#sorry about beating you up brutally that one time lemme make it up to you lmao

[hauntingblue]

Went insane again my bad but you know what one piece is missing?? Hugs. Luffy who was like crying and sobbing and throwing up bc he was alone after marineford reunites with his nakama and just :D. No.

[rosey-mango]

Could we know some more on shredder and/or the kraang in your AU 👀

Ofc!

Shredder:

His story is kind of similar to the 2012 story with a little alterations :]

He was adopted by the Hamato Clan as a young boy and never felt like he belonged. He and Yoshi never got along. He always overdid it in training or didn't use a proper method or style and was just too focused on beating Yoshi. This got him in a lot of trouble.

He did, however, have a soft spot for their little sister, Hamato Karai. She was more patient with him than everyone else. She was the only one he considered family. Yoshi didn't like this but never said anything about it.

Things changed when Tang Shen came into the picture. They fought over, even after she ended up marrying Yoshi. The fight that broke out was similar to how it did in 2012. They got mad, fought brutally, and ended up catching the house on fire.

Karai and Shen were outside when this happened, and Karai tried to keep Shen from running in, but it didn't work. Saki ended up stabbing Shen instead of Yoshi, and his anger only grew. He kicked Yoshi into some pillars that fell on top of him. Saki made it out with some burns and cuts.

When Karai asked what happened, Saki lied. He said that Yoshi attacked him, killed Shen, and was going to leave him to burn, but ended up burning himself. He promised to take care of Karai and be a better big brother than Yoshi ever was.

Of course, Yoshi survived. The direction he was kicked was near a collapsing wall that led outside, and he snuck away. Karai ended up changing her name or Oroku Karai, and she and Saki ended up rebuilding the Foot Clan, the clan he's originally from. He became the Shredder and led the Foot Clan with his sister by his side.

Kraang:

The Kraang are an alien hivemind that have been around since the beginning of time. There are 2 different versions of them, however. The Kraang are the ones who are under the control of Kraang Prime, and the Utrom are a small group who broke free from his control and rebelled. The Utrom didn't like the unnecessary wars the Kraanf started on planets they didn't find beneficial to them.

This started a war between the Kraang and Utrom, with the Kraang losing. Kraang Prime decided he needed warriors and fast. He couldn't work on them in Dimension X in case the Utrom found him, so he went to Earth somewhere in the 1920s. He built a lab in New York City and disguised it as a bio company called TCRI.

He used the DNA he's gathered and test subjects to try and make the perfect weapons. Fast forward to around late 2013, he's made 2 perfect weapons (Sadie and Shep). Though they weren't enough, so he decided to keep working until he had at least 100 perfect warriors. Soon enough, the turtles became an issue. He decided what better way to test his new weapons than to give them a mission. A mission to eliminate the turtles any way they can. Sure, he found them amazing with how they came to be using his mutagen, but they were nothing but pests messing up his work.

Around 2014, he almost had them. The trap was set, and he caught them. But of course, he lost. He decided the war can wait, he wanted those turtles dead. He even attempted to take over their precious city (and intended to take over their world), using mutagen to mutate civilians into Kraang-like abominations that work for him. He was basically using their own home against them and promised to turn everything back (using Retro Mutagen) if they turned themselves in. Of course, he lost again and was even banished back to Dimension X.

Another fact about the Kraang is that each of them have a special gem in their forehead that allows them to have a human disguise. Kinda like the broach in rottmnt, except only Kraang can use them.

Hope this makes sense- ye :D 👍

If there's anything else you want specified, lemme know ^^

(And sorry if there are spelling or grammar errors, I was too lazy to go back and check :'])

[barbecuebabybackribs]

Sex with Jasper Hale would include: (Male Reader)

(If the title isn’t warning enough this is nsfw- also yes I know I said this would take a few days but I 1. had my friend bugging me to do it and 2. Needed a break from more complicated requests and life. Also this felt so awkward writing but I hope you guys enjoy) P.S: this is slightly tailored to my friend who requested it- so I’m sorry if it doesn’t fit you

NSFW UNDER CUT!!!!

Human Mate:

Jasper is afraid of hurting you- he is extremely strong and everyone always thinks he’s about to loose control, even though he would never hurt you when everyone around you is on edge and you’re an empath, it puts you on edge.

But when your alone, and he only feels your emotions and his own, he’s able to relax enough to feel comfortable being intimate with you.

It almost always starts with a simple kiss- which he doesn’t end.

He would 100% stop if he ever felt you weren’t into it

He’s a dominant top- he will let you ride him but you both know who’s in control

He loves to pin you to whatever surface is closest- bed, table, wall, it doesn’t matter

He loves how you can’t get out of his grasps, he’d completely in control of just how much pleasure you’ll get

He’s a big tease

He’ll touch you just about anywhere except where you want him to

He’d slowly kiss down your body, paying attention to your emotions and every time he feels a spike of arousal when he touches a specific spot- he pays extra attention there and makes a mental note for next time

Slowly strips you down- almost to slowly but that’s the point- to drive you absolutely insane with lust- which he does help along with his powers

The man use’s his powers a lot but can you blame him?

Calls you pet names the entire time “Darling” “Love” “Sugar”- has called you “Baby boy” a few times when your especially desperate for him

He. Love. Going. Down. On. You.

Almost loves it more then you going down on him- although it’s a close call

He has no gag reflex- which he uses to his advantage

Loves when you moan out his name and pull at his hair

He will stop if you ever suppress your moans/whines- he wants to know just how good he’s making you feel

He’ll overwhelm you with, waves of lust, his mouth, and his hand grasping at your ass/ massaging you.

He loves hearing your moans and your breathless praises

It’ll depend on his mood if he let’s you finish from his mouth, he loves when your moans raise and he can feel you attempting to thrust into him as you reach your high, or he’ll take you right to the edge then stop all contact- relishing in your needy whines and small thrust into the air,

“Jasper, please.”

“Don’t worry, Darling. I’m not even close to being done with you yet.”

Usually tells you to take his clothes off, making it as difficult for you as possible

Arousal is an emotion he can control- and if he so wishes he could overwhelm you with so much lust and arousal he could make you cum without even touching you- he’s tested it before and caught you off guard when you were doing the laundry/cooking

So when you’re trying to strip him he’ll randomly send waves of lust your way- just eating up how you’ll grip his clothes tightly and lean into him- whole body shaking as you do so- but he’ll just bring you to the edge before ceasing his teasing

If he’s in no hurry, he’ll let you go down on him

This man is almost never vocal- except in the bedroom

He doesn’t want to thrust to harshly so he let’s you control most of it

It’s alright if you can’t fit all of him down your throat- you are human and there is a limit for you.

He does however love when you use you hand to rub and pump the rest of his length

He’s pushed you off of him more then once- usually getting so lost in the pleasure he can not trust himself to not loose control

“Jazz? You alright.”

“Come here, Now.”

If you get him to riled up your in for a rough ride- literally

He will bend you over on any surface/ press you against a wall

You’re practically begging when he’s stretching you/ prepping you

He’s prepared 99.9% of the time with lube- if he isn’t it’s purely oral that time, as he wants to make it as painless as possible.

When he’s done prepping you he’ll ask if you’re ready- if you are he’ll thrust into you slowly but forcefully

Wait’s till your fully adjusted before setting a relentless pace

Nuzzles into your back- has lightly bit into you neck once or twice- usually doesn’t though just in case

 Grips the back of your neck and thrusts into you- making sure to hit your spot every. single. time.

When you’re reaching your high he will drape against your back and use one hand to support himself and the other to jerk you off

He’s got a praise kink- loves when you praise him, but especially loves muttering small praises into your ear at he fucks into you

You moans only spur him on to fuck into you harder

He’s a sucker if you beg him to go harder or do something differently- man can’t say no

“Please- please don’t stop!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He’ll time your release with an specially brutal wave of lust

You’ll be shaking after your release- and being overstimulated by him continuing to thrust into you chasing his own release

When he cums he’ll practically growl into your ear- thrust becoming even rougher and erratic.

He has and will overstimulate you- he’s a vampire which means lots of stamina

He never goes to far- understanding you’re still human and he doesn’t want it to get to unbearable

But if you’re up to it- he’ll keep going till you’re practically falling apart

He does like it when you ride him, he’ll make you hold his hands and watch you fuck yourself on him

He adores every part of you, almost get’s lost in trailing his fingers down your sides, your face, everything

If he decides your pace isn’t fast enough for him, he’ll grab your hips and thrust up into them

He also like when your on your back, he loves watching your facial expressions, the pleasure that washes over your face- that he caused- it really spurs him on

He also liked being able to kiss you in the middle of the act, your mouth, your neck, anywhere really- but especially the mouth, he likes when he thrusts particularly hard while kissing you and you have to break the kiss with a broken moan

God this man loves everything about you

He’d also be open to tying you up occasionally- he’d use silky material because he 1) likes the feel, and 2) he likes how it doesn’t hurt you

This man loves being in control and when you let him tie you up and forfeit all control to him- it really get’s to him

He makes sure you have a safe word in place before you do anything.

If he feels you be uncomfortable- hit’s the breaks

He’s stopped in the middle of an extremely intense session because he felt the slightest amount of discomfort

“I am so sorry, Do you want me to stop?”

“No- Jasper that’s not it-”

“Are you okay?”

“Jasp-”

“Are you hurt?”

“Babe please calm down–”

It takes a lot of convincing for you guys to continue

This man is all about the aftercare.

He doesn’t need it as much as you physically- although emotionally he does appreciate when you praise him and tell him you love him.

He’ll clean you up, has forced you to take Advil if it was a particularly rough night, and I hope you like sappy jasper because that’s what you get

Kisses your forehead and tells you how good you did, what a good boy are.

He pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around you- loving if you cuddle up to him more by wrapping your arms back around him.

He likes to feel your body slowly relax as he talks to you, you sleepily mumbling responses.

Until your heart beat and breathing calms and you drift off to sleep, and he’s able to watch you sleep in his arms- god he’s so happy he found you

He loves when you trust him enough to sleep next to him

In the end he just wants you to feel safe and loved, even in your most intimate moments

(Uhm… so that’s my take on it…. i’ll see myself out- if you want a vampire mate version just lemme know- I honestly don’t know how I feel about this.)

[fearixfox]

jxjdskdnsk the gambling one shot you made was so cute! it reminded me of my mc sm. and cause of that can i request mammon with an mc whos parents regulate some of the biggest casinos? and mc is the next hier to a powerful mafia? pretty please :D

I had a lot of fun with this one and I’m sorry it took so long! It was a lot shorter but it just kept building so it took a while. https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLde0UQUs-l0KJ29TSCYYGjcrrGBkOjR7P  This is a playlist that I used for some scenes. Thank you for the ask <3

“Wanna go?” You tease as you poke Mammon’s cheek.  “I mean, I-” He lets out a sigh. “I should go to keep an eye on you. I am your first anyway.” “First pact,” you correct him with a giggle. “I know Lucifer said he would go with me and you can’t defy him but I can. So, let’s go?”

Lord Diavolo has given you an extremely special present for your birthday. A weekend out in the human world. The only regulation is that a demon brother has to accompany you. The demons jumped on the opportunity immediately but you already had your heart set on a little avatar of greed. 

You say your goodbyes to the other brothers and thank Diavolo. “Make sure you’re back before midnight on Sunday. You still have your lessons to take care of,” he says with a smile. You nod to him and look over to Mammon who was being scolded by Lucifer. He nods and gives you a nervous smile that makes your stomach jump. “Jump in when you’re ready. It will take you wherever you want to be.” Diavolo said gesturing towards the hole. 

You dash over to Mammon, taking his hand and diving headfirst into the hole. You end up in a penthouse, looking over the vast craziness of New York City. “Brings back memories!” You hum looking out the window. “Um…why’re we in New York?! Is this your place?! You mentioned you lived a quiet life but I would say this isn’t that.” Mammon says with an awestruck look. He was shocked completely.  

“Mammon,” you chuckle at his child-like gaze, “when this present was given to me I saw it more as a chance to have fun than to go back to normal life. I couldn’t think of anything more fun than spending a weekend in the Big Apple, gambling my life savings off with you.” You poke his nose and he blushes, looking away. “The penthouse is a friend’s and I already arranged this trip a while ago. Just for you and me. Is that okay?” You say with pleading eyes. “Y-yeah, I mean of course it’s fine! You have the best gambler in all of the Devildom on your side. Ya won’t lose.” He says with a wink. You squeeze his hand. “Good! Lemme drop my stuff and we can go have some fun.” 

“How’s this look?” You say spinning in an outfit that accentuated your every feature. His eyes went wide and his mind went to other places. “Y/n, we are gambling, not going to-” You put a finger to his lips. “Shush, you are in the land of y/n. Let’s go. ” Mammon was clearly not fond of your garment but little did he know how safe it would keep him.

(Poker Face- Lady Gaga)

You and Mammon enter a casino and walk around the various tables and games. “Oi y/n, are you even good at gambling? I mean you’ve beat me once by luck but you never play at home. Ya sure you’re up for it?” He was clearly trying to keep himself composed at your side but you could tell he was itching to play. You walk over to a  black jack table  “Care to find out?”. As if you said the magic words, Mammon sits down and asks the dealer to put you guys in.

“Oh, do my eyes deceive me or is that the most magnificent ever beautifully cruel y/n?” A man said to the left of you and Mammon. You’ve gotta be kidding me. I didn’t realize it would be this quick. Mammon was ready to retort but you hold his wrist. “Kuroo, it’s been a while. I didn’t realize I had the courtesy to see your smug face.” You give him a fake smile. “Oi y/n, who’s the rooster head? He looks shady.” Mammon says, clearly wary of your relationship with him. 

