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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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closer

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

summary: you lost a bet with matt, and he's eager to collect his prize.

warnings: cursing, explicit sexual content (minors dni), blasphemy?? (I think this should be a warning for all my matty fics tbh), slight mentions of pregnancy, fluffy ending

word count: 6.5k

a/n: this is technically a highly requested sequel to hide & seek, but can be read as a stand alone! this is based off the song closer by nine inch nails, which always makes me think of matty when I hear it, and is definitely on the list of songs i'd wanna fuck him to. this is incredibly filthy, but does have a cute ending that ties into the original request. a HUGE thank you to all of you that requested a part 2 that have been so precious and patient. I adore every single one of you. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

[part one]

you let me violate you

you let me desecrate you

Your hands were bound together in prayer as the Devil hovered above you, weaving layers of rope around your wrists in tight labyrinths only he could decipher. You could faintly see various specks of old blood that had stained the once pristine white fibers. It sparked something within you knowing the rope that was currently keeping you in place was once used by your beloved to inflict as much pain and damage as possible when it was tied around his own unrelenting fists.

Once he was satisfied with his work, Matt grasped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head back to gather your attention. The entire apartment was illuminated with the red light coming off the billboard across the street, making you feel as if you had found yourself in the deepest layer of Hell. But the fire simmering in Matt’s eyes couldn’t be hidden beneath the maroon shadow cast over him, and you could tell by the dangerous smirk on his full lips that he would personally make sure you made it to Heaven several times tonight.

After all, that was the deal.

“You remember your safe word, angel?”

“Cherry.”

“That’s right.”

Matt hummed lowly in the back of his throat, lazily dragging the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone. You dropped your bound hands into your lap, lightly pressing your nails into your palms as you waited in anticipation. He quietly let a deep exhale out through his nose, wrapping his hand around your throat just below your neck and giving it a light squeeze.

“Such a shame you didn’t want to behave. I offered you mercy, I want you to remember that. But, you wanted to dance with the Devil instead. You asked for this, and I always give you everything you ask for, don’t I, darling?”

“Yes M-”

Matt quickly slipped his thumb between your lips, pressing down on your tongue as you whined quietly. His fingers wrapped a little tighter around your neck as he tilted his head slightly to the side.

“I need you to understand something, sweetheart. You are no longer my good girl right now. Good girls don’t misbehave, do they? No…good girls listen. Good girls follow orders. But you didn’t want to be my good girl. You wanted to be my whore. So, you are going to take what I fucking give you, and you’re going to take it well, like I know you can. You’re going to earn being my good girl again. I am going to use you as I please. I am going to make you come until you’re begging me to stop, until it hurts, and then I’m gonna make you come again. You wanted the Devil, angel. You got him.”

Matt withdrew his thumb from your lips, smearing the spit that coated it across your mouth. He slowly pushed his briefs down his thighs before lightly slapping his palm against your cheek.

“On your knees. Now.”

You whined softly as you watched Matt’s cock bounce against his lower abdomen once it was freed, moving up onto your knees as quickly as possible. Matt wrapped his hand around your throat once again, using his other to gloss your lips in the precum that leaked from his aching tip. You opened your mouth as widely as you could to accommodate him and hollowed out your cheeks as he pushed as much of his length into your mouth as he could fit. As you began to swirl your tongue around his sensitive head and along the underside, he roughly grabbed a fistful of your hair with his free hand.

“I told you I was going to fuck your throat, didn’t I? Now stay fucking still.”

Matt recklessly thrust his hips against your face, letting out harsh groans when his tip hit the back of your throat over and over. You tried to breathe through your nose as best as you could, whimpering around his cock as tears started to leak down your cheeks. There was drool dripping down your chin and onto your breasts as he used your mouth like a fuck toy, grunting wildly everytime you gagged around him. He chuckled darkly everytime you moaned on his cock.

“You fucking love this, don’t you? You like me using you like this? Treating you like the filthy slut you are? I know you do. I can tell by the way that cunt is leaking on the floor. Open up, nice and wide. You swallow everything, understood?”

You whined desperately in response, squeezing your thighs together as Matt hurried his pace. He looked more like a God above you in the crimson glow than the Devil, but Gods don’t bare their teeth in a wicked snarl as they fuck your mouth. There was nothing holy about the primal hymns echoing from his chest. But there was something divine about the way he claimed you, body and soul, with the same hands he used to punish the corrupt. He growled loudly as he pulled your face flush against his lower abdomen, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself greedily down your throat with one final shout that made you shudder in excitement and trepidation. You eagerly swallowed wave after wave of his warm release, gasping for breath when he roughly pulled your mouth off of his cock by your hair and squeezed your cheeks so that your lips were parted. Matt licked his lips slowly, a wolfish grin spreading over his mouth.

“Let’s go play.”

you let me penetrate you

you let me complicate you

Matt had deftly tied your hands to the headboard above your head and was now using one of his ties to blindfold you. He couldn’t hide the excitement on his features to deprive you of some of your senses. That was what he wanted out of your little game. He had tried to explain to you once how much more intense everything was without all of your senses in tune together, but he insisted on showing you instead. You trusted Matt. You knew he would never hurt you, or push you past your limits. Honestly, you were excited to experience what this was like for him. Obviously your senses were nowhere near as sensitive as Matt’s, but it would give you a better understanding of him. It would teach you what to focus on, where to pay the most attention, how to maximize the pleasure for you both. Plus the thought of being completely at his mercy thrilled you more than you liked to admit.

