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monarchberrysblog · 1 month

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𝔩𝔢𝔱’𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭

18+ Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader

Summary: After arguing with Miguel over a touchy subject, you both come to a consensus.

Content Warning ⚠️: Soft! Dom! Miguel, Dacryphilia?, Praise (from Miguel), little nicknames (Mainly cariño and neña), and a little bit of Miguel being a complete munch. (if you don't know what that means, you're too young to read my content.) The reader is a pillow princess, overstimulation (nothing new), and unprotective P in V. (wrap it before you tap it). Miguel talks the reader through it, and Miguel cries. (I wish I were playing) (NOT PROOFREAD) (OOC MIGUEL)

Word Count: 3.1k+ words (holy shit…)

Author's Notes: Well, this occurred to me while soaking my hair in rice water 😭 But in all seriousness, here’s something sweet but smutty 😗😋 Hope you all enjoy it. If there are some plot holds, I'm sorry. I've been busy recently.

To my girlies who have a praise kink, your secret is safe with Miguel. 💌

It had been two weeks since you spoke to Miguel, let alone share a bed.

Miguel regretted that he yelled at you or how he compared you to Dana, his former lover. The truth was, you were far better than Dana. You were kind, patient, and understanding of his responsibilities as Spider-Man. He didn't know what came to him when he compared you, a literal angel, to one of the worst partners he'd dated beforehand.

You remained a pillar of support and unwavering patience throughout his double life. Despite the countless tasks, you never once complained. You were there to tend to his wounds at the odd night hours, offering comfort and care. During the frigid winter months in Nueva York, you never failed to have a warm and nourishing soup ready to soothe his ailing body. But now, asking him to come home soon was too much?

"Dana would never complain about me coming home late!"

"Well, I'm sorry that I'm not her!"

The same argument returned for the last few days until one instance ended it. It was the same argument managed, but he managed to end it—not as you expected.

"I should have never dated you! You are so demanding. Dana would never be like this." The second he finished, he covered his mouth with his hands quickly and backed away from you. He wanted to take back his words, but you didn't give him that advantage. Your silence felt suffocating to hear and to be around. But the sight of your lips quivering and your eyes at the brink of spilling tears. The urge to run to you and to beg for forgiveness rushed through his veins.

Before even having the opportunity, you are running away from him into your shared bedroom, like a small rabbit running away from its predator to seek shelter in a small hole in the ground.

As soon as Miguel laid eyes on the scene before him, his stomach turned, and he felt like he would be sick. It wasn't just that he had acted up—the complete lack of remorse he felt at that moment truly frightened him. Meanwhile, seeing you trying to hold back tears made the situation unbearable. But when he heard you weeping in your bedroom, the guilt he felt just got magnified.

The sound of thunder boomed throughout the apartment complex. Usually, this made you want to grab a soft blanket and snuggle in Miguel's arms. However, the events that led to this said otherwise. He was out in Nueva York while you were bedridden. The sensation of your pillow against your cheek buried away the melancholy and the tears that your poor pillow always caught whenever you got upset.

The now old Victorian complex now creaks and settles down every other occasion. The sound of a muffled evangelical leader seeped through the thin walls, despite the number of complaints Miguel had told the older man to turn it down. But now? The preaching from the frustrated man drowns out your sorrows as thunder continues to rumble throughout the complex.

The window sliding open greets you, snapping you out of the evangelical preacher's words. Veering over your shoulder, you see your boyfriend, Miguel, crawling back into the apartment, closing the old window, preventing the downpour from creeping in and soaking the red oak floors. The sight of him changing into his sweats and undershirt was enough to make you blush, but you ignored your instincts. The simple 'hey' he greets you made you toss and turn on the bed, ignoring him.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the words "Cariño, por favor" uttered from behind you. Your mind was racing, and you wondered whether to turn around and face him. The temptation to forgive and forget lingered in your heart for a week, but what he had said had left an unforgettable mark. The hurt and pain were too much to ignore, and you knew deep down that it was time to move on—even though you were too adamant for your good.

A small sigh of defeat fills the mere pregnant pause in the air as the bed creaks under the added weight on the bed before settling down. The blankets bunched around your chest and near your chin comforted you despite the smell of it being your favorite fabric softener combined with his scent. "C'mere…" He groans, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into a spooning position. A loud whine from you wasn't the response he was expecting. He expected a giggle when he did so, but an adverse reaction said otherwise.

"Please don't be upset, cariño. I didn't mean what I said about, well—" Miguel suddenly stops. There is no other way around it. He messed up big time, and can see the hurt in your eyes.

You weren't Dana, something that Miguel always took for granted—the memory of having to deal with someone so parasitic, like a brain-eating amoeba, was emotionally draining. Even thinking about it is enough to make anyone tired. The emotional unavailability was the thing that got to him when it came to her, knowing that she wasn't waiting for him and cared about herself instead. The artificial bullshit was the only thing she desired, such as the dates and the gifts, not the emotional side of things, such as aftercare.

"What I said, it was true. You're not like Dana," A pause filled the space as you waited for him to continue. "You're not her, and it's something I adore." The simple kiss to your temple made you liquefy in his arms, but you remained silent, giving the silent treatment. "And I'm sorry about what I said; it was something I said in the heat of the moment." A nuzzle to the pillow was the only response he received, along with the low rumble of thunder.

As his lips touched your temple, a wave of gentle affection washed over you. The kisses continued to rain down softly, dotting your forehead, cheeks, and finally, your lips, like a fluttering of delicate butterfly wings. A tiny grumble left from you, not wanting to cave into his little kisses and advances that you ever so adored dearly.

The harassment of sweet kisses ended after ten minutes, and you turned your body to face Miguel. "…hey."

"Hey, cariño…" He hums, sneaking a kiss to your lips, which you allow. "…hey." You repeated, not knowing what else to say. "Hi." Miguel chuckled from the back of his throat and planted another kiss on the forehead. You stayed silent for the longest time until you looked up at him from where you rested your head on his chest. "I'm sorry too—" Miguel covered your mouth with his hand, nearly covering your entire face. "No, don't apologize. This argument was all my fault." He pulled his hand away from your lips, and a subtle sigh left.

"I shouldn't have exploded over one little thing. You rarely ask for me to come home a little sooner." His fingers combed through your hair, occasionally fixing some knots. "It shows that you care; you want me to be at home, safe and warm…" The pitter-patter of rain continued to play a steady tempo like a metronome at an adagio, not too fast, yet a bit slow. "I'm sorry for giving a poor excuse for blowing my anger at you. It was… stupid." He breathes out. "I had no reason."

You hummed and nuzzled closer to him. "I forgive you…" You mumbled, soon curling up to him for his warmth. "I should have known that asking for you to come home sooner is a bit too much—" You were cut off once again with a kiss on your lips, muffling your words. After you stopped and returned the kiss, Miguel pulled away after a moment and ruffled your hair.

"No, cariño. None of this is your fault. The blame is all on me." He rubbed the back of your head with his hand, lightly massaging the nape of your neck with his thumb. A small chuckle escaped from him. Seeing your messy hair makes him smile at the sight you gave him. Usually, you would throw a fit about how you looked, especially when the two of you went out. But now, you seemed loosened up and mellow.

He embraced you tightly, nuzzling into your neck as soon as you returned it. "I missed you so much… I don't like being mad at you," you muttered, slowly rubbing your fingertips against the nape of his neck. Then you started playing with his hair. A small smile formed on your lips as you felt his soft waves against the pads of your fingers. "Even with your suit, your hair is always soft. It never fails to surprise me."

Miguel only gave you a chuckle before pulling you to rest on his body and planting a long kiss on your lips, which you happily reciprocated. The soft, supple kisses soon evolved into something hungry and messy. The soft caress around your waist soon became handsy and coping with a feeling of being on one another. "I missed you, nena…" He mumbles in between kisses.

His kisses moved from your lips, leaving a small trail from your neck to your collarbone and, finally, on your plush lower stomach. “Nena… let me, please…” With a rush, you nodded, rubbing your thighs together slowly. "Here, let's help you out…" Usually, the man would rip your underwear off, but this time, he held back. He patted your hips lovingly, gesturing for you to raise your hips. "Raise your hips for me." You obeyed immediately, soon squirming out of your underwear and helping Miguel.

