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weebswrites · 3 years

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Heyy! I recently came across your blog and a absolutely love your writing! 🥰

Would it be possible to request an angst hc with the Obey me brothers? So maybe the bros were having a bad day and they lash out at the MC. The MC leaves them alone and the brothers don’t hear from them for hours and think MC just doesn’t want to talk to them but in reality MC got attacked and is barely alive. And maybe MC summons the brother with what little strength they have left so the brother is met with an MC laying in front of them almost dead.

Ah I’m sorry I know this is a lot so feel free to ignore this if it’s too much! Have a good day :D

A/N: YES YES YES I LOVE THIS THANK YOU ANON

The Demon Bros Saving Your Life (this will have swear words and light descriptions of violence so if that makes you uncomfortable read at your own discretion pls I love u guys)

Lucifer

“MC, please just leave me alone” he spat, trying to stay calm but losing his patience quickly

“Lucifer, I’m not letting you shove me away. You can do that to your brothers, but not to me” you insist, remembering your conversation where he said to ignore him when he tried to push you away

“I’ll do what I want to you, human, don’t forget your place” he boomed, so loud your eyes reactively filled with tears

“Fine, do what you want” you mutter at him before storming out, slamming the door behind you

He knew he fucked up, but wasn’t in the headspace to chase after you, so he stayed in his office and worked. He’d apologize later

You ran out of the HoL, just wanting to be out of Lucifer’s reach for a bit. You decide to go to Purgatory Hall to visit Simeon, your best friend outside of the HoL, but take the scenic route there to clear your head a bit and calm down. Before you know it the sun is setting, and figure you should get to Simeon’s sooner rather than later.

“Hey, aren’t you Lucifer’s bitch” you hear from an alleyway, and suddenly you’re just as annoyed as before. But you know better than to engage with any demons that are egging you on like that, so you keep walking

Then you’re grabbed from behind and slammed against a brick wall, hitting your head roughly against the surface

“Fuck” you exhale, vision already blurring

“Think you can ignore me, human? You’re weak here, nothing” the demon drove a fist into your stomach, causing you to cough

“I’ll show you not to come back to the Devildom ever again, filthy human”

By the time he was done you were a bloody mess crumpled on the ground, in the fetal position to protect your vital organs as much as you could, but you felt yourself losing consciousness

The demon spat on you before leaving, laughing as he walked away. Your body was in so much pain, and you felt yourself losing your grip on reality

You could felt your lips moving as your vision turned to black, and your last coherent thought before blacking out was realizing you were summoning Lucifer

“I...summon the Avatar of Pride...” you inhaled as much as you could, but his name came out a whisper, “Lucifer”

You saw his legs appear before you lost consciousness, thankful you were actually able to summon him

“What the fuck” was his first comment, as he didn’t see you at his feet, but as soon as he did he felt his heart shatter

“MC! Fuck, MC. MC?” he shook you very lightly, and when you didn’t respond he went into overdrive. He picked you up gently in his arms after examining where you were most badly injured, as to not make anything worse

He was in demon form from the moment he saw you, wanting as much of his strength at his disposal as he could have. He flew you to the nearest hospital (idk if there’s a hospital in the devildom but there is now) and demanded you be placed in the best care possible, and also made it very clear that he wasn’t going to leave your side

He watched as doctors sewed your wounds closed and put an IV in your arm, unable to take his eyes off their every move. After a few hours, the doctor turned to Lucifer

“They should wake up within a few hours,” the doctor said before leaving

“Thank you. Please mail the bill to Lord Diavolo and I’ll take care of it” he said, figuring that was easier than having to fill out the HoL on paperwork

He was then alone with you, and he scooted his chair next to your bed and took your hand in his, holding it gently

“I’m so sorry, MC” he whispered and pressed his lips to the top of your hand as he tried not to cry

He sat there for what felt like hours, but just twenty minutes passed before he felt you move slightly

Your eyes fluttered open, and you took a moment to adjust to the lights

You felt warmth around your hand, and recognized it instantly, looking to your side and locking eyes with Lucifer

“Luci” you whisper, voice hoarse from not having used it for hours

“MC, I’m so sorry” his voice was soft and you could tell how distraught he was, “I never should have snapped at you, it was out of place and rude and I’m sorry” he rambled on like this for a minute, and you just appreciated his genuine care for you as you listened to him speak

“Lucifer” you cut him off, “Thank you for taking care of me. I forgive you”

Mammon

“Just get a job! Then your brothers won’t shit on you all the time” you suggested. Mammon had come to you venting about how some of his brothers had ganged up on him again and demanded that they pay him back. You were more understanding than you probably should have been with him, but wanted him to be proactive and get himself out of this on his own

“It isn’t that easy! Damnit MC, I thought you understood me!” he snapped, and you decided you should just let him cool down

“Look, Mammon. I’m always here for you with this, but you can’t keep complaining about this and not doing anything about it when there’s an easy solution. I have to go study with Satan for a test we have, so I’m going to go meet him. Text me when you’ve calmed down”

You meant it to be caring, but his mind was clouded, and he took it as you pitying him and running away - his greatest fear

“Fine!” he huffed, turning his back to you

You were saddened by this, but genuinely had to go, so you turned and left, thankful for the bit of time that you knew Mammon needed alone to clear his head

You were walking to the library, in the middle of a text to Satan when you accidentally bumped into another demon

“Shit, my bad” you apologize, but the demon had no intention of letting you get away with that

“A human, eh?” he grabbed your shirt collar and instantly drove a fist to your jaw

“What the fuck” you tried to say, but couldn’t really speak

The demon punched you a few more times, and you thought that they had the strength of Beel with how much it hurt

Your body was tossed to the ground and kicked before being abandoned, and you wished you didn’t take the back way to the library

“I summon the Avatar of Greed, Mammon” you whispered, hoping your words were enunciated enough for the summoning to work

“MC!” he noticed you instantly, crouching down and putting a hand on your arm, “MC what happened. Wait don’t talk, can you stand?”

You began to sit up, which he took as a yes, and he wrapped his arm around you to help you stand

He studied your injured face as you stood, and wished he had the power to heal you instantly

“Come on MC, the hospital is close”

“T-Text Satan I’m not coming” you handed him your phone, not wanting Satan to think that you ditched him

Mammon exhaled a laugh through his nose, “You’re always thinking of others, MC” he commented, “We really don’t deserve you”

You just shook your head, feeling like you didn’t deserve the joy the demons brought you

Mammon stayed by your side until you were completely healed, which took a few weeks. He even signed up for a job with Akuzon DC. It was the most selfless you’d ever seen him, and you thanked him for his kindness once you were healed with a gift card to his favorite store

Leviathan

“Just stop! I get it, you have other friends, I don’t care. Go have fun with them” he snapped. Levi hadn’t slept in about 48 hours and you could tell

“Levi, please sleep. I’ll be back in a few hours” you try to comfort him, but he isn’t hearing it

“Whatever, MC”

You’re hurt by his attitude, but know he’s just exhausted. You turn to leave and plan to head back to him a bit sooner to spend extra time with him (quality time love language lookin demon) (also the avatar of envy but that’s not as funny of a joke so)

You were planning to meet with some classmates to study, but you ran into a demon on your way that had been bullying you for being human for the whole semester

You hadn’t told any of the brothers because you didn’t want to make a big deal about it, but you were worried suddenly what the demon would do to you outside of the school grounds

“Hey, it’s the human” she snarled, stepping in front of you to stop your path

“Sorry, I’m busy” you tried to walk around her, but she had no intention of letting you go unscathed

“Not so fast” she stomped her foot over yours to stop you and shoved you back against a light pole nearby

You felt the cold metal slam against your spine and grunted in discomfort

“Can’t take a little pain? That’s too bad” she said, taking you by your shirt and throwing your body on the road

She kicked your body for what felt like minutes while spitting insults at you, before leaving your weakened body on the ground

You tried to get up once she was gone but screamed in pain, not able to move a muscle

“I summon the Avatar of Envy, Leviathan,” you said, tears starting to run down your face at his name

“Levi, Levi please, help me” you whispered as he appeared

“MC, I’m here” he kneeled down beside you and inspected your body, “I’m here, don’t worry”

“Levi” your hand tightened around his jacket, “Help”

He picked you up, maintaining your position in his arms, and took you to the hospital as fast as he could while keeping you comfortable

He stayed by your side as much as he was legally allowed to while the doctors cared for your torso and x-rayed your foot. After a day or so you were allowed home, and he insisted that he stayed by your side until you were completely healed

Satan

“MC, I’ve asked you eight times to leave me alone, I’m clearly trying to read, can’t you take the hint?” he sighed exasperatedly and waited for you to leave, not intending his words to be so harsh but he figured you’d be fine

You were not fine! What the fuck Satan.

“Fine, screw you then” you retorted and left, slamming the door behind you

He realized that you weren’t fine, but wanted to finish his book. Then he’d apologize. But when we went to your room later that night to talk, you didn’t answer.

“MC, come on, open up. I’m sorry for earlier, can we just talk?”

Beelzebub was walking by, “I haven’t seen them since this morning, they left the house crying” he said awfully casually, “I never saw them come back”

Satan felt the blood drain from his face and he ran out of the HoL, ignoring Beel’s “I’m sure they’re fine now!” from behind him

He barely made it out of the doors before he was summoned, and he was confused before he realized the only way he could be summoned was by you

As soon as he was there he saw you, thrown against a dumpster, barely able to hold yourself up

“Satan” you called, voice weak, and he was at your side in less than a second

He stood in front of you and you got on his back, wrapping your arms over his neck

“Tell me what happened. Who did this” his voice was firm and you could almost feel the anger radiating off him

You muttered a name under your breath before resting your head on his shoulder, trying everything you could to not pass out

“Satan, talk to me. I can’t stay awake”

That scared him, so he walked to the hospital a bit faster, but gently still as to not cause you any extra pain

He started telling you about his book since that was all he did that day, but it ended up turning into a long apology for pushing you away and raising his voice earlier. You would have cut him off but you didn’t have the strength to, so you just listened to his words, noticing the thought he had clearly put into them throughout the day

“Satan-” you started, and he instantly stopped to listen, “I forgive you”

He was silent, a sense of relief and appreciation for you washing over him and he thanked you for your understanding of his anger as you arrived at the hospital

Similar to Lucifer, he demanded you to be seen by the best doctor there was on staff, price be damned. He watched intensely as the doctor checked you out, eyeing them up and down to make sure they were good enough and treating you with the same care he would

Once you were released he had Diavolo send a car to drive the two of you back to the HoL, where Satan had had your room prepared with new pillows (the kind you mentioned liking from his room, as well as new ones of the ones you had), freshly washed sheets and duvet, and a cup of your favorite drink waiting for you (he definitely didn’t bribe his brothers to get your room ready, not that it took much bribing)

In addition, each of the brothers had pitched in to get you flowers and a stuffed animal that you’d mentioned wanting, a few weeks ago. The sight of it all made you tear up, and you wrapped Satan in the tightest hug he’d ever gotten

Asmodeus

“I appreciate you trying to cheer me up, MC, but I just need some time by myself,” he said, and you could tell he was losing his patience

“Are you sure?” you offer one last time before leaving, wanting to make sure he really wanted to be alone

“Yes! I am!” he snapped, and you felt bad for pushing

“Sorry, Asmo. Feel better” you leave and take care to close the door as quietly as you can on your way out

You were having a bit of a bad day yourself, so you decide to go walk around the devildom and let the fresh air clear your head

Which ended up being a bad idea, as you ran into one of the demons that always hit on you in one of your classes.

“Hey, MC, you finally aren’t with any of those idiot brothers” he approached you and tried to touch your arm, but you pushed it away

“Oh, they’re fiesty. I’ll have to teach you a lesson” he spat on the ground next to you and before you knew it he pushed you against a wall and was punching you senseless

It felt like he’d never stop, but eventually it did, and he left you to bleed on the road. You tried to stand up, not thinking your injuries would be that servere, but you couldn’t move. You sighed and closed your eyes, exhaustion suddenly washing over you

You knew you probably had a concussion and some broken ribs, and that you shouldn’t lose consciousness, so you did the only thing you could think to do. You summoned Asmo.

“I summon the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus” you spoke, and there he was

“MC! Babes, what happened? Where are you hurt” he knelt in front of you and looked over your body

“Ribs...and my head...” you whined, leaning forward for him to take you in his arm

Asmodeus was stronger than you realized, and he picked you up easily and started walking you back to the HoL. “Let’s get you laying down and I’ll call a doctor” he said gently, “Then Satan and I will take care of the idiot who did this”

Until you were healed he was by your side, bringing you anything you even thought of wanting and getting the classwork you missed from your classes

Beelzebub

“Hey Beel, what’s up!” you walked into the kitchen and greeted your favorite demon cheerily

He grunted, usually a sign that he should be left alone, but you wanted some Beel time and figured you’d just be cautious and give him his space

“How was your day” you asked innocently

“Not now, MC. I’m not in the mood” his voice was firm, and you took the message

“Got it, I’ll leave” you said apologetically, and left the kitchen. You were a bit upset by him pushing you away, but knew he just needed space. You decided to walk to get takeout for dinner, and made your way to the restaurant on your own.

That was a mistake. You weren’t even halfway there when you figured later you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time

“Is that a human? Here?” you heard from across the road, and sighed, hoping to get off easy

“Hey, human!” the demons walked over to you and you stopped, deciding to at least acknowledge them so they’d think they could insult you and move along

“Wow, I’ve never met a human in real life before” one of them smirked, “I wonder just how weak they really are”

“I wouldn’t test it, just because I’m a human doesn’t mean I don’t know some demons who would make your lives miserable if you hurt me”

The other demon scoffed, “You’re lying. What demon would befriend a human”

You were getting irritated at the attitude being thrown at you, so you decided to fight back with a little sass of your own, “Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub, and Lord Diavolo, to name a few” you smirked and crossed your arms

“Bullshit” one of the two demons got in your face, “there’s no way a demon like that would look twice at you”, and before you could begin to think of a comeback you felt a sharp pain in your side

You looked down to see a gash in your side, thankfully seeming to not have hit an organ, but it was still bleeding pretty badly. You didn’t know what to do, but didn’t really have the chance to do much because a few strong punches were delivered to your core immediately after

“Fuck” you mumbled as you crumpled to the ground, and heard the demons laughing as they walked away. You felt yourself bleeding pretty heavily, and knew you wouldn’t be able to make it back to the HoL

“I summon the Avatar of Gluttony. Beelzebub” you said, hoping you remembered how to use your pact correctly

He appeared before you and you let out a sigh of relief, then wincing in pain at your own action

“MC!” he instantly took off his grey hoodie and pressed it to your wound, “There’s an underground hospital close, is it safe for me to lift you or can you walk”

“I think I can walk, but can you keep an arm around me” you ask, and he obviously does

You get to the hospital and are instantly checked in and brought to a care room. Beel holds your hand and lets you squeeze it as tightly as you need as your wound is sewn up, and then the nurses give you pain medication for the next few weeks

You didn’t know the names of the demons who hurt you, but Lucifer found out easily with his many connections, and he and the rest of his siblings, along with Lord Diavolo, made sure that the two demons never so much as thought about you ever again

Belphegor

“Belphie, please let me in” you knocked on his door again, not knowing what had caused him to storm off in the first place

The door opened, but before you could say anything Belphie was talking

“MC, I’m fucking pissed right now, and the last person I want to be around is you” his voice was sharp, and you almost teared up at how genuine his words seemed

“Fine, okay, I’m sorry for trying to help” you responded before turning and running down the stairs from his room in the attic, wanting to give him space but also run away from him

You were going to try not to cry, but as soon as you stepped outside the HoL you couldn’t hold back anymore. Sniffling, you walked to the park nearby to sit at a bench and think. You pulled out your D.D.D. to text Beelzebub and ask him to check up on Belphie, but didn’t even unlock it before someone sat down next to you

You didn’t recognize who it was, and you wiped under your eyes as the demon began to speak

But they didn’t say anything near what you expected. Well, you didn’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t to be called a filthy human by a stranger

The demon proceeded to call you names, but you were too mentally exhausted to fight back, so you just sat and listened as they tried to get a reaction from you

“What, aren’t you listening to me? Stupid human” and the demon started punching you. Hard.

You tried to fight back at first, but compared to the strength of a demon you couldn’t really do much. Once you started losing consciousness the other demon left you to sit, laughing at your wounds

You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t want to bother Belphie if he was still in a bad mood, but you needed help. You pulled out your D.D.D. and saw a text from him, reading: ‘MC, I’m sorry. Please come back, give me a chance to explain’

As you couldn’t move, you realized your only option was to summon him, so that’s exactly what you did

“I summon the Avatar of Sloth, Belphegor” you suddenly got nervous, unsure why since you and Belphie were so close, but you knew he’d help you no matter what

“MC? MC holy shit” he sat next to you on the bench and you instantly leaned into him and started sobbing

“MC I’m so sorry, this never should have happen” he had an arm around you

You sniffled, “It isn’t your fault, I was just clearing my head” you reassured him, still hurt by his previous words but not at all blaming him for the other demon’s attack

He brought you back to the HoL and gave you ice packs for the bruises that were starting to surface, making sure you had everything you needed for the next many days until you were healed

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A/N: This took me longer than I thought it would to write but I also kept taking breaks and had three classes today lol. But here it is !!! I love writing angst hehe so this was really fun

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #lucifer x mc #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #obey me leviathan #leviathan x mc #obey me satan #satan x mc #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x mc #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub x mc #obey me belphegor #belphegor x mc

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dimonds456 · 3 years

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*sees your tags about being salty about suf spinel*

YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT AND NOT SHARE YOUR SALT /LH

Okay, but I'm warning you, you asked for it.

LONG POST WARNING.

LIKE A REALLY, REALLY LONG POST WARNING.

Dimonds456 Presents: How They Did My Baby Dirty: An SUTM and SUF Analysis on Steven and Spinel (Told by a Progressively More and More Angry Narrator)

THE CONTEXT: There was a post talking about how you think a character will fix everything, but then they wind up making it works. My tags were "#*looks at suf spinel* #I am still salty about that like the bitch I am fghdjskgfa"

Grab some water, guys.

Let's start by talking about Steven for a moment. In the original show, when we were following him as a 12-14-year-old, we watched as he built up trauma and then learned how to hide it expertly well, to the point that most of the audience didn't even realize he was struggling.

You can actually pinpoint the seconds he makes those decisions, too. The best example is in "The Test," when he's storming up to the gems. He's pissed. His fists are clenched, he's got that anime eye shadow overlay on his face, he's frowning, all that. the Crystal Gems are clapping for him and lying to his face, and he KNOWS they are because he overheard them talking about how it was "impossible for him to fail" that test (- Garnet).

