a few weeks the game had reached a new point, while Maria’s goal had stayed the same, Doflamingo had a new one. Figure out what she was hiding from him, he should know everything about her, even if it was hard to fit into the schedule as she managed to deflect anything past what he’d already known. Tonight was different.

“I’ll be right back Doffy, I just want to change before bed.” She grabbed her nightgown and headed to the private restroom that was off their bedroom. After she had opened the door, before she could step through a string had shut it.

“Why don’t you change in front of me?” He hunched over while sitting in bed, a smirk on his face. Maria felt her face flare up. She wanted to, but she couldn’t. He couldn’t see her that way, not yet.

“A-another time Doffy. I’m tired and can’t really give you a show.” She went to move the doorknob only for it to not move.

“I don’t need a show when I have you.” She bit her lip, he was saying all the right things, they had been resting together for a few weeks, no he couldn’t see that.

“I-I can't, I'm sorry.” It was scary, this was the first proper disagreement the two had gotten into, she never wanted to upset him but she couldn’t show him. He was growing annoyed, a vein popping on his forehead, what could she not show him.

“Dove, I’m not asking.” His voice was laced with frustration. Maria shivered and began shaking. She was not ready to confront that, not ready for him to realize she was not as perfect as she seemed. 

“P-please another time.” She was trembling, her voice quiet and shaken, it sounded like… she was crying. She heard him stand and begin to step over. She had done it, she made him angry. She fell to her knees with a thud before curling up. She then felt his strings attached and no matter how hard she fought to stay down she rose to her feet. His silence was scaring her the most. She could barely make him out through her teary eyes. She felt his strings disappear and her heart stopped as she felt his embrace. Her voice was barely audible. “D-Doffy…” She could hear and feel each of his breaths, while obviously frustrated he had been denied this was something she didn’t know even she had with him. The ability to say no sometimes.

“I’ll drop it for tonight.” He grumbled. He squeezed her a little tighter before letting go and turning to the bed. “I’ll wait for you in bed.” His pouting like a spoiled child not getting the toy he wanted not going unnoticed by Maria.

“Doffy wait.” Maria, seeing she could trust her partner regardless, decided she’d grant his request. “I’ll give you what you want, just I’m sorry.” He turned with an eyebrow raised. Why was she sorry? She took a deep breath as she took off her coat, then undid her top and slid it off. Immediately above her right hip he saw something. A small scar, no bigger than the head of an arrow stood out from her otherwise spotless skin. This is what she was hiding from him? “I’m sorry I’m not perfect, I’m sorry I was stuck in the trash. I’m sorry-” She was cut off by a string yanking her into his arms. She began to sob into his shoulder. Her biggest worry was him seeing the effect of her living among the trash, the mark they had left. What broke her from her sobs was a simple question.

“Who?”

“A small island near Sabaody Archipelago… I slipped up while trying to get myself something to eat and they caught me…” She felt him clutch her tighter to him. “I didn’t want you to be ashamed of me, for being beaten by trash… I felt like if you ever found out you’d throw me away…” Hearing this talk from her felt so strange, she was divine, she was beautiful, she was so loving to him in such a way, that made him cave from his divinity, that made him indulge in temptation.

“My Dove, I’d never throw you away.” He pulled her away, wiping the tears from her eyes, she needed him to return this gentle love she so often blessed him with. “You are radiant, you are beauty.” His right hand stays on her cheek, while his left glides down and caresses her scar. She never expected him to return her love in this way. Even behind those crimson lenses she felt his eyes locked in on her, genuine attraction, gentle affection, love. “You are my heaven just as I am yours.” Maria placed her forehead against his. At that moment, they both knew destiny, fate, true love. Whatever it was had brought them together and neither had planned on leaving. One tender moment leads to another, a sweet embrace of both arms and lips. Both indulging themselves in what could only be known as heaven.

Maria had laid upon his chest, in only her under garments listening to his heart beat as she drifted off to sleep. Doflamingo stared once more at the ceiling before deciding he needed a little rest and his Dove was safe in his arms. It had been the first time since he himself was a child he let himself rest in front of someone else and it was the first time in a long long time he had been granted a peaceful night's rest.

[withascaleandafeather]

My ex turns up like a bad penny.

I take mass transit for a number of reasons. The downside is that it makes me easier for my ex to locate.

I was at the store a little while ago when I got a call from the transit dispatcher. "Hey, Chris? Did you leave the store?"

I was in line, checking out. Obviously I had not.

