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venmondiese · 3 months

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Playing with fire

Summary: Aemond is as doting as he is cruel, and misbehaving won't go unpunished.

✧Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader ✧Warnings: MDNI 18+, daddy kink, degradation kink, slight breeding kink, masturbating (m), sex toys. ✧Word Count: 1.5k ✧AO3 link: here

You are by the side, cursed to watch him by the side, and not being able to do anything else but whine.

You sit at the end of the bed, right beside his right feet. If you were more lucky, you would be seated between his feet, looking up at him just how you like it, and his cock almost in your face. But, you are not so lucky.

“It’s your punishment, dear” he told you. You hated it, and you whined in protest. Not that he cared.

Aemond could be as generous as cruel, playing with fire always meant getting burnt around him. He’d make sure of it, anyways.

And you deserved it, you knew. For ‘whoring yourself’ as he so calls it, and behaving badly. Taunting him, teasing him and flirting with other boys. You always looked back at him, making sure he was fuming as you touched other men’s chest and complimenting how strong they were, or how lucky girls were to have them as a partner.

Burning was always frustrating with Aemond. You are seated on your feet, looking at how he doesn’t even try to hide his lust and arousal, or his erect cock that you could see fully if you stretch a bit your neck.

“Daddy…” you whine a bit, embarassed by how wet you feel yourself getting, just at the sight.

At most, he would bluntly tell you to shut up. To stop being a whining bitch, but now he flats out ignores you. And it hurts, because you and him both know how spoiled for attention you are.

“Daddy” you insist, and the wet sounds of him fucking the fleshlight, ignoring you as if your presence was not more important than one of an insect. insignificant,small, powerless. “I’m sorry”

That doesn’t even seem to satisfy him, as he keeps ignoring you with all his might. You try to get closer to him, moving thinking he doesn’t notice. He does, and he moves away once you are close enough to smell his scent and your breath to hit his leg. He doesn’t give you the privilege to even look at him fully.

Aemond is cruel in this, fucking a fleshlight, more like a silicon body, small and he is perfectly capable of manhandle it as he wishes. As he does with you when he isn’t mad. And Gods forbid it, but you are jealous over a stupid fuck toy that, for some reason, Aemond has. It was very much unfair, and it seems like an unbalanced punishment for something… silly.

“It’s so unfair” you add, frowning in annoyance, hearing the wet sounds his hips against the fake body does. The lube he used to get the job done made every thrust he did louder, and you wondered if he did it on purpose to make you jealous of the sinful sounds that once were made because of you.

“Oh, it’s so unfair, silly girl?” Aemond asks mockingly, finally tilting his head slightly to see you. He has that smug smirk in his face, while his hair is undone a bit. You see his well formed abdomen, and he still wears his sweatpants, just lowered to get his cock out, and you can even get a glimpse of his balls. You pout at how unfair it is to be unable to touch him as you want.

“It is cruel” you add, trying to make your point stand. Aemond chuckles, not minding your silly opinions about unfairness. The silicon body rests against his crotch, his cock is full deep in the toy, though it is unable to cockwarm him as he so much likes to do with you.

“You are lucky this is silicon and not a real girl” He states, no longer mocking. “Perhaps I should be real unfair as you claim me to be” He looks down at you, literally, and he raises his eyebrows. “Maybe she’ll behave. She will hear her Daddy”

You frown, and sulk into your position while.looking at him. You didn’t defy him out loud, it was always your actions. Touching yourself when he forbids it, flirting with other men to tease him, and insulting him with your expression and your eyes. He could always read you like the palm of his hand.

“Ah, your pouty lips won’t do anything for you” Aemond mocks you, moving the fleshlight slightly slower on his cock. “Maybe if they are wrapped around my cock”

You love the idea, because when he was this mad, he would usually grab your hair tightly in his fist, commanding you to relax your throat and keep your jaw hanging open for him. He would fuck your throat, harshly, how he wants, whenever he wants, and wherever he wants. And you would take it every single time .

His balls hit the end of the silicon body, now he looks at you deeply as he fucks the toy, contradicting his previous actions. You were still seated on his feet, your pouty lips almost whining in frustration.

You were wet, your hips tilted a bit in your place, your uneasy hands wanting to grab the end of his trousers and hold onto it, at least being close as he pleasures himself with the toy.

The silicon body goes up and down, the wet sounds echoing the room, plus the noise that the silicon made. It was perverse, depraved, but it made your pussy clench in need, primal desperate need. His hands gripping the ‘waist’ of the faked body, so possessively, as he did once with you. It made your jaw clench in jealousy.

“I am sorry. Please” You beg once again, almost squealing as you look at him.

“Maybe I’ll breed this” He murmurs, his tone low in a groan, and not even the wet squishing sounds can appease his words. “Full of my cum, a shame it is a dumb toy instead of a dumb girl”

His eyes once again drift to the fleshlight, seeing how his cock disappears on the silicon body, he groans, not minding you as his balls start hitting the ‘ass’ of the toy.

“Daddy” You say wanting his attention again, hating how his gaze moves to the toy. “I’ll… I-I’ll do anything” you try, but he starts to pant, his mouth slightly open as he keeps looking at the toy.

“Anything but behave”

It’s getting frustrating, and you want to take the stupid thing, and break it in half, burn it and then throw it at the sea. But you don’t, and you cannot, you just sulk in your place.

“Fuck, fuck-” He says, his hips hesitate a bit, and from the angle, you could see his balls twitch a little, as he bites his lower lip slightly, and his left hand grips tightly on the fake hip of the toy as he keeps it steady; it is his hips who thrust in and out the toy, moving up and down, as he throws his head back

Even if you don’t know, he can look at your face with his peripheral view, your pouty lips and doe eyes as you look at his cock, and then his face. You can see both in your position, and he can see how your hips try to get some friction, even if it means trying to grind them in the ground. It is cute, and arousing for him at the same time. He smirks slightly as his hips go up in a ruthless pace, fucking the fleshlight as he starts cumming.