And yet... he also overheard them saying that they're just trying their best. They don't know what he needs. They never really have. No one is sure. So, Steven realizes that by picking a fight, he would just be making it worse for them because they would know they messed up, and nothing gets solved, and everyone gets more depressed and Amethyst and Pearl go back to fighting each other and- well, you get the picture. He doesn't have a full understanding of what's going on, so his kid brain went "so I can either be angry at them and cause problems, or I can tell them I did a good job to make them happy."

"I can lie to make them happy."

He storms down there angry, still mulling this decision over. He drops to the floor, frowning and pissed, and says "I can't believe you guys." He is so close to yelling at them, and yet, when he looks up at them...

"That was so... INSANE!"

You never would have been able to tell. It was right there. That moment. And then he never stops. For the ENTIRE REST of the series, he NEVER STOPS. He puts the Crystal Gems above himself every time. Think Rose's Scabbard, The Message, The Return/Jailbreak. The Cluster. Peridot. Dealing with Jasper. The zoo arc (ESPECIALLY the zoo arc). Aquamarine. Then pretty much the entirety of Season 5.

(NOTE: I went back and rewatched that scene for the screenshot. There is a blink-and-you'll-miss-it lip tremble in there too! D,: )

He lives for the people around him, and not for himself. Almost never for himself.

Put a pin in that.

Now, let's look at his maturity. People thought that was just him being mature, right? That he grew up. No. That was not it at all. He was learning from his own behaviors as well as the people around him, and building up this idea that he had to "fight to be everything that everyone wants [him] to be when [he's] grown" (- Steven, the extended intro).

Yes, he matured, but not because of that. He started making various decisions to benefit the group that oftentimes he wasn't fully comfortable with, but something he believed would be better for everyone.

Put a pin in that.

Then, later in Future, we see it all manifest. He is selfless to a fault, to the point that he can't think of himself in a positive light in the sense that he's good. We see it a couple of times, but especially in "Prickly Pair," when he vents to Cactus Steven about everything that happened. He feels useless, which is taking a toll on his mental health.

"Why do I need to be needed?" He needs to be needed because that's everything he was as a kid. His entire IDENTITY rests on his ability to help other people, no matter what happens to him. He literally sacrificed himself for them countless times (the big one of course being the Aquamarine incident), and now as a teenager, his whole sense of self is wrapped up in this need to get up and do something to make the world better.

And when he can't make the world better, his world falls apart.

Put a pin in that.

Now, let's talk about Spinel, the moment we've all been waiting for.

Spinel, as a gem, was made specifically to be a friend. That is her niche, and her purpose. Her reason for existing. At first, she and Pink Diamond got along very well, as shown in the flashbacks right before Drift Away plays (I headcanon she has illusion powers and was literally projecting her trauma, but that's a completely different post).

She and Pink vibed together for who knows how long, until one day, Pink started to not like being around Spinel anymore, finding her annoying and childish. We don't know what really caused the switch, just that it did happen (but of course, I have headcanons for that, too). Spinel never realized until it was FAR too late.

Steven actually describes his younger self as annoying at one point during the Diamond Days arc, when he decides to throw the ball, so I'm legally allowed to make this comparison.

Steven and Spinel were the SAME. They were both young and dumb, and something that at least a few people found annoying. People put up with their BS though, since they cared about them. But, while Steven realized this and matured because of it (or bottled up his emotions, to each their own), Spinel never did. She never matured. She was never given a chance.

In the movie, we saw her as a child, and watched as she played with Pink and never tried to be or do anything else, to the point that Pink Diamond thought to realize she might be struggling (and maybe Spinel didn't, either!).

She lives for the people around him, and not for herself. Almost never for herself.

And when she can't be friends with this one person, her world falls apart.

Sound familiar? It should. I literally pulled from things I said earlier lol.

Spinel and Steven are mirror reflections of each other. Reset!Spinel is 14-year-old Steven, completely devoting her entire self to one idea. Steven's was helping others no matter what, Spinel's was serving Pink no matter what. Spinel is like a combination of 14 and 12-year-old Steven in this sense, honestly. Goofy, without a care in the world, except one thing: the people around her. She would do anything for Pink, just as Steven would do anything for his family.

Now, Pink Diamond left Spinel. We all know this story. She left Spins there in the garden for 6,000 years because she grew more mature and started a rebellion, effectively forgetting about this one gem she kinda stopped caring about standing there.

Personally, I don't think Pink had any malicious or even intentional intent in that, but this ain't about her. This is about how Spinel continued to sacrifice herself for Pink, even when Pink didn't need her to anymore. She wanted to please Pink 24/7, all day every day, to the point she self-sacrificed and stood perfectly still for her for millenia.

Now, back to Steven. The gems don't need him anymore in Future, right? They've all grown up and matured and headed off towards their own futures, effectively stranding him alone in terms of self-identity and self-worth. But he stays there, ready to assist at the drop of a hat, or- in Future's case- the call of a phone.

Episode 6 anyone? The one everyone says shouldn't be in Future? That it should have been cut to allow more focus on Steven himself? The fusion episode? YEAH. THAT. He is running himself RAGGED to try and help others, to give himself a purpose. He is self-sacrificing. (He's a professional, don't worry. /j)

Steven metaphorically planted his feet down and decided that he was going to devote himself to the people around him.

Spinel's feet were literally tied down soon after she made that very same decision.

Okay, enough with the backstory. Time for the salt.

In Future, Steven is at his lowest low. He is running to the Diamonds for help, to see if there is SOMETHING they can do to help him. And we first see Spinel.

Spinel has been through the ringer on a lot of the same mental problems Steven himself is facing. She self-isolated, watched as everyone grew up and left her, and then began to lash out because of it. She understands what he's going through. We even see her concerned as Steven starts to tell her why he's there.

Spinel takes him from Diamond to Diamond, until he's running out of White's room in a blind panic. Spinel is able to catch up with him, and Steven realizes the same. SHE GETS IT. He turns around and says "Hey, you used to have vengeful thoughts!"

Spinel replies "Ohhhhh yeah, but I don't have 'em anymore."

"How did you make them stop?"

She then goes on to sing Change to him, effectively cutting that conversation short.

On paper, that sounds very in-character for her. She's goofy! And that is what worked for her! But the problem is that they had to dumb her down in order to make that character decision work. In the movie, she was shown to be observant and able to put two and two together, even if she often jumps to conclusions (see her being the one to figure out that the gems needed to remember their "pieces," as she remembers the Garden, her re-realizing what Pink did, and her meltdown later when she reactivates the injector).

Spinel is smart. It should have been in character for her to realize that Steven was panicking just as she had been, and needed to be talked to gently. But no. Instead, she starts belting out Change, which given Steven's situation, would not work for him.

At the very least, she would have started doing little tricks or started trying to get him to join a game, which would have taken his mind off of it (to her anyways, that wouldn't have worked either), which then could have prompted further discussion.

Then, once they finally start talking, Spinel could have been able to share some legitimate advise. She was hurt and lashed out. What worked for her was opening up to others and letting them in, learning to trust again (which Steven also has problems with- he can't trust that the Gems won't break down the second he turns his back. Trust does NOT equal love, there is no doubt he loves them to no end), and allowing other people in.

That is what Steven needed, too. He needed to let his guard down and just talk to someone. Sure, Spinel was not going to be a fix-all, but she could have at least offered some insight on what to do.

She UNDERSTANDS him. They are a reflection of each other.

But instead of offering help, Spinel made it worse. She was dumbed down to allow the rest of Future to happen, to make Steven feel even worse. Because- and here's the kicker- because the one person who MIGHT understand him doesn't, that means there's no hope for him.

At least, that's how he sees it. And so, the denial- and "Everything's Fine"- begins.

Here's the thing, though; they DIDN'T NEED to make that decision. If the Crew wanted to have Spinel not understand Steven, then draw the line of her being a Gem from Era 1, used to the Diamonds shattering people.

Steven has killed Jasper and revived her at this point, so maybe Spinel offers that at least he's trying to get better, just like the other Diamonds! See, they're doing so great now! And then that makes him feel worse since he IS trying to do better, but is only failing, while the Diamonds- who were MADE to be nasty dictators- are doing better than him.

The Diamonds shattered a lot of people, and they're doing better than Steven, who has only shattered one person, and not even on purpose. How horrible is that?

Then boom. THERE'S your angst, with a much smarter, more helpful Spinel.

Look, I knew going in that Spinel wasn't going to be able to help. The finale had to happen somehow, and we hadn't seen Wormy Boi yet. I have always been a storng believer of the corrupted Steven theory, so I knew it was bound to happen. But I was hoping that Spinel would at least try. But she really didn't. She just brushed him off, offering really loose advise that didn't even fit his situation and thinking that would be enough.

No. It's not.

I can see where the Crew was coming from. I still love that episode, and I love seeing Spins in it (until that exact moment). This is probably the only thing in SU that genuinely gets me mad. Or, well, maybe not mad, but definitely annoyed and- you guessed it- salty.

I have an unfinished fic where I kinda delve into Spinel's head for that episode called "A New Start". If you really want my thoughts on where Spinel's head was at, there's a bit in there that really explains it. In the fic, Steven decides to rejuvenate himself and brings Spinel along with him, and that's all the context you need for this.

I cannot explain that moment in the climax of the episode, though. Maybe she thought it would make him feel better, or that maybe he really did just need to open his eyes and see the error of his ways (which doesn't make sense, he KNOWS what he did). Maybe she thought that being silly would help somehow.

But you'd think she'd learn from her time with Pink as she grew more annoyed with her, but apparently not. Or maybe she would realize for a second that being loud and annoying was bad. Or maybe she doesn't learn.

Either way, it- and she- was dumb. And they did my baby dirty.

*drops mic and walks away*

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Analysis Pro NH Anti NS

Naruto Manga Part 2

Part 7

Naruto has transformed into the Six-Tails with the worst emotions he ever felt after witnessing Hinata getting stabbed by Pain. The seal reactivates as he grumbles in anger and is seen looking at Hinata before doing his next move. (Hinata is the ONLY reason he even transformed in the first place, as he didn’t transform when the old frog died in front of his eyes or when he heard that Kakashi died. This is also confirmed in chapter 490).

He takes the seal in his fist and crushes it before he goes to attack Pain. But notice how he isn’t charging right at him, but he moves to the side instead.

He circled away from her body so that she wouldn’t be caught in the attack.

He then looks at her (more clearly now) and is seen getting more enraged and then fires a tailed beast bomb at Pain.

He outright bitch-slapped Sakura when he was only in four tailed mode and with a stronger seal, but here we can see load and clear that Naruto deliberately didn’t attack Hinata’s body, he actually tries to protect her and is also seen getting vividly more angry as he looks at her body. BUT HE HAD SIX TAILS AND NO SEAL AT ALL. Its true love, no one has ever given him this amount of control when transformed let alone six f*cking tails of it. And this brings me to another topic.

This is Naruto’s reaction to seeing Sakura being in danger of death. ”What are we supposed to do?”. If Naruto ”loved” her he wouldn’t hesitate and say what are ”we” supposed to do, if he ”loved” her he would have activated kyuubi’s chakra out off pure anger and had no hesitation in attacking Gaara. But that’s not the case at all. His fear of Gaara is clearly superior over his concern for Sakura. When Gaara threatened to crush Sakura he hesitated and then screamed ”DAMMIT” before attacking Gaara and then being pathetically defeated.

It was SASUKE who had to TELL HIM to rescue her and then do his speech about his precious comrades before he finally decided to fight for real. So another person had to tell him to rescue someone he ”loved” because he was to much of a coward to do it himself. If Sasuke hadn’t been there Naruto would have either ran away abandoning Sakura or he would have been killed along with Sakura. If this doesn’t prove that Naruto only had a pointless, shallow ”crush” on her i dont know what does.

This right here proves that Naruto wouldn’t transform for Sakura, also if he did care about her as much as the NaruSaku’s like to say then why didn’t he activate kyuubi’s chakra like he did when Sasuke was in great danger on the Great Naruto Bridge? He was more angry towards Neji after his provocations since he immediatly charged at him when it concerned Hinata, but here he hesitated and forced himself to attack Gaara. He had a certain protective instinct when it concerned Hinata (which is also confirmed as stated above with the six-tails) but he had absolutely zero instincts at all for Sakura. Also which stabbing made him react with SIX-TAILS and with the worst emotions he ever felt, and which made him barely react at all? The point of this is to debunk claims that Naruto would transform for Sakura.

This panel here also confirms that Naruto only transformed because of Hinata. Shikamaru also says ”that triggered it, huh”. He didn’t seem too suprised, makes you wonder if he saw something going on between them of panel perhaps?

Naruto doesn’t know what to do anymore. He doesn’t know anything, he doesn’t have an answer for anything. He wants an answer on how to face all this hate. The Nine Tailed Demon Fox tells him to destroy everything that causes him suffering. Naruto was about to go on a rampage and destroy everything that made him suffer, well except Hinata who he could avoid hurting even when possesed by a demon full of hate.

Naruto had transformed into eight tails. He almost completly resembeled the Kyuubi now, only missing the fur. Naruto is seen walking towards the seal. Naruto had reached such a level of HATRED that he willingly lets himself go. He hates Pain so much that he’s willing to destroy himself just to kill Pain. Remember how the Uchiha clan are said to be driven by love and how that turns into hate and gives them more power. Pain has just talked about how love leads to hate and suffering. Hinata declared her love to Naruto, and seeing her get stabbed made him sync up with the Nine Tailed Demon Fox, a being filled with immense hatred. Is there really any doubt that he loved her? Just as Hinata was ready to sacrifice herself out of love, Naruto was willing to sacrife himself too.

Because of how the seal is designed, Naruto is rescued from the Fox by his Father and he returns to normal after their talk. Naruto is informed by Katsuyu that he had caused all the destruction around them after he had transformed. Naruto’s first thought and worry is about Hinata (reminding us why he even transformed like that in the first place). He clutches his shirt near his heart while saying ”did i destroy Hinata or any of the other villagers”. Hinata is the only one he lists by name and everyone else is just the ”villagers”. When he finds out that she’s alive he clutches his shirt tighter around his heart. He clearly cares about her a whole lot. I wonder if Naruto would have turned evil if she turned out to be dead. Considering that he was about to transform into a walking ball of hatred after her ”death” it wouldn’t seem to far fetched would it?

Naruto cries tears of relief and thanks God that she’s alive and that she wasn’t hurt in the rampage. Naruto clutching his shirt near the area of his heart shows that she had a special place in his heart. Hinata is also seen simultaneously thinking about him too and also thanking God that he’s alright. Nice pararell Kishi.

That will be all for now, here are the other parts if you wanna read them.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Part 8

#naruhina #pro naruhina #anti narusaku

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So anyway I think that the heroes are going to snatch control of Atlas right out from under Salem and Ironwood’s noses. It’ll take a few episodes, but it’ll happen by V8′s end. Here’s the probably inaccurate spiffy:

Ironwood and Salem are busily playing army and being absolutely ignorant to their own and each other’s underlings thinking maybe they’re in the wrong. So while they think they are controlling the Battle For Atlas (TM), everybody else is going to be trying to save people. Emerald’s going to get to the lamp first(ish).

Emerald: JINN! I must ask you something! Jinn: For reasons related to metaknowledge I like you a lot kid, so I’ll warn you to word your question very carefully. Emerald: Well... shit, give me a minute. Jinn: Time’s frozen, I’m magic like that. Take as long as you need.

Exactly what Emerald asks is up in the air, but it’s probably either ‘what is Salem hiding’ or ‘how can Cinder be freed from Salem’ and either way Jinn will make it clear Emerald needs to get to Ruby, so Emerald shrugs cause she was totally going to jump ship from Salem anyway (woman is dancing murder, literally) and so she waltzes out to pick up Oscar and then they run into JYR.

Yang: You framed me! Emerald: Yeah but I’m good now. See? Saving kids, got the relic-- Ren: I HATH SEEN HER VIBES, AND SHE DOTH BE GOOD NOW. Yang: Wait but how do you know it’s not an illusion? Ren: YOUR VIBES DOTH PROCLAIM AFFECTION FOR THINE PARTNER, OF DEEP AND INTENSE KIND, YET YOU DOUBT YOUR VALUE TO HER-- Yang: Okay okay I believe you! Oscar: Hey I’m kinda bleeding to death can we escape already?

And as they rush out of the whale, there is DRAMA in the Schnee mansion. Ruby’s panicking over Penny, and because Penny came in hot she can’t touch her with her bare hands so she’s getting Weiss to summon up some remote gloves for Emergency Robot Surgery and totally ignoring that pain in her heart. Meanwhile Klein’s patching up Nora--

Nora’s Past: Excuse me, sir, I need to reveal myself now. You don’t mind do you? Klein: This girl is pretty badly hurt, so I do rather mind-- Nora’s Past: Not to worry, I won’t interfere in your healing and you can have a conversation that sets up a future plot point.

And Blake and May are talking about how they robbed people to save people and Blake’s kinda trying to hint maybe that the situation’s pretty bad up here without offending May who is really just this close to exploding.

May: If you can’t give me one good reason to stay I’m taking the jet down to Mantle! Whitley: Jacques has a work computer in his office, maybe you can reactivate Mantle’s heat from there? May: ...fuck it get me some cocoa.

And indeedily, it turns out that there are programs to reactivate the heating grid! And switches to flip the direction of the Mantle/Atlas chute system! And a bunch of other stuff that’ll help Mantle, and May’s getting into it when she hits THE JACKPOT. You know how Jacques got elected a councilman? And how he got some key codes for that? Well, being the brilliant genius that he is, he put those key codes on his home computer and nobody’s thought to erase them since his arrest. Which means May can spoof Atlas systems to think ONE council member is doing things!

[Interlude with Cinder going aircar shopping, surprisingly easy when the city stores are abandoned. She has a run-in with the Glass Unicorn, which does not survive. We get a close-up of her face, and she’s frustrated that this isn’t satisfying her.]

But only having one councilmember’s codes isn’t enough to do more than move some people around the subways to safer places--great and all, but won’t solve the problem. If they had more control of Atlas’s automated systems, they could maybe do something, but the only way to do that is get more councilmember control codes. Like a majority. That’s two codes, and there’s no way to--

Blake: Wait doesn’t Ironwood have two seats? May: Yeah but he’s not going to work with us. Blake: We’re already spoofing Jacques’ codes, we can spoof Ironwood’s. May: We’d have to get to the terminal in the military compound! Blake: ...or the one in Atlas Academy. I need to make a call.