Well he is the Consigliere somehow but there’s no way you’re going to tell him that. He was your nanny for a good part of your life and your advisor for the rest. You are technically the underboss but in this line of work it's not the greatest. What if he knew. Would he tell? He’s an idiot of course he would. 

You were raised to scare and torture so when you were teleported to hell itself, you weren’t surprised. Living amongst the demons made you feel less corrupted, pure even. You could have a life there when it’s all said and done. You’ve realized how soft you’ve become around the brothers...around Mammon... but now wasn’t the time for that.

“He’s my father’s friend. Think of him as my uncle.” You reassure him. “Ah you wound me y/n, I’m not that old at all. Only two years older than you if I recall.” He states clearly teasing Mammon. You glare at Kuroo. “He’s only trying to get a raise out of you, Mams. You can relax. He’s actually five years older than me, not that it matters.” You give him a gentle smile. “Let’s win.” 

You play through the rounds and your skills are a little rusty but you manage. You bust and it’s now Kuroo against Mammon. Sadly you knew the game, Kuroo already bought the dealer out and within 30 minutes it was a loss. “Ugh y/n, he is your uncle right? Can we get our money back? I can’t believe me the Great Mammon lost to a simple human.” Mammon huffs. You giggle at him “No, we have more money to burn I bet you we can make double what you lost. Just give it some y/n magic.” You smile sweetly at him. Kuroo’s eyes lowered at the sight. 

“Y/n, a word? Your father wanted me to pass on a message.” He says with a tone you know you can’t object. You turn to Mammon, “Hey, I’m going to be a minute can you play roulette for me? I was never good at it and would love some Mammoney luck.” He gave a light laugh at this. “Sure thing but don’t take too long, I’ll drain ya.” He says with your card in hand. 

You move with Kuroo to a room away from prying eyes. Your expression turns cold as soon as you step into the room. “So, what’s Boss want?”  You say clearly not wasting any time. “Oh child is that any way to talk about your old man?” Kuroo teases, his eyes filled with malice. “He’s been worried sick about his second in command, but little did he know they were laying low fuckin around with some low life pretty boy.” 

Kuroo’s words made your blood boil. In a way, he was your own Lucifer, always caring for you with an iron fist. When the time came he did take a bullet for you, but it didn’t make him less irritating. “And? Is that all you had to tell me? You’re managing.” Your expression was as cold as ice. It felt like slipping into a different personality. You couldn’t tell which one you were more. The kind person you were around the brothers or the brutal underboss of this world you were forced into. “Well, I guess you’re right. You must be glad Akaashi is so capable. You disappeared for a few months and the money keeps flowing.” Kuroo sits down with a laugh. 

Now you knew why he was here. You asked Akaashi for the penthouse and he can’t deny Boss. “Still babysitting I see, even though I’m grown.” You give a light laugh. “Well, tell Boss I’ll be away for a while longer and Akaashi can take care of things until then. I’m busy working out some things.” Kuroo’s interest was piqued.

 “Ah I was wondering about the boy. He looks so exotic and youn-” ''You lay a finger on him, you’ll be filled with lead by morning. I don’t give a fuck who you are.” You cut Kuroo off. “I promise, you won’t even be safe in Hell.” Kuroo had never seen you so stern towards him before but enjoyed your wrath. “I’ll pass on the message.” 

You find your white haired demon kicking some ass at roulette and basking in his own glory. Your heart melts at the sight and Mammon notices you. “Y/n! Guess how much we won?” He says waving chips around, giving a goofy smile. “I tripled the amount on your card!” Wait, he bet all of it? “Mams do you know how much money was on the card?” You say in a serious tone. “I hav’ta tell ya I don’t sweat the small stuff. Just be grateful. For the Great Mammon has claimed victory.” He lifts you up and spins you around in glee. You can’t help but smile at him. 

You play a few more games and head out to an expensive restaurant. "Y/n, are you sure you can afford all of this?" He clearly wanted to order the whole menu. "You tripled my card somehow so might as well use it." You smile back at him.  His eyes light up as he looks at the menu, looking forward to the meal. 

(Nana triste-Natalia Lacunza)

A slow song was playing on the dance floor and Mammon looked at you with a want in his eyes. "Care for this dance, my avatar of greed?" You ask for his hand. He blushes and gives it to you. 

"Wait a minute that was backwar-'' You pull him close to you and start dancing. "It's okay Tiger. You're cuter this way." He wants to retort but can only focus on how close your bodies are. 

"Ya know, Lucifer asked me to take care of you. It's like he was handing off his child to a husband. He's so irritating at times. I mean I'm totally reliable. Don't you think Y/n?" He says softly in your ear. You let out a soft laugh. "I think you would make a wonderful husband Mams. Be careful or I may make you mine.” You whisper so close he can feel your breath on his neck. He immediately jumps back. “Like I would ever marry a human even if they’re...they’re...” He trails off. “They’re what Mammon?” You step closer to him again. “Ahhh look, foods here. Let’s eat.” He says immediately retreating. 

You both eat and drink to your heart's content. By the end of the meal, Mammon was a babbling child.  “Ya know you should be more prouda me. I went outta ma way for y/n.” He slurs. “I could’ve let Lucifer take the human like was planned but I secretly begged ta go. Don’t tell, y/n.” He whispers to you. And that’s enough of that. You take away his alcohol and start feeding him water shots. He couldn’t tell the difference. “Ya know, I told y/n I wouldn’t never marry a human but secretly if it was them it wouldn be bad. If it was, maybe I could be happy all the time.” He smiles before immediately falling over. You couldn’t help but look at him fondly. “Me too.” 

You help him into the penthouse and lay him down on your bed. I totally could. I should. No I shouldn’t. You stare at Mammon’s sleeping figure and start unbuttoning his shirt just enough for him to breathe. He was sleeping so soundly that you wish you could stay in that moment forever. “I love you, Mammon.” You whisper and kiss his head. “Always have.” 

You decide to go to the convenience store and get some things to ease his hangover. You see a couple around the sunglasses rack trying all sorts of glasses on, laughing at each other. You couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at their simple life. Sadly, nothing ever came easy for you. You bring your supplies back to see an empty bed. “Mammon? Where’d you go buddy?” You examine the bed closely and find a symbol on a small piece of paper. You crumple it and walk briskly out the door.

(Riot - Hollywood Undead)

You were going to kill Kuroo. You meant what you said and did not have to think twice about seeing the floor spattered with his blood. He wanted you home. He didn’t care what it took to get you there. He will cage Mammon up and keep him as a pet and hang it over you if it meant you would take over. It was his job after all. You knew exactly where he would take him. Kuroo would take him to the only person you can’t deny. 

You bust the gates open to the old property to see only soldiers around. “Y/n, long time no see.” Your eyes lower at the sight of Tsukishima. “Where is he?” You sneer. “Oh, whoever are you talking about?” Tsukishima laughs at your angry expression. “Olala, you mean our new mutt. He’s chained up inside like the dog he is. However, you and I have some business.” Soldiers started to surround you. “Boss said to restrain you. As long as we don’t kill you, any way is fine.” You laugh at his statement. “As if, you can.” 

You immediately jump into action and dodge the knives that are flying towards you. Soldier after soldier comes at you with swinging fists and slicing knives. “It’s bad to ruin the merchandise,” you say dealing blow after blow, making sure not to fatally injure them. Tsukishima just watches as you pummel your way to the door not even bothering to stop you himself. “You must really care for this lousy mutt. Too bad you’ll never see him again.” You ignore him and head into the house and see Mammon gagged and chained to a chair. 

“Mmmm! MMMm!” Mammon desperately tried to call your name. He had a bruise on the left side of his face and tears in his eyes. You pay him no heed as you stare at the two men at the table with him. “Ah y/n, how nice of you to join us. I was just telling Boss what great work you’ve been doing and how your loyalty inspires the rest of us.” Kuroo hummed. 

(Body-mother mother)

“Boss, I apologize for not coming sooner. I have much to discuss with you. Beginning with letting that mutt go.” You say dropping on one knee. “I was worried about you, y/n. I expected better and ya let me down.” Boss says with a disappointed tone.

 “I know, but I want you to know I come with good news. I haven’t been goofin off I promise. I wouldn’t do ya that way.” You say desperately trying to sway the conversation. “Hear me out, Father. Please.”  You feel a grip on your head that turns soft as Boss speaks “I always liked ya, y/n. You’ve done good for this family so I’ll give ya a chance.” 

You explain yourself and what you have been doing for the past three months. You leave out parts and accentuate others. Your eyes flicker to Mammon who looks scared to death but continue to keep your cold demeanor. “So father, I hope to expand our casinos to the other realm and expand our influence. Consider it insurance for when you pass.” 

“What a load of shit,” Kuroo begins but Boss holds his hand up. “So why do you need mista pretty boy here?” You give your father a promising look. “He’s the sin of greed himself, we need him if we want the money to flow. Plus he can bleed us dry if we don’t let him go.” Your father looks at him with disgust. “This poser? I’m gonna need you to prove it, kid.” You nod. “Give me five minutes with him and I can prove it to ya.” “You have three.” Boss says motioning his underlings to release him. 

You take him to the bathroom and give him a crushing embrace. “I’m so sorry Mammon. I’m so fucking sorry.” Mammon wasn’t even processing what was going around him and pushed you away. “Who? Where? What in the livin hell is going on y/n?” You put your hands on his shoulders “Look we have a minute I need you to change to your demon form and mess up some dudes under my magic.” Mammon looked absolutely baffled.

 “What? No! I don’t wanna expose my form to roosterhead and that old guy. Plus you don’t have magic.” You push him up against the wall and he can’t help being a bit frightened but also other things.  “Listen Mams, they will kill you and me both if you don’t and Solomon gave me some of his.” You lift up a vial and down it immediately. “I need you to do this for me. I promise I’ll explain everything later.” He seems unsure but nods.  

You regain your cold composure and bring him before your father. You nod to Mammon who unleashes his demon form. Your father’s face remains neutral.  “That’s quite some get up he’s got there.” Kuroo laughs at Mammon's wings going up to touch them. “I wouldn’t if I were you. He’ll send you to where he came from.” You say giving Kuroo a cocky stare. 

“If you want a demonstration you can have one, Boss. Kuroo and I have some disputes and I would love to resolve them under your careful eye.” Your father smiles at your bloodlust. “Just leave him in tact.”  You smile with glee. “Mammon, attack him but leave his vitals alone.” 

Mammon couldn’t resist your order and went after him in hand to hand combat. Kuroo was one of the best fighters but against a demon he was a mere human. Mammon slashed him up and knocked him out cold within seconds. Mammon turned to you bloodied with glowing yellow-blue eyes. That’s hot. You knew Mammon was strong but he rarely used his demon strength. To see if fully utilized was like viewing a work of art.

 “You impress me, y/n.” Boss said, staring at Mammon’s wings. “Take care of the devildom or whatever ya call it. I want that place under our control by the time I get there.” You kneel down and nod your head. “Kid, I want ya to take care of my kin here while they’re carrying out my work. Can ya do that for me?” You can tell Mammon was blushing a little under the blood. “Yes I can, sir.” 

(Next to you-bigricepiano)

It was a few hours later and you both finally got to the penthouse exhausted and tense. You collapse falling asleep in each other's arms on the floor until morning. You wake up to the sound of Mammon snoring in your face. So beautifully irritating. You plant a kiss on his lips which causes him to jump up. “Who? What? Where?” He sees your laughing face. “Awww, y/n I was having the weirdest dream that you were a member of the mafia and I was forced ta beat up roosterhead and…” He slowly feels his face. “That wasn’t a dream was it.” 

“I wish it was and yes I know I owe you a lot of explanation but lemme clean you up first.” You say getting a rag and some hydrogen peroxide. You start cleaning his face and explaining your upbringing. Through this, Mammon’s face changed from frustrated to concerned. “I didn’t know you had it so rough, y/n. You never told us.” You smile and dab on his open wound. Mammon winces a little.

“You didn’t need to know. It’s not something I’m really proud of and I know you are all demons so sins don’t bother you as much but even so.” You laugh at your own silliness. “ I wanted to be your saving grace and live a happy life at least for the year we have.” Mammon holds onto your hand and kisses it. “Y/n, you’ve helped us so much.  It’s the least I coulda done for you.” Mammon wraps his arms and legs around you, holding you as if you were going to disappear that very minute. “If..If you had the option to stay with us forever...with me forever, would ya take it?” 

You were taken aback by his question. You loved your father and all the mafia had to offer but it could never measure up to the amount of love you felt from the demons in the short amount of time you’ve been with them. You melt into Mammon’s embrace and try to hold back tears. 

“Absolutely. Without a doubt.” 

Mammon looks at you and takes your face in the palm of his hand, wiping away your ever flowing tears. He kisses you softly, over and over until the tears are gone.

 “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Mammon.” 

Bonus:

“I’m telling ya, y/n is part of the mafia! They beat up so many guys and run all the major casinos.” Mammon pleads at the breakfast table. “That’s absurd. Y/n doesn’t even gamble.” Satan retorts. “Satan’s right now please shut up about this before I string you up.” Lucifer says going through today’s paper. Mammon looks on the verge of tears and shoots you a glance to which you heartily ignore. 

“Aww, well I want it to be true. A mafia y/n sends shivers up my spine. Ne, ne, are you part of the mafia?” Asmo hums. You let out a laugh. “Absolutely not. I don’t know what Mammon’s on today but I wish I had some.”  “You and me both,” Belphie says through his pillow. “It would make a good anime for sure. The whole double agent thing with a princess that has to be saved and it would be called I wanted to save a princess but turned out they were a mafia member and I had to be saved instead. AAH, Beel don’t touch my food.”  Leviathan says pushing Beel off his oatmeal. 

