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I have nothing more to say.
(ĐĐœĐ” Đ±ĐŸĐ»ŃŃĐ” ĐœĐ”ŃĐ”ĐłĐŸ ŃĐșĐ°Đ·Đ°ŃŃ.)
#transformers#transformers animated#transformers one#transformers prime#transformers robots in disguise#robots in disguise 2015#bumblebee#b 127#tfp bumblebee#tf one bumblebee#tf one b 127#rid bumblebee#tfa bumblebee#I'm lying. I have something to say.#b 127 will be glad to have more friends#tfa Bumblebee will chat with B 127 about the Earth and its delights of life and of course about video games#tfp Bumblebee will keep an eye on his two younger versions so that they don't do anything but he will also be a participant in the fun.#rid Bumblebee definitely need patience because of the antics of their younger versions
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after tfo there's quite a few naysayers towards optimus prime (which honestly is kinda fair after the disaster that was sentinel prime and then megatron for all of five minutes), but the previously cogless bots aren't having any of that so they start listing all of of optimus primes virtues which of course quickly devolves into
"HE WAS THE IDOL OF ALL MINERS, OUR ORION- i mean, OUR OPTIMUS PRIME"
#transformers#transformers one#tfo spoilers#optimus prime#im picturing jazz gesturing wildly at a very bemused optimus#bumblebee didnt know optimus before their adventure but he most certainly agrees with everything theyre saying#optimus turns to elita because he assumes she at least would be a little more reluctant but EVEN SHES NODDING#because he might have stressed her out and annoyed her with what she previously considered antics but now knew to be simply heroics#but that didnt change the fact that even as a cogless bot orion pax inspired everyone to strive to be better versions#(megatron finds out about all of this and is even madder THEY DIDNT GET TO TALK ABOUT HIS ORION LIKE THAT#starscream mutters under his breath that its not like megatron really can talk considering his own rants over optimus prime#starscream is immediately thrown through a wall)
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so, i've wanted to address this quote for a while. because it's stupid. let me explain.
i've seen very few heroes who are willing to sacrifice their loved ones to save the world. usually they find some kind of loophole that lets everyone live. also, sacrificing the world to save one person is not romantic. it's not desirable. what good is a world without its people? what's the point of living in a world where only you and one other person exists?
this quote is just the trolley problem paraphrased. it's the dilemma of saving one person over multiple people. it has no right solution because both of the possible solutions result in the death of someone.
coming back to the post itself, this is yet another case of adora being victim blamed. because c//a stans never get sick of that, right? the post is implying that adora would sacrifice catra to save the world (which is not true, she was sacrificing herself) and that catra would sacrifice the world to save adora. is that true?
research says no.
i mean, come on, the show literally spells it out for you. catra says word for word that she'd rather destroy the world than let adora win (hint: live).
and before you say "that was before she was redeemed!" don't forget that she left adora on her deathbed, instead of staying with her when she needed love and support the most.
again, c//a stans trying to twist canon into something it's not. what's new?
#this conflict was so forced anyway#horde prime was such a boring villain that they had to pull out the âhero might dieâ card to raise the stakes#and ofc catra makes it all about herself again#adora is the one about to die and catra is like âno one wants me :((((â#spop critical#spop#spop salt#spop discourse#spop criticism#anti catradora#she ra#anti catra#antic//a#anti c//a#tw manipulation#tw abuse#tw attempted murder#tw attempted genocide
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Thinking of a whump/horror scene: okay, good, goodâŠbut how can I make it worse?
#*cranks up the antics to overdrive*#putting ocs through hell is the name of the game#reject being chill embrace being batshit insane#be cringe be free#prime time whumping#whump stuff#whump community#whump writing#whumpblr#whump#whump drabble#whump blog#writing whump#just whumpy tings#whump scenario#writing horror
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The music just keeps on rolling along Yeah, I got my friends, and I got my song I'm gonna be living for the rhythm, I can't go wrong As long as the music keeps rolling along!
The Jim Henson Hour, Episode 8, Videotape
#the muppets#muppets#the jim henson hour#solid foam#clifford muppet#digit muppet#flash muppet#beard muppet#solid foam drummer#she has no name.....#bonus dr teeth looming in the background with no explanation!#anyways my first gifset!! shoutout to gifcam and ezgif (i will learn elaborate gif making/editing one day)#but i was surprised there were no gifsets of this. especially because of 1. the really fun camera angles and effects#and 2. prime muppet background content (including muppets falling over dramatically)#every time i paused i found new antics. they are the sillies#i wish they showed footage of the performers getting pelted with beach balls
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I really hope they keep the scene where Elayne comes back to their room completely shitfaced drunk and Nynaeve is all calm and caring before dunking Elayne's full head in a bucket of water to sobber her up.
#wheel of time#wot on prime#wot book spoilers#nynaeve al'meara#elayne trakand#these are the comedy antics I live for#was that in book four or five?#i can't really remember
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The way she's so shook
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https://www.tumblr.com/sleepyeule/640372460934578176/%E3%83%84?source=share
Ooh this inspires me. Like. An au in which perhaps the citystates are a lot more independent, so Megatron has been conjunxed to Sentinel Prime to secure an alliance between Kaon and Iacon. He's definitely not in love, but maybe Sentinel Prime is?? Anyway he meets Orion Pax and does fall in love. Drama!!