He wishes it was you, but of course, this is a punishment for a silly girl who can’t follow a simple rule. Aemond loves nothing more than to breed you, filling you up with his cum, and his seed deep in your cunt. Your poor cunt, he thinks, looking at you.

“Is my baby’s pussy hurting?” He asks in a raspy tone, looking at you as his balls tighten one last time, but it is your answer who makes him cum hard.

“My pussy hurts so much for daddy…” You whine with a pout, and he has to grit his teeth as he cums, hard, he throws his head back and feels the toy fill up with his cum, stuffing it with hot cum as he moans and groans. You hate how it isn’t you, but you are too aroused to get angry at that, you simply let a little whine that it is more like a frustrated moan.

He breathes hard a few moments, his head looking at the ceiling as if his neck was too tired to keep the weight of his head. He knows that you are desperate, but for once, you and him both know that this isn’t about you.

He has to suppress the smirk on his face as he feels your hesitant hands going around his ankle, shyly and not sure if you can touch him, but he knows that you do it out of pure and raw desperation. The silicon body rests on his cock, some of his cum falling out and it isn’t so pleasant as when he cums in you. He keeps his hands firmly grabbed on the toy’s waist, and he sighs.

“Daddy” you murmur, testing the waters.

“That’s what you get for being a dumb bad girl for daddy” He tells you in an out of breath tone, and this is probably the worst punishment ever for you. After all, playing with fire always results in getting burned.

✧ Part 2 ✧

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mari-lair · 22 days

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Akane is not an enemy or an antagonist in this arc.

He has the key, he have power, and that is important, but his power is framed as a hope for Nene and Teru not an opposite force.

Akane doesn't hide anything about the situation, he is never antagonistic, or shows signs of wanting to trap them in the world: They are on the same side here. Kako was the one who changed the past, changed the timeline.

He is the one who called Nene and Teru to the student council. He planned to explain what is happening from the start.

Just compare him to Hanako, who was the antagonist in picture perfect: Hanako acts like he is right for trapping Nene, Akane is so unsure if he did the right thing he tries to reassure himself this future is better for everyone, regretting his decision when he learn no one is happy and not hesitating to put the key on the table when Teru asks why he went along with Kako plan. Hanako had broken the helpful brush the second it tried to say how to escape Mei's world. Akane said right away they have three days before their memories are overwriten, Hanako play the role of Amane, he wanted Kou and Nene to stay in the painting forever without even noticing they forgot their real lives.

Akane also genuinely doesn't know how to get back to the right time to move then back to the old timeline. Not for sure. He could just make things worse if he act reckless.

So as far as Nene and Teru are concerned, Akane is an asshole who didn't warn them about his very major duty, but who is still an ally, a ticket to get home.

But I'm sure you want to talk about the internal monologue that show he is reluctant to go to the original timeline despite all the issues in this one, which is likely the reason he wanted to convince himself and the crew that this is a better present in the first place.

And to this, I say: Anon he is right for being wary, he is not betraying anyone here, he is most likely saving their lives.

Yes, he wants to go back to his old world too, yes he doesn't like this new timeline and hates hurting his friends, but he is being logical. He is smart. If Teru and Nene or himself can't find a way to deal with the 'interference', this new and alien present will be better than their old present. Way better.

Do you remember why Kako resorted to such drastic measures in the first place?

Students are in serious danger, Nene will die in less than 1 year, Mitsuba was poisoned, the clock is broken, and MOST IMPORTANT the Yorishiros are being destroyed.

The Yorishiros are a big deal, their destruction literally means the world is unbalanced and at risk of collapsing into a mess where death and life no longer exist.

So if Akane joins the "let's dismiss the clock keepers and go back to EXACTLY how things were" train EVEN IF HE COULD, they would go to a timeline destined for destruction, which I would say is way worse than this new one. His search for Tsukasa is likely for two reasons: Make sure this new one also doesn't fall into chaos and hopefully find answers to help save their old timeline, if he can't save the old timeline at all, at least this one will have the treat eliminated.

I am confident if Nene and Teru find a way to fix their current timeline, you bet Akane will not get in the way, he'll go "how can i help?" as fast as he can.

He understands how dire the situation is, but he wants to help. He is clearly not on the keeper's side. I can kind of see him being placed in an antagonistic role depending on where the story goes with this setup, but he definitively isn't an enemy.

And it is indeed heavily implied if the 3 days deadline pass Akane will be the only one with memories. He'll be lonely. He'll have the worse fate of the group. But he has always been a self-sacrificial guy, so i am not surprised. I do still want to strangle him though.

#tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #jshk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #tbhk 113 #jshk113 #aoi akane #akane aoi #teru minamoto #yashiro nene #My brain is so tired today I bet I missed things rip T-T

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thecleverqueer · 12 days

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I don’t know. Maybe I mis-read the story, but I felt like the Ahsoka series wasn’t necessarily anti-Jedi. It felt more like Ahsoka finally accepted that she could actually be a Jedi after years of her believing that she was unworthy of doing that, and thereby giving her the right to pass on what she learned.

To preface, I do think her lineage had a problem with following rules. Obviously. Even Yoda broke rules when he went off on his trippy force adventure with Qui-Gon in the sixth season of TCW. It wasn’t that they all went against the Jedi teachings (save Anakin… which I won’t get into right now; I would possibly even argue for Dooku, but he was misguided and definitely did not go about anything in the right way), they just didn’t follow protocol. Most of them at least embraced Jedi philosophy (once again, save Anakin). They often broke rules and protocol loudly, but I can appreciate that as someone who hates the status quo and stringent rules. I say this to partially explain why Ahsoka often butted heads with Huyang about Jedi protocol. It’s not Jedi critical on a philosophical level as much as it is critiquing the protocols.