His arms hooked around your thighs, dragging your upper half down onto the mattress and having your pussy close to Miguel's lips. "Look at that, that kiss got you all wet…" Before complaining that you could feel his breath against your sensitive clit, Miguel indulged himself, devouring you slowly and slurping any remnants of your arousal. "My god, you taste so good…" He shuddered in between your folds and soon probed his tongue at your entrance. The light flicks from the wet, active muscles tease you enough for you to grasp onto the duvet underneath you and moan deep from your throat. "Oh fuck, fuck me with it…"

Hum is the only response you accumulate as you feel the wet tongue slowly tease your fluttering hole and soon feel Miguel lightly push his tongue at your fluttering hole. A small, needy moan filled the space while the wet muscle made you arch your back against the mattress. "Fuck, I want it inside…" You urgently whine.

"What do you want, cariño? Use your words, m'kay?" He muttered, slowly pulling away from your pussy and taking the time to savor you.

"I want it…"

"You want what? Please tell me what you want." He cooed to you and rubbed his thumbs against your thighs. The light breathing against your clit and entrance didn't help your case. Your high was making it nearly impossible to get on top of him and to take regime.

"I want your cock… please."

After a few moments of your demands and feeling his soft breathing against your pussy, he slowly slid you back down onto the bed, laying you down on the bed gently. "C'mere…" Miguel whispers sweetly before he gently holds you close and slowly rubs his aching length against your folds. The sensation of the fabric of his sweats rubbing against your bare skin was enough for you to moan at the feeling. "Wait, this feels…" He paused and looked down at you. "Are we okay? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You could hear the sheer panic in his voice, but you only nodded, giving him the green light.

Reaching down, your hands worked quickly, and you pulled on his sweats and boxers. A low groan emits from Miguel, feeling his dick get freed from the restrictive clothing. "You wanna hump on my cock like a good girl?" He mumbles out heavily, slowly lowering himself and allowing his length to rub in between your folds slowly. "Oh god, slowly. Slowly, cariño…" He urgently breathes out, slowly letting his bulbous tip rub against your clit. The burning yet slippery sensation slowly builds up. The slow, sensual rubs are enough for more arousal to build up, making it feel like a slippery slide thanks to your arousal and Miguel's precum. "Mierda…"

"Do you want me to fuck you, and do you want my babies?"

You nodded immediately, squirming in underneath him on the mattress.

"C'mon, grab it and slide it in. You know how to do it."

It had been weeks since you'd had sex with Miguel, especially since the argument about Dana; it almost had been a month without any intimate contact. You slowly reached for his cock and lightly tapped his tip against your entrance, a little nervous about how it would be a tight fit. "Miguel?" You slowly whined, still holding onto his aching cock. "Do you need any help?" He hums, slowly getting himself comfortable. "It's been a while…"

He nods before he grabs his cock and helps you slowly push himself in. "Shit!" He suddenly hisses out, barely letting his tip inside of you while you claw at his arms and groan. "You are tight…" You looked down and saw that your poor partner barely kept it together. "Give me a moment, nena…" He murmurs out quietly, slowly thrusting his tip at your entrance.

"Just the tip?" You sweetly suggested, looking down again, seeing how desperately he wanted his length to disappear by simply slowly pumping into you. "Maybe… Just the tip…" Miguel nods, slowly letting his tip probe at your entrance.

The sounds of labored breathing and moans filled the apartment, drowning out the evangelical preacher from next door, along with the angry bangs from the other neighbors. "I want you…" You breathed out, slowly feeling him sink in his length until his happy trail brushed against your clit. "Then you can have me. I'm yours to do as you please." His voice was like warm molasses, a sweet honey running down with sweet venom.

Another shout from the older man next door causes Miguel to roll his eyes as he slowly thrusts into you, allowing his mushroom tip to brush against your cervix. "Shut up!" Miguel yelled out to the angry neighbor and returned his focus to you. "Can we go a little faster?" You meekly suggested while slowly moving on his length. "Ay, cariño…"

The sensation of his length twitching inside of you is enough to have the man nearly cave in and thrust into your fluttering walls to end the slow overstimulation on his tip. "Easy, easy…" He breathed out weakly, slowly grasping onto your hips. His talons digging into your flesh felt like tiny needles lightly prickling at your thumb while sewing. "You're a little tight, and it's been a hot minute." His breathy groan filled the space immediately, slowly moving in and out of your fluttering hole. Not listening to his demands, you began to move your hips down and slid with ease, allowing your arousal to cream on his length. "Let's piss the neighbor off."

It was a sick, twisted fantasy to anger your neighbors, especially with the fact that y'all had thin walls in the time-old apartment that could drive anyone crazy. Mainly because the older neighbors around y'all are rowdy and complain about every little noise you or Miguel produced, most the sound of a blender or even if some music played a little too loud to their liking. But to you and him, it was time to get back at them and be as noisy as possible.

His pace was languid yet deep, taking his time while letting out low, rough grunts. “You're doing well, cariño.” You respond weakly by letting out a mewl and only let your fluttering wall convey the message more. “I'm trying…” You whined, bringing him to your embrace. “Can you go a little faster?” You plead, feeling the slow, delicious burn from his girth. “You sure? I don't want to hurt you.” He nuzzled close to your neck, leaving tiny kisses.

“I can handle it.” You pant, slowly sink yourself into him, pushing yourself down on him. The veins running down his length brushed against your clit deliciously, with a loud mewl filling in the apartment. “Please, please, please.” You plead out loud. “I'm on birth control, please.”

“I want you to—” One quick thrust ended your words. A sudden scream of pleasure filled the space, feeling Miguel’s merciless tempo. “Oh fuck! Yes! Keep it at that!” You demanded while being underneath him. “Baby, I'm a little—”

The wanton moans filled the space while the banging of the neighbor on your apartment walls made this nothing but filthy. “Shut up!” Your hoarse demands filled the space while you banged your fist against the wall. His unrelenting tempo continued, feeling that burn you ever so missed desperately.

The wet, squelching noise made the scene more lewd for Miguel, along with your shared bed creaking underneath the two of you, barely holding on with whatever strength it could conjure up. You are underneath him while he can feel your arousal coat his length along with his precum. The pace felt nothing but filthy and desperate. The feeling of tiny water droplets landed on your cheeks, causing you to wipe them off before you look up and see your partner, your usual aloof, stoic partner, shedding tears before you. The rough pace continued as you clawed at his back, leaving faint, red marks before you felt your rippling finish come to you and embraced Miguel tightly. “Please, I'm close…”

With one single thrust, you felt him twitch inside you before putting his heavy load in you.

“You okay?” You peeped out to him while feeling him slowly slide out and wiping away his tears. “Yes, I'm fine. Just overstimulated myself a little.” Slowly, he pulls out, earning a tiny groan from you and immediately pulls you into a warm embrace. “I didn't hurt you, did I?” You shook your head no, taking in shallow breaths. “No, I'm okay. Just a little sore.” You mumble quietly. Little sore was an understatement…

“C’mere…” He pants out, pulls you into a warm embrace, and plants soft, lazy kisses on your temple and cheeks. “You did so good…” The lazy, slow presses of his body against you felt like a weighted blanket, along with his chest heaving against yours. His hands roamed your body, allowing his fingers to trace light patterns and memorize you. “What do you want for dinner, cariño? Do you want me to prepare you something or do you want that one pizza you like on Main Street?” He murmurs from your shoulder, not wanting to get off of you. An incomprehensive mumble is the only thing that responds to him.

“Pizza it is, then.”

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 7 months

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Some Dad!Cod Character Scenario and Appreciation Post

Characters In Mind: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Alex Keller, König, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

The original creator of the picture, they also have so many works that are used in so many fanfics as well so please credit her. I found her account here on Tumblr (@ave661) and here is the post.

