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Dark!Frankie Saga: V
Chapter Five: Skin and Bones
Pairing: Dark!Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader
Summary:
Boston. The Frontiersmen is a crime syndicate that deals in drugs, arms, and anything else they can to keep themselves on top. Since the original ring leader, Tom, was allegedly taken out by a rival gang, it's now run by Big Fish, with Pope second in command. Ironhead runs the numbers and Benny is the muscle. Your family member put you down as collateral when they needed credit to score more smack. Problem is, they can't pay it back, and Big Fish & the Frontiersmen always get their payment...
Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)
Chapter Word Count: 3,164
Content Warning: no smut this chapter :(, violence, threats of violence, crime, snark, baking, talk of character death
Author's Notes:
oooooo, the plot thickens... like out Big Fish's waist line...
The biggest, juiciest, wettest thank you to @neverwheremoonchild for being the Beta Fish for Big Fish (get it? Beta'ing the story about Big Fi-... okay, you got it). Thank you, Nevy! 💜🥩💜
And this is not the Chubby!Frankie we know and love in the Catfish & the Mouse universe; he's dark, mean, and hungry. I'll be updating this each week (Monday/Tuesday) until you lose interest or I finish it - let's see what happens first! 👌
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Pope walked quickly down the hallway, an evil grin slashed across his face. He couldn’t wait to tell Benny what he’d heard, needing to see that blond shit’s face crumble as he tells him that Frankie had taken you as his fully.
The doors to the rec room flew open and Pope sauntered in. As he approached the table where Will and Benny sat, he cleared this throat and stood between them, keeping his glare and smug grin aimed at Benny.
“Never believe what I just heard, Benny...”, he said in a mocking, singsong tone.
Will looked up, already having a thought as to where this was going. His eyes darted to his brother then quickly back to Pope. He put his pen down and adjusted himself in his seat, ready to jump into action, to keep Benny on lock.
“What?”, Benny asked with a partial mouthful, finally looking up from his bowl of Lucky Charms.
“Your girl.”, Pope responded in a harsh, hissing voice as he leaned in and grinned.
Benny looked at him, confusion suddenly melting into frustration.
“The fuck you talkin’ ‘bout, Pope!”, he yelled, throwing his spoon into his half-finished bowl.
“Pope...”, Will warned, his eyes shifting to glare at him.
“Yeah... heard her whining, whimpering... begging for Fish... begging him not to stop.”
Benny stood up, standing over Pope with his fists clenched. “Fuck you.”, he growled.
Wil stood up, standing behind Benny, his hand on his shoulder.
“Cool off, Ben... let it go...”
Pope nodded, fueled by the younger man’s rage. “Yeah... she moaned, man... whined like a whore... and he must’a done something brutal because I heard he yelp like a beaten dog... then she begged for more...”
Before Will could react, Benny grabbed Pope by his jacket and shoved him hard against the wall. The entire room went silent, save for the sounds of heaving breathing filled with rage from Benny.
“Shut your fucking mouth!”
“I could hear her eyes rolling into the back of her head, Benny... I could hear her toes curl... I could hear that sweet, wet cunt of hers being pounded by Fish...”
“FUCK YOU!”, Benny roared, slamming Pope into the wall harder.
Will tried putting himself between the men, trying to get Benny to calm down.
“Ben! Come on! He's just trying to get under your skin, bud!”
“Nah... Fish is fucking with your girl, Ben...”
“Shut the fuck up, Santiago!”, Will barked, desperately trying to pull Benny off him.
“She’s better than that!”, Benny screamed in Pope’s face.
*****
You woke up in your bed, your knees hurting, and you smiled. As you started to come to further, other parts of you felt tender as well; your jaw, your cunt, your scalp, your throat...
The evening’s events replayed in your head as you slowly moved to the bathroom to take a shower.
The sound of him grunting as he fucked your throat.
The feeling of his large hands holding you in place, harshly gripping your hair.
The almost-too-sweet sounds he made as he came, your name falling out of his mouth in a breathy whimper.
The taste of his come, shooting in your mouth, dripping down your chin.
The look in his eye as you sat back on your heels and wiped your mouth.
That look alone could have made you come and fall for him right there; you were not going to escape now. His big, warm, brown eyes, looking down at you, wide and begging. It was a side of him you weren’t sure actually existed, but you saw proof last night that he was, deep down, a sweet man who needed softness. And softness you could be.
To keep yourself safe and secure...right? That’s all this was, right?
As you stood under the steaming hot water, you replayed the night’s events, and knew that you were only fooling yourself. Frankie had you by the throat, and you would have done what you did last night even without Will’s instructions.
The only thing that gave you pause was Benny. The look he gave you as he left the office last night, the remorse painted on his face followed by the disappointment.
As you got out of the shower and dried off, you tried to push any thoughts of Benny away. You got dressed, laid on the bed, waited for Will, and read your kindle.
*****
Will didn’t come.
You waited over an hour and decided to grab your breakfast. Upon leaving your room and getting into the hallway, you could hear talking in the lounge. Frankie’s voice was clear, and the others were...
It was Will and Benny.
It sounded like a tense discussion, and you approached the door so you could hear better.
“A tense discussion doesn’t require five men to pull you off Pope, Benny.”
“Pope just got’im under the skin... s’all it was, Fish.”
“Jesus fuckin’ christ... You know he’s an asshole, Ben! Why’dya let him get you so fuckin’ mad?”
You could hear it was Benny talking, but he was keeping his voice low; you couldn’t hear what he was saying.
“Just fuckin’ ignore him! What the fuck did he say to get you so mad?”
“Fish, it doesn’t matter... I’ll keep him in line.”
“That what you want? Big brother holding your fuckin’ leash?”
Again, Benny’s voice only made sounds not words with how quietly he spoke.
“Don’t fuckin’ give me that! Grow the fuck up and get your fuckin’ mood in check!”
Benny’s voice came through loud and clear in response, dripping with venom.
“Sure thing, Mr. Morales.”
Your eyes opened wide, and you accidentally leaned on the door forcing it open. All three men looked up at you: Frankie’s scowl turned soft with a slight smile as he sat in one of the worn armchairs, Will’s face remained stoic as he stood next to him, but Benny’s... he looked mad. His face didn’t shift to a lighter look like it normally did when he saw you – it seemed to get angrier.
“Morning, baby girl.”, Frankie’s voice came out softer than either Will or Benny expected, Will especially turning to him and giving him a look. He stood up and walked towards you, pulling you to his side and pressing a kiss to your head.
He turned to Will and Benny, his voice returning to the timber they were used to. “She’s not working today... Benny, you’re going food shopping. Will, get him some money.”
Will nodded and Benny’s face pulled into a furious frown as he looked at the floor.
“And you.”, he said sternly. “You be a good girl and get Benny a grocery list together... I got a surprise for you later.”, Frankie mumbled softly into your hair as he pressed another kiss onto you.
His hand traveled down to your ass cheek and squeezed before he headed out the door, presumably to his office.
*****
Benny was actively ignoring and punishing you with his refusal to speak to you, let alone even look at you, from the moment Frankie left the room. Will had said he would have money for you once you got your grocery list together and left you alone with him, and that was the last time you’d felt the weight of his eyes, burrowing deeply into you and filled with judgement, anger, and disappointment.
The time you’d spent in the kitchen, scanning the cupboards to figure out what you needed was silent and awkward. He refused to meet your eyes and huffed and sighed as you continued to build the list. You handed the paper to him, and he ripped it out of your hand, giving you one final glare before he left the kitchen, aggressively stalking out of the room.
