#strongly encourage all to send in a message even if it's short

[venus-is-thinking]

Thank You DRDT Dev!!!

I've only been a part of the fandom for like a month now (kinda crazy based on how much time and thought I've already spent obsessing over it), but I absolutely love DRDT. There are so many compelling characters, exciting mysteries and moving storylines.

I love DRDT, but something that I want to be clear about is that I also really love all the time, effort and love you clearly put into the series. I'm sure making a full-length, animated, fully sprite-ed and everything fangan takes a lot of dedication and you've done such an excellent job with it. I hope that it continues to be fun and rewarding for you, and I want to express my support for you continuing with it however works best for you.

I do also want to let you know that, in my perception, all of your audience interaction has been very kind and fun. I know my sister and I were laughing for like, a full day about how funny it was that you responded with the link to a google search of "pants pocket" when someone asked where David put his hairclips. This isn't to try to convince you to return to Q&As if you don't want to, but rather to express that there isn't anything wrong with the way you communicate and that you're someone who brings a lot of enjoyment and light to all of our lives, no matter what.

So, once again, thank you, DRDT creator! I sincerely appreciate everything you've done for us, and no matter what the future of the series is, it's something that I'll always treasure.

[sandutita]

i need more people to talk about topfreedom. because the situation that we're at right now is really bad. it's REALLY REALLY BAD. there is a very strong inequality between men and women in this issue that it's genuinely revolting to me how it's so normalised and everyone seems to completely accept it. this society prides itself in being progressive and inclusive and respectful of women, yet no one fucking talks about this very prevalent part of misogyny.

it devastates me. i hate living in this inequal world which has so thoroughly sexualised and demonised human breasts. it fucks me up really really badly. and the fact that i'm transmasculine doesn't help at all. sometimes i feel better about it; i think to myself that maybe this society will be better someday. but other times i feel worse; i wonder if i we'll ever have topfreedom. if we'll even have it during my lifetime. is this really what my whole life is going to be like? being bound by misogynists, forced to cover myself forever, obliged to hide myself whilst people with masculine chests get to roam free?

i try to take my own steps as best i can. i make art and normalise exposed nipples within it. i try to send a message that female-presenting nipples are just the same as male-presenting ones, they shouldn't be separated, they should be seen and treated as the exactly same thing. i encourage everyone else to do the same. whether you make art or not. just because the big things matter more, doesn't mean the little things don't also count. it would mean a lot to me and many others.

it just depresses me really badly how these are the social media platforms we are doomed to use for our daily interactions. instagram. youtube. tiktok. facebook. they all ban female nipples. why do they do that? short answer: rampant misogyny. long answer: this post of mine.

this isn't fucking okay. this isn't treating humans equally. it isn't respecting of human rights. it's vile and sexist. it's misogyny justified by law. it's the deeply ingrained power of the cis man trying to have as much power over women and their bodies as possible which still strongly affects our society today. it has to be tackled.

something needs to fucking change. radical action has to take place. something CONCRETE has to happen.

i'm so tired of waiting.

[echoes-lighthouse]

Proship vs. Anti (A Personal Manifesto)

I define the difference between ‘proship’ and ‘anti’ as basically being whether you can judge a person’s future actions by their taste in fiction, and I strongly believe that’s not true. 

Antis believe that consuming problematic media makes you more likely to do problematic things in the future (ie. incest fics will lead to irl incest, etc), whereas proshippers believe that most people can separate fiction/fantasy and reality, and understand that enjoying dark fiction doesn’t mean those things are ok in real life. 

I believe that kinks and fiction are all a matter of playacting, and are not an indicator of deeper desire. Participating in BDSM doesn’t make someone abusive if all parties are consenting. Selfshipping with an underage character doesn’t make someone attracted to real minors. 

So here’s the short version of my views on fictional limits! 

I support people shipping themselves with villains, including “irredeemable” ones

I support people shipping themselves with characters out of their age range, although I’m personally more comfortable with aging up or down the character or self-insert if there’s a minor/adult gap

I genuinely don’t care what fanfiction people write, but I am usually uncomfortable with bloggers who identify themselves as particularly attached to problematic tropes (ie. specifically seeking out incest ships over other ships)

I do support open conversation about problematic elements in media, but I don’t typically support the outright banning of fandoms (I’m more conflicted about problematic actors, artists, or youtubers with large followings, but it’s complicated)

I think it’s quite cute when people selfship with celebrities in their own head/notebooks (I know a lot of people have married celebrities in their daydreams), but I have more complicated feelings about posting publicly about selfships with real people, and I haven’t settled on one side or the other

I have strict limits on content that involves real people (videos of assault, explicit content of minors, and posts that encourage harm or provide ‘how to’ guides for sexual assault) and I WILL report any of that, because it is different from fictional content and causes active harm

I am deeply unsettled by positivity posts for problematic fancontent that actively paints it as ‘cute’ or ‘desirable’ but I also understand it comes from a place of reacting to fandom negativity? I’m conflicted on this. 

If you have questions about any of these, feel free to send an ask or a message: I’m very open to discussions in good faith and will do my best to explain myself! 

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Why Am I Proship?

I grew up selfshipping with a lot of villains, and in those daydreams, our age gaps were often a large feature of my writing and fantasies. I was selfshipping with villains by age six, including creating self-insert fanfiction, but when I was eleven I gravitated towards Nolan’s Joker and really settled in. At the time, I didn’t know about online fandoms: I was an isolated autistic nerd who very much identified as a freak for my interests and the intensity of my obsessions.

I discovered fanfiction two years later, and was overjoyed.

I felt like I wasn’t so weird, and I wasn’t alone, and that there was a space for freaks like me.

In high school, my friends and I had friendly competitions to find the weirdest fics online: cannibalism and unusual kinks and intentionally shocking fics like ‘the [insert noun] fic’ were some of our standard fare, as we competed in teenaged fashion to weird each other out. When we didn’t have weird fics for niche fandoms, we would challenge each other to write them.

Shipping and fandom has never been about my real-life desires, to me: it’s escapism at its finest, into a multiverse of headcanons and fanfictions where nothing affects even the fictional characters for long, with everything shifting from one fanfiction to another. Major character deaths make me cry, and then they come back to life again: relationships build to marriage and then start again from scratch. A ship can be domestic perfection in one story, and a horrific game of manipulation in the next one.

There’s a multitude of reasons why someone might enjoy fanfiction that is triggering to someone else. In my own life, I take comfort in some very strange tropes, including kidnapping (how nice to not have to make any decisions anymore) to omegaverse (what a lovely world where biology makes other people so sensitive to my needs), which I’m aware are NOT real-life desires for myself.

It is genuinely appalling to me that people judge each other so harshly based on their taste in fanfiction and fandom content. I remember being in shipping wars as a teenager: yes, the Wincest shippers were freaks, but they were damn better than the squares who weren’t in fandom at all, and would make fun of all of us for reading fanfiction. And when my friends shipped Wincest, I teased them for being weird and then let them tease me about Hannigram a few years later.

Although I don’t identify 100% with the label proship (I am very concerned about the way that fiction reflects and reinforces our society’s shortcomings, especially with the way it reveals current misogyny, racism, ableism, and tendencies towards oversexualizing teenagers, among other things), I tend to be much more forgiving in fandom, which is mostly created by single people and their fantasies, rather than books and shows that are produced by companies, funded by companies, and designed for mass consumption.

[remisummerglow]

Down and Out and Shrunk - Prologue

Jake came home with a sour mood. That time of the month had come again, and it had come faster than he wanted. How did the last few weeks go through so fast? He opened the front door, carefully listening to any sounds that indicated his roommate might be home.

“Seems like the TV is off,” he thought. If he could avoid meeting her for the day, that would be for the best.

He quietly walked through the corridor, trying to get to his room. But that’s when he heard the sound of a lock being opened.

“Hey Jake – you’re back!” she greeted him as she stood on the doorstep. Jake took a brief look at the girl – she was dressed casually, a t-shirt and some gym shorts, her hair done in a ponytail.

“Hey Amy,” he said, hesitantly. “What’s up?”

She shrugged. “Not much. Been studying.” She let go of a yawn as she looked back at him. “And how is your job search going?”

“Oh, that…” he stuttered. He had been in dire straits for the last couple months since he lost his job due to a company restructuring. “I’ve been sending some applications, I’m sure they will reply any day now.”

“But you still haven’t gotten any reply?”, she asked.

He looked down in embarrassment. He wasn’t sure what to say. He wanted to lie, but he couldn’t find the words. “Not even an interview?”, she insisted.

He sighed. “I’m sure it’s just a matter of days.”

She nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I’m sure of that,” she said, trying to send a reassuring message. “You got this Dave. That said… rent is due tomorrow. So I came to collect your half.”

He didn’t reply and just kept looking down. She looked at him with concern. “You still have the money for your rent… right?”

“Right, Jake?”

*

The morning after Jake was sitting in Amy’s car, looking out of the window as if it was going to be his last day on Earth.

“I can’t believe you signed me up for this,” he mumbled, holding a flier in his hand. SizeLab experimental research, it read. “Is this even legit?”

“No, you signed up for that,” she stated, as she stopped at red lights. “Out of your own free will. I just... strongly encouraged you.”

“Yeah, sure.”, he said. “But, shrinking? You’ve got to admit, this is crazy.”

“What is crazy, is the money you’ll be getting for basically no work at all,” she pointed out.

“And you’ll be taking half of that,” he retorted, startled as Amy raced the car once the traffic lights turned green.

“It’s only fair since I’ll be the one taking care of you. Making your food, driving you to the lab, making sure you’re healthy, and that you don’t get stepped on.”

He didn’t say anything back. She had made a good point after all. But he couldn’t help but shudder at her last words. Getting stepped on by his giant roommate? He glanced at her pedicured toes coming out of her high heeled white shoes. Why did she even bother wearing heels to a place like that? Stupid question. That was Amy, after all.

“Look, I think it’ll be a good deal for both of us,” she explained. “See it as some kind of vacation. You’ll just be sitting around all day, watching TV. You get to have a paid vacation, and I... get to have a new pet.”

“A pet?” he asked, feigning outrage. “That’s not funny, Amy.”

She giggled. “Oh, but it is! And my pet gets to have his rent money, and his master gets money for her shopping.”

“Sounds very convenient... for you.”

“I’d say it’s just perfect,” she quipped, prideful, as she steered the wheel to the left.

He let out a big sigh. “At least,” he concluded, “we get to stay roommates.”

She nodded. “Exactly. I sure as hell don’t want to go back to roommate hunting… not in this city.”

He had to admit, all things considered, she was right.

They had arrived at the lab’s parking lot. As Amy searched for a suitable parking spot, Jake took a look at the area. The building seemed fairly modern and slick. It certainly didn’t look like the sort of place to host the crazy experiments of misguided geniuses. And yet...

“Well, at least the courtyard is nice,” he said.

*

“Welcome,” said a woman in her thirties, wearing glasses and a lab coat over a grey turtleneck. “I’m Dr. Diana Hills, and I’ll be overseeing you along the whole procedure.”

Jake nodded. Dr. Hills detected some of his nervousness and tried to reassure him. “Don’t worry-” she said. “The process is safe and painless. In a couple hours you’ll be going back home to your girlfriend.”

“She’s not...”

“Anyway,” said the doctor. You’ll be wearing these clothes during your procedure. They’re made of a special fabric that will shrink along with you. Now you can get changed in that room and… don’t worry, we’ll give you a couple extra to last you the weekend.”

The two women were left alone as Jake changed.

“Jake’s lucky to be taken care of by such a gorgeous young lady,” said Dr. Hills, beaming at Amy.

“Oh, he sure is,” grinned Amy. “By the way, doctor, do you have any tips on how to… handle him while he’s small?”

“We’ll be giving you a pamphlet before you go, but I’m sure you’ll learn quickly,” said the doctor. “And if I can speak from my experience, me and my husband have found quite a few ways to make this really enjoyable.”

“Your husband got small too?” asked Amy.

“Why yes he did. At first he volunteered for the experiment,” explained the older woman. “But sometimes, we like to have an encore to… you know, spice things up between us.”

At that point Jake got out of the changing room with his new clothes on. “Aren’t they too tight?” he complained. “Oh, they fit you just right,” said the doctor. “Now if you could follow me…”

*

Amy sat nervously in the waiting room. Sure, signing Jake up for the experiment was her idea, but now she was starting to have second thoughts. What if it was actually dangerous? And what about that weird doctor?

She tried to browse some social media apps to distract herself, until someone else came in from the front door.

The blonde woman, maybe a few years older than she was, smiled at her and sat right in the seat in front of Amy.

“Hi,” she greeted her.

“Hi,” said Amy, relieved that someone was initiating conversation. “First time?” the woman asked. “Actually yes.”

“For us it’s the third,” she explained, making her point by winking. “Don’t worry about a thing,” she added as she lowered her voice. “These doctors know their stuff. It’s really safe.”

Amy nodded. “Yeah I know, I’m just not sure what to expect.”

“Oh, I’m Linda by the way.”

“I’m Amy,” she responded.

“Actually, it’s not only safe, it’s also been enjoyable for me and my boyfriend,” said Linda. “With the right mindset, it will be for you and your guy as well.”

“How do you know I’m with a guy?”

“Just guessed,” said Linda. “I just think it’s more appropriate for the man to be the one to be small. At first Mark wanted me to be the one to do the shrinking,” said the woman. “But I told him, no way, buddy, you’d leave the house in ruins by the time I’m big again.”

“Is he really that clueless?” asked an amused Amy.

“Worse,” said Linda. “I always need to clean up after him. That’s another benefit of him being small - less cleaning up to do!”

Amy chuckled. “Oh, and is he with you now?” she asked.

“Of course!” said Linda. “Fancy seeing his little ass? Come on out, sweetie,” Linda said as she looked down towards her chest. “This young lady wants to meet you.”

Amy looked with curiosity until she saw the most peculiar sight. A minuscule one-inch tall bug-like man crawling out of the gigantic woman’s summer dress’s cleavage. As he made his way up the flesh of the much larger woman, he could really be mistaken for some sort of insect, except his form was unmistakably human.

“That’s where you keep him?” asked Amy, both endeared and surprised.

“He loves it,” explained Linda. It was fascinating how his size compared to the globe of flesh he was standing on. It looked like he was standing on a huge water mattress. Linda extended her finger inviting her bug-like boyfriend to climb on her fingernail. “You know how men are… getting nested between a pair of giant boobs must be like a dream come true to him!”

“I couldn’t even notice he was hidden in there,” Amy pointed out.

Linda laughed. “Bet you couldn’t. Oh, you could totally do the same with your guy if you wanted,” she added as she took one good look at Amy’s own cleavage. “Mark here is at stage two already, but gals like us are big enough to handle a stage one guy as well,” she boasted.

Amy felt the need to explain the situation. “Um, we’re not really… a couple though. We’re just friends.”

“I see. That’s a bit of a shame, though. You will be missing out on some amazing action.”

“Really?” asked Amy. “Actually the doctor kinda said the same stuff…”

“I know, I know. She was the one to give us the idea in the first place,” she laughed. “And I’m glad she did, though I guess we would’ve probably figured it out on our own.”

The lab door finally opened. “Speak of the devil!” Linda said in a hushed voice.

“Oh, Linda, hi! You’re next,” said the doctor as she stood in front of the door. “As for you, Amy…” she said and paused for a second. “We have finished the resizing process. Jake is in good health and he is waiting for you to take him home. Want me to show him to you?”

“Sure,” said Amy, getting up from her seat and saying goodbye to Linda.

Jake was sitting on one of the lab desks where Dr. Hills had placed him after he was done shrinking. The woman had furnished the desk with a couple pillows in there where the test subjects could hang out comfortably. He still had a hard time making sense of the huge world around him. The monolithic objects surrounding him barely felt real.

When the distant lab door reopened, the doctor’s footsteps were joined by the familiar clack of Amy’s heels.

His heart fluttered as he saw his gigantic roommate getting closer and closer, following in the doctor’s footsteps until the older woman stopped in front of a desk. The beautiful girl didn’t even notice him at first, she just looked around the lab until her gaze finally shifted to the desk.