AFAB!Reader and used pronouns are "you"

Apologies if this is a bit too short but;

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

A/n: I've had a good but also bad week (good thanks to @puff0o0 and other extremely sweet mutuals), it's neutral, I'm not here to rant of any sort but my personal life has not been good. I understand that not everyone will like me but it feels as though everyone hates me, most of those people happen to be at school. Sure I'm not really going to do anything about it because I prefer avoiding conflict but those same people are trying to flip the story around as if I'm the one who hates them when in reality I don't and by being mean to me they're giving me a reason to dislike them. Sure I'm average academically, sometimes I have difficulty pulling my weight in group works and I'm not outstanding in reportings but we all have our difficulties. I just don't understand people who love to hate on others because they have nothing better to do.

This is a word of advice to everyone, don't let others let you feel insignificant, you aren't and you have many talents that make you different from them. (I don't really practice what I preach because I love self-deprication, however I don't want people to feel the way I do because I know what it can cause)

Disclaimers/warnings: OOC??, Pregnancy, Implied birth, Children (Pretty sure that was obvious from the title), People who don't want/hate children be warned.

Short note: This is also a dedication to all the Mistki and Hozier fans out there <3

He was so used to the smell of hospitals, the smell of medication, it always indicated death for him but this was a whole new feeling. It was the opposite of what he has seen most of his life

So much so that he refused to hold them, afraid of potentially hurting the fragile little one. He looked at you as if you were crazy when you tried to hand him the baby, "Come on now love, you can't just avoid holding them forever" you said to him as of it was a life or death situation.

Hesitantly letting you guide him through the proper way to hold them, he felt his breath hitch at the sound of cooing. The first time the baby opened it's eyes, the first thing they saw being their dad.

The moment he looked at the baby sealed it, he was going to protect them their whole life, he would go as far as feeling all the guilt of having blood on their hands again if it meant your baby would be protected and cared for.

The baby was so small that it's little head was practically the size of his palm, he didn't know initially what to do when the baby cried and shocked himself when he managed to make them stop.

Once the baby was old enough to crawl, he'd let the baby crawl all over him. The little one babbling non-sense while he just chuckled and replied as if he understood what the baby was saying. Gods be damned if he misses an important milestone such as their first word or their first time walking.

You'd often wake up to seeing him shirtless snoozing on the couch, the tv playing only ads for home appliances late at night while the baby only in a diaper having skin to skin contact with their dad, his huge hand big enough to support the little one from falling.

He almost cried the first time your baby reached for his face an touched it, resting it's tiny little fingers on his cheek, giving him a gummy smile. His little one unaware that they just healed something they never broke.

He NEVER wants to ever see your little one grow up, though sure it makes more memories with them, sometimes they just wish time stops for a second so they can enjoy the moment longer.

Initially was terrified that he'd pass his trauma down but he realized that wouldn't be possible and he will NOT ever let them go through what he did.

Eventually chose to resign from his work because the risk was far too much, what if he died? He'd leave you and your child to grieve over him? He won't be there for them growing up and he'd miss everything.

Sure he's worked most his life to get where he is now but nothing is ever worth more than spending a lifetime with you and your child together. He's been lonely almost all his life until he met you.

You are his family, his everything. He promised that whatever happens, he'll crawl home to you...

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cheriiyaya · 2 months

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Darling can I be your favorite?

YAN!Nikolai, dazai, and Fyodor x Fem!reader

You're the girl of their dreams, so why would they let you slip away so easily?

Contents: UNDER 15 DNI !!, obsessive behavious, yandere DC, manipulation, isolation, physical abuse+blood in nikolai's part from the yanderes pov, I do not condone any of the behaviours shown in this fic; these are not examples of healthy relationships or behaviours.

A/N: ...well this is my first yan fic and my first time writing for nikolai so his part is kinda short and maaybe ooc...hope it's good tho !!

Dazai swears it wasn't supposed to be like this.

Your relationship with dazai started out pretty normal,

if normal was a thing with dazai osamu. but he always tried his best to be the best lover you could have, spoiling you in affection and sweet words. You trusted him, and for the most part he allowed his heart to open and let you inside.

But the heart of the former demon prodigy was like a Venus fly trap, luring you inside with sweetness before it cages you in and devours you whole.

Sweet words twisted into cruel lies and his gentle affection turned into manipulative games. And like the fool you were you fell neatly like puzzle pieces into them.

It wasn't his fault, dazai told himself whenever you'd cry or become frustrated.

Whenever you cried he'd grasp you in his arms, cooing softly and telling you in the nicest way to shut up. That this was what was best for you.

How could he let you out where he couldn't see you? What if you got hurt? What if you left him and stabbed him in the back? You were his everything, a precious thing. Don't people lock their precious metals away from prying eyes, so they can never be stolen?

Everything he did was for you, why couldn't you see that? You were naive, so naive and so trusting.

You couldn't even deny it, seeing how you'd run back to him every single time he promised it'd all stop and it'd go back to normal.

"hush, c'mon now bella', don't look at me like that...I'm doing this all for you, I promise it'll get better from here, okay...? Don't worry that pretty head of yours about anything anymore."

Fyodor's relationship with you has always been a little...off but you never thought too much of it.

Sure, sometimes he's overly protective, or he always needs to know where you are, but he's always considered your emotions.

Or you told yourself that.

First it was limiting who you could go out with without him following close behind. Then it was no contact with other men he deemed "dangerous" to you, and they'd mysteriously go missing soon after your interactions with them. Then it was no leaving the house without him, among other controlling rules he imposed.

Even throughout this, fyodor never stopped to assure you that it was all your fault. It wasn't his fault he was such a a possessive man.

You were such a pretty thing, and pretty things draw ugly eyes that wish to snatch them away. It wasn't his fault you were so alluring, what was he supposed to do?

If only you'd never caught his eye.

You didn't need anyone else, fyodor would tell you. Wasn't he enough? He gave you everything you wanted and you'd still thrash around and scream at him like a ungrateful child.

If you ever tried to leave him, fyodor wouldn't be concerned. Afterall, he knows where you are at all times (those cameras around yokohama have another use other than tracking his enemies, you see)

In a few hours time, you'd be back in his loving arms as he told you how much of an idiot you were for not trusting him.

"See, dear? It's useless to try and leave me. This is what's best for you, and you do know that, don't you?...Come here, stop crying angel, this is your fault after all."

Nikolai was quite upfront with his love for you.

Which is why as soon as your guard was down he snatched you away from the worlds keen, prying eyes. Locked away like a bird in a cage, what hypocritical actions from a man that preached freedom.

This was freedom for him, however. of course this was wrong! But knowing this and dissociating himself with what was widely considered a moral "evil" is the best way to prove ones freedom, no?

You felt suffocated-not only was the snowy-haired man always around you, stuck to the hip, but his affection was certainly unusual.

Huh? Someone made you uncomfortable? Don't worry, their severed tongue will be delivered right to your doorstep!

How you wish it was Nikolai's head instead.

Nikolai doesn't like to, but hes not against hurting you for his selfish purposes.

In fact, there was something so pretty about you when you were looking up at him with big, glossy eyes and your skin stained with welts and bruises-maybe even a spattering of scarlet blood. You're so tempting like that, how could he not smother you in his love, however twisted it may be?

You were his, and his only after all. Why are you resisting?

"Eh? Dove, why're you crying? Ohhh, c'mon now baby, you gotta listen to me now and this'll all go smoothly, you'll see!"

©Cheriiyaya 2024

Tagging: @aureatchi @little-miss-chaoss @hanging-wisteria @atzuhi @lovesick-fairy @adoredazai @ravencincaide @dazaikinniess @nyx-prodigy @himikoslove @teddirika @hyacinth-venom @kaitoluver @dydrem

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imutrt · 1 month

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Vision | Atreides

Summary: Paul asked her " When you look at me, who do you see?"

Pairing: Paul Atreides x fem!oc ( x reader tagged too, scroll if you don't like it)

Warning: hes a sad boi and i dont know anything about the dune universe. ooc. Spoilers! Kind of nsfw ( no details) A sucky ending bc i went off track.

Note: I just saw dune pt 2 yesterday and I already forgot what it's about😅 Lady Jessica will ALWAYS be in my mind tho. She's so beautiful.

In the night, he was growling.

Aethal shifted in the little space she has. They're close together, the heat of Paul's body brushed against her face. Too hot?

She shrugged out of the sleeping pod and placed a hand closer to his neck. Too hot.

" Paul." Aethal let out a low call as he twitch. " Hey."