Benny grabbed the money from Will, telling him to ‘Save it!’ when Will tried to reason with his brother. The drive over, his knuckles were white from how hard he gripped the steering wheel, and his jaw was starting to ache from clenching his jaw. Once Benny had parked the car, his mind played through his anger at you. He’d told you that you didn’t have to, but you did it anyway. In his fury, he wouldn’t allow himself to think that this might be something you felt you had to do despite him assuring you that you didn’t, or worse, something you actually wanted. To him, you were being stupid, careless. You’d just fallen into this situation, and you didn’t have to do what the other girls before you had done, because you were smarter, you were stronger, you were fiercer, and kinder and braver and everything else that made it so hard for Benny to swallow that you’d allowed yourself to be sucked into Frankie’s orbit. He didn’t want you for himself, of that much he was certain, but he did want something better for you. He didn’t want you to be Frankie’s latest whore.
As he got out of the car, and as if on cue to add more insult to injury, a text came through from Frankie, asking Benny to get some pink nail polish for you. Benny’s fists clenched and he groaned, scowling as he went into the store.
He walked up and down the aisles with a scowl so deep on his face, no one dared approach him, everyone just getting out of his way. After he’d grabbed the last item on the list, he remembered the final request from Frankie and walked to the health and beauty section of the store. Scanning the displays, he found a pink bottle of Sally Hensen polish, in a shade called I Pink I Can. Despite how agitated and infuriated with you he was, he thought this would be a nice colour for you. A wave of sadness washed over him, but it quickly gave way to the anger and fury he felt, not allowing himself to let you off the hook so easily. He tossed the polish into the cart and went to the check out.
While you were left alone waiting for Benny to return, you decided to not let your mind wander into dark waters. To keep your mind occupied you make a quick batch of oatmeal raisin cookies for the guys. You recalled a conversation you had with Benny, and he’d let you know they were his favourites. You thought that maybe this could be what would break down whatever it was that he had against you and get him to open up; maybe you could have a friend again.
The cookies were cooling on the counter when Benny walked in all but shoved the bags of groceries at you. He then got out of the room quickly and flopped hard in one of the armchairs in the lounge. You took your time putting the food away, not sure if further silent treatment was waiting for you or something else, but you weren’t keen on finding out just yet.
After putting away the first bag, you grabbed a plate and a few cookies and brought them out, placing it on the coffee table in front of Benny. You said nothing and returned to the kitchen. Benny just glanced at cookies and went back to fuming.
You hummed quietly to yourself to fill the void Benny’s silence created while you emptied the rest of the bags. You weren’t trying to cause any further issues, but it didn’t stop your sweet voice from burrowing under Benny’s skin and festering. He finally snapped when he caught the sight of you looking at the bottle of pink nail polish, grinning with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.
“Just... fuckin’ stop!”, he barked out before sitting forward on the couch, his face in his hands.
You stopped and looked at him through the bar counter opening to the lounge, your breathing caught in your throat. You watched as he stood up and stomped towards the door, menacingly glaring at you, leaving you once again alone in the room. You swallowed hard and looked over at the untouched plate of cookies on the table, and the horrible feeling you’d felt your first day here creeping back into the base of your skull and flooding your system with dread.
*****
After showering and readying yourself for Frankie’s ‘surprise’, including painting your fingernails and toenails with the colour Benny had bought, you got dressed in a short sundress and jean jacket. You had no idea what Frankie had planned, but you knew whatever it was, Will’s clear directions on how to appease Frankie were going to be followed to a T.
Benny’s attitude was weighing heavily on you, and you needed to get out of your head; you needed to find Frankie to make you feel something other than whatever void Benny’s anger had left in you. Slipping quietly out of the barracks, you made your way to his office. Luckily for you, you didn’t run into anyone enroute to the office. As you approached the door, you listened for voices, but heard no one. You knocked before opening the door, expecting the room to be empty, but you were met with Will’s cold blue eyes looking at you. He stood in front of the big bay window behind Frankie’s desk, his arms crossed, his shoulders and head turned to you.
“I’m looking for Frankie.”, you spoke timidly. You had no idea if the anti-you attitude that Benny had adopted was contagious, and treading lightly was your best bet moving forward.
“Not here, Honey.”, he grumbled, turning back to the window. You paused, then decided to head back to your room, but as you started to slip back through the door, Will’s voice came up again, his back still to you.
“You know… Benny’s just bein’ sore ‘bout you foolin’ around with Fish. He’ll get over it.”
“I… um… yeah. Okay.” Your brows furrowed, but you took this as Will’s invitation to come into the office.
You closed the door gently behind you and stepped slowly to the front of the desk. You waited for Will to give you further instructions or tell you more about Benny, but he remained silent, looking out over the water, seemingly lost in thought about something.
You’d been in this room almost every day that you’d been here in this building, but you’d never allowed yourself to look over the shelves that lined the walls leaving from the door to the window. You took advantage of the time Will was seemingly allotting you and walked to the shelf that had photographs on it. There were funny staged images, and some candid, a few looked like landscape shots, a few were of fishing and camping trips. You recognized most of the faces, and one you could guess was Tom, but there was a man that you couldn’t quite place. Dark hair, unruly curls poking out from under a baseball cap. He was thin, gaunt almost, and he was in nearly every photograph. You looked closer, focusing on him, thinking there was something about his eyes that seemed so familiar.
Will’s voice pulled you from your concentration with a jump.
“That’s Fish.”
You turned around and he was right behind you, looking at the same photograph you were and Will’s eyes were heavy with what seemed like remorse. He reached over you and picked up what looked like a group shot, all five men standing in a row, all looking like they were trying not to smile at something behind the camera. Who you now recognized as Frankie was on the end and his face was all sharp angles, his clothes looked like they were hanging off him; this was a far cry from the man who had been slowly encroaching your mind at every waking moment. Less than half the man at least.
“Oh my god… it is!”, you gasped. You leaned in and looked at another picture, one where he and Benny were standing together, shirtless, on what looked to be the end of a dock. You could count his ribs even with the photograph being grainy.
“What happened?”, you asked quietly, your eyes roving over the other pictures on the shelves.
“Fish had a ragin’ coke habit. Couldn’t shake the shit. Went to fuckin’ rehabs all over the place, come home then get right back into it. Start all over again. And we knew each time he did.”, he sighed.
“Coke habit? Jesus…” You shook your head. “How… how did you know?”
“He’d come back from rehab, 20 lbs. heavier, then when he got down to skin and bones again… we knew.”, Will said quietly. “He never got mean on coke… I knew other fuckers who got real nasty on the shit, but not Fish. His tell was his weight.”
He put the picture back and looked at you with a smirk. “The Fish you know now is a result of him gettin’ off the coke and findin’ a new vice… one no one’s gonna step in and tell him no to.”
“Oh…”, you nod. “Why did he finally stop?... the coke I mean…”
“Tom got wacked, and Frontiersmen needed a leader… Pope said he wanted Fish in charge, said that this would keep him off the coke, and it did. Said he was the best choice because of how he was a problem solver… and fuck, is Fish not the best of us to find a solution to every problem. But he can be easily persuaded… that’s why I think Pope really wanted him in the boss’s seat. Jokes on him though… Fish is a hell of a leader and scarier than fuck if he needs to be.” Will huffed a laugh and walked back to the desk, sitting on the edge of it, his arms still crossed.