Amy’s eyes widened, her lips parting and showing a glimpse of her teeth.

“Jake?”

[kirigirisurecordings]

Kirigirisu is 10!

Firstly, sorry there is no Japanese on this. We’re in the middle of a very busy period at the moment and this is a bit too long to carefully translate. Hopefully an auto translation will do the job if you need it.

I was a little shocked to realise recently that Kirigirisu has been around for 10 years. I don’t have an exact date for when we decided to start the label but the first order we received was on May 19th 2014. It’s been up and down since then and it’s definitely become more difficult to sell physical items. But at the same time, I think that now a lot more people know about the label and we’re almost approaching some kind of happy balance.

Postal prices are getting worse and worse and the cost of the materials we use to make the releases are going up. But I’ve always wanted our releases to be affordable so I’m doing my best to keep the prices as they have always been. Sadly for some people this means that they are going to pay more for postage than they pay for the actual item. Of course there’s nothing we can do about this, so hopefully the eternally low prices of our stuff will make up for it in some way. And my tip is to buy in batches. Then you can save some money.

To celebrate the 10th anniversary of the label we have a few things arranged. Sadly the concert at the Budokan for which we were going to fly over all the artists who have ever released on the label has turned out to be not very cost-effective. Instead we have a compilation to offer you. I asked everyone who we’ve released if they would like to provide something for a digital compilation with all the profits going to charity. I was really delighted how many people said yes. Some of the names might seem unfamiliar as they are the new projects of people whose music we have released under a different name. I’m going to leave that as a puzzle for you to solve for yourself if you want to. The compilation is going to be massive and will be on Bandcamp as a pay what you want release, but I would strongly encourage you to donate something as the money will go to Doctors Without Borders. With this in mind, if you could buy on a Bandcamp Friday or do so directly by sending us an email, (we’ll send you a download code), we can make sure that as much of your money as possible goes to the good cause. Thank you so much to the artists who have provided their music. Currently, the compilation is slightly delayed as we are moving flat in the next few weeks. Not great timing for the Kirigirisu anniversary, but a good thing for us. I will publicise in all the usual places when it is up and available and will send a very short mailout too.

Along with the compilation, there is something else exciting happening now, around the proper anniversary. In order to use up some of the remaining parts we had from previous releases, we’ve made some ‘rogue’ versions of previously sold out releases. To distinguish them from the previous limited edition ones, they will all come in different colours, not only different from the original, but also from each other. So some of them look a little wild. Sometimes there is a little defect with the artwork, but only the smallest of things. You probably won’t even notice. In order to avoid masses of Bandcamp batch making, we are offering them outside of the site, but you will get a Bandcamp download code with the release. To order, please send a message via email to kirigirisurecordings@gmail.com or via Twitter to https://twitter.com/kirigirireco or Facebook https://www.facebook.com/kirigirisurecordings or somewhere stating what you’d like and in which colour. I’ll allocate them on a first come first served basis and will confirm everything before you pay. There are photos of the items on our Instagram but here’s a list of what we have:

https://www.instagram.com/kirigirisurecordings/

kgr003 Broken Shoulder - 300 Bicycle Seats in light blue, black and grey

https://kirigirisurecordings.bandcamp.com/album/300-bicycle-seats

kgr004 Core of the Coalman - Ampibious Radost in bright blue and light green
https://kirigirisurecordings.bandcamp.com/album/amphibious-radost

kgr006 Köhn - The Long and Unwinding Road in black, grey, pale yellow and light green

https://kirigirisurecordings.bandcamp.com/album/the-long-unwinding-road

kgr008 Nathan Derr - Abscessant in black, grey and bright blue

https://kirigirisurecordings.bandcamp.com/album/abscessant

kgr010 Antti Tolvi - Leijunta in black, light blue and light green

https://kirigirisurecordings.bandcamp.com/album/leijunta

kgr011 Köhn - Arbres in light green, pale yellow and black

https://kirigirisurecordings.bandcamp.com/album/arbres

kgr012 Broken Shoulder - Hashiridase in black, grey, light blue and light green

https://kirigirisurecordings.bandcamp.com/album/hashiridase

kgr015 Baccam / Chayer & Broken Shoulder - split in black, orange, light blue, light green, yellow and pale yellow

https://kirigirisurecordings.bandcamp.com/album/les-angoisses-nocturnes-hiruma-no-tachikurami

kgr021 Sindre Bjerga - Jan Ken Pon in grey and light blue

https://kirigirisurecordings.bandcamp.com/album/jan-ken-pon

kgr022 Singapore Police Background - Antiworlds in yellow, pale yellow, black, light green and bright blue

https://kirigirisurecordings.bandcamp.com/album/antiworlds

kgr023 Rovelllasca - Empty Vitrines in bright blue, light blue, light green, pale yellow and grey

https://kirigirisurecordings.bandcamp.com/album/empty-vitrines

kgr024 Daniel J Gregory & Carnivorous Plants - Dusty Starlight in yellow, pale yellow, black, light green and bright blue

https://kirigirisurecordings.bandcamp.com/album/dusty-starlight

kgr038 Tim Olive - Tuxford Fumble in pale yellow, light blue, light green and bright blue

https://kirigirisurecordings.bandcamp.com/album/tuxford-fumble

All photos here
https://www.instagram.com/kirigirisurecordings/

There are a few more that we could make, but I’m waiting for the approval from the artists. Will let you know if they say yes. All of these orders will be shipped after we’ve moved so around the start of June. And I’m sorry in advance if any of my responses are a bit delayed. The next few weeks are going to be very busy!


In addition to this, we had a lot of stickers and inserts left over from the Lorenzo Gomez Oviedo - Bardo Todol cassette which sold out a while ago. To use these up we’ve made some CD copies of the release. As you can see, they look a little bit different from our previous CDs and feature the tape’s sticker on the front and the original cassette’s insert inside a folded paper sleeve in our usual style. If these sell we can hopefully send some money to the artists. The initial run ended up selling out without covering the costs somehow. Guess I’m not the sharp businessman I thought. They are available on the Bandcamp now, but if you want to combine buying one of them with some of the rogues, let me know and we can do it together in one go to save on postage.

https://kirigirisurecordings.bandcamp.com/album/tu-cara-estirada-por-el-extasis

Oh, and we have found two more copies of the Sonotanotanpenz CD. These are definitely the last ones… I think. You can get them here:

https://kirigirisurecordings.bandcamp.com/album/3

So that’s it really. Thank you to anyone who has read this far. Thank you to all the artists who’ve released great stuff on the label over the last ten years. And thank you to all of you who have purchased or enjoyed any of our releases. We are always grateful! Here’s to another 10… maybe.

Neil



Kirigirisu Recordings

[buckybarnesdiaries]

my sergeant

© credits to the author, i found it on pinterest. if you are the author, please send me a message to add your @.

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Bucky breaks into your house to make you keep remember one thing.

word count: 1.352 words.

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! clothes on, unprotected sex, hair pulling, language, cursing, sergeant!kink, praise!kink, mention of bodily fluids, a little possessive!bucky, and i don't know what else.

author notes: i'm not sorry for this scene turning me on af every time i watch it. reposted because it didn't show in the tags. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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Your eyes snapped open, sitting up on your bed barely breathing. You were agitated after having another nightmare you couldn't remember once you were awake. At least this time, you weren't covered in sweat, but your whole body was on fire. Tossing the sheets away, you got up bare feet to head to the kitchen and drink a very much needed glass of freshwater. You drank it in one gulp, gasping while leaving it inside the sink. With both hands on the edge of the counter, you inclined your head back, putting your eyes on the ceiling. Those bad dreams would be the death for you one day, you knew it.

As you felt more calmed and recomforted, you turned around with the intention of going to your bed again. But that was left in the background at the moment you glimpsed Bucky sitting at the dinner table. He didn't scare you, not at all. You were starting to get used to find him there, waiting for you, in the middle of the gloom. He looked exhausted too. Deadly tired. He was reclined against the chair, legs slightly spread and his arm made of vibranium over the table. The soldier didn't utter a word, following your steps walking closer to him with his shiny blue eyes. He didn't even move a muscle when you sat on his lap and placed both hands on the sides of his neck.

Leaning ahead, you pecked his rough and dry lips slowly, taking your time with no rush. Bucky just closed his eyes, slipping his hands down to your hips, nailing his fingers there. He couldn't help but growl quietly the second your mouth trailed a path of short, ephemeral kisses to his jawline till reaching his throat, forcing him to toss his head back. Unconsciously, he urged you to swing your body on top of his. You dragged your incisors on his Adam's apple, causing him to swallow a soft gasp, feeling his digits grabbing your hips strongly —probably, that gesture would leave some marks on your skin.

“I've missed you”. You purred coming back your attention to his lips, as the bulge under the rigid fabric of his pants became bigger and harder because of your dance. You were aware that he looked for you whenever he wanted to put his feet on the ground, feel loved, desired. “My Sergeant…”

Bucky didn't open his eyes, sliding his cold palm to your lower waist and landing the warm one on the back of your head to tangle it in your hair. You groaned against his lips before they were hungrily devoured. The heat in your core grew by leaps and bounds when he repositioned you on his legs and his solid erection was placed under your weakest spot. You couldn't hold back a delicate, sweet moan. One of these that used to drive him insane. With his left hand, Bucky continued encouraging you to rock your hips against his crotch, rubbing it concretely among your folds covered by the soaked fabric of your panties.

You hated sometimes the control he had over you, over your body, over your mind. He could put you to beg with just one look. And he knew it. You were his, that was the absolute truth. And he wanted something else from you, as soon as you increased the pace. Bucky didn't care about your t-shirt, using both of his hands to rip it off from your body. Ruining it like he was going to ruin you. His hand of vibranium went straight to your breasts, giving you goosebumps because of the contrast of his cold fingers pinching them as he caught one of your nipples between his warm lips. You whined his name, securing your hands on his shoulders, out of the world while the sensitivity of your wet and needed cunt became more sensible to the firm rubbing against your panties.

“You want to cum, don't you, babydoll?” He hummed squeezing the nipple covered in his saliva using his thumb and his forefinger, bringing his lips closer to yours.

“Yes… Yes, Sergeant”. You pouted at him, nodding with your chin and looking at him through your eyelids.

“I knew you needed me… I knew my sweet girl needed her Sergeant to make her feel good, am I wrong?” Bucky's hoarse tone was pushing you to the seventh heaven, feeling the tickles borning within your lower belly, swinging your body faster over his rock-hard dick.

“No… No, you're… you're not”. You babbled this time, seeing him curling up the corner of his lips in that charming and breathtaking smirk of him. “I ne— need you inside me… I need you to… fuck me like you me— mean it, my Sergeant, please, I beg you”.

“I will, babydoll, I will… 'Cause you're a good, good girl”. Bucky affirmed unhurriedly, peppering your swollen lips, remembering how good they looked around his cock —sucking his soul out of his body— the last time he appeared in your house. “Open your mouth”.

You obeyed instantly, swallowing a loud whining, letting him tuck his cold thumb between your lips. You licked it using your tongue, giving him a whole show and noticing how a storm of darkness covered his pale blue orbs. When he decided it was well covered in your saliva, Bucky directed it to your panties, not pulling them aside. And he drew circles on your throbbing clit, pressing his fingertip enough to stroke it.

“Oh, f— fuck, Sergeant”. You sobbed arching your back, very close to being thrown above the edge of your limits.

“C'mon, babydoll… cum for me… Show me what only I can make you feel”. He whispered into your ear. A raspy voice that gave you shivers down your backbone. “You're so damn soaked I can feel it under my clothes… Good lord… what a dirty girl you are…”

“Only fo— for you”.

Your response came an instant before the fireworks exploded inside your belly, not being able to stop when the orgasm hit your soul crying his name, dancing your cunt onto his hard cock needed of him. Your thighs strained, your legs were shaking, hanging above the floor and you were panting nonsense words about your Sergeant.

Bucky stormed his tongue into your mouth, invading it with no mercy to dominate yours. Placing his hands back to your hips, he forced you to keep moving, stealing the less air inside your lungs. He was about to cum too, but it'd be a waste if he did it in his boxers; stopping you at the precise moment to push you back enough to undo his belt and zip. Bucky didn't let you time to react. As his cock covered in his own arousal broke free and he removed your ruined panties to the side, he lifted you sufficiently to impale your pussy down.

“Fuck!” You both hissed at the same time, closing strongly your eyelids.

Bucky made you bounce onto his rigid erection, once and once, keen to fill you up with his heated seed. You were a bundle of moans, sobs, and pleas, feeling his most sensible skin stretching your soaked walls and twitching between them. He didn't give you prior notice. Bucky just cum inside your cunt, pushing you down harder till his dick was balls-deep beyond your limits. He growled against your throat, pulling back your hair and your head, to nail his teeth in your sweaty skin.

“Oh, god, my Sergeant…” You gasped with a wrecked tone of voice, finding balance by gripping his jacket in two fists.

“You look like Heaven, babydoll… But you feel like Hell”. Bucky rumbled, making your whole anatomy shake again. “What a shame 'm gonna destroy you tonight…”

And by destroying you he meant you wouldn't be able to walk the next morning, not even to talk because what he has planned for you was to fuck every sweet, warm hole of you —your mouth, your ass, your pussy. Or rather, his mouth, his ass, his pussy. Bucky would make you keep remembering who you belonged to.

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[notnctu]

haechan: the cocky | vol 2

━ welcome home to the housemating smut series :)

☆ click the link above to read background info about this housemate!

☆ GENRE: smut, pwp ☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au ☆ WARNINGS: explicit language, dirty talking, nicknames, dom!hyuck, penetration, oral (giving & receiving), slight degradation?, mentions of exhibitionist kink? ☆ WC: 3.6k  ☆ SYNOPSIS: after receiving haechan’s text messages, you hurry up to his room and the sexual tension is thicker than you can ever imagine. 

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: read vol 1 here if u havent already :) theres no plot yall its just smut,, this one a filthy one ha ha skjdhfgieas

When you enter Haechan’s room, his back faces you as he sits comfortably in his expensive gaming chair, clicking furiously at his mouse and practically abusing the poor device. “Why are you so worked up?” Your voice causes him to perk up, removing an ear from his headset. 

“Mark fucking sucks at this game.” Haechan rolls his eyes as he speaks directly into his mic and Mark’s tiny muffled voice shouts back at him. 

Leaning into Haechan’s face, his eyes leave his monitor momentarily to intently watch your actions. Your fingers grab hold of the built in mic and speaking lowly, you greet the other boy through the receiver. “Hi Mark.”

Haechan raises an eyebrow at your seductive tone and the happy smirk on your face when you hear Mark stammer back a faint, “h-hello, y/n.” 

“Mark, I gotta go.” Before even letting Mark protest and throw a fit, he’s hanging up the call and forfeiting his winning streak to finally finish what you two had started. You’re laying on Haechan’s bed with eyes that eat him right up, a look of lust and desire. 

His gaze bounces between the open door and the way your thin shirt does absolutely nothing to hide how erect your nipples have become. His signature face of disbelief: tongue in cheek and rolling his eyes, paired with a small scoff. 

“What? Are you cold or something?” He snickers, getting up to close the door.

“No... I’m just..” Propping up on your elbows, you glance briefly down at your shirt and then, away at the ground shamelessly. 

“Aroused? Turned on?” Haechan taunts as he leans down to hover above you, his fingers toying with the ends of the thin fabric. As much as you’re trying to avoid eye contact, he doesn’t allow for you to shy away for long.

“Maybe.” You gulp the pooling spit in the back of your throat, the tension rising in the room. “I came upstairs like you told me too.” Pouting, he finally has you fixated on him with a thumb on your chin. 

Making eye contact with him is not only incredibly intimate, but there is something mesmerizing and comforting in the way Haechan looks at you. “Right, my good girl did what she was told. How much longer can she keep that up?” His whisper is hot against your skin, but he doesn’t lean in any more. 

