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whatifxwereyou · 2 years

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Lightning Part 28: Meeting Time

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 2021

Pairing: Kung Lao x Reader

Summary: And here we are. Shang Tsung has finally arrived- and so has Kung Lao.

A/N: It does not feel like Monday. Have a good one everyone. I hope I did this scene justice.

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“The time has come to end this.” The deep voice was commanding and powerful. You and Kano joined the others in the hall.

You were instantly on alert.

Shang Tsung.

Sorcerer from Outworld. You’d only seen him visions and read about him in books.

Behind him was none other than Sub Zero and warriors you didn’t recognize. Their presence was threatening. Armored. Ready for battle. Defensive.

Liu Kang and Kung Lao stood back-to-back and ready to defend their home.

Kung Lao was back! There was no time to celebrate. But he was safe for now which was a relief.

You held your arm up to signal to the others not to approach or instigate. Shang Tsung’s confident strut sent Kung Lao and Liu Kang backwards, ever on their guard. You all knew just how dangerous he was. The confidence and fearful aura that radiated from him had been well earned. Liu was worn down as though he’d received a thorough ass-beating. The air was frigid.

“Take whatever trophies you desire.” Shang Tsung stopped, and his eyes turned completely black. Your heart was beating practically out of your chest with fear. You remembered this from a vision. But this was not the same moment, not the one where you would jump into action. You had prepared for that but even with all your forewarning, it was impossible to know how it would turn out in the moment. Lao and Liu wouldn’t do anything stupid, not when faced with overwhelming odds. You didn’t think you stood a chance against Shang Tsung and his forces as they were. Not taken by surprise like this and with half your warriors unprepared. “But their souls are mine.”

Not if you had anything to say about it.

If you had to then you would close off the hall with ink. Kung Lao could help get them to safety with his arcana.

But there was no need. You had never been so relieved to see lightning strike in all your life. It crackled and the air was thick with electricity. Lord Raiden appeared within the spark, standing before his warriors to protect you.

“Silence!” His voice boomed like thunder and his staff struck stone with an echo. Shang Tsung, for all his confidence, stopped his approach but looked no less confident. In fact, you had the feeling that he was pleased to see Lord Raiden.

This was one hell of a power move on behalf of Outworld. It was one thing to hunt warriors with the mark who didn’t know their purpose. It was another to appear in the temple of a God and make threats.

“I have come to claim your world.”

Raiden was seething with fury. This was a dangerous standoff, and you were uncertain there was a good end for either side.

“You’re too late, Raiden.” His confidence was borderline arrogance. Yet he was almost charming, as threatening as he was. But you dismissed the thought. You’d never forget the vision of him stealing the life from Kung Lao. You would end this. Cole Young would end this. Outworld would not win the tournament.

“It is forbidden to claim victory until the tournament begins.” Raiden, not intimidated, stood his ground.

“You are correct, Thunder God.” Shang Tsung took a dangerous step closer, grin filled with malice. “But conflict outside of Mortal Kombat is not forbidden… besides,” he practically spat with vitriol, “the other Gods are too lazy to stop me.” His grin fell. “I have come for your souls.” His dark eyes took in the combatants you stood guard over. A wicked stare took you in before passing you over.

“You will leave this place at once, sorcerer.”

“These are your champions?” Shang Tsung was less than impressed. He thought you were laughable. He was trying to scare you. It was working. “Kill them.”

His warriors approached but Raiden slammed his staff into the ground. Lightning cracked. Thunder was so earsplitting that it was painful, but you kept on your guard. A barrier of electricity surrounded you and the rest of the temple, cutting it off from Shang Tsung and his warriors. The eyes on the head of Raiden’s staff were glowing with magic.

Shang Tsung didn’t move even with the barrier mere inches before him. He stared Raiden down.

“You think these tricks will protect you forever?” Shang Tsung backed down at last, beaten for the time being. Sometimes you forgot just how formidable Raiden was. “It’s only a matter of time.”

With that, Shang Tsung and his minions retreated. There was no relief seeing him leave. Turning to face the others, you were met with silence and confusion. It was one thing to be told what they were up against and another to see it in action.

Kano, of course, broke the tense silence. You rolled your eyes.

“Just circling back on those superpowers. It’s like a box of chocolates. Ya never know what you’re gonna get. Is it gonna be fireballs? Is it gonna be lightning, huh? It could be uh… it could be frisbee hat.” Kano’s arrogance was irritating as ever but after watching Shang Tsung fearlessly approach, he seemed rather insignificant. “No offense, whoever you are.”

Kung Lao turned confidently toward you. You couldn’t help but smile.

“The name is Kung Lao. Descendant of the Great Kung Lao. Grand Champion of the Order of Light.”

“Never heard of him.” Kano shrugged him off.

“Listen carefully, there is no time to waste.” Liu stepped next to his brother and looked to each of the combatants, his eyes stopping on you. The worry behind them was unlike any you had seen before. “Your training will begin immediately.”

You joined Kung Lao and Liu Kang then placed a nervous hand on Liu’s arm. “Are you okay?” You asked discreetly. He bowed in response.

“I was caught off guard. I’m fine.” He averted his eyes, so you let go of him and turned to Kung Lao who was looking rather serious. A rare day, indeed.

“I arrived just in time.” Lao looked to the combatants and then to you.

“You have no idea.” You finally relaxed a little. It was all happening. The time had finally come. Everything that you’d been training for was real. You were going to fight for your lives and the lives of everyone in Earthrealm. Nothing would ever be the same after this. “It’s good to see you.”

“Y/N.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his strong arms for a tight, comforting hug. You melted into him and slipped your arms around his middle. The kiss he placed at the top of your head made you smile so stupidly that you were glad your face was hidden against his chest.

“Here I thought you were sleeping with kindling over there.” Kano’s voice made you tense up again. “Really? Frisbee hat over fire hands?”

Cole’s frustrated sigh was audible and made you laugh.

“And who are you?” Kung Lao had briefly tensed up at the implication, but he wasn’t taking the bait either. You were proud of him for having mostly gotten jealousy out of his system. Mostly. He knew there was no reason to worry about you. You were in love, and you trusted each other.

“Kano. Leader of the Black Dragon.”

Kung Lao gave him a look as if to say he’d never heard of it.

“These are our warriors with the mark.” You said.

“Not blondie.” Kano pointed to Sonya with his thumb. “Just along for the ride. Sure you’re used to that by now, aren’t you sweetheart?”

“Has he been like this the whole time?”

“Yeah. Par for the course.” You couldn’t have been happier to hear Kung Lao’s voice, to see his face, and hold him in your arms. Even Kano couldn’t ruin the comfort of knowing he was safe.

“Now that you’re back, Lao, we must begin their training. As you can see, the need for it is dire. They must find their arcana. Without it, we are doomed. Time is running out.” Liu Kang was avoiding looking at you. It’d been a long time since he’d done that.

“I must speak with Lord Raiden first. Prepare them for training. I will join you as soon as I can.” Lao bowed his head. Liu Kang did so in return and then led the others down the hall. Kano’s voice was grating. You swore it traveled through the temple louder than anyone else’s. Lao placed a hand on your shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Should I worry for you? Put that guy in his place?”

“No, no. I can hold my own but… we should keep an eye on him. I have a bad feeling.” You smiled. Kano thought he was special, and the truth was… he wasn’t. The world was filled with men like him. “It’s so good to see you, you have no idea. I was worried.”

“I was worried about you too. I’m sorry it took so long to get back. But… I’m here now. We’re together now.” His hand engulfed your cheek and you leaned into it, resting your smaller hand over his. You both knew the significance of Shang Tsung’s appearance even if you didn’t say it.

“Liu’s right. We have to get to training them.”

“I know. Just… one more second in your arms, okay?” This was not how you were used to greeting Kung Lao after time apart. But you would make up for it when this was all over. Tucking your hair behind your ear, Kung Lao urged your chin up with his thumb. You rested your hands on his chest and as he leaned to capture your lips in his, you felt them curl into a smile. Usually, he would have just carried you away to your shared room for an intimate moment, but you didn’t have the time. This was too urgent. But this kiss was sweet as ever. “Okay, more than one second,” he muttered against your lips and urged his arms tightly around you. You laughed but swatted at his chest, pulling back even as he pursued that kiss further.

“We have work to do.” Your grin was stupid, you were sure. Kung Lao had that effect on you.

“I know, I know.”

“Important work.”

“I promise to be on my best behavior.”

And he would be. You knew that. Despite his joking there was a shadow hanging over him. Over you both. The shadow of death.

“Kung Lao.” Raiden’s commanding voice interrupted you. “We must speak at once.”

“Lord Raiden?” You stepped out of Kung Lao’s arms. “I need to speak with you too. It’s important.”

“Of course.” Lord Raiden was unnerved and that in itself was scary. You followed Raiden through the halls of the temple. In the craziness of Shang Tsung’s sudden appearance and the return of Kung Lao you had nearly forgotten your vision. If Cole Young was the child of legend, then you needed to train him and prepare him for what came next. The safety of your world and everyone in it lived and died by his hand.

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years

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— Your sex life with your emotionally stunted boyfriend has always been good, but not great. But practice makes perfect - even if it means accidentally making your boyfriend cum in his pants to realize that your power roles have been wrong this entire time. —

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pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+, cursing, fem!dom, sub!bakugou, bondage, sensory deprivation, spanking, pegging, sounding, slight degradation, oral

word count: 8,464

a/n: happy motherfucking birthday to my birthday triplet, @lady-bakuhoe!!!! jo i love you so much and well I decided to hell with it, Imma try to give you the subby bakugou you deserve. I hope you had an amazing day today and know youre one year more hotter than the last!!!! continue writing with that amazing talent you have, and I hope you enjoy!!!

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When you said you were a virgin before getting with Bakugou Katsuki, you meant it.

Your experience outside of the large and rather aggressive blond was limited. You had your crushes, your significant others, and the random people you’ve made out with. Each and every instance in which you would join with another never made it past a brush against the other’s lips and the occasional press of tongues.

It did not surprise you in the slightest bit that Bakugou Katsuki — Ground Zero — was also a virgin. At least, it made sense since he was always working and said he’s kissed fewer people than he had quirks. The relationship the two of you had was quite educational on many levels, and it shocked you how intense and amazing it was given that it held so many firsts for the two of you.

But if you were being honest — brutally honest — you weren’t happy with one part of your life with him. Your sex life was, by all means, healthy. The two of you typically screwed like bunnies in heat whenever you had the time, and even when there wasn’t time, you found a way. But there was something off. No matter how fast, how strong, his hips snapped into you, no matter how far he stretched your legs or made you beg for his cock, it felt off.

There was no reason for it to feel wrong! After all, he did leave you feeling like your body was made of putty! However, you could not shake the feeling that there was something off, that there was something terribly wrong with the two of you fucking like this, but you couldn’t figure out for the life of you what exactly was wrong.

However, it was not the time to think about this, no, not at all.

After being gone from your shared apartment for over two weeks due to an extended undercover mission, you were more than grateful to be back in his arms. The second you had walked through the doors, Bakugou was on you. At first, he was coddling, his hands making sure that you weren’t severely injured, checking off whatever mental list he had despite you saying that the hospital cleared you.

“Those idiots still don’t know what they’re doing,” he grumbled, inspecting your body, checking for anything and everything that could be wrong. “Looks like they did a decent job this time…”

You smiled up at his grouchy face, the way that the creases in his face smoothed over when he ran his fingers against your skin made your heart flutter. But there was no rest for the weary; Bakugou shoved you over to the kitchen to force-feed your food.

Only after taking a shower and brushing your teeth did he finally allow you to kiss him, and fuck was it everything you’d been craving for days now.

There weren’t enough words in the world to describe the intoxicating sensation that was Bakugou’s lips against yours. The only thing you could comprehend is that while his lips pressed against yours, it sent this chill down your spine that you could never ignore. With the both of you awkwardly sitting next to each other, twisting your spine to continue this sensual make out sensation, Bakugou moved to press you against the mattress, obviously wanting this to lead to more.

You hissed at the feeling of the mattress against your shoulder blade, an aching bruise, unfortunately, disturbing the pleasure of making out with your boyfriend.

“Fuck, sorry,” Bakugou mumbled, dragging you onto his waist instead. You could barely remember what it was like to be on top of him, straddling him like this.

From what you’d explored and educated yourself on, men with Bakugou’s personality tended to stay on top. He had such a commanding presence — a demanding force that could never be ignored if you valued your life. Because of that, you had always assumed he would forever be on top, and to be honest, he hadn’t been proving that wrong.

He was always on top, commanding you with everything he did.

So it was weird to be straddling his waist the way that most people do when topping. But still, you were missing him, and your body burned with the need to have him in every single intimate way that night. You wanted to see his thighs tremble with suppressed need when your lips wrapped around his cock, the way his breathing turned ragged when he slammed into you from behind, contorting your body so that his chest was pressed into your back.

The thought of the euphoric sensations that you had been missing sent a lulling fire to your core, a pleasurable chill rolling down your spine. Grunting against his warm lips, you sighed when his hands pressed against your hips. Without really thinking it out, you moved your hips against his crotch, the feeling of his hardening cock beneath you, pressing against your core, sent shivers through your skin.

Again, you rolled your hips against Bakugou, and he stilled beneath you. It confused you, the way that his fingers loosened their grip against your waist as if he didn’t like what you were doing. Furrowing your eyebrows, you pressed your mouth harder against his, trying to ignite his aggressive nature. Your hips ground harder against his, the friction between your shorts and his jean pants making your core beat in time with your heart, and his boner even more apparent.

But he wasn’t moving.

You stilled finally, uncomfortableness filling you, a disturbing uneasiness scorching your veins because there was nothing in you that could explain what this was. Did he not like this?

“Don’t s-stop,” he growls, his fingers tightening against your waist. Your eyes widened, opening to look at Bakugou’s closed eyes and flustered face.

Did he like this?

Your lips were against his again, pressing hot and wet kisses against his mouth. Your eyes remained partially open, enjoying the way that his eyes scrunched close whenever you circled your hips in a spiral. Or the way his nostrils flared when you moved to slide up and down his clothed cock. Acting as if you were merely riding it.

His breathing became louder, and your grinding became more unforgiving to his small pleas.

Soon enough, you were rocking on his hips, the feeling of his hard cock throbbing between the layers of cloth thrilling you in such beautiful ways.

“B-Baby,” Bakugou hissed at a particular roll of your hips that shifted his cock to the side, your mouth was marking his neck, and a fire ignited within you at the way his pale skin flushed darker. “Fuck if you don’t fucking stop with that shit imma—”

“You’re gonna what?” you mock, your hands moving to press below where your ass was dragging against his jeans, hoping that you were palming where his balls were. “What’s gonna happen if I don’t stop, Katsuki?”

A rugged, near animalistic, moan escaped Bakugou’s pretty, bruised lips, his hands ensnaring themselves against your hips, his hips bucking wildly against yours. A thrill-like excitement fired through every nerve in your body when you came to counter his every move. A giggle tearing through your neck at the feeling of his throbbing cock against your blazing core.

“Holy fuck—”

“Do you need to cum, baby?” you coo, your hips now dragging and circling against his crotch faster than he could slam up against you, quickly overwhelming him. Your fingers threaded in his hair and pulled at the roots hard.

Your teeth gently nipped at his skin, and you watched his jaw go slack. A low, long moan escaped his mouth, his eyes fluttering open, but his eyes were rolled to the back of his head, keeping you from seeing the way his pupils were blown.

Slowly, your continuous grinding stopped, but a weird and wet sensation pressed into you. You were more than familiar with how it felt to have your slick against your panties, the cold warmth was familiar to you. But this was different; this was hot and seemed to be seeping into you. Pulling away, you smiled at the different sized hickies and bite marks on his slender neck before looking down at his crotch.

It was darker than the other parts of his jeans, and you realized with victorious cockiness that you had made him cum in his pants.

“Don’t,” he snapped, having seen your reaction and knowing that teasing was well on its way. Bakugou Katsuki, who could last for hours in bed, had cum in his pants from a mere prepubescent grinding in less than five minutes.

But what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t tease him?

Leaning down so that your lips ghosted the shell of his ear, you murmured, your voice dropping in pitch while your fingers roamed his tight chest.

“I didn’t know you were such an easy whore.”

You always thought you had a solid understanding of Bakugou. You bet that he would have slammed you over, while still being cautious of your injury, and slam into you until your toes were curling with your impending orgasm, his words sharp and heavy against your throat while he tried to prove his alpha male energy to you.

What you didn’t guess, what you would have never assumed once in your entire life, was that his cock would twitch underneath you, becoming hard once again. Intoxicating pleasure bubbled through your body when you looked at Bakugou, his vermillion eyes locking on yours in embarrassed lust. Your lips perked into a knowing smirk, the revelation of what had been wrong in your sex life coming to light at that very moment.

He was at a loss for words, but you?

Never.

“Who knew the great Bakugou Katsuki liked being talked dirty to.”

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It had been a long day.

After wrapping up with your dinner celebration with your friends, you were excited to get home. Bakugou hadn’t worked today, unlike you, and thus had been antsy for your arrival back home. You were in no rush, with the following day booked free for the both of you — something the both of you had agreed upon — you were taking your sweet time.

You pressed your apartment ID to the scanner, the pitched beep letting you know that you were able to walk in now. In you strolled, the small, powerful clicks of your heels hitting the shiny waxed floors echoed with every step. You greeted the reception desk with a little wave, continuing your walk to the stairs.

A small buzz of your phone letting you know that you were five minutes late. However, it made no impact on the way you strolled through the hallway of your floor, smiling courteously at your neighbors. Hell, you were so uncaring of your lateness that you even made some small talk with the elder who was hard of hearing next door to you.

Your hands remained in your trench coat, something you had been wearing all night casually after coming back home before the dinner engagement. With another ten minutes gone, you bid your neighbor goodbye before entering your apartment.

Typically upon arriving home, especially with knowing that Bakugou was home all day, you would take off your heels, place on your slippers, take off your coat, and meet him in the kitchen while announcing your presence. But not today.

Today was different.

The shiny marble floors were spotless and gleaming despite the darkness of the hallway. The soft clicks of your heels hitting the floor echoed in the hall, something shivered down your spine when you came across the only closed door in the apartment. With a single deep inhale, you opened the door, and you were met with the mess you had left behind.

“I’m home!” you called cheerfully with a silver lining of pride.

On the bed, sweating, muffled, and a cum stained Bakugou lay writhing on the bed top. On his eyes lay a blindfold, thick opaque black fabric wrapped tightly around his face. On his ears were noise-canceling headphones, most likely keeping him from hearing your entrance. In his mouth, say a gag that was wet with his saliva, the orange ball moving with every press of his tongue whenever he moaned. A gleaming black spread bar sat at his feet, his ankles attached to the black cuffs, and his wrists were also separated centimeters away from his ankles, leaving him pressed on his back, knees angled, showing off his angry purple cock. Even from the door, you could see the pre-cum dripping from his cock despite the snug ring around him. But of course, before you could truly enjoy the scene, you stepped closer to him, and then you saw it.

The black jeweled butt plug sat glittering in his ass, the low humming telling you that it was still, in fact, vibrating.

A victorious smile spread across your face; he had stayed like this without destroying a single toy.

Improvement.

Adjusting your trench coat so that your cleavage could be seen through the sliver of the fabric, you walked forward, grinning at the thought that he was oblivious to your return home. Strangled moans continued to perk from his mouth, not quite the loud reaction you wanted. Licking your lips, you nestled a knee onto the mattress, and the bed fell with your weight.

Immediately Bakugou snapped his head towards you. Even though he couldn’t see, you knew that if he could, his eyes would be glued onto you. Vermillion irises maroon with fury and lust, oh how your pup loved to act like he hated this when he loved it.

“I’m home,” you repeat, moving his headphones off his ears. Emitting from the speakers is the white noise that made your presence unknown to him when you had walked in. A smirk pulled against your painted lips, your body leaning close to his musky body, “Did you miss me?”

Your fingers dragged down his jaw, the muscle glaring under your gentle touch as if you were hurting him.

“Now now, pet,” you grin, seeing his body tense at the nickname. He hated that one. “I’m so glad that you managed to keep everything in one piece while I was gone!”

There was a rough grunt, Bakugou letting you know that he did not appreciate being left behind like this. But you didn’t care so much about his disapproval; after all, it wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy being kept up like this, but more that you had teased the ever-loving shit out of him before whispering that you had plans and would be back at a later time.

Mimicking his muffled disapproval, your lips attached to his adam’s apple, the prominent muscle shaping your lips, bobbing in unheard ecstasy when you kissed him. Your teeth dragging against his sensitive skin so absolutely calmly that when red rises appeared on his skin, you chuckled.

“Aren’t you so fucking pretty,” you moan, your hands massaging your breasts through your trench coat, small sparks of pleasure coursing through you at the sight of his bucking hips.

He wanted more, he needed more.

“I left you for less than two hours, and you’ve cum... once... twice? Such a good boy—“ your fingers trace the underside of his twitching and leaking cock— “good boys deserve rewards, don’t they?”

Against your lips, you can feel his head nodding slowly. He was never one to admit defeat, not even in bed, such a fucking brat. Your body shifted so that you were now straddling his chest, making sure to avoid his throbbing and needy cock. You wouldn’t give him the pleasure of your slowly heating cunt; no, not yet.

“Moan once for me to take the blindfold off,” you articulate against his chin, your lips peppering soft kisses against his trembling skin. Your finger raked down his chest, treasuring the feeling of his tense and flexed muscles. Fuck, did they get you going. “Moan twice for me to take off the gag.”

And then there was silence.

You waited for Bakugou to make his decision, the clock in the room ticking softly with each passing second. But whereas your boyfriend was short of temper outside of the bedroom, you were short of temper in it.

Fisting your hands in his hair, you yanked his pretty ash-blond hair backward. His head snapped back, his neck perfectly visible to you. His skin was covered in red lipstick and bruises left behind by you. Again you watched his adam’s apple bob with his moan, and you took that as his answer.

“I had hoped you would agree about the blindfold, I fucking love the way you look at me when you’re a muted bitch...” you mewl in his ear taking victory in the way his chest heaves.

Your fingers moved behind his hair, the low muffled groan escaping Bakugou’s mouth when you unwrapped the blindfold from his head, sending a low throb through your body. Fuck, you loved him so much.

Vermillion eyes met yours, the angry red that summed up his personality so well, thrilling you with the lustful need that he will always deny. “Oh, baby boy, don’t you look like you need some help.”

The words leaving your mouth are teasing, and you’re not sure if Bakugou’s blinking rapidly in his attempt to adjust to the light or because he’s questioning you. Either way, it mattered not.

Your hand quickly located his hard and hot cock behind you, your fingers kneading the hard member while staring at his fluttering eyelids. “How many times did you cum when I was gone, ‘suki?” your hands are insistent against his cock, the twitching skin untamable under his torture and your ministrations. “Blink for me, tell me how many times you’ve cum!”

Bakugou glared at you, but it was like being frowned at by a child.

Empty.

Weak.

Submissive.

Your lips curved into a grin when he blinked once, heat spreading sinfully slowly through your body. Twice he blinked, and a shiver of excitement went through your body.

“I’m so proud,” you moan in complete seriousness. “You deserve to cum in my mouth... don’t you agree?”

While being dominant in the relationship, there were times where even Bakugou made you feel like the roles were reversed. His glare was intense, drinking in your clothed form on top of him. His vermillion eyes unshakable when you slowly peeled off the trench coat.

One silky smooth shoulder was exposed first, your breathing pitching because of his gaze. Then the next shoulder was exposed, and you felt his body shift under you as if he could tell that his gaze was influencing you. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, recompose yourself.

Your eyes slowly opened, your gaze hooded, low, in control.

Teeth digging into your bottom lip, you slowly peeled off the rest of the trench coat. His eyes widened, gagged words sounding from his mouth when you dropped the coat onto the floor.

On your body was lingerie: black, orange, and green.

It was Ground Zero inspired lingerie with a garter belt that looked similar to his own. His hips began to buck maniacally, an act that you knew all to well. He wanted you to press your sweet ass against his cock, give him the sensation to cum once again around the cock ring.

