#She's so wreched <3 <3 <3

[becrimedogay]

How could u not love her

#I love Airachnid #She has my heart and soul #She's so wreched <3 <3 <3 #tfp Airachnid #transformers prime

[stickytrigger69]

angst fic with tfp megatron x femme con reader? she has feelings and adoring thoughts for the warlord and he’s aware of it although he doesn’t like her back but yet megatron leads her on, making her think there is something special forming between them just so he can break her heart. y’know how megatron told starscream he kept him around because he took a certain delight in his strings of failure but he grew tired of it? well, megatron does the same to reader and finds it amusing how she becomes more flustered around him, flattered by the compliments and sweet-nothings she tells him. megatron knows exactly what to say and do to make her melt, he has her wrapped around his finger.

he knows what she wants as there has been many times their lips were so close to touching yet he never kissed her and always left her on the edge until finally one day, they kiss and reader thinks that her spark might burst from joy as she melts into his embrace but then he pulls away and laughs at her straight to her face and begins to tell reader that she never meant anything to him. </3

omg im sorry for the oddly specific request i really got invested in this scenario xD

TFP Megatron x Femme Cybertronian Reader

ANGST fic

Femme reader

Readers' frame type, paint job, etc, are unspecified

Reader has been with Megatron since the beginning much like Soundwave

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He is magnificent, strong, and beautiful. You swear to yourself that the large mech was forged from raw and unfathomable power. You know deep in your spark that you feel he should have been appointed the next prime instead of the archivist Orion Pax. He is a joke compared to your fearless leader, Megatron. You understand Megatron, you know what he had sought within the power of the primes and were terribly afflicted for him when he was denied his right.

Oh, how you admire him so, wanting only to please him and help him achieve his goals in rebuilding and ruling cybertron the way it should have been eons ago. And yet, no one saw it the way you did, not even Starscream, the wrech. Your merciful leader allowed him to return time and time again, with a stern servo, of course, to try and prove himself. And you were always there, always ready to pick up the pieces of his shattered hopes and relieve him of his disappointment in the seeker.

You give and give and give and never tire of his teasing.

"No one could never dream of ruling cybertron the way you could, my lord." You praise. Megatrons face twists into a grin. You've always been so kind, always admiring him. He noticed from the first time he met you that you were infatuated with him.

"My dearest (Y/N), you hold me in such high regard." He turns to look at you, arms crossed behind him. "Come." He holds a servo out, asking you to take his in your smaller one. Without hesitation, you step forward and put your servo in his, causing his grin to grow. His little pet, always at his beck and call, ready to give only to never receive in turn. The games he's been playing with you to get what he wants grant's him such a high level of satisfaction that he struggles to contain it at times.

"I think you are just the sweetest little femme." He coos, making you chuckle and turn your head away bashfully. "Oh, don't look away, little one. You know how I adore your beautiful face. How lovely you are." He turns your helm back upward to look at him, a shy smile gracing your derma. "My little warrior, I would have been blessed with your presence in the fighting pits all those years ago. My brave one." He caresses your face softly.

You have proved to be better than his so-called "best," rarely making mistakes of your own accord. The giddy feeling in his tanks when you stand tall beside him or try to hide behind him. Or the pride in your optics when you bring him what he wants. But none of that is more delicious than the hope in your optics when he brings your faces close. How ready you are and all the more willing to wait for him to finally give you the affection you so desperately crave.

All the scratches, dents, and dings you acquire from the autobots are reminders of your loyalty to him. The way you have sneered at Optimus to his face. Your naivety when he asks you just how loyal you are to him, making you bow and rest on one knee as you pledge yourself to him in an embarrassing display in the control room. The oblivion that afflicts you is so sweet and infinite that he's sure he could thrive on it alone. He stares into your patient optics, knowing.

Seeing.

"Tell me, my spark," he starts, taking your servo in his, "Do you really believe all that scrap in your little helm?" You look confused, how cute.

"My lord?" There's your hesitance. He chuckles, and his other arm reaches out from behind him to cradle you and lift you up off the ground so you are optic to optic.

"Do you really believe I would be the best ruler for cybertron?" He smirks inwardly, seriousness plastered to his face, and his field is filled with feelings of uncertainty. A soft, reassuring smile graces your derma.

"Of course. You would be perfect for cybertron. Your ideals and forgiving nature -" poor thing, so blind, "you are a true leader who will stop at nothing for peace. You have worked so hard and made so much progress already. I believe you have proven yourself worthy of primehood."

He hums amusedly and just watches your face. Optics darting from one spot to another, occasionally glancing at your derma. It's the same thing he has been doing for the longest time, leading you on, getting closer and closer to what you want. He's been getting more physical with you over the years, pretending to be awkward and easing himself into it. He's had his time, and he's gained experience with many mech and femmes. But you, you sweet, innocent spark, have little to no experience. The most experience you have is whatever he's done with you.

It's all really soft, sweet, enjoyable, and new. He can see how it affects you. You get all cute and flustered and shy, even when it's just the two of you, and especially in front of the crew and the others you are close to like Knockout. Soundwave "happens" to barge in a lot too, well aware of Megatrons plans with you. He also knows that Megatron has, as of late, begun to tire of your affections and longing. Your groveling has started to bore him after all these centuries. It has taken so long for him to finally be done with you, and he still has yet to kiss you.

He often thinks about how he's going to do it and where. Doesn't know if he wants to do it in front of everyone or when you're all alone. He supposes it shouldn't matter, so long as he can watch you die inside when he rejects you. Soundwave comes in, a red ping on his visor. It seems he will get his chance sooner than he hoped. An energon mine, it's losing stability, so he orders you to accompany him to resolve the issue if possible.

You work quickly and efficiently. The mine is no longer collapsing on itself. The blue energon crystals on the walls and ceiling cast a soft glow on your frame. You watch the vehicons get back to their stations to continue their work when Megatron slowly turns you to face him.

"We work well together, don't you think my spark?"He asks softly, and you nod in response. "You would do well as my queen." Your spark swells, you start breathing faster. He leans down to plant his forehead against yours, red optics staring into yours. You search his for sincerity, scanning his face. In seconds, he connects your derma. You feel like your chest is going to explode. It's better than you ever dreamed. Your optics close, and your legs wobble. He pulls away, your optics still closed, blue dusting your face.

When you open your optics and see the way he's looking at you, your tanks turn. He has a wicked grin, but before you can say anything, he laughs. It's a deep, hearty laugh. He pushes you away and continues to laugh, drawing the attention of the vehicons around you.

"You really think I have feelings for you, you? You are beneath me. You will never be my queen. You will never be anything more than just a silly femme. A frame stuck in a land of fantasy. I only played along because it brought the best out in you. You and you alone have helped me get this far. You've given me everything at the cost of nothing. You've been a fool." He states calmly.

"But..."

"But? But what? You thought it meant something? That I actually wanted you? Still so naive (designation), still so oblivious to the truth, or do you just not want to see it? They have seen it." He points to the vehicons, "day in and day out, they see you grovel at my pedes like the good little pet you are." You feel faint, like you could collapse on the ground right now. This can't be true. Coolant gathers in your optics, and he chuckles at the sight.

Before he can continue to humiliate you further, a plasma blast zips past him and hits one of the troops. The autobots. They were the cause of the malfunction. "(Designation), do your duty and stop them." He points in their direction. You don't move. You stand there looking down at your pedes. He growls and grabs you, and you look up at him, coolant falling down your face.

"I would have given you the galaxy." You whimper. A blast hits him right in the chest. He looks up to see Optimus running toward you both. With another growl, he roughly pushes you aside. You lose your balance and stumble backward into a jagged wall in the cave, the sharp rock scraping painfully against your back.

"If you're not going to fight, then get out of my way!" He raises his arm to shoot at Prime. You remain in your place watching the fight unfold. Everything is a blur, blaster fire, and explosions all around you. Soon, the mine becomes unstable again, and a large rock falls on top of you, pinning you there. You struggle a little, trying half-heartedly to push the boulder off of yourself. But you soon give up and sob. The fighting lasts a long while, and then all is silent. You're alone.

When you open your optics, you're not in the mine under a rock but are strapped to a table instead.

"Before you try, I have disabled your weapons." The old medic walks over to you.

"What?" A flash of Megatron.

"You wouldn't be able to do anything anyway. But I've patched up your wounds, per Optimus' request, and begrudgingly wasted our precious supplies on a Con." He complains. He drones on, but you don't listen.

