#I hope this makes sense and it doesn’t come across with attitude or anything it’s more just a heads up

[iron-cutting-meteor-sword]

I’d decided ever since I first got into Lupin that I was going the completionist route and consuming all the media from it that I could find, but there are some bits that I am dreading going into lol. Despite this I am determined to find something useful and or enjoyable about each Lupin thing I find, because there’s always something you can pick out from them and because to me that’s a fun way of gathering little bits of info and meta on the series and characters, and seeing how they interact or oppose each other. This isn’t to say I’ll ignore the shitty stuff that’s waiting there, but I’m also not going to be writing a post about every bit of awful shit and how I disagree with it for every post I talk about appreciating something, because I trust we all understand and agree that that is clearly not what anyone worthwhile likes or approves of about the series. I may even consider making a meta post talking about the worst recurring themes and content that has stuck around in the franchise over hundreds of different development teams due to negative influence from the various different and levels of cultures involved as well as time period, lack of gender diversity, and internalized bigotry; but also discuss how the series has worked towards visibility on certain issues like queer men in media and even more recently touching on the short hand Fujiko had been drawn for so many years by her getting an entire series for herself written by a woman, and how there is clearly a wide array of people that have touched the foundations of the franchise to make it what it is and how these positives and the negatives sometimes intersect on their way to the surface. It’s such a nuanced subject though and I really don’t want to make a post about that just on the fly. Not to mention I’m certainly not the authority on all the subjects that would need to be covered for such an analysis and I’ve certainly not “arrived” in any sort of way in terms of progressive understanding and analysis of themes and narratives in media, but maybe one day I can start a decent and good faith discussion about the different views on consuming media like Lupin the Third that is so chock full of content that should be left in the past and rightly criticized. Tangent aside, the point is I may talk about or reblog posts about or from some of the less popular installments of the Lupin franchise, and talk about some of the stuff I liked and disliked. Its my opinion that there’s something to be gleaned from each piece of Lupin media, and it all constitutes the giant tower of content that makes the series, even the foundation, the original manga. Despite all of its massive, massive problems, and like it or not, the manga is the reason the anime exists, and it’s history and influence on the series (and the history and influence on the manga itself) can’t just be thrown aside or ignored, as it still influences the series to this day! I think by the logic that is is the foundation of the franchise, there’s clearly something informative to rip from the pages. You just have to join the queue of people waiting to piss on Monkey Punch’s little clown grave after you read it.

#samurai sharkie speaks #I’ll tag the specific media i reblog as always so if you want to blacklist it you can #I hope this makes sense and it doesn’t come across with attitude or anything it’s more just a heads up #and I want to be clear here in saying that if you don’t want to touch the manga I am NOT judging you dude. holy shit not at all #there’s some vile content in there that I have a hard time just reading about #stuff that i will most certainly be wary of and I will not treat that lightly #I’m just. well I’m the type of person who when I get really into something I devour everything I can find down to the marrow #as an art history nerd it’s hard to not be fascinated w the manga and how it’s influenced the series #and how it’s even brought a resurgence of that old Japanese cartoony art style #also I need to be clear in saying that talking about the art style and appreciating its history and style is not approving of monkey punch. #nor is snorting at a stupid bathroom joke that was written by the localization team. #i need to make that clear bc when I’m engaging w the series it’s nice to find something to laugh at. #thinking dick jokes or absurdism or cartoony humor is funny doesn’t mean I like or agree w monkey punch and his disgusting foul scenes. #i say this bc I don’t want people taking me talking about things like the manga in bad faith #and start assuming just bc I chose to engage w things like the manga I condone it. #rest assured I’m not going into the manga and such w/o being aware of all the extremely uncomfortable content I’m in for #but I can’t exactly compile it all for a callout post or anything bc the man is dead. the man can’t do anything anymore. #at this point I can read the manga and see where the anime came from and that’s what I want to do with it #also. not looking forward to watching Harimo’s treasure #my friend found a dvd at a thrift store w/o knowing it had one of the more offensive movie villain caricatures I’ve seen #i know there’s some great gang interactions hidden in there though #so I’ll be looking forward to that #at the very least

[everyonewooeverywhere]

I need to get this out of my head cause it's been plaguing the shit out of me but

I think woozi calls his partner "lover"

that being said, what do you think the other members call their s/o?

ok wait i kinda love this question...

so i know for a FACT that seungcheol calls his s/o baby. it's always, "can i help you with this, baby?" "baby, did you eat today?" "hey, baby did you see the flowers i sent you?" he's so doting. he lives to take care of you. physically, mentally, (monetarily 👀) .

i feel like it's only fitting that jeonghan calls his s/o angel. it was first a nickname meant to tease you. to poke fun at your gentle nature, but it quickly turned into a term of endearment. he certainly treats you like an angel too, don't worry.

jisoo would 1000% call his s/o sweetheart. it's a classic, but, hey, he's a pretty classic guy. i can just imagine walking hand in hand in a park with him on a sunny day and you come across a ice cream stand. he pulls you toward it, "come on sweetheart, i'll buy us a cone to share."

sweetheart also fits junhui, too. but in a slightly different way than jisoo. it's less of a classic approach and more of him just genuinely thinking his s/o is so sweet. it's also a reflection of his attitude towards you. "hey, sweetheart how was your day?" "sweetheart i bought you this new jacket to keep you warm since it's gotten colder" etc.

soonyoung tells it like it is. he calls you pretty because you are. in fact, he doesn't think he's ever met anyone as pretty as you. he uses it to help raise your spirits, too, on days that he notices that maybe you're not feeling pretty. he uses it extra on those days. peppering your face with kisses at every opportunity.

he's a classic guy. for wonwoo, babe is perfect. he uses your name more often than not, but in moments he's feeling more affectionate. he'll kiss the top of your head and call you babe squeezing you into his chest. every night before you fall asleep he kisses you "goodnight babe, i love you." rahhhh.

anon, i fully agree that jihoon would call his s/o love or lover. like he'd refer to them as his lover and he'd call them love, if that makes sense. he may not be the most physically affectionate person, but, when it comes to his words, he's the most affectionate person you've ever met. you are his love. the only one (other than his job ofc).

lee seokmin has used every pet name under the sun. sweetheart, love, babe etc. but nothing has ever felt as right as angel. because that’s what you are to him. his angel. nothing will ever compare to the halo he imagines over your head every morning when you wake up beside him. it’s a match made in heaven, a ray of sunshine and his angel.

mingyu would definitely call his s/o, baby. he'd be super clingy about it too (in the most endearing way possible). like "babyyy, can you come here real quick?" he always needs your attention. like constantly, and that's how he gonna get it from you.

no doubt, minghao would call his s/o beautiful. all the time. at every waking hour. he's just so endeared by your beauty that he can help but call you that. his favorite moments are when you wake up next to him. he's already awake and carefully watching you. "good morning, beautiful."

similar to jihoon, seungkwan also calls his s/o love, but on most occasions, it's my love. it's not about him being possessive. it's like a constant reminder to himself that you chose him. you are his love. he hopes he can call you my love until the end of time because it feels like a privilege he has yet to earn.

i honestly feel like hansol doesn’t use any pet names for his s/o. just your name is enough for him. it feels more personal than anything he could come up with himself. maybe a shortened version of your name for efficiency, but he perfers to call you by the name he’s used since the moment he heard it first leave your mouth when you introduced yourself to him.

you're channie's princess. growing up with twelve doting/nightmarish older brothers, chan is well-versed in what it means to take care of someone. you're his passenger princess, too. in every way, he will take care of you and treat you like royalty. especially in bed.

this has been in my inbox for a minute 😅 sorry anon, thank you for your patience 💗

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[theblue6ook]

Shit Interview PT 6

Summary: Bruce was really doing all of this to humor Alfred, and then he’d tell him it didn’t work out… or at least that’s what he is trying to tell himself. [B (23) & Y/N (21)] [Eventual slow burn with Bruce]

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

a/n: This is the last part of “Shit Interview,” BUT it is not the last part for these characters. Basically, we’re going to be doing different series with them until they get together so stay tuned. Their whole story can be found in my “Out of My League” series :) Also, this is unedited so hopefully, it's good for you guys lol the next week I'll be a little MIA.

Bruce didn’t expect Y/N to be so quiet after their first encounter, and while she did have spice and a frankly entertaining competitive attitude after their run-in earlier, she kept to herself. She seemed like a pretty dedicated worker. She was organized and thoughtful. He hadn’t realized, but he hadn’t even eaten breakfast this morning, so the coffee and sandwich were welcome. The flowers she placed in his office reminded him of his mother. It was always something she did when they would visit his father at work. Bring flowers and breakfast. He wondered if she had done her research on him. 

He cleared his throught, “Can I ask why there are flowers in the office?” 

“I thought they were pretty,” Y/N responded from the other room. “Why do you not like them?”

“No, they’re nice,” he responded, admiring them. 

He heard some shifting and she appeared in his doorway not too long after with a few papers. “A friend of mine owns a flower shop. Dorthie’s. He’s pretty decent friends with Alfred actually.”

She laid the papers on his desk. It was his schedule for the next week, he wasn’t even sure he’d be back next week. After a few heated discussions with Alfred, he decided this would be a trial period. Not that Y/N needed to know, he’d had enough arguing with her to last a life time. By the end of this he can tell Alfred it didn’t work out and that will be the end of it. No more assistants. 

Y/N was having similar concerns about him not returning and though she cleared her end of the bargain with Alfred… she hoped he’d be back. She liked her job and no boss means no assistant. “You can let me know if there’s anything that doesn’t work for you on there. If you can’t come to something or you’re going to be late, or planning to, in your case, just let me know. I can swap things around.”

He looked pailer than the last time she saw him so she moved across the room and grabbed the pitcher she filled with water earlier, pouring him a glass. Her mind wandering, she looked over at him in thought. 

“Something on your mind,” Bruce asked without looking up.

“Can I ask you something?” She walked around the desk and placed the glass in front of him.

“Hm,” he said going through the documents.

“I’m taking that as a yes.” She leaned on the edge of his desk. What she really wanted was to catch a vibe. Who was her boss? Why was he the epitome of a human disaster? The press says he’s partying but he doesn’t even seem like he leaves his house. She was hoping to get his attention, but his eyes stayed on the pages in front, focused. I know what will get his attention. “They say you’re a billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and I can get the billionaire part, but you haven’t really done much philanthropy recently.”

He scoffed, eyes still focused on the words in front of him, “I would argue Wayne Enterprises-”

“Obviously I’m not talking about your company I’m talking about you,” she strained. No dice, moving onto the next question. “Plus, have you even ever been on Playboy?”

That got his attention and he looked up at her with an amused smile, “Why? You going to go look up the issue?”

“I’m just trying to get a good judge of your character,” she admitted. “There are so many rumors about you, but they don’t even seem like they make sense. Unless you’re hiding like thirteen models in your mansion, I think you value your privacy more than you let on.”

That hit something. She could tell. He sat and looked at her quizically. 

“Speaking of privacy,” he smirked, mask back on, “thank you Y/N that will be all.”

She sat, a little stupid and embarrassed out at her desk. What was I thinking doing that? And on the first day. She really didn’t want to scare him off and her job literally depended on it. As much as she liked to say Alfred hired her, Bruce can do anything about it in all actuality, one word and he could have her ass on the sidewalk. Aside from the uncomfortable ending to that conversation, she still sat working, typing up the meeting notes and preparing a mass-email when Mr.Wayne stepped into the doorway, papers in hand. They looked different from the stack of papers she gave him though.

“Did you need something, Mr.Wayne,” she spoke without looking up from her email, giving him the same treatment he gave her.

“So, you were apart of the Martha Wayne foundation at Gotham Academy,” he smirked moving the papers into his right hand. Now that was a way to get someones attention. She looked up from her keyboard eyeing him and then the papers.

“Are you reading up on me?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to get a good judge of your character,” he repeated back to her.

Alright, I’ll bite, she thought. “Yes I was once apart of the infamous Martha Wayne Foundation.” She continued typing on her computer, trying to seem bored. 

“That’s for the best and brightest.”

“Mhm,” she replied.

“And now you’re my assistant.”

“Unfortuately.”

“Ha,” he snickered, “so how does the best and brightest become an assistant?”

You get cornered in a flower shop by two old men who can’t mind their own business, she thought. “Well if you must know my expertise was in engineering which I have geared away from.”

“Any particular reason why.”

“I’m not interested in it anymore,” she answered shortly.

“Hm,” he responded and then continued down his papers, “your record is clean so that’s good.” 

“Yep.”

“But Commisioner Gordan is listed as a contact for emergencies. You know him well?” 

“I didn’t realize you were a billionaire, playboy, philiantropist, and detective. You should add that to your list of qualities.” she finally stopped typing and looked up at him. “Don’t you have work to do I thought you were eager to leave at 3pm?”

He smiled, “I already finished reviewing the projects you sent me. I signed off on a few of them and have notes for the rest.” He handed them off to her.

“That was fast,” Y/N muttered taking them from him.

Shrugging on his coat, he went to head towards the door before abruptly turning around and looking at her. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N. Same time.”

He stepped out of the office, a slight spring in his step as she dropped the papers she was once holding. “Holy shit. I did it.”

-

Bruce stepped into the pick up zone dedicated for him and Alfred. Popping into the back seat, he looked at his watch 3:05 pm, right on time to work on his case. 

“How was your first day of work, Master Bruce,” Alfred smiled to himself.

“Please don’t mock me, Alfred,” Bruce smiled at him. “I need to be back here tomorrow same time.”

Alfred snickered and sat smiling as he pulled away from Wayne Enterprises.

“Alfred,” Bruce looked up at him. “Is there something amusing?”

“I told you she’d be good for you.”

“Stop it.”

“She’s quite a motivating individual don’t you think.” Bruce paused for a moment.

“She’s smart too,” Bruce thought back to Y/N’s slight psychological evaluation of him. “Did you know she was apart of the Martha Wayne foundation?”

“Well I did interview her Master Bruce.”

“Hm,” he hummed, “I hope she’s not too smart.”

“Excuse me sir?”

“Having someone intelligent work so closely with my schedule could mean trouble.”

“Don’t be dramatic it’s not like she’s following you around during your nightly escapades besides I think she’s good for you. You need someone to get you out of the house.”

“That’s what I have you for Alfred.”

“And that would be fine if you listened to a bloody thing I say,” he muttered.