“Don’t test me, Hyuck.” You snap back gently, crossing your arms across your chest and almost immediately, Haechan pushes you lightly onto the bed. You yelp at the boldness, knowing that your bratty side might have edged him on.

“Hyuck....? Baby, we haven’t even started yet.” He smirks, and you wish for nothing more than to wipe it off his face. He has the absolute confidence to play with you all night if he wanted to. Cocky motherfucker. 

“Do something, please.” The whine in your voice catches his attention, only fueling his ego more than it has already inflated. 

“What does my pretty baby want me to do?” Haechan has the full audacity to sit back in his chair, legs spread wide and arms resting behind his head. He’s left you on the bed practically untouched, yet the moment you sit up, a small pool of wetness rushes in your panties.

He’s done nothing, but your body reacts to him too strongly for you to admit. “I want you to give me a kiss.” You mumble.

However, Haechan leaves no room for a pause. “Speak up.” His voice is low and dark as he watches you squirm in your shorts, your legs rubbing together for some friction. He just loves how needy he can get you to be.

“Give me a kiss.” A little louder this time, all the while being mindful at how thin the walls are. Haechan patiently waits for you to finish your beg, “please.”

He pats his lap for you to come sit, then opens his arms to invite you into his embrace. Your legs fall on either side of his thighs and his hands rests on your waist. Haechan peers up at the pout that hasn’t left your face and gently smiles. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

There’s a sense of rivalry when he uses that nickname, holding less of a soft implication than when he calls you baby. “You’re taking forever.” You groan, rocking against him with a frustrated whine.

However, he holds you steady by your hips and chuckles mockingly, “it wouldn’t be fun if I just gave it to you. I’m giving you more of an experience to remember the next time you want to rub one out.”

“Trust me, I’ll be fast forwarding these parts in my brain.” Rolling your eyes, your hands find themselves lightly on his chest. He feels rather solid through his black shirt, “you’ve been bulking up?”

“Yeah. Can you tell? Johnny has been waking my ass up early in the morning to go to the gym with him because Jaehyun has class.” Haechan presses you up against his torso and you’re impressed at how sturdy he feels.

“So that’s why we have two jugs of protein powder taking up counter space. Doyoung and I were concerned at how much the other two were consuming, but I guess the portion includes you now.” Your hands wrap around his neck to pull him unbelievably closer, the tips of your noses touching now.

Haechan stares at you with hooded eyes and breath mixing with your own. “What does it taste like?” Your question seems to hold a sexual innuendo, or it could be the tension in the air as you both try your hardest from devouring each other’s lips right then and there.

“Mmh, tastes like shit. Rather taste something else instead.” Haechan licks his lips and tilts his head only slightly. His mind is clouded with lustful, heavy thoughts of feeling your plushy lips against his own. And the possible taste of your tongue lapping with his brings him much excitement as well. 

“Should I try some?” The power has slightly shifted into your hands as Haechan seems to be in a trance from your proximity and sensual drop in tone. But you’re both wrapped up in each other’s scent of shampoo and it’s enough to drive you both hungry for one another. 

“Want your lips around something else.” His thumb pulls your bottom lip down just gently before slipping it into your open mouth. Your tongue circles his finger, slowly sucking to mimic the feeling of his cock. It sends tingles down to your lower abdomen and a small moan erupts from the back of Haechan’s throat. 

Something pokes at your inner thigh and without needing to look down, you already know how turned on Haechan has gotten. He won’t be able to wait it out anymore. “So pretty.” Haechan coos as he drops his finger from your lips. “Do you still want your kiss, baby?” 

“Of course.” You lean in thinking that Haechan is going to finally give you a good smooch on the lips, but he picks you up and tosses you onto the bed. He’s discarding your shorts and underwear, peeling it off your legs and tossing it somewhere in a corner. 

He spreads your legs wide open, “holy fuck, you’re dripping.” And you’re so close to telling him to stop exaggerating until he gathers slick from your hole and it unleashes a small waterfall cascading onto the bed sheets. “Since when were you this easily aroused?” 

Before you can retaliate, Haechan softly kisses your clit and slowly licks a long strip up your cunt. You arch into him, his lips pressing against you just a bit harder than the first time. Eyes are locked in on yours as he flicks delicate licks at your bundle of nerves. “Good girls get the best kinds of kisses.” 

He will never be able to get enough of your taste or your legs squirming at the jolts of pleasure that run down them. The fact that stands is that Haechan inexplicably loves pleasuring women and performing cunnilingus, that’s undeniable. But there’s something very special about the way your body reacts to his smallest gestures and sensual words, so responsive and almost like, your body knows how much it wants him. 

And if you two hadn’t been so cordial and polite about living with each other in the beginning and considerate of your other housemates, he would’ve fucked you a long time ago. It always felt as if Haechan was walking on thorns around you, making sure he didn’t cross the lines of making you feel uncomfortable. 

Nonetheless, your pajama shorts do a terrible job at covering you up or the small moments when your shirt would ride up your stomach, he always found his stares to linger. And not to mention, all the moments he has walked by to catch a glimpse of you masturbating. Truthfully, he’d been masturbating to the thought of you too and only to find out that you shared the same interest in him. 

You suppress your moans with your hand, afraid to risk the chance of getting caught by your other housemates. Nevertheless, your muffled moans encourage him to lick harder, building a quick rhythm. “Hyuck, please fuck me.” 

It’s agonizing the more he edges you closer to your release. Haechan is addicted to lapping your endless flow of juices that he almost chooses to ignore your breathless plea. He lets go and the knot of pleasure in your stomach dissipates for the time being, your chest rising and falling rapidly to catch your breath.

“I thought you lost your ability to speak for a second.” Haechan doesn’t mean it as a joking statement, it’s meant to instill slight humiliation in you and with a bit of a teasing tone in his darkness.

You don’t take his words to heart, “I can speak and I know what I want.” Your voice is brighter than before, until Haechan’s grin turns mischievous and he’s plotting his next few words carefully. 

“Use your smart words and tell me what you want then.” Taking off his clothes, his shaft slaps against his stomach with an angry red tip leaking precum.

The sight of his dick has you clenching around nothing and it’s obvious where your focus has shifted to. You mindlessly take off your shirt, “for a computer science major, you sure like words a lot.” 

“For someone who’s ruining my sheets, you sure like to verbally under compensate how much you want me.” Haechan rubs his tip at your entrance to gather lubrication, a small whine escapes his lips as he’s trying his best to hold back from ramming into your wet cunt.

“Hyuck, please. I want you to fuck me speechless.” A sparkle catches in his eye as he’s gleaming at how the dirty words spill from your pretty mouth. Pulling you up, he holds your head steady and lightly taps your lips with his tip.

“Speechless? I guess you won’t be able to whine with my dick in your mouth.” And slowly, you invite his hot shaft into your warmth and the saltiness hits your palette. A long string of profanities fill the air when you lick the underside of his tip and hollow your cheeks to suck more of him.

“Do you think you can take the whole thing?” He moans and it shocks you how raspy his voice suddenly got. His hand is rests on the back of your head lightly, patting and smoothing your hair lovingly. If it isn’t for that lost lustful look in his eyes that represent an innocent curiosity, you wouldn’t have awarded his request. 

Opening your throat, he slowly guides you further down his length. Haechan’s reactions are ungodly satisfying as he throws his head back toward the ceiling and instantly tightens his grip in your hair. 

“Fuck, fuck. Okay, I’m done messing around.” He manages to chuckle playfully, pulling you off his dick as a string of saliva draws from the disconnect. Pulling you by your hair, he tilts your head upward at him and he leans down to kiss you: open mouth, tongues lapping, spit mixing.

The kiss ignites a flame in your chest being that it’s probably one of the hottest kisses you’ve ever experienced. Haechan’s dominance is caring, yet strong enough to remind you just how rough he has the ability to be. 

“Lay on your side.” You do as you’re told as Haechan unravels a condom to slip on. A feeling of excitement bubbles up in your core, you’re finally getting fucked. It’s not the first time you and Haechan have done penetration, but it’s definitely not enough times to satisfy your lust for him.

With your body facing the door, Haechan lays down behind you, a hand on your hip to press your ass against his shaft. “How cute. We’re spooning.” He taunts menacingly and reaching around to rub your swollen clit. 

You yelp and Haechan covers your mouth instantly. You’re a moaning mess in his hands as his fingers work magic stimulation down below. Every squirm has you bumping your ass up into his hard on. 

Just as his tip enters your wet hole, a knock on the door has you both halting your movements. Your heart is racing at the interruption and it’s not going to look too good with Haechan’s dick barely up your cunt and hand hovering over your clit. There will be no lie that can get you two out of this naked situation.

“Haechan, can I borrow your speaker?” It’s the voice of Jaemin. Of all the times that he actually comes home, you’re midway having sex with Haechan. 

It doesn’t seem to bother Haechan though, maybe a bit agitated that someone interrupted the tension, but overall he doesn’t seem phased. Then, you remember all the times you’ve knocked on the other boys’ doors during their hookups and it’s gotten to the point that no one really cares. “For what!?” 

“To use in the shower.” A jiggle on the doorknob panics you, but Haechan is lifting your leg in the air and enters you fully without a warning. You bite back a moan as Haechan buries his face into your neck. The initial stretch from his girth stings with pleasure and you relax into him when you adjust to his size. “Why is your door locked?” 

“Fuck, is this making you more wet?” Haechan whispers lowly into your ear and a smile grows against your skin.

“Shut up.” You mumble, clenching around him every time Jaemin tries to open the door. He starts moving his hips into you, long thrust that jolt your body every time he enters. 

Haechan laughs, “it’s in the bathroom already, leave me alone! I’m with someone.” He’s looking down at your eyes rolling to the back of your head and the tight grip you have on the sheets. You feel all of him, his cock fills you up to the brim, grazing upon your sweet spot. 

Jaemin scoffs on the other side, “okay. Use protection, kids.” And his shadow disappears from under the door. Haechan removes his hand and his hot moans fill your ears.

“No wonder why you leave the door fucking open. You want us to see you, don’t you?” His hips ram harder into your pussy, rougher and faster than before. The soreness begins to occupy your lower regions from how much Haechan stretches you. His dirty words aid you closer to your release. “Imagine if I didn’t lock the door and Jaemin saw me balls deep in you. You’d like that, huh? What a slut.” 

Your legs feel like jelly as a familiar exhilaration surges through your limbs. “Speechless now, aren’t you?” Haechan smirks and drops your leg. Hands hold you by your waist as he bottoms out, his balls slapping your thigh slightly. Once he’s nestled in deep, he starts rubbing circles on your clit once again and you’re squeezing around him so well that he doesn’t need to move. 

The added sensation brings you to your edge, along with the feeling of fullness. Without a fail, he always makes sure he takes care of you first. “I’m gon-- cum.” Words are jumbled in your scattered, empty brain. The release is on the tip of your tongue, the tips of your toes, Haechan’s rhythm on your bud doesn’t falter.

“Cum on my dick, baby. I want to feel you lose control.” His final encouragement leads you to your demise as your pussy clenches around him sporadically and your legs shaking from the pleasure. But it doesn’t stop, Haechan starts fucking you through your orgasm, so fast that it almost has you crying out of the intensity. His nails dig into your skin. 

“Oh-- shit! Hyuck, I--” Haechan slams your hips down to match his and you’re holding onto the sheets for your life. The toe curling pleasure overwhelms you and you can’t tell, but you’re cumming again. It just never seems to stop.

With a last grunt and full thrust, you feel his dick pumping inside your walls. He kisses your shoulder tenderly and smooths over the moon crescents he left, “shit. I’m sorry for calling you out like that.”

“It’s fine. It was hot.” He pulls out and an emptiness disappoints you. Turning around to face him, you latch on and give him the biggest hug. “But I really just am forgetful! I don’t leave it open on purpose....”

“Baby, you say that, but do you also forget that you live with five other horny men?” He kisses your temples and sits you both up.

“That’s why I do it when you guys aren’t home.” Getting up, you start putting on Haechan’s shirt and slipping on your panties. “Do you think Jaem is done showering?”

“Probably, that guy uses 2 in 1 shampoo and body wash so he just lathers and rinses.” Haechan ties the condom and tosses it into the trash can. He slips on a pair of fresh briefs and starts removing his soiled bed sheets. “Come back and help me make my bed when you’re done.” 

Nodding, you slyly walk out of Haechan’s room. You turn the knob as quietly as you can and shut the door softly. When you spin around, Jaemin walks down the hall with a towel around his naked shoulders and his black hair wet from his shower. His toned body is glistening with droplets as his sweatpants hang low on his hips and the waistband of his underwear peek out. 

You’re so distracted by his appearance that you don’t realize he’s caught you leaving Haechan’s room. “Is that Haechan’s shirt?” He quizzes you, a smirk twitching his lips automatically at your doe eyed expression. “And are you not wearing pants, y/n?” 

“I see you’re done with your shower.” You say quickly and you dash away to the bathroom. The moment you shut the door, you’re surprised by a random girl on the toilet.

“Sorry!” You both yell, covering your eyes at the sudden intrusion on both ends. 

“I didn’t realize there wasn’t a lock on the door.” She says and you turn to face the door to give her some privacy.

“Yeah, it’s been broken for awhile now. We usually just put a sticky note on the door to show that it’s preoccupied.” You don’t even question who she is, denoting that it’s either Jaehyun or Johnny’s lady friend. “I’ll just wait outside.” 

“Wait, do you live with Johnny?” She asks and truthfully, you’re not ready to go back outside in any chance that you’ll bump into Jaemin again. The bathroom is where you intended to hide until enough time is passed, while also doing your business. 

“Yeah. We’re housemates.” 

“Ah, that’s comforting to know that there’s another girl here. I thought it was just a house of guys, so I was a bit worried coming over.” Her voice sounds reassured and you’re exhaling out all the anxious air you had pent up since seeing Jaemin.

“That’s good. Men, am I right?” You try laughing to lighten the mood and surprisingly through the steamy suffocation, she giggles back. 

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve never seen so many bottles of AXE body spray in one bathroom.” Living in a house full of men, you realize you slightly miss the bathroom talks with your girl friends. 

“Look in the tub, there are four bottles of men body wash, yet they always use mine! It’s a hoax.” You announce excitedly, despite still facing the door.

“I have the same one! I fucking knew Johnny smelled like white strawberries and mint, but I couldn’t tell if the scent was from me or him.” 

Maybe sometimes, it isn’t so bad living with a group of attractive men. You get to laugh with their hookups in the bathroom! And before you know it, Johnny is knocking on the bathroom door to the fit of giggles and questioning why there are two voices. 

“I thought you had left without saying goodbye.” He says.

“Damn, the sex was that bad.” You joke and Johnny fakes a laugh through the door.

“Let me know if Haechan is any better, y/n.” You gasp at his statement, but don’t respond. The flushing of the toilet and the sink running being the only noises in the room. You’re stunned. Knowing Jaemin’s big mouth, he can’t keep a secret to save his life.

“It’s nice meeting you, y/n.” Johnny’s hookup gives you a warming hug before leaving and when she opens the door to join him, you give Johnny the middle finger as your form of response. 

“Nice meeting you too!” You yell back to her and shut the door to finally do your business. 

Great, now everyone knows you fucked your housemate. 

[kakashi-tsukuyomi]

400 Follower Event

This is the first time I will be doing this! As a way of saying thank you to everyone who has followed this blog and supported my fics, I am throwing an event to celebrate reaching 400 followers! Thank you again to everyone.

Couple Profile With Your Favorite Character

Send me a Naruto character you ship yourself with, and I will make you a couple profile! 

This was inspired by the tag game going around Tumblr, and I thought it would be fun to turn it into an event.

What do you need to send me?

Any character from the Naruto series you ship yourself with.

A short profile or description about yourself. (i.e. MBTI type, 3-5 main traits you have, your hobbies and interests, or if you strongly identify with your zodiac sign, that’s ok too)

After that, I will make a couple profile of you and your chosen character!