"Megatron?" Your spark aches. He didn't love you. He never loved you. It was all a game to him. But you thought.

"Ahem! I'm giving you a diagnosis, and you're not listening!" He huffs, snapping you back to reality. When you look into his optics, he stops. He sees that familiar look, the one that says that you don't care, the one that says you wouldn't care if you didn't wake up.

"I was going to give him everything."

"Optimus, I don't think we're going to be capable of helping her," Ratchet looks back at you, laying on the table, "she refuses her rations and doesn't sleep. She doesn't even want to talk." Optimus looks up over the helm of his old friend to look at you, laying on the table. You're no longer restrained, but you don't move. There all day and there all night making worry bubble in his chest.

"Get out of my sight!" Megatron cries out, and Starscream sulks away. It's been weeks since he left you in the mine, and he hasn't seen you since. But it doesn't feel as good as he thought it would. For some odd reason, he feels empty. He doesn't know exactly why he feels this way and denies himself that it's because you're not around. Even seeing you after a stray plasma blast struck you in the abdomen, leaving you bleeding he felt no sense of satisfaction.

Sometimes, while he struts down the halls of the Nemesis, he thinks he can hear your smaller pedes trailing behind him, but when he turns, you're not there. And when he's feeling lower or more frustrated than usual, there's no one to tell him how great he is, to grovel and kiss at his pedes, to sharpen his claws and smooth out his dents with soft praise. No one is there for him to entertain himself with. No, he doesn't miss you! You were nothing to him!

"She is nothing." His own voice is heard from across the hall. When he turns around he sees Soundwave approaching him.

"Yes, I know," He turns back to look out the window again, "she had been nothing more than a plaything. The subject of my entertainment." He smirks. "I feel nothing though, I do not feel as relieved as I thought I would, Soundwave."

"My lord?" Your voice is played back to him, and he feels his chest swell, causing him to growl.

"I want her offline. Tell the troops I want proof of such if they can find her. I know the Autobots dug her up. I want you and the others on high alert. If you find her Soundwave, destroy her." His voice rumbles, laced with venom as he stomps into the hallway.

Megatron is too stubborn. He will never acknowledge that he was starting to like you, that he misses your flattery, that he looks for the warm touch of your small servos. He will never say he's sorry. He will never say or do anything. Thus, he believes that he won't rest easy until he has your helm.

"(Designation), what torments you so?" Optimus slowly walks up to you on the table. You don't even look at him but turn around to face the other direction. "Megatron?" That's all he has to say. You let out a shaky sigh, and before you know it, you're crying. He gets closer and puts a servo on your shoulder, and you turn around to face him. Your face has darkened and is streaked with old and new coolant. Your small servo grabs his, and without thinking, Optimus picks you up and hugs you.

He lets you cry for as long as you need, and before long, you're just sniffling.

"I gave him everything, and still, I was going to give him more." Your voice is laced with static and sounds weak, and it breaks Primes spark to hear a bot so broken. "I thought I was someone to him, that I was important." You whimper. "I was a fool."

"You were taken advantage of. He used you." He argues.

"No! I should have known, I should have seen!" You get angry. Years of devotion pass by, and you can see it. He was putting on a show with you. They all just watched and laughed while you were unaware. Knockout knew, and he hadn't told you. He knew and just let you continue to make a fool of yourself. You push yourself away from Optimus and stand on your pedes. Anger and embarrassment flood your fuel pumps. "And you!" You look at Optimus. "You're going to do the same! I know it!"

"No, I would never."

"I can't trust anyone! Everyone knew, and still no one tried to help!" Coolant pours from your optics from how upset you are. Your tanks swirl and feel tight. A sour taste in your mouth. You feel like you're going to explode, like the walls are shrinking around you, and it's getting hard to breathe. Your spark aches, and your chest tightens painfully. Your legs feel wobbly and weak. You hadn't noticed when the other autobots had come over, but now you felt crowded.

Optimus tries to keep them at a distance, noticing your distress. You feel like you're on display. Their faces distort into smiles and smirks. It's so hard to breathe. Why won't they leave? Why can't they just leave you alone? They won't stop staring.

#transformers #tf #transformers prime #macaddam #maccadam #macadam #cybertronian reader #tfp #tfp megatron #megatron #megatron x reader #femme cybertronian reader #angst fic

[dsaf-confessions]

i can co-exist with davesport but it just makes me sad bc imagine how Dee would've felt if she saw it (pre-dsaf 3),

like ur brother is kissing ur murderer and shit

BUT you dont have a say in it or any right to even speak up about it in the first place

imagine how betrayed she must've felt

- dee's scarf

Y'see, that's a really good observation there, Dee's Scarf! Actually, it's one of the reasons I enjoy davesport. I'm not crazy about it in the mushy-gushy lovey aspect, but rather in the tragedy. Of the betrayal and dissapointment you must feel in yourself knowing that you're in love with the same person who ruined your life and denied your sister one entirely.

Dee's reaction, if they ever started dating, would definitely be a negative one. she seems to have a relatively playful relationship with Dave in the flipside, but I doubt that she wouldn't at least be a little hurt. A lot hurt, probably. I mean, she saw that Dave wanted to be a good person.. at least, now he does.

But you can't really let go of a grudge against your murderer, can you. especially since Dee is shown to be an avid grudge holder.

Jack would never, ever want to hurt dee. Even the most vile, wreched, selfish Jack Kennedy is still plagued with nightmares of the time he could not save her. He tries so hard during their fight to prevent her from getting hurt. He persisted after death as Blackjack just to avenge what was taken from him. Who he could not see again.

Point is, Jack wouldn't want to outright get together with Dave, because that would hurt Dee. Even if she didn't care, the preconceived notion that she WOULD care might drive Jack away from ever confessing or trying to advance his relationship with Dave.

This is also in part to why I think Dave and Jack have such an ambiguous relationship in the series.

They constantly flirt, were implied to canonically slept in the same bed together in vegas (despite the text ALSO implying they had at least two beds), but still never say anything about it.

I feel like, even though their relationship is definitely more than just regular ol' pals, Jack would be hesitant to make it official because of the fact that he knows Dave killed Dee.

- The Real Fredbear Anon

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#dsaf confessions #dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #dave miller #jack kennedy #dee kennedy #davesport

[fancyfade]

working on a fic/au where gotham is alive and barbara is a literal oracle of gotham (it does currently mostly focus on jas*n but i'm trying to dive into babs to write some more about her!) it's a bit eldrich horror cyberpunk? some fics/aus have gotham as this familial being and she kinda is in this au but is still very set on bargins and deals or because she personally finds it funny, not out of much loving care

one thing i was thinking about playing with is babs & control, as the oracle she has moments she's out of control (the City mainly speaks in dial-up noises so she has to translate/weird binary-coded dreams where the eidetic memory comes in handy) and/or babs and spyware ("ceaseless watcher turn your gaze upon this wreched thing" but make it slightly more cyberpunk--)?

also in this au there's a few forces at work: the caves, the city, & the asylum, not quite in direct conflict but def with different vibes and different types of areas they control. the city is, of course, gotham city proper and all the wires and neon buzzing and electricity-- tho it doesn't quite understand computers yet, which is where babs might hopefully come in? i'm kinda at "throw things at the wall and see what sticks" point but i wanted to ask if any of this babble sparked any ideas in you? i hear there's a brainiac arc that i should read. i already read (and loved) both secret files with "you served her better in this form" & oracle: year one! <3

hey thanks for reading and thanks even more for replying! <3

Your idea sounds interesting but heads up I'm not sure if it's super my genre, so I'm not sure how much help I'll be.

With Babs if you want to get her good, I highly recommend she has instances where we can see her in control, or grappling for control/not wanting to be out of control. Like she should be able to do stuff, not just passively receive information from some omniscient source (IDK if that's already in the plan, I don't know how real oracle tropes go).

