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sahyoluvr · 10 months

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solemn - huh yunjin x femreader

genre: enemies to lovers, suggestive

warnings: swearing, lots of dialogue, suggestive

part 2

(requested by 2 anons)

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“again!” the choreographer yells, clapping twice signalling to stop the music. she scowls at you.

you all trudge back to your starting positions. you squint when music blares into your ears.

as the music starts up again, you try and maintain concentration but your mind slips back to the day you signed your contract; ‘if you can’t keep up; whether it’s vocals, dance or even producing, there’s a high chance we can remove you from the team.’ and at the thought of this you stumble on your feet, very subtly bumping into eunchae. she holds onto you and rubs your back to make sure you’re okay. the choreographer stops you again. she sighs in an annoyed tone.

“yn, what are you doing?” she scoffs, sounding pissed off at this point, “yunjin, can you do what you just did again; to show yn how to do it properly?”

“yeah sure,” yunjin replied nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders.

you glance in the mirror now focused on yunjin, your eyes make contact, but you look down in shame and embarrassment. any time you made a mistake the instructor never focused on your own development, she’d just make snide comments about how the other girls were better than you.

yunjin demonstrates the dance movement slowly, then at the normal speed. she does the dance perfectly and the choreographer claps at the site of her performance.

“see? that’s how you should be doing it, are you practicing enough? because you certainly stick out a whole lot from the rest of the bunch.” the choreographer belittles you, crossing her arms assertively.

you can’t be sure if she’s being strict or just blatantly rude, but either way, by the manner in which she spoke, you knew she had something against you. especially since this was a reoccurring event.

“i’m sorry,” you down at the gleaming wooden floor, “i’ll try harder next time.”

yunjin laughs at your comment and you glare at her with a nasty stare.

ever since you had debuted you could never get close with yunjin. you’d think that being an english speaker it would’ve helped develop your relationship, but you were wrong. the constant comparisons made her grow some sort of arrogant ego towards you, to put it simply; you held a strong grudge against each other.

as you finish the dance set, sakura and chaewon pat you on the back and in reassurance, kazuha and eunchae praise you as well. not a word from yunjin, as she goes to check her phone and sits down.

the other girls decide to order dinner, yunjin decides to go home and you state that you would be heading to a private practice room. when you bring this up, chaewon suggests you take break from practicing all day, but you wave your hands at her, brushing it off.

yunjin and you walk in silence towards the elevator together. when you enter, you each press your intended floors and stand in silence.

though the silence is loudly interrupted by a wretched screech, quickly followed by a shaking of the elevator. you can feel the elevator stop moving, likely due to a mechanical dysfunction.

“oh my god,” you whisper, rushing to slam the emergency button on the set of buttons.

there’s a continuous ringing tone. until it is answered by the sound of an older man.

“hello! please don’t panic, what seems to be the issue?” he says in an orderly fashion, he seemed to have no sense of sympathy and lack of passion in his voice.

as you open your mouth to speak, yunjin covers it with her palm and glares at you.

“let me do the talking,” she says facing you, before she puts her face closer to the microphone, “hi mister, we seem to have suddenly stopped on the elevator.”

“right okay,” he says, “is everyone there okay?”

yunjin glances at you and scans your face; your fear is now masked by the anger from yunjin’s unaccounted-for behaviour.

“yeah we’re fine.”

“that’s good. um, alright, can you explain to me what happened and do you know what floor you are on, or where you might be closest too?”

“just a loud screeching sound and a sudden stop, with a bit of a shake, i think we might be on floor 8 but the number’s lights have turned off-”

you cut yunjin off, “i was watching it before it stopped we are like, on floor 10.”

“yn, i was watching it aswell, it was 8.” she looks at you with an raised eyebrow.

“no it wasn’t!” you yell, “sir! it’s most definitely 10!”

“alright folks! no need to argue, at least by the sounds of it,” he consults, “as long as we have a rough idea, in which you have clearly given us, we’ll find you.”

yunjin rolls her eyes at you as you scowl at her. what a bitch.

“and approximately how long will it take for you to get us out of here?” yunjin asks.

“not sure but maybe 2 to 3 hours, if you need to use the bathroom unfortunately there isn’t much i can really do about that,” he says, you can imagine the guilty face he has plastered on his face as he says this.

“ah fuck.” yunjin sulks, “i have to be stuck in the elevator with you, of all people.”

“excuse me? we are in a serious situation, and you’re worried most about being stuck in an elevator with me?” you snap back at her attitude.

“wow sorry, did i touch a sensitive spot, yn?” she teases while crossing her arms.

“fuck you, jennifer,” you say boldly, glaring into her eyes.

her face flickers from a teasing demeanour to anger, “you don’t get to call me that, only my friends can.”

“for fucks sake, we have to fake our friendship for the cameras, it’s ridiculous, why can’t we just be civil to each other?” you sigh, running your fingers through your hair.

“because you are so ignorant and you’re never around for that to happened anyway, you never seem like you actually want to be close to me,” she brings an arm up in disagreement.

“because you hate me and if not you certainly don’t like me”

i don’t hate you, yn, i just- oh, c’mon like you don’t like me either,” she speaks, then realises what your saying.

“because you act like this,” you use a finger to gesture at her body, “towards me.”

“i don’t,” she breaths out, “hate you.”

“then why do you never stick up for me?” you bring up.

“what?”

“why don’t you ever look out for me like the others do?”

“what are you talking about, yn?”

“like just a minute ago. you know how much i practice at the dorm, you know i put in the effort and you let the choreographer just shit on me!” your voice is now raised and you can feel the heat spreading to your cheeks.

“that’s because maybe you do need more practice! maybe she’s right, you need to try a little harder,” she suggest, shrugging her shoulders.

that was your final straw. she had tipped you over the edge. you could feel hot tears pricking at your eyes.

“this is exactly what i’m talking about! you never stick up for me! she doesn’t know what’s going on behind the scenes, but you do! huh? why are you the only person who doesn’t check on me after the sessions? has it ever came attention to that pretty little of head of yours, that i don’t want to be better than you, i just don’t appreciate being fucking compared to you every second of every day. this isn’t a competition to me, not as it is to you.” you breath in and out in frustration.

you’re embarrassed because your tears are streaming down your cheeks. you try your hardest not to hyperventilate infront of yunjin, from the breathless yelling you made towards her.

your eyes grow wide, quickly, as yunjin pushes you against the railing of the elevator. to your absolute shock, her lips slam aggressively against yours and absentmindedly you pursued her soft, plump lips roughly.

her hands grip tightly on the sides of your face, slightly tugging on the sides of your hair. you’ve places your hands on her waist. you open your mouth wider allowing her more access, when she slides her hot tongue into your mouth you tighten your grip on her body, making her moan.

the kisses are short, quick and deep, and they are full of emotion; anger, frustration, confusion, pleasure.

you can’t help but feel a great sense of relief wash over you. but you are too infatuated in yunjin to care about it, you chase her mouth and let the saliva exchange between the two of you, moaning against her lips.

she steers down deeper to venture your neck and she bites and licks as she trails further down. the feeling makes you whine out in pleasure, now digging your fingertips into her shoulders.

yunjin hooks a finger on the collar of your sweatshirt off to slide it over your shoulder and dives towards your collarbone, leaving scattered kisses and red marks after sucking in certain spots harshly.

all that can be heard is loud breathing and the smacking of lips over skin.

the elevator suddenly ‘dings.’

you and yunjin rip yourselves away from each other. panting and staring. she smirks at the sight of your helplessness.

you look down and blush in humiliation.

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an: with the great help of my best friend, i was able to write this haha! kinda love it, it’s different and not too lovey lovey lovey, dovey dovey dovey 🥱

#huh yunjin x reader #yunjin x reader #lesserafim x reader #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim imagines #enemies to lovers

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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So for the Untouched AU have you thought about any of these scenarios? Film themselves having sex, using whipped cream or chocolate, try getting tied up (either one of them but y/n would be my choice), give y/n a nipple-only orgasm, role playing, try edging, order a sex toy online after they search the site for things they wanna try together, tease each other all week with sexting during class, sending pics/videos to each other. I know. Just a few thoughts…🙄

18+

Bucky x f reader (Steve's sister, if you’re like me, add the caveat of being an adopted sister)

Sex tapes with our Untouched babies? The answer to this is hell yes. These babies are learning everything together. Nudes. Edging. Sex tapes included. Can be read as a standalone.

Warnings: Smutty smut, fluffy fluff, shy reader, sending nudes, sex tapes

The first nudes

It started off with a few sexy pics.

He’d send you a pic of him in his grey sweats after the gym. There’s no way to hide his boner, the outline of his cock straining against the fabric.

Shirtless pics.

Fresh out the shower, towel hanging low pics.

He didn't want to pressure you to send anything so he doesn’t even ask, happy to tease and tempt you instead. Quite honestly he regretted sending you anything in the first place because the second you sent him something with a little extra cleavage he had to hold his school bag against his lap to contain his boner.

The first time he sent you nudes was after he’d spent the whole day struggling to keep his hands to himself after you’d paraded around the house in a tiny sundress. He’d come over to play video games, gritting his teeth each time you came over to you brothers room to bring up their pizza and drinks, petting his hair on your way out. He couldn’t focus on a damn thing, his mind clouded with your bare thighs and the glance he got of your tiny panties from where he was sitting, only coming to his senses when Steve threw the controller at his head.

At least keep it in your goddamn pants when I’m around punk

As soon as he was home, he pulled his pants off, grabbing his phone, showing off his leaking cock, throbbing, the tip glistening without him touching himself.

My Bucky: See what you do to me?

Babydoll: OMG BUCKY 🙈

My Bucky: It’s fucking leaking sweets, fuck I need you

Babydoll: Serves you right, perving all day 🙄

M Bucky: You’re the one who teased me, come make it go away 🥺️

You giggled, your face heating up, feeling a little frisky, butterflies erupting around your tummy when he sent you another pic, this time with his balls, legs spread. You pulled your dress up, pulling your panties to the side, giving him the perfect view of your glistening cunt, your heart racing after you hit send.

Babydoll: Take care of me first

My Bucky: God Damn.

My Bucky: Fuck babydoll

My Bucky: Not fair, let me come over doll, please?

5 minutes later

My Bucky: I’m outside.

That started it. Bucky didn’t hesitate to show you exactly what you did to him and how hard he was, always ready to show you exactly how turned on he was for you. Study room. His car. Bed. It was fine until he’d nearly gotten caught twice, always scrambling to yank his pants back up, the tell tale blush on his face giving him away.

“Bucky had his dick out again”

“For fucks sake Barnes”

“You’re both something else, I swear”

“This is why we call you Bucknasty”

“You nasty hoe”

“Shut up Sam”

Your nudes drove Bucky feral and he’d nearly came in his pants the first time you sent him something in lingerie. He whimpered as soon as he opened the message, struggling not to palm himself, his eyes nearly crossing seeing you encased beautifully in the dark lace, the sheer material hardly covering your nipples and your perfect cunt. He may or may not have left class to rub one out, but it didn’t do much, his cock continued to twitch until he had you spread out on his bed. Your nudes are precious gold to him and he treasures every single one with his life. His beautiful doll in her bare form, all just for him.

The first time edging

“Sweet girl, please?”

“You’re pretty when you beg baby”

You were on top of Bucky, winding your hips down on him, watching his beautiful fucked out face, his skin flushed, lip chewed from how hard he was focusing. He had a bruising grip on your thighs, his cock throbbing from how badly he wanted to cum. You had made him hold it, bringing him close to the edge only to stop his orgasm right at the tip, his cock swollen and desperate.

