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fushipurro · 7 months

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Seven Minutes

☆ Synopsis: you were invited to one of your friend's wedding, but since you don't have a boyfriend anymore, you're alone and spending your time alone at the bar. that is until a man named toji shows up and brings you out of your comfort zone and making you forget why you're there to begin with.

☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, jjk au, f!reader, alcohol, exhibitionism, creampie, some fluff, shameless smut, dom/sub, pet names, biting/scratching, foreplay (nipple, vaginal, handjob), some degradation (just teasing, really)

☆ Word Count: 3.4k

this was the dream wedding day for a lucky bride. the sun was shining, the venue was beautiful, plenty of friends and family. the only downside is that you came alone and didn't know anyone except for the bride, so here you are, sipping away a basic cocktail drink in the reception hall.

if you weren't dazed by the swirl of the drink in your glass, you were scanning the room and eyeing the crowd with a hint of jealousy before taking another sip. it's hard to complain though, the music is nice, it's not too noisy right now, and the appetizers thankfully aren't stale. it was all too easy to disassociate and let time pass until your attention was pulled back suddenly from some movement behind you.

"this seat taken?" startled, you turn to see a large raven haired man not waiting for your response as he made himself comfortable looking you up and down.

"oh, uh, no you're good." you looked back at your drink, taking yet another sip. the man next to you continued to stare you down even as you side-eyed him a few times wondering what his deal was.

he then finally spoke up, "you alone or waiting for someone?" with a voice so smooth and deep that it hit you in a way that made your knees tremble despite the fact you were already sitting. he took notice to the way your face flushed and averted from his gaze. truth of the matter is, you originally planned to come with a date, but recently they broke up with you so that wasn't an option anymore. it'd be rude to rescind your invitation after all, so the only thing to do was grin and bear it for your friend.

"uh─ just alone," you cleared your throat before giving the man a light chuckle.

"really? pretty lady like yourself?" leaning in closer, he smirked as though he was trying to see if you'd start squirming in your seat again from his voice. "ain't that a shame."

"are you alone too?"

"maybe," he said leaning back again onto the bar with his elbow, "but then again, we're both sitting here together now, aren't we?" waving to the bartender, he ordered a regular soda. while he was doing that, you managed to get a better look at his incredibly sculpted body without him burning a hole through you with his eyes. you could almost make out a scar over his lip before he shot a glance from the side, sending your eyes back again to your lap.

hoping to avoid being teased again, you quickly started up a new converstation, "so... uh─"

"toji."

"toji. are you family to either of the couple?"

"nah, i just know the groom."

"i see... oh i'm y/n by the way, nice to meet you."

without warning, toji's honeyed voice whispered in your ear, "are you going to look at your drink all night instead of me?"

your reaction alone was so enticing to him. toji definitely knew his voice had an affect on you but he didn't expect the visceral jerk your body made. the way it tickled down your neck shook you and brought quite the ravenous smile to appear on his face. toji laughed it off and continued drinking.

you tried your best to face him, taking another sip as if it'd boost your confidence in the situation. one leg crossed over the other, tightening your dress a bit around you not that you were the one to notice that.

your eyes finally met for more than a second, "mhm, yes, you are a pretty girl, y/n."

"y-you're not so bad yourself..." you nervously mumbled, making the man chuckle.

"relax yourself, doll, i'm only teasin' ya a bit. don't gotta be so tense," toji's voice trailing off as he leaned in once more to your ear, "though that i can help relieve..." he said seductively.

"appetizers! i should go get some─do you want some, toji?" you shot up not waiting for him to answer as you walked off to the buffet.

toji smiled, watching you walk off, all of his attention set on the way you moved, your stride, and the way your dress hugged your body with each motion accentuating your features. "aren't you an interesting little thing?" he purred to himself. typically his words and appearance would've had any other woman on their knees begging for him already, but you were different. you seemed interested enough, but yet you're stuck in your own shell and not acting on your feelings... and this was something toji knew he could fix if he could get his hands on you.

you made your way back with some appetizers, settling back down onto your stool next to toji and passing a plate to him with some meat slices and cheese.

"thank you, sweetheart but that's not what i want right now."

"oh sorry, do you want my plate inste─"

toji closed the distance between your faces with a hand cupped under your chin so you couldn't look away, "i want to feel you."

eyes widening and lips parting, "huh!?"

"come with me," he said as he stood up and started walking towards one of the doors in the hall. for once he didn't relish in the reaction you gave, not even turning around to see if you were following him. not that he had to though, your legs practically moved on their own to catch up to him so obediently.

he quickly shut the door behind the two of you, locking it as his free hand moved around your neck from behind you. his fingers slid some of your hair back.

"that's a good girl... y'er making me work a bit for this, aren't ya?" toji's teeth met the tip of your ear lightly, his warm breath melting your knees away so you could fall back into him.

the hand that was around your neck slowly lowered over your breast, the other gripping around your waist as his thumb ran circles over the bone. toji began to situate your body over his leg so his knee could rub against your clothed lips.

the needed friction was becoming unbearable. dizzying you as your hips moved on their own against his thigh while softly moaning.

"shit─listen to you, sweetheart." his hand moved over a looser part of your dress and slipped inside around your breast once more, pinching away your perked up bulb. toji's lips now met with your neck, the jerking motions returning from this ticklish spot on you, your head curling back into the crook of his.

"fuck, s'toji, mhhmm. . ."

"ya gonna cum already on my knee, y/n?" he jerked his knee upwards, taking control a bit to help.

"aah, toji~!"

you couldn't resist letting your hands find the closest part of him to dig your nails into, desperately trying to hide the sounds escaping your throat so you wouldn't be caught fucking the stranger at your friend's wedding. toji grunted against your ear, grabbing your face so he could kiss you through your orgasm. his green eyes refusing to close so he could watch your own roll back into your head.

toji lifted your dress up more and ran his thick fingers over your panties. "fuck, y/n, look at how soaked you are, you dirty girl." he smiled as he pulled the fabric aside and slid one of his digits in you up to his knuckle, gliding against your pearl with his rough calluses. your back arching as your grip on him only tightened further. "how long have you been soaked like this, i wonder?" his mouth right up against your ear once more as he spoke. in such a short time, this man had your weaknesses figured out and he was going to use every single one of them.

"since aah─ i first heard you, fuck," he began adding a couple more digits as you answered.

"good girl, keep using y'er words and i'll reward ya." his fingers slowly rising and falling inside you, scissoring your velvet walls while his other hand continued over your nipple. "god you're fuckin' tight, is this your first time?"

"no─ mmhm fuck, toji~."

"yes, princess?"

you continued to moan, squirming against his fingers until he suddenly stopped moving them. you tried to rub your hips instead to continue the euphoric feeling but his free hand moved off your chest under your chin once more to make you meet his eyes.

his voice was slightly stern, "what did i tell you before?"

"fuck, toji, s'please!"

"please what?" he teased once more, refusing to let you reach your climax until you complied with his request.

"please let me cum!" you desperately squealed. your eyes were so pretty and high off his body, cheeks as red as your swelling parts.

toji quickly resumed fingerfucking you, pushing into you as much as he could as your silverly essence coated his hand with each pump. he pulled you against his groin, sucking on your neck as you finally felt the relief come over you, crying out his name amidst a stream of curses and spilling drool.

"that's my girl, y/n. i told you all ya had to do was use y'er words, didn't i? now i think you're ready for─" he started to unbuckle his belt, but was interrupted by the sound of a staff member over a speaker calling for the wedding party to head over for the ceremony. "shit, of all the times..."

you were panting for air even as he freed his grip from you, trying to fix your dress and hair so nobody would know what the two of you were doing in secrecy.

"leaving before we get to the best part?" his arm blocked the door so you couldn't open it.

"toji, you heard the staff, we have to be there for the cerem─"

"so? not like we're related to the couple. they won't notice we're missing." he pulled you against his aching body again, looking down at you with a crooked grin.

"the bride is my friend though, she invited me personally..." you weren't against what he wanted to do next, but it'd at least give you a moment to rest without risking the two of you getting caught.

he began backing away to fix his pants, a small wet spot adorning the tip of his bulge and where you grinded against his knee. thankfully they were dark and not the easiest to notice, but the fresh marks on your neck were a different story.

"have it your way for now, princess, since you asked and all. but we will finish this later." his voice was demanding, but not forceful and still with the honeyed love from earlier. he just simply knew what you wanted and that he could give it to you.

what have i gotten myself into...

you arrived at the ceremony behind the rest of the party, taking your seat in one of the front few rows. from your position, you couldn't really see toji, but he could definitely see you. you tried glancing back to find him in the groom's section, and there he was a few rows back, eyes locked on you as you shot your glance forward once more with a quick shuffle in your seat. you could still feel the hot wet sensation between your legs each time you moved, tightening them together and constantly making sure your neck marks were hidden under your hair.

as much as you tried to pay attention, you couldn't ignore the feeling that toji was basically fucking you with his eyes. it wasn't a bad feeling, no, he made you feel so good and you wanted more. these were feelings that your ex never gave you which really began to take away the stress from that ordeal. your mind ran through images of toji, the feeling of his body and fingers inside you. never have you craved someone with your entire being after such a short time of knowing them.

after the ceremony had finished, the party was escorted to the dining hall to take their assigned seats. as if aphrodite herself was coordinating the event in your favor, your seat ended up being directly next to toji's. he was already sitting when you got there, almost hoping maybe you'd run up to him like a lost puppy.

"still can't bring yourself to look at me straight, y/n?" he smirked, "don't think i didn't see the way you squirmed in your seat the whole time."

toji moved his hand delicately over your thigh under the table before pinching it with his whole grip.

"fuck," you softly moaned, "toji, there's people around..."

"don't care," he grunted, lifting your dress up once more and working his way in, "they're too busy to care right now."

it took everything not to moan though everyone's toasts for the bride and groom. toji was relentlessly trying to make you reach your high to see if you'd squeal for him. it was impossible to eat the meal before you, and he knew that.

he got off acting normal the entire time, talking with others at the table, taking bites of food, and worst of all trying to ignore some of your neediness. toji wasn't going to let you cum unless you asked him, but in front of this crowd, that wasn't a risk you wanted to take.

in an act of revenge, you took your hand and began sliding it over to his bulge, to which he finally casted a side eye at you mid sentence with another guest. carefully unzipping his pants and moving your hand in.

fuck, this is huge!

it was thick and veiny, and even he was having a bit of time controlling the aching sensation from glossing him over. taking some of his glossy pre-cum and coating it over your finger, tracing around the tip and down each vein.

toji then decided to jerk his finger deeper inside you with some force, causing you to jump and finally make a sound, guests around your table looking at you with concern.

feigning innocence, you quickly replied "s-sorry haha, knee hit the table."

toji turned to you finally, placing his free hand over where you had yours on his cock secretly, "you should be more careful next time," he lightly scolded with another quick movement of his digit while smiling.

he enjoyed this sudden interest you took, this act of bravery and craving for his body. however this was his time to play with your body. continuing your actions would've ended up giving the party quite the show with no holding back of his urges to fuck you right then and there.

after the dinner and toasts ended, the DJ announced the first dance of the couple and the subsequent special couple dances. when the dance floor finally opened up to the public, many of the crowd made their way in to enjoy themselves.

"you should go dance too, sweetheart."

normally you'd be against dancing with your nerves and all, but you were a bit drunk off cocktails and toji's fingers so a bit of dancing wasn't the end of the world just to get you moving.

"you coming, toji?"

"nah i'll watch you."

toji remained in his seat, his lap almost inviting you back while he stared only at you, song after song. after a bit of time, a slow dance started to play, singles began exiting as did you until toji finally got up, grabbed your hand, and pulled you back onto the dance floor into his embrace.

"you've been teasing me long enough, sweetheart. i think i'm allowed some more hands on time with your body, don't ya think?"

despite his words, he held onto you like such a gentlemen, twirling you around like his doll, demanding the attention of the crowd to your electrifying chemistry. toji kept your body close to him, tightly gripping your waist so there couldn't be any bit of room between you two.

lifting your arm up a bit, he leaned his lips down to your ear, "when this is over, we're finishing what we started, y/n."

you blushed and buried your face in his chest, letting him marionette your body with skillful moves and a smile to pair. just as he said too, when the dance came to an end, his hand stayed around yours so he could walk you out of the venue. leading you to his car, he opened the door for you so you could settle down on the leather seats inside.

as hungry as toji was for you, he wanted to get you back to his home as soon as possible so he could have all the time he wanted with you. this allowed you time to sober up a bit on the quiet yet agonizing ride home.

inside his apartment, he wasted no time getting his hands back on you, lifting you up with his hands on your ass, his tongue melting inside your mouth. not waiting until he could get you to his bed, toji resorted to plopping you down on his couch.

toji pulled your dress up once more and started removing his pants to reveal the hidden monster you were expecting all evening from how close he kept it to you.

"i'm sure y'er still plenty soaked and ready from earlier, aren't ya?" he slapped his tip against your sensitive pearl causing you to moan.

he leaned down for a moment and snickered, "fuck, baby─you better keep making those pretty sounds now that nobody is around to hide from."

taking his hands, toji lifted your hips up to align with his as he started pushing into you, grunting "shit, you are tight, fuck, your last guy have a pencil dick or somethin'?"