“I told you no one would believe you.” You whisper to Mammon. Mammon just pouts and looks away. You drag your hand up his thigh and he shivers. “Don’t worry, they don’t need to know everything.” 

[ninjakitty15]

Chapter 22: Deader is Better (Loki x OFC Pairing)

It was exactly one day before the greatest holiday of all time, and not just because I was the most powerful I'd ever be that year. The streets were packed with people, every parking lot was booked solid, every parking space even, residents were even renting out some of their spaces for pocket money. Loki and I helped out Zari with her little store in exchange for letting us crash at her place, Loki was both surprised and delighted by how accepting people were of him even after asking if he was who he was. I explained to him that while the country as a whole has a longass way before it can be completely progressive and welcoming, Salem, being one of the first historical places here that destroyed itself in fear and intolerance, was probably the first to turn that around. It went from burning, hanging, crushing, and torturing people that were considered different and therefore dangerous to welcoming the different and weird as one of their own. No one even cared he took over New York, what they saw was an alien army attacking the city and a god that brought a bunch of heroes together to stop them.

"If Asgard were still around, I wish it had a city like this, celebrating magic and welcoming the weird as you'd say," mused Loki.

"Isn't there a realm entirely like that? Where the Light Elves live?"

"Look at you, trying to learn my culture," he teased. "It was where my mother learned magic and passed it onto me, yes. But we didn't go there often enough for me to call it another home. Most of the time, if we went anywhere it was to beat the natives into submission thanks entirely to Thor."

"For all the advancements your people had on us, the technology, the magic, the fuckton more years in a lifespan, you're not that far off in some idealogies from us. Rarely does peaceful methods end a dispute between peoples. Oh sure, there's been tons of times we tried that, it rarely works in our favor though. Peaceful rallies or marches are usually ended with police brutality they claim is the right way even when they're throwing tear gas grenades at unarmed civilians, tazing random protesters they later claim as dangerous, or just blasting them with high pressured firemen hoses. It always ends badly, with injuries, false claims, and injustice. I'd seriously love to meet Odin just to tell him he ain't special."

Loki smiled at this and kissing the top of my head. "I shouldn't be proud of you despising him like I did, but I am anyway. I am glad you met my mother in some form though, I had a feeling she'd like you."

"She told me to trust you and that in doing so, you'd stay with me as no one else besides Thor if even that, has trusted you since you came here indefinitely. A lonely existence that is, everyone keeping you at arms length. I can understand that, outside of Salem, skin color alone is an excuse not to trust someone, people see someone that looks like they're past their expiration date like me and they go running. Hell, even hair color or skin ink can keep you from getting jobs here, we're still an extremely regressive country. Not worth saving anytime soon."

"Then why bother?"

"Because unfortunately I'm one of the idiots inhabiting it with no way to some place better."

"I asked Thor why he fought so hard to protect this speck of a planet once, don't recall him giving me a good answer but yours shall suffice, if nothing else, because you're part of it."

"Whoa, hold your eight legged horses, you really don't need to do that...at all. Just find a way out of here if we can't at least save this city, the Avengers can handle this planet and if they can't...well at least they tried right? We don't need to get involved when neither of us signed any kind of hero contract like they did."

"You sure?"

"I'm not just sure...I'm HIV positive."

"You'd have to be alive to contract that disease and I'm not quite sure it would transmit to something already dead."

I opened my mouth to retaliate but something else stayed my tongue for a moment, something felt wrong, unnatural even. "Listen...do you smell that?" I asked curiously. Loki didn't get a chance to answer as a great surge of necro-power struck me full force and I was sent flying back several feet away, breaking several trees of the park we were enjoying till then along the way before my back slammed against a particularly thick one and I stopped flying. A dull pain exploded from my chest mere inches from where the stone was protecting my important bits and cool black blood lightly dripped from my lips. I looked down at where the pain came from and blinked in surprise.

"Oh look I've been impaled," I mused before breaking off the branch sticking out of my body and stepped away from the tree behind me. I looked for the source of the power surge and glared as I spotted the culprit walking toward us.

"Are you hurt?" asked Loki warily.

"Just a flesh wound," I assured him, gathering power from behind into my arms and fists. "You might wanna sit this one out though."

"No no, let him try," the attacker taunted as he got closer to us.

"I knew I smelled something rotten in the wind," I muttered. "What is it this time? First the heart, now the brain rotting away, would make sense if it was you that sold us all out."

The man before us glowered at me then flashed rotting, blackened teeth, while for the most part he looked alive, he was essentially rotting from the inside out. "You aren't the only one with a stone organ, my head will remain just as much as your heart does till I rip that out of you."

I arched an eyebrow. "Lemme guess, one of your Hydra buddies was a brain surgeon or so he claims. They all think themselves doctors of something that organization, not one medical degree posted when I was with them though, kinda makes you wonder."

"They don't need doctors for corpses," he snapped.

"You sure you're not braindead? Cuz I'm sure coroners and morticians both require a medical degree to be licensed with the job."

"Have a few run-ins with those folks have you?" he sneered. "You know the best part about you was at the very least being a warm body at the end of the day, now you don't even have that."

I snorted at his attempt to insult me. "Oh hun, the best part of you ran down your mother's legs. You gonna bark all day, you little bitch, or are you gonna bite?"

He held his hands to his head and another ball of smoke and lightning came hurtling at us but this time it was aiming for Loki at breathtaking speed, he was essentially pulling an Azula on me thinking I'd either let Loki get hit or take it myself but I saw his Azula and raised him a Dumbledore, telling my guiding spirits to yank him away from the path of the ball as I wouldn't be fast enough to help myself. I waved my hand toward Loki and he was suddenly swept aside and away from the direct battle ahead. Loki scrambled to his feet, a dagger in each hand and returning to his battle armor swiftly, glancing at me in shock. I mouthed a sorry to him before focusing all my attention to the rotten necromancer in front of me.

"Targeting what's mine isn't your best move when you really don't need to give me more motives to decapitate you than you already have," I warned.

"I know he's your weakness though. I want to see just how weak he really makes you," he sneered. "If what doesn't kill you makes you strong, what about when you're already dead."

"You're well on your way to finding that out yourself, hun. I can help answer that for you though." I thrust out a hand and black lightning flew from my fingertips. My rival managed to shield some of it with his own magic but as he wasn't a demi god the impact of that much power still sent him flying back. I didn't wait for him to get up though as I charged at him with a ball of power around each fist.

He rolled away right before I could punch in his head and destroy the stone inside it and got to his feet as I stood up, charging at me as I straightened up so we were suddenly toe to toe trying to kill each other. For a solid few minutes it was just dodging and exchanging blows and balls of energy before he decided to get sneaky and tried to slash me with his ceremonial dagger hidden in his boot. I dodged it just enough to not actually cut me but it did do some damage to my hoodie which had me glaring at him as I loved my hoodies. From there, it was throwing either each other, balls of power, or punches at each other with him occasionally trying to throw power at Loki who quickly learned to keep an eye on his attacks as much as I was without interfering, this wasn't his fight anymore. The ground around us was starting to look barren and dead from the effects of our powers used against one another, the grass brittle and brown. We both paused for a moment, both battered and frustrated neither of us were getting the upper hand with what we were doing.

"Why won't you stay down?!" he demanded.

I scoffed. "What is dead can never die. What's your dilemma here? What did Hydra even offer you to make you switch sides?"

"A chance to be something greater than this, the other necromancer, to be a demigod."

"And how's that working out for you?" I asked in bemusement. "They aren't higher powers, they're hired powers, there's a difference. There's no cutting corners on that one, ask nicely or die trying. How did you know where to find me? On the plane?"

"I had a spook tail you, not all the spirits are on your side you know."

"The good ones are, the rest are usually locked or exorcised so kudos on finding one of the select few willing to help a brother out."

He narrowed his eyes at me, collecting powers as he did. "If I'm not given what I want, then I'll have to take it myself just like I did with the other necromancers that went against me."

"And that's why no matter where that stone is surgically implanted in you, you will never be one of us, going against your own kind for something you'll never get." I lowered one hand to the ground and reached into the earth with just death magic alone, calling for something very specific as I waited for him to make the first move this time. "Especially not from me."

"And what makes you so special?" he demanded.

"Come here and find out." He lunged forward, taking the bait and I dropped to one knee at the last second, dodging his power-fist at the same time a rotted hand burst from the ground with my own dagger I snatched up and sliced into my enemy's rotted guts. He stumbled back, his free hand going to his stomach as he was weakened but not done for, the stone keeping him barely alive inside him. "Almost seems pointless since you're already decaying inside."

He looked at the wound I gave him from my dagger and glared at me as it was already speeding up the process. "You little cunt."

"Let me guess, you're gonna kill me, right? Join the line of people with empty threats they never finish."

Black lightning danced around his head and down to his body, staving off the spreading death from reaching his neck but not healing the blade wound either. "Should I rip out your soul first or your stone?"

"You say that like you've actually gotten the upper hand in this fight but who here has the unhealed wound and who here has survived worse?" I retorted.

He sneered at me with his rotten teeth and lunged forward once more but being the slimy little bastard he was, pulled his dagger apart so there were actually two identical ones and threw one at my leg while making a bee line around me with the other dagger at Loki. I gritted my teeth as the dagger hit its mark in my thigh and not wasting time even to take it out of me, threw a power ball at him from behind so he couldn't dodge it and sent him off his course to my lover. I then took out the dagger in my leg and limped over to the bastard despite the agony burning through the entire limb. I didn't wait for him to get up and kicked him hard in the head right where I guessed the stone was before aiming for the wound I gave him with my blade. "Silly asshat, kicks are for ribs." His snapped under my leather boots. He tried to throw the other knife he still had at Loki but I caught it this time and dissolved the twin dagger like I did the one in my leg. I grabbed him by the throat, lifting him up, and slamming into another park tree while holding him in place.

"You really wanna know why you can't kill me after all this time?" I challenged.

"You don't scare me, Nell," he choked out.

I recalled what the Wiccan seer had told me and let go of everything holding me back. "I can fix that. You can't kill a Horsemen." A different kind of power rippled throughout my body, not necromancy, but something stronger, eternal and deadly and incomparable. The entire arm and hand holding him up was skeletal as was half my face and that's when fear started to leak into his. He fought and wiggled in my grasp, trying to pry my bones off his neck but my finger bones just dug in deeper while he kicked at me. I raised my free hand, also all bones, and went for his head, aiming for the stone still managing to keep him alive when his throat was slowly being punctured and torn. And then the world seemed to pause, everything went silent and still, everything was frozen even including most of me as I couldn't seem to reach the stone in his head but was poised to grab it out of his forehead. And then something else happened, something that only happened to me when something very specific was coming. I got what Peter Parker would call the "the Peter tingle" and chills ran up and down my body despite the whole lack of nerves and feelings thing I had being a skeleton.

[cyprith]

I read Gideon the Ninth and I’m conflicted.

I mean, would we really be so excited about that ending if Harrow were a guy?

The novel starts out, Gideon HATES the Ninth House. She hates it for good reason. She is tormented there every. single. day. She is, essentially, a slave. She has no ability to leave the Ninth House. Every time she even makes an ATTEMPT to leave, she is BRUTALLY beaten back down. We can assume she’s been attempting for years now because I think I remember her mentioning she’s up in the double digits of escape attempts. And the person who beats her down and grinds her under heel the most?

Harrow.

Towards the end of the novel, she even says that they’ve been brutally fighting for their entire lives. They’d go at each other frequently, fights that Gideon was whipped for and Harrow was not, regardless of who started it. She remembers one time that Harrow scratched chunks out of her face. This is a person she hates and has hated for--again, I cannot overstate this enough--her entire life.

She only even goes with Harrow in the first place because A. Harrow tricked her, trapped her and literally beat her into submission. and B. Because she realized that she had no other means of escaping the Ninth House--which even Harrow admits is a prison--and figures that she’d rather die somewhere else than die in the Ninth House.

She continues hating and barely tolerating Harrow for probably about 60% of the novel and then she just... decides? that maybe Harrow isn’t awful after all? And that maybe she likes her a little?

Harrow, who beats her into submission to get her way, threatens her FREQUENTLY with murder and the use of her literal corpse as necromancy fodder, who got her WHIPPED and fought with her constantly? Harrow, who beyond considering Gideon as a person for like, .02 of a second once has showed literally no other flicker of redemption? That Harrow? I’m supposed to believe that maybe she’s not that awful after all?

And then, THEN. One of the only people who has ever shown Gideon kindness, who she admittedly both likes AND finds attractive, turns out to be Big Queen Lich and Gideon just... suddenly becomes Harrow’s #1 fangirl?

Gideon was psychologically and physically abused by the Ninth House. She was kept as a slave, with no freedom or agency. Harrow tricked her and then BEAT HER into getting her here. And now, one person who was legit nice to her basically says, “Hey yo, I’mma kill all these other guys but I like you okay. I won’t kill you. Just back off for a minute, lemme get to work.”

And Gideon, who should have NO LOYALTY to anyone in this bar suddenly decides to SACRIFICE HER ENTIRE LIFE so Harrow can become a Queen Lich too and defeat the Queen Lich that was nice to her. And then we suddenly see from Harrow’s POV that she’s like grieving and shit because she really liked Harrow after all and just didn’t realize, what? that WHIPPINGS weren’t how you made friends?

Fucking what? What the fuck?