But like. she's going to want to be in control, that's a very big thing for her, and if you want to do her well you don't want her to be like... punished narratively for it? Like let her succeed, and often times yes, it is at the cost of her mental health, but that's what she does.

and like. make sure she has her own goals that aren't about the city, she does thinks she thinks are sensible not just b/c the city says.

for braniac it was decent, definitely showed babs getting sucked in with some difficult to comprehend force but still working against it (and trying to use it for her ends when she could). It starts 69-73, then 83, 84, 85

#spinnerofink #ask #barbara gordon #dc comics #brainwashing cw

[hi-im-erick-and-this-is-my-story]

from prey to predator ep2 s 3

After some time of introductions and traveling around the main island the newcomers met firstly the clowns, secondly the lost souls and with them the souleaters, then the plants and lastly ants but as they were coming back from the giant hive that was the bug kingdom Margareth heard something

rustle

Margareth - WHAT WAS THAT DID- DID- DID EVERYONE HEAR THAT

Markus - there is nothing there calm down

Dorothy - what did you hear

Margareth - it was rustling from over there

Markus - don't panic it was probably a rat or something

And with that the group continued the travels, but Margareth seemingly as the only one, kept hearing more of the rustling it felt like it was following them, but, she didn't want to be a bother. They got home and went to sleep. But the rustling didn't stop, until Margareth went to Dorothy where she got a spare matress and slept on the floor, finally being able to sleep with the comfort of safety and dorothy's presence. The next day they set out to get grocories needed for thier dinner. They tried to get to the kingdom closest to thier landing site that being the Rainbow kingdom, and since Erick decided to get himself the best bedroom in the castle for the time of the lessons, as he conveniently had the best relationship with the clown king for some odd reason, Erick was able to help them pick the best tasting and the most affordable food that planet rasvin had to offer.So they bought everything they needed and got on the way back, But it was only when they were coming back to the landing site did it happen Rustling happened and with that rustling fell one, two, three until Margareth was the last one to hit the ground as the fourth one. When they woke up it was clear as the day what happened, they got kidnnaped, but what wasn't clear for now, was why that happened they saw things they haven't yet been showed, rats, human like rats, they were the size of a eleven year old grey fur and small rodent hands and they were behaving in human ways, right now they were looking through the grocories, the group looked around, they were in a open stable like structure tied with ropes and next to them was a… a person? thier face and hands were covered with a cloth and gloves, they seemed unfriendly, it was probably the leader of all the other rats, He looked back at them and the group saw what he was doing, he was reading a book, Ericks book

Erick - HEY GIVE THAT BACK

??? - i do not think i will, I must say Erick you did this to yourself

Erick - how would i do any of this to myself, i did nothing wrong

??? - as if. Not only did you play as a god you also changed people into objects or animals

Erick - animals? wait hold on! i know who you are! Please let me explain myself, it might even help you!

??? - oh.. so you know who i am huh. That's weird because when you turned me into this you didn't even ask me for my name!

As the man said that he aggresively pulled out his cloth mask reveling a rodent face

Erick - Look i am sorry i had to do this or else you would destroy this world!

??? - and how would i do that! i was just a pathetic plant!

Erick - you… you were more than that a wrong move with you and your anger… it would destroy all, in a proper way of a destruktor

??? - D- de- … What wreched thing are you assigning me now

Erick - do you know what a destruktor is

??? - of course i do! a wreached montster fuelled by the anger of the person that became them!

Erick - do you remember how angry you were getting how much wrong stuff happened to you? that is why. A destruktor is cursed from it's birth by the Astral goddess with the worst of luck, it only appears when the person reaches full adulthood and thier life becomes more frustrating and stressing it becomes more and more stressful until the bubble finally pops.

the stranger now worried looked at Erick and considered his words he knew that Erick spoke the truth but he still didn't know why he was a rat

??? - so what's the point of all this why am i a filthy animal now

Erick - I got a theory when i saw that the deseas that a destruktor has isn't affecting non abstractal thinking species, you know the species that can't have abstract thoughts, and i tested that theory on you, and guess what… It works! That type of change can prevent the transformation and can prevent further destruction. I didn't consult you because the stress of being hit with the fact that you are a destruktor would suerly change you into one. But now i see that i might have been too harsh on your form. You know, i could change you into a kobolt instead of a mus folk. But that would mean you would need to move somewhere where i could make sure you are doing fine.

??? - OH please do so, i am tired of living here with those filthy rodents!

Erick - alright then would you kindly untie us

the stranger quickly cut through the rope, the rats were noticeably sad that one of them was going to leave but they didn't make a move to stop him from doing so they even helped to get the ropes off and helped the group with getting up then quickly Erick and the rat man settled on the form of a humanoid rattle snake and then the man was quickly turned into his desired form. Then they said thier goodbyes to the rats, and went back home to the kingdom, where they told about thier adventures to the king, ate, and left behind Erick and the man who introduced himself as El Mariana, they went to sleep and it was even more calming for Margareth as she now was sure the rustling won't happen again.

[beevean]

Any unpopular Metroid opinions? (you're free to not answer this if you think it'll get you anon hate XD)

At this point I bet people dread to read my horrible takes in the tags :p

Metroid 1 is not as hard as people say. It does punish you severely for dying, but until Tourian and its disgusting boss, dying itself isn't that easy.

Metroid 2 is fun as its own game and I'm disappointed no remake truly got what made it so memorable. You just need to get used to the controls.

The Wrecked Ship is my least favorite area of SM, not Maridia. I don't like the looks, the theme, and how you defeat Phantoon first instead of at the end. A bit of a waste of an opportunity that Sakamoto confirmed that the Mother Ship in ZM wasn't the Wreched Ship, at least it would have been more interesting.

I don't like the X parasites. They're too blandly cute to be threatening, and it looks like they were created because the devs realized too late what a dumb move it was to eliminate the eponymous antagonists in the second title. I don't like the idea that they might come back in Metroid 6.

Prime 3 is fun and y'all are just mean :( i don't mind games that sacrifice a little exploration for the sake of memorable scenes, it still nails the typical Prime immersion for me

Anthony isn't as cool as the public perception seems to be, he just looks good because he appeared in a horribly written game.

Yes, OM's localization was atrocious and it must be considered when reviewing it. No, it doesn't suddenly make its story secretly good or well thought out.

I don't like the sound direction of the Mercury Steam games and I hope they change it soon, or change developers.

It's not a crime that Samus is conventionally attractive. On the other hand, the fact that she still cares to do her hair and put makeup on gives her characterization an interesting facet. (this is what you were expecting to hear, I presume :p)

I also think that adding scars to her design to make her more badass looking is lazy and doesn't make much sense. What would give her scars, in her highly sturdy Suit? There are other ways to make her look battle worn; adding Phazon scars is much more interesting, in my opinion.

#Metroid #Metroid 1 #Metroid 2 #Super Metroid #Metroid Fusion #Metroid Prime 3 #Metroid Other M #Samus Aran

[synria]

Do you have a fave femmc ship?

Ommg!!!!!

As a Disclaimer: I am currently playing p3p (at a super snail pace thanks to college) and i havent seen all details yet, both from trying to not spoil myself and let me play the game and get surprised by the addictions they made on the FEMC route. I have watched a full playthrought like, some months ago of P3 FES. Also terrible impulse control so i do have spoiled myself in a bunch of things(like some dates, some new pics we get as FEMC, some Social Links and etc). So, FEMC!  Emperor, Rio and Hermit are ships i am intrigued by but have yet to watch and so i cant say yet my opinion on them.

With that said..

RYOJI X FEMC HOLY SHIT 

IDSAOJIOASJIDOASJDSOAJADSOI I JUST???? LOVE ?? THE DYNAMIC????

IT GOT EVERYTHING, THE DRAMA, THE SWEETNESS, THE FLUFF, THE “MY DEAREST” THE “GLOW RING” THE HEART WRECTHING STUFF OF RYOJI LEARNING TO BE HUMAN AND BEING SO HAPPY AND THEN REALIZING HE IS THE HARBRINGER AND WANTING TO HER TO KILL HIM AND  I JUST I JUST I JUST??? THE SOUL STUFF, THE PERSONA STUFF I JUST I JUST.... FEMC ALSO HELPING HIM AND STUFF AND EVERYTHING I JUST IIDUASIHASUHDUASIHSAUIAS THE GUT WRECHING MOMENT OF FEMC REFUSING TO KILL HIM AND THEN THE NYX FIGHT1!! THE NYX FIGHT!!!!