He does not stop speaking.

The lady held her breath then, gazing at the angry frown on Paul's face, attempting to hear his voice over her own growing heartbeat.

" Kwisatz Haderach." She heard him mumble. " Muad'dib, Atreides.."

" Paul." Aethal was louder, shaking his shoulder. " Wake up."

The silence of the desert returned to the tent in an instant. She heard no breath, no gasp, only the sound of drum inside her chest. His eyes were open, she saw, but he does not blink.

Aethal searched for her water tube in the stillsuit, staring at him still. The liquid didn't reach her mouth yet when Paul lunged for her like the dogs she owned.

They landed in her sleeping pod, his face deep in her neck. In the moment of shock, Aethal felt a trickle of coolness run down the side of her jaw. Water, she realized, and scrambled to close her tube. Something hot licked away the droplets and she froze.

" Don't waste water." Paul whispered, pressing his feverish face against hers. " I want more."

" So you do." She touched his forehead, then kissed him. " You're burning up."

" It's alright. " He panted as they broke apart, " Happens sometimes."

" You can't just have a fever and call it normal, Paul."

" It will go away." He huffed, " It will go away and I'll be fine. Don't worry." He raised his head from her neck and pecked her face. " Aethal, I want water."

" You've got it on you." The lady held his jaw in one hand, and fished out his stillsuit's tube with the other. " Drink it yourself, Paul Atreides. What is it that you're trying to do?"

The boy caught the tube after a long, wordless stare at Aethal, then dropped his head limply onto her chest. " I had a nightmare, Lady Hughoc. In it, my body was split into an equal amount to the names I have." He looked up, eyes heavy and red, shining like sapphire in the glitters of moonlight that the tent allowed through.

" Paul Atreides." He grabbed her hand and guided it to the center of his brows, " Lisan al Gaib." his lips," Kwisatz Haderach." his chest, " Duke of Arrakis." his abdomen, then lower. " Muad'Dib."

" Which part would you claim, Aethal?" Paul whispered, " When you look at me, who do you see?"

Aethal's eyes, just as blue, grew dark as she retracted her hand. Paul's breath quickened when she shrugged him off to her side and kissed him again.

" Why not all of you?" She asked against his lips, " Every part."

" But I'd loose you."

" So you will, then."

" No." He perked, " no."

" Paul." Aethal slid a hand into his hair and pulled him closer. " Who are you today?"

He thought of the celebration today. The large stilltent, all the Fremen inside. Them patting him on his shoulder, congratulating him and others in their shared win against the Harkonnens. Stilgard, preaching the prophecy of Lisan al Gaib, then giving him his name.

" Muad'Dib."

" Muad'Dib, then." her hand touched where he had left her. " I didn't know you in the past, and I won't know you tomorrow until tomorrow comes. If you truly become their Lisan al Gaib tomorrow, I'll still love you. But, if you turn into a sandworm? I'll reconsider."

#dune #dune x reader #dune fanfiction #dune part 2 #dune movie #paul atreides #paul atredies x reader #timothée chalamet #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides imagine #dune spoilers #simpitywrites #paul atreides x fem!reader

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yanderes-galore · 2 months

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General hc for John Marston thanknyou

Here's my general idea on his behavior, I apologize if things are OOC... I'm new to Red Dead Redemption (This is a general look combining RDR and RDR2 personalities). This evolved into you replacing Abigail in an AU and being romantic instead of romantic/platonic... oops?

Yandere! John Marston Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Violence, Murder, Apathy, Stalking, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Overprotective behavior, Forced/Dubious marriage mention, Blood, Forced relationship.

I actually feel John may be worse than Arthur at times.

He feels more... apathetic and morally grey than Arthur in his wiki?

He was raised by Dutch to steal, rob, and kill due to being an orphan.

The typical life of an outlaw in the Wild West.

He was actually heavily manipulated in the gang.

He even tried his best to put his past behind him, no longer wanting to be part of a life of crime.

Yet he was eventually dragged back into it.

This concept isn't going to have much of a plot, it's mostly me bouncing around ideas.

John is described as serious, apathetic, slightly impatient, and cynical man...

However, John is also polite and loyal to his family.

As a result I feel John would be very dedicated to his obsession.

A personal idea I have is an AU where John has a family with you instead of Abigail.

He knows his past and hates talking about it... but wants to do whatever he can to provide for/make you happy.

Maybe like Abigail he meets you in the gang and his obsession starts there.

He is a man who is sometimes apathetic to morals and isn't afraid to show violence or pull a gun on another man.

But he never hurts or insults you.

John is loyal and respectable to you.

He is protective of you due to what he's seen.

Since he was 11 he's shot men down for the gang.

He doesn't want to have you live in the gang and eventually tries to marry you and move you to a farm.

Despite him being a horrible man at times... he'd bleed for you.

He wants you to trust him enough to have your hand in marriage... to leave the gang before things get too hectic.

Towards you he's oddly soft when trying to coax you away... like weeks before he wasn't shooting people down for looking at you wrong.

His kisses with you are bittersweet and his hold feels strange.

He seems like he's trying to change, to be a better man for you.

Yet you can tell deep down he's still rugged, still a man who has killed for you and wants to keep you for himself.

You can't tell if he's lying to you... or is genuine.

Before you can figure out the difference he's proposing to you, he's marrying you, he's dragging you off to the farm he made for you.

You think you're flattered.

Yet when you look at John you worry.

He wants to change... you can tell.

But can he ever change that possessive glint in his eyes?

Can he ever truly wash the blood off his hands?

He says he's better.

But when he comes home you smell gunpowder and blood....

He preaches about how he can't wait to have a family with you.

He refuses to let you talk about the gang.

It's just him... all you have is him now.

He only allows him to be near you.

No friends... no other men...

Just him... your beloved husband... who would do anything for you.

Just don't look too far behind the scenes... if you ignore it... you can pretend he's truly a changed man...

If you just focus on him... you can ignore all the murder he does for you... you can even see the tight grip he has as comforting.

#yandere red dead redemption #yandere rdr #yandere rdr2 #yandere red dead redemption 2 #yandere john marston

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serpentinegraphite · 1 day

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So, first off, this is not an attempt to kink shame (dubcon and noncon are great!) but I do keep seeing a thing in fics (I do NOT see this irl in kink spaces nearly as often) where like. A character will interrupt the flow of the scene to check consent

And I don't mean in an "are we still green?" Or "what's your color?" kind of way, but I mean. The author has tagged the fic and indicated via prose and/or author notes that they are doing their Due Diligence to make sure this fic is Righteously Consensual from top to bottom, No Question About It

And a character will ask for full sexual consent either directly or indirectly or renegotiate the boundaries of the kinks being practiced AFTER the sex acts have already begun.

Here's the thing: horny brain isn't great at making decisions! irl in kink spaces, there's often a lot of emphasis on negotiating BEFORE the scene begins, perhaps even with a space between negotiation and the scene if it's with a new/unfamiliar partner (maybe it's a few minutes while things are set up, maybe the partners negotiate a day or more in advance! It depends!), and not changing the parameters of the scene after someone is already horny or god forbid already in subspace.

Again, these are perfectly fine rules to break in fiction, when the author is aware of it (most characters are not going to be fully familiar with safe, sane, consensual practices and the traffic light system, nor would we want them to be!) but I'm increasingly finding fics where the author DOESN'T seem aware, which takes a normal fic (in-character, with reasonable but perhaps even somewhat dubious practices, which the author isn't emphasizing or preaching about) into Red Flag Territory (a character, OOC, yanking me out of the scene to behave like a PSA about consent instead of conforming to the horny tone of the scene, and perpetuating unsafe practices anyway)

If you are writing a master manipulator or someone who wants to have a gotcha, you totally said it was okay on a character they are trying to bone (which is well in the realm of non/dubcon) that's fine! This PSA is not aimed at you. But if you are trying to write someone who Cares Strongly About Consent, then perhaps be more aware of when is an appropriate time to escalate the situation (sexually speaking) or ask for consent!