Cut to team FNKI, not at all chillin’ in their dorm. They’re ticked for so many reasons, they’re antsy, Neon gets a call from Blake and listens for a bit before saying ‘hey everyone wanna go infiltrate the Headmaster’s office and save Atlas?’ And Flynt’s like ‘You know what, sure.’ And four teenagers with attitude Power Ranger their way through some very confused soldiers and then Ivori puts on his hacker glasses and says--

Ivori: Oh crap guys. Ironwood only put the Headmaster codes on this terminal. Not the military council codes. Neon: Paranoid bitch. Ivori: Also he knows we’re here now.

Meanwhile JYR and their new pals (who may or may not include Hazel and Neo, depending on how effective Oscar is at handing out redemption arcs) have a bit of a tiff over the whole ‘recruiting bad guys’ thing and Emerald’s like ‘Guys fine arrest me but I literally have all the knowledge you need and for plot reasons we need to go to the Schnee mansion now’ so Winter’s like ‘Oh shit! I hate plot in my house!’ and she checks the clock and yeah, there’s PLENTY of time to hop over before the bomb arrives and, hey, probably fugitives, so dad Ironwood can’t yell at her for this!

[Interlude with Fiona and Joanna, who start characterizing each other and mention Important Plot Details that will probably come into play in the next volume but the fandom’s all going to speculate about how it’ll come into play this volume because we’re like that.]

So back with Ruby, she’s managed to juryrig Penny back to life and there’s this big emotional moment and Ruby has a breakdown and Weiss is all ‘I’m not equipped to handle this shit but I’ll try anyway’ and Penny has a breakdown and Weiss is like ‘yeah okay, cuddles and comfort time, come here you crazy girls’ and THEN Whitley bursts through the door and shouts ‘GUYS GUYS TEAM FNKI’S ON TV AND THEY’RE SAYING SWEAR WORDS!’

Neon: I’ve come to make an announcement: James Ironwood is a bitch-ass motherfu-- Ironwood: Okay this teenage rebellion is stupid. Luckily it’ll be easy to take back control of Atlas Academy because I am always right and never miss anything. Random Intern: But Sir! Aren’t You Worried They Will Hack Atlas’s Systems? Ironwood: Allow me to exposit on how impossible that is and how they would need three council codes to make a majority that could let that happen. Camilla, in her office: YO BITCH! REMEMBER ME?!

That’s right, Camilla’s noticed this TV broadcast, put together the pieces, and as scared as she is of Ironwood she’s noticing that he’s not really doing so hot fighting Salem so, what the heck, she’s going to tell everyone that Ironwood killed Sleet and he’s a treasonous traitor and soldiers should totally turn to Robyn Hill. Because she just sent her own council codes to ALL FOUR OF THE HAPPY HUNTRESSES. Also she says this is a pre-recorded message and she probably got killed by her doorguards.

[Meanwhile, the Hound gets a smoothie. It’s plot-detail flavored.]

Ironwood rages, but it’s okay! He’s got Robyn’s scroll! So he’s got the codes, he’s still in control aaaaaand Fiona’s already changed the password. But you know this plan is totally going to fall apart without Robyn, who’s trapped in her cell, so he marches down there to kill her before she can become a problem and comes face to face with Cinder God Damn Fall.

Ironwood: Get out of the way, I need to kill that woman. Cinder, flipping him off: Fuck you, Atlas scum, I do what I want! Hardlight generator: Hey why are you reaching for me scary lady OH GOD THE PAIN I AM DEAD THE PRISONERS ARE FREE BLEGH-- Watts: Let’s get out of here while they’re fighting each other! Cinder: ...yeah, that, that was totally my plan, yeah.

So Cinder and Watts skedaddle and the soldiers are like ‘uh should we catch them’ and Ironwood’s all ‘WE MUST KILL ROBYN’ and Robyn has no idea why but she’s not going down easy and Qrow’s screaming how Ironwood’s just the worst and Jacques is cowering in a corner because everybody has guns. Realistically a whole bunch of soldiers are able to easily subdue Qrow and Robyn and Ironwood gets ready to kill them when suddenly--

Raven: Looks like I need to save your weak ass, bro. Robyn: Who’s the hottie? Qrow: A fucking bitch. Raven: Yeah, okay, but I brought Tai along so... Taiyang: Anybody want a brownie? No? Fine. Sic’ em Zwei.

Obviously the might of the War Corgi (and yeah, the Spring Maiden, sure) is enough to get Robyn and Qrow to safety, and they also snag Robyn’s scroll on the way out, and Robyn gets informed of basically everything in one long ‘thank god you’re back’ speech by May who is REALLY tired of wrangling all these teenagers and their drama, but she’s interrupted when the Ace Ops land at the Schnee mansion and bring in their drama and should they turn on Ironwood like Camilla says and Blake says some stuff about ‘did you promise the man he is or who he pretends to be’ and Penny also has lines and there’s so much yelling--

Watts: According to my notes, Penny’s at the Schnee mansion. Cinder: My orders are to deliver you to Salem. Watts: But Cinder, there’s a lot of plot at the Schnee mansion right now! I know you looove ploooooooot! Cinder: Are you trying to tempt me to do a dumb? Watts: What can I say, I’m mischievous. Cinder: ...okay, you can drive yourself right back to Salem--I mean it! Drive STRAIGHT BACK, don’t get yourself CAUGHT AGAIN, and you tell her that you ordered me out. Watts: You have my word! Watts tells Salem Cinder totally abandoned him of her own free will.

So Cinder Fall strides into the conflict and she’s all smug--right up until she sees EMERALD IS WITH RUBY and she just flips out like ‘what the shit! What the shit girl what are you doing?!’ And Emerald says ‘I’m doing this for you! Allow me to begin my melodramatic speech about--’ Cue the Hound smashing through the window with a horde of Grimm and suddenly everything is chaos nobody knows who’s on anybody’s side Penny’s being fought over by everyone and--

Penny, eyes red: THE VAULT--Aaaaargh! Ruby, watching her fly out: Oh yeah, she was hacked, right, forgot. Cinder: The Hound: The Ace Ops: JNOR: RWBY: TRQ: May: Robyn: Kids, go after her, we’ll clean up here.

Everyone RUNS OUT OF THE SCHNEE MANSION and it’s a race to get to the Vault using every method they can and Cinder’s melting the ground and getting into fights left and right and the Ace Ops are showing their true colors by getting random citizens out of the way and meanwhile the Happy Huntresses are coordinating everything in Atlas AND Mantle and it’s all chaos but it’s clear that Ironwood’s not in control and then--

in the vault--

there he is, holding Penny’s sword. And he’s picked her up and started literally banging her against the door because the vault won’t open--

Cinder: Yo, moron, you need to do it right. Cinder: *Whips out a frying pan and conks out Ruby* Cinder, sweetly: Penny, if you don’t open that door I’ll melt her booooones~!

Welp, there’s no way to solve that hostage situation, so Penny reluctantly opens the Vault of the Winter Maiden and it looks like, oh no, somebody bad is going to get the staff, when all of the sudden--

Nora: THIS is what I’m good for! Nora’s Past: Go get ‘em girl!

Nora just catapults herself into the vault, grabs the staff and--before anybody can react--gets it to land next to Mantle. And THEN the Ace Ops come in and say ‘yeah, uh, Ironwood, totally under arrest for being stupid’ and turn off the hackersword which lets Penny get Ruby away from Cinder. Cinder’s right ticked so she reaches for the staff with her Grimm hand but, in a fit of realization, Nora decides to use the staff to regenerate Cinder’s lost arm (which destroys the Grimm Arm entirely).

Cinder: Wait... what the fuck? Why’d you do THAT?! Nora: I have complicated in-character reasons but the truth is I’m setting up a plotline for you to doubt the path you’ve chosen so you’ll turn on Salem down the line. Cinder: Well now I’m feeling existential. I think I’ll go back to Salem and whine about this whole crazy day.

So anyway the volume ends with reinforcements arriving, Robyn the new leader of the Kingdom of Mantle, Ironwood locked up for being a moron, Salem just totally blindsided by the complete upset of the board, and Nora offering to regenerate Yang’s arm. Yang says no because she gave up her arm for something precious and her new arm was a gift plus it’s awesome plus her sister’s dating a robot so saying ‘I don’t like metal arms’ is kinda hypocritical.

....

And then in the stinger Cinder’s staring in a mirror and Pyrrha says ‘Hello again.’

#RWBY #V8 #Spoilers #V8 Spoilers #Speculation #Ruby Rose #Weiss Schnee #Blake Belladonna #Yang Xiao Long #Actually a whole bunch of characters #This is probably going to be wildly inaccurate #No mention of Willow's secret elf powers #But let's see how badly I can guess

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If your successfully distracted he will pounce on you as if he were part cat instead of bird-

He likes missionary or doggy style if his wings are out so that it doesn't hurt or strain them.

He's a cocky little shit tbh-

Says some of the crudest shit just to get you flustered. He has no censor and he just keeps on goin-

Will thrust into you with no mercy because he knows his baby can take it and will use the safe word if it gets to be too much.

Does not hold back on the kinks! He will try anything at least once!

Unless its bdsm while his wings are out cause that's dangerous-

SFW

He too like Hyunjin, likes to steal your shiny objects such as jewelry and such.

It's not his fault tbh, it's purely his genetics

And in all fairness, he desperately tries not to but his genes always get the best of him-

He likes to watch you dance. He doesn't quite know why, it's just really hypnotic

Has tried to befriend birds at the park before-

Didn't work. They just flew away from him like they do normal people-

Speaking of birds, he once almost lost his shit when he saw someone throw breadcrumbs on the ground and damn near threw himself to the floor to get to them-

He's lowkey a dumbass tbh. Smh-

Lee Felix(Vampire):

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Major blood kink-

Like his dick will get 10× harder at the scent of your blood.

Being a vampire, he finds it hard to control himself around you if you start to bleed.

Will suck hickies onto your skin before, during and after sex-

He just likes the teasing temptation to bite you as he can taste the blood buildup under your skin

Will sink his teeth in your neck, wrists and thighs without so much of a second thought-

Would honestly love it if you pulled his hair while he drinks from your thighs

And then would totally eat you out as if he were starving right after feeding of you-

And honestly, he's damn good with his tongue!

Also, boy has a deep ass voice!

And if you can get off from it, he'll use it against you for sure-

SFW

Since he's a vampire, he likes to use his super speed to scare the fuck outta you

Like you'd be doin something and outta nowhere he'd pop up right in front of you-

Queue girly startled scream from you~

He'd laugh at you after cause he finds it hilarious.

He gets kinda clingy but his skin is cold so make sure you wear warm clothes when cuddling him

Speaking of cuddles-

It happens everywhere and all the time

His duality is like a light switch btw

One second he's all giggly and happy and the next he's all serious and deep voiced-....

Won't let you leave the house at night...like at all

Will most likely hunt you down if you happen to sneak past him and actually make it outside-

Kim Seungmin(Merman Shifter):

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Has a corruption kink

Choking kink to the max

Literally will eat you out in the water

Enjoys seeing you squirm

Forced submission is his domain

Will act bratty and deny you everything until you’re so worked up that you end up begging

He likes testing your limits and will push until he sees fit (with consent ofc-)

Switches between a hard and a soft dom just to confuse you

Will smile innocently as he watches you squirm, as if it wasn’t his fault because it’s not-

Literally the god of edging and orgasm denial

Is more of a lazy dom, he’ll be laying down while you suck him off as he fingers you open slowly

Can be on bottom or top, but he’s the one in control unless said otherwise

He likes it when you suck on his fingers without him having to tell you to

Will 10/10 take advantage of you if you waltz in drunk (would have to be discussed beforehand)

SFW

Literally will cling to you 24/7

You’ll walk in on him half asleep in the tub in the middle of a bubble bath at midnight

Will accidentally flood your kitchen sink because “there needs to be more water in the house”

Constantly needs to consume or be submerged in water or else he’ll get sleepy

He eats a lot of Tic-Tacs- like, a lot

Enjoys blowing up bubblegum and always has some with him

He goes crazy for bubbles so blow some with him

Likes to dance with you randomly to whatever song is playing

He enjoys planning surprise dates!

Ice cream fanatic- he goes crazy for that, it’s a wonder why he isn’t broke yet

Actually worries a lot about you and will constantly baby you

Likes to listen to soft classical music when he’s sleeping

Loves to prank you and then cuddle you afterwards because he needs attention-

Yang Jeongin(Angel):

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Boy has an oppa kink for sure-

Call him oppa, he gets a kick out of it

As an angel he has a softer way of turning you into a whining mess than the rest.

Much like Jisung, he will use his wings to distract you but will be more subtle about it-

Please say everything and anything that's unholy. He will get a kick outta that too-

Likes to please more than to be pleased

Like….sit on his face and he will go at it for hours baby-

He will honestly love to be subbed and put into his place

BUT

When he doms you, you best believe that you're in for a ride

He enjoys bdsm quite a bit. Maybe a little too much.

Like, as long as his wings are tucked in, please tie him up

And if he's dom he'll waste no time in making sure that your arms and legs are tied/cuffed to the bed posts.

Also has a sensory deprivation kink along with overstimulation-

SFW

He LOVES to be babied tbh

Like please watch disney movies with this moron

Enjoys sweets a little bit too much-

Can actually cook pretty decently so you know for sure you won't be going hungry-

Can and will sing you to sleep cause he knows he has a beautiful voice

Sassy and conceded little shit-

When bored, he will bug you for hours on end until you entertain him

Please give him extra love and affection cause he will die on the spot if you refuse to-

He's really silly and extra so be prepared for multiple surprises around the house

Like sticky notes on the fridge or counter saying "I love you" and "I may be an angel but you're my saviour" and other cheesy shit like that-

Ok but....how the hell did this also turn in a headcannons post????

Anyways enjoy and choose wisely! Remember that you can pick more than one member but if you could kindly keep the max to 3 that's be helpful-

Have fun and don't be shy to dm or ask me anything, my lovelies!!!

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double-moonlight-lonelyeyes · 4 years

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Magnus Archives Episode 164 Liveblog

What time is it?

(You know exactly what time it is you poor bastards)

Magnus Time!

*reads title*...corruption time? Jesus H Christ, I would not trade lives with Alex J Newall for all the red bean mochi in the world.

Fortunately, while I have a more or less average human level of disgust reaction, disease and decay don't really *frighten* me, so lets begin!

Ooh park noises! And immediately into ominous Jon noises. Holy FUCKING SHIT they were not kidding holy shit holy shit I lied this is gonna be tough. Amazingly enough, "people are going about their business outside while afraid of catching the plague" is a leeetle bit upsetting.

We're also getting more usual Corruption "Join the collective" stuff, which is fine.

Skin stuff is fine. This is fine.

The historical revisionism and xenophobia angle is interesting. We haven't before seen much of the reactive othering that goes hand in hand with the "belonging" that the Corruption promises. Jonny continues to pull absolutely zero punches.

This suuuuuuucks. This huuuuuurts. Jonny you realize the world is a real place, right?

I'm glad to see that the Dark is still allowed to step in anywhere it will make things worse.

The hypocrisy is par for the course, of course.

"Their masks are blue and red and white" okay you can tone it down just a tad there, Jonny.

Plenty of people are well aware of how the word "diagnosis" can be used as a threat.

Not going unnoticed that Ms. Village Council is the first woman in that line. Sometimes you just wrest a piece of the patriarchy for yourself and leave it at that.

Ew, piles of discarded skin. Exploding into a shower of spores neither unexpected nor very upsetting but it is pretty gross.

Okay? Are we done? Audience can have little a JonMartin tenderness as a treat?

"Guidebook". Is that what the kids are calling it these days?

Clearly what Martin has actually carried away from that place is the paranoia. Martin, I love you, but Jonny needs to give you something to do other than being a huge worrywart. (I know it's the apocalypse, I should cut poor Martin some slack.)

No need to sound so accusatory, Martin. Knowing stuff is Jon's superpower. Time to accept it. Maybe even make use of it.

WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM YOUR MIDDLE NAME WAS MARTIN??

(You know who absolutely did know what Martin's full legal name was? Sasha. Sigh. She would have been a fantastic archivist, a disaster in so many new and interesting ways.)

YES MARTIN! THAT'S WHAT WE ALL REALLY WANT TO KNOW!! IS BASIRA ALIVE???

Yeah!! Of course my girl is surviving like a BOSS! And Daisy's fate is as expected, as is Basira's reaction.

GFDDRJDJDNXJJD HE CAN'T SEE MELANIE AND GEORGIE!! To be honest that could be the fault of either one of them, or both, being cut off from the Eye/ fear in general as they are. I wonder if all blind people are invisible to Jon?? What are they getting up to??

THEN WHO WAS PHONE?? Bingo, of course it was the Web. And of course you can't see her if she doesn't want you to.

Awww, good on Jon for expressing his discomfort in a timely and non-accusatory manner.

I can imagine trying to directly Know the Fears and how to defeat them would be a bit of a doozy. The most interesting thing for me here is that apparently they can't be put back where they were because that place...what, only existed when they were in it? But he didn't say it was impossible, so that's something!

Awwwwwwww Martin takes such good care of his Archivist.

Of course he just summoned Helen by thinking about her.

Ah, Helen is delightful. It's amazing how much more in her mannerisms she is like Michael than like herself before she met the Spiral.

It is one of the core properties of the Eye that it sees but does not comprehend.

I'm sure Es Mentiras has a "special" relationship with the concepts of knowledge and understanding. Drowning in hypotheticals seems very much its style.

Be honest, Martin. You need someone who isn't Jon to bitch at about your relationship.

I wasn't really wondering why Helen couldn't help them along on their journey. Treating the Distortion like a convenient shortcut is pretty much never a good idea. Nice to hear that Jon is explicitly more powerful than it, though. (My guess is that he simply can't get lost in it anymore, which is antithetical to its nature.)

(This reaction got so long it exceeded the space in my note taking app, heh.)

You ARE adorable, Jon. Don't contradict your boyfriend! And really, Martin, see above. Helen Distortion is NOT your friend. You can do better. Basira's out there, remember? And Melanie and Georgie. Daisy, even.

Whew, well that's the Corruption behind us. Hopefully won't have to deal with that for a few more episodes.

