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#no shade on Arthur btw hes going through a lot
bipgrinklebink · 1 year
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We are now reaching the part of the story where Mina is continuously sent away or kept out of the loop for “out of consideration for her wellbeing because women” despite the fact that while she’s brainstorming ideas, emotionally supporting her husband and new friends, investigating, taking/organizing notes, etc, you got: - Arthur having his regularly scheduled breakdown - Quincey yee-hawin along for the ride, occassionally shooting at bats - Seward making a perpetual Pikachu face - Jonathan doing his best
It’s been a minute since I read the full book, but I’m pretty sure this is going to bite them in the ass hard later.
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jasminedragonart · 2 years
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oh god, the inconsistencies in bbc's merlin. I was just replying to a comment, no shade btw, i probably did get a few things wrong, but the show itself has a lot of inconsistencies I wish they'd gotten straight before making this damn show.
Like, how many kingdoms are there? There are like 5 in one episode and 7 in another. There's like four Olaf's and Cenreds and I honestly can't keep track of them all.
Also, I said this in a reply, but Morgause's backstory doesn't make sense. She was smuggled out of camelot for having magic, meaning that morgana's mother was in camelot when she had morgause. Unless we're going with the fact that Uther might be her father and they're half sisters this way (unlikely since Morgause knows they're siblings but she doesn't know Morgana is Uther's daughter until Merlin almost offs her in her bday epiosde) then she's Morgana's mother's daughter and they're siblings that way.
But this makes no sense whatsoever because it looks like Morgause is the older daughter. Yet Morgause is the one smuggled out? Meaning that the great purge would have been going on when Morgause was born. The great purge that wouldn't have happened if Arthur wasn't born, meaning that Arthur isn't the youngest which I've assumed simply because of the myths and is in fact the oldest.
It doesn't make any sense. It would imply that it goes Arthur, Morgana and then Morgause because I don't see why Morgana's mother would be in camelot if not to keep Uther company. I'm guessing she came to camelot when Gorlois went off on campaign and they had an affair that way- campaigns can last years, we don't know exactly when he set off. Or maybe Gorlois and his wife spent a lot of time in Camelot- I'm saying his wife because he's not married to Ygraine in this show but is in the myths which is how morgana and morgause are born. Then Uther sent him off to war because he needed someone to fight magic or something after Morgana was born?
I don't know. We don't get any information on this and it looks like the writers didn't think this through either.
Also, the magic stuff. It kind of annoyed me that they had Merlin speaking old english- i think, there was a behind the scenes and they had him speaking something- but there were also runes included in this show??? Runes came over with the Vikings. Before that the writing in england was probably either celtic or latin with the roman's having left not long before. The idea of runes being there would mean that there had been a viking invasion, yet the vikings don't come to England until after the Saxons. the Saxons who are just invading at the start or end of Season 4. The saxons were from the German region so they wouldn't have runes- I don't think, I could be wrong.
But keep your magic consistent bbc. Don't just throw shit in and expect me not to notice this.
Like, I can excuse historical inaccuracies, but only to a point. If you're going to use old english then don't use runes. they don't exist yet. Work out your kingdoms. Write out your character's backstories so you don't mess up their continuities. My GOD!
It's so enraging.
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xlovelybeanx · 3 years
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✭ I’m sorry, this gif is too precious for me NOT to put on here. I’m back at it again with Banana Fish, but this time it’s a request from the lovely @wertzunge !! Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like it!! <3 P.S. I had a lot of fun writing this!! You can always send me more if you want !! <333
Btw, I tried to keep the original prompt true so if anything seems off, I’m sorry. (Not really an experienced writer yet, but one day! ..One day!)
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Title: “Ferocious Lynx.”
Pairing: EijiAsh ft. Skipper.
Summary: When Eiji hears a commotion coming from Ash’s room, the only thing to think is that something bad is happening - but when the poor boy walks on something else instead, he finds himself in a position where he can’t escape.
Warnings: Some swearing, I guess.. Other than that... It’s a wholesome tickle fic~!
Note: I’m gonna change the plot a little bit - instead of Skipper and Eiji getting kidnapped by Arthur and his men, let’s just pretend that Ash defeated them all with his mad skillz and got everyone safely back home. :)
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It happened roughly a week ago. The deal that changed the black-haired boy’s life forever, the deal that made him considering running back to Japan as fast as he could. Due to the recent events, the attack at the bar by Arthur’s men, the concerned photographer asked to make a “deal” with the gang leader - basically letting him own Eiji for a week or two in return for protection.
The sly lynx, of course he’d accept because he was just too lazy to do anything himself! What Eiji hated the most of this, however, was the fact that it was so boring and lonely. The only people who came by were gang members, and of course Eiji couldn’t really speak to them - what would they talk about? ..it just seemed a little too awkward for him to start, and when asking questions and things to Ash, the younger one would just tease him about it! It made life miserable, but as long as Ibe didn’t worry about him, he guessed it was alright for now.
“..ahh,” Eiji sighed, sitting down on the older, slightly uncomfortable couch as he finished with his “job”. He ended up cleaning the entire living room, by himself might he add, because he didn’t know really what else to do. He wasn’t allowed to go outside, he would be easily recognized by everyone - he wasn’t allowed to mess around with Ash’s things (like he had anything there anyways) and most of all, he basically was treated like a maid. “Eiji, go get this, go get that” sort of thing from Ash. And while he didn’t complain at all, it started to grind his gears. Of course, he couldn’t get too mad because he WAS protecting him - it was the least he could do, anyways. “Safe, huh? ...well, if it makes Ibe happy..” he murmured, closing his eyes as he leaned against the headrest of the couch.
Suddenly, a loud scream was erupted from Ash’s room which made the exhausted boy jump in fear. ...what was that, he wondered as he stood up, a concerned look on his face. “That didn’t sound like Ash... but... something could be going down.” He concluded, face pale from the shock of hearing such a loud noise in the quietest of rooms. Standing outside of his room, he almost wanted to leave it up to him - maybe Ash could take care of it on his own. But if there was any chance that he was in danger, Eiji had to see him. He took in a breath, grasped the doorknob tightly, and opened wide. I’m gonna...
“AHAHAHA- W-WAIHAHAT! ST-STOP! PLEHEHEHEASE!”
...save you? Eiji’s eyes widened at the scene he was witnessing - Skipper, the one who saved him at the bar incident was pinned down underneath the ferocious lynx of a gang leader, basically begging for mercy as Ash launched a tickle attack on the poor boy. Eiji didn’t know whether to stand there or walk away - the initial shock of hearing the scream made him stand completely still, as if he was frozen. He could feel his face heat up incredibly fast, but he couldn’t move fast enough to hide it.
“...oh,” Ash calmly said, as he noticed the photographer’s assistant walk into the room, slowing his attack down so that Skipper could catch his breath. The young boy’s face was red with tears pricked at the corner of his eyes, grasping his sides ever so tightly. Eiji raised an eyebrow, fists clenched as he looked down in sheer embarrassment. So he didn’t need saving?! Why was he even concerned..? But then again, it felt kinda nice seeing that scene take place - Ash never really let his guard down, but in the split second that he saw of him tickle torturing a kid, he was totally relaxed. ..felt kind of odd, as well.
“S-Sorry, I... heard a scream..and thought something.. bad was happening,” Eiji mumbled as he fiddled with his hands, earning a slight chuckle from the blonde. He sat up, along with Skipper who was still out of breath, and raised an eyebrow. What was that look for, he thought as he mustered up enough courage to look up for a moment. The jade green eyes scanned him up and down before looking at his “little brother” Skip. “..Hey, do me a favor, yeah? Go to Chinatown and get Shorter, we have to do something later.” He nudged the other in the side, getting a squeal out of the latter - “FINE! Fine.. I’ll be back... in a bit..” Skipper said, standing up and walking out of the room. Which now only left a flustered Eiji and a devious Ash in the same room together. Alone. ..this could only end well.