Harrow was an unrepentant asshole for 92% of the book aside from that one time she went all shifty and made eye contact for like the first ever time and tried to say that maybe she actually needed Gideon’s help after all. But I’m supposed to believe that she’s grieving for the slave she spent a lifetime torturing?

That she’s so broken up that the first thing she does upon waking up to Necromancy Jesus at her bedside is to ask for Gideon back? Really? This little shit?

Nah. I don’t buy it. Yeah, yeah, she had a shitty childhood too or whatever. Fuck that, she was basically a princess. I’m sorry if she didn’t like being rich and in charge. It must have been so hard for her having everyone do whatever she said including--oh yeah, BEATING GIDEON INTO SUBMISSION.

If Harrow was a dude torturing this girl her whole life, I don’t think most people would buy it either. I mean, sure, some 50 Shades people would be into it, but I hope to god at least it wouldn’t be marketed as a “romance” then. Who am I kidding it totally would

Ugh.

It was a well written and engaging book. I think I’m only this upset because I loved Gideon so much as a character, it hurt me for her story arc to end on such a wet fart.

I wanted so badly for her to take the Queen Lich’s offer and just fuck everybody. No, she can’t trust the Queen Lich, but she can’t trust fucking anyone anyway so what would that even matter? Why not just take everything she’d ever wanted and get the hell out? Fuck the Ninth House, fuck all the other houses that let this happen to her and Book 2 Gideon the One and Only can be the next biggest bad and bring the whole universe to its knees.

Anyway, TL;DR: cool motive, still absolutely horrific human being undeserving of personal sacrifice.

[head-and-heart]

The 100 Highlights - “Eden” (5x01)

Hey there fam! I’m starting this series in honour of the new season of The 100 that is now airing. Basically, it will function similar to review of the episode, except I will be pointing out the highlights of the episode - the things that I liked (not what I was critical of).

In light of 5x01 airing, it has become increasingly clear to me that - no matter how good an episode is - it is too easy for this fandom to get caught up on the negative aspects of it. (And yes, that includes myself sometimes.)

Being critical is good - it is a part of consuming fiction - but it is also important to recognize the positive aspects of literature as well. If not for anyone else, than for your own sanity. So that sparked the purpose of this series: for me to take a step back and think about what I enjoyed about the episode, and then share it to spread a little positivity in fandom. 

I intend to do this for every episode of Season 5, and possibly for later seasons as well (assuming we get renewed) depending on how it goes. 

So, for my first post, I will be talking about “Eden”. 

In no particular order:

The camera following the Ark and speeding down to Earth as the very first shot of the season was pretty cool and really captured the atmosphere of the episode as well as what the heart of the show seems to be: the connection among people even when they are apart, and the ways in which they fight to get back to each other.

Looking back, the cinematography of this episode was honestly stunning. The dull and bleached colour pallet of the scorched Earth versus the vibrancy of Eden is a shocking contrast and there were so many beautiful shots throughout the episode.

Loved the little callbacks to past places and characters - like the stones where they signalled to Luna, Jasper’s goggles, the stick from L.exa’s throne, Maya’s iPod, the rover, etc - it shows how all these people are still very present in Clarke’s mind (and how they are indirectly keeping her alive, keeping her centered).

The attention to detail was really strong in this episode (see above point) with all the props and the music choices (eg. playing the CL theme when Clarke finds L.exa’s throne). Due to this it ensured that, in spite of the time jump, the heart and history of The 100 remained present.

Seriously, there were sooo many cool shots. The shot of Clarke driving as the dust/lightning storm approaches was super neat. I loved how they depicted what life on Earth looks like after Praimfaya, the devastation of the planet. And also the shot of her staring into the flames as she burns the bodies of the villagers was stunning.

Having the entirety of the first 27 minutes following Clarke (and narrated almost solely by her) really nailed home the impact of her isolation and was, not to mention, a very bold storytelling decision

Music was used expertly in this episode. Tree Adams did such a great job at pinpointing when the music was needed, and when the episode was better served by using it liberally (and, on occasion, not at all). In the shot of Clarke sorting through Arkadia, the music is very light, the most prominent sound the whistling of the wind, as if to accentuate the fact that the world has gone completely silent following Praimfaya. It is also used as an homage to old characters who have passed, such as Maya, or L.exa, which I appreciated.

The scene where Clarke finds Jasper’s things was absolutely beautiful, and Eliza killed the scene with her acting. When I watched 4x13 last year I was disappointed to find that the scene where Clarke found Jasper’s suicide note was cut from the finale (it was in the leaked scripts) because I thought it meant Jasper’s memory would be forgotten. In retrospect, I’m happy that they did it this way instead, when Clarke is completely and utterly alone, and she can finally allow the emotions to hit her properly. There were so many amazing callbacks to characters from previous seasons who are no longer around anymore.

“Anyway ... in case this is the last time I get to do this, I just wanna say .. please don’t feel bad about leaving me here. You did what you had to do. I’m proud of you.” We’ve all had over a month to mentally and emotionally prepare ourselves for this line, since the trailer came out, but it remains just as beautiful as the first time.

There’s just something so badass about Clarke driving through an empty post-apocalyptic wasteland, listening to EDM on one of the last remaining pieces of tech on planet Earth. Clarke finding Maya’s iPod was the gift I didn’t know I needed.

Kudos to the makeup department for depicting their female lead realistically after almost dying of dehydration and radiation burns in the desert - sometimes this is not easy to find on a CW show.

Clarke’s frequent radio calls/narration offers up a fresh and interesting way of telling the story in this episode, revealing how Clarke has grown and reflected over the years.

There were soooo many parallels to previous episodes (eg. Clarke rising out of the water like Octavia in 1x01, the irradiated dining room in the village visually paralleling Mount Weather in 2x16, Clarke confronting her map like she did in the very first episode of the series, the shot of her face through the flames as she burns the bodies of the villagers is very reminiscent of 3x12, and everything to do with Madi and Clarke parallels the Blakes. And, of course, Charmaine’s “it means we’re not alone” is an obvious callback to Clarke’s words in the Pilot.)

No emotional beats are missed in 5x01. Clarke finding the child on the step outside the church is just one example of a gutwrenching moment in this episode that emotionally impacts us just in the way that all good media should.

“I’ve lost track of how many bodies we’ve burned since reaching the ground. God, this would be so much easier if I knew you were alive, if I knew I was going to see you again.” My Bellarke heart is singing!

Clarke gushing about berries. Enough said.

The filming of Clarke’s encounter of Madi pays homage to the horror genre, with her appearing suddenly in between the trees, or in the window frame. While not scary, it holds the same mood as 3x12 and 4x07 did - two episodes most strongly associated with typical horror films. I really enjoyed the mystery and intrigue associated with the way they approached Clarke meeting Madi.

By displaying Madi as fearful of flamekeepers, it demonstrates an alternative perspective to the Grounder faith that we haven’t gotten to see before: resistance. It also shines a light on the brutality of the conclave system in a way that is rarely addressed in the show (but perhaps should be).

Clarke performing surgery on herself? SO ! BAD ! ASS !

Clarke’s drawing of Madi was beautiful. And the little girl’s smile after seeing it? Precious.

Clarke spearing a fish? I’m turned on.

They did the absolute MOST gorgeous transition this show has ever done in this episode. And you all know which one I’m talking about. When Clarke is looking up at the stars and says, “What about them? Do you think they’ll come down too?” AND THEN IT SMOOTHLY SHIFTS TO THE ARK, BELLAMY STARING OUT THE WINDOW LOOKING DOWN AT HER AS SHE LOOKS UP AT HIM - BOTH UNKNOWINGLY. And the MUSIC. The music, oh god. Everything about it was stunning. The camerawork, the music, the thematic implications of it all. I just can’t be coherent about how amazing that transition was. Lemme go watch it another five times before I continue.

Raven beating Echo. Raven laughing. Raven. 

The dynamic among the space squad is really intriguing, and Jason Rothenberg communicated so much with so little. With just a few short scenes and lines of dialogue we can perfectly understand everyone’s role on the Ark, the tension between Bellamy and Raven, the uncertainty of Echo paired with the internal struggle of Monty, the way Emori has so seamlessly fitted herself into the group, and how Murphy has just as easily removed himself from it. It’s fascinating to me to watch how these characters interact with each other; how things have remained constant, and how they have shifted.

The fact that “Murphy” is considered one of their chores on the Ark will never not be funny (and equally heartbreaking???).

“Seconds?” “Yeah right, I choose Murphy.” I will never be over Monty’s poor, cute, little hopeful face here. It was adorable.

The Murphy and Bellamy fight scene was a blessing in every single way. First of all, Bellamy being cheeky is my lifeblood. Second of all, Murphy’s story this season is super intriguing to me. And third of all, Bellamy holding Murphy in a headlock as he forces him to admit he’s not worthless is a scene I never would have imagined I would need this much.

“You know what I think your problem is? You like being the hero; only up here, there are no heroes.” I LOVE this line because of how it delves into Murphy’s psyche and also displays him in a different way than Murphy typically is. It shows that, deep down, he really does care about more than himself. When he has so much time to wallow in his own self-loathing, he feels he needs to live up to his own expectations, and he acts out. If he can’t be a hero, then he’ll be what he knows he can be. A dick.

Also ... “there are no heroes” = “there are no good guys”. I love my otp

Bellamy is the biggest dad and I am LIVING for it.

“I’ll make sure it’s my only choice.” Cue Kate’s Bellarkean death.

“Non-violent offenders with me?” “Yeah, both of them.” Okay, I’m sorry but I’ll never stop laughing about this.

“Relax, McCreary. You’re still my favourite mass-murderer.” I loved this little exchange because it hints at the dynamic between all of the Eligius crew. Again, Jason does so much with so little words. It clearly indicates just how different these prisoners are from The 100 - how dangerous. Also ... is Zeke a mass murderer, then?

Monty and Harper’s scene together was enlightening. I’m so excited for Monty’s journey this season, and it makes complete sense for him to go in this direction. What’s intriguing is that him and Harper have almost shifted places from where they were in Season 4, where Harper wanted to give up and Monty was insistent on the need to keep fighting. He brings up a good point now: “No one should have to be that strong.” Because isn’t that the whole truth? I also really appreciated the callback to Monty’s mom, as well as Jasper, as there was a serious concern as to whether those deaths would just be swept under the rug because of the time jump. I’m happy to see that my concerns were for nothing.

Emori and Raven’s friendship is EVERYTHING. 

Nothing is brighter than Raven Reyes’ smile and that’s a fact.

Lindsey and Richard continue to have stunning chemistry and they both feed off each other so well, no matter how you see their relationship.

Ending the episode with the single shot of the fight ring in the bunker and Octavia (and her “royal guards”, so to speak) observing blankly from above was absolutely chilling. And the best possible way to lead into the next episode. 

Hope you enjoyed reading my highlights! Feel free to share some of your own. I’ll be back sometime next week following “Red Queen”.

[eng-hypnosismic]

[Eng sub/translation of Mad Trigger Crew Drama Track 1]

Officer: Another call came in about this violent guy. They’re asking for you to go, Iruma-san.

Juto: (laughs) Good grief, this kind of thing happens often, doesn’t it. After this, I’ll have to go somewhere else again, round and around. Thanks for all your hard work. This is all part of the job, I suppose. Then, I’m going out for a bit.

[Rock music plays.]

Samatoki: Yo, dirty cop. How’s it goin’?

[Juto lights a cigarette and inhales.]

Juto: And who’s the idiot that this “dirty cop” is being sent for?

Samatoki: (laughs) Ouch, touchy. Give me a cig.

[Juto puts out his cigarette before lighting another.]

Samatoki: Finally caught a break.

Juto: So? What did you do this time?

Samatoki: Some punk was getting on my nerves, so I taught him a lesson. He picked a fight, I punched back, and we made a mess.

Juto: It’s that delinquent attitude of yours that’s always getting you into trouble.

Samatoki: Well then, Juto, as always, I’m in your debt.

Juto: Tch. That’s easy for you to say. I’ll let you out, but you’re coming with me after.

Samatoki: ‘s that so?

[Juto’s phone rings.]

Juto: Hello, this is Iruma. The suspect in room four has been released on account of insufficient evidence...huh? Too fast?   (laughs) You’re not listening to what I told you. Hm… Not that I want to bring it up, but need I remind you who’s covering up whose misappropriation of public funds? Have you forgotten? … I see, I see. In that case, would it help jog your memory if I make the evidence public?   (laughs) Thank you for understanding. Well then, if you’ll excuse me.

Samatoki: So harsh. Did you just blackmail somebody? What a disgrace.

Juto: I could always stick you back in that cell.

Samatoki: (laughs) It’s just a joke, don’t take it so seriously, dumbass.

Juto: Tsk. Shut up. Let’s get going.

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Samaoki: So,  where are you taking me?

Juto: To the forest near the harbor.

Samatoki: Huh? What are we going there for?

Juto: You still haven’t found the last member of our team, so I found one for you. We’re going to see him now.

Samatoki: Really…

Juto: (sighs) Don’t you “really” me. If we don’t make a decision soon, we won’t have much time for territory battles. At that point, we might as well just let anyone into the team.

Samatoki: Juto, ‘s true we don’t have time, but if we’re just choosing any old guy then we’re better off just you an’ me.

Juto: While that’s true, the two of us will be no match against Yamada Ichiro’s Ikebukuro team—

[CHOKING noises]

Juto: Dumbass, stop--

Samatoki: You sayin’ I’m no good against that bastard?

[Juto dying noises, car screeches]

Juto: Let go! We’ll hit someone!

Samatoki: Shut your trap. I could crush Ichiro’s shitty team all by myself, easy.

Juto: I told you to let go! Asshole.  