"So you still need a ride?"

I would be kind of stranded without one. Yes, I needed my ride.

"Okay, someone came up to the bus and told us to move on because you already had a ride."

I thanked them for double checking, finished paying, and went out to the bus. I asked the driver for a description of the person who tried to cancel my ride.

It was one of my ex's fuck buddies 🙄

They are going to pull the camera, get a positive ID, and then see what can be done from here.

[missbunnybunny]

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Do you or anyone you know happen to know a Widow? Is so call 1-800 how is the fucking did the tv catch fire? I left for one minute, how?? You might just be entitled to compensation.

Widow is just a warning all on herself. That's my warning for yall.

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Author-san: Yes, hello police? This one right there, arrest her. Why?, cuz she belongs in a Psychword no questions asked.

Dispatcher: Alright, will be there in 10.

Widow: y que te hice?- what did I do?-

*Author-san pointing it out*:

Why?

Widow: see, this time it wasn't me and cómo diablos pasó eso?-how the fuck does that happen? -

Widow: also in my defense, it's fucking Walmart?! That shit is normal!

Author-san: mmm...bueno. -fine-*not fully trusting her*

Widow would 100% use the excuse that " she to cute for jail."

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Widow: look everyone i found a new pet!

The pet:

Ghost: no.

Soap: Why is it runn' like that? No! Stay awayyyy!! * runs away*

Gaz: come to florida they said. It'll be fun they said. Fuckin' florida man Disney typa shit.* shaking his head in disappointment*

König: maus......* his having a internal heart attack*

Widow: his cute. Can i-

Price: no, put it back where you found it. * growing rapid grey hairs, every time Widow does this type of shit.*

*Florida people this a normal day*

* other states and countries, Florida what drugs are you taking????*

*Yup folks, this is the daily life of poor 141. F in the chat for this poor man.*

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*Everyone having normal thoughts*

Widow:

* the second one is a mood honestly*

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*Gaz and Widow having fun while on cleaning duty*

*Widows fav song comes on*

Widow: my song is onn!

Gaz: haha. Well ya having fun dancing.

Widow: yup.

*Widow starts singing*:

Money, money, money

Must be funny

In the rich man's world

Money, money, money

Always sunny

In the rich man's world

Ghost: well, that explains a lot.

Soap: huh?

Ghost: when i asked her to join, she asked how much it paid.

Soap: Ah!

Widow: money, makes the workd run boys. And if am gonna retire, I best get paid a pretty penny.

*In the background*

All the things I could do

If I had a little money

It's a rich man's world

It's a rich man's world

A man like that is hard to find, but I can't get him off my mind

Ain't it sad?

And if he happens to be free, I bet he wouldn't fancy me

That's too bad

So I must leave, I'll have to go

To Las Vegas or Monaco

And win a fortune in a game. My life will never be the same

Widow: money is second to könig anyways.

König 😳: maus.. your 1st on my list.

*Widow goes back to her madness🤪*

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Author-san: Widow may have some screws lose and most likely be more unhinged than ever. But one thing is true she got her priorities DAMN STRAIGHT.

Thank you, everyone, for the love on my other posts 🙇🏽‍♀️.

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[pilot-boi]

So like weird ass idea and apologies if this ain't the vibe but for cats vs dogs.

What if after all the mental abuse and manipulation CC did to jaune, jaune just CANT kill them. Not because he likes the abuse or he still is in love with them. But because he has to let go.

He would just walk away with team rwby as the cat is left to rot (like the piece of shit he is) in the ever after as he be BEGGING jaune, HIS sunshine to stay. But jaune just ignores him. (and also maybe juniper joins jaune just to REALLY leave CC to rot.)

It's dumb but I just wanna see CC get the tables turned on him after he severely underestimated the impact jaunes friends had on him. (Oh yeah and because of the mental and emotional abuse)

It’s not weird at all, this is pretty much exactly what I have happening in the end!

Keep in mind, Jaune not killing CC doesn’t mean they don’t die, because his friends dispatch them PROMPTLY. If Jaune needs to not kill CC for his healing, then good for him. But RWBY aren’t going to let the cat get away with abusing their friends for decades

But Jaune doesn’t kill CC. Mostly because let’s be real he’s got HELLA trauma about killing people who “trust” him. Being with CC didn’t cure him of Penny Trauma by a long shot, if anything it only made it worse

But it’s also more than a little bit because Jaune knows that nothing will hurt CC more than ignoring them

[the-batacombs]

I'm still so mad about this Secret Six announcement but I have calmed down somewhat. Mostly by sticking my head in the sand of Secret Six (2008) and ignoring it.