“What? Jealous?” Ash teased, standing up slowly - the words sent another level of embarrassment through him and he shook his head, his nervousness getting the better of him. No words could escape his mouth, much less process through his head. Fact is, he wasn’t really “hands-on” with his parents much as a kid, so naturally stuff like this didn’t happen. Akira, his little sister maybe did it once or twice but that was so long ago that he’s already forgotten about it. “...ahh, so you are jealous. Huh. Well, if that’s the case, it’ll be a while before Skipper comes back so do you want me to tickle you?” Eiji’s face seemed to turn a deep shade of red, eyes darting back and forth. “..I mean... I g-guess,” he mumbled quietly. There was no getting out of it anyways, so he might as well just take it.
“..alright,” Ash grabbed him, as gently as possible and threw him on to the bed, pinning his hands above his head - a sinister grin was on his face, and the other really didn’t like where this was headed. Sitting on his waist, he leaned forward to his ear and blew softly on the outer part, watching the boy shiver and hunch up softly. “...huh. Would you like to tell me where you’re ticklish, then~?” His whole face turned red, shaking his head - even if he wanted to tell him, what would he say? ...it’s not like he remembered where exactly he was most ticklish. If he was ticklish, even.
“Gonna play the silent type, eh?” Ash asked as he gently slid his fingers around his ear, watching the boy’s eyes widen immediately. “...what’s the matter? You seem... a little squeamish today, huh?” Eiji couldn’t function anymore. Any words that had even the 1% chance of wanting to come out have immediately been stuck back in his brain. He was going to die - of embarrassment? Quite possibly so. “...mmm..” he shook his head, squirming in his grasp. There was so much he wanted to say, and yet, while looking deep into those jade green eyes - there was nothing he couldn’t read at that point. His face said it all.
“...you don’t know? Or do you not want to tell me~? That’s okay, I’ll figure out eventually,” those were the last words uttered before the blonde moved down and trailed at his pant line, making him squeak out involuntarily. “..w-wait,” Eiji choked out, the only word he could muster up before giggles slipped out of him. “Wait? Wait for what? For me to find your worst spot.. and then abuse it? ...mmm.. trust me, I can’t wait for that. Also... consider it.. payback for making me take care of you..” Ash grinned as his fingers wiggled teasingly underneath his shirt, making him clench his hands into fists. “Waihihit, s-stahahahap ihihit..! Ash!” Before he knew it, laughter was pouring out of his mouth - he can’t ever recall being this ticklish but the situation he found himself in seemed to answer his question earlier.
“What is it, Eiji?” Ash asked, his nails scraping gently across his pale stomach, making him want to jump out of his own skin. “H-Hehehehey! Nahahaha- c-cut ihihihit ohohohout!! Hahahahahahaha!!” Eiji’s giggles rose in pitch, making his voice sound very squeaky - something that seemed to edge the blonde ler on more. The sparkle in his eyes seemed to brighten the more he got a reaction out of the Japanese boy. “...p-plehehehehehease! Hahahahahaha!”
“...please what? Tickle you more? Oh don’t worry, you’ve got a lot of that coming your way~.” Ash slowly traveled his fingers way up, resting right underneath his arms. His fingers had not even starting moving, but the poor boy had already been sent into hysterics. Even just the light touch was enough to drive him up the wall. His whole body now was shaking, his legs kicking against the sheets of the bed.
“Does it tickle that much? I couldn’t imagine being that ticklish. Aha.” And that’s when the actual tickling began - the nasty ler scratched his delicate fingers into the center of his armpits, grinning as his work just only started. Eiji jumped out of his skin, squirming desperately as he could do nothing but laugh hysterically. “Woah, maybe that’s why you didn’t want me to know where you’re ticklish...” Ash couldn’t help but laugh with the hypersensitive boy. “HAHAHA- ASH! STOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEASE-!”
“...now why would I do that? I’m only getting started..” the more he picked up the speed, the more increasingly squeakier his voice sounded - and Ash wasn’t going to lie: it was ... pretty cute. At first he was just surprised at the fact he was there, considering that originally he was checking up on them to make sure everything was as okay, but now? He was just surprised at how someone could sound so cute and not be known to him. “...aww, is it too much for you?” The blonde let go of his wrists to use both hands, using one hand to softly pinch his sides while the other digged mercilessly under his arm. “AHAHAHAHAHASH! F-FUHUHCK! STOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIT, PLEHEHEHEASE...!” Ash flinched back - ... that was the first time he ever heard the boy cuss. He knew it was getting bad then, if he had no other choice but to swear. His fingers stopped where they were, although they never really moved from their spot.
Out of breath and panting with still a couple of giggles flowing out, the other laid his head back and sighed in relief. It was finally over - at least, for now - and he could take a moment to take in all of a precious resource called ‘air’. “..t-thahanks..” he said, covering both of his eyes with his hands. Jeez, Ash did a number on the poor boy. “..are you that ticklish everywhere?” Ash asked with a somewhat serious tone, playful wiggling his fingers at him. “No,” Eiji said softly. “Not that I remember anyways. I haven’t been tickled since my sister did many years ago. I just..haven’t really thought about it.. until I saw you tickling Skipper..” There was a brief moment of silence before Ash burst out laughing, unexpectedly.
“H-Huh..? What’s so funny?”
“That’s cute,” he said, pushing his hair back from his eyes. Cute? Huh? The red hue on his face came back as he puffed his cheeks out, crossing his arms. “Cute, huh? What do you mean by that?”
“Just sayin’, it’s cute.” Ash repeated, turning around so that he was facing Eiji’s legs and Ash’s back was visible to him. Eiji was visibly confused - weren’t they ... done? A terrified shiver went through him. If... he’s doing what he’s thinking of, Ash might literally kill him. Physically and mentally. “Hey, Eiji?”
“Y-Yeah?” He asked, his voice seemingly small in comparison. There was a moment of silence before he turned around, holding eye contact with the pitiful male. “Are your feet ticklish?” His stomach dropped - nonononono... this was what he wasn’t looking forward to. He darted his eyes away, looking for an excuse to get away. “...er, actually, I j-just remembered ... I forgot to clean the kitchen! I’ll just, uh, being going now...”
“Can it. You cleaned the kitchen yesterday, remember? Oh, well, I guess you don’t remember me being there. I am a master of stealth, after all.” That little... his cheeks puffed up as he realized there was no getting out of this. Covering his face as he wiggled his socked feet, he remained silent - and that was all he needed as an answer. Tracing a single finger up the sole of his foot, the reaction? ...interesting, to say the least. The smaller one squeaked loudly, covering his mouth - eyes widened in surprise that he was the one who made that noise. “Jackpot,” Ash murmured, mostly to himself as he scribbled at 10 fingers on both of his socked feet.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-! WAHAHAHAHAIT! YAHAHAHAHAHAMERU!” Eiji couldn’t help but cry out in his native language, seeing as this was probably the worst torture in his life - Ash merely chuckled. “‘Yameru?’ Does that mean stop in Japanese? Cause if so, you already know my answer.” Tears pricked at the edges of his eyes, threatening to spill out - man, could Eiji have walked in on ANYTHING else? It feels like he’s being murdered! “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! I CAHAHAHAHANT TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIT!!”
“Oh, poor ticklish Eiji,” Ash fake whined, dragging his nails slowly up the poor boy’s feet. All the while he’s doing that with one hand, Eiji doesn’t even notice the fact that Ash is taking off one of his socks and throwing it to the side of the room. But when he feels all 5 of his fingers against his bare skin - you’d start to wonder if he’s the most ticklish person on the planet. Eiji screamed, pushing against the blonde’s back weakly - from how much he’s been laughing, it feels like his chest and face are on fire, and his laughs have begun to turn a little wheezy. Picking up on this sign, the younger stops, getting a little worried.
