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thefanfictionartist · 3 years

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Stress Relief

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou X Y/N

Summary: After a messy break up with another blonde peer, Y/N is left with pent up frustration, making it difficult to focus on third year exams. While studying with the Bakusquad, she notices a similar frustration in Bakugou. How are they going to relieve that stress?

Word Count: 3.8k

Rated M for Mature; intended for 18+ audiences.

A/N: Those of you with Wattpad may have seen this story from my one-shot book already.

Part Two

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"Boys are dumb."

That was the first conclusion you had come up with while sitting with your best friend, Mina Ashido, at lunch. As you slump over in your seat and place your head in your heads, she wraps her arms around you in consolation.

"Well.. I can't exactly argue with you on that one." The pink-skinned girl manages a small glance to a few of the class 1-A boys.

One of which had managed to short circuit himself while charging five phones at once, the others nearly collapsing with their laughter at their friend. Mina manages a sigh before casting her gaze back onto you.

"Look, you know that he's just trying to get under your skin." She states before pulling away to take a sip of her soda.

You know exactly who she's talking about because she knows exactly why you're upset.

It was all because of a stupid dreamy blond in class 1-B. Neito Monoma. As of the current moment, you can't remember what you ever really saw in him. Why would anyone date such an egotistical ass? Risking it all, you take a chance with looking towards his usual seat in the cafeteria to find him looking right at you. And you know what he does when he sees you?

He winks.

Like you didn't catch him a few weeks ago with Yaoyorozu.

Huffing in slight embarrassment, you turn back to your own table, swearing to yourself that you won't ever look his way again. "Nei-" No. He doesn't deserve for his first name to be used by you anymore. "Mr. Copycat can go fuck himself. I don't fucking care."

You scowl, taking an aggressive bite of soba.

"Besides, the final exams are coming up. I don't have the energy to even think about him." You recollect, reverting to thinking about the study session the Bakusquad planned for this weekend. Mina gives you a blinding smile and a thumbs up.

"There's the spirit, Y/N!" Her enthusiasm is hard not to mirror as lunch goes on and it ends with soba noodles nearly spurting from your nose because you were laughing so hard.

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Classes had just ended for the week and you're pretty sure that you have lost knowledge rather than attaining more. Thank god for this study session or you would be failing your third year at UA.

You rub your head, feeling a headache coming on as you try to recite important hero laws you've been taught earlier in the year. Feet dragging you into the dorms, you plop onto the couch of the common room without thinking about it. "Always be aware of your surroundings.. Do anything in your power to keep civilians safe.. Keep track of villains and whether or not you know their quirks.." Starting to mumble situational rules, you miss the extra presence in the room.

"Oh, hey Y/N!"

Kirishima's voice snaps you from your mantra, your head whipping around to look at him. "What's up, Kiri?"

"We're all meeting up in Bakugou's room to start cramming. Kaminari wanted to start a little earlier than planned and I thought you might want to join." Sheepishly scratching the back of his neck, he gives you a friendly sharp-toothed smile, which manages to raise your spirits a bit.

Nodding, you are already out of your seat. "Yeah, I'll be there I just have to grab my notes from my dorm first."

Memorizing these things would be much easier with other people helping you remember. It always was. But somehow, you still felt distracted from your studies. You knew exactly why but also refused to dwell on the subject any longer. It wasn't worth your time.

Just as promised, you showed up at Bakugou's door a few minutes later with your 'cram-sesh' bag.

It was really just a bag filled with all of your notes, bunches of blank index cards, and an incessant amount of snacks. Because chewing can help you study better? You are pretty sure you heard that somewhere.

Opening the door, you find Kaminari and Sero looking at Bakugou with the most dumbfounded expressions you've ever seen.

"Oi! It's not that fucking hard-" Said Pomeranian was already fuming at the pair. "Just divide 78 from x and do it to the other side! It's literally the easiest question in the study guide!"

A small chuckle causes the edges of your lips to curl up in amusement with Bakugou's fit of anger as you sit down beside Mina and Kirishima, ready to fill out flash cards like your life depended on it.

For the next few hours you had tuned the yelling out so you could focus on what concepts you were sure you didn't get. Working with Kirishima and Mina was a breeze, although you felt bad sticking Bakugou with two boys who seem to have negative brain cells around one another. Managing a glance to the trio proves that it's the worst thing for Bakugou, the one of the three that not only looks like he might explode from anger, but could possibly explode. Averting your eyes to the clock, you almost gasp at the time.

No wonder you were feeling drowsy.

It was almost one in the morning. "Hey, hedgehog!" You call to Bakugou after a hefty yawn. "You got any of those energy drinks left?" The plan was to stay up all night tonight for a cramming session, although another glance to the two you were studying with proves that only one person was left. Unsure of when Kirishima left you shrug off the thought. He must need his manly sleep or whatever he calls it.

Wordlessly, Bakugou leans back to open a mini fridge behind him and grab an energy drink to toss to you.

He appears to be long done with the two boys sat beside him like lost puppies. Or at least his patience with them is completely shredded. Not to mention they didn't look like they could handle understanding any more information. "Kaminari, Sero, why don't you guys head to bed for a few hours?"

"Brain need sleep." Kaminari mutters, getting up and walking out the door without blinking. Sero follows him in a similar state, but still manages to say goodnight to the remaining three in the room.

You can hear Bakugou sigh in relief from the other side of the room as you look to Mina, fully intent on continuing with the flash cards you were quizzing each other with. Although, you find her with her hand covering her mouth as she yawns. "I'm gonna catch a few z's I think. But I'll be back around 8 in the morning." Granting her a smile, you nod, letting her head off to bed, although you were disappointed since you felt like you were making progress.

"Yeah, I'll be here, studying. Goodnight, Mina." Bakugou merely grunts in acknowledgment as Mina leaves you two alone in the room.

This definitely wasn't the first time you had been in Bakugou's room alone while studying. But it was the first time that you noted Bakugou was so.. tense. "Were the boys really that bad?" One of your eyebrows quirks in curiosity to his enhanced sense of irritation. A quick flash of red tells you that Bakugou is glaring daggers at you from your simple question.

"Tch. They're always bad." You note the roll of his eyes before the crimson hues land on whatever study guide he has in front of him.

Scooting your work so that the papers are sprawled closer to your study buddy, you lean against his bed, still laser focused on how frustrated he seemed. "And? You're normally more patient with them.. It takes at least two hours before your screaming, typically."

"Whatever."

You click your tongue, deciding to leave the topic for the moment. "Can you quiz me on these really quick? I think I have them down by now." The stack of index cards you had filled out with Mina ends up on top of the paper that Bakugou is focused on.

The blond makes a small noise of irritation and for a moment, you swear he's about to blow up on you.

Instead, he neatly collects the index cards and sets them to the side of his own paper. "Yeah, I need a break first. Dunce face is exhausting."

You nod, cracking open the energy drink you were given not to long ago while Bakugou does the same. Sighing contently, you can already feel the 300 mg of caffeine beginning it's work. "Want any snacks?" Looking to Bakugou, you point at your bag as you refer to snacks, knowing that he'd probably steal all of your Takis.

It doesn't take long for him to find the sacred bag of spicy chips that he craved. "Thanks." He utters, settling down as he has himself a little midnight snack break.

Both of you sit in silence for a minute and surprisingly, you aren't the one to break that bubble.

Bakugou glances to you confusedly, something weighing on his mind. "What's the deal with you and that copycat bastard lately? I thought you two couldn't breathe without sucking faces every hour." He smirks, containing a chuckle. Really, he was relieved he didn't have to witness it for the past few weeks. The scene could make anyone uncomfortable.

Your face flushes red in frustration at the mention of He-Who-You-Swore-Not-To-Name. Not able to bring yourself to look at Bakugou, you fiddle with a stray pencil on the floor.

"We broke up."

Keeping your tone curt, you make it clear that this is not a subject you'd like to discuss. In fact, it was the one thing that actually messed with you at this point. You hated that He-Who-You-Swore-Not-To-Name had this kind of hold on you. A hold that distracted you and made you question whether or not you should go back to him.

"He cheated on me." You decide to give further explanation to a speechless Bakugou, pretending to write notes on a mostly blank paper.

"Shit- I-" He stumbles over his words, smirk falling.

Offering a small smile, you finally look back at him. "It's fine... I only miss him for the stress relief anyways." Adding a small remark seems to put Bakugou back into his normal, non-sympathetic state.

"Huh?"

"He's a shitty boyfriend, but a good fuck." You put it into terms Bakugou would be more likely to understand. "Now will you stop eating the damn chips and quiz me on the rest of the flash cards."

"Tch." A dusting of pink momentarily appears on Bakugou's cheeks, but he seems to ignore it as he picks up the index cards again. "Describe the Crime Control Theory."

"Pfft. That's easy." The remark leaves your lips before you really reach into the depths of your mind for the answer. "It's.." Oh no. Didn't you just go over that with Mina. "It's.." Trying to actually think about it makes you realize that your mind has been bombarded with the crummy memory of He-Who-You-Swore-Not-To-Name, so, you huff and bullshit your way through the answer.

"It's obviously the theory that.. theoretically.. describes how to control crime?"

A scowl from Bakugou tells you that you most definitely have the answer wrong. "Are you really that much of a dumbass?" He says it so patronizingly that you're almost personally offended.

"Hey! It's not like that. I've just had a rough few weeks, alright? Give me a break." You pout. "Maybe if I help you study something I'll pick up something? What are you working on?" Reaching towards the blonde male, you grab the paper he seemed to be writing on previously, much to his own shame.

"What the fuck is this?" You don't mean to sound rude when you ask the question you're just shocked.

Instead of finding a paper with neat answers to question and nice notes in the margins, you discover that whatever work was on the paper has been completely covered with angry scribbles. Looking at Bakugou, you can tell that even he's disappointed in himself. His head hangs low and he can't seem to bring himself to look you in the eyes. "I don't fucking know! I was fine with geometry a week ago and.." He lets out an exasperated noise, hitting the back of his head on his bed.

"Somethings wrong with me. All I can think about it that shitty written final test and how I can't fail it. I need to be a hero but that means I need to graduate."

All that you find yourself responding with is a resounding laugh, so powerful that you're clutching your stomach.

"Oh my- Bakugou, do you hear yourself right now?"

Boom Boom Boy sends a piercing glare to you. "Shut up! Just forget I said anything, idiot!"

"That not what I-" You take a deep breath to stop most of your laughing. "I meant it's ridiculous for you of all people to be worried about these finals. You've literally been studying for this shit since you were a first year."

Bakugou's expression softens with your words.

"I can't help it. I just-" His hands comb through his spiky blond locks for a moment before grabbing and pulling large sections of his hair. "Gah! What is this?!"

"It's called stress, Bakubro." You finalize the statement with a soft punch to his shoulder. "Welcome to the world of normal emotion."

"I don't want it!" Bakugou abruptly puts his hands on the ground, looking overall agitated, like a child who doesn't want to go down for naps.

"There are ways to make yourself less stressed you know? In fact there's one word I can fit stress relief into: Fun." Both of your hands open dramatically in front of you as you say fun, hoping to get Bakugou in a better mood. He is your tutor after all and if he's too stressed to help, you're screwed.

"Tch. Fun is something for kids, dumbass." He responds nonchalantly, rolling his eyes irritably as though you should've known that as fact.

You smirk, stifling a chuckle behind your hand as you retort, "So you're saying that only kids have sex?" A small giggle echoes momentarily through the room from you as you appreciate Bakugou's dumbfounded expression.

"You think I should have sex to relieve stress?"

"Well... yeah? It's always worked for me and I'm pretty sure most people would agree with me." There's a long moment of uncomfortable silence that you sit in with Bakugou as he mills over what you've just said.

"..." The blond hedgehog furrows his eyebrows as he thinks, finally gazing in your direction. "And who do you suggest I have sex with? It's not like I have time for a relationship when I'm gonna be the number one hero." This question throws you for a loop. And you consider the options that he has mentally before realizing there's a perfect option that you hadn't considered yet.

"Why not just get a friend with benefits? That way it's just sex when you need it without the additive of romance."

"You're still not answering the 'who the fuck would agree to that shit'?!"

"Me." You deadpan.

The explosive boy sitting next to you fumbles for his next wording in a stupefied manner. "S-S-Ser-iously?"

Shrugging, you nod, locking onto his eyes with your own. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be serious? It's not like I want a relationship now anyways after that dumbass Copycat. Plus it's not just you that's stressed out over shit, you know?"

Seemingly considering the option, Bakugou looks to his lap, biting his lip in deep thought.

"Fine." He looks to you annoyedly, even though his body was certainly excited by the idea. "But first we probably need some shitty ground rules or something."

"Agreed."

"Don't tell anyone about what we do or I'll blow your ass up." Irate at the thought of Raccoon Eyes finding out about this and telling everyone, Bakugou subconsciously leans towards you. Not that you noticed.

"Wasn't planning on it."

"Any special rules you got?" A smirk plays at the corners of Bakugou's lips as he leans towards you.

With Bakugou this close, you can feel your heart begin to beat a little faster with excitement. "Um-" In a couple spare second of clarity, you manage to choke out, "I might be on birth control but I still want you to use a condom."

"Done."

He responds coolly, leaning ever so much closer to you and letting his lips brush over yours before he shifts to whisper in your ear. "If we do this, I want the ability to fuck you whenever and wherever I like."

Your breath hitches and you boldly decide to wrap your arms around Bakugou's neck as your eyes meet his crimson hues. "Just stay within reason.. and don't fall in love with me." You add another rule with a sultry tone.

"You better not fall in love with me, dumbass." Bakugou hisses before connecting his lips with yours in a heated fervor. His hands attach to each side of your face, giving him most control over the kiss. You moan softly against him in response to his aggressiveness, your body already tingling.