Samatoki: Juto, if you talk shit like that again, I’ll literally kill you.

Juto: Tsk. Everytime anything about Yamada Ichiro is mentioned you lose your mind. Get your shit together.

[lighting cigarette]

Juto: I’m well aware of how skilled you are, but it only takes one piece of worthless trash to get our asses kicked in team battles. You do realize that too, right, Samatoki? Or is losing okay with you?

Samatoki: I’d rather die than lose.

Juto: In that case, work with me when we’re trying to find a teammate.

Samatoki: If this guy we’re meeting right now turns out to be shit, Juto, I’ll beat both of you down.

Juto: (chuckles) Well, then I have nothing to worry about. I can guarantee that he’s an interesting and helpful guy.

Samatoki: You’re over confident.

Juto: He’s a soldier, is why.

Samatoki: Soldier? Isn’t the Japanese military dissolved now?  

Juto: Even if the military is dissolved, that guy still believes in the resurgence of the military, and is living a survival-like lifestyle.

Samatoki: The f*ck?

Juto: That’s a common reaction. I only learnt about this guy recently, and met him once. He’s a strange one, yes, but I don’t think I’d ever find another one as perfect for our last spot.

Samatoki: You never know.

Juto: Also, he owns a Hypnosis Mic.

Samatoki: An illegal mic?

Juto: Nope, it’s not illegal.

Samatoki: Oh? So he stole a Hypnosis Mic from the cops?

Juto: Also nope.

Samatoki: Then what is it?

Juto: What he has, is the prototype Hypnosis Mic made for the military in the past.

Samatoki: Prototype?

Juto: Mhm, it’s a customized military-grade product. Its disturbance on the nervous system is stronger than ours.

Samatoki: Interesting, we’ll see if that’s true very soon.

Juto: (sigh) Try not to start a fight, ok?

Samatoki: That depends on his attitude.

[Car swoosh]

Samatoki: I don’t think anyone with the right mind would live so deep into the forest.

Iruma: Almost there.

[panting]

Samatoki: Oh? Is that it over there?

Juto: Hey, hold on a second! If you rush in like that he’ll be on guard!

[Juto catching up to Samatoki]

Samatoki: Hm? There’s nobody here.

Juto: No, the food here is still warm, which means--

Riou: Stay where you are. You are surrounded. If you don’t want to get hurt then don’t move.

Samatoki: Huh? The hell are you doing? And after we came out here to the sticks to see your sorry ass. Show yourself. Lemme kill you.

Riou: Who’d be stupid enough to come out after you said you want to kill me? That line implies hostility, doesn’t it?

Samatoki: Bring it! I’m not “implying” shit, I’ll kill you dead.

Riou: Fool. In that case, come and kill me—if you can.

Juto: Hey Samatoki! Calm down! Riou, it’s me! I told you a while back that I have someone I want to bring to you right?

Samatoki: Shut the f*ck up, I’ll kill this guy if it’s the last thing I do!

Riou: Juto...so this intruder is the man you meant. We’re not very compatible.

[Rope noise]

Samatoki: What the hell is this f*cking rope--

[Riou coming out]

Riou: Don’t say things if you won’t follow through. It only makes you look foolish. 

Samatoki: F*ck, you’ll pay for this.

Juto: H-Hey! Samatoki, stop that! Put your Hypnosis Mic away!

[Sound]

Juto: Samatoki!

Samatoki: Hurts like a bitch—

Riou: Now, then. Please go. I am having my meal.

Juto: Riou! Listen to me for a bit.

Samatoki: Stop being so soft, Juto!

[Hypmic on sfx]

Riou: I will eliminate all possible dangers.  (lit. eliminate all falling sparks, proverb)  

[Hypmic on sfx]

Samatoki: (laughs) Interesting … so that’s the military-customized Hypnosis Mic?

Juto: (sigh) I’m done. (smokes)

[Music]

You keep talking, put your words to the mic

Come at me if you have the balls

Fools who underestimate will be shut down

Say as much as you can before I screw you up

Die here in the wilderness, happy death day

[/Music]

[Riou in pain]

Riou: So this is the power of an ex-Dirty Dawg. Such merciless and brutal lyrics.

Samatoki: Haha! That all you got? All bark and no bite, huh.

Juto: (smokes, to himself) Even attacked by Samatoki’s lyric, he’s still conscious -- my judgement was right. ...Hm? Is someone back there?

[Music]

What the hell is this greeting, is this a joke?

Now is the perfect timing for my solo

Living as the fittest - Survival

With one punch I can take your life  

[/Music]

[Samatoki in pain]

Samatoki: (laughs) Damn…’s been a long time since I took a blow like that.

Juto: Hey!!! You guys, it’s an ambush!

Samatoki: Juto! Don’t butt in when it’s just getting good!

[Mob* laughing] *Mob=a large crowd of people, especially one that is disorderly and intent on causing trouble or violence. In this case, “mob” refers to a member of the faceless crowd.

Mob: I’unno what went down here, but Riou looks half dead! Now’s a better time than ever to snatch up that Hypnosis Mic of yours!

Samatoki: Who the hell are these shits?

Riou: They’re after my Hypnosis Mic.

Samatoki: They ain’t got none of the skills and mental power to use it. What do they even want it for.

Juto:  The Hypnosis Mics we have now are already very valuable in the black market, whereas the Prototype is asking for a price that’s a few times higher.

Riou: It’s not your problem. Run.  

Juto: Are you stupid? Me, a policeman, fleeing? That would be such a joke. Samatoki, I will buy you some time. Come help after you recover.

[Hypmic on sfx]

Samatoki: Huh? Don’t look down on me, this is nothing.

[Hypmic on sfx]

Riou: Pardon me.

Mob: (laughs) What can you do with only three people!

Mob2: Hang on, isn’t he ex-Dirty Dawg—Aohitsugi Samatoki?!

Mob: What are you freaking out for, wimps? We easily out-number them! We won’t be beat, now, go!

[Music]

45Rabbit: Bring it on, I am your opponent

Evil is here again, how irritating

Sending y’all to jail, [you’re] arrested

Mr.Hc: Sorry—I’ll beat the shit out of them before you can.

CrazyM: I’ll overwatch you

Loaded and ready to fire

Bullets of speech

45Rabbit: Just like killer bees  [Mr. Hc + Crazy M: Bang! ]

45Rabbit: People who defy will be thrown into the hornet’s nest

Insta Kill the weaklings

MTC: Suck my hypnosis

[/Music]

[Mob destroyed]

Samatoki: (Laughs) No matter how many of you there are, mobs are mobs.

Juto: I’m dragging all of you to jail.

Riou: You don’t provoke a soldier and still think you can go home in one piece.

Samatoki: Those guys are all talk, huh.

[Juto in the bg: Please send back up immediately. I just arrested a large gang of robbers. There are a few casualties.]

Riou: Seems like I owe you one. 

Samatoki: Owe me? No way. ‘S been a long time since I fought someone worth my while. It was fun. Don’t sweat it. That being said—do you want to form a team with us? No point in making one without balls like yours.

Riou: If this can return the favor, it would be my pleasure to help.

Juto: Despite all the things that happened, this is more or less what I expected.

Samaoki: OK! Let’s change this shitty world together, Riou!

[fcklifeex]

Badlands - Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose - 01

Soooo I’ll start off with the Moxley route because I’m trash and I live for a bad boy with serious self hate. Maybe I’ll progress the story to his transition into Ambrose but it depends on how long I want to make it.

I’ll still take requests for Moxley/Ambrose/Rollins. Just message me if you have anything in mind. In the meantime,

I hope you enjoy!

Jon

I was still shaking by the end of the night. After one of the more brutal matches in my career. I fucking lost my title at Southern Violence. Fucking Nick Gage. Fuck him. I was going to skin him alive the next time I got my hands on him. He was a fucking snake and an opportunists - taking every chance he got to steal my title. He’d always come out when he knew I was beat to shit and exhausted. That’s why he barely touched me the entire match until he knew I was worn down. There’d be hell to pay when I got to him again. That was a fucking promise.

For now, my whole body hurt.  It hurt. Worse now that the adrenaline was subsiding.It felt like I’d been hit with a convoy of mack trucks. Between all of the lights. The chains. The fucking knives, chairs and thumbtacks. I was fucking aching. There must’ve been a total of 25 stitches between my head, face, and back and I wanted to bury that pain the only way I knew how. Beer and Pussy.

I’d lost Sami somewhere between the door and the bar.  I’d made a beeline and since he was shorter than me, he wasn’t in my line of focus whatsoever. The place was overcrowded and he seemed to just blend into the sea of heads anyway. Besides - he could handle himself. It’s not like he had gotten the shit out of him tonight.  

I pushed my way through to the bar where people were shouting angrily for a bartender’s attention. From what I could see there was about 3 on staff and 80 people just crowding the area. Grabbing one guy from the collar of their shirt, I yanked him off the bar stool so hard he’d fallen to the ground. I was clearly bigger than him so he made the smart decision to not fuck with me when I stole his seat.

“Hey!” I slammed my hands against the bartop. “Heyyy!!” I slammed my fists harder, trying to get someone to get me a goddamn drink.

I rested head on my hand, wincing when I pressed against the fresh stitching across my brow. My mind kept replaying the match over and over again. How the fuck could I have lost my title? One minute I was ready to pin Younger then next I was hit over the head and knocked out. Fucking Gage. I’d tear him apart every chance I got until that title was back around my waist.

“Can someone just get me a motherfuckin drink?!” I shouted again.

“Woaah - the fuck happened to you?”

I could barely hear anything between the ringing in my ears and the music playing over the speakers but the silky tone of that voice cut right through all of it like a hot knife cutting through butter.

Lifting my head, I was met by the gaze of pale green eyes. They were catlike in shape with a burst of yellow in the center. Despite how dark it was in the place, they were bright as fuck framed by long eyelashes.

Holy shit..

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I was usually quick with smartass responses - especially when I was pissed, but it was like all anger had somewhat subsided and this night was suddenly still salvageable.

Usually, I aimed for lower grade pussy - something easy to just get me off and I could get focused again, but now I had my eyes set on a certain target.

Her.

And goddamn was she fine as hell.

“That shit don’t look like it feels to good.” She said, wiping down the bar top in front of me.

Her tits shook with the wiping moment. They were barely contained in a black bra that had a lace front and a leather trim, giving me a perfect view of her tiny pink nipples.

“Well.” I cleared my throat. “You’d be surprised at what I think feels good.”  I said, leaning in a little closer, I rested my hand close to her body, my thumb brushing across the bottom of her tits.

She didn’t slap me, which was a good sign. She also didn’t move away. Instead, she laughed, her lips parting to show a row of perfect teeth, blindingly white in contrast to the dark red lipstick she had on. Her tongue rolled over a small silver lip ring in the corner of her bottom lip and I wanted to reach over and pull it with my teeth.

Leaning across the counter, most of her upper body rested on my arm, letting me feel the softness of her skin all the way down to her stomach, her face only inches from mine.

She smirked, her eyes searching mine. “Next time you touch me without my say-so, I’ll cut your cock off and shove it up your ass.”

She threatened in the most sultry tone I’d ever heard in my life. I could tell by the look in her eyes she meant it and I didn’t know whether to be scared or turned on but right now I was a conflicting mixture of both.

Fucking christ, I was a masochist.

 “But I bet you’d like that too, wouldn’t you?” She said, bringing her face even closer to mine. The slightest pucker would’ve made our lips touch. “Sick fuck.”

My smile grew at her feistiness and I ran my tongue across my bottom lip. “I’m starting to think you got me all figured out, darlin’.”

“Oh I gotta pretty good idea. I’ve met a thousands of men like you.” She replied, standing back up.

“Trust me, sugar lips - you ain’t never met a man like me.”

 With a laugh, she nodded her head back to the shelves of liquor. “What can I get ya?”

“You even old enough to be behind the bar?” I teased, knowing damn well she must’ve been.

Judging by her curves, she was all woman and not afraid to show it. Between the bra top, painted on booty shorts, and thigh high black boots, there was little left to the imagination. It should actually be considered a crime for bitches of this caliber to ever hide their body.

None of this was any different from the women I dealt with in the industry, but she wasn’t no ring rat and this look worked for her. Though, she could be wearing a garbage bag and still have my dick hard just by the way she looked at me with those fucking eyes.

“You even old enough to be looking like a middle-aged man?” She returned, leaning her hands against the counter as she looked at me expectantly.

“Ouch. Someone’s got a mouth on her.” I smirked. “Let me get a shot.”

“Of what?”

“Anything hard and cheap - and keep ‘em coming until I black out and not feel any of this tomorrow.” I said, motioning my hand over my body.

She laughed and reached for one of the bottles behind her. I watched as she took her time, pulling two shot glasses out from under the counter. There was no rush in her movements. There was people calling and clawing for orders and refills, but she didn’t hear any of that. She was there for her own time, letting the other bartenders run around like madmen while she filled up the two shot glasses, passing me one with a smile while we were the only two people in the entire bar.

She passed me one of the glasses, clinking her glass against mine before we downed them simultaneously.

Her eyes squeezed shut as the burn traveled down her throat before she smiled down at me. “So you gonna tell me why you look like this or you want me to start guessing?”

“You ever watch professional wrestling?”

“You mean like WWE and shit?” She raised a brow, seemingly more interested. “My uncle loves that shit.”

“Yeah - but not with that company. That’s the goal though. I’m in the indie circuit and I’m working with Combat Zone Wrestling.” I continued. “You know - that extreme shit. Tables, glass, ladders, anything sharp and deadly basically.”

“Well fuck. That would explain the face.” She laughed, refilling our cups.