A few rules:

This event is purely for fun, so please don’t take the results too seriously! If you don’t like your results, you may message me privately about it, but please don’t be rude or disrespectful or you will be automatically blocked or reported. :)

I respect diversity in all forms of art, and I believe that everyone has the right to be represented in the media. Although, I feel that I am not in the position to write about something I lack in experience or research, and I don't want to misrepresent nor offend anyone. Having said that, for now, I can only write about hetero relationships and pairings. Please bear with me, and I hope for everyone’s kindness and understanding on the matter. :)

I will do a maximum of 2 couple profiles per character only. First come, first serve. 

I’ll be releasing 2-3 profiles weekly. As your girl is busy and drowning in work, I will open 10 slots only for this event. 

Lastly, have fun!

Example under the cut

Hi! I ship myself with Kakashi. I’m INFJ-T. I’m thoughtful, sweet, have a good sense of humor, affectionate and a bit of a worrywart. I’m into art and music and I like being creative. I enjoy going to concerts, reading books and I love dogs, as well.

Couple Profile

Kakashi is an INTP, and in the world of MBTI, the INTP/INFJ pairing is considered as the “Golden Pair”! These two types are considered as a highly compatible pair, and I think you two would go along really well, both in friendship and in a romantic relationship. You both share some traits in common, as well as differ in some, but Kakashi seems to be a very understanding and mature person, so I think he would be willing to understand you as a person and accept you for who you are -- differences, flaws and everything.

Strengths: As mentioned, you both have a lot in common, which makes it a lot easier for you two to get along with each other. You both enjoy solitude, and most likely can find comfort in moments of silence with each other. You are both intuitive, and as it seems you are a thoughtful and sweet person yourself, I can see you both taking care of each other. His ways in showing how he cares may just be more different than yours. You’re affectionate, and you might like to show your love for him through more obvious ways while he might express his in more simple, subtle ways. Kakashi also seems to be a very rational and logical person and gives off a calming presence, which can prove to be a comfort to your worrying nature. He is very understanding and patient, and can help you calm down and reassure you whenever you feel overwhelmed by your worries.

Weaknesses: He is more of the Thinking type, so his approach to things might be more rational and objective compared to you, who might be more leaning towards your emotions. That can be a cause of arguments, but also I see it as something that is good. You both can balance and provide what each other lacks, therefore helping each other see and understand things more clearly, helping each other grow. Also, as an INFJ, his tardiness and laxity about it might bother you, but considering also the real reason behind it (and where he has been spending his time), you may want to be more patient and understanding with him. 

Dates: I think Kakashi is a pretty chill guy, and he wouldn’t mind just hanging out in the park or in coffee/tea shops, reading books with you! And walking-the-dogs dates?? That would be really cute. Seeing as you love art, I think he might also appreciate it and go with you on museums/gallery dates. Painting and craft-making dates might not be his thing, but I’m sure he wouldn’t say no to you if you invite him to join you some time. He would be the supportive and encouraging boyfriend, although as mentioned, in a sort of low-key way. He might also accompany you to concerts if he also likes the band/s or musician/s playing, or if he thinks you need some protection from perverted concert-goers lol, but if it’s too crowded or loud, I’m not so sure. Definitely not a mosh pit person also. But if it’s an intimate concert with your favorite band, probably also in an unplugged concert setting, I think he would definitely accompany you.

Love Advice: Kakashi has been through some rough times in his life, and it might not be surprising of him to pull away from you from time to time, so he will need a lot of patience and understanding from his significant other. When he does, give him the space and time that he needs, but also be there for him. He might not admit it, but he needs you. The man loves you; it’s just that he can be confused and doubtful of himself and if he ever truly deserves you. So, you would need to reassure him of your love when that happens. Also, at first he may be aloof and slow to opening to you and to your affections, but I can see that in time, he will and might even be the one to initiate physical intimacy. ;)

So, that’s it! If you have any questions, feel free to message me. My ask box is open, and I’ve opened it to anons, as well. Remember -- have fun! And be nice. ;)

Photo used can be found here.

[pollenat]

TXT and 5 ways to say I love you

YEONJUN

A stray glance you catch by an accident. Smile that instantly blooms on his face, strong enough to have you turning away, because of how shameless it feels to be its subject. The instant need to look again. Struggling for just a few seconds. In the end, your eyes are returning to catch his again. The smile that has slightly fallen in the meantime returns to its full glory. Now with an undertone of humor your shyness has caused.

Watching the cloudy outdoors. People are running in different directions, eager to escape the nasty weather. As some pull coats tighter to hide from the cold, you chew on a hot noodle, secure in the warm insides of a restaurant. You’re so taken by the spectacle, you don’t notice an approaching face. Yeonjun kisses the corner of your lips. He’s all proud smirks, because he caught you off guard. Though you’re embarrassed, you don’t push him away.

The need to be closer. Breathe in his smell. Find the imperfections that perfect him. Feel the texture of his stiff eyelashes. Shiver at the feeling of his warm breath. Gaze at the nail he accidentally cut too short. Skim both the softness and the roughness of his skin. Hear emotion in the tone of his voice. Look at him and feel alive. That’s why missing him when he’s gone is so difficult. You can’t keep your mind clear for long enough. All you can do is need, need and need.

Standing on your own, only to be approached before you can get lonely. A warm embrace is the first to welcome you, though you haven’t registered its bearer yet. Sure, it’s obvious - there’s no one else who’d do so other than Yeonjun, but his appearance needs to be acknowledged by your mind before you can relax in his hold. Warmth rests against the side of your head. Though your surroundings are loud, his breath breaks through. There’s something therapeutic to its presence, but you don’t voice the thought aloud. Instead, you lean towards the source of affection.

The waterfall of messages, marked by constant ringing. Your phone is turned downwards. It vibrates violently against the wooden surface of a night table. Tired, shaken and, in a way, empty inside, you finally reach for it. Your eyes do their best not to read the words. It’s the settings you’re looking for. Profile? Silent. Though the notifications don’t stop coming, you welcome the lack of irritating sound effects with relief. Just as you’re about to put the phone away, a stray word catches your attention. Please.

SOOBIN

The laughable lack of space in the photobooth. Soobin’s crescent-like eyes are watching your wide smile of embarrassment as you struggle to fit legs inside. His hand is keeping you from falling out of the booth. The two of you lean as close to one another as possible, so your faces are caught by the built-in camera. The seconds of panic in-between blinding flashes are made of ideas, but no confidence on how to pose next. What could have been is realized while waiting for the pictures to develop. When it’s done, your heads knock from laughing at the chaotic final product.

Lying on the floor during a particularly hot Summer day. The wooden panels are cold - a stark contrast to the suffocating warmth of air. You can’t move, nor do you want to. Soobin’s face is turned towards yours. He tries a smile, but you can tell he’s about to fall asleep. A bead of sweat is rolling down his forehead. You catch it, but do not take your hand away from Soobin’s skin. Like a kitten, he cuddles to the opened palm. Fingers close on your forearm to keep it in place.

The simplicity of him saying just a few words. They’re nothing big, the most used words among humans, one would think. And yet, coming from Soobin’s lips and meant for you - they gain an impossible strength. One that seems enough to lift your spirits at the end of an exhausting day. One that has you proud even of the smallest of achievements. One that makes the difference. Though Soobin doesn’t seem aware of the effect he has on your mood, he doesn’t need encouragement to continue spoiling you with simple, but magical words.

A fogged window. Though you can easily make out the familiar silhouette, you stay back, waiting for him to make the first move. Soobin’s hand raises to draw a shape in the colorless space. He’s slow and meticulous, careful as to not make any mistake in his adaptation of a heart. When the starting point meets with the ending one, he clears the space inside. A dark eye - now the only sharp shape - winks at you through, sending a wave of warm feelings along.

He should be mad. You’re mad, so why can’t he be as well? Instead of cursing, screaming, talking, he just sits with head hung. Quiet, sad rather than angry. You cannot find a voice to attack him for that. No arguments are given back. Soobin is silent. You want to leave and you announce so, but he catches your forearm to pull you back. Though you’re tense, his arms embrace you. As if a simple hug could fix everything wrong with the situation. As if you weren’t boiling inside. As if his silence wasn’t more hurtful than the possible words.

BEOMGYU

The bubbles of excitement, and how they keep you feeling light. Catching your own smile in a mirror. Lacking certainty when picking your clothes. Smelling yourself just to make sure. Looking at your phone in case he left a message. Checking your teeth before leaving. Smiling at your own need for speed, because you may see Beomgyu a little bit quicker. Looking at the passersby in hope of meeting his humored gaze. Hearing a snicker before turning to see him. Finally.

Grinning like an idiot, at least so you tell yourself. Through the timelessness of Beomgyu’s teasing, he has never once said so about your smiles. But you do feel like it’s the best way to describe it - idiotic. Because how come you’re reacting so strongly to something as natural as Beomgyu’s side profile? Just a look at him and you’re all smiles. How come just a brief meeting of your hands has your skin sweating, and you’re stuck between the embarrassment of sudden intimacy as well as the need to close the useless distance.

The darkness. You can barely make out his features, though he’s centimetres away. A ray of light places a face-long scar on his right cheek. Beomgyu pulls the zipper down to erase it. Now it’s completely black. The edges of his face are just memories your brain puts in front of you. He giggles, breath blowing at your lips. A small piece of nowhere you can forget yourself in. Beomgyu’s fingers return to your awaiting hand, though it’s happening outside the bubble of hoods zipped together. Inside, your mouth meets another in a toast to the small kingdom of obliviousness.

Pulling duvet over your head at night. Biting on your knuckles. Curling toes. You try everything to stop yourself from making noise, although the need for laughter has your throat itching. With wide eyes staring at the light screen of your phone, you type down a quick response. Thumb hesitates before pressing the send button. You reread the answer, anxious to make it as funny as possible. As soon as the cloud of text changes colors, a small icon of Beomgyu’s head appears next to it

Biting your lips to keep them from opening. You don’t want them to tremble, or release hurtful words. The stiff silence is a stark contrast to Beomgyu's loud words of pure annoyance. At that moment you feel like crawling beneath the ground to lie there for eternity. He wouldn’t notice. You’re facing his back as he continues counting down all the little sins that have brought you to the point of (what seems like) no return - the hell on Earth, where Beomgyu’s face is no longer illuminated by his branded mischevious smile.

TAEHYUN

The whoosh of wind as you swing forward. Its cold kisses being placed on the shells of your ears. Fingers sliding down the chains, the metallic smell mixing with your palms’ sweat. Another hand closing on yours to stop the swing. Cringing at the weak jerk the sudden ending causes. Taehyun’s small smile, such a natural sight for your eyes. A duet of ice cones locked in the hold of his other hand. The feeling of freezing cold on your chin when he swipes the ice against it. His laughter that follows.

The words of affection you didn’t know you needed. They’re said in the company of a sincere gaze and although it’s overpowering, you hold it. Arms circle around you, gentle and slow. It’s as if you were a young deer that could escape him any moment. But you’re not. Though tortured, with sadness hidden in the depths of your chest, you want the comfort to overtake you. You want him to be the reason everything is worth it, because what is life without reason?

Surprising him and the excitement that overtakes you, seconds before he jumps in place, then screams. Taehyun looks annoyed. No wonder, you expect as much. His cheeks are squished. Endearment you’re feeling for the boy has you drowning in warmth. Though Taehyun is gently pushing you away, both of you know he doesn’t mean it in the slightest. Childish giggling accompanies your playfight, because that’s how you feel around him - free and fresh, like a child.

Hiding behind hands when you’re laughing. Though the humor has overtaken you, the insecurity hasn’t. Fingers dig into the skin of your cheeks as the spasms of laughter raise in strength. Taehyun’s shaking in his spot as well, but he takes a moment to reach forward. The fingers are pulled away and to your sides, now interlaced with his. Even if you want to turn away, you have nowhere to escape. Not as long as he has the hold on your hands, therefore, a hold on you.

His chin held up high, eyes cold, lips twisted. Though just a second ago you missed him to pieces, now that he’s close, you wish to be as far away from him as possible. You’re not used to that cold version of Taehyun, even if you’re aware of its existence. The lack of clear answers he has to your questions is unnerving. You know he’s waiting for an apology, but you don’t want to give him one. The argument was mutual, and you’re just as hurt by its aftermath. It will take you a while to heal the wounds caused by stabbing words.

HUENING KAI

A chaotic collection of scenes being played on the TV. You cannot figure out the plot, but you do not care much for it. The author won’t know of your small offence anyways. What you’re paying attention to, is the sound of calm breathing. It comes from a face leaning against the top of your head. You can feel the softness of a cheek splayed against your own skin. The shoulder you’re using as a pillow raises along with Kai’s deep breaths. His left hand lies on your thigh, motionless. Fingers twitch every time the volume raises.

Running down a road in the evening. Kai’s hand is secured in your grip, the sound of his irregular breathing mixes with yours. The streetlights cast shadows you pass on the way. Thunder resonates in the background. Small droplets of rain start their descent from the sky. Quite a few land on your head. Before you can make it to the bus stop, the rain turns heavy. Kai pulls you underneath the stop’s roof. You’re standing chest to chest, completely soaked, watching the wall of rain you’re no longer the victim of.

The weight of a heavy arm on your shoulders. It’s warmth spreads through the back of your neck, keeping you safe from the oh so dangerous room temperature. With head empty, you stare at nothing in particular. The conversation Kai is having with his friend doesn’t reach your ears though you’re practically glued to the boy’s side. Somehow having him close makes you forget all about the rest, whatever it may be. Plush on your forehead. You realize it’s a kiss from Kai. Though he doesn’t look at you, s smile blossoms on your features.

Holding onto the corner of his jacket. Kai doesn’t comment your bad mood, but you see the acknowledgement written on his face. There’s a small sympathetic smile that turns teasing every now and then. Kai doesn’t grab your hands, instead waits for you to make the first move. The fact has your eyes saddened. It’s unfair how well he can sync with your emotions. Like he’s a guardian angel of sorts. Kai sends you another smile over his shoulder, but moved, you do not return it.

The infuriating lack of response. You talk, voice raised, knuckles white, and he’s turned away from you, lips closed, back tense. Though you grab his hand, he instantly pulls it free. When you try to stand in front of him, he just turns away. No eye contact, no direct words. He’s infuriating, raising the temperature of your boiling blood. You’ve had enough of yourself and you want him to talk back, but he won’t. No matter how much steam raises from your head, he won’t answer.

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[tanadrin]

Hello, different anon, I just read about your post about revenge, I would like to say I strongly believe that all superheroes must and should kill there enemies, I just read the joker war and the joker did so much damage to batman, he (joker) found out all of the batman family Including Robin (damain Wayne, Bruce's biological son!) He was so close to finding out who batman is AND (joker) stole Bruce Wayne's billions of dollars and only leaving him millions! Long story short batman beats joker BUT SOMEHOW joker got away as always! And his new henchgirl punchline was being taken to court but here's where it's messed up, people, ordinary humans cheering for her and shouting "no crime no peace!" And also she has a podcast and it gain a following, people are killing people, it's like her podcast is someone brainwashing them to do her biding! And also, I'm sick of batman putting his villains in that nuthouse arkham, every time he puts joker or any villains they break out, imagine if he puts ra's al ghoul in arkham, his minions will break him out in less then a micro second! Supervillains are out of control and I say it's high time that all superheroes must kill there enemies, I believe in revenge/vengeance and I also believe forgiveness is the stupidest thing ever, Because if you (a hero) forgives a villain, and that villain will either stab you in the back or do evil The next day, I will send this message to all the comic book companies to encourage them to start killing there villains

In reality, killing for revenge is morally bankrupt, marks you out as a bloodthirsty person with a broken moral compass, and means that you fail one of the most basic tests necessary to prevent civilization from being consumed by chaos. Batman's refusal to kill is perhaps one of his few redeeming features--besides recurring villains being necessary for the superhero comic book narrative format, which requires a big dose of suspension of disbelief to be enjoyed--if someone went around fighting crime like Batman does, and killed his targets instead, he would be considered a monster, and rightly so. This is the whole point of the character Rorschach in Watchmen: the idea that certain acts mark some people out as no longer members of the human race, qualifying for the status of moral patient as a result, is a tool of murderous reactionaries, not of civil society.