Up until this moment, you hadn't realized how much your body was craving to be this close with someone. It was enough to make you almost painfully aroused within the minute.

Bakugou pushes you so that you're comfortably laying on the carpeted floor of his dorm room, with him directly between your legs. Your hands pull at his shirt, desperate to get it off right now. He catches on to the message quickly and pulls off his shirt in record time, still letting out a low growl of discontent when he had to pull away from the kiss. His lips meet back with yours, this time noting just how plush your lips feel against his.

Scratching lightly over Bakugou's chest seems to rile him up some because within seconds, he's already rutting himself against your clothed core, the bulge in his joggers becoming very apparent.

Gasping softly at the friction, you comb your fingers through his hair, pulling at a few tufts while Bakugou takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You can feel the slippery muscle glide sensually above yours, completely dominating your mouth before you even have the chance to defend. Wrapping your legs around Bakugou's hips, you grind against him. He groans and you decide to tangle your tongue with his in the hopes of winning the small battle.

But before you can win, he pulls back, his pupils blown by so much lust that you can barely see the scarlet iris surrounding them. "Clothes off, now.." The husky tone of his voice sends waves of arousal straight to your core and you fumble to stand up while he digs through his draw for a condom.

In record time, you've completely stripped yourself of clothing and laid on Bakugou's bed, which was exceedingly more comfortable that the floor. You feel yourself ache for some kind of pleasure and unabashedly open your legs to display your dripping core to Bakugou. "Bakugou.. please fuck me." You whine lewdly, being mindful of the fact that the blond has neighbors.

He had expected for you to want more preparation but with the way you were strewn out on his bed, so deliciously begging for his cock... How could he deny your request?

In an instant, his remaining clothes are discarded and the condom is rolled safely on his erection. In the next moment he's on top of you, lining himself up with your hole.

Despite how much he wanted to shove himself inside of you immediately, he still took a moment to look into your eyes and ask, "Are you sure about this, (Y/N)?"

"Yes!"

You respond enthusiastically. "Please! I need your-" You are promptly interrupted by Bakugou thrusting into you unforgivingly, making you gasp with a loud moan. "Fuck!" Having him fully sheathed inside of you was unlike anything you've felt before. It was so pleasurable that you truly couldn't think of anything else.

"Shit-" Bakugou balances himself above you by placing his hand just above your shoulders. He takes a moment to let you adjust to his size. Although, it's hard to control himself with how tight and warm you feel. He grimaces, hands crackling slightly with his quirk as he tries to slowly pull himself out of you and thrust back in.

The next thrust pinpoints your g-spot, making you moan loudly beneath Bakugou. He smirks down to you, knowing exactly where he hit and intending to hit it again. Your hand grab at his back, stabilizing yourself as he drives himself against your g-spot again and again, finding a starting rhythm and gradually getting faster with his thrusts.

Each rut from Bakugou tears an angelic moan from your throat. And even though he loves the sound, he ends up covering your mouth and leaning towards your ear while he picks up the pace. "Be quiet, dumbass." He reprimands. "You're gonna wake everyone up if you keep crying like that." His eyes look to yours from a moment and you nod to confirm that you heard him, your moans muffled by his hand.

Soon Bakugou's hand is replaced with his lips as he kisses you roughly, his calloused hand tracing gently down your sides while he drills into you.

Each of your moans vibrates against his lips, although you try to conceal most of them, in fear of someone catching you. You can feel Bakugou's hips stutter slightly against you and he moves his fingers down to your clit, rubbing circles while he thrusts even harder. You whimper pathetically at the sensation, your walls clamping down on Bakugou's cock as you reach your climax with him soon chasing after his own.

He pants heavily, groaning as his hips still against you. Releasing into the condom, he rolls to the side to discard of the trash, tossing your clothes to you. He wiped himself off with a tissue and begins to dress himself before looking back to you with a smirk.

"I think this 'Friends who have fun' thing is really gonna work, (Y/N). I feel better already."

You smile, throwing on your shirt and underwear while still on the bed. "I told you sex was fun.." Hopping off the bed, you wobble ever-so-slightly before slipping back into your shorts. You nudge Bakugou playfully before settling on the ground. "Let's pick up where we left off, shall we?"

Your eyes scour the ground for the index cards that you had been quizzing with previously.

"Actually..." Bakugou begins speaking, making you look up to him. "We still have a few hours before the idiots come back." He gestures to the clock before looking at you mischievously. "And I think I should relieve a little more tension before dealing with them."

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magicalgirlagency · 2 years

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WBMR for Team RWBY plus Jaune? Since they have been isekai'd by the void, and fate of the series is said to be currently on limbo, you should do something about it.

I won't do Team RWBY, because they suffer from the same glaring problem that popular western MG shows like Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Star vs. The Forces of Evil and Steven Universe had: THE HEROES ARE ALL SELFISH AND NEGLIGENT PEOPLE.

They all do all sorts of nasty shit, and NEVER face the consequences for it, because the writers DO NOT percieve their mistakes and transgressions as something to be punished for!

And before any fan comes bitchin', whinin' and moanin' on my inbox, I got the reciepts right here. These girls ain't heroes, they are menaces to society.

They're just as bad as the Avengers! If you ask me, they're all better off DEAD and SEPARATED!

However, I will work on an WBMR for Jaune, because people are joking that Volume 9 might become a harem, since he's the only male character who fell into the void alongside the main girls. And because he deserves better.

And also because he looks like a Bargain Bin Togata Mirio.

Jaune Arc is now Aura Knight Jaune, B-Rank Magi, Assigned Gemstone is Sunstone, Essence is Light (Aether);

His mascot/familiar is a female sunbird named Jeanne (he calls her "Jiji");

Painting is his therapy-assigned hobby. His works are bright and colorful, surrounding on the theme of freedom and hope for the future;

He's rather popular with the Magis, but he wants to be seen as more than just a pretty face with a big title;

Most of his original personality remains, except that he now struggles with his morality;

Jaune masks his trauma and insecurities with his jokes, and he needs to work on this habit if he wants to properly recover;

He's currently doubting if he truly deserved to be saved after doing such stupid things when helping out Team RWBY;

To make up for his mistakes, he studies in the hopes of becoming a Fighting Egret, so he can join the Bureau and save the civilians that were left on Vacuo;

Jaune and Pyrrha are no longer dating, as they have both decided to break up. However, they still have a nice relationship of equal respect;

He also discovers that Penny is alive, and develops protective instincts towards her as a result, becoming her big brother;

As a Magi, Jaune aims to set himself free from his family pressures and set things right.

#wondarian bureau of multiversal rescue

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hibiscxs · 3 years

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Legacies Season 4 Episode 3. Here we go!

I was gonna ask if Ethan was on drugs but then I remembered he got MaliSlimed

DrugDealer!Landon AUs coming up

Aria looked so good in that shot right before the title card

Dorian! I missed him

....did she really call him MaliDon? Someone kill me

She looks so mad I love it

Hope was right last episode, but Alaric's right about not doing anything reckless now

"Don't act like you're the only one that cares" uh dude a little late to start caring about Landon.

Nvm he was probably talking about Cleo. Still tho

Cleo's so done LMAO

I would support a Clandon kiss

Of course MG thinks Alaric lying to Hope about Landon is okay. Remember the Ascendant?

Is there a right reason to want to be a vampire???

I love how MG knows what a 1066 is bc he spent all that time stalking police scanners with Ethan

Josie looks so pretty, but this is painful

Her eyes are also so huge

Also, I love Finch in a ponytail

But this really is a rehash of the Posie fight and I'm not really into it

Hope really can't help but quip pre-battle lmao she's worse than her dad

Hope sword fighting is not something I knew I wanted

This monster's lava abs LMAO

Aria sounds so sinister holy shit

Oh shit

Did Hope just kill someone

That wound looks awful tho. Not in a “that looks serious” way but in a "get a better effects budget” way

Okay um

I would have liked to know more of Hope's thought process??

"Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you" I LOVE DAD/DAUGHTER HOLARIC

The "I can't live with that" line really threw me back to TO season 5 and it's wild bc Hope's very obviously more grown up now but she's still dealing with similar problems and I LOVE the parallel

"The former vampire hunter who took me in when I was little would have made this choice in a heartbeat" Uh, no he would have not???? You're a child???

OH this conversation is hurting me

I’m gonna end up writing a long post about this conversation aren't i

So Ethan is one of MG's blindspots now right? That's what Kaleb said? That's what Kaleb said 😊

RAFAEL PLEASE

But how did they????

Where's the celestial event????

My sweet boi was gonna go fishing

Are there fish in Prison Worlds???

"It's only a prison if you feel trapped" I mean I still have thoughts about your fate Raf, but okay

Rafael seems so different

Like less angry? I wouldn't have a problem with it if we got to actually see his change, but since whatever development he went through happened off-camera and only really happened so we could have this weird “at peace with Landon’s death” thing and it’s weird

For the TVDU show with the least amount of death, the characters are the most okay with death and I am not okay with that

Was Dorian the person Josie said would Alaric would listen to???

Dorian is

The best person

In the whole world

I don't usually like to compare Legacies with the other TVDU shows bc I know it's its own thing with its own tone, but this weird acceptance with Hope killing not just herself but Landon and Cleo and maybe Ethan too is so weird??? Why are they being so supportive of a plan that ends with 4 of their friends dead??? I get it's because "Malivore will kill other people if he's around any longer" but still??? Emotionally, this just does not feel right

Okay, following the Ascendant choice, this type of thinking has become a pattern for MG and I honestly find that really interesting

Kaleb is straight out of TVD and I’m here for it

"Hope deserves our trust" 3 of your friends will be dead

Wait, why did MG say "2 of your friends"? Will Hope not have to perma-die to defeat Malivore??? Is that what the writers are telling us???

Also, while I do think what these decisions say about MG are interesting, it does not endear me to MG. But that’s okay bc I don’t rant about how much I dislike characters and how they ruin shows for me

I love how there are just random doors in Malivore everywhere

Can Cleo not just make herself invisible?

Those monsters are crazy creepy

I've totally forgotten why Raf has to stay in the Prison World

Are they seriously not going to call her family

CLEO GOT OUT!!

Or is she in the Prison World

NO SHE REALLY GOT OUT!!!

A Cled hug???

This scene is an intentional parallel to Klaus's last meal with his family but I don't like it

Wade's story is so cute tho. We need more of that type of stuff

Ugh are they gonna gloss over the "Hope might lose her magic" thing with a half-assed fix it that we're supposed to just accept

Okay nvm it's a legitimately heart warming gesture between our main trio

OH MY GOD CLEO

That was legitimately evil

So the Cled hug wasn't real 🙁

Kaleb’s proving his smarts with that sound trick

THAT DRAWING IS KILLING ME

Are they implying that 7 year old Hope did fight training with Alaric? Or only that she wanted to?

Also Caroline in that drawing<3

I love dad/daughter holaric

I LOVE DAD/DAUGHTER HOLARIC

They better hug

They didn’t hug :(

FREYA

But why just Freya 😭😭😭 IRL logistics can kill logical character decisions on TV and that's why books and fanfics are superior

For a sec I was gonna be really mad that Freya would only be there for a hug again, but thank god I was wrong

"You're gonna be this beautiful forever" First of all, true. But second, so they're really saying Hope does not need to perma-die to defeat Malivore??? Uh, okay

Okay fine. Rebekah is on the other side of the world or smth and she won't make it in time, but Kol??? Isn't he in like California??

Again, really weirded out that the Mikaelsons, aka the most overprotective codependent mess of a family there ever was, are kinda chill about Hope killing herself and becoming The Tribrid. Like ik they all knew it would happen someday, but Hope's still young enough that if I were her guardian, I would not be okay with this

Elijah mention 😔

I love how they have Hope have this "what will being a vampire be like" conversation with the one relative who has never been a vampire and not Alaric 😅

With all this buildup to Tribrid!Hope I'm kinda expecting that it won't happen this episode lmao

3 years ago Freya would not be so excited to "see the birth of the one and only Tribrid" bruh she would have been terrified for Hope and doing everything to delay this. Is this supposed to show that she's matured from that???

For all my criticism, Danielle is playing "scared but trying not to show it and failing" very well

I’m loving this conversation about Klaus jfc this is exactly what needs to be said

"I loved Niklaus" the noise I made was not human

"You're willing to let go of someone you love to save innocent people you'll never even meet" Okay, so I see what the writers are trying to do. And I don't think it's a bad thing to be trying to do. But. I just do not think they are doing it well

Per Alaric’s explanation about transition: I had always kind of bet that Hope wouldn’t need to drink blood to complete her transition bc, like her hybrids, she’d be turning with her blood. Her hybrids needed her blood to complete the transition, and since Hope will already have her blood in her system, she’d just wake up a fully-transitioned vampire. But. If she really will need to transition, then I’m going to guess that this episode will end on Hope trying to complete her transition but things getting in the way.

OH MY GOD THEYRE FINALLY GOING TO MENTION THE TWINS BECOMING VAMPIRES

"In theory it could work" thank you for not being too concrete. Personally, I always thought that both the twins would need to become vampires to bypass the Merge, or else the one who stayed human would just die when they turn 21

Season 4 better mention the Merge often

"You weren't looking for a reason to stay, you were looking for an excuse to go" DAMN JOSIE GO OFF. Also get the feeling that she's not talking about just Finch, huh

I mean I still don't blame Finch for not wanting to stick around

"I need someone who will love me no matter what I choose" That's Lizzie bb

"For once, I want someone to love me enough to stay" Okay, can't blame Josie for wanting that either

The emotions this episode 🤌

Is... Freya going to kill her???

