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teruthecreator · 4 years

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poorly summarize everything that’s happened in grad so far for me, the clown who has only listened to 2 episodes (totally for goofs please don’t stress kbdjdjssk)

nah nah nah okay dont even sweat it i GOT YOU. okay so, the basics:

we got three whores to focus on. ignore all other npcs only two of them are mentioned regularly. the whores being:

sniveling little bitch who’s imposter syndrome is almost as fat as his ass

pirates of the caribbean in scotland

mossy rock w funny accent

now you think the main setting would be the school theyre at, right? wrong. this is also barely mentioned, save for the scattered Actual Class Scenes

currently (as of ep 16) they’re on spring semester freshman year. yknow, the semester of college where u suddenly decide to change ur major and start trying to join a sorority.

now we got that all covered, we talk Plot (as much plot as i remember):

think of Sky High. remember the dynamics there? that’s here too. in the beginning eps, all three whores are lame little lackeys just getting through gen eds. imposter syndrome bitch also got a superiority complex over his gifted-kid-related trauma about this

(once again, important to note the classes have No Meaning to the plot.)

pirates of the caribbean also learns from Mysterious Bird Man that his mother belonged to The Masons: But Make It Fantasy.

sentient mossy rock also sometimes does things without knowing why. is he dissociating?? no. you’ll find out why in a second.

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FIRST MISSION: they issue a subpoena to a rock monster. mossy rock man pick up cool crystal. the whores learn there are some lil holy-holes torn into spacetime that weren’t there before! neat!

OH YEAH ALSO IMPORTANT. IMPOSTER SYNDROME GETS A SON HIS NAME IS SNIPPERS HE IS ACTUALLY THE MOST IMPORTANT CHARACTER IN THE SHOW CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE

anyway, scottish jack sparrow joins the masons and is assigned his first solid snake mission: find out all the hot goss on imposter syndrome.

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THEN ITS WINTER BREAK. they fight some imps. travis was way too proud of this bit. imposter syndrome and scot sparrow are a little homoerotic.

and also a random npc is written out of the story which makes imposter syndrome paranoid.

somewhere around winter break imposter syndrome gets promoted to Disney Villain by the Main Headmaster. this will be important Kind Of.

imposter syndrome and sentient moss have a convo and decide they cant trust Disney’s Pirates Of the Caribbean Ride In Scotland bc he sneaks out too much to get schwasty w the masons.

mossman admits he doesn’t know what he’s doing sometimes (me too buddy) and imposter syndrome clocks his vibe and finds out he’s been brainwashed! swag

because of the removed npc, the government sends Random Woman With A Nice Name to watch over class proceedings. remember when sometimes the principal would sit in on classes for teacher’s performance reviews?? like that but more Law & Order.

moss admits to nice woman that he’s afraid bc his brain got yoinked. she gives him a listening device to help. this literally becomes useless within the next episode.

imposter syndrome talks abt his paranoia w nice woman bc he thinks he’s gonna die. pirate boy talks abt his insecurity complex bc he thinks the hot himbo he lives w doesnt like him.

these conversations happen in succession.

also pirates of the caribbean finds out imposter syndrome is....an imposter! sends a nicely written, lightly homoerotic letter home to his imposter’s mom to get the facts.

those facts being he’s actually a country bumpkin himbo.

mossy cobblestone gets mindwiped to run to the Other Headmaster, and imposter and pirate follow. they learn that green top actually gave the headmaster permission to wipe his mind clean bc he has a rlly low deception roll, and also the real Main Headmaster is a dog bc travis runs this game. which makes Main Headmaster That Promoted Imposter Syndrome...An Imposter!!!

Other Headmaster explains in order to un-dog this man (and un-bird the npc who got removed from the plot but is suddenly back) he needs the apple from Snow White. currently two herds of centaurs are fighting over it, so they gotta Nab It.

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SECOND MISSION. i can summarize this real quick:

they talk to the horsepeople and find out the leaders are stubborn exes

they talk to a forest god who basically gives them the Wonderland Treatment

they talk to a shitty wizard

said shitty wizard curses imposter syndrome

Pirates of the Caribbean 4: The Scotland Story is homoerotic at imposter syndrome’s comatosed body while Minecraft Steve finds out the apple was a lie (haha get it portal joke hahaha--)

imposter syndrome finds out his magic was given to him by Sexy Deity Person Who My Girlfriend Really Likes Talking About

a single dirt block learns shitty wizard basically framed them for stealing and trying to incite a war between the herds

imposter syndrome wakes up next to pirate man and its gay, but then theyre both arrested for treason

Imposter Syndrome Rips A Man’s Hand Off

they get the apple

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THE END :) <3

#taz graduation #taz fitzroy #taz argo #taz firbolg #taz grad spoilers #(sort of)#ignorance cloud on #this actually took time and is probably incoherent but u said u wanted a shitty explanation so #thanks josh!!

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fvrxdrm · 4 years

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A Million Nightmares and One Dream (Leon Kennedy x Reader)

RE2make!Leon Warning: Smut, Dry-humping, oral sex

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Have you ever had a nightmare? One that feels real? So real that you couldn’t figure out what was reality and what was not? Well, I have. I still am, actually.

It’s been two weeks since I’ve started running away from whatever the hell those things were. Two weeks trying to survive this hellhole of a place called Raccoon City, and two weeks praying that I would wake up from this nightmare...but I’m still not awake.

It made me question if I’m even asleep or not. Maybe I’m dead? Maybe I’m in another universe? Maybe my mind’s just going crazy? The answer I don’t know and I don’t think I’m going to get that answer anytime soon.

It’s never-ending. Whenever I close my eyes and open them again, I still see the same incubus in front of me: lifeless eyes that would stare back at me, pale and cold skin that would touch me every now and then, thick red liquid that would gush out from every part of their bodies, their growls that would destroy the eerie silence of the cold, dark night, their teeth digging into another person’s flesh as they mindlessly enjoy their gruesome meal, puddles and marks of blood that were scattered and smeared all over the city, the growing flames from vehicles that were crashed in every structure and fellow car, and the lack of light that made it a tad bit difficult to move around without being grabbed by any of those undead.

This had to be a nightmare, right? I had to be asleep. This isn’t possible...or is it?

It was hard running around, desperate to save my own life that’s at stake with barely anything to defend myself with. But despite that, there was this one thing, a person, perhaps, that came out of nowhere, just like those hellish monsters just roaming around, finding their next dinner, except this person wasn’t someone I was scared of, I was in love with him.

Leon Scott Kennedy, a rookie cop who was supposed to start his first day a week ago. He got a call from the police station to stay away from the city but his curiosity got the better of him and that curiosity got him involved in this nightmare.

During that shit-show we were in, we had been chased around by a fucking giant in a trench coat and fedora, met a woman who broke my heart by kissing the man I’ve caught feelings for and then betrayed us, almost got killed by a beast with a huge-ass eye on its right arm, and then we escaped the city using a train together with a little girl named Sherry and a college gal named Claire.

We found ourselves inside two hotel rooms with Claire and Sherry sharing one and Leon and I sharing the other. It felt kind of weird to me for some reason. I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I have feelings for and we’re literally in the same room. With one bed. We’re going to be sleeping next to each other!

Calm down, Y/N. You’re just going to sleep, nothing else.

It’s just...it doesn’t help that I’m in a tank top and underwear only with no pants or bra on while Leon was wearing a sweatpants with no shirt on and just went commando.

Get your shit together, Y/N! Tomorrow you’ll have a new set of clothes.

“Y/N?” Leon called mumbled my name beside me in a sleepy voice.

It’s been an hour I think since we got in bed and Leon immediately fell asleep in exhaustion as soon as his body flopped on the soft mattress while I didn’t...I couldn’t for some reason even though I’m very tired myself.

I turned my head around to look at the young man beside me who propped himself up before laying his upper body on my chest.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered in my ear, his hot breath fanning against my skin causing shivers to run down my spine and the little hairs on my neck to stand up. I let out a shaky sigh.

“Nothing. Just thinking”, I managed to breathe out after a few seconds of thinking about my response.

“About?”

You?

“Nothing you should be concerned about”, Leon lifted his head up and looked down at me with his eyebrows furrowed together.

“Now I’m more concerned”

“Leon”

“Y/N”, My E/C orbs began staring at his blue ones with the same intensity as the man on top of me, keeping myself from averting my gaze towards his plump lips that looked so soft.

Ada got lucky, huh?

Alas, my brain couldn’t take it anymore and just commanded my optics to shift my gaze towards his lips that were being moisturized by his saliva-covered tongue. I continued to stare at it for a few more seconds, admiring the art that I don’t know if I would be seeing again in front of me, before looking at Leon’s eyes again. They were half-lidded now, his orbs now focused on my own parted lips, just like what I did before.

Is he copying me?

Slowly, he began leaning down, his eyes still fixated on my mouth that began releasing more and more air as his head lowered itself more. My heartbeat was raising each millisecond and his hot breath was tickling my face.

Closer and closer...and then...

Our lips touched. It was like what I expected it to be: smooth and soft like a baby’s butt.

My hand found its way towards the nape of his neck before pulling him closer as I was enjoying the feeling of his lips moving against mine, his tongue dancing with my own in a smooth tango, and the sound of what we were doing bouncing off the walls surrounding us.

All of the horrors that’s been glued to our heads were gone in that moment. Vanished. Now we were in a dream, a dream we never wanted to escape from. A dream we wished was forever. But that’s impossible, just like how a nightmare always ends, and that’s why we made this dream the best we’ve ever had so far.

Leon pulled away and spread my legs before making himself comfortable in between them, his warms hands still planted on my knees.

“Is it okay if I do this?” Leon rolled his hips against mine, his cock that was covered by the slightly thick fabric of his sweatpants gliding smoothly against my my thin fabric-covered clit, the pleasing sensation causing me to close my eyes and bite my lip as a small gasp left my mouth. I nodded my head a few times until I heard Leon chuckle above me and roll his hips against mine again.

Leon leaned down again, not stopping his hip movements, before his lips flattened against my neck, lightly pressing kisses on every patch of skin that was exposed to him while my hands found its way on the back of his neck once more, this time, my fingers combed through his soft blonde hair and my hand lightly balled itself into a fist as his movements became faster and faster, causing a loud creaking sound to resonate throughout the small room as the bed below us began moving with Leon.

Leon groaned from above me, his lust-filled voice muffled by my skin as he proceeded to leave some love bites on my neck.

“I’m close, Y/N”

As soon as he said that, his actions grew quicker than before, his desperation to come undone flooding his head as he did so.

The pleased sounds coming from our mouths increased their volume with us not caring if there were other people hearing us from the other side of these thin walls. Leon’s groans became animalistic growls and my pitch became higher. My grip on Leon’s locks became tighter which only added to the hedonism he felt, the bittersweet sensation causing him to come fast and hard, his white fluids staining his grey pants.

When he noticed that I hadn’t come yet, he lowered himself down to where his head was peaking through the valley between my legs before looking at me softly.

“May I?”

I nodded my head as I bit my bottom lip that was bruise with all the kissing and biting we were doing, the anticipation rising as my thoughts scrambled inside my head, knowing what was bound to happen next.

Leon placed a sole kiss on the skin just above the brim of my underwear, his eyes still trained on me, before letting his teeth pin the thin cotton fabric between them and winked at me as he began sliding the material down my legs in an antagonizing pace.

“Leon”, I whispered sensually and hungrily, my tone reflecting on the need I was feeling.

Once the nether garments were off and were thrown out of the way, Leon shifted his focus towards the glistening wet lips just below my hips, his eyes slightly widened as he saw how wet I was but his astonished and amused look soon changed into something more lustful and concupiscent, his once blue orbs that were now mostly covered black indicating his own hunger.

The tip of his tongue finally touched my sensitive nub, my body jolting a little bit at the sudden action but nevertheless, it felt good, great even. He licked a long stripe from the bottom up until the tumescent pearl that’s been begging to be touched by the man between my legs.

My fingers found their way through Leon’s hair again, tugging it more and more as the sexual gratification grew more and more intense the closer I got to my high.

“Leon”

And now, it’s been nineteen years since that incident. Leon and I thought after escaping that hellhole that that was the end of it but nope. The government forced us to work for the USSTRATCOM and then after a few more years the new president recruited us to the new organization he found called the DSO and we’ve been sent to missions after missions involving B.O.W.s and the like.