#the magnus archives #tma spoilers #tma s5 #tma 164 #the corruption #cw sickness #cw pandemic #liveblog

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aelinbitch-archive · 5 years

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literal YEARS ago an anon asked me to expand on tog characters’ enneagram types and i have no idea why i’m starting with him of all people but here’s why I think chaol is a type six

(even if you don’t know what the enneagram is you can def still read and understand this if you’re interested in a shady analysis of Chaol’s character)

Ok I’ve been thinking about Chaol (cursed sentence) because I realized that I’ve been 110% sure for so long that he’s a six but that it’s also possible he’s a one. And it’s tough for me to make a final call because I could not be less willing to go back and read his chapters, which means I don’t have anything to work with except what I remember. Buuut I’m pretty sure my initial instinct is right and that he’s a six, so let’s review:

The case for Chaol as a six

Brief overview: “The committed, security-oriented type. Sixes are reliable, hard-working, responsible, and trustworthy. Excellent "troubleshooters," they foresee problems and foster cooperation, but can also become defensive, evasive, and anxious—running on stress while complaining about it. They can be cautious and indecisive, but also reactive, defiant and rebellious. They typically have problems with self-doubt and suspicion.”

Doesn’t tell us much, but could reasonably be Chaol (but so could the description for type 1). Especially, in my humble onion, the “foreseeing problems” part. Think about his treatment of Celaena/Aelin in both books 1 and 4.

Stress/Growth: In stress, 6 goes to dark 3 (competitive and arrogant). I’m not sure how well those words fit specifically in the context of Chaol, but I do feel like I see glimmers of this concept. Like... insisting to Celaena in the first few books that his view of the world is Correct and Better Than Hers. And in growth, 6 goes to 9, which basically just means they just Chill Out, so, sure.

“We have named personality type Six The Loyalist because, of all the personality types, Sixes are the most loyal to their friends and to their beliefs. They will “go down with the ship” and hang on to relationships of all kinds far longer than most other types. Sixes are also loyal to ideas, systems, and beliefs...”

Everyone who follows this blog knows I’m not by any stretch a Cha*rian stan but... tell me this isn’t him with Dorian (and Adarlan).

The biggest reason my instinct for Chaol is type 6 is because sixes, especially counterphobic ones, are characterized so much by their over-identification/over-commitment/allegiance to structures that they perceive as providing them with security, and Chaol’s devotion to Adarlan and Dorian (and semi-understandable meltdown when those things get pulled out from under him) really aligns with this.

“The reason Sixes are so loyal to others is that they do not want to be abandoned and left without support—their Basic Fear.“

I think the reason he was such a little bitch in QoS was because Celaena left (even though... he...... sent her away..............) AND Dorian turned into a Valg AND he lost his job/old life so it was kind of the perfect storm to trigger his fear of being abandoned and without security.

“They also tend to fear making important decisions, although at the same time, they resist having anyone else make decisions for them.”

True.

“If Sixes feel that they have sufficient back up, they can move forward with some degree of confidence. But if that crumbles, they become anxious and self-doubting, reawakening their Basic Fear. (“I’m on my own! What am I going to do now?”)”

One of the reasons I sometimes doubt Chaol is a six is because sixes are so anxious, and when I recall him in the first few books, he generally seems pretty decisive. But I think that was because 1) he was completely secure in his position and able to be more confident because of that and 2) if he’s a 6 than he definitely has a 5 wing, which makes sixes more serious and steady.

So then when we look at him in QoS when he lacks any kind of security, I think we definitely see more anxiety and unease.

“Until they can get in touch with their own inner guidance, Sixes are like a ping-pong ball that is constantly shuttling back and forth between whatever influence is hitting the hardest in any given moment. Because of this reactivity, no matter what we say about Sixes, the opposite is often also as true. They are both strong and weak, fearful and courageous, trusting and distrusting, defenders and provokers...”

This is really interesting and kind of shows up in Chaol’s relationships with Dorian and Celaena/Aelin and Nesryn and Yrene. Like for sure a lot of it is also just his natural character development over the story, but I think it’s kind of interesting that when he’s closest with Dorian, he’s Adarlan’s #1 cheerleader, then when he’s dating Celaena, he’s vowing to bring Endovier down with his bare hands or whatever, then when he’s on his own/with Nesryn, everyone needs to get their head out of the clouds and focus on Practical Things except for him when he wants to save Dorian, and Aelin, who once inspired him to think differently, is now unreliable and frivolous and tyrannical.

“When they learn to face their anxieties, however, Sixes understand that although the world is always changing and is, by nature uncertain, they can be serene and courageous in any circumstance.”

As much as I don’t care for him, I think he gets there by KoA.

“Levels of Development” is very convincing.

“Level 3: Dedicated to individuals and movements in which they deeply believe. Community builders: responsible, reliable, trustworthy. Hard-working and persevering, sacrificing for others, they create stability and security in their world, bringing a cooperative spirit. Average Levels Level 4: Start investing their time and energy into whatever they believe will be safe and stable. Organizing and structuring, they look to alliances and authorities for security and continuity. Constantly vigilant, anticipating problems. Level 5: To resist having more demands made on them, they react against others passive-aggressively. Become evasive, indecisive, cautious, procrastinating, and ambivalent. Are highly reactive, anxious, and negative, giving contradictory, "mixed signals." Internal confusion makes them react unpredictably. Level 6: To compensate for insecurities, they become sarcastic and belligerent, blaming others for their problems, taking a tough stance toward "outsiders." Highly reactive and defensive, dividing people into friends and enemies, while looking for threats to their own security. Authoritarian while fearful of authority, highly suspicious, yet, conspiratorial, and fear-instilling to silence their own fears. Unhealthy Levels Level 7: Fearing that they have ruined their security, they become panicky, volatile, and self-disparaging with acute inferiority feelings. Seeing themselves as defenseless, they seek out a stronger authority or belief to resolve all problems. Highly divisive, disparaging and berating others

Levels 3 and 4 are very book 1. And I mean, Level 6 (and even 7)? That’s QoS Chaol right there in a nutshell. That’s all of his behavior towards Aelin. And Level 5? His treatment of Nesyrn. The mixed signals, the passive-aggression, the belligerence.

Convincing quotes from the “Growth Suggestions” section: “You tend to get edgy and testy when you are upset or angry, and can even turn on others and blame them for things you have done or brought on yourself. Be aware of your pessimism: it causes you dark moods and negative thought patterns that you tend to project on reality.” and “Sixes tend to overreact when they are under stress and feeling anxious. Learn to identify what makes you overreact. Also realize that almost none of the things you have feared so much has actually come true. Even if things are as bad as you think, your fearful thoughts weaken you and your ability to change things for the better.”

Like... as of KoA.......is Aelin a dictator who burned everyone in Adarlan to a crisp with her monstrous power? Are "normal” humans enslaved by the might of magic wielders? No? Interesting.

There’s also a lot of really convincing stuff in the “Sixes in a Relationship with Eights” (Aelin is an 8 for sure) section

“Sixes tend to look up to the Eights as their hero, while Eights are touched by the Six's devotion and courage.”

“For the most part, [the Eight expecting to be in charge] is also fine with Sixes, except for those times when Sixes feel the need to push back and to prove themselves. They need to show others (including the Eight) that they cannot be pushed around or taken advantage of. Power struggles of all kinds can ensue. This is especially true of "counterphobic" Sixes who can actually react much like Eights, displaying leadership, decisiveness and independence (on the positive side) as well as bluster, aggression, and defiance.”

For me, this mostly recalls QoS, but I also think that Chaol’s decision not to tell Celaena about Nehemia being “questioned” could be an example of Chaol needing to push back and prove himself. This shit did not appear out of nowhere in book 4.

Ok and finally, quotes from the “Type 6 as Compared to Type 1″ section

“What these two types have in common is the tendency to feel guilty when they do something contrary either to their ideals (Ones) or to the commitments to allies, beliefs, and authorities they have made (Sixes)”

This is a really close call, because Chaol has screamed “HONROR LOYALTY DUTY” into the void so many times that it seems like he’s a One - loyal to ideals. But I think, based on textual evidence I am not at all willing to review, his main anxiety is about being a traitor to Dorian, to his position in Adarlan, and to his title. It’s true that he believed these things made him honorable and loyal, and betraying them caused him to lose this, but I think that’s less of a morally-driven cognitive dissonance thing and more just the way he expresses his guilt over leaving Dorian. (And his outrage over having those systems/allies/beliefs that brought him security pulled away).

“Average Sixes are anxious, indecisive, ambivalent, and, above all, reactive. They find it difficult to relate to others with self-confidence as equals, tending either to become too dutiful and dependent or to go to the opposite extreme and become rebellious and defiant. Sometimes they get stuck in the middle and become ambivalent, indecisive, and vacillating.”

Literally? Break this down chunk by chunk for Chaol and you get: Dorian (too dutiful and dependent), Aelin (rebellious and defiant), and “Celaena”/Nesryn (ambivalent, indecisive, and vacillating).

“Righteous anger, irritation, and moral indignation are the principal negative emotions in Ones, whereas fearfulness, suspicion, and anxiety are the principal negative feelings in Sixes.“

This sentence right here is what almost made me doubt myself and type him as a One instead (which for sure could still be a possibility! I could always be wrong). Because Chaol definitely has all the preachyness and moral indignation of a One.

But! Working with the theory that he’s a Six, couldn’t his moral indignation (mostly towards Celaena/Aelin) also be the result of his job and circumstance - the systems he has attached himself to in order to remain safe? He’s... a cop, basically. So his contempt/superiority complex towards a notorious criminal makes sense. And as a loyal follower of the man he thinks is The Best Prince Ever, his condemnation of the actions of this powerful, seemingly unstable new queen makes sense. It’s not necessarily ACTUAL moral indignation, it’s just... indignation period, expressed using the kind of morally superior language one might expect from an ~honorable~, well-to-do captain of the guard.

My working theory is: it’s not that his ~unwavering principles~ lead him to be truly, genuinely in opposition to Aelin’s actions (he goes back and forth maybe 10 times over the course of the series on whether or not it’s morally acceptable that she kills people), it’s that he deals with his anxiety and fear of Aelin and what she/her power might mean for his future by holding her accountable on the value/moral system he developed while working for Dorian/Adarlan.

Like: “Sixes are uncertain, and rely on reassurance, back-up, familiar procedure, or the sanction of previously tested ideas and philosophies to help them come to decisions.”

It’s a complex issue, but I would view his whole “Honor!!!! Honor Honor Honor!!!!!!! Did I mention Honor?!?!” schtick as a “previously tested philosophy” that helps him come to a decision/judgement rather than an actual One-ish principle.

“Both are "should" and "must" people: both feel obligated to take care of all duties before relaxing or attending to their own needs. Further down the Levels, both types exhibit a legalistic streak: Sixes at Level 6 are The Authoritarian Rebel and Ones at the same Level are The Judgmental Perfectionist.”

Ones moralize and scold, lecturing others in the name of an ideal about whatever issues are of concern to them. ("Do you have any idea how wasteful it is to use an air conditioner?") Sixes can also give orders, not because of rigid inner standards, but because they are afraid of what they see as the erratic, irresponsible conduct of others potentially disrupting the security and stability they are trying to maintain. They are angered and threatened by others "breaking the rules" and becoming more unpredictable. Sixes identify with certain beliefs or authority figures and internalize the values that they have learned from these sources of guidance. Once they have identified with what they have taken to be trustworthy sources of information about the world, Sixes can be aggressive toward anyone who does not accept the same values as they do. This is especially true when Sixes are more insecure–the more anxious they are, the more they want to cling to whatever positions or allegiances they still believe in.

This, for me, is kind of a slam-dunk in proving Chaol is a Six. If you took that paragraph and replaced “Six/es” with “Chaol” and the vague “others” with “Aelin” and told me it was an analysis of QoS specifically, I would 100% believe it.

And also, to compare one and six again, just to be sure: does Chaol appear to moralize and scold? Absolutely. Think back to that initial confrontation with Aelin. But when he’s doing it, is he saying “it’s wrong to kill people/use your magic/do whatever because it _____” fill in the blank with an actual ideal of his? No. He doesn’t think she’s in the wrong because she’s going against his ideal of ____ (No Magic? Nope, as Aelin points out, he doesn’t have a problem with Dorian’s power. Power to the People? Nope, hasn’t always been something he worked towards. Nonviolence? Nope, he’s killed as well). He thinks she’s in the wrong because 1) she scares him, 2) she is a contributing factor to his current feelings of insecurity and inferiority, and 3) most unforgivably of all, she’s a threat to Dorian Havilliard, the thing Chaol is still clinging to the most.

Also, I didn’t bring up HoF this whole time (mostly because QoS is such a ripe book for analyzing his character so I tend to overlook the others). But that whole book for him is a prime example of that classic six anxiety that I wondered if he maybe didn’t have enough of to be a six just based on books 1 and 2. He can’t go a second in HoF without worrying about Adarlan and Dorian and the future he thought he had with Celaena and what ~Aelin Galathynius~ means to all of that.

Also also, while considering whether Chaol might be a one, I was reading about how ones are much more restrained and less prone to outbursts and have more control and how sixes are super reactive. And I was wondering about the scene where Celaena mauls his face and tries to kill him, and thinking hmmm, why doesn’t he freak out and have the guards take her away immediately instead of waiting a few seconds and trying to deal with her on his own? Isn’t that more controlled? And it made me realize an important thing to think about when considering all of this which is that, while he’s dating her, Celaena (and the future he has with her) is one of the “things” Chaol is loyal to. He has an allegiance to her, or at least the version of her he loves/perceives/accepts. Which explains a lot about how differently he treats her before, during, and after he’s involved with her.

Also pt 3, all of this was written using quotes just from the enneagram institute website, which isn’t even that in-depth of a source. If I’d been less lazy I could have whipped out a bible-length book and found passages from there, but that wouldn’t have let me copy and paste, so lol. All I’m saying is don’t assume this website is the entirety of the enneagram, or even like the Official Website for it (it’s not, it’s just a good one). We’re not even getting into subtypes here (maybe I’ll make a follow up post, lol).

So anyway that’s what I think about Chaol! And if you’re curious, this is Aelin.

#funnily enough i think Rowan is actually a type one #i wrote this in an absolute feverish haze at like 1 am so if it's completely incoherent im so sorry #chaol westfall critical #idk how else to phrase it lol

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Small Fic

For @the-winter-dork-rp , @kitameguire , @frosthawkfantasy and @kudocookie with special mention to @verratenduo