FREYA KILLED HER

OH MY GOD SHE REALLY DIED

I HONESTLY DIDN’T THINK THEY WERE GONNA GO FOR IT

TRIBRID!HOPE IS HAPPENING YALL

Where is she

Is she in Malivore

Or in the Afterlife where she talked to Hayley that one time

PLEASE BE THE AFTERLIFE I NEED ANOTHER CAMEO

What the fuck

Charon???

I really don't know how to feel about Hope having a choice between transitioning and Peace??? And that Charon was there??? This is a lot of retconning for the steps in a vampire transition???

Wait did Kaleb do something

What did Kaleb do

KALEB WHAT DID YOU DO

Bro what's with the wings

HUH????

Warning: My posts for the next week are almost purely going to be the many thoughts I have about this episode

#legacies #currently watching #legacies 4x03 #legacies season 4 #tvdu

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One ship exposes everything wrong with TRoS

Heaven help me, I’m back on my bullshit.

Alright, so, I enjoyed The Rise of Skywalker when I watched it. I actually watched it twice, once on my own when I rushed to see it as soon as possible in order to beat spoilers, and once with my family, in what was a semi-annual new year tradition for us during those four years that a Star Wars film released.

But that doesn’t mean it was good. I enjoyed Transformers: Dark of the Moon the first time I watched it, and that movie’s still a steaming pile of shit. I was admittedly fifteen when I saw DotM, but still.

My point is that I’m fully capable of enjoying crappy films.

But there’s one thing, one thing about TRoS that exemplifies so many of the problems with TRoS as a whole, if not everything (And by that I mean with TRoS specifically, the woeful treatment of John Boyega and Kelly Marie Tran is a Whole Trilogy Problem). And it’s a ship. Specifically this ship.

The Resistance Y-Wing. I hate this ship with the fiery passion of an exploding star, and to talk about why, we need to first go back to The Last Jedi and its conspicuous lack of Y-Wings.

One of the things that I disliked most about the Sequels before TRoS put all the other problems into stark light was the lack of new ships. Instead of new vehicles, we got shinier, sleeker versions of the ships from the original trilogy. And I disliked this because it’s the opposite of what the Prequels did.

Episodes I-III don’t feature more primitive versions of the X-Wing and TIE Fighter, but instead have similar vehicles that evoke the classics while still having an identity of their own.

The ARC-170 looks kinda like an X-Wing, but it’s bigger and has more weapons and crew, and you get why the well-funded Republic can afford things like this while the scrappy Rebels can’t.

The Eta-2 is a predecessor to the TIE Fighter, but it being employed exclusively by Jedi makes a lot of sense, of course a precognitive wizard with superhuman reflexes can do well in a light, unshielded ship, while in the hands of the Empire’s military they’re just expendable swarm fighters.

But then in the Sequels, rather than evolve the ships into new forms, they just made new incarnations of the X-Wing, TIE Fighter, A-Wing, TIE Interceptor, B-Wing, and of course the Y-Wing.

Well, except for one movie: The Last Jedi.

At the outset of the film, we’re introduced to this ship.

This is the MG-100 StarFortress, AKA “That ship all the Star Wars Youtubers hate”. It’s designed to be a much heavier and bulkier version of the B-Wing Starfighter, and is even made by the same people.

From questions about how the bombs “fall” toward the Dreadnought (The answer is magnets) to claims that they’re completely useless because most of the ones in the film died so easily, these things have been put through the wringer by the fandom, and honestly they don’t deserve it? What destroyed the StarFortresses in the film wasn’t their own weaknesses, but them being deployed in too tight a formation. It was a tactical fuckup, not a problem with the ship’s design.

And given that the whole point of the battle over D’Qar is that Poe makes a tactical fuckup to kickstart his development into the new leader of the Resistance as a whole, adding another layer makes sense to me.

But we live in a post-CinemaSins world of media consumption, where every plot-point that isn’t spelled out with a flowchart and an audio commentary by the writers is actually a plothole.

We also live in an era where Star Wars fans pine for the days of the Legends canon where everything about new ships, species, and worlds was explained in background lore and books, and are angry that the new Canon is... doing exactly the same thing?

Seriously, how much exposition and lore dumping is actually present in any of the Star Wars films? Not a whole lot. And that applies to all three eras.

So the StarFortress’ appearance in the film and the lack of Y-Wings led to a bevy of armchair writers demanding to know why the Resistance weren’t using Y-Wings and why they were using those “Resistance Bombers” that are just ‘terrible’.

Answer? Because the Y-Wings sucked shit.

Seriously, go back to the Original Trilogy and try to keep track of the Y-Wings, and see what they actually do, and you’ll find that what they do is “Explode, mostly.”

We’re first introduced to the Y-Wings in A New Hope, and they’re supposed to be the ones performing the Trench Run while the X-Wings cover them, and to their credit, they try.

And then they all get blown up by Vader and his wingmen before they can even take a shot at the exhaust port. Well, except that one that appears with the rebel ships flying away from the Death Star.

Where the fuck were you when the X-Wings were doing the attack run?

The Y-Wings got absolutely wrecked.

Ancillary media would go on to explain that the Y-Wings were beat-up old vehicles that were no longer fit for purpose, but the Rebels had to use them anyway because they had basically no money. They’d stripped down the ships and removed a bunch of their more costly features just to make them viable, and the results of that were pretty clear.

Of course, the Y-Wings were still present in the later films. They don’t do anything in The Empire Strikes Back, but they play a role in Return of the Jedi.

Naturally, that role is mostly “Get blown up while the other ships do the important stuff”.

Despite supposedly being a fighter-bomber that was designed to do significant damage to capital ships, does the Y-Wing play a role in the destruction of the Executor? Does it fuck. Destroying the Imperial flagship’s deflector shields and the subsequent suicidal ram attack on the bridge are tasks that are both performed by the goddamn A-Wings. Y’know, the light interceptors?

The Y-Wings get shown up at their own job by the ships that are there to protect them from TIE Fighters.

Ancillary media again explains why they’re still there. While the Rebels have a newer, better fighter-bomber in the B-Wing, the B-Wing is expensive as fuck and also really difficult to fly.

A non-centreline cockpit that rotates will do that to a ship.

Still, the B-Wing was a better bomber than the Y-Wing ever was (And the StarFortress was better than them both at that role).

All this adds up to a simple fact: There were very good reasons why the Resistance weren’t using Y-Wings. And there were even reasonable reasons to choose the StarFortress compared to the B-Wing itself, given that the Resistance are still undermanned and under-funded, especially with the New Republic getting nuked midway through The Force Awakens. It being easier to fly and having more armaments would have made it a viable choice for the Resistance.

Buuuut oops, people didn’t like the StarFortress and we can’t make the Internet angry at us again! Better put the Y-Wings back in for Episode IX, and show them destroying a Xyston-class Destroyer, that’ll make them happy!

And sure, okay, giving the Resistance a fighter/bomber is probably a good idea. And they already have New X-Wings and New A-Wings, so where’s the harm in a New Y-Wing?

Alright, alright, sure. But why the fuck does it look like this?

If this is a new ship, why is it already stripped-down like the ones in the Original Trilogy? Why doesn’t it look like the actual brand-new Y-Wings we saw in The Clone Wars?

Now that’s more like it. Still visibly a Y-Wing, but with more of an identity of its own.

Seriously, “Literally the same ship but without its armour pulled off” has more of a unique identity than the crowd-pleasing New Y-Wing.

And that, in and of itself, is the essence of The Rise of Skywalker.

It’s blind, empty fanservice, rushing to include as much nostalgia-pandering as possible to try and get the fanbase back on-side after The Last Jedi didn’t do what the fanboys wanted it to do.

This is a whole near- three hour movie whose only message is “Yes, Youtubers making TFA critiques longer than an entire season of TCW, we hear you, we’ll make it for you, please love us!”

And, almost entirely predictably, it was shite.

It was riddled with plotholes and none of the scenes had any time to breathe because the movie was too desperately trying to rush itself to the next crowd-pleasing scene in a desperate attempt to wank off as many disgruntled fanboys as it possibly could.

Luke with his green saber! Jedi Leia! Chewie gets a medal! Lando! Luke raises his X-Wing out of the water! The main villain is a testicle in a bathrobe again! Snork origin! Original-flavour Star Destroyers! Rose doesn’t exist! Rey had a super-special secret magical bloodline the whole time and Luke and Leia totally knew even though Luke has literally no idea who she is in Episode VIII! Luke actually was just afraid of the bad guys in Episode VII, none of that self-imposed exile for his own mistakes nonsense! Y-Wings.

I mean fuck. Disagree with Luke’s portrayal in TLJ all you like, I certainly have my issues with it, but I lay those at the feet of JJ for making Luke’s absence into one of his fucking Mystery Boxes, and then deciding that, even though last time Luke sensed Leia and Han might be in danger, he abandoned his Jedi training, hopped in an X-Wing, and flew halfway across the galaxy to try and save them, he wouldn’t do shit when the First Order pointed a star-powered System-Killer 9000 at Leia, and Han got himself killed trying to redeem Kyle Ron. Like how in fuck was Rian supposed to explain Luke’s inaction in VII?

But regardless of the problems with that Luke portrayal, at least Mark Hamill gave it his all. Hell, it might be his best performance in the Star Wars franchise!

In TRoS, he shows up in a bad wig, waves a middle finger at TLJ, and ascends to his final form as a Lightsaber Delivery Boy, because apparently all you need to kill a Sith who literally clawed his way back from death is two lightsabers. Haunting Kyle Ron? Nope. Providing guidance as a ghost? Not really.

And y’know what the kicker is? It didn’t fucking work. Lucasfilm and Disney fucking gutted this trilogy, sliced out the integrity, surgically removed the soul of Episode IX in a desperate effort to make the Internet’s most unpleasable fanbase happy, and it didn’t work. They still hate it! Now they just concoct hour-long videos about how much they would’ve preferred to have the Trevorrow script (Which is admittedly much better, albeit still with it’s far share of giant flaws), which was probably thrown out because it wasn’t fanservicey enough!

The Rise of Skywalker is an awful film. It’s a loose collection of nostalgia-baiting moments, roughly stapled together around the skeleton of a plot that was never properly developed. It’s a Frankenstein’s Monster of a movie, but, and I say this with full offense, the Victor Frankenstein in this tragic story isn’t Lucasfilm or Disney or Kathleen Kennedy or Rian Johnson, or even JJ Abrams. It’s you, Star Wars Fandom. It is your monster.

#Star Wars #The Rise of Skywalker #Disney #Lucasfilm #Episode IX #Episode VIII #Episode VII #The Last Jedi #The Force Awakens #Y-Wing Starfighter #B-Wing Starfighter #MG-100 StarFortress

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thegiftedoneishere · 3 years

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Legacies Live Watch: 3x02

Tryna prepare myself for the bs of tonight’s episode. I still hate Julie Plec.

- Why the fuck Hope coming in the clutch? Can she do something different besides hero and Landon’s girlfriend?

- Here we go with the bullshit. Rafael Waithe deserves so much better.

- Alaric and the Necromancer is trash. Straight trash. Oh yeah, fuck Matt Davis.

- He ain’t have to kick that boys head like that.

- Did they steal Lizzie’s car? Bruh lol

- Awww Raf. He just wanted his daddy smh

- So Hope didn’t go after them but she sent Kaleb and MG...Kay. In what world would Hope not chase Raf and Landon?

- I hate it here. But I still be here. Smh

- So Raf is gonna be inside of Landon. Here we go with the bullshit.

- Holy shit! Raf’s mom!!!!

- No Raf, Alaric is trash. Here they go tryna make his trash ass better than he is.

- So he like Lizzie again, boy they trying their hardest not to have Hafael.

- Hope doesn’t seem like herself. Something is off.

- How the fuck Alaric know where she was? This some crap.

- Danielle done lost weight. Looks good on her.

- So they gonna put all the minutes Rafael missed onto this one episode. This that true bullshit.

- Again Alaric fucking missing. Smh

- I can’t believe they doing my boy Raf like this smh I hate it here

- Bullshit!!!

- These little bit of Hafael crumbs is unexceptable. Julie done ruined this possible ship just like she did Bamon. Peyton and Danielle had too much chemistry. Remember when.

- Danielle is really pretty.

- So they done Bonnie’d him. At least he’s not by himself like she was.

- I’m not gonna cry...nope.

- Sure have Peyton hold onto the racist bigot so people don’t remember. Bullshit.

- She was clutching that wolf. Go on Hope. Hafael always.

- This bull. Why Peyton always gotta leave? I wonder if he asked to go?

- The black family packing fried chicken bruh I cannot 🙄

- This is emotional manipulation Landon...not sure I like it. Actually I don’t like it at all.

- So now they singing and shit. 😐

- I just...I can’t...