“...ah, whoops. Did I kill ya?” Ash asked as he turned around to find a tear-soaked, messy haired Japanese boy laying down on his back. The other couldn’t speak at the moment - he was still processing the fact that he stopped, since there was still tingly sensations all over his body. It made him jolt a couple of seconds but it didn’t seem to affect him that much. “...n-no,” he wheezed out, “...y-you almost did...” there came a sarcastic and light chuckle out of him but when that was done, he was lucky to have air.
“You guys finished with your one-sided fight?” There was a voice that everyone in the room recognized - Shorter, the purple haired Chinese boss was standing right inside the doorway, his arm resting against it. But somehow, even Ash didn’t even see him coming. Eiji was too embarrassed to speak and Ash immediately went back to being a boss for the day. “Yeah, we’re done,” he said as he jumped off the other male, letting him be alone for a minute. “Let’s go get him, yeah?” Shorter and Ash fist bumped before heading out the door, leaving Eiji alone in the room where he just got tickled to death.
What a day this had been...
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shima-draws · 3 years
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Tell us abt the story, Shima. I would D I E for your stories (also, an ATS game would make my entire LIFE I would be so broke on it)
[[Anonymous said: hey- hey shima.... what;s ur new story about?]]
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So this is based off of Arthurian lore and has some elements of it but it’s mostly (?) original!
It starts out in a normal high school setting, centered around these two kids named Elin and Niro. Niro’s had a life of total misfortune—his parents died when he was little and there was nobody else to take him in, so he was forced into foster care, and has switched schools so often that he never really got to make any permanent friendships. He’s a quiet guy, sort of weighed down by all of the loss he’s experienced, so that sort of makes him a mysterious and attractive sort of person, which gains him immediate popularity as the school’s handsome new kid. (He’s in his senior year, now, and has been at this school for almost the full year.) Despite his withdrawn personality Niro actually gets along well with his peers, but mostly because he’s a very agreeable sort of person that just goes along with what he’s told to do to fit in. He’s just going through the motions at this point, trying to survive and figure out what he wants to do in life. It isn’t really working out too well because Niro has major depression so every day is a struggle, but his current “guardian” at the foster home he’s staying in helps a lot with that, and Niro views her as sort of a mother figure to him, and it’s soft :’)
Elin, on the other hand, is the school’s laughingstock, and gets picked on a LOT by his classmates. He never fights back and tries to stay out of everybody’s way, so people think him even weirder because of it. He rarely talks and is always found with his nose stuck in a book, which has also labeled him as a major geek, so you can bet he gets targeted a lot because of this;;
Unfortunately, the kids that Niro’s friends with are the group that picks on Elin the most, and it always makes Niro uncomfortable but he’s too hesitant to really speak up about it, especially since Elin just. Sort of takes it and never outwardly complains. It’s basically just Niro making excuses to himself, and whenever he DOES try to talk his buddies out of it they’re like come on man we’re just joking around it’s not a big deal. So that sucks. One day when Niro’s walking to school he notices he’s being followed by a weirdly dressed girl. Eventually she corners him and she’s like “Merlin’s been taking too long to find you so I took things into my own hands since we’re running out of time” and Niro’s like ???? Excuse me? But she doesn’t explain and literally yanks him into a portal and that’s that. LMAO
When they emerge, the girl introduces herself as Lunete, and reveals that she’s taken Niro to the world of Avilion, in the kingdom of starlight called Inlustria. Niro’s still processing that he’s been pulled into another world entirely when Lunete begins to escort him to the castle, and pretty much dumps the world’s lore and his Destiny™️ on him on the way.
Rest is under the cut to save space because it is loooong lol
Lunete explains that there have always been two central figures in Inlustria, for many centuries across many generations. Those figures are Merlin, the wizard, and Arthur, the king meant to wield the holy sword and unify the five kingdoms on the continent together. Currently there are two Merlins, with the second being younger and newer to the position, still in training. However, she adds that this particular Merlin is the most powerful they’ve ever seen in the long history of Merlins to exist, and that he’s basically a child prodigy. It is Merlin’s task to watch over, guide and protect Arthur, so that peace can remain and the cycle can continue anew. The current Arthur is sadly old and very ill, practically on his deathbed, so the process of choosing a new Arthur to replace him had to be rushed.
Lunete then tells Niro that the Arthurs are chosen by fate before birth and are always humans from the other world. Arthurs are always loyal, confident and kindhearted, so there’s never a chance of an Arthur going astray (unless their Merlin purposefully leads them down that path). Niro’s like why are you telling me all this and Lunete goes well isn’t it obvious? Why else would I be telling you. And then Niro realizes that he has been chosen as the new Arthur, and immediately goes into panic mode. Lunete apologizes for the abrupt introduction and Avilion crash course lol but she says that usually it’s the Merlin’s job to remain in the human world, scout out the new Arthur, and bring them to Avilion, since they’re naturally drawn to them by their magic. But this Merlin is particularly stubborn and wants nothing to do with Arthur or his born duty to essentially serve the king, so he’s been stalling on locating him out of sheer spite.
Lunete and Niro arrive at the castle and she leads him into the grand library, where Merlins usually spend most of their time. Niro is shocked to find out that Elin is Merlin, and Elin immediately goes “You have GOT to be kidding me” when he realizes that the new Arthur—who he has to spend the rest of his life with btw—is Niro.
Niro’s even more shocked to find out that Elin is a completely different person than how he is at school. Elin is witty, arrogant and very sassy, and constantly throws shade at Niro for doing nothing while he was being bullied. (Niro then accuses Elin for not standing up for himself when he’s CLEARLY capable of it with both his silver tongue and his knack for magic, but Elin explains that it’s a rule for Merlins not to make a big presence of themselves in the human world. Then Niro feels very guilty.) Elin swears off of accepting Niro as the new Arthur and says he can protect the kingdom all on his own.
Naturally Niro is very reluctant to take on the position of Arthur and become the ruler of an entire kingdom, but Lunete tells him he doesn’t really have a choice, and that all Arthurs fall into the role eventually, so it will be something he’ll automatically adapt to because he’s The Chosen One and it’s meant to be. Niro continuously tries to reach out to Merlin, but he’s notoriously stubborn and refuses to acknowledge Niro.
Eventually Lunete lets slip that Merlin had a complicated history with another human in his childhood that ended...not so well (and no it’s not Esca lol), hence his general distaste towards the other world and humans in general. Ofc that’s not all Merlin is hiding, there’s another enormous secret he doesn’t want coming into the light. And you bet Niro’s going to discover them all ;)
So yeah there’s obviously a lot more that goes on after that—Niro trains to fit into the Arthur role (with a lot of sexy swordfighting training montages), Merlin eventually accepts him and they grow closer (yes. In that way ;D), Merlin shows off how skilled he is with his magic and Niro goes oh no I think I might be in love with him, there’s trouble with the northern kingdom they’re trying to deal with involving a new villain that’s popped up, Niro gets to meet a king from the southern kingdom who sort of becomes his father figure/mentor so that’s cool? Niro finds out exactly what sins Merlin committed in the past, and that past sadly catches up with him and nearly ruins everything so that’s fun. Niro finds out some shit and almost abandons his role as Arthur but eventually returns to Inlustria and obtains Excalibur to save Merlin’s ass, etc. etc. I think after the “main” story ends I’m going to send them out to sea so they can go on an epic magic pirate adventure, because when Niro was a kid he was super into pirates and treasure hunting and the ocean, he was never really a “magic and kingdoms” type of guy which is super ironic. Merlin’s excited about traveling but it turns out he’s really seasick and it’s hilarious. Somewhere down the line they’ll probably find out why there’s always been a “Merlin” and “Arthur” role in their kingdom as well. So LOTS of fun stuff is in store! And my brain hasn’t been shutting up about lore and worldbuilding for this story ever since I came up with it >;)
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thefloorisbalaclava · 5 years
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Arthur not being able to keep his hands off of you when you wear something he really likes.. might get slightly embarrassed when you call him out on it (black!reader)
Thanks for this wonderful request! I REALLY enjoyed writing it. It’s a modern AU btw!