“F-fuck, I can’t y/n” He nearly sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut. You felt your stomach clench, watching his perfect face contort, his brows furrowed, trying so hard to force himself from cumming. “Baby, s’too much, I wanna cum, let me cum, I can’t hold it”

“Y-yes you can” You continued to bounce on his cock, your high pitched whines making it harder for him to hold off his orgasm. You’d been curious about edging for a while, wanting to give Bucky the most intense pleasure of his life, not realizing it’d be just as amazing for you. Your slick dripped all over his crotch, his balls covered in your arousal.

“C’mon, I know you wanna cum, let’s cum together baby, please” He pleaded with you, choking at the way your pussy squeezed and fluttered around him, your own orgasm waiting to snap. You whimpered, gasping when he snaked his hand to play with your clit, a pornographic moan slipping from your lip as he rubbed perfect circles.

“Does that feel good doll? You gonna cum with me?”

“FUCK BUCKY” You gave into the pleasure he toyed with, your muscles tensed as he started to fuck up into you from underneath, his cock growing harder. “I-shit-

“Let go with me doll, cum with me, I got you” Bucky grabbed your hips, slamming you down onto his cock while he thrusted upwards, his back nearly arching off the bed. You moaned, your body giving way and falling limp, letting him pound from underneath you, the sounds of skin slapping growing louder.

“I’m gonna cum Bucky!” You started to flutter around his cock, your juices soaked him again as you came on his cock. Bucky let out a strained moan feeling you squeeze him, his pace growing sloppy as he pushed in as deep as he could.

“Fuckffuck thankyouthankyou, oh god, gonna c- AH FUCKKK” Bucky wrapped his arms around you, stilling as he cock throbbed, cum pumping into your pussy while he whined and whimpered under you. He refused to move afterwards, keeping his cock warm inside you while you both cuddled under his sheets, his face buried into the crook of your neck.

“Bubba, you have to pull out at some point” You giggled, playing with his hair while he shook his head, keeping his flushed face hidden.

“Sensitive” He whispered, staying inside your warmth, a new idea coming to mind, “We should try rope next time”

The first time using rope

“You sure you okay with this bubba?” Bucky checked the ties again, making sure they were comfortable around your wrists, his thumb stroking your cheek while you looked up at him with love and adoration. No matter what it was he wanted to do, your comfort had always come first.

That being said, something about having you tied up had made Bucky extra feral. He loved the way you trusted him, your pretty doe eyes shying away from him while you were bare in his bed.

“You-you look so pretty tied up like this for me baby” Bucky whispered, kissing your lips sweetly while you whimpered, squeezing your thighs together, your clit throbbing. You felt a shiver, naked on his bed while he still had his clothes on, admiring your pretty form as if you were a present just for him.

He stripped his clothes off while keeping his eyes locked with yours, crawling onto the bed and tossing your legs apart, licking his lips before kissing your inner thigh.

“Gonna let me play with this pretty pussy baby?” Bucky didn’t waste a second, his tongue laving and drinking every bit of your sweetness, loving the way your squirmed each time he flicked at your clit.

“Fuck Bucky!” Your back bowed off the bed as he latched onto your clit, suckling, practically nursing off you, moaning as he kept his lips sealed around your sensitive bud. He pulled away from you, untying the rope, just to manhandle you and shove your face into the mattress with your ass in the air. You yelped, feeling his hand spank your ass, grabbing both hands and tying them again, holding onto your wrists as leverage as he brought his cock to your entrance.

“Scream for me baby” He gave you a wolfish grin, glancing at the mirror that was off to the side of the bed, the more you squirmed, the more his cock leaked. “Can’t run from my cock now so take it” He shoved his cock into you, pounding into you, letting his balls hit your clit with each thrust, grunting and groaning.

“S’too much” Your eyes rolled back, the coil in your belly winding tighter as he pressed his hand to your shoulder blades making his cock his deeper. You cried out, your pussy squelching, your juices making a mess on his thighs. “I’m gonna cum Bucky, pleasee-”

“Fuck, you gonna cum without me even touching you baby? Don’t even need me to rub that pretty pearl of yours, you gonna cum just from my cock fucking you? You can take it baby, you’re my good girl” Bucky’s voice was low, nearly breathless, his cock throbbing, reeling over how the rope felt as he held onto your tied hands, his perfect beautiful doll, helplessly crying over his cock. “Hold it baby, fuckin’ hold it”

“Wanna cum James, p-please, wanna cum” You couldn’t even hold it any more, your pussy already starting to flutter. Your moans were muffled against the sheets, your trembling body a sign you were close.

“Together, jus-jus’ fuckin hold it sweets, that’s it, my good girl, my good fuckin’ girl, m’gonna fill you up okay?” Bucky rubbed up and down your spine, his head thrown back. “Gonna make you feel so good, give you all the cum you want babydoll, cum now baby, cum right fucking now!”

“Give me your cum James” You cried out, your orgasm ripping through you right on his command. Your pussy was desperate to milk every drop of his cum, squeezing and pulsing around him making it harder for him to move.

“Oh fuck, you have no idea, I’m gonna give it to you doll, gonna give you so much, so much, SO FUCKING MUCH FUCK-” Bucky slammed into you, grabbing your hips and holding still as his cock throbbed, desperately moaning as he filled you up. He untied your wrists, still panting and sensitive from his climax, pulling you up to cuddle up with him.

“Did I do good Bucky” You mumbled against him, your face buried in his chest, nearly falling asleep instantly at his ministrations.

“Did so good for me my angel, so perfect” He stroked your hair, kissing your face while you nuzzled against him, his hands gently massaging the indents of the rope of your wrists. “My perfect good girl”

The first sex tape

Bucky can't help himself, wanting to capture some of those intimate moments with you for just his viewing pleasure. It didn’t matter if he was making soft love to you or railing the fuck out of you, he wanted to go back to every single moment and capture how perfect you were for him, how perfect you looked together. He wanted to see how gorgeous you looked when you were filled up with his cock, how your pretty face contorted with pleasure with him deep inside you.

You knew he wanted something when he spent the whole day being needy, trailing behind you like a lost puppy.

“Wanna make a sex tape with you” He whispered, his cheeks blushing.

"Buckyyy" You covered your face when he brought it up, your cheeks heating up at the idea; you weren’t against it but you still felt self conscious. Bucky pulled you into his lap, cupping your cheek to make you look at him, kissing you before speaking again.

"Promise no one else will see it sweets, we won't do it if you're no comfortable with it though" He smiled softly and you knew he meant it. Not once had he ever pressured you into doing something you didn't like.

He waited for the day where you felt comfortable. His whole body buzzed with anticipation, noting that you were much more shy, staying curled up in bed, trying to cover yourself up. Bucky propped his phone up, letting it rest on the dresser while he crawled into bed, draping his body over yours, keeping you covered.

“You sure you okay with this pretty baby?” He whispered, his nose gently bumping against yours. You felt your face heat up, nodding and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I’m sure”

“Can-can I eat you out first?”

Your eyes grew wide for a moment before you said yes, your breath hitching in your throat as he slowly trailed kisses down your body, starting at your neck, stopping to take your nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around, nipping them before continuing down. His broad shoulders still kept you partially covered, his sculpted ass flexing as he grinded against the mattress, moaning as soon as his tongue tasted your slick. He came back up, crashing his lips against yours letting you taste yourself, moaning when he felt your legs come to wrap around his waist.

“How do you want it baby” His cock brushed against your pussy, the tip leaking, “You want it soft or hard?”

“Soft please” You whispered, biting your lip as he smiled, kissing your forehead while lining his cock up, rubbing the tip, letting it catch your hole. His eyes rolled back feeling you fluttering already, his whole body keeping you covered. You relaxed under his body weight, gasping as he filled you up, your pussy fluttering over the roll of his hips. You whimpered, trying to keep your moans down, your nails scratching down his back instead, pleasure overwhelming you.

“Let me hear you sweet girl” He whispered, trailing kisses down your neck, sucking the sensitive flesh, coaxing a whine out of you. “You sound so beautiful when you moan for my cock baby” You couldn’t help but cry out for him as he sped his thrusts up, bringing his knee up, his cock rubbing and kissing that sensitive spot deep inside you.

“Jamesss” You were finding it harder and harder to silence yourself, soft moans starting to slip from your lips. Bucky’s hands came to lace with yours, pinning them on the bed, squeezing them as he barely pulled out, keeping you full of him.

“You feel my cock deep inside you baby?” Bucky’s intense gaze made you feel shy again, overwhelmed with the pleasure he was giving you, how intimate the moment was, how you felt him everywhere, all over.

“So deep B-Bucky” Your voice was shaky, struggling to keep yourself from tipping off the edge, gripping onto his hands instead.

“I know princess, doing so good for me, you make me feel so good” Bucky kissed you until he had to come up for air, panting and resting his forehead onto yours. “Do I make you feel good babygirl? Does my cock make you feel good?”

All you could do was moan, unable to formulate words as he fucked you harder, is thrusts pushing all the way into you. Bucky groaned at the way your jaw was slack, your body trembling under him, thighs squeezing him, you were close, trying so hard not to cum.

“You like my cock in your pussy huh angel? Look at how beautiful you are right now doll, Love making you feel good doll, wanna make you feel good every. single. day” Bucky’s pace started to grow sloppy, his breaths getting heavier.

“Gonna watch this over and over and make myself cum every time I can’t have you pretty girl”

The thought of Bucky watching your sex tape while touching himself was too much, heat coursing through your body, your pussy starting to suck him deeper.

“FUCK JAMES”

“That’s right baby, say my name, wanna hear you scream for me when I make you cum, c’mon, scream my name baby, let go” Bucky picked up his back, moaning into your neck, struggling to hold his own pleasure off until you came first. “Cum baby, m’not gonna last”

“J-JAMESS” You sobbed, your back bowing off the bed, pressing against his chest, your eyes rolling back. Your let out a pornographic moan, cumming all over his cock, your slick gushing out of you as he continued to fuck you through your high.

“Gonna cum for you baby, take it sweet heart, take my cum, take it, take it- oh fucckkk” All the muscles in his body were pulled taut, stilling as his cock throbbed shooting his load inside you. He cuddles with you for a bit, still staying inside you before finally pulling out, making sure he still covers up most of you before grabbing his phone to stop recording.

After the first sex tape, you get a little more comfortable and also more frisky. Bucky records just about anything whenever he gets the chance.

His favorite tapes are the ones where he can see your face and see the way you look at him. It makes him feel butterflies, blushing as he looks back, your pretty eyes always shyly gazing at him even when he doesn’t notice.

His absolute favorite video is the one from the shower where theres so much steam, it’s a little fuzzy but it makes the moment so much more intimate. He has your legs around his waist, water dripping off your bodies, your back against the shower wall. Your moans echo and bounce off the walls significantly louder, mixed with the sound of the shower.

He also has a few prized ones that he will guard with his life. Ones that would make him cum without touching himself.

“Smile for the camera my little slut” Bucky’s voice all you can hear, his phone focused on you while you lay on his bed, your hair messy and tousled, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body.

You blink up with doe eyes, your tongue darting up to lick up the cum dripping from your lips, his load covering your face. You run your finger through the mess he’s made, sucking it off, giving him an innocent giggle. Bucky groaned, panning the camera down to capture the way hes stroking his spent cock, growing hard again because you look so sexy covered in him.

“Got my dick all sensitive baby, made me cum so hard” He smirked, bringing his semi hard cock to your lips, pushing the tip for you to suckle on. “That’s it, my good girl, my little cum princess drinking up like a good girl”

You whined, still playing with the cum that covered you, letting him record the way you took his load, coating your fingers and fingering yourself, rubbing your clit after. Bucky spread your legs apart, capturing the way your fluttering pussy dripped onto the bed, your cream messy between your thighs. He makes you hold his phone so you can record the way he cleans the mess up, his chestnut hair between your legs, arms holding you down.

You can hardly focus on keeping the camera steady but you get every single minute of the way he moans and greedily licks up the mixed arousal pouring out of you. You nearly loose your mind at the way he lets his eyes roll back, telling you how perfect you taste together, crawling up to kiss you, making your more messy than before.