What I was complaining about was authors who are apparently of that category of bloodthirstiness, at least when it comes to fiction, but who want to pretend they are not. Now, fiction is not reality, and I don't think there's anything wrong with writing stories about things you don't actually endorse, or would never do in real life. I don't think fiction is always and everywhere a reflection of an author's deep inner beliefs. So at least as a storyteller, feeling like the villain's death is necessary for narrative closure doesn't make you a bad person, or even necessarily a bad writer, but trying to hold that contradiction at the heart of your story (the villain must die, but he must not be killed) often fails to satisfy.

[adultingautistic]

Hi, if this is too exhausting to answer or if there is a good source to read on it feel free to say so. I am not autistic but I have witnessed someone who is most likely autistic having a meltdown (that seems to be the logical conclusion, but I know I could be totally wrong). Is there anything I, a complete stranger or co-worker/classmate, can do to help? I've tried to read up on it but vetting sources has been tricky. Thank you for taking the time to read this :)

First, thank you for caring.  Thank you for caring about another human being enough to want to help them, and then to educate yourself on how to help them.  I wish everyone had this attitude towards others!

First, a meltdown happens because the person has reached sensory overload.  That means that of their five senses (sight, sound, touch, taste, smell), their brain has received too much input and can no longer process it.

Look for something that has recently changed in the environment.  Did a light just go on or off?  Did a sound just begin? (it doesn’t have to be a loud sound; volume really isn’t relevant, it’s whether that sound is painful to the autistic person).  Maybe someone just started making coffee, and they can’t tolerate the sound of it percolating.  Or maybe it’s a smell.  Maybe someone just burned some popcorn in a microwave.

If it’s very obvious what it is and you can stop it, do so.  For example if someone has just started watching a loud video on their phone and then a few seconds later the autistic person has a meltdown, that could have been the trigger.  Ask the person to stop watching the loud video.  This is a way you can help even as a total stranger, even if the autistic person doesn’t know you at all and has no reason to trust you.  If it’s burned food, open a window.  If there’s a flickering light, shut the lights off.  You can help improve the sensory environment of the room, as a total stranger, and this will be helpful for the person and help them to calm down.  Even if you don’t know exactly what it is, making the room quieter and calmer can’t hurt.  

Before interacting with the person, first look to see if the person has a friend or someone they know with them.  If they do, that is the person who should talk to them and help them, and touch them if necessary.

If the person is totally alone, and you can’t figure out what is wrong, then it’s up to you to help them, but keep in mind, they don’t know who you are.  Introduce yourself just like you would to anyone else who you meet for the first time.

“Hi, my name is Jaime and I want to help you.  Can I?”  You may or may not get a response, but this is the respectful thing to do.

If the person indicates no either verbally or by shaking their head, please respect that.  Leave them alone.  They need space and to not be talked to.  The best thing you can do here is to keep other people from trying to interact with them.  Trust me, this will be very, very appreciated.

A meltdown means the person is already completely overwhelmed and they are in a “fight-or-flight” response, which means they may not be able to hear words spoken to them, or respond back with language.  At this point, adding ANY extra sensory input just makes it worse, and talking is sound, so it is very difficult for them to understand talking.  DON’T: say a lot of words, speak quickly, or shout.  If someone else is also speaking to them, do not add your own voice, one is already too much, two will be a disaster. Speak short, direct phrases, such as “Do you want to leave?” and then wait to see if they are able to respond.

If you cannot figure out what sensory input is causing them distress, the best thing you can do is help them leave the room.  Ask them with clear words (but not shouting) if they’d like to leave the room.  If they do not respond, you will have to use your judgement.  You may want to guide them and help them leave the room, but touch is a sense, and some autistics react very strongly to touch from other people.  

If you do decide to touch the person, make sure you ask them first.  NEVER touch another person without their permission- this goes for anyone, autistic or not!  Say to them “I’d like to help you leave the room, can I touch your shoulder(or hand or arm, whatever you feel is most appropriate) to help you do that?” 

If they indicate no, with words or shaking their head respect that.  It’s good if the person is able to communicate at this level.  Then you can say “Why don’t you follow me then, and we’ll leave.”

If they don’t respond, and they are obviously in great distress, then you might decide to help them leave the room by physically guiding them with your hand on their shoulder or arm.  Please, please use caution when doing this.  NO ONE would want a total stranger to touch them, especially when they are upset.  But sometimes it’s necessary (obviously if I’m passed out in a fire, I want the firefighter to carry me out without asking me).

If, when you touch them, they recoil or scream or indicate that that makes them upset, stop immediately and do not try again.  The person may need to endure the meltdown where they are, in which case, the best thing to do is keep the room as quiet and calm as possible, keep other people from going near them, and don’t bombard them with words- they need quiet.

Once you are able to help the person leave the room, try to find a quiet place.  An empty classroom/office, or the restroom if it’s empty.

Do not overwhelm the person with talking.  Simply wait quietly with them until they are able to calm down.  

Once the person talks to you first, then you can ask questions such as “How else can I help you?”

The most important thing here is to respect all forms of communication the person is giving off.  If you do something and they start shouting “No no no no no no no no” then stop doing that thing.  The same goes for if they start shaking their head no, or recoiling or backing away, or covering their ears when you speak.  These are all forms of communication, and that person desperately needs you to get the message they are sending. So please listen to them, and respect their wishes.

Sometimes the best thing you can do is keep your distance and not add to the noise in the room, while also encouraging others to remain quiet and keep their distance.  This may not feel like you’re helping much, but it is actually a very kind, compassionate way to react, as opposed to the frantic shouting we usually get when we have a meltdown in public.

Thank you again, so much, for asking this.  I hope I’ve explained myself well, because if I was ever alone in public and had a meltdown, I would desperately wish for someone who was there to how to help me.

[banditthewriter]

Redolence - Billy Russo - 4

Part four of this A/B/O series. I may have forgotten to add phone sex to the warnings. Reminder, I use a comprehensive set of warnings so please be mindful. If you have questions or concerns, shoot me a message!

Redolence: the quality of smelling strongly of something or of having qualities (especially smells) that make you think of something else

Warnings: Smut. No really, lots of smut. Also angst because yeah. Sex in various positions. Oral sex (male and female receiving.) The reader does sleep with other Alphas but it is only ever mentioned, never described. Some talk of slave trade, not detailed. Angry sex. Unprotected sex. Reader experiences a bad panic attack that is described.

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*****

This time when Billy left, you felt a certain lightness in your chest. He had made you promise to call him at some point before he had to come back. You had been hesitant to do it before, but for some reason you didn’t feel the same hesitation after that night.

There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with having sex with Billy in your own blankets. All of those training classes that had said that it was a colossal mistake had been exaggerated. Billy seemed fine, even if he smelled more strongly like you until he took his shower.

After you put the cups in the sink, you went into your bedroom and froze. You were assaulted with the scent of you and Billy, but it also smelled like home. The effect made your knees weak.

Maybe those training classes meant it was a mistake for you, not for the Alpha.

Begrudgingly you gathered up the bedding to take to your laundry room. As much as you didn’t want to lose the special scent of you-and-Billy, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle it for much longer. You already wanted Billy more than you should.

Although wasn’t that part of the Companion Center? Finding someone to mate while at the center was not only allowed, it was encouraged. So what if you and Billy were gone for each other? That just meant the two of you should probably…

What, talk about mating? You felt like an idiot just thinking about it. Yeah, Billy obviously liked spending time with you and sleeping with you, but did that mean he wanted more? You were good sex, easy sex, you wanted him from the first moment you sniffed him basically. Jesus, you were almost as bad as the Omegas that rolled over and presented the moment they saw an Alpha.

Still, it wasn’t impossible for you to maybe talk to Billy about something, right? He gave you his phone number and he obviously wanted you to use it. The two of you could be friends.

Friends that fuck, sure, that was a thing right?

The more you thought about it, the more you talked yourself out of it. You wanted more with Billy, but you couldn’t see how someone like him would settle for an Omega he met at the Companion Center. He’d probably end up with someone he met out in the real world, maybe a pretty Alpha woman who had a steady job and didn’t fuck people for a living.

The night after Billy’s visit, you found yourself sitting in front of your computer late into the night. Your body felt strange, tense and yet heavy. Whatever illness you had didn’t seem to have let up much except for when Billy was there, but you were probably just so excited to see him again.

You checked in with Karen and looked at the photos from her new place. There were even a few of her and Frank.

He wasn’t what you expected, but they looked so happy together. And he was handsome, if a little imposing. 

While you flicked through some newsfeeds, your mind strayed to Billy. You hadn’t looked him up on any sort of social media because you didn’t want to know what his life was like outside of the walls of your apartment. If you found out that he was dating someone, it would break your heart.

But there was one place you could get information that wasn’t personal. You signed into the Companion Center’s network and called up the Alpha registry. You had his Alpha ID memorized so you typed it into the search and waited for the page to load.

There weren’t any comments on his profile but that didn’t surprise you. It’d been so long since he had been there, you were the only Omega he had seen and you never commented on these profiles unless you’d had a bad experience.

You scrolled through his description and his background, things you already saw the first day you accepted his request. Instead you scrolled to the bottom of the page where his Alpha information was entered in. 

History of suppressants, irregular ruts, Alpha levels of… holy shit. Billy’s Alpha levels were the highest you’d ever seen. No wonder your body reacted to him the way that it did if that was the case. It wasn’t something special between the two of you; he just had that much pull over Omegas.

You scrolled through a few more of the tabs on the page until you found one of interested Omegas. This website was only accessible by Omegas. You rarely used it but some Omegas were on it daily. They’d comment on their Alphas, some of the comments being crude or completely inappropriate. Sometimes they would select an interest in pairing with the Alpha. 

Billy’s page had over thirty interested Omegas. That meant if he didn’t ask for you but wanted to pick a new Omega, he’d get these thirty to pick from first before they tried to match him with another favorable Omega. 

You recognized a few of the Omegas that had expressed interest. Some of them would be a good match for someone like Billy. And every single one of them were trained the same as you; what did you have that they didn’t? What would make you better for Billy than they were? 

Nothing.

You clicked off the page and closed your laptop. You shouldn’t have looked. Knowing that Billy was an advanced Alpha didn’t change how you saw him or how you felt about him, although you did think it might have something to do with what he felt about you. You had pretty high Omega levels; of course a high level Alpha and a high level Omega reacted like this together. But knowing that and knowing that if and when he got tired of you, he had thirty other offers just waiting for him?

That night you curled up into your bed and tried to pretend that you could still smell Billy’s scent on your pillows.

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It had been a week since you'd had an Alpha request. You didn't mind the break, but it meant being alone with your thoughts a lot. 

With Karen gone, you weren't as social as you had been. You were friendly with some of the other Omegas at the center, but not friendly enough to seek them out. 

You could go out to the city and do some shopping, but it was raining and you didn't want to be soaked. Calling Karen was an option but she was working as a journalist now and you knew she would be busy. 

Plus it was Friday. Surely at six pm she would have a date. 

Perhaps you could call your family and see how everyone was feeling. It was a good idea, but you didn't have the emotional capacity to deal with them. Especially when their first question would be if you were still whoring yourself out.

It didn't matter that you had made a lot of money over the few years you worked at the center. They still just considered you a whore.

You picked up your cell phone and looked through the few contacts. There was one in there that you hadn't dialed before.

Billy had told you to call him. Maybe you would at least send him a text. Then he could ignore it if he was busy.

You composed a quick text message to him.

Hi Billy it's Y/N. You don't have to respond, I just wanted to say hey.

You hit send before you had a chance to second guess yourself. Before you could put the phone down, it lit up with a phone call and Billy's name. 

"Oh shit," you whispered as you lifted the phone to your ear. "Hello?" 

"You could have just called me," he greeted with a smile in his voice. "Texting takes too much time."

You curled your legs up onto the couch under you as you sat down.

"I didn't know if you were at work. I didn't want to interrupt an important meeting."

His laugh didn't sound the same over the phone, but it was better than nothing. 

"I own the business, I can do whatever I want. But I worked from home today. I had a doctor appointment that took a few hours."

That drew you up short. 

"A doctor appointment? Are you ill?"

You thought about how you had felt lately, tense and sore. Maybe you weren't the only one. Or perhaps you got him sick. 

"Plastic surgeon. I looked him up after my accident and they were just now able to fit me in for my second consult. Wanted to show me what I'd look like after."

You ran your thumb over an uneven stitch in the hem of your yoga pants. 

"You're going to get plastic surgery?"

There was a beat of silence on the other side before you heard a sigh.

"I thought about it. You saw me not long after the accident. Not only was my face fucked up, but my head was too. I thought fixing my face would fix me."

"I didn't think your face was fucked up," you said in a rush before you could talk yourself out of it. "I thought it looked like it must have hurt, but I still… still thought you were the most attractive man I'd ever seen."

And that stayed true to this day. 

Billy scoffed on the other side but you didn't think he was blowing you off. In fact it seemed like he was maybe a but embarrassed. 

"I don't think that I'll go through with it. They aren't as bad as I thought they'd be and…"

You made a soft, inquiring noise in the back of your throat to urge him to continue. 

"And if I have surgery, I'll be in recovery for a few weeks and they'll put me back on suppressants."

"Oh. And you don't want to mess up your ruts now that you're getting back to normal."

"Yeah," he said quietly, "and because it would mean I wouldn't get to see you for a while."

You were stunned silent at that. What was the appropriate response to someone saying something like that to you?

"Billy, you shouldn't make that decision based on me. We can still talk on the phone while you recover."

"I know, but it's not just that. I was so vain about my face, my looks. I felt hideous like that, you know. But you saw me when they were barely healed and you didn't… you didn't even flinch."

It felt like your heart was breaking for him. 

"Of course I didn't flinch. It was obviously something traumatic that had happened to you. I wouldn't… I could never find you hideous."

The honesty was something you couldn't help, not when it came to Billy. The honesty just seemed to come out of you. You didn't even mind it.

 "You're amazing," he breathed across the line.

You felt warmth fill you at the praise. Of course you weren't sure you deserved it, but you weren't about to turn it down. 

But you did want to tell him something. 

"I do want to admit something Billy. I looked you up on the Companion Center intranet. It doesn't have personal information on there, but I uh, I did see your Alpha levels listed."

He let out a chuckle and if you didn't know better, you would say he sounded a little embarrassed. 

"Yeah, those," he said with another laugh. "Military said they'd never seen such high levels from a kid in the foster system before."

You were stunned and you weren't sure if it was because Billy had been an orphan or if it was because he was telling you about his life. 

"You were in the system?"

"Uh, yeah, I was safe havened at a firehouse in Albany. Without a family history, I got passed over a lot as a kid. People don't really wanna mix with an unknown element."

You understood that. You were unclaimed but at least you could tell people who and what your parents were. Billy didn't know. 

Most likely his mom was an Omega and his dad would be an Alpha. You wondered if he had ever tried to track them through the government blood tagging system. 

"I think it's bullshit. I'm an adult who makes her own money and makes her own decisions but because I'm an unclaimed Omega, I have to have proof of protection otherwise I'll be scooped up by Omega hunters or government people? Why do our positions dictate that?"

"Couldn't agree more," he said sincerely. "I should be judged by what I make of myself, not something I had no control over like being abandoned or being an Alpha."

It felt freeing to talk to Billy like this. Besides your rants with Karen, you mostly didn't talk about the incongruity of the situation. You were an Omega who not only accepted your position but benefited from it, but that didn't mean you were blind to the struggles of others. 

The two of you were quiet for a moment after that. You didn't want the call to end yet though. 

"Do you–" you began right as he asked "Would you like–"

Both of you let out a laugh at having talked over each other. 

"You first," he offered softly. 

"Do you need to go? I don't want to hold you up if you're working."

"You're not holding me up. I was actually wondering if you would like to go get dinner together."

It was frowned upon, but it wasn't against the rules. But there were protocols about these things. Most interactions with Alphas outside of the center had to be approved by the center. Phone calls, talking online, those were allowed because the center trusted the Omegas to keep things casual. But an Alpha and an Omega who have slept together hanging out in person? That was usually reserved for pairs that were starting the mating process. 