But you were still in control.

Your hand came harshly against his rib cage, a stinging slap that caused him to snarl against the gag. Drool angrily dripping from the corner of his mouth. Such a ferocious fucking beast, yet her he was being topped so easily. Who fucking knew.

“Don’t ruin your chances at having a good orgasm,” you warn menacingly, enjoying the way he shuddered in sickened pleasure when your tongue dragged from his chin to the tip of his nose, unfazed by the ball drenching in his saliva.

But it seems that your warning makes its way to Bakugou’s senses.

Sliding down his body, you smirk at the way his head thrashes back against the pillows when your body finally makes contact with his cock. You want more of that from him, you needed more of that from him.

“Now ‘suki,” you giggle when you find yourself at his feet.

Your fingers traced the backside of his thighs, occasionally brushing against the vibrating butt plug that made him react deliciously. Seeing him behave this way, knowing that it’s you making him feel this way sent that heated throbbing to your core. You could feel your slick expelling against your panties when his eyes stared at you, begging for you to do something other than caress his thighs.

“Fine, fine,” you giggle, your mood intensifying immediately.

Both your hands latched onto his cock suddenly, and Bakugou flinched against your hold. Slowly you removed the ring from his body, and his hips quivered with anticipated relief.

“Someone was eager for that to come off,” you playfully note at his wistful expression. A noise that could only be transcribed as: “well duh, you fucking idiot!” came from him, and you smirked.

Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock. The angry purple head seemed to sizzle against your cold saliva, and the taste of his salty pre-cum, along with the dried cum on his cock, invaded your senses. Fingers continued to stroke and massage his throbbing cock, and your tongue pressed flat against the slit in his head. His yelp of overstimulation sent your body straight to heaven while your ass wiggled in the air.

Hollowing out your cheeks, you let your teeth scrape gently against his skin, and you knew he was singing your name.

Further, you went down against his length, the more your tongue wrapped around his girthy cock. Teeth dragging against the bulging veins on his member. If only you could really hear him scream your name, you wanted him to beg you to do what he loved most, scream your name until his throat was hoarse and your elderly neighbor would wonder what was going on in your room the next morning.

He did this to you, you wanted to do this to him. Please let this happen.

Your eyes locked with his fluttering ones, he was finding it hard to keep them open, and that was all you needed. Shifting your hand to the base of his cock, you willed yourself lower against his trembling hips. The feeling of his cock pressing further down your throat thrilling you, he wasn’t thrusting his hips, he was adhering to you.

But fuck was he thick. You could feel his cock stretching out your throat, the slick and heated skin almost imprinting itself against his cock. More, you willed yourself when your hand sharply twisted the base of his cock. An unrestrained scream of pleasure resonated from Bakugou, and his hips subconsciously thrust further into your mouth.

Tears pricked into your mouth while Bakugou pathetically thrust into your mouth, the spreader bar keeping him wonderfully in check. Your free hand shifted to his balls, grabbing onto the sack and gently kneading it. With one low groan from your throat, it was over for Bakugou.

His body stiffened underneath you, and fiery sticky hot cum squirted into your mouth, shooting straight down your relaxed throat. Moaning softly, you rose from his cock, strings of saliva attaching his body from yours.

Making an effort to show that you had swallowed his cum. His chest rose and fell with his ragged breathing, a testament to his suppressed orgasms this entire time.

“Delicious,” you coo, your eyes lids heavy when you stare at him. “I do wonder how much you’ll like this next one. But, for me to do that, I’m going to have to let you free from the gag...”

Your voice dipped with disappointment, there was no denying that you loved gagging Bakugou. Having him desperately try to engage in verbal war while fucking sent pleasurable waves through your core, but you knew you needed access to his voice for this.

Without much hesitation, you removed the gag from his mouth, and immediately he started yelling at you.

“Y/n! You fucking bitch! You left me

here for longer than you promised!” Bakugou spat at you, his chest heaving while he continued on his rant about disrespect. “I swear once I get out of these fucking stupid ass restraints, I’m going to— holy shit!”

“What were you gonna do?” you bat your eyes when you attach the nipple clamps on his protruding nipples. “Tell me, ‘suki, I wanna know!”

“You’re a fucking cunt,” he ragged despite the flush of happiness tainting his words.

“You’re fucking my cunt, that’s for sure,” you grin, adjusting the pillow so that he could see you comfortably.

“Shitty stupid woman, I’ll fucking kill you,” Bakugou growls at you, but that excitement in his eyes and body is undeniable. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Wordlessly, you picked up what seemed like a metal probe. It was cold in your touch and relatively thin, no bigger than led on a pencil.

“You remember our safe word?” you mumble, applying a generous amount of lube to the probe.

“Of fucking course I do,” he snapped, but his feet were clenched in his slight nervousness of the insertion.

“Good.”

Taking his once again hard cock, your finger circled around his urethra. The head of his cock had diminished from the angry purple to deep pink. With a final breath, you pressed the probe to the tip of his urethra and entered it.

The sound and image that Bakugou made the second the probe invaded his body was something you wanted to forever remember. The pitched moan of your name that sent his head digging further into the pillows, his face scarlet with undeniable pleasure. His tongue fell out of his mouth, his panting desire was so hot you swore you could see his foggy breath in the air.

Your fingers were now off the probe and watched as gravity did the rest of the work. It slowly entered, and the jittery cries of Bakugou sent fire to your core.

“You masochist,” you moan, your fingers shoving your panties to the side to feel the slick of your essence thick against your skin. “Of course, you would like this!”

No longer able to wait, your fingers plunged into your sopping heat, and you let out a strangled moan. Your walls clenched around your moving fingers, the pressure of your arousal alleviating at the sensation of your scissoring fingers. You imagined that instead, you were riding Bakugou’s cock well after he was fully overstimulated, a babbling, slobbering mess because of you.

You wanted him to scream that he was yours and only yours.

Your fingers slammed faster into you at the way Bakugou’s hips slammed into the empty air as if by doing that, he would somehow find solace in something hot and wet like your pussy.

“More,” he strangled out. The command caught you off guard, the feeling of your orgasm vanishing at his demand. “Fucking hell, do fucking more to me, please!”

“More?” you pant.

You two had broken the vibrator by accident last session, a reminder to you that you shouldn’t fuck Bakugou against the wall. His legs were more powerful than you had given them credit for.

Your fingers grasped the vibrating butt plug from his ass. The toy had been on its highest mode for the entirety of the night. A nod to how resilient Bakugou had been. And at the sudden removal, Bakugou choked his asshole clenching in its disappearance.

But you had a job to do.

Forgetting your dripping pussy, you pressed the vibrating plug against the head of the probe.

The primal scream that left Bakugou's throat almost made you cum on the spot, however. His hips bucked wildly against the vibration, wanting more, needing more.

“Such a needy bitch,” you laugh, thoroughly enjoying the way your sometimes a jerk of a boyfriend was begging for more. Pleading that he was yours, only yours. “Do you need to cum again?”

“Holy f-fuck,” his voice cracks, the spreader bar bending under his will. “Please let me cum, y/n, p-please let me cum — FUCK!”

Removing the probe, you simultaneously yanked on the nipple chain and watched in fascinated thrill when his cum spurted from the tip of his cock. But you were several steps ahead and had once again surrounded his cock with your mouth.

The thick and sticky liquid filled your mouth, but you didn’t swallow while Bakugou panted in an attempt to control his breathing. Sitting up, your finger traced the bottom of your lip, hoping that nothing spilled out. Crawling up over Bakugou’s body, your lips glided across his sweaty chest, relishing in the way he twitched against you.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you fucking jacking off watching me,” Bakugou points out as if that was enough to warrant away your ability to dom in this relationship. As if he wanted it back.

But you cared not about what he had to say.

Finally, you pressed your mouth against his, and he immediately stopped his verbal anarchy. His mouth was insistent against yours, begging for you to do more with your mouth outside of this virgin lip kissing. So you gave him what he was hoping for, your tongue pushed through your lips, the taste of his cum saturated heavy on your tongue.

His mouth opened to yours, and you finally allowed your jaw to go slack.

Slowly, his thick and heavy cum dribbled out of your mouth and into his. Your eyes hazy in lust and power, Bakugou’s hazy in his submission and desire. Your eyes were locked until the very last of his cum dribbled back into his mouth, and he swallowed it.

“Such a good boy,” you hum, your fingers massaging his pectorals while he swallowed his cum with a grimace. “Don’t you taste fucking delicious?”

His eyes open to look at you, dissatisfaction profoundly evident on his face. He never liked swallowing his cum until—

“Fuck that was so hot,” you sigh against the corner of his mouth, your lips pressing senselessly against him.

“Shut the hell up, that was gross,” he whimpered with as much bite as he could muster.

“But don’t you think you deserve to be rewarded even more?” you giggle.

Your fingers traced along the curved spreader bar; this was the fifth one that Bakugou had bent over the year. It was inevitable, of course, with how strong he was, and just how much you pushed him. But the sight of the bar that was sold under the pretense of not being able to be bent, curved as delicately as it could be made you shiver in excitement.

“Let’s get you out of this, baby,” you grin, pulling the restraints free from his body.

Bakugou slumped over on the bed, his body tense, and he groaned loudly at the freedom of being free from the somewhat limiting position. But while he was slowly adjusting to his newfound freedom, you were actions ahead.

Sliding off the bed, you reached for the harness and strap on that had been calling for the both of you for some time now.

Your eyes locked on his own, a smirk on your face as you slip your legs through the ties. Fastening them tight around your thighs as you jut out your hip in a sultry fashion for Bakugou when it’s done. It’s tight against your legs, enough for you to feel the low throbbing of your heartbeat, but you enjoyed that feeling. Bakugou groans, his body sprawled out onto the bed as you saunter towards the bed.

Why did you look sensuous like that?

Bakugou feels you climbing onto the bed, your hair tickling his cheeks as you lean down above him. “On your knees, bitch,” you whisper into his ear, your teeth nibbling his earlobe.

“Like fucking hell, I will,” Bakugou barks, but he does as commanded.

Biting your lower lip, you stand up on the bed staring at Bakugou, who presses up off the bed and onto his knees.

Grabbing the cold dildo in your hand, and his chin in your other, you watched his lips curl into a snarl. Oh Bakugou, he never was one to submit even though he was quite the bottom.

“Open that pretty little mouth of yours up,” you sigh, pressing the dildo against his mouth.

“Like hell, I will,” Bakugou grits with his teeth clenched closed.

“I wasn’t asking,” you snapped, pressing a nerve on his neck, which forced Bakugou’s mouth open and thrust your dildo in.

You shuffled your stance, nearing Bakugou. Your core throbbed deliciously at the sight of his hard cock in below you, and his scarlet cheeks intensifying with the thick dildo in his mouth. His large hands grabbed at your thighs as he stared up at you, vermillion eyes watering with his strained tears as you sigh contently. Rubbing smoother circles into his scalp, you watched as his pink tongue slipped out to lick the dildo’s tip. With a triumphant smirk, you pushed your strap further down his mouth, groaning as his cheeks hollowed, and his fingers grabbed your thighs tight enough they would leave bruises. He began to bob his head along the length, tongue swirling around the underside of the plastic cock, feeling the fake veins brushing against his moaning mouth.

“You can do better than that,” your voice was low, sultry, and taunting. Bakugou let out a growl that immediately set your core on fire, and you slipped the cock from his wet cave, making you groan as he fisted it into his broad palm, the sight incredulously hot seeing how he was pretending that it was real.

Bakugou moved his hands back to your thighs, and your fingers carted through his hair. His scalp was slightly sweaty, and you took pleasure in the way that his eyes fluttered closed periodically. But your fingers moved down stroking along his cheeks almost delicately, catching him by surprise. Your fingers slipped into his mouth. His eyes hooded over, his hot breathing and saliva coating your fingers while you run your fingers against his tongue. You groaned at the lewd position you were in, his intense eyes focused on every move you made. Your eyes lowered to his beading cock and smirked when his cock twitched in front of you. Your tongue flicking out of your mouth when he panted, the sight of the bead of pre-cum on his tip, making your pussy clench in anticipation.

“Look at you, you filthy slut.” you hum pressing your fingers roughly against his tongue, activating Bakugou’s gag reflexes instantly. Bakugou’s tongue delicately wrapped around your fingers, not sucking on it, because even if he was a brat, he knew better.

But you wanted to see Bakugou choking on your strap.

You removed your fingers from his mouth and grabbed onto his face, moving him closer to your length. Brushing the head against his tongue Bakugou moved against your hold, most definitely trying to get further on your strap. Slowly, spit began to gather at the corners of his mouth, so you laughed almost cruelly, “Desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Like hell I am,” Bakugou snapped despite the desire cracking in his voice and ever so desperate in his eyes.

You laughed almost incredulously, grinning down at him when you pushed your cock inside his wet mouth, pulling it out slowly while you watched his eyelids close. You pulled his palm back, keeping your nondominant thumb in his mouth to land a slap against his cheek to keep him focused, it wasn’t half as hard as Bakugou was usually expecting from you, and he almost growled at the softness you were giving him.

You could change that.

You drove your dildo forward again, pushing it deeper within his mouth this time so that you could feel the familiar barrier of your length hitting the back of his throat. The motion causing his gag reflex to kick in as Bakugou spluttered against you. His fingers dropped to the back of your knees, his choking noises increasing with every slam of your hips. Your thumb kept his mouth wide open even while he was gagging continuously when you drove the cock further down his length. Each thrust had him reeling against your hold, drool slobbering out of his mouth as he tried to desperately breathe through your nose, groaning against the dildo’s length. It sent powerful vibrations along the dildo that you could feel even with the harness.

Bakugou’s eyes began to water at the slightly painful sensation, and tears slipped down his cheeks, your hips thrusting into him forcefully. “Take my cock so damn good baby,” you coo, and you gripped his hair tightly within your fingers, holding onto his roots so tightly that Bakugou cried in pleasure-filled pain. You stared down into his desperate eyes, and it fueled something primal in you, and so with your upper lip curling into a snarl, you shoved your entire length down his throat.

Bakugou’s eyes slammed open, the choking and gagging noises emitting from Bakugou’s throat with his nose buried into the harness made your cunt clench in need. You gasped in an attempt to control the throbbing pleasure you were having seeing him like this. “Relax, baby,” you instruct, your fingers moving down his neck. You could feel the way that his throat swelled with the dildo far down his throat. You laughed in mirth, his head pushing against your hands, but you were too delighted at the feeling of your dildo in his throat that you missed it.

“You look so beautiful like this,” your hands moved back to clutch his hair, fingers digging into his roots as you used it as leverage to push him against your length. “You love me face-fucking you, don’t you? Do you like it when I have you choking around it like some common slut? Such a whore for my strap.”

You pulled away from him, the pained breathing he made to recapture the lost air from his lungs sent goosebumps rising all over your arms. His choking moans vibrated around your length while he let you manipulate him. The wet sounds of the dildo in his mouth in works with the speed of your thrusting was enough to send your own eyes rolling back. This is what you loved.

Fuck.

But you needed to fuck him somewhere else.

Pulling away from his mouth, you shoved him onto his ass, “Hands and knees.”

Bakugou heaved for air, his chest ragging, but nonetheless, he shifted over to the position you ordered. Ass in the air, spluttering noises still heavy on his mouth.

“So fucking desperate,” you taunt, your index finger sliding past his tight hole. “I haven’t even fucking started fucking your asshole with my strap, and you look ready to cum.” You ease it in as Bakugou lets out a string of curses, his body trembling as he falls onto his forearms. Your tongue pokes out, savoring the way that his hot asshole clenches around your finger. How he was going to survive this thicker dildo was beyond you.

“Does this feel good, ‘suki?” you rhetoric, your finger curling within him, touching the soft walls of his rectum.

“F-FUck no, it doesn’t, oh my god, y/n,” Bakugou stifles a wail while he thrusts his hips out towards you, trying to fuck himself against you.

Your finger makes it all the way in, and Bakugou cries out your name as you begin to move it back out.

Your finger thrusts into him, and his hips tremble with resulting lust and need. Your hips shifting in your own excitement and discomfort from your own ignored need in the way he trembles. His chest falling to the mattress as you continue thrusting into him. Bakugou’s moans stirring you on as you add another finger.

“This doesn’t e-even feel t-that gOOD!” Bakugou snaps while you work your fingers in a circle, and you don’t bother to respond back, choosing to instead slap his ass so hard that an imprint was left behind immediately.

He makes audible gawking noise, his spluttering dismissing his faux angered words. You chuckle as your free hands trail up and down his muscular thigh, pinching and pulling at his skin until his ass clenches rapidly against your fingers, and your name was a broken record on his tongue. Your hand moves up his inner thigh and then grabs his hard cock.

Bakugou let out a silent scream when you began to fist his length, the simultaneous activation of his cock and his anus making him drool. You watched his scarlet face pressed into the pillow, his eyes not focused at all in his pleasure with a puddle of drool, holy fuck did that make your clit throb. “You’re taking my fingers so good, whore,” you groan against his rippling back muscles, your teeth biting into the sensitive skin. “I hope this feels as good as you’re making it look.”

Bakugou spasms as your nails ripple against the puffy the walls of his hole. He’s nearly crying, and his pathetically desperate gasps turn you on further. Your hand that is moving down his length his fisting him as you go. A sadistic smile on your face as his cries continue. His body trembling. Your fingers moving in a wave-like function as he gasps so desperately it was almost impossible to say that it was anything but art.

Your cunt is now throbbing at the sight of your boyfriend like this. Your heart hammered in your chest, the adrenaline rush of seeing Bakugou being unable to do anything but babble incoherently made your thighs scorching hot. Your other hand releases his twitching cock, flicking his beading tip as you pull back. Bakugou’s pleading gasps making you laugh as you slap his ass again.

“Don’t worry,” you say, grabbing the lube and placing a large amount onto the dildo. “I hope you’re ready for my cock, seeing that you were barely able to take two fingers, I wouldn’t be surprised to see that you tap out of my cock.”

“E-Excuse me?” Bakugou pants, his eyes unfocused but still staring at you while you stretch your back out contently.

“Think it’s too big to fit inside you, Katsuki?” you taunt with a pout; your hand shows off the cock that’s thicker than his own dick. “Maybe I should’ve gotten a smaller one—”

“Fucking try it, I’ll make it fit.”

For the first time in a while that night, Bakugou’s eyes are full of determination and fury of being looked down upon.

“Good.”

Bakugou shudders when he whimpers softly, the noise setting a small shiver down your spine when your tongue presses centimeters above his asshole. It sent Bakugo almost slamming entirely onto the bed, and maybe next time, you would remember to eat his ass out. But you didn’t have that in mind for now.

“You’re doing so well,” you praise pressing the head of the black dildo onto his asshole, the head pressing into his clenching pert hole. Your grin widening when Bakugou’s hips stuttered beneath your, a failed attempt of getting you further within him and trying not to give out entirely on you. “Now, you’re going to take my cock like a good little slut, and I don’t want to hear a single moan, groan, cry, or word.”

Bakugou’s husky voice lets out a splutter, and you shiver at the feeling as you move your hips forward. The head of the dildo sinking entirely into his awaiting hole.

“You didn’t make a sound, I’m impressed, you’re normally such a loud bitch.”

One of your hands moving up to rub soothing circles on his back as you pushed deeper inside him. Bakugou replied with pitched noise, his back muscles flaring with every small movement of yourself. Rutting his hips back into you as you entered utterly inside him, bottoming out entirely so that your thighs pressed against his ass.

But you do not wait for him to adjust entirely because he’s done this before, and he loves it when you’re rough. Your thighs twitch with your anticipation, and your hands find their reins in Bakugo’s hair, and with a small shift of your hips, you drive into him while slamming his head back. The pool of heat within you intensifies as Bakugou’s back arches more intensely then you’ve ever seen him arch before.

“Don’t be a fucking pussy!” He snaps, and you smirk, your thighs slamming heavily onto his ass, the spanking noises sending chills down your spine.

“Learn how to take my cock better first,” you taunt, and Bakugou dares to laugh, his head nodding in his emotional disarray.

“Make me.” Bakugou staggers as your hips roll into his ass.

A shriek of pleasure leaves his lips as you begin accelerating your hips against his ass. Your pace a lot faster than it has ever been. You began to plunge your hips against him, your fingers yanking at his roots so harshly you swore that you were ripping hair clean off his head. But you were also lost in your admiration in the way that Bakugou moans loudly, obviously enjoying how you drilled into him. His hips slammed backward to meet yours, his ass bouncing with every thrust. You pant, one of your hands letting go of his hair to landed another hard smack on his ass, expecting a raw noise in response. Your face lits up when your boyfriend lets out sinfully ragged moans at the action, his jaw-dropping as he mewls.

“You think I can’t make you?” you wonder, your nails scratching against the curve of his spine, watching the red mountains form on his skin due to your manipulation. “You really think that after all this that I won’t be able to make you cave to my will? Bakugou Katsuki, so fucking naive, and such a fucking little bitch.”

Your mouth perks into a prideful smirk, and Bakugou is creening again. Your fingers latch at the hair by the base of his neck, and you snap his head back, delighting in the way that he can no longer keep his eyes open, tears in his eyes.

“Please, baby, more!” Bakugou gasps as you shift your hips harshly. His back arching as he clutches the fabric between his fingers. You laugh, your head leaning to press a few harsh bites against his spine.

“Fuck, you look so damn pretty when you’re crying for me,” you moan, uncaring about how your thrusts are becoming more and more sloppy in turn for the power you’re giving. Bakugou is so responsive to your actions that it’s stirring you on, shivers coursing through you while you could feel your essence beginning to coat your inner thighs. You’re positive that you’ll be coming as soon as you mount his cock later.

You grip his hips, angling your body so that you’re thrusting into him at a better angle. Trying to desperately find that angle that will make his eyes roll to the back of his head, to leave him lost of all and any words. To find the edge that will make him scream and drool and babble. The pitched, loud, and raw ‘fuck’ that leaves his lips lets you know you found his prostate. You continue in at that angle, the same power and depth as the rawness of his voice sends sharpness down your spine.

Your body feels like it’s on fire as you feel so much power. Your boyfriend’s continuous whimpering stirring you on, because even though Bakugou was a sub, whimpering was often something he would never do. Your right-hand leaves his hair, moving to grasp his still rock hard cock in your grasp. “Oh, poor baby,” you coo. “Does your cock need to come?” You pant, the action of your thrusting hips making you sweat.

“Yes, fuck, y/n yes, let me fucking cum!” Bakugou blabbers, his eyes barely open, his face burying into the mattress as you fist his length up and down. Your hips are relentless against his ass as you continue fucking him, the smacking of his ass against your thighs, an invigorating song. Your laughs nearly inaudible at the sight of him still fucking himself against you.

“What if I think you don’t deserve to cum yet?” you challenge, your fingers leaving his length, your hips stilling.

“Please let me come, baby, please!” Bakugou pants his hips on a one-track mind while he continues pushing against the strap-on, fucking himself against you despite your stillness. You giggle, taking his cock back in your hand. Your arousal slicking against your thighs as you continue.

You’re intent on getting him to come within seconds, and it shows.

Your hips are thrusting harder and faster than you’ve gone yet. Your hand fisting along his length, his leaking precum covering your hand, your thumb rolling his head in the way that he enjoyed it the most. Bakugou’s spluttering incoherent yells fueling your inner lust. His body convulses under your manipulation.

Sinfully loud mewls and moans leave his lips, and you feel his cock spasm. Your hips finding it difficult to go as fast as you had been going as his hole tightens around the dildo.

“Y/N, FUCK!”

Your hand covered instantly in his hot sticky seed. Your lips in a wide grin as your hand continues stroking his length. His fluids continue to come out in his massive load. Your thrusting stops, and with a sigh, you pull away. Falling down on your ass as Bakugou collapses. His eyes locked on you as you lick his come off your hands.

Bakugou’s breathing rags from his position on his chest, his mind spinning from the intense orgasm. He can barely find his own breathing again while he lays there for what feels like an eternity.

But his solace in his harsh orgasms ends when you roll him over onto his back.