Okay Megs was fucking hilarious in those last four slides, ohhh that'd turn out so cool!
#maccadam#transformers#megatron#orion pax#sentinel prime#consider: Sent doesn't care that Megs has Ori aa a lover on the side but finds these antics hilarious
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Tural:This is horrible!The most humiliating thing to ever happen to me!
Turan:Even more humiliating than that-
Tural:Letâs not do this.
#eurovision#eurovision 2023#incorrect quotes#incorrect eurovision quotes#turalturanx#turan baÄmanov#tural baÄmanov#source: friends#prime sibling antics
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holy shit. wait a second. ff7 rebirth golden saucer chocobo race with cloud................ and roche is inexplicably the head jockey you have to beat đ
#roche sets out on a journey to find cloud and gets fuckign arrested and thrown into the corel prison somehow#and so he is ALSO chocobo-ing his way out and what do you know! his antics led him to cloud anyways#that would be so funny. this is my prime contribution to the ff7r theory crafting scene#willow whispers#final fantasy vii
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The clash between being pretty bored of porn but also wanting to write fem KISS bullshit because thereâs a couple funny dynamics I want to play with
#had a request for ace/gene that i definitely want to do eventually i just need to brush up on aceâs stupid sex antics#i really want to make a yentl joke about jean eventually but 1983 is a bit too later for prime snarky ace#i think thereâs something fun to be done with eric c/gene with how he would try to imitate him to feel more confident#also lowkey wanted to do SOMETHING related to this line where he said geneâs best feature was âhis bellyâ#i wish there was more context to that i feel like itâs a joke about how absent he was at that time (late 80s)
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none of this writing has charming soap opera drama appeal i feel like im reading bad wattpad fanfic turned novel drama instead.
#im sorry to be a hater but absolutely nothing has primed me to like remotely any of this. i feel bad not even trying to find some worth#but i cant đ i just cant. i do think mike is fun though. some meaning there.#but i've been stuck in silver and bronze land and the last most recent run i reread was w.aid#i mean. i did just read some of so.ule's run. it was alright but i had to read a very select portion so. didnt help to build up with me#sadly. wasnt bad tho. but im like mannnn... i miss the current character voice im used to so i feel so Huh when im reading rn#bc those two matts feel quite different than the ones i am particularly fond of. which is like yes natural character development#but it also just feels So different. this is my own problem though#i have a very particular mix of matt character voice in my brain. silver/ very early bronze + n.ocen.ti + w.aid. this is my matt soup#so im still like. dumb as it sounds Adjusting! also b.en.dis resides in there too but is harder to remember#bc the last time i touched it really was in my freshman year of college.#so it's been a minute and is not quite within that soup but it's an underlying flavor. same w/ ann. though underlying in a different way#bc even tho i read this year it isnt the most Thorough sticking and super distinct to his voice (i have a very broad meaning when i say tha#but it is definitely an informative flavor. but soapy antics and happy matt are highly definitive of my current view#so im like huh. im not quite into grittier writings of matt yet. aside from like. be.nd.is. but i still dont find it the same brand of grit#ok rethinking even though i say it's not in there it is it's very much one of those things you dont realize is like something carrying#a lot of the flavor within the soup but if you took it away it would be mega lacking. ok. there#done with my soup metaphor. anyways. point is Im Still Trying To See How This Matt Works In My Mind#not bc im resistant (to s.oul.e. im highly resistant to z.da.rsk.y) to him. but it's like. it's not quite the best to work with all these#other variations and informative to my viewings. i know i said i was done with soup metaphor but i lied. it's like they arent. terrible. bu#and dont necessarily ruin the soup (im gonna be real and say this only applies to s.oul.e. the other guy is ruining the soup). but dont fit#the flavor profile of it very well. like it kinda works. but it throws it off. just a bit. NOW IM DONE.#static.soundz
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àż SAVAGE BONDS part 5 ă feyd rautha x atreides!reader ă
summary: destined to one another since conception, your very life belongs to feyd rautha. as a token of good will you are sent to the strange planet of giedi prime a week before your wedding ceremony, only to learn that it is far more hostile than you imagined it would be. a failed assassination attempt has tempers flaring and sparks flying when it is decided to be safer to sleep alongside feyd. you hate to admit it, but he has played the part of a "protector" better than the guards who were tasked to watch over you. whilst you have been dreading this union all of your life, feyd has been anticipating it. meeting you as children had left him awe-struck. . . and a bit obsessed.
warnings: !SMUT HEAVY IN FUTURE PARTS!, feyd is super overprotective in this fic and kills multiple people in your honor, blood and gore, it's a dark romance folks, political marriage, forced proximity, temporary unrequited love, a lil dubious consent in some scenes, there's a lot of talk about breeding, enemies to lovers (in your mind, not his), there's a "who did this to you" scene, knife play, blood kink, breeding kink heavy, lots of scent marking/marking.