It was Sunday, your favorite day of the week because you got to spend all day with Arthur. You called it your lazy day. Sometimes you stayed in bed and made love a few times. Sometimes you would watch horrible movies together and make fun of them. Whatever you did, you were just happy to have him to yourself.
You woke up first and rolled over to watch the love of your life sleep a bit. His arm was draped over your middle and he mumbled something as you moved. You kissed his nose before slipping out of bed and throwing on a pair of leggings and one of his shirts to go downstairs and make breakfast.
French toast is his favorite, well, your French toast is so you decided to make that for him along with some bacon and grits, of course. You turned the radio on and danced to every song that played as you cooked, singing out loud to certain ones. You were so engrossed in the music and cooking that you hadn’t heard him sneak downstairs. He had been watching you for some time now. The way you tied his shirt up around your waist because it was so long had always made him smile. And the way those leggings fit you…
Suddenly you turned and yelped, dropping the fork you were using. “Goddamn it, Arthur. You scared the shit outta me!” You picked up the fork, threw it in the sink, and got another.
He chuckled and leaned against the wall. “I’m supposed to make breakfast on Sundays, sugar.”
You looked him up and down. You had no idea how he made a white t-shirt and boxer briefs look so sexy, but he did. “Well, you were sleeping so now I’m making it.” You turned back to the food and Arthur came up behind you, kissing your neck and touching the exposed skin at your waist. “You’re distracting me.”
“No, no darlin’…you’re distractin’ me. Wearin’ my shirt with those pants. You look good enough to eat.” He emphasized his words with a squeeze to your butt.
“They’re leggings, babe.”
“Yeah, whatever they’re called they drive me crazy.” He grunted when you used your bottom to push him away from you but that only made him more insatiable. As he approached you again, you turned around quickly and stuck a forkful of French toast into his mouth. “Mm!”
“Good?”
It took him a minute to chew and swallow the food. “Damn, that’s good. You got the magic touch.”
“You say that all the time.” You giggled as he reached up to get the plates. You got a little peek at his tummy which made you bite your lip. He had gained weight ever since you two got married and you weren’t complaining one bit.
“I say it ‘cause I mean it.” Even with two plates in his hand, he still found a way to use the other to wrap around you and slip down to your bottom with a light tap.
You looked up at him. “You done? I’m starving.” He blushed slightly and you laughed.
“Sorry. Guess you still drive me crazy even after all this time.” He put the plates on the table and helped you serve. “You know, before you, I ain’t ever been…”
“With a black woman. I know.” You smirked as he blushed some more. He sat down and watched as you got two glasses out of the cupboard.
“Sure didn’t know what I was missin’ out on.” He pulled you onto his lap and held you tightly. He took the glasses out of your hands carefully then reached up and untied the scarf around your hair slowly.
“Arthur! My hair is a mess!” You start smoothing it down to no avail but he just smiled at you.
“It’s perfect. Nice and thick.” He dug his fingers into the coily thickness and began massaging your scalp.
You closed your eyes. “Nice and thick,” you repeated, “Is that only meant to be about my hair?” You opened one eye when he stopped massaging.
“Probably not,” he confessed with a rakish smile, his face turning an even deeper shade of pink. You loved when he blushed.
“Food’s getting cold, babe.” You stood and sat in your chair which was a little too far away for his taste.
“Ain’t you gonna come closer?” He pouted and, as always, you gave in. You pulled your chair closer to his and he beamed. You attempted to tie the scarf around your hair again. “Don’t. Please?”
“Okay.” You smiled and put the scarf off to the side and began eating. Between bites, you watched Arthur because you loved his reactions to your cooking. Sometimes he would groan, other times he would just close his eyes in ecstasy. Today it was a mixture of both that made you laugh so hard you snorted.
“You laughin’ at me?” he asked, putting his fork down slowly.
“I dunno. Maybe.” You shrugged and put your fork down too. You two looked at each other for a moment then stood up.
“One…two…three…” Arthur began counting and you knew what that meant. You shrieked and ran out the door only to hear him say ten loudly then he was after you. “I always catch you, darlin’!” 
“Because I let you!” You ran around the side of the house, looking behind you, only to run right into him. You shouted and giggled as he picked you up and pretended to tackle you onto the grass. “You got me again,” you said breathlessly.
“What do I get?” he asked, running his hand up and down your thigh.
“What do you want?” You tilted your head and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“I think you know the answer to that.” With a grunt, he picked you up and carried you inside, up the stairs to the bedroom. He laid you down then laid down beside you before pulling you on top of him with a growl. You sat up and he palmed your thighs. “You are a goddess. I got all I could ever want right…here.” He moved his hands to your bottom and squeezed.
“Oh? Is that all you want?” you teased then kissed him. He was blushing again stammering through his answer. “I know what you meant. I was only teasing.”
Suddenly, he flipped you onto your back so that he was on top. “Why…I should punish you for that.”
“What does this punishment involve?”
“Not much. Just…lots and lots of kissin’.” He started with your lips then your cheeks then moved to your neck. “Hope you’re ready.”
“I’m always ready.” You winked when he looked up at you.
“That’s my girl.”
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jokerownsmysoul · 4 years
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for the f/o ask: #1, #2, #6, #7 (of course!! 😉❤️), #13, #19 ? ☺️ sorry for so many, i'd just love your thoughts on all these!
all about your f/o ask game
read more because I’m very chatty for Artie 🥰 except when I have to finish editing my pieces lmaooo
1. How would you describe their eyes (their color, how they make you feel)?
Okay first of all, I’ll never saw eyes most beautiful than his. Saying that he has the most beautiful eyes of the multiverse is an understatement.💙 Every time I look at them I wonder how in the world such marvel can exist, they are surreal. His eyes were the first thing that impressed me about him, the first thing that made me fall in love with him. Every time I look at them, I get disoriented, and at the same time it’s like I’m coming back home. I get lost as I find myself when I look at them, they are both my death and what gives me life. His eyes are green, they look like coral reef or like those areas on the bottom of the sea where the water looks greener than the surface. 
Depending on the light and the weather, sometimes they seem slightly blue and it’s fun to wake up in the morning and wonder if that day they will be more blue or greener. In any case, even if the imperceptible shade of his color changes, its bright light color is always there, emeralds glowing eyes. His eyes are paintings framed by two thick, dark eyebrows, I’ve never seen eyebrows match two eyes as well as his. They’re so noticeable and the combination of the dark color of his eyebrows with the light color of his eyes makes his face otherworldly and he looks like an angel. His eyes always have a twinkle inside that makes them  shine like shooting stars, and yet, they are also full of pain. I’ve never seen eyes that can make a person fall in love and happy with just one look being so full of pain and carrying inside sorrows that every man should never feel. It’s said that the eyes are the mirror of the soul, and looking at his eyes we immediately understand that his is a precious soul that in life has suffered more than he can bear, his eyes are an eternal plea to be loved and seen and the most beautiful gemstone I’ve ever seen in my life and I’ll ever see. Ugh I got carried away as usual 👀
2. What’s their favorite article of clothing they own?
Lmao probably I'm projecting 😂 but in the movie we see him wearing his red/chestnut sweater veeery often, so this makes me think that it's one of his favorite articles of clothing, maybe one of those which makes him feel comfortable in his own skin, you know, one of those clothes with which you feel good, for one reason or another. And he likes wearing red so 🥰 And also he'd love it because I myself love him on this sweater, so he'd always wear it to make me happy 🥰🥰 And truth be told, he’d always wear not only to make me happy, but also to tease me. It would be a silent question of being cuddled, a secret way of telling me that he needs me, because he knows that when he wears this sweater my hands are attracted to his fabric, I can't help it. 👀 So he would wear it as if it were my personal siren call to tell me he wants me to lay love on him without actually tell me out loud because is still insecure, although I would teach him that when he wants my touch and cuddles he doesn’t need to ask my permission, I am his, and I would want his touch as much as he does, he doesn't need to ask me to love him.