Now with that being said, let me talk about Ahsoka... Particularly, where Ahsoka was in her series and how that changes by the end of it:

Ahsoka struggled with the fact that she’d been trained as a soldier. Jedi were not soldiers; they were peace keepers. Ahsoka says as much to Rex on the Venator right before Order 66 was executed. She was incredibly torn by this. Ultimately, I believe it’s what caused her to leave the order in the first place. She listened to the words Barriss said, and agreed wholeheartedly. She couldn’t be part of the order as she was not a Jedi, but a warrior. It’s not that she didn’t want to be a Jedi, she DID want to be a Jedi. She just felt as if she no longer knew how to do that, or perhaps, couldn’t do that based on what she’d been doing.

It’s the main thing that she is stuck on when she had her flashbacks with Anakin in the World-Between-Worlds dream state. She struggled with her past. She was unable to reconcile the actions that she was forced to take during the war with her Jedi training that specifically told her not to do that. She mentioned that it wasn’t what she trained for, and by the time she was fighting the Siege of Mandalore, she only saw herself as a fighter. And, it’s something you saw in her character at the beginning of her series. She’s quick to draw her blades and come at you. She does not hesitate to fight Baylon at the reflex point on Seetos. It had unbalanced her, and that’s why she lost the fight.

Anakin basically told her that she’s more than just a warrior. All of the knowledge that came before him, the wisdom of Yoda, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, lived on through her. She was part of a legacy. Still, she struggled because of what Anakin became, and was hesitant to share the knowledge that she possessed in fear of planting dark seeds. It’s why he told her that she lacked conviction. In Rebels, Ahsoka was trying to convince everyone including herself that she was not a Jedi, and it was a culmination of all of her trauma. This was the moment that she must live (and let it go of said trauma), or die and literally drown with it.

In the end, Ahsoka chose to live, and the white robes weren’t the only thing about her that had changed. In her second battle with Baylon, she’s not as quick to draw her blades. She’s more worried about finding Ezra and Sabine. It’s not that she was completely unwilling to fight, but the fight wasn’t what it is all about. She mentioned this to Sabine as well when she told her that “being a Jedi is more than just wielding a lightsaber.” Ahsoka released the trauma, and embraced her Jedi past. It was not explicitly stated, but it definitely felt implied.

#star wars #ahsoka tano #pro jedi #ahsoka series #disaster lineage

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anhilliator1 · 1 year

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I feel like something needs to be stated about the four Chaos Gods -

THEY'RE NOT INHERENTLY EVIL.

They're unbalanced. Let me explain:

Khorne: Chaos God of War, Death, Violence, Rage, Murder, etc... Long story short, Khorne likes to kill things and/or see things die - "Khorne cares not from where the blood flows." As a result, it would be very easy to assume that he's pure evil - but no. Khorne also represents Justice, honor, courage, strength - Without Khorne, there would be no such thing as "Righteous Fury." Fighting for what is right technically falls under his domain as well. In a sense, he could be considered the Chaos God of Morality. In fact, he strongly dislikes underhanded tactics, hence why he often finds himself at odds with Tzeentch.

Nurgle: Chaos God of disease, decay, rot, stagnation, and so on. Nurgle is commonly associated with the color green, for good reason. As said, disease, death, rot, stagnation - but also resilience, rebirth, and consistency in everything. Technically speaking, he's the Chaos God of life and nature. No Nurgle, absolutely everything would be inconsistent. There would be no such thing as safety, because there would be no consistent definition of what "safe" is.

Tzeentch: CG of instability, inconsistency, trickery, manipulation, cunning, lies, deciet, and change. He plays you like a fiddle, and what you may think is reality may not be true. He's like Mysterio, but a gajillion times more powerful. However, he also represents hope, evolution, the ability to problem solve, and more. Tzeentch is the reason why Guile Heroes exist in 40K, and can be said to at least partially be empowered by the actions of people like Creed and Ciaphas Cain. As TTS puts it, "Without him, there would be no evil schemes, but also no one clever enough to save people from those schemes." Also, change isn't inherently evil - change is constantly happening, all the time, something that puts him at odds with Nurgle due to him being Stagnation. Funny thing, Happy Chaos from GGST can sort of be considered Tzeentch if he was more balanced rather than inclined evil.

Now, Slaanesh - Hedonism, sex, lust, pleasure, indulgence, suffering, etc... Hell, they were literally murder-fucked into existence by the Eldar. But, they also represent Passion, Joy, hell, maybe even the concept of emotion itself. Passion, it must be mentioned, is not restricted to the sexual kind - it's the creative kind, the "for-a-cause" kind - same with Pleasure. You gain pleasure from doing things you love, not inherently sexual - and technically, without Slaanesh, there would be no meaning to doing, well, anything - no happiness, no sadness so that happiness means anything, no enjoyment and no disgust, no love or hate... I think you get the idea.

The Chaos Gods represent important mental concepts inherent to all life, and all thoughts of said life - good or bad.

So why are they villains? As said, they're unbalanced, courtesy of the Necrontyr royally screwing things up by messing with the Great Old Ones and the C'Tan. As a result, the Warp, once peaceful, became a violent place roiling with negative energy, some of which became Daemons. This caused each of the four and their followers to become heavily inclined towards the worst parts of what they represent, why Khorne and his followers kill and destroy anything and everything in their path, why Tzeentch and his followers will endlessly lie, cheat, manipulate, and more to make you do what they want (prisoner's dilemma is the very tippy-top of the iceberg), why Nurgle and his followers spread filth, rot, and disease everywhere they go, and why Slaanesh and their followers endlessly rape and torture.

They're unbalanced.

In fact, everything I just said can sort of be summarized by this video:

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It's why in the episode of TTS this is from, I noticed the Emperor's wording when he said he would DEFEAT Chaos, not Kill, DEFEAT. I always took it to mean that he would essentially force them to "get back to work" in a sense - go back to being balanced representations of their concepts and stop interfering so much with the Material.

#chaos gods #slaanesh #khorne #tzeentch #nurgle #wh40k #warhammer 40k #40k #if the emperor had a text to speech device #Youtube #longpost #long post

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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It’s the whispering that gets her. Loud conversations and jokes are par for the course — that’s not interesting. That’s whatever. That’s something she’ll probably have to hear about, recounted tomorrow morning at breakfast.