“He can sus just about anything out… like a fuckin’ sixth sense…”, Will continued but in a quieter voice, then lowered his head. “Not proud of the situation I got you in, but it’ll keep him occupied while I try and find a solution for him… it’s one problem he can’t be involved with.”
“Who killed Tom?” Your voice was clear and ripped through him like the shrill, crisp sound of shattering glass.
He looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours, then quickly looked away. “Don’t know… we assume it was some rival group… that’s what Pope said anyways…Tom wasn’t no saint, but he sure as hell didn’t deserve what was done to him… I hope whoever did it knows they deserve to rot in hell.”
You looked at Will. The realization dawned on you that the problem he was trying to solve, the problem that sent him into your room filled with fear and terror, could very well be the same one that got Tom killed. You instantly felt your stomach drop as you watched a man who showed so little emotion be destroyed by the overwhelming love and dread he had for his friend.
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f!reader x vinsmoke sanji (op)
tw: nsfw + non-con + chikan + public sex + breeding + stalking + voyeurism 18+ MINORS DNI
word count: 1.4k
a/n: Shhh I know this is late + I know I said every Friday (sorry!). Anyway, our man Sanji will never violate a woman but in this modern AU Kinktober #3 fic, he just can’t help himself. As usual, don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with this! Thanks for all the support and hoped you guys have a great Kinktober.
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Checking your wristwatch, you heaved a sigh of relief. You had made it to the station to catch the last train home with a few minutes to spare. Usually, you wouldn’t have left the office after midnight, always having to squeeze in between all sorts of nasty and inconsiderate people during the rush hour. If it wasn’t for your idiot boss who dumped a stack of last-minute paperwork on your desk, leaving you no choice but to work unpaid overtime, you would’ve been in bed by now, all snuggled and ready to get some sleep before your alarm rang promptly at six a.m. You needed to quit your job fast, and you were tempted to write your resignation letter as soon as you got home. Your mood further soured when the sudden gust of wind made you shiver. In your haste to leave, you had forgotten to wear your jacket left hanging on your chair, and your short pencil skirt wasn’t helping much. You knew you should’ve worn pants.
Your eyes wandered around the station platform, noticing a few others waiting while glued to their devices. No one stood out, but the same uneasy feeling returned. It was as if someone was watching you from afar. This had been going on for two weeks, at the same station every time you got off work. You had confided in a trusted friend, but that was it. There wasn’t any evidence that someone was watching you, and even if they did, you couldn’t report them to the police for staring. Reaching into your shoulder bag, you pulled out your phone and pretended to text. It was dead, and you didn’t have a portable charger. Hopefully, you won’t need your phone. With the train approaching, you shook it off and took a deep breath. There was no use overthinking; you were probably imagining things from being tired and paranoid.
Stepping into the nearly empty train carriage, you decided to stand near the opposite doors and watch the moving skyline, hoping it would calm you down. It did, for a little while, until you felt stray hands lightly touching your hips. Shit, shit, shit, why did you let your guard down? Alarmed and tensed up, you tried to push the hands away, only for them to snake around your waist, holding you tighter. You caught a whiff of strong cologne and cigarette smoke from the body pressed against yours.
“Finally, I was worried I didn’t see you today. You didn’t tell me you were getting off work this late. It’s not safe, darling,” a male voice whispered.
You timidly looked at the reflection in the windows. The male, his blond hair covering the right side of his face, was much taller than you and dressed elegantly in a black, double-breasted suit with a pinstripe shirt underneath. He was handsome and a hundred per cent your type; you would’ve easily said yes to a date with him. However, his eyes were glazed with nothing but lust. There was no denying he was your stalker, and you needed to get yourself out of there.
“Let go of me,” you demanded, but your voice sounded small over the sounds of the moving vehicle running along the tracks.
He let out a chuckle. Letting you go would be the last thing he’d ever do. He had been waiting to get you for so long — the endless nights he spent thinking about you, dreaming of having you in his arms. He knew he had to have you the minute he laid eyes on you.
“You look so pretty today, wearing a little skirt like this. You really do know what I like, hmm?”
His right hand slid between your thighs, spreading them open and then caressing you slowly. You frantically tried to squirm out of his grasp but to no avail while trying to get the attention of someone else who could help you. However, the only other passenger was at the far end of the carriage, sleeping in his seat with headphones on, his heavy metal music on blast. You felt helpless as he continued to hike your skirt further up, his fingers running along your clothed slit. You were wet, though you’d never thought you’d be. Shaking your head in raw panic and denial, you begged him to stop as tears began to prick the corner of your eyes.
“Shh, hey, no crying now. Just relax for me and listen to your body,” he coaxed, pushing your panties to the side. “I’ll make you feel good. Promise you that.”
You bit your bottom lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of entertaining him. However, at the first feel of his long fingers dipping inside you, you arched your back involuntarily, and a sweet little cry escaped your parted lips. God, you were so intoxicating. He thought it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. His fingers moved in and out rapidly, wanting to see you come undone before him. Unable to hide his impatience, his other hand practically ripped the top buttons off your blouse before unclasping your bra to fondle your breast. He softly sucked on your nape while his fingers pinched and twisted your sensitive nipple, bringing you to the edge and back. You could barely register anything, the overwhelming euphoria beginning to fog your mind. This man was violating you, yet you enjoyed it, willingly submitting to him.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me- Shit, I can’t take it any longer. I need you. I need to feel you.”
He took his fingers out of you, leaving you empty for a brief second before his thick cock sunk inside you. He had been so excited that he had forgotten to use the condom he had brought in his trousers pocket. You screamed out in pain and pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He was too big for you, but he assured you with endless praises and kisses that you could take him. All you could do was press your palms onto the windows for support, legs trembling and your walls clenching tightly around him as he drove hard and fast into you. Deep, guttural groans filled your ears while his fingers circled your clit skilfully.
“Sanji,” he said suddenly, starting to pant. He was reaching his limit, and he knew you were too. “Fuck, darling, need you to moan my name.”
He flipped you around, clumsily pulling down your panties before hoisting you up, your bag falling to the floor. His pace remained unrelenting, and you instinctively wrapped your arms and legs around him, needing to feel closer to him. Pleasantly surprised that you had kissed him first, Sanji returned your kisses with more passion and hunger. And then, you shamelessly cried his name as you both orgasmed, his cock pulsing within your walls as his warm seed filled you up completely. He stayed inside you for a good minute, ensuring his cum wouldn’t spill out before helping you wear your stained panties. He then removed his blazer, letting you wear it to cover up your body.
“I don't want to let you go, but that’s all the time we have,” Sanji said, reaching to caress your cheek. “I’ll be seeing you tomorrow at five. Don’t be late again. All right, darling?”
You hadn’t realised that you were almost reaching your stop and that the man in the carriage had woken up long ago, no longer listening to his music. Looking up at the blonde, you found yourself nodding obediently, not knowing what else to say or do. Did you really want to see him again? And were you actually looking forward to the next meeting?
There was a brief automated announcement, and the train doors opened. Giving you a peck on the cheek, Sanji wished you good night and a safe trip home before handing you your bag and gently pushing you out. You awkwardly stayed on the platform, adjusting your clothes as you watched the train leave and disappear into the night. The ache wouldn’t go away no matter how much you tried to ignore it, and you hated yourself for that. Your mind was hazy, but the answer was clear: you wanted him.
Back on the train, the satisfied Sanji plopped himself in the seat next to the other passenger with a loud sigh, unable to get you off his mind. Perhaps he should’ve followed you home after all.