*YELLS INTENSIVELY INTO THE VOID*

I CANT HONESTLY PUT INTO WORDS HOW MUCH I SHIP THIS PAIRING!!! ITS HAS EVERYTHING AND GODS DJISOADIOSA

IT BRINGS JUST A BUNCH OF FUZZY FEELINGS AND WRECKING FEELINGS AND I L O V E I T

(I cant still believe they didnt allow OG!MC to have a Ryoji support, because wtf Atlus, the support makes Ryoji from the guy you met from 10 secs ago and its now surprise the harbinger, into a more emotional and fleshed character)

RUNNER UP: MITSURU 

JSIOAJDISAOJDSAOIJSDIOJA LISTEN I DIE FOR HER AND SHE AND FEMC IS JUST??? AMAZING I LOVE IT. SHE MENTORING FEMC THEN FEMC HELPING HER TO ENJOY HER FREEDOM AND INTEGRATING FRIENDSHIP INTO THE GROUP, HELPING MITSURU AT TAKING SOME BURDEN OF HER AND THEY BOTH RELAXING I JUST I DIE I LOVE THEM!!! 

I CANT JUST NOT MENTION THAT BC !!! THE MOTORCYCLE AAAAAAAAAAAAA

RUNNER UPS 3: THEO AND AIGIS

I will stop the essays bc lordy is this getting super long(and i got to study)

but i also really enjoy both of those BECAUSE ITS SO DORKY AND I JUST THE AMOUNT OF FEELS

thank you a lot for the question!! :3

when i got more time will probs yell far more abt them

#ask #p3 #persona #ryoji x protag #samantha-girlscout

[stray-kids-in-your-area]

Its an incredible feeling getting to be with your friend you made online. Meeting her for the first time is a something I'll never forget. I've been so blessed to get to visit her multiple time and have her come here and visit me. Everyone always talks about the good and happy memories you make but what they don't tell you about is the heart wreching pain of having to leave them. This girl has been in my life for 3 years, she's so important to me and i dont know what i would do without her. This was the last time I'll get to see her for quite sometime. The feeling of not knowing when I'll be able to hug her again or talk with hear face to face is a different kind of pain. It not only hurts your heart but your body and mind. Everything about the unknowing of your next meet is pure torture.

#internet friends

[parttimepadawan]

Overtaken (Hux x General!Reader)

A/N: Why did I write smut? Why do birds sing? Why do Adelie penguins go rock-hunting? The answer to all these questions is simple. It’s because we’re fucking horny.

This was supposed to be pure hatesex, but I’ve a heart full of fluff and it shows.

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Word count: 4306

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

You hoped that someone out there found your circumstances funny, because you sure as hell did not. If this was one big joke set up by the Supreme Leader, you hoped he laughed until he cried and wheezed, because you were quite unamused. One of your commanders was nearly running to keep up with you on your way to your meeting.

You paused at the door and took a deep breath to calm yourself as well as to give Commander Khiral a chance to catch her breath. Muttering under your breath, you gave yourself a pep talk. You would put your feelings for Hux behind you until further notice and do your part for the First Order. With victory just over the horizon, you’d be damned if you let yourself lose focus now.

Try as you did, even with the pep talk, you couldn’t help the slight downturn of the corner of your mouth at the flash of orange in your vision upon your entrance. It didn’t help that all officers’ uniforms were pure black, making his hair stand out even more. You stepped inside, counting down in your head. 3, 2…

“Late to the party as always, General L/N.” There it was. You wanted to slap the smug little smirk right off his face.

“Apologies, General Hux, everyone. There was a bit of trouble during transport to the Supremacy,” you said, taking your seat, Khiral taking her place next to you. You’d have argued further if the room weren’t full of some of the highest ranking First Order officers from all stretches of the galaxy. You guessed Hux had the same thought process when he let it be as well.

“Now, to make sure all of us are on the same page,” said another general. You were sure that you would be able to recall his name if you put your mind to it, but Khiral spared you the trouble, flashing her datapad in your direction long enough for you to read his name off of it. General Tarkin. Right, the son of the former Imperial Navy Admiral, how could you have forgotten?

“We have all been assembled to execute the final plan to crush the Resistance permanently. This will require more fleets to move to this section of the Outer Rim,” he continued, as a holomap projected itself into the air above the table. The section of the Outer Rim Tarkin was referring to was highlighted in red. You quickly identified the surrounding stars and planets, trying to find your own fleet in relation to the highlighted area. You found it and inwardly groaned at the thought of the cost of fuel it would take to make the jump all the way there.

“General L/N, General Hux, and myself will be the only ones to bring the entirety of our fleet to this section. All other generals are to bring a tenth of their fleets. All fleets will surround the planet Crait and the adjacent planets in the system.” By this point, you were only half listening. The meeting continued on, dragging itself along as time crawled by. You tried to shift your position discreetly to ease your discomfort, and spoke less frequently than you normally did.

Much of your time in the meeting was spent giving hand signals to your commander under the table to assure her that you were alright. You may not have been at 100% physically but your mind was unharmed enough for you to question why anyone would choose to hide in the middle of nowhere, among other things that were left unvoiced. After what felt like hours of hammering out the finer details, the meeting was adjourned and you lifted yourself out of your chair with a grunt. Khiral rushed to help you, but you shook your head.

“I’m fine,” you said. “This is nothing.” She backed off, but you could still see the look of concern on her face. You wondered how she ever got to her position wearing her heart on her sleeve like that. With the number of people milling about and heading in the same direction, you were left waiting by the door for those in front of you to make their way out of the room before you could leave. As you waited, someone called your name.

“Something wrong, L/N?” asked Hux. In no mood to argue, you shook your head.

“I’m fine. Had a bit of a run-in with some rebels on the way here, but this is by no means the worst injury I’ve ever had,” you said. You didn’t turn to look at him fully, but you could see him shift his weight on his feet out of the corner of your eye.

“Good. It’d be a shame if you were unable to work, as unsatisfactory as it already is,” he said as casually as he would a comment on the weather. You grit your teeth. The man was a vulture, leaping to insult you as soon as the room cleared, the only witnesses to the exchange Khiral and Hux’s own commander.

“Come, commander,” you called to Khiral. You would stay and listen to his insufferable babble no longer. You took steps away from the meeting room even more hurried than the ones taken to get to the meeting, Khiral at your heels, voice small as she advised you against agitating your injuries.

You knew you should have listened to her, especially now as you lay on the couch in your chambers, wincing as she changed the bandages you couldn’t change yourself. She made no special effort to be gentle, and you didn’t blame her after she tried so hard to warn you. A small cry was ripped from you as the bandaging on your arm was torn off, dried blood coming off with it.

You grabbed the cushion from under your head and smushed it over your face as she readied to disinfect the cuts on your arm. The cushion muffled your loud whines and shouts as the wounds burned and stung. Your other arm let up on pressing the cushion into your face and you left it there as you panted, little pulses of pain going through your arm as fresh bandages were wrapped.

“That’s the last of them,” Khiral said, and the both of you breathed a sigh of relief at once. You sat up slowly, letting the cushion slip off of you and fall to the floor. As your feet touched the floor, Khiral tossed it back onto the couch and you heard a knock at your door. You looked frantically for your shirt, having taken it off to change your bandages as your commander went to ask who had come to visit. Before she could press the button on the intercom, the door opened with a hiss and you covered yourself with the cushion as Hux walked in.

“You know, Hux, the polite thing to do would be to wait until you are invited in,” you said with a bitter tone. Three conversations with this man in a day was three too many. He sniffed, his mouth twisted in a sneer.

“I’ll take it from here, Commander,” he said to Khiral, clearly dismissing her from the room. You glowered at him.

“Stay, Khiral,” you said. Khiral paused, one foot off the ground on her way out the door. Hux repeated himself, more forcefully this time, and your words did nothing to keep her in the room with you. After she was gone, you threw the cushion to the side, modesty be damned.

“She’s my officer, Hux! You have no right to push her around–”

“This is my ship, General,” he said, sneer still in place. You hated that look on his face more than anything. You stood and walked up to him, each step echoing in your sparse rooms.

“Where the hell do you get off–”

“Careful, L/N, you don’t want to–”

“Stop interrupting me!” You’d reached your boiling point and if he didn’t think you’d fight him with your one good arm, he was sorely mistaken. Even then, you calmed your voice as best you could, though it came out a little stiff. “And your threats won’t work on me, Armitage,” you said, and reveled in the clench of his jaw at the sound of his given name. At this he stepped up to you as well, your noses nearly touching. Instead of backing away, you looked up defiantly and couldn’t help a sneer of your own when he only grew angrier.