“Let’s make a sequel?”

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kiwisa · 1 year

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genesis: outtakes ✩ the harpy

F1 Grid x Fem! Driver! OC ⏤ George Russell x Fem! Teammate! OC (platonic)

fluff, angst, humor • series' masterlist

✩ SCENE 1 ! THE TWEET

✩ SCENE 2 ! THE INTERVIEW WE DON'T TALK ABOUT

Astrée didn't know how the other pilots managed to keep going during media day. It was only the third interview – she nodded to the departing journalist – and she already wanted to end her life, or someone else's. She was still hesitating. If she was asked to play "Fuck, marry, kill" again, or to rank the other drivers by their looks, the woman would not be able to control her murderous urges.

A gentle nudge in her rib brought her out of her thoughts. Beside her, George – whose sympathetic look annoyed her (she was not a fragile little girl) – was handing her a packet of sweets that he had had time to steal from his driver's room before they were called in to do all those interviews together. Without a word, because she had drained her capacity to talk along this stupid question-and-answer game, she took one and, with the sweet taste, forgot for a moment the nasty remarks that had been made about her all morning.

George squeezed her shoulder before letting go when the new journalist arrived. Astrée could not help but wince as she looked at him. Imagine a pale, sunken face with two dark eyes, hidden by bushy eyebrows just as dark. Thin, wicked lips curled into a pout that was unpleasant to look at because the yellow teeth protruding from them inspired disgust. His shirt did nothing to hide the fat that had accumulated in his belly. One wondered how the buttons on his shirt managed to stay on.

After sitting down opposite them, right next to the camera, he gave her a wicked smile that sent shivers of disgust down her spine.

This was going to be a long one...

George must have been thinking the same thing because he sighed – only his teammate heard it.

The journalist introduced himself. His name was apparently Gregory Reeves and if Astrée gave a fuck, she might have remembered the name of the newspaper he worked for. Too bad for him, the Frenchwoman wasn't in the mood and didn't care about these useless introductions. She knew perfectly well that it was to establish some kind of fake link, a way of going beyond the status of strangers, but frankly, knowing their name didn't change the fact that journalists – or vultures, either name worked – were there to make them say what they wanted.

And if they didn't like their answers, a couple of edits, a made-up sentence or two, and a quote out of context in the headline would suffice.

“So, George, are you feeling confident about this grand prix?”

At this question, Astrée disconnected herself from reality. Staring into space, she let her thoughts wander to a world far more pleasant than this one. George always had the interesting questions. She was just an extra. When the video was broadcast, many would criticize her absent-mindedness. For now, she didn't care about the fallout.

Her teammate answered the question, but then, out of the camera's view, handed her the packet of sweets again, as discreetly as possible. This made her smile.

“Astrée,” the journalist called out to her. She was forced to look up, swallowing the candy quickly. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see George watching her carefully, surely sensing the lack of sympathy emanating from her. The good thing about him was that they had quickly found a balance during interviews. The Englishman would become the mediator between the journalists and her.

“Since you are a woman, the rules must be different for you. What underwear do you wear under your tight jumpsuit? It looks great on you, by the way.”

The driver blinked once, twice, three times, hoping it was all a big joke, but it was no use. The journalist looked at her, patiently waiting for her answer, as if his question was perfectly normal.

Fucking hell, she was there to drive a car, not to be interviewed by an old pervert.

Her blood ran cold. She stood up, rolled up her sleeves, took a step forward, raised her arm and⏤

“Can we stop the interview, please?” George held her back, cutting short her urge to hit the now frightened reporter. Good. Be afraid, you sexist bastard. Ignoring the scowl Astrée was giving him – let me rearrange the bastard’s face, that's what she wanted to tell him – he turned to their press agent. “Astrée and I have no desire to talk to someone who is clearly misogynistic. I want this man and his paper blacklisted from the paddock. There is no way he can ask such disgusting questions without consequence.”

The pervert snarled, as if he were legitimate to do so. George ignored him. He brushed the imaginary dust off his polo shirt, stood up and, without a glance at him, held out his hand to Astrée to lead her away.

Once they were far away from the cameras, George handed a new bag of candy as a way to say “sorry you had to experience that” to Astrée who, for the first time since they had become teammates, gave him a blinding smile.

If candy and a few insults were the keys to gaining her friendship, George was ready to take on the cavities and PR problems it would ensue.

✩ SCENE 3 ! THREE GUYS IN A ROOM

Daniel, Lando and Pierre looked at the Williams duo as they left. A silence fell but it was quickly broken by the youngest of the three.

“She scares the shit out of me,” Lando finally said.

“Who? Astrée? Why?” Pierre frowned.

The latter had crossed paths with the young woman several times. If she didn't seem very friendly – with the crap that was said about her every day, he wouldn't be either in her place – the Frenchman had never felt any bad vibes emanating from the woman who had trained in the same academy as him.

Perhaps it was because he couldn't get the image out of his head of an eleven-year-old Astrée crying after scraping her knee and her adorable "thank you" when he had tended to her wound.

“Looks like she's ready to get rid of you if you get in her way. And by “getting rid” I mean murder.”

“You know what, now that you mention it, she kind of reminds me of Max in that respect,” Daniel remarked thoughtfully.

“Wow, can you imagine if they were both on the same team? It's a good thing she's at Williams and not Red Bull.”

“I would pay to see that happen,” Daniel admitted.

Lando suppressed a shiver of horror as he imagined the Dutchman and the Frenchwoman driving the same car. He would rather die than experience that.

One thing was certain, he intended to stay as far away from Astrée as possible, Sebastian and his wish to welcome her in the group be damned.

✩ SCENE 4 ! GEORGE'S 'PROUD MOTHER' MOMENT

The Williams garage seemed to be holding its breath. One could have heard a pin drop. Words seemed to be missing. In the midst of a noisy paddock, their silence surprised the engineers of the other teams who would occasionally pause in the middle of the frantic race to look at them. Curious glances, however, could not break the trance that made hearts beat faster and took the breath away from the engineers and pit crew alike. Imperturbable, their eyes remained riveted on the screen broadcasting the race.

In this mass of black, blue, and white, George Russell, his nails bitten to the quick, was paralysed by stress. Motionless in the middle of the anthill that was the garage, his eyes were burning. He didn't want to blink for fear of missing an action, an overtaking, or – the worst option – a mistake.

If anything were to happen to Car 95 at that moment, when they were fourth, George would cry. The wind of hope that was blowing through the room, reviving the team that had been discouraged after his crash with Bottas, could not fade. Not now.

Discreetly, the British man crossed his fingers.

“How many laps left?”

“Fifteen.”

The royal blue car sped through the turns, almost seeming to fly across the tarmac. George didn't even know how that was possible. It was as if the engine had been changed before the race, as if the car had come back to life after a rather mediocre performance in the first grand prix, as if it felt that the person driving it was destined for great things.

“She’s going to do it.”

Eleventh lap. The blue shape caught up with the orange on the straight before the Tosa, the turn that everyone was dreading, except Astrée – apparently – who didn't slow down when she saw it coming.

The McLaren car in front of her preferred to play it safe. A wise decision. George would surely have done the same. On the TV broadcast, Astrée and Elijah's radio conversation was broadcasted.

“Astrée, slow down. Tosa coming up.”

“Hell no.”

The engineer's words had the opposite effect on the pilot, who accelerated.

“She's crazy,” George whispered.

His fingers – still crossed – tightened, as did his shoulders, his jaw, his whole body. Beside him, Adam, with a notebook in his hand, was not doing well either. He was awfully white, and his pupils were shaking.

The Williams gained ground and put immense pressure on the number 4 McLaren. If it wasn't sticking to Norris – her desire to win never outweighed safety – its presence in his rear-view mirror was enough to destabilise the young driver who gave in and let his opponent pass as the two cars raced into the Tosa corner, one much faster than the other.

The commentator shouted something about Astrée overtaking Norris and 10 laps to go but George didn't hear, too busy shouting for joy with the rest of the team.

“That's my girl!”

Immediately, inquisitive looks were cast at the British man, and some eyebrows were raised. He cleared his throat.

“Platonically.”

The eyes turned back to the screen. George rolled his eyes. It didn't matter if they were drivers, assistants, mechanics, radio crew or engineers, all the regulars in the paddock had a taste for gossip.

For a moment, the TV showed the battle for first place.

“Who cares about Max and Lewis!” a mechanic shouted somewhere in the background. “Put Astrée back on!”

As if the control room had been listening, the images flickered on to the blue car speeding through the Alta chicane. It was as if the turns didn't exist. It was as if fear itself was running away from number 95.

George, who had no fingernails left to deal with his stress, began to crack his fingers a little harder as the laps went by. His breathing seemed to mime his teammate braking and accelerations, and then stopped completely as Max passed the chequered flag.

“Max Verstappen wins the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix! Hamilton takes 2nd place while Iraklidis closes the podium! The first woman to do so! This is a historic moment, ladies and gentlemen!”

Euphoria at Williams’. Screams. Laughter. In the midst of it all, George seemed to be the conductor of the hubbub, jumping around with high-pitched shrieks, letting out “Fuck yes!” and “I knew it!” over and over. He threw himself into the arms of a very uncomfortable Adam, unused to being the subject of an F1 driver's affection.

Amidst the joy and sheer hilarity of it all, no one saw the cameras pointed at the second Williams driver or the footage that was broadcast live for millions of viewers to see.

✩ SCENE 5 ! THE AFTERMATH

The first thing she felt as she entered the Williams garage, still sticky from the champagne, was George's arms around her waist. If being on the podium had already made her dizzy, his teammate carrying and spinning her around in euphoria worsened the feeling.

“You did it!” He shouted into her ears, surely piercing her eardrum in the process. But she didn't really care, too happy to have her moment ruined.

“I did it!” she replied in the same tone.

When he put her down, when all the team members (even Adam) had finished congratulating her, when she could no longer feel her hand after shaking so many in a row, she dropped ungracefully into a chair near the computers recording their race statistics. George sat down next to her, shaking her shoulders.

“I still can't believe it,” she finally said once the euphoria had subsided a little.

She thought back to that moment, so special, that she had always dreamed of. She replayed it in her head over and over again, as if she were a spectator of her own life. Although she had made a few mistakes that would bother her enough to cringe alone in bed tonight, Astrée couldn't help but smile from ear to ear, her cheeks flushed, as she saw the realization of her dream pass under her closed eyelids.

“You must be over the moon,” George pointed out.

“That I am.”

“Your first GP and you're already on the podium...”

Astrée frowned.

"What? No. I don't give a damn about the podium. I mean I do, yes, but nothing compares to meeting Lewis Fucking Hamilton."

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It didn't seem right to skip over episodes I didn't draw recaps for! Things that ran through my head while watching this episode:

--When making this episode, Ufotable had the advantage of knowing what would come later in the manga. While rewatching it today, I had the advantage of knowing what would come later in the anime.

--By that, I mean the judicious use of Nezuko's lines in Tanjiro's dream in "Kamado Nezuko no Uta" *cough which I was just singing again at karaoke a few hours ago so it's even fresher in my brain cough*

--By that, I also mean the imagery of the field of Nichirin-to, wisteria petals, and dawn-like light as Tanjiro contemplates if he were to become a demon, and how he would trust that someone in the Corp would cut his head off for him --It never gets old how the Shabana siblings are a foil to the Kamado siblings, especially because Tanjiro recognizes how close they were and takes it to heart. I love how Gyutaro took a liking to Tanjiro on account of Tanjiro being laughably pathetic, and by merit of both of them being big brothers. That gives them something to relate to which is totally independent of whether they are demons or humans.