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âMove.âÂ
He was like an impenetrable wall.Â
You attempted yet again to step around Feyd, your outstretched hand just barely brushing against the door before the man turned his body, blocking you from the exit. He stood with his arms crossed, using his much larger frame as a barricade. After the. . . events that transpired last night, the only thing that was on your mind was freedom. You needed breathing room, if only for a few minutes. Feyd had been your shadow for the last three days. He hadnât left your side even for a second.Â
You wanted to trust him, even against your better judgment, so you tried to believe that it was only because he wanted to protect you. There was still that overly cautious voice nagging at you, telling you that he was looking for weaknesses to use against you later. His all-seeing eyes could be sizing you up, making note of how many bites it would take for him to swallow you up whole. The last thing you wanted was to be consumed by this place. . . Consumed by him. Â
The events that had transpired in your guest bedroom four days ago had your suspicions rising, and you needed to be certain that you were just paranoid before you could even begin thinking about your fast approaching wedding ceremony.Â
You had feared your impending fate for the entirety of your life. That had always been the one thing that frightened you most, and yet here you were, bruised and battered. It was crazy to believe that there were people on Geidi Prime that were worse than Feyd-Rautha. . . and yet here you were, depending on him for safety. You needed answers.Â
How had the guard even entered your room in the first place?Â
âI wonât tell you again. Move.â Your jaw ached, teeth grinding together as you tried to keep yourself from striking him across that cocky face of his.Â
The skin between his brow bones wrinkled ever-so-slightly as he stared down at you. It was almost as though he was scolding a small child, watching them flail and cry after their punishment had been dealt. Last you had checked, youâd done nothing wrong. Why were your basic rights being revoked after the attempted murder? Why did it feel like you were the one paying the price?Â
âEither you come with me and train or you stay in our room until I grab you. You have two choices. Pick one.â The pale Na-Baron almost seemed bored of your antics and you couldnât blame him.Â
Youâd been fighting him every chance you got ever since he had forced himself on you last night. A silent vow had been made right then and there: you were going to make his life a living hell, only stopping once you deemed he had done his proper penance.Â
âI like neither of those options. Watching you train has done nothing for me. I want to learn-âÂ
âYou donât need to learn how to fight. Is it not the husbandâs duty to protect his wife?â He tilted his head to the side, staring down at you with a hint of concern in his eyes.Â
Why was he so obsessed with the idea of protecting you? The most he did while the two of you âtrainedâ was block your onslaught of attacks. Gurney wasnât afraid to hit you in the sparring ring, even if you ended up injured and butt-hurt. He was blunt and told you the ways that you could improve yourself, meanwhile Feyd had been treating you like you were made of porcelain ever since the assassination attempt. You hated it. With your vocal cords still fried from the strangulation, you were made all too aware of the fact that your fighting skills were subpar.Â
Youâd tried goading Feyd into attacking you head on many times, but no matter what you said he still held his punches. The difference between his treatment of you and otherâs was startling. Someone could look at him wrong and he was immediately jumping down their throats, ready to strike with lethal precision.Â
âOne day you will have to leave me alone, if even for a few minutes. . . and what then? You canât always be there-â You were trying desperately to explain, and yet he would hear none of it. He looked almost offended by what you were saying.Â
âI will always be here,â He was quick to interject, eyes suddenly wild. âI wonât let anything hurt you again.âÂ
Realistically you knew that your heart shouldnât be pounding the way that it was.Â
Still, there it was, hammering away in your chest. Every once in a while it was almost as though that dark veil that he had cast over himself was lifted, revealing someone entirely new to you. Someone, as much as you hated to admit it, that was entirely too likable. Loveable, even. His constant changes in personality were starting to give you whiplash. Was he someone completely different when he was around you? Or was he just trying on different faces to see which one you liked better?Â
You clenched your fists at your side, trying hard to calm your raging emotions. His actions last night were completely barbaric, and yet you couldnât forget the softness of his lips. The warmth of his mouth over yours had plagued your dreams and made it impossible to sleep. It was insane of you to feel this conflicted about something. You should hate everything about this man, and yet here he was, promising to be your protector. More than that, he was promising to stick around, which was arguably more terrifying.Â
âIâm going then. Will you not be coming with me?â He unfolded his arms, reaching a hand out for you to take.Â
It hung there in the space between you two, his pale fingers twitching. For a second you contemplated taking it. Regretfully you realized that you had something that you needed to look into.Â
âIâll stay here,â You faltered when you saw the hint of rejection in his eyes as he let his hand fall back to his side. âMy bruises are tender today, so Iâll just take a bath.âÂ
Why were you trying to make him feel better about your refusal? This was all too confusing.Â
âAlright then. Iâll see you in an hour.â And with that he turned on the heel of his boot and walked through the door, careful to close it tightly behind him.Â
You breathed a sigh of relief, moving forward so that you could press your forehead against the cool metal. It felt good against your flushed skin.Â
âI wonât leave until I hear you slide the lock into place.â His deep voice was muffled behind the thick barrier between the two of you.Â
You closed your eyes tightly, sliding your hand against the door until you found the lock, clicking it soundly into place. It must have appeased him, as you heard his retreating footsteps just a second later.Â