The only good thing that happened throughout the years of fighting this bullshit was Leon and I got married! He proposed to me after finishing our mission in the Eastern Slav Republic and eventually got married a year later. Crazy, right? We didn’t have a kid though as we would only put him/her in danger but sex was still there, only had to take my pills regularly AND we actually adopted Sherry after getting out of Raccoon so that’s a plus.

“Hey, Chris!” Leon called the BSAA Silver Daggers’ captain’s name and watched as he turned his head around to face him.

“Yeah?”

“How long can we keep going on like this?”

“I don’t know. I never make plans that far ahead”, Chris replied as a soft smile tugged on his lips.

Leon just chuckled in response before looking at me and taking my hand, his fingers lacing with mine as he did so.

Yep. A million nightmares and one dream.

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bigkyloenergy · 3 years

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𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙔𝙀𝘿 𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙊𝙈

CHAPTER II.

a witcher!kylo x reader fic. dark themes, smut ahead. 18+.

summary: you are a barmaid / stablewoman at an inn in toussaint, kylo ren, one of the last of the witchers from the school of the viper regularly stays at the establishment. you wonder what keeps him coming back.

read on ao3.

Nothing could make up for Kylo, the Viper — whoever he was -- making you cum then leaving you stranded once again. At least, that was what you told yourself when you’d collected the coin from the bed, the pile he’d always left, the pay and extra that could afford him another three weeks there.

You swore under your breath, cursed the Viper who left your thighs warm with need, unable to tie your bodice without the memory of his assertive hands, demanding to see every part of you.

But those words caught in your mouth the moment you turned, running directly into his chest.

“What are you doing here?”

“Uh — what? I mean, no — I’m... was closing up your room,” you explained quickly. You could feel his gaze burning through you. “Thought you had um — checked out for the night.”

“That isn’t your job.”

It was the truth. Your duties weren’t supposed to go past the care of the horses (which you refused to give up), and the front for customer service. The tidying of the inn was left to Myra, the innkeep had hired her the moment she gained the budget for her. Not that they wouldn’t mind making you pick up an extra task. But this task-- the motivation was all your own.

“So why are you in here?”

You finally met his gaze, the connection wrapping you in a warmth so deep it burned fear into your consciousness. He heard you, he was trying to pull it out of you. You could have swore he didn’t blink the entire time he was staring at you.

The black surrounding his face brought out his eyes in a way that was deadly, framing them, charming you until there was nothing left in your brain but the galactic orgasm you’d experienced weeks (what felt like years with him in your presence) prior. He wanted you to forget. That gaze dropped to your neck, where your pulse would be, before he reached up and wrapped his hand around the entirety of your throat.

Then the innkeep was making her way in the door, and Kylo was hesitantly dropping his hold. But he never took his eyes from you. It made you feel so supernaturally bare.

“Oh. Sorry, sir — I’d thought you’d gone by now,” the woman said, though she was shooting daggers at you. Like it was your fault he’d stayed.

Was it?

“Hm.”

“Did she say something? I can have Myra take care of you, if you ne—”

“I don’t.”

And with that, he turned, and your breath was released from your chest. He ducked under the door, and Miss Betty lurched forward to snatch your arm. “Have you any idea who that is, what he is, you daft thing?”

Squinting your eyes, you leered at her, “What does it matter?” The room was fuzzy from yet another adrenaline-spiking meeting with the Viper. You looked after the doorway, then back to the woman, tearing your arm away from her, “He pays enough coin to keep us afloat. You should be thanking me.”

“He’s a Witcher. A mutant. A monster who slays monsters. Stay away from him. I can’t afford for you to lose your innards.”

If only she knew.

But you only stared, her words licking a cold up your body. And you believed her, like she had just given you a piece of the puzzle that was the Viper. Taking your hand, she picked every piece of gold from your grip, holding it for a moment too long, “You stay away from him. You hear me?” You just nodded, allowing her to collect what belonged to her before you went back to the bar. Where you belonged.

You took in the entirety of the inn, hoping you’d see him on your way downstairs, the only customer being the cook, Ruek, leaning over your spot yielding a mug heavy with ale.

Going behind the counter, you found a rag and made yourself busy, wiping glasses that didn’t need to be cleaned. You felt his eyes on you.

“What?”

“Nothin’, just… the Witcher came out, then my mother came after you… then you after her, now your cheeks are all flush and I’m just curious is all.”

“There you all go with that word again. What is that? I just thought they were sorcerers like any other. Bounty hunters. Inspiration for bards.” Your eyes rolled, rag squeezing in your hand the same way it did the night he’d made home in your subconscious.

Ruek clicked his tongue, “Might as well break your ignorance if you’re going to be changing his sheets. That man… if you even want to call him that, is Toussaint’s greatest curse..”

What you knew about the cook in the Pheasantry wasn’t much, but you did know that he had traveled inns upon inns just to cook for different breeds of people. His eyes were wise with stories, knowledged wrinkles framing his kind smile, you trusted him more than most of the folks that you worked with. Not that Beauclair was a bad city..

“Curse? You’re starting to sound like your mother.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just surprised you don’t know any of this. You look …” He searched your eyes, before sighing, “am I just scaring you?”

“No, I want to know. Your mom was trying to do that, for my own good probably,” you scrunched your nose, knowing she'd never try to purposely scare you. She looked out for you to the best of her capability, a mother to most who ended up employed here, “I mean, you said I should know. So just tell me.”

“Okay. You know about the monsters in the waters, right? The sailor special— drowners.” Ruek laughed at his own joke.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve heard about those, yeah. That’s why you don’t go into them alone, especially at night. But they’re no real threat.” Ugly blue humanoids that looked like overgrown fish, their teeth sharp enough to shred skin..

“You’re not wrong, but I’m not talking about those kind of monsters. That’s my point. Normal Witchers were made to save us from those creatures, protect our villages, keep us safe from impending doom. The only reason those monsters aren’t a threat is because of them.”

“So they’re .. guards against the supernatural?” You asked, trying to understand why you should be afraid of a man whose targets weren’t human.

“To put it lightly. Those are the stories you hear. They do it for coin, usually, contracts are pinned calling to them for help to save a child or survey a forest… all of them come from different schools, not sure why, but as boys they were all either sold off, given as rewards or to put it bluntly: taken. I’ve heard some of them don’t even know their real name, had to name themselves because Witchers aren’t exactly… you know, warm. You following along?”

You nodded, his eyes an image in your head, luring you just as they did every time you were in front of him. Ridding you of any other focus. “Different schools? Like there’s more than one kind of Witcher?”

“Sure, I’m not… really sure how many, or even if any stand. After they get initiated, if that’s what you want to call it. They go through erm.. Trials? Mutations of the bodies, to make them more apt for being able to go against these beasts. Some of them don’t make it, most of them didn’t. In fact, that Viper is probably twice — fuck, maybe even three times my age.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah. Mutations do a helluva lot of things to their genetics, including life span. Their senses are heightened to a way we as humans wouldn’t even be able to describe. Wouldn’t call them mages, but they can wield magic with their hands. They’re called something…”

“Signs.” Miss Betty answered as she trailed down the stairs, making you jerk from Ruek’s gaze. But she just continued on, as if she hadn’t added to your conversation.

He nodded, “Yeah. Specific magics for their fighting needs. Anyway. The necklace they have, the medallion — all of them wear it, represents the school they’re from. Pretty sure it has to do with their freaky senses too. But that one, he’s called the Viper because that is the school that taught him. And… well, they were destroyed years ago. For not submitting to the new government. Even others Witchers say to this day, they don’t even know where it was located. Many think of him as an assassin because it isn’t part of the Witcher morale to take contracts on humans, even lesser threats of beasts… but a Viper takes the deal no matter whose head it is.”

“No more.” Betty interrupted, taking the glass from in front of you to break what felt like a trance, “she can listen to the drunkards and bards to hear the rest of it. You’re off for the day, consider it a mental break.”

The inkeep grinned, almost as a farewell, leaving you to give Ruek an apologetic shrug. Not that you didn’t want to listen, but it almost seemed like he was trying to scare you.

Nonetheless, you were off, your mind running through what you’d just been told. Taking the bag that hung over your shoulder, you decided to go back to your house first to change. You’d already taken a bath last night, after you’d touched yourself enough to make your wrist numb. You whimpered his name in the confines of your washroom, tested it on your tongue, hoped that you would get a glimpse of him the next day.

But all you had gotten was the interaction this morning and your rushing thoughts. Honestly, you didn’t even know that he had come back. It had been another three weeks since he’d touched you in the stables, maybe a few days more… not that you were counting.

Have you been fantasizing about some otherworldly being? Was he even human? You couldn’t verify that yourself, and his fingers had been inside of you. The only thing you’d seen of his face wasn’t exactly humane. Yet, the Viper didn’t scare you. You were curious, ready to set gasoline to the flame licking inside of you.

Another bath. That was what you needed.You’d change from your bright work gown, put on some trousers. You wished Ruek’s story had scared you, prepared you for another three weeks without seeing Kylo, another three weeks imagining your fingers were his own.

But it didn’t.

Your hand wrapped around your own throat, sighing gently before it began to trail into the water.

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A basket was tucked low in your elbow as you made your way through the market, deciding against curling up in your bed for the rest of the evening. You knew exactly what would come of that.

The best of goods were being offered by merchants that beckoned you over, colors decorating their tents, the scent of fresh bread in the air. Children ran past you to chase one another in a game you were sure you played when you were younger.

Your hair dried at your shoulders, cheeks still flush from the scorching water you’d made in a futile attempt to shed the inn’s recent events.

“Ma’am! Fresh fish, finest in all of Toussaint!”

You turned, looking to the merchandise, scales reflecting off of the coral buildings.

“A pound for half the price!”

You gave a tight smile, but continued on — until you ran so hard into someone that your feet lost all memory of balance. They caught you at your arms, stabilizing you as if you weighed close to nothing.

“The idea of following someone is to not let them notice you.” The voice caught in your ears like a starving venus plant, unknowingly holding onto his forearms.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you.” You took a step back, dropping your hands, the Viper still wide in your gaze.

He had been tucking something into his bag, quick to have it blend back into the mass of black. The sun still kissed the sky, enough to see him in a different light — one that could be argued for a better view than the horizon. His armor consumed the rays, shining an iridescence off of it that you didn’t even know black could make. By the time you made it back to his gaze, you noticed him taking your body in as if it were one of the things being offered at the market. The mask carved barely above his nose, you identified a scar just over his left eye.

He seemed to suck in a long breath, and you wouldn’t have noticed if it didn’t somehow make him larger.

You wanted to make conversation, but his gaze was already bored, and you were desperately scrambling to gain his attention, “If I were to follow you, it wouldn’t be in a market.”

He quirked an eyebrow, as if to give you permission to go on. You plucked a green apple from your basket, rolling it between your fingers, “I would do it somewhere where I’d find you alone, maybe even follow you to your camp and wait there until you found me.” Teeth broke into the fruit, and you spread your lips on it, suckling the juices as they dripped down your chin. You brought your hand up to scoop it back into your mouth, keeping eye contact as if you were on trial.

“Come.”

“What?”

Again, he didn’t answer. It was growing to be a pattern between you. He simply mirrored your stare for a pinch of a moment before he turned on his heel. You scurried behind him like a starved pup.

As Kylo passed through the crowd, he didn’t bother to shift out of anyone’s way — they did it for him. He glided between bodies, never letting anyone dare to brush against him while he stomped with determined direction.

You followed him until you were tucked in an alley, but he didn’t give you a moment to question him before your front was pressed against warm brick, hips secured to the wall by his own. You gasped at the hard outline through his leather pants, nails digging into the grates in the wall. The back of your mind begged you to remember the things you were just told, but the fingers that snaked over the nape of your neck and into your hair coaxed those thoughts away.

He yanked it back, forcing you to lean against his chest as he pushed himself into your behind. Your body immediately responded to him, heart thumping in your ears like a war drum with the anticipation of feeling him again. In any way he would give you.

A dam broke, your blood was replaced with molten lava, the only thing to keep you from focusing too much on your already shuddering breath was the hand that came down on your ass. Hard.