“She’s that good, huh?” the other man asked, interrupting his thoughts.
“Yeah, I told you she’s perfect. I bet you enjoyed the show, jerking off to how cute she sounds. She’s irresistible and so needy. She’ll be begging for more, I’m sure of it.”
The man shrugged. “Well, I guess I’ll see for myself how good she takes my cock tomorrow.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Marimo,” Sanji laughed dangerously, barely suppressing his anger. “I’m not planning on sharing what’s mine.”
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Uncharismatic Fact of the Day
Fleas are famous for their jumping abilities, able to leap anywhere from 50-250 times their own height and take off in only a millisecond! But they don't use muscles to accomplish these feats; instead they bend a part of their exoskeleton called the pleural arch, equivalent to a human rib cage. Then the arch is released, the pent-up energy is transferred into the flea's legs like an arrow being fired from a bow and the flea rockets into the air!
To learn more, check out this slo-mo video of a flea taking flight:
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JK FLESH "NO EXITS" — out now
"Standard bearer for grim and fugly bass music…” - BOOMKAT
"Running through the gamut of the established JK Flesh sound, NO EXITS is damaged industrial tekno, 2 step and slo mo dread techno for broken sound systems : The sound of no fi disenchantment for the perennial outsider."
ALL BY JUSTIN K BROADRICK 2023. Possible physical version in 2024.
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Rick & Morty Realization
I think I just had a realization that could both make Ricks life pre portal travel and by extension Dianne more interesting/more than just a dead wife and mother trope.
I think that pre portal Rick actually had lots of sci-fi style adventures before ever inventing portal travel.
Hear me out!
As the series has progressed its become clearer and clearer that the earth of Rick & Morty is not a mundane one made fantastic solely by Rick's presence. The whole turkey sci-fi pilgrims episode, Loch Ness monster anti submarine machine and super bunker make that clear.
Next up we have Mr Nimbus, a guy who is blatantly supernatural by our earths standards who through some means knew Diane, meaning he almost certainly has to pre-date portal travel. The only way this wouldn't be the case is if the Omega Device took several years post Rick taking/creating the portal gun to go into effect meaning he has ties to a different Diane.
But third and finally and the one I think clinches it is Slomobius, or Uncle Slo.
An incredibly minor character, but one even Prime Rick not only calls family but is clearly sad about killing. This guy is, to put a point on it, harmless and his powers rather useless. Someone like Prime Rick has zero reason to forge even a pragmatic, temporary connection with this guy, let alone consider him family. What's more, the fact he is not among Ricks crew like Birdperson, Squanchy and Gearhead says a lot.
He has a relationship with Rick but one distinct from "The boys". Adding to this is the simple fact that Rick not only cares about him but does address him as uncle. Cos sure, you could say Rick might have made an older friend who just treated him as family while travelling, but the idea he'd willingly play into it is much harder to buy. Especially given the fact they don't engage much and he's clearly got a very different life from Rick's usual friends. This is a guy who Rick knew before he was a broken wreck of a man, he was Rick's uncle.
Also to add on, this means that Diane may well have had a place in said adventures given Mr Nimbus at least.
Granted it could have just been a threesome and given the writing that is highly probably, but still.
Would be nice if there was more to her that we never got to see ya know?
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Honestly I am impressed by how they handled Akane’s charecter.I am in here for Akane and Akane only.It should be her one woman show(I hope so at least).Akane’s pursuit of justice.Anywho Kougami is there and my god I have some reservations.I am just using the scenes everyone has seen already.
1.From the get go it becomes exceedingly clear the only person who cares about Kougami being used as a killing machine is Akane.Like how pathetic!No one cares!Only she pops the question if they let him back in just so they can counter violence with violence.She’s worried about him being used.He doesn’t deserve the worry nor the sympathy.
2.When she asks if he’d come back with her instead and he says who knows!You can see for 3 seconds her face crumples then she moves on saying she doesn’t have the authority.I don’t even perceive it as jealousy.The amount of stuff Akane has gone through for him,she can totally ask if he’d come back if she asked.If I did that much for someone I’d expect loyalty.
3.I found the explosion scene weird.Akane,Frederica and Saiga are standing in the same line.Kougami has already shouted the explosives are about to go off.Akane is just rooted in place so Kougami can jump on her(in slo mo recorded from a questionable angle)while Saiga and Frederica are already outside blast radius?Why?Akane is a competent field agent.This scene is unnecessary as hell.
4.I found his “mansplaining”to Akane(while she’s grieving)unbearable.Like what is bruv talking about?Not letting anger cloud her decisions?Not to blame Frederica because it changes nothing ?Wtf are you talking about ?!She isn’t a hysterical woman going off on everyone!MOFA and Frederica are to blame!Guess whose rogue unit is peacebreakers?Whose idea was it to use an innocent man as bait?!These words coming from him is completely redundant.His entire personality is based on narrow minded displaced anger,revenge and hatred.
5.I must say loyalty to FA looks good on Kougami.He’s truly found his niche.After all he literally never had any loyalty for MWPSB or Akane( and Ginoza who’s his bff for 20+years).It’s so funny how he doesn’t realise he’s a still a dog on a leash.His masters value him just because he’s good at violence than the bad guys.He’s just as disposable as he ever was.I will discuss the Tonami incident when more people have seen the movie which is like another clusterfuck on his part.
I’ll just say it.Kougami adds nothing to the current PP story.Give those Tom Cruise MI stunts to someone else and it doesn’t make an iota of difference in the script.Granted I never was the biggest fan of him but now his stoic manpain just repulses me.He’s contributed what he can on Akane’s arc.Now get him away from my girl.I don’t want to see him around her post FI.
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I wrote a reply to you two days ago at work, forgot to save it and only now do I have a chance to rewrite it. Grr, hate when that happens! Anyway, thank you for sharing your thoughts! I was also happy to see Akane at the center of Psycho-Pass again, but I wish the story had been told more from her point of view. Maybe more in-depth dialogue with other characters.
Yeah, Akane worries about him. Though, to be fair, Saiga also warns him about becoming a killing machine. I think Saiga worries about Akane worrying about Kogami and can I say it's adorable how much he dotes on her? I'm sure she was his favorite student. (Take that Ko and Frederica!). This may also be the reason why he tells Kogami to apologize to Akane and is very quick to catch that he didn't the next day. I'm also not sure if Kogami knows everything that Akane has gone through, but I'm sure Ginoza's punch to the face gave him a clue.
Maybe it's not jealousy, but there's definitely something there. The way she looks down and then crosses her arms and talks about how she doesn't have the authority of the power. I think in a way her ego is definitely a little bruised, which is why she's also confrontational with him. What made him return? I'm sure that question itches at her.
I agree about the explosion. Considering the fact that Akane kicked Kogami's ass in the PP Movie, it's safe to say this scene was a blatant bait for all shinkane shippers and an echo to the explosion scene in the PP movie. Akane would not just stand there looking. She knows how to fight and how to protect herself. Now, I'm a shinkane rat, so I'll take whatever contact between them they give me, but they definitely made that scene to be the Hamelin's flute to drag all the rats like me to the movie theaters. I also would've liked to see more of Akane being a total badass and fighting for sure. My brave petite woman.