Time ticked by as you waited to be free of your newfound guardian. The last thing you wanted was to be caught in the hallway sneaking around. Feyd would surely side with his uncle if you were to tell him all about your suspicions, so youâd rather just investigate on your own until you had solid evidence. You wanted to believe that you hadnât been set up to die, and yet you had this intense gut feeling that this all went even deeper than that.Â
Why would they make good on the promised engagement if they just wanted to kill you? Itâs not like you were any real threat, other than the fact that you had been blessed with your motherâs gifts. As you were now, you were basically useless, which was a very hard pill to swallow.Â
Slowly you unlocked the door, scared that the sound might alert someone. You had slipped the knife you had stolen during your first dinner on Giedi Prime into your belt, hiding it under the flowing black gauze of your blouse for good measure. Even if you were caught, you needed some way to protect yourself.Â
The cold metal bit into your skin as you slid the door open, reminding you that you were safe. You will never let anyone hurt you like that again.Â
This time you will be ready.Â
Two rights and then three lefts. You had memorized the way to go in order to get to the left wing for this very reason. The Baronâs defenses would be tight, but his office would be relatively empty around this time. It was just about lunch, and according to Feyd he would retire to his personal quarters. If you could distract the guards for long enough to slip in, riffle around for information, and then get out. . . youâd be home free.Â
You wiped your sweaty palms on your skirt as you walked through the hall, training your expression to one of stony indifference. Modeling it after Feydâs, you briskly made your way, hoping that the guards would be confused enough to let you pass without so much as a second thought.Â
âI belong here.â You lied to ourself, trying to bolster your confidence.Â
A few men in uniform turned to look after you, but no one stopped you. The way to the baronâs office was completely new to you. Feyd had never taken you this deep into the left wing before- only to get to the grand-hall to show you where the ceremony would be held. It was as large and foreboding as all of the other rooms on the giant estate, but the onyx floors had a certain shine to them as though there were flecks of quartz sprinkled throughout. You didnât want to admit it at the time, but it was a rather extravagant place to get married.Â
Youâd nonchalantly asked if the Baron lived in the left wing seeing as the architecture was seemingly more grandiose. He couldnât have known that you would try to make your way in this direction on your own because he had let it slip: the baron and his office were located very close to the grand-hall.Â
âWhat are you doing over here?â The manâs voice was deeper than Feydâs, though he was half his size.Â
The guard at his side looked to be twice your age, and yet the expression in his eyes made you think that he wouldnât think twice about ripping your head straight from your shoulders.Â
âThe Na-Baron asked me to come and get you two.â It felt awkward using Feydâs title, stuffy even.Â
The two blinked a few times in disbelief, looking you up and down as if you were an insignificant worm. It was almost like you could hear their thoughts. You were nothing but a pitiful Atreides, so what were you doing taking orders from someone as important as your soon-to-be husband? They doubted that he would ever confide in you for anything other than warming his bed.Â
âHe told me that the two men standing in front of the Baronâs office were needed in the training room.â The sooner they were gone the better.Â
Their eyebrows furrowed in confusion, slowly looking behind them at the large door they were currently standing in front of. How would you know that this was his uncleâs office unless you were explicitly told?Â
âDid he mention why we are needed?â There was still a hint of distrust in the older manâs voice, but it was far overshadowed by fear.Â
Feyd was unpredictable. Unpredictability and psychosis made for a dangerous combination.Â
âAnother guard confided in him yesterday. Said that the two of you said something disrespectful recently and that he wanted to personally have a word with the both of you. I donât know anything more than that.â You wanted them so frightened that they would completely abandon all reason. They needed to be gone long enough to give you time to properly search the place.Â
You watched as their pale faces went a sick shade of pale purple. The two looked like the gossiping type, and if their expressions were anything to go off of then you must be right. They were quick to bow their heads in your direction before jogging off, muttering curses under their breath.Â
A second. Two seconds. Three. . .Â
You opened the door as slowly as you possibly could, praying that it wouldnât make a noise. You waited to see if you could hear any movement, wondering whether or not the inside was being watched as well. Thankfully you heard nothing. The room wasnât as massive as you had been expecting. It was just about as large as the first bedroom you had been placed in was, but somehow it looked even darker. It still had the strangely textured walls and beautiful floors, same as the grand-hall, but there was something unsettling about it. The only light coming in was through the large window that was located in the middle of the room, but the world outside was a slate gray, so even that was dim. You didnât have time to look out the large window, no matter how curious you were about your new surroundings. There was something that you had to do. Making a decision on how you should go about this whole predicament was paramount, and you refused to do it after the wedding.Â
There was still time to try and contact your parents back home if you had suspicions of a possible murder plot.Â
The Baronâs desk was neat, not a speck of dust marring itâs matte black surface. You werenât looking for anything in particular. . . just something that would put your mind at ease. Confirmation was needed, one way or another. Either Feydâs uncle was innocent or guilty. Of what? You werenât quite sure yet.Â
You riffled through the papers that sat on the middle of the table, careful to stack them up exactly where they once were. The information in them seemed useless to you. Financial documents- most of them discussing the retrieval of spice. Never once had you stepped foot on Arrakis, so you found them slightly boring at worst and mildly interesting at best. It was then that you started tugging at the very few drawers, knowing that you would be found at any second. There were no sounds emitting from the hallway, but that didnât mean anything. Most of the people on this planet were freaks of nature it would seem. You suddenly began to doubt that there would be any evidence here of all places.Â