"mmhm," you moaned while nodding, his pace quickening while his palms gripped tighter around you.

"not as good as my cock i bet. right, sweetheart? the cock you've been craving all night with your little stunt at dinner?"

"yes baby, fuck, i want you so badly."

"you dirty needy girl, but oh how pretty ya look takin' every inch of my cock, y/n."

toji's tip continued to kiss your womb with every pump, heavy balls smacking against your ass with a loud clap. your fingers once again clawing away at the fabric of the couch until you found one of his pillows to dig into to. drool spilling from your mouth as you moaned, "toji~" over and over.

he pushed your legs up into a mating press position so he could lean down into your face again to kiss you, arms at either side gripping your wrists up above your head. the hardened bulbs on your chest bouncing up and down against his chest as he fucked you senseless.

toji pulled back from your mouth, his speed slowing, "well, sweetheart?"

"shit, fuck─toji don't stop, s'please let me cum─aaah~!"

immediately before you even finished asking, toji rutted against your gspot with his girthy cock, the quivering hot sensation it was making caused your back to arch and your chest closer to his, squealing with pleasure. with your ex, you always made sure he wore his rubber, but that thought was too far gone with toji to care. his warmth coating your walls in white. the stimulation becoming so intense where all you could do was move your head back and to the side, taking a chunk of his sculpted arm into your mouth to bite on since you couldn't scratch to relieve it.

toji moaned with you, especially after being bit, right up against your ear so his honeyed voice could tickle and send you deeper off the edge, "y'er such a good girl, you know that right, y/n?" he said as he began pumping his cock again while you were coming down off the high. he had not a care in the world for how much the couch was being ruined by the spilling juices overflowing out of you.

"all ya needed was a good fuckin' from me to get you out of your comfort zone... i'll help you out some more, sweetheart."

"mmph please baby, i'm yours!"

"all mine? that's a good girl," his hand started caressing your cheeks with a loving look conveying in his eyes, "i'll give ya whatever you need so just ask okay, princess?"

"yes, god─toji, please keep fucking me!"

"with pleasure, y/n."

☆ Notes: hope nya'll enjoyed this!! i couldn't stop thinking about toji the entire time i was at wedding a few days ago so that really inspired this piece. i didn't quite expect to make it really into shameless smut, but i really like idea of toji guiding their love and being in charge while the reader can be quite shy and nervous (since that's how i am) so it was a little self indulgent but hey isn't that the point of writing fics?

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sanjisjuul · 5 months

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Therapist Law!

Summary: Law is a kinky therapist

Cw: fem reader, cursing, spanking, fingering

Note: if you've seen this before it's because its from my old account! i'm working on recovering all my fics and thanks to @pileofmush this one has been located in its entirety!

Word count: 3.2k

Mdni 18+

the ticking of the clock on the sad beige walls reverberates through your eardrums as you bounce your leg up and down in anticipation. a metallic taste tingles your taste buds as you draw blood from how hard you're chewing on your lip.

therapy. something you've wanted to do, but simultaneously put off for years. a recent break up that you initiated caused you to finally seek a doctor. your past lover, while a good person, didn't provide the affection you so much craved. you felt ignored, a bother almost, everything you put in was almost consumed rather than given back. not to mention sexually you were more than less satisfied, your partner always getting their needs met and not bothering to give yours any attention.

now you're sat in an uncomfortable leather chair, the squeaking making you cringe internally as you shift around. you try to search the walls for any distraction to calm your nerves, but the barren office offers absolutely nothing.

"y/n?" the soft voice of the receptionist breaks you from your inner thoughts. you look up at her and hum in question as she smiles softly at you. "dr. trafalgar is ready to see you, he's in room 5 whenever you're ready."

you stand slowly, the crack of your joints causing a jolt of pain to run through your body. you pull the sleeves of your sweater over your hands before heading down the hall in search of the room. blank white doors stare back at you as you trudge down the hall. each door with a large black number plastered on it. you come to a halt when seeing the door with a number five. you reach your hand to knock, but the creak of the door causes you to jump in place.

"come in," a deep man's voice speaks, quietly, but enough for the entire hallway to echo around you. without looking up you push past the door before closing it softly behind you. you turn around slowly, getting a glimpse of the room. Dr. Trafalgar's back is turned to you, he sits at a dark wooden desk adjacent to the door typing something rapidly on his computer. floating shelves litter the walls, filled with books, fidget toys, and what seemed to be action figures. a few posters hang from old movies and comic books which contrasts the sterility of the rest of the building, giving you a sense of comfort. there's a black leather chair sitting in the corner which rests next to a large monstera plant to which you take a seat.

"you must be miss y/n." the doctor speaks his large back still turned to you. you fidget with sleeves, "yes," you smile although he still cannot see you. "alright then," he presses enter on his keyboard before swiveling around in his chair to face you. you almost choke on air upon his front side coming into view. piercing grey eyes bore into yours, a raven mop of hair sits atop his head styled a bit messily. his cheekbones and jawline defined with pretty pink lips and a black goatee resting on his chin. your eyes shamelessly trail down his body as yours heats up. he's dressed business casual, black slacks, black loafers, and long sleeved black button down. he wears two gold hoops on each ear, but what you least expected are the two large tattoos covering each hand, surprising to say the least, but you certainly aren't complaining.

"so tell me," he breaks your trance, spreading his long legs to rest his elbows on each thigh, holding his face in his knuckles as he leans forward, eyes never leaving yours, "what brings you in?" he licks his lips, almost as if he's reading your mind. you could have sworn you saw a ghost of a smirk before you start speaking. "well um basically i just want to better myself. i just left a long relationship and want to understand why i stayed so long, why i put myself through so much mental anguish."

dr. trafalgar nods his head, eyebrows furrowed as he actively listens to what you have to say, "well let's start with this. tell me about your last relationship. what occurred, and how it ended." he reaches for a notepad, pen and reading glasses on his desk, before sliding the glasses on and reassuming his previous position.

you stumble a bit before starting your sentence, the glasses on his handsome face distracting you as you try to recall your memories. "um.. well yeah, i basically felt ignored, almost an afterthought," you start. you go on a long rant recalling all of your frustrating memories, the times you felt like a bother, the constant effort you put in to get none in return, and the way this affected you which ultimately led you to leave.

dr. trafalgar takes notes as you go, looking up every so often to give you a look of understanding, not one of pity which you've received far too many times as of late. you catch your breath as you finish, feeling a sense of relief as you finish your recollection.

"well, if i'm going to be honest, he sounds like a complete idiot." dr. trafalgar starts, before leaning back in his chair. "i'm glad you were able to leave without many complications. it takes a lot of courage to leave something long term as you just have."

you smile at his statement before continuing, "to me it should have ended long ago, being with him was more of a past time, i was just scared of being lonely. which in hindsight was a bit stupid because i have friends who have been there for me more than he ever was."

your doctor smiles at you, "that isn't stupid miss y/n. many people fear being alone, it's completely normal. i am very glad to hear you have friends that support you"

"i don't know,' you start. "it just feels like my life was on halt for such a long period of time. if anything i'm glad to be single now so i can actually explore other options."

he cocks an eyebrow, "options?"

you feel the blood rush to your cheeks upon answering, "options... as in other sexual partners, romantic or not." you close your eyes momentarily as you feel embarrassment creep it's way through your body.

"were you not satisfied sexually?" he sets his notepad on the desk besides him, and removes his glasses, running a large hand through his raven locks. you try not to linger your stare on his long fingers, each digit tattooed, making you feel... things.

"well to be completely honest no." you advert your gaze from your sexy ass therapist and chew on your lip before continuing. "it's just going back to effort. he didn't make effort for me emotionally, physically, nor sexually. i always made sure that he was taken care of.. if you know what i mean."

dr. trafalgar pauses for a moment, "well if you're comfortable we can go through that aspect of the relationship as well. just remember, this is all on your terms miss y/n." he locks eyes with yours once again, his face stern as he speaks.

your face heats up as you look down. you planned on talking about this with your doctor, but didn't expect him to be so... attractive. you feel his gaze on your face before you sigh. you lift your head to meet dr. trafalgars gaze, to which he stares intently back at you.

his silence makes you continue, "in two years how do you not make somebody cum?" you question frustratedly. "he didn't even try, he even blamed me at one point, can you fucking believe that?" you sigh in anger. "i used to excuse myself into another room to take care of myself," you laugh in disbelief, "it was just so frustrating." you finish, if you were in a cartoon steam would be seeping out from your ears.

"may i ask?" dr. trafalgar moves his chair a few inches closer, "when was the last time somebody besides yourself made you cum?" you're taken aback at his question, but not uncomfortable in the slightest. you lean forward resting your chin in your hands before pondering, "s' been years, i can't even remember to be honest with you."

your doctor bites his lip before speaking, "and would you say, that has caused some sexual frustration on your end?" you nod, too distracted to vocalize an answer as you watch him chew on his lip.

"while in that relationship did you ever consider pursuing any other sexual partners?" he shifts in his chair crossing his legs.

you pause in thought, "yeah, i honestly did. i never acted on those thoughts though, i would have felt terrible."

dr. trafalgar clenches his jaw, "how about now? do you have any desire to fulfill your needs as of late?" he leans back in his chair, legs still crossed as if he's hiding something.

you feel feverish at this point, his line of questioning mixed with the pure aura of sex he exudes is too much for you to handle. "i-i... um yeah. i'm just waiting to find someone who is willing to do the same with me."

"can i be honest miss y/n?" he questions, his icy eyes trained on your lips before darting back to your face. you nod once again as you stare back in awe, nodding.

"i find you to be incredibly attractive," he rolls up his sleeves, revealing more ink along his forearms. "fuck professionality, i want to make you feel good."

you stare back in shock, your lips part slightly and your thighs clench together as you feel the heat in your body settle at your core, dampening your panties. you can't form a sentence even if you try as he stares back at you in dead seriousness.

he rests his hands on his knees before standing, his stature making you feel small as he approaches you, bending down face level with you. . "let me repeat myself," he brushes your hair back, goosebumps forming at the warmth of his large hands. "i want to make you feel good, could i do that for you?" you shudder as his lips meet the shell of your ear, his hand resting on the nape of your neck, other in his pocket as he leans over you.

"please," you squeak, eyes trained on the floor in embarrassment. you feel his other hand reach for your chin to which he tilts up, forcing you to look him in the eyes. his half lidded eyes meet yours as he bites his lip, "look at me when you speak miss y/n." your chest heaves at the proximity, his hand leaves the nape of your neck to grab a fistfull of your hair, holding it firmly to keep your gaze on his.

"please," you whisper, your eyes darting down to his pretty lips, "make me feel good." he smirks, tugging your hair softly, "good girl."

he closes the distance by pressing his lips onto yours. the kiss is soft and passionate. his hand stays wrapped in your hair as his lips dance on yours. he softly prods his tongue to tease your bottom lip. you open your mouth to accept his offering to which he presses his tongue fully in, savoring your taste.

you sigh at the intrusion, the feeling of being kissed correctly felt so foreign to you yet so fucking amazing. your tongues collide as you feverishly make out in his office. you gain the courage to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to you, however you didn't realize your strength as the first two buttons of his shirt ripped off completely.

you break the kiss to marvel at his bare collar bones, also littered with tattoos, you groan at the view to which he smirks. "miss y/n," he says in fake surprise, "didn't know you were so eager." you fake pout at his response and he chuckles before removing his hands from you to slowly undo the buttons of his shirt. as each button pops open, your gaze goes further down his body, taking in as much as you could. every muscle, every speck of ink prominent in your eyes as his shirt dropped to the floor.

you reach your shaky hands up slowly to rest on his ab muscles, to which he grabs your wrists, planting them on his torso. you curiously glide your hands up and down, feeling the taut and warm flesh as your slick starts to seep through your yoga pants.

abruptly, he steps back from you, returning back to his chair and taking a seat, reassuming his manspread position. you now understand why his legs were crossed earlier, his cock is painfully erect through the fabric of his slacks.

"cmere," he grunts, and you do as you're told, stepping closer until you're stood directly in front of him. he reaches his hands up to you, wrapping his arms around your torso, bringing you closer. "miss y/n," he speaks, causing you to look down at him. his face is yet again serious, his eyebrows furrowed. "we can stop at any moment you'd like, tell me if it's too much."

you nod your head at his statement, smiling softly, "okay," you whisper. Dr. Trafalgar starts to kiss your stomach through your sweater, his hands raking down your back before reaching dangerously close to your ass. he suddenly halts, "want you bent over on my lap," he grunts, removing his face from your sweater to look up at you. "mhm," you hum as you position yourself over his lap before laying down. your ass is directly below his face, and your face almost touches the floor, but he holds your hair back to prevent that from happening.

"i'm going to start now, tell me if this is okay," Dr. Trafalgar speaks before you feel his hand start to slide up the back of your thighs. he squeezes every so often, causing jolts of electricity to run through your body. once he reaches the crest of your ass he pauses, "this ok?" he questions.

