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decima-simming · 5 years

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ULTIMATE Strangetown Male Premade Ratings!

Welcome to the sequel (Electric Boogaloo!) to ULTIMATE Belladonna Cove Male Premade Ratings! The reception to my last post has been so positive and I feel compelled to continue these ratings. By popular demand, I’m going to rate the Strangetown men! So without further ado, here’s my ratings on all the male Strangetown premades (excluding teens and children) based on looks and if I want to date them.

What the fuck? No, seriously, what the fuck? I don’t know where to start with this guy. Loki Beaker? You mean to tell me he is named after the Norse god of mischief and he looks like that? The actual Loki must have messed with his face, there is no other explanation. Maybe the reason why he commits unethical experiments is because he literally cannot see. How can you look back at what you do if you literally can’t? Nevertheless, not only is he ugly as sin, he is an awful human being. No hot evil male scientists allowed in The Sims, thanks EA/Maxis! -100/10.

What happens when a hot alleged serial killer and the Grim Reaper (yes, really) have a child? This bony, lanky guy, apparently. Wow, Grim must have compensated with his amazing personality. According to his gender preferences, he dislikes women, and I can’t really blame him. If the only women in my life were my neglectful mother and my abusive scientist adopted mother, I would hate women, too! I’m not going to bash Nervous Subject too harshly (I already did, but oh well), but I’ll say this: The only way he could be bangeable is if he showed his Grim genes. You know, show some ribs, wear a black cloak, become stronger than SimGod, all that hot shit. It could be worse, though; he could look like this in actual gameplay. Phew. 4/10

Don’t let the headshot fool you, Pascal Curious looks way better in gameplay (especially with default replacement skins and a new hairstyle *chef kiss*). Waaay too obsessed with fucking aliens, but he seems like a good-natured guy, I can tolerate him. His bio says he collects conspiracy theories and now I’m . . . curious. *ba dum tss* 6.5/10

Wow, the universe really hates Vidcund Curious! First that stupid name, then he pisses himself publicly, his hot as fuck girlfriend breaks up with him, he was once Buzz’s punching bag (then again, who wasn’t?), Sims can’t stand his jokes (I feel plagiarized!), the chances of being betrayed by him are 100%, and worst of all, that haircut is an abomination. Hey, Vidcund, the 70′s called! They want you to stop associating yourself with the era! 3/10

Wowie, hot TAMALE! Lazlo Curious is the hottest man in Strangetown, DO NOT TRY TO CHANGE MY MIND! He is chill, he is smart, he is cool, and with the right default replacements (an example by yours truly) . . . oh yeah, BABY! 10/10!!!!!!

Oh, boy, this is going to open a can of worms. Good thing he has boyish good looks because everything else about him is fucking ugly. And before y’all jump down my throat, barbershop quartet singing is not redeemable! Where do I even start? In his youth, he had the reputation of physically fighting every boy in Strangetown, and that can be highly associated with his exaggerated serious nature and lack of nice points. He has severe anger issues, I want him to stay far away from me. And now someone is going to jump from their bush and try to catch me with a “Gotcha!” because boys will be boys, they need to fight because he is A BOY, anger in boys is natural, tears are for pussies! Also, he probably grew out of it anyway, stupid Merary/Decima! Hominem, you are so wrong, because he clearly did not grew out it. Let me ask you something, who did Buzz, a grown man, tried to fight lately? That’s right, he fought PT9, who looks very old when it happened! Shame on you, General Buzz Grunt! This is purely speculative, but considering how one of the following memories is Lyla breaking up with him, maybe, just maybe, Lyla left him because of his hot-headiness and harsh nature towards his neighbors. He was a terrible husband, but is even worse as a father. I have no sympathy for parents who pit their children against each other (Hello, Daniel and Mary-Sue!) and the whole situation with Tank and Ripp saddens me so much. Every time I play the Grunt family for the first time, Buzz’s first autonomous action is to always insult or poke Ripp. Fuck this guy. Maybe stop forcing your children into following your steps and treat them like human beings? Yes? No? Pft, no wonder Olive wants to call you to possibly kill you, no one in this town likes you other than your eldest son! Also, I’m not a fan of the military, so even if he is good at his job, I’m going to judge him because of it. I’m against xenophobia (”They are aliens, not human! Doesn’t count!” Yeah, so?), so he gets minus points with that. Well, at least he tried, right? The only useful thing about him is that he makes a good front for family dinners because of his career and good looks. See, Mom and Dad? I’m not a gold-digger! Would I screw him? Yes. -5/10.