Asking the guard that attempted to kill you and his accomplices questions would have been the best route, but your fiance had acted rashly before you even had the chance to catch your breath. The time to give up on your investigation was near. Seconds had turned into minutes. Your heart was pounding up in your throat, making it hard to breathe as you opened the last drawer.Â
It turned out that it wasnât a drawer at all but a small cabinet. You had to crouch down and squint your eyes in the dark to see inside. The contents would have been useless to you in most cases, but something caught your eye. . . and terrified you in ways that you couldnât quite put into words.Â
It was a cabinet filled with marked-Â
âDid you see his face? It looked like he was surprised to see us.â The maleâs voice had you standing up so fast that a muscle in your neck twitched, resulting in a dull pain shooting up the base of your head.Â
You were about to be caught. Any second now they would be back at the door, and where would you hide in the hallway? The billowy skirt that the ladies in waiting had brought to Feydâs room this morning nearly sabotaged you as you tripped by the door. They were just around the corner, only a few steps away from his office now.Â
What would happen if you were caught? Would the wedding be called off? Would you be punished severely?Â
You closed the door as quietly as you could behind you, running in the opposite direction that the two begrudged guards were coming from. You only skidded to a stop when you saw that this hallway was also heavily guarded, their backs turned to you.Â
This was the worst case scenario. You were running in the opposite direction where you had come, which meant that you had absolutely no clue where you were going. There was no way that you would get out of this without some sort of formal permission, and two guards were already suspicious of you. Oh, and you couldnât use the Voice if things started going south.Â
If you could sink right into the floor, right in this moment, you would.Â
The cabinet in the baronâs office was filled with keycards, each labeled with numbers that must correspond to each room. Only two were missing- two keycards that belonged to a room that had been organized on the wall of the right side of the cabinet. Left wing and right wing. The guest rooms were located in the right.Â
There was no way that was a coincidence. . . not when you were staying in the right wing the night that you were injured. You had been given a keycard at the very beginning of your stay. Not even your ladies-in-waiting had a way to get into your room by themselves. They had to knock on the door and wait for you to unlock it from the inside for them.Â
So if you had one keycard. . . then who had the other? Had someone broken into the Baronâs room just the same as you had, perhaps? Â
A sudden grip on your wrist had your mouth falling open, your lungs seizing as you sucked in a breath, your body's natural reaction being to scream. A hand was quick to press to your mouth, muffling whatever sound you could make. The hand belonged to someone tall, their body hard against your back as they ushered you into a small space. They pressed a button on the wall, and all you could do was watch in horror as the door slid closed behind the two of you.Â
âWhat do you think youâre doing?âÂ
It was pitch black in whatever tight space he had dragged you into. A closet, you surmised. Still, you could hear that his teeth were clenched as he spoke to you, voice deep and low as he whispered.Â
Feyd. You hated the fact that you were so relieved that it was him. His presence here meant that you were safe. All you had to do was come up with some sort of lie as to why you were here. Walking alongside him wouldnât dredge up any suspicions. No one would be the wiser if they saw the Na-Baron giving his soon-to-be bride a tour around the grounds.Â
His chest was pressed tight against yours, and suddenly you found it hard to take in a single breath. It felt as though he might press himself straight into your ribcage. . . and maybe you really were going crazy, but you wouldnât mind it if he did break you. The smoky, spiced scent of him was clouding your judgment.Â
You were no longer yourself.Â
âItâs none of your business.â You whispered back, trying to make your tone just as ferocious as his was. It lacked bite though, and he seemed to catch the way that your voice faltered ever so slightly.Â
âGetting yourself killed the second that I look the other way. . .â He scoffed, and you wished so badly that you could make out his features in the dark. His body moved ever so slightly, as though he was leaning his head back in exasperation. âDo I need to bind your hands and ankles every time I leave the room? Are you that incapable of being without me even for a second?âÂ
âI got lost.â You hissed, the lie sweet on your honeyed tongue. You were getting better at being despicable.Â
âWell, thatâs too bad,â His voice softened, almost as though he was speaking to a child. âGetting lost in these halls isnât hard to do.âÂ
His grip on your wrists tightened to the point of pain, and for a second fear flashed behind your eyes. You hadnât feared Feyd since you first arrived on Geidi Prime, and it was as though you were being brutally reminded of just who warmed your bed at night. He could kill you with his bare hands if he wanted to. Those strong fingers were currently immobilizing you now, leaving bruises on your wrist where he held you so ruthlessly.Â
âYouâre a clever little mouse. What are you doing outside of my uncleâs door, hmm?â His hand freed one of your wrists, instead opting to grip your jaw so that he could move your head up.Â
Could. . . could he see you? The breath loosed from your lungs and all you could do was squint your eyes, begging them to adjust to the darkness. He was in his element here, lost to you in the shadows.Â
âIf the guards caught you then they could deem you to be a spy. You would have been beheaded before I had time to get to you, and Iâm sure that they wouldnât have notified me before the killing took place. They know. . . how I am with you.â He chose his last words very carefully, faltering before he sounded the words out.Â
âAnd how are you? With me, I mean.â You regretted the words as soon as they passed your lips, and yet you were curious. Were you nothing more than a pet to him? A plaything for him to take off of the shelf whenever it suited his mood? Perhaps he saw you as nothing more than a conquest.