"yes, please continue," you pant out. he hums as his hand slides over your ass, he grips the flesh in his hand squeezing softly before letting go. "such a nice fuckin' ass," he growls before placing a soft slap on your right cheek. you moan in pleasure as he repeats the action to your other cheek. "hmm whats this?" he questions, moving his hand in between your legs, "this wet already miss y/n?" he starts to rub you through your pants collecting the juices that leaked through, humming in the process.

you twitch as his hand makes contact with your clothed cunt. he rubs softly, the teasing driving you mad as your body slightly vibrates under his control. "so sensitive for me yeah?" he questions, before slapping your ass again, harder this time, causing you to moan loudly. "feels s'good doctor," you whine as he places another harsh slap on your ass, causing you to clench around nothing. "you can call me law sweetness," he sounds before spanking you again, this time leaving a stinging sensation behind.

your clit starts to pulsate through your panties, your juices start to coat not only your opening, but now your thighs as well to which law notices, "you like it when i spank you miss y/n?" you yelp as another slap is placed on your behind, "fuck-law yes i love it." he chuckles above you, "good girl."

you feel his hands move up your ass and hook around the waist band of your yoga pants, "ass up," he commands to which you oblige. you arch your back as he slides your pants down your legs, revealing your soaked panties. he hums as his fingers come in contact with your cunt, rubbing circles around the area around your entrance, before slipping one finger inside the fabric.

you shudder as he swipes his finger up and down, collecting as much wetness as he can while creating a delicious friction on your clit. "you like that huh?" he questions as he slips one finger inside of you. you twitch at the feeling, his long and slender finger moves in and out of you, pumping slowly as to warm you up. "y-yes," you pant out as you clench around his finger.

before speeding up any further he slips another finger past your panties and into your entrance, stretching you out so good as you wail out. his grip on your hair tightens as you lose composure, your eyes screw shut in pleasure as his fingers work in and out of you.

when his fingers hook over one particular spot, you twitch involuntarily causing him to chuckle, "so that's the spot huh?" he continues to hit the same spot, his fingers repeatedly hooking in and out of your hole as pressure builds in your lower stomach. curses and moans leave your mouth as you feel yourself losing complete composure. drool seeps from your lips as your body vibrates under his touch.

just when you think it can't get any better he slips his thumb through your panties and onto your clit, rubbing circles as he continues the pace of his fingers. "f-fuck law," you cry out as a tingling sensation overtakes your senses. "yeah? tell me how good it feels," he groans. "feels so fucking good, keep going g-gonna cum," you whine out between breaths. he keeps the pace he set, not speeding up nor slowing down. he releases your hair as your head falls limp he reaches his forearm to catch you, hand moving down to your chest and flicking your nipple through your shirt adding a third point of stimulation.

"say my name," law commands as your climax approaches. your body spasms atop him, "wanna hear you fuckin' say it." you manage to choke out his name, "l-law oh fuck law gonna cum, please please please," you wail your legs shaking harshly.

"that's it baby, cum for me," he grunts as your cunt flutters around his fingers. you cry out as your orgasm washes over you, the triple stimulation giving you the most astounding feeling ever. fire erupts all over your body as your juices coat his hand. his hands keep working you, making sure you ride out your climax fully, as your whole body shudders underneath him. chants of his name leave your mouth as a mantra as you pant for air.

he slows down his movement slowly but surely until he completely stills. your body lays limp on top of him almost collapsing on the floor before he catches you in his arms, pulling you to sit on his lap, wrapping his strong arms around you. you bury your head in the crook of his neck, gasping as you catch your breath. "how was that miss y/n?" law questions, his voice muffled by your shoulder, you feel the rasp of his voice rumble through your spent body. "so. fucking. amazing." you sigh becoming almost limp in his arms.

"i'm glad to hear that," you can feel his smile through the fabric of your sweater which causes you to reciprocate. he pulls you off his shoulder to look you in the eyes, smirking, "so, let's schedule your next appointment."

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Not So Peachy of a Trick | Part 3

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader.

|Warnings|: Afraid of commitment! Wednesday Addams, reader was under the impression of one thing, Wednesday never elaborates the misunderstanding until now, lame-ass guy trying to make moves, Jealous! Wednesday Addams.

|Summary|: Your whole entire relationship with Wednesday Addams is apparently a lie.

|Word count|: 1.1k words

|A/n|: This is a part 3 to "Sweet Words Make a Lovely Shade" (check link in reply for my masterlist)! Reblog and like if you enjoy!

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Dying.

That's what you feel like doing right now.

A lame-ass guy is sitting on what would usually be Wednesday's seat at Weathervane's sofa booth. And what makes it even worse? He's talking- no, flirting with you, you're pretty sure, and your apparently not-girlfriend is not here to save you.

Your mind travels back to the implausible turn of events unfolding earlier that evening as you sip your coffee and nod your head, smiling politely at the man's poor attempt at a joke.

"What. The. Actual. Friggin. Sheet. IS HAPPENING HERE?"

You quickly push yourself off Wednesday when the blonde's booming voice rings through the entire dormitory to hear.

"I believe you have eyes to see what had happened, Enid." Wednesday's tone sounds calm and collected—like she hasn't just taken all the air out of your lungs from the intensity of her kiss—and you can practically hear her best friend who had witnessed everything squeal and jump in excitement; hardwood floor squeaking in her wake.

"Oh my god, tell me everything!" Enid ran and sprawled her figure across your bed as she continued, "I know you guys have like a thing going on, but I didn't expect it to go so far as to flash me with a passionate make-out session," and you can hear the mix of curiosity and nausea etched in her voice.

You groan as you bury your head in your arms, face heating up because suddenly the room feels abnormally hot.

"She humiliated me with compliments a few days ago," Wednesday answers the werewolf's request, "in front of everybody else unfortunate enough to be at an earshot distance from us—which wouldn't be too hard with the incessantly loud voice—so I had to make sure payback hurts."

"Like a bitch?" Enid wiggles her eyebrows, voice teasing.

"Sure," Wednesday replies flatly.

You raise your head to look at the raven-haired girl, face grimacing in betrayal. "That's it? That's why you agreed to make-out with me? To get back at me?" your breathing quickens as you process Wednesday's words.

"How far did you plan all this? Is that why you even proposed this whole study date thing?"

"Precisely."

You widen your eyes at Wednesday's reply, and at that moment, you want nothing more than to sink into the bottom of the ocean; that way, you at least wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment of even being in the same room with her.

And Enid. Oh god, Enid knows. She'd seen the whole thing, and you're sure everyone else in this academy would know all the deeds by tomorrow morning.

A meek "...why?" is all you can let out, heart beating wildly against your chest as you feel like you're about to explode.

"Because I didn't come here to lose," came Wednesday's reply, and you were about to complain before she added the sentence that would be the bane of your existence, "and this isn't a date."

"What?" you snapped your head in Wednesday's direction, sitting straighter in your seat.

"This isn't a date," Wednesday said impassively, "I simply executed my fool-proof strategy, and it was a resounding success."

"But you are dating, right?" Enid finally cuts in. There's a direness in her voice as you see one of her eyebrows raised in half-concern.

You scoffed at the werewolf's silly question. "Of course, we are-"

"No. We aren't," Wednesday cuts in.

Your mouth gaped at the absurdity of her words.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you mean you're not dating each other?" Enid jumped off the bed and grabbed Wednesday by the shoulders, face contorting in shock.

"Yeah, what do you mean we're not dating?" Your voice raised as you spoke, "You just shoved your tongue down my throat like 5 minutes ago- Don't you dare say we're not dating-"

The aggression and frustration are evident in your voice, and even the densest person on the planet would recognize the scrunched-up, hurt look on your face. Is Wednesday gaslighting you?

"As I said. We're not dating. I just put my strategy-

"-into action? Yeah, is that what you wanted to say? Is that it? Am I just a pawn on your chessboard? Some amusing game you play when you get bored?"

You stood up as you choked out your next words, "What even is all this, Wens? Am I just a joke to you? I know that we never made it official or something like that, but I thought we had something going on. Something special, even."

You held back a tear as you waited for Wednesday's response. There came none. She only sits there with her jaw clenched, as if you're being childish and acting pathetic.

"But I guess we're nothing special, huh?" your inquiry fell on deaf ears, "Heck, there wasn't even a 'we' to begin with."

You bitterly chuckled as you tore your eyes away, catching a glimpse of Enid's sorry face. Quickly grabbing your stuff from the desk, you turned your back away from the two best friends and walked to your door, only stopping briefly to mutter a quick "See you around, Addams," before slamming the door after you.

And just like that, you were alone once again.

"-your number?" You snap back into reality at the sudden raising in the voice of the man talking to you. You look down to hide your exasperated look and take a deep breath before asking him to repeat his question.

"Yeah, can I get your number? I think you're cute and I'd love to get to know you," the stranger says as he leans forward in your direction; eyes looking expectantly at you.

You sigh. You haven't even responded to a single thing the guy has said in the past 15 minutes; your mind is too busy sulking at the sour memory.

Is this what you look like all the time you've spent with Wednesday? Maybe this is what it feels like for her; uninterested and slightly annoyed that you haven't gotten the hint and back off.

You take another sip of your coffee.

It tastes bitter.

Grabbing a tissue paper and a pen from your coat, you write a string of random numbers to get him off your back.

What you had missed was the ice-cold stare of a familiar figure watching your every movement intently the entire time. You also missed the doorbell brutishly chiming when you handed the tissue paper to the man.

Next thing you know, your hand is yanked until you're forced to stand up from the sofa booth, a possessive arm snaking around the side of your waist, pulling your bodies flush together.

You don't have to look over to see who the intruder is; the familiar cold fingers on your skin and the seething rage emitting from the person beside you give away the identity.

At that moment, you only had one thought in your mind;

Wednesday Friday Addams is a frickin' menace.

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prodbyblush · 1 year

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i have a request for the aib boys getting jealoussss, i love your workkk <3

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→ gn!reader

No matter how hard he tries not to look jealous, he's bad at it. ARISU would look very sad from a far as he watches you get in touch with an old male friend of yours whom he's heard from you that left the country a few years ago and returned a few days ago, but before leaving, that same old male friend confessed his feelings.

"I'm back, Arisu!"

So now what becomes of him? Is he going to get disposed now that he's back? Is the feelings that were once dead coming back to life? Did they even linger while you were dating him?

"Arisu? Arisuuuu!"

Maybe he's just a rebound? A test of water to see if you could love again after his departure. Maybe, just maybe, it would be best to break things off now with you.

"Arisu!"

"Huh?" The raven haired male hums, snapping out of his reverie as he grounds himself back to reality, to you.

"You know I'm yours, right?" He hears you say, cupping his cheeks and squishing them together. "I may look happy seeing him but there's no one else I'll go home to but you!"

And there it is. The words of assurance he needed to hear that he still has you.

For as long as he lives, he'll never admit his jealousy. CHISHIYA would rather much die than show weakness. But sometimes, his own premise to himself falters when it involves you.

"Did you like that person's company at the bar?" He asks, hands tucked inside the pockets of his jacket, sitting atop of the high chair. "It seems that they are more than ready to keep the drinks going."

"The person at the bar?" You repeat. "I don't like their company neither the attention they give me." You say, taking steps closer to him.

"That's good to hear." He replies.

"Were you perhaps...jealous?"

"No I wasn't. I was just looking out for you."

"But that's practically the same."

"Just be thankful."

Even without the alcohol, NIRAGI always wanted to be by your side - morning til night.

"Niragi, I'm hot." He hears you complain, his arms draped around your figure.

"Of course you are." He responded, the scent of his cologne mixed with alcohol and gun powder wafting around him. "Look at how these idiots' look at you."

"But I don't care about them." You reply, pouting. "I want to go back inside the hotel and take a cold shower."

"Aw, but I kind of like the attention were getting here." He coos, placing a kiss on top of your head. "If were here, everyone knows were together." He adds.

"Should we take a dip in the pool instead? I'll get you more cold drinks." He compromises.

"Seems fair." You reply.

"Oi" Niragi suddenly calls out, voice deep as he stands on his feet, rifle always ready in hand. "Got something to say? I saw how you were staring at us."

"No thanks, I'm goo-"

"Fuck off, creep. Guys like deserve to get a bullet in the head."

Before things could even escalate, please control him. He only listens to you after all.

"Is your phone more important than me?"

As much as LAST BOSS doesn't want to admit too, the green feeling latched onto him ever since all this began.

Before even getting to how it is, he lays out all the movies the two of you promised to watch together along with the snacks and drinks of your liking; going as far as letting you borrow his hoodie.

But up to the second movie and you're still on your phone? What the hell is this?

"Who are you even texting?" He asks but it sounded more like a demand.

"Me?" You ask. "It's only my co worker. I'm actually-"

"How much do you two text in a day?"

"...A fair amount? But listen-"

"We don't even text each other like that. The casual good morning, good night and wanna come over texts is all we send each other."

"I know. But aren't we like that because we usually spend time each other than sending texts?"

"Why are you even asking me all this? What's gotten into you? Are you jealous?"

Not replying to the accusation, all he could do is look away to hide the tinge of pink splotching on his cheeks. When he couldn't control it, he'd bite his inner cheek.