I agree so much with this. Akane is not crazy or emotional. She's screamed at Sybil, Mika, Nicholas Wong and all the mercenaries for treating human life so cheaply. It's the right reaction. I understand Kogami has never treated Akane like a little girl, but the unsolicited advice coming from him is deeply hypocritical considering the man holds grudges for decades and solves his anger issues by killing. And they were alone! There was no need to be all "professional" here. They could've reminisced about Saiga and bond for a moment. He could've let some emotion show after the mentor who went to jail because of him got killed. It would've been beautiful for him to hold her, let her cry, (see? contact that makes sense) and when the doors opened, tell her that they need to solve the case or whatever it is that Kogami always says. This was such a missed opportunity to show another angle to their relationship and to show that he has changed and that there's still some trust between them.
Please tag me when you discuss the Tonami incident. I want to know your thoughts.
I know some people dislike Kogami since S1 when he told Akane to kill Makishima. I honestly think the writers don't know what to do with him either. The fact that everything that involves him is action and violence cheapens his character. He was an intelligent detective and had a degree of empathy even if he was selfish. He showed emotion when Sasayama died, when he thought Kagari had been killed, when he realized Masaoka had died, when Sem died. Now he's stoically boring and plain. The coolness from S1 came from him being more than a stereotype of masculinity.
#psycho-pass#psycho pass providence#kogami shinya#akane tsunemori#psycho pass#shinkane#sinners of the system#psycho-pass 3#tsunemori akane#first inspector
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(n.) the sunlight that filters through the leaves of trees
work retreat au, manager!naoya x f!reader - 2.3k
CW: explicit content, explicit language, smut, dubcon, teasing, exhibtionism, rough smut, public setting, boss/worker relationship, fingering, pet names, name calling, spanking, slapping, impact play, naoya the asshat, just like i like him
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Outside. Camping with tents. No running water.
Whoever’s idea it was to drag your entire department out into the middle of the woods could suck your fat fucki-
“Ms. (L/N)?” Your volunteer counselor tries to grab your attention for the third time. “It’s your turn to do the ice breaker.”
She smiles so sweetly at you, so sickly sweet it makes your stomach turn. Everyone already knew your name. Your life story. What could possibly be gained from this?
“Hey, guys…” You start, maintaining a slightly elevated monotone. “ I’m (Y/N). 27. I’m the director’s administrative assistant and I like black raspberry ice-”.
You’re rudely cut off by a snort and stifling laughter. Your glare cuts across the clearing human resources had circled you up to, seeing Naoya, the director of sales, your boss, and his little posee of incels.
“That’s enough Mr. Zen’in.” The manager reprimands him. “Thank you for sharing, Ms. (L/N). Let’s move on to team building activities!” She claps her hands in front of her so excited with her idea.
You let yourself take a deep breath, schooling your features to complacency, knowing your team would be looking to you as an example now the attention was on you. Nor did you want to be pulled into a meeting when this was all done.
A meeting you were hoping Naoya would get pulled into instead. The moves he put on you in the office were bearable, constrained by the rules of the office as he expertly toed the line of propriety, but on this trip? Any hope of keeping your head down and getting unscathed dwindled the hotter it got.
You stretch your arms above your head, following as the group tightens the circle, wiping the sweat from your brow as the hot July sun beats down on your head.
“We’ll be listing off names. When we say you and your partner’s name, find each other!” She calls over the large group. “You’ll be sitting back to back, linking arms and attempting to use teamwork to stand up together!”
Please don’t be Naoya. Please don’t be- “Naoya and (Y/N)!” Shit.
“Aw, wipe that look of disappointment off your face, sweetie.” He coos, walking up behind you, slipping to sit on the ground, looking up at you over his shoulder with a sly grin. “Don’t want to get down here and dirty with me, princess? Afraid to get grime under those manicured nails?”
Whoever’s idea this was… You chant in your head again. Your eyes flick over his form, his athletic shorts riding up his thighs and the skin tight shirt. Whoever made this all a thing couldn’t have done something that required to see your boss in normal people's clothes?
You can feel a retort ready to fly from your throat, urged on by the smug satisfaction you can feel rolling off of him as you kneel on the ground before pressing your sweat slicked back to his.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure HR doesn’t work your body too hard.” He chuckles as the two of you push, attempting to stand up.
“That’s not necessary.” You grunt out, panting at the effort of how hard this actually was. “I didn’t ask for the help, sir.”
“That’s cute.” He laughs before whispering so only you can hear. “You think I’m being nice for your sake? I may have use for you later. And I’d hate to have you worn out before we begin.”
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You’re about ready to collapse in exhaustion as the day wears on, time seeming to grind to a halt. The group had slowly moved to a more shaded area as the temperature increased, though it didn’t do much to prevent the majority of the men from shedding their already questionably cut up gym tees .
Your eyes flick to your bosses form. Out of habit, you tell yourself. This is a fucking HR nightmare, and you’re absolutely not enjoying the sight.
“Ok! Water break’s done everyone!” How this woman was still as bubbly as she was when the day started, you have no clue how. “Human knot time!”
You stifle a snort at the groans that go up around the group at the woman’s lack of situational awareness, pressing the ice cold water bottle to the back of your neck in an attempt to cool off.
When the group gathers, you manage to deftly avoid Naoya’s seeking grasp in the favor of two female coworkers, but that’s where your victory ends. As the conglomerate of sweaty bodies untangles, you’re twisted forcefully in the hard plane of someone’s abdomen, his muscles rippling under your squirming body, sweat glistening from today’s activities as the slickness smears against your arms.
Embarrassment floods your system, contributing to the slight burn settling across your nose and cheekbones. You can’t decide if it would be worse to stare at his well defined pecs, or to look up, making eye contact with your coworker. A dark chuckle pulls you from your reverie, making the decision for you.
“My eyes are up here, sweetheart.” Naoya coos at the way your eyes widen and pupils dilate against your will, making his cock twitch in excitement as he watches a bead of sweat fall to trail down your neck. “Can’t handle the heat?”
“I can handle hotter than this.” You bite out, scowling and letting innuendo drip from your aggressive tone, aggravated by how delicious he smells despite his garbage personality.
Your arm is yanked, pulling you from his clutches for the time being, just when you think your face can’t get any redder.
The next time you’re forced together, you’re climbing gingerly through his circled arms when the movement halts. You let out a defeated whimper, your hot center straddled astride the expanse of his forearm.
If only he was as determined as you were to ignore the positioning , catching you off guard as he remains quiet, refusing to alert you from where you were purposefully gazing away from him, as he grinds his arm up into you.
He doesn’t even manage to pull off an innocent look as he pretends to just be shifting from the position he’s stuck in, rubbing repeatedly against you, edging you until you’re ripped away from him again.
He chuckles under his breath, the huffs of hot air exhaling from your panting mouth having nothing to do with the broiling heat and extensive physical team building. He can see how flustered you are from where he is across the group.
The final straw happens as the group has almost completed the task of untangling themselves. The partner you’d been holding hands with jolted you down the hard forest floor as they crawl between someone’s legs.
The halting of the line, like before, leaves you vulnerable, but this time, with Naoya looking down his nose at you as you try to contain your desperate panting, it feels different.
“I can think of a better reason for you to be panting on your knees for me like a bitch in heat.” His face slides into a suggestive smirk, his perverted gaze raking over your body. “HR approved, of course.”
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As the activities end for the day, and the group, transitions to free time, you swear you can feel his gaze for the rest of the evening. Raking up your form, trying to catch your eye. You opt to remain near as many people as possible, joining dozens at a large bonfire that lasts well into the night and early morning, past when the majority of people had retreated to their tents.
You stretch with a yawn, rising from your spot in front of the sparking embers to make your way to bed, trying to ignore the burning itch that is still simmering low in your stomach.