Your hand shook as you began digging into your side, searching your belt for the handle of the blade that you had been carrying during your explorations of this labyrinthian prison. Slowly you pulled it out, pressing it against his side.Â
You felt his muscles jump under his shirt as he realized you were now brandishing a weapon. His grip was still vicelike around one of your wrists, but he moved again, slowly looking down at his side to see exactly what it was that you were now threatening him with.Â
âI could snap your neck right now.âÂ
âBut you wonât.â That was the only thing that you were sure of. It was the only truth that you were clinging onto: Feyd Rautha would not harm you.Â
He moved your head to the side, the blade pressing hard into his side as he leaned forward, squeezing the breath straight from your lungs as his hard chest pressed pressed pressed into yours. Your breasts felt as though they might burst and your heart right along with it. He placed a kiss on the side of your neck, causing you to jerk in surprise.Â
The knife dug into his side and you paled in horror as you realized what you had done. He groaned, the noise echoing in your ear due to your very forced proximity. You needed space. You needed to breathe.Â
âNo. I wouldnât,â His breath was hot against your cheek as he slid his nose along the expanse of your neck. âNot ever.âÂ
It felt as though something was being pulled taught in your heart. At any second it threatened to tear free. He had galvanized a strange sort of reaction from you- one that you were wholly unfamiliar with. This was all too new and all too much.Â
âLet go of me.â Your voice shook pathetically, and while it was a command. . . truly, you were begging him.Â
âYouâve finally learned to tolerate me. Or is this developing into something that you werenât prepared for?â There was something in his voice. . . something that you were entirely confident that he was incapable of displaying: feeling. âIs that why you havenât been able to look at me since yesterday?âÂ
âI-Iâm angry at you. Why do you think that I would be able to even stomach looking at you after that?âÂ
He pulled away from your neck, the blade of the knife dislodging itself by a few centimeters with the added distance. He groaned again under his breath, his hand moving your face yet again so that he could get a good look at you. Your jaw ached as his fingers dug in ever so slightly.Â
âNo, this isnât the face of anger.â He sounded sure of that.Â
And it scared you that he was right. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried desperately to see him in the darkness. Still, all you saw was black.Â
âThen what is it? If you know so much then tell me.âÂ
âI donât know. . .â And for a second you thought that you might have won this round somehow. âNo one has ever looked at me the way that you do.âÂ
Your lips parted in shock as you stared up into the darkness. Did he always have to pull the rug right out from under you? Just when you were finally starting to get your bearings, he made you feel so unstable. If both of your hands were free then you would have tangled them in your hair. The arm that gripped your weapon slackened, the blade clattering to the floor beside you.Â
âThen I feel sorry for you.â Your eyes pricked with tears, so you closed the useless things. Still, after all of this, you refused to let him see you cry.Â
âI know.â He whispered, his voice so gentle that you could weep.Â
âAnd I fear you.âÂ
âI know.â His forehead pressed against yours.Â
âI donât want this.âÂ
âI know.â He nuzzled against you, his grip on your wrists finally loosening. He must have known that you wouldnât try to get away from him.Â
The fucked up thing was that it felt as though your feet had grown roots, tying you to the spot. All it would take was one good shove and you would be free of him and the closet. And yet. . .Â
And yet. . .Â
âI could have sworn I saw someone over here.â The voice outside in the hallway made you jump, your eyes shooting open.Â
You hadnât been as careful as you thought you had been. Feydâs earlier statement was coming back to haunt you. They would have you killed, uncaring as to whether or not you even made it into the bastardâs room. Whatever purpose you had for being in this area would be nefarious in everyone elseâs mind. What were you even doing here in the first place? Your suspicions were unfounded, and more likely than not you would have found absolutely nothing to substantiate them. Would your parents be able to retrieve your body? Or would they just burn you without even sending a letter back home?Â
Feydâs hand slid up the base of your neck, gripping at your hair. Did he not understand how much danger you were in? Maybe he didnât care afterall. His knee slid between your legs, forcing them open.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You gripped at the back of his shirt, trying to pull him away from you, hoping that there was some place in this cramped space that you could hide. The voices were getting even closer now, searching for where they thought that you might be hiding. It was only a matter of time before they found you.Â
âSaving your life.â He captured your lips in a bruising kiss, his hand sliding out of your hair so that he could begin undoing the front of your blouse. You could hear the sheer fabric of your tunic ripping beneath his hands in his desperate attempt to get to you.Â
All you could do was grip onto him for dear life, unable to free yourself to even utter a cry. You were unsure as to how doing this would save you, but you were losing the ability to care much at all. If these were going to be your final moments then so be it.Â
So you gave in to the desire. You gave into the wanting and the needing. You fed the ache that had been plaguing you.Â
Your lips moved against his, parting so that you could fully taste him. His hands felt firm on your chest as he finally was able to tear you free of the cloth. The air was cold on your hot chest, and yet his hands were scalding against your skin. You tried to remind yourself that none of this was right, but it wasnât working. His tongue lapped at the roof of your mouth and your own brushed up to meet his.Â
More. More. You needed more of him.Â
Your hands shook as they began pushing up at the fabric of his training gear. The breathable fabric stretched as you pressed your hand against his chest, finally allowing yourself to feel the hard planes of his muscles. You felt his stomach tighten as your fingers glided along his skin. You were unsure as to what you were searching for, but your body was acting on pure instinct. Your fingers reached up and up until they finally slid free of the fabric at his collar bones only to wrap around his throat.