"My co worker is a new hired. I told them to text me if they're encountering any problems that was beyond what we covered. But you have me!" You reply, straddling on his lap while wrapping your arms around his neck. "You have all of me."

He knows it's pointless to talk about a topic like this but what could he do when he's curious? KARUBE just wanted to know what your ex partners were like when you were dating them.

"Well..." You begin to say, racking up your brain to reminisce the old, deep hidden memories inside your mind. The ones you've managed to remember the last bits of memories you made with them.

"Some of them were romantic to begin, some of them not quite. Some were good in bed, but some aren't." You added, receiving a slow nod of head from Karube.

"Except this one person." You quickly took note, rambling how this ex partner of yours knew how to push your buttons when in bed.

And as you draw on and on, the jealousy begins to build up in him. His feelings and expression changed into a dark on.

"You can stop now. You lost me at the beginning already." He stops you short, finishing the rest of his beer.

"Are you...jealous? You know I'm yours, right?"

Karube makes a face, brushing off the jealousy he feels like it's nothing.

"Me? Jealous? Why would I be?" He asks. "Though you lost me in the beginning of your story, I can give you much more than them. There isn't anyone else in this world that can make you feel good except me."

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So I recently started watching Criminal Minds and ofcourse I’m head over heels for miss Prentiss so I was wondering if I could request a Emily Prentiss x f!reader where Emily is dom and is brat taming reader because reader enjoys being a brat sometimes? <3

Thank you and hope you have a wonderful day <3

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*Authors note~ don't we all need an Emily to train us? A daddy fully capable of handling our bratty behaviour?*

Trigger warnings~ daddy kink! Brat r dom em thigh riding strap over stim? Toys restraints degrading? Praise

Prompt~see ask*^^^^

Truthfully, you didn't know why you began to brat against Emily, after all you knew very will you'd be swiftly put into your place but you still did it anyway. The BAU were stranded in Vegas for another night due to the jet being loaned to another unit for the day. And of course the team decided to go out and celebrate the success of another Unsub off the streets. But you had well and truly wound Emily up.

It started with simple touches or whispered words to rile her up but you knew you fucked up when Emily tapped two fingers to the side of her thigh. Strike two had been given and you knew it wouldn't take much else to earn some of her attention. You were sat on Emily's lap just bantering back and forth with JJ while you innocently shifted your hips every now and then to the point you were now smearing your damp panties all over her bare thigh. That was the final straw for Emily, with a hushed whisper she informed you that you'd be retiring for the night, it wasn't a strike but it was a sure sign the raven haired women was losing her composure and control.

You both stumbled your way to the hotel room as lips pressed against one another fighting for control. Yours won surprisingly which stunned the older woman enough for you to shove her into the dresser chair. A little whine of surprise was all Emily offered before she became distracted by you removing your tight little dress. That left you in your maroon lace set that complimented your body perfectly. "Sit back daddy" you murmured, your bratty nature wiling her to defy the demand. Emily bit her lip before playing into your game.

"Put your hands on the arm chair" you demanded slightly giddy that she was doing as you told her to, a power you'd never felt before. Emily slowly placed her arms on the sides of the chair, watching as you raked your eyes over her body. "Now open your legs" you purred. Emily did as she was told while complaining, "you Angel are not the-" you cut her off with the next command, "not too much."

Only when you had her spread her legs to to a point where you were happy that her clothed cunt was on display did you allow yourself to admire your handy work. "Like this angel?" Emily teased watching your bratty brain try to work out her angle, "are you satisfied sweetheart?" You couldn't help but reply losing all control of your dominant side, "yes, I like that very much" you purred watching as your lover got up from her seat and began to dig through the bags to find what she wanted. As soon as you caught sight of the rope you knew one thing. You were fucked.

"Now pet, I don't appreciate this faux dominance you seem to think you can display. You aren't in control here, just a pathetic little bratty baby for daddy aren't you?" She murmured approaching you which caused you to step backwards until you fell back against the bed, providing her with the perfect opportunity to bind your limbs. "Such a precious doll, all tied up for daddy" she teased, loving that you were now nothing but a bratty sub for her to use.

You knew Emily didn't take well to your bratty nature, always wanting to train you into the perfect little submissive for her. The challenge of that provides a thrill like no other. That is how you ended up bound to the bed on full display as she circled you, as naked as the day she was born, like a hunter hunting it's prey. The vibrator tied into the perfect position, your clit being abused by vibrations time after time until you were hanging on the edge of bliss, only for Emily to use her remote and shut the toy off.

"Pet, you are such a mess for me. Where's this attitude gone hmm? All the nerve you had to tease daddy all day, it's all gone now hmm?" She teased watching you squirm whimpering against Emily's panties that had been lovingly shoved into your pretty mouth. "No? Still gonna fight daddy? Shame! I was going to let you cum darling" she murmured before coming to straddle your thigh, "you cum and I swear to god angel you won't be able to sit for a week" she all but growled before dragging her drenched cunt up and down the length of your thigh as the vibrations started back up.

You practically howled around her makeshift gag as your climax was ripped away from you once more, the sight of your lover rutting against your tensed thigh driving you absolutely insane with your need. "Poor pet" she panted out, "oh fuck gonna cum" she mewled as her hips moved in less precise movements. By the time Emily had rode out her high you had droll dripping from your mouth, tears streaming down your face as you let out muffled whimpers.

Emily took some pitty on you and removed the panties, you immediately blurred out a string of whimpered apologises, "mmm sorry daddy, mm so sorry I'm daddy's, daddy's girl. Please daddy m sorry use me daddy." Your whines of need truly showing Emily how sorry you were. "Mph daddy daddy" you whimpered as she removed the vibe, "shhh darling, daddy's gonna take really good care of her sweet girl, my good girl hmm?"

You dripping folds had never felt so sensitive so when you felt Emily slip her girthy strap on into your cunt you had to bite back a scream. "Oh fuck daddy" you whined as she began to bottom you out with each thrust. "Daddy please please wan cum for you" you mewled knowing you couldn't be edged another time without what felt like dying. "Cum angel" was all Emily offered as she brought her hand down to your sensitive bud.

You came with a loud cry a Emily fucked you through the pleasure. You swore you saw stars before it went black. Emily couldn't help the smirk that found her lips as she saw you'd been fucked so well that you'd passed out. She made sure to clean up your sensitive body before cradling you in her arms allowing your body to come back to life in its own time.

"Hi Angel" Emily teased causing a scarlet red blush to adorn your cheeks. "I'm sorry daddy I don't know what happened" you yawned and subconsciously snuggled closer to your lovers warmth. "It's okay sweetheart you did so good for daddy. Do you need anything or would you like to sleep? After all your my sleepy girl hmm?" You carefully weighed up the options before opting for some sleep in her arms.

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The Waterbending Master

Finally! Only took the whole season to find one.

This one apparently also has commentary. I'll leave it off for now.

After countless episodes without, we finally have another hybrid animal. Behold:

A koala Sea-otter? That makes noises like a Raven. Alright.

Sokka saying "I'm not one to complain" is a) pretty damning evidence of his amount of self-awareness b) self-deprecating sarcasm c) a funny line that I'm reading too deeply into

Why is Appa flying so low anyway?

Subtle signs that these guys are way too used to relying on bending: -no railings -no alternate propulsion source (seriously, not even an oar?) -no emergency supplies in case a trip runs long (I don't even see an emergency sandwich, and come on guys, it's not like waterbending controls the weather)

Random pinball bumper style ice stabbies does seem like a good defense though.

Not so subtle exposition dump from Zhao the asshole. Avatar writers are usually better at integrating catch-up dialogue. Looks like Aang will be arriving just in time to defend the Water tribe from the invasion that, ironically, he summoned. Talk about self-inflicted problems. Do you think if Aang had found a waterbending teacher somewhere else, the Fire Nation would have left the water tribe alone for another hundred years? Aang's been learning on the run; they could have picked up a single waterbender and hightailed it back to some cave in the earth kingdom to learn there. Or the water tribe could have sent a waterbender out to find the gaang as soon as rumours of the avatar reached them. See? This was avoidable.

Always love me some sea-bison.

They have bending doors like Omashu. Actually is this a door or a lock? I think the water level is changing.

Is this a hybrid animal? The yak thing, not the two legger.

Last time you got a hero's welcome, Suki's village burnt down. Foreshadowing?

How often does this lady see sea-bisons? She just passed by one and didn't even bat an eye. Is there a secret sea-bison colony that's spent the last 100 years hiding from the fire nation in the north pole?

Music Night! Need a better lyricist.

What's going on here? Did they roast a giant turtle thing and now they're cooling it to serve by dunking it in water? Did they feel the need for a steam effect for the guy's speech so they heated up a giant thingy and dunked it in water? Is it a weird boat thing? It looks like it has a face. I bet it's a ritual object.

Are these pot stacks the water tribe version of Totem Poles?

Oh nuh uh. Nope. 16 is way too young to marry.

This girl is so into him I can feel it through the screen, the dvd player, and the 15+ years since this aired.

Even the head guy's like "yeah, he's an asshole, What can you do?" Let's put this asshole and Zhao the asshole in a room together. They can out-asshole each other. Should be fun.

Remember back in episode three when I said that Zuko needed to learn how to lie? This is why.

Nevermind, we don't need to put Zhao and Paku in a room together to out-asshole each other. Paku wins. As far as I've seen, bending is not gender specific, either in who gets it or how it's taught/used. What kind of idiot would tell someone born with the ability to wield an incredible weapon that, actually, they aren't allowed to? How did this attitude get instilled in the first place? Why didn't the first guy who ever said this get slashed to death by ice stabbies thrown by the ten nearest female benders? Are these northern water tribe people so unbothered by the war that they can afford to sideline 50% of their forces? More than sideline, render incapable of defending themselves or others? Obviously this tribe is far too privileged if they can afford this attitude. And also far too bored. I guess hiding behind that giant ice wall for 100 years left them so understimulated that they turned on themselves.

Bad attitude? Fucking bad attitude!?! There's only one guy in this episode with a bad attitude and it isn't Katara. Zhao looks downright pleasant compared to this Paku guy.

Question for Paku: why would the Northern Water Tribe's rules apply to a Southern Water Tribe member?

My god these two are so cute. Sokka could propose they disembowel whale carcasses for their activity and the princess would say yes.

So the parrot lizard did survive the fall over the waterfall.

They're little tiny children. Katara, who has spent her whole life wanting to learn to bend to fight, has literally been shoved back into the igloo with a bunch of babies to learn lady-bending (no offence to the babies). How how HOW is she so calm right now? If I were in her situation, I think I'd be so angry I'd be ugly crying. And also plotting how to murder that Paku guy.

WHAT.

Paku the asshole is apparently a proponent of the tell don't show philosophy of teaching. The Tell-while-doing-unspeakable-things-to-my-lunch don't show philosophy.

Unexpected backstory. This lady must have been pretty close to Gran Gran if she recognises a carving she presumably wore for maybe a few months about 50 years ago or more. Also this lady is shockingly dumb if she can't see why Gran Gran left this misogynistic hellhole, but I guess it can be hard to see it while you're in it.

Nitpick time: How does the teacher recognise this? Isn't this just the water tribe symbol? Probably the most common symbol in the whole north pole?

Nosferatu Zuko. Nosferzuko. Zukoratu? Iroh's pause here was so long that I checked in case I had muted by accident. And how does your crew being taken by Zhao the asshole make your crew traitors Zuko? Orders are orders.

So we're adding asassinating royals to our list of reasons Zhao is an asshole. I think he's won the title back from Paku.

Fuck this port I guess.

Zuko's dead. Huh. Bye then. Gotta say I don't get why he's so big in the fandom.

This princess sure does send some mixed messages. At least she didn't ghost him.

"Master Poophead." My God. It's perfect. Why didn't I think of that?

Aang passing on what he learns to Katara. Why didn't I think of that either? My plan was to get Katara to launch unprovoked attacks on Paku's students and study how they defend themselves until she can copy / surpass them. Mostly so I could watch Katara beat the crap out of sexists.

Die mad about it you troglodyte. Disrespect? How nice it must be to have enough of your culture left that it can be disrespected. And you're going to deny the avatar training, thus dooming the whole world to death via fire nation, because you're butthurt? Freakin manbaby.

YES! YES! BEAT HIS ASS! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!!!!!

"I know. I don't care." + "I'm not doing it for you." = I'm officially in love with Katara. I took a while to warm up to her, I admit the first few episodes were a little rough, but this seals the deal.

This screenshot sparks joy. Last episode Aang bitchslapped a fire nation guy with air. This episode it's Katara's turn with water. The Firelord Uber-Bitchslapped Zuko with fire a few years ago. All I need is an earth bitchslap and my collection will be complete. Avatar: master of all four bitchslaps. Also this wouldn't have worked to goad Paku into fighting if he was half as mature as he thinks he is. Although he gets points for being harder to goad than Zhao in the Deserter.

In an episode where the A plot is Katara, the B plot is Aang, the C plot is Zuko, and the D plot is Sokka's love life, the writers still manage to fulfill the Beat up Sokka quota. Good job guys.

If only she'd aimed a couple of inches to the left. This show already includes a kid getting his face burned off. Surely a Poophead being separated from his nose is ok?