#legacies cw #legacies season 3 #legacies s3 #hope x rafael #hopel #hafael #hope mikaelson #peyton alex smith #danielle rose russell #lizzie saltzman #kaleb hawkins #kaleb legacies #mg greasley #milton greasley #fuck Julie Plec #fuck Matt Davis #landon kirby

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chicago-geniza · 3 years

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well i intended to go for a nice evening walk, ended up having a panic attack, ordering a couple of cocktails at the bougie bar, joining a jam session with a bunch of old hippies on the logan green (one of them gave me a handpainted wooden medallion which seems to be carved out of tree bark, strung on a length of yarn???), met a crustpunk train-hopping dude in town for the month (& his dog, in a leather-studded harness) who's lived in 45/50 states & a 44 yr old guy everyone called "the wizard" wearing a tattered, patch-covered robe who shares most of my parents' conspiracy theories & considers himself a latter-day prophet, he bought us sorbet & ice cream, wound up hanging out with them & staying up all night at their indescribably eclectic, cluttered, blood-spattered (!!!) apartment, belonging to 44 yr old guy's art curator father & decorated accordingly, smoking m*th & listening to music & talking (or rather listening to them rant/rave/recount stories from their incredibly wild lives), i gave them advice on applying for unemployment & medicaid & how to appear compliant enough w/ carceral psychiatric intervention so they won't section you without actually submitting to forced medication or institutionalization, especially if they assign you a case worker & do regular "wellness checks." also how to pass off certain aspects of behavioral dysregulation as executive dysfunction, get them to pay for an adhd evaluation, get an adderall IR scrip, sell the 30 mg pills (cite body weight, high doses of other psych meds as reason for higher dose; look sincere; play to systemic biases toward cis white men, unfortunately), & use the cash to buy m*th, if they'd prefer to keep doing that. you can also pass positive psychotic symptoms--agitation etc.--off as severe anxiety, especially if you have a history of trauma, & they will give you benzodiazepines. it is in their best interest to keep you docile, i.e. tranquilized, particularly if your past convictions & involuntary institutionalizations revolve around a pattern of aggressive behavior, & that's On The Record/there's a paper trail. (e.g. one dude got arrested trying to keep cars away from an injured bird on the road, some genre of raptor i think (???) by threatening them with a shopping cart, not hitting them, but like, running at them as if to collide then feinting at the last minute so they'd swerve out of the way. not the safest or most effective maneuver, lotta reckless endangerment, but the motivation was admirable. probably put the fear of god into some drivers, though. he doesn't seem to have, like, impulse control.) it's a lot easier & you have fewer run-ins with the cops if you game the system & appear cooperative. they gave me this coat, which "just showed up in their apartment one day," like i did. 44 yr old guy walked me back to apartment, stole a street sign & tore down a real estate sign en route, lori lightfoot did indeed take down the pride flag in front of her house on july 1st & replace it with an appropriately patriotic american flag, i walked past the idling plainclothes cop car & another marked police vehicle with their Mayoral Guarding Detail inside at like 4.30 am smoking a menthol cigarette (not inhaling), high on m*th, draped in a neon anime jacket, in the company of a visibly insane, unshaven & unshorn middle-aged man in a technicolor patchwork trenchcoat, holding a lit cigarette in one hand & an upside-down traffic cone in the other, which he was using as an ad hoc amplifier for a noise track playing on my phone. he was also carrying the stolen real estate banner &, inexplicably, a stack of mail. i gave him my old backup phone (no SIM card & doesn't hold a charge long, ancient, but still works), since neither he nor the other dude have phones (cops took them), also one hybrid edible for each of them, as a thanks for the m*th & the kindness. their hearts are in the right place but they have some fucked-up beliefs about "reverse racism" being real, while also saying in the same breath that you can tell our country is irredeemable by the way it continues to

treat black people. we were discussing medical weed for seizures on medicaid & 44 yr old guy mentioned one of his close friends, a black epileptic woman, whose seizures were frequent & severe enough they prevented her from working. then he added, in apparent bemusement, they she hadn't spoken to him in some time, & he wondered why. a little while later he relayed their last conversation & i was like "my dude, i can say with 100% certainty she is not talking to you because you said some *appallingly*, jaw-droppingly racist shit & did not even realize it was racist." then i, comma, a white person, explained to this man that he literally thought of their exchange as, like, an abstract argument over insignificant ideas, a theoretical exercise, & therefore considered it simply a smug gotcha to "counter" hotep theories about egyptian origin by claiming that "if that's true, american slavery & the oppression of black people in america are divine retribution for the enslavement of the jews in ancient egypt, an eye for an eye & a deserved punishment." like, first of all, what the actual fuck, if i were that woman i would also never speak to you again, second of all there's the collapse of historical time & mythical time, history & exegesis, an assumption that rests on spurious claims of biblical literalism (zionist colonization logic, btw! him: what's exegesis? what's zionism? me: never mind, not the point. exegesis is the interpretation of religious texts in a religious CONtext, in this case what you would likely call the hebrew bible.)--but most importantly it is 100% irrelevant to this discussion whether or not black americans are Actually Factually descendended from ancient egypt! you just told this woman to her face that the ancestry she claims, of which she's proud, is the reason & justification for SLAVERY & BLACK SUFFERING--not only that, but that if it WERE true, than black people would DESRVE to suffer, by DIVINE DECREE. you are trying to force her to abdicate her claim on this heritage by putting her in a position where she'd be forced to concede complicity in her people's historical & present-day persecution, oppression, & essentially the existence of structural racism. & using The Figural Jew as a rhetorical cudgel to bludgeon her into this corner. what a despicable thing to say. like, he hadn't considered it from her perspective at all, & once he groked why the comment itself was, like, unforgivable (idk, maybe she's more forgiving; she has a virtue-name), i started socratic-method-ing him through why it was particularly unforgivable for *him* to say to *her*--the individual is not responsible for the systems from they benefit, but they are imbricated in them, they are implicated when they actively perpetuate & uphold them, even with speech acts. & finally gave the same "there is no such thing as reverse racism because racism is not an individual act, it is an institutional, systemic phenomenon, & it is an ideology, one which individual acts can bear out or be in accordance with, & to which individuals can subscribe (this bearing it out in their behavior, in their institutional roles, in their interpersonal interactions--here i gave & solicited examples of each) or be subject (also gave & solicited examples). m*th makes me very good at Explaining clearly & he was surprisingly receptive--like, it was astonishing that it had not occurred to him??? but it hadn't, the same way it hadn't occurred to my mother, & she interpreted it as "reverse racist" when their next-door neighbor called her the "white devil" for disputing their property line, & i had to be like "ok but if you called in a random third party to mediate in lily-white [city], oregon, where white supremacists openly drive down the street in pickup trucks with swastika armbands, whose side do you think they would take, statistically speaking, in your property dispute. that's why racism is systemic & institutional, & your rude neighbor calling you a name over a disagreement does not constitute 'reverse racism,' because 'reverse racism' by definition cannot

exist." now this dude wants to like, read books, so i gotta get him some entry-level Intro To Racism primers??? how did i end up here, but better me than his black epileptic (ex-)friend, i guess??? jesus christ. both of these guys have the most chaotic, reactionary politics in a potpourri with these deep commitments to abolition & mutual aid & a kind of proto-anarchist consciousness, none of which would be called by those names, but all of which is borne out in practice & in the politics of everyday life. they remind me a LOT of my parents. i'm loath to imagine how they'd internalize my stepdad's rambling, street-preacher-style libertarian lectures. probably go out & buy guns & invest in gold on the stock market & double down on the conviction that free speech is being curtailed & individual rights are in jeopardy because you can no longer unleash a barrage of harassment against some guy on the street because you think he looked at you funny. these claustrophobic convictions, like the space to express oneself is getting smaller & smaller every day, *other people* are taking it away from you, suffocating you on all sides with their offense demanding your silence, they are *making* the walls close in--when in fact it's more like a holodeck. you're a member of the Hegemonic Group, afforded the privilege of the default, so you don't question the vast verdant expanse that is your domain--ah, Free Speech, the sun never sets on the empire of ~uncensored expression, you can say whatever you want whenever you want without facing consequences because you control all the organs that mete out consequences & you have also determined that those groups who might be adversely affected by your words--emotionally OR materially--are not, well...of consequence. but of course the vast verdant domain is an illusion, photons & forcefields, held together by the all-encompassing TOTALITY of the dominant group's hegemony, power, etc. once that power begins to redistribute throughout the system--however unevenly, however incrementally, however slowly--as even the smallest pieces are appropriated by those deemed inconsequential, who have endured years of systemic, material, institutional violence that allowed the dominant group to become dominant & retain its dominant position--once those 'inconsequential' groups speak up & say "actually, these words bear an indelible imprint of the violence enacted upon us, these words are the legacy of that violence, these words are a tacit endorsement of the ideology behind that violence, which classifies us as subhuman, & even if *you* can't hear those echoes, the words broadcast on two historical frequencies, so now that we're able to broadcast on a frequency *you* can hear, we request you find other language, & consider the implications of the words you've been using for years." well--once The Subaltern Speaks, the dominant group loses its 'innocence,' & becomes aware the vast verdant expanse of language is an illusion of infinite space, aware of the four holodeck walls pressing in behind the simulacrum of the horizon, & suddenly "what one can say without negative consequences"--largely social, sometimes, rarely, if social media goes viral, professional--feels much more claustrophobic. so they get angry. & some of them are just bigots, obviously, but some of them--like my parents, &, even, this weirdly well-intentioned m*thhead who said one of the most shockingly racist things i've heard in my life & *honestly didn't understand why it was racist*, is really riled up about free speech & individual rights, hates the government, hates "FANG" (facebook amazon netflix google) & has a bunch of dystopian conspiracy theories about data harvesting & personal information that only miss the mark in that they get too nefariously biopolitical (billionaires want to put microchips in everybody for surveillance to monitor our movements & sell us more stuff; they don't need to, they already use our phone location & browsing habits to generate the algorithm & sell the information to ad companies lol, it's digital& cast a

single illuminati figure in the role of comic book villain, controlling the operation behind the scenes like an evil puppetmaster (classic conspiracy fare; again, we gotta take that energy, that suspicion, the understanding that they are being taken advantage of & tricked, the idea that power & capital & resources are concentrated among a very small number of people, however it's not an individual wealthy villain with a desire for world domination who wants to turn Free Americans into microchipped drones, it's a *class* of people--or rather several classes, but *who those people are as individuals does not matter*. if you guillotined bill gates, another billionaire would take his place. bill gates qua bill gates is not the problem. it is classes of people who control the means of production & own property & profit enormously from exploiting the labor of a desperate, rapidly increasing underclass, i.e. from the system as it is. therefore it is in their interest to maintain the status quo, because it serves them. 'the rich get richer, the poor get poorer.' the middle class gradually ceases to exist. if you want to compound it by race, consider the GI bill as an example - you learn about it as the leg up that enabled thousands of WWII vets to buy houses, enabling them to enter the middle class. hundreds of thousands of third-gen middle class white americans still reap the structural, socioeconomic benefits of their grandparents' initial upward mobility, including,, very tangibly, those selfsame houses, which can be inherited & then rented out as a second property if the children or grandchildren accrue enough money to buy their own properties. but only about 100 black vets got approved for homeownership loans, despite the staggering numbers of black soldiers who enlisted & applied through the GI bill. anyway! the impulses are there, & they're only being funneled into conspiracy thinking because that makes intuitive sense on a narrative level. these guys have a high school education; so does my stepdad. their reading habits are...eclectic, sporadic, pretty much dictated by occasional recommendations & like, little free libraries around the neighborhood. it's both interesting & frustrating to see like - hey, here are these people, we agree on a lot of things, they're earnest & open & want to learn & would give their neighbor the shirt off their backs as a matter of principle. they'd give a *stranger* the shirt off their backs; they'd share whatever they had. even what chores there are in their collective--they live with two other guys--(dumpster diving, walking the dog, tidying up the apartment) are allocated by ability & inclination. they made advance plans to look after the dog & their roommate with War PTSD on the 4th of july if the fireworks upset them, jokingly called the dog an emotional support animal. you give them the tools, the reading, talk to them like normal people with a stake in society--like, imagine a society that would have a stake in people like you instead of criminalizing you & consigning you to the margins! that's already *political imagination* because anyone who occupies a marginalized position will have their existence politicized, whether they want this or not, so better to become a self-aware, self-reflexive political subject, no?--talk *with* them because tbh i am them, i'm just better at situational masking & also i am very very afraid of cops so i only damage property in groups during planned political actions (not spontaneously, because i feel a flash of rage at my neighborhood gentrifying, & simply do not have a superego, so i tear down the real estate sign for the fancy new apartment complex in a fit of pique, because in this house we believe that spontaneity can & should be developed into class consciousness, again, the seeds of which are there in the initial trigger for the spontaneous reaction, i.e. anger at gentrification. not opposed to a little direct action, but they're just gonna put up a new sign tomorrow, it doesn't advance your agenda or hinder the gentrifiers' progress. now, if

you sabotaged the construction site for the new apartment buildings & painted a few potent symbols + graffiti'd a pithy, written statement expressing your opposition to gentrification generally & these apartments specifically? in a prominent place, large font, eye level, visible & legible from oh, a block away? maybe as a member of a collective, your neighbors, perhaps? & you could sign it "[neighborhood] or [block] residents" to pack more of a punch, the power of a crowd speaking in unison to say "not OUR home, you predatory developers"? that's no longer spontaneous, impulsive, affective violence, & it's also no longer an individual--acting alone leaves you vulnerable. again--i didn't just *intuit* that he tore the sign down because he was mad about gentrification, i asked, in a genuinely curious tone, not at all accusatory, no hint of reprimand or censure, just...interested, "why did you do that?" & he was like "it made me fucking mad." & i was like "what about it made you mad? the apartments? how come?" & he thought about it for a minute & explained. i'm not sure *he* necessarily made the conscious connection until prompted. idk, i know people talk a lot about the fact that breitbart & drudge report are free while NYT & "all the news fit to print" is paywalled, & q-pilled covid hoax sites are free while "reputable" pandemic coverage & public health guidelines & explanations of mRNA vaccines for a lay audience are paywalled & that's true but also We Live In A Society & if you talk to the wingnuts who AREN'T that way because of any far-right ideology, a lot of them are just...autodidacts without much formal education but a lot of raw intelligence that leads to analyzing The Big Picture & trying to deduce a pattern, find a framework that explains why the world is the way it is, profoundly frustrated, deeply aware of American society's, universalized & figured as the world's, exceptional unfairness & cruelty, & *that can be redirected* with reading, discussion, prompting critical thought, introducing community connections, & perhaps most importantly for this genre of person, getting them to see patterns at work in terms of systems & structures rather than individuals, letting go of American individualism's explanatory power & belief in its liberatory potential (see: the sort of ad hoc libertarianism that goes hand-in-glove with much conspiracy thinking, both stemming from 1) mistrusting the government, & 2) ultimate freedom of the individual as the most sacred value, therefore it is what all enemies want to take away), outlining positive, actionable goals rather than just ambient suspicion & anger at authority, & figuring out how those goals can be accomplished more effectively by an organized collective (but this will ultimately benefit the individual). If the world isn't run by a shadowy cabal, if you begin to understand the structures responsible & how they manifest even on the scale of your block (e.g.!!! predatory developers buying up properties during a pandemic, tearing down affordable housing to build expensive condos on the lot, or giving old buildings a "spit and polish" so they can double the rent, pricing all the current residents out, not to mention all the little local businesses, almost all mexican & run by the mexican families who live here, that give our block its culture & will get pushed out by boutique coffee shops & the like, catering to a more affluent & almost certainly whiter clientele)--you can, in fact, change the world, something both of them repeatedly referred to as their purpose on earth. it may not be as a maverick figure, one against an army, but strength in numbers is an aphorism for a reason.