I have a lot of thoughts though and might throw them up here in a bit to sort them out. There's one thread on which I'm frustrated because I think it's a stupid idea and there's another on which I'm frustrated because I do think it's a disservice to all of the characters.

Anyway I probably should read it so I can do a proper analysis but thinking about reading it is making me slightly ill. Thinking about not reading it is also making me slightly ill. So probably not a decision to be made until it's actually been released.

In the meantime the 2008 run is continuing to slap. I honestly am enjoying it so much that I'm letting stuff that would genuinely ruin another comic for me kind of pass on by. There's definitely some really shaky middle bits and I would like Gail Simone to never write Cheshire again, ever, but when it has a direction oh my gosh does it know how to handle its premise and its characters.

[emstrogren]

Hey dispatch, did they tell you guys what the patient's being transferred for?

Yeah he swallowed a penny

Oh, well there you have it. That makes sense. This hospital only deals in nickles and dimes.

[atimeofyourlife]

I can't get you out of my mind

day: 4 | rated: t | wc: 527 | prompts: HALLUCINATIONS | Hypnosis | Sensory Deprivation | “You're still alive in my head.” | cw: mentions of Doug's canonical violence against Maddie | ao3 Maddie is trying to get on with her life after Doug, but he's lingering in her mind.

Maddie was trying just to live her life. Move on, be herself without fear. Doug was gone, dead. He couldn't hurt her anymore.

But he was still there.

Every time she time she went shopping, choosing new clothes, he was in her mind. Pushing her away from the styles that he'd hated, away from anything too attention grabbing.

At the boxing gym with Buck, learning to defend herself. He was there, reminding her of how much trouble she would have been in if she'd ever tried to raise her hands against him in self defense.

In the kitchen, experimenting with new recipes, which didn't always turn out great. His voice was berating her for letting the dinner burn, for using ingredients he wouldn't eat, for making meals he wouldn't like.

When getting drinks after work with Josh, and Linda, and Terry, and anyone else from dispatch who wanted to tag along. The ghost of his anger making her anxious about getting home late.

Breaking a glass by knocking it off the side, leaving her frozen, just waiting for the strike of his fist.

At grocery store, comparing the prices on everything, finding the best deals on everything. Trying to stick to a nonexistent budget. Ready to explain where every penny had been spent. Not wanting to be lectured- or worse- about being wasteful, that she was throwing money away. Scared of losing access to their joint account if she dared spend anything more than she was allocated.

Creeping around the apartment, trying to stay as quiet as possible. Not wanting to get caught doing normal, everyday things. Fearing the harsh words that would come from her doing laundry at the wrong time, or loading the dishwasher the wrong way. The fury unleashed on her whenever she forgot something was hand wash only.

She froze from where she was in the middle of vacuuming as she heard the door close. Terror filling her, afraid of what would happen for her not finishing the housework on time.

"-ddie." She blinked as her name was called. Realizing she wasn't in the house in Hershey, but in the apartment in LA. And it wasn't Doug who'd got home, but Buck.

"Maddie, are you okay?" Buck asked hesitantly, approaching her slowly as if she were a scared animal.

"Uh- yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." Maddie replied, trying to put on a false confidence, but she didn't even sound convincing to herself.

"It- it's okay if you're not, you know?" Buck said, guiding Maddie to the couch so they could sit down. "You've been through hell, and spent over a decade in survival mode. You have people to fall back on here. When I walked in, you looked like you were waiting for something bad to happen."

"I. I don't. Doug." Maddie murmured. "I know he's gone, but sometimes it's like he's still alive in my head. That critical voice, the anger, the violence. I feel like I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop."

"I'm here for you, Mads. No matter what. Whenever you feel like he's in your head, I'll always be here to remind you he can't hurt you anymore."

[spectober]

Here is the Spectober writing prompt list for this year! There's no pressure to make something for every prompt, but for ease of access and planning, they're all listed here, and you're welcome to plan ahead.

Prompts are rewritten below the cut:

Max was still new to being a spectral, and had a nagging feeling he’d forgotten something important.

2. Johnny has managed to steal Max’s bat again, but runs into an unexpected guest while trying to make the bat do “mutant things” - Scrapdragon.