Settled on his knees in between your thighs, Matt lightly trailed his fingertips along your stomach, which caused you to jump slightly and goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. He chuckled lowly, bringing his fingers down a little lower on your stomach everytime he trailed them up and down, stopping just above where you wanted him most.

“Easy, focus on my voice. Feel me.”

The slight brush of his thumb over your clit had your hips bucking upwards and a startled gasp leaving your lips. You whined as Matt snickered at your neediness, coating his fingers in the wetness that had dripped down your inner thighs.

“Look at what a mess you’ve made. You liked having my cock down your throat that much?”

You tried to angle your hips towards his hand, chasing his touch with a desperate whimper. A harsh slap came down against your pussy and you cried out.

“Answer me.”

“Yes! I-I liked it. Please…”

“Oh, baby. Bargaining already? Tsk tsk tsk. I thought you’d last a little longer than that. I’ve barely even touched you. Don’t you wanna make me proud?”

“Yes…y-yes, please-”

“Then stay still. Take what I give you. Shut the fuck up, and don’t make a fucking sound. The only thing I wanna hear is your pussy soaking my fingers when I say so.”

Matt easily slipped his index and middle finger inside you, setting a brutal pace as his thumb rubbed quick circles over your clit. You tensed up, digging crescent moons deep into your palms and biting down on your tongue so hard, you thought you’d severed it. It was overwhelming. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to pull your hips away, or push them closer towards Matt’s hand. Your heartbeat sounded like booming thunder in your ears, and you wondered if that’s what he heard too. You were so worked up from earlier that you were pathetically close already. Matt was incredibly skilled with his hands, but something about not being able to see what he was doing, only feel it, had you dangerously close to falling apart. Matt’s free hand harshly gripped onto your waist, pushing you down into the mattress as you involuntarily writhed below him.

“Stay still.”

There was a rough edge to his voice, and you had no idea what consequence would follow that warning, but it was an impossible task to comply with. He knew that. You always struggled to stay still, or quiet, when he touched you. But you had refused his mercy once, and he wasn’t offering it again. He slowed his pace to almost nothing, giving you a moment to gather yourself as you sucked a fresh wave of oxygen into your lungs. You hadn’t even come once yet, and you were a wreck.

A strangled moan caught in your throat once Matt resumed his savage assault on your cunt. You turned your head to the side, burying it into the crook of your elbow as you bit down on your own flesh to keep quiet. The sting of your teeth sinking into your own skin did nothing to distract you from the decadent torture of his fingers exploring depths within you that only he could find. Matt moved in closer to sit on top of you, pinning your legs down with his muscular thighs and keeping you spread apart for him. He squeezed your waist roughly as he bent over you, nipping at the skin just beneath your ear.

“I know, baby. I know you wanna scream. Don’t you? Wanna tell everyone how good my fingers feel?”

A sharp whine nearly escaped when he curled his fingers upwards, pressing his thumb roughly against your clit. You choked back a sob as you nodded your head, feeling that band within you threatening to snap.

“You’ve never been able to stay quiet, or still. That was unfair of me to ask, hm?”

There was a teasing tone layering Matt’s words. He was testing you. You tugged at the restraints around your wrists, feeling the rope cut bluntly into your skin. God, it was so close. Maybe if you gave him what he wanted, he’d let you come.

“I…I can. I can do it.”

Matt laughed sinisterly in your ear as your quiet words settled in the space. He lightly brushed his nose along your cheek. The scent of his cologne enveloped you completely, and it made you hazy. You loved his scent. It was intoxicating, and it seemed to make all the logic evaporate from your brain.

“I’m gonna ignore that lie you just told me because I know how badly you want to believe that. What’s the matter, hm? Already trying to be my good girl again? Thought you wanted me to fuck you like a whore?”

A frustrated groan tore through your chest as his fingers pumped quicker inside of you. He slowed his pace every time your walls seized up, removing his thumb from your sensitive bundle of nerves until you could calm down, just to work you back up again when you did. It was a vicious cycle only he could break. Sighing quietly in despondence, you turned your head to the side to nuzzle your face into his neck, lips seeking out any part of his skin they could find. You pressed sloppy kisses along his throat, grazing your teeth softly along his Adam’s apple and inhaling the scent of his cologne deeply. Matt chuckled as he grabbed your face, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip.

“What are you doing, hm?

“Smelling…tasting.”

“What do you smell?”

“You…just smell you. Everywhere. You’re…oh…everywhere. Just you.”

“You can do better than that. Come on, what do I smell like? Focus.”

A soft whimper slipped past your lips as you nestled your face further into Matt’s neck, trying to will your mind to focus. You brushed your nose along his throat, parting your lips as you inhaled deeply.

“Mm…mahogany, and…shit, b-black teakwood. It’s…woodsy but, c-clean. Smells like…oh fuck, smells…like h-home. L-leather…f-from your suit.”

“And what do you taste?”

Leaning in closer, your mouth sought out his jaw, dragging your tongue along the underside slowly. Matt let out a quiet sigh, slowing the pace of his fingers so that you could form coherent sentences. He leaned into you as you traced your tongue down the side of his neck, sucking softly on the patch of skin where his pulse vibrated against your lips.

“Can taste you still…on my tongue. Can taste something salty on your skin…ah…sweat, I think. I-oh god…”

“Very good. That’s very good. What else?”

“Can f-feel your heartbeat…here.”