You yelped, hips edging into the alley, but there was no escape. This only drove the Witcher on, palm, punishing the same tender spot he had just gifted you.

“Shit!”

You gasped, the warmth becoming more noticeable in the root of your most sensitive bits.

“You walk around like this and expect me not to take you?”

A frustrated huff met your confusion, his palm flat against your belly, arm wrapped over your front to grab the inside of your thighs, kneading them in appreciation. His target wasn’t particular, enjoying the way you felt.

His fingers hooked into your waistband, catching your panties in the process as he tugged them down your legs. A growl followed, one that ricocheted through the narrow space he had commandeered. You whimpered in response, blood rushing to the tips of your ears when you felt him crouch behind you.

Leaning your chest into the rock, you spread your legs as much as your trousers at your ankles would allow, and then you felt teeth sink into your cheek, free hand collecting the pillowy curves of your behind. Your eyes rolled, his leathered digits squeezing marks into your waist as he pulled you into his mouth.

And that was when it hit you.

His mask was off. Kylo’s mouth was on you.

Another moan. At first you thought it was him — you didn’t recognize it, but your mouth was gaping with proof that the foreign noise had just fled your chest. And this only enabled him.

First, it was his nose. Spreading your folds open and using it as a doorway for his tongue to explore, angling through them until he found the nub, swirling the agile muscle against it.

You so badly wanted to tug his hood down, wrap your fingers in the raven locks that that you’d glimpsed, but you had nothing but the wall for security, the roughness of the stone. And the Viper’s godly mouth luring you further into his will.

One hand stayed on your cheek, massaging and spreading it while his head ducked between your legs to send you into a pleasure frenzy.

“Yesyesyes, fuck — right there.”

He opened his jaw further to suck your swollen pussy into his mouth, your juices saturating his chin while he tamed you.

An impatient nip scathed your skin, only for him to begin to move his head in a way that you knew no other ordinary man could replicate.

Ghosting a hand up your spine, the Viper took a heavy grasp of the back of your neck, forcing you forward. Your forehead met the grainy siding, you twisted in an attempt to move your face away from it. In such quick movement the harsh stone dragged along your temple, scraping your skin, the hiss of pain melting into a cocktail of affirmations.

For the second time, something clicked.

I want to hear it the next time I make you cum.

The memory alone had you jerking down into his merciless mouth, the Viper growling in return, sending vibrations against your sensitive cunt. He stretched you open, your jaw clenching while two unforgiving fingers entered you.

Your feet were nearly lifting off of the ground from the force of his devoir.

The savory noises coming from you were just as easy as your breath, you couldn’t open your eyes at that point, your lids too heavy with carnal gratification.

No longer did you care who the Viper was, but what his name was when it would pass your lips.

Curving to the part that would absolutely demolish you, the Witcher took care in carving you out to remind you of his demand, with the same fingers he had made promises of death with. You gave it to him, your jaw slacking as incoherent encouragement for him to continue while he sucked your pulsing clit into his mouth, plunging into you so hard your body jiggled with his movements.

“Kylo!”

The shriek vibrated your skull, body jerking with the restraints of his large grip while you melted in his mouth. He took a few more lazy slurps, finishing you off before he left you to pull up your pants, and for a fleeting moment you wondered if you could overpower a mutant that everyone spun tales about.

By the time you caught another glimpse of him, his muzzle was secured back. He looked at you from under half-lidded eyes, as if he hadn’t just planted another seed for your damnation.

“I thought you were leaving,” you blurted as he exited the temporary hideaway.

He quirked his head slightly, still statequsue as he considered you. “I am.”

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren smut #kylo ren x you #hv.

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kendrixtermina · 4 years

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Was Edelgard’s anger against the church misdirected? Shouldn’t she be more mad at TWSITD for their vile crest experiments on her and her siblings?

You (and others who make this argument) are talking as if she isn’t mad at TWSITD at all.

As if she isn’t disrupting their activities insofar as she knows of them, spying on them and working hard to get the intel needed to destroy them. As if she isn’t the one who (with some help from Hubert) uncovers their location & hence directly causes their defeat in 3 routes out of 4.

Or as she herself puts it best in one of her Heroes quotes: "Beasts hiding in the light. Monsters slithering in the dark. I will destroy them all."

She wants to get rid of both. But fighting two overpowered enemies with agents scattered throughout the continent at once would be stupid.

It’s called strategy, long-term thinking. Big Picture thinking. The “1100 years” line in the Dorothea support is maybe the most obvious example.

You have two enemies. One has many connections & influences but their location & resources are known. The other has unknown weaponry & location, but low manpower. These two enemies are also each other’s enemies.

So, make them fight each other (maybe by pretending to ally with one; If you’re being pragmatic it’s going to be the one that infiltrated your own faction to prevent civil war in your own country), exhaust each other’s resources. By using the faction with the unknown power to destroy the one with the large resources you can both destroy the large resources and get a chance to observe the one with the unknown power closely & uncover their secrets; after that their smaller, already thinned numbers will be easy to take down especially since you now know their capabilities and have bucketloads of intelligence on them.

Bam. If you win you took out both your enemies, but even if you lose you’d have significantly thinned their numbers, reduced their power and disrupted the status quo, making reform finally possible even if it isn’t done by you.

As for the church it’s literally to blame for almost all the social ills in Fodlan, regularly performs unilateral executions and as the de-facto government has been ineffective at containing the Agarthan threat for 1000 years.

Caring about problems that don’t directly affect you? It’s called altruism.

Also note how she phrases it in her C+ support: When Byleth asks who did this she answers “The PM”. The Agarthans might have done the experiments, but only because they had powerful backers in the form of corrupt nobles. The same could be said for the tragedy of Duscur and Count Gloucester’s plots to take over the Alliance. They always had human allies.

Corrupt nobles, obsession with crests, paranoia against foreigners... who fuels all that? Rhea’s regime that pushes crests as gifts from above, hides wrongdoings by nobles, and encourages isolationism. At least she hasn’t done much to solve any of these problems for 1000 years.

To focus on the agarthans only would be like completely blaming modern political problems on Russian interference without addressing the preexisting social problems in the EU, the USA and elsewhere that allow for the interference & the lies to find fertile ground.

Again, the keyword is big picture thinking: It won’t do to just treat the symptoms, maybe cut the disease at the root.

She’s not some angry child lashing out; She’s very rational and methodical and much of her dialogue is written to emphasize that; Even when you have Dimitri, Ingrid or Seteth criticising her they mosty call her cold & calculating or that her plan’s too complicated for ppl to understand. (Claude actually has a point with the “drastic measures are bad PR” thing though; In CF credibility winds up being Byleth’s job)

Of course on her own route she has some moments in private where she’s dorky or cute in the occasional comic relief scene (it’s called being a faceted human being), yeah there’s that famous sad bit at the end, but the line right before that is basically “We both know the transition of power will go more smoothly if you find the resolve to off me now”

For the most part she’s consistently written as The Stoic One; It’s integral to the contrast (Edelgard represents intellect and will, Dimitri is feelings & conscience, Claude is instinct and intuition), I can’t see why ppl don’t see that besides “Irrational woman” stereotype. So the exty “the math checks out” lines get ignored and the one time she blushes gets overemphasized. Oh she’s not getting emotional because she’s just made a very weighty decision and is alone with a special friend or love interest & she’s thanking them for their support, no you see its because shes a “waifu” never mind that she has tons of female fans or that she acts super composed unless she’s around two or three specific people.

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem: three houses #edelgard von hresvelg #edelgard

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tttinytrash · 5 years

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Trust

Papyrus never thought they’d actually make it and stay up surface side. But in this case he was happy to be proven wrong, the kid had gotten them all up top and they’d stayed that way for almost a year now.

Given how many times the child had turned back the clock underground, Papyrus hadn’t really let himself believe they wouldn’t do it again this time for a long time. But once they got up, they’d never been dragged down. He’d finally come to trust that this timeline might actually be permanent, and it seemed Chara might even have too. The closed off child had slowly started to tear down their walls, though they were still guarded for someone so young. Seeing them try to better themself had actually made him pretty attached to the human.

Which was why said human was now draped over his his front as he lied on the couch, listening to them rant about their rough day as an ambassador. Their head was on his sternum, and they were small enough that their legs only reached to just above his pelvis. Being much larger, he didn’t mind serving as their mattress as he wrapped one arm back around his head, the other laying a hand on their back, and the part of his long snake tail that didn’t fit on the couch looped over the far armrest and splayed haphazardly across the floor.

Chara idly played with one of the strings of his hoodie just to give their fingers something to do as they continued to let their built up stress spill out along with their words. “The Senator even called me ‘it’ again, even though I’ve told him a million times to use 'they’ but apparently that’s difficult to get his pig head around, and then-”

They both stopped when a rolling growl surprised them into silence.

“…What was that, Papyrus?”

He sighed. “me. sorry kiddo, that was just my stomach.”

“But you’re a skeleton.”

“heh, yeah. i’m a skeleton with a snake tail made of magic.”

Chara made a face conveying ‘yeah, fair.’ “But I thought your stomach would also be made of magic? That sounded like a human, almost.”

“it is. i’m just fighting instinct, kiddo. and it’s yelling at me for it.”

“Instinct?”

“to eat you, it’s a naga thing more than a skeleton thing.”

Chara sat up, looking distinctly worried.

Shoot. “you’re forgetting humans and monsters are different. but i'm not gonna anyways, so yer fine.”

Chara had the same scared look on their face as the first time they met. He could practically hear the trust break, and his soul panged for it. Thank stars it didn’t make his stomach growl again.

“i said i wouldn’t do it, even if it wouln’t be what you’re thinking.” He sighed. “so what did senator asshat do?”

Chara readjusted to be fully sitting up, back against the couch proper and using his stomach as if it were the couch cushion. The reduction of contact was apparently enough to allow them to continue, but their stress relief stopped even if their story didn’t.

Papyrus pretended he didn't notice and it didn't hurt.

-----

Chara remained distant for the next week. And not just from Papyrus, they pulled back from everyone now.

*You point out that they're stressed now more than ever.

"Yeah, Frisk. I know!"

The ghost child made a face at Chara, crossing their arms.

Chara flopped back across their bed "Don't give me that disappointed look. I get it, I'm backsliding into old habits I made even before the Underground."

*You suggest that they should try giving out trust again.

"Fine, but that skeleton needs to earn it back first." They even refused to use Papyrus’ name.

*You point out that Sans didn't do anything wrong. And maybe he can even explain what Papyrus meant.

Chara looked thoughtful, and left their bedroom right then and there to look for the younger skeleton.

-----

"Sans? Your brother wants to eat me."

The smaller skelenaga seemed surprised by Chara's statement, but then his eye lights turned to stars as he squealed "THAT'S SO CUTE! DID HE TELL YOU THAT?"

Chara flinched and their voice faltered in bafflement "Y-yeah, he did. Why is that cute?"

Sans blinked. "DID PAPY NOT EXPLAIN WHAT THAT MEANS FOR A NAGA?"

Chara shook their head.

"UGH, OF COURSE. LAZYBONES!" He shook his head before launching into the explanation. "NAGAS HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO SWALLOW THOSE THEY CARE ABOUT AS A PROTECTION TACTIC. THEY TAKE IN THEIR YOUNG WHEN THEY'RE REALLY LITTLE TO BE SAFE DURING TRAVEL, OR SOMETIMES CLOSE FRIENDS AND RELATIVES CAN BE HEALED THAT WAY. IT'S EVEN PART OF OUR COURTING RITUAL IN THE RIGHT CONTEXT!"

"So... then he was saying he wanted to keep me safe?"

"YEAH! HE'S ALWAYS BEEN THE CARETAKER BETWEEN THE TWO OF US. HE EVEN TOOK CARE OF ME WHEN I WAS A BABYBONES!”

Chara went quiet, and Sans let them mull over the new information patiently.

“Sans, did Papyrus ever... uh... you know, to you?” the human finally ventured.

“TAKE ME IN? OF COURSE! NOT IN A LONG TIME, BUT HE USED TO REGULARLY, LIKE A GOOD CARETAKER! THAT’S WHY I SAID IT WAS SO CUTE, IT MEANS HE’S FINALLY ADMITTING HE CARES ABOUT SOMEONE, AND THAT’S SOMETHING HE HASN’T DONE SINCE HE BEFRIENDED MUFFET. EVEN IF HE'S NEVER TAKEN HER IN.”