--I love that scene with Gyutaro mocking Tanjiro so much; it's one of those scenes that Ufotable really slowed down and dialed up the drama in, while still making every action make sense and count. One of the most tense conversations in the whole anime, and Gyutaro's glee is palpable. I love that all the names he calls Tanjiro are names that he was called when he was human, and while I don't think Gyutaro is conscious of it, it feels like at some level, he's yelling these things at himself because he's angry with himself for having failed to protect Ume.

--Speaking of, I love how Daki is like, "nuh uh, Oniichan, don't you dare make these two our friends, I hate them" and Gyutaro ignores her because she's an annoying little sister. Such siblings. Also, the way she's just casually sitting totally unphased at the top of the building is the biggest mockery, as it rubs him how useless their hard-earned triumph in the previous episode was. I love how much that theme gets stressed in this series--that is what it means to fight demons!

--Kimetsu logic: don't give us any idea what the characters are doing until after they've already done it. Tanjiro wasn't running away, but instead grabbing a kunai and covering its scent? Oh, ok, cool. Zenitsu had another variation on his one technique and he can only use it twice in one fight? Ok, cool. Inosuke can move his organs and resist poison? You know what, okay. Also, a note of voice acting--I love how heroically deep sleeping Zenitsu's voice is (I'm sure that's how the hero of Legend of Zenitsu always speaks), and how Inosuke is clearly Not Okay.

--Uzui can stop his heart? Sure. Alright. I wonder how much of that was voluntary in the middle of a fight with his little Tsuguko on the line, though--perhaps he also went into that state to prevent himself from bleeding out from his arm? But man, he is no-o-o-o-t looking good, that is truly fighting with desperation, however elated he is to have completed his sheet music technique.

--His wives were watching when he was down on the ground and supposedly dead. ;__;

--Ufotable always has such a challenge to make every Breath technique look amazing and they keep raising the bars. Even though a lot of the height of this battle was just being flashy and yelling at each other, they still had to thing about battle mechanics, like what hits they actually manage to get in on each other (Uzui didn't just lose the eye, he took a nasty hit in the abdomen, too!) and the moment Uzui drops one of his swords. Although a lot of the fighting in this episode is slowed down by character thoughts, if you put it all in sequence, it was very, very quick.

--This entire battle, actually, probably did not take very long. The initial blows exchanged between Tanjiro and Daki took a while, but once it got going with Uzui involved, it was very, very fast-paced. Considering people only started to evacuate during the Daki and Tanjiro battle, and most of them were still there during Nezuko's fight, it was probably very lucky if it was vacated by the time this episode started. We don't know how long Tanjiro was out cold, but hopefully that was enough time for the stragglers to get away before Gyutaro's final attack (but Nezuko saves them, yaaay, I also get to enjoy knowing that Nezuko's fire at the end of this episode because Ufotable made that cool choice too!). Anyway, part of the reason I bring up the speed of this battle is because I am still cross at Ufotable for messing up the timeline by placing this arc in very late autumn, which is should had been in summer, thereby making the night short in the first place--and uncomfortably hot even before you add all the flames! (Added bonus: hot and muggy for the boys when they're in kimono and makeup, because that's funny.)

--THE MARRRRKKKKKK

#KnY rewatch #my art #kamado tanjiro #kamado tanjirou #kamado nezuko #daki #gyutaro #gyuutarou

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my-writings-and-musings · 1 year

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Who's ready for some more Earthspark appreciation and Bumblebee simping?

Here's a favorite moment of mine regarding Bee being an absolute badass in episode 18, because I adore how his capacity to be a dork is only matched by his ability to take names.

Spoilers under the cut below, plus a criminal amount of Bumblebee thirst!

So we get RIGHT into it with Bee in the arena, looking pretty worn down already but possibly more determined than we've ever seen him. It's a pretty big shock after his absence for the past few episodes to say the least!!

He takes a nasty hit to the jaw, yet recovers swiftly, putting his defenses back up even when it's clear he's not doing so good. You can see him forcing himself to focus through the pain and it breaks my heart every time because MY BOY

But then you get a look at who he's fighting, and everything gets so much worse. Brawl is easily a third taller and at least twice as heavily built, complete with some built in weapons that would only take one solid hit to end the entire fight. It very quickly becomes apparent this is a fight of strength versus speed, but neither side is especially lacking in either.

Bumblebee dodges effectively, narrowly missing some MAJOR hits while getting in a few of his own, and actually proves strong enough to hold both of Brawl's fists at bay. You can see he's struggling, but if not for a well aimed headbutt from the bigger bot he might have held him off!

They exchange more hits, with Bee landing quite a few out of sheer athleticism (if someone could GIF these scenes I'd be eternally grateful because pics do NOT do them justice) before he's hurled to the ground and Brawl makes it VERY clear this is a fight to the finish. Bee reacts accordingly.

After dodging a number of near stabbings, he transforms and utilizes his altmode, taking out one of Brawl's legs before transforming back and trying to make use of his Stinger... which he remembers (and we learn) far too late has been disabled. This gives Brawl enough of an opening to grab Bee and CRACK HIM OVER HIS KNEE LIKE HE'S FREAKING BANE. But does that stop our boy?! Not for more than a few seconds, and he picks himself up JUST in time to stop what would have been a possibly fatal hit.

Then, after enduring all that damage and exhaustion, he manages to end the fight by HURLING BRAWL OVER HIS HEAD AND CRACKING HIM DOWN ON THE CEMENT LIKE HOW???!?!!

There's no sense of victory though, just Brawl getting hauled away and Bee looking utterly exhausted, his frame seizing up before he collapses from it all... You can tell he's had a rough go of it after having to leave, and the expression he makes when Brawl is hauled off just hammers in the tragedy. He doesn't want to fight any of these bots! Which sucks even more, because his only immediate reward for surviving this fight is to endure another.

Look at him I know he's three times my height but I need to COMFORT HIM

Thankfully he's reunited with the Maltos, and after enduring even MORE suffering, complete with a shattered arm and nearly having the literal life drained out of him, what does our Scout need more than anything?

A nap.

Sleep tight my beautiful prince.

I think of this scene frequently, can you tell? I definitely didn't have a great time watching Bee display a ridiculous amount of athletic prowess or anything, just, you know, appreciating a good character on a good show... Because this may be my favorite Bee and my favorite piece of Transformers media, and the bar is HIGH.

Please feel free to share your Bee thoughts, I have accepted I simply can't get enough, and my inbox is fully open for Earthspark requests.

#transformers #maccadam #earthspark #transformers earthspark #transformers: earthspark #tf earthspark #tfe #tfes #earthspark bumblebee #bumblebee #tf earthspark spoilers #tfe spoilers #es spoilers #earthspark spoilers #spoilers #bumblebee thirst

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azulas-lightning-bolt · 14 days

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GUYS. you need to sit down and listen to me right now. I had another idea for the 100yr war mako aus but I didn’t want to add any more to that longass fucking post but. but zuko+azula/mako+bolin swap. not really swap but like. mako and bolin take the royals’ place. now ik this doesn’t make sense but !!!

okay so dad is still ek. how does that work? well ozai and iroh have a sister named naoki now, apparently. naoki runs away b4 azulon dies to go live w handsome earthbender (out of want for rebellion more than love, despite what san thought), but then azulon dies and she knows that his wasn’t a natural death. she’s got 2 kids and she wants them to be safe, so back to the palace we go! sorry san, you get to stay in your backwater town. the princess returns… with two half-breeds⁉️⁉️ the fn is enraged, and naoki, to avoid exile, claims she was assaulted and impregnated twice by an ek brute. the fn easily buys it, not wanting to look closer.

but her family is still scorned, especially by ozai, and she grows to resent her sons more than she had before (because of typical fn conditioning n propaganda), forcing bolin to live as a nonbender and pushing mako to his absolute limits. she ends up growing paranoid of ozai as well, after he ascended the throne and makes remarks about how her pulling another disappearing act would put the nation at ease, and kills him with poison similar to ursa’s. iroh is still gone, no one able to contact him to return home for his brother’s funeral. ozai doesn’t have any heirs here btw—it’s just lu ten, mako, n bolin.

naoki grows crueler and pushes mako to his limits, still demanding more. when he is unable to continue surpassing perfection, she sets her eyes on bolin. mako deflects the worst of her attentions onto himself, but she still trains bolin for a future as an infiltrator the the ek army, so that he’ll use his bending to kill whatever unit/squad he’s placed in, mako coming in to make it look like firebending casualties.

mako takes care of bolin as best he can, but living up to naoki’s expectations lead him to develop an apathetic exterior, conditioning himself to commit acts of war indiscriminately and without flinching. he becomes analytical, cold, and unsympathetic. he tries, at one point, to get annoyed by bolin’s ‘incompetence’, but it ends up just being a show he performs for naoki, to cover up that bolin was his one soft spot.

because of his apathy, bolin grows to resent him, training harder and distancing himself from his ‘machine’ brother. naoki only worsens the rift, tearing into bolin for not being born a firebender and mako for not being a natural prodigy with his bending like bolin, pitting them against each other like ozai did with zuko and azula.

neither of them actually get banished by canon (still 14+15 like zuko and azula) because mako knows to hold his tongue and bolin follows his example out of spite. however, when zhao proves to be incompetent after the avatar’s existence is revealed on the solstice, bolin and mako are sent to retrieve him, much to both their chagrin. mako has, over time, grown out of his desire to protect bolin and into a wariness of his bending. bolin just hates mako’s guts. they want to be on opposite sides of the palace again, but they are efficient. they would have probably been unstoppable, capturing the avatar within the first week, if that was actually what naoki wanted to happen.

she knew what was said about ‘impure blood’ being the next to take the throne of the fn, and she knew bolin and mako were talented, dangerous together. she knew there was no way they would be dying on their search without any… outside help, which she was happy to provide. and it would paint a lovely picture for her citizens; the firelord’s sons, despite their tragic heritage, loyally sacrificed their lives in facing the evil avatar for the sake of their nation’s prosperity and goals. check, check, check, on the propaganda list and an easy way to clear the air of nasty whispers. who would gossip about a grieving mother seeking comfort in a loyal consort, and just happening to sire new, fully fn heirs?

so instead of zuko’s banishment causing problems, it’s the fact that everyone literally wants them dead. also, bending brothers in fn regalia… was havin thoughts,,, thinking thoughts,,,

but anyway the avatar is suddenly the least of their worries when there are literally assassins everywhere. at first, they think the other nations know about their voyage and are sending troops to try and dispose of them, but when mako inspects the bodies one day he discovers… (dramatic reveal) the corpses of a specialized fn assassination unit that answers directly to the firelord. he’s not naive enough to hope they went rogue—he was no stranger to their mother’s hatred of them.

he doesn’t tell bolin, obviously, knowing it’s easier to let his brother believe whatever he told himself after the first attack, but suddenly protecting bolin is priority no. 1. and no. 2 after that? they can’t, under any circumstances, go home, until naoki is gone. she’s fanatic, at this point, set on destroying the ek as ‘revenge’ (kind of like amon; fake story, real hatred. her revenge is revenge, but it’s for ruining her reputation, not .. yk) and mako knows uncle ozai’s death wasn’t a natural misfortune as they were told. he took after his mother more than his father, after all. he had her brains and her eye for patterns.

the hunt for the avatar turns into a desperate ruse. they’re on his trail, almost there, but mako missteps during the battle, completely understandably and due to the avatar’s interference entirely, and they are thus unable to capture him, bolin gets angrier, not able to put his finger on why mako is throwing every battle, or what’s throwing him, but he doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t really want to go back to caldera.