Don’t think for one second that I’m letting Pollination Tech#9 Smith off the hook. PT9 is that deadbeat dad who at first you don’t like until he learns a lesson about responsibility and decency. Good thing Lola and Chloe ended up fine, NO THANKS TO HIM! Also, he is a thot! Pollinating a man with twins and then banging his human daughter the old-fashioned way, creating the most complicated family tree of all time? Also, the PSP canon says that he had a family back home? Saucy! Apart from that, he seems like a good husband and father to his legitimate children; it’s the bare minimum, but I’m a sucker for it. Love the Hawaiian shirt, you funky alien man, you. 5/10

And finally, Ajay Loner. Ajay’s biggest sin is that Maxis/EA didn’t care too much about him because they barely gave him a personality or a good haircut. Fortunately, default replacements, better hair, a bit of a scruff, and a non-sporty shirt make him look decent, even cute and hot! The best makeover of him, in my opinion, is AldoHyde’s Ajay Loner. Like I said, a scruff really suits him! What more can I say, I like him. 7/10

You really read all of that? Thanks for allowing me to waste your time, it was my pleasure! <3

#Sims 2 #Strangetown #Loki Beaker #Nervous Subject #General Buzz Grunt #Buzz Grunt #Pascal Curious #Vidcund Curious #Lazlo Curious #PT9 Smith #Pollination Technician 9 Smith #Ajay Loner #I hope I gave y'all whiplash!

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fictional-downey · 5 years

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Demons

I am going back and reworking this fic, changing things I wasn’t happy with, etc, and I thought, why not repost it here? After all, “fictional-downey” was chosen for a reason, and this was it. I AM A FEEDBACK WHORE so feel free to comment, good or bad (as long as it’s done tastefully, no need to be cruel). The fic is a little dated, so I’ve begun to change a few things to bring it into the now (imagination, yeah?), but cannot change the fact that music is usually what inspires parts of fics for me and this one was no different. When “Demons” came out, oh so long ago, Nathan was the first character I thought of, so it had to stay in the first chapter. Thanks and have a good read! (BONUS - The first chapter is SMUT! Not that that’s all you kind people want...)

Chapter 1 - Stranger in a Bar

Friday night in mid, unseasonably warm October. There were high school football games being played, couples on dates, husbands and wives playing with their children…but Nathan Gardner was seated at a bar, his second scotch in hand. This wasn’t Nathan’s usual haunt, but he had stupidly agreed to go out with a couple of casual friends and this was where the night led him. They told him he needed to “get out there” – he hated that phrase – as well as celebrate getting his old job back. Steven and Jeff were actually out on the small dance floor trying desperately to flirt with a group of women. Nathan just shook his head and looked back down into his glass.

He tried so hard to stop drinking after the fiasco with Charlie, but he was weak. With his ex-wife still riding his back and the superintendent unhappy about his reinstatement as a teacher, he wasn’t in the mood to try and “fix himself.” He had just set the empty tumbler down when he heard the barstool next to him move. He sighed, hoping it wasn’t some chatty creeper who struck out with the women present in the bar.

“Tequila,” a voice, very much not male, said, “coconut if you have it…and pineapple juice.”

“In it?” the bartender asked.

“Nah, chaser. I know, it’s girly.” After a moment Nathan, who was only looking at the wooden bar top, saw two shot glasses placed next to him. “Thank you,” the woman said. He watched her manicured hand lift the glass with the tequila, then the one with the pineapple juice. She all but slammed them down when she was finished. “Well, that’s a start,” she said to herself.

Nathan looked up at her, curiosity getting the best of him. He began to wish for the chatty creeper. The woman was brunette with dark eyes and berry stained lips. She had heavy bangs, a neat ponytail, and was clearly going for some type of dramatic look with her dark smoky eye makeup. Early thirties he guessed…and she realized he was looking at her.

“Are you going to say something or just keep looking?” she asked, somewhat amused.

“Ah, sorry,” he stammered. “Didn’t mean…sorry.” He waved for the bartender. “Same.”