You placed another sloppy kiss to the pulse point on Matt’s neck, feeling the strong rhythm of his heart thrum against your lips. Matt grabbed your face before you had a chance to sink your teeth into his skin, pressing his forehead against yours as his warm breath fanned over your face.

“Good. I want you to pay attention to the mess you’re about to make. Feel just how wet you get for me when you soak my hand. You can do that, can’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Then fucking do it.”

help me

i broke apart my insides

help me

i’ve got no soul to sell

help me

the only thing that works for me

help me get away from myself

Matt absolutely fucking loved burying his face between your thighs. It was the one place he didn’t have to think. He didn’t even have to pay attention to your body anymore. He knew it like the back of his hand. The only thing that determined the speed at which he brought you to euphoria was usually how impatient he was. But tonight, he had all the time in the world.

Nothing else mattered when he had his lips wrapped around your clit or his tongue delved within your cunt. All he could focus on was you. The thunderous applause of your heart rate, the melodic moans and pleas he coaxed from you, the softness of your thighs pressed against his cheeks, the taste that was wholly and uniquely you that flowed on his tongue and left him insatiable for more.

He couldn’t hardly feel the soreness in his ribs or the ache in his jaw from earlier. Matt tried not to go too hard earlier, knowing he was coming home to play your little game, but he didn’t hold back at all either. He always had a hard time admitting to himself how much he actually enjoyed what he did in the dark. The fear he could smell on his prey and hear in their chest, the feeling of his fist colliding into flesh and bone, the familiar tang of blood in the air. Matt Murdock would never admit it, but the Devil could never deny it. There was a hunger that only the blood of the wicked could satiate.

But he didn’t have to worry about that when he sought absolution from the altar between your thighs. You didn’t care what he’d done or if his soul was worth saving; if he even had one left at all. You didn’t care if you got the man or the Devil when he came home; you loved them both equally. You never turned him away. You never shied away from the darkness inside him. You never denied him what he needed from you. Sometimes the only peace he found was within you. Sometimes getting lost in you was the only thing that helped Matt escape himself. It was the one place he could hide from his own truth. Night after night he would fall to his knees before you, or above you, seeking forgiveness only you could give. He loved to wrap his hand around your neck like a rosary, making you choke on desperate prayers of his name as he worshiped every inch of you, inside and out.

A high pitched cry of his name pulled Matt out of his intoxicated haze. He hadn’t noticed he’d started rutting his hips into the mattress until the loss of stimulation of the silk sheets grazing against the sensitive head of cock had him hissing softly. He also hadn’t noticed that he’d already made you come twice with his mouth until he felt your wetness dripping down his chin and tasted your abundance on his tongue. He never knew when to stop with you. Sometimes he just couldn’t stop. It just felt too fucking good. Matt cocked his head to the side as he stared up at you blankly, noting the rapid rise and fall of your chest as you gulped for air. He could feel the heaviness of your lids and taste the sheen of sweat that covered both of your bodies. The rope brushed along your skin as you tried to move, and Matt suddenly seemed to remember that he was collecting a prize.

“I know you don’t think we’re done. I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

i wanna fuck you like an animal

i wanna feel you from the inside

i wanna fuck you like an animal

my whole existence is flawed

you get me closer to god

Matt languidly rolled his hips as he dragged his cock through your slick folds, reveling in the way you whined every time the head made contact with your clit. He still had your lower half pinned down as he sat on top of you, hands grasped firmly on your waist as he toyed with you. Although, it was just as torturous for him. He ached to be inside you, but he didn’t want to come just yet. He wanted to know just how far he could push you. How far you’d let him. How far he could push himself.

“You could come just like this, couldn’t you?”

“M-Matty…please…”

“I don’t want to hear any fucking begging. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“I…God-”

“He’s not here. He can’t help you.”

Matt speared himself into your welcoming cunt, hissing as your warmth tightened around him. Patience was never his virtue. He threw your legs over his shoulders, allowing him to reach a deeper point within you that had you screaming. He should’ve been concerned with the neighbors. The last thing he needed right now was the NYPD interrupting because they thought someone was in danger.

Fuck the neighbors.

He dug his fingers bluntly into the flesh of your thighs, snapping his hips into you so hard that the sound of your skin slapping together sounded like someone trying to break down the door. The only other thing he could hear over the obscene noise of your cunt swallowing his cock was your voice. Matt loved the sound of your voice. It soothed him in a way he’d never experienced. He loved the way you said his name when you were about to come. It fell off your lips in repetition, getting breathier and higher in pitch the closer you got, like it was the only thing you could remember. The one thing you held onto as you disappeared into the pleasure he conjured. It made his cock swell the way filthy things sounded coming from your angelic voice.

“You’re getting fucked the way you deserve, you understand? Don’t you dare fucking come until I say so.”

“I-I…c-can’t-”

Matt growled loudly as he dropped your legs, leaning forward to grab you by your throat. His fingers wrapped around your neck tightly, pressing firmly into your skin as he squeezed to momentarily cut off your air flow.

“You wanted to be treated like a whore, so I’m fucking you like one. You come before I say so, I will finish myself in your throat and edge you for the rest of the night.”

Matt released your throat as you struggled to breathe again, closing his eyes tightly as he tried to focus willing his own orgasm away. You just felt too fucking good. He faltered for a second as your walls clenched around him, a surprised moan slipping from his mouth. Matt fit so perfectly inside your body, he swore you were handcrafted for him. Everything about you fit perfectly with him. There was no other explanation for your limitless patience, unprejudiced acceptance, or the way your bodies fit together like two perfect puzzle pieces than you being Heaven sent.

you can have my isolation

you can have the hate that it brings

you can have my absence of faith

you can have my everything

Slipping himself from the vice grip your cunt had on him, Matt hissed at the loss of contact as you whined loudly at the emptiness. He carelessly flipped you over onto your stomach, bringing his palm down harshly against your ass as he kneeled behind you.