"Forget I asked," he said quickly. "How about instead we make dinner together? How does that sound?"

You nearly melted into the couch cushions.

"That sounds wonderful. I'd like that very much."

You could hear the smile in his voice as he agreed.

------

"Wait, wait, did you really think it was a good idea to tell your drill sergeant to blow you?"

Billy's laugh echoed over the phone. As he explained that no, he was pretty sure he was going to get his ass kicked, you settled down onto your bed and tugged your cover up to your chin.

The two of you had made it a habit to talk on the phone almost daily. Every now and then Billy would be busy at work and he would have to stick to text messages instead. And of course you would have an Alpha that you would have to assist.

Those times you’d just tell Billy that you would be busy. You didn’t want to burst the bubble of contentment that had settled around the two of you. Of course he knew what you would be busy with, but both of you could pretend it was something else—anything else—if you didn’t put it to words.

His rut was most likely coming up soon and you couldn’t help but think how it was going to be different. The two of you talked about so much during these phone calls; you couldn’t just pretend that Billy was an Alpha that you were helping. No, there was so much more to it now. So much more to him.

“Where’d you go?”

You made a noise in the back of your throat as you realized that you had stopped reacting to whatever he was saying. 

“I’m so sorry Billy, I swear I was listening but then I started thinking about… well, it’s almost been a month since you were here last.”

The last time he’d been there, you had forgotten to change your sheets. You weren’t sure why that stood out to you so much since the actual sex hadn’t seemed any different, but you couldn’t shake the fact that it meant something. You just weren’t sure what.

“My rut will be back in a few weeks,” he replied, his voice a little lower than before. “I’m not noticing any symptoms yet but once I do, I’ll get to the center to request you.”

You had already decided to decline any Alphas that may request you around the time that Billy would be coming to the center, but you couldn’t tell him that. That felt too much like a declaration and you didn’t want to make one of those. Whatever the two of you had, it hadn’t been put to words and you weren’t about to break that routine.

Your mouth spoke without permission from your head.

“I wonder if you would have noticed me if it hadn’t been for my scent,” you said softly, your eyes trained on the ceiling of your bedroom.

“What do you mean?”

Once you realized what you had said, you wanted to kick yourself. That was playing in dangerous territory. Instead of taking it back or ending the conversation, you sucked in a deep breath and explained.

“You picked me from my scent, right? I just wonder if you would’ve even noticed me if we had met, I don’t know, at a bar or somewhere.”

If it was normal, if the two of you were just you and not Alpha Billy and Omega Y/N. And by his response, he was thinking the same thing.

“So if we were both just at a bar, minding our own business. Say I had to go up to the counter to order a beer and you’re sitting there. You want to know if I would have noticed you?”

You felt ridiculous, but you needed to know.

“Without my scent, without knowing me. Just… from your impression of me sitting there. Would you have even said hello?”

Why were you holding your breath? Why did it matter? You were basically asking him if he found you attractive, if he would have wasted his time with you, but it didn’t matter. The fact was that the two of you did know each other and you were friends now. That’s all that mattered. That’s all that—

“Of course I would have said hello. I would have turned the charm up to eleven and flirted with you, tried to get your name.”

A flash of giddy warmth filled you and you kicked your feet, hoping he couldn’t hear it.

“You would?”

“You kidding me? You’d be beating the guys off with a stick and I would have… would have tried my best to get you to come home with me. If you could stand the sight of the scars.”

Billy was confident in himself, you’d seen it, but there was still some insecurity under the surface. It all revolved around those scars.

“Scars or no, I think I probably would have thought you were crazy for talking to me. And if you tried to get me to go home with you?” You took a breath, feeling the tightness low in your stomach. “I can promise that you would have succeeded.”

There was silence on the other line and you wondered if you had overstepped, but a moment later you heard him let out a deep breath.

“I would’ve showed you a good time if I took you home,” he promised in a low, rough voice, his accent a little more pronounced on some words. “Would’ve made you feel good.”

Your breath was coming out faster, a little dizzy as you listened to his voice over the phone.

“I don’t think you’re capable of making me feel anything but good.”

You weren’t sure if that even made sense. And it didn’t help that your voice was breathless as you spoke.

God you were gone on this man.

“Y/N, where are you right now?”

You looked around your room as if you had forgotten where you were. You’d forgotten everything that didn’t center around this conversation, this man, his voice.

“I’m in my room,” you said as you shifted under the covers a little, “in bed.”

“Are you under the covers?”

“Yes.”

There was silence on the line and then a slight rustling.

“Take the covers off.”

Your heartbeat was thundering in your chest, but you moved to do as you were told. You kicked the covers down to your feet, your toes curling but it wasn’t from the sudden cool air on your bare legs.

“Billy,” you began, but he cut you off with, “What are you wearing?”

That tightness that had been in your chest had moved lower, lower, until it settled in the pit of your stomach. At his words, your thighs automatically clenched together.

“Shorts and uh, a t-shirt.”

You wondered if you should have lied, should have said something about lacy lingerie. But you didn’t even own the stuff so that wouldn’t feel right. You didn’t want to lie to Billy, not even about that.

“I’m gonna ask you a question and I want you to tell me the truth, alright?” At your assent, Billy let out a breath that rattled into the speaker for a second. “Do you want to touch yourself with me right now?”

If it was possible for your heart to break free from your chest, it would have right then. Instead you just pressed your hand over where you could feel it pounding and closed your eyes.

“Do you want that?”

It wasn’t an answer, but you needed to hear him say it.

“You want me to tell you that I had my hand down my sweatpants from the moment you told me that I would’ve been able to take you home? Or should I tell you that I think about this every time we talk on the phone? Or,” he added in a tone that could only be described as seductive, “do you want me to tell you that every time I jerk off between my ruts it’s to thoughts of you?”

God. You rolled onto your side in order to put more pressure between your legs. Your eyes were still squeezed shut. If you did that, you could almost imagine he was in the bed with you.

“Yes,” you breathed out when your eyes finally opened, “I want you to tell me those things.”

His chuckle made you squeeze your legs together. Your hand moved to rest low on your stomach but no further.

“Tell me something then. I told you all my secrets, I want you to tell me one.”

You should have seen that coming. You bit your lip and rolled back onto your back, your chest rising and falling with your heavy breathing.

“I don’t touch myself,” you said softly, wondering if he could hear your heartbeat over the phone. “My secret is that I want to touch myself right now. With you on the phone with me.”

It was a long moment before he responded.

“Take your clothes off.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. And there was no way it was Alpha compulsion because it didn’t work over the phone. You sat up and pulled off your shirt, glad you had gone without a bra tonight. Then you made short work of your shorts and underwear.

“You too,” you said as you settled back down onto the pillows.

“Already done sweetheart,” he said with a grin in his voice. “Put the phone on speaker for me, alright? I want you to have two hands for this.”

You did so with a shaking hand, letting him know once you were done. He let out a pleased noise that made you wetter. As if he knew what had happened, he let out a soft laugh.

“Play with your nipples for me. Both hands. You know how I do it when I get my hands on those perfect tits.”

You moaned as your hands complied with his demands. He was always firm with you, his fingers tugging and pulling on your nipples. You alternated between that and firm grasps since that’s what he did.

“Are you… are you touching yourself Billy?”

You needed to know. You needed to know that you weren’t the only one.

“I’m making it last. If I touch myself right now with you making those noises, I’ll come before I can even jack myself.”

Just the thought made you moan. That you did that to him astounded you.

“If I was there, I’d eat you out. I can’t tell you how much I love the taste of your pussy,” he said lowly, his voice trickling over your body. “Since I’m not there, I want you to touch yourself. Spread that pretty pussy. Tell me how wet you are.”

You knew that he was a talker, but you really did think it might break you this time. Without the urgency of the rut over both of you, his dirty talk was going to turn you into a puddle before this really began.

Legs spread, you slipped one hand down your stomach and between your legs. You ran your fingers up and down your slit, feeling how wet and hot you were.

“I’m dripping,” you admitted as you continued to just rub yourself. “I’m going to leave the bed soaked after this.”

His moan made your thighs flex.

“Touch your clit for me. Not fast, just tease it for me.”

The moment your fingers were on your clit, you wanted to rub fast and hard, but his words made you keep it slow. You rubbed over the nerves until you were panting, your knees bending to try to give your hips leverage.

“Billy, please,” you begged as you continued to rub.

“That’s it, that’s my girl. Now put a finger inside. C’mon, let me hear you.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. At some point he told you to add another finger so you pumped two in and out of your pussy, your thumb rubbing against your clit between thrusts. It wasn’t graceful but it felt good. Your hips moved in tandem with your fingers. Your other hand continued to play with your breast as you fucked yourself.

His breathing got heavy and you thought you could heard the sound of skin on skin. You definitely could hear his grunts. 

“I wish that was my hand. Or my mouth,” you admitted shamelessly as you moved, voice breathless and low. “I can’t stop thinking about getting my mouth on you. I want to… I want to taste you.”

He let out a loud moan that echoed over the line. 

“Fuck I want that too. I’d love to see you with my come on your face.”

Your back arched as you pumped faster, harder. You could tell that you were close and you could only hope that Billy was too.

“Please, I need… please Alpha, I need you.” Your mind was so far gone, so focused on your orgasm, that you didn’t even realize what you said.

“Yes, I’m here. Come for me, my Omega, come for me.”

Your back arched so far off the bed that you were basically upright, your body shaking from an incredibly intense orgasm. Your pussy clenched around your fingers. Your heaving breaths echoed in the quiet room as you flopped back down on the bed.

On the other line, you heard Billy’s panting grow faster until he was groaning out his own orgasm. Once it was quiet on that side as well, you slowly pulled your hand from between your legs. 

“Are you still there?”

“Yes,” you answered quickly as you sat up, reaching for tissues near the bed for your hand. “Just uh, cleaning up.”

The sheets were beyond help. You’d need to change them before you could fall asleep. 

Instead you just rolled out of the wet spot and grabbed your phone. Once you switched it off of speaker, you pressed it against your ear and shut your eyes once more.

“Billy?” He made an inquiring sound on the other side and you bit your lip before you asked, “Will this change things?”

He was silent for a moment before his soft, soothing voice was back in your ear.

“I think we’ve been changed for a while.”

------

In the middle of the night, you jolted upright. In the space between awake and asleep, the words you’d said that night on the phone with Billy came back to you.

You’d called him Alpha in your moment of need. And he had replied, hadn’t he? He called you his Omega. 

It was the heat of the moment, you told yourself as you laid back down. And he hadn’t mentioned it so… so maybe it didn’t mean anything.

It didn’t stop your mind from playing the moment over and over again until you fell back to sleep.

X

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[redscharms]

Hello, lovelies ♥️

Since I received many requests for personal readings I’m planning on making this option available soon.

However I want to talk about few things to consider before booking a reading, mainly the list of ‘donts’, which includes:

I don’t do ‘ship’ readings for idols/artists. I can do a general relationship reading but I don’t do romantic relationship reading for them. You can request a reading for an idol by simply sending me a message when requests are open and it’s a free option. But just please note that I don’t do ‘ship’ reading even for money.

I don’t do readings that involves an artist/idol and the person requesting a reading in a romantic setup. This includes specific questions like

“Will I date/marry/kiss etc ‘idol’s name’?”

“Will ‘idol’s name’ love me when we meet?”

“Is ‘idol’s name’ my soulmate?” and everything that falls into this category.

Listen, I understand that you like your favorite artists but it would be very disingenuous and unfair of me to take money from people who love their idols and then break their heart by telling them that there’s little chance of them ever dating. Or worse, feed you sweet illusions by twisting the reading.

I don’t think that it’s very uncommon or unusual for famous people to date or marry someone who isn’t working in the show business industry (famous people are just people, don’t idolize them) but one idol/artist can have millions of fans and it’s very, veeeeery unlikely that everyone would be their soulmate. I strongly encourage not to view your favorite artists as ‘idols’ but rather treat them as real humans who have very human flaws just like all of us. Perfection is boring anyway.

I’m thinking about making these types of readings available:

Simple Yes or No questions (answers include a short description)

General reading for the next three months

Soulmate reading

What should you focus on right now?

Are you on the right path?

Next romantic relationship

“Why do I feel so drawn to them?”

And a possibility to ask a specific question or an emergency reading

So far this is a draft version of what the reading will look like. The most important message of this post is in the beginning. I want to make sure that if anyone decides to request a reading is aware of the few thing to keep in mind before doing so.

[stories-sometimes]

Skinny

Pre-Serum Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: Skinny Steve is in love with one of his best friends, although it seems like so is everybody else

Word Count: 2603

Masterlist

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I sat at the bar, keeping to myself, instead watching my two best friends dazzling everyone in the dance hall. They were naturals, irresistible to any person who stumbles across them. Both are completely in their element, Bucky simply says a few smooth words and offers a dance and the girl’s his for the night, she’d flash her a smile and all the guys would be enthralled. And I was one of those many men. My eyes are drawn to her every move, every laugh she lets out, every step she takes around the hall.

“Come on Stevie.” I feel a sudden clap on my back, snapping me out of my trance. I spin around to see Bucky with some adoring blonde attached to his arm. “Loosen up, find a partner.” He suggests, as if that’s something I could do as smoothly as he can.

“It’s not that easy for me Buck, I’m hardly what most dames want.” He rolls his eyes at my response.

“Maybe if you actually put yourself out there you could find someone.” He follows my gaze, still stuck on her. “You know if you ask her to dance she’d probably say yes.”

“She can have any guys there’s no way she’d settle for me.”

“Fine.” He mutters under his breath, “have it your way.” He turns away from me, letting his date drag him out to dance. I ignore his comments, residing to just staring and hoping she’ll come over. Somehow my mental messages work and she makes her way over to me, leaving the guy she was with yearning for a second more attention from her.

“Bored of dancing.” I say to her as she slips onto the bar stool next to mine.

“Can’t seem to find the right partner.” She replies, showing me her signature smile.

“Well I’m sure that guy disappointed at that fact.”

“He was getting too handsy, he thought I wanted more than just a dance.” She says, her face showing her clear disdain for that man. I scowl at the man when I notice him looking over at her again. “What about you, found a date for tonight?”

“Nah, leaving the flirting to Bucky.”

“Good idea. But does that mean you wouldn’t accept a dance from anyone.” She says, a cheeky smile covering her face, it’s clear what she is suggesting.

“Well, I don’t know, maybe, depends-” I stutter out, cheeks quickly turning red.

“You’re useless at this.” She lets out a sweet laugh, offering her hand out for me. I accept it immediately, letting her lead me to the other dancing bodies.

“I’m sorry if I step on your toes, I’ve got two left feet when it comes to dancing.” She laughs at me.

“I’m sure you’ll be just swell at it.” I probably look ridiculous, my inexperienced dancing against her elegant, effortless moves. I’m only just the same height as her, a change of appearance from her usual, more manly, conventionally attractive dance partners. Still, she seems to be happy right now, even if she is only doing this to make me feel better. Some sad pity dance.

I’d known her all my life, we grew up living next door to each other. She was one of the few who had talked to my when I was a young, sickly kid. Her and Bucky had always looked out for me, saving me from the bullies no matter how many fights I got in. He’d pull me out, she’d clean me up. She was good at that, taking care of me. I always remember her being independent, a strong woman from day one. She was raised by her dad, although he was hardly a parent. He worked in a factory during the day and rotted away with a bottle at night, she solely took care of him, herself and everyone else she loves.

As we grew up, more and more guys found interest in her, and how could they not. She was a thing of beauty both inside and out. Even a brief glance in her direction has any sane man’s mind turn to mush. And she picks me to dance with.

“How’d enlistment go?” She asks. My face suddenly turns sour.

“I’m not healthy enough.” I grimace, glancing down at the floor, ashamed of my physique. “Bucky got in though.” She looks  at me sympathetically.