A small fic split into two, the focus being on codewords. Part 1: Marvel Cinematic Universe, set during Civil War when Bucky’s codewords are activated by Zemo, an insight into Bucky’s thoughts and what it’s like for the Winter Soldier when the coding is active and Bucky’s desperate struggle to be free from the coding, watching from inside his own head as he hurts those he considers friends. He’s unaware of Zemo’s intent to use him to destroy the Avengers and is terrified that he can be reactivated so easily. Part 2: Yugioh 5Ds, set 20 years post end of series during a second Dark Signer vs Signer War after the seal between our dimension and the underworld is broken by a quantum experiment. Saburo Izayoi duels Chihiro Akagi, Chihiro has been manipulated by the Earthbound God that brought her back to life to hate Saburo, her memories being altered to believe that he killed her parents with his psychic powers. Saburo is unaware that his mentor is the leader of a dangerous cult and has installed programming into his head to make him a mindless killing machine with one sentence. The fic represents how both of them have been abused by a dangerous organization and turned into a living weapon. The 5Ds one is longer but that’s due to me knowing more about the series and needing to explain a lot more. Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe. Subject: James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes. Alias: The Winter Soldier. Location: [Classified], 2016. Codewords: Longing – Rusted – Furnace – Daybreak – Seventeen – Benign – Nine - Homecoming – One - Freight Car “You feel that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop…” Zemo offered, wanting to manipulate the position to his advantage. He just needed them to open the box and soon he could have the revenge he sought. His wife was gone, his son too… They had to be destroyed from the inside, all of them. The so-called enhanced, the Avengers lacked any compassion for the lives they destroyed. The tablet nearby beeped, the delivery was successful and now it could begin. “Don’t worry… We only have to talk about one.” The man stated, giving Bucky the impression he wasn’t really a psychologist, there was an ulterior motive here. Would the others watching this be able to notice it like he did or were they too busy looking for a way to punish him to see the truth… Leaving would be nice but it would make life harder for Steve, who was important to him or at least from what he could remember. His memories were a scattered mess, incomplete fragments like puzzle pieces without a guide to show you how it all was supposed to fit together, it made the supersoldier so angry deep down. The lights were down, the show was about to begin. “Why don’t we discuss your home? Not Romania, and certainly not Brooklyn…” Zemo continued, going into the messenger bag and retrieving a red book with a black star on it. He’d obtained the code words to transform the man from the Brooklynite Farm Boy into Hydra’s fist, their homegrown killing machine.“Желание.” Zemo started reading the words to Bucky’s horror. “Stop…” He snapped, trying to break the restraints he was put into. “Семнадцать. Ржавый. Рассвет. Печь. Девять. Добросердечный. Возвращение на Родину. Один. Товарный вагон.” Zemo continued, his Russian was rusty to say the least and the threat of this man ripping his head off was a real possibility. Struggling hard to punch the door down and rip his vocal chords out before he could say the last words, the door flew from it’s hinges a few seconds too late as the logic programming in his head activated, his blue eyes going cold and dark like the cryogenics chamber he’d been locked in before to freeze him for further use. “Cолда́т?” Zemo asked, wondering if it had worked. He’d broken free of the mental conditioning before, was it taking a while to activate? “Я готов отвечать.” Came the reply, it had worked. “Mission Report, December 16th 1991.” The man asked. The rampage soon began as the coding worked, his memories flashing back as it continued operations, he knew what he had to do as he fought without emotion, taking down all resistance that would stop him reaching the helicopter as his thoughts became single-file, pure logic overriding all. Love, pride, hate, fear, anger. All emotions were suppressed along with all memories not relating to his orders, the Winter Soldier was laser-focused on his task at hand, unaware his activation had a more malevolent purpose than just to cause havoc as his metal fist slammed into Sam’s stomach without any remorse, concrete shattering from his punches. The sonic weapon fired at him caused the man brief pain but pain was ignored, adrenaline rising to 50% and increasing. His gun was disabled but a punch to the gut took Tony down, not that the Winter Soldier cared who he fought, all those who opposed him were to be destroyed. Sharon was soon put through a table and Natasha felt the cold metal grip around her throat, T’Challa was enhanced and had to be destroyed too. Perhaps he also had access to the serum, they could find out when autopsy came in. Not even Steve caused a disruption to the purity of his logic programming, it wasn’t breaking down yet due to being recently activated. The other personality, Bucky hadn’t struggled enough to cause errors in the coding just yet. Maybe one day, he’d be free. But for now, once again he was the songbird trapped in a lernaean cage. Universe: Yugioh 5D’s, set 20 years after the end of the series. Subject: Saburo Izayoi (十六夜三朗). Alias: Black Rose Witch. Location: Satellite, Neo Domino City, Japan. Year Unknown. Codewords: “The entrance to the underworld is on the witch’s island.” He hadn’t asked for this, to become a pawn of destiny. Servant to the Crimson Dragon, a god that didn’t seem to give much of a shit about what happened so long as it’s chosen people, the Signers fought for it. Their allegiance to the deity marked by the birthmarks on their arms, he’d gained the claw on his right forearm like his mother before him, having inherited her psychic powers and aptitude for medicine. His powers to make the cards he used inflict real damage upon their world made him a social pariah, feared and hated by the rest of society. They wanted him to be a monster, so he became one. A violent, destructive youth who was frequently abused by the people who feared him. Death threats in the mail, stalkers, he once had a bucket of pig’s blood dumped over him in reference to Carrie. All that fame and money did nothing to stop the cyberbullying and the letters saying that he deserved to be locked away. His parents were never home, they were too busy with their nice paying jobs to notice how hard life was beating him down. His mother Aki was a doctor, too busy treating other children to notice that her own was suffering mentally. His father was a particle physicist, he provided power to a city but not the power to his only son to rise up against the systemic oppression. His parents saved the city and anything he did was just attributed to them, his individuality was irrelevant to these people. He was an extension, an accessory like the cars they drove or the house they lived in. Something to look pretty. So when the man who used to run the Arcadia Movement, he called himself Divine since his real name has no meaning to him anymore soon found the son of his first figurehead of the movement, Saburo Izayoi. He hadn’t inherited his mother’s pretty red hair but his powers were just as strong as hers, he would do nicely… The Arcadia Movement is a cult for psychic duelists like himself who had been ostracized from society turned to him and gave him the affection and love he craved, Saburo became so easy to manipulate, to bend to his will. Aki had escaped him but since Yusei had taken her from him, he would take their only child. He had gained her immensely strong powers and was going to make a fine soldier for the new movement, to turn people like them into soldiers so that they would run this society and those without their gifts would feel what it was like to be hated and harmed. Saburo’s latent powers were far too strong so they had to be controlled, put into a level where he could control them. But, sealing them permanently was never the intention. One sentence whispered in his ear and his true strength would be displayed to everyone, turning the emotionally damaged sixteen year old into a weapon of mass destruction. Unlike what he did with Aki, Divine kept his distance from the boy, only pulling the strings when required. A slave wasn’t a slave if he didn’t know he was enslaved after all. It happened all over again, the war of the gods with their human emissaries. The Earthbound Gods and the Crimson Dragon, their constant war for this planet. He had gotten involved in the last one twenty years ago and it cost him. He had every intention of making that bitch pay for what she did to him, her stupid deity had resulted in massive scarring on his face and being sent to the tyrannical prison system once he was caught but considering his young protégé had been drafted in he intended to make use of that, to once again show the power of psychic duelling against the emissaries of the underworld. The Dark Signers were dead people resurrected through the dark powers of the Earthbound Gods, brought back to fight against the chosen warriors of the dragon with fabricated grudges although this girl’s one seemed quite real. The loser of these Duels involving dark magic lost their soul, a high-stakes game indeed. “You’re a murderer, Izayoi Saburo… You took my parents from me during your rampage in the Daimon area!” Chihiro screeched, the sclera of her eyes were black and she had red markings on her face, the purple outline of Nazca lines of the lizard on her left forearm, the lines being bindings upon the gods. The lines disappeared once the Earthbound Gods had chosen the person to represent them in this fight. “You’re lying!” He shook his head, her dark magic forcing those memories into him was painful. “The Arcadia Movement covers up all sorts of inconvenient truths. Neo Domino’s Police won’t even touch your organization due to the blackmail you have. They had powers like yours, your rampages got them evicted so they went to your organization. Your desire for destruction killed them. So, I’m going to kill you, the Servant of the Crimson Dragon!” The dead woman snapped coldly. “Your parents might have encountered me, but I didn’t know who they were! I didn’t know that they were involved in that incident!” He pleaded, his memories unsure. He changed his last name to his mother’s maiden name to avoid being hounded constantly. “You involved them unwittingly, don’t you dare think that excuses you!” The girl shouted, tears falling down her face. “I can’t…” The boy mumbled, his glasses misty with his own tears. “After my parents died, I… couldn’t take it. The world without them was so wretched. So I jumped from Daedalus Bridge into the water. You killed me as well!” Chihiro shouted, shaking with anger as she made him relive it. “NO! STOP IT!” Saburo screamed in pain as she forced him to watch, stumbling back. “I can’t fight… She has good reason to hate me… It’s my fault that she and her parents…” He thought to himself, stumbling back and tumbling towards a large shard of metal that threatened to cut into his spine and paralyze him when he was suddenly caught. “Pull yourself together, Izayoi!” A voice cut through his thoughts like a hot knife through butter, a man in a police uniform, the hat covering his face. “Who are you…?” Saburo asked, trying to wipe his glasses. “I’m on your side.” The man explained. “My side?” He replied, confused and in pain “It’s me, Saburo.” Taking off his hat, the man revealed his identity as Divine, the cult leader who had bewitched him unknowingly. “Divine, you’re alive?” Saburo asked, happy that his “mentor” was still okay after the man faked his own death to get the police to back off. “Now Saburo, fight.” He stated, still holding him as he kicked the metal away. “I can’t…” The boy pleaded. “Yes, you can. Your original latent abilities was far too strong, so I sealed those powers without your knowledge. Now is the time to unseal them and release your true powers.” The redheaded cult leader explained, bending down to whisper in Saburo’s ear. “And the words to awaken them are…” He stated, his breath hot against the boy’s ear. “The entrance to the underworld is on the witch’s island.” He whispered with a smirk as Saburo stood obediently, a tornado of wind forming around him and whipping the shards of metal and glass from the abandoned funfair into the air like a rain of destruction. “Yes, that’s good! Now defeat her! Your true powers are far superior to that of the Dark Signers!” The man laughed as the tornado intensified around the boy whose glasses were torn off by the shockwave and landed in the dirt several feet away, after several seconds the storm emanating from him died down. “Have you finally revealed your true identity?” Chihiro asked, a cold look on her face. “I am the Black Rose Witch. The only one disappearing from this world… will be you.” Saburo stated, his voice cold and robotic as he stared at her, his eyes a mixture of insanity and cold rage, his black irises boring into her like twin singularities, bringing destruction to whatever they gazed upon. “Battle. Sunvine Dragon attacks Bad End Queen Dragon! Poison Inferno!” He ordered, snapping his fingers as the huge tree-like dragon snarled and hissed, opening it’s mouth and blasting a gigantic stream of red-hot fire at the other dragon which burnt instantly, the flames blowing massive chunks of earth into the air and burning Chihiro’s clothing which she put out through dark magic, her arms and face showed third-degree burns, she screamed as she still felt pain due to the power of the Earthbound Gods although it was highly reduced. (Chihiro 3400 – 1800 LP) Chihiro’s scream of pain just made Saburo laugh, whatever the unsealing had done to him it had clearly given him a taste for sadism. “Let me hear more of it, your agony as I consign you back to the depths of hell.” Saburo mocked cruelly, the birthmark on his arm shone with a red light as his breathing became heavy. “That’s it Saburo, eliminate all in our way. You and I are going to resurrect the Arcadia Movement.” The man laughed coldly, having complete control over the boy at this point.

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J.B.B. (13)

Bucky x Reader

Content: Who am I kidding. It’s all hurt, pain and the worst here.

Warnings: Please do not read it if you have a weak heart as I am sensitive bitch who cries and wants to watch others cry in the name of a good story.

Word Count: I’m sorry.

A/N: @lokis-lady-death as you can see this was inspired by the theme you followed. I cried so you have to cry. Those are the rules.

MASTERLIST

^J.B.B., ^Part 2, ^Part 3, ^Part 4, ^Part 5, ^Part 6, *Part 7, !Part 8, ^Part 9, ^Part 10, !Part 11, ^Part 12, Part 13

"How you been Buck?" "Not bad for the end of the world." Steve took him for his word. Clearly seeing the light in his eyes brighter than the day they'd first arrived in Wakanda; clearer than the daze he'd seen in his best friend's being when he had met him for the first and the last time here. Steve could see that something had changed about Bucky. There was his old friend from Brooklyn with a hint of something new. Steve couldn't really place a finger on it till he saw a familiar face walk towards him from behind Bucky. "Hey there, Captain." You greeted the man who had gone full nomad with his beard and suit.

"Y/N," Steve smiled up to his eyes as he hugged you tight, "So good to see you." "You too, Steve," you responded, your screaming nerves already feeling a little better, engulfed in his towering stature. Steve's here. Almost everyone's here. We should be good. "Come on, now you two. We're standing here too." Natasha appeared from behind him. "My favourite assassin," you gushed as you hugged her firmly. "My biggest fangirl." "Hey," Bucky quipped beside you, "I thought I was your favourite," his features clearly hurt at your declaration but you knew him too well by now to know what lied behind that humour. "Get over it, old man," Natasha teased him. "I'm surprised you're still here," Sam hugged you back, making you chuckle. "This country has good health insurance and pay benefits for teachers and science students. I'm surprised no one's moved here by now." "Who is she?" you heard a deep voice filled with unsurity whisper from behind the Falcon. "Right," Sam brought his face closer to yours to whisper, "don't be surprised," before turning aside and allowing your eyes to go wide at the figure of Bruce Banner and James Rupert Rhodes. __________ "I. Am. The. Worst," you grumbled. "Take it easy, tiger," Sam chuckled, "Banner has seen worse today. I bet you nearly squealing was actually a welcoming site for him." You scrunched up your nose at Sam while placing your comms in position, standing between him and Bucky, discussing the new threat that was out to get the earth. "How's Wanda doing?" Sam looked at you and you knew within a second it was the worst for her and Vision at the moment. "I wish I could help them up there in some way." You were clearly feeling useless right now. Shuri had taken the reigns and you knew for a fact she could help vision all on her own. "So," Sam raised his voice a bit, breaking your worrying thoughts as his eyes continued scanning the perimeter, "what's up with you two?" "Sup?" you asked Sam, not clear what exactly he was looking for. "You guys having something serious now or are you still trying to work stuff out." You inhaled the question and turned to Bucky, whose eyes mimicked your movements. The heat in your cheeks was rising by the second. "We..." you trailed off trying to calm the tremble in your voice before continuing, "have been living together for some time now." You eyed Bucky for some sort of visual confirmation and he nodded at Sam, who was elated at the news. "Nice. Cool." "Hey, Y/N," Rhodey called for you as he came back outside in his war machine battle armour, "the General says to remind you of something about the berries?" You groaned, your hand reflexively going towards your stomach as the mind revisited distressing nausea from this morning. "Berries? Is he talking about those berries?" Of course, Bucky was quick to catch on to it. We are at the verge of an alien invasion. How are we still discussing the berries? You took in one lungful of air. "I got sick this morning because of those berries." Bucky's entire body turned towards you to comprehend the words he'd just heard. "Again." You added, making his face feel a tiny jolt. "I'm fine now, really," you added before Bucky could say anything, "I wouldn't be geared up for battle if Okoye hadn't given me an all clear." Bucky shifted his weight to give you a sarcastic stare with his brows. "You are not going anywhere near the battlefield, doll. Not today," he announced. "I can only manage one crazy with no sense of self-preservation at a time," he grumbled not taking his eyes off you. "Wow. You two are cute." Rhodey stood beside you, making you squirm with his presence. The War Machine was friends with your friends who themselves were a bunch of superheros. What lifetime am I living? Is this real? Of course it's real. You've been living in a utopia for more than a year now...doll. Your boyfriend- who just asked you to marry him- is the softest supersoldier you've ever met. This is as real as it gets. Your lips involuntarily stretched into a smile. It is real. The breathing eased as you looked up, thanking the forces for this; all of this. All the pain you'd suffered were now bumps on the road that had always led to this. The clear blue sky sparkled. A tiny ray reflecting the golden you thought was from the sun. It was the smile on your face that disappeared first. "Guys," your voice bearly even a whisper, trying to bring the soldiers' attention-who were still bickering about the berries- towards the sky. "Guys!" You voice grew louder with urgency, bringing their focus to the direction you were looking in. "Cap, we got a situation here." Sam announced into the comms right the second his eyes caught anomaly. A dark solid structure burning up in the earth's atmosphere was headed straight for the capital. Right before its impact with the buildings, it blew up in the sky by the highly reactive forcefield that engulfed the city, sending the destroyed spaceship fracturing into every direction after the explosion. "God, I love this place," Bucky breathed. "Yeah, don't start celebrating yet guys," Rhodey voiced, "We got more incoming outside the dome," he declared for everyone to hear as a shower of similar golden specks went by towards the grasslands. The ominous alien pyramids landed with considerable impact outside the forcefield's perimeter one after another, destroying all the flora and fauna within the radius of their brunt, sending their vicinity in flames and dust that stopped at the edges of the protected borders. You activated your comms and adjusted the frequency to know what was going on inside the lab. "-need to destroy the stone now," Vision's voice crackled in your ear, making your nerves light up in the worst ways. Natasha was having none of it while T'Challa confirmed they will hold them off. "Wanda, as soon as that stone's out of his head, you blow it to hell." Steve's voice echoed through your ears, making you turn towards Sam and Bucky. Wanda was supposed to destroy the stone? "Steve," you whispered with the weight of the one question building up like an anthill creeping with the worst scenario inside your head. "I will," Wanda's voice showed no sign of hesitation. __________ "What do you mean I can't go?" "You are going to stay here with Shuri and protect her." It was getting really hard keeping pace with Okoye, especially after her unforseen decision of keeping you off the battlefield. "Does Bucky have something to do with this? Okoye!" She hit her staff on the ground, making you stand still opposite her. "Oh, he most definitely has something to do with this but right now we have enough mettle on the battlefield. I need someone to stay by Shuri's side who isn't present there just for exploiting my princess's knowledge. She could really use a friend right now." You felt like a moron for her having to explain the situation to you. "Have I made myself clear?" "Yes, general." "Good." Following her, you met Bucky outside where everyone was boarding the carriers. "Hey," Bucky stepped away from Sam, coming towards your direction. "I'm staying with Shuri." "Good." You hated it but the ease dripping in Bucky's poise made the sparks of rage bury themselves back in the core behind your eyes. You took his face in your tiny hands, making his pupils dilate at the gesture. "James Buchanan Barnes," you announced as you kissed him before the hidden ambers inside you ignited the sparks in his, "Give them hell." A smirk washed over his heated lips. "I'll tell them you send your regards." __________ The glass walls showed the carriers sending away platoons of warriors to the plane grasslands, near the edge of the border where the enemy waited. Dr Banner was suited up in the hulk buster because his green friend did not feel like it today and it was evident, from where you stood, that the scientist was having a hard time adjusting to it. The Jabari had already arrived on the plains, their cries being heard twice- through the comms as well as the tensed air surrounding you- while the rest of the forces filed themselves up. "Tell me if you need any help, okay?" you uttered to Shuri, who was gearing up the controls, calibrating them to function carefully and precisely around Vision's neuron threads. Shuri simply nodded, all her focus on the task at hand. "Can I get you two anything before she starts?" You asked, turning towards Wanda and Vision. "No, we're good. Thanks." Wanda didn't even make eye contact, which you probably thought was the best thing right now. But just as you walked away from the window, passing her, you heard her whisper, "And congratulations," into your ear, smiling through her bloodshot eyes. It took you a moment before you remembered what her powers were. She already knew about the proposal? Of course she did! She can read freaking minds when she's not controlling them, remember? "Oh! Thanks. We haven't told anyone yet," you kept your voice as low as possible, out of earshot from Shuri. Wanda's brows contricted a bit. "But wouldn't they already know, considering the reason that you're here ri-" War cries resonated through your earpiece, making you turn back towards the scene unfolding outside. "It's beginning." Bucky's voice cursed at the army unleashed outside the perimeter. They were all muddy dots from where you stood but their numbers were incredible. The perimeter lit up right where those dots tried to infilrate through but were evidently having a hard time. Shots were being fired at the ones who somehow made it inside from both the ground as well as air. A few from the cluster of muddy dots were moving right at edge of the perimeter but instead of breaching it they were running around it. "Cap, if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us, there is nothing between them and vision." Apparently the world renowned scientist was smart when it came to a battlefield as well. His words made your grip harden on your staff as you did not take your eyes off the dots getting bigger and closer to you. "On my signal," T'Challa's voice came, "open North-Weat Section seventeen." Containment. WIth the final warcry in the name of Wakanda, the battalions charged forward towards the masses of aliens running haywire over the land before the barrier was opened on the king's word. You could see two dark figures from the Wakandan battalions running past the army, charging right into the wild aliens without hesitation. "Oh, heavens," you muttered. It was one thing to hear about Steve and T'Challa's incredibly thoughtless methods of charging into a fight but it was a whole different experience to watch them do it from your own eyes. So, that's what you go through, Okoye, Bucky. "How much longer, Shuri?" T'Challa's voice called out through the comms. "I've barely begun brother," Shuri stated, her hands and eyes steady on the structural neurons hologram she was recircuiting as the precision lasers did the physical work for her. "You might want to pick up the pace." And there it was again. The unsettling slither raising the hairs on your skin. You picked up a pair of binoculars and moved closer to the glass. Dr Banner was doing a decent job of taking out the mindless aliens hungry for death and destruction. Rhodey was manning the entrance, thinning out the numbers where they were clustered the most. Steve and T'Challa were beating the hell out of any beast that approached them. Bucky was not missing any shot until an alien punched him, forcing him to lose his handle on the gun. You cursed as you watched the ugly thing tower over him as Bucky's knife went through the alien's skin. But that was not the only site that froze your fast pacing heart. Rhodey was shot out of the air, Steve and T'challa were overpowered by the growing number attacking them while the hulk buster was thrown into the sand as the alien claws tried to scratch their way through the metal. Your insides screamed at the sight of your friends being dragged through the dust one by one. Stop this madness, your inner voice tried to scream. If you're listening right now, please, do something. For a second it felt like a dream, the burst of light that came down right in the middle of the battle field. Was it another enemy attack? You zoomed in to ground zero to confirm the suspicions eating you right now. But what raised your confusion was the unidentified object that came out of the blinding streak of light, sparkling with electricity as it zoomed about, taking down all the aliens in its way. "Oh, God." you didn't realise you were blurting out loud right now. "What is it? Did something happen?" voices called from behind you. It was either Wanda or Shuri but you were too dazed to even notice the difference. "No," your senses tried to find balance, "no. I meant...there is an actual God on the battlefield. It's Thor. And..." you felt the daze coming back at the sight of his companions, "a...uhh...tree and a raccon." You moved the binoculars away from your eyes for a moment. "I swear I'm not high. That's just what they are." "Bucky, the raccoon! On your six!" You announced as you saw the little animal throw curses like greetings at the hoard of aliens approaching him. Bucky turned in time to pick the talking animal and out of their while aiming for their heads. You would be lying if said you weren't internally smiling at the scene unfolding you. "Careful babe, there are laws here against animal cruelty," you smirked. "That thing just asked me the price of my arm. And I don't think the raccoon will be the one pressing charges," he grunted. "By the way, I think the tree just made a new friend." "Let me guess," Bucky responded, clearly hearing your controlled but lightly elated whisper, "Steve Rogers." Before you could say more, a heavy rumble vibrated through the lab, making Shuri stop for a moment as Wanda moved towards the glass walls beside you. A line of greenery toppled down in a clean row till the perimeter where the ground swell up and gave way to connected weaponised wheels ten times the size of a human. And there wasn't just one of them. You turned towards Wanda, whose eyes faced away from the chaos unfolding in front of you. "Wanda," you whispered, placing your hand on her arm. Her eyes locked on to yours and you had no idea how you could see the volume of her pain through them. "Take care of him till I come back." It was more of a request. You tried your best to fight back the urge to accompany her. "I will." The next thing you knew, this woman was taking down the wheels and the alien hounds over the battlefield in numbers unmatched. The sounds of crunching bones and shrieks brought you back inside the lab. "Shuri!" You heard your voice call out for your friend, whose body flew down the platform as the figure of the assaulter came into display. The pale skin of the alien emanating malice shrouded in black was ready to jump down the platform. Before you could get yourself in position a force sent you off into the wall. "I'm sorry Y/N," you heard Vision's breathless voice whisper close to you as everything around you started going blurry, "but you are in no position to be fighting right now." Niether are you, you moron, you wanted to say, but the words never came. You could see outlines of Vision moving towards the enemy finding the table empty, grabbing him and taking him out and down through the glass. You wanted to get up but your head pounded with immense pain. It had been the one to take all the impact after vision had so treacherously moved you out of harms way. Your mind wanted to check on Shuri and call out for Bucky but nothing was moving and everything was turning into a colourful mess before lights went out. __________ The sharp ringing inside your ear didn't stop till you opened your eyes. Your mind took in the familiar surroundings of the lab, the table, the chandelier, the equipment, Shuri. "Shuri," your weak voice called out for her as your throbbing limbs tried their best to get up. The caught up breath in your lungs was released once you were sure she was breathing. You picked her up and laid her in the section hidden away from the rest of the lab, covering her with a blanket. "I'll be back," you assured the princess as your disoriented self walked out of there. "Vision? Does anyone have eyes on Vision?" Static. "Steve? Do you have eyes on Vision?" Silence. Your heart picked up the speed what your steps weren't able to do yet. Picking up a staff lying closest to you you made your way to the elevator. "Nat? Sam? Can anyone hear me?" The silence brought in a tide of fear. Your back felt the cold sweat run down your spine, not wanting your worst thoughts to come true. "Bucky?" your voice gave away. Silence. The cold sweats grew as the nausea came back. Tears ran down your cheeks, nothing stopping the shaking of every cell in your body. "Y/N?" Bucky's voice made a light scream escape your throat. You were already running out of the elevator and through the doors down towards the ground. "Bucky! Are you-" "My lady," a wakandan soldier approached you from the open, "you should stay inside. General's ord-" He stopped speaking and turned to look at his hand holding the staff whither away slowly into ashes, taking the rest of him with it, making the staff land with a loud clunk reverberating through your brain. "Steve?" Bucky's voice came again with a hint of unsurity hanging in his tone. You dashed towards the treeline where you had seen Vision fall in, trying to press away the nausea and pain building up in your stomach all the while pressing away the dark thoughts. "Bucky?" Silence. Your pace accelarated but dropped as the raccoon and the tree coming into view, the latter disintegrating right in front of your eyes. Your eyes wildly went around the forest, catching Steve leaning down into someone's ashes. "Bucky?" a crack called out in your throat as Steve looked up in your direction, not able to gather what just happened. "Bucky," you whispered, making him get up and move away from the spot. You shook your head as your body moved towards the remains. "Buck." Your limbs gave way under you, bringing you down to your knees. Hey, come on, now. Wake up. Bucky's first words of this morning echoed through you in his soothing voice. Okoye's cries for her king and Rhodey's call for Sam dropped in the background. Don't you have work to do today? Natasha came running towards the now lifeless body of Vision being turned by Steve while Bruce, Thor and Rhodey watched from afar. Goodmorning, sleepyhead. Rocket sat defeated near Groot's ashes. So did you, near Bucky's. As much as I’d love to, doll, I would not last a minute under Okoye’s stare of death. Your fingers traced the fragile remains under their skin. "What is this? What the hell is happening?" Rhodey called out. It's never going to be over. The place in your chest where you heart supposedly was splintered into a thousand peices, the force driving the wind out of your lungs. They need me. Steve needs me. It's the end of the world for all we know. Steve finally sat down, dejected. "Oh, God." How are you so calm right now? Your aching body no longer registered the changes occuring inside you into your head. I’m so glad I ran into you when I did. Parts inside you were falling to pieces. I love you, Y/N. Soft thump of the hulk buster's feet coming closer behind you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. "Jesus christ," Bruce's voice marveled. No, silly. I mean I want to marry you. Your breathing slowed down, the ache in your limbs increasing with every passing second, telling your numb mind to stop it. "Nat," Bruce softly called out for her, his eyes never leaving you. "Nat." I have you. The cold sweats made you shiver, the words adding to the lack of warmth inside you. Nat came in your direction, not yet over the shock of vision's lifeless body, looking at Bruce with half the interest. "Nat," Bruce's voice broke, his breathing growing heavy, "I think she's bleeding." Jesus, you’ve gained weight. Your hands rested on your thighs, half open towards the sky, purposeless. Nat looked at your armour, confused at the sight of no open wounds until her eyes went down. "No," she came by your side within seconds, her breathing fast, her heartbeat faster. You are here. "I'm here," your voice barely a whisper. Nat picked up your unresponsive limbs, Steve coming behind her to help. "She's in shock." Nat shook her head at Steve's words. "Steve, this is worse." "I'm here," the inaudible whisper escaped again. It didn't take long for it to dawn on him, all the last breaths leaving his tired lungs. "No." He looked at your lackluster eyes still stuck on the sight of the ashes. "No, God, no." His arms wrapped your shivering body into themselves, his hands stroking your hair. "Captain," Okoye’s trembling voice called from behind him, her tears from losing her king and friend still not dry, "we have to take her inside. Now." "I'm here," the words mechanically escaping one last time before Steve's arms carried you away, from where Bucky's remains rested, all the colours around you mixing into complete darkness. I'm here. Where are you?