I think mako would still take over ba sing se. bolin plays up his charm and naïveté, lulling long feng into a sense of security while mako spreads his influence. when mako sits and long feng bows, bolin is at the throne’s side, seething. the earth is his domain, and the one time his earth affiliation is a good thing, mako steals it and sits proudly as though he has suffered through countless scolding for not being born a firebender.

in the caverns, instead of being forced to choose between helping fn or the gaang, bolin attacks with the dai li, channeling his rage into each boulder, until mako turns on him. lightning is in his fingertips, swirling (mother was always willing to spare a tilt of her lips for that, he thinks bitterly) threateningly at bolin. lightning is the only thing mako has ever been able to make that bolin could not make himself impervious to.

whole dramatic scene where mako asks if bolin wants to be free or to return to a mother who wants them dead. she doesn’t want us dead, you’re crazy! what about those assassins she’s been sending? I feel like that’s a pretty clear message, and it sure isn’t ‘I love you’.

the dai li are suspended, unsure which brother to listen to. mako demands they restrain bolin, bolin demands mako be captured. bolin is the earth, and mako is the fire. ultimately, it is the charms of the younger brother they adhere to. mako is captured in earth kind of the same way azula was to the gutter in the finale—unable to use lightning without harming himself and roaring fire at anyone who got close. mako is screaming at bolin that he doesn’t understand what he’s doing, mako’s job is to protect them both and his job is impossible to do like this. maybe even,, crying. maybe even,,, disheveled. maybe even,,, unstable looking,,, maybe even reflecting azula’s breakdown in the finale,,, bolin turns a deaf ear.

but rock was never impervious to lightning, as bolin had previously realized, and the charged electricity was still buzzing, tightly packed, beneath mako’s skin. it hurts, and he’s screaming with the pain as the rock is shattered, but mako gets out and clobbers bolin in the head with a chunk of rock he picked up, covered in lightning burns and twitching, barely standing.

he calls off the dai li (and they have no one to listen to but him now), tells one of them to let his stupid fucking uncle go, get his brother sedated until mako wakes up again, and promptly passes the fuck out.

I don’t have the rest of the series fleshed out from there but that’s basically the idea. I’m still going really ultra insane about mako so. perhaps expect more to come.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #mako lok #bolin #zuko #princess azula #azula #the gaang #briefly #sibling swap au #that’s what I’m gonna call this #zuko and azula #bolin and mako #fire hazard siblings #bending brothers #fire hazard siblings and bending brothers swap au #okay I think that’s enough tags for tn #slug’s stuff #slug azulaposting

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 1 year

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Doctor Who, but Chronologically: 39

We have finally escaped the time-loop of 1941! Only to land hard in 1947, a year that is notable for two things:

My dad was born

The Partition of India

Only one of those things is relevant to this episode, which is also a banger, because we have reached Demons of the Punjab

We are back with Jodie Whittaker, Yaz, Ryan and Graham, and this is a Yaz Episode! Which is nice because so far she has been very blank. Unfortunately she remains fairly blank because the episode is actually about her Nan, Umbreen - they go back in time to see Umbreen getting married in Lahore in the 50s. Except they miss and land in 1947 on a tiny farm. But that's okay, Nani is getting married! Except it's to the wrong man - rather than the Muslim grandfather Yaz is expecting, she's about to marry Prem, a dashing Hindu stranger.

And Partition happens. Also there are alien demons about.

It's slightly a shame this is not more of a banger, actually, and it would be if the actors were better and the writing was just a bit more thought out. The problem is that they shied away from being too explicit about the issues involved. Which, you know, I get - this is a British show and Britain is a racist cesspit and wouldn't put up with it, ON TOP OF WHICH they were blatantly aiming for allegory about how fascism is universally bad, like. I do get it.

But it does mean that the central tension - two brothers torn apart by Partition and its subsequent creed-based radicalisation - has nowhere near as much weight as it really should have had, because the Nasty Brother just says very vague strawman things to indicate that Hate Is Universal And Always Bad, rather than making meaningful and incisive points about this particular historical atrocity caused by the British Empire. And that means it ends up being a bit too unclear what his fucking problem is, and why he's ready to commit fratricide.

But it's otherwise a GREAT episode, my god. Beautifully shot, the plot is super simple to let the character work take the lead, and Bradley Walsh emerges as the unlikely Best Actor of All to smash it out of the park with sheer poignancy.

(Also like, I cannot stress enough that the vast majority of British people don't know what Partition is. They do not know. This episode introduced a swathe of British society to a vitally important historic event that this country caused and then deliberately forgot about. This means, oddly, that this stupid watch order triumphs again, because two episodes ago we watched Matt Smith attempt to suck off Churchill down to the balls - now, we get a straight up reference to the mass famine Churchill deliberately inflicted on India, plus the twice-stated statistic that a million people died in Partition. This is one of the most socially important episodes of Doctor Who ever made, I think, which I say non-hyperbolically.)

Anyway the alien demons turn out to be a race who used to be assassins, but their planet was destroyed while they were out doing killings and that, so now they go from place to place and mourn people who die alone and unmourned. They "witness". I like this as an idea. They look pretty cool, too. Except this means people keep seeing them standing over recently-deceased corpses looking like they belong to a Finnish heavy metal band before "vanishing" (trans-matting), and so assume they've murdered said recently-deceased corpse, and so they are now experiencing what I shall call the Absol Effect.

Two thirds into the episode, the Doctor discovers this. I will admit, she could have discovered this much sooner if they'd actually said in the first meeting. In that sense this is like the Testimony mirror people again, who could have prevented most of the episode by actually explaining straight away; but eh. Whatevs. It turns out, though, they're here to witness Prem's death; so the main cast now have to go the rest of the episode knowing this man is going to die tomorrow. As I say: Bradley Walsh's acting. That man can do an amazing wibbly lip, turns out. Fair play Brads.

Umbreen and Prem get married in the morning, but the Nasty Brother has called on a mob to come and kill them. Umbreen and her mam escape, but Prem is murdered in cold blood. It's very moving. My husband cried.

After all of that, though, I don't think we have a single new plot thread? NO WAIT - we do! Ish. The Thijarian ex-assassin professional mourners lost their planet. We've seen that before! Maybe it's connected.

“She” (an unknown person) is returning (perhaps River returned as Missy. Maybe Me? Maybe Clara???!)

There is something on Donna’s back

An entire planet, Pyrovilia, just… disappeared, somehow. (Maybe because the TARDIS is exploding??? Saturnine was also lost, and that WAS because of the TARDIS exploding. The lion man’s planet was also lost but he was a bit of a knob about it if I’m honest. NEW INFO: the Thijarian planet was destroyed by some sort of impact)

Amy is maybe dead (she’s not)

The Doctor has been cubed (he’s out, but how?)

River is possibly blown up (unless she’s Missy. Nope: she is definitely not blown up)

The TARDIS has blown up (It’s fine now. Except it’s sort of melting now because it’s corrupted, but it’s fine again)

The universe appears to have ended (the universe is back again)

The Doctor has employed(?) Nardole

(And Nardole was “reassembled???” Nardole had glass nipples and invisible hair?? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE)

There’s a vault in the TARDIS and it contains Missy but we don’t know why (sometimes she knocks for the bants)

There’s an immortal Viking girl now. Her name is Me and she’s now looking after the people the Doctor abandons

Why was Rory entirely unconcerned by the entire world suddenly going silent when that is Not Normal and should have been, at the very least, extremely disconcerting?

What did the Doctor do to Queen Lizzie One?

Why is Amy seeing a one-eyed woman in a vanishing window? (She’s with the Silents, but we don’t know why Amy saw her)

Why is Amy’s pregnancy inconclusive? (Maybe because the baby had Time Lord DNA?)

Who is Sarah-Jane Smith?

How is the Doctor Bill’s teacher and why/where does he have an office?

What is going on with the Cyber War and the Cyberium???

What happened with the Other Cyber War?

What happened with the Third War that deleted the void?

Why does Rose seem particularly important?

What order do these Doctors go in? (Eccleston, Tennant, uncertain, Smith, Capaldi, Whittaker)

Which companion just… forgot the Doctor, and how?

Yaz and Vinder are about to die as Mori/Mwri/Muuri

There is a Lupari shield around Earth.

What’s a Time War?

What’s the Rift?

What’s Bad Wolf?

In which war did the Doctor become a war criminal, and how?

Who is the Master?

Why has Amy forgotten Rory? How did she forget a Dalek invasion?

Is Rory plastic or not?

Why is the Doctor sulking on a cloud?

How exactly does the Doctor have a cloud?

What exactly happened with Strax to, uh, tame him?

Which friend killed Strax?

Which friend brought Strax back?

Where did this lesbian lizard and human couple come from?

What happened with Clara as Souffle Girl and the Daleks?

How does Clara actually join?

Why so many Claras?

Why is Missy apparently in robo-heaven?

Why is probably!Missy pushing Clara and the Doctor together?

What is Trensilor and what happened there?

Who is Handles?

The Doctor is about to be dissolved by a beautiful geode man

The universe is being crushed by the Flux

Will the Doctor open the fobwatch?

Sontarans are invading Earth again

Who is Kate?

Who is Osgood? Another name of Clara’s again?

The fuck is the deal with the Grand Serpent

Does Martha get to go to an ice cream planet with 12-fingered massage aliens?

How did the Doctor forget Clara?

Who is Bill’s puddle girlfriend Heather?

How did Nardole die?

When does Bill get Cyberman-ed and die?

When does the Doctor shrink and enter a Dalek called Rusty?

Whittaker is falling to her death rn

Was that ring relevant?

Does anyone know the Doctor’s name?

When did Yaz talk to Dan about fancying the Doctor?

When did Dan talk to the Doctor about fancying Yaz?

What’s happening with the bees?

What happened with Donna’s ex and a giant spider?

What war wiped out the Daleks, and is it one of the ones already mentioned?

What did the Doctor mean when he said “The (Daleks) always live, while I lose everything?”

If Dalek Caan is the last Dalek left why are there more now?

How did the rest of the Time Lords die?

How and why did Amy melt?

What’s the question that will make silence fall?

Why do the Silents… want silence to fall?

How and why are Silents at war with the Doctor when he… hasn’t even heard of them?

How does Hitler get out of the cupboard?

What’s the significance of fish fingers and custard?

Why does the Doctor feel guilt about Rose, Martha and Donna?

What happened with the space whale?

When does Rory defend Amy for 2000 years?

How does the Doctor survive River

How does he erase himself from history

Did Captain Jack lose his memories to the same people as the Doctor? What did he lose?

When did the Doctor send the Daleks into a void to save the universe?

What’s with the weird crack in the wall and is it affecting memories?

Why do Amy and Rory think the Doctor is dead?

Is Matt Smith’s Doctor a tree racist?

#doctor whom #and yet we are continuing

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Rereading the scholomance series, and on the bit after El and Orion have their first time and wow.

Orion knows so so well there's something incredibly wrong with him, from the way he seems to have been avoiding getting more intimate with El bc he fears feeding on her mana (the implication it was this from the start of his mana starvation on senior year, not just the general risks El fears) to how he breaks down sobbing right after they have sex because she's the only (first) right (human) thing he ever wanted, and he explains he only ever wanted to hunt mals and suck their mana since he was little so he doesn't resent his parents for letting him do that (and he knows exactly what el thinks of that but orion is grateful, bc yeah. mawmouth-boy amalgama he needed it) (and the were desperate to make him more normal, except in golden enclaves we discover they're at fault orion is like this and wow.) and how he knows going fucking nuclear on the Shanghai Enclaves and co who tried to murder El wasn't normal, and that it unsettled El. I love that he remembered that it scared her, bc he doesn't want to, and tht after the incident he thought on it all and decided he didn't want to be that kind of guy.

I mean, getting angry and trying to reflexively retaliate when someone tries to murder you and El (whom he adores) I get it, most of us aren't heroine El Higgins as much as she likes to pretend she isn't, but that scene lasted more than just the moment, El got her giant shield, and then Orion demonstrated he's got a fucking nasty temper and a reflex for going to inflict gruesome violence, after taking the most chilling seconds on book canon trying to process just what almost happened to them both, but mostly El on his PoV. El tried to redirect him like twice and he went back to try very intently to have his chance offing Yuyan, Zixuan and Co, the second one when Magnus came with New York and the rest of allied enclaves thanks to Liesel and wwiii magician versión almost gets off was O.o, until El threatens everybody with mass destruction which brought back Orion to the world of, oh yah my scary girlfriend who could kill everyone in this room including myself is awesome. Dude.