When he wears this sweater I can’t help but caress him more studiously, my hands were made to caress his body and this fabric makes him so cuddly. The fabric of his sweater is almost as soft as his skin, it absorbs the heat of his body and when I touch it is so heated that it feels like it's boiling like a bonfire. His sweater totally smells of him. His scent is so intense that if I lay my nose on the sweater his smell fills my nostrils, it’s like that the fabric itself was embroidered with the fragrance of his odorous skin. Arthur’s scent is gentle, soft, one of those shy but strong fragrances that linger on your skin all day long, like when you wear a perfume in the morning and once you came home at night you find out that it's still lingering on your skin after all this time. His scent is as much intense and delicate as these kind of perfumes. In the sweater there is always a faintest hint of cigarette, and this combination of smoky smell with the sweet one of his skin creates an addictive, intoxicating fragrance.
Arthur smells of kindness and smoke, and the sweater is a tangible element that carries the olfactory sign of his smell itself, it is an object through which his smell becomes bodily and palpable. I yearn to embrace him as he wears it, lay my cheek on his skin, left uncovered by the V-neckline after unbuttoning the buttons of the sweater, and kiss the taut muscle of his sternum and the point where his collar bones meet. I yearn to breath him in, my hands wandering on his body covered in red and cotton, feeling his muscles underneath the sweater stretching as my love envelops him. I love that this sweater has buttons at the ends of the sleeves, too, and he also loves it, because when the buttons are unbuttoned (and they are most of the time) allow me to kiss his wrist, and ngl he'd probably leave the button unbuttoned on purpose so as to have his wrists kissed all the time. He can be sly pff 👀 He adores it when I lift the sleeves up along his arms to uncover his skin and kiss the soft inside of his arms, rubbing the baby hairs of his arms (which drive me crazy as hell btw), and he adores even more wearing this sweater because he knows that sooner or later I will take it off to enfold him completely with kisses and caresses, usually it doesn’t take long for me to take off his sweater btw 👀 
Also, his mustard hoodie and his white socks. It looks like he can’t help but wear them, and I can’t help but watch him wear them either. His mustard hoodie is so worn, but I can tell how much important it is for him. He carries it everywhere he goes, and I’m sure he went throught a lot of things wearing it, that hoodie carries in its fabric so many memories and life. And his white socks sksksk I’ve a thing for them ngl. I don’t know why, but there’s something so cute and adorable in his socked feet, I’ve never had a fetish for feet but his? Ugh girl they’re so cute. must kiss and love and squeeze 🥺 and ngl, it’d be sooo erotic taking his socks off slowly, very slowly as i’m uncovering his ankles, my gaze locked with his, eventually kissing the back of his foot, his ankles, before blowing him. there, I said it. and my sock-y wip might be about that uups 👀  
6. When was the exact moment you knew you were in love with them?
I answered here, it’s too long to copy and paste it sksk
7. What do their hands feel like?
Home, protection, safety. His hands are rough, his fingers callous, but Arthur’s touch is gentle and delicate. He caresses as if you were an instrument to play and through his fingers would compose a melody on your skin. When he caresses you the callousness of his fingertips collides with the smoothly of his touch and the warmth of his skin, creating a wonderful contrast that takes your breath away and warms you inside to your soul. When he rubs his hands on your body you feel the friction of the folds on his fingers on your skin, leaving you hungry and at the same time feeding you with this sweet contradiction that are his hands. Rough, but soft. Worn, but of a young touch. When he touches you, you’d say nothing could ever touch you with the same delicacy, not even a feather. The back of his hand, like every part of his hands and body as well, is soft and always smells of him, but it’s dusted with baby, soft hairs which look like brown flower’s stems blooming on his skin, and when you place your fingers on the back these light hairs wandering on its surface tickle your fingers, a perfectly contradictory soft friction. In his fingers and especially in his fingertips there is always a hint of the stale smell of greasepaint that always remains in his hands even if he washes them very often. I yearn to pass my fingertips on the swollen veins running through the back of his hands as if they were roads to travel along his warm and odorous skin, I yearn to trace the protruding tendons from under his skin with the tips of my fingers and lick and suck his thick, boney fingers, feeling the aftertaste of smoke and the hint of the cigarette he just smoked on my tongue. There are black patches on the back of Arthur’s hands, they look like snowflakes fell on his skin in a winter to keep warm, a speckled map that shows you the exact path you need to travel to stroke his hand wholly. His wrists are breakable and fragile, they need gentle touches and soft kisses. In the center of his right wrist he has a wound, right on the most sensitive part of his wrist, where there are the small superficial veins. I yearn to kiss the most sensitive part of his wrists, to lay my lips on the pulsating spot where I can feel his heartbeat go faster because someone is touching him. His body, his subtle essence, his heart, would never be as close to mine as they are when I kiss his pulsating wrist. Whey they tremble I hold his writs in my hand, I kiss them and I trace the colored lines of his veins along his wrist and arms soothingly. I only want to be held, and his hands would always be there to hold me.
13. What’s one thing that surprised you about them after you got to know each-other? 
He makes me feel comfortable. I’m veeeeeeery shy and insecure, it takes me months, years, to be 100% comfortable with a person, actually iI’ve never been so comfortable with a person to be myself, yet with him it is different. With him I know that my fears and insecurities would take a step back, I know that I wouldn’t be afraid to show myself for what I am because he would understand what I feel or, if he didn’t understand it, he would listen to me anyway, and be close to me even if the topic is bigger than us. And that was matter. I never looked at a person and thought "with you my fears would be empty", I never believed it possible. I’ve always given up living because of my security and God knows how many good things I’ve missed because of myself, I’m always so afraid of everything, of love, of touching someone, of living, but when I look at Arthur I only feel this warm feeling of protection, security, trust. I was surprised by the fact that Arthur overcomes my anxiety, he gives me the possibility of being vulnerable and brittle in front of him, I always try to hide my fragility but he’d see it. With him, I’m sure, I would feel comfortable and I could love and show myself totally and he’d look at me and at everything I show him. I wouldn’t be afraid to reveal myself in front of him 💙
19. What are they like in the kitchen (clumsy, focused, pro level)?
Focused, totally focused. Arthur is a neat man who loves to get everything right 💙 He never takes his eyes off the television when Murray starts and he’s headed to bed, and that’s enough to understand how much attention and dedication he puts into everything he does. When he cooks he is my opposite lmaooo. I am very clumsy, I always make everything dirty even if I have to do a single meal. I don’t know how I manage to do it, but e.g, when I have to do a simple sandwich I dirty thousand of pots and I mess up lmaoo, and I’m very distracted ngl. He is all the opposite: he is very attentive, dedicated, devoted to every move. When he cooks he hums soft tune with parted lips in a low voice and likes to sway with his hips, his head is elsewhere in a dreamy world made of music only, this scenario seen from the outside can be mistaken for distraction by those who don’t know him, but actually in those moments when he hums and swings to a music that only he knows he is very devoted to what he’s doing, he wouldn’t take his attention away from what he does for nothing, it’s something I adore about him. Despite being so devout, however, it is very easy to make him unfocused and bring him back to us by caressing him suddenly or giving him a kiss on his shoulder blades, embracing him from behind or even just standing next to him. He would turn his face right away, a guilty smile on his face, and loving eyes. He’s a focused person with everything he does, yet the only thing he never takes his eyes from, ever, it’s the person he loves, he’s always focused on his one and only all the time, 24/7, and it’s the only thing he could never be unfocused from 💙
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supacutiepie · 5 years
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New RWBY Theories and Old Hidden Plotlines
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So far, with the new lore and old lore- this is what the general world of remnant looks like in terms of symbols and the maidens and relics and plot.