^J.B.B., ^Part 2, ^Part 3, ^Part 4, ^Part 5, ^Part 6, *Part 7, !Part 8, ^Part 9, ^Part 10, !Part 11, ^Part 12, Part 13 ...

(Yes, I am the worst person right now, probably. But it isn’t over yet. This is definitely going to get a happy ending but for that we will have to wait for Avengers 4. So...I suggest you enjoy some of my fics which are far less torture and more fluff. Or not. PS- J.B.B. readers, I am going to start Steve Rogers fic soon so if you’d like to be tagged do let me know. No, we wouldn’t have to wait for a happy ending in that one so you can enjoy that one. I can only write heartbreak when it is served to me on a platter.)

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makeste · 5 years

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BnHA Chapter 154: The Inevitable

Previously on BnHA: Even though the previous chapter ended with Deku arriving to punch Overhaul in the face, the majority of the chapter somehow was spent getting up to that moment which we’d already gotten up to! But finally it happened, and Aizawa, Nighteye, and Deku burst onto the scene. Nighteye gave Mirio a big ol’ hug and told him he did so good, and it was one of the few highlights of this arc, and so deserved. Deku and Aizawa went to apprehend Overhaul, but one of Overhaul’s Endless Minions woke up and used his quirk to basically paralyze Aizawa, so that Aizawa in turn was forced to blink and Overhaul was able to reactivate his own quirk. He proceeded to straight up murder his loyal right hand man and fuse their bodies together to form some kind of grotesque monstrosity, but like, it’s not even the good, interesting kind of grotesque. It’s just the same old Overhaul with some extra demon arms that’ve got big claws on ‘em, and now his mask is fused to his face like a demon bird beak as a bonus. Whatever. Nine seven chapters to go.

Today on BnHA: Overhaul revels in his new power-up and taunts Mirio a bit, mostly just to make sure everyone knows that his quirk is gone for good. Nighteye tells Deku to take Mirio and Eri and get them to safety while he holds Overhaul off. He thinks about everything he taught Mirio and how strong he became and how proud he is of him, and that all he wants to do right now is protect him and Eri. As Deku hauls Mirio and Eri away from the carnage, the narration starts talking about how Nighteye spent so much time desperately trying to change the futures he saw, but that it never worked no matter what he did. In spite of this, and in spite of knowing that his actions are merely “drawing out the inevitable”, he continues to fight Overhaul until he is brutally impaled on some more spikes. Enraged, Deku turns back, leaving Eri with Mirio, and activates One for All at 20%.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 185 now, so any ETAs will reflect that. Posting this a few hours early since I won’t be able to later this evening.)

fun fact, Fallen Angels/Jaimini’s Box doesn’t have this chapter translated on their site. in fact they don’t have any chapters translated from 154 all the way until 167. I can only assume they were getting as sick of this shit as I am. can’t even blame them for bailing

so Mangastream, that leaves just you. the brave souls who stuck it out till the bitter end. you guys are the real heroes academia

unfortunately the FA scans were also the cleaner scans, so now we’ll have to deal with these kind of dark, smudgy-looking pages. on the bright side, if you squint you can almost pretend like what’s happening on the page is actually interesting

sorry to rag on you before you even get started, chapter. but let’s not kid ourselves here

so Overhaul says he’s in a bad mood but “this is a little better”

and the text is all “that form... grotesque!” but again, it’s just his normal form with a couple extra demon arms. nothing we haven’t seen from Shouji or Tokoyami. do you guys remember Shouji and Tokoyami. good kids. wonder whatever happened to ‘em

Deku is like clinging to one of the floor spikes and trying to assess the situation

oh?

if Aizawa gets a one-on-one fight with that guy it had better be sick as hell. do NOT fuck around with my Aizawa fight. I will not forgive you

(ETA: does it count as fucking around with my Aizawa fight if we don’t even get an Aizawa fight. given how they probably would have managed to make even that inexplicably bad, it’s probably for the best that we didn’t get this in the end.)

Overhaul is monologuing about how germophobic he is and how this is the first time he’s been pushed to this point

oh shit he’s bringing out the big guns

did Mirio even know that his quirk was gone forever? up until this point he had no reason to assume the effect wouldn’t just be the same as with Tamaki. he really drew the short end of the stick. poor baby

oh here’re the rest of the bullets

-- excuse me, they’re the ones dragging this out?? WHO WAS IT THAT ORDERED HIS SUBORDINATES TO CREATE A NEVERENDING MAZE OF MEDIOCRE SECOND TIER VILLAINS

now he says Mirio has gotten all his friends mixed up in this and that they’re all gonna die

why does he keep taunting Mirio even though he’s already basically out for the count. still sore about how badly he fucked you up huh buddy. you prick

Mirio is all

um, yes way. he was torturing a six-year-old on a regular basis just to make no-quirk juice. he doesn’t even have a deep-seeded reason for it as far as I can see. he’s just in the mob and wants to make money. and even his boss was all “dude I get that you wanna make bank, but that plan is too fucked up even for us.” but he went and did it anyway

so yeah, I don’t know why anyone’s surprised that he’s cool with callously murdering his own subordinates, or why that of all things would somehow be the straw that broke the camel’s back

here comes Deku again!

did he throw that spike at him? nice

he caught it, and it did nothing, but still. nice

he’s grabbing another one! and thinking of Mirio!

stab him in the face Deku. do it for senpai

you know who I miss? fucking Stain. I miss him so much. I’ll never say a word against him again. that’s a lie but my god it’s like how you weirdly appreciate George W. just a little more after dealing with Trump. even though W. was just the worst. still so bad. but like, it gives you a new sense of scale and an understanding that no matter how bad things are, they can always get just a little bit worse

anyway, Deku’s diving in still but Overhaul is creating more spikes, this time from his hands

they’re crumbling upon impact with Deku’s kicks, but he’s thinking that if it weren’t for his iron soles he’d have been done in just now

I’m sorry are those things not impressive? what else do you need? he’s got smarts too, for what it’s worth

what in the

was that another one of his stamps?? Nighteye is such a freak

yep. look at this

take that bitch. I’m gonna sign for you like a package from Fedex

we’re now flashing back to a conversation they had while running in the hallway for those five long hours

“don’t you DARE fucking break your bones again you little punk”

Nighteye’s asking what Overhaul did with Aizawa

oh shit this is the first interesting thing Overhaul has said in ages

(ETA: so what a surprise that absolutely nothing came of it)

yeah, I bet he’s interested. oh shit. so now he’s whisked him off to the “VIP room.” what’s in there, caviar and high-stakes poker tables?

you guys. Nighteye is piiiiiiiiiiiissed

yeah for real. because he used the permabullets even though he only had five of them. I was wondering about that too

now Overhaul is disintegrating his two right arms. what are you playing at now

look how fucking weirdly Nighteye dodges

the hell kind of dodge is this

Overhaul is thinking he’s not particularly fast, but that his movements are similar to Lemillion’s. “so this guy’s the teacher...”

Nighteye’s flashing back to Mirio’s internship when he explained to him that by accumulating experience he would learn how to predict people’s actions and move accordingly

I’m so sorry this asshole took your son’s quirk Nighteye

all right so now Deku’s reached Mirio and Eri and he’s asking if they can move

Mirio’s all “no sweat” ffff

ffffffffffffffffff

baby sweetie honey nooo shhhh. don’t apologize for being sad that he forcibly destroyed a part of you. something that was unique and that you worked so hard to perfect and that was going to lead you toward your dreams. fuck. you’re allowed to be fucking bummed out kiddo. it’s gonna be okay

so Deku’s grabbing them all and he’s kicking open the path that Overhaul just tried to close up again

and now Eri is clutching at him and crying ffffffffffffff

THIS IS NOT OKAY. HORIKOSHI!!! COME THE FUCK ON. WHAT IS THIS

and Mirio’s looking back over his shoulder as they retreat, and he seems to have seen something troubling oh shit

this is all very interesting, but I thought he could only do one person a day? I still don’t fucking get how his power works in combat

(ETA: as the next page clarifies, I guess he used it on Overhaul and that’s how he saw himself and Deku dying at Overhaul’s hands. and this must mean it’s been more than 24 hours since he used it on the babysitter guy. and this is also why it takes him a full day to die afterwards, so that he can live just long enough to look into Mirio’s future one last time. ...fuck me why am I thinking about that noooo)

OH SHIT!?!?

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. “THE INEVITABLE”!?!?

WHAT THE FUCK

DID THEY JUST FUCKING KILL NIGHTEYE WHAT THE FUCK

AT THE VERY LEAST WE ALL AGREE HIS ARM IS GONE, YES. STRAIGHT UP NO LONGER GOT A LEFT ARM

HOLY FUCK

AHHHHHHH EVERYTHING JUST SUDDENLY WENT BLACK

AND HIS EYES ARE LIKE

I’M FREAKING OUT!!?!?!?!?!

DEKU’S LOOKING BACK TOWARD THE SCENE AND HE’S TOTALLY BUGEYED

OVERHAUL IS SENDING SPIKES THEIR WAY

HOLY SHIT DEKU!?!?

OH SHIT

DEKU BE CAREFUL OF YOUR LIMBS!! ALSO YOU’RE THE BEST, HOLY FUCKING SHIT

even Overhaul has abruptly stopped his endless spike attacks and is now resorting to cautious trash talk

oh shit

CALL BACK TO THE ALL MIGHT PROPHECY OH SNAPPPPPP

DEKU YOU ARE SO COOL JESUS CHRIST THIS WAS SUCH A COOL MOMENT. I FORGOT THE MANGA COULD DO THAT

WAS IT WORTH 900 CHAPTERS OF BULLSHIT? AND MIRIO LOSING HIS QUIRK? AND NIGHTEYE FUCKING DYING FUCKING JESUS CHRIST? NO

BUT GOD IT’S SOMETHING, AND THAT SOMETHING IS ADMITTEDLY PRETTY COOL

I swear to god if he loses even with this. just...

just remember Deku. Nighteye literally died for this shit. probably. oh my godddddd

no bonus. because I’m pretty sure the next omake is supposed to go with tomorrow’s chapter. it’s really hard to figure this out tbh. but I guess I should be grateful that we even still have translated omakes right now, since even that will come to an end once we hit chapter 167. enjoy it while it lasts I guess

#bnha #boku no hero academia #overhaul (bnha)#midoriya izuku #sir nighteye #toogata mirio #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #well at least we're in the home stretch now #just one more week and we can say goodbye to all this misery #remember everyone #before we throw this arc away #we should thank it #this is because the arc taught us that we do not like to read arcs like this

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Fire Meet Gasoline, Ch. 8

Extensive Research

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13461255/chapters/34064117

And I can barely breathe When you’re here loving me Fire meet gasoline Fire meet gasoline Burn with me tonight -Sia

All warfare is based on deception. -Sun Tzu, “The Art of War”

The chamber powered down into silence, but his pulse thrummed restlessly in his ears. He’d pushed well past his usual time and was still brimming with nervous energy.

It had only happened once. Would he resume his old routine as though nothing had changed, or would he go instead and show her what it was to be with him when he wasn’t at half-strength?

He was in the air outside her balcony before he knew it, watching the curtains ripple outward in the night wind.

Still he hesitated, and as usual, she made his mind up for him. She stepped outside, only a silhouette against the warm glow within. Curving shadows and flickering hair, she was the next best thing to naked in a wrap so insubstantial light shone straight through it.

Red.

It drew him like a beacon, a tractor beam with an irresistible pull, until his hands found her waist, his mouth searching for hers.

He came at her like a moth to a flame, but she knew it was her wings getting singed, playing with fire, latching onto a thing that would never wholly be hers.

Tonight. Tonight is enough.

He meant to overwhelm her with his onslaught, and he did. She could barely breathe beneath the assault of his kiss. Payback was a bitch. His iron grip trapped her against him, prisoner to the demand of his erection.

She rolled her hips against the steel of him, stoking her own fire, until he moaned in her mouth. She didn’t know he’d floated them to the bed until she felt the silk at her back.

It was everything he’d wanted, his hands full of her against a field of red. He spread her hair so he could see it, twist his hands in it, pull on it, as he captured her neck. Licking, biting, claiming.