“On your fucking knees, now.”

“Matty…I can’t-”

Matt slapped your ass harder this time, causing your body to jolt forward as you cried out. He pulled your ass up into the air by your hips, pushing your face down roughly into the pillows so that you were perfectly arched for him. He wasted no time pushing the blunt head of his cock back through your folds, letting his head fall back in a deep sigh as your warmth surrounded him again. He leaned over your body, his chest flush against your back, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he moaned your name quietly into your ear.

A shiver ran through your spine despite the heat that lingered in the room, and he felt your walls tighten around him once again. Matt could feel his sense of control starting to slip and he grasped onto your hips tightly for support. It was getting hard for him to focus on anything other than how perfectly you fit around him. You were the one thing that always grounded him, but he still found himself getting lost in you.

You were the one thing he never had to question or debate. The one thing he would always believe in. The one thing that made him feel whole, and like he wasn’t completely alone. The only one that could calm that thing inside him that was constantly fighting to get out. He was barely moving his hips as he fucked you slowly from behind, feeling dizzy at the way you were whining his name in the silence.

“Fuck…you feel so goddamn good. So fucking perfect.”

Your breathing was just as erratic as his. Your heart was thrashing against your ribcage, but Matt drowned it out as he focused completely on your voice. All the breathy whimpers, the desperate whines, the pleas and songs of praise. His name. He wanted to hear more of his name.

“Tell me how it feels. Come on, be a good girl and tell me.”

“Feels so good, Matty. So good.”

“Grind that ass against me.”

“Matty-”

“Come on, baby. You can do it. Fuck me back. Come on, be a good girl and fuck me back.”

Your hands weakly gripped onto your restraints as you tried to lift yourself up. Matt wrapped his arm around your waist to support some of your weight as you started to roll your hips back against him.

“Fuck…fuck, slow. Slow…baby, slow.”

You could hear in Matt’s voice he was nearly as gone as you were. It sent a shockwave through your nervous system, allowing you to find a tiny surge of strength to move your hips back and forth against him like a lazy tide. He grabbed your hair by your roots, pulling you back forcefully against him so that your head rested on his shoulder. His lips and teeth left greedy marks all over your neck and along your collarbone as he spoke lowly in your ear.

“You’re gonna make me fucking come. Gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up?”

A loud moan escaped your mouth at his words, and you felt his hips starting to move in tandem with yours as his grip tightened on your hair.

“Come on baby, let me come inside. Please…please, baby. Don’t you want that? Don’t you want it all?”

“Yes…please…please, Matty. Want everything.”

“That’s a good girl. That’s my good fucking girl. You can have it. You can have everything. Take it like I know you can.”

help me

you tear down my reason

help me

it’s your sex i can smell

help me

you make me perfect

help me become somebody else

Matt was absolutely lost within your body. The logical part of his brain had been shut down completely and he was acting purely on instinct. The scent of your arousal and need was everywhere and it was driving him absolutely fucking crazy. He couldn’t hardly distinguish his own scent from yours at this point. He couldn’t think straight or clearly at all. He wasn’t sure if you could either, or maybe you just didn’t care about the consequences.

You hadn’t lied. You told him you wanted him, wanted everything. You meant that. But would you regret it when the post-sex haze cleared? Would he? He knew you were it for him. He knew he wanted you for the rest of his life. You made him better. Maybe if you had a ring on your finger and his child in your belly he wouldn’t have to escort you every time to order drinks at Josie’s, or leave you in Karen or Foggy’s care when he had to leave so that some asshole couldn’t try to hit on you. You made him better. Would he be a good husband? God he would fucking try. He’d do anything to make sure you were happy. You two had made it work this far, hadn’t you? You handled everything life threw at you together. You always made it work.

Could he be a good father? He’d have you. You had a natural instinct for taking care of people. You’d make an amazing mother. You believed in him. He knew what a good father was, he’d had a great one. He’d have a whole new purpose in life as a father. He’d have another person that made him better. Another person that loved him fully and wholeheartedly. Someone that wouldn’t know the Devil that lurked beneath, but the good man he tried to be. Someone that would think he was perfect.

“Matty…please…please I can’t-need to…God, please.”

Matt felt your walls fluttering around him. You were close, really fucking close. You couldn’t hold it, and neither could he.

Something snapped inside him at the revelation of his newfound desire. Matt gripped onto your hip and grabbed a fistful of your hair roughly, tugging your head backwards to make you arch your back as he leaned in to growl in your ear.

“You wanted this cock, so fucking take it.”

i wanna fuck you like an animal

i wanna feel you from the inside

i wanna fuck you like an animal

my whole existence is flawed

you get me closer to god

Loud pleas of his name and guttural grunts reverberated through the apartment as Matt fucked you relentlessly. His pace was fast, pistoning his hips at a speed that made your head spin. Every single one of his thrusts was precise, making sure he hit that spot within you that had you seeing supernovas behind your eyelids. All you could do was take it. The rope burned as it rubbed the skin around your wrists raw, but it barely registered in your mind as Matt continued to bury his cock deep within your cunt over and over again.