But whispering? Now that has Pidge intrigued.

She creeps towards Lance’s door, which is just barely cracked open, and crouches low to avoid being seen. She peers through the crack, squinting to see through the low light — Lance hates big lights and only ever has crystals glowing in his room.

Knelt on Lance’s floor are the Legs of Voltron themselves. Their heads are bent close, eyes glued to Lance’s blue daisy case covered-phone, whispering to each other. Pidge has to strain her ears to hear them.

“—you think it means? It’s just casual, right? Totally casual.”

“I mean, our texting is pretty casual, and he’s never sent me a winking emoji. I’m surprised he even knows what a winking emoji is.”

Lance frowns deeply. “Yeah, it’s weird! The colon is right next to the semicolon on a keyboard, though. It could just be an accident.”

“But it’s kind of a flirty message,” Hunk points out. “Look. ‘You sure as shit kept me on my toes today, Sharpshooter.’ Winky face. That’s flirty, Lance. I think Keith is actually flirting with you!”

Holy motherforking shirtballs!

Keith? Flirting with Lance?

Pidge can’t help her gasp. It’s literally involuntary.

She hits the floor the second the sound leaves her mouth. She dives to the side of the door, scrambling to her feet and running down the hallway as quickly as she can.

Only the rush makes her unbalanced, and she’s never been particularly agile, so she trips over her own feet and sprawls onto the floor face-first.

“Pidge?”

“Just — let me die,” she says, face burning. She refuses to lift her head from the ground.

To be caught spying, dear God. On Hunk and Lance’s sleepover. Is there any greater humiliation?

“You can join us, you know,” Hunk says, voice amused. “You don’t need to spy, you little weirdo.”

Pidge weighs her options quickly. She can get up, brush herself off, lie about being uninterested, and make the walk of shame back to her room and stare, bored, at her ceiling until she falls asleep.

She bites her lip.

Or, she can join these two dorks. She’ll never admit it under pain of death, but she’s always kind of wanted to be invited to a sleepover. She never got along well with kids her age growing up — at least, not well enough to be invited to things — and the jealousy she felt when other girls would bring their overnight bags to school and head home with a friend was positively burning.

She turns to face her teammates, deliberately pretending to be way less interested than she is, picking at her nails and shrugging. “I mean, I have some really important things to do, but I guess if you guys want to hang out with me so bad…”

Neither of them are convinced for even a second. Hunk has his left eyebrow raised, and Lance is smirking. But nevertheless, they don’t tease her about it any further, ushering her in and tossing pyjamas at her head.

“They’ll be a bit big, but you’ll manage,” Lance says. He tilts his head at his ensuite. “Bring me the sparkly pink bottle next to the sink on your way out, please.”

Quickly turning away so Lance can’t see her smile, Pidge does. She ducks into the washroom, locking the door behind her, and sets the soft PJs on the bathroom counter. She looks at herself carefully in the mirror, taking in the small smile she can’t force down, the bags under her eyes and the excitement in her irises.

A sleepover. An actual sleepover, with real people who aren’t her brother. With friends, to do stupid shit like gossip and tease and knowing Lance, do some sort of inane skincare.

Giddy, she hurriedly changes into the clothes Lance gave her, hefting up the way-too-long plaid pants and tying them tightly around her waist. She sleeps into the soft green t-shirt, which thankfully is decently close to her size. Lance is essentially 94% leg, after all, so that makes sense. She nearly forgets to grab the bottle Lance asked of her, thankfully remembering just before she opens the door.

She throws it at Lance the second she’s out of the washroom, sniggering at his loud yelp. He sits in the middle of a truly insane amount of soft things, including dozens of pillows, stuffed animals, who knows how many blankets, and —

Pidge squints. “Is that my fuckin’ duvet?”

“You took a million years getting changed,” Hunk explains. “We stole your entire bed. We got mine too. Mattresses are at the bottom of the pile. Want to help me make a structurally sound fort?”

Some part of Pidge wants to protest that — she has a keep out sign on her door for a reason and that reason is Hunk’s nosy ass — but the allure of building a fort is too strong.

“Toss me that measuring tape and a pencil. We are going to blow this shit out of the water.”

———

Forty minutes of her and Hunk’s arguing — interrupted occasionally by Lance’s complaining that forts are inherently unstable and that stem nerds such as them shouldn’t be allowed to ruin the fun — later, a truly beautiful fort is built. They had to sneak into the common room to steal the sturdy couch pillows to make the walls, but with those invaluable assets, Lance’s collection of safety pins, and two and a half dreams, the fort is a thing of fairytales. Two of their mattresses serve as the base, and one of them is the makeshift wall opposite to the real wall. A big sheet is pinned to the ceiling and drapes over the mattress-and-couch-pillow walls to drape like a tent, and blankets and pillows are strewn in a comfy nest over the base. Several low-light crystals are scattered throughout the fort, making it bright enough to see clearly but not too bright to kill the ambiance.

“This is, without a doubt, the best fort I have ever seen,” Hunk says proudly. He shares a grin with Pidge, then flicks Lance teasingly on the nose. “You see what happens when I have a helpful fort-making partner who cares about structural integrity?”

Lance huffs snootily. “You suck the fun out of it, that’s what. Yeah, maybe this fort won’t collapse on top of us while we sleep, but where’s the charm? That character? Where — hey!”

For a moment there is only silence. Eyes shift between Lance’s shocked face, hair a static mess, and the pillow in Pidge’s hands.

And then all hell breaks loose.

It’s ridiculous, really. A pillow fight, at a sleepover? What is this, a low-budget teen movie? But in truth this is nothing like any pillow fight Pidge has ever seen or even experienced before. As soon as the reality of the war sets in, it’s like a switch flips in everybody. All of them forget that they are teammates, friends, people who care about each other, and the one and only goal is to win, by any destructive means necessary. Pidge has a pillow clenched in each hand and whips them down at anyone who comes near — across Hunk’s face, hard into Lance’s belly. Hunk takes the more traditional approach, double-fisting one bigger pillow and wailing it on one victim at a time with full strength. Lance, extra ass bitch that he is, scrambles on top of a dresser like a spider monkey and throws small stuffed-animal projectiles. He never misses. Pidge is nailed in the face no less than twelve times.