3. Every year, the corny Mayview Maze gets set up, but this Halloween, any who enter are forced to face their greatest fears in order to win a huge prize.

4. Collin, in a fit of anger, asked for just one day where he could be alone. Now everybody’s frozen in time except for him! (Time)

5. Every year the Puckett family rewatches the Shred Eagle Halloween special.

6. Cody finds unruly vampires while on his jaunt and must dispatch them when diplomacy doesn’t work…while in his Wolverine costume.

7. A spirit attack while the entire school is gathered in the gymnasium switches the spirits bound to the spectrals-some to other spectrals, and some to those otherwise unaware…

8. Isabel had never gotten along well with her dad, so why was he suddenly volunteering to chaperone a spooky story event?

9. With the thrills of Halloween and an unexpected new power upgrade from Rules, the Sphinxes are able to get into hijinks otherwise unavailable to them.

10. Violet had bought a fake knife for her costume ages ago at a thrift shop; it wasn’t supposed to be dripping blood like this.

11. The worst case scenario happens on Lake Mayview when a speedboating accident leaves RJ drowning.

`2. Mysterious ruins that suddenly appear in the middle of Mayview sounds like the perfect thing for the Activity Club to investigate.

13. Angel is used to doing business with all sorts of quirky customers, but he has no idea what to do when Peter enters his store.

14. Vendors at Mayview’s Fall Markets can have eccentric ways of paying for their wares. If Dimitri is to get his prize, he must win the weirdest game of chess he’s ever seen.

15. Stephen’s latest plan to get evidence of cryptids - via making a giant leaf pitfall trap and seeing what he caught - goes awry when he finds something else in his trap instead.

16. Alex is convinced that she's been trapped in a glowing cage of energy by aliens. The activity club knows that the culprit is a particularly mischievous poltergeist.

17. Suzy’s newest “exaggerated” news piece about the Princess of Mayview causes odd visitors to show up at her doorstep.

18. Zarei’s search for the Ghost Train’s Lantern takes unexpected twists and turns during a fall festival.

19. Serge and the Student Council are DETERMINED to let absolutely nothing get out of hand with the fundraising hay ride this year. (Everything gets out of hand.)

20. It’s a race against time to move the rotted pumpkin Tool out into a safe area before the spirit within is able to break out of it entirely.

21. Spender wouldn't consider himself an ideal guardian, but he's pretty sure that allowing Isabel's Halloween plans to proceed would count as child endangerment.

22. Ollie tends not to believe in the supernatural, but as he encounters more and more things he can't explain, he ponders an earlier hypothesis from the group that they've been hexed.

23. Usually Isaac was excited for Halloween, but this year he just felt a nothingness in his heart.

24. Shenanigans ensue when Penny returns to the shop with her newest find, a Tool….that’s a corpse.

25. Death cults and creepy go hand in hand, but Ms. Baxter is just trying to use it to find love.

26. When Jeff starts getting bullied by a new Academy student calling himself “The Demon”, an unlikely group of kids rally together to take him out.

27. During their usual romp around the woods, the Jang finds a weirdly large skull.

28. Jean finds an unnatural being in the woods, the living dead, and has to take it out before it reaches town.

29. Lisa is framed for poison ending up in people's drinks, and she's going to make the real poisoner have a taste of their own medicine.

30. Ed’s glasses get stolen, prompting a chase that quickly and hilariously escalates.

31. PJ doesn’t remember his birthday, so Max throws a Deathday party for him instead and it winds up being crashed by everyone.

[but-a-humble-goon]

Okay but for real do you actually want to hear my best pitch as to how to do a RWBY/Terminator story? Do it the way they did the first Justice League crossover comics, basically an AU. Robots and time travel are already things that exist in RWBY so just do a story wherein a terrifying basically indestructible killer android gets sent back in time from a dark potential future to assassinate someone and our intrepid heroes must protect said person and find a way to stop it somehow. Here's a pitch: a dark future timeline version of Pietro Polendina from a dead world where everybody lost the Salem war builds a murderbot that makes Penny look like ASIMO and uses the staff of creation to outfit it with time travel technology by showing Ambrosius the Stopwatch Fruit from the Ever After. He dispatches it back in time to kill the person he sees as most directly responsible for the events of his timeline; Emerald Sustrai, who in a critical moment of weakness stopped them from killing Cinder and because of it the whole world died. Naturally regardless of how they feel about her RWBY & co aren't about to just let a homicidal robot get its hands on Emerald so then a Terminator plot happens.