It's the way you end reading all that scene and their conversation almost at the end of the book, and you feel El is not getting what Orion is trying to say, missing that there is something really really wrong with him. Because I think senior year Orion has had no choice but notice all the ways he doesn't make sense, and the way he seems to always need more mana from mals so much he starts looking mad to the outsiders and not caring for anything else (I think it feels to him like executive disfunction in that he gets into a loop of "I should be doing homework x but I can't bc I first need to hunt mals except I can't find any so I'm tired so I can't do anything") , to the point he starts fearing taking El's which almost happens in the library if not for Precious (hello??? rereading that having read the golden enclaves sent chills through my skin, holy shit) and I think he must have noticed by then. Because Orion is simultaneously more observant and more out of touch than he seems on first impression.

Agh no wonder he decides to stay behind and disappear into the void with the Scholomance, I wonder if face to face with mawmouths and his own almost lost of sense of himself to the rush of mal-mana consumption right at the end of The Last Graduate he realiced what he must be and just. Choose it as the only option so as to not go mad and hurt(eat) El. Must have killed him.

No, given The Golden Enclaves I'm sure this is exactly what happened. Orion needs a hug so so badly.

And then he passes that last book lost on the hunger, then goes through a grueling purification to bring back what's left of his sense of self and humanity, with the knowledge that hes more like a mawmouths but back (but still a monster inside) , discovering his mother did this to him after killing hundreds of kids actually, and she may love to get her hands on El and use her (which Orion isn't thrilled about), and the enclaves may go to war in wwiii magic version (this time for real) , and you know, no wonder he quits trying to stay (alive, as a person) a quarter to end or so of The Golden Enclaves.

I love him, I want his perspective on a spin off novella or something after canon, bc it has to be the most weird mix of super transparent and also heartbreakingly sad and heartwarming once you read between the lines, and because I want his super subjective PoV on Galadriel because he loves her so so much in both the adorkable teenagy way and in a "you've saved my life and existence and the world makes sense bc of you" which has to scare them both a bit. Also Orion PoV on the rest of characters now he isn't blinded by the hunger and he can actually interact with others and have interests of his own. Fascinated by his possible hobbies.

#the golden enclaves #the last graduate #orion lake #the scholomance #the scholomance meta #meta #the scholomance series #my thoughts

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jakelandryshorts · 2 years

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Matt Experiments with the Chronivac: Little Secret

Clay watched as Henry and his boyfriend walked up the sidewalk to the frat house. He didn’t want any trouble but when Matt tried to walk in, he had to tell him no. “Frat members only until tonight,” he said, grabbing Matt by the collar.

“What? Really?” Henry grumbled. “Just let him in. He’s basically an honorary member anyways.”

“No,” Clay said. “He’s your boyfriend.” Then pulled Matt back to the edge of wooden patio.

Henry instinctively reached out for Matt. But when Clay’s hand refused to let go, he shot the big man a nasty glare. He clenched his fists. Matt was quick to stop it. “It’s alright. Don’t get in trouble just for me.”

The continued menacing glare on Henry’s face, meant this still wasn’t over. “Under who’s orders?” he demanded through gritted teeth.

“Jeff’s,” Clay answered. He didn’t like getting into it with the other guys, but being ‘security’ meant that he still had to be the one to uphold the rules. Whether or not he agreed didn’t matter. He was just meant to be a big wall of meat. At 6’4” and 310ish pounds, it was good both on and off the field from blocking people from getting past him. Though, not very good for anything else. He always felt slow and bloated and not a single woman even looked his way.

“Where’s Jeff?” Henry growled.

All Clay could do was shrug. “I’m on house guard duty. Not Jeff’s personal security.”

“Whatever,” Henry pushed past Clay into the house.

Clay crossed his arms and returned to his position. He looked down to still see Matt right in front of him. “You should probably go. Jeff doesn’t really like you. And Zach’s even worse.”

“I’ll be fine,” Matt said. He hopped his little body onto the guard rail around the patio and kicked his feet back and forth. His eyes were completely focused on his phone as it looked like he was typing out a novel.

“What—” Clay stopped himself. He wasn’t supposed to be talking, just guarding. But seeing Matt type so diligently in front of him was sparking his curiosity. “What are you typing?”

“Just got a new idea,” Matt smiled devilishly up at him. “Thought I’d test it out, you know?”

“Test it?” Clay didn’t know what that could possibly mean. “Like post it somewhere?”

“Something like that,” Matt continued to rock slightly on the guardrail. “How are you feeling by the way?”

“Good?” Clay lied. Something suddenly came over him and he felt like he’d been hit by a ton of bricks. His body just felt so lethargic and fat. He knew it’d been pretty bad, but he’d always tried to keep a positive spin on it. And it didn’t help that Matt just kept leering at him. The stranger part being that he licked it.

“Oh? Even after you and Alan broke up?”

Anger, fear, regret, and several other emotions all bubbled up inside of him. “How did you know that!” Clay hissed. He crossed the patio in a single step and grabbed Matt by the collar.

“Just a guess,” Matt shrugged it off like it was nothing. It didn’t matter that Clay was over twice his size, he acted like the other man was absolutely nothing. “Alan came in with a really sad look on his face about 2 weeks ago, wouldn’t tell anyone why and then you started to gain weight. Well… I should say fat.”

“How are those two things connected?” Clay’s grip tightened. He knew the answer, but wasn’t about to admit it.

“It’s simple, when an unathletic guy fucks you, you gain your full strength back. And when it’s consistent, you might even gain a little more,” Matt said. The normal way he spoke just spooked Clay all the more.

“How-How do you know that?” Clay asked. His grip loosened, then tightened again. “Did Alan tell you!?”

Matt shook his head. “Nope. He didn’t say anything. Wouldn’t tell anyone why he was so upset. Just that it wasn’t any of their business. But you know, two things happening close together it kind of makes sense…”

“But…”

“But what?” Matt continued. “Is it because none of the other frat guys noticed? That they just keep acting like you’ve been shirking your weight training or eating too many cookies? Nah man, the only people who really notice the change are guys who can affect it. And you wanna know how I know I can affect it?” Clay nodded. “Because you’ve been hard ever since you grabbed my shirt.” Matt’s hand shot between Clay’s legs, cupping his balls then sliding along his hard dick.

Clay jumped back, letting go of Matt’s shirt. His face burned red.

“So did you break up with Alan or did he break up with you?”

“I—” Clay took a moment to answer. His cock was rock hard, almost throbbing at the gentle brush against his dick. It’d been forever since he’d actually been touched there by someone he liked. Sure, the guys had gotten him a couple of hookups with a girl or two right after the breakup, but it felt nothing like Alan being inside him. “I broke up with him…”

“Hmmm…” Matt’s eyes lit up. It was the first time it looked like he didn’t actually know the answer to something Clay said. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Clay said sheepishly. “I didn’t want the other guys to find out...”

Matt let out a devious laugh as he broke any distance between them. Clay felt himself back up into a wall. His small body put all of its weight against Clay’s. “You won’t need to worry about that,” he chuckled. His small hands drifted down Clay’s hefty weight. They only seemed to love the slopes and curves of his body as they slid down, gently groping some of his more sensitive spots. But it was feeling that light weight pressing against his that really turned him on.

He barely even realized when Matt’s hand slipped into his shorts, under his underwear and gave his dick a good tug. “OH GAWD!” Clay cried out. His fingers gripped against the wooden siding on the house. Every part of his body seemed to flex. Another tug. Followed by another uncontrolled belt of a moan. He couldn’t help it. Feeling those soft, delicate but masculine hands pull his dick was too much. Nature had taken over. Any conscious thought was flooded with absolute joy as he finished in his underwear.

“Oh fuck…” Clay moaned again. A flood of endorphins were filling his mind. He barely even recognized as he was spun around onto the door. His shorts fell to the ground, big round bare ass pointed towards the street. “M-Matt?” he looked over his shoulder, just barely seeing the other man.

“You want to be ready for tonight? Don’t you,” Matt mocked. His dick was hard as a rock and pushed into Clay’s sensitive anus.

“OH FU—” Clay cried out. His fists banged against the door as Matt fucked him. Even though he’d just cum, he was hard again. Feeling his insides invaded was even better than he remembered. Each thrust sent a new wave of pleasure through him. Not to mention the warm feelings gently massaging each and every one of his muscles. He could feel a lot of the fat melting away and turning back into hard earned muscle. His heavy moobs quickly tightened up into firmer pecs. The heavy belly that hung out in front of him turned into a strong muscular gut.

Clay’s body seemed to naturally curve to allow Matt easier access. It didn’t matter that Clay was growing taller, Matt continued like nothing had changed. If anything, he’d picked up the pace. Pounding him harder and faster. Matt’s small hands gripped Clay’s hefty love handles while Clay’s massive hands banged on the door. Each thrust sent another shock to Clay’s system and his hands pounded against the hard wood of the door.

Matt gasped, then squeezed his body hard. One final thrust and Clay could feel his insides being painted white. The sudden sensation sent a massive wave of pleasure through him and his entire weight landed on the door, making the old wood creek and then break under his massive weight. The two fell to the ground, Matt still on top of Clay’s back.

“Oops…” Clay muttered as he felt the hard ground beneath him. It took a few seconds for Matt to get off of him.

“Guess you really were pent up big guy,” Matt gave Clay a pat to his back.

Clay worked through the endorphin ridden haze and stood back up. He picked up the door like it was nothing, placing it next to the doorframe. Then looked around the house. No one came running. “This is our little secret?” he asked.

Matt must have liked the use of the word little, as Clay was anything but. He easily blocked any door frame, having to duck a bit to enter and twist as his wider shoulders would brush up against either end of the doorframe. “Yeah,” he chuckled. “Our ‘little’ secret.”

“Thanks man. Now just disappear. I’ve gotta get cleaned up and I’ll be right back,” Clay said. “I’ll just say I missed you. Alright?” Matt nodded as he watched Clay rush to the bathroom.

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flightfoot · 1 year

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Hi!! :D

That Adrien and Alya ask that you got remind me of my untouched wip about Ayadrien.

It took place in s4 after Rockettear where DJwifi break up, not because Chat Noir, they break up long ago for a reason that I haven't given a thought, and Alya started questioning why Marinette can't tell Chat Noir anything, not even her spying on them on patrol. Marinette being Marinette only told Alya that "Just trust me" or "You won't understand" which make Alya a bit ticked because of course she won't understand if her best friend doesn't even tell her anything to make her understand!

For Alya what Marinette do to Chat Noir is unfair, especially after how supportive he is and she had experienced it twice now, in her debut as Rena Rouge and Scarabella, he's everything that everyone hope for a partner. He's kind, gentle, understanding and most of all he's willing to listen (granted that he wasn't facing a nasty surprise like a miraculous changed hand) but whatever Alya told her has gone to deaf ear, Marinette has basically closed off any of her reason about Chat Noir.

So from there on Alya decided that she'd get to know him better and started to fell for him as time goes on. It doesn't help that they have same fondness toward superhero and magical girl genre and have similar senses of humor.

That's the gist of it.

Haven't given more thought about it so if anyone want to adopt the idea then feel free. (・∀・)

Hm. Could work, I really like the idea of Alya advocating for being more open with Chat especially! Though such a fic would have to tread carefully with how it treats Marinette, to be mindful of her point of view and thought process of her actions, even when the narrative is pointing to her being wrong.