“You’ve cum four times, and I haven’t come once,” you inform him, the harness and lingerie dropping from your body while you push your hair back, staring down at your lover with lust hazed eyes. “I think you owe me one.”

Bakugou smirks, his eyebrow lifting in agreement, “I think I do too.”

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We already talked about this in dms but like👀 Keigo and a female reader that he thinks is just all cute and shit. But nah she’s actually one of the best dancers in japan and specializes in badass and sexy dances

I went down such a rabbit hole picking out the choreo for this for zero reason 💀💀💀 but man am I here for it. For those curious what I pictured writing this it’s this dance at time code 7:27 choreography is by Jojo Gomez

It’s an 18+ one y’all, minors dni. Warnings for dom/sub dynamics, mention of reader having a vagina, fingering, hand jobs, light edging, light nipple play, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, minor praise kink

“So when are you finally gonna seal the deal with (y/n)?” Mirko asks Hawks one day as they walk their usual patrol route. It’s a quiet day and quiet days always made Mirko more likely to pry. “Seal the deal?” Hawks asks. “Y’know... Do the devil’s tango? Make the beast of two backs? Teach her the birds and the bees?” Mirko teases, wiggling her eyebrows and crowding into his personal space. Hawks rolls his eyes hard and shoves her out of his space, not that it deters her. “It’s not like that,” he tells his nosy friend but she just scoffs in response. “Don’t play like you don’t want to get all up on her, Hawks. You go to that cafe she works at every night after your shift and I’m pretty sure you don’t even like coffee,” Mirko points out. “I like coffee,” Hawks retorts mulishly. “No you don’t.” “Drop it Mirko.” “Oh c’mon! It’ll be easier if you just admit it.” “Fine! She’s adorable, you happy?” Hawks finally huffs, red tinting his cheeks. There’s a beat of silence before Mirko responds but it’s not quite the response Hawks is expecting. “Wait you think (y/n)... is adorable?” Mirko asks. “What do you mean? She is!” Hawks replies defensively. “Relax tough guy, adorable just isn’t the word I’d use to describe her,” Mirko shrugs. “How else would you describe her? She always seems kinda sleepy on her shift and she wears those big oversized sweatshirts,” Hawks elaborates but Mirko continues to look confused by his assessment of you. “Have you never seen her dance before?” Mirko finally asks. “She dances?” Hawks responds.

In Hawks’ personal opinion, Mirko’s reaction is over dramatic. She had stopped in her tracks and stared at him as if he’d sprouted a third head or announced an early retirement. “What?” he asks, even more defensive than before. Mirko heaves a sigh as if Hawks’ ignorance is her greatest source of disappointment. “I forget sometimes you live under a rock, Jesus Christ. We really do need to talk about you getting out more for things other than work and creeping on the sexy dancer barista you have a crush on. Why do you think she’s so tired every shift?” Mirko asks in disbelief. “She’s a student isn’t she? I assumed school stuff!” “You really are hopeless.” “Hey!” “She has rehearsal before her shift dummy, she’s tired from practicing.” “How do you know so much about it huh?” “Well for starters her group has literally won competitions so jot that down. And two we follow each other on Twitter.” “Why do I even ask you things?” Hawks laments. “Shut up, I have an idea,” Mirko suddenly grins. “Oh god, what the fuck are you planning now?” Hawks groans. “I think we should pay (y/n) a little visit during rehearsal, don’t you?”

Hawks follows Mirko through the halls of the university rec center with a growing sense of dread. She looks mischievous and that’s usually a sign that Hawks is going to regret whatever he just signed up for. After they round a final corner, Hawks can clearly hear music coming out of a room down the hall labeled rehearsal room B. Hawks and Mirko push through the door right as the song stops and immediately Hawks realizes that this was a mistake. Gone is your oversized hoodie, instead you’re in just a pair of sweats and a sports bra, covered in sweat and chest still heaving from whatever dance you and the two other girls with you had just done. Hawks should’ve just ignored Mirko and waited to look up one of your dances on YouTube in the privacy of his own apartment. “Hey (y/n)!” Mirko calls out cheerily even as Hawks mentally curses her out for dragging him here. Your gaze snaps over to the two of them and immediately you break out into a wide grin, the same one Hawks had been fawning over as cute and precious for the past several weeks. “What are you two doing here?” you ask as your friends grab water. “We were in the neighborhood and I remember you mentioning you rehearse around this time so I figured why not swing by?” Mirko replies and god does Hawks hate her right now. “You guys have perfect timing actually, we’re working on something to the song ‘Ride’ by Ciara and it would be really great to get an outside opinion on it. Would you guys mind sticking around to check it out? I promise it’ll be quick the other girls have something right after this,” you ask the two pros, giving your best puppy dog eyes. Hawks wants to politely decline, he’s having enough trouble keeping himself in check as it is thank you very much, but before he can Mirko is already agreeing and he doesn’t have the heart to shut things down when you look so excited. “Ah amazing!! Ok! Just sit at the front of the room and be our audience!” you beam and Hawks is helpless but to comply.

Hawks’ eyes trace over every inch of your body as you start the music and then get into the starting formation of the dance. Hawks can tell the moment you’ve focused in on performing your choreography because your whole demeanor and energy shifts. It’s commanding and confident and very, very sexy. He’s starting to understand Mirko’s reaction to his earlier description of you because the woman he sees before him now? Well adorable doesn’t quite fit the bill anymore. He’s already half hard in his work pants, much to his chagrin. What would the tabloids say if they knew he was getting this aroused in public? It’s not exactly befitting of the number two hero considering he’s supposed to be a role model for future generations. But could anyone blame him? The way you move your body and swing your hips is mesmerizing. At one point you slowly roll your body down to grind your hips to the floor and it’s impossible for Hawks not to imagine you using that same precise control to grind down onto his dick. He tries to focus on the music instead in hopes it will help him calm down but it only takes a second for him to realize the song is painting the very same image he’s trying desperately to clear from his head. He’s almost positive Mirko is smirking beside him but he can’t focus on her, you’ve captured the entirety of his attention.

Then the chorus hits and Hawks is really in trouble. You’re singing along. You’re singing “they love the way I ride it” and making direct fucking eye contact with him while you swing your hips in a slow, sensual grind and how can he not react to that? His wings flare and puff out instinctively, his cheeks going red, and his dick is now fully erect and leaking precum into his boxers. It would be mortifying if he weren’t too focused on your every move to truly remember his surroundings. Eventually the song ends and even though Mirko stands to go compliment you and your friends on a job well done, Hawks stays rooted in place. He doesn’t dare move as his painfully hard cock twitches in his pants. Sweat drips down your neck and god he wants to lick it off you so goddamn bad he barely even notices you saying bye to Mirko and your friends until the door is shutting behind them.

Hawks hasn’t even fully registered that the two of you are now alone in the room before he’s coming up behind you and wrapping an arm around your bare torso. You open your mouth to ask what’s up with him when you suddenly feel his erection against your backside. “Tell me you don’t want this or I won’t be able to stop,” he all but growls against the shell of your ear. “What if I do want it though?” you ask breathlessly as you shamelessly grind your ass back against his throbbing dick. The moan that crawls its way out of his throat in response is guttural, he genuinely can’t think of a time he’s ever been more turned on in his life as he wastes no time spinning you around to face him and pressing you up against the wall. “You knew what you were doing didn’t you?” he asks before dropping his nose down to run along your jaw. You shudder as he licks a long stripe up your neck, delighting in the salty taste of your sweat. “Maybe?” you hedge at first but then he bites the column of your throat hard enough you’re sure it’ll leave a mark and you can’t help but whimper. He draws back to look you in the eye, his pupils blown so wide they’ve almost completely consumed his golden irises. “Don’t lie to me little dove,” he warns. “I may have gone a little harder than usual because you were watching me,” you admit and it’s apparently the right answer as Hawks all but chirps his satisfaction before leaning down to press a bruising kiss to your lips that has you melting. One of his hands slides up to grasp and squeeze one of your breasts but even that is not enough for him and in the next moment one of his feathers glides in to swiftly cut your sports bra off entirely. You’re about to protest but the words die in your throat as Hawks starts pinching and twisting one of your nipples. “Does that feel good little dove?” he asks and all you can do is let your head fall back against the wall and nod your approval.

Hawks takes advantage of your head’s position to resume leaving marks on your exposed neck as his free hand snakes its way into your sweatpants and panties. As his fingers finally reach your dripping sex you feel him moan against the sensitive skin of your throat. “You’re so wet for me already,” he notes as he slowly slides a finger inside of you. “Want you, need you,” is all you can keen as he drags his one finger torturously slowly inside of you. “Want me that bad love?” Hawks teases and your answering nod is almost frantic as he inserts another finger and takes careful note of the way you squirm. “Use your words,” he commands. “I want you so bad Hawks please,” you beg but even as he uses his thumb to lightly brush against your sensitive clit he still doesn’t budge. “I don’t know, you were so naughty teasing me so much in front of Mirko and your friends. Do you understand how turned on I was?” he asks but you can only whimper in response. You jerk your hips forward in desperate search of more friction or movement or something but all that accomplishes is Hawks using the hand not currently buried inside you to hold your hips still. “I want you to feel how turned on your little show made me little dove. Can you do that?” he asks. “Y-yes,” you moan before obediently reaching one hand out to feel his hardened length through his pants. God he’s so big, and it only emphasizes to you how much you want him inside you. “Not gonna get much done from there, little dove, don’t be shy. I want you to feel me, feel the cock you’re so fucking desperate for,” he growls, slowly dragging his fingers in and out of you to emphasize his point. It’s so good but it’s not nearly enough so you fumble with the belt and button of his pants until finally, finally you can slip your hand past the waistband and into his boxers to grasp firm hold of his weeping cock.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to find a devastating rhythm, your hands moving in sync to drive both of you towards your respective climaxes. Your moans echo around the small practice room and it’s music to Hawks’ ears. You’re close, so close, right on the precipice of orgasm when suddenly Hawks is leaning in to whisper into your ear a simple command: “Stop.” His hand stops moving and then he slowly extracts his fingers from inside you. You whine at the loss, pussy desperately clenching around nothing but you obediently stop your hand's movement. "Don't look so disappointed, I thought you wanted my dick," Hawks teases. "I do, fuck, I do," you groan. "Be specific. What do you want?" "I want your dick inside me, please Hawks I'm begging, I want it so bad," you whine. What a pretty sight you make squirming and whining for him. Hawks thinks he could watch you like this forever but even he is starting to get impatient so he decides to finally give you what you want. He shoves his own pants and boxers down low enough for his dick to spring out of its confines, the head flushed red and glistening with precum. Meanwhile his feathers push down your own sweatpants and panties as you watch him with half-lidded eyes, eager to finally feel his hardened length inside you. He has you wrap your arms around his shoulders and places his hands on your waist. "Hop up pretty girl," he commands and you eagerly obey, allowing him to lift you and then wrapping your legs around his waist to further support you weight. "Ready?" he asks. "God, yes Hawks please," you groan as he lines himself up with your waiting entrance. Hawks complies with an almost feral grin, wasting no time in shoving himself fully inside you. You groan as his thick length stretches you open but the slight burn feels so good as he fills you up. "You're doing so good for me, baby. So good," he praises and you practically purr your satisfaction. "P-please. Move," you moan and Hawks doesn't need to be told twice as he begins fucking into you in earnest. All words are lost between the two of you, the only language you need being the moans, groans, whimpers, and whines the two of you pull out of each other. As he drills into you harder and harder you rapidly feel yourself once again approaching climax. "Hawks I'm gonna-" you start but he cuts you off. "Me too baby, hold out a little longer and we'll cum together ok?" he ask. "Ok," you whimper, trying so hard to be good for him. Just a few long deep strokes later he finally gives you permission to cum and almost immediately you cry out his name, clenching and squeezing around him as he tumbles into his own climax. His groan is long and low as he spills his seed inside you and you relish each and every moment of it.

As the two of you finally come down from your highs Hawks carefully sets you back down on the ground. "Shit," he swears. "You can say that again," you laugh breathlessly. "Maybe I should invite you to more rehearsals from now on," you joke. "I'd much rather you give me a private show at my place," he replies easily. "I think I can make that work." "Good." "When would you like your first performance?" "How about now? You were just bragging about how much 'they' like it when you ride it. Time to put your money where your mouth is." "I'd like nothing more."

#ahh this took me so long to write and it ended up so long lmao #this probably could've been a one shot in retrospect but oh well #it's here now lmao #complete and utter filth I hope you enjoy #hhrequests #hawks smut #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks x fem!reader #hopeless.olivia #hopeless.thirst

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Viego Rant (villainy and character design and tragedy and all that jazz)

Introduction The more I think about Viego, League of Legends’ newest character, the more enamored I am with him as a villain (unrelated to his general sexiness, though that does tie in with what makes him such a good villain).

I’ve seen a lot of complaints about his design. The Ruined King, one of the greatest threats in Runeterra, the progenitor of the Shadow Isles, the lord of the undead, is finally released as a playable champion and he looks like this:

People were expecting another Mordekaiser (who is similarly an undead king with a ghost army), a lich-tyrant clad in iron, decayed flesh peeling from an aged face. What we got was an angsty anime prettyboy, and it was infinitely better than the alternatives.

Lore Viego isn’t a conquering king. While his combat abilities are indeed badass, his personality is far from it. He’s a whiny brat and that’s incredible. He isn’t bent on world domination. His character arc revolves around just how human, how fallible he really is. For those unfamiliar with his lore, I’ll paraphrase it here:

Viego was the second son of a great king. Overshadowed by his brother and with no expectations upon him and near-limitless wealth, he wandered around being an idiot fuckboy for the vast majority of his formative years. Disaster struck when his brother died in an accident, and Viego took the throne with no training, no experience, and no desire to be king. He was a shitty king. The worst king. Just all-around apathetic. Gave zero shits. Can you blame him? It’s a lot of responsibility to be thrust upon someone who isn’t much more than a child, and with no preparation. He didn’t care about anything, that is, until he met Isolde. She was a poor seamstress, but he fell in love with her upon their first meeting. Together they ruled the country but it was really just them staring longingly into each others’ eyes. His allies were kinda fucking pissed about that, and one day an assassin came from Viego. The assassin fucked up and stabbed Isolde instead, and the poison on the blade made her fall gravely ill. As she lay in her bed, slowly dying, Viego went mad seeking a cure. He ravaged the land seeking any knowledge that might help, pouring all of his money into finding an antidote. He failed. As a last resort, he brought Isolde’s body to the Blessed Isles, a place rumored to be able to resurrect the dead. It worked, to an extent. Isolde’s wraith, confused, afraid, and angry at being ripped from the peace of death, unthinkingly stabbed Viego in the chest with his own magic sword, creating basically a magic nuke that turned the Blessed Isles into the domain of the undead. Viego resurrected as the king of the Shadow Isles some time later, having totally forgotten that Isolde killed him. He controls a big-ass ghost army, could probably beat up any living thing in a fight, and has evil ghost magic. Now this stupid simp wants his wife back and if he has to kill every living thing on Runeterra, well, anything for his queen. He’s even a tier 3 sub to her Twitch.

Music His musical theme isn’t some heavy metal anthem or intense cinematic piece (unlike the Pentakill song named after his sword, Blade of the Ruined King). It’s mostly sad and slow, almost sinister, with a piano and a music box. It has its loud moments featuring violins and choral bits like any villainous music, but the song is mostly subtle. It is a banger though.

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In the comments section of this video, someone pointed out that the music reflects his story from beginning to end:

Everything about this champion is so well done. Riot Games really outdid themselves on this one. Bravo, encore please.

Motivation While the Mordekaiser circlejerkers on r/LeagueofLegends won’t shut the fuck up about how powerful Mordekaiser is, Viego is the better villain. Mordekaiser may be a bigger threat to all life on Runeterra, but Viego is a better character. (There’s a guy on my League discord server who won’t shut up about Mordekaiser so forgive me for being pissed at Morde stans).

Mordekaiser is motivated by a desire for control, to rule the world. Viego is motivated by obsession and misplaced love. There aren’t a lot of Mordekaisers on Earth. Supervillains are rare in real life. But Viego’s motivations are a lot closer to home. People in positions of power that they don’t deserve can do a lot of harm (for example: Trump).

He’s a grieving husband who was never prepared to deal with anything more difficult than choosing what wine to drink with dinner, who is trying to get his wife back because the world had always complied to his every whim. He’s a funky mix between a truly hopeless romantic and a spoiled brat throwing a temper tantrum.

Obsession is scary. It’s a real-world emotional state that’s been the cause of a lot of murders over mankind’s history. In contrast, Mordekaiser’s cartoonish Genghis Khan XXL schtick isn’t something that we encounter often. Of course a superpowered ultradictator would be worse for the world, but if you give ultimate power to a random person, you’re more likely to get someone like Tighten from Megamind. Or, more relevantly, Viego.

Design His design is sexy and stupid, just like him. He wears an open shirt into battle and wields his sword like an idiot (I’ve seen all the rants about how that’s not how that sword is meant to be used) because he was never really a warrior. Even at his most violent, right before the end of his mortal life, he didn’t do much combat himself, leaving his military endeavors to his underlings. Even now that he’s essentially a god, he still has a colossal wraith army that causes far more devastation than he ever could personally.

Despite his slim build (by League of Legends standards), he easily wields his colossal sword because of the strength of his state of undeath. Like his political power when he was alive, his posthumous magical and physical powers were never something he sought out, they were just given to him by circumstance.

The big cool-ass triangle hole in his chest where Isolde stabbed him is the source of the Black Mist, which is evil ghost mist that ebbs and flows from the Shadow Isles, bringing with it hordes of the undead. The sadder Viego is, the more Mist he creates. Poetically, his invasion of the world is inspired by his sorrow at his wife’s death and enabled by his wife’s reluctance to return to him. His story is perfectly reflected by his design.

Isolde Isolde’s spirit took up residence inside a young Senna (who’s another League champion, not particularly important here). This led to some Black Mist-related shenanigans and at least for the time being, Senna uses Isolde’s power to fight off the servants of Viego which threaten all life on Runeterra.

It seems pretty clear that whatever love Isolde felt for Viego is gone by now. Whether or not she ever loved him or was just unable to say no to the king is up for debate, but I’d like to believe there was something there. In my opinion, Viego’s story hits harder if they really were a great couple at first, torn apart by circumstance and obsession.

Much like the Maiden of the Woods in that one comic that circulates around here, to whom the knight gave his heart and she was like “yo what the fuck i literally never asked you to do this,” Viego went a little too far in trying to save her. They may have once been happy, but the Ruined King ruined his own life, too.

Unless Isolde is a lot less morally decent than we’ve been led to believe, I doubt she can forgive all the massacring that her husband’s been doing lately. In the recent cinematic, she was shown to be pretty anti-Viego. Maybe she’ll get a bastardization arc, but it certainly seems unlikely.

All of Season 2021 is based around Viego, Isolde, and the Shadow Isles, so we’ll just have to see what comes next. It’s possible that we’ll get Isolde as a playable champion, which should clear a lot of things up.

Final Thoughts Unlike so many villains, he’s not fueled by rage or hatred, but rather by sorrow. He’s stuck in his past, unable to move on. He regrets the actions of his life but is set on his course now. The sunk-cost fallacy comes into play here; he’s put so much time and effort and blood into bringing back Isolde, that turning away from it would feel to him like an insult, not only to her but to the innocent lives he’s taken in her name.

His tale is a tragedy, a love story gone horrifically wrong. Viego has suffered throughout his thousand-year life. Despite this, he’s undoubtedly the villain. His permanent death would be a net positive for the world. In has rage and grief he’s destroyed multiple civilizations, and will burn down the world to get Isolde back.

His heart may be in the wrong place, but it’s in a very human place. I don’t think he’ll get the ending he’s looking for, but I hope he finds some closure in the end.

#League of Legends #viego #i swear no one's gonna read this #even if you dont care about League i tried to make this interesting #even if you don't like League as a game the lore is pretty fucking solid

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normal-thoughts-official · 3 years

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With a little help from your friends (the help is praise kink and the friend is your boyfriend)

Who would have thought that fucking your boyfriend senseless cures dysphoria.

Alternatively: being a dom is actually something that can be so gender,

Fandom: It Lives (Visual Novels)

Pairing: Andy Kang/Tom Sato

Additional tags: let's see, mild mentions of transphobic and racist comments, Comfort Sex, the filthiest comfort sex uve ever seen but WHATEVER, dom andy kang, sub tom sato, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Dom/sub Play, Collars, Praise Kink, basically someone says transphobic shit and then tom rides him and talks about how wonderful andy is, except tom has also been in denial for a few days and he's super horny, and andy gets in domspace and everything is great and nothing hurts, Fluff and Smut, Humor, cuz u know these two are incapable of taking anything too seriously, Established Relationship, oh they're both in college and they go to the same college cuz i said so, set after the events of it lives beneath, that's it I think, trans author if that matters to you

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Andy isn't having a great day. It's not a terrible, clawing-at-his-chest-trying-to-deal-with-dysphoria kind of day, but he's been trying out this "not comparing everything to the worst possible scenario" thing his therapist has been talking about, so still, not a great day.

The thing is, he thought college would be easier. And it is, in a lot of ways. For starters, there is no evil monster spectre trying to kill him, which gives college at least 5 points over high school. And his uni has a pretty solid queer club, so he knows other trans people there. Some of them are even non-white. Some of them he even actually, truly likes. And most of the time, he feels like he has a place to turn to, and people to support him. He's not alone. He has people who get him. And that makes all the difference.

But basketball is still a nightmare, and his knee still hurts when it's cold, and winter is officially starting now.

People still hesitate to pass the ball to him, and it's frustrating, because Andy fought so hard to earn his old team's trust and now he's back at square zero. And well, Andy has been gaining this team's trust, because he's good, goddamn it, and his team owes at least the last three victories to him. He's not hesitant to say that, especially because otherwise no one will. And he can see that they look at him differently now - nod at him in the hallways, at least, talk to him in the locker room, pass him the fucking ball if his position is very, very open.

But if he weren't trans and Asian, he wouldn't have had to work so hard to get all of that - or well, just that, really. He has a full sports scholarship despite the fact that he had a broken leg, had to retake his last year of high school, and doesn't even have the body type for basketball. If he weren't Asian, if he weren't trans, his team would have assumed his greatness from day one. Instead, he has to show it to them time and time again only to get them to reluctantly admit maybe he's not bad. No one calls him "triple threat" anymore, but he still has to work three times harder than anyone else, and it's frustrating.

And usually Andy can deal with it, but right now his knee hurts, and he can't afford that because he'll lose everything he's worked for if his teammates know that his fucking knee hurts. So, he braved training and then he got the fuck out of there without even changing so no one would see him wince. Which means he's still in basketball shorts, which are short, in the cold, which means his leg hurts more.

At times like these, he's thankful he never got the chance to go through with his promise to break his other leg kicking Noah's ass. Because he would have, and then both his legs would be hurting right now, and two legs that hurt every time it's cold is just too many legs.

No comparing to the worst possible scenario, he tells himself. Therapy is so hard. If he had known there would be homework, he would have thought twice about going.

And that's, apparently, the cue for his phone to go off. Andy smiles, knowing who it is even before he opens the message, because only one person messages him during class, and it's the only person he wants to hear from right now.

Tom <3 sent you a message

Grinning like a fool, he opens it.

Tom <3: dude, im horny af rn. the fuck

Finally, good news, Andy thinks, smiling. Then he remembers why Tom is so horny, and suddenly this day is great, actually.

He quickly types a reply.

You: who wouldve thought that 3 days of denial would make this happen

Tom <3: ill have u kno i was very good at holding it together before today

You: yeah, dw. soon u wont have to hold it anymore ;)

Tom <3: that flirt was terrible, dude

You: said the guy whos calling me dude for the second time in this conversation

Tom <3: what else should i call u? 😩

Andy thinks for a second. Tom and him do longer-term denial every once in a while, but they aren't in a 24/7 relationship. Does Andy really want to go there right now? Yes. Well, that was fast. Okay then.