He groaned into your mouth, his thumb brushing against your nipple. It hardened in response to the sudden attention it was getting. His knee pressed further against your thighs, spreading your legs out further for him until he was finally at the apex of your thighs. His hand flew from your breast to your hips, moving them for you against him. The friction caused your head to roll back against the wall behind you, disrupting the kiss as pleasure rocked through you. Never in your life had you ever felt anything quite like this.Â
He continued to rock you back against his thigh, and while you couldnât see him, you could feel his eyes on your face. He was watching you intently, hell bent on doing whatever it was that he wanted to do to your body. You were unsure of his goal and yet you didnât care. Something was building inside of you- a sound, a cry, a sob. . . you werenât certain. It just felt so good. Too good.Â
He must have seen your lips part and was quick to press a kiss against them in an attempt to muffle the sound. Your knees felt weak beneath you, and if it wasnât for his dutiful hands that gripped at your thighs then you were sure that you would have fallen ages ago.Â
You remembered how he had felt against you the other night and you wondered if that was a reaction that you had somehow unknowingly caused. You wanted to feel him again. You wanted to know whether or not he was enjoying himself, so you freed his neck and instead pressed your hand against the front of his pants. What had gotten into you? What were you even doing?Â
But he was hard against your hand and that was enough for you to begin rocking your hips against his knee without his prompting hands.Â
The feeling of your tiny palm cupping him through his pants was more than enough. His hips jerked forward, his eyes flying open at the realization that the object of his lifelong obsessions was willingly touching him like this. He was going to fuck you in this closet if the two of you werenât found. Feyd didnât want it to happen like this. . . but he was losing what little control he had left.Â
He loved you he loved you he loved you he loved you he loved you he loved you.Â
âI-âÂ
The door flew open the second he opened his mouth, the bright light momentarily blinding him. His body moved on its own, Feydâs hands moving from your hips up to your shoulders so that he could turn you, using his body to shield you from view. His chest moved up and down rapidly as he gulped down breaths, trying hard to calm himself and his pounding heart.Â
There was an unfamiliar man holding the door to the closet, eyes wide as he took in the site of the two of you. It took him a few seconds to really register what was going on in the small broom closet, and then another to fully grasp the fact that he had made a grave mistake.Â
âI-I-I had no clue it was you, sir.â The uniformed man stepped back, trying to show the Na-Baron respect.Â
You watched in real time as something pure and terrifying bled its way into Feydâs expression. It had chills running up your spine.Â
âTurn your gaze away from her.â His voice was so low that you could barely understand what he was saying. âNow.âThe other male quickly got the hint, turning his entire body to face the other direction. His back was ram-rod straight and you watched with a slack jaw as his knees began to quiver.Â
You wouldnât want to turn your back on a rabid beast either.Â
âJust get me out of here. Please.â You spoke as quietly as you could, covering the scraps of material that used to be your blouse tight to your exposed chest.Â
Killing the random guard in plain sight would attract a small crowd. You watched as Feyd weighed his options, and you bet that the two blades that were still strapped to his back were calling out to him.Â
Silently Feyd pulled you out of the closet, holding you so tightly to his chest that your arm became uncomfortably pinned against you.Â
The two of you walked through the halls silently, his eyes burning holes into the faces of anyone that even glanced in your direction. The embarrassment of being so exposed in front of everyone had you crawling out of your own skin. No one had seen you naked before- aside from the women that had been tasked to take care of you over the years. All you could do to try and keep yourself from crying was stare down at the floor, watching the pale manâs black boots make their way soundlessly through the halls. Everything he did was so graceful it seemed.Â
The blood drained from your face as you were suddenly reminded of the fact that he had seen your chest completely exposed. Heâd felt you, kissed you, and pleasured you nearly to the point of your undoing.Â
And you had let him. You put up no resistance at all.Â
Even worse, you wanted him to do all of those things to you. If you hadnât been caught then how far would you have let things continue? In that moment you realized that you would have let him take you. You knew yourself well enough to know that you would have let him take your virginity in a broom closet.Â
âNo one is looking at you,â He seemed to sense your sudden mortification somehow. âI promise. Iâd kill them otherwise.â And you knew he was telling the truth. He was probably taking an internal tally of anyone that started for too long, only so that he could circle back for them later.Â
All you could do was nod your head and follow him down the hall, stopping only when he reached into his pocket and grabbed his own keycard, letting the two of you back into your room.Â
You kept your chest covered with your hands as the two of you broke away. You knew that it was pointless, but the moment was gone and your panic had returned tenfold.Â
âNow tell me,â He turned to face you and you watched as his lips turned down at the corners in slight disappointment when he noticed your sudden modesty. âWhat were you doing over there? Be honest.âÂ