He gripped your hips with both hands so vigorously, you knew there’d be a perfect outline of them on your skin tomorrow. Your thighs burned from holding yourself up on your knees, and you weren’t sure how long you had before they gave out. You could feel them start to wobble, and Matt must have been able to feel it too. He brought one of his hands up to grab your throat, allowing you to rest some of your weight on his arm as he held you in place.

“That’s it, fucking take it. I know you wanna come, don’t you? Wanna come on my cock? Think you’ve earned it?”

“Yes…y-yes, please. Please Matty…please!”

“Go on, then. Make me proud. Come for me. Let me have everything.”

Matt tried to hold you steady as you started to convulse, the repetitive moans of his name falling from your lips sounding like the sweetest symphony to his ears. He felt a fresh wave of your wetness slicking his own thighs as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, grunting as your pussy clenched around him. He quickened his pace, fucking you even harder as he chased his own release.

“I’m gonna come so fucking deep in this pussy, and you’re gonna fucking keep it there. You understand? You fucking keep it there.”

Incoherent whines left your lips as Matt’s rhythm began to falter, his thrusts becoming sloppy the closer he got. All at once his orgasm hit him like a freight train, nearly knocking the breath out of him, and he let out a violent thunderous yell as he emptied himself completely within your walls. He continued to thrust hazardously into you as he rode out the intensity of his own orgasm, vice-gripping onto your waist to steady himself.

“Fuck fuck fuck…FUCK! Jesus fucking…shit.”

through every forest

above the trees

within my stomach

scraped off my knees

Matt panted heavily as he fell onto his knees behind you, letting his head hang between his shoulders. The head of his cock seemed to throb from overstimulation and he hissed quietly as he tried to regain his bearings. He didn’t wait for the fogginess in his own brain to clear before he started tending to you. Matt expertly unraveled his own trap to free your hands, wrapping his arm around your waist so that he could lay you down gently. He carefully brushed his thumb along the marks on your wrists, pressing featherlight kisses along the irritated skin as he held them against his own chest.

“I’m sorry, my love. Should’ve untied you before I got too carried away. I got something that’ll make it feel better. Are you alright?”

You hummed faintly in response as Matt untied the makeshift blindfold, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead along with the tip of your nose. He retrieved a salve from the bathroom that he applied to your wrists to soothe the sting, keeping his touch light and cautious to prevent further irritation.

“It wasn’t too much, was it?”

You shook your head slowly as his fingertips traced lightly over the spots on your body he was certain he had left marks. Part of him felt guilty for leaving them, for inflicting any kind of pain on you, even if it was in the name of pleasure and he knew that you enjoyed it. A bigger part of him loved it. He hated that he couldn’t see them himself, but he knew they were there. And even if he couldn’t see them, anyone that dared look at what was his would see them. They would be able to see that you were his.

Another wave of possessiveness seemed to fight its way through the current of his haziness and exhaustion, and before he could stop himself his lips were leaving a burning trail of kisses along your skin. He used his tongue to soothe the various marks left along your neck and collarbones, enjoying the way your pulse started to pick up again and breathless sighs left your lips. Your fingers slipped through his hair lovingly as he descended down the mattress, back arching off it slightly when he took one of your nipples into his warm mouth.

“Matty-”

“Shh, it’s alright. Just relax for me.”

Matt had traced your body with his hands many times, committing every detail to memory, creating a map only he could read. As he trailed his open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, a new tide of your arousal hit his senses all over again and had him pressing his forehead against your lower belly, inhaling deeply as a groan resonated throughout his chest. Your body always welcomed him, invited him in, no matter what. Whether he was a good man or a sinner, a gift from God or a curse from the Devil, an honest lawyer seeking justice or the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen seeking retribution, you were there waiting for him.

i drink the honey

inside your hive

you are the reason

i stay alive

Some of Matt’s release had started to leak from your core, and before he even knew what he was doing, he was collecting it with two of his fingers and pushing it back inside you. A startled moan sounded from you at the sudden intrusion, and Matt couldn’t help himself. He wrapped his lips around your clit, massaging it with his tongue slowly as his fingers buried his seed deep within you. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging as hard as you could in your exhausted state as breathless pleas of mercy flew past your lips. He wanted to be selfish, get lost in your taste just once more, but he knew you needed a break. The game was long over. He’d more than collected his prize.

Matt crawled up the mattress to lay beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you up onto his chest, threading his fingers lightly through your hair as he kissed your forehead.

“Sorry, sweetheart. You know I can’t get enough of you.”

“I know you hate when I say you have super senses, but sometimes I really don’t think you’re human.”

Matt laughed loudly as he grabbed the covers to pull them up and drape them over the two of you, hugging you as close as he could and brushing his nose along yours.

“I’m human, I promise.”

“Well you’re a human with super senses and super stamina.”

“Heightened senses. And you.”

“Oh so it’s my fault you’re insatiably horny all the time?”

“As a matter of fact, it is.”

“Objection.”

“Overruled.”

You huffed in exasperation, earning another round of laughter from Matt. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as he bumped your nose with his lightly.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t make plans next weekend.”

Matt tilted his head in your direction when you lifted yours up slightly, a small grin on his lips when he felt you staring at him curiously.

“And why is that?”

Brushing his thumb along your cheekbone, Matt tried his best to fix his gaze where your eyes were, a timid smile settling on his lips as he spoke gently.

“Because you and I are taking a trip upstate.”

You sat up a little straighter, and Matt could hear your heart rate tick up in excitement. He could feel the smile that tugged at the corner of your lips, threatening to take over your entire mouth. God, he’d give anything to see you actually smile just once.