After what feels like a thousand years of ruthless battle, Pidge starts to get tired. She’s sweaty, face bright red, hair sticking up everywhere, but she knows she can’t stop. Her honour is at stake, her pride. She will not be the first to fall. In fact she will not fall at all. She will push until she is victorious, until her enemies are felled by hear mighty pillow —

The trill tone of a text rings through the air. Lance makes loud, strangled noise from his perch, leaping off the dresser and somersaulting to his feet when he hits the floor.“Everybody freeze!” he screeches.

Beyond grateful at the call for a ceasefire, Pidge drops the pillows, panting with her hands braced on her knees.

“Dear fucking God almighty, ” Hunk wheezes. “My lungs have shrunk to the size of walnuts, I think.”

Pidge inhales deeply, trying to calm her galloping heart. “Me fucking too.”

She’s about to ask Lance how the hell he’s still standing, but then he lets out what can only be described as an ear-piercing squeal, hand not holding his phone flapping wildly as he hops around the ruins of their beautiful fort.

“Date! Date! I think it’s a date!”

“No way,” Hunk gasps, hurrying over to where Lance is celebrating. He wrenches the phone from Lance’s grip, eyes widening as he reads whatever is on the screen. “Dude!” he exclaims, grinning wildly. “Dude!”

“What?” Pidge finally demands, tired of being left out of the loop. Lance doesn’t answer, too busy spinning in giddy circles around the room until he trips on a stray stuffed animal and collapses on the fort ruins. He stays there, kicking his legs in the air and crowing in glee.

Pidge looks at Hunk, at a total loss for words. Lance is acting like a lunatic , which is saying something, because Lance is so strange regularly that her threshold for Lance-isms is pretty wide.

Despite his similar excitement on Lance’s behalf, Hunk is able to explain. He beckons her closer and points to a text open on Lance’s phone, from the contact ‘willie nelson wannabe’ — Keith. It reads:

from: willie nelson wannabe

i was thinking we cld maybe stick together for the next space mall trip??

from: willie nelson wannabe

u know. safety in numbers and all that

from: willie nelson wannabe

and maybe i can buy u that alien smoothie thing u were telling me about

Pidge’s jaw drops. She thought Lance was exaggerating, but this is very clearly a date. A nervous asking, sure, but the intent is clear.

“Keith?” she asks incredulously. “Lance and Keith? Since fucking when?” She swivels her head between Hunk and Lance, who has finally calmed himself enough to sit still, although a beam still lights up his face and brightens his brown eyes. “I thought you were into Allura!”

Lance waves a dismissive hand. “She’s objectively gorgeous so of course I was interested, you know? But she’s not interested in me, so any crush dried up pretty fast.”

“But Keith?” Pidge can’t quite let it go. Hunk guides her to the fort ruins, and she does willingly, flopping belly-first on top of a small pile of pillows. Her eyes never leave Lance’s. “When did that happen? I thought you two were rivals?”

Hunk snorts. “They are.” He rifles around for a moment, moving aside and shaking out some blankets until he finds the sparkly pink bottle Pidge brought out earlier at Lance’s instruction. He squeezes some green goop onto his fingers, gesturing for Pidge to come closer, and then starts smearing it all over her face as he speaks. “Lance is emotionally challenged and can’t flirt like a normal person, so he picks fights with Keith every time he wants attention.”

Lance sighs dreamily, grabbing something from a shelf and then sitting next to Pidge, too. He starts tying her hair back into short pigtails to get it out of her face, so it doesn’t get stuck in the goop.

“He’s such an asshole,” he says, still sounding whipped as all hell. “A few months ago he had enough of my shit, I guess. I was nagging him about being a show off and he told me to shut the fuck up or he was going to lay me out on the training mats. His eyes were so intense, and his voice was so low I thought I was gonna fucking —”

“Young ears present,” Hunk interrupts loudly, which usually Pidge would protest but in this particular moment decides she will let slide.

Lance goes a little red around the ears, smiling at her sheepishly. “Sorry, Pidgeon. Forgot you’re a baby.” He punctuates this statement with a squeezing of her cheeks, despite Hunk’s chiding about the still-wet facemask. Pidge tries and fails to kick him.

“Anyways,” Lance continues, “I kept being a shit until he really did hand me my ass on the mat, but then he started to get worried that I would die on missions because I suck at hand-to-hand or whatever. He basically forced me to start training with him.”

“Basically forced, he says.” Hunk looks at Pidge, deadpan. “He made his own training outfit — I will spare you the detail of how skimpy it was, you’re welcome — and did his hair. Every time.”

Pidge laughs, which feels weird because the facemask has made her face all stiff. “You did your hair to go train?”

“Oh, piss off. I’ve seen you act a fool whenever a particularly cool robot is anywhere near you, you hypocrite. Shut up and help me text him back.”

She and Hunk do, settling comfortably next to Lance. They snack on the bowl of cucumbers that Lance asserts is supposed to be for the faces, helping Lance draft a response.

“It can’t be too enthusiastic,” Lance mumbles, crouched over the phone. He’s been space-googling ‘how to text your crush like a cool person’ for twenty minutes. Hunk has completely checked out of the task, placing cucumber slices all over his face and giggling to himself. Pidge is starting to get itchy.

“Is this supposed to burn?” she questions, scratching at the dried facemask.

The question startles Lance into dropping his phone. “No, shit, it’s not. C’mere.” He takes a damp rag and gently wipes away the mask, patting her on the cheek when he’s done. “There!” he says, smiling brightly. “Bet that feels nice and fresh, huh?”

It does, actually. She feels like a goddamn daisy.

…But she’s not about to admit that.

“It’s okay, I guess.”

