look if your reaction to geriatric finale betty is "ugh of course she's the main character the writers are obsessed with her" i do get it but please keep in mind that
- they have kept her trapped in a cycle of emotional abuse with her mother for SEVEN seasons and all indicators are that it will last to the bitter end
- they tore her out of the one relationship in her whole life that made her feel seen and secure and loved for what will likely remain the most blatantly out-of-character plot machination I've ever seen in my life
- the seven years that followed are mainly notable for the fact that she a) was kept in a dirt pit by a serial killer for several weeks and b) became a cop
- they put her in a fuck buddy relationship that she proactively ended only to later accept being his second choice for [reasons not found], relationship then proceeds as a series of red flags clearly suggesting that not only are they fundamentally incompatible (which she already said, out loud, on screen) but that the relationship also consistently makes her feel inadequate and bad for being herself
- they made her the actual biblical whore of babylon (??? still don't understand this one)
- and finally when there's a full-on reboot her sole character traits are "horny for literally anyone at any time" and "constantly angry at mom" who, again, is still abusing her
so like, you're correct, the writers are obsessed with her. they're obsessed with TORTURING HER
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What if a little, very little, part of Don blamed Ray for have waited Connie's shipment to put his plan in motion. What if he wondered why didn't Ray do it at the previous one? He tries to reason himself, thinking that two months wouldn't have been enough (they had more time between Connie and Ray), that it still wound't be fair for this kid shipped before Connie, but this little part of him poison his mind and he can't stop to wonder:"why couldn't he start his plan soonner".
Ray has not need to know that, because he blames himself enough like that about it. Even if he knows that he couldn't have done more. He still needed a reward to finish his anti-trackers thing, he couldn't have set his plan in motion during the previous shipment.
At a point, they probably spoke geniunely about it together. Because keeping that for themself isn't good aniyway.
I fully subscribe to them talking this out during their search for the Seven Walls with the many months they spend trekking around together (and this is why I can never forgive Shirai for that timeskip; all the bonding moments I was robbed of seeing </3)
Also very serendipitous that @sepiamestus wrote a one-shot titled Beautiful (and a little sad) featuring this topic, although the trigger is Ray asking Don if he blames him instead of the other way around.
A wonderful showcase not only of Don’s nuances and quirks, but also his cordial nature and how he seamlessly integrates the former into the latter, perfectly displaying his aptitude in assessing people’s emotional needs and acumen in easing them toward where they need to be in a way that comes to him as naturally as breathing. Very easy to hear his voice in this with the dialogue.
There is acknowledgment of the anger Don still feels regarding the subject, which is very reasonable given everything that's happened and that he's ten.
But it's acknowledged only after Don has established the intrinsic value of Ray as a person and beloved member of his family, in addition to creating a safe atmosphere where it's clear he's open and receptive to everything Ray has to say and is feeling by getting him to open up about a topic he's knowledgeable about and interested in before transitioning them back to the main topic at hand. He's able to easily discern how the subject has been plaguing Ray’s mind for months, so to immediately start off by expounding upon the full breadth of his complicated array of emotions regarding Conny's death would be in bad form. By establishing that sense of safety and trust, Don is able to honestly talk about his own feelings with a reassurance Ray can genuinely believe: that nothing Don says is meant to be accusatory. Excellent display of his emotional intelligence.
And how that leads into this 𝕆𝕌𝔾ℍ; the beautiful poignancy of ending the main scene with this and how it acts as foreshadowing to Ray’s declaration in chapter 119 to Norman and everyone else present in the room, with Don being an important factor in helping him reach that point.
Love a boy beaten down by circumstances beyond his control resulting in such a thorough self-loathing and sense of helplessness being treated with such gentle kindness and being afforded the time to heal at his own pace. <3
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I think a good compromise would have been to give Seteth, Flayn and Rhea (in her base form, not just as a dragon, since there really shouldn't be any meaningful durability increase just because she transformed) Awakening and Fates' versions of Dragonskin, where any character who hits them with anything other than specific weapons (in this case, Relics) automatically does half their normal damage and can't get critical hits or activate Lethality, whereas characters who do hit them with Relics do three quarters of their normal damage; sure, characters using normal weapons could still hurt and potentially even kill them, but not only would they need a lot of babying to do so, especially when Relic users are aplenty, the game would at least be actively supporting the idea that yes, Nabateans are exceptionally durable and hard to kill, especially if you can't use Relics.