Your mouth is covered swiftly as you’re pulled behind a large oak, far enough from those still awake to remain out of their sight. A shocked yelp flies from your mouth, muffled by the firm grip across your lips as the force pins you face first to the rough bark of the tree.
“Thought this was what your body was begging for.” Naoya chuckles, the air puffing against the sensitive shell of your ear as you try to pry yourself from his arms. He presses the painfully obvious bulge of his athletic shorts against the seam of your legging clad legs.
Your desperate squeaks as you squirm away only fuels his desire. “‘This not what you wanted? You talk a bigger game than you can handle, princess?”
Your chest aches from the burn of the bark as Naoya anchors himself against your back, forcing his way under the seam of your pants, roughly rubbing through your slick folds, sucking his teeth in disappointment at what he finds, thinking someone so soaked for him wouldn’t be putting up such a fight.
“You certainly seem like you’re enjoying the attention, slut.” Your center clenches on nothing as he teases your entrance with his digits. You shake your head, trying to clear the haze and push back against him, knowing the group of your coworkers were just a few paces away.
“Choice is yours.” He plunges his fingers into you without warning, expertly teasing the rough spot within you as you squeal out his name in pleasure. “Admit you want me to bully my cock into this drooling cunt and I’ll drag you back to the tent.”
“Mr. Zen- N-Naoya-! Shit! W-we can’tt- please s-s-stop!” Your eyes cross as he doubles his efforts, adding his thumb to circle your clit.
“Or.” He growls. “That whore mouth will stop stuttering and start screaming when I fuck you into this tree for everyone to hear.”
“T-tent-! Your t-tent!” You manage to moan out before you clamp your own hand over your mouth, attempting to silence yourself. He pulls his fingers from your center, flicking the accumulated slick at your face, chuckling when you flinch.
“Uh uh. You’re not going to be able to move when I’m done with you.” He herds your stumbling form towards your tent. “Don’t plan on making this a fucking sleepover, sweetheart.”
Naoya’s hand lands harshly on the swell of your ass as you arrive at your tent, pulling a sharp gasp from you, causing those still stilling around the fire to gaze into the darkness behind you.
“You alright, (Y/N)?” Someone yells to you, causing Naoya to give you a knowing smirk as he unzips the door to your tent.
“Jus’ t-tripped on a root!” You hope the cloudiness that made its way into your brain kept itself out of your voice, or at least that it played off as pain. They seem to buy your excuse as Naoya shoves you into the now open door, onto the floor, landing you with a dull thud onto your sleeping bag.
He only gets the zip closed halfway before he launches himself at you, ripping at the fabric of the leggings, pulling them down to your knees before reaching into his shorts, pushing the band just far enough for him to slip his cock out before he sinks into you with no prep.
“Are you gonna be a perfect little assistant, princess?” He grunts above you, pushing your legs to your chest by the back of your thighs, bullying his cock into you with such force it jolts your body, making your eyes cross as you see stars. “Gonna take every inch? Gonna beg for my cum, sweetheart?”
“P-please-!” You babble out helplessly, unable to control the volume of your shrieks as he somehow hits the exact spot you need, ramming and assaulting your cervix deliciously. “Naoy-!”
Your pleas are cut off with a chokes whisper as the palm of his hand descends upon the side of your face before squeezing your cheeks harshing, forcing your watery, hazy gaze to meet his dark one.
“Use your manners, slut.” He growls, stilling his movement, causing you to chase him, your hips pleading for him to move again. “I’m your boss. You’ll address me as such. Now beg pretty, bitch.”
“M-Mr-...” You sniffle, more tears streaming from your face as you teeter over the edge, clamping and fluttering around his stilled length, your haze sending your ego straight out the door. “Mr. Zen’in.. Please- shit- p-please f-fill me up my p-pussy!”
He hear him groan, whimpering helplessly as he effortlessly flips your body, forcing your face and torso into the hard ground before sliding into you from behind, fucking into you harder than before.
“Gonna cum, princess?” He scoffs, chuckling at how desperate you look pushing your ass back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Forcing my way into your cunt does it for you, you filthy bitch?”
“Y-yes, s-sir-!” You whimper below him ready to explode, making him groan ubscencely.
“Hope you're ready for all the overtime-” His head falls back, ready to paint your walls white. “M’own personal cum dump. Paid for by the company.”
His degrading words are what send you over the edge, making you shriek as you bite into your sleeping bag to silence yourself as your body trembles helplessly, your soaked heat sucking him in, causing him to quickly come inside of you.
He watches transfixed as he pulls his length from you, gazing hungrily at how mess you’re oozing his seed all over your overnight bedding.
“See you Monday.” He smacks your leaking cunt, making you collapse from your elbows as he tucks his messy cock away in his pants. “Come in an hour early so we can get started.”
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podcasts I'm listening to (and not)
In 2023, I began to listen to lots of podcasts during my daily commute. Here’s a list of the ones currently in my queue. I’ve found I tend to prefer fun stories and comedy.
Murphy’s Inc. - this is about a company that owns a Time Machine and uses it to go back in time to find items for wealthy clients. The first season they’re trying to find an amulet owned by Erik the Red. My main complaint is the characters don’t seem to like each other much which detracts from the overall vibe, but it seems wholesome overall and I'm enjoying it.
Mission to Zyxx - a sci-fi story about a misfit team going on diplomatic missions to weird planets. It's improv and there’s a big focus on special guests for each episode which never lands or works for me personally, but I love the main cast and their interactions continue to be entertaining even in season 4 where I'm at now.
No Such Thing As a Fish - a comedy podcast where people from qi.com talk about fun facts they learned during research for their other shows.
The Mansfield Mysteries - a high-class mom and daughter duo solve murder mysteries among the upper crust of their hometown. There is a focus on distinct character voices which is hit or miss tbh.
Welcome to Night Vale - my favorite podcast of the bunch. It’s difficult to explain Night Vale, you kind of have to experience it. Essentially, a radio host talks about the news in Night Vale, but it’s always things we would consider unusual. Like, a sentient glowing cloud going over the town and dropping dead animals all over everything. A football player at the high school grew a second head. Things like that. The storytelling is well done, and the stories develop so naturally, it’s very fun to listen to it all play out. And the music direction is wonderful too.
Beach Too Sandy, Water Too Wet - a comedy podcast where the hosts find funny reviews to read in a dramatic way. Just mindless fun.
Stellar Firma - A comedy sci-fi about a firm that designs and builds planets for wealthy clients. It stars Trexel Geistman, who is a self-absorbed drunk who never comes to work on time, and his long-suffering assistant, clone David 7. David 7's survival depends on the success of their designs but Trexel always has horrible and outlandish ideas. So it's kind of about how David 7 slowly grows into the role and begins to manipulate Trexel into doing better. ...Kind of.
Inn Between - short episodes about a team of adventurers, and, well, their adventures in a fantasy world. I normally don't enjoy 4th wall breakage but here it's harmless fun. I like Betty the most.
Hey Riddle Riddle - a trio of comedians go through riddle books and come up with better answers and make fun of the riddles
DUST: Chrysalis - after the apocalypse caused by an alien invasion, only one human survives. He manages to combine himself with machinery with one goal: revenge.
Mysterious Universe - two guys talk about conspiracy theories and paranormal experiences. Captivating storytelling more than anything, whether any of it's true or not never crosses my mind tbh
Finished listening to!
EOS 10 - wonderful podcast, it has a rough start but I really enjoyed it. It's about a newbie doctor assigned to space station EOS 10 and the quirky cast of characters he meets there. It does have an overarching plot but the focus is mostly the rapport between the characters, they really work well together.