“The day I feel intimidated by a man who clawed his way to power over the the backs of the innocent and their deaths–” A gloved hand clapped itself over your mouth at the same time as another wrapped itself around your bandaged arm. You grunted as pain ran itself up and down that arm, your words cut off completely.

Just as quickly as he took hold of you, he let you go. Your arm continued to pulse, but you kept a straight face. “Well?” you asked. “You obviously stopped me for a reason. What is it?” You stared him down as he panted, trying to calm his own frustration. Evidently, counting to ten in his head didn’t work as he bared his teeth and you heard the air rush past them as he exhaled.

“You insufferable–” Looks who’s talking. “Disrespectful–” He had you there. You didn’t have an ounce of respect for him. “Little bitch!” Now that was just unkind. You took a step forward until your chests touched and took hold of his chin, tilting his head down to make eye contact. You expected him to wrech himself away, but he stayed, staring intensely, awaiting your next move. It made you wonder, but it served your purpose, so you let it go.

“Every word of what you just said describes the both of us,” you said, “so you can get off your high horse–” Yet again, you were interrupted, but this time with a kiss. It wasn’t at all soft like you would imagine your first kiss with a man would be. It was all clashing teeth and biting lips. In your mind, you knew that this shouldn’t have been happening, that you hated this man. But you found him attractive, and he’d made it clear that he felt the same. So you found no harm in allowing the forbidden just once, and you kissed back.

He pulled you closer, pressing as much of himself into you as he could. You could feel the bandages around your waist stretch a bit, but you didn’t let it bother you. You walked backward, looking for a soft surface with your eyes closed, and let yourself drop when the back of your knees hit the edge of your bed. Your mouth didn’t separate from Hux’s until you fell onto your back, panting heavily.

“I hate you and think you’re the most pretentious man I’ve ever met.” The words were but a breath when they passed your lips. The man above you huffed as he stripped himself of his greatcoat and the shirt underneath it.

“The word ‘pretentious,’ my dear, implies that I can’t make good on my word when I tell you,” he leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “I could ruin you.” These last words were but a hiss, his breath warm on your skin, and they sent a shiver through you. A cool puff of air blew at your ear and you turned to kiss him again. You ran your hands through his hair and he reached down to unfasten the button on your pants, tugging them down roughly. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was trying to make it hurt. In retaliation, you dug your heels into the bed and forcefully pushed your hips against his.

He grunted and you broke the kiss to say, “I may be opening my legs for you, but it would do you well to remember who I am.” Your hands left his hair, having sufficiently mussed it up, to reach for his trousers. Your hands were batted away and held above your head as he removed them with his free hand. You opened your mouth to speak again after undergarments were removed, but the words caught in your throat when cold leather met with the bud where your thighs met.

You wriggled out of his hold on your wrists and drew him into another kiss to keep him from making any snide comments. His gloved hands rubbed you in slow circles as you ground your hips into his hand. He kept a steady pace, fast enough to build you up and just slow enough that you couldn’t find your release. Tired of the seemingly endless teasing, you dug in your heels again and flipped you both so that you straddled his hips.

You saw no point in talking any more and sank down onto him. You choked back a moan as well as you could, but it escaped you, sounding strangled and a little frustrated, making it clear that you’d been trying to keep quiet. It wasn’t as if this was a brand new experience, but it had been some time since you had done this last. Your potential embarrassment was staved off only by a near identical sound drawn from Hux’s throat.

You wasted no time in waiting for any adjustments and moved above him, another sound slipping out of you as Hux dug in his heels to meet you halfway. With your hands on his chest for support, you could feel the racing of his heart beneath your palm. It gave you a rush, the feeling of finally having some power over this man. This man, who’d always been one step ahead of you, from the academy to being just a gust of wind away from being Grand Marshall. And you had him at your mercy.

As if he’d heard your thought process, he grabbed you by the waist and threw you onto your side, standing from the bed. Before you could demand answers as to why, he faced you and grabbed your legs, laying them over his shoulders. He bent forward, touching your thighs to your chest and teasing you with the head of his cock. Your noses touched and you frowned at your pleasure getting cut off.

“I think you’ll like this position just as much as I do,” he said softly, and rubbed the tip of his nose against yours almost lovingly. You scoffed and shifted, trying to ease the pressure on your bandaged waist. Seeing this, he backed off a little, but stayed close enough that you could feel his breath on your body.

“You may be going soft on me, ‘Tidge,” you said. “Since when do you care about what I–” You gasped as he cut you off with a sharp thrust of his hips against yours. Back straightened, he moved faster than you ever did when you were on top of him. You threw a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself but couldn’t help the sharp cry that left you when you felt his teeth pinch the skin on your legs.

You looked up in time to see him lick the bite mark on your calf, and he met your gaze. “You don’t get to hide from me, Y/N,” he said. “Not now.” You couldn’t describe the look in his eyes, but before you knew it, you had both hands fisted in your sheets, waiting for him to move again. At your signal, he let himself move again, thrusting harder now to hear your unobstructed moans, your cries for him, the song only you could sing.

“Hux!” You couldn’t believe how easily he’d taken your control from you. You felt a heat build up in your chest as you watched his face, sweat starting to drip down his temples and eyes locked on yours in a way that made you feel caged. For the first time in your life, you weren’t sure the heat was from anger or frustration for this man, and so you closed your eyes and focused on yourself.

He looked down at you, your hair a mess and just a hint of tears building in the corner of your eyes. And not a single mark on you apart from the one on your calf.

You opened your eyes at the sharp pinches of his teeth on your skin. He moved quickly, biting down and letting the bruises color in before moving on to repeat. Each bite mark warmed as they colored in and you slid your legs down his arms, reaching up and pulling him to you. You repaid the favor by biting at his collarbone, working the same area. You alternated between biting and sucking, not satisfied until there was a dark purple blotch on his pale skin, a small imperfection on the man who had always held himself together.

He started to speak but you weren’t particularly listening. “You’ve always been too perfect,” you mumbled, diving in for more. You stayed below his neck, etching patterns into his skin in varying shades of red and purple. His skin was so pale, such a ready canvas for your mouth. It made you wonder what else you could paint on him, had you been wearing lipstick. He mumbled something that you couldn’t quite decipher into your hair and moved his hips against yours, at a pace to match the movement of the seconds ticking by on the wall clock.

“Move faster,” you said, pushing at his shoulders to admire your work. Each bruise reminded you of a blooming flower, and you traced them with your fingers. He complied, speeding up, and you watched as he moved. The sway of his body and the blooms scattered across his skin reminded you of a meadow you’d seen a long time ago on a planet that probably no longer existed, and in your mind’s eye, you were taken back. The bloom of red and purple on his skin was soon surrounded by tall green grass, swaying easily in the breeze. It was beautiful, and you closed your eyes, not wanting to face its association with Armitage Hux.

“For as long as you look me in the eyes, I’ll do whatever you please,” Hux said above you. You kept your eyes shut. “Look at me, Y/N.” He lightly shook you and you opened your eyes to meet his. They looked different, maybe a little greener. You couldn’t explain it, but they drew you in all the same. “Now, tell me what you want.” He didn’t speak with an especially strong tone, nor was he loud, but you felt compelled to obey.

“I want a good fuck,” you said, skimming the back of your knuckles over his cheek. “I want to see if you can ruin me like you said you could.”

“Just watch.” Then his hips were pistoning against yours, and you pulled his mouth to yours again, teeth clicking together as you tried to muffle your moans. You kept your eyes open like he’d asked, and found that his eyes were even greener up close. Your breath mingled with his as you panted, breathing each other’s air.

When you realized that your voice couldn’t be stifled no matter how much you tried, you let yourself lie back and let go of everything that wasn’t you, Hux, or the way he was making you feel. You could hear his grunts above you and feel little droplets of sweat land on your chest after falling from his face. Ordinarily, you’d have been disgusted, but right now you just wanted to make him sweat even more. Peppering kisses on as much of him as you could reach, pinned down as you were, you whimpered and whined unabashedly. You’d let yourself fall under him just this once, you told yourself.

You could feel yourself approaching your climax as lightning coursed through you and flashes of heat licked at your body as if he’d taken a knife to you. You gave him his warning and he only leaned closer to you in response, still keeping his pace. Up until now, your voice had raised in pitch gradually. Now it rose higher in leaps and bounds as you let yourself fall over the edge, your mouth opening in a silent scream.