That's twice now she's lost her necklace. If the carving has lasted 50+ years, surely it's earned a metal chain rather than a hair ribbon?

Gran Gran! Bullet dodged! Excellent call!

That's a lot less beat up than I was expecting. And Iroh has never once given the impression that he isn't quietly ride or die for Zuko, so why would Zuko not expect Iroh to help him? Because Zuko isn't terribly perceptive? Because the writers needed a way to deliver yet more exposition?

I did notice that the healing lady specified that Gran gran was in an arranged marriage but Poophead was talking about love. Again, why was Gran Gran leaving a mystery?

Underrated moment of wisdom from Aang here. He gets why the princess is upset and he's twelve! But I'd bet good money that the idiot on the right has no clue what's going on.

Princess ran so far away that it's night time now. This episode is not subtle anywhere, so I figured that the princess being engaged was the cause of this whole blowing hot and cold thing. Despite being 16 and fictional, Sokka handles mixed signals and rejection with 10000% more maturity and kindness than many unfortunately non-fictional grown men I've met. Kudos to Sokka for being honest and respectful.

Even redeemed, Poophead is still an asshole.

Well that's a problem.

Fire Nation ships would be a lot more intimidating if they didn't look like shoes.

Final Thoughts

This episode was a lot of exposition, a lot of set up, and even some catch up. And it was not done as gracefully as this show usually does it. More than once the dialogue between characters felt like two actors lecturing the audience rather than the characters we know.

This episode also had twice the concentration of assholes. A Zhao episode I can deal with. An episode with a one shot asshole where Zhao doesn't appear? I could also deal with. But TWO grade A assholes in ONE episode? No. Too much.

My whole-hearted congratulations to Gran Gran for seeing Poophead for what he was, and refusing to put up with it. Leaving his ass didn't make him get the message. 50+ years alone didn't make him get the message. The granddaughter that ought to have been his being so disgusted by his conduct that she attempts to cut his face off didn't make him get the message. There was no way that this idiot was going to change. So congrats to Gran Gran for making an excellent call, leaving his ass to freeze, and getting two most excellent grandchildren instead.

I also have to applaud Sokka and Katara for not being bitter about the Northern Water Tribe. I can't help but notice the spectacular architecture, complete with embellishments and unnecessary non-structural doodads. Let's do a quick comparison (ignore the ship):

Left has one waterbender. Right has all the waterbenders. We know that Northerners can travel south thanks to Gran Gran. The North couldn't have sent one sneaky waterbender to at least make the south a ship-proof wall? That chief guy has some audacity calling Katara and Sokka their brother and sister or whatever when they've evidently left the south to rot for a century. And I know the Fire Nation, the War, bla bla, but you guys are so bored behind your walls that you're cannibalising your own capabilities based on gender just for fun.

RANT INCOMING

Since I'm on the topic, can we talk about how STOOOPID it is to separate your combatants from your medics? Here's a secret about combat medics: they're both. They learn the basics of combat, and they learn the basics of emergency medicine (And a LOT of other stuff besides). Basic training includes basic first aid for EVERYONE.

Because here's the thing. People who get hurt beating the shit out of other people are usually hurt in an environment where beating the shit out of people occurs. If they are injured enough that they can't get themselves out of the 'beating the shit out of other people' zone, then unless they can treat themselves on the spot or their fellow soldiers can administer first aid or get them out, they die.

Alternatively, if they can't get themselves out of the 'beating the shit out of other people' zone, then medics have to be sent in. A medic who doesn't know how to fight who gets sent into the zone will - guess what? - get the shit beaten out of them. Now you're two men down at present, and who knows how many more you're going to lose over the next few days because you're down a medic. So unless every single waterbending fighter in the Northern water tribe is going to go into combat with a waterbending healer literally attached to them, there will be mountains of unnecessary losses and avoidable injuries.

Now let's look at this from the other angle. What happens if the enemy breaches your defences (because all your defenders are merrily bleeding out from wounds their bending could heal if only they'd learned how) and then makes their way to your combat hospitals? Which are full of soldiers who are too injured to fight and healers who don't know how to defend themselves? Apart from the whole living surrounded by their element thing, waterbenders' greatest advantage in a fight appears (to me) be to be their miraculous healing powers. Katara completely healed her burnt hands to the point where there wasn't even scar tissue and she had no training at all. A skill that can erase burns (the thing firebenders give you) negates the fire nation's greatest weapon - their fire. Any fire nation general who's not an idiot would therefore target waterbending healers, maybe even over waterbending fighters. So any fire nation commander would absolutely put 'capture field hospitals' as one of their top priorities. This is a kids' cartoon, so let's ignore historical precedent as to what happens to nurses caught in field hospitals behind enemy lines and say that the fire nation would defeat the waterbending healers.

Let's paint a quick picture here: in the background, a field full of waterbending fighters sidelined by treatable injury. In the middle ground, an inexorably advancing wall of firebenders. In the foreground, a field hospital full of defenseless waterbending healers. Just peachy isn't it?

How fucking UNSTOPPABLE would a bender able to shrug off a fireball to the face then turn around and take out a firebending platoon be? Get one hundred - no fifty - benders who can both heal and fight, have them advance in two rows: Front row fights, switches with back row when they're injured, gets healed up, rotates back up to front row as a replacement. Functionally unstoppable barring the need to eat and sleep (so long as they bring their own water). The Northern Water Tribe had decades to develop that. Unlike the south, they had the time, the resources, and apparently so little going on that they took up sexism to pass the time. The wasted opportunity here burns. See kids? Sexism hurts the sexists too.

This northern attitude is just dumb. It's illogical. It's stupid. I'd call it a ham-fisted unsubtle after school special of a plotline if it weren't a fictionalised version of something that's literally baked into to many cultures worldwide, past and present.

RANT CONCLUDED

What else can I say about this episode? Aang and Sokka had like three lines each, but they were very in character. Sokka and the princess are cute together. Zuko and Iroh had a good dynamic when they weren't acting in service to exposition. This whole episode really feels like part one of a two parter.

I think something might have been off with the narrative weighting of this episode. There was an honest to god assassination attempt and I forgot.

While the shot of Paku looking put out that the ice disk landed so close to his face was funny, I would have preferred it if Katara had gotten in one hit beyond her bitchslap. Just one. His ego needed the beating which it got via the necklace thing, but I would have liked to see actual beating too.

If I had seen this episode as a child I absolutely would have lost my mind over Katara getting to beat up a sexist. I'd bet good money that this episode did lots of good for the self-esteem of little girls who saw it.

Katara's plot line is like the plot of the Waterbending Scroll episode, but in a positive light. In that episode her selfishness regarding bending got them in trouble; in this one it helped. Seen in that light, the fact that it's the necklace rather than Katara's skill that gets through to Paku is a bit undermining, but if "magical girl has such impressive skills that the sexist dinosaur throws away decades of sexism for the chance to be her teacher" had been the plot instead, I'd probably be complaining about cliches instead.

All in all, a bit clunky, a lot of set up, and too many assholes and frustrating idiocy for it to go on my rewatch list. Feminist beat downs are good for the soul, but I'm not sure they outweigh Poopheads.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #the waterbending master #avatar the last airbender

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kitkatopinions · 8 months

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I'm not going back through my posts to find this, but like three years ago I made a post that was like "when people say things about Ironwood that aren't true like 'he invaded Vale' I'm just gonna be like 'cool headcanon. My headcanon is-' and then insert some random headcanon." Well, nowadays, RWBY fans are making me want to do that again in response to every time they say something happened off screen.

"It's not that Yang and Blake 'don't talk about their problems,' they just talk about them off screen." Yeah cool headcanon. My headcanon is that Blake was actually closer friends with Neptune than with Weiss before the Fall of Beacon.

"Jaune isn't 'the only one who got to mourn Pyrrha,' obviously the others mourned, it just happened off screen." Uh-huh, cool headcanon. My headcanon is that Qrow and Raven are actually the children of Salem and they just don't realize it.

"You can't say that Ruby's message to the world in V8 didn't contain all the vital information, because some of the message just wasn't shown!" "Yang and Blake didn't keep secrets from the rest of their team by never telling them they told Robin everything, they told them offscreen!" "It's so stupid that people are saying Yang is a hypocrite for yelling at Oz about keeping secrets after she lied to Qrow about Raven, clearly she told the truth off screen!" "I can't believe that people are complaining that Weiss was never shown to deconstruct her anti-faunus beliefs or apologize and therefore her white-knighting for Blake feels performative. Clearly she unlearned that stuff off screen!" Cool headcanons, bro. I have this headcanon that when Ruby and Yang were kids, they started fighting over this toy yo-yo because they both thought the yo-yo belonged to them, and then one day Ruby was playing with the yo-yo and since she was mad that Yang kept saying it was HER yo-yo, Ruby clonked her on the head with the yo-yo and of course that dissolved into even more fighting, so Taiyang took the yo-yo from them. But then that only dissolved into even MORE fighting because they blamed each other for the loss of the yo-yo, and so Tai 'banned' all conversation of the yo-yo incident and even banned the word yo-yo and Yang and Ruby hold to that rule even as teenagers and will breakout into (now good natured) bickering about it if it comes up.

People sometimes think "if the RWBY writers did (insert thing they did here) it would be bad. Therefore they can't have done that, so what's the other explanation? I just must need to flex my imagination and fill in the blanks!" So then they see something like the show having Yang literally lie to Qrow's face and the show still four seasons later having not had that addressed despite the fact that Yang has been anti-lying to the point of angrily calling someone a bastard, and they're like "Well if Yang didn't tell the truth, she'd be a hypocrite. So she had to have told the truth and we just didn't see it, or else it would mean that the writers made a mistake. Why would someone say Yang has lied in the past when she clearly told the truth off screen!"

And it’s like.... Or... They got something wrong.... Or they made a mistake.

Some rwby fans will do this thing where they confuse 'I recognized the potential and imagined/headcanoned to fill in the holes left in this story to make it more enjoyable' with 'this story is great and actually DOESN'T HAVE HOLES.' It's like RT made a road that is full of holes in the concrete, and then when people are like 'wish this road wasn't full of holes,' other people come in like "um stop saying there are holes, clearly we're meant to pretend that the road is smooth and free of holes. How dare you call this bad construction and an incomplete road, the concrete is in the cement truck, duh. Why do you need your hand held?"

Before someone comes in and is like "so nothing that happens off screen can ever be considered canon?" that's not it. If it's established in canon that it happened, then it's different.

Let's use Volume 9 as an example! There's a scene where Weiss summarizes events she's been told including Yang's prosthetic being stolen. Obviously Yang had to have told her about it. I wouldn't be here like 'Why is Weiss acting like Yang told her something that isn't on screen?' I did however complain that the writers skipped over that conversation, because it left the interaction feeling stale, pointless, and it limited my connection to the characters because it bypassed all emotion that wasn't 'being done' and cynicism. But they established that it happened in some way, so if someone says 'Yang told the others what happened to her off screen,' I'd say 'yeah, she did, that was made clear."

However, then there's a mistake that Eddy Rivas himself said was a mistake where they decided 'Ruby should find out that Jaune killed Penny off-screen' and then they never gave any indication that she knew at all. So not only did they bypass what should've been included as an emotional scene that humanizes Ruby and clues the audience further into her mental state while seeming more respectful of a well-loved character, but they also fully made it seem like that interaction just didn't actually happen. So in the actual show, there's no reason to believe that Ruby has been told that Jaune killed Penny, and most people kept waiting for it to happen and then the whole season ended and we were confused about it because as far as people who don't follow Eddy Rivas on twitter are concerned, there's no reason to believe that it happened at all. 'It happened off screen' doesn't actually mean anything when there's no reason to believe that except that some people really want it to have happened.

Again, RWBY isn't real, and author's notes dropped after the fact only tell us about intent and do not alter what's actually presented to us in the actual product. Stuff doesn't just 'happen off screen, but it's still happened' the way that a documentary might not include all the footage, but the events still happened.

This post is running long, but yeah. When stuff doesn't actually happen on screen and isn't referenced and doesn't make it into the show and plot, it's not only disappointing - because that stuff should make it into the plot (I can't believe that there are bees shippers that just do not care that crucial moments and conversations that lay conflict to rest between their one true pairing just 'happen off screen' according to them like I would be kicking down doors for my ships) - but also makes that stuff not canon.

#rwde

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danny-chase · 11 months

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dickroy + 61 or 62? 👀

61. Fairytale

Roy's breath caught when he found Dick enshrined in the glittering glass casket. Wordlessly, he skimmed a hand over the fog obscuring Dick's face. His lips were red as blood, his hair dark as night, and his skin was pale as death. Roy ran a nervous hand through his hair. "I thought the spell didn't hit him." He confessed, looking down to Donna. She and the rest of the Titans had been transformed into the seven dwarfs.

"Of course it hit him." Kory chimed in, a bit too cheerfully. She quite literally couldn't frown, not with her namesake being Happy, and her expression looked a bit terrifying. "He was there with us."

"Then why's Dick..." Roy bit his tongue. Doc/Donna gave him a raised eyebrow. "I'm not. It's not going to work."

"It has to work." Donna countered. "It's part of the story."