#like you don't see this shit in the sex pollen tag!#those folks know exactly what they're doing and they're having a great time #and i don't want to call anyone out specifically because like. this is a multi fandom issue #and i see it mostly in fiction space #written by people who are probably not active in their local kink community #but i did just see a really egregious and specific example which triggered this rant I've been sitting on for a WHILE #like. people who are writing heat fics also typically know! if the sub is gagging for any phallus it's not the time to ask for consent!#they're well past that point!!!#it's the fics in between that think they're doing uwu soft romance with a bit of spice #that don't know how to warn for shit and make me very concerned for their safe sex practices in the future #this is 10000% more egregious if you DO write a character who is keenly aware of SSC practices #if your character goes to kink dungeons or has opinions about the traffic light system #they probably should know not to fuck with renegotiating mid scene #this has been a psa

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youlackconviction · 4 months

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The second season of the Loki show was just as terrible as the first season. (Spoilers ahead)

Loki says he attacked New York because he was angry and having a bad day. Which is so wrong and insulting to his character. Maybe he was joking, but instead of that, couldn't they just address the fact that he was under the influence of the mind-stone? Or the fact that he was tortured by Thanos? They don't even talk about his Jotun heritage. I hated it so much.

Also, it is never explained how Loki gets the time-slipping powers. Apparently, Sylvie kicking him through the door at the end of time in previous season gives him that power here. But that's just a fan-theory. It's never explained in show how he got those new powers. And Sylvie or Ravonna don't get those powers despite going from end of time to other places too. It's a plot-hole ridden mess. (Also instead of giving Loki completely ooc powers, couldn't they just focus more on his powers which were already shown in the movies? Or powers which he has in the comics?)

And okay, I am glad that Loki is saving everyone. He has always been heroic, so it's not a surprise that he sacrificed his freedom to spend an eternity in loneliness just to protect the timelines. But what I do have a problem with is, that his primary motivation for saving the timelines comes from wanting to protect TVA. He only cares about his 'friends' over there. He comes across as a fascist in the show and that's disgusting and ooc. I would have preferred if his motivation was to save everyone in the prime timeline, especially Thor. But that's not the case here.

Also, why does he need preachings from Sylvie and Mobius about what he should be doing? He should have come to his own conclusion about wanting to protect the timelines and freewill. Why did he need to talk with Mobius and Sylvie to realise that? It's as if he literally did not care about freewill and only changed his mind when Sylvie talked him out of it.

And he needed centuries of time to understand how time worked and how the machine made by O.B. worked. Loki is a genius in the comics. He shouldn't need so much time to understand something. The show keeps trying to make him dumb.

His friendship with B-15 was non-existent since they almost never talked. They needed more interactions. Ravonna and Miss Minutes were written so terribly, and their plotline was just ignored in the end. And don't even get me started on that Brad guy. What was even the point of his character?? And Loki torturing him (despite having gone through torture himself) was horrible and ooc to watch.

Also, TVA people kill thousands of timelines and an uncountable number of people. Yet they get redemption. But poor Loki gets villainized.

Sorry for the rant. I hate that show so much. The only good thing they did was toning down the Sylki romance, then again there wasn't any romance there to begin with lol, since she always just hated him. And Loki's friendship with Mobius was downright disgusting. I hated all of it.

i've not managed to bring myself to watch that shitshow yet. i still plan to but not with any hope of enjoyment.

thought others might appreciate your summary - thank you for providing it! you are doing valuable work, probably saving others from the torture.

#anti loki series #loki deserves better #in defense of loki #2011-2013 loki supremacy

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heyybaejjk · 28 days

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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI - CHAPTER 9 !

pairings; OOC teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; just manaia being upset every single fucking second of this chapter

warnings/notes; baby manaia crying 😞 childhood trauma/ptsd, familial problems, M M MOMMY ISSUES

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Manaia was obedient, more than anything. She stayed loyal to her religious upbringing and went by anything and everything her church preached, a perfect example of what any Islander parent wanted. Obedient and complying.

She had been on her third day of fasting. Her church announced for everyone to comply that everyone would eat no meat for three weeks. Her pastor encouraged and informed everyone it was for cleansing, understanding and humbleness. David and Kiuga liked to call bullshit on that, nonetheless Manaia listened and obeyed like she always does. [I failed on my first day, s/o to harley berry for the kfc 😞]

The poor girl tried, but with David, Kiuga AND Sione by her side, she was bound to fail within the first few hours.

Sure, no meat, no fish, only fruit, vegetables, and meat. She can do that, it's not like she hadn't eaten for more than a week besides her church saying to. Her mum just liked to be tight on money, whatever money her mum had, it was hers. Not Manaia's. After all, it is Manaia's fault if she doesn't earn as much as she wants, her mum would say. She held most of the responsibility for paying bills, water, electricity, and the food she put in everyone's mouth besides her own.

Manaia couldn't study properly because of the corruption that clouded her mind. Too many assessments, exams, work, just everything. And there was no way she was going to study in a full classroom, so she asked her teacher if she could go down to the library and into a study room with her two friends.

She hums a quiet tune to herself and looks over to Sione, right before she pokes her best friend in the rib. He jumps at the ticklish feeling.

"Ow! What do you want, dick?" Sione glares at her, poking her back in the side.

She gives him a teasingly smile, "Do you still have that Nutella sandwich you saved? Can I have it?"

Sione pretends to think, his eyes going everywhere but at Manaia. "Hm... no, fuck you," he laughs and puts his whole hand on Manaia's face to push her away slightly.

To this, Manaia groans. Her hand on his wrist to push it away, "But we share everything," hugging his arm to persuade him further.

"Fine. Gimme your apple raspberry cordial and I'll give you my sandwich."

He pulls out a white bread cling-wrapped sandwich and hands it to Manaia mindlessly.

David who mindlessly did his work across the pair had taken out his earphones, "Ay? Cunt, you said I could have it before!"

"Yeah, but you didn't wanna give me your koko alaisa your mum made yesterday."

"You only wanted it 'cause my mum touched the container, you fucking weirdo."

Sione sighs, "You are the wrecker of a man's dreams."

"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! You told me it was Nutella!!" Manaia tries to say with a stuffed mouth, her mouth was full of chewed-on processed meat, lettuce, cheese and tomato. Her eyes seemed to turn glossy, her heart full of guilt at the accidental break of her fasting. Her breathing was irregular. She had disobeyed. She hadn't listened. She can never do anything right, can she?

"The fuck do you mean?!" Sione yells.

He takes the bread out of her hands. He gave her the wrong fucking one. Manaia had bit into it without even looking, overborne by the thought of hunger.

The yell of her male friend had shifted into multiple, distorted shouts.

"Why wouldn't you look at it before biting into it?!"

"Pack your shit and get the fuck out of my house!"

Something she always wanted to avoid when she was around her group of loud friends.

"Sione, grab that box of tissues and the bin so she can spit it out!"

"Don't you yell at me! You watch your mouth before I throw you and your stupid kids out!"

"Don't you touch my kids with your unfaithful hands! Get out! Get the fuck out!"

Her mind was running at a million miles a second but she couldn't pinpoint a single thought.

"Sione, what the fuck?!" David chimes in.

"SPIT IT OUT!" Sione yells.

Without thinking, Sione sticks his hand out just as Manaia spits every single content onto his palm. Spit and all.

"WHY'D YOU SPIT IT ON MY HAND?" Sione gags at the sight, his eyes avert from his hand as he sees drool falling onto the floor.

"I-I'm sorry.. I didn't know what to do!" her lip quivers, her breathing is shaky.

Manaia wipes her teary eyes before the boys would notice, too taken aback at the glob in Sione's hand.

"So you spit on it?" he glares back at the shorter girl.

"I'm sorry!" she cries a little louder. She hides her face in her palms as she takes in deep breaths.

Her stuttering breaths was something Sione had noticed in comparision to David who was frantic in finding a box of tissues. He inhales a sighs, "It's- I'm sorry, Manaia. Just give me a minute."

He walked over to a rubbish bin that stood near the study room door they were in. David rushed to him and wiped off the remains while pouring water he had onto the other boy's hand.

Sione glances over to Manaia who has a small pout on her face, her cheeks slighter tinted. "Is it okay if you get my phone back up in class? I left it on my desk," Sione lies through his teeth.

David nods and leaves the study room.