Sans had to cut the conversation there, it was sparring time at Alphys' place. But that was fine by the human. They set their face into a stern, DETERMINED expression and marched toward the front room.

'Ok Frisk, let's try this trust thing again then.'

---

Papyrus was back on the couch, having fallen asleep to Napstaton's report on their latest album drop, oh and also the government was launching another bill to instate monsters with citizenship. Maybe it'll pass this time! Anyways, keep your ears peeled for tour dates, blah blah.

When Chara walked into the room he stirred, forcing his sockets open more fully and giving them a sleepy look as they stopped in front of him expectantly.

"sup?" He asked.

"Eat me."

Well shit, NOW he was awake. "what?"

"Eat me. You said you wanted to." The human reiterated.

His instincts clamored at him to agree. 'Take them in, protect. Do it now!'

He shook his skull, attempting to dismiss the intruding thought. While adjusting himself to be sitting up on the couch, he asked "what brought this up?"

Chara finally broke eye contact, which had been boring holes into him, casting their at last softened gaze to the floor. They hopped up onto the couch beside him when he gave it an encouraging pat.

Papyrus was nothing if not patient, able to curb the obnoxious persistence of the instincts by focusing on Chara's SOUL. Its power as a human SOUL radiated in waves, but even so it failed to cover their nervousness tendrilling outwards seeking comfort.

A light push of support from his own weaker SOUL must have helped tip the balance for them as they managed to break their silence. "Sans explained. He told me what it means for nagas, and uh, how you used to care for him."

Papyrus nodded, knowing they weren't done and waiting for them to gather their thoughts.

"I just..." They clenched their hands int their lap hard enough to make them go white as the blood was pressed out.

Papyrus laid his metacarpals on their shoulder, a feather light show of support.

They looked up to him again, eyes slightly wet and voice small "I don't want to be scared."

"i scare you?" No hurt verbally shown, just a clinically asked question.

"No! J-just that one admission made me think I was scared of you, and I hate it!"

They finally did let their tears loose, and Papyrus hugged them while they let stress pour out of their SOUL as words poured out of their mouth.

"I hate that I can't trust people! But I just don't want to be hurt, so I'm scared ALL THE TIME and it's exhausting, Papyrus! I'm broken, and I can't fix it, even though I'm trying!"

They sobbed into his jacket, and he let them, wrapping his arms tighter around them and sending consoling pulses from his SOUL to theirs.

"yer not broken, kiddo. and yer not wrong, you've been hurt. so it's normal for trust to come slow. being scared sucks, but we all are at some point. friends are there to help you get out of those low points and bring you back up. you're doing great, and we'll be here whenever you need us."

Chara clung tighter, and slowly their tears slowed and stopped, and their breathing levelled. Things went quiet again.

"...Pap?"

"hm?"

"Thank you."

"heh, i just sat here on my lazy coccyx."

They batted him weakly, pulling away. "You know what I me-"

'Grrrroooooaaannnn'

As the skeleton's stomach growled, his face lit up orange in an awful blush and Chara burst out into laughter. After half a flustered moment he couldn't help but join in, chuckling along as the mood was shattered.

Once they calmed down, they contemplated for a moment before speaking again. "Paps, I still mean what I said. I don't want to be afraid. If you're ok with it, go ahead."

His instincts clamored all the more fiercely and he had to crush the impulse hard for him to instead ask for clarification. "you want me to...?"

'there's no way they actually want me to. no way in hell.' He thought

They took a breath, and rephrased. "Yes. Take me in, Pap. Please."

Papyrus fixed them with a serious look, locking eyes and not letting them go. He looked for any signs of lingering doubt, the tiniest hint they were forcing themself, any reason at all to not agree to their request. None, they seemed resolved. Full of DETERMINATION. Alright.

Here we go.

"ok, but lemme know if you want me to stop. we only do this if you really want to continue."

He gave them a moment to reconsider, but they just gave him a resolute nod.

He picked them up from the couch, setting them in his lap, splaying out his coils more to allow less friction upon entry while still supporting them as they sat atop on the outside. No struggle on their part, and Papyrus felt his tongue and throat manifest in anticipation.

He nuzzles the top of their head with his nasal bone, hearing the softest giggle from them in response as they gave his arm a light squeeze.

He sighed, "in ya get."

Papyrus let his jaw dislocate and gape, allowing the needed room for him to cup the back of the child's head and gently push forward to fit it into his mouth. He brought his head down over theirs slowly, giving them time to adjust to he sensation or panic in time to retreat.

Still as a statue on their end, and now the crown of their head was at the back of his throat.

One big swallow, their head is now lodged in his throat, and he moves their arms (one of which had still been shakily holding the sleeve of his sweater) into position at their sides.

Gulp number two, their shoulders are in his gullet, arms and torso atop his tongue. He can feel their heart fluttering frantically against their ribs, like a panicked caged bird. But they still make no move to escape.

Third swallow, their chest and SOUL along with it dip into his throat, and he tilts his skull back to allow gravity to slide their body past his clavicles and into his chest. His own SOUL pulses calm into theirs, all the more strongly with their newfound proximity.

Gulp four, their feet (which he removed the shoes from as he guided their legs in) slide out of view and he can close his mouth again at last. But he's not done.

The final, deep swallow on gulp five sends them down and his hands go up to his neck. His distal phalanges gently press and follow the bulges they create in his throat until they fully slip past his collarbones, and in a moment they slide into a far more open space.

Since his stomach is filled, the normally translucent faux flesh has turned opaque. But he hardly has need to see them since the sensitive magic can feel everything as their hands press against the walls, heart still nervously fluttering as their pressing fingers shake ever so slightly.

One hand reaches up to reaffix his mandible so he can actually speak, and the other presses in to where he can feel their back resting and slowly starts to rub. They initially flinch away from the touch, but resettle into it and he can feel them forcing their muscles to relax from their held tension.

They're warm, much warmer than he is. It's probably largely due to excess adrenaline but he enjoys their weight inside, and his instinct has finally shut up, which is a relief beyond words for the monster.

"you ok in there, kiddo?"

They flinch again at being spoken to, perhaps he sounds odd from inside. "Y-yeah. I'm ok...." They take a deep breath, and their heart finally slows to a more normal beat. "I'm fine."

"good, i'm glad. trip was ok? it's been awhile for me."

"Yeah. It's weird though. When I touch the walls," they press their palm into the giving flesh again before removing it. "It feels slick. Almost wet, but as far as I can tell from in here I'm dry."

"of all the first questions, that's the one you pick eh?"

He gets a foot pressed into him for his tease.

"yeah, alright. magic has whatever form serves its owners function. a bit inconvenient to have to hose down every time you wanted to cuddle somebody like this, yeah?"

"Ok, fair. This is considered cuddling, huh?"

"held close and comfy, i see little difference."

They chuckle, "It's pretty comfortable in here. I grant you that."

He chuckled, and hummed in contentment. He was indeed comfy, and their body heat had in fact dialled down after the panic faded. He loved that they were curious, and their lightly questing fingers brought a warm, nostalgic feeling. He readjusted to be on the floor, making them both more comfortable.

But then he moved again to be draping his torso across the section of his body Chara was contained in.

"Hey! You're squishing me you dumb skeleton!"

"nooooo, i'm cuddling. it's what you get for being so warm."

They pressed up at him, even through his own squishy tail he felt them shoving at his ribs, earning more chuckles from him. "Ugh! This is worse than normal, I can't even get away from you lying all over me!"

"exactly, it's so much easier."

"Cheating lazybones!" They tried to sound annoyed, but laughter gave away their enjoyment of the game.

They couldn't see his grin but probably heard it in his tone. "i call it efficiency, shortstack."

They got their legs involved, and he let his torso get pushed away by their short legs shoving at him.

They were both chuckling as he moved yet again (geez this was an active day for him) to nestle in his own coils. This time he made sure they'd be in a comfortable position too, and close enough he could rub their back some more. He smiled when they leaned into the indirect touch.

Warm, comfortable, and happy. To no one's surprise, he was ready for a nap. He yawned, and was mildly surprised to hear Chara yawn in reply.

"tired, kid?" He asked, poking their cheek and of course getting pushed away by a small hand.

"Yeah. You must be rubbing off on me."

"ah, corrupting the youth is a favored past time of mine. excellent."

"Whatever, old man."

He just snorted in response.

"Is it ok if I nap in here?" The human questioned a bit hesitantly.

"mmhm. means i have an excuse not to move."

"Stars, you ARE old."

"you pronounced 'pragmatic' wrong. night, kiddo."

"Goodnight, Numbskull."

Papyrus waited until he felt their breathing deepen and their muscles go slack. Knowing Chara was asleep, he nodded off too.

He even pretended he slept through Sans' cooing when the younger skeleton came home and saw what happened.

The ribbing (heh.) Papyrus would get from his brother over it was worth it for the nice afternoon.

#ugh the first time I write in for-friggin-ever and it's vore shit #bunch of stuff about how snek skels work lifted from shamedump #and obviously this isn't sexy time no ships here I will sue #undertail vore #soft vore #safe vore #clean vore

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years

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Survey #245

“i fell asleep at the wheel again, crashed my car just to feel again.”