As your back arched into him, Hux turned his head to kiss at your jaw. Not a moment later, you felt him pull out and finish onto your sheets, some of it touching your skin. He rolled to the side and landed on his back beside you, panting.

As the two of you caught your breath, neither of you looked at each other. Neither of you would know what to do if your gazes met. Neither of you wanted to know what you would do if you made eye contact. Breath now calm, but still feeling awkward, you sat up straight without thinking. A decidedly embarrassing whimper passed your lips when you sat directly on the pool he’d left behind. With a sigh, you got up and walked into your fresher to clean yourself up, your original plan on the backburner for now.

When you got out, you found Hux sitting at the foot of your bed, trousers back on, leaning his elbows onto his knees. You picked your shirt up off the floor, pulling it on purely for modesty’s sake. You kept an eye on Hux as you moved, but he didn’t look up once, not until he heard you rummaging around in the kitchen cupboards.

“Want a glass?” you asked, holding up a bottle of wine you’d pulled from the conservator. For a few moments he said nothing, did nothing, and you assumed that was a no. Popping the cork off the bottle, you almost didn’t hear him take you up on your offer.

Walking back and sitting with him at the foot of your bed, the physical evidence of your coupling between you, you stretched out your arm to offer him his glass. The first few sips were taken in silence, then it was accompanied by the tapping of a bare foot against the floor. Hux cleared his throat while you took another sip and you turned to look at him.

“Do you regret it? This?” he asked. You turned away and looked straight ahead as you thought your answer over.

“Hard to say,” you finally said. It wouldn’t be right to say that you were in love with him after what you just did. Life wasn’t a fairy tale. At least, yours wasn’t. You had hoped that fucking him once would be enough to satiate your physical attraction to him, but now you were just confused. He had not changed from the insufferable prick you knew not a few hours ago, but he was now more attractive in your eyes. “Do you?”

“I’m somewhere in between,” he confessed. “Kind of confused.” You nodded, admitting you knew what he meant.

You finished off your glasses in silence, and you poured yourself a second while Hux declined and dressed himself again. He looked toward your wall clock and sucked in a breath through his teeth.

“Well, Y/N, it’s been fun,” he said. You almost wished he wouldn’t try to awkwardly say goodbye and just walk out the door to save you both the embarrassment. “But I should be going. It’s almost time for Millicent to be fed.”

You froze, nearly overpouring your glass. Stars above, did he have a child? You were suddenly feeling sick. “Millicent?” you asked, one step away from a stutter.

“My cat.” And suddenly, the nausea left. You sighed deeply and took a gulp out of your glass, feeling silly. What were you thinking? Hux having a child onboard. As cold as he was, you were sure even he knew the Supremacy was no place for a child.

You bid him goodbye quietly and as the door hissed shut behind him, you were left feeling rather strange, equal parts awkward and empty and lost. What were you supposed to do now? You didn’t know what the protocol was for sexing up a coworker on your boss’s ship.

You caught a glimpse of white on your black sheets out of the corner of your eye and went to a keypad in your wall to summon your cleaning droid. It was your own personal droid; a bit of an older model, but it got the job done, and with discretion. As it spread new sheets onto your bed, you walked about your room, wondering why it felt so different when Hux had only been here a short time. Everything was still in its place, the rest of your clothing that had been left on the floor cleared away by your droid. Nothing was crooked, save for your bed which had moved during your little escapade, and you toed it back into place without a second thought.

Why did it still feel off? What had he done to leave his mark in your quarters? Or perhaps you were just oversensitive in the wake of what had just happened. Either way, you were exhausted, wanting nothing more to do with anything. You took your hair out of the updo it was normally in for work, ruined at Hux’s hands, and left the fasteners on your bedside table, bumping into a pair of leather gloves. You stared at them, wondering when he had even taken them off.

You shrugged it off. No matter. You hoped he had a spare pair, otherwise he’d have to come back and get them himself. You were no errand boy. You laid back on your bed and closed your eyes for the night.

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[pennycat83]

It had been scarred to hell. If the face wasn't a sign it was suffering then the mouth was a full collision warning, it's scarred and chapped lips only added to the scene. Bits of it had been removed to show the inside of its mouth. Wires still stuck at odd positions and nearly all of the teeth had been cut back to make the entrance more accessible. It was more than easy for someone to wander in even if the mouth had been closed.

A sicken feeling came over Penny chan as her ears drew back in frustration, she didn't really give a damn about it being a city destroying dragon but this...

She struggled to look further down the side of the creature but she could see more, the outlines of nearly everything that had been built were pressurised in it's stomach. "Jesus fuck...", she finally hopped off the creature as her sister followed suit.

"So...gonna leave it for tomorrow?", "guess so". She stopped before leaving, looking up once again to look at the creature before following her nearly missing sister back to the camp.

Fortunately the shoddily made tent and camping equipment only suffered a light dusting of rubble, it really didn't make sense why SHE had to stay behind to keep watch but it at least mean getting to watch the creature up close.

Once the relaxation and amazement of what Penny chan did died down and every one left Penny chan settled back into her sleeping bag. It felt...weird listening to a dragon sleep, it snored here and there and twitched at certain points. She sunk her head deeper into her cushioned pillow and began thinking more and more about just what to do with it.

'Just have to see what happens and roll with it...', she sighed, and tried nodding off. By the time any kind of warmth came about she heard a deep wreching noise, she bolted up right and made a mad dash to the source. It was awake, it seemed to have been for a while as more of it's body had revealed itself from yesterday.

"I don't know what the fuck is wrong with it", the sudden casual statement from Pennymania turned Penny chan's attention somewhat to the pile of rocks she sat atop.

Just like yesterday she was still wearing a pair of busted combat boots, this time however she went with something more..."The hell are you wearing?". The combat jacked and...revealing tank top didn't do much in making Pennymania less trashy, nor did the thigh high black net stockings but the thing that sold the outfit was the God awful denim ripped shorts. It came together to make a sore sight as Penny chan turned her head to focus on whatever was wrong was the creature.

(2/3)

[mysageukinbio]

JHB '81 Episode 27 as a series of incoherent Discord messages

Episode 27

[7:46 PM]It's concubine selection time!

[7:47 PM]His sister Myeongan and Aunt Suk An are invovled

[7:48 PM]Inhyeon is waiting, but for whom?

[7:48 PM]Jangryeol is here to see Inhyeon

[7:49 PM]Jangryeol: Why'd you ask for a concubine selection?

[7:49 PM]"This is all wrong! You're in your prime to have a child!"

[7:49 PM]Inhyeon: I've put good thought into this, don't stop me

[7:50 PM]JAngryeol: I know, but a concubine could bring you more problems

[7:50 PM]"Imagine if the concubine became arrogant with a child?"

[7:50 PM]"Even if she's a good person, she'll still be a threat if she has a child"

[7:51 PM]Inhyeon: I've thought of it all

[7:51 PM]"For the nation it's importannt we have a child"

[7:51 PM]At the Western Faction

[7:52 PM]Song Shi Yeol: What do we do?

[7:52 PM]Min Jeong Jung: We've organized some girls from the Noron factionn to be picked

[7:52 PM]Song Shi Yeol: Yes, we must do that, fo rthe Queen's sake

[7:52 PM]Min Yu Jung: This is to stop Jang Suk Won from having a child first

[7:52 PM]"So we're picking someone who's perfect for childbirth"

[7:53 PM]"Kim Su Hang's granddaughter will do"(edited)

[7:53 PM]Ok Jeong is pissed about the concubine

[7:53 PM]Flashbacking on what the Queen told her last episode

[7:54 PM]idk if the film is red bc of the show's age or if it's on purpose

[7:54 PM]it was the film's age

[7:54 PM]Ok Jeong' smom is here to see her

[7:54 PM]Ok Jeong: The more I think about it, the angrier I am

[7:54 PM]"The Queen and I must've been enemies in out past life"

[7:55 PM]"I've tried everything to have a child"

[7:56 PM]"Literally everything - the spoon to the eye, drinkinng the Buddha's nose, ..."

[7:56 PM]"Ingyeong had two princesses, so it's not the King's fault"

[7:56 PM]"A child might not be in my fate"

[7:56 PM]"I won't spend my time in tears like Ingyeong did"

[7:57 PM]Jo Sa Seok is here

[7:57 PM]Jo Sa Seok: Did you hear the rumors?