Lance rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. He nudges Hunk with his foot and convinces him to help again, and together the three of them come up with a reasonable response to Keith’s question. (They convince Lance to be honest about his feelings, is what they do. And that’s not without endless nagging and clowning, Pidge can attest.)

Once the text has been sent, the date set, and Lance’s worries are assuaged, the sleepover starts to wind down. It’s well past two in the morning, and training — not including Lance’s private tutelage — was rough that morning. They start to yawn, and then their heads start to nod, and eventually they’re all laid flat on the piles of pillows and mattresses and bedding, limbs all over each other and stuffed animals everywhere.

“Hey, guys?” Pidge whispers, well past half asleep.

“Yeah?” Hunk whispers back. Lance hums.

Pidge doesn’t finish her thought for a while; long enough that she’s nearly sure the other two have fallen asleep.

“Thank you for inviting me,” she says eventually. After an even longer break, Hunk and Lance answer her, words lethargic in their sleepiness.

“‘Course, Pidge.”

“We like hanging out with you.”

Pidge falls asleep with a smile in her face, and sleeps the best she has since her brother went missing.

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I, hm. Serious bit right here but i just think this event is kinda not worth it? like as much fun as some people are having this is one of the biggest nukes dropped on the fandom and the ccs and the negativity is reaching a point where it just is not worth it.

the fandom is literally split over this, infighting is at its peak and its so awful, certain teams are unbalanced not just based on skill but on viewership and support.

to me, for pvp events theres a scale from like, hunger games on hypixel to the traffic series. pvp competitions are not usually fought between friends, and when they are, they arent structured like this. i cant really explain but traffic series death games are so different, theres more weight to deaths, and they have to form teams on their own, instead of being split into them. there is very little kill on sight, at least not at the start.

idk, this feels structured too much like a hunger games competition where the ccs are just picked, and arent friends neccessarily. but these guys Are friends.

pvp games, dying in minecraft, shaky battles and rules that can be bent all lead to actual hurt feelings and fan misinterpretations. its fun, so fun in concept, but i think they shouldnt have rushed into it full tilt, wish they had tested a bit first.

ik its purgatory, ik its supposed to bring out the worst in people, but when theres all this stress and negativity flying around and people literally cannot hang out together? mm, not worth it, this will have a ripple effect throughout not just the story but the goddamn fans. we are literally being "team jacob vs team edward"-ed. like, ship wars are bad enough but this is how fandoms become cesspools of discourse.

im trying not to let this make me hateful, i will try my hardest, i hope yall do too.

right before purgatoryy we literally had so much fun, ive never felt as connected to an online community as during the purgatory bus trip (even tho i fell asleep lmaooo)

to end this on a high note <3 i want to stay friends with you guys, and i fully believe everything can bounce back if we work on it, if we come out of this with repair and community in mind. love you all, take breaks and its ok if this makes you emotional or upset, its something that we've put a lot of investment into << just dont let it lead you to hurt anyone

#qsmp #liveblogging #crit #ish #finally sussed out the root of it

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The bad batch has some of the shallowest writing I've seen in ages. The wrong character interactions get the attention, while the audience is left with a "tell, don't show" style of narrative storytelling that just leaves people unsatisfied left right and center. Hunter is upset because he feels guilty (a generous read imo) for letting omega get captured while Crosshair was the one to escape with her. Hunter is not mad at Crosshair for his decision to choose the Empire, which led to Tech's death. Hunter is not mad that Crosshair joined the regime that literally mind controlled him into attempting to set them on fire.

Omega afaik never had a solid, positive interaction with Crosshair the way she did with the rest of the bad batch all during seasons one and two. Crosshair tried multiple times to kill her, under influence of the chip. He objectively knew this and still chose the Empire. Omega also objectively knew this and forgives him anyways? And still has faith in him? She was hurt over his decision to stay, but never harbored any fear or resentment. Just pure and total love. And now she's guiding him through dealing with his trauma by meditating on sunset-lit beaches.

Wrecker is still a non-character who doesn't lead and hardly participates in any meaningful way in conversations. I don't recall him having any extensive conversations with any of the other batchers. I remember Tech being snappy with him, and Crosshair saying he has a tiny mind back in season 1. He has cute moments with Omega, but doesn't get developed outside. He doesn't get developed at all, really, besides following the narrow track of the trope set out for him.

The entire emotional arc of the series is dedicated to everyone around Crosshair forgiving him for his choice to join the Empire, but...he's never once thus far actually seemed remorseful. Does he condemn the Empire's violence? Does he look sad or regretful that he got so many of Howzer's men killed on Ryloth? Does he say "I hate what the Empire did to clones, I hate that they used chips on us, I hate that they made me oppress people throughout the galaxy, I hate that the Empire is a violent oppressive regime hurting innocents"? No. He says "The Empire wasn't loyal to me." He doesn't justify what he did, but he definitely doesn't regret it.

(Which is funny because soon afterwards, Rex is able to sow the seeds of doubt into Wolffe's mind that the Empire is bad because they're making him hunt a child.)

And the writers do the laziest thing in the world by having this potentially massive conflict between two characters and using rescue/saving their life as a stand in for a real conversation. Crosshair saves Hunter from the ice worm, they nod, and now they're chill/more chill. They present this as if anything else was a viable option, as if Crosshair would have reasonably or realistically left Hunter to get eaten by the giant ice worm. Then they frame Hunter and Crosshair's mistakes (for the former, I have no idea what) as on par with one another. After their non-argument, Crosshair saves Howzer's life (?), they nod, and that's it. Forgiven.

Halfway through the season and the writing still feels just as unbalanced as it did in season 1. Multiple people keep talking about how they feel like coworkers and roommates with guns rather than brothers. The writers do a better job saying the word loyalty than actually showing it. The majority of the emotional burden is being put on Omega, the only prominent female character in the series and a child. Why is she the emotional support group for a group of grown men? It's just classic misogyny. I'm amazed that type of trope even reared its head again, it's been so long since I've seen it.