He was no master at this, but she was so reactive to every touch it was easy to learn her, to keep her just on the edge, as long as he wanted. He made her come once, quickly, just so he could have her begging for hours afterward.

It was torture, she knew he was getting off on tormenting her, but she couldn’t say she hadn’t deserved it, and it was such a sweet agony.

“Please, Vegeta,” she gasped, the way she knew he wanted, almost sobbing in need.

“Please what, woman?” he growled, his fingers slipping away from where she needed them, a deliberate tease.

She finally decided that enough was enough. It wasn’t fair that he remain so composed while she was near-hysterical from want. She shoved at the waist of his training shorts until he obliged her, until they were skin to skin together.

She took retribution with her mouth, tasting him, tormenting him, giving no quarter. He dug his heels into the bed, muscles straining, unable to muffle the animal sounds she wrenched from his throat.

He twisted his hands into the sheets, not trusting himself to touch her hair, not right now.

“Fuck,” he rasped, inspiring her to try harder, hollowing her cheeks, pulling him deeper.

“Stop. Stop!” he commanded her, desperate.

Pulling her off of him, he flipped her onto her back, the fire of his gaze so intense it seared the image onto her brain forever. She’d waited her whole life to be wanted like this.

At last he pressed her into the mattress, pinning her with his full weight as he breached her.

“Yes,” she cried, pulling at him, but he would not be moved any faster, keeping his movement torturously slow, deliberate, making her feel every inch.

In his unearthly strength she found the freedom to struggle, to writhe and push back against his invasion, with no effect on his pace but amplifying her own ecstasy. She beat her fist on his shoulder, and he grunted, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

He was losing himself, losing touch with everything that was not the inferno of her eyes or the breath-stealing grasp of her body.

“Do it,” she demanded. Imperial, glorious. “Ignite.” The Saiyan military command to power up.

He pulled her hair sharply, a reprimand, but switched on his aura as she wanted. When the surge hit her, she convulsed, crying out, biting into his shoulder. Brimming with his power, her weak human teeth managed to break skin, marking him, claiming him, and she didn’t even know it. He refused to think about it. It meant nothing.

There was only this fire, this moment. Now.

The electricity licking through his veins heightened everything, sending him over the edge as her muscles locked around him, her screaming sweet in his ears.

And then, there was nothing but the hammering of her weak human heart under his ear, her hands in his hair, the taste of her sweat. The air held the heaviness of ozone and sex, a waning storm, lulling him to sleep on the rolling wave of her breath.

For a while, it was the best existence he’d ever had. He trained as hard as he wanted, he ate his fill, and he spent the rest of his hours learning the contour of her hips in the dark, the strength of her hands around him, the butterfly-wing brush of her lips on his skin.

He slept like he’d never had nightmares. He took rest days without grumbling, watching his power grow. Not enough, not nearly enough, but better progress than before.

He should have been concerned. In any other circumstance he’d have been near-insane with desperation to make it happen faster, somehow, now. But he found himself able to focus, to relax as much as he’d ever been able to, because her confidence in him was absolute. She never doubted he would ascend, never minimized the importance of it, never spoke in terms of “if” -- only “when.” Her belief was contagious, and he let it bolster him.

She convinced him to take her to the ocean, one rest day. The idea held no appeal for him, but he had to admit, once they were there, that the ebb and flow of the surf was soothing, the sun pleasant on his skin.

“Isn’t this nice, Vegeta?” She stretched, pulling her bikini taut against her body almost obscenely, and he knew she knew it.

He grunted in response.

“Have you ever been to the ocean?” she continued. “Just to hang out, I mean, not to kill a planet of fish or something.”

Her ability to joke about genocide surprised him. He supposed it was her attempt to get him to talk about his past without immersing both of them in the morass of uncertain agency and morality. He would not talk about it often, preferably never at all.

He decide to indulge her in this, a relatively safe topic. “Once. We didn’t get much leave. Raditz and Nappa dragged me to some galactic resort to chase tail.” He paused, frowning. “Literally, the locals were supposed to be Saiyan-like, with tails.”

“You don’t sound like you had fun.”

“I was too young to appreciate the appeal.”

“Ah.”

“I killed a lot of fish.”

“I imagine you did.” The image of a small Vegeta and his conquered mountain of fish made her smile, until she realized at that age he’d already amassed a body count beyond her imagination. Not for the first time, she hated Frieza, she hated his father.

“It was all right. Nappa showed me how to cook them. We didn’t get fresh food a lot in space.”

They sat in silence a while, her fingers tracing patterns on his bare arm while he wanted to squirm away.

“You know, if you wanted to--” she searched in vain for a word like apologize in Saiyan and came up wanting. “--make amends, or something, we could wish them back.”

“What?” He was caught completely off-guard.

“It sounds like maybe you feel a tiny bit bad about vaporizing Nappa.”

He didn’t respond. Unwilling to confirm, unable to deny.

Sensing his discomfort with the conversation, she let it drop. “Just think about it.”

He made a noncommittal grunt.

“Maybe one of them’s a better conversationalist,” she muttered darkly, and for that he zapped her.

She smacked him ineffectually, smiling in spite of herself.

When the sun began to set, she sat up and asked, “Hey, do you want to see some of what I’ve recovered lately?”

He honestly didn’t know. “Like what?”

“Art, mostly.” She dug her tablet out of her bag.

The image she showed him was the mural in the Great Hall where his father’s throne sat, the throne that should have been his one day, and it hit him like a direct shot to the chest.

She put it away, quickly. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he said. “I don’t need to see it. But it’s good to know it still exists somewhere.”

She nodded, uncertain of his mood, saying nothing.

He toyed with the condensation on his beverage, with its ridiculous paper umbrella. “He erased us from existence. Purged every record of our history and culture, made it a crime to possess any remnant or reminder of who we were.”

He looked at her, and his fathomless gaze pulled at her soul, pulling her toward him, until her head rested on his shoulder.

He said into her hair, “It may not seem like it, but I do appreciate your work.”

An age of silence passed, while they watched the sun set. The dying light painted everything red, almost reminding him of home.

“Why, Bulma?”

“Why what?” she asked, unnerved and pleased by her name on his lips.

“Why, everything?” The increasing darkness (and probably liquor) loosened his tongue. “Why did you invite me to live with you? Why help me train? Why...this?” The implied subtext was: Why would you give yourself to one like me?

She took a long time answering, considering carefully. “When we wished you back, I felt responsible. You didn’t ask to be trapped on Earth with us. Where else could I have sent you?”

He could hear the smile in her voice. “And you were cute.”

He remembered her saying that. His face was on fire, even now, even after he’d been balls-deep in her, had her legs wrapped around his head as he tasted her heat, had her lips circling his cock.

She went on, oblivious, “I wanted to help you train, because you reminded me of myself. I believe you can surpass Goku. You have the drive, the knowledge, the heritage. It’s already yours.”

His throat tightened at the open regard she expressed for him, even above her precious Goku.

But he didn’t understand. “Why would you want to help me kill Kakarot?”

She smiled at him then, indulgently. “You aren’t going to kill Goku,” she said, amused. “Why would you do that?”

He thought the answer was fairly clear.

She continued, “When you surpass him, who else will rise up and challenge you? Who will nip at your heels, inspiring you to keep training to stay on top?”

Her arms tightened around him, as she shivered a bit in the evening breeze. “Wouldn’t you be bored without him?”

Why was she always right? Of course he’d be bored. Purposeless. Aimless. Adrift.

“As for this,” she paused, almost shy, voice gone soft. “Well, I like you. I really like you, the person you are when you’re allowed to be free.” Her eyes were the boundless freedom of cerulean sky, a limitless emotion he could not name.

He didn’t respond, only easily gathered her up in one arm and their things in the other, and took her home before she got too chilled.

Had anyone ever said such a thing to him before?

The problem with announcing a master scheme of seduction and then executing it with consummate skill is that any unforeseen result will not be accepted as unintentional.

“You’re what?” he screeched.

“You heard me,” she said, eerily calm.

“You don’t seem all that surprised,” he accused.

“I’ve had a few days of throwing up to get used to the idea,” she snarked.

“This was all part of your strategy, wasn’t it? A plan to tether me to this backwater mudball?” He was incensed, a consuming anger stoked by fear and loss of control.

Bulma had had enough. “Come the fuck on, Your Highness.” That particular Saiyan term for royalty was never used to the monarch’s face, and he knew she knew that.

She stabbed a finger into his chest, hissing, “The day Bulma Brief gets herself knocked up to hold on to a man is the day I nuke us all into orbit myself!” Her eyes were a firestorm.

He shoved her hand away. “You low-class, flightless, whore!”

She was not surprised Saiyans considered ‘flightless’ a worse insult than ‘whore.’

Her gaze narrowed. “How exactly am I the only one at fault here? We’ve well established even royal prudes like you know how babies are made!”

He spluttered, “You made a poor wager if you expected a Saiyan prince to stick around and raise your half-breed spawn!”

She laughed in incredulity. “No one would take a bet on any Saiyan sticking around to be a father.” Her arms flung wide. “You lot stick your babies in pods and shoot them into space!”

She refused to release him from the hold of her gaze. “And then when they get hurt on their ‘mission’ and forget what they’re supposed to do, somehow it’s their fault? Have you ever thought about what it was like for Goku?”

She was furious. “He lived like an animal until an old man found him, and then the first time he turned Oozaru he killed the only person who cared about him. I don’t think he’s loved anything with more than half his heart since.”

The last thing he wanted to feel now, or ever, was empathy for Kakarot. “Love is weakness!” he spat. “This was a mistake, it’s all a mistake.”

He blasted a hole in her wall, overflowing with rage, needing to direct it somewhere. “I’ll never ascend here, not with you and all of these distractions.”

Powder settled around them, and the flame of her fury had gone cold, iced-over, immovable as a glacier. "Maybe you are right," she said, a blast of winter.

She was the queen, and him the supplicant. She extended an arm, indulgently regal. He felt low before her disdain, and hated her for it. “There’s the door,” she said. “The pod’s got a full tank. No one’s stopping you.”

Some part of him wanted her to try, but she had already walked away.

#vegebul #vegebul fanfiction #vegeta x bulma #bulma #vegeta #dbz bulma #dbz fanfiction

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starlitsea · 7 years

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So I did a liveblog for Star Trek: Enterprise 4x17 Bound since that’s a thing I’ve been doing and, to NO ONE’S surprise, did a ridiculously long Trip x T’Pol analysis of the final scene. So, yes, I still love them a ridiculous amount. Cutting to spare you all. But if any of you like TnT, feel free to read! (Ilovethem.)

Ahahaha, dragons. Now, is T'Pol making a joke or not?

Don’t go aboard his ship, Archer! Oh good, you’ve learned your lesson.

Shit, spoke too soon.

At least he’s going with some MACOs and Malcolm.

Kelby is so maaaaad.

Trip is like: Why so mad, bro?

Kelby is PISSED.

T'Pol’s thinking I told you so but doesn’t say anything. Just offers to help out with the engine and Trip doesn’t hesitate because he knows she’s good at what she does. Total confidence here.

But she has to ask him about the “daydreams.” “They would involve me.” Just go for broke there, girl.

That pleased as pie smirk on his face. LOL. “You’re wondering if I’ve been having any daydreams about you?”

The face that could curdle milk at having to admit it. LOL. “Essentially.”

“Well, let me think.” Pretends to think. T'Pol’s hanging on his reply. “Noooo, nothing comes to mind.”

She’s just annoyed now. She’s sure she’s not just fantasizing about Trip because she’s missing him, but there’s ALWAYS THE CHANCE THAT SHE IS. “Forget I mentioned it.”

“Have you been having daydreams about me?” Like a dog with a bone, he cannot let this go. LOL. He is so pleased.

T'Pol: “It’s not important.” A non answer if I and Trip ever heard one.

“You gonna tell me what this is about?” We all know that he is LYING so he does also want to know what’s up with her line of questioning. But the fact that he’s not really concerned about the daydreams probably means that he does, in fact, daydream about her ALL THE TIME. OMG TRIP.

“No.”

Welp, that killed his good mood right quick.

Dude, this Orion has a needle stuck through his face.

Welp, here come the dancing girls.

Jonathan and Malcolm, behave yourselves!

Archer, wipe that smirk off your face.

Please, let’s punch the Orion man in the face.

T'Pol wants to know what the catch is. Also, she’s wants to know why he is talking to her if he doesn’t want her advice and has also agreed to this whole mining enterprise (does he even have authority for this?).

Archer: Well, I might have done a thing.

T'Pol (just resigned, so resigned): What have you done, Captain?

Malcolm is talking all the ladies around the ship. Good self-control bisexual Malcolm.

T'Pol: The Orion women’s presence is becoming disruptive.

Archer: Yeaahhhhh, boy. Um.

T'Pol: Please let’s deal with this issue. Also they think they’re your slaves and slavery is a no-no.

Malcolm and Travis: Let’s put ourselves in as much pain as possible to stop being hormonal idjits.

Travis: We picked up some Deltans with engine trouble once when I was 15 and I had a sexual awakening that I repressed by weight training.

Orion woman busy seducing Kelby.

Hoshi: I have a headache.

Hoshi and Phlox’s friendship is so underrated.

Yikes, when the doctor needs a doctor.

Trip: That’s probably the issue … WTF are you doing flirting in engineering?! Please do your job and don’t give away secrets to aliens?

Kelby: I hate you, Dad! I do what I want.

Trip: Get out of engineering. You’re grounded!

Archer: Slavery is wrong and bad. You’re not my property.

Archer, you are so weak.

T'Pol with the cockblocking LOL. Orrrrr not.

T'Pol: Why did it take you so long to get to the Bridge? Are you OK?

Archer: Use phase cannons and destroy this other ship.

T'Pol: Let’s not. They will go away.

Archer: Malcolm, blow them up!

Malcolm: Not gonna blow up this random ship.

Archer: I’m gonna blow them up anyway!

Never mind, they left.

Kelby, OMG, just bitching about Trip. So much resentment. So whipped.

Trip is like: WTF, the engine made a weird noise. KELBY, WTF ARE YOU DOING?

Fist fight!

Kelby, you know why everyone thinks Trip is better than you? This. This right here.

Kelby is ranting. Archer is about to choke a bitch.

Trip is so confused by why everyone is acting bonkers.

Phlox is just stimulating himself to stay awake.

Trip and T'Pol are totally unaffected. Trip is so confused.

The Orion women are just chilling in the decon chamber. Archer is so messed up.

Orion women: Your intimidation game is weak.

Archer: I KNOW!

Orion women: These are not the droids you’re looking for.

T'Pol: You’re super weak-minded, aren’t you?

Archer: Go help Trip.

T'Pol: UGH, OKAY. (Yes, seeing the man you love while being at odds sucks, T'Pol. Just make up with him.)

Yay, Trip and T'Pol working together.

Random crew members brawling. Trip: STOP IT! That’s THREE times in the last hour. Glad I’m not totally off my rocker like everyone else. BTW, T'Pol, why am I immune?

T'pol spills the beans about the shared psychic bond.

Trip is all like, “We didn’t MATE.” (What we had was a night of passionate lovemaking, not rutting like animals.)

T'Pol: Uh huh. (Yeah, Vulcans mate for life. Didn’t think it would happen with a human. Surprised me too. Deal with it.)

Trip: So those daydreams. That I was totally lying about having. (So daydreamS. Plural.)

T'Pol’s A-HA, you were lying to me, moment.

But Trip is still confuzzled. If we’re bonded, then I’m immune, and you’re making me immune?

T'Pol: Uh-huh.

Trip: I don’t know whether to be relieved or … really worried. (Yeah, now you and T'Pol are joined at the hip, so to speak.)

That’s right, say the Orions, we’re totally attacking you.

More power to the thrusters! TnT on the case.

Yup, you are being towed.

That’s right, the men are the slaves.

The way TnT see exactly the same thing at the same time and know what to do. That doesn’t require a psychic bond. That’s just all them.

They’re so good at what they do.

The Orion women are out and about. They should have set a lock that only Trip or T'Pol had the code to release. Everyone is messed up.

Hoshi: You’re stupid. Don’t do it!

Archer: Malcolm, arrest T'Pol!

Malcolm: Okay.

Trip just shoots everybody. LOL. I forgot about this part and can’t stop laughing.

Ahaha, they’re trying to seduce Trip and failing so hard. THIS I remember. LOL.

“Save it. Archer is in charge of the ship.” Trip looks at T'Pol and tries to suppress the thought, ‘And T'Pol is in charge of me.’ In Trip’s mind, there’s no woman that can go up against T'Pol and win, lbr.

Archer: Well done, you two. You saved the ship, YET AGAIN.

Look, T'Pol is making a joke. I still think the dragon thing in the beginning was a joke that fell flat. But everyone picked up on the joke this time.

Trip is smiling so hard. He is so happy at her joke. She makes another one and he is basically over the moon. This cutie.

Archer’s all: You must be picking up Trip’s bad habits.

T'Pol looks so affronted because it’s TRUE. Trip can’t stop laughing. This is the best thing he’s ever heard.

Trip: “I guess we proved it again.” (It’s so good that he’s initiating the conversation!)

T'Pol: “Proved what?” (Trying not to seem too overly invested in what he has to say.)

Trip: “That you and I make a hell of a team.” (C'mon, you know that’s what I was talking about. We’re perfect together!)

T'Pol: “We do seem to work well together.” (Trying to agree smoothly.)

Trip: “Even more, now that we’re in each other’s heads.” (So yeah, about that psychic bond thing … You were saying we’re soulmates?)

T'Pol’s little inhalation as that hits her and she doesn’t know how to deal. Yeah, he’s her soulmate and he’s LEAVING. Why did he finally decide to be so nice?! OMG, feelings, NO, BAD, MUST REPRESS. She’s trying desperately to address it. “You’re returning to Columbia?”

Trip going all, Yup, I’m in high demand. Everyone wants me desperately. LOLOL.

T'Pol responding with, But stuff’s still broken HERE! Where I am! You know, in my general proximity and stuff! Look at her trying to tell him not to leave without saying it.

Trip’s not buying it. Kelby can handle it. (Look at the skeptical look T'Pol makes RIGHT as he says that.) He’s decent when he’s not trying to blow up the ship so your protests are falling on deaf ears, Commander.

Yeah, Kelby is OK but we all know he’s not as good as you-

Trip is just done now. So done. So so so so done. No more games. “Why don’t you just say it?”

T'Pol’s face is amazing. She knows what he’s driving at but she doesn’t want to admit it to him. She also doesn’t want to admit it to herself. “Say what?”

“That you want me to come back.” The way he says it … he needs to hear her say it. It’s not a plea. It’s not a demand. It’s not a request. It’s just a fact. He just needs to hear it from her.