What is your favorite condiment to go with french fries? Ketchup. What do you have a habit of doing when engaging in a conversation with someone? Obsess over the appropriate amount of eye contact I make. What color is your mp3? Hot pink. Have you ever laid in a hammock? Yeup. Is there a song or lyrics currently super-glued in your head? "Popular Monster" by Falling In Reverse FUCK What can you go a day without doing? Uhhh a lot? I dunno... oh, drink water because I suck at that gah. I've gotten a lot better than I used to be tho. What can’t you go a day without doing? Touching some form of technology. Who do you spend most of your time with? Myself. Do you have a favorite classical composer? No. What type of quality is a must-have in a friend? Treat others with kindness. Are you any good at reading someone's body language? I definitely think so. What type of art would you hang up in your room? Lol I have some of my own... but let's say it was a clean slate again. I'd put some macabre/gothic art of some sort up, probably. Of COURSE with meerkats making an appearance. What fruit is too sweet to you? Hm, I'm blanking. What was the last contest you have ever won: Uhhhh... I think the giveaway of two Silent Hill: Revelation things? That was forever ago. What was the worst hair cut you have ever had in your entire life: Looking back, the haircut I had before this one (short on the left, faded into still rather long on the right) I don't really like anymore. Looks fine in some pictures, but not most. What was the worst thing you have ever worn in your life: Oh I don't know. Probably some dance costume. Do you like any sort of animes: Yeah, a handful. I'd honestly like to watch more. Have you ever used someone for your own benefits: I don't think so. What is the worst cartoon you have ever seen: Oh boy, idk. There's some dumb ones, a lot that I've only seen peeks of. Do you like to type or write more: TYPE. Writing physically can easily make my carpal tunnel act up. I hated having to hand-write a few essays last semester... I had to stop frequently to roll my wrists and cringe and stuff. What color would you have your skin if you could change it: I'd like pale skin like I have, but I wish it was more flawless/porcelain-ish. SOOOOOO pretty ahahhhhhhhhahhhhhh Do you usually cook your own meals, or does someone cook for you: I usually have to throw something together in the microwave because Mom's barely home, but when she is home, she cooks. If someone cooks for you, do you always thank them for it: YES. YES. NOT SAYING ANYTHING IS SO FUCKING DISRESPECTFUL. What do you do during the day: Almost without question, SOMEthing on technology/usually computer. As for what I do on technology, boy, a lot a lot. I don't even feel like listing it all. When you are online what do you normally find yourself doing: ... Oh, lmao. Uhhh binging YouTube, writing on or just checking up on KM, dA browsing/cleaning my drowning inbox, Facebook, "working" at the SH and SotC wikis, playing games, roaming Tumblr, check my emails, uhhhhhhh,,,, What is the most hated item you own: I wouldn't... keep it if I hated it? Uhhhh yeah, I honestly don't know. What is your favorite item you own out of all the items you have: My iPod, really. I have over 1k songs on this old-ass nano that I've had since middle school. I guess my laptop is kinda tied, but idk. Like, I don't love this laptop itself, just that it allows me to go online at a decent speed lmao. I guess they're my favorites in different ways. So, do you think that you will get where you want in life currently: Not stopping pushing for it 'til I get it. Why is that so. May I ask: I'm "too" determined. It's been a struggle getting to even where I am, but FUCK, I'm getting there. Do you like Halloween: I can't fwu if you don't. Has a teacher ever flirted with you? Not to my recollection. Is it okay for friends to kiss each other, as friends? Personally, I think a simple peck is fine IF that's your thing and it's mutually understood that it's platonic. Ex., I know greeting kisses are normal in some cultures, and I see no reason to shame it so long you're not like making out. Is it okay for girls to hit boys? Fuck no. Unless you're like fighting off an assailant/defending yourself, NO gender hits ANYONE. Do you know a lot of attractive boys personally? I've never thought about it? I'm not gonna dig through all the people I know rn... What happens if you realized you had a crush on somebody? More than anything, I'd be scared of being hurt again, particularly if it's a guy. So I definitely wouldn't make the first move. Do you think you are attractive? No. Which two of your friends would have the cutest baby together? I don't know. How do you feel about your naked body? DON'T COME AT ME WITH THIS QUESTION GO AWAY Have you ever been called obnoxious? No. At least, not to my memory. Do you wish you had a bigger family? No, but a more close-knit one. Which friend would you kiss full on the mouth, no questions asked? Sara. If somebody smacks your butt, you automatically say: I wouldn't say shit, I'd turn around and smack them across the face. How often does your family life conflict with your social life? Pretty much never. Have you ever been emotionally abused? No, thankfully. Do small children like you? They seem to, I guess. If karma is really true, should you be worried? Not very. What makeup do you wear on a daily basis? None. Do you have anything hidden in your room? Yeah, some saved money. What do you wish you were doing right now instead of this? It'd be great to talk to Sara. If you had a baby, would you want to have it at home or in a hospital? Oh I'm going to the fucking hospital for that epidural fren. If I even wanted kids. What was the last thing you ordered online? Uhhh good question. Have you ever had a bad experience with anti-depressants? If so, what? Well, actually the entire time I was ON anti-depressants. Because I'm bipolar, anti-depressants actually ramp up the aggression of bipolarity symptoms. How, I don't recall the science of, but I trust every word that comes out of my psychiatrist's mouth for many reasons. That definitely happened. One also made me gain weight, and the worst instance was in middle school when I was briefly on one that made me SO fucking hyper and happy in the morning but I crashed into an absolute bitchy monster by mid-afternoon. Now a combination of mood stabilizers helps both my bipolarity and depression immensely and are the main reason I'm alive. Are you allergic to any plants? I mean, I'm allergic to pollen. Are you an outdoors person? If the weather is cool, I love it. Does your past bother you? Some parts of it. Do you take risks or play it safe? I tend to play it safe. What forms of art do you like the best? This is an absolutely impossible question. "Art" has such an incredible range of forms, and I enjoy like... all. I guess the one thing I don't particularly care for is abstract art. What forms of art do you want to try? HYPERREALISM IN DRAWING. I REALLY wanna be able to draw/paint/whatever and make it look so true to life, BUT I'd like to add fantasy aspects to what I'm making (for example, my characters). I'd love to do portraits, too. This isn't really a "type" of art, but one thing I desperately want in art is to actually develop my own recognizable style that isn't just a wobbly attempt at realism with shitty proportions. What’s your favorite planet? Saturn's dope. Has a medication ever made you itch? No. What’s your favorite rainy day activity? Cuddle with snacks and like binge a good TV show/YT videos, etc. BUT considering I'm single I'ma just take a nap if I'm actually tired and you can hear the rain on the window. Do you put creamer in your tea? I wonder how many times I'll tell surveys I hate tea lmao by the end of my life lmao. What do you think are some good names for twins? I don't care enough to think about this. What are three things that fascinate you? Animal behavior (particularly social), the paranormal, and genetics. Would you say you live more in the past, present, or future? Present, I think. Have you ever been a victim of a crime? Not me personally, no, but my family. We had our basketball hoop stolen from our front yard and I was mega tilted yo. Does injustice make you angry? More like it infuriates me. Do you have the bad habit of procrastinating? Very badly. Are you afraid of running into a certain person in public? I both am and am not afraid of running into Jason. I have a very strong feeling I'd start having a PTSD episode (by that I mean hyperventilating, crying a bit, and shaking at the very least), but simultaneously I just want him to know I'm sorry. Do you have anyone you avoid? No. Do you have the same dreams now that you did as a kid? No. Who’s your crush? I don't really know if I have one right now. My old friend Ian and I started talking, and he's a fucking hilarious dude with similar ethics to mine with great compassion, but I still don't know him well enough to say I like-like him. I'm honestly just happy to have an irl friend again that actually talks to me regularly. Do you trust the government? I believe in WAY too many conspiracy theories to even try to convince anyone I trust the government lmao. Who do you want to meet in Heaven? I don't know exactly what sort of afterlife I believe in (it's not the traditional Heaven though), but I do believe that souls can reunite. The first thing I want to see again is Teddy. Does your school take sports too seriously? Considering we're well-respected in the sports field to the degree we draw in a huge number of foreign athletes, guess you could say yes lmao. Most of the people I even slightly know here came for sports. If there are bruises on your body, how did you get them? There aren’t. Would you ever go back in time to do something over again, but differently? Yes. Where did you kiss the last person you kissed? The airport. Have you thought about your wedding in detail? Not great detail, no. Do you think you could ever really kill someone? In self-defense, I know I could. Do you like Papa John’s pizza? I couldn't even guess the last time I had it. I don't remember. Do you attend school? Yeah. Do you call it a crush, or do you just say you like someone? The latter. Where were you when the ball dropped? In my bed asleep lmao. Where are your siblings? Probably all at work. Waffles, pancakes, or french toast? French toast. Do you ever judge people based on if they believe in God or not? Not really, but I WILL wonder to myself if you believe in some of the bullshit just about every religion has somewhere. Are you sometimes scared to express your opinions in fear of what others might think? YUP YUP YUP! Mainly irl tho. Have you ever painted your nails on only one hand, forgetting about the other one or getting side-tracked? No. Have you ever gone to one of those parties where everyone is falling around drunk everywhere? No. Been to one where everyone was high, though. Are you “the good guy”, or “the bad guy”, or somewhere in between? I'd hope the good guy. Do you ever erase the numbers off of surveys just because they annoy you? Ha ha yeah. Do you think you will have the same best friend a year from now? Yes. Do you have siblings over the age of twenty-one? Yes, all but one. What do you hear right now? "Another Life" by Motionless In White. Proud as fuck because this song was a MASSIVE PTSD trigger at first and even made me cry, but despite it still making me kinda uncomfortable, I can listen to and enjoy it now. If an ex said they hated you, what would you say? The only three people whose opinions would matter there would be Sara, Girt, and Jason. Sara and Jason would fucking break me, while I think Girt would of course make me cry, but I just. Wouldn't be surprised to lose another irl friend. I'd be so fucking hurt by any. OH YEAH, what would I say? I think Sara would have me speechless. I'd probably just choke out, "I don't blame you," to Jason. Girt, my first instinct pondering this was "are you serious?" because he's such a joker while my stomach dropped. What would you do if you found out your most recent ex was in a relationship? I'd be happy for her, but still feel kinda sad that it wasn't me. What do you think when someone kisses you on your forehead? If I like the person, I feel very comforted. It like... makes me feel small, safe, and permitted to just let my emotions loose, ex. be "allowed" to cry. What do you usually do right when you wake up? Check my phone to see the time. Truthfully, is there someone you used to date that you miss? I don't want to answer this. Do the math. Have you ever gotten burnt by a cigarette? No. Do you brush your teeth right away when you wake up? No. Have you ever made someone laugh when they were crying? Yeah. Would you date someone three years older than you? Yeah. Do you prefer to shower at night or in the morning? Actually as of recently, the morning. It's a nice way to start the day clean and energized. Could you handle living with the last person you texted? I'd love to live with her. Was the last book you read for fun, or was it for some type of assignment? It was assigned, but I loved it. Have you accomplished any goals you set for yourself this year so far? Not really? Well no, I think I'm being a less procrastinating student and also not fleeing so quickly from situations that invoke my anxiety. Are there still movie rental stores where you live or have they all gone out of business? SOBS Blockbuster come BACK we NEED u. What was the last thing to annoy you or make you upset? Eh, it was stupid and something that realistically isn't worth being annoyed by. I was SUPER bored and tired yesterday waiting for Mom to finish her field work while I waited in the library after classes, and I was so ready to go home, but she stayed longer than she thought she would. Do you think you would be a good match for your celebrity crush/es assuming you have one? Why? If you don’t have one, who was the last person you saw that you found attractive? Actually, not really. He's way too motivated and drawn to people who push forward and get shit done, and just in general at least from how I "know" him as a fan I could only realistically see us as friends. But a fangirl can dream ok just let me dream. When looking for something to watch on TV do you tend to pick shows you know you like, or try new shows that look interesting even though you’ve never heard of them before? I'll answer hypothetically if I watched TV: probably something I know I like. Might get adventurous every now and again and try something new, though, especially if it's on a channel I like. How old were you when you had your wisdom teeth removed? I haven't had to. I juuuuust slightly have enough room where I DID have them grow in. Where was the last job application you filled out sent to? Uhhh probably the deli, which I got and lasted for two hours my first work day lmao. Have you ever been fired from a job? No. What do people tell you your voice sounds like? I dunno, kinda deep for a girl and lacking an accent most of the time. What financial class are you? Lower. What poster is hanging closest to you? A huge Nightmare Before Christmas one. Are you more comfortable with men or women? Women. Would you go on a date with someone right now if they asked? Maybe if Ian did? Idk. It'd be a nice way to get to know more about each other, but I'd only agree to it after we talked a bit longer. Does your family keep tons of leftovers in the fridge? Not "a ton." Things we'll eat again though, yes. Favorite FRIENDS character? That is, if you like it. I haven't watched it. Are you thinking of getting another piercing? Where? Hell yes. Pretty sure next is collarbones if I could just lose a little bit more weight so they're more visible. Do you love when people remember little things about you? YES OMG!!!!!!!!!! Do you ‘bless’ strangers when they sneeze? Yes, I just think it's common good manner. Even though the reasoning behind it is whatever, it's a societal thing that I just go along with. How many phones have you gone through? Idk, not too many. Have you always lived in the house you currently reside in? No.

#survey #questions #quiz

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cheshiresense · 6 years

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What if: the Gotei 13 offers Ichigo the creation and captaincy of the Fourteenth Division?

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Pinglist: @queen-sands

“Here?” Kisuke looks from their surroundings to Ichigo and back again. “We’re going to build our headquarters here?”

“Yup,” Ichigo looks around as well, scuffing a foot over some debris as they make their way down the silent street. The place looks even more run-down than the last time he was here. The section they’re walking through looks like a fire’s swept through it recently. All the buildings around them are charred and crumbling, and even the homeless have stayed away. The rats haven’t though, or maybe cockroaches, who knows. Ichigo can hear faint scuttling sounds, and he wonders if Shinigami have extermination services he can hire or if he’s going to have to find a way to clear out any unwanted pests himself.

Man, this whole venture is going to be a chore and a half. But it was always an idea that nagged at him at the back of his mind, ever since it came to his attention, a someday, maybe, somehow that stayed with him even after all this time, and when Kyouraku practically gift-wrapped the perfect opportunity for him, that idea became a lot less abstract and impossible than he’d first thought.

He glances over his shoulder at where Kisuke is trailing a step behind him, blinking when he finds the man watching him with an unusually somber look on his face.

“What?” Ichigo slows to a stop, and Kisuke follows suit. There’s a stench of rot in the air, underneath the burnt wood and smoke. “You think I shouldn’t? Or can’t?”

“I know better than to put my money on can’t when it comes to you,” Kisuke tells him, just a touch wryly. “But shouldn’t… well.” He looks around again. “Technically, you shouldn’t. Is Kyouraku-soutaichou even going to give permission for this?”

“Yeah,” Ichigo answers immediately.

Kisuke has the gall to give him an accusatory look. As if the man doesn’t regularly breeze past any rules that get in his way as easily as breathing.