anyway! thse guys were also really weird about jews, in the philosemitic way conspiracy theorists of a certain stripe often are. the itinerant vagabond guy gave me one of his drawings; it's really lovely. i'm going to give them "are prisons obsolete?" & "the wretched of the earth" & some david graeber. 44 yr old guy has this idea that society is atomized & people aren't connected to each other & have lost the willingness or the ability to communicate with each other, also that the overreach of authority has driven some people to violence, & that makes the world feel unsafe to everyone else. he feels guilty because he is acutely aware that language, when wielded adroitly & intentionally, always has the capacity to manipulate; he is afraid of succumbing to the temptation, because he senses the coercive power of language within himself. the other guy was mostly quiet but said 44 yr old guy is one of the best friends he's ever had. he thinks animals are able to sense emotions and to heal, & he thinks they can mediate between people who have become too isolated, who have forgotten humans' innate ability to forge connections, approach others as social creatures seeking to bond instead of mistrustful, apprehensive, rejecting overtures of friendship because they expect subterfuge, or propriety has evolved to deem such overtures inappropriate outside of strictly delineated, artificially orchestrated contexts. deviation from the norm is not permitted. & back again to policing. they have an idea called "the omega family," omega for the end, a group of like-minded people who come together, who encounter each other serendipitously (predicted through auspicious auguries & recognized on sight through a constellation of signs & wonders, because of course we are all psychotic here, it was nice to just be psychotic & discuss these things like they were normal lol), & serve as catalysts to each other's "personal truth." anyway this is why i don't go out when i'm crazy, i always end up in situations like this, see also: the last time i did m*th, in a pizza hut bathroom in tallinn with an art student from glascow named muhammad ali (he went by ali), the son of white muslim converts--we thought it was c*ke but it got lost in translation & that's how i figured out i had adhd. later i got [redacted] by a filmmaker from kazan & he gave me his business card afterward for some reason, which was extremely funny. thankfully these dudes were better behaved. one of them even gave a speech about how men shouldn't rape people??? & also how our society shouldn't construct women as universal victims because in doing so it makes victimhood almost compulsory & shoehorns women into a victim role as part & parcel of womanhood? i was like yes my dude you are almost there, read the essay "abject feminism." (i did not tell them i was trans bc i wasn't sure how that would shake down, to be honest; couldn't get a read on it. did tell them i was gay & they respected it, though one did say he dated a lesbian once, & i explained that many men feel compelled to interject with an anecdote relating an exception to the rule or insist that they will he the exception to the rule, & it's really just bad manners, not even getting into the bad politics. he took it on the chin & talked about how the girl in question came home to find her partner dead of an overdose & his wife had just died of MS, so their relationship was more about grief & comfort than sexual attraction. i was like that's really, really sad, & it's wonderful that you were able to be there for each other at a time of such staggering loss, & i am a person who totally understands what you mean to communicate, but if a lesbian tells you they're a lesbian & you reply that you once dated a lesbian & they get offended & instead of responding with contrition or correction you elaborate on the tragic backstory of the relationship as though that explains the circumstances in which a self-proclaimed lesbian would date a cis man, other lesbians *will* deck you, or at the very least not take you, an unwashed white guy in

his 40s who isn't neurotypical & sits way too close for social convention in a way that could easily be construed as a come-on, in good faith.) tl;dr made some new friends, did some good drügs (i much prefer smoking m*th to snorting it, basically like purer, more potent adderall, & as such will not be doing it again for a LONG time, because i enjoy it FAR too much; slices through the brain fog & the chronic fatigue & the joint/bone pain, makes me able to pay attention, follow the thread of a conversation, actually be *interested* & want to ask *questions* & expand, build, encourage my interlocutor to elaborate, place more kal-toh pieces until the conversation shimmers into a three-dimensional shape, instead of being listless & exhausted & disengaged & *bored* all the time, so obviously i would get addicted immediately if given the opportunity, & i've known this forever lol)--now going to hydrate, refill pill case, write some emails, & meet C at the beach! not how i expected to reboot my brain, but it works! also putting them on limited facebook view because i try to keep some groups of people in my life quarantined from each other & that includes 1) my relatives & my academic ~colleagues (ne'er the twain shall meet), 2) my exes & my family, 3) my relatives, colleagues, & uh. a couple of lovely, but extremely psychotic dudes with very long criminal records i met while doing hard drugs

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frosty-the-killer-doll · 3 years

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Just meanstiel things

Horror bingeathon nights

Meg and Dean share bubblegum all the time and just spit it straight into the other’s mouth. They also do this whenever one of them finds an incredibly weird/bad-tasting drink and instead of just giving the other the container, they just take a big swig and spit it directly into the other’s mouth. Yeah they nasty

On the contrary, whenever someone tells Mean they nasty, they immediately start acting like an old married couple calling each other “schnookums” and making kissing faces. Cas deals with it

Mg appreciates Cas’ blunt honesty. It’s a trait that’s slowly rubbing off on her, too, along with Dean

Meg once described Dean as “like if an alt-right southerner hate-fucked a real southerner and out popped a beanie baby that they then heavily traumatized.” As such, his nickname is “deanie baby.”

Meg makes them try crop tops. Bi panic ensues

Meg’s openly bi and polyamorous, so she really helps Dean to understand his own sexuality and the do’s/dont’s of polya

Dean and Cas are super fucking awkward after Cas is revived and god Meg just cannot stop trying to get those boys to make the fuck out already

Like. Seriously. I’m talkin’ mistletoes when it’s not December, I’m talkin’ forging valentine’s when it’s not February, I’m talkin’ Meg sending one of them a bouquet and signing it the other’s name. Sam’s in on it, but only because Meg doesn’t have the money for that type of shit. Before she brought Sam in, she’d just have Ruby mug a bitch

Destiel thinks Meg’s games are cruel, but as long as Destiel keeps coming up to each other just to ‘doublecheck’ that a new thing was Meg’s doing, they have a reason to talk about it, so Meg’s not letting it go because Dean’s a fucking idiot

Everyone knows Destiel’s real. The only ones that don’t know are Destiel. Cas thinks it’s unrequited, while Dean thinks he cannot possibly be into guys. Meg is a big reason why they figured their shit out, mainly because she walked up to them one day, kissed both, and said “we’re dating now” all matter of fact and both were too surprised to respond

Destiel first kissed when Meg dragged them to a bar and forced them on the dance floor. It was not a good kiss, or a long kiss, it kinda just happened because well their faces were so close to Meg’s and Meg was kissing them and it felt weird to not kiss the other. Destiel didn’t want to be rude y’know?

Meg was like fUCKING FINALLY and held their hands on the way to the bathroom so they could figure out how to have a drunken makeout session with three players

Mutually peer pressuring Cas into getting out of his comfort zone

Meg making Dean fully embrace his dorkiness

Dean: “hey meg can you,, teach me how to apply makeup” meg: “i’ve been waiting for this day all my life”

Cas just randomly giving them affirmations about themselves all the time. Like damn boy slow down or they’re going to fall in love w/ you (too late)

Meg and dean have so much pda. Just all the time. Please stop grinding in public you’re mentally scarring the children

Cas really likes holding their hands. Dean likes putting his arms around them. Meg likes hugging them. They’ve attempted to do all three at once multiple times. Bones are broken. They do not stop

Cas takes them to horror houses. First guy that jumped out, Meg decked em. Dean then kicked them. Mean then beat the shit out of this poor actor. Cas watched and did nothing. It has since become a tradition of theirs. They are banned from horror houses nationwide.

Cas and Dean are all sweet domestic bfs. Dean still sputters whenever Cas gives him a lil smooch or puts his hand on his back or matches his stride or puts his hand on his shoulder or they laugh together or when Cas smiles or laughs or breathes-

(and meanwhile Megan™ wakes up everyday and immediately chooses violence)

The biggest wedding. Giant as fuck. Their ceremony crossed multiple state lines

They have an awkward and long discussion about kids, Meg instantly outlining that just because her body is cis that does nOT mean she wants to deal with pregnancy and, quote, “dean your dick don’t work” (transgenderism). After this dramatic talk about their future, Meanstiel decides that Miracle is enough trouble as is, and they’re sure Claire and Jack will still need ‘em, so they’re great where they are now, child-free by choice.

Cas surprises Dean with comic con tickets. Dean makes them cosplay as Cyclops, Wolverine and Jean Grey.

Cas gets Meg really into podcasts

Cas acts as Meg and later Dean’s model for makeup and clothes

Cas is always showering them in gifts. Dean keeps sayin that he doesn’t have to, man, but he secretly really, really likes the look Cas gives Meg or him when they’re excitedly opening a new gift. Meg is always delighted at the presents, but feels just a tad, tiny bit bad that Cas never expects anything in return, so everytime Cas gets them something, Meg and Dean get him something, usually more flashy and more expensive. All three are now competing for best gift giver. It’s a vicious cycle

Meg crudely draws them nsfw art. Cas once tried to pin one on the fridge. So much screaming ensued

Dean and Cas usually fall asleep alone in their bed as Meg is a night owl, but always wake up with her in a dogpile that was definitely started by her

Meg once wore Cas’ suit. Dean was red for days

And if you’re wondering, Cas wore Meg’s clothes because she’d stolen his suit. Meg wears mostly leather and croptops. Dean was red for days

Meg is Dean’s “no personally I’m sexy as hell” to Dean’s “i wanna die lol.” Cas is their “what the fuck you’re both the most beautiful beings on this planet how could you, Dean, be so kept down by self doubt and depreciation and Meg, how could you let yourself be so wrapped up in yourself that you don’t see the pain around you? You’re better than this. Both of you. You’re so much better than what you think you are.” Meg and Dean instantly start crying

As Sam and his quad (eileen, rowena, gabriel) convert the bunker into a hunter center, the three eventually move out and conform to a somewhat normal life in the country, still wreaking havoc and kicking ass, but now they have their own little farm and flowerbeds and tree swing and are happy to be semi-retired from their previously batshit lifestyle. Of course, they take close cases and always help the hunters in need, but they spend most of their afternoons laying in the grass and cloudwatching and snuggling and picniccing and playing with Miracle and swimming in that nifty little lake by the forest’s entry. They’re sweet, and soft, and feel more human than ever. Most importantly, they’re so happy, with themselves and each other. Dean learns to appreciate the little things that make him great, Meg learns to deconstruct her ego and pay attention to what other people need, and Cas finally allows himself to feel all the things that humans feel, and to be honest about them without fear or doubt. They’re just… happy, y’know? They deserve that. They’re in love and they love it

#meanstiel #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #castiel novak #spn cas #meg masters #destiel #megstiel #deanmeg #megdean #spn mean

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spineofdeathwing · 3 years

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An Overdue Apology Letter To The WRA Community