“Wait, what? But-”

“A whole weekend. Secluded cabin all to ourselves. Just you and me.”

Tears began to well up in the corners of your eyes, and Matt could taste the saline in the air. He smiled softly as he cradled your face in his hands, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips.

“But I lost.”

Matt shook his head slowly as he chuckled, pulling back slightly to cock his head as he lifted his eyebrows in question.

“So, you don’t wanna spend a whole weekend with me in a cabin with no one around for miles?”

“No! I mean…yes, of course I do. But…I didn’t win the game.”

“Angel, you were never gonna win the game.”

“Objection, I-”

“Overruled.”

“Stop that.”

Matt grinned widely as he pulled you back onto his chest, grabbing one of your hands to lay your palm flat against his chest over his heart as he sighed happily.

“I was gonna plan it whether you won or not. I know we haven’t gotten to spend much time together lately, and I know that’s my fault. Besides, I could use a vacation.”

“That’s an understatement. I don’t think you’ve ever taken a vacation, Matthew Murdock. I’m surprised you even know what that word means.”

“That’s…fair. Regardless, there’s no one I’d rather take one with than my girl.”

Matt never got tired of hearing the way your heart skipped a beat whenever he called you his girl, told you he loved you, that he thought you were beautiful, how grateful he was for you, or whenever you noticed him enter a room. He didn’t think he ever would.

“I love you, Matty.”

Matt closed his eyes tightly as he held his breath for a moment. Every time you told him you loved him, he felt like he was in a dream he never wanted to wake up from. Your heart was always strong and steady when you said it, even the very first time. There was no hesitation. No room to question it. Just pure honesty.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Matt’s mind was reeling with questions. He wanted to ask you how you felt about what he had done, what you told him he could do. He wanted to know if you saw the same future he did. He’d had an awakening when he was inside you, a moment of true clarity, and he wanted to know if you had too. But he could tell by your slow breathing and the decrescendo of your heart’s rhythm that you were falling asleep. Sometimes he liked to lay beside you and listen to you sleep when he got home from a late patrol, constantly in awe of the angel that was waiting for him. It helped relax him. It reminded him why he kept fighting, night after night. It reminded him he had a reason to make it home night after night.

Maybe he’d ask you tomorrow, or on your trip. There was plenty of time. There was a lifetime waiting for the both of you, and another after that.

tags: @stilldreaming666 @th1ccwinchester @damienhugo @daily-evanstan (I wasn't sure if you last 3 wanted to be tagged or not, if you'd like me to remove you just let me know!)

#matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock fic #matt murdock smut #daredevil #daredevil fic #daredevil smut

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The first sign something was wrong was when the hero opened the door without bothering to check the peephole. Or maybe that was the seventh or eighth sign, after the way the hero had disappeared and the terrible rumors going around and the silence from the Agency and - oh yeah - that dreadful beating they’d taken a month ago from Supervillain that was still being meme-ed and clipped and posted and reposted and -

All right. There were a lot of signs something was wrong, but the hero opening their door first and then their eyes going wide to see who was on their doorstep was the first sign that villain had personally witnessed that something was wrong.

“Nope,” the villain snapped. “Don’t like it.”

“What-” the hero managed to say before the villain’s hand closed around their throat and drove their nemesis backwards into their home, kicking the door shut behind them.

“Don’t like this look you’re giving me,” the villain said and slammed the hero into the wall.

The hero grabbed for their forearm, eyes dim in the gloomy dark. “And what look is that?” they hissed.

“You should be looking at me with fear. Like, oh no! My death is coming!” the villain snarled back. They snapped one cuff around the hero’s wrist, spun them around. The hero staggered. Staggered! The villain huffed and shoved them into the wall again, this time face first, so they didn’t have to see those terrible sunken eyes in hero’s face. “Instead,” they murmured, clamping the second cuff on, “you look at me with relief. Like, oh yay! My death is coming!”

The hero let out a strangled noise not quite a laugh, half-muffled by the wallpaper. “Go on then,” they said. “Guess you won’t get what you want out of me.”

“Oh yes, I will.” The villain dragged the hero down the hall, shoved them onto the couch of their living room. It was a nice low couch, perfect for looming over. “I want you to suffer, hero. And if death is a release, well. I can work with that. Princess Bride or Pride or Prejudice?”

The hero blue screened - their weary defiance smashed into confusion. And, for the first time, a spark of the real hero’s curiosity. “Uh...”

“You want to die? Tough.” The villain grabbed the remote. Luckily the hero was a Luddite, it only took a few seconds to get the TV turned on and streaming services fired up. “Not only will you not be dying, tonight you’ll be subjected to the treacliest of manipulative schlock that Hollywood has to offer. Or are you more of a comedy...” They trailed as off as they opened the hero’s watch history. The hero winced. “I’m sorry. This seems to indicate your most watched movie over the past five years is Planes 2: Fire and Rescue?”

“It’s actually really good,” the hero muttered.

“The sequel to the spin off of Pixar’s worst-?” The villain cut themselves off, jammed the play button. “Right. The instrument of your suffering has been chosen. And apparently my suffering too,” they muttered under their breath, plopping down on the couch next to the hero. “You got snacks?”

The hero was staring at them. Slowly they shook their head. “You’re a liar,” the villain grumbled and reached over them to grab their phone. “I’m ordering pizza and you’re paying for it. Why the hell is that airplane wearing literally a corn costume?”