“It’s one of the conditions he agreed to,” Ichigo clarifies with a huff. “I asked to choose where the Fourteenth Division headquarters will be myself. He agreed.”

Kisuke arches an eyebrow but there’s a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I am fairly certain he did not mean all the way out here.”

“Well that’s not my problem, is it?”

In response, Kisuke’s fan snaps open in front of his face, and he even turns away a little, but Ichigo catches the grin anyway.

He rolls his eyes. At this point in their lives, they’re probably as bad as each other. “But seriously, was there another reason you think this is a bad idea?”

Because if Urahara Kisuke, arguably the reigning king of bad ideas, thinks this is a bad idea…

“Not a bad idea, per se,” Kisuke murmurs, lowering his fan again as his mirth fades. “I can see why you would want to set up base out here. Actually, I probably should’ve predicted it. And no one with any sense can deny that having Shinigami presence here can only help.”

“...But?”

“But,” Kisuke echoes, and the look in his eyes is sharp enough to make Ichigo straighten instinctively. “Seireitei is the seat of Central 46’s power. Officially, Central 46 serves as the judiciary body of Soul Society but their influence goes far beyond that. With the Soul King residing in a different dimension entirely, they are considered the highest royalty here, made up of men and women from noble lines. Their decisions are rarely overturned. They all but own the military. Their authority is absolute and has gone unchallenged for millenia. Aizen was the first to strike against them, and their numbers were large enough that they reassembled soon after anyway. The richest resources and the most successful businesses surround the capital, and Central 46 gets first pick of the best produce and merchandise, followed by nobility, followed by the rest of Seireitei. Rukongai is last, if they get anything at all. The outer districts certainly don’t. So can you see, Ichigo, why the government might have a problem with you setting up your own base of operations so far away from their influence?”

Ichigo takes a minute to digest this. Honestly, he isn’t that surprised. He knows the people who make up Central 46 have never been his biggest fans. He knows - even though the man’s never said anything to him - that Kyouraku’s had to argue for Ichigo’s… unique privileges that allow him to come and go from Soul Society as he pleases, among other things (things like not having his memories tampered with or not having his powers bound). He knows they give Kyouraku a good deal of trouble solely because their new Soutaichou doesn’t run things half as by-the-book as Yamamoto did, and worse, he doesn’t cater to Central 46’s whims either. Gotei business remains Gotei business, as much as Kyouraku can keep it that way, so it would probably be more accurate to say that Central 46 used to all but own the military. But, possibly since Ichigo’s arrival, they haven’t had nearly as much freedom to do as they please as they once did.

Even the old man changed a bit in those last few years.

“They won’t like it,” Ichigo says at last. “Cuz they think I’ll run things my way out here, and there’d be no one around to stop me. And they’d want to stop me because I’d… what, take some of the power from them?”

“That’s the gist of it,” Kisuke agrees. “Seireitei functions as the greatest seat of power because it is the only seat of power. The Gotei and Central 46 are strong because the districts depend on them for aid against invading Hollows. It takes time for Shinigami to get all the way out here, and we can use Shunpo. Imagine how difficult it would be to set up food trains, to send the necessary supplies to sustain businesses, to establish farmland. People here are as self-sufficient as they aren’t. They take care of themselves to the best of their abilities, but they can’t make a proper living when they can’t even overcome starvation. Shinigami don’t help with that. And any soul with a high enough amount of reiryoku will naturally attempt the journey to the only place they can be trained, if only to get away from the rampant poverty, so the outer districts are left with the weak and untrained, and therefore they have no real way to defend themselves long-term. Hollow attacks are inevitable, and Shinigami rarely come on time to save everyone. It doesn’t help that the upper- and even middle-class citizens in and around Seireitei look down on those from deep Rukongai. They consider them lesser. And why not? Shinigami are taught to treat Rukongai residents as second-class citizens at best. If the balance of souls is endangered, Shinigami are given blanket permission to get rid of as many souls in the outer districts as it takes to fix it. To some, they’re merely fodder, not even people. Central 46 certainly doesn’t care about those who live out here. And even Rukongai citizens know that if they want anything like a steady income and an easier life, they should go to the capital. So long as the strongest and the most useful among them travel to Seireitei and place themselves under Central 46’s jurisdiction, it hardly matters what happens to the rest. Souls will always reincarnate into the Human world when they pass on. Humans will always die. More souls will always come. And those with enough potential will eventually make their way into Central 46’s sphere of influence, and they might be under the command of the Soutaichou, but more often than not, if Central 46 so wishes, any orders they give would supersede even the Soutaichou’s authority. Thus, Central 46 remains the greatest power in all of Soul Society. It is a… vicious cycle. But it is one that suits the government.

“What you are proposing though,” Kisuke holds his gaze with something heavy and intent in his own. “If the outer districts, at least in the South, could come here for help, for jobs, for protection - it might take a decade, it might take a century, it might take more, but sooner or later, Ichigo, the people here won’t be so desperate for Shinigami aid from the capital anymore. One day, perhaps there will even be a second Seireitei here. And Central 46 will never be okay with that.”

Ichigo stares at him after he finishes, silent in the face of it all laid bare, and then he looks at their surroundings.

District 78, South Rukongai: Inuzuri.

Where Ichigo literally walked past beggars on the streets and bodies in the alleys earlier.

Where even the best housing in the area consist of little more than shabby-looking structures made of wood and brick with leaky rooftops.

Where older siblings abandon their younger and children have to fight for their food.

And Central 46 is worried about power.

He’s always understood, ever since the idea occurred to him, that what he wants to do would… not be a small venture. Not be something that would only affect a small group of people.

But he thinks it’s right, and not only right but long overdue-- and it’s not like anybody else is going to do it. It might be dangerous, to step on so many toes like he’ll be doing, but he’s been taking on gods and monsters since he was fifteen. Why quit now?

He turns back to Kisuke. “I don’t care,” He says flatly. He thinks about that for a moment before amending, “I mean I do care. I care enough to Bankai any of those assholes stupid enough to try and stop me because they can’t handle not being the most important.”

His hands have unconsciously curled into fists, and he forces himself to relax them even as he levels a fierce look on Kisuke. “I know it’s gonna be hard. I know there’ll be problems to deal with that I haven’t even thought of yet. I know some people won’t approve, or they’ll think I won’t be able to do it, or they’ll try to get me to stop. And I know I didn’t give you any warning. But I’m gonna do it anyway. Are you still going to help me?”

There’s a long beat of tense, breathless silence in the wake of his question. Then Kisuke arches an eyebrow, and his expression is part admonishing, part fond, and all steel underneath. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just ask me that, Ichigo. Else I might be tempted to ask you when I’ve ever done otherwise, and that would be horribly embarrassing for you since you would then remember that the answer is never, and you should know better by now.”

Ichigo does indeed flush a little, at how plainly Kisuke puts it but also at the simple truth of it. He’s still quick to retort, “Hey, half the time when you help me with something, you got me into trouble in the first place!”

“This is true,” Kisuke agrees with a shamelessly inappropriate amount of good cheer, the bastard. “And yet you’ve always handled my messes just fine, so it seems it would be to both our benefits if we refrained from asking such pointless questions ever again.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Ichigo grumbles, and he does. Reprimanded for asking if Kisuke wants to back out-- well, he probably deserves it. Kisuke’s a lot of things but no one who’s remotely familiar with the man can accuse him of not being there when Ichigo needs him.

“Right then,” Ichigo looks around again. “I guess first things first, we’re gonna have to clear the area.”

Can’t build without ground to build on. There’s no way these buildings are salvageable anyway, and even if they were, they shouldn’t be. The place is a pit of death and disease. But it’s large enough to accomodate an entire compound and then some, and there’s no such thing as taxes or leased land in the outermost districts-- he’s checked.

“I’m sure you’ll think of a way to at least make it habitable,” Kisuke assures in a way that explicitly implies without me.

Ichigo immediately slants a narrowed gaze at him, but he waits for an explanation because that wasn’t Kisuke’s trying-to-get-out-of-boring-menial-labour voice.

Kisuke absently taps Benihime against the ground before gesturing around them. “If we really are doing this, then before we can build anything, we have to make sure what we build will stay standing after we finish.” He pauses and gives Ichigo a contemplative look before slowly revealing, “Officially speaking, the Onmitsukidou is attached to the Second Division and under the command of the Soutaichou. It is part of the Gotei, so even when Central 46 wants to issue orders for them, those orders must first go through the Soutaichou. Even if he can’t prevent those orders from being passed down, he should have the right to know. But, unofficially,” Here, his mouth twists into an odd little smile that holds very little humour. “Seventy-three percent of the missions carried out by Onmitsukidou members come directly from Central 46, and they bypass the Soutaichou entirely. Reasons are not given, and orders are to be carried out swiftly and without question. So, if the government wishes to stop us from this little venture, there is every chance that certain agents will be mobilized to… take care of us, and Kyouraku-soutaichou will not know early enough to warn us.”

...Right. Assassins. Why not. He’s pretty sure he’s seen that in a couple dozen movie plots. Sometimes, Ichigo despairs of this world.

“But you can stop them.” It isn’t a question.

Kisuke’s smile widens, sharp as the curve of a scythe and gilded with a sly lethality that Ichigo would hate to be at the end of. “Leave it to me, Ichigo.”

The man glances around one more time, nods at Ichigo, and then Shunpos off, presumably to lay down enough traps of madness and mayhem to deter even a determined Sui-Feng with a grudge.

Leaving Ichigo to stare up at the dilapidated buildings with more than a little dismay.

“I really hope cockroaches don’t bite,” He mutters.

But he’s decided to do this, so bite or no bite, time to get to work.

He snaps open a Garganta. Extra hands - more than just Kisuke’s - wouldn’t hurt, but it’s going to take time to pick people he wants and approach them and convince them, so for now, he’ll focus on at least readying a place for his future squad to live in.

Thank God humans have developed waste management.

[Part 4]

#bleach #uraichi #urahara kisuke #kurosaki ichigo #myscrap #gotei 14 verse

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quickwrites · 7 years

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Papa Kitty: Red vs Blue

“Open up, it’s me,” Keith said, placing a hand on the shield between him and the red lion. Silence filled the hanger as he waited with a growing frown. “It’s me,” he repeated louder and slower. “Keeeeeith. I’m- I. AM. YOUR. PALADIN!” He took a step back as the shield remained stubbornly up and scowled. “Come on,” he shouted, punching the barrier. “I’m bonding with you here! Don’t ignore me! Bad enough I can’t bond with any other humans don’t add giant metal cats to the list.” He leaned against the shield, feeling it hum under his palm and closed his eyes. “Open up!”

Behind him the doors hissed and he spun on the spot, bringing up his shield just in time to block the bolt aimed at his chest.

“We have to go,” he shouted at the lion, activating his bayard into the slashing sword. The massive beast didn’t move and Keith felt his frustration rise. A roar tore through his throat as he ran at the sentries attacking him, making quick work of all three. Looking back he saw that the lion was still shielded but that there was something standing on top of it.

Was that a- he thought only to jump backwards as a blue bolt fired at his feet.

“Red doesn’t seem to like you very much,” a high mocking voice called from the lion’s head. “You should probably turn over that bayard and run on home before you get hurt.”

“Impossible,” Keith breathed, seeing the blue armor as his lanky attacker leveled his weapon at him.

“Look, man,” Lance called down. “I’m being /reeeeally/ generous about this whole thing. Trust me you do not want Sendak to find you in here and be really happy the Emperor had to go back to base. Just set the bayard on the ground, turn around and walk out of here. I don’t know what lies you’ve been told but this whole thing is so much bigger than you think it is.”

“What are you talking about,” Keith shouted, keeping his shield between him and the blaster aimed down at him. “You are helping a military government that if given the chance would invade and destroy your entire planet and it’s people.”

“You- you don’t have all the information,” Lance replied, his voice tight. “Look just- quiznak,”

Keith heard the doors behind them and glanced quickly behind him to see half a dozen more sentries running in. He was aware of Lance shouting something but didn’t process it as he pushed off towards the control panel.

“Wait,” Lance shouted, seeing Keith’s plan a second before the bay doors opened.

Keith’s helmet automatically closed around his mouth as the vacuum sucked him and the sentries out into open space. There was a roar for just a second as he was pulled backwards, fingertips just missing the console he had destroyed then silence saved for his own rapid breathing as he spun freely in the negative gravity.