Sione is slow with making his way over to his best friend. "I'm sorry for yelling. I really am."

Manaia sniffles. Snot running down her nose. Sione laughs but stops when Manaia glares at him.

"You're such an egg, Naia," he places an arm around her shoulder, his free hand going under his shirt to pull it up, bringing it up to Manaia's face.

"Ew," Manaia whispers.

"Just do it, David finished the tissues."

Manaia sniffles once more before wiping her face all over his white shirt.

Manaia was far too flustered to ever bring up that embarrassing moment down at the library from yesterday. She had made Sione swear to it. She was too engrossed by the loud music that blasted through her earphones and the disgusting thought of ever touching meat for the rest of the few weeks that were to come.

"Just promise you won't tell anyone I spewed on your hand?"

"Bro, promise, you've been saying this for the past 10 minutes."

"Hey."

Miguel stares down at Manaia mindlessly from across the table. He stood tall, dressed from head to toe in school uniform. Hands stuffed in his pockets, he avoids her doe eyes that stare up at him.

Manaia shakes her head, rushed out of thought. She takes out one of her earphones to further listen. "Hi, Miguel," Manaia smiles, looking around to see the class they were in was empty. Her blasting music must've distracted her enough to not notice everyone leave. "Are you okay?"

Miguel shifts his weight from one foot to another, he attempts to distract himself from looking at her too much, "I'm fine, thank you for asking, Manaia."

Manaia hums, now waiting for the boy that stood in front of him to continue, but he just stares mindlessly.

"Hm, it's alright," Manaia spoke, tucking a strand behind her ear after she begins to pack her equipment away. Miguel noticed fatigue had slowly grown on her throughout the days, only not as much weeks prior.

Without speaking, Miguel is quick to make his way around the table and sit on the chair beside her. "I just wanted to talk to you."

Manaia feels her heart swell at the closeness of his body next to hers. She missed talking to him, but she felt like Miguel had grown distant. Mainly towards her. She was going to endure every moment with him.

No, she wasn't going to try and scooch closer to Miguel and remember the smell of his warm, musky cologne that lingered around even when he wasn't present. And no, she wasn't going to switch the side of where her sei laid in her hair to show off more of her beauty to him. No, no, no, why would she do that?

"Mhm, you can talk to me about anything, Miguel," she says, her voice ever so smooth. Miguel wishes to listen to her talk through day and night.

"I heard from Sio..." his lips form a thin line, internally punching himself in the gut, "-the grapevine that you can't eat meat."

Manaia groans, her hands cover her face. She feels her cheeks heat up, "That idiot!"

"He only told me you can't eat meat, that's all he said, I promise," he says lowly to calm her down.

"He blurted out that something happened in the library and that you can't eat meat for a while, he didn't want to tell me anything else." And the truth Miguel speaks. Sione was dumb, but still loyal to his main companion.

Manaia looks away not fully convinced.

Miguel reaches into his black bag, pulling out a purple container.

"I packed Gabriel lunch but he didn't take it, so I wondered if you'd take it instead?" Miguel asks reassuringly, a white lie lingering on his tongue.

"Are you sure I'm allowed to have it?"

Miguel nods his head with a smile, "Very sure, Manaia."

They faced each other, Miguel's arm had propped onto the table, lengthy, veiny hand placed on the container. Manaia's workbook was long gone pushed to the side, her arm parallel to Miguel's. Their fingers itch to reach out to the other. In contrast to Miguel's cold hands, Manaia's warm hand slowly lifts, leaving a sweat mark on the table from her nervosity, and is on top of Miguel's.

Miguel smiles, and she shyly smiles back.

"I've missed talking to you, Miguel," Manaia bites back a giggle when she sees Miguel avert his gaze with a small grin on his face. He coughs back a shy laugh.

"I guess Gabriel just loves stealing you away from me. You keep letting him win."

Manaia's smile falters slightly, "I don't understand what you're getting at. I don't want to be talked to so I can be won over. I want you to talk to me because you want to talk to me."

"Yes, of course, Manaia, I want to talk with you and hangout. It's just, you know, you never really want to hangout with me."

"I do, I swear I do. I feel like you give me the cold shoulder when I'm around you. Do you not like me? Is there something I've done-" Manaia's eyebrows furrow, the warmth of her hand long gone from Miguel's.

"I can never not like you, Manaia. You're just around my brother a lot and-"

The stunned girl is confused, "What does he have to do with anything? I'm not together with him, or anything like that."

"You both are close and I don't want to ruin whatever you might have."

"Have you ever thought that maybe "whatever" Gabriel and I have might be something that I want with-"

Manaia's phone goes off, her screen faced right up as it glows.

*buzz buzz buzz*

gabri <33 is calling you !

gabri <33 has left you a message !

gabri <33: i got detention during halfway thru the break, i'll see you later in class beautiful girl

That idiot. That fucking idiot, Miguel thinks. Even when he wasn't here, he had to ruin things either way.

"What were you going to say?"

Manaia plays off his question and packs her things. What she could grab from the table was thrown into her bag.

"Nothing, it's stupid. I should've stuck by what you said weeks ago."

A girl can only dream of having a full 8 hours of sleep.

Manaia opened the door to her house slowly so as not to have it creak loud to wake up her younger brother. Her shift was terrible as always. Stupid customers, stupid teammates, stupid everything.

She's greeted with the sight of her mother looking in front of her, entranced by the large TV that was turned off. Bottles of the cheapest beer she could find were laid out everywhere. Dried-up tears ran through her cakey attempt at makeup, smudged mascara rubbed against her eyes. The armchair of the single chair her mother sat on had a spill on it.

Manaia puts her work bag down, and sighs. She walks over to her mother before sitting down in front of her on the ground, her legs criss cross.

Her hand lifts and hesitates to touch and comfort her mother, so she stops and leaves her hands at her legs.

"Mum?" Manaia calls out sweetly, "Are you okay?"

Manaia manages to not whince when her mother glares down at her.

"Siana, sorry," she gulps. "Siana, are you okay?"

Siana meets Manaias gaze. Her wrinkly hands tremble as she leans down, they're close to meeting Manaia's face. To this, Manaia sucks in a breath and hopes that what was to come was only for a short moment, just for a change unlike how they were before.

But her heartbeat softens when her mother's hands hold her cheeks in a way she's longed for. Siana's thumbs caress her cheeks, and her ragged breath fans over Manaia's face. Manaia leans into the warmth of her mother's touch, and then her mother speaks with a broken voice.

"Ese le aulelei o la'u kama." [my boy is so beautiful.]

Manaia sighs, "I'm a girl, Siana."

"You're not my Johnny?"

Manaia's lip quivers, and tears brim in her eyes. "No, I'm your daughter."

"Hm," Siana nods her head in disappointment. She tsks and lets go of her daughter's face.

Manaia itches to reach for her hands, yearns for the warmth, but she can only wish.

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #miguel and spidergirl reader #miguel o’hara fanfic #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #sau la'u tama aulelei #samoa #modern miguel #miguel spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099

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fatass-angel-adam · 1 month

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PSA:

Getting some new folks I think?? SO let's go over some stuff I gotta kinda re-add to the blog XD

I'm J!MMY and I run the blog and scribble the shit. I'm a 30+ mentally ill queer dude with scoliosis so like...I barely function obviously lmao. My pronouns are strictly he/him/his only (though they/them/theirs is acceptable if you were unaware and needed a default!) and I like alcohol and cats. Yes you can just call me Adam if it's easier lol

Speaking of alcohol I actually am an alcoholic of the sorts IRL and I WILL party frequently with alcohol, weed, and other substance abuses so probably don't follow if you have a problem with those things :U I'LL AT LEAST TRY TO TAG AND SHIT!! No I don't want help either so don't preach at me that is neither here nor there when it comes to running the blog

The blog is highly NSFW and kink friendly! There are obviously some "kinks" that are excluded for equally obvious reasons but overall most are welcome and I don't judge! Fav kinks to draw/RP include various BDSM, spanking, tickling, and stuffing/inflation/etc.

OBVIOUSLY MINORS DNI!! Neither mun nor muse!!!