“I heard that.”

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[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 20

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible. 

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader 

“So, he was just standing there?” Dr. Miller sawed through a piece of steak as we sat across from one another at the same restaurant we had eaten at the first night I had stayed over at his house. He popped the bite into his mouth and washed it down with a sip of wine.

“Yes.” I nodded, toying with a sweet potato on my plate, “Isn’t that odd?”

He shrugged and placed his elbows on the table while folding his hands together and resting his chin on them. “A bit,” Dr. Miller agreed with a more nonchalant attitude than I would have imagined. “But he did just come from class. I park there from time to time if there aren’t enough spots out front. People cross through behind the building.”

“But he was, like, lurking.” I scrunched my nose and shook my head. “You don’t think he saw us, do you?”

Dr. Miller shook his head. “No.” He sipped on his wine again and winked at me. “It feels good to almost get caught, though. doesn’t it?”

I smirked and managed a little laugh. His calm take on the issue was enough to bring me back to reality - and rational situations. “It was exciting,” I admitted, “All of this is.”

“You have your other class tomorrow night,” Dr. Miller remarked, matter-of-factly. “I have one after that. I don't want you to be alone on campus.”

“I could have my friend James walk me,” I suggested. “He's campus security.”

Dr. Miller scrunched his nose and sawed off another piece of steak. He didn't immediately respond.

Is he jealous? I smiled to myself in hopes that he was, though that hadn't at all been the intent of my comment. I had a friend who was part of the security team, so it made sense.

“This guy-” he began but I cut him off.

“He's a very platonic friend,” I explained. “Nothing like that.”

“Yeah, I'm sure he feels that way.” Dr. Miller rolled his eyes with a little smirk.

“He does.” I let out a laugh. “We've always just been friends. Never anything more.”

“Guys always do the just friend thing first, ya know.”

“You didn't,” I reminded him with a playful smirk. My hand rested on top of his on the table and it drew a wider grin from him.

“I think our relationship is a bit of an exception.”

“I would agree.” My smile lingered and I looked him in the eye. “Hey, if it bothers you about James, I can just-”

“No.” Dr. Miller cut me off now. “Don't be silly, I'm just being childish. As long as you trust him, you should have him walk you out.”

“And then what?” I asked.

Dr. Miller squinted as if he didn't quite understand what I meant.

“Do I just drive home..”

His grin returned and he looked down and back up, sipping from his wine again. “If you'd be my willing prisoner you'd make me the happiest man in the world. Then I'd always know you were safe.”

Willing prisoner. That I was. And of course Dr. Miller methodically chose those words.

“Your Rapunzel?”

“Something like that,” he said.

I wasn't sure how I would ever get out of this if the relationship ever went south. I wanted to be Dr. Miller’s willing prisoner. That wouldn't change, I was certain. 

What if he paid for the castle with blood money? I didn't know what I would think then. What if he's mafia or something.

Dr. Miller reached into his pocket and pulled out his key ring. He then removed a single, gold key and handed it across the table.

I swallowed hard and meekly took it from his hand. 

“In case you ever get back there before I do.”

“Are you sure?”

“If I wasn't I wouldn't have given it to you. Come and go as you please.”

Wow. A key to that giant mansion. My key. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel, but I was nervous - and excited.

“I don't even know what to say.” I looked at him with the key still in my palm.

“Well, if you decide to come back tomorrow night after class, you'll need it.” He added. “The house alarm code is the same as the one for the gate.”

“2-”

“Shh..” Dr. Miller waved his hand and I quickly apologized. “Don't apologize,” he quickly told me. “I just..”

“I get it.”

Our waitress tried to convince the two of us to order dessert, but when we both declined she set the check down. Dr. Miller reached for it immediately and eyed me when I began digging in my purse.

“If you pull out your wallet I won't let you stay over,” he teased, half-kidding.

“I haven't paid for a thing.”

“As you shouldn't - not with me.”

“Well.. thank you.”

“You're welcome.” Dr. Miller paid in cash, closed the check presenter and reached for my hand.

I felt like royalty on Dr. Miller’s arm. It wasn't the money or the appearance; it was simply being with him and letting everyone know it. I tried not to smile in the cheesy way I wanted to.

When we crossed onto the sidewalk outside, Dr. Miller turned to look at me with a little wink. Before either of us could say anything, someone called his name.

“Joel?”

We both glanced down the walkway to see a woman of about forty walking steadily in our direction. She was stunning and blond with a fitted black, long sleeved dress topped over black heels. Under her arm was a sleek, feminine briefcase. On first impressions she appeared as if she was some hot shot lawyer - or possibly just stole 101 dalmation puppies.

“Christine.” He gave a cordial nod but then his jaw tightened and his nostrils flared just a bit.

I stared at the woman, who had a few inches on me, even without the heels. Joel looked at me for a moment and then back to the knockout before us. I prayed this wasn't another woman he was seeing, shattering every single dream and daydream I'd had over our relationship.

The woman eyed me up and down and I knew I was being judged. I didn’t know if I should introduce myself or just stand there silently. It was more in my nature to do the latter.

“This is still your hot spot, I see.” She gave a subtle nod toward the restaurant we had just walked out of. Her eyes met mine and I had the urge to look away but I didn’t.

Dr. Miller tipped up his mouth in an attempt at a small smile but his expression betrayed him. “It was nice seeing you, Christine.”

“You haven’t changed.”

I glanced down when Dr. Miller locked his fingers with mine and began pulling me toward the car. Chrstine stood on the sidewalk for a few lingering seconds, watching us go, before making her way into a lounge called Michael’s on the corner.

Once the two of us were secured behind closed doors and windows, he glanced over at me as he started up the Mercedes. “Remember I told you I was briefly married a while back?” When I nodded, he let out a huff of a breath. “That’s my ex-wife. Christine.”

“She looks like she could kill people with just one look.”

My comment made him laugh and his eyebrows rose and fell. “She’s fierce.”

“I could tell.”

He slipped his hand into mine again and we locked eyes. “That was a long time ago,” Dr. MIller reiterated, “I’m sorry for how awkward that was. We haven’t been on the best of terms, even after all these years. I didn’t want to her the satisfaction of knowing anything about you - even your name.”

“Okay.” I nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Hey.” Dr. MIller leaned in and touched his lips to mine. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For having an awkward interaction with my ex.”

“You’re forgiven.” I smiled and it seemed to satisfy him as we pulled out of the parking space. When Dr. Miller’s car cruised by Michael’s, I tried to catch a glimpse of Christine inside to see if she had met with someone but it was impossible to tell. I would have felt just a tad bit better knowing she was with another man.

“She’s remarried,” Dr. Miller added, apparently sensing my lingering discomfort.

“Oh.” I raised my eyebrows, trying to sound like I didn’t care; though it did ease a little bit of my sudden insecurities.

When his hand squeezed mine, I glanced over at him. “That’s the past.” He pulled the car to the side of the road and put it in park to continue speaking. “And you are the present..” Dr. Miller smiled, “And hopefully the future.”

I brought his knuckles to my lips and left a single kiss there. “I’m sorry. Is jealousy written all over my face?”

“That was well over a decade ago,” he reminded me. “There’s nothing to be jealous of.”

“She’s gorgeous. And apparently still interested enough to care what you do.”

“She hates me.”

I went to speak more about it but Dr. Miller silenced my concerns with a kiss.

“You’re not fair,” I laughed against him.

“I gave you a key to my house, didn’t I?” He asked.

I smiled wide and gave a shrug before nodding.

“So, can we just forget these awkward little incidents, with Christine and Trevor, and just let me return the favor at home? Since I came embarrassingly fast in the back seat on campus.”

I gave a little laugh and then nodded.

Dr. MIller grinned back. “I’ll let you pick the room. We have a lot of them cover.”

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[lavandula-ipsum]

let me spoil you - smutsgiving challenge

I cheated all the rules and brought a sneak peak of a WIP to the smutsgiving. Enjoy <3

Pairing: dark!Luke Skywalker x rebel!Reader (not really that relevant, we're going straight in for the fun

Wordcount: 609

CW: shameless smut. Minors DNI

***

Hell, she can’t remember the last time she thought of herself as a good person, back when she was so eager to struggle for reasons she can’t even remember anymore. Acting in hopes of making her dead master proud, like he could see her, feel foolish now. However, there’s one thing she misses from her past righteous little self, and that’s knowing how to fight. Yeah, perhaps she was too hard on herself back then. Maybe she was good. However, that illusion fades as she voices this one command.

"Put your hands against the wall.”

It isn’t wise and she hates herself for it. However, her common sense has been taken captive by the lovely confusion blooming on Luke’s face. “You can either do it or wait for me to change my mind."

That candid expression she’d missed so much in him dissolves into a bratty smirk. "Yes, ma'am."

She doesn’t appreciate the attitude, not when she’s this angry. There’s a second when he’s with his back turned to her, handcuffed wrists against the wall of the cell, that she considers listening to reason and leaving. Instead, the challenge becomes appetizing. Afraid to let her doubt be read, she steps closer. Luke inhales sharply as she reaches around and, carefully at first, palms over his trousers. She quickly finds what she’s come looking for. 

“Is this your usual reaction whenever you come chasing after me? No wonder you put so much effort in hunting me down.” 

Luke shudders when she presses on his erection more boldly this time, a reaction that betrays a prolonged aching. Exactly what she needs to hastily undo the fastenings, eager to make most of the little time they might have for this. The rebel gives a generous lick to her palm before sliding it into his pants, while her other hand tugs down on the waistband of his underwear before digging her fingers in his hip. She rubs wet circles around the sensitive head of his cock, already painfully swollen and pink, and takes delight in the soft whimper she gets in response to her slightly aggressive and sudden attentions. But she decides to be merciful and softens the touch with the first stroke down the full length. She intends for this to be quick but she still wants to enjoy it a little.

“Here I come to talk business while your thoughts drift somewhere else entirely,” she teases. Luke hums something that’s meant to sound like an apology. “Don’t worry about it, I got you. Next time, just ask.”

While he leans against the wall, he can get a good view of everything she’s doing. It’s only fair, since she loves to watch his enthralled face progressively let go of that initial put together facade he exhibited at first, the red deepening across his cheeks and his eyes brimming with filthy pleas, like he doesn’t believe this is happening to him.

Suddenly, a gloved hand grabs her collar and brings her up, her back hitting the wall. Before she can protest her lips meet his, needy and warm and sloppy, as his palms cup her cheeks, one burning hot and the other cool.

“Please, love. Faster,” Luke begs through the tiny gap he allows. The rebel melts at the sight of need painted in his glossy eyes, at being held so sweetly after so long, and realizes that she can’t get angry at him. 

“That’s it. Ask me anything,” as she happily complies, her hand dancing with soft movements of his hips, a low moan forms from the back of his throat. “I can’t get enough of your pretty face when you do.”

#smutsgiving #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker smut #star wars fanfiction #drabble #yeah i know this is over 100 words come fight me #dark luke skywalker #sith luke skywalker #shameless smut #wip #enemies AND lovers

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Little Sister Figure Headcanons: Platonic!Joseph Joestar x Reader

Fem!Reader with she/her pronouns. The Reader’s boss is written to be a jerk.

A/n: It feels great to be writing again! I took a massive break for the holidays, and in order to give myself time adjusting to a new job. Writing this was rather personal to me in a sense, as Joseph very much so reminds me of my own older brother. Hope y’all enjoy. <3

Warning(s): Joseph’s pathetic complicated relationship with women. Canon-typical swearing. Period-typical sexism.

Joseph Joestar… historically does not have a positive reputation amongst women.

It’s well earned; coming off as rude at best and downright insensitive at worst. And this behavior doesn’t exclude women he hardly knows either. In fact, his brash attitude is arguably more on display around strangers.

A whistle to an attractive passerby leading to his foot being stomped on. Talking a little too loudly about how women “doing up their faces is a sort of trap” earning him harsh glances from pretty much every woman within earshot. An older woman smacking him across the face with an umbrella after a murmur about not being surprised at the lack of a ring on her left hand. Making an unfounded claim that women can’t drive well, only to have been questioned, walk back on his claim, and ultimately cultivating in a knee harshly connecting with his stomach. The list only goes on.

For every five women that brush off his comments, there’s always one who isn’t afraid to give him an immediate reality check.

You fell into the latter category upon your first meeting.

“Out of the kindness of his heart,” Joseph helped you out one day when you needed it most. New York City can be a real rough place to live, and on that day, the sins of the city turned their attention to you.

Cornered by some thugs, they demanded anything of value be handed over. It made blood drain from your face, twisting your expression into something that didn’t do much to conceal the fear you had felt.

Regardless of your explicit nervousness, you had attempted to stand your ground. Sticking to your guns, although you wouldn’t ever regret doing so, seemingly only made things worse. The thugs took no time at all roughing you up a bit, to the point where they knocked you down to the concrete ground below you.

Looking back, it seems like a stroke of fate, that Joseph Joestar happened to be walking past at that very moment.

Seemingly without much hesitancy, he jumped to your defense. It was quite the spectacle, if you’re being completely honest. His cocky attitude was only validated by his genuine intuition and strength in the fight that inevitably unfolded. Watching him in combat for the first time is something you doubt you’ll ever forget.

His actions right after the fact is also something you’re likely to never forget:

Sparks seemed to ripple off him; beginning at his fingertips only to move beyond in crackling waves. Watching this stranger move about, picking off the three men that approached you not even ten minutes ago, your quick to understand that the energy illuminating from him is more than just what you can see on the surface.

It’s unbelievable, but there’s little reason to doubt what you’re seeing with your own eyes.

All the while a grin never once disappears from his face. When he initially inserted himself into the conflict, your stomach sank. Sure, he’s quippy, but he gave the impression of a man who’s all bark and no bite.

But by now, you’ve stumbled to your feet. Standing off to the side, your body motionless, eyes widen in subtle recognition that you’d been wrong about him.

It isn’t long before the three thugs desperately scramble away from the scene, tripping over themselves trying to do so. Not wavering one bit, the brunette closely watches them run off. The intensity of his gaze was jarring compared to his goofy and outlandish behavior. And you only find yourself relaxing after he finally relaxed.

Taking a step closer to him, you lift a brow when he doesn’t at all turn to look at you. Pausing, you once again plant your feet in the position they’re in.