[7:57 PM]"The Noron have decided the concubine"

[7:58 PM]Ok Jeong's mom: "Without the selection process?"

[7:58 PM]Ok Jeong: who is it?

[7:58 PM]Jo Sa Seok: Kim Su Hang's granddaughter

[7:58 PM]Lady Oh is back from out of the Palace

[7:59 PM]Inhyeon: What took you s o long?

[7:59 PM]"Did you meet my mom?"

[7:59 PM]Lady Oh: "She says don't worry, we've selected the concubine"

[7:59 PM]Inhyeon: Kim Su Hang's granddaughter? She's nice

[7:59 PM]Lady Oh: She has all the features for good childbirth

[8:00 PM]There are a lot of requirements

[8:00 PM]deep navel, dark nipples, round face, something like that - that's just 3 of 10 requiremrnts

[8:00 PM]Inhyeon: What a relief for the nation

[8:01 PM]Kim Su Hang's granddaighter is here, now Kim Suk Ui!

[8:01 PM]Ok Jeong wants to see what's going on

[8:01 PM]She's not pleased

[8:02 PM]Kim Suk Ui's chambers will be next to the Queen's

[8:02 PM]She meets the Queen for the first time

[8:03 PM]Inhyeon: Welcome

[8:03 PM]"I've been waiting for you"

[8:03 PM]Kim Suk Ui: The honor is all mine

[8:03 PM]Suk Won is supposed to see Suk Ui. as she is lower than her in rank

[8:04 PM]Suk Ui: Lower RAnk 2 Suk Won: Lower Rank 4

[8:04 PM]Lady Ccheon tells Ok Jeong what happened

[8:04 PM]Ok Jeong: I don't care what happened when she came

[8:04 PM]Does she really haveegood features for childbirth?

[8:05 PM]Lady Cheon: Yes, she does

[8:05 PM]"The Queen says they'll have a child soon"

[8:05 PM]It's time for Suk Ui's first night with Sukjong

[8:05 PM]Sukjongn is curious

[8:06 PM]The court ladies: Enjoy ;)

[8:06 PM]Sukjong: come closer

[8:06 PM]Kim Suk Ui comes closer, but she's shy

[8:07 PM]Ok Jeong is overcome with jealousy

[8:07 PM]She's imaginign waht could happen

[8:07 PM]Sukjong: Give us a Prince, for me, for the Queen, for the nation

[8:07 PM]Inhyeon: Did everything go fine?

[8:08 PM]Lady Oh: Yes

[8:08 PM]Inhyeon: Suk Ui really looks like she can bear lots of children. It's the nation's fortune

[8:08 PM]"If Suk Ui bears a Prince, I can adopt him and make him Crown Prince"

[8:09 PM]"How did I reach this state? Unable to bear a chcild and lost the King's favor..."

[8:09 PM]Southern faction is having a restless night

[8:10 PM]Ok Jeong's mother is back at Dongpyeong's

[8:10 PM]They're curious about everything

[8:10 PM]Ok Jeong refused to see her mother after that day

[8:10 PM]The King only goes to Kim Suk Ui these days

[8:11 PM]Hee Jae: All this effort for nothing...

[8:11 PM]Dongpyeong: Don't feel too bad, Suk Won won't backc down like this

[8:11 PM]Ok JEong's mother: That's what worries me

[8:11 PM]"I remember what Ok Jeong said before"

[8:11 PM]"She said she won't live in the backroom without favor"

[8:12 PM]No spoon this time but Suk Won is squinting at the sun for a baby

[8:12 PM]Sukjong visits Ok Jeong

[8:12 PM]Ok Jeong is despondent

[8:13 PM]She won't let him touch her

[8:13 PM]Sukjong: Are you jealous of the new concubine? Lmao cute

[8:14 PM]"Okay enough, my heart is with you, even if my body is with Suk Ui"

[8:14 PM]"You know I can't leave a new concubine alone"

[8:14 PM]Sukjong's had it

[8:14 PM]"You insult me over this"

[8:14 PM]"The Queen's happy about this for the nation!"

[8:14 PM]"Fuck you I won't come back!"

[8:15 PM]It's all part of Ok Jeong's plan but yes, she is pissed

[8:15 PM]He's at the Queen's now

[8:15 PM]Inhyeon: I saw your mother ina dream

[8:16 PM]"She said the new concubine will have a lot of children, but Jang Suk Won has no children and is therefore not blessed"

[8:16 PM]Sukjong sees Inhyeon's jealousy

[8:16 PM]He thinks it's okay if they're jealous, and feels sorry for Ok Jeong

[8:17 PM]Okay now he doesn't

[8:17 PM]Ok Jeong heard what the Queen said

[8:17 PM]"She's cursing me, isn't she?"

[8:17 PM]Sukjong said he'll never visit Ok Jeong again

[8:18 PM]Lady Cheon: I don't understand, why did you rebuff him?

[8:18 PM]"Now all the servants think you're out of favor"

[8:18 PM]"Now that the Queen supports Kim Suk Ui, Suk Ui's servants are all arrogant"

[8:18 PM]"What do we do?"

[8:19 PM]Ok Jeong: "It's nothing to be afraid of"

[8:19 PM]"Even if I die for favor, I won't be pushed to the backcfoom"

[8:19 PM]Lady Go (Suk Ui's court lady) is outside

[8:19 PM]Lady Go says Suk Ui is waiting for Suk Won to present hersself

[8:20 PM]Lady Cheon tells Ok Jeong

[8:20 PM]Ok Jeong: I never knew we had a new concubine lol anyway tell her to come to me

[8:20 PM]Suk Ui" What?

[8:20 PM]"What ana rrogant wrech"

[8:21 PM]"I should go teach her a lesson!"

[8:21 PM]Lady Go: Please maintain your dignity

[8:21 PM]Don't let a lowly Suk Won make you angry

[8:21 PM]She's supposed to cocme to you anyway

[8:22 PM]Suk Ui: I may be a concubine, but I was brought in by selection, a Suk Ui from a noble family!

[8:22 PM]"She's just a translator's daughter, a lowclass Suk Won who was once a court maid"

[8:22 PM]"Tell her to come now!"

[8:22 PM]Ok Jeong hears this

[8:22 PM]"I was here first, she should come to me!"

[8:23 PM]"Ranks mean nothing, I was here first!"

[8:23 PM]Jangryeol hears what's going on

[8:23 PM]lady Han: shit's going to hit the fan

[8:23 PM]Jangryeol: Do the King and Queen know?

[8:23 PM]Lady Han: Yes, they do

[8:24 PM]Jangryeol: If Suk Ui bears a child, it'll be trouble

[8:24 PM]Lady Han: please save Lady Suk Won

[8:24 PM]Jangryeol: lol what? No

[8:24 PM]Sukjong heard about this

[8:24 PM]Suk Won's going to Suk Ui's chambers

[8:25 PM]Sukjong finds them both arrogant and foul

[8:25 PM]Ok Jeong: How dare Suk Ui nisult me like this? bring her out

[8:25 PM]Suk Ui comes out

[8:26 PM]Lady Oh calls them both into the Queen's Palacec

[8:26 PM]Inhyeon: sit down, both of you

[8:27 PM]You two are too much

[8:27 PM]Do you take the King, Queen and Grand Queen Dowager so ligtly?

[8:27 PM]To fight in our presence?

[8:27 PM]Suk Won, your behavior is bizarre

[8:27 PM]Your rank is lower than hers, do you take her so lightly?

[8:27 PM]The difference between you two is so much, how cann you insult her liek this?

[8:28 PM]LAdy Oh, birng the whip!

[8:28 PM]Disciplining you is my duty as Queen, now roll up yours kirt!"

[8:28 PM]Dont' you hear me? Roll up your skirt!

[8:29 PM]I'm whipping you today, but next time I'll torture you!

[8:29 PM]Inhyeon whips Ok Jeong, who faints right after

[8:29 PM]Sukjong is worried

[8:30 PM]Sukjong: How hard did the Queen whip her for her to faint?

[8:30 PM]End of episode

#women of legend #jang hee bin #1981 #sageuk

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Film Genre - Sound Project Peer Review

After watching everyone else’s projects, I’m overall super impressed. It was a pretty tricky project, yet we all managed to make it work. Here is my feedback for each group (I thought I should also leave my feedback to the groups I was in the crit with, just so it’s here in case they want to read it, but also so I can refer back to it).