Okay, okay, he thought, struggling to breath regularly. Papa taught you about this. What did he say to do if thrown out of your spaceship? “Uhhh,” he said out loud, catching a glimpse of something blue blurring past him. Before he could think another blur, this time red, rushed towards him then blackness as gravity returned. The lion, he thought, gasping after hitting the ground. He wasted no time reaching the cockpit, sliding into his seat as the lights turned on.

“Good kitty,” he said, smiling to himself then looked out. In front of him was another lion, hovering in the air between him and the galra warship.

“Lance,” Hunk’s voice shouted through their coms, the yellow lion flying around the corner to hover at a third point between Red and Blue. “Buddy! You’re alright!”

Blue was silent. Keith felt his lion vibrate under his hands, almost as if letting out a warning growl, and a cold sweat trickle down his neck.

“Surrender now,” Lance’s voice said over their comlinks. “Do so quietly and you will not be harmed.”

“Not going to happen,” Keith shot back and pushed the controls forward.

A fight between two ships was referred to as a dogfight, Pidge would note later. But if the two ships are shaped like lions wouldn’t it be a cat fight?

Dog or cat, the fight between Lance and Keith in their lions was a violent but short one. Lance was more in tune to his lion and was using weapons that Keith couldn’t find in his controls but Keith’s lion and reflexes were faster. They could both hear Pidge and Hunk yelling at them to stop fighting but neither would back down. The Green and Yellow lions kept the fighters flying out of the warship at bay as Blue and Red struck then broke apart again and again.

Keith could feel the damage to his lion as if it was damage to himself but could also feel it’s stubbornness. The lion didn’t want to back down any more than he did and he used that drive to strike again and again, finding every opening Lance gave him. He didn’t know Lance but from the stories Pidge and Hunk had shared knew his behavior wasn’t normal. He did know the empire and their methods and could only imagine what they did to the Blue Paladin to turn him against the universe like this. He would not leave the Blue Lion or it’s Paladin in their hands.

The ground team was reporting in. Shiro’s voice cut through Keith’s com. “We have the castle,” he said, his voice calm and even. “Taking off now. Report in. Hunk, is that ion canon out of commission? Keith, do you have the Red Lion?”

“Y-yeah, Shiro but-”

“We have a bigger problem,” Pidge shouted over Hunk’s hesitation. “Lance is here and he and Keith are tearing each other apart! We can’t stop them!”

“What,” Allura’s voice shouted. “What do you mean Lance is there? Why are they fighting?”

“I’m taking Lance down,” Keith said, his voice surprisingly calm even to him. “He’s brainwashed or something. I’ll knock his lion out and we can bring him with us.”

“Keith,” Thace’s voice started.

“I’ve got this, Papa,” Keith said, throwing his lion forward to strike at Lance’s flank.

“...I know you do,” Thace replied. “You have thirty ticks. Get him and get to the castle before the wormhole opens. We will meet you in the hanger. Twenty-five ticks.”

“I only need ten,” Keith said, bringing the tail of the lion around and hitting Blue in the back of the neck.

“No,” Lance shouted, the eyes of his lion going dark as it hung in space.

Maneuvering his lion, Keith grabbed hold of the back of Blue’s neck and pushed the throttle to full power. Even with the added weight, he was able to out maneuver the remaining fighters, Pidge and Hunk on his flanks. Over their coms, Lance was screaming at them to stop and that they didn’t know what they were doing. Pidge and Hunk tried to calm him with their words but Keith remained silent as they came in sight of the castle.

“Pidge, Hunk,” Keith shouted over Lance. “Get those fighters away from the castle! We won’t be able to make the jump if we can’t get some distance.”

“Right,” the two said, speeding forward to engage the enemy.

“Fifteen ticks, Keith,” Thace said. Keith wondered if anyone else could hear the worry in his father’s voice as he aileron rolled past a fighter and darted inside the open doors waiting for his lion.

Red landed smoothly, almost without Keith’s assistance as if it was right at home inside the hanger. Over his com he heard Shiro telling the others to get inside the castle but couldn’t give it his attention. Blue was on the ground at Red’s feet and the Blades that had gone with his father were approaching from the doors. He ran out to intercept them, tossing his helmet away as he landed on the top of Blue’s head.

Bellow he saw the ramp lower and Lance step out with his weapon raised. Without taking a moment to think, Keith leaped from the head and landed on the other boy’s back. Both bayards went skittering down the ramp away from them as the two devolved into a wrestling match. Though Lance seemed rough and even uncoordinated to the Blades watching the two teens fight, Keith could tell the other had spent perhaps a life time wrestling bigger and stronger opponents but it was still no match from Keith’s specialized training under the watchful eyes of his parents and uncles. It took a dobosh but Keith managed to get the upperhand and pinned Lance down long enough for the Blades to restrain him.

“You’re making a mistake,” Lance shouted, still finding the energy to fight as he was dragged away by the rebel galra. “They’re lying! She lied about everything! Don’t be fooled!”

Keith sat on the ground under Blue and Red, breathing hard and a bit impressed by Lance’s stamina even as he was miffed by the entire encounter. He thought of Shiro and the damage the gladiator pits and druids had done to him. He thought about Pidge and the family she had lost at the hands of the Empire. He thought about his family and the members he never got to meet because of Zarkon. But mostly, he thought about Lance, a human boy who was dragged thousands of light years away from his home into a war he wasn’t ready for, and the lies he had been fed.

Shiro approached him slowly and reached out with one hand that Keith took. “Come on,” he said, putting an arm around Keith’s shoulder once he was to his feet and leading him away. “We have a lot of work to do.”

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Ah the Papa Kitty AU. It has so much angst that I’ve barely touched yet hidden among the super fluff of Thace and Ulaz raising Keith! Such angst as Lance giving himself up to the Galra empire so the others could escape when they couldn’t get all the lions together because their weren’t enough people and being tricked into working for Zarkon by only being told his side of the story. You know the one where he was betrayed by Alfor and where his planet was destroyed by the people he believed to be his friends instead of the version where he went too power hungry with his wife and nearly destroyed the entire universe by letting in crazy shadow monsters from another dimension. Yeah that one!

I’m sorry that I’m writing pretty spurratically lately but I’ve been super busy this week and been super tired on top of that so it’s been hard to sit down to write. Yesterday and the day before I tried to write a cute little fic about all the teens being in the first grade together and Shiro being their teacher but never made it past the first paragraph. Hopefully I’ll be able to write that out soon but not sure when. My weekend is pretty busy with work, work, helping my fiance get my birthday party together (he’s sweet and wanted to try to throw it on his own but had no idea what he’s doing), having the birthday party and somewhere resting up to go back to work again but I’ll try to write a short something in between everything. If you want to help with that please send me little prompts that you’d like to see and I’ll write something short for them!

Side note, it was really fun rewriting Keith’s dialogue from the first scene with Red. I love it and it makes me laugh every time.

#keith #lance #pidge #hunk #shiro #sendak #zarkon #allura #thace #blades of marmora #dads of marmora #papa kitty #flash fiction #fanfiction

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rerwby · 7 years

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Negative Emotions: How The Angry Birds Movie Addressed a Problem Better Than RWBY Did

I was illegally watching the Angry Birds Movie last year and I was shocked by its first 20 or so minutes. The cursed film actually managed a strong bit of world building that showed just what made the Angry Birds themselves so special in their setting.

See, they live on an isolated island where negative emotions are pretty much taboo. There’s not much of an indication as to the why of this but you get the implication that everyone just prefers it that way. Red Bird Guy is singled out as being a problem to the community when a baby birb egg is nearly smashed as a result of his actions on nothing more than a bad day. He is eventually brought to Bird Court and sentenced to anger management classes.

This is located in a small hut far outside the village, taught by a very cheery bird. This is where we meet the main characters who all have their own version of, what else, anger. They are taught constructive ways to channel their emotions so that they can be assimilated safely back into the community. What’s funny is, they aren’t entirely shunned by the other birds during this time. They’re still part of society but people are just weary of them.

It’s hardly a totalitarian regime, nor is there a Big Bird Brother in place. It’s just government-ordained therapy sessions for birds who get out of line. It’s really quite reasonable. Now the culmination of the Angry Birds Movie’s third act is that sometimes you have to get angry in order to accomplish things, and they do so in order to steal their eggs back from the evil Jontron Pigs. But that’s besides the point.

What I’m saying is that, in 20 minutes, the Angry Birds Movie built a world from scratch that showed that anger and negative emotions are looked down upon and are dealt with by society to make that society better.

You’d think something similar would happen in a world where, you know, life-threatening giant monsters are literally at your doorstep and attack every person they can find. Especially considering those monsters are allegedly powered and baited by negative emotions.

Even though these assholes for some reason decide to wait and sit on their asses for decades before looking for tasty angry people.

But yeah, you’d think that a society that has evolved alongside the Grimm would have found a way to curb negative emotions, right? I mean Blake gets angsty on a boat and nearly dooms everyone, and in volume 3, apparently things are always so on-edge that it took Penny’s robo-reveal for some beowolves to plow down guards at the edge of Vale.

Shouldn’t Vale, Atlas, etc, have programs that teach you how to be happy? Maybe like, way more than a single annual festival to keep spirits high and celebrate all that good shit? It’s it weird, on a fundamental level, that they value violence and host giant tournaments where students regularly get maimed or die when the Grimm are flying like a mile away from their floating stadium?

Iunno dude. Just seems like someone at some point would address how staying calm and avoiding public outbursts of negativity would be the best possible course of action. Like this civilization had a WAR. Multiple wars I think! Did the Grimm not factor into those at all? Did they really just stand to the side and let people fight? How about those settlements outside the kingdoms that tend to last just a little while? Does no one go “hey, maybe this is a bad idea since negativity appears to be inevitable amongst large groups of people” or “maybe we just need to build a town that parties all the damn time!”

No they just like aimlessly wander into the wilderness with a few pitchforks and hope they don’t die lol.

#rwde #ive wanted to make this for a while and now seems like the best time

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ofcorsetstrash · 7 years

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Between Scenes - Part 3

This is... less of a deleted scene from my weirdly epic kylux fic and more of a ‘I have no idea where to fit this in’ scene. So, yeah, consider this as actually happening. You know. Between You and Me.

Oh, and in case any of you were wondering about how much I’ve been borrowing from Trigun for this fic...

Wast Liorpan wiped at a stubborn sticky spot on the bar, hoping a little elbow grease would be enough. When it wasn’t, he shrugged and moved on, It wasn’t like his usual clientele would care. A small sigh escaped him. It had been a further step down than he thought it would be, moving to the wild and lawless Outer Rim. Guess that was the price of getting lazy with the less legal side-business. Next thing you know, people are yelling things like ‘jail time’ and ‘thirty-year-sentence’.

The bell hung over the door rang, which wasn’t terribly unusual. Even in the middle of the day, like this. Some people liked to get their drinking done nice and early. This person, though, didn’t really look the type. Tall, black robes, hood over his head and cowl pulled up to hide his mouth and nose. Or maybe to block out the smells outside. Skulked into the room like an awkward, gangly carrion-bird.

Wast set down the glass he’d been cleaning. “What can I get for you, stranger?”

The man dropped his cowl and hood, carefully seating himself at the end of the bar furthest from the door. He looked around the empty bar, shaking long black hair out of his face. Wasn’t a bad-looking face, either. Even with that scar.

“Do you have any ice cream?”

Wast blinked a few times. “Any… ice cream?”

The stranger smiled and nodded. “I haven’t had ice cream in… in years.”

Wast was about to laugh in his face and shoo him out of the bar, when he remembered. “Actually, yeah. I do. Use it for mixing up those slushy drinks the Yaroshians like so much.”

“Great!” The stranger was all but beaming, child-like glee bursting out of him. “Could you put some of that purple lindenberry sauce on top?” He pointed at the jar on the shelf.

Wast dug a wide glass out from under the counter and located a spoon. “Do you want sprinkles on it, too?”

“You have sprinkles!?” The kid asked. He must have been a kid. Looked like he might not even be old enough to shave regularly, with that smile lighting his face up like that.

“No.”

“Oh. You were joking.”