Right off the bat, I don’t think that Ozma and Salem’s children are the maidens. Simple because they don’t actually match up to the maidens once laid out in these ^^^ terms.
Color wise, they don’t match, age wise, they don’t. Clearly, the oldest daughter is Blue- to the maidens it is Fall (orange). So I think the maidens are in fact the Wizard’s way of grieving and moving on from his daughters loss, and his way of getting back on track with the god of lights task.
With these four women, he can bring the world closer to it’s judgement and hopefully passing it with connected seasons and powers to help bring people together.
I believe, that the girls weren’t just killed in the fight between Os and Salem. I think that there was a lot of rampant magic being thrown about by two careless parents- and that the girls were changed because of the battle. They had magic too, perhaps it was the only way to save themselves or one of the girls tried to protect her sisters (Blue most likely) and therefore, the girls became powerful but uncontrollable beings. Jinn is a VERY powerful being, but she is ultimate trapped due to her form and such.
Which, therefore- the girls became one with the relics.
(for the sake of ease, I’m giving them nicknames based on possible story connections of elements of the relics)
Blue became Jinn, who was combined with the Lamp of Knowledge Relic. And then, to protect her, was safely stowed away in the vault of Haven. But clearly, the reincarnations traveled a lot, and the younger Ozpin must have located the relic, but we can assume that each 100 years the current reincarnation would seek out the lamp. It’s just coincidence it ended up in Haven at the end of the line? Hardly.
I think Ozpin is and has always been a bit sad, and keeps asking the same questions expecting new answers. It’s likely, that he finally had to stop- and then trusted the lamp to lionheart’s academy to be its guard (without outright telling lionheart surely, but this was also something had to learn which I’ll explain in more detail soon)
Gold became Caliburn, a spirit combined with the Sword of Destruction Relic, which we believe is the weapon that the Vacuo King used in the last great war to cut down the thousands of soldiers etc. She was then, put away or is somewhere in the Shade academy. Possibly being used? Or, more likely for story effects, placed in stone like some kind of Caliburn. This could make for a fun narrative of one of our girls (RWBY) trying to pull the sword from the stone (LOOK ITS RWBY YOU KNOW THEY WOULD MAKE ANOTHER MYTHICAL STORY REFERENCE)
Third daughter is Pink, which ironically DOES fit with Atlas’ relic symbol. The Paintbrush or possibly a staff or stave. Look at her, she looks like Rapunzel, who is semi-famous for painting. There are so many instances in which Rapunzel is associated with painting I.E. Creation. She became the relic of creation, and is somewhere in “Atlas”.
Theory 1--- I bet that she is actually with Weiss’ grandfather, who has been hinted at being the main engineer of Atlas’ military concepts and of Atlas as a whole as the genuine patriarch of the Schnee family name. 
((Rapunzel, the girl trapped in her tower by not her mother, but someone who stole from her mother. (It does fit rather well).))
But let us not forget, the biggest clue that Atlas is of creation...
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Theory 2 -- Or, that once upon a time, Atlas wasn’t even existing. It was in fact, a barren wasteland And not until Alsius flourished did it exist. When Mantle lost the capitol status, and when Atlas became Atlas as a whole, the relic could have very well been left behind in the old kingdom of mantle, or moved through the war. We won’t know until we get there of course.
Which leaves Laurel. 
The last daughter, the relic of vale. A Crown of Choice.
This one is basically confirmed location wise simply because of what we’ve seen so far. RWBY is a team of self made choices, Pyrrha as the fall maiden to-be MADE HER CHOICE to face off against Cinder. Vale is the home of Ozpin who is now synonymous with “make a choice, make a choice, MAKE A CHOICE” (between the gods, the witch, and everything from rwby s1-3 this is a solid theory)
Laurel was the youngest, most likely the least bit skilled in magic. (This is paired with the Fall Maiden being the oldest). It’s most likely that when she was turned into a being, she was the least put together. Possibly the most fragile, and most necessary to baby over. Oz took personal watch over her relic.
But, there is a chance, that while Oz knows he is connected to the relics, he doesn’t recognize them if they are his lost daughters. Clearly, with each reincarnation, things got fuzzier and more cloudy about past and reality. His body hosts didn’t even recognize themselves in the first few reincarnations.
Who’s to say it even is Ozpin in RWBY V4-6. What if he only thought he was? Clearly, with the newest reincarnations some of the lines have blurred. What if Ozma has been the one in control from the beginning and even Ozpin didn’t know anymore..
Regardless, The relic in beacon is either the most powerful or least controllable, highly volatile perhaps.
Where these relics are is clear, the academies.
But, the hints of these objects locations is the most interesting bit.
We we’re told of Jinn before she even arrived, through the Haven statue.
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So the question becomes (and what we should be on the look out for) what are the other clues??
I think, we have one.
Ozpin said that the Beacon Relic was, “A challenge to find”. And what’s more hard to find than whats in plain sight?
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I do want you to take note that Blake is narratively connected with THIS statue. Like how Yang is connected with the Haven statue (chasing her mother etc)
But she isn’t the only one.
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Both of these characters are inherently, DEEPLY, connected with the idea of Choice. Not just choice, but Vale’s symbol is that of choice between the fist and the open hand of leadership and such. It would make A LOT of sense for either Blake or Jaune to deal with this artifact. But, I think it’s Blake, and you’ll see why...
The statue itself is in the court yard, its the place that Raven choices to speak with Yang in. Which we STILL don’t know what happened in the rest of that dream btw.
Atlas, might be right in our faces. Or, we already know part of the story.
As we can sorta tell, RWBY as a whole will play their parts toward finding and reclaiming the relics. Yang found the Lamp, Blake will find the Crown. Which leaves Weiss and Ruby.
We know the next relic is the paintbrush, and that its in Atlas. As previously stated, I think that maybe old man Schnee will know where it is, or know of it. And that Ironwood will be necessary to accessing it. In regards to the show, and to Weiss- this would pull together some very nice loose ends and create some good character development.
Weiss will not only get to know her grandfather, she will learn her true powers. like how Yang learned her mother was the spring maiden and finally let some of her grief go. I think, that in parallel, Weiss will reclaim the Staff/Paintbrush as well as deal with her family as a whole.
It’s really important though, to know that Atlas was once Mantle. And therefor, we are missing key parts of its founding. The relic may not even be in Atlas, and since our heroes are currently a little lost in the land that was once Mantle, they may just happen to stumble upon its true location.
Or, Maria will be helpful in this case. I think we’ll be finding out soon.
Vacuo is the Sword, and as I stated before, the sword could become a very Caliburn situation simply because its not in use. We know its not because Vacuo isn’t currently waging war with the literal sword of Damocles  in the story right now. Which means most likely, it is either safely hidden or the current leaders of Vacuo have it carefully guarded. We won’t know until the show finally takes us to Vacuo. But I believe this won’t come for a while.
The sword is meant to be the most dangerous weapon. But, it’s also a symbol. Of the king, the knight, of war. And when connected with the Summer Maiden, of Change. Deep and intrinsic change.
When the Summer Maiden came to the Wizard, she changed him. she set him on the path. When the king took up the sword, he changed the face of the great war. It changed things.
Which is why Ruby will claim the sword.
Think of it, Ruby is the main force of change in this show. the Chosen one, our Arthur. It makes total sense that even though the others find the relics, SHE is the one who will use them. She’s the silver eyed warrior, our plot pusher. And the one Ozpin already saw something in.