Despite his almost insultingly unserious demeanor during the fight, you can’t not say something to him. Even if all that leaves your mouth is a simple “thank you,” it’s not within your own morality to just ignore or disregard the actions of someone who just saved your skin.

“Uhm…” you clear your throat. The action finally prompts him to whirl around in your direction, his eyes blinking a couple times displaying dumb recognition. You continue on to tell him, “Thank you a lot. You didn’t have to do that, but you still chose to get involved anyway. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t showed up.”

You felt internally glad that, albeit briefly, you were able to voice your appreciation for his help.

He blinks some more, before bringing up a hand to the side of his face. “Wow! You look terrible!” he blurts, saying it with his entire chest.

“What?” you respond, taken aback.

“Geez, lady, look you you!” he puts his hands on his hips, bending down at the waist. The action, whether he meant to or not, fully emphasizes the size difference between you. In the moment, you certainly felt more than a little patronized. “Did you even style your hair this morning? It looks awful!”

“Of… of course I did, you jerk!” you snap back, clenching your hands into fists and shaking them wildly at him. You were far too surprised to even think of explaining to him that getting hit and shoved doesn’t keep your appearance in pristine condition.

“Whoa, whoa…” he chuckles, taking a step backwards, “What happened to being all grateful?”

“Excuse me!?”

It was a rough first impression, to say the least.

You likely couldn’t stand Joseph Joestar after the initial meeting. Well, if anyone were to ask your opinion of him, that’s what would be your immediate response.

Despite that, his willingness to help a stranger out without even properly looking at them first intrigued you a bit.

Even more so, the fact that his little found family - a kind-hearted grandmother and his fun-loving friend, Smoky -immediately took a liking to you without much hesitation.

It’s those two who you’re likely to get along with first, not quite seeing eye-to-eye with Joseph for a good while.

So what is it exactly that leads to the two of you developing more of a genuine friendship? Fighting him.

No, seriously.

Not long after your brush up with the three thugs, you and Joseph engaged in a conversation about your own strength. He told you (rather bluntly) that “although your fiery, you can’t fight for shit.”

This eventually evolved into the two of you working out together. Then, that naturally progressed into him giving you pointers when in a fight. Then, that progressed into the two of you sparring one another from time to time.

Now, that power he displayed the first time you met (hamon, you remember him calling it), wasn’t something he was willing to teach you. But Joseph was more than happy to help teach you how to hold your own in a fight at the very least.

He went on to say how dangerous New York City can be for a young woman who doesn’t know how to protect herself, but you long learned to stop listening to him when he got in the mood to lecture. And though you certainly didn’t need him to tell you about the dangers of being a woman, you know there’s a certain degree of good will to his intent.

Despite his slightly condescending attitude at the start, this proved to do a lot for your relationship the more you spent time together. He was unafraid to speak his mind, and you were unafraid to call him out. With time, he started to genuinely appreciate that about you.

He went from purely pestering you, to doing so with a much friendlier edge that expressed a deeper understanding of your own sense of humor.

And at the end of the day, after each time he works out with you, he ruffles up the hair on the top of your head and tells you good job- from a surprisingly genuine place.

Considering how your friendship began, no one could really blame you from feeling surprised with its development. And there’s been several times now when Joseph’s truly had your back in a way that really makes you remember his care:

“This is a really stupid idea.”

“Shush! Besides, you think all my ideas are bad ideas.”

“And am I wrong...?”

“Oh- Jesus- would you just shush!?” Joseph hushes you once more, his head snaping over to your direction.

“JoJo,” you frown, eyes darting back and forth between him and the subject of your concern. The two of you are hunched over, peaking over a corner inside the building where you work. It’s early in the morning too. So early, in fact, your boss is the only person besides a janitor or two who’s bound to be in the building for at least another hour. “You know I could be fired for this if he finds out I’m the one behind it. He’s already itching to-“

“Quit your worrying, would you? I’ve got it all figured out! No one blaming you for jack shit- got it?” Joseph cuts you off, tone indicating that you really shouldn’t try pressing the matter further. Turning his attention back forwards, he adds, “Now, will you please zip it!?”

“But surely this is taking it a step too far,” you push it further, “When I told you about my boss-“

“A money-hungry and endlessly rude person,” he quotes your own words exactly.

“-I just needed to vent to someone about it. I wasn’t necessarily asking for petty revenge.”

“Don’t call my hamon traps petty!”

“You use it for petty reasons!”

“Oh? So now helping you is petty!?” Joseph raises his voice a little.

You’re quick to match the tone of his voice, “It’s fine that you want to help me, but I’m having a lot of seconds thoughts about this!”

“Well, that’s clearly obvious…”

“Please...” you groan, “Just... reconsider...”

“It’s too late to reconsider!”

“Well, you-“

A booming voice, coming from just a few feet away from the two of you, cuts off your words, “What the hell is going on over here!?”

Like two dear in headlights, you and Joseph slowly turn your heads over to the hall before you. There, your boss stands with an angry and slightly bewildered expression. Neither you nor Joseph heard his approaching footsteps over the sound of your bickering. And your boss is just moments away from looking close enough to recognize you- meaning your just seconds away from likely losing your job....

Luckily, a few seconds is all a person like Joseph needs to react.

Suddenly, he stands up straight and puts his hands triumphantly on his hips. “I-“ he announces, your boss looking up at him with wide eyes, “-harbor a grudge against this stupid establishment! Starting with-“ he dramatically turns to point at you, “-This young woman!”

Before your boss can react- hell, before you can react -Joseph grabs you by the waist and hoists you over his shoulder as if keeping you hostage. The sound you make when he does so certainly sells it.

This is his idea of having everything figured out!?

Laughing loudly, Joseph rushes past your boss cackling as if he’s trying out for a roll as a cartoonish burglar. As he moves away, he yells out, “Your next line will be, “What in the hell is this!?’”

And as you’ve come to expect, those same words almost immediately left your boss’s mouth.

The lecture that Granny Erina had in store for him after she finally found out about that stunt... oh, it was priceless.

He took the fall completely, even though you tried voicing your own involvement. Yes, you weren’t totally on board in at the end, but you still were a part of the ordeal.

Regardless, Joseph was having none of it.

And that’s exactly how he is with you. Cheekily looking after you in a profoundly brotherly way that after that specific incident, you began to refer to him as such. To your delight, he gladly returns the sentiment.

A part of you is hesitant to admit it, but you really look up to him. He’s taught you much, not just about being a fighter, but on anything that crossed his mind. Everything from his own thought process, to how to “properly” prepare an afternoon snack.

And in return, he’s always at your side and eager to listen to whatever thought crosses your mind.

Looking back, it seems like just as the two of you truly became so close, you were completely blindsided by an entire month of complete radio silence from him. It’s as if he’d just packed up and left... and it really broke your heart.

With more time passing, and one false death report later, Joseph was in for the lecture of a lifetime. He thought he’d gone through the ringer, from his grandmother alone, but nothing beats the frustrated ranting from a younger sister.

“Why didn’t you tell me!?”

“Do you have any idea how worried I was about you!?”

“Next time someone threatens your life send me a telegram! Write me a letter for crying out loud! I would’ve went to Italy straight away to kick their asses myself!”

“Don’t you dare ever leave me out of the loop again- you hear me, Joestar!?”

Joseph’s never going to forget a single word it.

And as frustrated you were, the look on your face when he also admitted to getting married without your knowledge on top of all that... he’s very lucky you love him like family.

#johnny’s work #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #battle tendency #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader #platonic reader #fem reader #fluff #sfw #headcanons #fanfiction #manga #anime #smokey brown #erina joestar #drabbles #writing

[amuelia]

I've been rereading the series since hotd and Roose going "even here, in my happy house of Harrenhal" is goddamned hysterical. Most haunted, cursed castle ever and he's doing a cute little alliteration for it. Addams family vibes.

Nskfjdjs i love his little dialogue quirks...

It’s fun to compare scenes where he talks to people above him/in tense situations/in public (like scenes with king robb), with scenes of him talking in private to people that are beneath him or that he clearly has the upper hand against... He watches his words a lot in the former and comes across polite and cold/serious (in the very high stakes red wedding chapter he barely says anything), but when he talks to the latter (scenes with Jaime, Ramsay, Theon...) he gets somewhat of an attitude since he can afford to be himself more as there are less repercussions if the other person is offended (most clearly you can see it when he talks to Reek).

He definitely has a frequent sense of humor, though often the things he says are only funny to himself, since he usually jokes about serious situations or offensive/insulting things, and sometimes even about things the other person doesn’t know about yet

“Harrion Karstark was captive here when we took the castle, did you know? I gave him all the Karhold men still with me and sent him off with Glover. I do hope nothing ill befell him at Duskendale...” [he sent him out to die] - aSoS

“ ‘Tis scarcely chivalrous to threaten your host over his own cheese and olives,” the Lord of the Dreadfort scolded. “In the north, we hold the laws of hospitality sacred still.” [several chapters later the red wedding happens] - aSoS

"Forty wayns full of foodstuffs. Casks of wine and hippocras, barrels of fresh-caught lampreys, a herd of goats, a hundred pigs, crates of crabs and oysters, a monstrous codfish … Lord Wyman likes to eat. You may have noticed." - aDwD

That prospect did not appear to please Lord Ramsay. "I laid waste to Winterfell, or had you forgotten?"     -     "No, but it appears you have … the ironmen laid waste to Winterfell, and butchered all its people. Theon Turncloak."   - aDwD

"Smitten?" Bolton laughed. "Did he use that word? Why, the boy has a singer's soul …” [about his relation to Ramsay’s mother] - aDwD

"If truth be told, the [Ramsay’s mother] was hardly worth the rope. The fox escaped as well, and on our way back to the Dreadfort my favorite courser came up lame, so all in all it was a dismal day.” - aDwD   

He’s also eloquent and has a very well-chosen way with words, fond of making sentences with words that have a nice rhythm/sound together (like the alliteration you sent); he also likes to impart “wisdoms” on people (statements about “how things are” or “should be done”), and it appears important to him that he comes across as witty and intelligent

"—my lord, when you should have said m'lord. Your tongue betrays your birth with every word you say. If you want to sound a proper peasant, say it as if you had mud in your mouth, or were too stupid to realize it was two words, not just one." - aDwD

“A peaceful land, a quiet people, that has always been my rule." [he actually says this twice in the chapter, so clearly it’s something he thinks is wise] - aDwD

"He should be. Fear is what keeps a man alive in this world of treachery and deceit.” - aDwD

“Boy lords are the bane of any House.” - aDwD

Also fun to see how much he starts dominating conversations when he really gets into it... He’s a very talkative guy especially when he gets to either tell a story from his perspective or impart some hypothesis (like his long explanation to Jaime about what he thinks Vargo Hoat’s motives are)

#sorry this got so long... you inspired me to reread some scenes #asks #anonymous #asoiaf #roose bolton #asoiaf meta

[freelancearsonist]

Storms

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Rated PG for literally the fluffiest fic you’ll ever read with just a tiny dabble of angsty references on upside down trauma

1,290 Words

A/N: hi 🥺 it’s been a while but i’m hoping to get back into the groove of things and start making more content. it’s been tough for a while, thank you so much to everyone who has been supporting me. ily all 🩷

Eddie never thought he’d find someone who hates thunderstorms as much as he does—and he was damned near positive that no one hates them more than him.

He’s been wrong before this, and he’ll probably be wrong again (although he’ll never admit to it).

The funniest part is, he never would’ve guessed that you’re afraid of anything, least of all storms. His partner is the bravest person he’s ever known, and it just doesn’t seem real. Not only are you perfect for him, but you validate the fear that he’s most insecure about. After all, if you’re afraid of storms, they must be pretty fucking scary.

But he remains in the dark about this secret of yours until about three months into your relationship. The night of an absolutely torrential downpour on the tail end of the driest summer Hawkins has ever seen.

The kind of storm that Eddie would normally be petrified during, because he can feel the trailer rocking from the violent wind, he can hear the pounding of fat rain drops on the tin roof, he can see the crackle of heat lightning across the sky and hear the boom of thunder just a mere second later, warning him that the storm is far closer than will allow comfort.

But this particular storm doesn’t even exist to him. What normally would bring back horrible memories of a place he never wants to see again doesn’t even phase him tonight. His senses are blind to anything but the sound of your fuzzy, teary voice through the receiver of his corded landline. And when the landline gives out, almost positively because of the storm, he doesn’t hesitate to jump in his van and haul ass to your apartment on the other side of town.

In hindsight, he’ll laugh over this decision because it was probably in the top ten most dangerous things he’s done without even realizing it. He hydroplanes the entire way to your place and it’s a damned miracle that he doesn’t roll his van.

None of that matters to him, though. He has tunnel vision and his only mission is to get to you, to comfort you. To show you how much he loves you, even though he hasn’t been brave enough to admit it yet.

He has to practically break down your door in order to be heard over the storm, and he’s soaked to the bone by the time you open up and let him in.

He can’t do anything but grin at the way your tears instantly halt, at the way your pupils expand and your lips tilt up in a smile at just the mere sight of him. He’s finely tuned in to how your body reacts to him, and he can’t get enough of it.

“Thought you could use some company,” he says, because he can’t think of a better line. No one has ever had that effect on him before you—the ability to disable his quick wit and snarky attitude. It’s disarming and addicting all at once to him, the way you mentally strip him bare.

“Yeah. Yeah, I could,” it comes out as a half-chuckle because you’re so shocked and relieved you can barely process what’s happening. You never thought you’d have a knight in shining armor—it’s a stereotype that just isn’t your style. Yet Eddie fits it so perfectly it’s hard to deny. He always knows exactly what you need, whether it’s bringing you lunch from your favorite restaurant without even telling him you’re having a bad day, or listening and commenting on your recounting of a horrible interaction you had at work. He never has to ask what you need, he just knows. And he always manages to save the day.

You notice the guitar case slung over his shoulder, and your heart pounds a little bit. He hardly ever takes it out of his house—only for gigs and practices. It’s his most prized possession and he guards it with his life. The fact that he feels comfortable and safe enough with you to bring what you lovingly refer to as “his main girlfriend” with him makes your chest swell with affection.

“I can’t believe you came all the way in this storm, Eddie. You could’ve gotten hurt.” You try not to think about that, after almost losing him in the spring. Nothing has ever terrified you more than his accident did. He almost died before you got a chance to confess your feelings, and as stupid as it is, you expect every day to get the phone call that he had another accident. That this time, he didn’t just make it out with some gnarly scars and bad nightmares.