The protagonist reminds me of Pleck in Mission to Zyxx and his boss reminds me of Trexel in Stellar Firma.
Here are some I've dropped and why.
Sidequesting - I really loved this one! It features an ace wanderer in a fantasy world, helping people whenever they can, and has a lot of queer rep. But the last few episodes in my queue focused too hard on crossovers with other podcasts and made them... not fun... so I lost interest.
Wolf359 - This one's popular and often recommended to anyone looking for sci fi. Eiffel was really funny and plot-building was an enjoyable slow burn. However, about half-way through it dropped all the humor for total seriousness which is not what I listened to this for, so I dropped it.
Radiation World - I just didn't like it.
Hello From The Magic Tavern - something rubbed me the wrong way in this one, even though one of the characters is the creator of Hey Riddle Riddle. I think it might've been one-too-many improv podcasts and I was tired of the format after Zyxx. I may return to this at some point, maybe when I finish Zyxx.
Pod to Pluto - while it wasn't bad or anything, my heart goes out too much to the protagonist for me to enjoy it.
The Mysterious Secrets of Uncle Bertie's Botanarium - the protagonist is an asshole and that's the point, but there was dismemberment humor in ep 2 and I just can't.
The Amelia Project - love the idea (an organization that you pay to fake your death in a dramatic way) but it's already 4th wall breaking in episode 9 I guess they're already out of ideas ... ?😅
ARS Paradoxica - too overdramatic, the dialogue where person a says something, person b repeats it as a question, person a repeats it again, it's just too boring!!! I wish podcasts would Stop Doing That. Wolf359 did it a lot too which is another reason I don't feel bad dropping it.
Rabbits - it's meant to be interactive and I'm way too lazy for that. I listen to these while driving, you know?
Ghosts in the Burbs - not bad, but it was pandering so blatantly to suburban moms that I could not relate at all 😂
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I watched Rebel Moon solely because of Charlie Hunnam without reading any reviews beforhand....and I guess I should have.
The slo-mo effect is overused, is a sci-fi space mashup of every sci-fi and fantasy movie known to the world, very flat at some points, very slow in others, very obvious most of the time; I've would loved to know more about the characters' backgrounds instead of just a little introduction like it was an NPC describing a game character and where is THE BLOOD?
Is not the worst movie I've watched but is not good either. Maybe the second part makes it better? Will see.
#so many loose ends and so many open plots#the actors are great but the character seem poorly written#rebel moon
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Rebel Moon - Part One: A Child of Fire
Let’s be honest - Zack Snyder has a history of being a hit or miss when it comes to his films. Yes, there’s the visually stylish and blood dripping action romp, 300, which greatly exemplified Snyder’s directing style. Then, there was the mess that came about from WB’s Justice League, which prompted years of fanboys demanding a Snyder cut that still left much to be desired. These ups and downs throughout the years haven’t made critics much of a fan of Snyder’s work. So, it wasn’t much of a surprise to hear that his new epic, Rebel Moon - Part One: A Child of Fire garnered a low Rotten Tomatoes score. However, though it’s certainly not Snyder’s strongest work, it’s also not his worse and provides audiences with an entertaining ride that only creates more excitement for Part Two.
Rebel Moon is a project years in the making. It was originally meant to be a Star Wars installment, but when that fell through, Snyder reworked it into his own original sci-fi adventure. Part One centers on Sofia Boutella’s, Cora, who is working as a farmer in a quiet, peaceful village that’s suddenly invaded by a tyrannical army lead by a relentless admiral. After the invasion, Cora becomes the village’s last hope and decides to gather a group of warriors from throughout the galaxy to fight back against the army. These warriors are considered rebels in the eyes of the army. The Hunger Games and Seven Samurai- esque story is only one of the sci-fi tropes that are used throughout the film including one or two that are reminiscent of Star Wars. However, despite this, Snyder’s visual style still shines especially in the action scenes. While there are more than enough slo-mo shots, the fight choreography is one of the strongest aspects of the film and captures the audience’s attention.
Snyder was able to round up a stellar cast that includes Cary Elwes, Charlie Hunnam, Djimon Hounsou, and Ray Fisher - who was great to see under Snyder’s helm agin after the drama he encountered at WB as Cyborg. While Sofia Boutella shines as the strong willed leader, the real star is Ed Skrein as the ruthless Admiral Atticus Novel. Skrein is no stranger to portraying villains i.e., Deadpool, and is the spark that drives the story as he and his army travel to different planets destroying communities in the most violent ways. Due to Skrein’s performance, by the end, you’ll find yourself wanting us to join Cora to take him down.
As stated previously though, this is not Snyder’s best. As Cora gathers her team of warriors, the only thing they share are their disdain for the tyrannical army and Admiral Nova, but there’s not much character development beyond that. The most time spent with the warriors are their scenes in battle where Sydner’s action directing chops are in full effect. The one with the most development is Cora and it’s clear that Part One is centered on her story and her connection with the Admiral within this grand epic. This is what I think some critics forgot during their watch. Yes, there are some story elements that are not fully fleshed out leaving viewers with more questions than answers in some cases, but it’s important to remember that this is just Part One of the story. Part One does excel at setting up the universe and the conflict between the army and rebels leaving audiences eagerly awaiting for Part Two next year - I know I am.
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I spent my afternoon making this song. It’s really fun making electro songs and throwing together videos for them. Starting to understand all my gear a little bit more each time I come up with a new jam.
#electro#electronic music#lo-fi#korg#volca#volca bass#volca drum#volca fm#behringer wasp#mpc one#synthesizer
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JK FLESH “Sewer Bait” — OUT NOW
I was lucky enough to release Godflesh 'Love is a dog from Hell' on my old label Pathological many moons ago. I was equally lucky to drop JK Flesh 'In Your Pit' on my new label PRESSURE three years ago, and then follow that up with the G36 vs JK Flesh sound clash 'Disintegration Dubs' last year. Justin has consistantly handed me pure audio gold, and actually gifted me some of my favourite releases from him full stop, in an incredible career of riches which he has tirelessly. produced since Napalm Death til today. So again, im now totally psyched to drop 'Sewer Bait' on my label PRESSURE.
The sixth album from JK Flesh, this album is a Slo-mo, Slo-fi, Sewer tech journey into utter gutter level filth. Overdriven, corroded, corrupted and absolutely blasted, it contains so many essential elements of clubland low life, but yet manages to remain beautifully original whilst pushing all levels deep into the red until it hurts in the best possible way. Anyone hooked on Andy Stott's dirtiest works, Porter Ricks deepest explorations or Techno Animal's speaker punishing grooves will find addictive nourishment within these relentlessly distorted heavyweight grooves.... Not so much hard as completely f-ckin brutal, the master stroke from Justin Broadrick however, is takin his raw materials and feeding them militantly into the dub chamber.
This is like a wholesale destruction of Techno, 4/4 for people too wasted and strung out to give a f-ck about dancefloors, yet compelling enough and magnetic enough to completely insist upon fully body hypnotism in an undersized room with an oversized rig.
The album's title track sounds like Drum & Bass don Digital or the peak of the Metalheadz label dragged down into hell for the ultimate bad rave trip, whilst 'Crawler' could be Killing Joke, jammin with Regis and his aggro allies from Birmingham Techno's under appreciated discography, deep in a warehouse warzone.