You: how about "sir"

Tom's reply comes fast as lightning.

Tom <3: Yes, Sir.

Andy smirks at himself.

You: uve been hoping that id say that, havent u?

Tom types for just a little longer this time.

Tom <3: Yes, Sir.

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Many things are wrong with the world, and Andy doesn't mean to make light of the other things, but the fact that Andy can't simply go and fuck his boyfriend whenever he wants is definitely one of them. It should be, like, financial compensation or something. We're so sorry the school environment is transphobic, here, have a free sex pass. Sounds fair to him. But instead, he still has two hours of classes to go through, and Andy is a better guy than he wishes he was, so he tells Tom to pay attention to class instead of sexting him, because he doesn't want Tom to struggle even more with his course when he had already had to leave it once. God damn true love or whatever.

The point is, by the time classes are finally over, his day is back to not being that great; he's tired, and his leg hurts. He gets to their car after Tom does, and Tom takes one look at him, and says, "I'm driving".

Andy crosses his arms. "Why?"

"Because your leg hurts," Tom answers, rolling his eyes and taking Andy's bag from him and putting it in the trunk.

Andy looks down at his legs. He wasn't limping. There aren't any bruises. How the hell-

"It's cold and you're in shorts. I'm not an idiot, dude."

Right. Yeah. Right. Of course. Tom knows. It's… It's alright.

"Bad day at training?" Tom asks, slowly, sympathetically, and Andy feels himself settle in his skin a little bit.

"The usual," he answers, getting inside, and, as always, Tom gets the hint.

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Their uni's dorms are gender-segregated because these guys have still not gotten the memo that people of the same gender fuck; and Andy wasn't willing to deal with cis college guys' bullshit, much less cis college girls' bullshit; and the uni wouldn't let him simply pick Tom as his roommate. So, they rented out a beat up apartment right next to it instead. It took a little longer to get there, but it wasn't a lot longer, and well, it was worth it.

Tom gets inside, still carrying Andy's bag because he's transphobic and unfair and had taken it and bolted up running so Andy wouldn't have a chance to argue with him. And Andy can't run after him with his leg hurting, which kind of proves Tom's point that he should carry Andy's bag. All in all, Tom is the worst, and he turns up the heat as soon as he gets inside and sits Andy down on the bed, kneeling in front of him to take a look at Andy's knee.

He's silent for a while, massaging his knee until Andy sighs and throws his head back, before Tom plants a little kiss on his knee and looks up at him. Andy's knee always stops hurting when Tom kisses it better. It's a little embarrassing, if Andy is being honest, but still- nice. Really nice.

They stay for a little longer like this, Tom humming and massaging his knee and Andy not meeting his eyes, until the question inevitably comes.

"What happened?" Tom asks, not letting up with the smooth movements of his hands, his eyes big and sincere with worry.

"Nothing. Just the cold. You know how my knee gets."

"I meant, for you to leave practice without putting some warmer clothes on."

Andy looks away. "It was nothing."

"Dude, are you expecting me to go, 'okay, yeah, that totally makes sense and I believe you', or…?"

Andy laughs, despite himself, and throws his good leg up in an almost-kick to pretend he's retaliating. "Don't be an ass."

"I'm not. Come on, Andy. You know you can tell me."

"It's nothing, it's just- Kyle-"

"Oh boy."

Andy laughs. "Yeah." But then he grows serious, "the thing is, he doesn't mean any harm, you know? I know he's not saying it to hurt me, and so that just means that, like... that it's true."

Tom's hands stop their movements, rubbing soothing circles around his knee instead. "What did he say?"

Andy doesn't look at him. "He asked me why I didn't stay on the women's team. Said that I could have an advantage, cuz Asian people are androgynous anyway, so no one would notice that I was taking hormones."

Tom just stares at him in shock for a moment.

"And I was like, 'dude, I've been on T for three years, I'm pretty sure they would notice the changes'. And he was like, 'yeah, but you still look like a lot of Asian girls with short hair, you could write it off if you wanted', and I just…" He trails off.

Tom waits in silence for a second, seeing if Andy finds his words, before asking, "Is Kyle, like, okay?"

Andy scoffs. "I didn't try and fight him, if that's what you're asking."

"No, I mean, does this dude have a screw loose or something?"

"He's very bad at figuring out what is or isn't offensive, yeah, but it's not like he really cares, he just won't go out of his way to antagonize me."

"No, I just- Andy, even when you were a little kid with huge pigtails, anyone would have to be crazy to see you as a girl."

Andy bites the inside of his lip. "You're just saying that."

"I'm not. It's just wrong, man. It was so obvious that it was wrong. Anyone could tell. There's nothing about you that says 'girl' to anyone who's looking."

Andy sighs, finally risking looking at Tom's eyes. There's overwhelming sincerity there, and Andy instinctively looks away. "I guess. Maybe. I don't know. It just got me thinking... Maybe T didn't change anything. Maybe I look exactly the same, maybe it was just hopeful thinking that had me thinking it would change anything, maybe it's just- pointless to even try-"

"No, no, come on," Tom says, and the interruption is so sudden it makes Andy look at him again, just in time to see Tom shaking his head vigorously. "There's no way you believe that. What about this bad boy over here?" He smiles, reaching out softly to caress Andy's neck. "You have more of an Adam's Apple than me, dude. And we both know you don't need T to be a guy, but thinking it made no difference is just crazy and you know it. What about those dry pecs? These broad shoulders of yours? Your voice, I mean, come on. You even smell different, man. How can it be pointless, if even your scent is different?"

Andy looks to the side again, but he can feel himself smile. "Well, when you put it like that..."

Tom gets up, but stays close, putting his hand on Andy's cheek, slowly, as if testing the waters, before turning him slightly to look at him. "Andy. Kyle is an idiot and a transphobic racist who's too damn lazy to realize how fucked up he is. And you shouldn't have to deal with that, and I'm sorry, and I will set him on fire."

Andy laughs. "You can't keep threatening to set every shitty teammate I have on fire."

"I can, because it keeps making you laugh," Tom says, smiling. Well. Andy can't argue with that. "My point is, you wouldn't listen to a word this dude says if it were about anyone else, so don't listen to him when he talks about you, okay? T or no T, you're no girl, and you don't look like a girl, and regardless of whether or not Kyle's dumb ass noticed it, your transition has been doing you good. Remember when your voice started to crack and get all weird? I've never seen anyone be that happy about it."

Andy laughs. "It was pretty awful."

"No, it was great, 'cause you loved it. Do you want me to pull out the 'before' pictures we took in case this happened? Look at yourself, dude. You fit so much better in your own skin, you know? And like, you've always been gorgeous, but-"

"Come here," Andy interrupts, pulling him down because Tom is standing and Andy is sitting and Andy is already height-challenged. And Tom goes willingly, carefully straddling Andy's lap and meeting him in a kiss. Finally, Andy thinks.

Tom kisses him softly, slowly, one hand resting on the back of Andy's head and the other draped lazily over his shoulder, as he usually does, all gentle and a little hesitant, and Andy is having none of that. So he grabs Tom's hair and deepens the kiss, bringing him closer until their chests are flushed together and he can feel Tom's hips mindlessly making little circles against Andy's belly.

They separate - or well, stop kissing, really, because Tom is still as close to Andy as physically possible, and Andy feels about ready to shoot anyone who tries to push him further away. Tom's a little breathless, and his hips are still making these almost imperceptible movements against Andy, and Andy realizes that he's still grabbing Tom's hair and that he's a little breathless, too.

Tom looks down at him for a second, as if debating something with himself, before saying, "and like, not to be horny during a serious moment, but since we're talking about the effects of T... Andy. Andy. Your clit. Fuck. It's so huge now, and it's got a visible head and you can fuck my face and everything, and I could sing it praises for a week and probably will if you don't stop me right now."

"Hmm, but I like it when you sing me praises," he smiles. "Keep going."

"God, I was hoping you'd say that. Do you have any idea how much I've been thinking about it today? I didn't hear a single word anyone said to me, all I could think about was you fucking my face, pulling my hair, making me worship you and beg to be allowed to suck you off, I wanna serve you like you're my God." Tom's hips start to jerk up, more visibly this time, shameless, and see, this is why Andy's been really, really liking this whole denial thing - Tom has only started to explore his subby side recently, a little ashamed of it to admit it to anyone, even himself. But when he's horny enough, he gets shameless and desperate about what he wants, and god, nothing is more beautiful than Tom when he asks for what he wants. He feels something growing inside of him, not sure if it's warmth or heat, but seeing Tom like that, wanting him, needing him, definitely makes him feel so much better.

"Yeah?" Andy asks, tracing a finger over Tom's shoulder, close to his neck, just to give him goosebumps.

"Fuck yes, I want it so bad, and you deserve it too, Andy… Sir. You're the best Sir I could ask for, I just want… Want you to use me, want you to cum on me, want to kiss you all over and worship you and pleasure you, you're so gorgeous..." He hides his face in Andy's shoulder for a bit, but his hips don't stop moving. He whines, "Andy..."

"Address me properly," Andy snaps, feeling the edges of worry clear from his mind and giving way to that wonderful feeling of clear-mindedness, of power, where nothing matters but his own pleasure. "And maybe I'll give you what you want, if you earn it."

Tom nods, hips full on thrusting now, and Andy snaps again. "Stay still."

And he does, immediately, without question, biting his lip and keeping his eyes shut with effort. Andy can feel his thighs clenching and spasming over his, trying to keep himself from moving, trying to be good. He hums in appreciation, but doesn't praise him for it, not yet.

"I'll get you ready," Andy explains, before reaching to Tom's hair, and starts to undo his bun, as slow as possible, just to watch him squirm. He gets so impatient when Andy undresses him, which is why Andy never misses a chance to drag it out.

He begins by removing Tom's jacket, sliding his hands slowly over his shoulders, then down his back, feeling the firm muscle there, digging his nails just a little bit so he can see Tom's eyes flutter in bliss. When the jacket falls to the floor, Andy begins circling the hem of his shirt, sliding until his hands are back on front, fingers just close enough to Tom's cock for him to feel Tom tense in his hands, so damn sensitive to his touch, so needy. God, he can't get enough of this, but he pretends that he doesn't notice, lets Tom try and keep himself together as Andy's hands slide over his belly, then chest, over the shirt, collarbone, wrapping and resting on Tom's throat just so he feels the threat of it, before Andy finally grabs the back of the shirt's collar and tugs, taking it off. Then he slides his hands back down, making sure to run a finger just over the sensitive spot where his pecs end, then lower, over his ribcage, belly, hips, next to the bruises where Andy had grabbed him the night before, then back to the middle, just over the bulge in his pants, and Tom finally breaks and jerks up slightly, letting out a little moan.

"Sir," he whines, "please, please, I-" Andy continues to circle the head of his cock with his finger, "please!"

"Patience," is all he says, before going back to his painfully light movements, imagining Tom's needy cock twitching under his fingers, imagining the effort Tom makes not to thrust up or keep begging for more, just because Andy told him not to. "You know how much I like playing with your pretty little cock. You said you wanted to serve me, didn't you?"

"Yes- yes, Sir."

He hums, noncommittally, not looking at him. "Good." He teases the tip of his clothed cock some more, enjoying the way his mind zeroes on that, the way he feels like he has all the power and the time in the world. Finally, he pats Tom's thigh once. "Get off, and take off the rest of your clothes. Get the lube and a condom."

Tom gets up, a little shaky, and does as instructed, while Andy reaches down to the drawer under the bed where he keeps his dick's spine and a few of their toys. He gets the spine, then adjusts his packer briefs so he can put it on - best purchase of his life, really, those briefs. So much easier to use than a regular strap-on and it makes the packer sit over his clit just right, making a little suction and pressure. Andy couldn't be happier that he was already wearing them.

Tom gets back with everything he asked right in time for Andy to finish making his dick hard, and goes on to put the condom on and cover Andy's cock in lube with the kind of attention that makes Andy hold his breath. Tom's so careful, yet eager, and adoring, about it. Andy feels like the hottest guy in the world.

Once he gets permission, Tom sits on his cock, slowly, getting adjusted to it - admittedly, Andy went a little overboard when he bought his first cock. Andy waits until Tom is fully seated, littering his neck with little kisses and praise for how well he's taking him, how pretty he looks, until Tom looks fully comfortable and ready to start complaining if Andy doesn't start fucking him in earnest soon. That's when Andy shows him the other item he pulled from the drawer - Tom's favorite collar.

Tom's reaction is instantaneous. He throws his head back, moving over Andy's cock as he lets out a breathless, almost choked moan; the hands he had resting on Andy's shoulders suddenly squeezing full force in his need.

"God, you're such a whore," Andy says, casually, and Tom nods, even as he flushes. The collar is just a simple black one, with a little hoop for the leash, but inside they had it engraved with the words Andy's whore, and it left visible marks that could be seen for a few hours after they took it off. It never failed to drive Tom crazy, so it always drove Andy crazy, too. "Stay still," he warns, and Tom nods, breathing heavily, gripping Andy's shoulder as tight as he can as he stays frozen in place. Andy slowly puts it around his neck, checking with his finger to make sure it's not too tight, and the second he clasps it in place, Tom's whole body relaxes, a content little sigh escaping his lips, his face slack and blissed out. He likes being owned, so much. Andy can't get enough of it. "Good?" he asks, just to make sure it's not too tight.

"Perfect," Tom answers, the words leaving him in a sigh. Andy then ties the leash to the headboard, making sure that they're just far enough from it that he'll be feeling its pull the whole time. Tom lets out a moan. "Thank you, Sir."

Andy smirks. "Now, here's what I want you to do," he says, "you're going to ride me, just like that, and you're not going to come until I tell you to. You're definitely not going to come before I do. If you come close, you'll have to tell me. I want to hear you scream, so make as much noise as you want. Do you understand?"

Tom nods again, almost dizzyingly quick. "Yes, Sir."

"Good, then get to it."

Tom doesn't need to be told twice. He starts riding him, slowly at first, trying to find the perfect angle for Andy - not himself, Andy notices, pleased. Once it's perfect, Andy orders, "faster, slut,” and Tom obeys, as always, working up speed as he tries to keep himself upright, feeling the tug of his leash with every movement, moaning the whole time. “Good boy,” Andy says, and Tom’s responding whine is high pitched, embarrassing, needy. He gets even faster then, starting to babble as he keeps on working, and Andy just stays casually in place, not having to do a single thing while Tom works to give him pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so perfect, did you know that?" Tom asks, quickly sliding down on Andy's cock, making sure he puts all this weight in the end so Andy's cock will press down against his clit just the way he likes, making sure to go as deep as possible, "I've been dreaming of your cock for days, god, Sir, nothing's better than this," he hides his face in Andy's shoulder, speeding up even more, thighs shaking with the effort, and Andy puts a fist in his hair and pulls, watching as Tom throws his head back and lets out a scream, working even faster on Andy's cock. "Sir!," he whines, "oh, thank you, thank you, feels so good, oh my god, please, I'm gonna-"

"No, you won't," Andy interrupts, "I'm not even close to coming yet. Keep working, slut."

"Y-yes, Sir," he whines, going faster, deeper, and Andy makes it harder for him, keeps pulling at his hair to expose his neck, litters kisses and bites on his exposed throat, grabs his thigh and squeezes hard enough to bruise so Tom remembers he's his, his whore, his toy.

"I love it when you get like this," Andy says, doing his best to keep his tone even, even as he's a little breathless from pleasure, from power, "I bet you want to come so bad, don't you? If I'd just give you the word, you'd be making a mess of yourself, coming on my cock right now-"

"Fuck! Yes, yes, Sir, please, I'm so close."

Andy smiles. "No."

Tom whines, so cute, adorable, and Andy is nice enough to leave a little kiss on his shoulder, grounding, calming him down. Before going right back to torturing him, "no, you don't get to come for a long time yet. I want you just like this, on edge, tasting it…" Andy grins. "Tell me how close you are, baby."

"I'm- I'm so close-"

Andy slaps him in the face. "You can do better than that."

"Fuck, I feel like I'm going to explode, I'm so close, I want it so bad, and you feel so good, God, you have no idea what you do to me, Sir, your cock is so perfect, it hurts, I need it- need to cum on your cock, Sir, please-"

"No."

Tom chokes on a moan, and starts to go even faster. He lets out a little whine, something Andy thinks was supposed to be a word, but doesn't come close.

"See," Andy says, "this is why I won't let you come. Look at you - every time I tell you no, you get so desperate, so obedient - it's what you want, isn't it? You want me to keep telling you no, you want to know your pleasure doesn't matter, that you're just here to serve me."

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes-"

"Good, then keep going. And beg all you want- I like telling you no, too."

Tom does. He begs, and he says thank you when Andy denies him, again and again and again. Thank you, Sir, thank you for using me, for putting me in my place, I'm yours, I'm yours. And he keeps on praising Andy, praising his cock, his body, the way he fucks him and uses him, no one else makes me feel like this, no one deserves to be worshipped and served like you, Sir, I want to make you feel good-... Until even the clear-minded state of domspace begins to crumble and Andy feels nothing but pleasure, and confidence, and power, and he cums to the sound of Tom praising him and begging, once, twice, three times, until his head is clear again and everything, even the need to chase his own pleasure, is gone, and he just feels perfect.

"Stop," he orders Tom, who's still babbling more and more incoherently, endless praise and worship, and Andy finds that he worships Tom right back. "I want you to get my cock as deep inside you as you can, and stay still. I'm going to play with your dick for a while, and when I tell you to, you can come. You did well today, baby."

Tom nods, suddenly struggling to use his words. "T-thank you, Sir," he says, already frozen in place, thighs clenching with the effort not to move and also shaking with all the effort he did before.

Andy coos. "Poor baby. You were so good to me today. Let me take care of you."

"You always- always do, Sir," Tom replies, and Andy smiles.

He gives Tom a long, slow handjob, making sure Tom stays still through it, enjoying the way his thighs shake on top of Andy's, the pressure of Tom sitting tight on his cock, the way his arms also shake with effort where they rest around Andy's neck; Tom's pretty, exposed throat all marked up around his collar, his breathless little whines as Andy makes sure to do it just the way he likes it, makes his cock turn red with need; watches Tom bite his lip, because when he has to keep still he becomes so quiet and needy, even as the little whines go through his lips… Until Andy finally says, "come for me, baby," and Tom screams through an orgasm that lasts almost a minute, hanging on to Andy as tightly as he can to keep himself anchored through the pleasure.

And then Andy holds him, and Tom holds him back, and they hold each other.

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A while later, they've cleaned up Tom's cum so it doesn't get all sticky on Andy's chest, and Andy's finally taken off those damn briefs - they're great for sex, but get pretty tight when you wear them for a long time - and Andy holds Tom against his chest. He's humming, contently, and if anyone had told him at the beginning of the day that he'd be comfortable enough to have someone close to him while he's fully naked, he'd - well, probably assume they meant Tom, but still be skeptical.

"How do you feel?" Tom asks after a little while, finally opening up his eyes and saying hello to the world.

"That's supposed to be my line," Andy laughs.

"I feel great. Perfect. Next time, I wanna do it for longer. A week? Let's try a week. Or two weeks…?"

Andy laughs. "Let's not make too big of a leap yet."

"Fine. A week sounds good. Great. And now that we've established that denial is totally bomb for me, how are you feeling?"

"Honestly? I'm feeling great, too," Andy admits, playing with a little stray of Tom's hair, swirling it around his finger, "I think I needed that, a little bit. Who'd have thought that having you ride me and praise my cock cures dysphoria."

"Every trans top on every forum I've ever visited."

"Let me have my moment of realization," Andy mumbles, faux-annoyed. Tom just laughs, holding him closer.

"I'm just glad I could help," he says.

"Please tell me you didn't ride my cock just to help."

"Well, no, in case you hadn't noticed, I was horny as fuck. I just tried to, you know. Use that to give you a little push. Since you wanted to. Y'know. Also, it was all true. So..."

"Thanks, love," Andy says, earnestly. "I love you."

"I love you more."

They bicker about it, and Andy's smiling the rest of the day.

#it lives #tom sato #tomoichi sato #andy kang #tom x andy #andy x tom #it lives in the woods #ilitw #it lives beneath #ilb #it lives anthology #smut #i am back on my bullshit ig

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brandywine-tomatoes · 3 years

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A War without a Winning Side - Pt. 1

Prompt was from a while ago, I think @icedcoffee101 helped create the inspo for this.

Masterlist

TW: sad/depressing thoughts, questioning existence for a hot second, Ahsoka just wanting to take a peaceful nap, Rex needing a fucking break.

Word count: 1571

Prompt/Inso: basically 'bicker fest 2021 with maul, ahsoka, and rex when they're forced to work together'

QUICK NOTE: this is just part 1! I will continue this at some point and there will be loads of bickering at some point, I promise.

The Tatooine suns could probably cook a person alive if they stood out there too long, and Rex just might become a scrambled egg if he had to wait beside the Hutt palace entrance any longer. He wanted so desperately to take off his helmet and drop-kick it into the desert, but disguises had to be kept and suspicions had to remain low.

When his commander finally walked out with a thick scarf covering most of her face, the suns were dipping below the horizon and a humid breeze set in for the night.

Ahsoka walked towards him, signalling for him to start ahead of her. They walked in silence to the ship, not entirely trusting of the Hutts not to send someone after them for the Imperial credits their lives were worth. The sand crunching beneath their boots and the faint sounds of a party behind them were all that filled the silence.

It was incredibly humid, even as the twin suns disappeared and with a slight breeze in place, Rex couldn’t wait to be back in sub-zero space among the stars.

Ahsoka typed in the key code to open the hatch and the two practically ran up the ladder into the ship to turn on the cooling system. They closed the hatch and soon enough, they were flying across the sky and were moving through hyperspace to their next destination.

They found themselves enjoying the silence and white noise of the engine, Ahsoka deep in thought while fiddling with her fingerless gloves and Rex trying to re-wire the hyperspace fuel gauge.

“So are they’re not sending us into Imperial space like we thought they would?” Rex finally asked.

“No, they’re sending us to...” Ahsoka pulled a slip of crumpled paper from a leather pouch and smoothed it out. “Dandoran. Jaba doesn’t trust the comm channels right now and he needs messengers. Apparently that job with the Pykes bought us goodwill,” she spoke grimly.

“We’re soldiers of the Republic and we have goodwill with crime syndicates,” Rex sighed.

“It’s only temporary. There aren’t many ways to make credits in Hutt space.”

“Then we leave, easy as that.”

Ahsoka leaned back in the pilot's chair, her exhausted eyes looking out over the streaks of stars parting for their ship. “You know we can’t risk it. We’ve made it 15 rotations, we can make it 15 more.”

“Whatever you say, commander.”

Ahsoka winced. “I’m not your commander, we’re not soldiers anymore.”

Rex blinked. He hadn’t had time to think about his service to the Republic, how it was no longer needed. He wasn’t really needed. His only purpose was to serve the Republic, serve his superiors in a war he was created to fight in. And he even failed at that. He didn’t have a purpose anymore, he wasn’t useful. Why was he even trying to survive-

“Don’t go down that path, Rex,” Ahsoka said, her words weighted. Her eyes closed and her face relaxed, the light from the tunnel refracting off her tired expression.

“How did you-” He stopped himself. “The Force... thing.”

She sighed heavily. “I don’t need to use the force to know what’s going through your head.”

Rex dragged a hand down his face. Of course she’d know. Both of their lives were forged for a war that would never have a winning side.

“Whatever you say, Ahsoka.”

They stayed in their seats for most of the journey to Dandoran, though they periodically tried to sleep in the small bunk cots tucked away in a storage closet. But the smell of blaster fire and the weight of the hundreds they tried to save on that Star Cruiser kept the adrenalin running and their cheeks wet with tears.

Ahsoka’s knees were up to her chin with a datapad keeping her occupied while Rex was reattaching his shoulder plates when the ship came out of hyperspace, gliding towards the vibrant green and blue planet.

“Thank the force it’s not a desert planet,” Rex commented, reaching over the co-pilot's yoke to press a series of buttons and switches to prepare the ship for landing.

Ahsoka smiled. “Anakin would say the same thing...”