"Dick wouldn't want it! It's a dumb story anyways, where's his agency in all of this?" He half remembered a rant from Ollie about Disney princesses and how all their problems were solved by men. "Why aren't we in Tangled or something, I liked that movie." He laughed nervously, feeling himself start to sweat.

"Take it up with the sorceress or Dick's brain." Vic sneezed messily after he finished talking. "I sure know I am, this is ridiculous-" He sneezed again. "-just because I have seasonal allergies doesn't mean-" He broke off into a sneezing fit.

"Dick doesn't even like me like that." Roy protested, as the others slid the glass case off.

"Yes. He does." The others all replied simultaneously. Gar, who couldn't due to his namesake, made a heart with his hands. Roy cringed. That namesake sure hadn't aged well.

"But-"

"Oh my gods, Roy, just kiss him so we can go home." Donna complained.

"We won't watch." Raven bashfully commented.

"You could try just taking the apple off." Garth yawned, before settling down for a nap. "I thought that's what actually solved the problem anyways."

Roy sighed and stepped forward as everyone politely looked away. Even in death, Dick looked stunning, and maybe some of that was due to the fairytale magic. "This feels wrong." He complained, as he parted Dick's lips, searching for that bit of apple. He couldn't find it.

"Look. There's a reason you're the prince." Donna pointed out, clearly peeking through her fingers. "If Dick didn't want to kiss you, it wouldn't have been you. You have to do what's in the story to progress the plot. He knew what he was doing when he bit the apple, he'll understand, just do it!"

"Fine!" It wouldn't work, he wasn't Dick's true love or anything like that. They didn't live in a fairytale and maybe that was the real intention of the curse all along. They'd be stuck here, in this moment, forever at an impasse, because Roy wasn't the prince that could make this work. He was quick with the kiss, just a short peck, but still, he saw the missing chunk of apple slip from Dick's lips. "You're shitting me." He muttered under his breath, as Dick's eyelids began to flutter. Well. He supposed it was just part of the story.

#dickroy #writing games #asks #dick grayson #roy harper

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your-fave-adopted-you · 2 years

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Hello! I would like to make a request with a reader who seems restrained, but at some point, furiously shouting, defends the guardians in front of students who do not respect them and allow themselves to make offensive jokes about them✨

I hope I wrote everything correctly. I apologize in advance, English is not my native language, and I do not write it very well😅

– anon 🦐

English is not my native language either dw!!

Guardian! School staff + Reader who furiously defends them

Characters : Crowley, Crewel, Trein, (tbh i don't think something like that could happen with Ashton )

TW : none

Gn pronouns were used.

Context : y/n is such a good kid, so calm and collected! that's why the moment they start defending their guardian shouting and cursing like a sailor is such a big shock for anyone present!

Dire Crowley

Crowley may be delusional but he's not stupid.

he's basically a running joke on campus.

The jumpscares, his dramatic and erratic behavior, his seemingly incompetence at his own work...

Look, it's no surprise that most students aren't very fond of Crowley

Even when he's your guardian you still find yourself roasting him any time he makes you mad,

which is almost daily.

until now no jokes of theirs would be said to his face, but seeing how you scolded him from time to time with no fear of consecuences made them bold.

This one time it was your own friends. after the most recent overblot, seeing how Crowley wouldn't move a finger, they Snapped.

they started complaining about how irresponsible he was.

with no response from your guardian's part, they only got angrier

and what begun as very reasonable complaints evolved into straight up bullyng, unrelated to what had happened.

that's it, you snapped back.

yeah, it's true, Crowley is very irresponsible.

and egocentric

and straight up weird.

BUT, they were here to discuss a real, serious problem, not to shout their "honest opinions" at his face

if words could kill that would've been a massacre.

neither your friends nor Crowley were expecting that much... energy.

bonus if you occasionally slip into your native language, (if English is your second.)

You were so scary. And no one would have ever expected that.

Riddle's temper, Jade's intentions and Vil's wording. All in one.

after you're done all your friends go away still processing what just happened.

Crowley however...

"You know, y/n, I'm more than used to comments like those, i could've handle them with no problem."

and then he pulls you onto a hug, a tight, suffocating hug.

"MY WONDERFUL, PRECIOUS Y/N I DEFINITELY DESERVE YOU!!!! YOU'RE SO BOLD AND PROTECTIVE!!! YOU'RE MAKING YOUR PAPA CRY!!!!!!" he was not. But he still made weeping sounds. you brought this upon yourself.

the next day everyone apologizes to you first, and then to Crowley.

Divus Crewel

It was obviously a first year boy.

Because no one who has been around campus for long enough would make a fool of themselves like that.

this boy had very close minded views and too much ego.

his case is similar to Epel's when he first got to Night Raven, or at least that's what everyone assumes.

at lunch break, amused, your guardian told you about a first year boy, who was pissed about failing his last project even when he allegedly "didn't even have to put any effort because he was a natural"

you snorted with laughter at this.

So apparently the boy began shouting obscenities, most of them, Crewel tells you, were directed at him. in fact, the kid would not stop referring to your guardian as unmanly for his looks, and more derogatory things correlated.

you got a little upset at that but it was just a one-time thing, so you brushed it off

back in the hallway, both on your way to alchemy class, you bumped into this kid-

oh, the kid.

he started insulting the teacher out of nowhere, while everyone in the hallway watched Crewel silently listen, knowing full well about the absolute BOMB that was about to be dropped on the angry, unsuspecting little brat.

but to everybody's surprise, the bomb wasn't delivered by him but by his quiet, well behaved kid.

You PUSHED that kid. you INSULTED his hair, his SHOES, his GRADES and you even brought HIS MAMA to the roast.

from all that burn that kid was ON FLAMES.

In fact, Crewel had to stop you because the kid started crying and was ready to throw hands.

everyone was sent to class, the kid was sent to the principal's office (where Crowley would most likely just send him to work at the Mostro Lounge for a moth) and as for you-

As a teacher, Crewel scolded you for behaving like that, he had no idea that you had such poison resting on your tongue, good lord.

But as a dad... he was very proud of you for that. "Just don't do the pushing thing again, pup, come on, let's go to class."

Mozus Trein

Again, this kid must be new

because everyone either respects, fears, or is somewhat fond of their oldest teacher.

c'mon this man is a literal grandpa

it was after giving away the last test's callifications.

this dude had a round, fat 0.

"But Mr.Trein! have you even looked twice at my test? all the answers are right!"

"Yes, and they are also carbon copies of your seat partner, now, i know who between the two of you actually studies."

the boy was PISSED and didn't waste any time before shouting age-related insults, telling your guardian that he was so old he must have dementia, how it's not big of an issue since he will retire, or even better, die! before he finishes school.

Trein just patiently waits, sitting and petting his cat, for the kid to finish his embarrassing monologue so he can send him to the principal's office and continue with the correction of the test.

But even before he finishes you're standing up before your seat, behind that idiot.

he turns to face you.

"First of all, HOW CAN YOU SIT STILL HAVING ALL THAT ITCHING SHIT RUBBING AGAINST YOUR ASS IN THAT DIAPER?"

for a solid ten seconds there's only silence, your guardian's eyes open wide in shock.

It quickly became a heated roasting session between that kid and you,

before Trein got you two out of class.

you would wait there until the next bell, when he finally showed up.

"i did expect such embarrassing behavior of you," he told the other kid. "But y/n, right now I'm at a loss for words."

despite being at a loss for words, Mr.Trein proceeded to scold you for the next 45 minutes,

about EVERY SINGLE TIME you had crossed a line. and you ha crossed SO MANY.

Again, the other asshole was sent to work for a week at the Mostro Lounge, and you would have been too, if it wasn't for your guardian appreciating the gesture of stepping out for him.

#twst x mc #twst x reader #dire crowley #divus crewel #mozus trein

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adrianasunderworld · 8 months

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Welcome to White Ash

Having some block, managed a drabble of Isabelle first going to White Ash.

@mangacupcake @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind

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"Ma'am, are you sure about this?" The assistant to the Headmage asked as they walked down the silvery halls of White Ash Castle. "A magicless Night Raven student at White Ash? And their monster companion? I've never heard of such a thing. It simply isn't done."

"It will be fine, Constance," Headmage Cristalería said calmly. "Though our school is an arcane academy, it is first and foremost an equal opportunity one. Miss Rosa adapted well to Night Raven, I'm sure she will be just fine here."

"Yes… but even so, Ma'am. You know how Night Raven boys can get, aren't you at least worried some of their behavior has rubbed off on her and she'll cause trouble?"

"Not at all. I've met her, and she's a pleasant young lady. Mr. Crowley said she would be no trouble."

Constance frowned, "That does not give me peace of mind at all."

"Mr. Trein also spoke highly of her."

"That's better."

"Now, where is Lily? Lily!" Headmage Cristalería called out for her ward as she walked down the marble stairs to the main entry hall.

"Here, Miss Clara!" Lily walked over to the landing of the staircase with her roommate trailing behind.

"And Marina, excellent." Clara said

"Are they almost here?" Marina asked.

"Almost."

"Is everything prepared?” Constance asked,” This new student will be lodging with you both during her stay."

Lily nodded. "Yes Miss Wary, our room is ready."

“Her uniform-”

“Waiting for her in the wardrobe.” Marina assured.

“The text-”

“Book too.” Lily interrupted.

“See Constance?” The headmage said. “Everything is in order. All that is left is to welcome Miss Rosa with open arms.”

“Very well, Ma’am.”

“Now, the carriage should be here any moment, lets go out to greet.” Clara ushered them all outside as the silvery gates opened outside.

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“Fancy ride.” Isabelle commented at the pumpkin shaped carriage that had been sent for her. The gold vines that creeped around it elegantly. The white seats inside were pristine and soft. The whole thing moved so smoothly she couldn’t feel a thing, she wasn't even sure the wheels were on the ground. “This is how they get around?”

Crowely who had made himself comfortable in the seat across from her nodded. “Indeed. While we use the dark mirror to reach destinations, the ladies fo White Ash have several of these carriages for use.”

“Why not use the mirror to go there anyway? Wouldn’t it have been faster?” Grim asked from where he was comfortably curled up beside Isabelle.

“Headmage Cristaleria wanted you to have the full experience as much as you could.” Crowley explained. “Honestly she insisted upon it. That's why you also have those glass slippers, as is customary.”

“Still surprised how well they fit.” Isabelle commented as she watched the gate of Night Raven College draw closer. Crowley had explained once they passed it they would be magically taken across the water to where The White Ash Institute was. Headmage Cristeleria had offered her to come for a few weeks on a temporary study. “I hope this goes well.”

“I’m sure it will,” Crowely said, “Knowing Cristaleria, she won’t allow anything else. If there is one thing I can assure you of, she’s reliable and keeps things running smoothly.”

“I think that's the first time I haven’t heard you complain about her.”

Crowely cleared his throat just as they passed the gate and magic did its job of teleporting the carriage. “Eh hem. Yes. Well. Despite disagreements, I respect her. And you will respect her as well while you are there.”

The corners of Isabelle's lips turned upward as she tried not to smirk. “I promise, I’ll be good.”

“Good. …Oh look, we’re here.”

Grim hopped into her lap as he joined her in looking out the window to see the ride up to White Ash. It was right at the edge of town and she could hear the sound of the horses pulling the carriage against the cobblestone road. Even with the tall white stone wall that enclosed the grounds, she was still able to see the vines covered in flowers that hung over them, and the very top of the towers of the castle. Even from Sages Island she had been able to see the shape of this place in the distance. And as they reached the silvery gates, she saw the whole thing for the first time.

To say White Ash Castle was the thing of fairytales was understatement. It’s white brick walls, and tall towers felt so grand. It’s rooftops had varying shapes of light pink and pale blues. And it’s tallest point was a large ornate clock tower. Roses in all colors went up the vines on its side, and the whole place seemed to shine like polished glass. She expected a princess from a story book to let down her hair from one of the towers at any moment.

“It’s beautiful,” Isabelle managed to say, open mouthed and wide eyed.

“Fancy…” Grim agreed.

‘I suppose, if you like that sort of blinding brightness thing.” Crowley commented.

Isabelle snapped out of her awe and rolled her eyes. “I do, actually. And I’m going to tell Headmage Cristaleria you said that. Oh look, there she is now!”

“Wait, I didn’t mean-”

By then the carriage had come to a complete halt at the front steps of the school, and she threw open the carriage door without a second thought. “Hello!”

“Hello, Miss Rosa,” The fae woman smiled as she greeted Isabelle warmly with open arms, “Welcome to The White Ash Institute, we’re so happy to have you with us.”

“And I’m happy to be here,” She grinned and waved to the trio that had joined the headmistress. One was a serious looking woman with her dark hair pulled back in the neatest bun she had ever seen. The other two were students. A black haired girl and the other a cat beastgirl. Both smiled and waved back while the woman politely nodded in acknowledgment.

“Isabelle, I’d like to introduce you to my assistant, Constance Wary.”

“How do you do.” Miss Wary greeted.

“And your new roomates fro your stay. Marina.”

“Hello!” The cat girl greeted.

“And my own ward, Lily.”

“Hi.” the dark haired girl smiled, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“And I’m the great Grim!” Grim hopped around to get everyone's attention.