We're only semi-serious here okay?? In fact we're pretty fuckin unhinged half the time so LET'S JUST GET THAT OUTTA THE WAY-

I post OOC too much a lot but you can shut me up with the "shut up j!mmy" tag. Also I post all sorts of crazy pics of myself and 95% of the time I'm not wearing a shirt so deal with it

You can send RPs OR asks and horny anons are ALWAYS welcome lmao

Ships I'm into are Adam/Lucifer (my main verse being with my IRL partner @dreamerlucifer but like it's open lol), Adam/Lute, Adam/Mammon, and Adam/Adam but I'm really down to ship with whoever as long as we have chemistry!

OC, doubles, and whatever else friendly! As long as you're cool and you and your muse are both of age then I'm down!

Me, Lucifer, and my little circle of Cool People hang out in our little HH/HB based (I use that very loosely btw lmao) Discord server so feel free to join in if you're 18+! Make sure to tell your age as soon as you join so we can process getting you in there though okay lol

UUUUUUHHHHHH...??? I dunno there's probably more I'll update whenever lmao

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birdantlers · 1 year

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You know, it wouldn't even occur to me that certain ships might even exist... if authors of fanart like yours (even before your dragonball phase) didn't insist on bringing that fact to my attention by screaming murder at anyone who might dare interpret their stuff in a certain way. And it's exactly that disclaimer that causes me to look closer at the art in question and realize that... oh wow, right, Gohan is really acting like a jealous lover here, huh? Assuming he must be the One Person (1/3)

My condolences about your daddy issues or whatever, but you're the one that's reading weirdly deep into this, dude. I genuinely don't know what kind of 'gotcha' you think you wrote but... damn.

Is this your first day on the internet? People tag and draw blatantly-platonic seeming art that's actually ship art upon closer investigation constantly. Now idc what people do as long as its properly tagged, but it's a different story when my art is involved. Of course my DNIs are to prevent "misunderstandings." I'm not a moron; anyone can pick out supporting evidence for their bias if they look for it, which is exactly the point of saying I don't condone it. It's me going "Hey, these are my boundaries! If you don't respect them, that's shitty of you!"

I can't control how people interpret my art. I know this—but I can sure as hell clear the air about my intent and opinions. So I'll make myself very clear: I don't like my content being seen in a romantic context. Unless I confirm otherwise, it's platonic. Why? Because I fucking say so. If word of god isn't reason enough, that's on you. Your inability to see emotional intimacy between two adults as anything but romantic is not my fault—nor is it my responsibility to overcorrect.

It may shock you that, yes, this is how many families do interact. Not everyone's idea of a "convincingly portrayed" family dynamic is going to be the same. I'm a very sappy person irl and so is my family. It's honestly kind of pathetic that you obviously think my content is too much for a paternal relationship.

Even aside from that though, your arguments are just bad. I mean did you even reread this before you sent it? Sure. "Gohan acts like a jealous lover..." of his preschool-age daughter. Yeah, that's a totally normal take. Really makes you seem like a well-adjusted individual. I don't even know where you got the jealousy thing from since he spends the whole comic actively trying to leave and stop Pan from sticking up for him. Your other points are just conspiratorial; I see no point addressing them.

So yeah, take your final proposition and shove it. Maybe focus on how to "effectively and convincingly portray" whatever content measures up to your standards instead of preaching to me like I shouldn't do the same. I don't owe you jack—especially when you're too much of a coward to talk down to me while hiding behind anon.

And if this is who I think it is (given the timeframe you let slip), get off of that damn high horse already. You're not the patron saint of correct characterization, and your unwarranted criticism doesn't make you look smart. It makes you look like an entitled tool who can't resist hearing your own voice. Quit tearing people's hobby work down because you can't find enough fan content to satisfy your own standards.

I love found family. I love sickeningly sweet """unconvincing""" found family, and if you think that's trite, ooc, or—I guess, romantic—keep it to yourself. You're not going to 'con'crit me out of creating exactly what makes me happy, and this weird victim-blamey diatribe sure as hell isn't either. If anything, you've only convinced me to keep using DNIs.

#cannot believe i spent that many words answering this. originally i wasn't even going to #but then i reread it and it was just so fascinatingly dogshit that i couldnt help it #ask #dbz #skit yells

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caffeine-clouds · 1 year

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All your Sonic takes are valid, okay?

Hello, today I am your pastor. Where is your regular pastor? I totally didn't throw him off a bridge. Anyways, sit down because I'm here to preach about a blue hedgehog man. I've seen a lot of discussion around Sonic's characterization in Sonic Prime and how some people absolutely adore the show's take, and some people hate it. Now this could have led the fandom to having interesting debates but alas this is the internet - where interesting debates simply do not happen. (I've seen a lot more toxic arguing on Twitter, the Tumblr crowd is much cooler) But it got me thinking, at least - what is Sonic supposed to be? Who is he?

And I think that answer will change depending on who you ask. Sure, we can get some basic traits of him down. We know he's a good guy, he fights for freedom, he a bit snarky, but loves the people around him. But this is surface level stuff, right? Let's discuss his overall demeanour- "He's relaxed and nonchalent!" This half yells. "He's hyper and energetic!" The other shouts. Hold on, how did this happen?

The answer is simple, my friends - it's the Sonic franchise's inconsistent writing! You are not the problem. Sonic has had so many different takes on his personality throughout the years and throughout different media that it's gotten to a point where there's no 'correct' way to write or interpret this little blue guy anymore. "Black Knight is peak Sonic!" someone cries "No, Movie Sonic is!" Another claims. How can that be when they're so different? Because there is no right answer. People have had different experiences with his character depending on what they were first introduced to or simply what they like better. A lot of people don't like 'meta era' Sonic but there are some people who still do and think Sonic is just supposed to be a quippy goofball in colourful environments in basic stories. It depends so much on personal preference.

This isn't just limited to Sonic either - who is Shadow supposed to be? "The man who learnt to fight for humanity, upholding a promise to the one that meant the most to him - learning to put the past behind him and fighting on for the good of others with a stoic, no nonsense attitude" or is he "Haha Sonic's rival go brr, he so obsessed with him and wants to kick his ass" Shadow has been written as both of these throughout his lifetime, arguably he has spent his time in the more recent games being written as the latter - as much as so many people prefer the former. However, some people interpet the most modern entries as more canon - so therefore, they accept and prefer the latter. I am honestly surprised at the amount of takes I saw that saw Shadow as just a meanie rival until I came to this conclusion. I could go on for every character, but I'm not going to because that would take too much time. So all in all, your takes? So valid my man. If you don't like Prime because of Sonic's characterization - that's so cool, just don't call the show objectively bad for it - because it is not. It's a you thing. And there are plenty of others who agree with that opinion. If you love Prime Sonic - also great, don't shit on people for thinking otherwise - your opinion, and there are plenty more that agree with you. Honestly I think the best characterizations of Sonic I see in the fandom spheres are the ones that can pull inspo from a lot of the different Sonic media throughout time and can mix and match the stuff they like. That's uniqueness, that's fun - I wanna read that. It may not be 'accurate' to the version of Sonic you like, but who cares? If it's not your thing, don't like - don't read. That's why, in terms of writing Sonic fanfiction - saying "make sure to not make the characters OOC!" is like- one of the worst pieces of advice?? Like what is even 'in character'?'? That advice simply doesn't WORK for this series. All you need are the bare minimum basic traits, and the rest - develop as you like. Their basic profiles are the pizza dough, and you are choosing your toppings. Choose the Sonic media and fan content that you like to consume, and respect the people who like the toppings that you don't - because no one is forcing you to eat their pizza.