As most of you folks probably already know, I'm Gallows/Jerymiah and I've done a lot of shitty things in the past and some pretty shitty things in more recent times. I want to preface this letter by saying there's no excuses for anything I've done both past and present. While my upbringing, mental health, etc. can be used to explain some of the behavior, they do not excuse it - and they never should. Most people that know of me and don't like me - for very valid reasons of course - are familiar with the person I used to be during the time period of 2015-2016 (along with that stupid fucking thread I had in 2017 with the BLM supporter, which ironically enough I now agree with in present day with everything they said and completely disagree with everything I said back then.) During those years I was an unironic altright troll and in my own words from back then, a "proud fascist". I did and said a lot of really stupid and hateful, downright cruel shit during this time - a lot of it I can't even remember, but the people I hurt back then sure do. I know it hurts them even more to hear I can't even remember who they are or what I did to them, because it's just downright frustrating (to say the least) to have been so vehemently wronged by someone that their cruelty left a lasting imprint on you and yet you haven't been on their mind at all since then. While I may not have specific names and faces to dwell on, I do think back on that time a lot. I agonize over it and despise myself over it. I was bullied all my life relentlessly from preschool to high school, and yet here I was doing that to other innocent people for nothing more than to feel like a big man in front of some douchebags who I wanted to impress for some dumb as fucking shit reason. I can never say sorry enough, I can never change enough to erase what I did back then. No matter how sorry and awful I feel now about that time, it doesn't change the fact that I did it and people are right to hate me and not trust me because of it. While I can happily say I am as far from a nazi/fascist as anyone can possibly be these days, it doesn't erase the fact that at one point in my life I zealously supported this mindset and ideology. I won't waste your time or my own explaining why I had fell in line with fascism and those assholes in Demagogue/Clergy of the Great One... cause it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what my reasons were or what the situation was at the time, or how I was feeling mentally/emotionally at that point in my life. Those things don't excuse what I did, and I can't keep hiding behind them to try and avoid the repercussions of my actions. I hurt a lot of people back then, and I'll never be able to fix that. I can only say that with all of my heart and soul that I am truly, deeply, sorry for everything I did and said back then and that if I could I would take it all back and never go down that path. But life doesn't work like that, and I gotta own up to what I did - which I always have done, but until now I always tried to blame it on those aforementioned excuses rather than just admit to myself instead of trying to explain it all away. Post 2016, I was in a weird and awkward phase where I was trying way too hard to be all-of-a-suddenly PC and friendly with people who really wanted nothing to do with me but were either too polite or just downright terrified of me to say so - I don't blame them. I said some really cringy and weird shit, especially after I was learning more about my own ethnic origins. At the time I had just learned that I had Ashkenazi and Sephardic Jewish ancestry from my abuela and went a little crazy with it, ended up saying something dumb, cringy/admittedly creepy to an artist/rper 'Buttart/Poeful' in an ask on Tumblr at this time which really creeped/weirded her out and I honestly can not blame her for feeling that way and I cannot say sorry enough for this - I'm even cringing looking back at this and thinking to myself, "why the FUCK would you say that to someone??" In 2018 I had a falling out with a friend due to my own actions causing them to distance themselves from me which made me lash out at them in frustration - this was incredibly childish and selfish of me, and I'm deeply sorry to Fig for how I acted at that time. Though I will say this though: I actually reached out to Seb not too long ago to apologize for my own behavior and we actually buried the hatchet after they admitted that the uproar they'd instigated at this time about me (which led to my former friend distancing themselves from me) was entirely fabricated and apologized for it. Nothing had happened at the Halloween RP party event I had cohosted with Basil and Kott, or the farewell to UC event they'd hosted prior that I also helped out with. But more importantly, I acted like an ass and Fig was totally valid to cut me off for it. I still maintain my innocence when it comes to the weirdly specific/similar anonymous ask that Fig's friend Catbat had received trying to warn them about Fig. Which would have been fine, but no... I instead crossed the line by making a new tumblr in order to try and message Fig in order to try and vindicate myself but ended up just acting like a pissy little child - AGAIN, which just overwrote any shred of credibility I might have still had at that point. It'll never be enough to make things right, but I AM sorry about all that Fig. You're a really cool and fun person, I was upset that my own shitty behavior had cost me a good friend, and I unfairly took it out on you or anyone else who supported you during that ordeal - this included Buttart/Poeful. Who is another really cool, fun, and talented person that I'm truly very sorry for how I've treated both back then and recently. I can't take back what I called you, Buttart. But I am sorry I called you the C-word. You didn't deserve that - I let my own paranoia and poor self-control lead me right back into the shithouse and there's no one to blame for how I acted at that time but me. The same also goes to you, Hypna. I blew up on you in Orgrimmar when you had done nothing wrong to me, I went paranoid again of my own fault and lashed out because I know you've always been very vocally opposed to me and my presence in the community. I'm sorry, I really am. I don't really know you, but you seem like a cool enough person - I'm sorry that I couldn't have met you/known you under better circumstances. That can be said for everyone in the WRA/MG RP community who knows me/knows of me, though. I really wish I could fix everything I've done wrong over the years and just start over - but I can't. Life doesn't work that way, you don't get to just say "I'm sorry! D,:" and then everyone instantly forgives you in order to let you try and build back up again with a fresh start. It'd be nice, of course, but it's unrealistic... and that's something I've been fighting against for a long time now and just need to learn to accept. Really all I can do is just say that I'm so sorry to everyone I've ever hurt, and if there's ANYTHING I can do in order to make things even just the tiniest bit better for you - please don't hesitate to confront me and make it known. I will do the very best I can to accommodate your wishes. I don't ask for instant forgiveness or everything to go back to normal, but what I do ask for is a real chance to actually try and start over and earn this community's trust again, and if your view of me will never change - that's okay too. But just leave me alone, okay? That's all I ask, just leave me alone if you don't like me, don't let me live rent-free in your head. I'm not worth it, honestly.

#Story #scumbag #world of warcraft #Wyrmrest Accord #Moon Guard #Harassment #nazis #submission

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pierregasly · 3 years

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Could you break up the generations?

I think you mean the different generations of drivers? If so, here. This is what I have done wit the currently F1 grid to break them up.

Schumi Generation (late 30′s)

Kimi

Fernando

Winning Generation (mid 30′s)

Lewis

Seb: I know Seb is close to the ages of a lot in the Lost Generation but he came in FAR earlier than them.

Lost Generation (late 20′s to early 30′s)

Valtteri: he is really the only still-racing current LG racer to have gotten his chance and failed. He’s been in Merc for years and still hasn’t beaten Lewis. I understand there is a little bit of favoritism but nothing compared to what you’ll see at Ferrari or at RB.

Daniel: Had his chance and foresaw exactly what I’ve been trying to say. The team continually prioritized Max over him and instead of sticking around he hedged his bets at another team. It’s a little tragic because he will never get picked up a team capable of a championship and even though he is championship material, he will never win one.

Daniil: All I can say is... at least he got a second chance.

Checo: Deserves to be in F1 and deserves to have had a chance at a higher team. But he didn’t really.

Kevin: Same for Checo.

Romain: At least he has many podiums. I don’t think we ever expected him to get a lot better but still... there is a trend here.

Middle Generation (early 20′s to mid 20′s)

Charles: Stuck in a shit car with Ferrari. He’ll be in his mid-20s by the time that Ferrari maybe gets their shit together. By then, Mick will be around... in a team that always prioritized another driver immensely... how do you believe that will be?

Max: Championship material. The team can’t pull the car and their shit together for him. His placing in the championship is clouded by Merc dominance.

Carlos: Place holder until Mick shows up at Ferrari in two years time.

Esteban: Will probably never be in a higher team. Destined for the mid-field for the rest of his career. I didn’t expect too much from him but it’s still a little sad.

Pierre: He will probably never get a chance in a championship winning car again. They will always prioritize younger drivers over him to place into the seat. Best I can see is if RB, in the future, has no other choice. Best thing for Pierre is the escape the RB family like Carlos if he ever wants to save his career. In my opinion, he's a better driver than Carlos by ten-fold and look what Carlos managed to do to his career. I can possibly see him taking over Seb’s seat at RP after he leaves in about two years time. #PIERREINGREEN (I am calling it). Or I can see him taking Esteban’s seat at Renault (which would be maximum PIESTEBAN ANGST).

Lance: Will remain at RP probably picking up podiums for the rest of his career. He doesn’t catch me as championship material but I can see him up there.

Antonio: I placed him with the generation because although he came in with the younger generation he is MG by far. Anyways, I see him hanging around AR for 1-2 years before they pull up a Ferrari junior.

Young Generation (early 20′s)

Alex: A little older than all the rest of these guys. I can’t see his career going much anywhere, sorry.

Lando: Safe at McLaren.

George: Headed for Merc and championships.

Nicholas: Headed for obscurity probably.

Mick: Headed for Ferrari in a few years time and will probably end up prioritized.

Nikita: Problem child. Don’t have much to comment on.

Anyways. You see what I mean? All in all I see a lot of negative set backs and hold backs for the MG. The difference between the LG and the MG is that the MG generation are all getting their chances in top teams just at HORRIBLE timing. Pierre? Too soon. Charles? Ferrari is garbage. Carlos? A place holder. Antonio? Too late. Max? Merc storm above his head. Lance and Esteban seem set for what they’re capable of though.

By the end of 2020 we will only have Valtteri and Daniel of the LG in F1 (if you believe Yuki is get for AT--which is all but pretty much confirmed). Valtteri’s career is over the moment George steps into that seat. And Daniel? Midfield and possible podiums for the rest of his career.

The lucky thing? After 2021 I can’t see very many (maybe 1 max 2) young guys in F2 who are going to push up to F1. Maybe Christian L, maybe Theo P and Callum, Guanyu Z or Logan S. Fernando blocked any of the Renault younglings from moving up and they’d have to kick Esteban after 2021 to move one of them up. In summary, I am hoping F1 cools down for a few years.

#flood pressles box #sincerely anonymous

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ddaengyoonmin · 5 years

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Chapter 5

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Genre: DystopianFuture!au; Prison!au; historical and mythological characters; based on the Fate/ anime series. Fluff, Angst, Smut (it’s gonna be real smutty in some chapters 😳) Action and fighting will be a definite theme.

Pairing: poly!Ot7 X Reader -there will be some three(maybe even more)some smut in future chapters

Warnings: Fingering, Unprotected sex, voyeur and exhibitionism?

Word count: 4.8k

Taglist: @bellexwriter @3rachascompass

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@em1joon @aclp-jb1d @monvieesdaebak @mother-forker @karissassirak

@littlebluebird-al @namjoonsslutakakoreanmanswhore @d-noona

(if i forgot you let me know lol i suck at taglists but i try my best!! <3 )

As the car continued to speed down the road, Yoongi's foot was shaking on the pedal. He’d had his fair share of experiences racing away from a terrifying situation, but nothing compared to this. His palms sweat, slipping slightly on the steering wheel as he made a sharp turn. The brutal sight from mere minutes ago playing in his mind on a loop.

About twenty feet up in the air a silver camera drone hovered. Almost as if it had eyes, Yoongi felt its stare intruding into the windows of the car. Yoongi rolled down his driver’s side window.

“Did you like that you sick fucks? Did we put on a good show for you?” He screamed out, putting his arm out the window and sticking his middle finger up at the drone, At the world, at the viewers who were probably all comfortable on their couches with popcorn and other snacks while they watched that gruesome event play out. Some had probably even cheered when the team was taken out. If they had a bet going on they may have just won some money off the deaths that took place.

Yoongi was growing nauseous at that thought, and put his foot to the gas even more, wanting to be home and indoors where the cameras wouldn’t follow.

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When the car pulled into the garage, the rest of the group assumed the same roles they had done the last time. You slid off the back of the trunk shakily as Jimin held out a hand to steady you on your way down.

“Thanks” you mumbled.

“Of course, you okay?”

“Been better” you shrugged. You had thought that nothing could ever terrify you more than Vulcan did. Yet, today had proved you wrong. When you were faced with your possible demise, you had a thought. You didn’t want to leave this world, not yet, you still needed more time with these men.

Master, his cold way of dealing with you still hadn’t turned you off from the idea that he was still someone you wanted to be close with.

Jin, his caring nature, the way he carried you to the couch, and constantly checked in on you.

Hoseok, you hadn’t gotten extremely close with him, but you really like him and his ready to go attitude that really encouraged the rest of the team, and kept them positive despite what you were all going through.

Namjoon, the way he cared about his teammates, taking on a lot of the hard decisions and playing mediator even when he had his own shit going on, you knew that took a toll on him, but he didn’t show it.

Jimin, the beautiful man who made you feel so good nights ago. You had grown fond of his smile, and his warm heart. He was moody and a bit rash at times, but he was good, and kind to you.

Taehyung, the man you had felt comfortable talking to about your past. He listened well, and he didn’t seem to judge you for anything. If he did, he’d never said a word. He felt like safety in this world that was currently anything but.

And lastly Jungkook, the awkward shy man, who you noticed was scared and probably wanted to run away from this whole thing and never look back. Yet, he stayed with his teammates, not wanting to let anyone down and still trying his best.

These men, your team mates. You weren’t ready to leave that behind.

So, for the first time in your life, or second life, whatever it may be...you were truly afraid of death. You felt that ticking clock of mortality telling you that there wasn’t enough time, that there might never be enough time with them.

You were torn away from your thoughts when two strong arms were pulling you into a hug. Which surprised you, the men had tried their best to keep skinship with you to a minimum so as not to risk getting carried away with the lustful feelings.

It was Jin, he had pulled you in tightly, and you accepted it, wrapping your arms around his waist and locking them behind his back.

He didn’t say a word, just holding you there for a minute in the garage. You realize everyone had left and you’d been standing there in a daze, which must’ve worried Jin.

When he pulled back he gave you a small smile and patted you on the head.

“I needed that” you spoke softly.

“Yeah me too actually” he chuckled, then looked down at the small tent in his pants that had formed and sighed “Yeah that’s not my fault.” He winked

You giggled “yeah, my bad”

“Mmm, not sure if I’d call it bad” Jin brought his hand to your face and brushed your cheek lightly with his thumb.

You felt a shiver run up your spine, and a small tingle of pleasure at his gentle and loving touch.

“You know I really wish we could. But I won’t force myself on you like Yoongi did” he frowned

“Yoongi didn’t force himself on me” you looked down and shuffled your feet

“Bullshit. You’re telling me you let him treat you that way?” He shook his head, not believing you.

“I did. And he could do it again. He can do whatever he likes to me. He’s my master” you snapped, taking a step back from Jin.

“Hey hey hey, I’m sorry okay...I just find it hard to believe that you’re okay with that. I’m just worried about you.” He sighed again “just don’t think you have to let him treat you that way. You don’t deserve it” Jin stepped forward, kissing you on your forehead and letting his lips linger there for a while.

“Thanks for your opinion” you said in a monotone voice. Not wanting to discuss this further.

“So you really want him…” he grumbled.

“I want all of you...but I want him most” you whispered.

Jin nodded, “well, I’ll try not to be too hurt by that. At least I’m a contender huh?”

“I really do like you too Jin, please just don’t worry about how I deal with Yoongi and our... relationship….”

Jin grinned “okay, I’ll do my best to stay out of it. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to worry okay?”

You nodded.

“Do you think…” he paused. Debating on if he should finish. “Do you think the others would be mad if you slept with me tonight?”

You raised your eyebrows “I mean, Namjoon set rules right?”