You stop yourself from spiraling any further and hustle down the hallway to fetch the poor shivering man some towels to warm up and dry off with.

“Did you come to serenade me?” You ask with a nod to his beloved guitar.

He chuckles as he gratefully receives the stack of towels you bestow him with, fussing about him so you can cocoon him to the best of your capabilities.

“No. I was worried about you when the phones went out. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

The thoughtfulness of this statement makes your heart ache with affection. You’ve come so close so many times to telling him you love him before realizing that it’s really soon and he might not feel the same, and this is just another moment added to that list.

“However,” he adds with that trademark boyish smirk, “I could probably be persuaded to play for you. If you ask very nicely.”

“I definitely think I can do that,” you say with a grin, and just like that the storm is forgotten.

You manage to find some clothes in your closet that are big enough for him, and once his wet clothes are hung over the shower curtain rod to drip dry in your bathroom and he’s changed into his new dry outfit, he splays on the living room floor and pulls you down to join him.

“You know what’s missing?” He asks, more rhetorical than not. “A shit ton of blankets and cushions.”

You know exactly what he’s hinting at, so you obediently scurry off to find all the fort supplies you can procure.

It takes the better part of an hour to construct what Eddie dubs “the storm shelter”, and even then it’s shoddy construction due to the fact that you don’t have a very good variety of materials to work with. But you’re both proud of it nonetheless, and you can both comfortably sit up inside which is the most important part.

The storm subsides a little before midnight, but neither of you notice; it’s safe and storm-free inside the shelter you built together.

Eddie rewards your efforts with a serenade as promised, strumming the chord softly on his guitar while he looks down in awe at where you’re resting your head in his lap. You look so peaceful and happy and he never would’ve thought in a million years he’d be able to affect someone like that. He never figured he would be a refuge or a comfort. But again, you’ve proved him wrong. You’ve never felt safer anywhere than you do in his arms.

It’s a whisper between soft acoustic versions of AC/DC songs. So quiet you’re almost worried he won’t hear it, and you won’t have the courage to say it any louder.

But he hears it, and he has to restrain himself from breaking out in the most excited and embarrassing happy dance ever performed.

Instead, he whispers back through a beaming smile, “I love you too.”

THE END

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The Clone Wars 5.18 ‘The Jedi Who Knew Too Much' Reaction

I always like trying to spot which characters are in the background of big group scenes like this. So far I’ve spotted 3 admirals (Coburn, Yularen and Tarkin), assorted jedi, Master Sinube, Kit Fisto, Bail Organa and I think that’s Mon Mothma as well. 

Oh, hi again Barriss. Fancy seeing you here again! Funny that we keep meeting like this after so long.

I think that’s Ki-Adi-Mundi and Plo next to Barriss.

So, Barriss killed one of her childhood mentors? I’m probably going to collate my thoughts on Barriss at the end of this arc, rather than scattering them across various recaps. But so much of her characterisation here doesn’t make sense and doesn’t feel right, at all.

I’m not sure if I mentioned this in the recaps when Barriss first appeared, but why is she British?

There’s a shot of 6 beams of light going up from the floor so I’m presuming that means 6 Jedi died in the temple bombings, which seems like an awfully large amount. What were 6 Jedi doing in a hanger of the temple? 1 or 2, maybe 3 at a stretch, makes sense, but 6? I’m guessing this is a story telling decision to make it more impactful, rather than for any logical in-universe reason.

I really despise Tarkin.

Oh, so now the deaths of clones are convenient for you Tarkin. “Military matter” my arse.

Who are the military police? Is that not the Coruscant Guard? I know the general fandom take is that the Corries are saddled with having to do everything but is that the case in canon?

Ahsoka’s angry attitude is definitely going to come back and bite her in the arse later.

“Remember, revenge is not the Jedi way.” says the future DARTH VADER

“Nothing will ever change.” FORESHADOWING KLAXON

Ok, Tarkin is getting very close to being up there with Krell and Nolan. His fucking contemptuous finger waggle at Ahsoka. Ugh.

“I assure you that he [Palps] rarely does anything without a strategy.” Oh, if only you knew Tarkin. Or maybe he does? Hmmm.

Is Barriss a Jedi Knight here or is she still a Padawan? I haven’t seen Luminara anywhere so I’m guessing she’s a Knight by now.

Barriss seems a lot more conflicted and upset than I thought for someone that’s just bombed the Jedi temple and killed a childhood mentor who clearly meant a lot to her. Maybe she’s regretting what she’s done? Hmmm, not sure.

Saleucami! I hope Cut and Suu and the kids are doing ok.

Lmao that ominous brass section was not subtle. FOREBODING KLAXON

Why do they have the Venator shipping yards next to the prison?

That shot of the prison felt very Imperial Empire. All stark architecture, sharp shadows, black and white lighting, red flags and giant symbols everywhere. It’s interesting how Imperial iconography and visuals are starting to creep into Republic locations and situations. Something something visual metaphor about the end approaching.

Why is the memorial to the clones outside the prison? Or is this not the prison and is some other building? Is this the same clone memorial that Crosshair and Cody have their little chat in front of in The Bad Batch?

Corries! Wow, they do all match and have exactly the same armour paint. 

FOX!

That grumpy “Yes?” spoke volumes.

Fox, can you not cross your arms properly? What was that? I’m guessing it was more of a functional animation limitation than Fox not actually being unable to cross his arms. Insert your own fandom theories here about injuries that Palps inflicted on him while torturing him or similar that meant he can't cross his arms. Maybe he's got Force lightning burns across his back and it's painful and pulls when he moves too much.

The scan has Ahsoka standing there with her arms out but then the next shot of her is with her arms crossed? Continuity, hello?

At “Leave your comlink and lightsabers here.” Fox gestures down with his index and middle finger outstretched next to each other and oh boy did my mind go straight to the horny bin.

“Follow me.” Omg Fox did you have to say that in such a low, husky voice? That had a distinct feel of ‘Come with me if you want to live’ about it. If Fox basically whispered that to me it’d be “Sir, yes Sir, immediately Sir, however you want me Sir.”

The reference to the first 4 notes of the Imperial March theme there was pretty damn obvious. I remember reading a really interesting theory that Fox was a prototype for Vader and basically functioned as Palps’ attack dog before he turned Anakin to the Dark Side. I wish I could find it again because it was a fascinating read and might explain the presence of the Imperial March here. The music for the entire scene from when Ahsoka entered the prison was particularly foreboding, which makes sense seeing as it’s a prison. However, I’m not entirely sure who the theme is referencing because I don’t think it’s Ahsoka and Anakin isn’t here. Or perhaps it’s just adding to the general foreboding atmosphere. It’s entirely possible I’m reading too much into this.

Surely there are cameras and microphones recording this information that Letta is telling Ahsoka?

Is Barriss Force choking Letta from outside the prison? If so, then she’s fallen quite a long way to the Dark side because that seems like quite a powerful use of the Force.

That shot from the camera in the cell is definitely going to make it look like Ahsoka is the one choking Letta. And how convenient, the feed from that camera just cut out too.

Lmao Fox didn’t even hesitate. He was ready to fuck shit up. 

Oh hey, Fox also duel wields. 

Hmmm, I’m not sure how I feel about Fox immediately arresting Ahsoka. I think this is another example of the struggle I have with canon Fox vs fanon Fox. I’m going to have to collate my thoughts on that somewhere as well, probably after the chip conspiracy arc *sobs*. I think I’ve come to the realisation that I’m going to have to treat them as completely separate characters. I adore the version of Fox that the fandom has created. And every time I see the tiny bits of canon Fox that we get, it’s almost like a disappointment compared to the depth and layers of fanon Fox, to the point that canon Fox almost feels out of character. I know he doesn’t have any choice in the matter (none of the clones do) and I’m viewing this from an outside perspective looking in. I guess it’s more of an interesting conundrum to be aware of.

That shot of the prison felt even more evil Imperial Empire than the first one.

Great, fucking Tarkin again. Accompanied by hints of the Imperial March while marching down a stark corridor with harsh, ominous lighting. Definitely leaning on the Imperial Empire visuals this episode.

Called it. The footage from the cell is being used to frame Ahsoka as choking Letta. And the sound didn’t work either. How convenient.

Called it again. Tarkin using Ahsoka’s earlier attitude against her. Attitude doesn’t feel like the right word but it’s far too early in the morning and I can’t think of the right one.

Tarkin makes understandable points if this was some kind of detached, impersonal debate about an imaginary situation. But it’s not. He’s just being a deliberately abusive bastard. Definitely getting up there with Krell and Nolan.

Anakin being very Dark Side there when threatening Fox.

Who is helping Ahsoka escape? Is it Barriss? I don’t think it’s Anakin because he arrives after Ahsoka escapes. Plus clones were killed and injured and while we just saw Anakin threaten them and be all very Dark Side about it, I don’t think he’s fallen far enough to that level of Sithliness yet. 

Utterly unnecessary acrobatics but ok.

“If you see the target, shoot to kill.” Oh no, that is some painful foreshadowing right there.

Fucking yes, thank you Rex. Knew we could count on Rex to believe in Ahsoka. 

“Then who did?” Fox asking the question we’re all wondering.

Why is Anakin telling Rex to call security when Fox, the Commander of the Coruscant Guard, is right there? Surely he is the security?

How does Anakin telling Rex to tell security to search the entire base translate to an all-points bulletin on Ahsoka?

You can really tell from Rex’s voice how much this is affecting him. How he can’t believe that Ahsoka could do this. It was almost like he didn’t want to issue the order that he had to. I’m really glad that someone apart from Anakin believes Ahsoka, and that it’s Rex. Of course we could rely on our king. He can’t actually do anything to help her though. None of the clones can. They’re slaves. They have to follow orders. But at least we actually get to see that Rex doesn’t believe Ahsoka is capable of this and that he believes her, and believes in her. We’ve seen Rex’s belief and trust in Ahsoka crop up a few times now. The most obvious being his defence of her to Tarkin in the Citadel arc. 

Complete switch of tone but Rex, do you ever clean your armour? I know he’s busy fighting a war and all that but I’ve noticed his armour being especially dirty in a number of episodes now. It’s particularly noticeable on his bucket. That’s a lot of gunk and grime across the top of his visor.

Wtf is that giant vehicle and isn’t that just a little bit of overkill for trying to find one Jedi Padawan? I feel like there’s a point about excessive police violence in there somewhere.

So many of the shots of the prison feel very Imperial Empire. They’d barely have to change anything to make the switch from the Republic to the Empire. That’s probably the point too.

Grizzer!

Hound sounded distinctly Aussie there. More funkiness happening with the clones' accents.

Thunder and lightning? That is hilariously on the nose.

Clone troopers shooting like stormtroopers. Fanon Fox would not stand for this lack of accuracy from his Corries. He has standards and he expects them to be met.

Jhc they just used a canon to fire on a child. Fuck me that is far too excessive.

“Set weapons to stun.” The foreshadowing is causing me great, deep pain.

Ahsoka is deflecting stun bolts so I’m guessing the training that happens in episode 5 ‘Practice Makes Perfect’ of Tales of the Jedi has happened already? I wish I could find a resource of where all these episodes happen in the timeline and around which dates they happen as well.

We need to talk about the kama, because I am now utterly befuddled about which clones can get one. 

Hound has a kama, but he’s an ARF (Advanced Recon Force) Scout Trooper. 

The other ARF trooper in the Coruscant Guard also has a kama. 

Fox has a kama and he’s a clone commander and the Commander of the Coruscant Guard but he isn’t listed as having ARC training. 

I think I’ve seen other Corrie Guard commanders with kama’s as well. 

Rex, Fives and Echo (and eventually Jesse) all have kama's and they are ARCs. 

Cody is a clone commander and The Marshal Commander but he doesn’t have a kama and isn’t listed as having ARC training (I cannot believe that The Marshal Commander Cody doesn’t have ARC training but that’s another point for another time). 

Ponds had a kama and was a clone commander but isn’t listed as having ARC training. 

Bly is a Marshal Commander and has ARC training and has a kama. 

Wolffe is a clone commander and has a kama but isn’t listed as having ARC training (I also can’t believe that Wolffe doesn’t have ARC training either but that’s the same point as Cody so for another time). 

Keeli was a captain, not a commander, isn’t listed as having ARC training but did have a kama. 

So what decides whether a clone can have a kama or not? I thought it was an ARC thing but clearly not seeing as other clones that aren’t ARCs can have one.

They’re mobilising a giant rolling tank thing and gunships to hunt down a child? This is definitely beyond excessive. I know at this point Ahsoka is considered armed and dangerous but she’s also A Child. This just feels completely excessive and cruel. And not that far removed from the Empire, which, again, is probably the point.

And now it’s raining. Because of course it is.

“Do not shoot to kill.” I hate all of this foreshadowing. All of it.

What are these pipelines supposed to be for? I’m guessing not petrol seeing as nothing has exploded yet.

That is a lot of skill from Ahsoka to be able to deflect multiple repeated stun bolts while sprinting flat out.

Did you just really fire on a child with a fucking rocket launcher?!

Oddball, what are you doing? I know you’re just following orders but you don’t have to sound so gleeful about it. Also, why is his helmet yellow? Actually that kind of looks like 212th orange. I thought Oddball was in the 501st? A quick google says he’s in the 212th but none of the search results seem particularly definitive or legit. If he is part of the 212th, what is he doing on Coruscant? We saw Obi-Wan on a holocall at the start of the episode talking about going to the Anoat system so presumably the 212th is there, and not on Coruscant?

Is this the first time we see Ahsoka do the move of cutting a hole in the floor with her lightsaber?

Ah, so the pipes are for water. Or at least I think they are.

Anakin is looking particularly conflicted and upset throughout all of this.

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That exchange at the end between Ahsoka and Anakin was very interesting. Anakin is making some fairly reasonable and understandable points, which is intriguing given he’s characterised as the opposite of that most of the time. It’s another insight into how complex of a character he is. I think TCW has done a very good job of showing not only the depth and complexity to Anakin’s character but also how much more there was to his fall to the Dark Side. He is undoubtedly aggressive, possessive, abusive, and dangerous. Yet he’s also being groomed by a monster in a position of power that no one even notices or realises before it’s all too late. He was also a slave and had an abusive and traumatic childhood and seems to falling into the pattern of how abusees can often turn into abusers.