“Amaretto sour,” she said quickly, not wanting the bartender to leave without getting her something else. They were served at the same time and when she took her drink she looked at Nathan. “Bye.” He tried not to, but he watched as she walked away. She was in a version of the cliched “little black dress”, a generously low cut one that hugged her curves, and black heels.

The establishment wasn’t the small, quiet bar Nathan was used to, but it wasn’t like one of the downtown clubs either; it fell somewhere in between. It was crowded and loud, people were dancing and carrying on, but Nathan was able to keep to himself - especially since his so-called “friends” had forgotten about him. As long as he could drink, he was fine.

An hour passed and the woman once again wound up beside him. “If you’re not going to move from this stool, you’re doing a shot with me.”

“Uh, no, I’m good,” Nathan said, completely avoiding eye contact with her.

She pushed herself into his line of sight, wanting to get a better look at him in the dim light. “I don’t think so,” she said, obviously tipsy. “Two…cherry tootsie pops!” she said, holding her hand up in the air. A minute or so later, there was a shot in front of each of them. “When a woman buys you a drink, it’s only polite to take it.” She nudged the shot glass closer to him and he took it, albeit reluctantly. She smiled at him and he felt the corner of his mouth twitch upwards…this caused her to smile wider. “That’s what I thought.” She held up her glass and he clinked his own against it. “To a less lonely night,” she said with a wink. They both downed the shot and put their glasses down.

“That actually tasted like…”

“Like being a kid, right?” She put her hand on his shoulder. “I’m Sydney. Dance with me.”

“I need a lot more to drink before I can even start to think about that.”

“I can arrange that…” She looked at him, waiting for a name.

He shook his head, knowing he was going to give in. “Nathan.”

“That’s not a bar name. I like it.”

Nathan raised an eyebrow in question. “Not a bar name? What does that mean?”

Sydney giggled. “It’s a girl thing, but it’s good…promise.” She ordered two more shots and Nathan let himself loosen up a little. “So, why are you drinking all alone on a Friday night, Nathan?”

“I’m not alone…exactly.” He looked out at the dance floor. “My ‘friends’ are…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “…trying too hard. Meanwhile, same question to you.”

“I’m not alone either…your friends are attempting to hit on mine.” She sat, fumbling a little, on the stool next to Nathan’s. “Girls’ night,” she said sarcastically. “They sorta forced me.”

“Me too,” he chuckled.

Sydney took a long, deep breath, then turned her whole body toward Nathan’s. The music changed to a song she loved and she gave him the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. “We could be miserable together…out there.”

“Look, uh…” He struggled to remember her name for a moment. “…Sydney. I really don’t think…”

“Exactly! Let’s not think.” She grabbed his hand. “Neither of us want to be here and we’ve both had enough to drink to make this plausible…pretty please?”

He shrugged, then looked at his friends. They were trying to dance with the women around them, while this very attractive woman was begging for him to do the same. If anything, maybe this would get them off his back. “Okay.” Sydney beamed as she took his arm and all but dragged him out into the crowd.

“I’m a terrible dancer,” she laughed. “Fair warning.” She stumbled a bit, trying to dance on her own and Nathan watched her, barely moving his feet. Without warning, Sydney flung her arms around his neck and her dancing style changed. Nathan didn’t even realize he was putting his arms around her until he felt his body pressing against hers. “Mmm…” He could barely hear her above the music, but the sound was there. She ran her hands along his arms. “Strong,” she said with a coy smile. “You don’t dress how you’re built, do you?”

“I don’t put much thought into it,” he answered honestly. He was in a rumpled button down shirt, his tie crooked, and his pants were a size too big.

“Well then, good thing you’re hot,” she added, her finger tracing his jaw line. Nathan blushed instantly. She giggled. “Like you don’t know it.” She closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them he looked…nervous.

“I…”

“Not hit on much?”

“Not hit on ever.” He inhaled her perfume, light with a strange hint of chocolate. He didn’t mean for it to happen, but his body reacted. What could have been the highest form of embarrassment was overlooked as Sydney’s lips found his. It was closed mouthed and quick, but it was enough to make him allow some lines to blur.

“Let’s remedy that, hm?” She pulled him off the dance floor and back to the bar. A few more shots later and he was losing the remaining tenseness in his muscles. “My fiancé dumped me for a man,” Sydney confessed. They had moved to a table and she was sitting on his lap, nuzzling his neck. His hand was on her backside. “‘New boyfriend’ left me a couple of days ago…well, sort of…he left for work a while ago, but just officially dumped me... ” She stopped talking and circled his ear with her tongue.