T'Pol’s so uncomfortable and she’s doubling down. “I believe I did.”

Trip’s face as he looks away and knows he’s not gonna get what he needs. He can’t even listen to her bullshit right now. The disappointment is palpable. Nothing’s changed.

T'Pol knows this isn’t going to work but her defenses are up. It’s her pride that’s driving her now. How can she back down and admit the truth? “I believe your presence here would be extremely beneficial to our operations.”

Connor Trinneer’s acting in this scene is so good. Like, damn. Watch his face go from that, I can’t believe the bullshit I am hearing right now expression, to the cold, hard, 1000% done: No.

She makes this hurt face in response.

But Trip’s voice softens just a little bit and he gives her one more chance, because, dammit, he loves this woman more than life itself and he wants to make this thing work. She’s stubborn, and prideful, and dense, and stubborn, and reactive, and jealous, and did he mention stubborn as a mule? All WAY more emotions than he ever would have thought to ascribe to a Vulcan, but there we go. That’s T'Pol. And she’s developing a sense of humor. And she’s damn fine at helping him in engineering and smart as a whip and she always has his back and is his best friend and the one he can talk to about grief and loss in a way that he just can’t with Jonathan. And she just fascinates and surprises him. Everything about her is a constant puzzle that he wants to spend the rest of his life solving. They could be so good together if ever their timing was right and one of them wasn’t dead or married or in denial or what have you. But he just needs her to give him this. He needs her to let her guard down and tell him, so he asks, his voice gentling just that little imperceptible bit, but he knows her ears can hear it: “That you want me back.”

She slumps. Her whole body slumps, and she lets out a simmering breath. She’s seething a little bit because he’s putting her on the spot and she feels like he just wants to get one up on her. She knows that this is a point that they can’t turn back from. If she actually admits that she misses him, that she needs him, they will actually have to do something with this thing between them. She can’t hide behind excuses anymore. And so she says, steely and a little huffily, her eyes quivering, her lips pressed together repressively: “I don’t know what you mean.”

The way he looks away and the gravelly soft way the words come out. “Well, my mistake.” This is a DEVASTATED man trying to hold his shit together. This is worse than when she took him home to meet mother and then married another man in front of him.

Then the soft and oh so gentle way he finishes with: “See you around.” This is his goodbye to her. He supposes this is all those four years amounted to in the end. A mistake. Have a good life, T'Pol. I hope you’re happy.

And this, this is the face of a woman who knows that she’s screwed up. Like, not a little bit. A MONUMENTAL screw up. The little furrow between her brows. She’s struggling with herself right now, but she finally wins over herself. Can she really let him go like this? Can she really let him go at all? What do you think?

“Wait, Trip!”

And the speed with which his head whips around like he has been hoping against hope to hear those words. The carefully neutral expression on his face that still can’t hide a hint of hopefulness, because he knows he’s got her now. She wouldn’t call out his name otherwise.

She takes a breath to prepare herself. Then: “I want you to come back.”

He takes it in, nodding a little, feeling a tad bit cocky, but there’s not enough in the way she says it to be what he needs. He could read so much into it, but he doesn’t want to do that to himself. He doesn’t want to keep hoping when there’s no hope. To keep deluding himself by thinking she will ever want him the way that he wants her. But even so, he can’t stop himself from hanging onto those words as a lifeline. He’s so in love with her that he’s drowning in his feelings and he is grabbing on hard. But he can’t let her get the upper hand now or everything will just revert back to the way it was. So he doesn’t quite meet her eyes and acts as aloof and cocksure as he can. “And I’ll think about it.” Then he turns to go.

(Also, BTW) this light fixture looks like a heart? AHAHAHA.)

And T'Pol, T'Pol, T'Pol. I’m just shaking my head here. She CAN’T FUCKING HANDLE IT. She can’t. She just forced herself to admit that she wants Trip to come back and he’s JUST GOING TO THINK ABOUT IT? There is a definite element of panic going on here. She can’t lose him. She CAN’T. And she’s also a little appalled. He STILL might walk away from her?! And then she just throws logic out the damned airlock. (Well, not quite. I’m pretty sure her brain weighed the pros and cons of losing Trip and went OH HELL NO, DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO, GIRL.)

“TRIP!” She goes after him and he turns with a long suffering look and sigh, STILL UNABLE TO MEET HER EYES. OMG, Trip, you know that if you really look at her you will cave IMMEDIATELY, but TOO BAD, SON, T'Pol is DONE playing around. He clearly thinks that she is going to do some more talking at him, but, uh, no, that puzzle that is always surprising you? Here she goes.

She full on GRABS HIS FACE so he can’t get away and kisses him, caressing his neck (she does it to the non-injured side of his face too, very logical). And he LEANS IN and kisses her back. Fuck aloofness, that has never been his style. He’s not a Vulcan.

And here it is, his confirmation. She does want him. She needs him. Dare he dream, that she loves him too? But yes, T'Pol has given him the upper hand for once and he is going to milk this for everything it’s worth. BTW, his lips are pressed together and he’s licking them. The taste of her kiss. He is so smugly enjoying this, ahahaha. And then the thing he does with his thumb, tracing his bottom lip. Tracing the feel on her mouth on his, LOL, boy, T'Pol finds that so distractingly sexy and you know it.

And then he drops the bombshell with the air of a man making a confession. And look at how he looks at her with so much love as he says it. “Three days ago I told Captain Hernandez that I wanted to transfer back to Enterprise.” So really, HE WAS READY TO GIVE UP, BUT SOME PART OF HIM COULDN’T THROW AWAY THEIR RELATIONSHIP. HE WAS READY TO STAY BY HER SIDE AND BE HER COWORKER EVEN IF SHE DIDN’T LOVE HIM BECAUSE HE JUST COULDN’T STAY AWAY. THAT’S HOW FUCKING MUCH HE LOVES HER. Like, don’t get me wrong, he cares about the ship, and Jonathan, and Malcolm, Hoshi, Travis, Phlox, and even dumbass Kelby too, but he LEFT BECAUSE OF HER. She is LITERALLY the reason that he left because he could not keep his shit together around her. But he realized that being apart from her was EVEN WORSE than being platonic friends and fearing for her safety all the time. Like how much worse is it to be daydreaming and worrying about her when he’s NOT THERE TO MAKE SURE SHE’S OKAY?! And probably some part of him was thinking that they DID end up together in an alternate timeline, so she doesn’t HATE him. He knows that she cares about him on some level. He just doesn’t know how much or if she does reciprocate his feelings and he can’t make her love him. She either does or she doesn’t. But him? He’s gone.

But also, this means he totally was flat out lying to Kelby about his position, UNLESS he was going to come back any way he could, even if that meant not as the Chief Engineer. Damn, Trip, you do love her.

T'Pol’s FACE. Like WTF, TUCKER, YOU LITTLE SHIT. The deadpan way she says, “Three days ago” kills me EVERY TIME.

And Trip is just playing with her now. But he is looking her RIGHT IN THE EYES. “I realized this is where I was meant to be. And that this, um,” gestures back and forth between them, “thing between us? Inn’t that big of a deal.” He is playing this off so casually. The EXACT WAY THAT T'POL WANTED TO. But she failed. Like, they BOTH saw how HARD she failed to keep her cool. It is known.

And she has to give it to him, because now her pride is reasserting itself. Part of her is also sort of impressed by him. Equal parts impressed and infuriated probably. But tempered by overriding relief that he’s STAYING. All tamped down with Vulcan repression, though since this is T'Pol, it does leak through. “Agreed.”

His face as he looks her in the eyes is no longer that cold, bitter, reserved face he’s had on since coming back. It’s the old Trip face. The face of the man who loves her, the man she loves. A man secure in his position in her life and who knows that they have just overcome a VERY BIG HURDLE. This was the turning point and they are past it now. Now, they are in uncharted territory, but he is very much looking forward to the journey.

“Guess we got a lot of work to do.” He says it so cheerfully. He’s not talking about the ship repairs. He’s not talking about their duties. He is talking about “this thing between us.” This is a work in progress. This is something that is going to take a lot of time and work and effort. But they are a “hell of a team” and they are going to prove it again and again and again. They’re “in each other’s heads” and they’re a part of each other’s lives in a way that no one else can touch.

And T'Pol takes a moment to take it in. Really take it in. And understand his words and the meaning behind them. And Jolene is so good here. She goes from contemplative to a ‘that doesn’t sound bad at all’ face that I LOVE. And she’s not mad anymore. She’s okay with it. She’s looking forward to it.

And I’m sorry not sorry that this went from a quick liveblog to some goddamned wordy analysis of how much I love these idiots, BUT I CAN’T HELP MYSELF.

This is my OTP that got screwed over by the creators in such a way that I thought nothing else could ever be as bad again (then IchiRuki happened). But it has a happier ending in that EVERYONE WENT: The FINALE IS BULLSHIT. So the novel sequels are actually just a GIANT FIX IT 'FIC and I love that EVEN the publisher just noped the fuck out on the ending.

#adventures in liveblogging #star trek enterprise #st:e bound #Trip x T'Pol #this is why I don't liveblog

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Lawmakers of color expected a culture war from Donald Trump. Just not in sports.

WASHINGTON — The old congressman was scuttling his way through the tunnel. Pap, pap, pap. The tap of his penny loafers was the only music you could hear that time of night. The old congressman was late. But he was taking his time. This week had been long enough. And there is no one alive in a position to tell John Lewis what to do.

Lewis was searching for his words. The second most-tenured black congressman was trying to pull together what happened the last few days. The president had found the latest targets for his vitriol -- the NFL and NBA and, more specifically, the black athletes within the sports who had led protests or spoken out against the president. Congress would have to react, but how?

Meanwhile, the world seemed in chaos. Rhetoric between North Korea and Donald Trump escalated. Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islands were without power. Health care was on the line for Americans. Yet despite all this, the president seemed transfixed on one main topic: protesting black athletes and the leagues in which they play.

“I’m somewhat shocked he would go down this road,” Lewis said.

For a week, Trump issued statement after statement that seemed aimed at Black America. On Friday at a senatorial campaign rally for failed-candidate Luther Strange, Trump referred to mostly black protesters in the NBA and NFL as sons of bitches. He insisted a private company, the NFL, act and change how its employees conduct themselves at work while violating no First Amendment laws. He vilified them for protesting for black lives.

“I wasn't preoccupied with the NFL,” Trump said during a press conference with the Prime Minister of Spain. He doubled down on the fact that his feud with the NFL was something that deserved his time, and wasn’t distracting him from his legislative agenda. “I was ashamed of what was taking place.”

These are the moments that make Lewis reflect. He first came to Washington in 1961. “I was 21 years old. I had all my hair and was a few pounds lighter,” he said. He followed the road from the Capitol to the South. He spent years as a Freedom Rider, working with different groups to fight Jim Crow and the racism that makes up so much of the fabric of American history.

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It led him to get his skull bashed in by Alabama State Troopers in Selma. Before many of his trips, he remembers setting a precedent, one that has leaked into the NFL for the last two seasons.

“We kneeled before we left on the march from Selma to Montgomery. We kneeled in courtrooms and courthouse steps. We kneeled when Dr. King came here in 1957. We kneeled on the steps to the Lincoln Memorial. I think the president needs to read a little history,” Lewis said.

Trump’s comments threw Congress into action, but there was already work being done. Many comments from the Capitol weren’t as reactive as they might have seemed.

This had been on the minds of many. This was building for months as more and more protesters took to the streets and the sidelines, troubled by a re-rise of white supremacist groups emboldened by the presidency. Yes, some of these lawmakers were positioning themselves in the middle of what seemed a never-ending news cycle. But some have been waiting for this moment.

Between political pandering and television talking points, lawmakers of color have been expecting this war with Trump. Throwing verbal spears at America’s black, athletic elite? Okay, that’s not how they drew it up. But a culture war against black folks? Well, ask around, that’s been on the horizon forever.

But the old congressman had spent too much time reminiscing for one day. He had to go. But before he left, he thought for a moment. Were black and brown lawmakers in the federal government prepared for this fight? Hell, were progressive-minded Americans ready?

“Well,” Lewis said, taking time to go over everything that’s happened. “I think the American people have received what they voted for.”

By the time Barbara Lee, a black Democratic lawmaker from Oakland, had caught up on the news, it almost seemed too late. Trump’s base was already taking victory laps. The assumption from the right was that they’d won. Trump attacked predominantly black protestors from two professional sports leagues, and the prevailing message had shifted.

This was no longer about police brutality and systemic racial injustice to Trump and his followers. They had pivoted the argument to the idea that this was about the flag and patriotism. The NFL had aided this pivot by joining the protesters, but only along the lines of “unity.” Colin Kaepernick’s original message seemed lost.

Republican lawmakers had also jumped in.

“What I don’t think people seem to get is when you do it on the flag and the anthem, it looks like you’re protesting against the ideals of America, the patriotism, the people that’ve put their lives on the line or given their life for the country,” Speaker Paul Ryan (R-Wisc.) said.

“I think it’s misguided to protest the anthem and the flag because people don’t see it, on some political issue,” Ryan continued. “They see it as protesting against the people who have given their lives for this country and the ideals that we all strive for.”

“It's totally inappropriate,” Sen. Pat Toomey, a Pennsylvania Republican told CNBC. “What they ought to do is show their respect for the people who helped secure the country that they have.”

"Every man, woman, child in this country should stand for the national anthem,” Sen. Tim Scott, a South Carolina Republican -- and the only black Republican in the Senate -- said after Toomey. Scott is the only member of the Senate who has personally discussed issues of race with Trump. “That should go without question.”

The rhetoric was unsurprising to Lee, though this time, it felt personal. The Warriors are her district’s team. She’s ridden championship parade floats through the Oakland summers with Curry and the gang. The MVP hand-wrote a letter to Lee for her mother Massey, a super-fan, after she died. To disrespect them was to disrespect her, especially given she’d already invited the club to come to Congress when an invitation to the White House was still on the table.

What did unsettle her was watching the president and other white groups, the NFL included, co-opt the language of protest and transform it into a stunt. Unity? That’s not what Colin Kaepernick knelt for. Brotherhood? Michael Bennett didn’t get cuffed, a knee put into his neck and a gun to his ear for that. The flag? Black folks are as American as anyone else in a country they built.

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“Challenging them as patriots, thinking they aren’t living up to what America prides itself as being, he’s almost saying they’re un-American,” Lee said. “That’s the implication. It’s a very hard moment. I know what these players must feel that their president has the audacity to take them on in this way. It’s outrageous.”

It all felt a part of the Trump roadmap, where the ideals of white supremacy are co-opted in the rhetoric of "taking America back." The NFL helped him, framing protests about institutional injustice as a “unity” exercise, all to avoid speaking about how the Kaepernick effect had led to a second year of protest and dissent.

Lee noticed this shift. The president has become a master of spin in an age of never-ending coverage and tweets and used it to keep turning America against American athletes. Lee believes it’s intolerable.

“That’s disgusting,” she said. “This is to keep people from talking about the real issues. Equality and justice isn’t a priority for him. The black community seems to understand there’s a heck of a lot to lose and the president is leading that charge.”

Lee’s colleague, Nancy Pelosi, the Democratic Leader of the House and a representative of San Francisco, is also pulling for the Warriors to come to Congress. She sees the spin the White House is using. To her, the president is the “deflector-in-chief.”

The NFL and NBA discussions were perfect distractions for a president under fire. Anything not to talk about the legislative agenda, the countless Americans without power in Puerto Rico or those nervous about the safety of their health care.

“It’s unfortunate,” Pelosi said. “As the president of the United States, this is a unifying opportunity for him. I just can’t answer for what’s in his soul or in his heart about these things. I do know what he says is not unifying for our country.”

Lawmakers of color mirrored the messages of Lee and Pelosi. Adriano Espaillat, a Dominican-born, rookie congressman from New York, said Trump “spent his time calling people names and trying to pontificate to America with a hollow soul.” Ted Lieu, a California Democrat and veteran, said Trump’s “unfortunately the same person, maybe even worse, than the person he was when he campaigned.” Cedric Richmond, the New Orleanian head of the Congressional Black Caucus, said “no one says” what Trump said.

“We’re ready. We know who he is.” - Congresswoman Barbara Lee

“In his mind, and how he thinks, it’s an easy sell to get his numbers back up to the base he appeals to by creating division,” Richmond said. “He’s saying: ‘Look at those ungrateful, African-American football players that make millions but don’t respect our flag or our country or our heritage. Well, it’s everyone’s heritage.”

It is all of this that had Lee invigorated by week’s end. The language shift, the attacks on protest, the death threats sent to players and their families, was possible in any version of America but Trump gave supplied the spark. But, Lee said, what people are forgetting is the patriotism it takes to dissent.

If anything, these players should be applauded, she thinks. They’re more American than the president trying to delegitimize them.

“The president isn’t winning this,” she said. “This is more than a skirmish. This is a divisive tactic that he’s using.” She paused. “We’re ready. We know who he is.”

Back in March, Richmond and many black lawmakers on the Hill, traveled to the White House to meet with Trump. There, they handed him a 125-page policy book. In it was the detailed concerns of the caucus about criminal justice reform, racial profiling and police brutality.

It’s unclear if the president ever read it.. Richmond wrote in a letter this week that their offerings were “completely disregarded.” So, Richmond and the rest declined to meet with Trump again in June.

For Richmond, it was unsurprising that Trump would have a problem with the protesting players, as he had not seemed to care at all for the concerns of black lawmakers.

“None of the forms of protest over injustice and inequality have been deemed acceptable,” Richmond said. “They criticized Black Lives Matter. They criticized the Mothers of the Movement. Now, they criticize taking a knee. The question then becomes: is it the method of the protest or is it the message of the protest?”

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Richmond said there’s a “real concern” if this is the right job for Trump. Lee is tired of the president shining a light on himself instead of the “heroes” of this moment. Lewis still backs the power of protest, he just wishes the president would pick up a history book.

The culture war the president started against two predominantly black leagues and it’s protesters is changing by the day. But the lawmakers who’ve been fighting to keep black people and their concerns relevant in this fight have come prepared.

Congressmen and players have been working together since last season to attempt and create criminal justice reform policy. But any work they’ve done seems like it could be upended, at any moment, with one tweet or tirade.

“He should stay out of the NFL’s business, especially as the president of the United States, especially as he is standing up for people to be fired after calling them sons of bitches,” Richmond said of Trump.

He then thought back to our previous president, playing a game black folks, progressives, and resistors play every so often, in a world where the current president feeds on and legitimizes white supremacy in an attempt to delegitimize America’s first black president. This game is maddening every time.

“Close your eyes,” Richmond said. “Now imagine if Barack Obama called people S.O.B’s.”

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