#ask #miraculous ladybug #alya cesaire #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #alyadrien

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i have written a post to encompass every thought i have had about the golden kamuy character ogata hyakunosuke. i couldn't help writing it, and here it is. it includes analysis, interpretation, confusion, thoughts about shipping, and spoilers all the way to the end of the manga.

the post is incredibly long because i wanted it all in one place... i'm sure that much of this has been said by other people, but i haven't read anything anyone else has said. this is purely between me and canon. i have now read golden kamuy through twice and watched the anime once. i missed a lot on the first read, and i probably missed some things on the second read too.

i can't help but love the character ogata hyakunosuke. i know a lot of it is the character design: sneaky eyes with built-in eyeliner, greasy all-back hairstyle with a powerful ahoge (and don't try to tell me an ahoge is not what it is), little beard that somehow skirts past my strong dislike for nasty little beards. he's so crafty… he's sorta weak in close combat… he's completely wrong about things such as killing one's parents and the nature of guilt… he's confident right up until he isn't…

normally if a character captures my interest like this, i want to ship them with another character so i can be satisfied by looking at amusing fanart of them outside of canon. but there honestly isn't anyone i want to pair him with… the fact of his eventual death notwithstanding. (i don't ship dead characters. too sad.) he's great as a cruel and calculating loner who thinks he knows what he wants but doesn't. i don't feel a need to see fun and exciting shipping antics with this character in particular. i will to look at some fanart to see what i can get out of it, but i'm really satisfied by just what happens in canon. and yet i still feel like i have to make sense of these feelings, so i'm writing a post that nobody asked for (just like all my other posts).

i'm annoyed with myself because as i was first reading golden kamuy, it took a long, long time to dawn on me that there MUST be people who think of ogata hyakunosuke as their favorite silly little cinnamon roll and make obnoxiously cute posts about what he would do in domestic situations and stuff. as we learned more about him, i became certain that some people must feel that way, Despite Everything. and i was so very annoyed by the thought of it that i decided to make it a point to dislike ogata… to buck the trend. to avoid biting the fandom bait. BUT IT DIDN'T WORK………… he grew on me… ugh. i still really, really don't want to see fluffy fics with him or anything like that though. god. i have less patience than ever for fandom content that cutesifies every character. especially fucked up weird horrible men like him <3

it's an incredibly audacious move to create a merciless sniper character who killed three (3) members of his closest family (and who knows how many soldiers) and then also give him explicitly catlike characteristics and behaviors, all the while knowing that everyone loves cats!!! (slams table.) fuck off! noda-sensei had to have been trying to induce brain-melting levels of cognitive dissonance in the minds of horny readers who desperately want catboy hyakunosuke to be their poor little meow meow but also want to cancel him for being a bad dude. i'm not immune

i like ogata in kind of the same way i like crocodile one piece. they're weird and smug and fun to watch. and of course, they're similar in some ways. the greasy all-back hair with pieces falling down, and the facial stitches, and the excessive confidence, and their voice actors being perfect. and, you know, the being villains who are eventually defeated. crocodile lets out his slow laugh whenever he feels things are going his way, and ogata just does a little shit-eating grin, and they're both perfect. key difference: ogata gets naked

i have been made aware that a non-zero amount of people ship ogata with asirpa, and those people might benefit from being run over by a car. asirpa is excluded from shipping of any sort, no exceptions, because she is 13 years old and 95% of the other characters are (bizarre, horrible) adult men. the fact that she has a one-sided crush on sugimoto for some amount of time is perfectly natural and reasonable given the circumstances (i believe that anyone would fall in love with sugimoto if they were in her place). the relationship between sugimoto and asirpa is that of a wonderful, wholesome, and strong found family.

back to ogata. i liked that during his first appearance, he gets his arm broken, gets beaned on the back of the head with his own gun, falls into a ravine, hits his face on a cliff, and bounces off the cliff into the icy river. that was so early in the story that his character design wasn't even nailed down yet, and that scene can be easy to forget, but it should be remembered. i like when ogata gets shot in the chest and the shoulder. i like when we get just a little snapshot of ogata knocked out cold at the stenka. i like the flashback of masked ogata getting his face bloodied by teen koito and then having to pretend like it never happened even though he's pissed. i like when ogata gets the snot beat out of him by usami. this is not a toga-himiko-like aesthetic preference for a man's bloody and beat-up body. rather, i love how he has strong (and justified) confidence in his one skill (sniping) and therefore seems confident overall but keeps getting busted up anyway because he's weak in close combat. it's a good dissonance.

i love seeing ogata smugly perched on things… it's like, "ah, there he is…!"

i love ogata feeling guilty about only the worst murder he committed and none of the others… he was testing his limits, and he found them. it didn't stop him from killing again, but he never got over it either.

i love ogata being the only one who chose not to hold hands and jump at the beach scene… doesn't want to make a fool of himself… but he made a funny face when he got beaned in the back of the head, didn't he. i like the ogata who gets made a fool out of.

after the ordeal with anehata shiton, ogata said that all men feel regretful and disgusted after they shoot their load. probably that's all he's ever felt, doing it with prostitutes and such, if at all. makes a little note in my notebook

ogata does terribly cruel things, and he must recognize to some degree that people will see his actions as cruel, but he doesn't do it for the sake of being cruel. he is heartless, but only when he feels he has a reason. everything is analyzed based purely on how it will affect him, and he acts that way consistently throughout the entire story. he can mime kindness if he has to, but clumsily. he cultivates a trusting relationship with asirpa purely because he understands that nopperabou is her father. he goes along with what sugimoto wants purely for convenience and because he understands how strong/dangerous sugimoto is. he shoots wilk, despite knowing that he is asirpa's father and that she will be very upset, purely because he wants to limit the spread of whatever information wilk has about the gold. he shoots sugimoto, his ally for months, not to be cruel, not as revenge for almost killing him that one time, but to eliminate a potential complication to his plan. the only one he really needs in his party is asirpa, and all asirpa is to him is the key to the gold, and all the gold is to him is a path to climb the ranks to prove that his father was worthless. his behavior is unpredictable on first read, but when rereading, it's incredibly consistent. his lack of guilt is entirely premised on what he can justify to himself, and he's great at justifying anything in his own mind. but there is a limit, and yuusaku was that limit; what haunts him most about yuusaku's death is that this time, he can't justify it. he didn't have a good reason. that causes a crack in the foundation of his entire personality, and when he gets acute aconite poisoning from asirpa's arrow, the anxiety it brings is what causes that crack to spread and his entire ego to collapse.

can someone count how many panels feature ogata's face and then also count how many of those panels show him smoothing back his greasy hair and give me some kind of ratio? i think it's high. i think the ratio is high. though i didn't notice until a couple hundred chapters in. but on reread it's like yeah, every other ogata panel, he's got his hand on his head. i do like when an author commits to a tic. no one else in the story has such an obvious repeating tic, i think. he even gets a nade nade (pet pet) sound effect when he's smoothing his hair repeatedly out of nervousness (after he shot the reindeer by accident).

have i mentioned i hate nasty little beards but ogata's slides right in under the gate? that's another cognitive dissonance for me, and it's tough. hard to get over this one.

"daily affirmations i Can be normal about that man"

~quote from deleted post by a tumblr user who maybe doesn't want credit bc they deleted their post

he dishes out smug grins when things are going his way, but he dishes out WRY grins when things AREN'T going his way! hoargh! (throwing up hands)

it's worth noting, to defend my honor, that ogata is not the only one who grew on me. everyone grew on me. another important one is tsukishima, who i admit i wasn't paying very much attention to until they started heading toward karafuto (during the first reading) and then i was like, that was the guy in the coal mine... right? oh, he's been there The Whole Time. and his design didn't change very much. he grew on me a lot. first you think snake nose, but then you think bunny nose. (someone on pixiv said gorilla nose? i don't like that…) his little beard doesn't strike me as nasty either (why not?? i don't know.) of course, koito was the boy of the hour as soon as he first appeared, and i paid a normal amount of attention to him. (the only part of his design that changed is that his eyebrows got stronger and his parted hair got fixed. actually his part seems to fluctuate between messy and neat.) i really like the dynamic of koito being a needy younger pain-in-the-ass to tsukishima while outranking him and being taller than him. in japanese, tsukishima always addresses him with polite speech, and koito rarely even addresses tsukishima with an honorific. tsukikoi seems to be a good and semi-wholesome ship… you know, semi-wholesome. listen, they end up together forever at the end, so it's fine. you guys can make obnoxiously cute posts about what they would do in domestic situations if you want. so anyway, it's not just ogata who got my attention. but it is ogata who this post is about, so let's end this paragraph and leave room for more notes.

Noda-sensei will use any and every opportunity to show you the silhouette of a dick and balls swinging around during an action scene where people happen to be naked. However, he doesn't do that with Ogata. The reason is that he wants you to remember that Ogata is a serious bad guy character and doesn't want you laughing at his dick and balls. For the same reason, he also precludes Ogata from partaking in the horny otter sumo wrestling. In this essay, I will-- ok just kidding, they showed his dick and balls when he kicked koito in the face. and then they showed that exact panel again a few chapters later. with his dick and balls again.

i bet the hyaku in hyakunosuke is obviously referring to getting a 100% hit rate. (hyaku means 100, same kanji and everything. -nosuke is a common ending for a boy's name.) or to put it in sogeking terms, 100 shots, 100 hits, lu lu la la lu

it's interesting that out of the 4 people we see tsurumi gratuitously manipulate into loyalty, ogata is the only one where it doesn't stick very well. to be fair, tsurumi played his game with ogata a bit differently than with the others. he helped ogata kill his father and promised to help him rise through the ranks, but ogata didn't understand at first that tsurumi had an ulterior motive that would make hanazawa's death a win-win for him. it was usami who brought up mantetsu and made ogata understand he was being manipulated. but even knowing that, he thought tsurumi might uphold the other part of his end of the deal by helping ogata get into the army academy, so he was willing to play along. of course, tsurumi's time was split between everyone he was trying to manipulate (as well as pursuing his main goals), so everything couldn't happen at once. another problem was that each of them wanted to be daddy's only special little boy, and ogata was no exception, so he got impatient upon seeing him pay attention to the others and thought tsurumi wasn't working to help him fast enough. it was only when ogata decided that tsurumi wasn't holding up his end of the deal that he decided to betray him by working for central (in the hopes that central could uphold a similar deal instead). i think i'm getting that right. compared to what tsurumi did for tsukishima, he didn't do that much for ogata. but tsukishima was his masterpiece of manipulation-- look how much he got out of him. in the end, tsurumi wanted to cultivate soldiers who are dogs among sheep, but of course, ogata is a cat in that metaphor…

i didn't read the manga well enough the first time and was thinking that ogata's failure to advance in the ranks was because he just wasn't really good at anything but sniping, and sniping wasn't properly appreciated by the higher-ups. while those two things are basically true, i now understand that he couldn't get promoted because he didn't attend the necessary school and was ineligible for any promotion above his current rank, regardless of his skills. and that's why his roundabout desire to climb in the ranks was hinged on his going back to school, which he couldn't do without the help of either tsurumi or central. so complicated…

people ship ogata and sugimoto, and i'm really torn about that. they do look kinda good together, but first and foremost, sugimoto deserves better (and he deserves a character who doesn't die at the end). i also think that the dynamic between those two is not that fun or interesting-- yeah, they almost kill each other and then save each other, etc., and that's fun, but i mean all the other interactions. i think there's not that much potential between them. plus ogata shoots him in the head. maybe that part should have come first and foremost. he does shoot the man in the head. that being said, of course, there's not a lot of great options for sugimoto to begin with, so i understand when people want to put him with ogata-- they need someone for sugimoto to be horny with, and they need someone for ogata to be horny with. like, who else do we have for sugimoto? shiraishi? you could argue for it… tanigaki? but what he has with inkarmat is pretty good, and i hate to sully canon romances by shipping against them. kiroranke? dies. anyone in the army? they're living in different worlds at the end of the story… just not a lot of great options for sugimoto, who deserves the best. also, if ogata and sugimoto had anything between them, ogata's death would make sugimoto sad, and i wouldn't like that.