Amongst all of this, you can also see how much he cares for those who mean a lot to him. He and Rex are the only ones that believe Ahsoka, but Anakin is the only one in any meaningful position of power with the ability to do something about it. It’s plainly obvious how much he cares for Ahsoka.

However, that care and belief still veers too far into aggression and possession and he continues to cross the line multiple times with unacceptable actions and behaviour. I wonder if he lets Ahsoka go at the end of the episode because he trusts her or because he doesn’t know what to do?

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Ahsoka was also making wholly valid and understandable points, which I think Anakin knew as well, even as he was trying to convince her to come back. Is this the first time we hear Ahsoka call Anakin by his first name? She usually calls him ‘Master’ or ‘Skyguy’ and her use of his first name here feels particularly personal and loaded with meaning. I’m glad Ahsoka knows that at least Anakin trusts and believes her, even when no one else does.

I wanted to include this gif because look at Rex looking like James Bond in the background being framed by the pipe.

Then this gif and the two above made me realise another thing about Anakin.

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As much as Anakin cares about Ahsoka and is trying to help her, his possession and controlling is very evident here. The way he said "I would never let anyone hurt you Ahsoka" felt very much like something a domestic abuser would say after hurting their partner. Or what a possessive and controlling domestic abuser would say to their partner. There's a dangerous and desperate edge to it. You can also see Anakin doesn't agree with what Ahsoka is doing and is angry at her for not doing it his way. He thinks his way is the best way to try and fix this and of course he immediately gets pissed as soon as someone doesn't do what he says and follows what he thinks should be done. Anakin is refusing to let Ahsoka go, even while trying to help her. His possession and controlling is still here, even if it isn't as overt as when he's with Padmé.

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The voice acting throughout TCW has been pretty damn excellent and Ahsoka is no different. Ashley Eckstein did a fantastic job. But it felt like it stepped up another level, particularly in that exchange between Ahsoka and Anakin at the end. There was so much emotion and upset and betrayal in Ahsoka’s voice. 

There is the subtlest of hints of the Imperial March after Ahsoka jumps and we get a shot of Anakin, Rex and Fox at the mouth of the tunnel, followed by a shot of Ahsoka falling. It’s very subtle, probably the subtlest I’ve heard throughout the whole series but it’s definitely there. The intervals between the notes of the Imperial March are very distinct. Again, I’m not sure what it’s referencing or emphasising here. Probably Anakin seeing as he does turn into Darth Vader. But like the scene earlier where Ahsoka first enters the prison, it also feels slightly out of place. Usually when the Imperial March turns up, it’s fairly clear that it’s referring to Anakin, like when he killed Merrik in ‘Voyage of Temptation’. It could also be a misdirection to make Ahsoka appear to be falling to the Dark side. Though that doesn’t entirely make sense seeing as we know that she didn’t kill Letta and is being set up. Hmmm. 

I know it’s meant to be a big climactic ending to the episode but couldn’t Anakin just follow Ahsoka and jump down onto the ship that she’s standing on that’s floating down the giant tunnel? And couldn’t Fox just comm some Corries to follow the ship and meet it when it lands? He is the Commander of the Coruscant Guard after all.   

That episode was intense and A Lot. And there’s still 2 episodes of this arc to go. Oof.

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[yesloulou]

Ill be honest. Idk if I am making sense here but I find Daniel’s attitude and overall lack of comprehension toward the intended - subtle or not - misogyny that he’s around a MAJOR ICK!

I’m thinking of the European 🐱comment, this book etc. Daniel doesn’t come out with anything but a laugh and stunned silence instead of “hey look, let’s not objectify women” or “ah it’s a bit of fun isn’t it? For me, it’s weird, but let’s not shame the person who has written it”. In private he can laugh at as many 🐱 jokes as he wants too, he can talk all day long about how f*cking weird fanfics about him are BUT when it’s in the public eye and he has hundreds of thousands of female fans, it’s pretty gross and feels like he doesn’t care about female fans at all. (Idk if this makes sense in the way I’ve written it)

We all know he doesn’t keep up with the news (he’s said so himself) but he comes across as tone deaf sometimes. You can get away with that at 22,23 but he’s in his 30s with a girlfriend. Come on! It’s not exactly giving “I have a girlfriend and a sister and would hate for my girlfriend and sister to be spoken about like that so let’s chill with the sexist, double standard comments.”

Don’t get me wrong, he’s not the only one (Pierre is a major eyeroll) but he’s not 25, he’s old enough to know better. If this Dax book thing isn’t cut and the drug addict continues to push Daniel to talk about it then shame on Daniel for not saying no - from both his side in it being weird and for ripping apart a female who was just doing something she enjoyed

Just my take. I’ll probably get shit for this

this ask is from a week ago.. sorry about the late response 😳 also the podcast incident has been discussed many many times in the past so i really hope me answering this ask won't reopen the discourse.

pretty sure this was related to the other ask about daniel's non-confrontational personality so im just gonna go from there. if daniel were a confrontational person and he chooses to not address the host's misogynistic remarks, then i think it'd be worth discussing whether he lacks the comprehension. but he's not. in fact he resolves conflicts in the most non-confrontational way possible. and im not saying this just to make a point. when i say 'the most' i really mean non-confrontational in like an almost pathological way.

example:

this was after z*k brown fired him in the most public and disrespectful way possible, including assuring him he still has a seat when they'd already given his seat to oscar. mysterious italian man said to him 'told you not to trust zak' and he just. smiled like this.

another example:

here max can be seen getting more and more annoyed for daniel by the second. meanwhile daniel smiled bigger and bigger. and when max interrupted to defend him daniel was NOT SURPRISED AT ALL even though he had appeared totally ok with Crofty’s question up until that point

idk why he is the way he is, but to me it's very obvious he's not a confrontational person. he's like the opposite of confrontational (would literally smile bigger when he's uncomfortable/offended) idek if they have a word for that. "hey look let's not" is just not something he would say.

i do find it disappointing that he didn't call out the host for the p*ssy comment. imo a moment like that is where he (anybody) should've spoken up regardless. but i'd like to give him the benefit of the doubt and trust that he didn't react simply for the same reason he doesn't react to offensiveness/hostility in general. to me it doesn't necessarily mean he lacks the sensitivity or comprehension.

(the book thing was a whole different story tho. that book was literally erotica written about him. for him it's personal. imo he doesn't need to worry about how the writer feels at all)

#still ty for sending! #asks #* #I do hate what he said about news with a passion #lol #but I like him too much to care as long as it’s not a matter of principle 🫡 #txt

[retrieve-the-kraken]

Heartstopper season 2 play-by-play analysis

Question: what is the absolute worst? Is it:

a) dating,

b) coming out,

c) parties, or

d) all of the above…

The answer (for me) is d. And this episode has all of the above, and it was like watching a nightmare… (I went on a few dates, all of them painful, but I don’t know if that’s just the nature of dating or if it’s because I’m acespec; also parties to me make absolutely no sense; also I tried coming out multiple times and it’s been the worst anxiety I’ve experienced, each time).

But let’s see how these things go for our lovely group.

EPISODE 3 - PROMISE

- I love that they did the “I know you and Charlie are really good mates” and Otis and Sai giving him the looks, and a kissing montage playing in Nick’s head with the huge letters GOOD MATES across it. Perfection.

- Coach Singh’s whole body language after walking in on Nick and Charlie kissing. And her being protective of Nick after realizing that he’s queer. “You don’t owe them that information”. It’s so reassuring for Nick to have another queer person, a queer adult, know, and for her to tell her that he doesn’t have to live with that pressure, that it’s difficult and it won’t always go well, but it’s not an obligation.

- Nick and Charlie being cozy in the library. Two of my favorite things. More of that please.

- I can’t tell you the giddiness I felt when I saw the Pride display and saw that there was an ACE book top and center. Also I’m so happy that we got so much James, and how fucking giddy he is about hanging out with Isaac. Two little bookworms matching each other’s energies.

- I love how Tao became the worst date by trying to be the best date, following the worst online advice, changing his appearance, and being so tense about everything being perfect, that he forgot about just being himself, which is precisely what Elle likes about him.

- All Charlie and Nick needed to get through their exams and coursework was to think about Paris, and being together in Paris.

- Every time Harry appears, he usually puts an arm around someone, like grabbing them, which, as Tao rightfully pointed out last season, is a hyper-masculine way of saying “I didn’t get hugged much as a child”. So imposing and annoying. Go to therapy, Harry. Stop invading people’s spaces, Harry. (I know the other boys do it too, like Otis did to Charlie in the first episode, and to Nick in this one, but the attitude behind it is completely different. But still, boys, stop just grabbing people like that, it’s so annoying.)

- “But I love you because of how annoying you are” is one of the sweetest things you will ever hear, and I felt so bad for Tara because of how Darcy reacted, literally running away from her feelings. Poor Darcy too. I think I can relate to the automatic reaction of running away from my feelings, running away from anything that was me having to be vulnerable. It gets better, and I love that in the end it’s just practice. The more you talk about your feelings, the better you become at it.

- New favorite ship unlocked: the teachers! “Are you also regretting signing up for this?” Don’t worry, you won’t regret it at all by the end of it…

- James being all giddy asking Isaac to the party, I’m sorry but he’s adorable, and therefore I’m kinda sad about how things turn out, but I hope we get more James in the future.

- The comedic performance of Mr. Ajayi failing to get everyone’s attention in a gentle manner and Mr. Farouk having to go “QUIET!” Which in itself is so funny. (Fun fact: a teacher in Northern Ireland actually won the Guinness Book of World Records for the loudest shout, and it was her shouting “quiet” at 121 decibels, about the same as a jet engine. Mr Farouk might not be as loud, but the way he does it definitely works.)

- Darcy’s “oh dear, oh nooo” and Charlie and Nick exchanging excited looks when they’re told that boys and girls can’t share rooms is so cute. “I know, heartbreaking, isn’t it?” Mr Farouk says with a raised eyebrow.

- Poor Imogen… she needs more girlfriends.

- Tao’s new aesthetic, as much as they made him try to look out of character, just… works… love the whole outfit, the whole vibe. He looks like he’d be in a Wes Anderson film, so it’s very appropriate that they’re going to one.

- And Darcy going “oh duuuuh”, just the worst‼ And Charlie shouting “your hair’s amazing!”

- I love the stark contrast between Tara’s outfit and Tori’s outfit, and I love them both.

- “Look after him or you die”. Aw Tori, being a good older sister. I want more Nick and Tori interactions.

- The comically large popcorns. “I hope you didn’t cut it for me”. Tao’s little laugh but then his look of terrible realization. Then his terrible attempts at being flirty. And then his whole rant about “they’re kids, so it’s obviously not going to last long term”, big foreshadowing.

- Sahar’s makeup and jacket, so cute. Metallic blue eyeshadow. The makeup game in this season is top notch.

- What is up with those boys pulling Charlie away? Seriously, what is this masculine impulse of throwing your arm around someone's shoulder, even when you don't know them???

- And what is up with Sai’s reaction to Nick saying “I need to talk to you guys”? This is a lot like the party in the first season, when Nick realizes that he’s not really the partying type, and he just wants to hang out with Charlie and talk. Here he just wants to talk to his friends and tell them something, but it is like the worst moment to do it, and he’s already feeling ill about the idea of doing it, and he’s really not the big loud party type of guy.

- Tao being so pent up about this one date going wrong. They’re both kids, like the protagonists in Moonrise Kingdom, and they really thought that it would work out from the beginning, and they’re upset that it didn’t, and that it must mean that it will never work.

- “I’m fundamentally unlikeable”. “I liked the old Tao”.

- Tori is so mean in that instant, but we get that it hinges on her fear of Charlie being hurt again, being bullied again.

- After a second viewing, the only overblown comment going around Nick’s head is Tori going “you’re bisexual, so you’re going to cheat on my brother?” (I know that the media tends to have a terrible habit of portraying bisexual characters as promiscuous, which is why Nick is such a lovely change, so I would get why this is insinuated here. But… not from Tori, and so far in the show, at least from my perspective, there hasn’t been anyone insinuating that Nick’s bisexuality makes him unreliable or promiscuous, but especially not Tori. Unless this has to do with a deleted scene... In any case, I expected him to think of her as accusing him of letting Charlie get hurt or something). But all the other things he hears in his head are spot on.

- Charlie coming in hot and shoving Harry away, because he probably still feels bad about not helping Nick when he was confronted with his brother.

- That one-on-one scene between Joe and Olivia is peak perfect Charlie-Sara interaction. More please.

- Also, is it me, or does Sara wear a lot of yellow? She's sunshine personified. (it's curious that, one of the few times we don't see Sara in yellow, is in season 1 when she's wearing blue when Nick is telling her about the date with Imogen, and she says "don't worry, the right girl will come along", and it might just confirm my theory that light blue represents heteronormativity, but coming from a person who turns out to be supportive).

- Nick and Charlie being all cozy, and Nick tiredly saying that he enjoyed Charlie telling Harry to piss off. And Charlie’s whole talk about that weird obligation we feel to come out to friends and family the moment you realize you’re not straight. I think it’s so lovely that the comic and the show emphasize this so much, because so often in media it’s become a whole thing about how you’re supposed to come out, and for it to be this big announcement, as if otherwise you're lying to everyone if you don't, and as if everything is going to be alright from now on as soon as you come out, and as if not coming out means that you’re afraid and a coward. And I love how much this season works through that, with Coach Singh and Charlie and Sara telling Nick that he doesn’t owe it to anyone. This whole season was perfect because of that.

This episode is brought to you by Date Dread™, Coming Out Anxiety™ and Party Fear™ (not just a Raleigh Ritchie song with which I identify way too much...)

#heartstopper #heartstopper season 2 #heartstopper tv #heartstopper netflix #heartstopper analysis #heartstopper play-by-play analysis #nick and charlie #nick x charlie

[cherryauts]

Head in the Clouds | Cumulus x Male!reader

Summary: “Well,” her tail wraps around my thigh, “I’ve been needing some company. To be blunt, I was hoping you’d stay the night with me, possibly more.”

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Based on @purlty's design of Cumulus.

Word Count: 4235

Tags/Warnings: First Person, Oral(giving), anal penetration (receiving), oviposition/eggs, mommy dom, loss of virginity, docking.