Maybe, but wouldn't that basically make Seteth overpowered as one of your playable units? lol
But yeah, I could something like this, to convey how... "durable" they are compared to humans, and make it ring closer that the only thing that can reliably hurt them is... weapons crafted from their massacred kin.
Crestless characters being able to kill them, mechanically, is like FE4 where people at least deal 1 dmg to Julius iirc? So possibly, Tristan with a lot of babying could deafeat Loptyr-Julius and save the world, even if canon-wise (even if Seliph being able to kill him is the only example of Jugdral dropping the ball with ludonarrative dissonance) only Julia can kill him.
For Fodlan, imagine if this was implemented in better terms - and how it would sting even more when Adrestia targets the CoS - only Nabatean powers can hurt Nabateans, and for this war, humans aren't using stolen Nabatean powers, but powers who were entrusted to them (especially in tru piss!) :(
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the thought of you
summary: after coming home early in the hopes of surprising your boyfriend, you end up being the surprised one
word count: 1.8k
warnings: 18+, smut, oral sex (m receiving)
''no actually I'm home sooner, the business trip ended earlier so I'm back home now'' your head tilted right as you trapped your phone on your shoulder speaking with your best friend.
your hands were occupied trying to lift your luggage out of the back of your car and you cursed yourself for carrying so many things for just a five-day trip. well, not exactly five days since all the meetings ended two days earlier, and now here you were in the parking lot of Ruben's building in manchester
''lucky you, I'm still stuck in the office and I don't think I'll be over anytime soon'' she whined over the phone as yet another knock was heard on her office door and it only meant one thing; more paperwork ''yes thank you, would you fancy some drinks when I'm done later tonight?'' she asked
finally managing to pull your suitcase off your car, you made sure to lock it and you made your way to the lift, patiently waiting for it to arrive ''I'm at ruben's and I think we'll be too busy tonight maybe tom-''
''you're actually disgusting, I do not wish to know your bedroom shenanigans, thank you very much'' she interrupted you before you got the chance to suggest you both go out tomorrow and you chuckled as you stepped into the elevator. your whole skin tingled at seeing your boyfriend after three days apart. it wasn't that long but you had still missed him.
''what?'' you asked, an innocent tone in your voice ''we'll be too busy catching up on the tv series we started before I left'' not even yourself actually believed a single word that came out of your mouth. the doors finally opened and you got your keys out as your best friend's laugh was too loud and you grimaced, pulling your phone away from your ear at the loud sound.
''yeah, yeah, fine whatever'' rolling your eyes, you put the keys in the lock and quietly opened the door wanting to surprise your boyfriend. but instead, you were the surprised one once you heard the moans coming from your living room
''actually I got to go, talk to you later love you''
''DON'T FORGET TO USE PROTEC-'' your best friend didn't get to finish her sentence as you had already hung up the phone, gently putting it screen down on the small table by the door as you made your way to the living room.
Ruben never heard the door open and then shut close. his mind, too preoccupied with thoughts about you on your knees between his spread thighs, your full lips wrapped around his achingly hard cock and even if the video that was currently playing in front of him left nothing to the imagination, it still couldn't compare to the real feeling.
his hand was moving rapidly up and down his shaft, the wet sounds of your mouth coming from his phone, the way your head tilted to the side making the tip of his cock touch the inside of your cheek was enough to drive him insane. you knew how to drive him insane even when you were not there in person.
with his head tipped back against the back of the couch, he let out a loud moan, hips bucking against the hand that was wrapped tightly at the base of his cock. images of you on top of him, the feeling of your velvety walls clenching tight around his shaft, almost brought him to the edge. but a pair of lips kissing his exposed neck startled him. like a kid caught on a Christmas morning with his hand inside the cookie jar, he pulled his hand away from himself, his phone slamming screen-down on the coffee table in front of him.
''aww babe did you really miss me that much''
he was almost embarrassed and felt like a hormonal teenager again not being able to compose himself from wanking off as his rapidly changing hormones got the best of him. his cheeks turned a crimson colour at the sight of you. even though you had seen him naked countless times, more than you could count with the fingers of one hand, he felt exposed and attempted to cover himself up but your hand stopped him.
your lips touched his, in an upside-down kind of kiss, as your fingertips ran up and down his toned stomach. your touch featherlight made his skin tingle with goosebumps and he whined against your lips when you wouldn't touch him where he needed you the most.