The atmosphere plummeted once again at the mention of their fallen brother. Whatever smirk or smile there was disappeared.

The ship flew above the tall, green canopy of dense trees, the small and scattered lakes making it difficult to find the landing pad.

“You’d think they’d chop a couple of these damn trees down,” Rex grumbled, finally seeing the grey pavement and directing Ahsoka to it.

“The more cover, the more crimes you can get away with I guess,” she mused.

Once they triple-checked the ship was in order and Rex adorned his helmet, they climbed the ladder out of the top of the ship and were greeted by four raised blasters from various beings, most likely Marlo Hutt’s personal security.

Ahsoka and Rex climbed down the ladder slowly and raised their hands in surrender when they faced the blasters.

“What business?” The blue-toned twi’lekk sneered with a heavy huttese accent, the blaster aimed at Ahsoka perfectly still.

“Jabba sent us, we’re his new messengers,” she calmly replied.

“The republic deserters?” He asked, amused. Rex fought back the urge to pummel him. “We’ve heard a lot about you two. Right this way, Marlo hates waiting.”

Rex and Ahsoka shared a look before following the twi’lekk across the overgrown pavement and throw the sliding steel door of a short and wide sandstone building, the rest of Marlo’s security following after them with their blasters at the ready.

They walked through a small and dark hall before the twi’lekk stopped at the entrance to a large open space, a group of singers under an archway to the left were softly singing and a small crowd of different beings filled the other side of the room, not so much paying attention to the entertainment but more so the large Hutt smoking a huge cigar, slithering from one end to the other to have a chat with all the guests.

“Wait here,” the twi’lekk sneered at the two behind him.

The guests parted to let him pass and promptly started whispering to the people around them after seeing a clone trooper in full armour under a large poncho and a togruta who looked like she’d seen too much. Marlo and the twi’lekk whispered discretely, the large slug occasionally puffing out a cloud of smoke and viciously coughing.

The Hutt held up a large hand to his security guard, silencing him, and slithered to the doorway where Rex and Ahsoka had leant against, the heat cooking the foul smells in the small room, making it near unbearable for both of them.

“Jaba’s getting desperate then,” his deep voice heavily accented in huttese. Ahsoka clasped her hands behind her back, trying to silence the want to wave a hand in front of her nose.

“He says he’s being cautious, the Empire is-” She started.

“I know why, togruta. Come forward, give me the message,” he gestured to her to come forward. The tip of a blaster dug into her back as she was pushed forward by someone behind her. She stumbled down the half step and regained her stance quickly. She hesitantly walked closer to the foul-smelling Hutt and swallowed thickly, trying to repress a cough.

Rex had rested his arm on the blaster under his poncho, though he doubted he would survive if he used it. His friend currently speaking in a low voice with Marlo nodding from time to time surely wouldn’t either.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, the tension in the room rising every second. Whispers, the occasional short laugh, and the visibly confused singers humming to a beat were all that filled the sandy room.

Sunlight spread through the small holes in the walls, probably resulted from past quarrels, and a soft, salty breeze blew through every once in a while, giving everyone present a few seconds of breathable air. It was miraculous the guests didn’t leave from pure boredom, but Rex guessed being invited to a crime boss's party meant you left when they said so.

Ahsoka stepped back and bowed to Marlo at last, turning back to Rex with a look of relief and her hands still clasped behind her back. He pushed himself off the wall and turned to leave, the singers seemed to re-group and started singing lively tunes again.

“Wait!”

The room seemed to stop altogether this time. Rex and Ahsoka readied themselves for a fight.

“Yes?” Ahsoka sliced the silence.

“Jaba requested a dathomirians presence at his palace, I’m sure you can provide transport.”

“We have a very small ship-”

“Nonsense! My guards say it’s big enough for at least 3,” he waved them off. “Jaba will pay extra.”

“Who’s the cargo?” Rex asked.

“The clone speaks! You will certainly know him, he’s killed many of your kind.”

Rex’s heart rate spiked. He was in trouble, he shouldn’t have come, he should’ve stayed on the ship.

“And I’d gladly kill many more.”

The familiar dark voice silenced any doubts and ignited a hatred in the clone.

He walked towards Marlo from the back corner of the room, flipping off the hood that concealed his tattooed face.

He chuckled at the sight of Ahsoka’s paled face.

“You don’t have the benefit of gravity anymore, padawan.”

A/N: hello all you lovely lovely people!! I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long yes i did for this fic, I've mentioned it a couple times in other A/Ns on fics. This took literal weeks to write, I had so much trouble trying to write such a small part of this soon-to-be series, but I'm glad the first part is done and now I can get to the bickering >:)

ANYWAYS, go drink some water, have a snack, take a break, you deserve it so much bestie, I'm so proud of you for getting this far <3 !!

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lin-kuei-scout · 3 years

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Revival | Recollection [ CHAPTER 1 ]

Clarity, anger, guilt, frustration, worry. One after the other, she mulled her thoughts over, the silence between them only filled by the beeping of his heart monitor. Jax could guess the words that were going to leave her next:

"Is… is that how you feel, too?"

Characters: Jax Briggs, Sonya Blade Word Count: 2.5K Also on: Fanfiction.Net

Short piece focusing on Jax shortly after his revival. Next chapter will be featuring Scorpion and Jax talking things out.

Being alive… It was taking some being used to.

He, like the others, woke up isolated, hooked up to machines that beeped and flashed numbers, arms shackled to the bed only as a request that he stay where he is. At any other time in his life, Jax Briggs would find the bare medical decore of the Special Forces Infirmary off-putting and unnerving, a reminder of every decimating injury he and those he cared about suffered through.

But now? Now he couldn't tear his eyes away from his heart monitor, slowly sitting up, moving as if he could finally feel the weight of his own body. He was alive, he was breathing, he could think through the fog that had clouded his mind and soul for the first time in years.

And with thoughts came memories. Like a tidal wave, everything he'd done for Quan Chi…

"Oh god…"

It's a choked up sound, nausea and anguish, a bitter mix resting right at the back of the throat, threatening to come up if he breathed wrong. His hands clench the bed frame, seeking any sort of stability, but when his eyes glance over to them the feeling only gets worse. These were still the arms the sorcerer had given him, the same ones that -

Before his thoughts could spiral any further, the door to his side opens, and the sound of it almost escapes him, but he doesn't miss the voice of the person that had come in.

"Briggs." It's trained and contained, superficially devoid of emotion, a testing of the waters, but he knew that tone of voice. Knew who it belonged to. His head nearly snaps off from how quickly he turned to face it, his expression shifting through a myriad of emotions. He had so many things to say, so much to apologize for, so much to catch up on… So he settles on a tired, weary smile, and answers in turn.

"Lieutenant Blade."

That did it. For a moment, it looked like she was ready to bawl her eyes out right then and there, but with a deep shuddering breath and a moment spent with her eyes closed, Sonya eventually returned his smile, eyes watering still as she made her way over to him.

"It's… really you."

Jax just kept smiling, even as the corner of his lips faltered, his gaze returning to his hands, looking at them as if they were foreign before clenching and unclenching his fists. Avoiding Sonya's eyes, Jax can only sigh, smile finally dropping completely. "Doesn't feel like it. Everything's… blurry, but I can still remember every single thing I did… and without hesitation. What did he do to me, Sonya? What kind of monster was I? I know sorry won't cut it, but -"

"No, you're not giving me that crap, Jax." She punches his metal arm, and the dull metallic reverberation is enough to shut him up and listen as her face scrunches up in a pained expression. "That wasn't you, alright? That was Quan Chi using you, forcing you to do things you'd never agree to because he knew it would hurt you." Her gaze softens, then, "Hurt us. The fact that you're sitting here, looking like you're about to sob your heart out, is enough proof that that wasn't you, soldier."

He's quiet then, contemplative. It isn't enough to absolve his guilt, but it was enough to momentarily soothe the shock of being alive, cauterizing an emotional wound he would have to address properly later.

Finally, a low chuckle leaves him, the man shaking his head before looking at Sonya again. "Can't be taking it worse than the other guys, can I?" The exasperated body language that immediately took over her form tipped him off that he was right, but he could see when Sonya needed to rant - he was pretty sure she'd combust one day if she dealt with enough bullshit all at once.

"Actually, from me? You're getting top marks. Sub-Zero is still unconscious, so there's no saying how he'll react. Raiden says that he must 'join his mind to the body Quan Chi had constructed for him', whatever that means. And Scorpion's being…" Sonya mentally counts to ten, then sighs. "He set himself on fire and nearly killed two people, Kenshi had to knock him out. Twice. Raiden tried to speak to him after that, but it just threw him into another fit."

"... Damn."

"Yeah…" She shifts, then, her posture changing into something less confident, a rare glimpse of her being unsure. "I… this is going to make me sound like a bitch, but… I don't know what to do with him. No one knows. We went in hoping to resurrect everyone we lost, but it feels like we wasted that chance by resurrecting Scorpion instead, and the bastard acts like we did him a disservice.

"Meanwhile I can't just say it to his face that we didn't even mean to revive him, now can I? And we can't just let him go either, not without risking him just running back to Quan Chi and wasting all of our efforts." Jax can feel how much this is wearing on Sonya, and he understood her frustration so he lets her rant, but it's clear there was something on his mind. Although he would've waited for her to finish, Sonya doesn't keep going, instead looking at him and sighing again. "Go on, say what you're gonna say. I know that face."

"Look, I getcha, but he won't be running back to Quan Chi as fast as you think."

"... I'm not following, Jax." A deadpanned admission of her confusion, Sonya couldn't see where he was going with this, a hand on her hip as she scowled less at Jax and more at the concept of Scorpion going against her perception of him.

"I know Scorpion was the most… loyal of us, but he also seemed to be the only one of us that could think clearly, even if it didn't do him any good. All it meant was that he did the bastard's bidding unwillingly, was the only one of us that actively wanted to break away from Quan Chi." Unlike he, who felt nauseous at the gratefulness he remembered towards the necromancer. Everything he did…

"Then why is he throwing a fit when he got what he wanted? He's free of Quan Chi isn't he?" She snapped, and Jax almost laughed at her exasperation with the now living spectre, but the weight of his next words took the will to do so from him.

"... Pretty sure he wanted to die and stay dead, Sonya."

That seems to get through to her, and Jax could swear he heard her teeth clack together from how quickly she shut her mouth, lips trained into a tense thin line while her eyes showed the thoughts running through her mind. Clarity, anger, guilt, frustration, worry. One after the other, she mulled her thoughts over, the silence between them only filled by the beeping of his heart monitor. Jax could guess the words that were going to leave her next:

"Is… is that how you feel, too?"

Jax feels his eyes water, threatening to overflow with the emotions he was trying so hard to not acknowledge, and a metal hand goes to wipe at them, trying to pass it off as just him rubbing the bridge of his nose. It helped, somewhat, to have the cool metal press against his face.

"I don't really know how I'm feeling right now. I'm glad, Sonya, I'm really glad to be alive and myself again, but all I can think of is just… I don't even know how long I was dead for." His voice strains for a moment, but Jax refuses to let go of his composure and settles for just clearing his throat, sitting up to lean back against the wall behind him. His arms felt heavier than he remembered.

The same hand that punched his arm now rests on his shoulder, squeezes the muscle underneath, and Jax reaches up with his opposite hand to squeeze it in thanks. Whatever his emotions, he was here now, and he'd deal with things one step at a time. Or at the very least, try to.

"I can imagine it's a lot to take in at once. I'm sorry, you just woke up, I shouldn't have come in here only to immediately complain to you -"

He laughs, there, so genuinely that it startled both of them.

"Sonya, you acting like I'm still just me is what's keeping me sitting here in this bed and not throwing a fit like Scorpion is." He means it as a joke, mostly, but a thought worms it's way into his head. "I want to start catching up on everything I missed out on, see if anything that I know can be used against Quan Chi, I do, but right now… I just can't. This barely feels real." He squeezed the hand on his shoulder once more before letting go, resting his hands in his lap. "Part of me wants to go back to sleep, so sure this is just some kind of fucked up dream he conjured up, a taste of freedom to rip away from me."

Sonya crosses her arms at the waist, gaze resting on his heart monitor, swallowing down bouts of emotion that threatened her composure, ever unused to letting go of her detached military upbringing. She knew it wouldn't be easy, that getting them back was only part of the battle, but… she can't say she didn't hope things would be less taxing on them all.

"Well, it isn't, and I'll be glad to beat that into your head anytime you need me." She sits at the side of his bed, the mattress barely denting under her weight, and it was clear she was struggling still with being genuine, but making an effort. "I've missed you, Jax. I'm glad you're back." She doesn't reach for a hug, but Jax does, and she clings to his frame like she's afraid to let go. "It hasn't been the same without you."

"Missed you too."

They stay like that for nearly a minute, Jax just taking in the feel of a friendly touch, the warmth of another, and again he thinks on how Sonya is being his rock right now, a foundation for him to lean against while reality keeps shaking him down. Eventually, however, they must break apart, and Sonya is the first to do so, awkwardly clearing her throat as she stands, looking around the room.

"I should… probably let you rest some more. You'll have to go through a proper mental and physical examination, and after that I'm sure you'll be swarmed with visits. Johnny said -"

"God, please, anyone but him."

Sonya cracks a smile again, shaking her head. "He said Raiden wanted to talk to you too, once you were ready. Johnny just sent his well wishes from his own infirmary room." Ah, right, Jax stabbed him didn't he? But before he can mull on the guilt that lays there, Sonya raises her hand. "He's fine, Raiden healed the worst of it, and he doesn't blame you, trust me." It doesn't help as much as he wants it to help, but it's enough to push the thoughts into the back of his mind, at least for now. "Is there anything you need or want, before I go? Food, water? I could probably get a TV in here -"

"I'm good, I'm good. I feel like watching the news right now would be a bit much to take in." He wasn't hungry just yet, but he had a feeling he'd be starving sooner or later, once his body realized they had to eat to live again. "I do have a question, though. Before I have to talk to everyone, deal with all the medical bullshit…" The thought that had crawled into his mind earlier, at his comment aimed at Scorpion, wormed its way to the forefront of his mind. "Do you think I could talk to Scorpion? Alone?"

That gives Sonya pause, her brows furrowing in mild confusion and doubt, but her expression softens when she looks at Jax, remembering what he'd told her just a few moments ago. Still, she can't help but worry. "Are you sure? He's a danger to himself and others, Jax. What do you think talking to him will accomplish?"

"I know, I heard ya." He leans his head back against the wall, tilting it up and squinting at the bright white lights illuminating the room. "But this is less about me talking him down and more about… I don't know. Talking to someone who was there with me, understands what I went through." There, he lowers his eyes from the lights to Sonya's face, noting how she was visibly chewing on her cheek as she argued with herself. "And if talking to me manages to calm him down? That'll just be a bonus."

"... Fine. I'll see what I can do." Eventually, Sonya relented, shaking her head as her hand came to rest on her hip again. Their second next bet on dealing with Scorpion was having Kenshi try to talk to him in his dreams, but it was clear that just keeping the living wraith in control was already taxing on the telepath. "But if he as much as looks at you funny -"

"I'll smack him upside the head myself, Sonya." She scowled at him, and Jax let out a short huff of a laugh. "Wrong answer, got it. I'll leave him alone, I promise. I'm not exactly itching to experience third-degree burns."

That seems to appease her, even if her unamused frown remained. "I'll hold you to that, Jax." With that, she turned on her heels and headed out of the room, but she lingered on the doorway, hand resting in front of the sensors to keep the door open. There was clearly so much on her mind, but all she offered him was a tired smile. "I'll see you later. Rest up, soldier."

A mock salute was his reply, and he only dropped it once Sonya was out of sight, the doors closing behind her. Immediately, he laid back down, breathing in and exhaling a deep, drawn-out sigh that seemed to completely deflate him. His thoughts were a mess, and his emotions were an even bigger one, but… that was good, right? It meant he was himself again.

Or so he hoped.

Next Chapter: [ WIP ]

#mortal kombat #jax briggs #sonya blade #my writings #me rushing the polish on this so that i can post this before gym #anyway!!! its good to be back ive missed writing for mk #anyway sonya and jax arent appreciated enough

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FMAB: Daughter of the Dusk – Chapter 8: A Gunshot Through Hope

(A little late, but here’s my non-fic contribution to the fandom in honour of FMA day! The game is quite long overall, so this covers just the first part, which I figured people might be curious about since it ties up the cliffhanger from Prince of the Dawn. Not sure if I’ll do the rest of the game yet, but in the meantime – enjoy this chapter!)

Daughter of the Dusk is the sequel to Prince of the Dawn, which covers Chapters 1-7 of the story, and has a English-subbed playthrough by EnvyPlays (which you should watch first before reading on, obviously). I don’t have either game, so this summary is based on this playthrough by チキンオレ, starting from video 9 in the playlist.

The game is set before the Briggs arc, and picks up directly from where the previous one ended: at the Amestris-Aerugo peace treaty signing ceremony in Central City, with Bradley and Prince Claudio shaking hands onstage. Ed spots Scar in the audience, but he vanishes before Ed can give pursuit.

Meanwhile, up on the radio tower, Hawkeye prepares to snipe Claudio (on Bradley’s orders) with Black Hayate by her side. She takes out her pocketbook to check the ceremony map, and a photo of the team falls out, leading to this moment as she looks at the photo…

HAWKEYE: [silently] I pull this trigger of my own will. [aloud, at Hayate’s worried expression] It’s alright. [aims the rifle at Claudio as he begins his speech] The Hawk’s Eye does not miss. Goodbye, Colonel.

[sound of gunshot, cut to black]

[flashback to before the signing ceremony]

CHAPTER 8: A GUNSHOT THROUGH HOPE

NARRATOR: Central City gladly welcomed “Envoy of Peace” Prince Claudio, whose arrival marked the end of a long war. But the gunshot that rang out at the climax of the festivities – the peace treaty signing ceremony – abruptly turned the celebratory cheers to screams. The beginning can be traced back to several hours before the fated time……

FUHRER’S OFFICE: Envy leaves to bring Hawkeye to the sniper spot. Greed arrives. Bradley assigns him to bring Hawkeye’s rifle from the armoury (G: “How could a sniper forget her rifle?” B: “She couldn’t carry it and get past security.”), and gives him an ID for a weapons dealer so he can get in.

[player character: Greed]

CENTRAL COMMAND - RECEPTION: Greed bluffs his way past (G: Lying is against my creed, but I did promise to do this…), mainly because it turns out Bradley informed them beforehand of his arrival.

CENTRAL COMMAND - ARMOURY 2: Greed notices something odd about a large box, but dismisses it as his imagination, and takes the rifle. Bradley appears, having “coincidentally” passed by. Greed realises this was a test. (B: “This is a tactic that will shake the nation. Who knew if ‘the prince’ would make a racket.”) Bradley then reveals Greed’s next task – blowing up the sniper spot after the deed is done, to erase the evidence and silence Hawkeye.

[PC: Mustang, who is implied to have been hiding in the box Greed noticed]

Mustang thinks about what he overheard – the assassination and silencing of Hawkeye afterwards. (M: “My instinct was spot on, to have picked this as the meeting place! [beat] Time is running out. ……I’ll have to cancel my date. Hang in there.”) He heads out to search for the sniper spot.

CENTRAL COMMAND - LOBBY: A soldier tells Mustang that Hawkeye has gone out, and someone at the entrance might know where she was headed.

At the entrance, best boy™️ Black Hayate barks and proceeds to tug Mustang’s uniform. (M: “What’re you doing! I don’t have time to play with you now…" BH: [growls] M: “Ow ow ow! Let go! [beat] Fine, I’ll follow you! Lead me to where your master is……")

Mustang spots Envy in the city, and deduces that Hawkeye is somewhere nearby. He arrives at the train depot, followed swiftly by Ed looking for Hayate (this scene was seen from Ed’s POV in the previous game, at 13:20 of Part 18). Mustang decides to return Hayate and make Ed leave so they won’t get caught up in this. He reflects on how Hawkeye has been given nothing but tasks opposite to him ever since Claudio arrived, likely because the higher-ups wanted to separate them so he wouldn’t find out about the assassination plan… which didn’t work out, clearly. Hawkeye then arrives (their confrontation was also previously seen from Hawkeye’s POV, at 7:08 of Part 19).

[PC: Fuery]

Fuery wrings his hands over having lost sight of Mustang, Ed, and Hayate. He decides to track down Mustang since something about him had looked off, by asking around if anyone’s seen him.

ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT: Fuery runs into Vanessa, who is Peak Angry at Mustang for passing by without noticing her at all. She says that he’d headed towards the abandoned factory.

[PC: Mustang]

ABANDONED FACTORY: Fuery finally finds Mustang, who asks what he’s doing here. (F: “Please stop saying such stand-offish things. Something happened, right, Colonel?” M: “You’re no longer under my command. Whatever I do has nothing to do with you.” F: “It does! I’m worried of my own accord!” M: “One after another… I really did get some strong-willed subordinates, huh.”) Scar then appears out of… seemingly nowhere, causing Mustang to dimiss Fuery over his protests, telling him to contact Breda and Falman. Scar and Mustang both declare they don’t have time for this. Scar activates his disintegration alchemy, but Mustang makes a smokescreen with flame alchemy and runs off.

[Time left until the fated moment – 00:59:59]

Having explained the situation to Falman, Breda, and Fuery, Mustang tells them it’s not too late to return to their posts, but of course they reject this offhand. Mustang then says that he’s going to meet Claudio and try to stop the signing ceremony somehow.

[Time left until the fated moment – 00:51:28]

Mustang asks Claudio to not appear at the ceremony, as he is being targeted. Claudio says he was prepared for the danger all along, and a mini-game follows where you have to choose dialogue that will convince him. Mustang says that it’s a plot by rebels within the military (another option says it’s by mysterious aliens, lol) with a sniper known to be a crack shot, though he claims their identity is still under investigation. Claudio then asks the real reason why he’s so determined to stop this, since it might even endanger his standing in the military, and Mustang answers that it’s out of his personal wish of peace. In the end, Claudio declares that he still won’t stop the ceremony just to protect his own life, but he will bear Mustang’s words in mind. Mustang acknowledges this determination, and says that he will do everything he can to foil the plot.

[Time left until the fated moment – 00:32:23]

[PC: Fuery]

Fuery sneaks into the communication room to eavesdrop on transmissions from Bradley’s allies to Hawkeye. After some false alarms (including a report of a woman being detained for carrying a rifle-shaped object and blunt weapon, who turns out to be Winry with automail case and spanner), he catches an exchange between Envy and Hawkeye, and finds out the sniper spot is outside the ceremony area and informs the rest. An emergency report then comes in about an intruder at the back door – it’s Scar.

[PC: Scar]

Scar barges in and destroys things while… monologuing darkly about various things, including his comrades and “that man”. (I’ll be honest, I do not like this Ishvalan terrorist subplot at all so I paid about zero attention to it.) He leaves. Falman and Breda arrive under the pretext of providing backup.

[Time left until the fated moment – 00:24:45]

[PC: Falman]

Falman and Breda head towards the watchtower to look for Hawkeye’s sniper spot. Just to be on the safe side, Falman memorises a guard assignment map of the ceremony area, which turns out useful when a suspicious soldier gives them a literal pop quiz to prove they’re really here as backup. Falman aces it, and Breda sneaks off while he proceeds to distract the soldier… with a long, long, long monologue on the founding of Amestris. Which continues even as the screen fades to black. Who ever said history wasn’t useful?

[Time left until the fated moment – 00:15:22]

[PC: Breda]

Breda sneaks up to the watchtower, and spots Hawkeye through a telescope, at her sniper spot atop the radio tower. He’s then discovered, but manages to send word to Mustang before he’s knocked out.

[Time left until the fated moment – 00:04:48]

[PC: Mustang]

Mustang hears Breda’s message but can’t get any further response from him, and rushes off. Fuery also radios in to warn that Bradley has ordered Mustang’s arrest, saying not to reply before he’s seemingly arrested too. Mustang is then surrounded, but spots a certain gremlin.