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I stared across the room, everything blurring around me as I could only stare at her. Her long, thick hair swayed perfectly as she moved. The mask she wore fit her face perfectly and so did the suit she wore, fitting tight on her body to show all her curves. I jumped at the sudden slam of a bag on the table in front of me, my eyes shooting up to the man in front of me. 

“Wakey, wakey,” Damon chuckled. 

I sighed. “You scared the fuck out of me.” I pushed his bag aside, folding my arms on the table. He rolled his eyes, sitting in the empty chair beside me. 

“Are you still just staring at her?” He laughed.

I hummed in response.

“Come on, haven't you even talked to her yet?” He pressed.

“Well, a bit.” 

Damon stared further into me, expecting something more. “Dude. You gotta do something.”

“What makes you think anything would happen?” I sighed. “I’m just some dude. She’s a ghoul, a part of the band.”

“You won’t be getting laid with that attitude.” He rolled his eyes, opening his bag as he took a glance at her. 

This ghoul in question? It was Cumulus; she was one of the keyboardists of the band, although she also did backup vocals. I’ve heard her voice before on its own and wow, cheesy, but she did sound like an angel. We hadn’t talked much, and it felt odd to be this head over heels for her. I looked to my left, scooting over as James came to sit with us. 

“You both up to anything fun?” He asked.

“Nope-” I was cut off.

“Dipstick here still doesn’t have the balls to talk to Cumulus.” Damon leaned over to look at James.

“Oh? What a coincidence. I think I have just the thing to help.” James reached a hand down into his bag, pulling out a heart-shaped box filled with small daisies taped to the front.

I looked at the two in disbelief. “Seriously?”

“Her favorite flowers are daisies.” Damon smiled.

James followed after him. “And her favorite type of chocolate is dark.” He slid the box of chocolate towards me.

I looked down at the dark red material. “Guys... I appreciate it, but really, it’s a mistake to try.” I chuckled, a sense of loss in my voice as I tried to clear my throat. 

“You never know until you try,” James reassured me. “You should try and talk to her before bed. Flowers would be fresh.” He stood back up, moving his bag over his shoulder.

“Thank you.” I smiled, playing with the ribbon tied around the flower stems. “I’ll try.”

Damon patted my back, grabbing his stuff as he stood. “Go get your dick wet.” 

Encouraging words. Sarcasm intended. It was always like being around teenagers who figured out sex words, but always entertaining. I looked up from the table, seeing Cumulus gone. She must've gone back to her room. I did want to hand this to her before it was too late. The daisies seemed freshly picked, and I didn’t know how long they could go without water.

I stood up, pushing my chair in before walking down the long halls. 

Brothers and Sisters weren’t allowed to be near the ghouls' quarters, but here I was. I tried to shake the growing feeling of anxiety, every step I took down the hall, every glance at a door to see if it was hers. Was I really going to face her? Even if I was just simply making a kind gesture; I was breaking a rule to come and do it.

I stared at the next door coming up, a sign reading ‘Cumulus’ coming into my vision. My grip tightened on the box as my hand rose to knock on the door. I hesitated. Why was it so hard to move my hand? I sighed, letting it drop as my eyes flickered around the door. I noticed some light seeping through a crack in the door; it wasn’t shut all the way.

My hand pressed against the door, slowly pushing it open. “Cumulus? It’s brother-..” A lump was caught in my throat as the door swung the rest of the way open; Cumulus stood not far from the door, in nothing but a light pink one-piece with a sheer robe wrapped loosely around her body. She turned to face me, seemingly surprised by my presence. “I’m sorry- I‌- I thought it.. well-” I tried to find what to say but stumbled over my words, my face growing increasingly red.

Her face twisted in a smile, her lips parting as she laughed. “I knew you were coming.” 

“You did?” 

“Mhm,” she hummed. “I heard you and your friends talking.” Her tail swayed from side to side in perfect rhythm as she approached me. I could feel my heart in my throat. Her tail wrapped around my waist, pulling me further into her room so she could shut the door behind me.

“I just wanted to bring these to you.” I hesitantly held out my arm, showing the box of chocolates to her. She perked up, letting out a cat-like trill. 

Cumulus took the box from me, examining the daisies on top. She had a smile on her face as her tail unwrapped from me, wagging happily. “Oh, I love these.” She put it off on her dresser.

My eyes flickered around, not exactly knowing where to look. She looked so pretty, but I didn’t want to seem rude by staring. “It’s starting to get late. I should get back before I’m caught here.” I chuckled nervously, rubbing my arm.

“Right, you’re not supposed to be here in the first place.” She smiled, her fangs poking out from her lips. “I’ll keep it to myself.”

I let out an internal sigh of relief, although I doubted she’d tell anyone either way. She’s always been so sweet. 

“Although, to keep that little secret. Maybe we could do something for each other.” She continued.

“Do what for each other?” I asked, watching her curiously as she paced around me, looking me up and down. 

“Well,” her tail wraps around my thigh, “I’ve been needing some company. To be blunt, I was hoping you’d stay the night with me, possibly more.” 

I froze in place as her tail traveled higher up my thigh, getting dangerously close to my groin. 

Cumulus circled behind me, her mouth close to my neck as she spoke. “I’d hope you join me. You are quite cute.”

“Really..?” I perked at the thought.

“Of course,” she giggled. “I wouldn’t lie to you, would I?”

I shook my head, knowing she never would. “I...I would like that then.” I gave a nervous smile.

“Perfect.” She chirped. She began to leave light kisses over my skin.

I bit down on my tongue, her chest pressing into my back. Her hands moved down to mine, leading me closer to her bed. “I have just the thing for you.” She hummed, her hands moving to suddenly start unbuttoning my shirt. She pulled it over my shoulders and down my arms, moving it to the bench at the foot of her bed.

Cumulus pulled away from my body, her hands slipping down my chest as she walked to the side of her bed. I stood in place, watching her curiously as she dug through a drawer. She turned back to face me and I saw what was in her hands; it was a collar and leash.

“I- Is that.. for me?” I stuttered over my words, staring at the equipment.

She giggled, walking back to me. Unclipping the collar, she fiddled with the leather, “I thought you would like it.” She reached up, wrapping the cool leather around my neck. It was now strapped onto my neck; but not too tight. “How’s that?”

“Good.” I mumbled with a nod, heat spreading across my face.

“Good,” Cumulus repeated. Her hand reached up to clip on the leash, and she slid her hand down it, giving a slight tug. 

I stumbled forward, catching myself right in front of her face. Her lips parted to let out a short laugh, I could see her fangs poking out. A lump sat in my throat that I tried to swallow. With both hands on the leash, she guided me further down until I was forced onto my knees. 

A smile was plastered on her face. Letting the leash hang over her wrist, she grabbed onto the fabric of her one piece. I watched with wide eyes as she pulled it over the bulk of her chest, her heavy breasts hanging free from the restrictive fabric. 

“See something you like?” She teased, swaying her body. My eyes followed the slight swing of her chest, making her laugh. 

Heat spread across my face, and I forced myself to look away. I couldn’t deny it though, her chest looked perfect in every way. “I do.”

“And what would that be, little one?”

“All of you.” I glance at her body. 

Her expression softened, and she let out a soft purr at the compliment. “Thank you.” Hums slipped from her closed lips as she continued to pull the fabric from her body until the pink suit fell to her ankles.

I took in the rest of her naked body, getting a full; yet close view. I could see the fur that lined over her skin. The white patterns of cloud-like shapes tainted random spots of her gray fur. Her heart-shaped tail coiled up behind her as my eyes traveled down ‌to the trail under her navel, spreading further into a soft-looking mound of fur. I tried to hide the steadily growing bulge in my pants with both hands, quickly looking back up at her face.

She tossed her clothing to the side, wrapping the leather around her hand to keep a tight hold. With a quick tug, I was forced forward. My heart pounded in my throat. My face was pressed up into her muff. I didn’t know what to do- I mean; I knew what to do, but what if I did it wrong? Do I have to ask her? Wait for her to tell me-? 

“Use your tongue.” She spoke, breaking me from my thoughts.

I gave a nod that only pushed my nose up into her clit, making her shiver. My head rolled back to let my tongue hang from my mouth. I pressed between her folds, letting my tongue explore her wet heat. A tinge of sweetness hit my taste buds. She tasted so good. I run my tongue up to her clit, feeling it swell and throb in arousal. 

Her hand moved down to run her clawed fingers through my hair. “Mm, just like that.” She reassured me.

I continued the treatment, letting my eyes close. I took her clit between my lips, suckling softly. The way her bud throbbed in my mouth mixed with her sweet taste was driving me insane; I needed more. Without a command or another tug of the leash; I bowed my head down, diving my tongue as deep as I could into her. 

A cat-like trill escaped her throat, the sudden pleasure causing her to grip onto the leash, keeping my face pressed into her. Her arousal spread across my face, dripping down my chin. 

I thrust my tongue as quickly as I could in and out of her, feeling her claws poke at my scalp in an attempt to cling to my hair. Her hips rocked back in rhythm with my own movements as I desperately licked up whatever taste of her I could get; swallowing down her arousal like it was the only water in a desert. 

She quivered above me, having to lean back against to bed to keep herself steady. “S...So eager... Good boy..” She stuttered out between moans. With a grip on my hair, she guided my face back from her hole and to her throbbing clit.

I eagerly took the swollen bud back into my mouth, working my tongue around the stiff flesh to find where made her squirm the most. A flick of my tongue across her tip sent her hips bucking and a moanful cry from her lips. I took turns sucking along her clit and flicking my tongue on her sensitive bud, making sure not to leave any place untouched. 

“Fuck- Keep going baby,” she cried, “I’m so close!”

My eyes peeked open to look at the sight above me, wanting to watch her as she came. I sucked along her clit before flicking my tongue side to side on it. 

“Hahh! Yes yes yes!” She repeated, cursing under her breath.

Her clit throbbed heavily on my tongue and her hips spasmed, bucking back into my mouth. I watched her eyes roll back and her mouth hang open as she let out a cry of bliss; cum painting over my mouth and chin as her orgasm rolled over her. I greedily swallowed down whatever hit my mouth, swiping my tongue along her folds to gather what I had missed.

Pulling away, I sat back on my knees. I licked up what I could from around my mouth, looking up at Cumulus. Her eyes were closed as she sat back on the bed, gathering her breath. Her body twitched now and then, recovering from the orgasm. I eagerly looked up at her as her eyes peeked open to look back at me.

A smile spread across her face. “You did very well.” She hummed. Her fingers soaked through strands of my hair, massaging at my scalp. It felt so nice, it was almost like I could start purring. “Let’s get you on the bed now,” she continued; using the leash to guide me up onto my feet. 

With not-so-shaky legs, she stood. I looked down to watch her hands; she unbuckled my belt, pulling it from the straps. Letting it fall where my shirt lay, she unbuttoned my pants. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, the tight feeling on my erection now gone as my pants were removed.

She stared down at the bulge in my briefs, heat spreading to my face. Why was she just staring? Was I not big enough for her taste? Anxiety crept up on me and I shifted in place, pressing my legs together.

“Quite a nice size for someone so small.” She suddenly spoke, taking the bulk of my bulge in her hand through the fabric. “Hefty too,” she giggled, pushing her palm against it.

“I am..?” I almost whispered.

She hummed in agreement, “Size isn’t an issue to me, little one. You did well enough with your tongue.” 

“Thank you... Mommy.” I froze as the word slipped from my mouth. “I’m sorry- I..” I tripped over my words, my face bright red as I tried to talk my way out of what just came from me.

She looked at me blankly before letting out a laugh, “I’m sorry, just, that’s not the first time I’ve heard that.” She covered her mouth in an attempt to stop her giggle fit. “If you really want to call me mommy, it’s not an issue to me.” 

I nodded, trying to wipe the embarrassing heat off my face.

“Now, where was I?” She cooed. With my attention back to her; she played at the waistband of my briefs, pulling them down to fall to my ankles.

I let out a slight hiss as my cock sprang free, slapping up against my stomach as it throbbed and twitched.

“Oh my.” She giggled, getting a good look at my size.

I was guided onto the bed, sitting beside her with her hand back on my cock. Her hands were soft over my stiff length, although a rougher texture rubbed into my sensitive flesh; making my breath hitch. It had only now occurred to me that her hands were laced with textured paddings, like the paws of a cat or dog. The mix of textures felt odd; but so good.

She sat up onto her knees, moving her other hand to my chest and pushing me down. Her hands moved to each side of my thighs, pushing my legs open. I stared down in anticipation of what she was doing, a whine escaping my lips. She giggled, shifting closed until I felt the heat and wetness of her pussy right over me. My cock eagerly twitched and I let out another pitiful whine in desperation.

Her tongue clicked at my impatience, but gave into what I wanted; pressing her wet folds down into me. She gave a purr, rolling her hips to spread her arousal. I couldn’t describe the feeling, it was so good on me, so much better than just a hand or a toy. 

“Mommy~” I whined, my hips bucking back into her. So close to slipping in, fuck I needed it. Her hips stilled, lifting above me. I panted, looking up at her quickly. 

She only tsked, shaking her head teasingly, “I didn’t say you could move, did I?”

I chew on the inside of my lip, “No..?” I answered hesitantly. 

“That’s right.” She cooed, only to press herself back on my cock. I suddenly felt something push into me, earning a sigh of relief from Cumulus. I watched with wide eyes as a long phallic-looking shape expressed from her cunt. It curved up in excitement, leaking a transparent liquid from its widened tip. My head tilted, watching the slimy flesh in curiosity. 

Her hand moved onto mine, guiding my fingers around it. “No need to be afraid of an ovicock, dear.” She spoke.

“Ovi.. cock?” I repeated.

“Mhm. It’s how we lay our eggs. Mostly infertile.” She giggled, lightly stroking my hand on her cock. “It makes a great filling.” She continued.

Wait, filling? My eyes traced back up to her face, looking into her lust-filled eyes. Was she going to fuck me? Wasn’t that supposed to be my job -- I let out a gasp; watching as her opened tip teased along mine.

Cumulus moaned above me, sliding my cock into the hole of hers. It fit almost perfectly, not stretching her out but filling her hole just right. She sat up on her knees to lean over me slightly. With a hand on her ovicock, she rocked her hips forward. My cock now covered in her arousal, slid with ease in and out of her.