''what do you want ruben?''
with one of your hands still holding the back of his head, you made your way to the front of the sofa, his head lifting slightly to take a look at you, his eyes scanning your form from head to toe and even if the baby pink tracksuit was decorating your body, your hair wrapped up in a messy bun, just the way he liked it, you were still the prettiest woman in his eyes
''I missed you'' his voice raspy from his previous solo activities.
''yeah i can tell''
he didn't miss the smirk on your lips and how your eyes trailed down to his still hard cock. with your faces centimeters apart your tongue kitten licked his lips and his eyes fluttered shut. you slid further down his body, your lips kissing every inch of his skin. his neck, his nipples, his toned torso, tasting him at the tip of your tongue.
''please, meu amor''
''tell me what you want then, ruben''
your lips ghosted his tip, tongue not darting out to lick the slit, like you always do. instead, you kept your lips firmly shut against it while looking up at him through your lashes. his chest heaving up and down whilst his hand ran through his hair.
''I want your pretty little lips wrapped around me, babe'' he ended his sentence in a whine when he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. his hands tightening into fists at his sides as he tried not to buck his hips up, careful with being gentle with you.
you gagged around his girth, trying to breathe through your nose as tears prickled at your eyes. despite the numerous times, you have given ruben a blowjob you still couldn't take all of him without struggling around his size. you sheathed your lips tightly around his dick as you pulled your mouth up and your lips closed around his tip your tongue circling around it, your hand coming up and wrapping around the base of his cock.
''good girl, fuck, just like that, baby'' he brought one hand to your cheek, feeling his dick hit the inside of your cheek just like in the video he was watching mere moments before. but you being there in person, your warm mouth enveloping him and his hands guiding your head up and down his cock felt better than anything he has experienced. in fact, coming home after spending the whole day at the training center or after a bad match and being able to experience you like this felt better than any block or tackle he made.
''you're so pretty like this, fuck'' his hand left your head and spread his arms at the back of the sofa as he threw his head back, the sight was enough to send a wave of arousal down your panties, feeling them get wet just at the sight of your boyfriend feeling overwhelmed at the pleasure you were providing him
your mouth left his cock, a string of spit connecting your lips with his tip still and he leaned forward, pinching your chin between his thumb and index finger as he put his lips on yours. he could taste himself on your lips and he moaned against your mouth. you pulled back and gently pushed on his chest making him rest back against the back of the sofa again
your eyes never left his when you grabbed at the hem of your sweatshirt and started pulling it off your body, leaving you in just a red lacy bralette and you heard him cuss under his breath when he noticed the mischievous look in your eyes
"did you have something planned for me, princesa" with his lower lip between his teeth he lifted his hips, trying to get comfortable again as your hands found his dick once more. a single finger of yours running down the side of it as you tongued at his tip
"fuck" he moaned,
"I did ruben, yeah, but looks like you surprised me first"
with that, you took him back in your mouth and started bopping your head up and down. he was already teetering at the edge of his orgasm, minutes before you got in but the coil in his stomach almost snapped with the way your wrist twisted so effortlessly at the base of his cock
"I'm gonna cum, baby, fuck"
the hand that wasn't stroking him, went to the top of his left thigh, softly caressing his skin as you knew the gesture always drew his orgasm out. you closed your lips tight around the tip, quickly moving your hand up and down the skin that wasn't in your mouth
''I've missed you'' he cried out
his groans and whimpers growing louder with each passing second and you felt his seed hit the top of your mouth and your tongue.
"mouth so good, baby" he whined, his hands found the sides of your head, stilling your head as he bucked his hips up, the sudden movement making you gag around him as he hit the back of your throat. you hollowed your cheeks around him milking out every last drop he had to offer.
you pulled off him with a pop, licking your lips and brought one hand up to your mouth, the pad of your thumb swiping at a drop that missed your mouth and ran down the side of your lips and made a show of licking your finger clean.
ruben was still trying to catch his breath when he looked down at you, and the sight of you, swiping a drop of his cum that missed your mouth had him almost hardening again.
"you're gonna be the death of me"
chuckling you got up from your knees and straddled his lap, your semi naked chest touching his as you arched your back against him
"why don't you take me to our bedroom and show me how much you really missed me, ruben?"
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