She is the one the god of light set in motion.
When Ozma was given his task, it was said he wouldn’t have to do it alone.
I believe, that Silver Eyed Warriors are VERY specific to their Oz’s. The two children for the reincarnation before Ozpin were important to that Oz because they taught him something, family and what to fight for. And other before them had their own uses and values.
I think, that Summer Rose was Ozpin’s silver eyed warrior, and that the story of what happened to her will ultimately make a lot of sense in how the current story has developed. Whatever happened to her, whatever sort of mission Oz had for her, it set in motion major events which have led us here...
Like inspiring her daughter to become a huntress, or giving reason for her children to be who they are today. But ultimately, I think that the truth will be far sadder. And that when it comes out, Qrow will be the one to deal with the major fallout. We’ve had many hints and teases that Summer Rose meant a great deal to Qrow, and we know now the Ozpin didn’t tell Qrow the major things, the real truths.
If Summer died at the fault of Ozpin, the blame and regret will have a devastating effect on Qrow.
But Ruby? Ruby isn’t Ozpin’s Silver Eyed Girl.
She’s Oscars.
There is no inherent say to who becomes the next Warrior/Wizard. Simply that, with each reincarnation something must be learned.
Ozma, he learned of the fate of the world. He accepted to task. The first reincarnation learned the hard way that Salem must be defeated. From there, each reincarnation has learned something else that will ultimately come together in time.
The Wizard learned that he could not just sit by and let the world turn. That he had to move forward. He was so OLD. He held onto the reincarnation for centuries. Refusing to die, to put the power out into a new mind. He learned how to change. The maidens taught him that, and when he gave them the powers, it made a new possibility show up- a way to defeat Salem.
Ozpin couldn’t defeat her, because that was not his task.
He was meant to bring the world together. And he was meant to find the forces that CAN defeat his witch.
Which is exactly what Ozpin did.
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It’s clear that the final moments of the world are coming. That RWBY began at the end of the world. With all the songs and stories and the show explaining how a peaceful world suddenly became a war zone.
The time for the judgement is coming, Salem knows and is finally acting. And somewhere, deep in the immortal part of Oz that is still Ozma, that is the man brought back by the God of Light, he knew it was coming too.
So now, Oscar is here. the youngest reincarnation, the youngest because this battle may take a while. And, something new to learn.
I’m sure he isn’t the first, clearly not- but Oscar defied Ozma. He not only stopped Ozpin, but outright acted out. He learned how to fight as himself and not as the reincarnation.
And we know that, ultimately, that the Ozma in the reincarnations takes control. Each reincarnation so far has not only taken over the life of a stranger, but changed it. Like possession, and Oz played the roles of his bodies but he was still the one in control.
Even with the man and his family, Oz was the one in control. He just simply playing the part of the father and crafter and huntsman, but still listening to the man who’s family he know protected.
It’s important that this family gets some story. Because they became this Oz’s responsibility. His plans and his greater purpose had to be put the this side in order to do the right thing. (thats what he learned in this form)
But Oscar? Oscar is not only pushing back against the reincarnation possession, but WINNING.
“and it was in that moment, that the wizard knew what should be done”
Oscar is the exact opposite of the Wizard. He is young, he is fighting back, and he is taking control. But, at the same time- he still has help.
From his four maidens, from his silver eyed warrior.
I think, that the show is about to REALLY REALLY REALLY kick off. and not a damn one of us are ready.
Now, I wanna talk about the Faunus.
The god brothers ARE faunus. I don’t see anyone else freaking out about this. A stag and a ram faunus. The God of Light is playing right into old school witch stories about the Horned One and the Old God. While the God of Darkness plays into the more modern idea of the “devil” with the ramhorns. Both were once the same thing, but time and people have made them unique concepts.
Either Salem told every new human about the gods appearance, and also told them about the old history of the world and such- or some people survived who knew what the gods were like.
This is an odd plot point. It gets confusing.
If the god of darkness really did destroy all humans, and the moon- then how do people know anything about the gods at all. Surely, the world would have decayed in the time it took for Humans to grow back out of evolution. And that alone is a weird narrative plot because it implies that Humans just, sprang back up... and ignores that they needed to grow.
So I think, that in fact, we should operate on the idea that Salem DID teach people about the world before. At least she did before she became corrupted..
The World of Remnant.
Before Salem was revealed, the world of remnants were her stories.
Of course, since parts of the show are new concepts- its hard to count each and every one of  world or remnants and other such stories as part of the whole story..but I find that the VERY first story is VERY telling.
In the VERY FIRST episode of RWBY, Salem is introducing the story. It’s very important to realize that what she says, with the new information explains SO MUCH. But, its interesting to note that for the majority of it she sounds calm and gentle, kind and sad even. and then angry, and righteous and cynical. As though she goes from someone kind, to someone spiteful. (A young maiden in a tower to a blood thirsty angry and deeply sad immortal)
But then Ozpin speaks. And what he says is kinder and hopefully and while not reprimanding..it does try to smooth over what Salem says.
Its as though, they were telling a story together.And she fell back into a twisted sense of reality..and Ozma corrected her..as though they were telling a bed time story and he was keeping that viciousness in her at bay. (they’re albeit short time together in the first reincarnations life)
The world of remnants are their daughters bedtime stories. And when they were gone, and when all Salem had left was the newborn humans, she kept telling stories.
Taking the WOR into account therefore --
The Moon shattering wasn’t just a coincidence.
In the first story, Salem explains that man is born of Dust. In the telling of WOR Vol 2.- Salem explains that animals are also made of dust.
The God of Darkness intentionally destroyed the moon, used the fragments to rebirth humans, and what was left became our dust shards.
A fascinating fact.
But, in the new world, Faunus existed for the first time.
I think, that with the moon shards (what else do I call them lol??) some of the shards took on the appearance of the gods. As thought the god of darkness had purposefully used his own image to rebirth the humans.
“ According to Qrow Branwen, the Grimm were created by the god of darkness in order to destroy his older brother's creations of life. Eventually, the brothers ended their feud and both created Humanity, however, despite the younger god's involvement in creating Humanity, the Grimm were still left to roam Remnant and prey on them. “ -RWBY Wikia
I think, that as a little minor haha take that, when the god of darkness killed the humans and brought them back, he made them look like himself to spite his brother who had previously created the animals (hence why they look like the animals themselves)
It’s interesting to note that the God of Darkness was kinder to the humans than his brother. Where as the God of Light put priority over their children, the God of Darkness was empathetic, and when he wiped the planet he did so quick and painlessly. Whereas his brother continued to cause pain to Salem, and even went back on what he said to make his own ends meet.
Both are not very good beings. And lack the basic understanding of Love. A common theme in RWBY. Love and Compassion are what create purity and strength. And the brothers of grimm were VERY quick to not only turn on each other but also quick to destroy their “experiment” of a world. To the Gods, the world of RWBY is but a play thing and like a weird ant farm.
But back to it- The humans are both of the gods creations, but the faunus are specifically the god of darkness’ kiddos.
Which somehow...translated over to modern times.
I’m curious to know where along the line this happened. But I think that either Salem’s story about the gods created a distaste for the god of darkness, and therefor his children, Or Salem herself had a hand in it. I think it’d be the former, since she seems to still be considerate of people’s plights and doesn’t outright like suffering. I don’t think she would have started the whole, “Lets destroy the faunus”
Salem is not Cruel. She is corrupted and quick tempered, and yes she is careless in her rage, but she is not a cruel thing. She is even capable of being gentle and kind to a degree, when it suites her but still.
She might have seen Cinder as something like a daughter, something that the dormant mother in herself would connect with. Which may be interesting seeing as once again, due to her actions her child is dead.
Some of this may be off, I’m brushing up on all the world of remnants and back stories. But for the most part, the world of remnants have their own places in the narrative. And if you think it might be a symbol, chances are, IT IS.