“Assholes,” Nathan said, his eyes half closed as he enjoyed the feelings running through him. “My ex-wife slept with anything that had a pulse…”

“Bitch.” She moved her hands to his face and looked at him. “I know how you want to kiss me…you should just do it.”

“Yeah?”

She licked at her upper lip. “Yeah…” Her word was swallowed as Nathan kissed her, his tongue searching out hers. Without breaking the kiss, she moved her body so she straddled him, grinding against his growing erection. She moaned into his whiskey soaked mouth, her body aching with want, then broke the kiss and rose from his lap. She saw the look on his face and bent down to kiss him again. “Just need…little girls room…” She winked and steadied herself as she walked to the restrooms. When she returned, she grabbed his tie, pulling him up from his seat. “Dance,” she said. This time she didn’t have to ask twice.

They shamelessly ground against one another to the beat of the music. Nathan’s hands were curious and Sydney didn’t bat them away; hers were just as curious. Both sets of friends noticed them and laughed it off as a drunken tryst, which it most certainly was…for a while.

“I haven’t…no fun for…” It wasn’t the alcohol affecting Nathan’s words, it was Sydney’s fingers running along his waistband.

“I’m gonna offer you something men would kill for,” Sydney whispered in his ear.

“Oh?” He cocked an eyebrow, his mouth dry.

“I got something from the…vending machine in the bathroom.”

Nathan immediately knew what she meant and became rock hard. He hadn’t felt like this in years…he wanted the contact so much it hurt. “Not nice to tease.”

“Not teasing,” Sydney purred. “No last names, no phone numbers…I could care less what you make a year or even if you’re a fucking serial killer.” She kissed him, slow and wet. “Have you ever slept with a stranger from a bar?” He shook his head. “Me either…and I want to.”

“I…”

She stopped him. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to feel good for a night…”

“I do,” he growled, unable to help himself.

She smiled, please with his answer. “You’ve been hard a few times tonight, Nathan.”

“Have you been wet?” He couldn’t believe those words passed his lips. She guided his hand under the hem of her dress, nobody noticing them. “Fuck,” he breathed, feeling the answer to her question. He wavered for a moment, unsure if it was due to the alcohol or his awakened hormones.

“No strings.” She stroked him through his pants.

“Where?”

The tone of her voice was desperate and needy. “It doesn’t matter…” She kissed him once more, grabbing his erection as she did so. “I’m betting it’s been a while, hm?” He nodded, his eyes closed and his head tipped back. “Might not last if we don’t…” The ill fitting pants were a great help as Sydney’s hand dipped below the waistband, beyond his boxers, and found his bare length. His body shuddered and his breath hitched. “Poor baby,” she cooed.

Nathan’s hand went back under her dress. “And you?”

“He was gone a couple of months before he ended…” She gasped as he stroked the damp fabric between her legs. “…it.”

Nathan pulled her closer, still moving enough to look like they were dancing. He put his lips next to her ear and breathed, “I want to touch you.”

“You are.”

“I want to feel you.”

Sydney pulled back just enough to look him in the eye. “I’m not saying ‘no’ am I?” It was all Nathan needed to hear. Her soft hand still stroking him, he pushed her panties aside and slid a finger inside her. “Fuck,” she panted.

He bit at his lip as they remained in the crowd, their hands working one another into a frenzy. “If you don’t stop I’m gonna…”

“That’s the point.” She licked his neck. “Quick mess now means a longer time with me later.”

“Christ…you’re so…ah…” He felt a surge of new moisture on his finger and he knew he’d made her come…he followed suit, not caring where the mess went.

“Good boy,” Sydney whispered, her cheeks glowing. “I’ve got it, baby.” She slyly removed her hand and went to the restroom again. Nathan worried she wouldn’t come back.

After a few minutes, he went back to the bar, convinced she had, indeed, left. “’Nother,” he slurred, his body as light as his head. He hadn’t even bothered touching himself for longer than he could remember and tonight a complete stranger got him off in a crowd of a hundred or so people. “Hallucinating?” he asked himself, as yet another tumbler appeared before him.

“I was real last time I checked,” Sydney said, wrapping her arms around him from behind. She kissed the side of his neck. “Feel good?”