“There’s still ways to help the war effort.” I shrug. “Hey,” she says, placing her hand on my cheek, forcing me to look at her, “trust me, you’ll find a way. I know you, you’re not gonna stop until you find the best way you can fight this war.” I smile briefly, imagining that I could do something meaningful to win against the Nazis. The night soon was over. We walked home together, going our separate ways as we reach our respective apartments.

The next morning me and Bucky sat in a booth at the diner she works at.

“Hey doll, think you could get us some food.” Bucky shouts across the room to her.

“Or you could wait until I’m done serving these people.” She shouts back, ignoring us while for as long as she could, focusing on other customers. Eventually she had to come over to us.

“Took you long enough.” Bucky teases.

“There’s other customers Buck.”

“Why do I get the feeling you avoid us here?”

“Maybe I do.” She smiled playfully at him.

“Why are we even friends?” He mumbles grumpily.

“I question that every time I see you Bucky.” He looks up, pretending to be offended. I let out a loud laugh at the interaction, managing to get her attention. “I had a good time last night Steve, we should do it again some time.” I nod rapidly in response, unable to form words. “You want the usual?” She asks us, we both nod. As soon as her back is turned to get our food I see a cocky grin covering Bucky’s face. 

“Told you she’s say yes.”

“Yeah you were right, no need to be smug about it.” I reply, trying to avoid the look on his face, staring at anything but him.

“Maybe you should listen to me more often punk.” He says, lightly kicking my leg to get my attention back. Our food finally arrives, Bucky quickly wolfing it down before leaving for work. I remain in my seat for a bit longer, opting to sit and sketch the diner, studying the other patrons and her working. Out of the corner of my eye I see the man she was dancing with last night walk into the building. His eyes instantly found her, a creepy smile growing over his face. When she went to serve him he tries to keep her there for as long as he can. Despite his attempts, it was clear she wants to leave that table. I keep my eyes fixed on them, worrying for what he might try. As she goes to leave he grabs onto her wrist, pulling her back in, not letting go when she starts to try to shrug him off. Once that happened I close my sketchbook, making my way over to them.

“Hey, let go of her.” I say firmly.

“What’s it to you short stack?” He stands up, tightening his grip on her.

“Steve leave it, I can handle this.” She says, eyes warning me. “Sir you need to let go and leave the premises.” She addresses the man. We now have the attention of the rest of the diner. The man, not wanting the cause more of a scene, finally let go of her.

“Fine I’ll leave.” He says, backing off and raising his hands in surrender. He began to storm off, slapping her ass as he passes her. She gasps, stepping back from him as he walks away all too proud of himself.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you any respect.” I begin to step up to him before she pushes her hand on my chest to stop me.

“He’s not worth it.” She whispers.

“You wanna go!” He shouts at me.

“Sir, I need you to leave before I call the cops.” She repeats to him. He turns, actually leaving, avoiding the angry stares and mutters from the other customers. “Don’t worry about Steve, just go sit back down.”

“But he-” 

“It’s fine, I get stuff like this all the time.” She guides me back to my seat before I can protest.

“What!” I glare, how dare people treat her that way. I feel a protective fire fuel inside of me. “Why haven’t you ever said anything?”

“Because I knew you’d get like that. I didn’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

“You haven’t even told Buck.” I exclaim.

“I can deal with it myself Steve.” She says more firmly this time. “Just sit down, finish your food.” With that she leaves to continue her work. I sit, mixed feelings flowing through my head. On one hand I want to protect her but I knew she hated to feel like a damsel in distress. She could look after herself, she was firm in that belief and didn’t want anyone taking that away from her. I stared at her back, she’s busy serving another table. I desperately want to prevent anything like that happening, to be the person who could stop people like that; to be the person who stops the bullies of the world.

I stay at the diner for longer than I had to, continuing my sketches. Eventually I leave, with my drawing done and without her talking to me I had no reason to justify my stay. As I walk past the alleyway behind the diner, I hear someone shout.

“Hey you!” I turn around to see the guy earlier kicked out. “Think you could just embarrass me in there and get away with it.”

“I think you embarrassed yourself on your own.” I reply, standing my ground.

“What the hell that’s supposed to mean?” He says, shoving me into the wall of the alley.

“I just don’t think it’s right to harass women who obviously aren’t interested.”

“The girl was interested, just needed some encouragement.” He laughs smugly. I launch a punch into his face, enraged by his words, actions and mindset. It was weak, but still enough to piss him off. 

“You want it to be like that!” He shouts, firing back with his own punch, sending my head into the wall behind me. This makes me dizzy enough for him to easily push me to the ground. Despite the pain I get back up, putting my hands up ready to try fight back and defend myself. He hits me back down almost immediately, and once again I get back up. “Why won’t just quit! Stay down!” He screams angrily at me, kicking my feet out, knocking me down.

“I’ll always stand up to people like you.” I say, just managing to drag myself up.

“How long are you gonna keep this up?” He growls, punching my nose. I grunt as I hear a small crack.

“I can do this all day.” I say strongly. This repeats, each time he hits me down I somehow get back up. He finally gives up, not before pushing me down into the garbage cans of the diner. I groan out as he leaves, feeling blood trickle down my face from the nose and where my forehead hit the floor. I lay slumped over the garbage bags, letting myself recover a bit before I would attempt to drag myself home and forget about the experience. It wasn’t long before I heard the backdoor of the diner open. I turn to see her stood there, a sharp gasp leaving her lips.

“Hey, you’re shift over?” I say the only thing I could think of in this moment. She nods absentmindedly, her mind anywhere but her work. Distress was covering her face as she rushes over to help me.

“Steve, I told you to stay out of this.” She says, gently resting her hand on my cheek, checking over my injuries.

“He started it.” I mutter under my breath. She glares at me. “He caught me when I was walking home.” I admit. She sighs, carefully pulling my arm over her shoulders, lifting me up.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She leads me back to her apartment, resting me down on her coach. Quickly she gathers her first aid kit, pressing a cloth to my head, adding pressure to stop the bleeding. “When are you gonna stop getting into these fights?” She asks.

“As soon as people stop treating others like there above them.” I reply, sounding braver than I feel right now and every other time I’m sat injured in her apartment.

“Then I guess I’ll be cleaning you up for the rest of my life.” She smiles at me, applying ointment and a bandage to my head.

“I just hate seeing you get treated like that, a dame like you doesn’t deserve that.”

“I told you I can handle it myself.”

“Doesn’t make me like it anymore.” I murmur as she’s done cleaning me up.

“I’ve got to admit, I kinda like you looking out for me.” She says, a light shade of red dusting her cheeks.

“Really.” I smile back, sounding a little to eager, forgetting about the pain in my head.

“Yeah, makes me feel like a worth something.” My smile drops at her admission.

“What do you mean? You’re worth the world to so many people. Don’t you see all the guys who’d give up the world for a moment of your time.” Her blush deepens.

“Are you one of those guys Stevie?” She flirts lightly. It instantly becomes my time to turn red, although mine was a much deeper shade. I nod shyly, avoiding her intense gaze.

“Yeah, you know I’d do anything for you.” She places her hand on my cheek, guiding me to look at her. “You’re the most important woman in my life.” Slowly she leans in towards me, letting her lips lightly graze mine. “You really want me?” I question once she pulls back. “You could have any guy you want and you gonna pick me.” She kisses me again, this time more confident and passionate.

“None of them treat me like you do. That’s what matters to me, you make me feel special like no one else can. The other guys empty compliments don’t do that for me.” She reassures me, her face lighting up more than I’d ever seen it before. “I really like you Steve Rogers, more than I’ve ever like a guy before. It’s kinda scary how much I care about you.” My heart feels as though it has exploded with joy. I’m convinced I’ve died and gone to heaven, and if I have I never want to leave as long as it means I get this attention from her. I pulled her closer, kissing her desperately as if it’s the last thing I was ever going to do.

“You really don’t mind this.” I say, gesturing to my skinny frame. She rolls her eyes.

“I think you look damn good.” She grins, watching my face somehow turn more red. “And if you’d have me, I’d love to be your girl.” My eyes grow wide, all my wildest dreams coming true.

“Yes, yes, please be my girl!” I respond, far too excited, loving the way ‘my girl’ sounds as it rolls off my tongue. She soon matches my excitement, eagerly kissing me.

She murmurs against my lips, “I’m your girl.”

[calliecat93]

You know, every time I get ready to write these reviews I think ‘oh God, how am I gonna type all of this out?!”. There is so much to say. So much to go over. It’s like that with every review I’ve done, but for this volume? God… I am at a loss every single time. There’s so many conflicting things going on. So much where I have an opinion on practically everything. Differing views about everything. Where I can see both the right and wrong in every action that the characters take.

RWBY has grown more and more complex over the years, but this volume? It takes the cake. The last chapter has so much of… everything that watching it again still gives me chills. So… how will the follow-up go? Going off what I already said, you can probably guess: tense as Hell. So let’s get on with it.

Review

Things are at an all-time low. Ironwood has banned public gatherings in Mantle. Curfews have been put in place. Everyone is utterly terrified and despite Atlas saying that the footage was doctored, they are calling for Penny to be deactivated. With Atlas becoming even more strict and her no longer able to get on the council, Robyn and her Happy Huntresses have gone full-on vigilante and are robbing the military for everything that they’ve got. We get to see their Semblances though, wth May being able to create an invisibility dome and Fiona (THE SHEEP LIVES!) having some kind of pocket dimension ability. Kinda reminds me of Miroku’s Wind Tunnel in Inuyasha, awesome!

Needless to say, Ironwood is nooooot happy right now. With the stolen resources and Mantle no longer cooperating, Amity has been at a standstill. It is at the point that he and Winter are strongly considering enacting Martial Law on the city, much to the shock of both Ruby and Nora. Well… for Nora, shock isn’t the right word. No, no.. she is enraged. She angrily rebukes Ironwood when he says that he knows that Mantle is taking the brunt of the sacrifices, pointing out that no, they’re taking all of it. They’re suffering, scared, and being forced to fall in line all because of this waiting game, and all it’s going to do is make them easy targets for the Grimm. I don’t think we’ve ever seen Nora this enraged before, so… yeah… wow…

Ruby, much more calmly, tries to convince Ironwood that his actions are only causing the division that Salem wants. But it’s derailed as the reason that they are Ren are there is to confirm that it was indeed Tyrian there. Which we learn that he is a wanted serial killer who was caught, but escaped when his prison transport was attacked by the Grimm. Which we all know where he ended up after. Ruby wants to tell the people, but Clover says no since it’ll only cause even more panic, which is why Ironwood refuses to talk about Amity or Salem yet. His orders for now? For Robyn to be arrested in order to get Amity back on track/Mantle’s cooperation, and anyone not doing that will be assigned to finding Tyrian. He asks if he’s made himself clear, which is acknowledged by Clover, WInter… and to the shock of Ruby and Nora, Ren. 

Later in Mantle, Blake and Yang are with Ace-Ops on tracking down Robyn though in a different van. This gives them time to talk about the recent events. Yang still believes that they should have told Ironwood the truth from the start since he deserved to know, but Blake still believes that it was best to hold back especially since it’s now proven that he tends to overreact to bad news. But Blake is pretty worn down about their actions in the name of doing the right thing, and not just with Atlas. They don’t outright say it out loud, but it’s clear that she’s referring to Adam. Even when Yang reminds her that they had no choice, Blake is still worried about it coming down to that again and isn’t exactly looking forward to arresting a Huntress who is only trying to do good… at least, until Yang proposes that they don’t have to.

Meanwhile in Atlas, Pietro has Penny hooked up and is working to get the footage that she recorded to prove her innocence, though even he doubts that it’ll do any good now. Ruby and Weiss are there… as is Maria, who has been helping Pietro with his work. FINALLY SHE IS BACK! Pietro is understandably upset about his daughter being framed and viewed as a murderer, especially since Robyn would have been killed had Penny not been there. Ruby, however, suspects that Tyrian never intended to kill Robyn and that framing Penny was exactly what they wanted. They wanted to use Penny to send a message of division, just like at the Vytal Festival. Pietro has realized that the same person who caused the events then is likely the one doing it now, though with Atlas’ code updated it should be safe. Though since the SDC is one of the ones with access, Weiss isn’t so certain and even more suspicious of her father’s involvement.

But hey, if worst comes to worst, Pietro can just rebuild Penny again, right? Well… not exactly. You know how Penny said in V2 that she’s the first robot to be able to generate an Aura? Well… there’s a reason for this. Pietro reveals his Aura… and there are two noticeable chunks missing. That’s right, Pietro gave us parts of his own Aura, his own soul, to create Penny. We find out how back in his youth, he and his colleagues proposed their own projects to Ironwood, and his was selected. He wanted to create a protector with a soul, and thus The Penny Project came to be. But the more times that Pennyisi destroyed, the more that it takes from Pietro and he may not be able to do so again if Mantle gets their way. Something that very understandably has him scared and distraught. Ruby swears to find the man responsible… as Pietro puts down a photo that he has of himself and his colleagues. Including a certain disgraced scientist…

Back in Mantle, Robyn and her gang start to rob another truck.. But it’s the one with Blake and Yang. They start to try and talk to her, but Robyn and her team run for it. They give chase, eventually leading to a clash between the Bees and Robyn. It’s not exactly a spectacular fight, but a nice and short one that further shows the Bees teamwork as well as their own capabilities, and especially Robyn’s own skill as a Huntress. They do eventually convince her to listen though, revealing the purpose of Amity being reconfigured to re-establish communication. To see if it’s true, Robyn has Blake take her hand where we discover Robyn’s Semblance: Lie Detection. Wow, the theories were true. Robyn is surprised to realize that Blake is indeed being honest and confused about why Ironwood would keep that a secret. She wants to know what else is going on and who the actual villains are, but the Bees aren’t ready to reveal anything more. The Ace-Ops are nearing the area so Robyn flees, swearing that nothing is going to stop her until she knows the truth.

We cut back to Atlas Academy... and into the Vault where Ironwood has taken Oscar in hopes of jigging up some Oz memories. Behind the door is the Staff of Creation, which we learn is pretty much some kind of endless energy generator. In fact, it is the reason why Atlas is floating in the sky, an idea made by Oz, and not Gravity Dust which was the cover story, However, the Staff can only be used on one thing at a time, hence why they can’t use it on Amity since… well…that would cause some devastating issues for Atlas, to put it simply. It’s certainly strange for Oscar. To see something that a part of him helped create, even though he himself didn’t do so. But Ironwood says that he’ll get used to it and eventually won’t even be able to tell the difference anymore. Something that Oscar doesn’t exactly look happy about, though at least he takes it better than he has in the past.

But instead of pondering on his identity issues, Oscar instead tries to talk to Ironwood about the path that he’s currently heading down. How he keeps trying to be the one with all the answers. The one where he does everything to do what he feels is right, even if it means crossing several moral lines. Essentially, Ironwood is trying to be Oz, and we all know how that went for him. But Ironwood feels that there is no other choice. Allt hat matters is stopping Salem, though Oscar rebukes that preserving their humanity, the thing that Salem threw away, matters even more. But Ironwood isn’t so sure, even wondering if that’s Salem’s greatest strength. Can she feel fear? Hesitant? Helpless? The same things that Ironwood felt at Vale. When he saw his forces be taken over, with him unable to do anything. How even with all of his forces, he could do nothing. We even see him flashback to seeing the Queen Virus appear on his screen back then. It’s… pretty damning. 

Oscar tells Ironwood that it’s okay to feel these things. Even fear. You just can’t let it control you. Ironwood however only swears that he won’t end up like Lionheart did and asks Oscar if he believes in him. Oscar says yes… but not /only/ on him, encouraging him to talk to the people he’s afraid to. The two take the elevator up, only to find an anxious Penny and Winter. The latter gives Ironwood a letter… from her father. Turns out, they’ve all been invited to the Schnee Manor for dinner. One where Ironwood will be defending his seat on the council, Jaques first act as the newest Councilman. 

Review

So… not quite as evil as last week, but still a very tense ride. You can cut the tension with a butterknife at this point. Everything is building up, and I imagine that the downfall won’t be pleasant.