[Time left until the fated moment – 00:03:11]

[PC: Ed]

Unsurprisingly, Ed is furious, and proceeds to furiously kick ass via alchemy. Mustang warns him about the plot before leaving. (M: “The Hawk’s Eye is aiming for the stage. She’s being used by them. I don’t want to ask anything of you, but–” E: “Leave it to me.” M: “You’re not surprised? ……so you already noticed.” E: “No. I didn’t know until now.” M: [shrugs with excessive sass])

Other soldiers try to stop Ed, on account of him being Mustang’s ally, leading to an entertaining obstacle course as he dashes towards the stage. (E: “Hah, as if they could keep up with me! [beat] …wait, this isn’t the time for that!”)

We’re now back to the start, at the moment where Claudio begins his speech. From offstage, Ed spots a flash from the radio tower. He rushes forward to tackle Claudio down and gets shot……… on his automail, so it’s all fine!

It gets much less fine a moment later, when the radio tower blows up. Hawkeye pulls Hayate into a hug, trying to shield him as the tower falls onto them, but the entire thing goes up in flames just in time, metal and all. Stunned, Hawkeye turns around amidst the drifting ashes to see none other than…

MUSTANG: Sorry I kept you waiting. You ended up bearing all this alone. HAWKEYE: I chose this myself. MUSTANG: You were trying to protect us, weren’t you? Leave the rest to me. [Hawkeye inhales sharply] Protection is my job. HAWKEYE: Understood.

Meanwhile, back at the ceremony:

AL: Brother! ELENA: Brother! WINRY: Ed! AL: [silently] “Brother”!? Elena definitely said that just now……!

ED: That was close. CLAUDIO: …time to change plans. We’ll retreat for now. [leaves] ED: What was that about……?

There’s a bit more aftermath: Scar talks with another Ishvalan, Envy chews Greed out for letting Hawkeye escape (until Father bitches them out for sibling quarrels), and Bradley says he’ll release Mustang’s team.

We cut to Mustang and Breda right outside the ceremony area:

ED: Is everyone okay!? BREDA: Everyone was let off without censure. Sergeant Fuery, Officer Falman, and Lieutenant Hawkeye are fine too. MUSTANG: “In recognition of heroic actions to save the prince’s life”, apparently. ED: And what about the ceasefire treaty? MUSTANG: It’s taking everything we have just to handle the fallout. About the treaty, or the prince… none of it has been decided. ED: That prince……

AL: [narrating] The prince’s life was saved with Brother’s involvement. It seems that the Fuhrer and his allies had planned from the start to worsen the war by killing the prince. Unaware of all this, Prince Claudio remains in this country, and is said to be hoping to start over on the treaty. But there’s something I’m far more bothered by–

[flashback to Elena shouting “Brother!”]

AL: The word Elena shouted while looking at Prince Claudio… and yet, I wasn’t able to ask her anything. Because it felt like Elena would vanish somewhere, if I did ask……

To be continued.

And last but not least… the trailer for the next chapter!

WINRY: Oh no, it’s terrible! There’s been a case! A locked-room murder! The name of the case is “The Murder of Colonel Roy Mustang”! ED: So you died without achieving your goal… go to your sleep in peace, Colonel. ROY: Hold it right there! I’m still alive! WINRY: I’ll solve this case for sure! I definitely will! Next time, on FMAB: Daughter of the Dusk, Chapter 9 – Automail Mechanic Winry Rockbell’s Splendid Casebook! ROY: Like I said, stop progressing the story however you like! [gets elbowed(??) by Winry] WINRY: Well then, who’s the culprit!?

#fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fma #fmab #fma wii #prince of the dawn #daughter of the dusk #fma daughter of dusk #what the heck IS the tag for the game #mine #fma translation #long post #i hope this is a somewhat readable format at least #it was the best i could do within limits of tumblr formatting without making it ridiculously long #ANYWAY YEAH these games do get quite ridiculous at times but i enjoyed watching em more than i expected #especially this part because mustang team shenanigans are always yes #(and also the last part of prince of dawn because riza)#also it's telling that the one line i got seriously stuck on was ed's in the next chap trailer #unsubbed audio will be the actual death of me basically

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whumping-out-of-timee · 3 years

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Fear me

Cw: Demons, Murder, Minor character death, Knife, Near coerced murder, Cannibalism, Throat injury, Blood, Fear, Mocking, Sadistic whumper, Unpredictable whumper, Death threats, Hopelessness, Gore

Previous: The origin

Heed the content warnings on this one for real. It involves minor character death, near coerced murder, graphic murder, cannibalism.

If you'd like to skip it, here's a summary: Reyo graphically kills and eats another demon in front of Niko. Because, he wants Niko to be afraid of him again.

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*****

The air was especially warm today, but there was nothing to do. Niko sat staring at the horizon, it appeared more colorful than normal. Almost breaking from it's muted gray tone. The wind blew his hair slightly.

It was calm without Reyo around. He hadn't bothered to show up in days. Leaving Niko confused by the fuzzy memory of him.

Did I.. dream it? I must have. Why would he ever show me kindness. It must just be another sick game

Reyo appeared before him, ruining his daydream. Niko was tiring of his games, he stayed seated on the ground.

"Not jumping up to greet me like usual?" Reyo glared, a thinly veiled threat.

Niko jumped to his feet immediately as Reyo stalked around him.

"Not afraid of me anymore, are you? What? Do you expect me to coddle you? You're nothing but pathetic" Reyo mocked him, tilting his head to examine Niko's defeated look.

I would be stupid to think his kindness meant anything

"Don't run off, I'll be right back." He growled as he disappeared.

Great, he seems to be in a bad mood today

Niko looked to the skyline, it almost appeared blue today. He missed the way the real sky looked. Missed the wind in his feathers. Missed his wings.

No use mourning over that

Reyo returned, holding another demon by the upper arm. They looked annoyed but didn't fight as they were dragged after him. Reyo didn't seem to acknowledge their existence as he analyzed Niko's glare.

As Reyo drew near, he released his hold on the stranger, turning to them with a sour look. They stood facing him, eyes averted down in shame.

What? Who's that?

Reyo took a condescending tone with the stranger as he spoke "I gave you a warning and you still stole from me. I know you did." He got close in their face as they tried to flinch away. "Normally I wouldn't care about missing food. But, I've been having to feed my captive here, so he doesn't die." He took a step back, inhaling sharply as if to gain control of himself.

He began again, in a low growl, as he stepped back to address both of them. "I'm tired of both of you. I'm tired of starving. I'm tired of no one listening to my threats" he gave Niko the side eye at the last part.

"so, I'm going to solve it!" He exclaimed, almost cheerfully.

The stranger was shaking, as Reyo drew near again. Turning their chin up to look them in the eyes. "Awe, why are you afraid now? You never listened to my warnings before now. It would've been so easy." He let them go with a chuckle.

"Now.." he paused, turning to address Niko.

"What's your name, angel?"

"N-Niko"

Reyo turned back to the trembling stranger. "Now, Niko here, is somewhat of a murder. Would you kill Niko to avoid punishment?" A grin spreading across his face at those words.

"Yes- whatever you want master" their voice wavered, but the sigh of relief was obvious.

Reyo's expression was pure evil as he met Niko's shocked gaze. Spinning around, almost playfully, as he distanced himself from the situation.

Is this how I die? After everything. They didn't even look at me before promising to kill me

Reyo broke out in laughter, "Did you hear that, angel? They wouldn't feel bad about killing you." He got serious as he added "I want you to keep that in mind, as you kill them."

He can't be serious. I cant- I've never killed anyone that except Reyo, and he's immortal

The stranger tried sprinting away, Reyo grabbed them instantly, pining their arm behind them. "Sorry I don't feel like chasing today." he met Niko's gaze, adding, "same goes for you, angel."

Niko stood silently, lost in his own racing mind. Time moved slowly as the color left his face.

He's not joking.. I can't do something like that. What will he do if I dont obey?

He looked down, trying not to focus on the struggling creature in Reyo's grip. A sharp noise, as Reyo broke the hand that clawed at him. A scream further freezing Niko in fear.

Reyo took a knife out of his pocket, dropping it to the floor and kicking it towards Niko.

"If you make another piss poor attempt at stabbing me, I'll kill you Niko" he threatened, before turning his attention back on the struggling demon. "You're not very good at getting away, huh?"

"Please- Reyo-" they pleaded, before Reyo put his hand over their mouth

"Oh, shut up."

He turned his attention to Niko, who was still standing stunned at the scene "oh, come on angel, too good for murder now?"

"I- can't-"

"Pick up the knife. Now." Reyo interrupted, impatiently tightening his grip on the demon in his arms.

This is crazy, I would never- I won't

"Now!" Reyo glared over the demons shoulder at him. "Or else."

Niko bent down reluctantly, to reach for the knife. Grateful for an excuse to break eye contact with Reyo. It was cold in his hands, his reflection blurry in it. Anger boiled over in him.

I'm going to stab Reyo. I don't care what he does about it. I'm doomed to die anyway. Why would I ever kill someone for his entertainment?

"Good, now come here, angel." Reyo mused, his voice calm again.

Niko took a shaky step forward, closing the distance. Reyo didn't seem to mind his slow pace drawing out the moment.

Maybe I'm just glad it's not the other way around. Eventually it will be..

He didn't want to think about the inevitable.

"Do it, Niko." Spit out as a threat, neon orange glare burning through him. Shattering Niko's retaliation before it begun. The blade shaking in his hand before slipping through his fingers.

I can't hurt Reyo. I can't. He's a monster. Unkillable. Things will only be worse.

The echo of the knife on the floor brought a smirk to Reyo's cold expression. "Ahh, think your refusal is a service to them? How stupid."

He tightened his grip around the stranger, condescending words hidden under an artificially sweet tone. "Let's show Niko what he's in for, hm?"

Reyo's cruelty surfacing again, as he laughed at their panicked struggles. Seemingly unbothered as they managed to bite into his fingers. He kept his hand tightly over their mouth as color ran down his arm.

Niko wanted to run but he was too terrified. Aware of his every heart beat as he watched, completely frozen.

Reyo's claws dug into the demons cheek as he pulled their head back at an unnatural angle. Flashing a toothy grin at Niko before biting down with force on their exposed skin.

The stranger's eyes widening as they tried to grasp for air. Reyo's jaws still tightly clenched around their throat as a sharp ripping motion brought blood to the stranger's mouth.

Niko watched in shocked fear. Unable to form a coherent thought. Wincing at every flinch the dying stranger made.

He's- like a rabid animal

The gruesome scene before him erasing any hope he had of survival, red smothering it all. Gasping in the air as though he was underwater. Drowning in powerless fear as he hid behind closed eyelids. Overflowing down his face to meet the red below.

That color will suffocate me as well

*****

Next: Sub-zero

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DJ’s: YOU AREN’T PRODUCERS. TAKE THAT WORD OUT OF YOUR SOCIAL BIOS.

Possibly controversial opinion:

TLDR: DJ's: If you're not posting original music, edits, remixes, or anything of the sort. Please don't put "producer" in your SoundCloud bio. It's alot like that guy in High School who would say "Yea man I play guitar, I shred like, all the time" then you hand him a guitar and he just starts goin ham with a poorly executed and under-practiced "Smoke on the Water" or "Enter Sandman" opening riff. On repeat. The entire time he plays. Except with DJ/Producers you can't just hand someone a laptop to "hear them shred on a DAW" so its alot easier to get away with in our EDM world.

FULL RANT: There is a huge difference between "DJ" and "Producer" and there isn't a single thing wrong with just being a "DJ" and not both. People still need and want DJ mixes. There's zero shame in admitting that you don't, or don't know how to, produce music.

It only bugs me (and to be clear, it doesn't even bug me all that much) coz producers like myself and my friends spend countless hours learning and mastering our craft, so that title of "producer" is somewhat earned in my opinion. You can't just download a DAW and say "I'm a producer" if you've never once truly used it.

Producers create. DJ's mix. If your SC page is only mixes, you're a DJ. If your SC page contains original content/music you created yourself, then there's nothing wrong with adding that "producer" bit in your bio. Even if what you're posting is ID's, WIPs, ideas, bootlegs, etc. It doesn't need to be fully finished and mastered music. If you created it, you produced it, you are a producer on some level (beginner/intermediate/TUNE GOD, etc)

If you're a DJ now, and are just now learning to produce, just wait until you start posting/uploading your tunes. THEN add that fabled "producer" title to your socials.

I'm also not alone. Myself and several of my producer friends have expressed at least some frustration towards the DJ's that both call themselves a producer in their socials and even (sometimes) out in public. It can definitely be a "wtf" moment (and this has literally happened to me before) when you are talking to someone, be it an Entertainment/Booking manager or a bigger DJ, telling them about your music and your work. Then another DJ shows up and starts doing the same. But you know that person, and you're aware of the fact that they've never made a tune or have even tried to start learning.

Now there's the possibility that someone who's never worked on tunes in their life could get the credit or booking that you were working so hard for, and they didn't spend a minute doing the same. They just happen to be VERY good at talking to promoters, knowing what they want to hear, and manipulating the truth to fit a narrative that will get them hired or booked. And this has happened to me. They ended up getting a better time slot than me as they grossly exaggerated their SoundCloud stats, and played a song to the promoter by an underground artist claiming that it was their own. I kept my mouth shut. I should have spoken up, but I didn't think his ploy would work and I was new to that particular local scene, I wanted to avoid burning bridges or looking salty/bad. His set ended up being really rough, he'd lied about knowing CDJ gear (he didn't), spent an hour trainwrecking almost every transition, the dance floor was empty by the end of his set, he left the venue in a hurry afterwards and I've never seen him since.

Unfortunately it's not like many local event managers actually care. They just want a good DJ, and they'll often believe you if you tell them you're more than just a DJ. They likely don't have a reason to doubt you, and often don't care enough to check the validity of those claims. Or maybe they don't even know the difference between "DJ" and "Producer"

So in in summary: DJ's. You're not producers. Not unless you make your own music/Unless you are a creator. And just for the record, opening a DAW, playing with Serum for a few minutes, and tossing a few loops into a bus/channel doesn't count. Take the time to learn properly how to write progressions/melodies, program sequences, mix-down your track elements, structure your tune and bonus points for doing it all without presets (learn sound design) and without loops (learn drum & pattern sequencing) If you have that DAW installed, you're already sooo much farther ahead than tons of others in your position. Hit up YouTube for some tutorials and you're on your way!

In Conclusion: Please. Please. PLEASE don't take credit for the kind of work producers spend up to 10-15 hours a track doing (my average time to finish a song entirely). You could cost a talented soul a gig or time slot they've been busting their asses for for years. There really isn't anything wrong with being JUST a DJ. Its a good thing, and still a valid and useful skillset with tons of work/gig opportunities. I played plenty of gigs before I really started calling myself a "producer". You may not get the best timeslots as compared to producers. But be honest with yourself, you could be a fantastic DJ, but who most deserves good timeslots at events? The guys with something to promote. A product to offer. And that product is their creative content/music/whatever. And that guy could be you, you just need to take the time to learn and work hard at honing your craft and skillsets.

Soooo take "producer" out of your bio if all you're posting is mixes and mashups. And if your bio says it, or you identify as a Producer, you better expect me to fuckin test you on it cause I will. Immediately. And if you don’t pull a home made, non-plagiarizing, ORIGINAL piece of creative expression/content out of your ass in that very moment then I swear to Cthulhu I will perform a social/career crucifixion (alot like “social/career suicide” except I do it to you) on you. Your ‘music career’ ends right there on the spot, ESPECIALLY if you play some underground artist and act like its your music and take credit for it. That’s just so far from ok. And I WILL notice. I was an underground non commercial radio DJ for over 2 years. and a lifelong enthusiast all around. Trust me. I will know. So just be honest with yourself, and others. Please, and thank you.

- Signed, bedroom producers the world over.

PS - I’m SERIOUS guys. I won't stay silent next time. If I see a DJ try to take credit for another artists work (especially while talking to promoters, and especially taking credit for underground artists work) I will shut that shit down instantly. I will ensure they're instacancelled on the spot and won't play a gig in that area ever again. Plagiarism is NOT COOL. Don't plagiarize. Seriously. You will never have a career in music if you make Plagiarism a part of your “strategy for success” in the music industry. And I will personally work towards ensuring that. (example: I still to this day convert people to the cancellation of DJ Bl3nd. That POS blatantly ripped off so many artists, and is a perfect PERFECT example of a DJ claiming to be a producer. But isn’t. AND he used plagiarism + ghost producers COMBINED to make it seem like he was a producer) I don’t care if you do end up learning to produce after the fact and start making decent tunes.. If you plagiarize and try to use it to advance your career, I will do everything I can to stop you. For ever.

P.P.S. - For those of you DJ's who are learning to produce, don't take any offense to this rant its not directed at you guys, and please PLEASE don't get discouraged. You're likely not even applicable to this rant as you're actually working towards the title. So let me help you in that, below this text I'll be linking a few awesome YouTube producer channels who upload educational music/producer content. As well as some links to great sample/drum kits and more useful tools to help in your learning curve. I am also always available for producing tips and advice, just send me a direct message or comment on this post and I'll give you the best answer from my own experience/abilities/knowledge. Thanks for taking the time to read this ridiculous and stupidly long rant. I hope you can see where I’m coming from. And I’m sure many actual producers can agree with a lot of my points and reasoning. Have a good one. Peep my tunes if you have some time. Peace and deuces to all! -Anton Radke

www.soundcloud.com/antonradke www.facebook.com/antonradkemusic booking/collabs/commissions/general inquiries/demos: [email protected]

Resources and tools for learning producers: Some production education channels on YouTube that I highly recommend:

Dylan Tallchief has some fantastic tutorials for many different EDM genres which cover more than just production. He talks in depth about music theory, sound design. All of it. He shows how to use both Ableton and FL Studio. HIGHLY RECOMMMEND this channel:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCIu2Fj4x_VMn2dgSB1bFyQA

For rap/hip-hop producers, I recommend watching videos made by these two gentlemen:

Praxi Plays covers tons of genres/sub genres, and different styles of commercial, and less than commercial rap/hip hop music. He teaches using FL Studio:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCAE7Doxo5WQRjLPz7JYa7Fw If you prefer darker, more underground rap music, or just less than commercial stuff in general, Based Gutta covers tons of styles of rap beats from the underground rap culture. He’s great, and also pretty hilarious. Also uses FL Studio. Oh and he does Lo-Fi stuff a whole lot as well:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCTrrlfsv-5IBQ1SgPBawT3w

COMPOSERILY is also a good one. But a lot less serious. His videos are definitely more parody and satire than anything, but there’s still lots you can learn from watching him. Tons of useful stuff in his videos. He also does both Ableton and FL Studio depending on the song/artist he’s trying to sound like.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8Ujq8PBm0MWraaXd8MsIAQ

For drums and other samples, I highly recommend getting a Splice Account. Its incredible So many options! And you can download individual sounds. You don’t have to download an entire sample pack if you just want one kick drum that it happens to have which is great. A good brokeboi alternative would be Looperman. Its basically a discount/Wal-Mart level “Splice” style service but free.

www.Splice.com

www.looperman.com

Some useful sample kits I recommend getting for the sake of drum sequencing/programming:

XFER Pack by Steve Duda and deadmau5 (great for house and 4/4 edm genres)

BIGHEAD Sample Pack by BigHead (available on Splice) [great for trap/rap/hiphop]

literally ANY vengeance or cymatics sample pack will also be a great choice for practically any type of bass music. Face it. Bass music drums are boring and are all almost IDENTICAL from song to song (with the exception of the kick drum) so any Vengeance or Cymatics dubstep sample kit will do you justice here.

VSTs to consider: EDM: Sylenth1 (must have), Razor (underrated), Massive, Serum (must have), U-He Diva, Nexus (overrated but useful), Dblue Glitch, DBlue Tapestop, Engineers Filter (free, amazing Equalizer. deadmau5 approved), CamelCrusher, OTT (overrated but useful), Cthulhu (MIDI sequencer programmed by deadmau5, hella cool but confusing)

Rap Music VSTs to consider: Omnisphere. that’s it. I’m not kidding. A talented producer armed with Omnisphere, and a decent drum sample kit, who is very good at sampling and writing melody/progression can create THOUSANDS of Grammy worthy rap/trap beats without even once reusing an Omnisphere preset. Its like Nexus. Except it truly doesn’t suck, and is worth the absurd price tag.

-Anton Radke www.soundcloud.com/antonradke www.facebook.com/antonradkemusic booking/collabs/commissions/general inquiries/demos: [email protected]

#edm #DJ #producer #house music #bass music #dubstep bass #bass #festivals #concerts #clubs #shows #music #music industry #plagiarism

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megamanxfanfics · 3 years

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Looking back at the 1st Nightmare Arc

Well folks, here we are. It’s the end of the year and I successfully completed Season VI’s first arc! Today, it’s all about celebrating with an honest take on how I feel it all went down. No backstories on what took so long this time. Just all Mega lore and analyzing whatever I’ve managed to create in the Fanon. So let’s dive into it. This was an interesting one:

tl;dr? - Ep. 1: Boring Beginning, Exciting Middle Ep. 2: Steady Solid Stage! Ep. 3: Long Stage, Big Payoff Ep. 4: Strong Start, Very Expository Ep. 5: Another Long Stage, but not Draining Ep. 6: Reverse Pacing Ep. 7: Epic. As. Fuck.

Ep. 1: I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but Boring Beginning. I wanted it to start just like the game with the exciting narrative intro, except.. written out, it’s not all that exciting, but instead - expected. The same goes for Gate’s immediate monologue when you press start. I took the safe, easy route and just added stage directions to his discovery of Zero’s “piece”. Regardless, this was “A Broken World”, and I loved that title for a new Season #1. Honestly, I feel like this one really picks up from the middle, onward. Once we get into X’s first mission, the addition of the new reploids from the X5 ending didn’t really help at all. I got rid of them almost as soon as I introduced them, but it was supposed to serve a purpose. It was supposed to show us just how dangerous it is out there for noobies - especially the ones who think they know it all, like Cody. Once X fights High Max though, we almost mirrored the X1 feeling, which is exactly what I wanted. From here on, it’s pretty exciting and interesting to me. Because now X is all intrigued and worried about these new “Investigators” that have sprouted up. Giving X someone to fear again with High Max made for a really refreshing touch, too. Once he gets home to learn about them from Alia, the episode heavily leans on flashbacks from Xtreme 2, but they serve as a nice re-introduction to our 8 Investigators. I also really liked their Re-activation scene. That mirrored the vibe from Mega Missions when Doppler revived his select batch of Mavericks. Once they pinpoint their locations and X finds out that 3 of the Investigators are in Brazil, he wants to go there first. I feel such a hyped jolt of excitement at that Cliffhanger.

Ep. 2: Steady Solid Stage! It took forever to write out, but upon reading it, the pacing is surprisingly smooth as X explores the Amazon Forest. Calling it “The Nightmare Is Real” based on a random Rescued Reploid’s words was a little weak at first, but it comes back around to get real meaning by the end. During the stage, X’s dialogue with Iso kept things interesting, while he pursued that near-impossible sub-tank. [I swear, you can only acquire this with a jump part equipped, or exposing AI with the fire blade or something...]. I really really didn’t want X to use his Ultimate Armor so soon, for nothing, because I’ve added stakes to such a game-breaking power up. If he uses it, he blows out all of his stamina and needs to rest. Period. Using this to rescue Iso was not only a waste, but things probably would’ve gone down very differently, later. Anyway, that fight with Commander Yammark was perfect. At first, I thought it was a little short, but looking back on it, I love how they both get solid blows in, but then come to a standstill when they realize they’re on the same side. Having Nightmare Zero intervene was absolutely the right choice!! It gave us a new hook for something to come back to, as yet again, X had someone new to fear, like in X1. Since it’s an evil Zero, I’ll even say like X2. This is where the title “The Nightmare is Real” works, because... the Zero Nightmare was absolutely a sentient problem. And it wasn’t going away any time soon. X had to retreat and get out of there. Thank God for Alia’s force-teleporting. Pushing Alia's Love Interest during the debrief was also a very exciting development. I knew I wanted to do this, but at first I wasn’t sure if it was too soon to happen right here. Now, I feel like it was just right.