Nathan turned on the stool and took her into his arms, kissing her unabashedly. His tongue sought out all it could and his hands wandered her back. “Who are you?” he asked.

Sydney shook her head. “I told you. I’m Sydney.” He wasn’t going to get any more from her. “We’re two lonely people on a night out neither of us wanted.” She smiled at him. “We’re one another’s future good memories with no regrets.”

“This…this doesn’t happen,” he slurred. “Happens in movies and, well, pornos and shit…” Sydney laughed. “…but real life?”

“Changing your mind?”

“No!” he yelled, far too eager.

“Good.” She took his hand and led him back to the table they occupied before, so she could sit on his lap again. “I want you to tell me what you wanna to do me.”

“What?”

“We’ve both had plenty to shut off our filters…” She nuzzled into his neck again, lightly nipping at his flesh. “What are you thinking about doing to me right now?” She sucked his earlobe. “Be dirty, baby.” She felt the muscles in his chest tighten for a moment.

“I…” Drunk as he was, he just couldn’t.

“Please, baby,” Sydney purred, accentuating the anonymous placeholder. She was trying to use his name as little as possible; it kept things easier. “Every dirty little thing you’ve wanted since your ex did what she did…tell me.”

“I wanna bury my cock inside you,” he confessed, unable to stop. Sydney was right, the filters were gone. His voice stayed low as he continued. “I want to fuck you…I want to make you come, coating me…” He was kissing her chest, his tongue dipping into her cleavage. “I want you to clench around me and make me…”

“Make you what?”

“I wanna fucking explode,” he growled.

Satisfied, she rose from his lap and grabbed his arm. They went out the front door of the bar and were immediately illuminated by the streetlight. “Jesus, you’re fucking gorgeous,” Sydney all but moaned. “In there yeah, but…fuck, Nathan…” He blushed, thinking the same of her, but also thinking she was putting him on. “You don’t believe me.” She saw the few lines around his eyes, the traces of gray in his hair and stub - and it made her knees weak. “You’re in your prime.” He smiled at her and that was it. “Do that…do that a lot more.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again, heat and want flooding her body.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed. “I can’t…fuck, I…”

“Oh, yes you can, Nathan…” She looked around and smiled. “Back here.” She led him to side of the building. The bar was in a nice enough area that it wasn’t a typical “dirty” alleyway, just a throughway between businesses…with a half fence to keep anyone from seeing them. There was one dim light above them and she saw doubt in his eyes for a moment.

He pressed her body to the brick wall with gentle force. “Why me?” he asked, his voice raspy with want and tainted by confusion. “All the guys in there, all the younger, better looking…”

Sydney put her finger to his lips. “First of all, I repeat, you’re gorgeous. Younger men are a pain in the ass…” Her body trembled for a dozen different reasons. “…and you looked broken.”

“You’ve no idea,” he whispered.

“Two broken people…” She rubbed his back as he began to place hot, wet kisses along her neck. He found a spot between her neck and shoulder that made her back arch and she pressed into him. “…they should be able to fix something for a bit when put together, don’t you think?”

“Never thought of it…” He kissed her lips, chaste at first. “…that way..” His kisses deepened and Sydney mewed into his mouth. “Tell me you want me,” he whispered, needing to hear it, needing to know this was real.

“I want you,” she said surely. “Moment I saw you…crazy…stupid…”

“No…” He reached up under her dress to stroke her again and found no barrier in the way.

“In my purse,” she answered before he could question. “So’s…” Nathan understood and backed off, letting her bend and rifle through her small black bag. She pulled out the foil packet and reached for his belt. They could hear the music from inside the bar as she released his length out into the unseasonable air.

When the days are cold…and the cards all fold…and the saints we see…are all made of gold…

She couldn’t help but smile when she looked down. “Knew what I felt was good.”

When your dreams all fail…and the ones we hail…are the worst of all…and the blood’s run stale…

He gasped as she sheathed him, even that act feeling better than anything in years. She looked at him with full, parted lips and could see that he needed just one more nudge. “It’s okay, baby,” she cooed, stroking his face. “Fill me. We’re not making love here, no need to…be formal or anything.” Nathan took her left leg and hiked it onto his hip. He ran his length along her folds for a moment, giving her the chance to change her mind. “Fuck me,” she begged.