“Watch the movie and find out,” the hero said. “Can you uncuff me now?”

“No,” the villain said, pulling the hero closer as they searched for the most expensive pizzeria in the neighborhood. “You’re being tortured. Shut up.”

The hero did. And if the villain noticed as the tension slowly left their nemesis’s shoulders, well, there was a terrible movie to distract them both.

#my fiction #hero x villain #heroxvillain #fluff #that one trope #caretaker villain #Planes 2: Fire and Rescue is actually better than it has any right to be #still not a good movie #but villain has committed to the bit #100 #300

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i just read the “rough sex, Husk catching feeling” story of yours & im wondering if you could pretty please make a part 2 🙏

I really thought this was going to end up smutty, but I decided in the end that it wasn't what Husk needed in the moment. He's got feelings, too, and sometimes he just needs a hug. They can fuck again later, it's fine.

Third person, not quite NSFW but still has some spice to it. A sequel to this post. Shoutout to @thorteddy for the original prompt!

It had been about a week since he’d last seen her.

It wasn’t a terribly long time; she’d had her stints before where she’d drop by constantly for a month or so, then vanish for a few weeks. Husk never worried too much when that happened. He simply figured she had other things to be doing. It wasn’t like they were close enough for him to care what she did away from the hotel.

They were close enough to fuck when she dropped by. Just not close enough for him to care where she was otherwise..

At least, they weren’t until Angel had to go and open his mouth.

“I wonder if she lets other guys fuck her like that or if you’ve got special privileges.”

He hadn’t been able to shake that thought ever since Angel said that. Did she see other people? What would stop her from that? Surely not him. He never told her he wanted to be exclusive with her or anything. Why the hell would he have said that in the first place? They were just friends who helped each other with stress relief, and that was all.

Even as he thought that, he couldn’t help but stare at the front door of the hotel as he cleaned up for the night, wondering if this time she’d come through those doors to see him again.

She didn’t. With a frustrated growl, he slammed the last batch of glasses onto the shelf, somehow not breaking any, and stalked off to his bedroom for another night alone.

It’d be another four frustrating days until he’d see her again.

—

It hadn’t even been two weeks since their last intense session, and yet for Husk, it seemed like forever since he held her in his arms. His claws lightly combed through her hair as he kissed her, while her own hands focused their affection on his chest.

“You don’t normally focus on kissing this long,” she observed with a laugh. “You feeling all right?”

Had he been lingering here for so long? He’d lost track of time. “What’s wrong with that?” he protests. “I like kissing ya.”

“I know you do,” she said as she climbed into his lap. “I know what other things you like doing to me, too…” She grabbed his cheeks - fuck her hands were so warm, why was that such a good spot for her to touch - and pulled him in for another kiss. She shifted her hips and started rocking into his waist, moaning as she rubbed against his bulge.

“Hey…” Husk gently grabbed her waist and slid her away from his erection. “Hold on.”

“Are you okay, Husk?” she asked, brow furrowed. “Is something bothering you?”

He took a deep breath before letting that burning question tumble out of his mouth.

“Do you ever fuck anyone besides me?” he asked, so bluntly and out of nowhere that she couldn't help but laugh.

“Husk! Where is this coming from? What, do you have an interested friend? Maybe you want to try a threesome?” She cooed this last suggestion while dragging a finger down Husk’s chest. Her attitude almost got him to pounce her, if only his head wasn’t such a mess right now.

“Was just wonderin’...” he asked as his ears drooped. “It’s not a big deal.”

“I mean… don’t you?” she asked in return. “Surely I’m not the only drunk you’ve picked up in a bar.”

Husk is certain his silence speaks volumes.

“Husk…” She climbed out of Husk’s lap, now that he’s made it clear that this isn’t a good time. “Should I go?”

“No,” Husk said, instinctively grabbing her wrist. “Stay.”

“Did you want to keep making out?” she asked as she sat down beside him.

“...I don’t know what I want,” he admitted after a heavy sigh. “What are we? What am I to you?”

“We’re fuckbuddies!” she responded with a laugh, making Husk’s ears flatten further. “That’s what you wanted, right? When we first met you said you weren’t looking for anything serious, and I wasn’t either, so…” Upon noticing Husk’s discomfort, she spoke more gently. “Isn’t it what you wanted…?”

“I’ve been through a lot of shit, you know?” Husk said. “I’m a divorced old man, and the only mistake my wife ever made in our marriage was not leaving me sooner. I didn’t have relationships figured out with her, and I sure as hell never figured them out after that. It’s hard to when you’re a fucking drunk with a gambling problem. Who’d want to get close to something like that?” He started regretting not bringing a drink up here with him like he normally did when alone. “Of course I wasn’t looking for something else when I met you. I can’t handle anything else.

…but I don’t know if I can handle this, either.”

“Handle what?” she asked, not quite understanding.

“...look. I’m sorry, but I can’t keep seeing you. I’m lying to myself if I try to keep it casual, but I sure as hell can’t drag you down with me.” He sighed again as he let go of her wrist. “You should just go.”

He sat waiting for the bed to lift in her absence. The sensation never came.

Instead, a set of claws started gently rubbing his back. Not so close to his wings to get him frustrated, and not deep with desperate need; just a calming, circular stroke.

“I don’t know if I can do it, either,” she admitted. “Relationships, I mean. It’s been a long time, and I’ve got my own baggage… but can I tell you something?”

“Hm?” Husk didn’t look at her as she spoke.