“Don’t worry, you aren’t forgotten,” Headmage Cristaleria assured him.

Crowley cleared his throat. "On behalf of Night Raven College, we look forward to having our Prefect take part in this study program at your fine, beautiful, and not blinding institution."

Isabelle bit her lip, trying not to laugh and look serious. "Yes, your school is gorgeous."

Cristalería looked confused for a moment and seemed to decide not to ask further before clapping her hands together and gesturing towards the front entrance. "Uh huh…Let's proceed with the tour. The sooner we show you around the sooner you can settle. Will you be joining us, Mr. Crowley?"

"Yes, lead the way."

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"The White Ash Institute was founded over five hundred years ago by my grandmother, Marvella Cristalería." The woman gestured to the large painting in the gallery of another fae woman that looked a lot like her only in a blue cloak. "At the time education of the arcane academies were often only available to the upper classes and thus, this institution was founded to give young ladies from all walks of life a chance to hone their gifts. From scullery maids to a princess, our doors have been open to all for centuries."

Isabelle stared up at the painting of White Ash founder. She could see the resemblance to Clara, even if the founder looked older. They had the same fluffy white hair and upturned nose. Though Isabelle was more in awe at the size of the portrait and many like it in the hall. It was more like a framed mural than a portrait. "These things are huge…" she whispered to herself.

Marina beside her stifled a giggle. "Everyone says that."

"It's scary when they move." Lily added. "Took me a while to get used to"

Miss Wary cleared her throat and looked at the girls sternly for talking while the headmage continued to talk about the schools history and explaining the rooms.

"Through here is the library, and down this hall is the ballroom. We offer many dance lessons if you ever feel so inclined."

As she continued on, Grims ears stood at attention and the hairs on the back of his spine stood up.

"Grim, what is it?" Isabelle asked in a hushed tone.

"There's something there…" Grim said, his pupils slitted before pouncing on something as the group moved forward.

Crowley immediately took notice and began to panic. "No no no, Grim, stop it!" The headmage whisper yelled.

Isabelle not knowing what else to do picked Grim up and there was a squirming mouse hanging from Grims mouth. It was scared but unharmed.

Crowley continued to panic as Isabelle tried to get Grim to drop it. She didn't know why it mattered so much, but went along anyway.

"Drop it-" Crowley practically pleaded as he tried to get Grim to release.

"Next, we will- OH GOODNESS!" The group finally turned around and noticed their guests had fallen behind and Headmage Cristalería looked absolutely horrified at the sight she found. "Let go of that poor mouse this instant!"

That seemed to snap Grim out of it, and he dropped the mouse into Crowleys hand, who handed it off to Cristalería, who was signing in relief and comforting the little creature.

"Headmage, I am so sorry if that is your pet or familiar." Isabelle started saying very quickly. "Grim has hunted rats and stuff back at night Raven, and-"

"It was a lapse of judgment, it won't happen again." Crowley continued as they kept apologizing.

"It's a mouse, what's the big deal?" Grim finally said, Crowley shot him a disapproving look.

Headmage Cristalería took a moment to inspect the mouse before signing in relief. "No harm done. Good. But Grim, so long as you are on White Ash grounds, you must not hunt any of the mice, do you understand?" She said sternly.

"Yeah, but why?"

"The mice here are friends. They help students and take messages, and yes can act as familiars if needed. You are to never purposely harm one, do I make myself clear?"

Grim gulped, seeing the usually kind woman be so gravely serious was enough to make him nod. "Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Good." She crouched down and gently let the mouse down into the floor, where it scurried away to a teeny tiny door shaped hole in the wall. "Off you go little one."

Isabelle glanced over to the rest of the group, and noted that Miss Wary had looked on disapprovingly. She got a feeling this was going to be a trend for her stay.

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"Did we mess up already?" Isabelle asked as she sat on the bed of her White Ash dorm room. Grim had already made himself comfortable by curling up on the pillow and napping.

"No," Marina replied as she sat on her own bed. The room was large and circular, located in one of the many towers of the castle. So it was divided into thirds with a bed in each, so she could see the other two clearly. "It's an honest mistake, really. Plenty of cat familiars have done the same thing."

"Miss Wary looked at me like I did it though,"

"She's like that with everyone," Lily said. "It's not you, so much as-"

"You being from Night Raven." Marina finished.

"What does that mean?"

"We over heard her talking to Miss Clara before you got here," Lily said, "She was worried you might cause trouble because of how some of the students at your school are "

"Hey, they're not," Isabelle paused and remembered all the fights, Rivalrys, and then some that her classmates committed and roped her into, "Nevermind. They are bad. But not ALL bad."

"We know," Marina assured. "Just don't worry too much about Miss Wary. She hates change. You just have to let her calm down and see for herself that you won't cause trouble."

"She's right," Lily replied. "You'll be fine. Besides. It was funny to see Mr. Crowley panic."

"I've never seen the yellow of his eyes go so wide in that mask!" Marina laughed. "I don't think he stopped apologizing to Headmage Cristalería until he left."

Isabelle laughed as well. They were probably right. Things would be fine in the long run, she was sure of it

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst yuu #miss yuu #twst fanschool #the white ash institute #dire crowley #twst grim #clara cristalería #isabelle rosa #lily cub #marina adelaide #cosntance wary

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It’s so interesting how spot-on you were with the thoughts about toxic Beaujes folxs fleeing to D20. The same person who’s been starting shit on twitter just found out that CR doesn’t allow mass-produced zines, and used that fact to make some batshit generalization about how “that’s why the fandom is corporatized and violent and racist towards any canon-contradicting fanon like all my beaujester friends told me and now I’m parroting it uncritically”.

So I think this might be my last post on this unless some more wild shit goes down (very possible) not because I disagree but just because I am also trying to be conscious of overshadowing my genuine excitement for The Ravening War. But yeah...like, I followed a few people who were CR fanartists until Beauyasha started happening and unfollowed them once that went down; it was extremely exhausting watching a bunch of (mostly white) people in their early 20s suddenly claim a show they'd watched over 200 episodes of was hopelessly problematic simply because their ship didn't happen. It was a truly vile combination of normal shipping drama plus appropriated social justice language about said shipping drama plus, as others have noted, middle-class white queer people [a demographic I fit into myself] shoving aside narratives about POC or working class people because they aren't explicitly queer narratives (or even narratives about queer people that aren't to their exact specifications of what queerness looks like; see people who refuse to respect Molly's pronouns or who erase Vax's bisexuality because he was primarily romantically involved with a woman).

The zine thing is fucking wild in particular for the following reasons:

The two CR-centric zines that person has mentioned as not ultimately moving forward were both zines that intended to pay the artists, ie, at least partially for profit rather than charity zines.

I am not personally in a creative industry but I've been reliably told by basically everyone who is that CR's policy is boilerplate.

CR has a pretty extensive history of showcasing and hiring fanartists; this is not opposition to fan content, which is how this wack job is attempting to portray it.

Similarly no one is devaluing fan content; they're just saying "you are throwing a big old hissy fit in public about the hypothetical scenario of The Ravening War not honoring a ship that has, and I am not joking here, six fics on Ao3 in total." (For reference: Lapin/Theo, a ship that person actively dislikes, has 56 works, which, idk I feel that's almost ten times as widely accepted fanlore.)

Their twitter currently is bragging about their cookbook zine (which as far as I know wasn't based in fanon but was just a cookbook with fanart in it) and not about their currently active charity zine (which is the one about Belizabeth and Citrina). Also that charity zine is available for free which really undercuts the "for charity" aspect. Anyway a cool thing to do is to not buy it, but just donate directly to the International Rescue Committee or your refugee-supporting charity of choice.

Anyway. This was an opportunity to rant a lot but I will leave you with this: I am not the right person, obviously, to enumerate every possible issue with CR's portrayal of characters of color nor the lack of diversity of the cast. I think discussions of racism and lack of representation in actual play are important to have. But it's telling that fanartists, specifically, who left CR over Beau and Jester not getting together but pretended this was about social justice, always seem to go to D20. Or NADDPod. Or Friends at the Table. Or have their art featured in the TAZ graphic novels. All majority white or entirely white main casts.

They rarely seem to go to, say, Rivals of Waterdeep, or Into the Motherlands, or Three Black Halflings (and those are still some of the better known examples, frankly). People complaining that Critical Role hates lesbians for having a lesbian relationship they didn't like never seem to check out The Broadswords, or use resources like this to find women-led actual play. It's about getting clicks; they want to find an existing fandom to adore them rather than use the power they claim to wield to popularize something underrated.

Anyway that's the last reason why I think I'm done for now: I think the best and most satisfying thing is to starve them of attention, and to enjoy the Ravening War and art and fic about it from fans who are happy to be here.

#answered #Anonymous

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Being Second Parent is Tough

Yang: (takes a deep breath and enters Raven's tent at the bandit camp) Hey... Ma? Do you have a minute?

Raven: (blinks in morse code from surprise) Oh... um... of course. What is it? .....Wait.... Why are you here?

Yang: I was on a mission in the area. Don't worry. Kali is back home helping Blake. I wasn't about to leave my pregnant wife alone when she looks like she smuggled a watermelon.

Raven: Alright. So, to what do I owe the pleasure? It's not very often you come to me for help.

Yang: Honestly, I feel like you'll actually talk to me straight with this problem I'm having. Dad will just sugar coat everything, and Qrow... well, he's Qrow.

Raven: That's fair. What is it?

Yang: (visibly shaking and tears in her eyes) I feel... like such a horrible partner....

Raven: (immediately stands up and starts going through her things) Sit down. I'm going to make some tea.

-One Tea Brewing Later-

Raven: Okay, start from the beginning. Why do you feel like a horrible partner?

Yang: Because... I feel like I need support....

Raven: ....That's it?

Yang: Mom! Blake is pregnant! She's growing a person inside of her! This pregnancy has been absolute hell on her! She's had horrible morning sickness, aches, pains, heartburn, high blood pressure, and at least three other issues that I can't even think of right now because I'm so damn tired! I'm supposed to support her!

Raven: And you have been. Quite wonderfully, I might add. Your dad didn't do that much when I was pregnant with you.

Yang: He also told me that you tried to bite his hand off once.

Raven: I had an iron deficiency and his fingers looked tasty. But back to you. Why do you feel bad for feeling like you need support?

Yang: Like I said. I'm technically the "dad" here. Dad's aren't supposed to complain about things being hard or rough.

Raven: Who said that?

Yang: Basically everyone. There's no "support for second parent/dad" websites. When I looked that up, I got a lot of "How father's to be can help make their pregnant wife's lives easier" journals. I tried to bring it up with dad, but he just said "It'll get easier. Just help Blake as much as possible."

Raven: But you're stressed.

Yang: Very.

Raven: Because Blake has been stressed about the pregnancy, and you've been stressed about her health and welfare and the pregnancy.

Yang: (tears up again and nods)

Raven: Yang, look at me.

Yang: (looks over to Raven)

Raven: You can be stressed. You can ask for support. This is a big change in both of your lives, and it is a lot. Blake might be dealing with the hormones and body changes, but you've been supporting her every step of the way. It's exhausting. I know it is. You can admit that you need help and support. It doesn't make you a bad partner.

Yang: (wipes eyes) You mean it?

Raven: Yang, you specifically came here because you know I'd give it to you straight. This is me giving it to you straight.

Yang: Thanks, Mom.

Raven: Don't mention it. If you ever need help or feel the need to vent discreetly, give me a call. I can get to you a lot faster than you can get to me.

#If you don't agree with anything in this blurb - keep it to yourself #If I see one “What do dads/second parents have to be stressed about?” in comments or in my asks #I swear to every single GOD in this universe and every single molecule on planet Earth #bumbleby #yang xiao long #raven branwen #domestic bees

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here's all of sometimesraven's other links to avoid if you'd like. they also have a twitch with the same handle so do w that what u will. this is all like public info too i just searched their url on tumblr n found their youtube. plus they have books that they've written if you ever find them they're under raven elliot o'connor (again, public info on their tumblr). and sometimesraven on instagram, but you can find that out by just. looking up the same url on insta so it's not really hidden either. all public info just so u can avoid the transmisogynist.

at this point they are almost definitely a cry/pto and won't respond to any attempts to educate or criticize and just keep claiming that being autistic (me too) and being from england (woah a magical country where trans women are just so much more protected and things r Different for transmascs) makes it okay for them to claim that misandry exists within the trans community. intersectionality and frameworks discussing it will ALWAYS be about multiple COMPOUNDING forms of oppression, never about "types" of oppression-- or else being mayotransphobia where your transphobia is different because you’re white (which is true! but that doesn't mean it's Worse or needs a word) would be real. i've linked multiple times where trans women have explained why their ideas of sex-based oppression and "afab trans people" being uniquely isolated from trans spaces (which IS calling trans women your oppressors. you dont have to say it outright. because transphobes and nazis and ppl who perceive you as a woman ARE NOT IN THE TRANS COMMUNITY AND THEREFORE AREN'T ISOLATING YOU FROM THE TRANS COMMUNITY SO YOU AREN'T COMPLAINING ABOUT THEM) are harmful and lead to ter/fism but they'd rather just claim they're being "harassed" because having to actually own up to being a real ally to transfems is too hard for them. we all need to be better allies. you're not even trying. instead of pretending to be a victim, listen to people who are trying to explain things to you and tell you what's up with your argument for ONE second.