“You think this is bad, you should see my back. You ever been dropped on thumbtacks?”

“Can’t say that I have sweetheart, but go on then - lemme see.”

“Shit -”

I stood, turning my back towards her before pulling my shirt up over my back to show off the hard earned scabs that had already formed from this match alone.

“That’s fucking wild!”

I looked over my shoulder to see she was less horrified and more excited than I expected her to be.

This chick had a thing for pain. I could see it behind her goddamn eyes.

Good.

“Does it hurt to touch?”

“No fucking shit.” I laughed, but she didn’t hesitate to reach across and run her fingertips down my back to feel every cut on the way down.

“Fuck.” I backed away, groaning at the same time when she touched a particularly deep one. “You’re one of those bitches that loves shit a little rough, ain’t ya?”I laughed and lowered my shirt, sitting back down to drink the third shot she’d filled for us.

Her smile screamed danger, confirming my assumption.

“What can I say? Pain has a way of making me feel alive.”

Ugh - she was perfect.

“Well - lucky for you I’m an expert on pain, baby.”

“Is that right?” She smirked, playing with her lip ring as she leaned against the bar to meet me eye to eye again.

“Ye-”

Out of nowhere she was yanked from her arm, by some drunk piece of shit, causing her to almost fall over. “Jesus fucking Christ bitch, I’ve been trying to get your attention for ten fucking minutes.” He shouted at her. “Are you fucking deaf? I said I wanted another beer!”

“Hey asshole.” I stood, my blood suddenly boiling from all the rage of what he’d just seen as well as losing my match. “You either say you’re sorry or I’m breaking this bottle in half and carving the words across your fucking forehead.”

“Who the fuck -”

Wrong choice of words.

Grabbing his head, I slammed his face into the bartop.

Once.

Twice.

She looked on with a fire in her eyes, hands resting comfortably on the edge of the counter as his head was pummeled between them. She wanted me to keep going. I could fucking see it.

“Hey! Hey!!” Someone yelled before I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders yanking me off the man. “Both of you - out!”

Security grabbed the guy off the floor, pulling us both away from the bar.

“Woah woah woah!” I protested, trying to gain some footing. “I ain’t even got her name yet! What’s your name?”

“You believe in destiny?” She answered back.

“What? No!”

“Well I do - I’ll let you know if our paths are meant to cross again.”

I didn’t believe in Destiny. I believed in going after what I wanted. If I left shit up to destiny - I’d still be in the projects probably dead by now.

But goddamn did the whole “mysterious and sexy” thing work for her. If it wasn’t for that motherfucker interrupting us, I wouldn’t have just gotten her name - would’ve had her screaming my name by the end of the night.

Ugh.

The thought of her pussy clenching around me while that sexy ass voice screamed out for me - instant hard on.

I wanted it.

I fucking needed it.

And once I put my mind to something - it was mine.

Fuck destiny. I’d make sure our fucking paths crossed.

ooo

The next night, my feet couldn't get me to the bar fast enough.

I had barely been able to focus in the gym. I had to train. it was fucking critical for my next match. I might not get a title match immediately but I’d hunt down Nick Gage until I fucking got it. That belt was mine. It belonged to me.

Just like that fucking bartender from last night.

I had to get my hands on her. The bitch I took home last night hadn’t done anything to quench that thirst. Nah - I wanted those red lips around me. I wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else until then.

Today was a prime example. My whole fucking body hurt. I had no recovery time between the matches I was booked for over the next two weeks. With only one day in between them, I had to train my ass off - that meant what I was feeling and what my dick wanted to feel had to be put on the backburner. After fumbling all through training, I jumped into the shower then headed straight for the bar.

It was still just as packed as the night before. This place always was. Loud music and sexy woman was the key to success. That was the same logic I used for my entrance into the ring. Why fix something that wasn’t broken.

Everything looked exactly the same, only one thing was missing. That bartender.

Where the fuck was she?

“Yo!” I cut through the crowd. “Hey!!”I called out for one of them to listen.

“What can I get you, sugar?” One of the women behind the bar asked?

“Where's the girl that was here last night?”

You gotta be more specific than that now, baby. There were plenty of women here last night.”

“She had green eyes, um light-ish hair. See through bra…?”

“Oh! Yeah, she's out of town for a couple of weeks. Sorry love.” She answered as she wiped down the bar.

Out of town for a couple of weeks.

What the fuck man?

I was only going to be in town for a week.

**None of the gifs are mine

[lepus-arcticus]

21.

(A/N: This installment contains potentially triggering content.) In the cramped cabin of the biplane, Scully shuts her eyes and seizes Mulder’s fingers, weak in the chokehold of fear. Her heart palpitates in her throat, images of freefall and fire streaking through her mind; rogue winds, engine failure, burned corpses in the dirt. 

Up in the wide and treacherous sky, he rubs his thumb along the back of her hand, steady and solid as old oak.  Kroner, Kansas. A fraudulent meteorokinetic with a spray tan and a wooden leg. A mini-twister hurls a heifer through the motel roof, and then Mulder’s in her bed, all hands, all tongue, his late-night scruff brutalizing the sensitive skin of her neck.  Tonight. It’s going to be tonight. She should have asked him in Nevada... 

He’s pressed flush against her back, curved around her, one arm threaded under her neck and bracing her opposite shoulder, trapping her mercilessly against him. His other hand vibrates between her thighs. The heat of him is everywhere, outside and inside of her, invading her, absorbing her, so that they’re one living thing, one creature, contained.  His teeth graze the corner of her jaw, his hips rolling into her over and over, adorations muttered harsh and sweet against her skin. He’s going too slow, riling her up, bringing her back down when he senses she’s getting close, seeing how distraught he can make her. “I can never get enough of you,” he seethes, almost cruelly, and she’s so worked up and desperate for mercy that she’d offer him her flesh to eat if he asked. 

“Mul...,” she sobs, “Oh, God, lemme... please... just...,” and she’s in the furious throes of need, feeling as wondrously vulgar as a Schiele sketch, agonized, euphoric. He groans, clutches her tighter, thrusts hard. God, finally... ten, eleven times, and then she’s falling apart, and he’s following her down, grunting, jerking into her. She thinks she screams.  When she comes to, his weight is still draped around her, and it’s suddenly claustrophobic, overwhelming. She shoves his arm off, her heart still beating ferociously, and twists to plant a poorly-aimed kiss half on his mouth. “You.. are truly evil,” she complains. 

“So much for trying to appear as though we’re not sleeping together. I think the whole town heard you,” he grins, squeezing the back of her thigh. He slides out of her and rolls from the bed, padding naked into the bathroom. Scully takes the opportunity to admire his fine runner’s ass as he wets a washcloth in the sink, and tries to stifle the urgent drone of her nerves. This is it. She’s gonna do it. 

There’s nowhere to run in this godforsaken town.

He returns to gently clean her up. The cloth is warm and rough against her, like a tongue, and she squirms, overstimulated. He kisses her knee and flops over, tossing the towel to the floor. 

“...Mulder,” she begins after a long moment, her voice tight with anticipation. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.” 

He looks up at her with great interest, and then apprehension, sitting up and furrowing his brow. “... You okay?” She sits up as well, covering herself with the comforter, licking her lips nervously. “Oh, fuck,” he says. “Oh, God, Dana, no -” 

“Mulder, calm down. I’m fine. It’s not the cancer.” He expels a breath, brings his shaking hand over his eyes. “In fact, I’m the healthiest I’ve ever been, really.” Just do it, just ask -

And before she can, he’s up off the bed, pacing dangerously. “Is this about Diana? Because I’ve got to be honest with you, Scully, I’m getting really fucking tired of -”

“ - No!” A jolt of distress, and then a vicious rage courses through her. Fucking Diana. Again. 

“Because, you know, I wasn’t going to bring this up, but the last time I saw her, she mentioned that she left a message for me on Christmas morning.” He’s expecting a confession, an apology, but all she can do is gape at him. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” 

“The last time you saw her? Mulder, that woman is - why are you -”

He slams a palm into the dresser, startling her, shaking the mirror. “What is your problem with her?” They stare at each other for an uncomfortable beat. 

“...Does she know about us?” She hates herself as she says it, hates how pathetic the words sound in her mouth. Mulder looks at her blankly. 

“Us? Scully nobody knows about us. You won’t even admit it to your mother, and she’s seen me with my tongue down your throat. Hell, sometimes it feels like you won’t even admit it to yourself.” 

He stalks away from her and back to the bathroom, splashes his face with water, steps into his boxers. When he returns, he sinks into the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. She has the almost insurmountable urge to crawl over and run her fingers down the muscles of his back, over the dip of his spine. It wasn’t supposed to go like this.  Diana, fucking Wonder Woman, with that Amazonian dignity and that apocryphal softness and the way she scuffed back into Mulder’s life, threatening everything that Scully’s built her world around. She has to know what she’s up against. She has to know. 

“...Why did she leave you?”

“Why does it matter?” He says to the floor. 

“Because she wants you back.” How can he not see it?

“Scully, please, for the love of -” he sighs and turns to look at her over his shoulder, fixing her with his mournful gaze. “Alright. You wanna know why she left me?” He shifts and turns towards her, worrying his bottom lip with his tongue. Scully’s belly roils. “Everything was fine until we got pregnant.” 

Her world reels. She feels faint. Diana carried his child. 

“We, um. We lost... the baby. At 21 weeks.” Oh, Jesus. Five fingers on each hand, a small, purple face. “A boy. Our son. And then she just... shut herself off. Wouldn’t look at me, or talk to me... and I lost myself in my work, in finding Samantha, in finding the truth. And... we became strangers.”

“Oh, Mulder.” She reaches for his hand. Every hateful punch of her heart sends shame and jealousy into her fingertips, and she’s almost worried that he’ll be able to feel it. She wishes she could say she was sorry. She’s disgusted with herself that she’s not. 

“Scully, Diana and I were never like how we are. You and I are rooted in so much more than just... I mean, this is the first time since Christmas we’ve been together, right? We’re more than that. You’re everything to me. You’re my best friend, my partner... even if we spent years apart, you’d never feel like a stranger to me. You don’t need to feel threatened.”

“I’m not threatened by her, Mulder,” she lies. “I just don’t trust her.” 

“Then trust me.” And for the first time ever, she realizes she’s not sure if she does. 

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[bullybyulyi]

prompt: byulyi loves her videogames and when she gets the newest tekken or whatever she PLAYS IT FOR DAYS and yong is so pissed that she insists on playing vs. her to get her to stop and then wrecks her and byul is so ????

Byulyi gets obsessive. Yongsun usually likes that part ofher, if only because she looks really hot when she’s concentrating. Thishowever, is too much.

There’s nothing hot about Byulyi on her third day sitting onthe couch without a shower, hair a bit tussled, glasses sliding off her nose,eyes glued to the TV screen. Actually, it was a little hot, but Yongsun wasstill annoyed. Byulyi didn’t even come to bed until 3am last night because shewas on that new game she got.

Yongsun didn’t know how she could stay entertained when itjust looked like all the other fighting games, but when she asked about it, Byulyijust went into a long lecture about how no, there’s actually a very complicatedstory that I can tell you about, and it starts with this character right here,the one with his face burned off and

She’d checked out then. Byulyi kept going for who knows howlong, but the girl was into the story enough that Yongsun started playing Sudokuon her phone and Byulyi just kept rambling.

But today, enough was enough. Yongsun was having a reallygood hair day, face day, makeup day, everything day, and they were going out whether Mr. Burned-Face succeeded indestroying the world or not. She walked right between Byul and the TV andplanted her feet, trying to look firm.

Byulyi immediately paused the game and looked up at hergirlfriend. Yongsun had done this enough that Byulyi didn’t really get ruffled,she just perpetually had her finger floating over pause whenever Yongsunentered her peripherals.

“What’s up, babe?” 

Oh no, she pulled the ‘babe’ card, butYongsun was going to stand her ground. She was already dressed. She had looked up somewhere to go. She was not going to go down without a fight. Someone wasgoing to win today, and today?

Today, Yongsun was just too cute to lose.

“Byul, you’ve been on this thing for three days.” She poutedfor maximum effect. “I’m feeling a little neglected.”

“Ah! I’m sorry Unnie, do you want to come sit with me?” There it is. Byulyi was trying to get this to go her way by being sweet. Her open arms looked reallyinviting though…No! Yongsun had found the perfect place for them to spend their day and bygod she was going to get there.

“Let’s go out, Byul, it’s really nice today.” She smoothedthe dress she was wearing, a blaring signal to Byulyi that yes, it’s also because I feel pretty today.

“I’m…I’m almost done with this storyline though, really…”Byulyi bit her lip and looked between Yongsun and the pause screen. Mr.Burned-Face had just found his long-thought dead second cousin, the semi-bossto the mini-boss that would unlock the final fight. Probably.

“That means at least four more hours Byul.” She sat next tothe girl, pulling her eye towards her. “I want to go out while the sun’s stillshining.” And I’m still shining, she thought.

“Not four.” Byulyi reached for her controller. “Maybe liketwo and a half since I’ve gotten pretty good.”

“No!” Yongsun grabbed her hands and let her mouth run wild,the usual case when she got frustrated. “If you’re so good, then you don’tneed to be playing anymore! Actually if you’re so good let’s make a bet.” Byulyi stared at her wide-eyed at thesudden challenge. “Let’s do a battle, or whatever that fighting thing is. Youcan do that right? Let’s do that. If I lose I’ll let you finish in peace but ifI win you have to listen to whatever I want and also you won’t be good at thisgame. You’ll be bad.” She paused. “You’ve been bad.” Yongsun pouted.