I want to hide the truth…I want to shelter you…but with the beast inside there’s nowhere we can hide… 

Nathan slid himself inside her body and let out a low growl. He immediately claimed her lips as he reached for her other leg and wrapped them both around his waist. “Christ,” he breathed, coming up for air.

“Talk to me,” she cried. “Tell me…” She wanted to hear every dirty thing he had to say to her.

No matter what we breed, we still are made of greed…This is my kingdom come…This is my kingdom come…

“So fucking tight,” he grunted. “So wet…warm…” He placed his arms between her back and the brick wall, not wanting to hurt her. “Fuck, Syd,” he hissed…and she hated how he’d just said her name - like he knew her, like he could have cared for her.

“Harder,” Sydney panted, wanting to break the brief spell she was under. “Your cock feels amazing, baby…so hard, so big…” She got what she wanted as Nathan’s thrusts increased. He held her close to him and she felt how strong he really was. The air was sobering, but her mind didn’t change. Nathan looked into her eyes, he was beginning to sober as well, but his pace stayed strong, enjoying every bit of pleasure coursing thorough his body.

When you feel my heat, look into my eyes…It’s where my demons hide…It’s where my demons hide… Don’t get too close, it’s dark inside…it’s where my demons hide, it’s where my demons hide…  

“You feel so good,” he whispered in her ear. “Will you come for me?”

When the curtain’s call is the last of all…When the lights fade out all the sinners crawl…So they dug your grave and the masquerade…Will come calling out at the mess you made…  

“Yes,” she whined, her body tensing. She bit on his shoulder to muffle herself and Nathan groaned as her walls clenched around him. “Fuck…fuck yes…Nathan…” She regretted saying his name.

“Say my name again,” he all but demanded. “Come on me again.”

Don’t want to let you down, but I am hell bound…Though this is all for you, don’t want to hide the truth…No matter what we breed, we still are made of greed…This is my kingdom come…This is my kingdom come… 

He rolled his hips, thrusting deeper within her and she did as he asked, calling out his name, knowing she shouldn’t, but wanting to all the same. “So good, Nathan…so...fucking…good…”

When you feel my heat, look into my eyes…It’s where my demons hide…It’s where my demons hide…Don’t get too close, it’s dark inside…It’s where my demons hide…It’s where my demons hide…  

She tightened around him again and he couldn’t stop what was running through him. He kissed her, desperate for the contact, and spilled himself. “Sydney,” he breathed against her neck. Nathan thrust once more as his body convulsed with sheer pleasure. He said nothing else as he slid from her depths and placed her feet back on the ground. They could still hear the commotion inside the bar, but it sounded worlds away. “I…”

Sydney smiled. “I know.” She smoothed out her dress and picked up her purse as he disposed of the condom and put himself back in order. He then took her hand and they made their way back to the front of the building.

“Staying?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so.” She looked at the ground. “I’m pretty sure they won’t miss me. I’ll just get a cab and…” When she looked back up, she was captivated by his eyes and her words simply stopped.

They say it's what you make, I say it's up to fate…It's woven in my soul, I need to let you go…  

“Let me,” Nathan said, not realizing the effect he was having on her. He hailed the cab that was coming down the street.

Your eyes, they shine so bright…I want to save their light…I can't escape this now…Unless you show me how…

The cab stopped and Sydney opened the door. “Thank you,” she said, “for the cab and…well…” She looked at him, blushing. “I said no strings, but…” Nathan’s heart began to race. She put her arms around him and her lips to his ear. “…would you mind if I named my toy after you?” Nathan’s eyes went wide. “Don’t be embarrassed, I’m not.”

“I’m not…I think I’m flattered.”

“You should be…that was…” She stopped herself. “Fuck it, we’ll never see each other again. Nathan, that was the best orgasm of my life.” She kissed him and he reciprocated, heat beginning to rise between them again. She pulled back. “Get home safe.” She got into the cab and he watched it take her away.

When you feel my heat, look into my eyes…It’s where my demons hide…It’s where my demons hide Don’t get too close, it’s dark inside…It’s where my demons hide…It’s where my demons hide…

#demons #nathan gardner #nathan & sydney #sydney turner #charlie bartlett #principal gardner #teacher x teacher #fluff #Robert Downey Jr #robertdowneyjr #rdjr #fanfic #fanfiction

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hellacre13 · 6 years

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What Superman story made you realize why Lois can’t work as his love interest?