#mine #sometimesraven #cw transmisogyny #photo #discourse #i guess just so ppl can filter this whole thing

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I know she planned it but deep deep down Wanda is very jealous Carol kissed _her_ girl

Oh Yes she so very is. I can literally imagine everyone around her being to scared to approach by the murderous look on her face in the party.

Even though Carol was onto the plan, she actually went out of her ways to avoid Wanda the whole night after the kiss.

Wanda making sure to kiss you to her heart desire the next morning, you didn't understand why Wanda was so fixated on your lips instead of marking you up which she prefered usually.

Through out the day Wanda had sneaked you in every place where she could make out with you. To the point where your lips were swollen from all the biting and kissing. You ended up complaining to Wanda about it when she moved to kiss you again and one quirked eyebrow from her was enough to shut your whining and surrendering to her control. A part of you enjoying the attention you were getting.

Unbeknownst to both of you in the other room, an annoyed Natasha was staring at Carol who refused to leave her room, she had planned to bring Darcy in for fun but had to cancel because of the blonde, "Why the fuck did you even agree to it?" Natasha asked watching as Carol laid on her bed, watching some movie on her laptop.

"Can you even say no to her? And i didn't even know she would get so jealous of her own plan." Carol muttered a little frustrated by Wanda's reaction and the cold shoulder she was given all day. "Plus aren't you happy to spend sometime with your bestfriend?" Carol wiggled her eyebrows and Natasha rolled her eyes at the other girl.

"Not at the cost of a good fuck." She muttered and Carol grinned hearing that, aware of how Natasha was getting cosy with the raven haired junior Darcy. That girl was epitome of trouble.

"Is that all she is?" She asked wiggling her eyebrows and Natasha threw a pillow at her. Ignoring the laughter that followed in the room.

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Hope you all are having a nice day. (≧▽≦)

#anon #answered #illicit affairs au ask #wanda maximoff #mcufic #natasha romanoff #carol danvers #wanda x you #dark wanda #dark mcu #jealous wanda #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader

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A Review of Fixing RWBY V6

For most people in the FNDM, Fixing RWBY is simply "the Faunus heat fic"—known best for an idiotic bit of worldbuilding that's blatantly meant for cringeworthy fanservice bait. Delve past the surface, and you discover an utter narrative trainwreck wreathed in gross attitudes, terrible writing choices, and a weeaboo's objectification of Japanese culture. IT'S AN ONSEN YADDA YADDA

To give an idea of what previous volumes of Fixing RWBY have entailed: an idiotic rivalry between Nora and Pyrrha, Cardin getting bizarre amounts of focus, Celtic Phoenix cutting out Oscar to make Roman into Ozpin's (and Celtic Phoenix's) vessel, Yang not getting to falcon-punch a creep, said creep getting made into Raven's husband so Celtic Phoenix can take the Branwen tribe away from Raven and give it to him, a bathhouse scene where Roman spouts transphobic insults towards Weiss and Ren, and Vernal being remade into a cultural-appropriation daughteru who doesn't wear underwear.

Based on that alone, you would expect Volume 6 to be just as crap. And I decided to go through the whole darn thing, because RWBY "fix" fics aren't just hilariously shit, they're also blatantly telling of the kind of story people who complain about RWBY really want it to be. But I wasn't ready to discover not just how terrible of a writer Celtic Phoenix is, but what an utter piece of excrement he genuinely is.

But before we get into that aspect of Fixing RWBY V6, let's focus on the "subtle" part of why this series is a trainwreck, and not the kind that occurs because our female protagonist is allowed to have any agency whatsoever.

The writing

We'll start with the simplest part of this, that Fixing RWBY is utterly abysmally written in every way.

The pacing is atrocious. Celtic Phoenix pads out chapters with characters flapping their mouths about things that have no consequence for the story and which are never touched upon again. They meander about doing nothing to progress the story. For instance, the events of canon V6's first episode are dragged out over four episodes in Fixing RWBY, with character interactions that never receive any resolution. Blake and Yang's arc of reconciliation makes zero forward progress until it's abruptly glossed over at the very end of the volume, and Blake expresses distrust of Roman but never once defies his authority. Cardin and his team are given screentime that does nothing to progress the story or the main characters' arcs. The story is padded-out with scenes about side characters that add nothing to the plot or to any of the main cast's storylines, and which add nothing to the story by being present.

Celtic Phoenix is also completely incapable of proper foreshadowing. His version of the Brunswick Farms removes everything that builds up the Apathy's nature and powers, simply adding more dead bodies and meaningless ominous notes; as a result, the entire sequence would be nonsensical to anyone not already familiar with canon. He also tacks on an edgy side-effect to the Silver Eyes, with no build-up or hinting-at whatsoever despite Ruby making use of the Silver Eyes earlier in the chapter.

Characters also blatantly act in nonsensical and contrived ways for the sake of railroading the plot. Team RWBY are separated from their weapons for a significant period during the Argus Limited fight, but JNR gets theirs almost immediately. Cordovin immediately accepts Ruby's claims despite a complete lack of evidence supporting them, only for her to later withdraw her agreement, making this nonsensical decision pointless in the long run.

Celtic Phoenix also doesn't have any idea about logical and sensible worldbuilding as well. He creates "Mimic" Grimm that evolve from Apathy Grimm, despite there being zero relation between a Grimm that absorbs willpower and one that imitates people. The Silver Eyes' drawback is plainly tacked on for the sake of edginess, with no logical rationale behind the loss of memories due to using the powers.

Even when Celtic Phoenix isn't all-but-retreading the same story he claims to need to "fix everything" in, his ideas are blatantly stolen from RWBY itself. Cinder's backstory of repeatedly trying to kill Salem is ripped off from Hazel's backstory, as revealed in V8. The edgy drawback for the Silver Eyes is blatantly stolen from a plot point from Volume 9, which was airing during Fixing RWBY V6's release; the same characters react the exact same way as they do to the similar concept in V9, and Celtic Phoenix even has Yang later call Ruby "Rubes" as she does a few times in V9.

The conclusion of the volume drives home that Celtic Phoenix has no idea how to write a satisfying conclusion, let alone one that builds from what he's written previously. He introduces the above-mentioned edgy drawback for the Silver Eyes, only for it to be completely inconsequential because the main character and her teammates are rendered unnecessary to actually resolving the plot. Through contrived writing, Celtic Phoenix would rather have our protagonists watch as other people swoop in to save the day while they did relatively nothing.

So we've established that Celtic Phoenix is a terrible writer, simply on a technical level. But as anyone even vaguely aware of this series without being the kind of "critic" Celtic Phoenix is will know, the most glaring problems with Fixing RWBY lies in different aspects, which highlight how Celtic Phoenix isn't just a shitty writer but a shitty person as well.

The misogyny

Celtic Phoenix has Ruby, Weiss, and Yang play cards with Roman just so Roman can be better than them and gloat over it. He proceeds to have Cardin fucking Winchester try to coach Blake through reconciling with Yang, while teasing Cardin being paired with Velvet—treating Velvet as a reward to Cardin for not being a racist bully.

When Adam appears on the train, Team RWBY are immediately told by male characters to stay out of the way, and are the last to join in the fighting. They're treated as completely helpless before Adam, who would have attacked them had Qrow not saved them. Adam also causes the derailment of the Argus Limited, rather than it being Ruby's choice to protect the other passengers.

After the derailment, the male characters are far more competent at rescuing themselves and the female characters after they fall from the train. When they arrive at Brunswick Farms, Celtic Phoenix creates a new type of Grimm just to be a more dangerous threat that Roman and Qrow face while Team RWBY confronts the lesser Apathy.

Throughout the volume, and especially while in Argus, Team RWBY are frequently portrayed as being unable to get along, with petty insults and cattiness exchanged between them at the most minor and absurd provocations. In contrast, groups that are lead by and/or consist mostly of men are shown to have no problems cooperating or simply being friends. Even when Team RWBY supposedly reconciles, their interactions are bizarrely toxic, insulting, and judgemental towards each other.

When Adam attacks Argus, Team RWBY's immediate response is to flee from him. They are then all defeated by Adam solo, before he is anticlimactically taken out by a cattle prod to the back, following which Cordovin chews them out for being cowards.

Adam's entire portrayal constantly attempts to paint him as sympathetic, even after he has committed an act of mass destruction and murder, including the use of insinuated sexual abuse of his mother in an attempt to portray him as sympathetic. This stands in stark contrast to Ilia Amitola, who is portrayed as undeserving of forgiveness despite having thwarted Adam's previous attempt at mass murder.

Meanwhile Cordovin, who realized the error of her ways in canon, is rewritten into a coward who's willing to desert the people of Argus, doesn't get to serve as a direct combat antagonist at any point, and is ultimately defied by the soldiers under her—continuing a constant trend throughout Fixing RWBY of female characters being written into worse people and having status and authority stripped from them.

And at the climax of the volume, where in canon Ruby mustered the willpower to use the Silver Eyes to turn the tide against the Leviathan? Of course that doesn't happen in Fixing RWBY. Instead, the Atlas soldiers that just earlier were happy to up and leave everyone in Argus to die comes back to save the day. Even in the climax of the story does Celtic Phoenix take every opportunity to strip female characters of their accomplishments and involvement in the plot.

The racism

As mentioned above, Ilia's treatment as a woman of colour who is punished for extremist acts in pursuit of equality clashes blatantly with Adam's treatment, where Fixing RWBY tries to paint him as sympathetic even following him killing numerous people. This furthers the trend of Celtic Phoenix vilifying people of colour within the White Fang, while only having any empathy for the white man in the group.

Also mentioned above is the ship-tease between Cardin and Velvet, two characters whose only interaction in canon is Cardin hurting Velvet in an act of racially-motivated bullying. This plays to racist fantasies of white men being deserving of love from women of minority groups simply for not being outright abusive and prejudiced against them.

When Maria Calavera, a woman of colour with elements of Mexican ethnicity, offers to lead the protagonists to shelter after the train derailment, Roman Torchwick—whom the white male author blatantly uses as his self-insert—accuses Maria of plotting to steal their kidneys.

Arslan, a woman of colour who previously reappeared solely to cruelly mock Pyrrha's death, returns solely to be killed off by Cinder, a white woman. Celtic Phoenix then revealed in a Reddit post that he'd written her entire character around obsession with wanting to feel superior to Pyrrha, a white woman, to the point where it ultimately results in Arslan's death. (Note that nothing in the scenes where Arslan appears even hints at this motivation, thus driving home Celtic Phoenix's utter inability to show rather than tell.)

And the queerphobia

After Ren fends off a monster attacking Roman, Roman exclaims "My hero!" in a romantic fashion. This is the continuation of a piece of queerphobic "humour" from Fixing RWBY V5, where Roman says he thought Ren was a woman because he isn't masculine enough in Celtic Phoenix's eyes.

In addition, which characters who were involved in the airship theft had their roles entirely excised? Saphron and Terra, of course. Despite forcing Cardin and his teammates to the forefront repeatedly, even to the point of letting Cardin tell Blake to Stay In The Kitchen while he fought Adam, Celtic Phoenix minimizes the role two sapphic women play in Volume 6.

White men

Given all of the above, it's blatantly just how deeply bigotry is at the root of Celtic Phoenix's writing decisions. In fact, there is one specific word I'd use to describe Celtic Phoenix, as a person, as a writer, as a "critic" of RWBY:

Threatened.

Fixing RWBY V6 is the work of a white man who genuinely is threatened, who genuinely feels victimized by the story of RWBY. Fixing RWBY itself is the story of a man so offended by a story where the titular heroines are the actual protagonists that he reduces the lead character to a man's sidekick, treats the titular team as incapable of mere friendship, and has them run in terror from a male antagonist at every encounter.

In fact, white male insecurity is at the heart of just about every writing choice of Fixing RWBY, every change that Celtic Phoenix makes. There is not one single episode where Celtic Phoenix does NOT try to have white male characters upstage female characters. White male characters are always more capable of handling challenges than Team RWBY. White male characters are always more charismatic and cooperative and confident. White male characters are always treated as more deserving of respect and sympathy than anyone else. Team RWBY's accomplishments and growth are stripped from them, and whenever they do achieve anything, either a.) white male characters guided them, b.) white male characters did more than them, or c.) it was ultimately inconsequential anyway.

And whether or not they want to admit it to others or even themselves, the people who worked on and otherwise support Fixing RWBY approve of what Celtic Phoenix created because of that white-male self-importance. It doesn't matter what they claim to believe; they've shown through their support for Fixing RWBY that they believe that white men should be the only people who matter in any story. That a story about four brave heroines should instead be a story about how women can't get anything done by themselves. That people of colour should be reduced to snarling villains at worst and targets of racist nonsense from a white man's self-insert at best. That queer people should be swept under the rug so the story can focus on men being entitled to love from women.

All of that is how these people would "fix" RWBY.

#fixing rwby #rwby critics #rwby #misogyny in hatedom #racism in hatedom #queerphobia in hatedom #in conclusion: literally zero redeeming qualities whatsoever

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