Wast got the ice cream dished up and set it down. Eager as he was, the stranger took only a very small spoonful at first, almost daintily taking his first bite. Wast was about to return to cleaning, but he noticed tears running down his customer’s face.

“Um…” Usually this didn’t happen until after several Coruscanti Specials. “Are you… alright?”

“Yes,” the kid sniffled. “I just… it’s been awhile since I had ice cream. It’s better than I remember.”

“Do you have a name, stranger?”

The kid nodded. “Kylo.”

“Just Kylo?”

Something dark tugged at the corner of the stranger’s mouth, and suddenly Wast wasn’t so sure about how old he was. “Yeah. Just Kylo.”

Wat gathered up a few glasses and ran them back to the sanitizer. When he got back the kid was still savoring a spoonful like a good round of geppers on a cold night.

“So,” said Wast, feeling more comfortable now and rather wanting to gossip. “Did you hear about that…” He’d heard the news from a Wookiee bounty-hunter, and wasn't sure how the word was supposed to translate into galactic basic. “Killing-Star?”

The kid, Kylo, lowered his spoon and stared at Wast. “Killing-Star?” he repeated, disbelief in his voice.

Wast couldn’t tell if that was because Kylo hadn’t heard or because he was saying it wrong, so he gave it another stab. “Killer Star?”

The kid set his spoon down. “What about it?” he asked.

“Oh,” Wast shrugged one side of his body. “Didn’t you hear? It blew up and now the government is a mess and a bunch of people are upset.”

“I hate to think what that’ll do to the economy.” Kylo said, his voice bland.

After that, Wast just let him eat in peace, content with his attempt at social interaction this early in the day.

*_*_*_*

“Hey. That guy. How long has he been sittin’ there?”

Wast tensed. The slavers sounded like they’d already been around to old Thristan’s place and drunk him out of business for the evening. They sounded like they were eager. Eager for a fight, or maybe to add to their collection that followed them quietly, eyes downcast.

“Beats me,” one of the slavers grumbled. Alarm rising in his throat, Wast realized that they were talking about the kid. Kylo, he’d said his name was. Still sitting quietly at the far end of the bar, nursing his third dish of ice cream. Damn. Wast kept an old Corellian blaster under the bar, but it was mostly for show, to scare some off the big talkers.

“You bitch!” One of the slavers suddenly roared, backhanding one of the girls behind him. “You were looking at him! You know I have to punish you, now!” He stood and slapped the girl again, sending her sprawling to the ground. “Disrespect! I can’t stand it when I’m disrespected!”

This was already looking to turn ugly. Wast looked down at the glass he was cleaning. It was already clean, but he didn’t stop trying to get it even cleaner.

A loud clack. “Alright, Boaz, that’s enough,” said another slaver, his voice calm, even bored.

“But she was lookin’ right at him!” argued the brutish Boaz. Wast wasn’t sure what species this guy was, but it sure wasn’t pretty to look at.

The other slaver, Wast thought he must be their leader, laughed a little. “You don’t stand a chance against him, anyway. Too bad. He looks like one of those ladykiller types. The kind the women all go after.” Wast finally looked up as the leader stood slowly, stretching his arms over his head. “Well, Mister Handsome, that’s real cruel of you. You see, these girls are too delicate. They have nothing. No families, no lovers, no pasts. And there you sit, making ‘em think of what they don’t have. Now I gotta take the time to help them forget it again, won’t I…”

Wast glanced down to the other end of the bar. The stranger, Kylo, gave no indication that he’d even heard anything from the slavers. Still a placid look on his face as he raised another spoonful of slowly melting cream to his mouth.

The big ugly brute growled, his hand drifting to the blaster at his hip. “Are you listening, slick? What, do you think you’re too good for us? Hey, PUNK!” The slaver drew and shot his weapon faster than Wast could blink. When he did blink, he saw Kylo blinking, as well, looking rather startled at the sheared-off end of his utensil. I’ll have to repaint that wall, Wast heard himself think. The slavers all chuckled, shifting as they smelled blood in the water.

Kylo looked up at Wast then, still no emotion on his face. “Could I have another spoon?”

“ASSHOLE!” A flurry of blaster shots flashed across the bar, and Wast ducked, tried to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible.

Quickly, though, the noise died down, and Wast glanced up, fearing the worst. There sat Kylo, still, blaster holes in the wall next to him, his dark eyes finally fixed on the slavers. He looked… bemused.

“It isn’t wise to be hasty,” he murmured. “I was already planning on killing all of you later today, but…” Kylo stood, slowly, and seemed taller than he had an hour ago. The shadows around him seemed darker, too, but that must have been just a trick of the light. “Why is it you insist upon meeting your death sooner?”

The big, ugly slaver laughed. “You don’t make any sense! Just talking a bunch of nonsense…”

But Kylo was walking forward then, his eyes unblinking as he stepped closer to the slaver. “I suppose it doesn’t really matter,” he whispered. The slaver blinked rapidly. He hadn’t expected the scrawny person eating ice cream in the corner to tower over him, it looked like. Then, he raised his hand in the air.

Much to his own surprise, it seemed.

“Oh,” Kylo said with a grin. “We have a volunteer. How wonderful.”

“What the- What the hell are you doing to me!” the slaver screamed.

“It’s simple. You’re the first to die.”

Wast cowered behind the bar, watched in horror as the slaver’s limb twisted, seemingly of it’s own accord. The creature screamed, then screamed louder as his own fingers dug into the flesh between his ribs. Wast had to close his eyes, had to look away and try not to lose control of his stomach. The terrible screaming and the sound of tearing flesh continued for only about ten seconds, according to his chrono. It felt much longer.

“Boaz!” the leader shouted. Wast glanced up just in time to see him pull out his blaster, murder on his face as he stared down Kylo.

It wasn’t Kylo that he shot, however. Everyone in the room watched as, at the last second, he turned, firing his own blaster into another slaver’s chest. The dead man could only gape in silent shock at his leader as he crumpled to the floor. Before anyone could even think, all of the small band of slavers had their blasters drawn. All of them pointed at each other.

“What the hell are you doing!” The leader was screaming, now, his eyes full of fear like he’d probably never known in his life. Kylo only tipped his head slightly, that dark smile still dancing around his mouth and seeping out his eyes. “You bastard! DAMN YOU! BASTARD!”

“No!”

“Please stop!”

“I don’t wanna die!”

But none of them could move, suspended as they were, held captive by… by some kind of force…

Wast had to look away. He had to. Couldn’t watch this horrific display of terror and death as one by one the slavers began to shoot each other. Their screams rose in pitch, panic painting the room red, until only one lone voice remained. That voice cried out in terror, and was suddenly silenced.

The dead quiet was broken only by a very small scraping sound. Wast looked up to see the tall, dark monster gently placing a credit chit on the bar.

“That should cover the ice cream,” Kylo’s voice was deceptively soft. Deceptively bloodless. “And the cost of body disposal. Plus a little extra, for the inconvenience.”

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trendingnewsb · 6 years

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3 Terrifying Pieces Of Anti-Woman Legislation You Need To Know About Right Now

When I mention your body’s biggest enemy, you probably have something that came immediately to mind: your thighs, your arms, the pimple you got from dropping kettle corn into your mouth/all over your face so you could eat without sitting up for normal adult reasons. Or maybe you thought of the parade of fuckboys last few bros you banged who confirmed for you that some people just weren’t built to interact with the female body. This second guess is closer to what I’m actually talking about, because it similarly concerns a group of largely white men (if you’d like to fight me on your sexual history, feel free, I’m just taking a guess) who have no business with women’s bodies, and yet can’t leave them the fuck alone. Those people are called YOUR GOVERNMENT. (Mic drop, I am political.)

In all honesty, I probably don’t have a single friend who would describe me as political; I don’t even feel like I ignore the news on purpose, it just kind of floats past me, like everything that was ever said in a high school history class. But because I’m a selfish bitch I care about my readers very much, when I hear about bullshit new measures that will negatively affect my body both on a daily basis and in times of need, I am going to listen the fuck up and urge you all to do the same. Here’s a rundown of the three scariest pieces of legislation aimed to limit women’s choices right now—and for those of you with any remaining doubts that I really do not usually care/write about politics, please know that I literally just Googled the word “legislation” to make sure I was using it correctly. Feels good.

1. Remember When Obama Made Your Boss Pay for Your Birth Control? Yeah, That’s Over.

In a continued bid to out-evil Satan, Trump made a fun little announcement last Friday: He’s shut down the Obama-era law requiring most employers to cover co-pay-free birth control, an amazing measure we definitely all took completely for granted. Now, in the nation of Gilead Trump’s America, employers will be able to cite “religious or moral objection” to covering birth control, and BAM: You can no longer afford brunch, because that budget has been re-allocated to your “not getting pregnant” fund. Oh, and regardless of your birth control type, this shit is not cheap: My employer insurance had a fun two-week blackout last month and I was charged $200 for a 30-day supply of my GENERIC birth control pill. So don’t even try to come at me with that “just pay out of pocket, mer mer mer, women want everything for free” shit, TYLER.

Proposed Solution: If there is a guy you are regularly having sex with, and your birth control coverage is affected, ask him to pay for half. I know this doesn’t effect change on a policy level, but as a group, can women please stop accepting sole financial responsibility for preventing pregnancy? If the guy you’re fucking starts whining about the cost, just tell him there’s a 100% free alternative: You can stop having sex with him, forever.

2. 20 Weeks Pregnant? Cool, You’re Having a Baby Now.

Though this isn’t yet in immediate effect like the above measure, a bill recently passed through the House of Representatives criminalizing abortion after 20 weeks of pregnancy. Never mind the fact that if our government hates abortions so much, they probably shouldn’t have repealed the access to free birth control, which conveniently yielded lower abortion rates than we had in 1973, when abortion was made legal nation-wide. Never mind the disgustingly insulting title for this bill of “Pain-Capable Unborn Child Protection Act,” which would perhaps have been more aptly titled “Pain-Capable and Very Much Born Adult Woman Punishment Act.” In this case, let’s focus on the fact that one of the bill’s co-sponsors, Tim Murphy of Pennsylvania, was literally texting his mistress to GET AN ABORTION while passing this bill through the House. Everything about this bill (and its relation to less-available birth control) is so alarmingly nonsensical that I’m almost ready to start buying into lizard-person theories. Given the one season I watched of , I feel like “handling” a mistress’ pregnancy is basically a rite of passage for most politicians—so why are they so fucking intent on making sure those abortions need to be illegal and unsafe? It’s definitely not a conspiracy to have more women die during the procedure, rendering them unable to talk about the affair, right? Wait…right?

3. A Special-Edition Coverage Slash For Pre-Pregnant, Pregnant, And Post-Pregnant Women

This bad boy, otherwise known as the Graham-Cassidy bill, is luckily having a lot of trouble getting passed, so there’s chance you won’t actually have to deal with this specifically. Which is good because I JUST spent two hours of my Monday at a Planned Parenthood phone bank defeating this nightmare of a bill that keeps popping back up like a zombie Whack-A-Mole, can I live for one week?? But honestly, every proposed healthcare reform bill this garbage-monster administration has spewed out has been pretty similarly shitty, so expect comparable measures if they manage to get anything through. This particular bill has gone ahead and banned women on Medicaid from visiting Planned Parenthood (straight up, I do not know what Medicaid is, but oh my god just allow women access to appropriate healthcare, our bodies are more complicated than yours and we fucking need it). Also, it’s restricted abortion coverage and maternity care in the same bill, so really (unless you’re a politician’s mistress!), these people would like to ensure that you get pregnant, stay pregnant, and bear the emotional, physical, and financial burden of that pregnancy all on your own. Just like how you got pregnant all on your own, without the help of any second party. Right.

Basically, the only common thread of these new measures is that our government doesn’t give a shit about you or your body. There’s no ideological or economic background that makes any sense, much like when Dean started motorboating D-Lo in the pool, thus jeopardizing his supposed “deep emotional connection” with Kristina, and the lucrative fandom love that could have launched a thousand Instagram sponsorships. So, I encourage you to start thinking about our government the way you think about the fuckboys we deal with on a daily basis: Until they shape the fuck up, we’ll be heavily looking into alternative options. You don’t let fuckboys tell you what to do with your body, so let’s get them out of these government positions where they can literally charge you for going against their dumbass ideas on what your body has access to.