I suspect Superman the movie and everything after that. And then getting into comics themselves. As we mature and the world changes then so do societal norms, I realized how seriously effed up the Lois/Clark/Superman love story is.

Many heroes might have started off in a more camp way, asking us to suspend belief etc but as time went by the story telling got more complex and tied into real world themes etc. Superhero stories often reflects the time we live in. Like the Golden Age Superman was created during a time of the Depression and pre World War 2.. He was rougher, brasher, a man who was the champion of the oppressed and small man, who fought corrupt business men and Nazis etc. The new 52 was more modern and looked at Superman via a more global lens by looking at his alien aspect and making him more socially conscious. Rebirth he has gone back to traditional troupes and is more preachy father figure who seems to be more concerned about his comfort and playing house. He calls his wife and kid his world and so wants to preserve that comfort, he is willing to ply Lois with immortal juice to live for a billion years. It’s got that feel of a guy who isn’t too concerned about the bigger picture as long as life does not change for him. I mean, what he does with Lois isn’t too far off what Mr Freeze wanted to do with his wife if you think about it? But that is “love” according to DC.

Anyway I digress. Lois, Clark and Superman was the original love story for decades. She had the hots for the rock star while the nerd Clark pined for her to notice him. He even prob ignored women who cared for him. She was often mean spirited and very ambitious and walked all over him. She was a career girl in a time it was a largely male centric job but in fiction she was not the only female that did this. In fact she was inspired from another character Torchy Blane who did what she did first. And there were other female characters in fiction that were just as brave, empowered before her too. Anyway as the world evolved and more female characters were created what Lois did became not all that special. We have many strong women in fiction, from different backgrounds and people have their favorites. We are spoiled for choice.

The love triangle or what I like to call now the lie triangle is what define Lois and Clark’s dynamics. I really did not understand why this guy wasted his time on someone who never valued him. I guess he was a bit of a masochist. As as I grew to learn more about Superman’s mythos and who he was and what drove him, I genuinely could not understand why DC kept pushing them as some ideal. The woman did stupid things to try to get his attention or outing his secret when she suspected…from trying to jump off buildings and Niagara Falls. That is not brave. It’s dumb, at least to me. She even had her own comics for a time whereby she was obsessed with trying to get him…Superman… to marry her. Lois and Clark’s iconic imagery is of him carrying her like a baby or saving her. I am sorry but as a female reader and fan of heroes…that just does not interest me nor do I see it as romantic. DC might think it is seeing they still push it.

And Superman himself was a douche bag too. Lying his ass off to her as Superman and Clark. Or dating her as one or the other…yet claims this was love. The guy was even willing to give up his gifts just to bone her in Superman 2. Can you really see a real hero being that needy and hard up? The Reeve movies are considered quintessential Superman but to me it is outdated and the stuff between him and Lois is eye rolling. The other movies like Superman Returns his love for her is not noble. Fact it is creepy and selfish on both their parts considering she was shacked up with another man who was a real father to a boy not even his own.

Man of Steel and the DCEU show how they need to shoe horn her into many things that defy logic and really just to try to find something for her to do. She is a human. She should be subject to its limitations. This woman just throws herself in dangerous situations and survives. Or DC tries to suggest she can handle situations she is not even trained to.

Most recent cases…1. Fighting Female Furies. She has 0 training …people like Barda and Diana who trained all their lives and have to have back up with Darkseid’s elite Lois Lane can take on these women with no problems. That is the stupidity we have come to. 2. MOS Superman is fighting Zod and snaps his neck and Lois who was miles away just appears to pet his head. I didn’t know she had superspeed. 3 Death of Superman ( just like Batman v Superman) the woman is in the middle of the action because? Two heavy hitters battling, Doomsday beat up the whole JL, damaged the city, the earth is crater city, smoke, dust and debris is being kicked up while Superman is battling him…yet Lois is in the middle of all this so these two characters can make google eyes at each other. When Superman dies…after killing Doomsday with a killer blow…she just standing there…unscathed…like she got some force field I was not aware of.

The writing suffers because they have to find something for her to do. Even the most sensible journalist would know to get the hell out of the way and get shelter if you are in between two warring sides. Why are you making your ass a potential causality and distracting a man from his job?