“Oh! No no, I meant like, just sleeping, literal sleeping, like...you share my blankets and pillows with me, maybe...we cuddle or something. Nothing more” he ran his fingers through his hair, suddenly getting nervous like a schoolboy asking out his first crush.

“I’m not sure what they’d think” you chuckled “but if they don’t mind. I’d love to”

Jin nodded his head up and down quickly “I-I’m gonna ask about that.” He sped over to the door into the house, holding it open for you to go in first. You felt his eyes locked on you as you walked into the house and to the kitchen for something to drink.

Jin didn’t know how much longer he could take this. He needed you, and he wished that you loved him most. It seemed that your affections leaned towards Yoongi more than anyone else, maybe all you really wanted from the others was sex and nothing more. But, Jin was convinced he could show you how a good man would treat his woman, and maybe then…

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Everyone had grabbed something from the kitchen to either drink or eat before settling down to sit on their beds. It wasn’t quite evening yet, but each of them had exhausted expressions. Taehyung was trying to comfort Jungkook who still was slightly in shock.

They were rightfully shaken up.

Namjoon finally spoke up.

“So, I know it's hard to think of what happened today as a good thing. But, it wasn’t us that got taken out. So we have reason to feel some relief.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “Yeah I’ll feel relieved when it’s over”

“Well I think we have reason to feel grateful. Goddess saved us back there. You saw what happened to the others, that could’ve easily been us.” Taehyung spoke, casting a smile your way, “That was good thinking distracting Archer.”

You didn’t want to admit that distracting her wasn’t quite your plan, but yes, things did all work out.

Yoongi scoffed and rolled his eyes for a second time.

Jimin jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow. “If you don’t start being nice to her I swear I’m not talking to you anymore. She’s been nothing but kind and helpful since the moment she got here. Hell, she’s even put up with your sour attitude better than your own friends here have. So I think it’s time to put whatever shit you have going on behind you and start appreciating YOUR servent”

Yoongi suddenly frowned and looked down to the floor.

“I’m sorry….” he muttered.

“To us? Or to her?” Jin asked, “because I don’t think you should apologize to any of us before you’ve made things right with her.”

Yoongi didn’t quite know what to say. How could he possibly put what he’d been feeling into words, who could possibly understand? If he said what was honestly on his mind would that make things better? Or should he just tell them what they want to hear, then everything can go on like sunshine and rainbows even when he knows it’s not.

Jimin spoke before Yoongi had made a decision on that.

“I think Yoongi's issue here is...that he hates the Escape war. He hates everything it stands for and he holds a grudge against society for making it acceptable. And unfortunately goddess here is a part of that system that you hate right?” Jimin turned to Yoongi meeting his eyes.

Yoongi nodded shamefully “I don’t want any of this. I don’t want to be a master, I just want to serve my time and live my life here in red brick like anyone else. And every time I see her, or hear her speak. I’m reminded that I’m a part of a sick game that rich fucks created to fill their wallets.”

The room fell silent for a long while. No one quite knew what to say to make Yoongi feel better.

“Did you ever think that I didn’t ask for any of this either?” You spoke, breaking the quiet. “That I’m no less of a victim in all of this than you are? I don’t represent thing sick game any more than you do Master. But you know what? I was happy that I was summoned here the moment I saw you, when I asked who my master was, and you spoke, I couldn’t have been more excited to get to know you and be on your team. Not because I was excited to win, or kill, but because of you and the goodness I saw in your eyes. I love you Master, why won’t you accept me?” Tears started to form in your eyes as you spoke. All eyes in the room were shifting back and forth between you and Yoongi, wondering how he’d respond.

His mouth hung open, like words were trying to come out but being held back.

What he did next wasn’t unexpected, but it didn’t stop you from letting out a loud sob while he stormed silently out of the room and into his bedroom.

Jin shook his head angrily. The rest of the group were motionless and still deep in thought about your confession.

“You love him?” Jimin spoke quietly.

“I don’t know what else to call it…” you muttered. “It’s like I told Jin earlier...I care for all of you, but Master...what I feel for him is more”

“So do you love me?” Jin spoke. It caught you off guard, you didn’t quite know if you could call your feelings for the rest of them love. Lust? Yes. Protectiveness? Also yes. Love? What even is love? You just confessed that you loved Yoongi, but did you even know that it was what you felt?

The next series of events happened far too quickly for you to stop.

“If anything she’d love me. She kissed me, and touched me. And we understand eachother” Taehyung's chest puffed out with pride as he confessed.

“Well she might love me too since I went down on her, and we understand each other as well” Jimin shrugged.

The rest of the group sat wide eyed and in shock at their admission of breaking Namjoons rules.

“W-what?” Jungkook stuttered staring at Taehyung with a look of betrayal.

Jin stiffened and fell quiet and still. Hoseok chuckled and patted Jimin on the back as if to say ‘nice one’. Namjoon on the other hand looked furious.

“Did I not say…” He started. Then he looked to you, his face growing red and angry “Did you make them do this?”

You couldn’t find the right words to say, you were embarrassed and ashamed. The last thing you wanted was to cause tension in the group. You felt that Namjoon now saw you how most men had always seen you, a temptress and a witch who lured men into her spell of lust.

Jimin stepped in before you came up with something to say.

“Namjoon stop. If anything it was my fault, she honestly tried to talk me out of it at first. I’m sorry I broke the rules. But I think it was a ridiculous rule in the first place. You know we all want her, and it’s not that easy to hold back.”

Namjoon’s eyes narrowed “Fine then.” he said coldly “Fine. No more rules. Everyone just do whatever you’d like with her then.”

The room was in shock at the lift on Namjoons ban.

“Obviously if she wants to, which I don’t see being an issue. I mean that's your whole thing right?” Namjoon looked your way a hint of disgust in his tone that made you feel ashamed.

You frowned slightly

“Y-yeah. That’s my thing I guess” You stammered with an almost sarcastic tone, feeling slightly annoyed at the way he had just spoken to you. Like a toy, like all you were good for was sex and putting out when someone wanted it from you. You’d like to think that you were more than that, but your past experiences didn’t really give you much of a defense.

Namjoon sighed and stood up from his chair, “I’m gonna go get Yoongi” he grumbled as he left.

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The rest of the night was awkward. All of your team seemed to not know how to handle Namjoon’s rule being ended. Should they give it a try? Your reaction definitely didn’t seem like you were happy about it, and as irresistible you were to them, they weren’t going to force you into anything.

When it came time to sleep you settled down on the couch, everyone including Yoongi and Namjoon were settling into their places in the living room and quickly falling asleep.

Just as you were about to shut your eyes and do the same, a soft voice hit your ears from the side of the couch.

“I suppose that means my proposition earlier is fine...if you still want to?” Jin whispered.

You looked down to where he laid right below you along the length of the couch. He smiled up at you, with a hopeful expression.

You were happy that you hadn’t crushed his spirits earlier with everything that had gone down. You really did like him too, he meant a lot to you. When he asked you if you loved him, you wanted so badly to tell him that you did, even if you didn’t. Just to see the way his face would light up at your words. You wanted him happy, and loved.

“Of course.” You whispered back with a smile. Quietly you lower yourself down onto the floor, he held his blanket up for you to get under, he was shirtless and wearing only a pair of light pink sweatpants. Almost instantly he pulled you tightly into himself, your back pressed against his hard and muscular chest, an arm clutching you around your waist holding you tightly to him.

You could feel his erection start to grow against your backside. You knew he couldn’t help it, it was just the spell, you told yourself.

But, feeling wanted by this kind and caring man had you feeling better about the day’s events, and you found yourself wiggling slightly against the hardness in the front of his pants, rubbing your ass against him.

He reacted instantly to the feeling, shutting his eyes tightly and bringing his head to rest on your shoulder and his cheek against your own. He let out a small moan as you continued.

“Fuck baby. Don’t stop doing that” he whispered into your ear.

You started to press your hips harder back into him, rolling them in small circles and rubbing against him. His hand now moved from your waist and clutched your hip, holding you tightly to himself as you moved. He moaned lightly again and you could feel his chest start to rise and fall quickly as his breathing increased. You felt your own arousal growing as you continued, the hot sticky wetness that was now underneath your dress proving how turned on you were from this.

“You’re making me want to fuck you right here.” He murmured.

As much as you felt like you were only proving Namjoon right at this point, you couldn’t deny how badly you wanted to do exactly that.

Fuck it, maybe sex was something that you just couldn’t resist, but that didn’t mean you weren’t more than that. And you weren’t going to pass up this opportunity just because of what Namjoon said.

You grabbed Jins hand that was on your waist, moving it down and underneath your dress to your dripping center, holding tightly onto his wrist as his fingers started to find their way between your folds. You shivered at the feeling and your hips pressed back into him making him groan.

“Shh” you quietly giggled.

You felt Jin smile against the skin on your neck where he was now leaving light kisses.

Jin's fingers started to circle your clit, making you gasp out.

“Hey, shh” he chuckled, laughing at the hypocrisy of you being noisy right after shushing him.

After circling around your clit for a few moments, his fingers trailed their way down and to your entrance. He nipped your ear lightly as one of his fingers entered into you. You tried your best to be quiet, biting your lip at the feeling. Then another finger entered, and he started to slowly move them in and out, curling them and brushing against your sensitive walls.

You wanted to moan and scream with pleasure but continued to bite your lip holding back your noises, not wanting to wake your teammates. You don’t quite know why, but you’d feel slightly embarrassed if anyone woke up and caught you like this with Jin.

Jin continued a steady pace of in and out, soft kisses trailing up and down your neck as he did, loving the way you’d move your hips against him when he’d brush against a spot or touch you in a way that seemed to feel exceptionally good.

Your breathing was quickened and shallow, trying your best to not let out a scream that was building in your stomach next to the orgasm that was building under Jin’s fingers.

“Cum for me Goddess” he whispered into your ear.

And that was your undoing. You let out a long exhale as your walls convulsed and tightened around his fingers. Your orgasm flooding over you, pure bliss hitting every inch of your body. You shook and wiggled against him as you came.

“Fuck baby, you’re so hot” Jin brought his fingers out of you and to his lips. You turned your head just in time to see him take the two fingers that were covered in your juices and bring them past his soft plush lips, sucking on them and releasing them with a quiet pop.

“And delicious” he added

You lean your head forward to him, your eyes locked on those tempting lips.

He met you halfway and his lips touched yours passionately and heavily. His kisses were sloppy but somehow precise at the same time. You could easily get lost in them for hours if he’d let you.

You felt him reach a hand down, adjusting his pants to be able to pull out his cock. You could now feel him against your ass as your dress was pulled up past your waist. You repeated your previous motions, rubbing against him and rolling your hips in circles against him.

“Goddess. You are so perfect.” he muttered, his lips brushing against your ear now.

“Can I?” he whispered, now moving to position his cock at your entrance that was still soaked from your orgasm.

“Yes. Please” you moaned.

Jin then slowly started to lift his hips, pushing himself into you every so slightly, and groaning softly with every small movement.

Once he was completely inside of you, his hand gripped your hip tightly and he held you still as he somehow pushed up even further. You let out a small gasp at how deep inside of you he was, which caused him to chuckle and bring his other arm under your head. He brought two fingers to your lips, and you instantly parted your mouth. He pushed his fingers inside, his way of trying to keep you quiet most likely. You started to suck on his fingers, flicking your tongue along them as he pushed them deeper into your mouth. Jin now started to slowly move his hips, moving himself in and out of you.

You hadn’t seen his cock, only felt it, but the way that it filled you up you could only assume he was huge. Much longer than Yoongi had been.

Jin growly softly as he started to pick up his pace, rolling his hips quickly and gripping your hips tightly, his fingertips digging into your side as his hips smacked against your ass.

“Shit” he gasped a bit too loud. Suddenly you felt his whole body still, and his hand grip tighter onto you. He was hissing softly, and you could now feel a warmness hitting your walls, and his body starting to shiver against you as he breathed heavily.

“Fuck.” he winced. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, turning to look at you with an embarrassed expression.

“I’m so sorry, that came out of nowhere” he spoke shyly. “No pun intended…” he added starting to laugh at his own joke.

“It’s fine” you smiled and brought your lips to his shaking mouth, planting a soft kiss. “You are amazing.”

“Yeah?” Jin grinned widely “You’re more amazing. That felt too good”

“Yeah. It sounded like it.” A voice grumbled from the other side of Jin. You jumped with surprise, Your hand shot up to your mouth and your eyes widened.

Jin was equally as taken back by the voice, and he mouthed an ‘oh my god’ at you.

“Maybe let me join in next time if you’re going to be so obvious about it. I probably would have lasted more than a minute” the voice belonging to Hoseok whispered again, he lifted his head looking at Jin, then to you and winking.

“Yeah right, maybe next time buddy.” Jin chuckled and rolled his eyes, putting himself back into his pants now and pulling you into him for some cuddles.

“I’ll hold you to it.” Hoseok teased. Though part of you knew he probably wasn’t kidding. For the first time your mind imagined a scenario of all of these men at once and you, all of them standing naked worshipping your body and touching every inch of you. You smiled and felt a warmness grow in your cheeks while you pictured it. It was a selfish thought, but now it was stuck in your mind all the way until you drifted to sleep in Jin’s arms

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The next morning your group decided to do another patrol of the city, Hoseok had suggested venturing out a little further than your own neighborhood. He felt the best strategy was just to get in the middle of things and hope for the best. Jungkook seemed terrified of that idea, but being the youngest he tended to try and hold back from arguing too much decisions that the others made.

Namjoon agreed as long as Yoongi was alright with it. Which he was.

As the eight of you filed into the garage and to the car, Yoongi pulled you aside from the group for a moment.

He had grabbed your arm to pull you away and your heart fluttered wildly at his touch.