The more she slid down, the tighter her walls were around me, making me buck my hips up with a moan. She let out a hiss, pulling back. My cock flopped back onto my stomach, dripping in slime that tainted my skin below.

“I can’t take this anymore.” She spoke. Grabbing onto my thighs again; she pushed them up and open, moving a pillow underneath my hips.

“Ah, wait! Please..” I looked up at her with watery eyes.

She quickly stopped, afraid she did something wrong. “I’m sorry, did I..?”

“No, no. I just.. haven’t had anything that big in me before.” I reassured her despite my red face and wet eyes, embarrassed by the situation at hand.

She relaxed from my words, hovering over me to rest both hands on my cheeks. Her thumbs wiped away my tears and her fingers coarse through my hair. “It’s okay to be nervous,” she cooed. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“I want it though.” I quickly replied.

Her face softened, pulling away to sit on her knees. “We’ll take it slow, okay?”

I nodded, shifting on the bed to lay flat; aside from the pillow that kept my hips up. Her hands trailed over my thighs, helping spread them open once more. The soft feeling of her fur and pads traced my sides and chest, exploring my body. Barely noticing the feeling of her ovicock rubbing against my hole.

A soft whimper escaped my lips, feeling the sudden stretch as she coaxed her tip into me. Her cock was wet enough to act as lube itself, leaving no rough feeling inside of me as she continued to slowly push in. I let out a hiss as the bulk of her cock pushed through.

“It’s okay. You’re doing so well.” She cooed; moving a free hand to caress my cheek. 

“Mommy~” with a whine, I held onto her arm and took deep breaths. It felt so long until she finally stopped, managing to push her whole length into me. She was so deep, it made my body shiver and twitch every time I shifted; trying not to gasp at the feeling of her inside of me. 

“Look at that, you took it all like a good boy.” 

I pant, looking up at her with glassy eyes. “Feels so good..” I mumbled. My eyes slip shut, relaxing into the feeling of her hand rubbing my chest. I gave her a nod once I was ready, feeling the pain and discomfort subside as I grew used to her size. 

Her hips fell back, only to rock forward again; slowly thrusting in and out of me. She slid her hands down my body, grasping onto my hips for balance as she moved, light moans coming from her lips. 

My body lightly bounced at the thrusts of her hips gaining speed. My cock bobbed over my stomach, leaking precum down my length and over my skin. Our pants and moans filled the room around us, along with the faint sound of her arousal-coated cock sliding in and out of me. I could feel the slimy liquid spread around my hole, her rougher thrusts sending it everywhere on us.

“Shit!” I whimpered. My hand darted down to grab at her wrist. Cumulus rocked forward, pushing my legs up with her hips. Her hips slamming into mine now echoed throughout the room. The new angle allowed her to slam hard down into me. “Fuck fuck fuck..”

“Mmm, you’re so tight for me baby.” She panted. Her lips pressed against mine, leaving us in a sloppy kiss of mixed saliva, curses, and moans.

My legs hooked up to wrap around her waist, keeping her body locked into me. Her stomach rubbed against my cock in just the right way; almost sending me over the edge. I pulled from her lips to moan loudly, my body shivering. My head lay back and my mouth hang open; feeling a bundle of knots forming in my abdomen, building on pleasure.

“Fuck! Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!!” I chanted, letting out an almost high-pitched cry as that pressure burst; an orgasm washing over me. My cock twitched and throbbed into her stomach, splattering cum between us both. My legs shook and twisted, holding onto her tighter. Whimpers and cries escaped my mouth, tears pricking my eyes.

Her hard, deep thrusts continued through my orgasm. I could feel the twitch and throbs of her inside of me and I knew she could be close too. Her loud moans took over mine, slamming as deep as she could into me. Her ovicock throbbed, releasing a hot seed into me.

“Fuck..” I sighed, the feeling only seeming to make me cum more. 

Rough purrs escaped her throat, her head nudging into mine affectionately. My body jolts, feeling an odd sensation from her cock in me. A pulsing feeling came from her cock; she only hummed, seeming to enjoy the feeling. “Always loved this part.” She giggled.

It took me a second to put two and two together; the eggs. My face grew red with heat, burying it into her neck to hide the embarrassment.

Cumulus laughed lightly, stroking my hair. “No need to be embarrassed,” she cooed. “We’ll get you nice and full, then clean up, hm?”

I nodded into her. One by one, eggs slid down her ovicock until they laid inside of me. I couldn’t even keep count of how many there were, the feeling was too good. I let out a pitiful whine, feeling dizzy and just.. off. Was this normal?

She wiped the tears from my eyes, shushing me as whimpers escaped. With a faint pop, she slid out, her cock retracting back into her sheath. She shifted to grab something from her bedside drawer; it was a plug. I weakly spread my legs for her, letting her pop it in, keeping me full of her eggs and cum. 

“All better.” She spoke softly. “I’m going to get the bath ready. You can rest.”

I just nodded, letting my body fully relax back on the bed. She gently climbed off, disappearing into a side door that I presumed to be the bathroom. Running water hit my ears, confirming it had been the bathroom and she was filling the tub with water. I let out a sigh, letting my eyes close. 

“Baths ready, little one,” Cumulus spoke, running her hands through my hair. I gave a grumbled whine, shifting to roll over. She giggled, “Come on, it’s nice and warm.” Her hands moved down to my arm, helping me sit up and stand. She guided me to the bathroom and into the warm bath water.

Grabbing a cloth, she soaked it in the water and began washing me down. I let my eyes close, just enjoying the feeling of her care. I think I’ll be coming back here again.

#oneshot #x reader #ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #ghost fic #the band ghost #cumulus x reader #cumulus ghost #nameless ghoulettes

[moonlit-femme]

I hope this doesn’t come off as rude or anything, it is a genuine concern of mine, I just suck at wording things bc English is hard

So, I’ve been struggling with feeling pretty or adequate enough in general in the looks department because of my height. I’m just barely 5’2, (5’3/5’4ish in boots which I wear all the time for this same reason).

Like I feel that people won’t find me attractive enough to want me or to even notice me, even though people call me pretty all the time/I get a lot of positive attention based on my looks. But I still feel like nobody will ever actually want me, that I’m just nice to look at in the way a fairy is nice to look at (idk if that makes sense). I feel like people don’t take me seriously because I am small. This is difficult because I am a switch, and whenever I want to be in the more dominant role, I’m brushed off or laughed at.

Idk how to find confidence right now.

Pretty like a fairy, not a goddess.

Sorry for the vent…I just feel like maybe you’d understand and maybe have some advice

BUT it’s also fine if you don’t feel like answering this. Much love <33

Hey Anon! I’ll tell you honestly I’ve felt the same way several times. I’m not particularly tall or small. About 4’11 and moderately on the heavier side. Confidence was very hard for me to find and come across for years. I was scared that people wouldn’t think that I was sexy or physically desirable, and I hated being called cute. Having shit self esteem can be really mentally damaging. So I came up with a plan.

I gaslit but in a positive way, if that makes sense. I would look at myself in the mirror each morning, and I would tell myself that’s I am the hottest shit that’s walking the mortal plane and nothing else should tell me otherwise. Even though I didn’t feel like it, I kept telling myself this like it was some strange mantra. A friend would compliment and I would “Yeah, I know”. And after a while I just… started to believe it. My attitude changed, I focused a little more on making my wardrobe more put together (it’s not as good as I want for it to be, but I’m working on it), and I started to hold my head up higher.

So on mornings or nights, I want for you to look at yourself in the mirror (I know it’s hard, trust me) and I want for you to repeat to yourself.

I am the attractive. I am beautiful. I am the hottest shit walking this earth. And nothing can tell me otherwise. (Or some variation of this)

And don’t worry much about someone wanting you, because one day someone is gonna come along and you’ll both mesh perfectly together.

As for being a dominant, if someone is laughing at you for that, then they’re not worth it (or they’re a brat, but usually a brat will let you know that they’re a brat). The first rule of a D/S dynamic is respect, and if they can’t respect you then it’s not worth continuing that interaction.

I’m not sure how well put together this advice is bc my brain is going all over the place. But I hope this helps!

Much love,

Nyx 🩶

#moonlit femme asks #moonlit femme #answered

[apluseffort]

So I got into HiGH&LOW waaaay too late, but the brainworms got to churning out this little rarepair piece.

Title: Entwine

Rating: T

Pairing: Murayama x Hyuga

Warnings: minor blood play, fighting kink

Summary: Murayama visits Hyuga after work.

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He parks his bike at a nearby parking lot when he finds what he's looking for. The red lights turn everything pink with their glow. The crowds of people lining the streets and gambling stalls are ignored as Yoshiki makes his way nonchalantly further into former rival territory. He can tell eyes are on him, that some of the older Daruma Ikka members know what he looks like. No one stops him and he doesn’t do anything to specifically draw their attention towards him. So he casually walks through the crowd making his way further into their territory.

He only had one thing on his mind all evening and he was determined to find it.

It’s when he makes it to the coveted spot that he stops and speaks to anyone. Two of Daruma’s higher-ranked members guard the door, arms crossed with their faces set in a scowl. They would seem intimidating to the average visitor, but to Yoshiki, they were only in his way.

“Whaddya think you’re doin’?”

The guy on the right calls out to him. Trying to size him up. The guy on the left, while not outright looking familiar, did seem to recognize him.

“Dude, that’s Murayama from Oya Kou Kou.”

The man on the right scoffs at the name Oya.

“As if a buncha school kids got anything on us.”

Yoshiki lets the jab slide. He’s in a good mood, in Daruma territory and this guy looks new. His buddy seems to know that was the wrong thing to say and smacks him on the back of the head.

“Does the boss know you’re here?”

The smart one on the left tries to keep his partner quiet and Yoshiki is in really too much of a good mood to throw a fuss.

“I wanted to surprise Hyuga-chan. I mean, I can warm up with you two, but I was hoping to… well, you know.”

The guy on the left glances back at the door and with an attitude that bespoke how much he didn’t want to do it, he allows Yoshiki through. His partner looks like he’s about to protest, but doesn’t move either.

Giddy with excitement and adrenaline, Yoshiki hops on his feet a couple of times, loosening up before pushing the door aside. He walks into the room with all the confidence of someone who was meant to be here.

“Hyuga-chan~ it’s been a while!”

Hyuga Norihisa barely moves an inch from his spot lounging on his worn tatami cushions. His eagle-eyed focus is centered on Yoshiki, which sends a thrill through him. Facing off against this man was fun, thrilling even. He can sense Hyuga knows why he’s here with the minute ways in which he reacts to Yoshiki’s presence. He especially loves seeing the immediate switch in Hyuga’s eyes going from utter boredom to eagerness in a matter of seconds.

“Lost another job?”

A smile angles itself lopsidedly onto Hyuga’s face; smug satisfaction that he got one up on the former king of Oya. Yoshiki groans a little, shaking his head. It’s unfair how easily word gets around. On the other hand, he’s a little touched that Hyuga would even be interested in hearing the goings on in his everyday life.

“That was three weeks ago now!”

Yoshiki walks casually across the room towards where Hyuga was lounging. “I think I’ve finally found one that sticks.”

Hyuga shifts from his position on the floor to sitting hunched over with his legs crossed. How could he look so boneless while Yoshiki felt as tight as a highwire? It was unfair. Hyuga either is unaware or chooses to ignore his intent. It’s almost annoying that he’d purposefully be ignored like this. This calm front that Hyuga put up; Yoshiki wants to break it.

The burst of energy he’s been trying to keep tapped down starts bursting forth. He tries to stay still as he watches the sake cup touch Hyuga’s lips. They don’t break eye contact and it’s driving him insane.

“And here I thought you’d come to ask me for something.”

“A job?”

Hyuga snickers, it’s as close as he’s going to get to full-out laughter. He was amused at Yoshiki’s reply the very least. After kicking back and finishing off the cup in hand, Hyuga puts the cup on the table and gives Yoshiki a look.

“Anything.”

That burst of energy pushes him forward, Yoshiki takes that answer as an excuse to move in closer, stopping at the steps leading to the rouka and ima where Hyuga has set himself up within the confines of his territory. He bounces down to a squat purposefully keeping his eyes trained on Hyuga. He doesn’t want to miss a reaction if he could help it.

“M’feeling too tall standing here like that.”

“If only you’d go on your knees…” Another laugh. Hyuga was in a good mood today. “No one would believe it if I told them.”

“Ugh! Don’t make me regret coming down to your level. I’ve been on my feet working a legitimate job all day.”

Hyuga’s smile drifts back to his standard frown, turning to pour more alcohol to fill his cup.

“What’re you doing here, Murayama?”

Here it is, the big question. He could say his body just FELT like being here, but that would have been a weird thing to say. Not when this thing between them was on the edge between the labels of “new” and “like usual.” Yoshiki really can’t see himself as a clingy kind of guy and can guarantee Hyuga doesn’t want someone like that.

Instead of vocalizing his answer, he bounces back up and climbs up the three steps to stand at the entrance of the room. He falls back into a squat, arms resting on his knees, and leans forward. His knees hover just above the floor as are his hands placed in front of Hyuga’s knees, it’s a gross bastardization of a dogeza, but purposeful. He looks up at him intently and tells him what he wants.

“I wanna have a go at what you can give me tonight, Hyuga-chan.”

Fight or fuck; he’s up for anything.

And for what it’s worth, Hyuga doesn’t do much in response to that but pour another cup and bring it over to Yoshiki’s mouth. He tips it forward gently pouring some of the smooth, fiery liquid into his mouth. The alcohol burns, but he can’t help but lick the remainder of the drink away as Hyuga moves to finish the rest of the cup before putting it back on the table.

“Babe, get over here before I drag you.”

Yoshiki laughs, hopping back on his heels and kicking off his shoes before walking the few steps to quite literally fall into Hyuga’s lap. He can’t keep the smile from his face despite the repositioning of his human cushion’s legs, which nearly jab him in the thigh. He leans forward, pushing Hyuga backward, unsure of what’s happening until he’s on his back on the ground.

“One point for me,” Yoshiki says, the grin of pride poking fun at his partner's misstep.

Hyuga doesn’t allow Yoshiki to revel in his victory. Instead, he bodily flips them over, the weight of a grown man now pushing him into the wood flooring. The Daruma leader is now looking smugly down at him, the biting grin almost a mirror to what Yoshiki had on his face a second ago.

“Don’t think I’ll let you get away with that.”