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #sonic frontiers #shadow the hedgehog #sonic characters #sonic characterization #yall are valid your honour #opinion #sonic fanfiction #sonic fanfic #sth

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annie-handholder · 2 months

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sooo I read atla's comic the promise and man, I gotta say I don't like it very much lol, the art was really good and there were moments I enjoyed but overall it's a no from me dawg

WHY DID KATARA NOD WHEN ZUKO ASKED AANG TO KIL HIM? it felt soooo OOC for Katara, isn't Zuko her friend? and Zuko gripping Katara like that because she hit some of his soldiers? and Aang who's supposedly a fully realized avatar would just go into the avatar state like that and threaten to KILL Zuko when he couldn't even kill Ozai???? and lets talk about friendship why is the Gaang acting like Zuko is just a random guy????except Suki and Aang they all acted like Zuko wasn't their friend he was just someone they should stop, I'm supposed to believe that Toph who was the first one of them to trust Zuko would just go "oh he's going crazy like his father!" w/out being concerned or feeling anything about it? and Sokka too it's just so off.

oh and what's up with Iroh just leaving Zuko to fend for himself!! like I know he said he wanted to open his teashop after the war ended but idk, I don't believe he'd let Zuko figure out being a firelord by himself especially when a lot of the fire nation citizens are angry they "lost".

honestly the whole thing could've been solved if they talked, the characters were going into extreme reactions w/out talking, even Aang who kept preaching about talking didn't really want to listen when Zuko was explaining his reasons to stop the harmony thing.

I liked some things tho, the idea of the comic is interesting, I liked how Aang's need to separate the nations was from his trauma of being the last one of the air nation I thought this was really good, I liked how Zuko didn't realize how hard it is to be a firelord and was crushed by the pressure so much he lost sleep and even went to his father, I also liked how they 'humanized' Ozai in a way, he's still a huge pos but he's not just 'I'm bad therefor I do bad things' anymore, that was nice, and seeing Zuko and Suki getting closer was really nice too, their friendship is very sweet.

#the comic felt childish #and dont come at me w/ atla is a kids show I know but it was still handled in a way that wasn't so immature and well childish!#it sucks because the premise was really good #atla #atla the promise #atla comics #asoolapost

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rahleeyah · 9 months

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1.0 anon here. You encouraged me to keep checking in with my thoughts as I go.

Just started "Prodigy" (s3e13) and kinda swooned when Benson says "I speak a little Spanish and French. I can Mirandize in three others."

Love me a strong, brave, smart, skilled female lead character who's also got damage and baggage. YES. (Also love that they most likely gave Benson these language skills bc Mariska's got 'em. I hope we get to hear her use them eventually).

And unrelated, but in the previous episode (set in Dec 2001, aired Jan 2002) Cragen mentions "the attacks" in passing and it was kind of stunning that a show about NYPD cops let THAT be the so-far-only treatment of 9/11. I mean, The West Wing interrupted their whole episode flow to air a completely OOC script to allow their characters to process adjacent topics with a bunch of high school students, for a quasi public therapy process...

I know everyone had artistic decisions to make and it wouldn't have worked to make SVU swerve off track and become a terrorism show, but surely (1) SVU detectives would've at least known some of the cops who died in the towers, (2) even if they didn't they'd be traumatized and deeply saddened by all of it, (3) like just about everyone in NYC and the country at that point, they'd be talking and thinking about it??

Maybe this is just the difference between shooting and airing schedules and "the attacks" will have more visibility in coming episodes?

Oh I am very excited about this thank you lol

I find it interesting that while we do hear Liv speak a little Spanish in 1.0 we don't hear her speak Italian until 2.0, and Mariska was fluent in Italian the whole time, having spent time there growing up. But yes!!!! Love that they incorporated that into Olivia's character and I love too the insight it gives maybe not just into Olivia but into her mother; was Serena the one pushing Olivia to learn different languages? Did Serena want her to learn French and Italian, did Serena have books in those languages on the shelves at home, was it important to Serena that her dark haired little fae child be educated, be cultured, be sophisticated? Was Olivia ever enough of those things to make her mother happy?

Iirc the shows don't ever address a personal connection between our mains and 9/11 with the exception of the late reveal that Tucker worked the cleanup and got cancer from it. And personally, I'm kinda glad that they didn't, bc I don't think the show has the skill to handle that topic well. The national conversation about police, and religion, and war and the state, was so deeply, deeply toxic post 9/11 that I shudder to think what a police procedural might have done in that moment in time. Sorkin is a playwright and a man whose work has always had a sharply (white) liberal political bent, and he presented a one hour bottle episode homily that was moving, true, but also deeply informed by his personal beliefs. His audience wasn't lowest common denominator middle America; a lot of middle America hated tww. Some people resent the episode in question, think it's patronizing or over simplifying. L&O was supposed to be for Everyman. Gently teaching middle America about the concept of consent and shyly saying "maybe solitary confinement is bad actually", but even then doing it carefully. Presenting issues as conversations between characters who take up opposing sides, instead of preaching one view point (in 1.0; later when 💡 came on board the show became more preachy). At the time of the attacks SVU didn't have an especially political bent, and given how high tensions were, how emotionally raw the city of New York was, given that everyone involved in making the show lived in NYC (tww was filmed mostly in LA and DC) and how many layers there were to people's feelings.... that's a really delicate line to walk, and the ramifications of doing it badly would be a show killer. Sometimes no response is better than a bad response.

So while I'm interested in the idea of how Liv and Elliot felt as cops working in Manhattan during 9/11, I am glad we don't have Dick Wolf's personal take on it entered in the record, and can instead save this for personal musing, fic, meta and the like. There is a lot to unpack there.

#anonymous #e.o asks #s.vu

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fumikosushi · 3 months

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I don't know if I'm going to return to the S*T rpc. I desperately want to play those characters - the canons and my OCs - but being around so many of those people who just talk shit and act like everyone is supposed to be a mind reader is so exhausting. It's a constant popularity contest and it makes me terrified to talk to ANYONE because it feels like high school all over again.

No one wants to communicate but wants to preach about people needing to communicate. People will literally pretend to be your friend just to 'avoid drama' they think will start if they approach you or choose to remove you and people need to understand that not everyone is a hateful stalker that's going to ruin your life for choosing peace or communication.

If you do not like me I would rather you ghost me than hype me up to write shit you're not even interested in. You are not only wasting your time, but you are wasting mine and literally manipulating people to be attached to you by feigning interest and care for them and that is not okay. At that point, that is abuse. That is emotionally manipulative abuse and it's not okay. Just because the other person isn't 'aware' until you drop the bomb on them doesn't mean it's not.

I'm tired of being nice, accepting, and welcoming of people with open arms just to constantly be shit talked about. Normally I'm the first person to think 'nice people don't call themselves nice' but after tearing myself down for so long because of people's shitty behavior toward me, I'm seeing all the work I would put in just to be met with literally nothing. And this isn't me expecting anyone to revolve their lives around me. I'm not expecting instant replies, I don't expect people to send me memes or random starters or talk ooc every day - it could be once a week or two, even. I just wanted the bare minimum and then once I stopped doing that for people? Sending them things, tagging them in things that remind me of them and our muses, and all these other things - people got mad at me even though they would send me fucking nothing.

I'm done giving people everything to not even be met half way and then having people get MAD AT ME once I pull back. I'm tired of people giving me 0 effort because of how patient with them I am because I do know people are busy and that things are hard and that sometimes you just want to do nothing, but God, I'm so tired of of my patience being taken advantage of. Even irl my patience and understanding with others is always met with me being treated like fucking shit. I'm tired of being people's back burner friend for when they want to use me as their therapist or when they're desperate due to boredom. IT FUCKING HURTS.

I'm tired of being nice. I'm tired of being understanding. I'm tired of being patient. I'm tired of caring so much about everyone else's feelings that I neglect my own and I'm not doing it anymore. I'm done. I am HUMAN and I have FEELINGS and NEEDS and WANTS and I deserve to be treated as such instead of feeling so dehumanized to the point I literally go silent because I feel like that's what people want from me. I feel like people want me to disappear, to fade away into nothing. I know there are a few people who like me that I trust, but the mass majority make me feel that way. It's hard not to feel that way especially when people are nice to my face and then talk shit about me behind my back and literally go out of their way to demonize me to others to get others to not interact with me.

I've done NOTHING to deserve to be treated as poorly as I have been in that rpc and I'm not taking it anymore. If I ever remake my blog, it's going to be private and not accepting interactions outside of people I trust immensely because that rpc has proven that hardly anyone can be trusted.

And please don't take this as me acting like I'm perfect or I've never done wrong, but God, I cannot do anything about what I've supposedly done if no one wants to fucking tell me. Like I can literally do nothing to fix what I did to upset you if you literally refuse to tell me and then still seem to expect me to do something to fix it. I'm not a fucking mind reader.

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