Ep. 3: Long stage, big payoff. Starting with Isoc’s report to Gate was actually not as boring as the 1st episode canon scenes. I made more of an effort to wake the scene up with stage directions or dialogue that makes more sense... Them talking about the possibility of Zero still being alive also sets up mysterious intrigue. Is he still out there?? And if so, how??? Will we see him???? Naming the entire episode, “The Outlier”, however is misleading. I suppose that could connect to Ground Scaravich, who wasn’t one of Gate’s original creations (in my Fanon). Still, giving X & Alia that slice of life romantic wake up scene at the near-beginning was absolutely refreshing. Not only that, but I think it was very necessary. Things are all Doom and Gloom this Season, which is my forte, but this shows that at Home you can still find happiness in Loved ones. The actual stage itself was an absolute pain in the ass and I knew it was going to be. I'm just glad it didn't completely burn me out. His fight with Ground Scaravich was bad ass though. X had the rare upper hand from the get-go as the menacer that Scaravich was afraid of. So he came in with confident energy and tried to beat him down for information. Of course, Scaravich didn’t let up and only revealed worse information, that those Reploids were being used for DNA Data. But that cliffhanger I left at the end, with Zero Nightmare applauding X for his kill...! It definitely helped me pursue a much sooner Chapter 4.

Ep. 4: Strong Start with the Zero Nightmare fight. I had a big challenge here, because I didn’t want X to win yet. We needed to build this feud and drag it out as much as possible. Zero Nightmare was gaining new motivation. He apparently knows about Zero’s existence, but thinks of him as a Fake. And thus we have the title “Where Is The Fake?”. Having X get weakened and willingly teleport away was a really mature choice. I think it shows growth. He could’ve done that plenty of times in the past. But here we go, X is wounded again.. I didn't want this to become a trope or slow us down, but it brought upon some very necessary world building and character development for the new reploids. Very much, the expository episode, this was an important chapter, because it set up things for future episodes and kept me on track, months later when it was time to think about the bigger picture. Kassy & Hal went to the Magma Area while Tack checked out the Laser Institute. The Nightmare System was in full effect now, and the goal was to show how dangerous the Nightmare actually is to some red shirts, before X goes in there. How effective that actually was in my execution, remains to be seen. At this point the episode title remains prominent, because X expresses sincere interest in finding the Real Zero, but they have... zero leads. (Sorry, I had to.) The Villains even had an interesting follow-up about Scaravich’s death and there was an interaction, which vaguely eluded to something new happening, from Metal Shark. So that will be something fun to look forward to. Ending at the beginning of a new stage is always a cool cliffhanger. Believe it or not, I wanted this to go all the way through the Rainy Turtloid stage, which would have given the title prominence for a 3rd time. But that’s okay.

Ep. 5: Another Long Stage, but its not half as draining as the Central Museum. In fact, all of the Reploid Interactions kept it really lively. Especially by the end. The Inami Temple was the first stage that I could hint at our location with the episode title - “Nightmare Rain”. I wish I could’ve done that for the previous episodes, but it’s alright. I took some interesting risks, during this stage write-through. I almost forgot about that frickin Monbando Reploid unit. I took a real risk by giving him an AI, but he keeps things interesting, giving X someone to talk to, which actually added levity to the situation where appropriate. That Nightmare Zero encounter mid-stage was what it was all about for me, though. I'm really proud of that one, using the stage layout to my advantage in an innovative way. All of that Levy stuff with Rescue Reploid 6 was another interesting choice. I have more in store for her, but I'm really hoping there will be more of a payoff, than just an Easter Egg Cameo. We’ll see. I’m looking forward to seeing what else I can do with her in the next arc. Need I bring up X’s Reploid rescues in the Gaia Armor!?? That was a bright idea that I came up with after post-planning. The original plan was to have X revisit the stage later, but I thought about how this Acid Rain was killing them, so... time to settle the issue of an unused Armor. [X6 granting us the gift of using a modified Fifth Armor was nice, but it made me wonder, why can’t he access the Gaia anymore?]. The answer was just that he doesn’t really like it. But he used it to his advantage here, and now I had a new challenge ahead of me. I had to get rid of it. Another challenge was posed when X discovered a fucking portal in one of the tunnels. I wasn’t prepared for that! But thankfully, I was able to come up with a viable excuse rather than just X being scared of the portal. He ran out of teleporter rings!!!! This gave me new Fanon Mega-science to add to the stakes. Teleporter Rings now need a day to recharge, and it was clear that plenty more needed to be made. This gave Alia & Douglas something to do, so in the end, this was all good. But now it was time for X to face off against Rainy Turtloid. He’d have to come back for the others later. [Time will tell, how well or poorly that is handled, depending on how long it takes X to actually get back there.]

Ep. 6: This one basically had Reverse Pacing, but I liked it. It started with a Climactic, Rainy Turtloid fight. I mean, this was Epic and fucking Brutal. Thanks to my brilliant bring-back of the Gaia Armor, now Turtloid had to take it away and break the shit out of it. This is where “The Fight Becomes Dire” and I thought it was amazing. In my planning phase, that was never remotely on the table, but it worked out wonderfully. What was on the table was X possibly using his Ultimate Armor if the battle got too brutal, but I wanted to avoid that. [I had done practice playthroughs where I managed to get X to win in Normal Armor and definitely in Falcon Armor with some select weapon spamming and pattern memorizing. I was open to keeping it simple, I really was.]. But after X got smacked around like a bitch, it was time for payback. Especially considering Turtloid’s motivation to fight was “But I have to listen to Master...” Here we had the interesting case that both Men respected each other and didn’t want to fight, but they had to. {Even though X thought the Reploid Trapping and Nightmare acceptance was reprehensible}. X primarily focussed on that and tried to change Turtloid’s mind, but once his Gaia Armor was destroyed and X nearly died, it was time for some Ultimate payback. I’m really surprised by how epic and dark it got. I’m very proud of it. After the mission, due to some very necessary stakes and power limiters, X had to sit out for a day again, once again slowing our pacing down to a screeching halt. This one hurt me, I think. At least he wasn't injured this time... As I stated before, when I made the decision to include the Ultimate Armor into this Season, I did so knowing that there needed to be a price. It comes with him using up all his stamina. Therefore, he can't spam it with every mission or battle. The same rules applied to his shotokan moves in Season I & II, which have basically been replaced by the Ultimate Armor at this point. With more opportunity at exposition, however, I was able to follow up on the new reploids, who were now in trouble at their respective missions. [This is the stuff I needed to give X motivation for his mission choices during the planning phase, but it just wasn’t there]. And yet, one was debatably set up too soon. I had a new dilemma, where X was forced to sit out, while Kassy & Hal are stuck at the Magma Area, hurt. The choice to show X training the recruits in the meantime was a fun risk to take though. It showed productivity and progress in the downtime, hopefully eluding to the idea that these newbies can fend for themselves, while it inevitably takes X a while to save them in the future. I also got to develop Levy more and even create some juicy tension between her and Alia, which wasn’t originally planned. I had intended for a 2nd sex scene with Alia to happen at some point, but I didn't want it to be forced. Just more of an implied - ‘this is what’s happening while we wait’. But the addition of Levy’s flirting played into Alia’s insecurities, which gave it more of a purpose. And poor Douglas! Hahahaha. I was so tickled when I put that in out of nowhere. We got some much needed levity when he wanted to show X a new part, but instead he overheard them having sex and walked away with a “Nope!” lol!!! Its becoming very clear that I enjoy the in-between mission slice of life stuff Way more than the missions themselves. But then, when we get back to it... after X gave it a night, he and Signas found every excuse not to save Kassy & Hal yet, because my Stage Order plan still needed to be in play... At least Tack discovered that Portal at Sheldon’s stage. This saved my Stage Order Motivation, but it was still weak. If only Zero was around, then they could split the difference. But what I liked about this was that it showed just how bad of shape that X and co. were in. Yet again, the episode title remained prominent. “The Fight Becomes Dire”! The truth is, they were all over the place and X didn't know where to go first. For the first time in a while, our Hunters are overwhelmed and understaffed. And that was really noticeable here. I still think the ending is kinda weak though. There's no real cliffhanger other than knowing that X will pursue Shield Sheldon next. But overall, I liked the flow of this. There's a lot of forced slow downs in the momentum to have us sit with the characters and their decisions. It makes for a very different, sort of dismal pacing, which adds to the atmosphere of this looming Nightmare that won’t go away. One noticeable thing, however is that I failed to follow up on the Villains this time around. I had an ample opportunity to follow up on Gate’s thoughts for losing Turtloid again, who was debatably his favorite creation. I really botched that up, but I simply didn’t think of it at the time before posting. So who knows? That could be possible room for improvement in a future edit. Either way, the Villains are sure to be due for a check in soon.

Ep. 7: Epic. As. Fuck. But it took a minute to get there. Shield Sheldon's stage was more complicated to write through than I originally thought. Its the shortest stage in the game and yet all those damn lasers and their angles made for quite the challenge. This in itself, was a “Laser Light Phenomena”. Another immense challenge that I wasn't expecting was Sheldon's battle completely Flipping the Narrative on X. Admittedly, I really had a hard time finding motivation for those 2 to feud. Especially since he wasn't holding a grudge based on the past. I noticed a while ago, all of Gate's creations are so very willing to sacrifice themselves for Gate's cause. Like, to a nonsensical degree. Maybe that's their degree of Maverickism. They're just crazy... Anyway, this Deadlock Standstill might really play into my favor, since this recent Portal Experience is going to change X's motivations. I... don't want X to take a backseat, but... Rescuing the Reploids is going to be his 1st Priority from here on in. Especially since he wasn't able to save Tack and the bunch. Again, thats where stakes come into play. I didn't come into this episode knowing I was going to make that decision. But when I saw the layout of the "Pocket Dimension" as I'm calling it, and I factored in the time Tack spent in there, trying to rescue the Reploids by himself, there was no way I could have them all just hang out at a narrow ledge by the gate, or stuck in the gateway, scared. I wasn't gonna pull a lame idea that they managed to somehow unlock the gate, like I did with Data. (That can be the one trait that makes Data special and could play into his advantage in the future. But no one else's). Nightmare Zero wouldn't spare them either. He'd absolutely kill them in bloodlust. So... stakes were created. X took too long to catch up to him and thats what he gets. That last battle with ZN though... I'm really proud of where it went. I had some obvious limits this time compared to past Zero fights. That could be an analysis for another time.. But, I was happy to get pretty gorey by the end, there. And that pay off Cliff Hanger was so satisfying! It gives me all the feels.

The 2nd Arc is going to feel very different. But we ain't out of the woods yet. Rereading the 1st Arc served as a dual purpose. Not only could I gush about my favorite moments or be open about my choices and how things came out, but it is starting to reveal where else it's going. Kassy & Hal still need rescuing at the Magma Area. Cody & Data are at the North Pole! Tekk is at the Weapon Center. X still needs to save whoever is in the portal at Inami Temple! Let alone revisiting the Amazon and Central Museum again. Exposition is just waiting to happen, and now that Zero is back?? Things are going to get easier, but also a little bit harder for X. One thing I can definitely say is that seeing him will bring back some Unwanted Memories. And its gonna be very interesting to see how he deals with that. I'm definitely looking forward to writing the 2nd Arc out in the New Year.

Until then, folks. I hope you enjoyed reliving this with me. See you in 2021, which should hopefully prove to be a far more stable year than 2020. [God, I hope I didn’t just jinx everything...]

#Season VI Diaries #Looking back at the 1st Nightmare Arc #Ep. 1-7 #writing wins #writing woes #X #Alia #Investigators #New Reploids #Zero Nightmare #unexpected dilemmas #writing out of pitfalls #stakes #limits #forced slowdowns #dismal atmosphere #navigating dystopian writing

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gumnut-logic · 4 years

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The Fate of Thundersub Two

Title: The Fate of Thundersub Two

Author: Gumnut

5 Jan 2020

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: You can push it only so far. Episode tag to 3.19.

Word count: 1920

Spoilers & warnings: Spoilers for 3.19 and future episodes of season 3.

Timeline: Immediately after 3.19

Author’s note: This was quickly written with no brain and reflects the quality of my lack of cerebral functioning at the time. I literally killed off sleep to write this because I’m supposed to be writing my other fic. But we have an episode tag :D And hopefully I can sleep in a little tomorrow since it is nearly 2.30am at the moment. I hope you enjoy this anyway :D

Many thanks to my wonderful supporters, you know who you are. ::extra big hugs::

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

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Hiram Hackerbacker was a patient man. Science requires patience so it was to his advantage to have as much of it as possible.

However, having co-existed with the Tracy family for many years, that patience had often been tested, and today was another one of those days.

He had been in the midst of fuel calculations for the Zero-X. They had hit a snag in the weight and energy expenditure ratio and he was reduced to having to create a lighter, more energy efficient fuel. This required molecular calculation and design, something which involved a great deal of concentration.

To have John interrupt him to say that Virgil had taken Thunderbird Two for a swim yet again was enough to throw all the calculations out of his head. “W-what?!”

“I’m sorry, Brains, but Virgil needs your help. Two is on approach and her systems are experiencing intermittent failures.”

“Th-that’s because she is n-not a submersible.”

John shook his head. “Rescue called for it and you know Virgil. Whatever is necessary.”

Brains sighed. “V-very well.”

John smiled at him before switching the feed to Thunderbird Two.

“V-Virgil?”

“Hi, Brains.” There was considerable guilt in his fellow engineer’s expression. “I have VTOL failure in two out of four engines and I suspect her port rear thruster isn’t going to last much longer. I may need to crash land.”

Brains bit back on a curse. “Have you t-tried the auxiliary p-power relays?”

“Yeah, no go.”

Switching the feed to his phone, Brains strode out of his lab and ignored the door that slammed behind him. “Where are Gordon and Thunderbird Four?”

“FAB2.”

“Why?”

“Didn’t want to risk him. And, well, he had other concerns.”

Brains frowned as he stormed into the comms room. Scott was glaring at him and the duplicate hologram of Virgil hanging in the middle of the room. Brains ignored him and pulled up Thunderbird Two’s status.

He groaned.

“Virgil, you know as m-much as I that you c-can’t land her. Her secondary c-computer core is flooded, her p-primary core is well on the way to joining it. It is a m-miracle you are still air-borne. In fact, you should d-ditch her into the ocean as s-soon as p-possible before the decision is t-taken from you.”

The hologram of the second eldest Tracy sagged. “Where?”

“T-two hundred m-metres from the island m-minimum. We will r-recover her.” Virgil’s expression was tragic. “I promise.”

Beside Brains, Scott straightened. “Virgil, that’s an order. We can’t risk you. I’ll launch Thunderbird One and assist.”

Virgil glanced down before obviously steeling himself. “FAB.”

Scott’s lips tightened and he nodded at his brother before loping up the steps and disappearing into his chute.

Moments later, One erupted out of the pool deck and disappeared to the south in search of her crippled sister.

Brains shivered.

And waited.

-o-o-o-

Virgil Tracy knew how to swear and at this moment he was exercising every piece of profanity he could bring to mind.

Brains was right. Two was going to fall from the sky, it was only a matter of time. His dash was screaming at him, a new red light and alarm added every few minutes. This would make it the third time he would have to fish his ‘bird out of the ocean.

She dropped suddenly as her port thruster sputtered, her flight path skewing as her forward thrust struck out of balance. Shit. Goddamnit.

“C’mon, Two only a hundred or so kilometres and we’re home.”

She sputtered again.

And her port thruster died completely.

“Shit!” His girl swung around in an unbalanced turn, weight and thrust completely out of sync.

It was a terminal spiral dive. There was not a damn thing he could do.

Didn’t stop him from trying.

She ignored him.

The ocean and sky began to spin.

A solid thunk on her hull, a screaming roar, and her spiral slowed, her altitude and direction corrected...and the blue of auto took over her controls. “Thunderbird One to Thunderbird Two, I have your control...what little you have. Compensating for your thruster failure. Virgil, bail out.”

“Scott-“

“Now, Thunderbird Two!” His brother’s voice stood for no argument.

Defeated. “FAB.”

He threw his chair back and yanked out his emergency jet pack from the overhead locker. He secured it to his baldric and harness, and with one last look at his beloved cockpit, stepped onto the platform and sent it up through the overhead hatch.

The roar of One assailed him through his helmet, the wind a buffeting aggravation.

“Virgil, move your ass, she’s about to hit!”

And the ocean was far too close for comfort.

He triggered the jetpack and shot up into the sky.

Just as his ‘bird hit the water.

It was spectacular.

And heart-breaking.

One disengaged before impact, accelerating out of harm’s way. Scott had killed Two’s remaining thruster, but her speed was too fast and as her nose caught the water, the momentum differential between forward and back, flipped her head over tail.

Virgil gasped as her belly was exposed to the sun and she hit the water like a breaching whale.

His heart attempted to beat itself to death against his ribcage.

With little more than a bubbling sigh, his girl began to sink below the waves.

No.

“Deploying inflater bags.” Scott’s voice was protocol. Over comms specifically for Virgil, it was reassurance.

Yellow appeared in the water below and the bags rose, somewhat awkwardly as they were deployed from the now underside of the upside down Thunderbird.

But his girl was floating and not disappearing into the depths.

He let his breath go.

-o-o-o-

“Thunderb-bird T-Two is not a s-submersible!”

Gordon jumped as Brains’ angry voice hit him. He had hurried back the moment John had told him that Virgil had crashed his ‘bird. Of course, the Indian Ocean was a fair way away by sub, so it had taken him quite some time to make it back to the Island without the assistance of his cargo carrying brother.

After docking Four, Gordon had the unpleasant experience of discovering Two in her hanger. The puddle around her and behind her where she had been dragged in by the heavy duty pods punctuated her condition loudly.

Thunderbird Two wasn’t going anywhere for quite some time.

“Lives were at stake.” Virgil’s voice was strained.

“Yes, including yours.” Oh great, Scott was in on this. Though, to be honest, where else would Scott be in this situation? “You could have killed yourself, Virgil. Either in the water with the freighter or when you crashed your own ship.”

“You ordered me to ditch her!”

“She was going down anyway! You would have been killed!”

Great. There it was. Scott had had the shit scared out of him again. How many times had his eldest brother been faced with Virgil crashing his ‘bird?

Too many times.

Gordon sighed and took that last step into the comms room.

Someone had to save his brother from his big brother and the resident genius engineer.

“Hey, guys.” All three turned to stare at him. “Virg, you okay?”

A single nod. Well, as okay as a Tracy brother could be when their ‘bird is in pieces.

Brains’ turned back to Virgil. “R-repairs are going to t-take some time. Time we do not have l-leading up to the Zero-X p-project.”

“I will work on repairs.”

“V-Virgil, you d-do not understand. Th-thunderbird Two’s frame was w-warped in the collision. She is s-tructurally unsound. She n-needs a new hull. The plane in the hangar is only g-good for sp-spare parts.”

Gordon’s heart sank as Virgil stared at Brains.

“I-I’m s-sorry, V-Virgil. Thunderbird T-Two needs to b-be rebuilt entirely.”

Virgil was still staring.

Gordon was doing a little staring of his own. “How can International Rescue operate without Thunderbird Two?”

“I’m a-afraid, it will h-have to m-make do.”

Virgil was still staring at Brains, his expression caught in shock.

Scott looked a little stunned himself, but his eyes kept darting between the two engineers.

Until Virgil sat down hard on the couch behind his heels.

“Virgil?”

But Virgil had buried his face in his hands.

It was a matter of strides before Gordon was sitting beside his brother. “Hey, Virg. We will rebuild her.” His hand landed on a tense shoulder.

Virgil didn’t respond.

-o-o-o-

The next few days were quiet for Brains. Mostly because he was tackling the fuel design problem and not having much luck, so consequently had locked himself in his lab in order to focus on the problem.

It was the fourth day after the demise of their cargo carrier before he saw Virgil again. The pilot had disappeared into the villa and the few times Brains had surfaced for food or been physically dragged out of his lab by Sally Tracy, Virgil hadn’t be anywhere to be seen.

He did know that John arrived down from Five on the second day and late one night as he was stumbling to his rooms, Scott and John could be heard having a very loud ‘discussion’ in the comms room. Brains knew better than to interrupt that. When the Tracy’s argued, there was usually enough passion in the room to set the furniture alight, not to mention random engineers who might accidentally get in the way. So he went to bed and ignored it.

But on the fourth day, Virgil appeared in Brains’ lab, eyes a little bloodshot and demeanour tired. Brains didn’t realise he was there at first. It wasn’t until Virgil reached around him and asked him about the fourth variable in his equation, that he realised he was being watched.

“Oh, V-Virgil. H-how are you?”

“Fine. Just on the hunt for some J-12 threads for Four.” A frown. “What are you doing? Is that praeline oxide? Are you trying to bind it with neutrozine?”

“Yes. W-we need an increase in fuel energy with a r-reduction in mass.”

“Why?”

“The Zero-X fuselage is too large to b-be launched at current r-ratios.” He threw up the design hologram for his fellow engineer.

Those bloodshot eyes frowned. “You’ve based the design on the original Zero-X.”

“M-most certainly. It was the m-most efficient d-design.”

“But it is not working.”

“No. We have d-different mass require-ments to the original d-design and, so far, I have been unable to compensate.”

Virgil spun the hologram around on its axis. A slight frown and he pulled out his phone, stabbing it with his finger.

“Cahelium would lighten the load, perhaps enough to stick with the current fuel.”

“We do not have enough p-processed cahelium in store and n-not enough t-time to refine more.”

Virgil pursed his lips and stabbed his fingers at his phone again.

An undefined expression flickered across his face. Voice quiet. “Yes, you do.” A swallow and he held up his phone. “Cannibalise Two.”

Brains stared at the hurried calculations and his eyes widened. “Yes. That is perfect!” He scribbled down the numbers into his tablet. Within moments he had cross referenced the resources and added up exactly what he needed. Two would tip the scales. He could also possibly use her structure as it was. It would speed up production. Of course, with her damage, he would need to check her integrity thoroughly.

If only he could use Three as well, he could incorporate her strength here. That would require extra thrust there, but then Three had that strength already.

The calculations piled up in his head. By the time he had come up with a feasible design, Virgil was long gone.

-o-o-o-

FIN.

#thunderbirds are go #TAG Spoilers #tagspoilers #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Hiram Hackenbacker #Scott Tracy #Gordon Tracy #episode tag

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Okay! I’ve finally beaten Pokemon Shield’s post-game (complete with a The End screen and a notification that I can now access the battle tower), so I think I’m at a point where I can talk about the game as a whole.

As a whole... the game ain’t great. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still Pokemon, and there’s a lot to recommend it... but for every good feature there’s an opposing bad feature. It’s crazy that such a thing could be true, but for everything I can think of that I like about the game, there’s something similar that I hate.

First up, the Pokemon you can catch! There are a lot of new Pokemon that I really like, in particular this little battalion of fighting dudes pretending to be a caterpillar here. Yes, I named them Squad Goals. The downside... the Pokemon that you can’t catch. I love that there’s now an Ice/Bug moth, and that Butterfree has a Gigantamax variant... but hey uhh, Venomoth, Beautifly, Dustox, Mothim, Volcarona, Vivillon? None of them are obtainable. If I want a moth-themed team, it‘s going to be a team of two.

Instead of being invisible, all hidden items are now glinting spots on the ground, which they’ve taken advantage of by throwing things like Pearls that regenerate daily into random spots all over the place. Unfortunately, because of the wealth of items you’re constantly picking up, you just have way too much money in this game, and nothing to spend it on. Leading to my next point...

Clothing! You have more customization than ever, able to change things down to your socks, shoes, and gloves. This would be really cool, if not for the fact that there are less than a dozen unique clothing items of each type. It doesn’t matter if the varsity jacket is available in five or six colors if you’re zero percent interested in dressing your character in a varsity jacket.