Even the writers don't seem to know how to express the batchers' supposed love for one another. No, saving each other's lives is not proof of a deep love or even respect for one another. That's bare minimum. That's SoP. Them leaving each other to die would be the extreme thing, not the other way around. They hardly mention Tech. They had a forced-feeling "hang our heads in silence at the mention of tech's name", and every time after that he's been mentioned as far as his usefulness to the squad. Maybe the second half of the season will have people actually confront Crosshair about Tech. The "Don't have the heavy emotional conversations" thing has been a problem since The Clone Wars, unfortunately. Pretend Teth didn't happen. Pretend Umbara and the Kadavo arc didn't happen. Don't show Rex's reaction to Ahsoka leaving at ALL. Don't show Omega informing Crosshair of Tech's death, which is WILD to me.

Some people claim that the Bad Batch have had six or so months to grieve and mourn, and they're seasoned soldiers who've experienced loss and death before, so they're used to this. The former I can see, but the latter? Who would they have been losing? They're not connected to other clones, rarely worked with them, and never liked them. What losses have they fielded beforehand? They don't even act like 99 or share his values.

I know I'm not alone in this, and at this rate I'm probably beating a dead horse, but it bears repeating: Crosshair hasn't condemned Empire violence, he's only condemned how they treat him in particular. This is a dangerous way to present fascism and why people choose fascist organization/regimes. There's absolutely a personal element to it. Arrogance. Ego. Material or emotional insecurity. But there's an external part as well: desire for control, hierarchy, order, violence. Fascists understand that the ideology is violent. That's why they join the regime. They want and support the subjugation of those they believe deserve it. In real life, this is people of color, women, disabled people, immigrants, the "degenerates" of society, and others. In Star Wars, that's the aliens and the enslaved, the "traitors" and the Rebels. Fascists being "lead astray" or "misguided" by thoughts of loyalty or personal power come secondary to oppressing others.

Maybe they'll address that in the second half of the season. It's a generous read, but I don't want to make any calls til I've seen everything. Unfortunately, every interaction Crosshair has with people has been designed to service their forgiveness of him, all without him actually apologizing for anything. Yes, he must explicitly apologize. He joined a fascist regime after they made him do terrible, heinous things. The text tells us that Crosshair only left because the Empire wasn't loyal to him. Anything other than a clear apology would be bad and frankly dangerous writing.

#ch posts #tbb critical #tbb negative #tbb spoilers #long post #its so like. status quo. generic. regressive in a way? so many words but i feel like im still not being clear #persistent writing issues from s1 #legacy writing issues from tcw #somehow #its so. weird to see.#shallow empty vague show v tell problems racist ableist #goes out of its way to retcon the clones and then doesnt even make the central characters interesting?#like huh #tbb neg #tbb crit

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People who dislike the rukihime friendship aren't always rukia stans, I'm an orihime stan, but found the friendship forced due to orihimes lack of reciprocation. Rukia cared for orihime, and considered her a friend, but orihime didn't feel as much the same, as in she appreciatd rukia, but didnt consider her as her girl bff like rukia did, that position goes to tatsuki.

For example, in the soul society arc, we see that orihime followed ichigo there so that she could help and protect him, so in other words, rukia wasnt her number one priority, although she's the one ichigo was suffering and going through pain to save. Her priority was ichigo, and being able to help him, not saving rukia.

Meanwhile I'm hueco mundo, we see rukias dialogue about how she desperately wanted to save orihime. We see her crawling and bleeding on the floor aftwe fighting as she thinks about how she wants to save orihime, and how she knows the feelings of being captive and helpless. She says "orihime, I'm coming!" Showing how determined she is to save her, and she literally almost died in her battle.

With orihime, there was nothing like that in soul society, because as I said, helping ichigo was her main priority. Now I'm not trying to day orihime doesn't care about rukia, just not as much as rukia cared about her. It was one sided because orihime never showed the amount of care and affection for rukia as rukia did for her.

Even rukia stans who dislike the friendship only dislike it because again, its one sided. Its not a well developed friendship, and they barely even interacted anyway, I saw some talking about it on twitter, and I didn't see anything about them disliking they personally didn't like orihime, they all just said rukia deserved better.

I don't hate the rukihime friendship, I just think it's forced and underdeveloped. Friendships lle tatsuhime and ichiruki are way better written to be fair.

I mean idk, I feel like you can have more than one bff?? Like Orihime being so close to Tatsuki doesn't lessen her friendship with Rukia. It's not like it's a competition for the number one spot lol.

I see what you mean about Orihime going to SS mainly to help Ichigo save Rukia, but I think it's important to remember the context of the two rescue missions: The Rukia rescue mission in SS happened before Rukia and Orihime were shown becoming closer friends. When they're training together in the arrancar arc and Ukitake is observing them and comments on their friendship--that didn't happen until after the Rukia rescue. And shortly after that, with their friendship now clearly established, is when the Orihime rescue mission happens in HM. So I don't think it's really fair to compare how each girl acted during the two different rescue missions because again, the Rukia rescue happened before they became closer, the Orihime rescue happened after. It's like expecting Orihime to care just as much for Rukia in the SS arc as Rukia cared for Orihime in the HM arc, but the SS arc happened first, before their friendship developed over time.

And then in HM when Rukia was bleeding on the floor thinking about Orihime, she could relate to Orihime being captive because something similar had already happened to her before, it happened to her first. Whereas Orihime didn't have that kind of experience to relate to or think about back in the Rukia rescue mission, because her abduction hadn't even happened yet at the time. So again, it doesn't seem fair to compare the two situations based on the context. But even still, even as Rukia was laying on the floor near death, Orihime was literally crying and banging on the door of the room she was being held captive in trying to get out and get to Rukia when she felt her spiritual pressure disappear.