Like the fact that Mistral looks like the dragon brothers side by side, or that the lands above vacuo are SUSPICIOUSLY dragon shaped.
Or that the color combos are insanely matchy matchy.
Or that every song ever has been foreshadowing and RIDDLED with spoilers and back story.
Go back and listen to to Salem’s songs, and now you’ll see them in a new light, Like Divide which was then Salem to Ozpin, but now is Salem to Ozma AND the Gods. Infact, a small portion of Divide can be heard when Salem and Ozma reveal themselves to the humans.
Sacrifice, “falls from grace are never elegant, stars will fall and drop out the sky”
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“show them gods and deities, blindly keep the people on their knees”
I once thought that Sacrifice was a story between Salem and Ruby, but now its SO MUCH MORE.
The song isn’t about ruby at all, its from Salem TO the GODS.
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kfawkes · 6 years
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'we can cuddle' with Eggsy pleasee xx
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[Sweet! You know how much I love Eggsy ;.; You guys are so awesome btw, thanks for all the support and prompts I am gonna be busy for 10000 years :) (send more!!!!) As always, I start one thing and end up somewhere so different hahahah. BUUUUT you know, at least I’m consistent :D Kinda short, hope you like it!!!
Pairing: Eggsy x Reader with a small cameo by Merlin ;)
Words: 1.3K Kinda on the short side? 
Warnings: A little bit of smut references, but nothing actually dirty. Cursing as always!
– Read on Ao3!]
Saying the day was long was about the biggest understatement of the century. The day was long, and then some… and then add a little bit more and you were pretty much there. It was one of those days that started way too early, didn’t have nearly enough coffee and that made time feel slowed at how painfully long it was. We’re talking it-feels-like-you’ve-been-up-for-nearly-50-hours long and what-day-is-it? long.
But the job needed to be done, and more importantly Eggsy needed you. 
He couldn’t go into that mansion alone… That and there was no way in hell you were going to let him even if he wanted to. You two were a team; A pair, an unstoppable power couple, or something just as cheesy. Where he went, you followed. 
That’s just who you two were. How it’s been since you started this insane relationship, and it sure as shit wasn’t about to change today… or was it yesterday. You really didn’t know anymore, but the point was all the same.
Now, usually your missions didn’t last this long without a break, but who were you to complain? It wasn’t like a billionaire mob boss was really going to make anything easy on you, was it? To answer the question; no, he absolutely was not and he absolutely didn’t.
Why the Kingsman were sent to deal with this man was beyond you, but you definitely didn’t question Merlin’s orders. Especially after he’d made sure your relationship with Eggsy would continue being permitted. After you two got caught, you were certain you’d both be fired. But Merlin made it happen… somehow. He convinced Arthur to make an exception, and here you were nearly 2 years later incandescently in love with your coworker.
Except this wasn’t really the time to take a trip down memory lane. Not with nearly 20 hours of nonstop fighting and traveling… oh and more fighting. But at least you and Eggsy were there finally. You’d made it. 
Here you were in that son of a bitches hideout, and you were ready to kill that fucker once and for all.
The sooner you wrapped this up, the sooner you could get back to your flat, curl up with a bag of chips and snuggle the shit out of your boyfriend and dog. Then you could sleep for about a day, rinse and repeat.
If only it were that easy… Alvin MacNamon did everything in his power to ensure that didn’t happen; and he very nearly succeeded. The fight itself felt like it lasted nearly as long as the search for him had, and damn was he good at what he did. Alvin was fast, dexterous and extremely agile.
But ultimately he wasn’t good enough and sure as shit not better than you two. He fell like so many before him had in a thunderous fashion. Your effortless fighting and perfect unison was unfair to any that cross you, envied by those that watched it blossom from the start; and once more, it had saved you. 
When you thought about it, it made you smile like a child, and now as you look down at the disembodied man below you with chest rising and falling; it sept through once more filling you with a bright warmth and a cool chill of comfort. Usually the sight of a dead body should erupt other emotions, but you weren’t really thinking about MacNamon, were you?
“What you smilin’ bout, luv?” Eggsy asked you with breath hurried to match your own. 
He walked closer to you; his suit dirty and nearly ripped to pieces. Eggsy was speckled with blood, and even though he smiled you could see how tired he truly was. That golden head of hair shined in a disheveled mess atop that perfect head of his, and as you watched his steady steps; you fell in love all over again. He really was a breath of fresh air among the smog, and now like every other time he nearly took your breath away when he looked at you.
“Hm?” You asked with brows lowered. Eggsy sent you a soft smile starting in the corner of his lips as he wipe a beed of blood from his chin. “Oh. Just thinking about how I can’t wait to get home and sleep for like… a year? Yeah… a year sounds good.”
Eggsy walked closer to you, pulling the glasses from his face and stuffing them in his pocket. When he reached you he placed his hand at the nape of your neck, then kissed you softly. “Think we earned it, yeah?” 
“Oh, we absolutely did. I think we deserve the next several weeks off to recuperate… maybe even longer.” You slid your hands lightly up his chest ending at his neck; letting out a soft sigh as you scan the flecks of blood and fresh scrapes decorating his jaw. 
“What d’you s’ppose we do with our free time?” He asked innocently, pulling his hands to your hips. His azure gaze danced between your own, and there was a trickle that shot throughout your every limb offering a soft static. 
“Well firstly… I demand there be food. A lot of it. I’m talking mountains.” You answered honestly, evading the obvious reply you so desperately wanted most: Him.
“That’s my girl.” He replied pressing his hips into yours softly with a wink. With one hand he removed your glasses, placing them into your jacket pocket smoothly. “Any requests?”
“Pizza? Candy … fries?” You laughed, closing your eyes nearly smelling and tasting it all. 
Okay, maybe sleep was really what you needed most and not food, or sex for that matter. But you’d have plenty of time for rest after you got your snacks and desert, right? Right.
“Jus so happens I know a place…” Eggsy kissed your nose affectionately, then slid his hand back to your neck lightly, eyeing you sweetly; admiring each detail that decorating your face like it was a work of art.  
You scrunched your nose softly as you smile up at him insinuating with your next words. “And just what do you think we should do, Unwin?” 
“Was gunna suggest cuddlin’.” He pursed his lips, raising a brow playfully.
With this you couldn’t help but send a soft chuckle. You certainly did like cuddling, of course you did… There weren’t many things you liked more than being wrapped in those arms, actually. But your mind was a little less U rated and more along the lines of no clothing, and a lot more moaning if you were being frank…
“Cuddling?” You narrowed your eyes on him, pulling your lip between your teeth. After a moment though, you nodded sweetly pulling him into a tight hug; breathing in the fresh piney smell of his skin. “Yeah… I could go for some cuddling.” 
“An maybe after, I could show you somethin’ new I learned…” Eggsy breathed into your neck softly, lightly tracing his lips over your skin.
With a smile you pushed your mouth into the soft part of his neck, biting him softly. “Something new, hm? And just what might that be…”
“Jus gonna have to show ya, won’I?” He slid his hand through your hair, pulling you into a fervent kiss and for a moment you both forgot where you were. 
“Bout ready to go, luv? Bet Merlin’s sick a hearin’ us.” When Eggsy pulled from you, your eyes were still closed and somehow you’d never felt more rested than you did now.
“He certainly is.” Merlin replied in your ears, and your eyes shot open. 
You pulled your lips between your teeth sending Eggsy an almost bashful smile as you separated turning a lovely shade of red.
“Sorry… about that, Merlin…” You suppressed another laugh as the two of you made your way hand in hand out of the mansion; delusional, tired and perfectly in love. 
The day had been long, and all you needed was some food and rest. Could have used a bit more coffee, and a lot less embarrassment… But there was no way you were going to bed without having your cake and eating it too. 
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