Group 1 - Cameron, Molly, Charlie, Luke, Alexander

The atmosphere, right off the bat, is immedietly quite eerie. The music creates this sense of dread, both in the lyrics and the slight grain it has to it. I think you’ve done a really good job at making the music fill the space; how it echoes and reverbs in the apartment, the slight echo of it on the stairwell, and then how you move to non-diegetic at the end. I think that the song really ties the whole seen together and also drives the narrative. Some slight things I think you could work on. Some of the sounds have a bit of grain and fuzz to them, maybe you had to bring some quieter sounds up? Also, some of your footsteps arn’t in sync. I found that some of the levels were too loud at points; some of the footsteps sounded like they were right next to the camera. At the end I felt the rain was slightly peaking, but that could just be my speakers. Overall, I got the sense that you were going for the horror genre. However, the lyrics of the music also made me feel there might be a slight romance element to it. My favourite thing has to be the choice and placement of score, really well done!

Group 2 - Jagoda, Laurie, Peter, Gordie, Lilith

In our crit, I mentioned that I got big sci-fi thriller, Cloverfield vibes. I know now that you were attempting more of a monster horror genre, which I can totally see. I think you’re use of the roars was interesting, they are hard to place (which I think is what threw me off in terms of genre), and I think you could’ve edited them a bit to make them more echoey, therefore allowing the viewer to place them in the space of the building. I also think there was some sounds that cut off abrubtly, or has too much grain, which can all be easily fixed. I really like the narrative you were trying to create, and I think maybe some small bit of dialogue might’ve helped convey it more. But overall, I really enjoyed it. 

Group 3 - Elze, Beth, Lucas, Jess, Josh

Dude! This is so good. I LOVE the layering voices at the start, really helps to convey the narrative and genre. All the non-diegetic dialogue, that I presume is in her head, really makes this scene come together. The soft keyboard and bass in the background really makes me FEEL THINGS. Right off the bat, I became really emotionally invested in the voices, and then moving into the flat and hearing little snippets of her life, paired with the melacholy score, really made me feel for this character. Amazing job guys! Wee nit-picky things I think could be better. When she is packing her clothes away, I felt there should be more noises of the clothes and hangers, and also the levels seemed slightly off (I don’t know if that’s just my speakers though). The genre I got from this was dystopian, but with romace elements. 

Group 4 - Dan, Will, Fraser, Alyssa, Emily

I found that a lot of the levels and sync in this project were off. There were times where the footsteps would be out of sync, and also on one level right next to the camera for the whole shot. I also think you could’ve added more reverb to the cages scene. However, I did really love the humanisation of the animals, the human screaming layered, which created this build of just gut-wreching terror. I do think you could’ve added more breathing of the protagonist through out the whole film, especially to the cages scene as it would’ve really added to the build up. I do love the final 15 seconds where it’s quiet apart from nature. Overall, I got big ecological horror elements, but also very psychological thriller.

Group 5 - Coleen, Josh, Kyle, Abigail, Kate

I really liked the start of this one. The opening shots with the sad piano really made me feel sad for the character. However, I didn’t know why. I felt that this project was lacking in a sense of narrative, as well as I struggled to find what genre it is. I did enjoy your decision on setting. The constant cars and bustling of the city outside conveyed the idea of the world moving whilst the protagonist is going through something really upsetting. I think you could’ve edited the levels more, as at some points the sounds are right next to the camera when they shouldn’t be. I also think some added dialogue (wether diegetic or non-diegetic) could’ve really helped specify the narrative and genre. Overall, mainly based on score, I got a romantic drama. 

Group 6 - Maddy, Tom, Mia, Dori, Abbie

Gosh, I do love some sad geetarr ™, and you’ve not let me down here. I really enjoyed your use of score, it really added to the narrative, however, did slightly throw me off in terms of genre. I know that in the crit some people got rom com, however, I did get a sense of a drama as I personally felt the guitar was very melancholic, giving this sense of dread and hopelessness. I do feel that your levels could be edited a bit, as sometimes the footsteps sounded very close where they shouldn’t. But apart from that I really enjoyed your take on this project. 

#filmgenre #sounddesign

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Homestuck High - Chapter 4

Homestuck high Chapter 4: The duel, a homestuck fanfic | FanFiction

to the people asking if im a troll no i am not i wuld rly like 2 bee one tho since the homestuck ones are cool!

~My worst fear is confirmed

idk why id own a dildo to stick up an ass lol im not old enough 2 own one.

~A. I love how you took their comment as a serious request

~B. If you're not old enough then WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WRITING EROTIC FICTION!?

to the nice ppl who left nice reviews i wnt 2 say thank u because they made me smile hehe.

~It must take some serious willpower to write a nice review on this story

nefotion gave me a REALLY god idea 2 add in wizards 2 the story so i might do that.

~You already got one though

~for the last god damn time, hagrid, im not a fuckin wwizard

im rely glad u like the character developement but whaat is my immortal? do you mean like the song by evenescense?

~I actually read My Immortal earlier today and DEAR LORD. I'm not even part of the Harry Potter fandom but it was just so awful

Just when all hope was thought to be lost Eridan took out of his deadly weapon knwon as the almighty Demontroll and began to rock out on it so the noise would distract Sollux wich it did and he let go of Jade and she came running over to them.

~But Eridan's Strife Specibus is Riflekind though

"Thank you sooooooooooo much John" she exclaimed

"My name is Eridan, John is no longer part of this body but exists now within hells wreched flames!" Eridan spoke

"Oh ok" Jade said

~#Jadebestfriend

and walked over to Dave

"So..." Sollux begins as he took out his own instrement, the dark and almighty Red

~And blue

tooth which was an old wooden violin

~If Sollux played an instrument it would probably be a double-neck guitar

and began to fight back against Eridan "You are challenging me to a duel"

"You will not win it" Eridan ejaculates

~That's the second time someone ejaculated from talking

as he plucks the guitar harder "you will not win over my wrath and you will no take these chicks back to your castle within the dark clouds to create the next evil dark overloard!"

~Can I just take a moment to ask why Sollux is evil

"Then if i lose the battle you must hand over to me Rose and Jade so I may plant the dark spawn within them to create the ultimite POWER" Sollux suggested

~Wait, that happens if he LOSES? Wouldn't he WANT to lose then?

Both demons began to rock out on their instruments and a clash of white and black aroma smashed together within the space between them as they batteld it out. they began to sweat. it was a tough duel but Eridan did a triple eighty and knocked Sollux back flying.

~How does playing an instrument knock someone back?

"WELL DONE ERIDAN!" everyone on Eridans side cheered.

~Is there anyone besides Sollux not on his side?

"Whatevs" Eridan said, putting his guitar into his pocket

~It's bigger on the inside

~Unrelated, but I can't wait for series 10 of Doctor Who. I used to be a massive Whovian, but now it's been over a year since series 9 ended, and I really want to reignite that flame. Anyways, back to the story

Sollux walked away in defeat but hed be backk they all knew it.

Eridan took off his horns and John returned.

"What happenend" John ingerigated

~Ingerigated

"you turned into a super awesome demon

~They're called trolls

called Eridan and you battled that Sollux guy to protect me and Jade" Rose bubbled.

~Rose bubbled

"Oh ok" John said

~What is it with John and having the most underwhelming reactions?

"Lets go to class" Gamzee cornered

~Is the author just using random words they don't know the meaning of to try and sound smart?

"I smell a war coming..."

~That's Terezi's job

~Actually, where is Terezi? Or Nepeta? Or literally any of the other trolls?

Tarvos wanred "I do not like this. Be careful John mboy"

The next day Rose came over to John bubbling with news

"John guess what" she said

"what" John said

"Were going to have a baby" she cried

~I know I already used this image 3 times but

"Thats great" John said

~Not even an exclamation mark. Fucking cold

~Also, teen pregnancy is far from great

and he hugged her tightly. he always wanted to be a

"Whats going on" Dave inquisited

~Dave somehow managed to interrupt the narrator

"Rose is going to have a baby" John said proudly

Dave smiled "But wait what about Sollux and the dark spawm"

~He said this while smiling

"Dont worry about that right now we must celebrate" Rose manifactured.

~Manifactured

"Ok" Dave said

next chapter there will be a baby shower and a realy big surprise but is it a good or bad one review to find out

~Probably awful, but I'm not sure if it'll be worse than *shudder* chapter 3

#Homestuck High #Bad Fanfiction