We’re going to talk about where RWBYJNRO stand respectively. Let’s start with JNR. SInce Jaune isn’t in the episode it’s hard to gauge where he stands currently, though going off the past few chapters I imagine that he’s in the middle of Ren and Nora, but leaning towards Nora. The Renora duo though? Ho boy… they’ve never been more divided. It’s been clear since Chapter One where Nora stands. She is completely disapproving of the treatment of Mantle, and it and the secrets have her nearing a breaking point. And she’s totally right. Mantle is bearing all of the burdens, all of the sacrifices, and they don’t even know why. They don’t deserve this. Considering how we know that she was a street urchin, having to steal food and be mercilessly bullied by others when she ended up in Kuroyuri, it makes perfect sense for Nora to be this way. But it also makes sense why Ren is how he is. I don’t approve of him siding with Ironwood… but I understand why. After all, lack of any security and protection is what caused his village and family to be slaughtered. No, I don’t view Ren as a boot-licker and IDT he’s particularly happy about any of this. But he’s so focused on the what-ifs over the now, and it’s messing with him. Tyrian’s massacre, an event that he got distracted from detecting due to kissing Nora, doesn’t help.

I just feel so horrible for both of them. I am glad to see it though. For the longest time, Ren and Nora have differed but generally, they had little conflict between them despite their varying different personalities. It’s sweet to see, but they aren’t the same person. Ren is reserved and quiet, Nora is outgoing and bubbly. Ren is the Straight Man of the group, while Nora is the Genki Girl. Ren had a family that he lost, while Nora had no one until Ren came along (that we know of anyways). Ren’s Semblance involves masking emotions, while Nora’s involves absorbing energy. They are both very different people, but they love each other and always supported each other. But now they’re at an impasse. Nora is against Mantle’s mistreatment no matter the reason, while Ren sees it as a necessary evil to protect everyone and appears fully on board with it. And Ren seems even more closed off as ever since he didn’t even talk or express anything until siding with Ironwood’s orders, while Nora made her stance and feelings very clear with Ruby backing her. IDK where this is going to lead, but it shows that the kiss didn’t just magically fix their problems. Which is good, but it makes it all the more painful as we see the division grow between them.

Then we get to the RWBY girls. So let’s discuss Blake and Yang’s decisions here. For the most part, I agree with them. Robyn is only trying to do what’s right for Mantle. Sure she’s robbed military vehicles, but so far that’s the only morally ambiguous thing that she’s done, and she has a pretty valid reason for it. Trying to talk and work with Robyn is a much better option than opposing her and furthering the divide. It’s also good to see that the two have differing opinions on Ruby’s lie, with Yang still trusting Ruby but still feeling that Ironwood should know, while Blake feels that it could have caused much worse and in that regard is still on the same page as Ruby. They discussed it maturely and while again they don’t outright say it, it’s good to see that Blake does still have lingering issues from killing Adam despite knowing that she had to. It makes sense that she doesn’t want to arrest Robyn since… well, a Huntress doing morally ambiguous things to help the oppressed. Yeah, she fully understands that. And Yang has always kinda been anti-authority and is clearly against secrets especially towards those who deserve to know it (though it further makes her hiding Ravens Maiden identity very bad on her part), so of course she’d be on board with Robyn.

But… I can’t say that this was the right thing to do. First of all, they don’t know anything about Robyn. Yes, it’s clear that she does indeed care about Mantle. We also do see here that while she’s still upset about what happened before, she isn’t unreasonable. She does listen, and once she sees that Blake was telling the truth, accepts it. But of course, we see that she’s Hellbent on knowing the full truth and finding out who actually did this. We don’t know if she’s going to give the Bees her trust. We don’t know what she’ll do with this information. Maybe she’ll be swayed, maybe she won’t. She knows that Atlas has reasons… but they’re still oppressing Mantle instead of just being open about it. And if she does find out about Salem, there’s no telling what she’ll do. Robyn isn’t a bad person, but she is certianly not afraid of breaking the law and while IDT she’d harm innocents, there’s no telling how far he’ll go to get answers. There just isn’t a lot known about Robyn and while I think it is right to reach out to her, IDK if doing so without talking to Ironwood or the rest of the team was a good idea.

This brings us to the next point, the lack of communication. It’s been pretty clear that Bake and Yang are kinda doing their own thing and have for a while now. Which is fine and helps with their development, especially after V6. There’s a lot of trust and understanding between them in a way that only they can understand. We see that in how they talk about their differing opinions, doing so maturely and understanding the other’s view while still standing by their own thoughts. It’s good to see. But the problem is they made this decision about Robyn… without talking to the others, especially Ruby and Weiss. While I do agree with them, it makes it look like... kinda iffy. Like despite Yang saying that she trusts Ruby, she doesn’t fully. How despite Blake saying that they’ll follow Ruby’s lead, they won’t. On the one hand, they aren’t following anyone blindly, and that is important. But doing do without trying to talk to the others? That is not a good thing. Sure they think they’re helping and I do think that they’ll tell Ruby when they get to Atlas. But IDK how she’ll feel. I can see her agreeing that it was right... but IDK how she’ll feel about it being done behind her back even if it was split-second. She may/say it’s fine, but is that true? It may just add more pressure to her and her worries, and that is going to lead to bad things. I agree with Yang and lake, but I feel that they should have waited until they talked to the others because if Robyn does who knows what, it could only make things worse, and in turn make Ruby’s ultimate decision even harder.

But Ruby’s also not communicating anything. So far, aside from talking to Qrow a little in Chapter 4 and expressing her uncertainty in Chapter 6, she hasn’t talked about making a decision or her own feelings. She’s on board with Amity going up, but we don’t know if she feels like she needs to tell Ironwood about Salem now or not. Aside from any questioning it in Chapter 3, no one else has tried talking to her nor has she tried talking to any of the others or their opinions. Mind you, we may see that soon since the recent events are still recent, but it needs to happen soon. Weiss has so far been uninvolved with the Robyn stuff and while shes voiced her disapproval of Ironood’s regime and suspicions of her father, none of the others have really talked with her about it. Yang dismissed Weiss’ concerns about Jaques in CHapter 6 (though tbf it was before everything went to Hell), and no one acknowledged her voicing her suspicions this chapter. She’s ceritnaly against Ironwood’s regime, but right now her focus seems to be on her father, which isn’t unfounded. But it’s hard to say where she stands regarding Ruby’s lie and working with Robyn at this point nor especially how she feels about Winter’s current stance.

Then we have Oscar. This was an interesting chapter for him. He’s been completely uninvolved in the Robyn stuff and we haven’t seen how he feels about Ruby’s choices since Chapter 3. But he was good here. We see him display a lot of maturity and hindsight. He’s pretty much seeing Ironwood trying to be like Oz, and he knows how that is a bad thing. He wants to side with Ironwood since he sees that he’s a good person… and he is. Ironwood is one of if not the most complex character in the series. He is a good person. He is caring, can be light-hearted, and ultimately does want to protect everyone and do what’s right. But he is also a very, very flawed person. He is allowing Mantle to suffer and be viewed as a dictator, which he puts off as not caring about even though it’s clearly tearing him up. He saw what happened last time when he had a huge army and usurped power for his own reasons, but here he is doing it again. He’s trying to shove away his emotions and trying to be this fearless leader who has all the answers and is doing what’s best, aka be like Ozpin. But he isn’t Oz, and no one should be. He is letting fear control him and compromising his morals to do what he views as the right thing, even if it means that innocents suffer. The Tin Man is throwing away his heart, just as the Cowardly Lion gave into his cowardice.

Oscar can see this. He gets it. Ironwood is a good man, but he’s so focused on his own goal that he’s disregarding everything else. He’s practically shoving away his humanity, the same thing that Salem lost a long time ago. The general is heading down a dark path. It’s like I said in my Opening Analysis, Ironwood’s hopes are shattered. He’s trying, but he doesn’t know what to do. He’s just lost, and he’s risking staying that way for good. IDK how much Oscar’s words actually helped, but I am glad to see him speaking his own thoughts. Not Oz’, his. We do see for a brief second that Oscar is still unhappy about being viewed as Oz and the eventual merger, which that seeming to be dropped was a big issue with him last volume. I still don’t feel like he’s getting proper development, but this is a start. He’s acting like his own person instead of needing Oz to guide him or worrying about if his thoughts are his own. This is very much what we needed from him, and I’m very happy to see it here.

Finally, let’s talk about Pietro and Penny. It’s clear that the last chapter broke Penny. Any time that we see her here, she’s either sad or anxious. She is completely quiet, a major contrast to her bubbly, energetic personality throughout the volume. Once more, the villains used her status as a root made by Atlas to turn the people against Ironwood. How she may look like this sweet little girl just trying to protect the people, but in reality, she’s just a weapon used to further oppress the people. Now people want her destroyed, even though despite being made of metal, she is human. She has a soul. She has a heart. She has genuinely good intentions and just wanted to do good. But now it’s pretty much impossible for her to be viewed as anything but a weapon. The poor girl deserves all the hugs in the world.

But it’s equally heartbreaking seeing Pietro’s reaction. He clearly loves enny. His creation. His daughter. His distraught over this is a feeling that any parent who sees their children suffering can relate to. But then the bombshell happens. We find out that Pietro gave up his own Aura, the manifestation of his soul, to bring enny to life. Twice. Something that’ clearly wearing him down, and it’s pretty likely that doing it again may very well mean his death. It’s… IDK how to express it. It’s so sad to see, but it’s so sweet that he was willing to do so to bring Penny to life, and he clearly loves her with all his heart. This might also mean that he’s the one who created the Aura Transfew tech, and he used it on himself to bring Penny to life. IDK if he extended it to jam Aura into another person, but he clearly developed the tech. Still, it’s… such a bittersweet backstory. It’s about a man who wanted to create life. To create something with a soul, and he succeeded… but it cost him his own soul. And now he has to watch his daughter suffer, helpless to do anything except hope that the one behind this is caught before she can be hurt anymore. It’s so heartbreaking, but comes across as so genuine and just makes me care about these two characters even more.

This was a very eventful chapter. The length of the Overview alone I think demonstrates that. But it was an excellent one and a perfect follow-up to last week. There’s so much tension and conflict, but you can look at all these characters and understand all of their decisions. Ironwood, Robyn, Nora, Ren, Blake, Yang, everyone. There is no clear cut good or bad choices here, just choices. Everyone is trying to do what they think is right, and no one is particularly wrong. But every choice has a consequence. Even with the best-case scenario of appealing to Robyn, there is uncertainty regarding what she’ll do or how far she’ll go. It could lead to the worst-case scenario. As Blake said, there are few if any good options left. Add in things like Penny and Pietro backstory, Tyrian stuff, and talk about the Staff of Creation, and we’ve got what may be the best chapter so far. It’s gonna be one Hell of a second half, especially with the DInner Party ahead. Speaking of…

Chapter Eight Predictions

Final chapter of the year, folks. Going off the past, this one is gonna be a doozy. We’re clearly going to the Schnee Manor, though IDK who all is gonna go aside form Ironwood and Winter. Sure WInter said ‘all’ but it’s hard to say if the main group would be tagging along. But I am for certain that Weiss is going to go. Not because she wants to, but because she feels she has to (if Jaques didn’t make it clear that she has to be included, of course). She suspects her father of rigging the vote and of his recent decisions, and she’s gonna want to know why. But the only way is to go back home, something that will be very, very difficult for her and Winter both. But if it means stopping her father and uncovering the truth, she’ll do it. Might not be the smartest thing to do, but she’d do it.

This could lead to a number of things. There’s, of course, the political drama between Jaques and Ironwood, cause that’s ALWAYS fun. But this will be the first time that we’ve seen the Schnee Manor (outside Jawues office in Chapter 4) since V4. I already worry about Klein’s fate since it was Whitley who answered Watts and not him, but he could still be there. Though I suspect that Weiss is going to find out otherwise. Whitley will most likely be there, and we’ll see if he keeps on with his facade or if it’s gonna slip. Maybe even see him and WInter interact finally. But the thing I’m most hoping for That we finally see Mama Schnee. It’s been so long, and this seems like the right time especially if Weiss is genuinely concerned for her after Jaques gaslighting. And haha… if so they’ll beat the DC Comic in showing her first by mere days. Great timing there! Whatever happens though… it’s not gonna be a pleasant night for everyone involved. Hope that the food is good, at least.

Episode Stats

Favorite Character: Nora Valkyrie, Pietro Polendina, James Ironwood, and Oscar Pine Favorite Scene: Nora telling off Ironwood and the Ironwood and Oscar talk Least Favorite Scene: The first minute or two, only cause it feels weird that we had the Grimm Attack last week that… just went nowhere. Favorite Voice Actor: David Fennoy (Pietro Polendina) Favorite Animation: Bees vs Robyn. Rating: 9/10

Final Thoughts

Dear God this is probably the longest review yet. And with where things are heading, they’re only gonna get longer. But damn… this has been by far the most complex volume and I am /loving it! SO many different conflicts between everyone, and you can understand everyone but see the problems with all of it. Good fights. Good expositions that don’t feel dragged, Good character interactions, and even more interesting choices made by characters. There are so many things that can happen form here, both good and bad. I feel more and more uncertain about things the more that it goes on, except that I love it. While IDK if it tops 3 and 6 yet in terms of enjoyment and we’ve still got six more chapters to go, this may very well be the best-written volume thus far.

[olivieblake]

fan letter :)

hi olivie! this is a bit long, but i wanted to write you some fan mail :))) i remember back when i started watching your vlogs and following your tumblr a couple months ago, i read one of your posts about feeling like your bucket is sometimes dry… and i immediately wanted to send you a message bc i really resonated with dry bucket seasons!! ah yes, the bucket occasionally empties despite being a longtime fan of your writing, i was still mostly a shy lurker (lol) as is everyone at first, I think so i just wrote a short anonymous ask and rambled about loving your fanfiction works from lethal combination, how to win, TCG, amortentia, essentially EVERYTHING written by you hahah… i was so glad that i sent it in after reading your incredibly nice response, and now i don’t feel so shy about submitting stuff openly~ that’s good! I say this a lot but I always prefer to know the username since anons all blur together anyway, i wanted to re-emphasize how appreciative i am of the person behind it all… because although i’m not *super* well-versed in the fanfiction community, i strongly believe that you are really a special author who *so evidently* cares about her readers by communicating not only through your writing, but also in your vlogs and consistent responses to submissions both short and (like this one) long! aw, thank you. I think most of us do care strongly about our readers, but I got lucky—mine are extraordinarily open with me, which allows me to be open with them as well.  i’m not sure if this can be said as a blanket statement, but i feel like sometimes it is not only a creator’s works that define them, but also their audience. it absolutely is! my audience is remarkably thoughtful. It encourages me to experiment and push the boundaries of my work more, because I know they are what I like to call “intellectually brave”—willing to challenge their own thoughts, to reframe their opinions if necessary, to try new worlds somewhat blindly. That curiosity is so valuable to me. it is always such a joy to read the messages from fellow fans (i feel so silly, but i constantly go on “like-binges” through your filling the bucket tag bc i want to affirm what everyone’s saying!!!) that’s totally fair. I have a very smart and often quite eloquent audience. i’m even encouraged by the trust that you place in us to not freak out (lol i’ve seen it happen with others) when you need to take time for yourself <3 sorry again about how long this is; i am on my last thought!! i get mildly overwhelmed just thinking about the amount you write in addition to the open dialogue you keep with all of us olivie-fans, which is why your video from a couple weeks ago really resonated with me… that even when things are difficult and you’re not feeling “peak you" - everything passes. it reminded me of the concept of *resilience* that i learned recently in my health psychology class. yes, resilience! that is one of my recurring motifs, because we all have it—it’s just sometimes challenging to recall. that even in the face of horrific events, human beings have the ability to adapt and overcome. and i am always so inspired when i see that *resilience* in you. that’s so kind of you, thank you sending you lots of love, and i hope both you and mr. blake are feeling better and getting good rest/recovery!! <3 <3 have a wonderful time hosting thanksgiving with the fam; your spread sounds INCREDIBLE!!! it was pretty good if I do say so myself much love, emmy thank you for this!