You couldnât be honest and it pained you to know that. Feyd was still a Harkonnen. He was loyal to them, not an Atreides.Â
âWhy did you kiss me?â You were answering a question with another question, but you needed to know. Urgently.Â
He licked his lips, as though he was being reminded of the moment. âNo one would ask questions.âÂ
Anger struck you hard in the gut. He had used the moment as a distraction? You felt like an idiot, already regretting the fact that you had allowed him to use your body like that.Â
âI didnât mean to take it that far. Itâs becoming harder and harder to control myself.â He must have noticed the hurt in your eyes. âI want you. Not because we are getting married. . . but because I want you.â He was being uncharacteristically emotional today.Â
You werenât sure what that statement truly meant, but it seemed heavy- heavy enough that you felt the need to be more forthcoming with him.Â
âI was trying to make my way into the Baronâs office.â A half truth, then. It was easier than telling him everything. âBut it was locked.âÂ
Feydâs eyes never left your face. They were much softer than they had been in the hallway, almost as though all of the hatred had melted away completely. He looked at you like he cared for you. . . and that was scary.Â
âI donât know why it hurts so much. . . but it does.â His voice was flat, almost as though he was distracted while he continued to watch you. âI know youâre lying to me. My uncleâs office is only ever locked after dinner, which is for safety reasons.âÂ
You had to bite your bottom lip to keep it from quivering.Â
âOnly my uncle has clearance to get into that room. The guards in the left wing only ever act on mine or the Baronâs orders. Theyâre all loyal to a fault. . . so tell me. Did you get into his office?âÂ
You completely ignored his line of questioning, distracted by something he had said.Â
âSo none of them would allow someone other than the Baron himself to enter that room?â Your voice shook with fear, your eyes widening as all the pieces started coming together.Â
âNo,â He looked confused as your lips parted in a silent scream. âWhat? What is that face for?âÂ
You felt more alone than you ever had in your entire life. He was out to kill you. . . There would be no escaping this place alive. Your parents had been set up and had given you away to murderers-Â
âThe guard that tried to kill me. . .â You couldnât keep your voice from shaking. âWhat wing did he belong to?âÂ
Feydâs muscles went rigid beneath his shirt, as though he was just now coming to some conclusions of his own. âThe left.âÂ
The breath was knocked from your lungs as the full weight of everything crashed into you.Â
You were stuck on an alien planet with no way home, Feyd Rautha was going to become your husband in just two days, you wanted Feyd so badly it hurt you. . .Â
And his uncle was plotting to kill you.Â
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
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ah, you see. we're not mad that she's toxic. we're mad that she does the exact same shit as shadow weaver and horde prime, and gets away with it.
it's completely okay to portray toxic characters in media. what's not okay is romanticizing the toxicity and acting like it's totally okay to abuse your partner as long as you're hot.
#idk how many times i can say this before i lose all my braincells đ#âcatra is supposed to be toxicâ bitch then why was she not killed off like shadow weaver or horde prime?#spop critical#spop salt#spop criticism#spop discourse#spop#she ra#anti spop#anti catra#anti catradora#anti c//a#antic//a#anticatra#anticatradora
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whoever designed the meta ridley fight the cramps in my hands would like to have a word w/ you
#audrey plays metroid prime#who decided the last 10% was just going to be bullet sponge antics i just wanna talk#... STILL not as bad as omega pirate#going to have to stop for the night so my hands can recover and finish tomorrow LMAO
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so an amusing (and kind of amazing) bit of accidental marketing has been happening today
so the RWBYScreencaps account on twitter made a post about the mascot character Chiitan (who is one of the most popular mascots in Japan, despite being unofficial - has 1.8 million followers on twitter, is known for very strange, chaotic and violent antics and has a habit of just replying to everything on twitter, often to self-promote, sometimes with images and videos, often not remotely responding to the original tweet), saying that if Chiitan has a video that's somehow RWBY related, they would draw a crossover image of RWBY and Chiitan
Chiitan responded stating they love RWBY and watched the whole show on prime - not an inch of self-promotion on that tweet, which was odd, but otherwise it was just like, okay, yeah, cute. i don't necessarily believe that they actually watched the show, but that's a fun acknowledgement
Chiitan then proceeded to spend the next several hours tweeting about RWBY (including to the official show twitter in response to the Viz announcement), showing progress on their Ruby cosplay with a goofy prop scythe and then proceeding to post a video that is a 'shot for shot' remake of part of the Red trailer (in between posting their usual replies to things, often just adding "i love RWBY" in there at random)
so just like, taking that original tweet as a challenge and proceeding to promote the show to their 1.8 million followers
#RWBY#this is the funniest thing that could've happened#even funnier if it sees an influx of new viewers while we're in a longer hiatus#but especially funny considering that Viz haven't even gotten to a 'start marketing' point yet
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