“So I was caught up to speed on everything that happened after I left yesterday.”

You felt slightly embarrassed that he now knew you’d been with Taehyung and Jimin, and possibly he now knew about Jin, considering that you two weren’t as quiet as you’d thought.

“Oh?” you stared at him wide eyed.

“ Yeah. So. Just…” Yoongi stuttered, then paused a moment

“Just, try not to break their hearts while you make rounds fucking the entire group. That’s the last thing we need here trying to win this war” he grumbled.

It seemed like that wasn’t what he had planned to say when he first pulled you aside, maybe he had meant to use kinder words, or even talk to you about the fact that you had said you loved him. Yet, instead, staying true to all his previous interactions with you, he was simply cold and mean.

You frowned and nodded as he stomped away to the drivers side of the car and got inside, slamming the door behind himself. You could see him mouth something to himself as he ran his hands through his hair nervously and quickly.

Jimin now approached, offering you a helping hand as the two of you got up on the trunk beside Jungkook.

“So you and Jin now too huh?” He smirked.

“Ahhh shit, did everyone hear?” you groaned

“Yeah…” Jungkook said on the other side of you. You sighed and shook your head.

“Do you really want all of us like that?” Jungkook spoke almost inaudibly, not meeting your eyes as he talked. You thought for a moment, and figured it’d be best to be honest.

“Yes…” you answered “Yeah. I do.”

“Even me?” Jungkook squeaked. The innocence in his voice made you smile. And you could hear Jimin chuckle on the other side of you.

“Yes even you Kook”

He instantly became extremely shy and embarrassed, which was honestly incredibly adorable to you.

“Maybe some time we can, huh?” you told him. Now you were picturing it. Sweet Jungkook moaning underneath you, eyes wide as he came from the pleasure that you’d give him...

He nodded, still avoiding your eyes. How cute.

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Things were eerily quiet as your team drove around the buildings of Red Brick. The other prisoners still kept in their houses, trying to avoid any crossfire.

The car was now reaching the church, and you felt yourself tense up. You knew he’d be there, right at the top like he was before.

“Can we go down this street?” you yelled out, pointing to a street with a lot of tall shops and buildings and looking like a ghost town with no one working or shopping.

You saw Yoongi shrug and do as you suggested. You let out a sigh of relief at not having to drive past the tower where you knew Vulcan sat.

As your team's car drove down the abandoned streets a loud revving sound rang out from above. You looked up to the buildings to see an older man on top of a building, sitting tall and confidently on a motorcycle looking down at you. His team also stood there, all older men, each of them looking at least 60 or older, with long gray hair and grey beards. The servant grinned and let out a loud belly laugh upon seeing you. His hands clutched the handlebars of his sparkling motorcycle, red and white with blue stars decorating it.

His voice boomed out loud, echoing down the whole street. Almost as if he was speaking for the cameras and for the audience. His showmanship was definitely apparent. He seemed to be from a much later time in the world than you had lived.

“Gather round ladies and gentleman. For my next trick, I will jump from this building, taking out the legendary Aphrodite. One step closer to winning the escape war.”

His long red white and blue cape flew in the wind.

The rider servant.

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vegalocity · 5 years

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I wanted to do some designs that were more Magical Girl Esque for Miraculous Ladybug, and by the time I started drawing Chat it was officially a Sleepless Domain AU because Sleepless Domain is a really interesting deconstruction of Magical Girl tropes and conventions without being overly hopeless like other deconstructions usually are.

(if you’re thinking ‘where’s Nino?’ he’s at the bottom of the cut so please don’t reblog this asking that)

for those who aren’t usually into webcomics, here’s the basic rundown and how the ML crew would fit into it:

The world of sleepless domain is... I suppose one could call it a post-post apocalypse along the limnes of Nausicaa and the Valley of the wind. Where something deeply magical and horrible ravaged the lang long ago. But this one city, currently unnamed, has been rebuilt in thanks to the magic they have sustained. This magic takes two forms. The barriers, and the Magical Girls.

The Barriers are in fact two of a kind, the outer barrier and the inner barrier. The outer barrier keeps the monsters out for most of the day, it’s a huge dome like structure that surrounds the city, no one can go in or out when the outer barrier is up. But the Outer barrier needs recharging for about 4 hours every night, from 10pm to 2am. And when the outer barrier goes down, the inner barrier forms. The inner barrier is a sort of seal along every closed surface of the city, it can be breached if a monster is strong enough or has enough time to chip at it, but it can also be opened from the other side by the people inside.

Which is where the Magical Girls come in. It’s currently rooted in mystery just how and why they get their powers, but when a girl gets her powers she’s usually around age 14, where she gets a mysterious, cryptic dream (some claim their dreams are creepy or depressing, while others find them almost serene) which ends with something, everyone knows there’s more to their dream but can’t remember it for the life of them. and when they wake up their hair and/or eyes have changed to some unnatural color, and a mark of the same color has been left somewhere on their body. The powers usually leave when they become a young adult. it’s not been specified if there’s an exact age, but the 18-20ish area seems most likely.

The Magical girls are tasked with fighting the monsters as the outer barrier goes down so as to make sure they don’t attack any helpless civillians on the inside of the inner barrier. there’s a lot of commentary on how Magical Girls are treated as both quasi-diefied saviors and straight up commodities throught the story. And as such it’s encouraged that Magical girls work in teams to maximize profit.

So this is the real shit on how Team Miraculous fits into the story

So Team Miraculous is a Non thematic team, in that despite all of them being based off of animals, they weren’t recruited with the intent on being a matched set. Thematic teams are usually shown to be thematic by having similar outfits, complimentary color schemes, and matching Marks.

Team Miraculous’ Animal theme is mostly coincidence.

So, as for the Ml kids themselves:

Marinette is the daughter of a former magical girl, Sabine Cheng AKA Shooting Star from the thematic Team Star. Sabine was... one of those kids that the city doesn’t like to talk about, someone who had a kid while she was still an active magical girl. Thankfully Team Star was only quasi popular and more of a ‘cult following’ than more overtly famous, so when Sabine quietly retired less of a fuss was kicked up than it could have been. It’s not a very common thing to have a kid while still a magical girl, but there is a precedent. When Marinette was born Sabine’s magic left her, and went into Marinette. There wasn’t much of a change other than her eyes. the color of Sabine’s magic. So when Marinette got The Dream it was inevitable. Sabine herself mostly encouraged Marinette to persue becoming a proper Magical Girl and as it turns out, the Magic that had left Sabine is now hers to channel.

Miraculous Ladybug’s power is not only Unlimited Lucky Charms (because we have no need for ML’s nerfing of the main characters anymore) but also ‘Lucky Streak’ which is based on her PV powers a little. Basically for a limited time whatever she’s attempting to do will turn out well for her, like the marvel lady Domino.

For the sale of a Five Man Band, and also the iconique nature of the black Cat, Adrien had to be here too, so since there’s already one instance of ‘trans women are real women you fuckwads’ in Sleepless Domain, i’m throwing another in the ring. Adriana Agreste. However unlike Zoe, Adriana was thankfully allowed to come out on her own terms. Mr. Agreste took it... surprisingly well. It was when, two weeks later, that Adriana woke up with black hair and her scleras turned green that he freaked out. THAT’s the fight of the century right there. that’s Daddy dearest confining her to her room, insisting any tutor he could hire would be EONS better than anything at the Magical Girls Only Highschool in the city, and that’s when Adriana sneaks out. She’s not sneaking out to go to Future’s Promisce, she’s sneaking out to register herself she wants to fight, to have this peice of her mother, and maybe understand her sacrifice a little better, her father finds out of course, but adriana’s refusing to stop, After she got registered her counsilor offered to move her into Future’s Promisce’s dorms. So she’s given Gabriel an ultimatum. Either he lets her go to public school and fight, or she’s moving out, needless to say, Gabriel relents. And that’s how she meets Ladybug and the two become the founding members of Team Miraculous.

As Miraculous Cat Her powers have been tweaked a bit from canon. Altering Cataclysm to only work on Monsters, but only on monsters that have solid physical forms. If she can grab hold if it she can turn it into dust. But this pwoer takes a lot out of her. She can either do it one time a night on a large monster, or multiple times a night on small monsters. But alongside that she has that Calamity power that was hinted at in earlier notes and the PV, in that she can summon bad luck and cast it on monsters. Creating damages based on their surroundings.

Alya’s as she always was as a character backstory. Her mother’s a chef, her father works with animals (though likely he just runs a shelter instead of a zoo since you know... dome city) But her older sister is an MG who just very recently lost her magic and is going to college. Alya still wants what she always wanted, to be a journalist and discover the truth. After what Nora went through as a Solo Magical Girl she wants to be the champion of the MG’s, since most news sites tend to lean into the idea of magical girls as they’ve been socially percieved as, Alya wants to show the world that magical Girls really are normal girls. That they don’t just exist to fight and die for the city. They have their own hopes and dreams. Sleepless DOmain seems to have decided that home technology ended around the mid 90′s since CD’s and corded phones are the norm, so Alya’s Self published journalism outlet is a newspaper instead of a Blog. She’s barely into making the deals with the printing company when she gets the Dream, and decides that’s even better, giving the city a first person perspective as a Magical girl. She opts to join her childhood friend Marinette’s team and become Miraculous Fox, since they’re already non thematic and it’d be easier to work with someone she already knew.

Alya still has an illusion based power of course, unlimited Mirage and all that. but most notably she’s the recon lady. able to summon a small orange fox that can do low level damage to enemies and more importantly she can see through its eyes so they don’’t have to rush into battles blind. She communicates with her fox with her flute when the little guy’s away from her. And she’s almost always seen taking notes on battles and what she learns from other MG’s for the next edition of The Magical Girl Banner

Chloe, of course, doesn’t initially go into this with the right intent in mind. when she was a kid she’s often try to dye her hair and draw marks on her skin in marker, claiming that she got her magic early. She wants the notoriety and fame that comes with being a Magical girl, and using the unfounded rumor that her family is actually descendant from the Founder herself as a reason why she DESERVES to get her magic early. of course, when her frequent target arinette is first to transfer out of their class due to actually BECOMING a magical girl, Chloe is pissed an flips a 180 on her stance, saying that being an MG is overrated anyway. then Cesaire transfers out too, then Lahiffe is asked to be their group’s manager. Chloe is so enraged by seemingly everyone around her becoming MG’s and not her, that whens he finally DOES get her magic she almost turns it down. especially since, for all her attempts to look like she got her powers early, they actually developed in her a year LATER than they should have. Straight up when she comes to class the next day to boast her ACTUAL magic, nobody belives her, thinking she simply put in yellow eye contacts. her hair doesn’t look particularly darker than it was before, her scleras don’t turn black until she’s transformed, and her mark is barely visible when stood against her skin. She ends up on Team Miraculous initially out of necessity, but that’s only the START of her character arc.

Chloe’s magic is more similar to Queen Wasp than Queen Bee. not unlike Alya she has a swarm of bees at her disposal, magic bees of course, they in fact help her fight. her most notable move is sending them swarming on monsters. But instead of paralyzing anything, the bees will turn into small lightning bolts, turning into an inescapable fury. She probably COULD use her bees to paralyze a monster, but that’s more being a team player than Chloe can do right now.

And Finally Kagami. Kagami is also as she always was. a long standing family, rumored to have had Magical girls in the line since Magical Girls first came about. The eldest daughter in every generation of theirs has become a Magical girl, and that runs true again in Kagami. She was groomed form childhood to fight, learning swordsmaship, archery, fighting with a bo staff, and learning any and all magical theory. her family are one of the ones that worship the deified idea of the founder, so it’s no surprise that Her Mother’s first step after Kagami becomes a magical girl is to get her registered and enroll her at Future’s Promisce. What she DIDN’T expect was her mother to dump her off at the dorms, give her a quick ‘behave yourself’ talk, and then leave. Kagamis’ mother was the second oldest, the only reason she inhereited the family name was the fact that her sister had died long ago. Kagami justifies being arguably abandoned at age 14 with her mother holding a secret resentment toward magical girls. The magic that took her sister away, and threatens to take her daughter too. That’s why she traiend Kagami but then sent her away. that’s why her life makes sense. She’s initially against joining Team Miraculous, that None of the Tsurugi’s before her had ever been in a team. But through her own lonlieness, about two years after she got her powers, she gives in and lets herself go from ‘Dragon’s Fang’ to ‘Miraculous Dragon’

Kagami’s got the sharpest deviation from her Canon power. I really coudln’t think of a way to make the Magic aspect work, so the best I’ve got is the transformative aspect. That’s right, Kagami’s magic lets her literally transform into a dragon. She has a sword to fight with when not transformed but the bulk of her magic is in the dragon form. She’s a mix of japanese dragon and western dragon, I don’t have the design finalized yet, but she’s got fire breathing and gold aesthetic, but also more directly japanese looking in design.

And as a bonus for sitting through all of this absolute garbage:

Nino, long time friend of Marinette’s was asked to be her team’s manager when they realized they couldn’t represent themselves.He instantly clicked with Adriana and became best buds. After which he was given the honorary title of Miraculous Turtle.

As a deal with Mr. Agreste for him not to hire a more experienced manager, Nino has to look presentable when doing managerial things. That means a suit. He can wear the hat and headphones, mostly because he hides them when They’re going to grab Adriana at around 9, but he has to wear a suit if he wants anyone to take him seriously.

#Miraculous Ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #Adrien Agreste #chloe bourgeois #alya cesaire #Kagami Tsurugi #Crossovers are neat #sleepless domain #no seriously go read the comic i cannot do the brilliance of the worldbuilding justice in ONE tumblr post #Nino Lahiffe #kinda #he's just an Omake so idk if he counts #crossovers #Team Miraculous

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