Flying in this game is easier than ever. You just open your Town Map, pick a spot, and... I guess your character must be using their phone to call a flying taxi. It’s a little weird getting this ability almost straight from the beginning of the game, as it gives you no reason at all to travel by foot when you don’t have to... but it’s convenient, so whatever. If only there was a reason to actually visit places. None of the towns really have a reason to visit them in particular, outside of the market at Stow-on-Side, where one guy sells random evolution items (which you probably already have plenty of) and one guy buys random items at a premium (giving you more money you don’t need). Most of the places you’ll want to routinely visit are in the Wild Area... but most of the time it’ll be more beneficial to travel through it on foot anyway.

The Wild Area is an interesting concept, basically a vastly expanded version of the Poni Plains area from Sun/Moon, where you can explore freely and occasionally encounter Pokemon that are way too high of a level for you, like something from a Monolith Soft game. When you turn on wifi there, it becomes a kinda limited, somewhat laggy glimpse at what a Pokemon MMO could be like... but it’s neat! There isn’t a real downside to the Wild Area itself outside a few minor gripes; the issue is the impact it’s had on the rest of the map. Since the Wild Area is so big, every other area in the game is tiny, with no dungeons. Sure, there are a couple caves, but they each consist of a single large room with a winding path through it... No sub rooms, no puzzles, and each only contains a couple trainers. Not that I like caves, but almost every area in the game is like this - just a straight shot through without anything really memorable.

The game is incredibly streamlined, and for once the concept of traveling town to town taking on gyms feels fully realized. The gym challenge is an annual sporting event, a kind of tournament, encouraging people to face the gyms and make it through to face the champion. This makes so much more sense than the average Pokemon game! The reason that all of these other trainers are battling you on sight is because they’re your rivals in the gym challenge, not just fishermen hanging out on the docks or beautiful women standing around in hedges.

Unfortunately, it might be a little... too, streamlined. There are a couple points in the game where clearly things are going on behind the scenes, but you’re told not to worry about it, because you’re just a kid and have the gym challenge to focus on. This is the point in most media where a kid character would ignore the warnings of adults and get involved anyway... but in the case of these games? No, actually, you just kinda... do what you’re told. This game has no plot. Sure, Sonia is going around researching the legendary hero(es), but from the very first story beat even a small child would know that, hey, it’s literally just the box legendaries... and it doesn’t get any deeper than that.

At the end of the game it’s revealed that, Surprise Surprise, and Spoiler Warning Spoiler Warning, the shady businessman who owns literally everything in Galar has ILL INTENT... buuut, nothing interesting comes of it. It really seemed like they were doing something cool for a minute there: Rose thinks that the energy usage in the Galar region isn’t sustainable, so he enacts a plan that will give them unlimited free energy... but doing so interrupts the gym challenge finals, and what he has planned could potentially mean that people can’t Dynamax their Pokemon anymore. I think. This wasn’t explained super well, but I think people Dynamaxing needlessly wastes a ton of energy or something. Anyway, since Rose is interfering, you and the champion beat him down and catch a legendary Pokemon... and that’s it. Rose is arrested off-screen and never seen again, and the looming threat of an energy crisis is ignored by everyone.

Unless I’m misunderstanding something, this is a big friggin’ cliffhanger. Like, they wait until the championship match to introduce a story in this game, and then it’s over just like that. I was sure that they would flesh things out in the post-game... but no, not even slightly. After the credits roll, you’re introduced to two new characters, who run around causing mayhem... but all you do is have a few Pokemon battles with them and travel to a handful of the gyms for Dynamax raid battles. All told, it’s probably an hour’s worth of content, with Rose and the energy crisis nowhere to be seen.

I’ll almost definitely return to this game, if I get an itch for competitive online battling, or if I see a Must Have shiny... but for the time being, I’m just going to put it down and hope that they do a Pokemon Sword 2 and Shield 2, giving us an actual story to play through and a world I actually want to spend time in.

#pokemon #pokemon swsh #pokemon spoilers

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“Conor McGregor is back! Excitement may vary. Excitement in this card may vary! Excitement is really yours to have and hold, folks” The UFC 246 Fight Preview

Joey

January 13th, 2020

The UFC kicks off its 2019 schedule after a few long weeks off with a card that will, with very little sarcasm in play, play a hefty part in defining the way 2020 rolls out deep into the year. UFC 246 from Las Vegas, Nevada is a weird card on paper but it's also very significant and significance can sometimes create card quality/card quantity. Conor McGregor vs Donald Cerrone is a significant fight, one that figures to ask and answer a lot of questions for both men. For better or worse, the future of two divisions could be mapped out in one night depending on the results of one which fight which again parlays to its perceived significance. The PPV main card is "fine" although it clearly lacks a significant co-main event and the televised prelims are actually respectably spiffy as they're essentially four well put together "prospect of note vs proven veteran" fights with some good early ESPN+ prelim action too. Again I don't know if this card is good or bad---just that it's a significant card of fights and by the time Friday comes along, that long term delay in high level MMA is going to be eating at us SO we'll be all in on this one.

2020 Stat-O-Matic:

Debuting Fighters (): Ode Osbourne, Aleksa Camur Main Event Exemption:

Short Notice Fighters (): Main Event Exemption:

Second Fight (): Askar Askarov Main Event Exemption: Vs Debutantes:

Cage Corrosion (Fighters who have not fought within a year of the date of the fight) (): Conor McGregor, Brian Kelleher Main Event Exemption: Conor McGregor

Undefeated Fighters (): Aleksa Camur, Maycee Barber Main Event Exemption:

Fighters with at least four fights in the UFC with 0 wins over competition still in the organization (): Alexey Oleinik, Justin Ledet Main Event Exemption:

Weight Class Jumpers (Fighters competing outside of the weight class of their last fight even if they’re returning BACK to their “normal weight class”) (): Donald Cerrone, Conor McGregor Main Event Exemption: Conor McGregor, Donald Cerrone

Twelve Precarious Ponderings

1- So what necessarily is the end game here for Conor McGregor? As has been the case since he broke out onto the scene and KO'd Jose Aldo, much of Conor's "plans" feel less like plans and more like thoughts he forces into existence. The good stuff like being a double champ and finagling a big money Floyd fight and the bad stuff like the Khabib lead up or believing he could just beat Nate Diaz up 15 lbs because it seemed like fun all feel like the decisions of a guy who sort of just decides he's going to do something and then does it regardless of the long term impact. Conor had the chance to fight Justin Gaethje and instead pushed for Frankie Edgar fight, ultimately leading us to the here and now where he'll draw Donald Cerrone up a weight class after a year plus layoff. In the time between Conor's LAST fight and this one, he's been arrested, accused of sexual assault, accused of fathering a child out of his marriage and feel free to fill me in on anything I may have missed. What sort of made Conor McGregor a superstar was that he flirted with the concept of being a character completely in control of everything he did and 2019 at the very exposed him as somebody lacking any semblance of control within his life. Either way, it's hard to say what the future holds for McGregor with a win. We know a loss means it's over as four losses in his last five pro fights (I'm counting Floyd here for completionist sake) would probably kill whatever credibility he had and whatever legitimacy he garnered over the course of three years running through the UFC ranks. A win? It's hard to say with a guy who when he's right has the ability to dictate what he opts to do next. A win? Conor McGregor would fight Jorge Masvidal in a big money fight, a third Diaz fight, a GSP fight where both fighters can cash out or go and chase down Khabib. If one truly wishes to get stupid, I suppose fights with Pacquaio, Floyd or Paulie Malignaggi exist out there as well. The first step isn't so much winning this fight but winning this fight and getting back to what made this whole act work to begin with.

2- This is historically the sort of fight Cerrone doesn't show up for and gets forced out of his element but there's some things here I think that do tilt the scales slightly in his favor. For starters, I DO believe in ring rust and Conor hasn't fought in over a year and has fought just twice since the end of 2016. You can argue that wear and tear means Cerrone is shop worn but I feel as though he fights better the MORE he fights and the more active he is. For a fighter like Conor who lives or dies based upon how sharp his timing is, I think it's fair to wonder if the long layoff is going to shake him. We saw him struggle with his timing vs Khabib and while Khabib is on a whole different galaxy than Cerrone, I'd argue it's worse to be slightly off vs a dude like Cerrone who does have the starch in his strikes to do more than flash KD you. Also Cerrone is probably the first guy since Jose Aldo that Conor's had to be mindful of walking into smoke with the legs. Also Cerrone's been campaigning at 170 lbs on and off since 2016 and so you have to assume if this is about being comfortable at the weight class, he's got the nod over Conor.

3- Under normal circumstances, I'd say "I think Conor's defensive wrestling is somewhat understated and the idea that anybody can take him down and sub him is a fallacy" but I also have ZERO idea if he's actually done any serious grappling training or if he's just hoping Cerrone's going to play nice and strike with him for a bit.

4- Which fight is more undesirable for Amanda Nunes; a Holly Holm rematch where she can't realistically top what she did in the first fight or a Rocky Pennington rematch where she'll be tasked with trying to sell/expand upon one of her most boring fights ever?

5- I wonder who is more broken in theory between Holm and Pennington. Rocky looked to be on the verge of going from solid WMMA fighter to a damn good top 5-ish woman at 135 lbs after dominating Meisha Tate but she broke her leg, took a lot of time off, followed that up with a dud vs Amanda Nunes and then got stalled out by Germaine de Randamie. She rebounded with a win over Irene Aldana which almost felt more about Aldana being a putz and less about any sort of sign of a rebound for Rocky. It's worth remembering that the fight vs Holm was the one that got sort of signified that Rocky was better than people realized but it required her to pressure for fifteen minutes and that's sort of gone away for her recently. As for Holm? She's fought Rousey, Cyborg, Tate, Shevchenko and Nunes. She's pushing 40. She had an extensive boxing history that suggests she's taken plenty of damage. She just got KO'd for the first time in her UFC run the last time out and at this point it's fair to ask if Holm's durability is going to be shot. This fight is why Aspen Ladd figuring shit out is really important for this division.

6- Maurice Green and Alexey Olenik being on this main card is curious until you realize that this main card has two WMMA fights and a fight at lightweight on it. Sometimes beef gets called in to "bulk" up the main card.

7- Anthony Pettis sure picked a fine week to announce a UFC lawsuit, am I right?

8- Let's talk about how great these prelims are for a second. Sodiq Yusuff vs Andre Fili is a battle of exciting prospect and proven veteran with a multitude of ways to win. Nasrat Haqparast vs Drew Dober is a battle of exciting prospect vs proven veteran with a multitude of ways to win. Maycee Barber vs Roxanne Modafferi almost feels like the potential crowning of Maycee as a 125 lb contender by taking on a former title contender who STYLISTICALLY will at least give us a reason to double check her ability to do things such as defend takedowns and deal with pressure. Lastly I REALLY do love this fight between Chas Skelly and Grant Dawson as Dawson has slowly gone from somewhat awkward wrestling savant to a more well rounded pressure fighter while Chas Skelly is one of those ultimate gatekeeper types for young fighters. These are all great fights worthy of going out of your way to see on ESPN.

9- We're four years now into the Alexa Grasso project and I still don't know if she has the fight smarts to ever take the next step in her career. A good test vs a declining Claudia Gadelha who still has something to offer.

10- How much ya wanna bet Maurice Green allows Olenik to pull him down on top of him?

11- Justin Ledet's run at 205 lbs has been weird as his lack of athleticism for the weight class plus what feels like an odd lack of strength (How he was burly enough to fight at HW but gets chucked around at 205 lbs is a mystery to me) has made him go 0-2 in the division. After a lengthy lay off, he's back at 205 lbs against Aleksa Camur. Camus is a training partner of Stipe Miocic and he got in here off the Contenders Series where he had a crazy fight that exposed him to be a) wacky as all hell and b) a bit too raw for my liking in the UFC. This feels pretty winnable for Spirit of Truth lookalike Ledet.

12- Ode Osbourne vs Brian Kelleher is an early FOTY candidate to me.

#MMA #UFC #McGregor #Cerrone #Pettis #CDF #Holm #Pennington #Prospects

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Nash Watches & Rates Cheesy Hallmark & Lifetime Winter Movies So You Don’t Have To

(a.k.a. - Nash Records Her Viewings Of Hallmark & Lifetime Winter Movies, which are fanfic in visual form & are gold. And yes, it’s a apparently a legit sub-genre. Best I can tell, if it’s not Christmas or Valentines, and there’s snow, then it goes. Spoilers abound.)

ETA: This adventure is now moving to @seenashblog, so my SPN peeps can rest assured they’ll not be exposed to this any longer - I have a feeling I’ll not be done purging my soul for awhile yet #bless my heart

As per last time during the Christmas round-ups, 4 and 5 stars mean the best of the lot, 3 stars means it’s not necessarily a waste of your time, 2 stars is up to your discretion, and 1 star means it is time you will never get back.

Here we go.

Winter Castle (people you've never heard of - Hallmark)

Holy shit, cliché on parade and nobody can act?! Jack-friggin'-pot. Zero chemistry amongst anyone, from family to friendship to romance?! Hot damn.

So they're all at this place for a destination wedding (a.k.a, Selfish And Life-Disrupting And Huge Expense For Guests Thing And Oh Here’s Our Registry Too, come at me brah), and everyone is staying in a hotel. HA! KIDDING! They're all in this giant faux igloo, and by "faux" I mean there are these church-esque doors in what is, I guess, a specially-flown-in iceberg on land. Google tells me it’s an actual place.

Anyway, through the doors you'll find hallways (that have people carved into them, not creepy at all) which are lined with rooms. Suites? I never saw a bathroom door, doesn't damn matter, nobody poos in Hallmark's world. Oh, also, for lighting, we have Target pillar candles, then everything's backlit in '80s neon:

Are they shitting me?

But that's beside the point. Point is, it may be pretty to look at but in execution, it's stupid. No way people haven’t had to peace out and find a new joint to stay in because of near or actual hypothermia. Based on the warm, cozy, wood-floored, windowed, staircase-and-balcony-having rehearsal dinner area in a large building with stone wall exterior, this hotel actually has some, y'know, hotel to it. Lodge? Who cares, but I bring it up because of the standard precocious child who is there to bring everybody together whilst turning into a popsicle.

The poor kid is bundled within an inch of her life, dumb bunny-eared toboggan to puffy jacket, and is burrito'd in a sleeping bag, with a quilt on this bed that looks to be carved out of ice, as well, and I say "as well" because our leading lady is shown frequently perched on what looks to be a chair carved out of ice (fur puffy thing for ass protection) with her laptop on a table carved out of ice when she's face-timing her Not Gay Male Best Friend in a bow-tie and sweater vest back home, and - bonus! - he doubles as The One Person Of Color. Now, if memory serves, legit igloos made by actual First Nation(s) folks (meaning both Canadian and American - specifically, Alaskan - and probs any groups that found themselves in the way-way-North in the way-back-when and had to come up with this genius or, you know, die) are actually pretty damn warm once the fire gets cranking. Not to say you don't keep some fierce socks and gloves on, that's plain smart, but enclosed space with heat is enclosed space with heat - just don't lick the walls. That's good advice, igloo or otherwise.

On that topic, via the article linked above, says one of the actresses:

"It's like an igloo," Mullen told the Standard. "The further you go into the hotel, it gets colder and colder. As you walk down the hallway into the different rooms, it's just getting into your bones." She said every time they called "Cut!," everyone would put on jackets to warm up.

She’s incorrect - that’s not like an igloo. It’s too big, that’s why it doesn’t stay warm. I have *zero* desire to go to this place. That sounds like Dante’s Frosty The Snowman circle of hell. I digress.

I say all that to say, this movie is straight dumb because the script is basic bitch, they were leaning on the location and hard. It gets a star because they tried in the sense that they did use a unique setting, but the rest was neglected (the story and the casting). Everything else was so blaaaaaand, and the acting was so stilted and unnatural, and they cast the mother with someone who looks the exact same age as the lead gal/her sister (the bride), and then there’s this one chick character who was so pathetically desperate, and the leading man was such a pussy who wouldn't make a fucking decision, and they had our leading lady be all *sniffle* and tolerating that shit AND SHE JUST MET HIM BY THE WAY, and I just.... ugh.

1/5 stars

Royal Matchmaker (Bethany Joy Lenz - Hallmark)

This isn't an "official" Winter '19 jam, google tells me it's from the '18 spring movies, but everybody's bundled up, so I'm calling bullshit. It ain't half-bad, despite the fact that it's a “royal” one, who’d-a-thunk? There was one over Christmas that got a 4 (see link up top), and I never would’ve predicted it. But that was an oldie-goldie, this is now. This one has the traditional royal romance beats and, no shit, the sidekick is the same one from another "royal", the absolutely horrid "Christmas At The Palace”, from Christmas ‘18. I cannot reiterate how bad that movie was - not "My Christmas Love" bad, but bad.

All right, so - she’s a matchmaker from NYC, which is at least a new take on what's coming next - and you guessed it, a prince HAS to get married or some reason, even though it's mentioned they are under a Parliamentary system and not a monarchy, but he still has to because it's the 17th century, oh wait no it’s not. The king, who is from a random made-up locale (*sigh*) has hired her (and said partner) to find a suitable wife for his son, who’s presented as the typical eligible rich bachelor, and “presented as” is the key phrase. It’s one of the things I like about this plot, but it doesn't outweigh the bleeeccchhh.

For one, it wears me out, the making-up of countries. It’s distracting. If you’re gonna do royalty, the right move is to have the royal not be a king/prince but make it a duke/duchess jam, refer to the locale vaguely as a duchy in England or Ireland or Scotland or Sweden or Norway or whatever Americans will fall for, 'cause as a rule, Americans aren't typically hip to other countries' jams. Hell, say someone is a prince/princess, but it’s more in inherited title only - that’s what the 4 from the Christmas list did right. Nobody called him “Prince Whatever”, he wasn’t presented as this hot commodity, it was a nothing burger, we didn’t even find out that he had the title til near the end of the movie. I’ve digressed, back to this flick.

I detest the royal garb they’ve got lead dude in at the conclusion, it looks like you or I waltzed into Party City and slapped down $30 and walked back to the set. It’s ill-tailored and in too-bright colors and is, again, something utterly distracting that could've been avoided, and same with the king’s, too-small jacket to too-long length of slacks. All the women, including our main gal, are in prom dresses straight off the rack from Sears and J.C. Penney’s. This is not praise. The men are all in identical rented tuxedos with clip bow-ties. Thanks, I hate it.

I mean, and I hate that there’s a ball at the end at all, but it goes hand-in-hand with the core premise, which is that they’re on a tight schedule - ol’ Bethany has 4 weeks. They, of course, fall in love with one another, and props to casting because these two look good together and have decent chemistry, but that could be because Lenz knocks these movies out of the park - this is the third... maybe the fourth... that I’ve seen with her - she elevates everything she’s in. When I mentioned her to a friend, I was told she also elevated some shitty TV show that I never watched, so perhaps you are already familiar with her.

Anyhow, once again there’s too much filler and the ending draaaaaaags and then BOOM it’s done in the last three minutes, which is standard for these movies (both Lifetime and Hallmark), I’d say, about 95% of the time. The story was good in that the prince wasn’t a typical playboy and he kept his philanthropic side a secret because he didn’t want press invading these small villages and whatever he was helping rebuild - he genuinely likes getting his hands dirty and he actually knows how to do shit, he fixes a radiator at a community center at one point. Eh. I dunno. It had such potential in the front half, then just shit the bed in the back half, so it was half of a waste of my time. But you may dig it. It's far from the worst of Hallmark's offerings but, again, I think it's because of Lenz, she's the only thing getting it up from a 1/5.

2/5 stars

Oh… oh mah… what the... we interrupt the winter fare for what looks like a rando that’s snuck in and christ on a cracker, no. No. No. NO. The summary:

A woman begins an online relationship with a famous photographer, not realizing that she is actually communicating with the man’s young son.

This caught my ear because as I was sitting here writing up the last movie, it came on, and I hear this woman’s voice, her typing (so it’s her voice in her mind), then a man’s voice (as she’s reading), and I looked up when the man’s voice started switching to a kid’s (boy’s) voice back and forth every sentence or so - and then I looked at that summary, and….

"Chance at Romance", it's called –> 0/5 stars, I don’t even need to watch it, what a stupid garbage fucking premise, and it’s gross, and I hope that shit kid gets punished, like as in, no computer til he's old enough to own his own home and pay for his own internet, because scumbag kid. If he has the balls to pull this catfishing shitstorm on a fucking adult and gets away with it, what the fuck will he do to manipulate girls his own age? Gross. IT’S A GROSS PREMISE YOU GREETING CARD FUCKTARDS

Love On Ice (Andrew Walker, who's in every fourth movie, and the lead chick's familiar her name is Julie Berman - Hallmark)

Former pro skater, now teaching - don't worry, it's not the aforementioned “Christmas At The Palace”, despite the similar M.O. - and decides to go for one last run at regionals because the new coach in town who's teaching the next big thing is like "You used to be the next big thing, why don't you undo eight years of not training aggressively in, like, a couple weeks and compete against the girl I've been hired to make a winner, and I'll coach you both, because I have a boner for you and your shitty blonde extensions! No, that's not what he says, but that's the deal, yo. The next-big-thing's got an overbearing mother and, once his boner gets found out, here comes a new coach that used to be the former-next-big-thing's coach, and she's a horrible actress, she can't play sneaky-evil to save her life. I liked the two leads, and they did a better job than the other ice skating scenes/movies with concealing the real skater actors, but overall this was as boring as watching paint dry, I just wanted it to be over.

1/5 stars

The Perfect Catch (Nikki DeLoach and... shock of all shocks, no not really... our old buddy, Andrew Walker - Hallmark)

I swear, I don't know if Andrew Walker is on some mission from god, or being punished by him. I'm in the same boat, so I empathize. At least I'm not contracted. I can't speak for him, but I remain happy for DHJ, that he's escaped this purgatory, and is safe on the shore... at least, at present.

In any event, this one doesn't seem like a "Winter official", but there were jackets and no definite spring or fall standards (pastels or orange leaves), and it's airing now, so here we are. It seems to be baseball season, so I know they mean for it to be spring, but they are wearing coat-coats, not it's-still-kinda-chilly light jackets. I don't fucking care, I watched it, so I’m reporting on it.

It ticks many boxes on the Winter Fanfic Bingo card (forthcoming), specifically the ones that are carryovers from Christmas and will be carried over to all the Hallmark/Lifetime movies regardless of time of year. Because being formulaic, when playing the long game, is cheap and efficient, and in the restaurant business, or products made on a factory line, or in healthcare standards, things of that ilk, you want streamlined coupled with the trieds-and-trues. In writing? Not-so-much. It's lazy.

And speaking of restaurants, that's the first box that got ticked - our leading lady owns a restaurant and, next box, it's in danger of being lost. Other boxes include: our leading man is famous; he's the character that comes back home, leaves/might leave, then changes mine/comes back, and it's to stay!; adorable child who ideally will bring everyone together; a character's parents are dead. Blah-blah. Blah-blah-blah. Blah-blaaaaah-blah-bleh. <---- that had more variety than this flick. I mean, there's nothing wrong with this movie. It's vanilla. It's white bread. It's mashed potatoes with no salt or a touch of sour cream mixed in, no loading with shredded sharp cheese and crumbled brown sugar-and-cracked-pepper bacon and the barest touch of chives. I'm hungry, shut up.

It doesn't just get 1 star because it's not bottom barrel - everyone's competent in their acting, there's nothing outlandishly stupid about the script, it's not shellacked in Velveeta. I will say that they pull a little teensy, micro-twist with how they resolve his balancing a primo offer that in no way should he pass on career-wise fairly realistically. The very last scene is, of course, stupid and embarrassing.

2/5 stars

The next movie has palm trees, so officially not Winter. But oof.... it's got Kelly Rutherford and Cameron Mathison, both of whom are ringers. Hmmm. Yeah, I still ain’t subjecting myself to more than needed for this adventure. Oh, and they continue to play the basic-basic-BAAAAASIC-boring "Hope At Christmas" on Hallmark Movies and Mysteries", if you’re interested. It is a mystery to me as to why they continue to do so. Anyhow, there's apparently 3 or 4 more brand spanking new offerings from Hallmark for the next several weeks.

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