Byulyi chuckled at Yongsun’s outburst, but she relented. Thesooner she beat Yongsun at the game, the sooner she could go back to finishingthe plot. And then her mind wouldn’t itch from curiosity anymore and she coulddevote all her time to her girlfriend again. But looking at the sad mochi in front of her…

Yongsun really did look so beautiful today.

“Alright Unnie. Here, take this controller.” She said, handing Yongsun the one she had set on table earlier.

“Isn’t this one yours?”

“Don’t worry, I can connect another one.” She opened thecabinet and held up another controller, giving Yongsun a cute smile. She turnedit on and a little notification appeared at the top of the screen saying ‘Player2 connected’. 

“Here lemme set up a game real fast.” She took back the gamepad inYongsun’s hands and went through the menus so fast, Yongsun didn’t even see the screens.

“Don’t I get to pick a character?” She asked as thecontroller was handed back to her.

“What, so you can lose in style?” Byulyi smirked picking upthe second gamepad.

“You’ll eat those words, Moon Byulyi.”

“Sure, sure. You’re the pink strawberry looking thing.”Yongsun looked at her avatar bouncing up and down, looking real angry. The top of the screen had the name RAWBERRY over a green line. Was that her health bar? Well, whatever, she guessed it was kind ofcute.

“So I just use these to move?” She fiddled with the twirlysticks in her hands. Byulyi couldn’t stop grinning at how cute Yongsun looked,trying to figure things out.

She listed out all the button combinations and specialattacks the character had and Yongsun of course listened to all the way andretained all that information.

Oh, the button with an ‘X’ on it, not the one that wasshaped like an ‘X’.

-

10 minutes later Byulyi was getting her ass handed to her.

“Oh my god what am I doing what am I doing—did I just dothat?”

“Yes! You did! STOP IT!!!”

“Oh my gosh Byul why are you just running around andpunching that air?”

“Because you won’t stop combo-ing me! And I’m trying to prepfor an attack that you keep interrupting! How are you doing that?!”

“I’m just smashing buttons. Oh what did I just do?”

Byulyi stared soullessly at the screen. “You’re about totake my last life…” Her Robot Centaur was swaying in front of Rawberry and thebutton combo for a Brutal KO flashed on the screen. Yongsun fumbled around withthe controls.

“Um, wait where is the triangle shaped one…”

Byulyi watched the Brutal KO timer drain down just like herwill was draining out of her. She hit some buttons on her own controller andsuddenly Rawberry’s seeds launched out of its body, turning into hundreds of needlesand effectively turning Robot Centaur into a horsecupine.

“Did I do that? How did I do that?” Solar asked excitedly,despite grimacing at the violent scene.

Byulyi shrugged and sighed, “Um, sometimes it just plays thescene even if you don’t hit all the buttons.” She took off her glasses andrubbed her tired eyes. “Kim Yongsun you are truly incredible. Why don’t you go get the rest of your stuff ready? I’llturn off the TV and take a quick shower. Yong-princess and I can do whatever shewants for the rest of today.”

Yongsun squealed and gave Byulyi a quick peck on her cheek. “Thankyou, Byul-ah.” She gave her another kiss before jumping up to find the rest ofher things.

Byulyi smiled at how her girlfriend skipped around, tooelated to notice the victory screen on the TV. Under Rawberry a banner rolled outwith ‘PLAYER 2’ painted on it.

Byulyi really didwant to finish the plot today, but she probably needed that shower.

And well, Yongsun was just too cute to lose.

[saad-sack]

Be Careful – Ben Hutton

A/N: Hello hockey fans! or anyone reading this imagine!! Sorry this took so long to post, I wanted to post it yesterday but I thought I could do better and tried to rewrite the entire thing. I’m not very confident in this one but I’m not completely disgusted by it so I’m sharing it with you guys! Thank you too whoever sent this in (Hutts is low key the love of my life). I really hope you guys like this one, and I am working on more of the request that were sent in so if yours wasn’t posted yet, it’s being written now. Request, asks, and messages are open… Lemme know what you think!. Until the next time I post ✌️️ 

Anon Request: Can you write an Ben Hutton imagine where you're close friends and you're low key in love with him but you haven't told him yet so when he gets injured in a game you run to the locker room and you two get in an argument about how he should've of been more careful and then you yell and say how you love him. 

 Warnings: Swearing 

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There were a lot of things you never expected to do in life, not in an ‘I’m a failure’ kind of way, more of a ‘That’s not exactly me’ kind of way. You never thought you’d move to Vancouver, or find a hockey-loving best friend who lets you sleep on his couch when you get stood up. But you stepped out of your comfort zone and did. You settled in the beautiful city of Vancouver where you met your best friend of almost 6 years, Ben Hutton.

Growing up, you always had a soft spot for the Canucks and when Ben found out about this he got you tickets to every home game. He also started a new pre-game ritual which included picking you up before games, and karaoke in the car. He claims it’s lucky and who were you to argue with a superstitious hockey player.

Tonight, the Vancouver Canucks were taking on the Boston Bruins, the team you hated the most. And just like before every game, Ben picked you up on his way over to the Roger. You sat in the passenger seat looking out the window at the familiar sights of Vancouver while getting lost in your thoughts.

Recently, the only thing that’s been on your mind was Ben. All of a sudden, every little thing he does makes your heart skip a beat, and you don’t know why. You confided in your friend (Y/F/N), your sister, and a close co-worker who all said the same thing: You were in love with Ben.

You denied that; Ben was your best friend… and it was totally cliche to fall in love with your best friend. But the more you pondered the thought of loving Ben, the more you saw that it might be true. You couldn’t deny the fact that your heart sped up a little when you saw him, or that yur stomach filled with butterflies when he complimented you, or-

“…Earth to (Y/N)! Do you copy?” Ben said as he waved his hand in front of your face, snapping his fingers a few times to get your attention. You quickly turned your head to look over at Ben who was turning to look at you, and not the road.

“Put your other hand on the wheel, and pay attention to the road, you lunatic,” you teased. Ben chuckled and did as you said, putting both hands on the wheel and focusing back on the road.

“You ok?” Benn asked.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” you asked.

“I don’t know, you just weren’t singing with me,” Ben said.

“Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about the things I have to do when I go back to work tomorrow,” you lied.

“Don’t worry about that now, focus on me mucking things up on the ice,” Ben said as he pulled in the parking lot of the Rogers Arena.

“Ben, you are not a player that 'mucks’ things up. You’re the fluffy ball that giggles on the bench,” you said.

“I am not,” Ben pouted like a child.

“Whatever you say, fluffy,” you said. Ben pulled up next to the front doors where he usually drpped you off before games.

“Get out,” he said with a laugh. Damn that boy for having the cutest laugh ever!

“Alright, I’m leaving,” you said. You opened the door to the truck and gathered your things from the floor and cup holders. Ben grabbed onto your arm and stopped you.

“I’ll meet you in the hallway after the game?” Ben asked. His cheeks were growing red as he smiled at you.

“I’ll be there,” you said. Ben let go of you and you slipped your backpack on and slid out of the truck. Before closing the door, you looked up at Ben. “Hey, fluffy. Don’t muck things ok? The Bruins play rough and I don’t need you getting hurt. Do us both a favor, and be careful out there.”

“Will do, (Y/N)!” Ben said, flashing you one of his famous smiles.

“See you later, Hutts.” You closed the truck door and made your way into the arena along with the other Canuck fans.

The Bruins were your least favorite team and for a good reason. You always thought they played dirty and your point was proven during tonight’s game.

The crowd went silent as Hutts remained down on the ice after the whistle was blown. As soon as you saw Zdeno Chara take Hutts into the boards you were on your feet. You knew it was bound to happen, Hutts had been trying to run Chara all night, you just didn’t expect it to end this brutal.

The trainer ran out onto the ice as soon as he was allowed to. One of the Sedin twins was escorting him across the ice so he didn’t slip. Minutes later, the crowd erupted into a loud cheer as Hutts got to his feet. A sigh of relief escaped your lips.

Thankfully Hutts was able to skate off with the help of his teammates. He kept his head down as his teammates skated him to the door, then he staggered back to the locker room with the trainer trailing close behind him. You grabbed your bag from the ground and took off for the locker room with 17 minutes remaining in the second period.

You hurriedly pushed through hoards of people while digging in your bag for the pass Ben had given you at the start of the season. Before the security guard at the doors could stop you and ask for your 'locker room access pass’, you slammed it against his chest and walked past him, pushing the doors open.

From there, you sprinted to the locker room and went inside without stopping to think about anyone else being inside. Luckily, it was only Hutts that was in the room. He was sitting in his stall with his head in his hands. His pads were on the floor in front of him, and the room was silent, but that was about to change.

“What the hell was that?” you asked. Ben jumped slightly and looked up at you, quickly getting to his feet. You stopped a couple of feet away from him, folding your arms over your chest.

“I got hit from behind but it’s no big deal. The doctor took a look at me already and he said I’ll be fine to go back and play the third period,” Ben said.

“That’s great and all, but what were you thinking?!” you raised your voice at Ben. In the 6 years that you and Ben have been friends, you guys have only been in two serious arguments.

“What do you mean? I was just doing what I always do out on the ice,” Ben said. He was the more leveled headed person in the friendship, it took more to get him to raise his voice.

“What you did was dumb and reckless and-”

“Oh, yeah (Y/N). I just decided to throw myself into the boards!” Ben said sarcastically.

“That’s not what I’m fucking saying!”

“Then what are you saying?!” Ben asked.

“Who in their right mind would go after the biggest guy on the ice! That was the stupidest thing you have ever done by far. Chara could have seriously hurt you!” You shouted. Most of your anger had vanished, and now turned to worry.

“I’m just doing my job,” Ben said. “And why do you even care?!”

“Because, Ben! I love you! I’ve loved you for almost four years now!” you blurted out. Ben’s face softened immediately. “I hate seeing you get hurt because there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Why haven’t you said anything before?” Ben asked.

“Falling in love with your best friend is the most cliché thing ever and only ever works out in movies. And I didn’t wanna make things awkward between us, I didn’t wanna throw away the 6 years of friendship we’ve had,” you said. Ben laughed while shaking his head at you.

“(Y/N), we’ve done a lot of weird shit together… Nothing will ever make things between us awkward,” Ben said. He stepped over his equipment and took his hands in yours. “And did you ever think that I just might love you too?”

“No… I was to worried about being shot down and losing you as a best friend,” you said.

Instead of verbally responding, Ben gently placed his lips on yours in a passionate kiss.

“You will never lose me, (Y/N),” Ben mumbled against your lips.

[aghostnotaguardian-archive]

ALLOW ME TO LIST MY FEELS (AGAIN) 2/2: 

If anyone’s been getting a laugh outta watching me trying to beat my feelings for fictional characters into submission and failing, you might want to take a peak at this.  Maybe NOW I can get some sleep. >B{

Still spoiler-heavy!

Alrighty, now that the general stuff is been taken care of, time to move on to my two favorite categories!

Lotor’s Generals (Yes they feckin’ EARNED the right to have their own category)

-In general (hmm I’ve been using that word a lot...): they’re Lotor’s four top generals (obviously) and they’re basically all the fighting power he needs to reconquer the planets recently freed by the Voltron Lions. No. No you did not read that wrong. Just the four of them are enough to crush any sizable rebellion that stands against them.  They’re also ALL women, and they’re ALL at most half-Galra, they’re ALL trusted by Lotor enough to be know about his plans, and they’re all spectacular to watch on the screen (so spectacular that I’m compelled to do at least one sketch of each of them @A@). Now, onto the specifics:

-ACXA (Auxia? Axia?): She’s Lotor’s right-hand general, leader of the four, and also seems to be their science officer (wow, talk about a triple-threat).  Be it in space or on the ground, with her gun or without, she’ll be tough to beat (just ask Keith and Lance), and is capable of combative acrobatics that would put Cirque du Soliel to shame.  She’s very serious and no-nonsense, but there’s still hope for a bit of the Comically Serious trope (but just a bit). Possibly half-Altean due to having pointy ears and the colored pupils that Allura and Coran have.

-EZOR: Can a female villain character be cheerful AND a sheer badass? OK, Ty Lee blew that question out of the water in Avatar, but Ezor is quick to follow. She’s the group’s Spy Extraordinaire and has my favorite character design following Narti.  She also shares the role of the comic foil with Zethrid, and taking on the good guys in battle always puts a smile on her face~ I love all of the generals, but if anything were to happen to Ezor in particular, I would feel the need to wreak unholy vengeance. Just a thought. @w@

-ZETHRID:  The Muscle of the group.  She’s always in the mood for warmongering and carnage, very occasionally to the point of comedy (”BRING THE PAIN!!”) Not that I’m complaining. I know how you feel, Zethrid. I do. Just look at 2016.  She doesn’t let her blood thirst get in the way of the team, so A+ for self-control.  When the group’s not on a mission, Zethrid does what many of us would do if we were there and plays with Narti’s cat.  Definitely the most fun to watch~

-NARTI:  She, by far, has THE Coolest character design of the crew - Lotor included (sorry, babe).  She looks like a cross between Assassin’s Creed and Star Wars, that should give you a pretty good idea.  She’s blind, but she has a seeing-eye gremlin-cat who also helps her out in battle (and does not like being tempted with treats, ZETHRID).  She’s got a tail that if it hits you at the right angle, you will not be walking for MONTHS, and is capable of possessing people with just a touch - which, honestly, if I had that sort of power, I would need to make a quick trip to D.C. ...

And those are the badass generals...

Now, for the category I’ve been the most excited for AND dreading...