Death of Superman really sealed the deal for me. Lois and Clark act like two jerks.. Clark is dating her but has not told her he is Superman.She has no clue he is Superman. Yet she flirts with Superman even while having Clark on the side. He tells her she knows him better than anyone else. Yet she claims she does not know him at all. ???? It’s bizarre logic. He says he loves her…I have no clue why. He acts insecure and whiny and a bit of a prick to Diana. Given his and Diana’s relationship was based on honesty…she knew who he was…it’s very amusing to see Clark try to convince the viewer Lois is the one for him. They even tried to throw all his other past loves under the bus putting the blame on them.

I found it all forced and dysfunctional. And the Superman we admired and who respected Diana berates her for calling him Clark while sparring in a simulator no less…they were not even in public…because he wants to be called Superman because Lois (who he had not told his secret) gave him the name.I am sorry. But when has Clark/Superman/Kal ever acted such a douche to anyone? And he blames Diana for their “break up” because she wants to live as herself.

Anyone who reads comics know that Clark and Diana had a very close bond. I can get you tons of panels of her calling him Clark or Kal or Superman depending on the situation and he was never this asshole Tomasi wrote here just to prop Lois. Also even if Diana did not like a dual identity here, it’s clear DC does what it wants when it wants because she used Diana Prince off and on for decades. She uses it in the DCEU and other comics. But for Superman to judge her this way makes him come cross as unlikable.

What it mean is Superman is a selfish character. He wants a woman to do what he says and lives as he says. He wants to make no compromise. In truth and fact he never made a compromise for Lois Lane when he told her his secret. She just accepts it and adapts to HIM. They are in love because he can continue to live the way he wants. I thought real love was give and take. In Death of Superman she is not even questioning his lies. She is like oooh my boyfriend is an alien when he tells her he is Superman. Must be nice her boyfriend looks like a man she lusted after and he did not really look like Martian Manhunter, eh? I bet she’d react quite differently. How can anyone elevate this type of relationship over Clark and Diana’s is beyond me.

There was no truth and no trust from the start and when they hook up Clark and Lois continue their charade yet claim to be watchdogs for truth for humanity. This is such a joke to me. They both have no ethics. He still gives her scoops even though they banging each other and they act as if they are more moral than other people.

And let us not forget Superman goes evil troupe or needs her alone to ground him because it is what pisses me off the most. It undermines Superman’s heritage, upbringing, innate goodness and compassion and heroism to suggest he cannot be who he is unless he is banging Lois Lane. If Batman could not be with Selina no one here would suggest he would never be who he is. Same for every other hero. But Superman? The dude is crippled morally, spiritually and emotionally if no Lois. In Justice League the entire League is nerfed so she can call him to heel. A woman he knows all of 2 years. What about his mom? Hell what about the earth?The people? His own mind and goodness? Nah. Only Lois. I am sorry that is bs

We have the superhero landscape where heroes can live openly, many don’t need ID’s, some have given them up. Look to Marvel and how well they do it. These men and women do jobs that don’t require jumping through hoops like Superman and his news room reporter job requires. They might be billionaire scientists, supersoldiers, Gods, Kings, aliens but we feel with and for them because their stories are woven in a coherent manner, and their heroism doesn’t have conditions. It has real and truth sacrifice and growth. Superman with Lois is what I call a fair weather hero. He is concerned about himself and his comfort. All is well and he is happy. Things go a little iffy or something happens to her…his ass is useless.

I could go on and on but if your hero’s entire pov and how he views the world and whether he feels connection to a place he grew up in is based on one person he screws as it is with him and Lois…then I cannot support that. So It is not one story. It is a cumulative thing. And it sucks as a fan of Superman because you realizing he might not be what you thought he was nor hoped he could be.

As someone who was drawn to Superman comics on a story based on him dealing with real challenges and loss and trying to be a leader in the face of great odds as in Kingdom Come…I am at a loss what DC is putting out. I feel like the Superman I want to believe in is no longer around. Punching something very hard doesn’t make you a hero. All the League put their life on the line everyday. Just because SM can hit hard does not make them less than him nor their lives less than his. Wonder Woman nearly died in Death of Superman but for him lunching with Lois. He left her in the lurch for Lois on the battlefield in BM v SM, not even knowing if she could handle Doomsday. No good soldier would do that. Heroism is the way you live and choices you make and how you try to make the world better for others even at the expense of your own comfort. I look to other heroes now outside of DC and I am ironically finding what Superman could or should be there. It’s a shame.

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