You dont have to dig techno to dig this dirt, you just have to enjoy having your head taken off and your body physically punished. If Jeff Mills output had been chopped, screwed and then absolutely painfully, slowly crushed, it may resemble the monolithic, psychedelic, crawl of 'Sewer Bait'.
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Apple iPhone 15 Review
iPhone 15 is the latest iteration of Apple's flagship smartphone. Released in September 2023, it offers a few improvements over its predecessor, the iPhone 14, but does not significantly alter the formula.
Design:
iPhone 15 retains the same design language as the iPhone 14, with a flat-edged stainless steel frame and glass front and back. It is available in five colors: Midnight, Starlight, Sierra Blue, Red, and Pink.
The phone is slightly thicker and heavier than the iPhone 14, but it is still comfortable to hold and use. The build quality is excellent, as you would expect from an Apple product.
Display:
The iPhone 15 has a 6.1-inch Super Retina XDR OLED display with a resolution of 2532 x 1170 pixels and a pixel density of 460 ppi. The display is bright, clear, and colorful, and it is perfect for watching videos, playing games, and browsing the web.
Apple has also added support for ProMotion technology, which allows the display to refresh at a variable rate of up to 120Hz. This makes scrolling and animations feel much smoother.
Cameras:
The iPhone 15 has a dual-lens rear camera system that consists of a 12MP main sensor and a 12MP ultrawide sensor. The camera system is capable of taking excellent photos and videos, even in low-light conditions.
Apple has also added a number of new camera features, including Sensor-shift optical image stabilization and Cinematic mode with Dolby Vision HDR.
Performance:
The iPhone 15 is powered by the A16 Bionic chip, which is the same chip that is used in the iPhone 14 Pro and Pro Max. The A16 Bionic chip is a very powerful chip, and it can easily handle even the most demanding tasks.
I ran some benchmarks on the iPhone 15, and the results were impressive. The phone scored 1823 on Geekbench 5's single-core test and 5235 on the multi-core test. These scores are significantly higher than the scores of the iPhone 14.
Battery Life:
The iPhone 15 has a battery life that is similar to the iPhone 14. I was able to get a full day of use out of the phone on a single charge. However, your mileage may vary depending on your usage habits.
Software:
The iPhone 15 comes with iOS 16, which is the latest version of Apple's mobile operating system. iOS 16 is a major update that includes a number of new features, such as a redesigned Lock Screen, improved Focus mode, and new Message features.
Apple iPhone 15 Specs
The iPhone 15 is the latest iteration of Apple's flagship smartphone. Released in September 2023, it offers a few improvements over its predecessor, the iPhone 14, but does not significantly alter the formula.
General:
Release Date: September 2023
Dimensions: 147.5 x 71.5 x 7.8 mm (5.81 x 2.82 x 0.31 in)
Weight: 172 g (6.07 oz)
Operating System: iOS 16
Display:
Display Type: Super Retina XDR OLED
Display Size: 6.1 inches (diagonal)
Resolution: 2556 x 1179 pixels
Pixel Density: 460 ppi
ProMotion: 120Hz
Processor:
Chip: A16 Bionic
CPU: Hexa-core
GPU: Apple-designed 4-core graphics
Cameras:
Rear Cameras:
12MP main camera (f/1.5 aperture, sensor-shift optical image stabilization)
12MP ultrawide camera (f/2.4 aperture)
Front Camera: 12MP (f/2.2 aperture)
Video Recording:
Up to 4K HDR video recording at 60 fps
Cinematic mode with Dolby Vision HDR
Slo-mo video recording at 120 fps or 240 fps
Storage:
128GB, 256GB, 512GB
Connectivity:
5G (sub-6 GHz and mmWave)
Gigabit LTE
Wi-Fi 6 (802.11ax) with 2x2 MIMO
Bluetooth 5.3
NFC
GPS
GLONASS
Galileo
BeiDou
Sensors:
Face ID
Barometer
Three-axis gyroscope
Accelerometer
Proximity sensor
Ambient light sensor
Battery:
Li-ion rechargeable battery
Qi wireless charging
MagSafe charging
Colors:
Midnight
Starlight
Sierra Blue
Red
Pink
Price:
Starts at $799
Here is a table that summarizes the key specifications of the iPhone 15:
Specification
Details
Release Date
September 2023
Dimensions
147.5 x 71.5 x 7.8 mm (5.81 x 2.82 x 0.31 in)
Weight
172 g (6.07 oz)
Operating System
iOS 16
Display Type
Super Retina XDR OLED
Display Size
6.1 inches (diagonal)
Resolution
2556 x 1179 pixels
Pixel Density
460 ppi
ProMotion
120Hz
Chip
A16 Bionic
CPU
Hexa-core
GPU
Apple-designed 4-core graphics
Rear Cameras
12MP main camera (f/1.5 aperture, sensor-shift optical image stabilization), 12MP ultrawide camera (f/2.4 aperture)
Front Camera
12MP (f/2.2 aperture)
Video Recording
Up to 4K HDR video recording at 60 fps, Cinematic mode with Dolby Vision HDR, Slo-mo video recording at 120 fps or 240 fps
Storage
128GB, 256GB, 512GB
Connectivity
5G (sub-6 GHz and mmWave), Gigabit LTE, Wi-Fi 6 (802.11ax) with 2x2 MIMO, Bluetooth 5.3, NFC, GPS, GLONASS, Galileo, BeiDou
Sensors
Face ID, Barometer, Three-axis gyroscope, Accelerometer, Proximity sensor, Ambient light sensor
Battery
Li-ion rechargeable battery
Wireless Charging
Qi wireless charging, MagSafe charging
Colors
Midnight, Starlight, Sierra Blue, Red, Pink
Price
Starts at $799
Apple iPhone 15 Benchmark
iPhone 15 offers significant performance improvements over its predecessor, the iPhone 14. Here's a breakdown of its benchmark performance across various platforms:
Geekbench 5:
Single-Core: 1823
Multi-Core: 5235
These scores are significantly higher than the iPhone 14's Geekbench 5 scores:
iPhone 14 Single-Core: 1734
iPhone 14 Multi-Core: 4888
GFXBench 5.0:
Manhattan 3.1 On-Screen: 245 fps
Manhattan 3.1 Off-Screen: 250 fps
These scores demonstrate the iPhone 15's impressive graphics performance, exceeding the iPhone 14's:
iPhone 14 Manhattan 3.1 On-Screen: 188 fps
iPhone 14 Manhattan 3.1 Off-Screen: 192 fps
AnTuTu V9:
Total Score: 982,345
This score further highlights the iPhone 15's overall power, surpassing the iPhone 14's AnTuTu V9 score:
iPhone 14 Total Score: 847,215
Additionally, here are some benchmark comparisons between the iPhone 15 and other popular flagships:
iPhone 15 vs. Samsung Galaxy S23 Ultra:
iPhone 15 has a higher Geekbench 5 Single-Core score, while the Galaxy S23 Ultra excels in Multi-Core.
The iPhone 15 has better GFXBench 5.0 scores, indicating better graphics performance.
iPhone 15 vs. Google Pixel 7 Pro:
The iPhone 15 has a significant lead in both Geekbench 5 and GFXBench 5.0 scores.
Overall:
The iPhone 15 benchmarks reveal a top-tier performance smartphone, exceeding its predecessor and offering competitive performance against other flagship devices. Whether you prioritize CPU, GPU, or overall performance, the iPhone 15 benchmarks demonstrate its capability to handle demanding tasks and deliver a smooth user experience.
[editorial-rating id="10471"]
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