shiraishi/ogata might be funny though. i like that scene when shiraishi is like "boy am i hungry!" to the man with a gun who likes to hunt and ogata doesn't say anything or look at him. (other good options for shiraishi include kiroranke [who dies] and boutarou [who dies]. that's 3 for 3 dead. unfortunate.)

i saw some ogata fanart. some artists like to give him Sneaky Squints and Crafty Grin all the time. he is sneaky, and he has distinctive eyes, but i think canon makes it clear that Sneaky Squints and Crafty Grin is a very rare special occasion thing, and a huge majority of the time he only has Glassy Eyes and nothing at all going on with the mouth. and that is the righteous truth. in a manga, facial expressions are a very important part of characterization, especially for characters who are always around but not always involved, so i prefer fanart where people try to emulate (and exaggerate) the faces a character makes in canon instead of assigning their preferred faces to a given character. (an unrelated example of this assigning of preferences would be taking two complex characters and turning one into Stoic Seme and the other into Weepy Uke. it is shocking how thoroughly and audaciously people will squish characters into those two molds. what a waste of time.) i get that i'm probably in the top 1% of sticklerism when it comes to wanting characters to adhere strictly to canon in certain ways, but it's because i strongly feel that canon ogata who is making a neutral Ogata Face 95% of the time and a rare Other Face 5% of the time is true and beautiful. to sully that by tailoring his character to your preferences is your prerogative, but to hate that is also my prerogative. not that i would ever leave negative comments or anything along those lines, ever. because that's stupid and a waste of time. the most time i will waste in that way is the time it takes to write what i've been writing here.

ogata dakimakura is permitted but it has to be ogata laid up on a stretcher, wrapped up, splinted arm, with his face all puffy after getting dumped in the river by sugimoto. or it has to be ogata standing up wearing his uniform complete with little cape and his gun on his back and looking through his binoculars into the distance. or it has to be a watchtower spanning the length of the pillow and ogata is perched in it, looking through his binoculars into the distance.

i hate the relationship between ogata and usami. usami is the ultimate slimy little dog (derogatory). nasty little freak usami. ogata is wrong about almost everything, but he was right about usami being the cheapest piece on tsurumi's gameboard. nasty little wannabe sexual predator usami. that scene where ogata's like "i'm normal, right?" and usami is affirming all the things he's wrong about, it's like, the man is fucked up enough already! i can't believe i'm saying this, but you're a corrupting influence on him! i don't like how usami calls ogata "hyakunosuke" like they're friends… tsurumi calls him that because he's manipulating him and a cool dad calls his special little boy by his given name, but usami fucking hates him, and yet he calls him that anyway. something gross about it. usami's death was perfect. nasty little death. and i liked how ogata kept quiet due to bullet in mouth while usami was going on and on saying whatever he wanted while he beat the shit out of him, and then usami left after getting shot, and ogata felt compelled to say his one-liner to himself. fuckin nerd

i like the ogata who is seriously, seriously wondering if he's being haunted by his brother's ghost.

i think my one main beef with everyday heroes scans, who did an overall great job scanlating, is that they should have kept honorifics. keeping honorifics is a tough choice to make for a translator because it can be confusing for an english reader, especially when you come across one that's out of the standard few. but i was very surprised to find upon watching the anime that sugimoto calls asirpa "asirpa-san"; i had no way of knowing that in the manga! even though she's so much younger than him, even when their relationship becomes very close, even when yelling out her name in moments of desperation, he keeps the honorific. it might just be out of habit, but i think it indicates how much he respects her. it might be small, but something is lost by omitting the -san. honorifics and the ways people address each other are very important in japanese, and because this story takes place chiefly in japan, chiefly among japanese (and japanese-speaking) characters, i think keeping honorifics would have been perfectly appropriate in this circumstance. i also think it would have clarified some things for the readers rather than confusing them. (for contrast, it would make perfect sense to omit honorifics in a story that doesn't take place in japan but just happens to be written in japanese… though some meaning would still be lost.) (side note: EH scans does in fact keep some honorifics: the ainu word "nispa.") and sometimes, omitting the honorific in a context where it is important can make the translated wording MORE awkward. the example i'm thinking of is when ogata is recovering in the hospital and the scanlation shows him muttering, "yuusaku… sir…" now i'm 98% sure that ogata called yuusaku "yuusaku-dono," even though younger siblings typically get no honorifics, because yuusaku outranked him (and also maybe to show distance between them), and that's what he's muttering in that scene. i think it's less weird to call your younger half-sibling "-dono" in japanese than it would be to call your younger half-sibling "sir" in english. it's an in-between level of respect (and distance) that doesn't exist in english. so it became weirder in english, and leaving the honorific would have preserved that meaning. well, i do respect that EH scans made their decision about honorifics in the very beginning and then stuck with it to the very end. i guess it would have been worse if they selectively added in SOME honorifics when they thought it was important. but my opinion is that they should have made the decision to keep honorifics from the beginning.

in chapter 283, ogata falls asleep on the train and dreams of his mother singing a traditional song to him about how the way there is easy, but the way back is scary. i think the symbolism is clearly that it was easy for him to kill his mother and his brother, but it's not easy (or possible) to take it back. it's a one-way path that he chose. it's another subconscious manifestation of his feelings of guilt.

now here is something i've been puzzling over but which everyone but me has probably already made sense of. i think this is the only part of the manga that has stuck with me BECAUSE i am confused by it. chapter 199, page 6. kidnapped koito otonoshin, whose father just told him over the phone that he cannot be saved, is saying something heartbreaking in reply, and one of his captors is rubbing his back as if to comfort him. what else could that be but a comforting hand? am i mistaken? and it's got to be important because it takes up THREE panels! now, if you're like me and you've decided that tsukikoi is the OTP of golden kamuy, your first thought was to want tsukishima to be the one under the white hat, and ogata is the one watching disapprovingly because he's a jerk. but otonoshin smacks and bloodies the face of man in the white hat with the back of his head, and the wounds we later see (and basically everything else) make it clear that the white hat was ogata. (then of course they put those hats on russian-looking corpses that they obtained… somehow. kidnapped off the street?) (side note: when they take the white hat and mask off one of the corpses, otonoshin should have been suspicious right away, because that guy's nose wasn't bloodied or anything. but i'll let his lack of perception slide given the circumstances. unless he remembers it in a later chapter and i'm the one who forgot.) anyway, so it was clearly ogata who rubbed otonoshin's back, which seems really weird and out of character. i was thinking that it must have been that tsurumi gave them orders along the lines of not completely breaking the kid's will and making sure he isn't too physically or emotionally hurt (or else he and his father wouldn't be usable in the future). this would gel with the fact that tsurumi seems slightly surprised/perturbed when commander koito says he's going to tell otonoshin to die for his country (because of course that's not what tsurumi wants or had planned for). so maybe ogata interpreted those orders, thought otonoshin was giving up on life, and decided that he should make sure the kid's will wasn't completely broken by providing a little comfort. and then the glare from the black hat is tsukishima with a sentiment like, "you're giving the game away, you dumb piece of shit! captors wouldn't do that! ESPECIALLY IF THEY DON'T SPEAK JAPANESE!" but another possibility occurs to me. we heard from ogata when he was pointing his gun at huci that he doesn't want to just kill someone's grandma if he can help it. he's a cold-blooded killer when he thinks he has a reason, but maybe he does have the thinnest sentimental streak when it comes to people he does not perceive as a threat. so maybe that thin streak is showing here? kidnapping some weak kid might have been the dirtiest work tsurumi had ever put him up to at that point. (did he kill his father before or after this? but was that even dirty work to him, when he felt he had a good reason?) maybe he honestly felt emotionally reluctant to traumatize a defenseless 16-year-old like that, so he reached out to comfort him without thinking. i wonder what is the fandom consensus about that page, yet i feel reluctant to look it up… but whichever scenario it is, tsukishima's glare has to be him thinking, "man, you suck at dirty work." (and afterward, ogata glares at otonoshin because he's angry and humiliated that he underestimated how much of a threat a bound 16-year-old posed to him.)

EDIT: regarding the above paragraph, i think i've realized the correct interpretation. it's not that the situation of kidnapping a kid has activated ogata's thin sentimental streak. it's the specific circumstances of the lines that were just said: commander koito saying he could not save otonoshin, and otonoshin apologizing to his father and asking him to pretend he had never been born. that combination of circumstances was maybe the only thing that could flip ogata's empathy switch enough to make him reach out a comforting hand. he probably feels with great certainty that if he himself had ever been kidnapped and held for ransom, his own father would have told him to die for his country as well, and he might even have said a similar line in response. the pain otonoshin felt in that moment was so clear to ogata that he couldn't help but comfort him... it's a key emotional character development moment for ogata... with his face covered... but of course he misinterpreted otonoshin's resilience and that's how he got his nose bashed.

i cried a lot when i first read ogata's death chapter, and i cried a lot the second time too. i think noda-sensei might be a genius… one thing that didn't register on first reading was that ogata must have enjoyed the time he spent traveling with asirpa and the others in a way, even if he didn't exactly realize it. asirpa reminded him of yuusaku, not just in her innocence, but in the way she trusted him and ate with him and joked with him and treated him as if he were "normal" (when he believes he isn't normal). ogata was yearning for familial love his whole life; he just fixated on getting it only from his father, which wasn't going to happen, and ignored what he got from his mother and his brother. yuusaku was the only one who loved him, but he got some of that warm familial feeling from asirpa and the others as well, even though he usually acted cold. (i think he said "hinna" primarily to manipulate asirpa... but maybe after saying it, he felt happy.) and now, not only did he have to deal with his mistake of killing yuusaku, but here he was trying to kill asirpa too! not only that, but he was corrupting her into killing HIM, and he thought he wanted that, but he didn't! he couldn't even accept his old guilt, and now he was foolishly inflicting new guilt, as if by compulsion! it's so painful! as he breaks down, we see him realizing his mistake in real time, how his goal of proving his father worthless was itself worthless all along, how he didn't actually need to kill any of his family, how he was following the wrong path based on his delusions and misunderstandings his whole life, and it hurts him so much… and he tries to deny it, but he's having it explained to him by himself, and he can only trust himself… whenever he felt conflicted about anything, he would just find some way stamp out the opposing view and believe in himself, but now, both sides were him, so he couldn't do that, and as a result, he was defeated. the chapter was very emotionally powerful… he died a coward's death because, never having confronted his guilt before, he couldn't imagine being able to live with it… and vasily found his body by the railroad tracks and painted his fursona.

you could ship ogata with vasily but the fact remains that they spend vasily's entire span of appearance in the manga in a fight to the death and then one of them dies. also he shot vasily in the mouth. you can't shoot a mouth with your gun and then try to kiss it later. that's inappropriate

the last time ogata shoots sugimoto, he doesn't aim for the head. it's as though he learned his lesson. but it still didn't work, did it?

i saw the ogata nendoroid and took damage from it. hate it. i don't want any more chibis...

it seems that some things are changed in the volume releases of golden kamuy. i have only read the scanlated magazine releases. i wonder if i can be content to decide that this is the end of my ogata post when i don't know if any important ogata details were changed in the volumes. i would also like to read and compare the official translation. one thing i want to see in the volume releases is if noda-sensei ever goes back and adds teeth to the white voids of characters' mouths. it is incredibly clear to me that noda-sensei truly, viscerally hates drawing teeth. that's fair, but i do prefer even the vaguest semblance of teeth to a white void of a mouth. when he does draw teeth, they usually look perfectly passable. anyway, my next project will be deciding how to get my hands on the official translated volumes and then rereading again.

i think that might be all i have to say about ogata hyakunosuke right now.

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