One thing I will say about the RukiHime friendship, if it seems unbalanced or that Rukia cares more than Orihime does--I think a lot of it has to do with the age gap. Rukia isn't some friend from school Orihime can relate to in many ways. Instead, I see her as an older, big sister type friend to Orihime. They're not the same age or the same maturity level, they don't have the same life experience. But they still care about each other, and to me, Rukia looks out for Orihime the way a big sister does, so if it seems like she's doing more...that's typically the role big sisters fill. I don't think one has to treat each other exactly the same as the other does, because of the uniqueness of their friendship.

But, I understand that it's not going to be everyone's cup of tea.

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Another bone to pick with Eremika.....

You know when you really think about it, Eremika fans may be some of the most selfish people in the Attack on Titan fandom.

Oh I still hold Gabi Braun's fans to be the absolute worst, who seem to legitimately think it's wrong to hate on her in any capacity.......But the fans who even now are still so desperately needy for Mikasa and Eren to have their "happy" ending really never stop to understand how much such an ending simply would NOT have been earned.

As I've said in the past, Eremika is unquestionably abusive on Eren's side. Mikasa was nothing but loyal to him, to a very unhealthy degree in fact, and he never treated her with any affection reflective of either the love of a partner or of the adoptive stepbrother he was supposed to have been. Even if Eren was putting on a show with that "I've always hated you" speech, it's baffling why anyone would want them to still be together after such a cruel renouncement of their bond.

But what's REALLY selfish? Think of all the other characters who deserved a happy ending but DIDN'T get theirs:

Sasha Braus, anyone? Marco Bott?

Hange and Levi? Hell, Levi and Petra?

Seriously folks, how can ANYONE think Levi's was a fitting end for someone who had lost everyone he held close, and was left broken and alone with no clear path forward? It's a pitiful sight seeing what humanity's strongest soldier was reduced to.

Jean? What's his story? Connie, what's his story? Armin?

Historia and Ymir? Ymir lost her shot at a new life, and let's be real, Historia didn't marry that farmer asshole out of genuine love, if he is in fact her husband.

Marlowe and Hitch? Miche Zacharius? Hannah and Franz? Nile and his daughters? Keith Shadis? DAMN NEAR EVERYONE?

The list goes ON and ON.

So many characters who deserved a happy ending. And the fandom mourns for the mass murderer who didn't get laid with the girl he continually pushed away and forced into an impossible situation?

Eren died a virgin. You think I'm fucking mourning?

Come to think of it with that in mind, Gabi fans are really selfish since they actively rubbed it in our faces that she lived, having been literally carried through the story by egregious plot armor. But I digress.

Eremika fans got their priorities backwards. Not just for trying to preserve an intensely toxic unbalanced attraction, but because apparently that's a greater loss than all who died unnecessarily because of Eren's vast manipulations.

I know this is not an attitude that applies to all Eremika fans. But to the ones who are still mourning over this......

Eren Yeager can go get fucked right up the ass straight into ETERNAL DAMNATION like the cunt he is. I ain't mourning for that hobo haired bitch, people, why are you?

This story ended with the ocean.

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Kokichi with a boyfriend (reader) who measures 6' 1" or a little more.. ehe

I imagine that before they became a couple, Kokichi made fun of and insulted the reader's height just because he literally felt a little nervous at first because of the big height difference, because he had to raise his head to look at the reader

But the reader simply looked at him as if he were a small puppy that only barks cutely! 😻

I imagine that they became "friends" (the reader considered Kokichi as a friend but Kokichi did not want to admit it) that when Ouma is bothering Shuichi or Kaede, or rather in general someone in a contemptuous way I think that the reader would appear and with I would easily grab Kokichi by his armpits, pick him up and take him somewhere else to let him bother the person! You would just leave a Kokichi kicking in the air and protesting that you let go, just like a child that a toy was taken away

How you accompanied Kokichi, on the street or something like that and when you wore a cap and wore dark clothes people came to think that Kokichi is your younger brother or a nephew! (A cashier told them "what else is your son bringing?" When Kokichi placed a panta on the scanner table, the reader shook his head and said "Excuse me, but he is my classmate, we are the same age. "The cashier immediately apologized and Kokichi was there, frowning because they thought he looked like a child)

-🦕

—— kokichi with a s/o who’s 6~ feet tall .

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : headcannons about kokichi and his 6 or so foot significant other being silly y’know.

— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff

— 𝐜𝐰 : nothing

— 𝐚/𝐧 : making me feel short ,, BY THE WAY sorry I did gn! pronouns …

yeah , he definitely doesn’t wanna get on your bad side. but he does put in a few remarks and comments such as , “ hey bigfoot , ” or “ clown feet , ”. but he means well.

you’d sometimes kneel or crouch to talk to him on the same height level , just to get back at him because you knew he hated that.

but he does like it when you seem smaller than him in height by bowing or something to make your form shrink below him , because it makes him feel more powerful.

kokichi quickly grew to liking you with him , because others would be intimidated once he’d say , “ oh yeah , this is my friend (y/n) , they can definitely beat you to a pulp! ”

yeah you’d definitely carry him away using the hands - underneath - armpits tactic , and he’ll also try ( and fail lmao ) to fight back.

you could literally throw him so far off like a baseball but he still is a little gremlin cuz ,, it’s kokichi

YES , people will mistake your relationship to be brothers , no matter if you both are dating or nah. exactly how it’s put in the request.

it’s funny because people will give you funny looks when kissing kokichi on the lips ( in a relationship ) just to fluster him a bit. and you both can’t help but laugh out loud at their reactions.

kokichi will love getting piggy back rides from you , it makes him feel taller than you.

LMAO CUDDLING AND KISSING IS SO UNBALANCED JUST . don’t even get me started

but it does make kokichi feel protected under your hunkered form , no matter how much he hates that those feelings exist.

please don’t repost , translate , or claim my works as your own.

#danganronpa #drv3 #danganronpa drv3 #danganronpa v3 #drv3 killing harmony #danganronpa imagines #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #kokichi ouma #drv3 kokichi #kokichi #kokichi oma #ouma kokichi #kokichi ouma x y/n #kokichi ouma x reader #danganronpa kokichi #kokichi oma x reader

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