L O T O R

OK, lemme just work on the super-basic facts so I can get my defenses up:

-He’s the prince and Emperor Pro Tem of the Galra Empire, the son of Zarkon, he has his own space cruiser that he uses to travel the universe, and - 

Oh God that’s all the basic information I have without going nuts NO WAIT I’M NOT READY -

OK YOU KNOW WHAT?! I NEED TO GET IN TOUCH WITH DREAMWORKS OR NETFLIX BECAUSE I GOT A BONE TO PICK WITH WHOEVER IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS - 

This-th-this this DEVIOUS, THIS CONNIVING - 

T-this so strong THIS BRUTAL. T-THIS CHARMING SNAKE-IN-THE-GRASS -

-Whispers- Beautiful~+*# -SMACK-  THIS EVIL GENIUS, THIS LYING - 

This...this...

If You can hear me, O Merciful Lord on High, I need H E L P.

HOW IS THAT EYE COLOR POSSIBLE IT’S BLUE AND PURPLE?!!!!!!

I - 

I give up. I give up, OK? Pretty Fictional Villain Prince with Gray Morality: 1, Bru-Mun: 0. Zilch. Nada. Farewell, I say to my treacherous heart. That’s All She Wrote. Now STOP IT. 

-FRUSTRATED SCREAMING- 

OK, now onto the...more serious stuff. 

Yes, Lotor is the temporary Emperor while Zarkon is taking a big snooze from the last season’s finale, he’s (sorta?) confirmed to be half-Galra like his generals as well as half-Altean, and...honestly, they’re making it damn hard to hate this guy, aside from the reasons I’m sure most of you have already deducted from this post.

For starters, his introduction to the series is the best I’ve seen YET.  How does he come into the picture, you ask? First of all, he’s fighting a Galra gladiator THREE TIMES HIS SIZE in the area (while wearing a mask), while in the meantime two Galra commanders in the audience are talking about fighting Lotor for the throne (as well as badmouthing both him AND his generals for being half-Galra), unaware of the asskicking the mastermind, Throk, is about to receive. Lotor defeats the gladiator, then removes his helmet revealing who he is.  Lotor then proceeds to point his sword right at where Throk is in the audience, and what are his very first words of the series???  

“You wish to challenge me? Then come down and claim your crown!”

Yep, this badass fucker (no pun intended) just gave the guy who was trying to pull the wool over his eyes an open invitation IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE GALRA EMPIRE to try and take the throne from him through combat.  Throk accepts (with a little incentive from Lotor’s generals - who were hiding in the audience right next to the guy while he was talking about stealing the throne), and Lotor beats him, AND ON TOP OF THAT, he openly points out the weaknesses in Throk fighting style throughout the fight.  

After winning the match, Lotor turns his attention on the audience, which leads to his big speech they showed at SDCC about how the Empire needs to change how they rule the planets they’ve conquered, and how trying to keep the planets fighting for their freedom under their boot is a waste of energy. But how do they keep their planets from leaving, then?

Smooth af. Wait...THAT’S NOT A PUN.

It’s hard to imagine a planetary system would become loyal to the Galra after everything they’ve been through, but keep in mind one of the reasons the commanders were bad-mouthing him was because, and I quote, “He allows the planets he conquers to continue to rule themselves! Can you imagine?” 

Actually, yeah, yeah I can, but you keep doing that thing imperial-based closed-minded thing you guys do. B/ 

So, the scene ends with the audience chanting his name (naturally). Yeah, you can say that he only said that speech to manipulate the Empire (hell, he even says that the masses are easily manipulated to his generals once they’re away from the crowd [smooth-talker], but since this is the Galra Empire we’re talking about, we’re not going to feel that badly for them), but he actually meant AT LEAST SOME of the speech he said??  We see him basically doing that same thing the commanders were bad-mouthing him for in the next episode, with the offer that the leader will never need to rely on Voltron for protection again, as shown here: 

Throwmeoveryourshoulderalready.

Here’s hoping we get to see more of that gray morality in the next season. Moving on. 

Lotor is a master at combat, and it’s hard to say which he’s better at fighting in space or on the ground because he’s that effing good. 

He can wipe the floor with his opponents with a sword - 

Oof.

And with his own fighter, which, by the way, is the coolest that I’ve seen aside from the Lions themselves. 

The wINGS ROTATE. IN SPACE. HE CAN DO THOSE ART-NOVEAU SPINNING TOP FANCY LOOP-D-LOOPS IN SPACE HOW COOL IS THAT?

I wonder how it works - 

Oh. Oh, that’s how. Haha, Iregreteverything.

Okay THAT LOOK ALONE SHOULD BE ILLEGAL. I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH HANDS TO FAN MYSELF OVER THIS F*CKER. 

And part of what makes him a skilled combatant as well as a skilled leader is his intelligence and skills of observation.  Can he see what strengths and weaknesses your particular way of fighting has and know when and where to strike based on that knowledge? YES. Was he able to see the Voltron Lions were disorganized due to having new Paladins AND a new leader and was able to lead them into a trap by luring them to a planet with extremely dense gases and would have captured them all one-by-one starting with the weakest (Allura at the time) had said space princess NOT connected with her lion? YES. Did he play them (by “them” I mean KEITH) like a fiddle in the meantime? YEAH. Was he able to lure them into ANOTHER trap during ANOTHER episode where he was able to make off with the piece of comet that Voltron had acquired? Does space have stars??? 

Yet, I should point out, that for all his strengths and skills, he does know how to accept when things don’t go his way - mostly probably because he knows how to turn any outcome to his advantage whether he loses a fight or chooses to retreat before it has the chance to get any worse. It’s still something I love seeing as opposed to more typical villains.  One example is when Allura beats him on the gas planet by freezing one of his fighter’s wings; all Lotor gives Allura for that is a resigned, “Well-played Paladin,” before he’s forced to retreat, nary a lion in his net.  Another example is after the team is FINALLY able to form Voltron in the same episode; Lotor’s ship is retreating, and his answer to Zethrid saying they should fight Voltron right then and there was that they will fight Voltron on a day they’re best prepared for (or when Voltron is LEAST prepared, or not at all). Acxa asks if the Paladins being able to form Voltron will be a problem, and Lotor’s response? 

“No. An opportunity.” 

Villain, thou art a Schemer AND a Devil. 

khfkrhrjhfsjfhdkp STOP THAT. 

Yes, Lotor is a talented combatant and leader, and he’s sharper than a brand-new set of butcher knives, with all the wickedness that comparison entails. In addition to all that, he’s as calm and collected as calm and collected villains come.  Like I said before, whether his plans don’t go as well as expected or he’s in the heat of battle, it’s hard to get him riled up at all... 

Except for this scene: 

(Crap, hold I forgot the subtitles): “I am the leader!” 

What are your secrets? 

Allow me to explain. 

Haggar tried to have a spy monitor Lotor’s activity, but he quickly caught on, had the spy captured, and personally threw the spy’s severed mechanical arm at Haggar’s feet.  He warns Haggar to back off, to which Haggar responds that the Empire needs Lotor’s leadership, even though many ideas are floating through his head “just like [his] father.”  That leads to the above scenes with Lotor making it VERY clear to Haggar that he hasn’t forgotten his role, is about to leave, and then makes it a point to actually STOP and tell Haggar of the last line.  That’s when he does leave with such a look on his face that had me thinking he was trying to forget Haggar had compared him to Zarkon.  

This was the ONLY scene throughout the entire season that we see such a strong emotional reaction from Lotor.  Haggar had more or less jabbed her finger into a raw nerve, and now it’s got me asking questions about Lotor’s history with his family that I’m not entirely sure if I want the answer to and then I’m horrifically reminded that these are the same people who came up with ZUKO FOR CRYING OUT LOUD and DAMMIT NETFLIX THIS NEEDS TO BE ANSWERED IN SEASON 4 - FOR SCIENTIFIC REASONS. 

OK, so those were my...observations on Prince Lotor. Let’s see, any final thoughts from me about him? 

-He has an impossible dual eye color. 

-His voice is smoother than a silk-and-satin sheet. 

-I didn’t fall for him, the jerk tripped me. 

I hate you. Marryme. 

[blackbatpurplecat]

My Thoughts on “Wonder Woman” (no, not that one)

As you know, I saw Wonder Woman on Friday. So yesterday, I thought I should sit down and watch the animated movie Wonder Woman from 2009. ‘I’m sure it’s cool. Most of the animated DC movies of the last decades were cool. So lemme check it out!’

...

...

...

What the hell was that?!

What the flying fuck, how did they manage to make a Wonder Woman movie that sexist?!

Okay, so on the surface, the animated and the live-action version sound similar: We have an Amazon war at the beginning, then we spend time on Themyscira and watch Diana train, Steve crashes his plane being chased by enemies, the women use the lasso of truth to interrogate him, Diana joins him on his way back to the outside world, she needs to get “normal” clothes, is excited to see children, plans to defeat the God of War, Ares, and sees that not all humans are bad because that’s what Steve taught her.

And that’s where the similarities end.

So after the war at the beginning of the movie, Hera turns Ares into a mortal by putting cuffs on him which only a God could destroy. The Amazons imprison him but he makes his guard fall in love with him because women are so easily conquered by sweet words, right? No matter how awful and murderous she knows the man is. He and the guard escape and head towards the outside world so Diana wins a tournament to accompany Steve back to New York. They find out that Ares is planning to open a gate to Hades and they try to stop him. Diana gets knocked unconscious and instead of stopping Ares from entering Hades and unleashing chaos and hate, Steve saves Diana and gets pissy when she punches him for that.

So Hades breaks the cuffs and Ares begins to wreak havoc. Diana can’t take him alone but luckily, the Amazons arrive! Ares raises an army of zombie Amazons to fight their sisters. Eventually, Ares gets struck by a lightning and Diana beheads him. The battle is won, Ares now serves Hades, the Amazons return to Themyscira, and Diana and Steve start a life together with her being both Diana and also Wonder Woman.

A summary of the movie doesn’t sound so bad but more details and especially the dialogues make this an awful mess of a film!

I think they tried to give us a feminist and progressive movie but holy shit did they FAIL at that! The Amazons are brave and strong and extremely capable warrioresses but they lack compassion or love for the arts. One Amazon is being mocked for reading a lot. Why?! You are Amazons, you’re not mindless slaughter machines!

Also the movie’s message towards the end was all women want to have kids and a family, and for that, they need to give up their careers. You can’t be both a mother AND a warrior, oh no, you need to give up one option. Ugh. Seriously?! You’re telling me an Amazon frees a murderous, treacherous God and betrays her sisters and practically dooms the entire planet for the chance to have babies?! Hippolyta had a baby and didn’t need to a man for that so what the hell?! Or just, I dunno, tell someone that you want to have babies and a family so you can talk about it and find a less deadly solution.

And the main shitty thing about this film is Steve Trevor!

Steve Trevor is a disgusting chauvinistic pig who keeps talking about Diana’s 'rack’ and in one scene even tries to get her drunk and then moves in to kiss her. Luckily, Diana apparently can’t get drunk and punches him in the face. Oh God, I can’t stand that douche. When they try to make him sympathetic by saying hE’s OnLy A wOmAnIzEr BeCaUsE hE dOeSn’T wAnT tO gEt HuRt, I shook my head. Nope, this is not how it works, my sympathy isn’t that cheaply earned. He also can take Diana in a fight because YEAH SURE THAT IS TOTALLY POSSIBLE! It’s not like Diana is part of a tribe of ancient, god-like warriors who surpass Man in almost every way. She needs to kick him in the balls to take him down. I facepalmed so hard.

There’s also absolutely no romance between Diana and Steve, yet at the end, they kiss and get together. Of course. I mean he did say he cared about her which I didn’t buy since they never talked and he kept trying to get into her pants. But Diana is a female character so she needs a love interest. A woman is nothing without a man after all. Ugh!

I appreciate that we got scenes of Diana teaching a little girl how to fight and beat some mean boys, that she demanded an apology from a mugger, and kept calling out our world’s sexism. BUT Steve liked to interrupt her or respond to her observations with sarcasm, making her criticism appear as if she was overreacting. In one scene, he tells her to ‘get over it’ when she repeatedly expresses distaste for his foul language. He also had a wonderful mansplaining monologue when his ego couldn’t take being called out for being an ass anymore and instead of thinking about his awful behavior and how he represents men, he called the Amazons pretentious cowards and basically yelled ‘NOT ALL MEN.’ Classic. And it ends with Diana apologizing to him. Are you kidding me?!

There are some good points about this movie though: the voice-acting was solid, the animation was nice, we got some good, pretty brutal and bloody fight scenes (warriors are getting slaughtered on-screen, people lose their heads, it’s AWESOME), the interactions between the Amazons are quite nice, and Wonder Woman (for the most part) as well as Hippolyta are portrayed as progressive. Btw Hippolyta is the best character in the movie! She is proof that a woman can do whatever she wants. She can have sex, she can be a mother, she can be a warrioress, she can be a leader, fierce and compassionate and wise. Loved her! (but why the hell did they write in a child ares had forced upon her?! that didn’t serve any purpose! oh right, a movie about women needs at least one rape-related plot point. sorry, DC, I forgot how you roll.)

Diana was as I said for the most part well-written. Not as naive as the one in the live-action movie but wiser, more steadfast and fierce. But she falls victim to bad writing when it comes to Steve.

Seriously, if I had grown up on an isolated island and THAT Steve was the first man I met, I’d be like ‘do your worst, Ares, destroy all of humanity. they’re scum!”

In conclusion, I wouldn’t necessarily recommend this movie. Maybe watch it to compare how far we’ve come since then or if you want to see more of the badass Amazons. But prepare yourselves for cringy scenes and sexist bullshit.