Yoshiki laughs. This was what he was here for. His laughter abruptly stops as he kicks trying to flip the over. It’s not a perfect move, Hyuga lands on his side rather than his back, but instead of disengaging Yoshiki leans in to steal a biting kiss. He feels Hyuga respond immediately with tongue and teeth. He doesn’t let his guard down, his body tilting then until he’s on top again.

He doesn’t realize that Hyuga’s about to punch until he feels the sudden sharp sting of pain.

“Fuck. That was dirty.”

Hyuga’s breathless reply of “That kiss was dirty” causes a grin to spread across Yoshiki’s face. He makes a move to stand up again as his opponent slowly does so himself.

“All's fair in love and war, Hyuga-chan.”

The snort of amusement that escapes from Hyuga’s mouth only encourages Yoshiki. His fingers tingle with excitement as they come together to throw their first official punches. It’s like a dance of strength and skill. Hyuga is a strong fighter. He’s all determined precise punches of erratic anger and though Yoshiki prefers to flow with his opponent's moves, he ends up matching every blowback with fervor.

A leg sweep nearly takes him down, avoiding it with a short hop, Yoshiki uses gravity’s momentum to bring his fist down. With the sharp sting of skin on skin, he knows his knuckles are going to bruise. He’ll have to think of some story to tell his coworkers if they ask what happened.

As if sensing Yoshiki’s mind wandering, Hyuga grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him in for a biting kiss. It’s almost feral, all teeth and aggression. Hyuga is saying you are here and you will focus on me. He’s right. Yoshiki came here specifically to see him.

He bites back, which causes Hyuga to growl at him. Yoshiki laughs into his mouth, his bottom lip feeling the scratch of incisors accepting the copper tang of blood suddenly in his mouth. Stepping back, a self-satisfied grin on his face as he goes for another punch.

It’s blocked with a knee going up to hit the other in the stomach. It connects but only just barely; Hyuga has the sense to shift away just in time. They stand apart for a moment before Hyuga decides to hold out his hand, palm facing the floor, to make a “come here” motion.

Yoshiki dabs at the blood pooling on his lip, trying to staunch the already healing cut. He wants to rush back in to throw himself into the fray of being with Hyuga. The energy is palpable and he wants to be able to show the Daruma Ikka leader that he’s all in tonight. He feels himself moving forward towards the beckoning, his arms move to pull Hyuga in close as grabs the open happi and drags him back into a kiss. It’s messy, both with and without the blood, but he holds them together as he feels the other’s arms encircling him.

They stay like that for some time. Yoshiki makes sure to leave some dark marks on Hyuga’s neck as a means of pride. They’ll both look pretty worn by the time they’re done. For Yoshiki it’ll be the injuries asked about before the hickey is noticed and for Hyuga it’ll be the opposite. Still, as Yoshiki leads Hyuga to settle above his hips while laying on the ground, they are even as far as points go.

—-

“What made you so fired up today?”

Norihisa pulls a drag from his kiseru, leaning on his side to watch the emotions go through Murayama’s face. It wasn’t as if the man was easy to read, but he tends to wear his heart on his sleeve when it mattered.

However, this time Murayama closes his eyes and smiles. The lackadaisical look nearly has Norihisa crawling on top of him again.

“It was a good day and I felt like coming by. The new building we’re contracted to build is close by.”

An exhale of smoke and Norihisa leans in to take another kiss from Murayama. It’s slow and lazy and it makes Murayama hum with appreciation. It’s faint at this point, but Norihisa can smell the scent of freshly cut wood deep in his partner's hair.

Murayama turns to face him, patting him on the cheek lightly.

“Not like we were always close, but I’ll miss ya sometimes.”

By instinct, Norihisa turns his head to nip at the fingertips by his face. He’s too content at this moment to care how soft he’s coming off in the afterglow. It’s one of the few things he’ll allow after fighting and fucking Murayama; when their energy has been expended and all that’s left are their true selves outside of the pomp and circumstance of being leaders (and former leaders) of S.W.O.R.D.

Unfortunately, the time has passed and with a groan of disappointment, Murayama sits up. His look is apologetic and Norihisa knows what’s coming.

“Gotta head out. Work tomorrow. They expect us there by 5:30. These early days are what mess me up.”

It’s so obvious what Norihisa wants to say as Murayama pulls his shirt back on. He reaches out to pull at Murayama’s sleeve to bring him close and says against his lips, “Just stay tonight, you idiot.”

A pause and then a bright grin follow. Murayama knows he’ll have to avoid a cranky Norihisa that early in the morning, but a shorter commute and overnight company outweigh the risks. Norihisa barely has time to put down the kiseru before his arms are full of the former leader of Oya.

One thing he makes sure of is to give as good as he gets.

#high&low #high and low murayama #Murayama x Hyuga #hyugayama #high and low hyuga #fic: entwine #Hyuga x murayama #they go both ways so whatever

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i totally agree with you. it seemed contrived and conceited. this isn’t going to be too related to her vanity fair profile in particular but a general observation. i felt like everyone was trying to convince me she’s a game changer. an excellent director that deserves endless praise but nobody could provide me a good reason why. her status as a female director alone is not compelling enough for me because her work so far has brought nothing new to the table. not that I expect some sort of genius from her but she doesn’t have anything that sets her apart from the rest even small hints here and there that would signal some originality. I know it’s only her second project and it’s not even out yet but you can understand the artistic characteristics of a lot of directors from their directorial debuts. in olivia’s case it was booksmart and i wasn’t personally impressed. it felt like every other comedy/coming of age movie rebranded for a 2019 audience and her radical change of genre from that to whatever dwd is seemed bold at first but looking at the results, very haphazard. it’s like she’s jumping on whatever that’s trendy at the time hoping it would work therefore her whole career and this reasoning behind why olivia wilde is so wonderful and revolutionary seems like it stems from a sense of entitlement and complacency. on a personal level her activism and feminism feels the same. she has proven time and time again that her branch of feminism is white feminism. with dwd she had the opportunity to tell a very rich and complex story that tackles with power dynamics and gender roles but she did this in the most shallow and uninspiring way possible. (yes I’ve read the whole spoilers on the internet and I honestly don’t regret it.) overall i feel like she’s constantly punching above her weight by claiming to be something she isn’t and/or will not be putting the work for. she would do great if she’d let go of all the self proclaimed titles and just did her job since that’s ultimately why she’s being pushed so hard right now. male directors do this or that so why can’t she. male directors are not doing extraordinary work and yet get praises and financial support so why can’t she. and finally the whole “i’m so tough” speech she gave in that interview felt so forced as if she’s trying to convince herself more than anyone else and i understand it because she never dealt with this amount of fame and attention before and she’s not particularly seen in a good light. what’s irritating is that she’s pulling this attitude against valid criticism on her own actions so it doesn’t come off as badass as it does to her. it just feels like she’s deflecting against criticism by being unreasonably obstinate. one positive thing i can say about her is that she makes bold choices. i’m sorry this was so long and maybe unintelligible at parts. english is not my first language.

ok first off, your english is really great 😊 and i'm so sorry i only just got to this

I didn’t really get to finish her profile cos it read across as like… like if you’re not in tune in film community circles or it’s not really like an interest beyond just watching films and going to the movies, then yeah you’d maybe find what she says to be somewhat credible I guess (?) but a lot of it was just bull, like plain bs with a few red flags raised (might go into that later)

But yeah I agree, I get that vibe too. And her rep as a director isn’t compelling for me either. Like having the connections to get profiles and interviews aside, the way they write about Booksmart as if it did for film what Frank Ocean’s Channel Orange did for music was just like a real far cry, and it’s kinda sad that rhetorically her pieces come across like her being a woman inherently gives her game changing status as a director when really she’s done nothing to contribute to shaping the kinds of stories and films we get to see today yk?

Your Directorial debuts comment exactly, like I think of Julia Ducourneau’s Raw and how much controversy it caused and the backlash she got, but it did establish her voice as a filmmaker as it showed us her style and the kind of stories she wanted to tell, that Raw eventually did pave space for certain types of stories to be told and shared. Booksmart doesn’t have that impact, cos idk it seemed to, just like with dwd, serve a more entrepreneurial purpose more than anything but that’s just me. Even the language she uses around her process and approach is quite hollow? When she chooses to focus on the like look of a film rather than the main point or the key themes to the stories she’s supposed to tell Idk I just feel like her reputation as a director is to offer a white woman version of what male filmmakers are known for? Like Booksmart was supposedly the female equivalent to an appatow film, in some ways dwd is painted as this like woman’s version of a Jordan Peele film (which in many ways is wrong lol idk)

She definitely subscribes to choice feminism or performative at best. (it very much leans toward awful double agent for the patriarchy tbh) I still remember someone’s tweet about how she turns a celebration of women into fawning praise of men and like that’s sorta pretty much it, somehow her feminism is always tied to the affirmations of or from other men to place her in a certain place or echelon. (Low key it was a red flag there weren’t other like women directing peers included in her profiles/interviews apart from maggie but tbh that was a trainwreck though right?) Idk if I got to that part in the profile but I can see that, like a making it out like she’s above it but really sorta right?

But yeah, there was a part in the profile where she said she was like a troll magnet and I thought like, what a way to avoid valid criticism for your shitty decisions and actions right? Like “oh I they just like to poke fun at me” no dummy omg like i can see it sometimes but to lump even the criticism with it is just so.... ? yk?

sorry I tied a lot of what you said back to the profile but this is just my long winded way of saying I agree with a lot of what you said and think lol but again your English is incredible 😊

#if i forgot to respond to something in your ask you're still curious about let me know sorry #anon #answered #long post

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Silver in the Bone review

5/5 stars Recommended if you like: fantasy, magic, magic hunters, curses, Arthurian legends, portals Big thanks to Netgalley, Knopf, and the author for an ARC in exchange for an honest review! This is one of those ARCs that I knew would be coming out this year and I was desperately hoping I would get a copy of. I have yet to come across a book by Bracken that I haven't liked, and I'm pleased to say this book continues that streak. The book opens in the past, when Tamsin and Cabell's adoptive father is still around, and then brings readers to the present. It's set in a world that has magic, but only some people are aware of it. I really liked getting to know the world in the beginning and finding out that it was more than just curses and magical tomb raiders. The Hollowers are a bit clique-y in the sense that you have to be a member of a Hollower house, but that doesn't mean those people will help you, as Tamsin and Cabell have discovered. I liked the whole magic-hunting aspect of things and how that was carried through the book, even when the characters aren't in this world any longer. I definitely hope we get to see more of the magic-hunting in the sequel, because I haven't read a lot of books where that sort of thing is done and I found it interesting. Most of the book is spent in Avalon, but it isn't quite the familiar Avalon of legend. Something's afoot in the magical land, and as much as Tamsin doesn't want to get wrapped up in it, she does. As someone unfamiliar with Arthurian legends, I liked the worldbuilding in this part of the book and the way both magic and circumstance seemed to have shaped the characters there. Tamsin is an interesting character, because she's tough and cynical on the outside but is quite soft if you can get to the inner parts of her (though actually still pretty cynical on the inside). After having quite a rough life, she's fairly certain that people in general can't be trusted and she's quick to tell people when she thinks they're being overly optimistic. However, once someone worms their way past her outer defenses, so long as they don't do anything to betray that, Tamsin is willing to defend them to the end. She also knows what the right thing is and can be motivated to do it against her pessimistic nature with a little guilt-tripping. I enjoyed reading from her perspective and felt her reactions, particularly ones where she 'regresses,' were natural considering her circumstances and how her character has developed. Cabell is a bit more...complicated. He's harder to get a read on for one, and while he seems interested in the Hollower life, he also doesn't really want to be a part of magic/treasure hunting anymore. He's also been worn down by his curse, which naturally complicates things. There are times when it's definitely hard to like him, but at the same time he shows a lot of care and love for Tamsin. I definitely get his perspective when he shares it, but he has a wound on his soul in a different way than Tamsin, and it makes him vulnerable in different ways. Emrys was actually a fairly easy character to like. It's clear from the beginning that something is going on with him, and though he dishes attitude out to Tamsin, he's also quick to relax and become more jokey once the two of them start working together. I'm curious if we'll get more background on him in the sequel (I would assume yes) because other than when he and Tamsin are going at it, he seems to generally be the kind of person that gets along with everyone. Like everyone in this book, he makes some bad decisions, but I understand his (and Tamsin's) motivations better than some other characters'. Neve is a bit of sunshine that ends up along on their adventure. She's the optimist to Tamsin's pessimism and, despite everything, manages to keep a relatively sunny disposition, both about the group's overall situation and her own history. Neve was definitely the kind of friend that Tamsin needed, and I'm glad she wore Tamsin down. I look forward to seeing them kickass together in the next book. Cait, Catriona, is a character from Avalon who has a contentious relationship with the group. She's actually bit like Tamsin all things considered, and is wary of the group's appearance in Avalon, particularly with sorceress Neve in tow. Like Tamsin, Cait has a sunnier counterpart in Olwen, another magic user from Avalon. Olwen is friendlier with the group immediately and is more than happy to help them out. I'm definitely loving the woman-power circle that cropped up between Cait, Olwen, Tamsin, and Neve and look forward to seeing their friendship develop further in the next book. Bedivere is a knight, from the age of the Round Table, and is definitely with Olwen in terms of friendliness. He's also able to bond with, and help, Cabell in a way Tamsin isn't, which results in some complicated feelings. In terms of everything that's going on in Avalon, I definitely guessed who was behind it fairly early on, but then some stuff happened in the middle that made me second guess myself. I don't mind it when a book is predictable, but I do really like it when I guess what's going on and then the author does something that makes me doubt my guess and change my mind, only to later be proven right. It's a fun bit of misdirection and Bracken does it well in this book. I also guessed what was going on with the ghost/revenant and was 100% correct about that, and honestly the shock value of everything that happens surrounding that and the last 1/4 of the book really makes being able to guess secondary because holy shit. I may have been able to guess the 'who' and about the revenant, but I did not see the rest of that coming. I was tied up in knots after I finished reading and I'm definitely going to be tortured waiting for the sequel. Overall, I greatly enjoyed this book and all the characters. Tamsin is written realistically, and I enjoyed getting to see her make friends throughout the book, she definitely needed it. Bracken also did a good job weaving the different parts of the story together and making a whopper of an ending. Even if you don't like portal fantasies, I'd definitely recommend giving this a try.

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