“It’s true, you’re not the only guy I’ve been with recently…”

Not what he wanted to hear. It took all his willpower not to bristle his fur and growl in jealousy over something that wasn’t even his.

“...but you’re the only one I see regularly.” She scooted closer to him to rest his head on your shoulder. “I don’t know… there’s just something about you. Something I want to know more about. Sure, I’ve been physically attracted to other guys, but I didn’t want to get to know them like I want to know you.”

Husk scoffed. “There’s really not that much to know about me. I’m an old drunk who screwed up my life, and now I’m stuck here.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” she said. “You can’t live as long as you have without having some interesting stories!”

“Is that what you really wanna do?” he asked. “Lay in an old man’s bed while he tells you stories?”

“Who says we only have to see each other in bed?” she asked. “It’s not like you can’t be seen in public with me, can it?”

“Well, no…”

“Then take me on a date tomorrow. It doesn’t have to be anything special. Just show me a place you like, where we can get to know each other. Would you enjoy that?”

Taking her out on a date… maybe a nice lunch at a music hall… Husk couldn’t help but smile at that idea. “Okay. It’s a date.”

“Sounds good!” she said, her bright smile chasing away even a little bit of the dark cloud that always loomed over Husk’s mind. “As for tonight… did you still wanna?”

Husk felt pathetic before the words even left his mouth. “...can we just cuddle tonight?”

Instead of shaming him for the uncharacteristic request for affection, she wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed. “Of course. Cuddling sounds nice.”

“...and can you stay until morning this time?”

“I’ll stay,” she promised, sealing it with a kiss on his cheek.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel husk x reader #hazbin husk x reader #irk blubbers about nothing #irk got asked a thing #irk talks to strangers #irk huskposts

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i didn't realize this needed to be said, but jason doesn't die at the end of UTRH?? not in the comics, or in the movie. and on top of him not dying, bruce does not kill him??

like, this is most obvious in the movie. jason isn't suffering from any potentially life threatening injuries when the building blows up, bruce grabs (or attempts to grab) him, and then they get separated in the explosion. bruce digs through the rubble looking for him and doesn't find him. ambiguous, yes. and there is no sequel to the movie to like definitely prove that he's alive in that universe, but bruce doesn't find his body which is superhero logic 101 for 'this character isn't dead'.

moving on to the comics.

now, this is...not a great look. i'm not a medical professional, okay, and it's not the clearest shot, so i can't sit here and claim with 100% confidence that jason's carotid artery did not get cut in some way. but i can reasonably assume it wasn't, because, well, look:

do you see how deep inside the artery is? and again, not the clearest shot, but it looks like if the batarang was to hit anything, it would probably be the jugular vein.

the jugular vein being cut would bleed a LOT. but, and just to remind you, i am not a medical professional, it would almost definitely not be fatal. while it bleeds a lot, it doesn't bleed enough fast enough. (but that's so much blood!!! yeah ik. it's a comic book. they like drama.) and, if the victim is able to put pressure on the wound, that reduces the bloodflow a lot and the blood is able to clot better, etc. we see jason do exactly that. the amount of blood on the floor doesn't appear to increase a whole lot from the initial gush either. he'd still need medical attention, don't get me wrong, but he's not dying from that.

we can't even assume that he's dead when he drops to the floor because if you pay attention to the panels, jason's moving. his back is initially facing the joker and then by the last panel his back is facing bruce.

anyways, joker blows the building, and we see no bodies. just bruce's silhoutte in the wreckage in one panel, and the narration is cryptic and foreboding. ambiguous, certainly leaves room for fans to come in and what if?

but dc answers the question about whether or not jason is alive almost immediately. i say almost because infinite crisis takes over immediately after batman 650. because of this, there is no neat follow through directly after the events of utrh, because instead we get One Year Later. (they just went big event!! no resolution!! gap year!! perfection!! pure brilliance.) so does jason pop up in batman's first issue OYL? no, but he does in nightwing's. dick seems somewhat surprised to see him, but i honestly think it has more to do with dick being surprised that the person running around nyc killing people in a nightwing costume is jason than him being surprised jason is alive.

so we know he lives. big whoop. how the hell do i know that he didn't just get dragged into another Lazarus Pit for a refresh while infinite crisis was happening? i don't. i mean, if i remember correctly, all the pits were destroyed by bruce and bane, except one, and at the time i don't think the location is known? point is, would've been hard to get to one.

but the biggest reason, aside from everything else, the way i know jason did not die temporarily again in the comics, is that it requires assuming one of three equally improbable outcomes.

outcome 1: jason doesn't survive the explosion, because he's incapacitated and bruce tries to save him, but fails. why is this improbable? because literally what is the point in telling that story again if you're just going to have jason pop up alive again basically as soon as he can. bruce certainly feels like he's lost jason post-UTRH, but not in a my-son-is-dead way, in a my-son's-lost-his-way way.

outcome 2: jason doesn't survive the explosion, because he's incapacitated and bruce chooses not to save him in that moment. bruce, who has only gotten himself into that situation to begin with because he was trying to save his son, decides to let him die at the last moment. bruce, who has been haunted by finding jason's body in the smoldering remains of a warehouse for years, allows history to repeat itself when he's right there and he can save him this time. bruce, who will always try to save someone, even the joker, even if it means risking his life.

outcome 3: the batarang sliced jason's carotid artery and he bled out and died...at the hand's of batman. batman, who does not kill. batman, who has never killed. batman, who refuses to take life, decides to break his one rule in the spur of the moment to kill his son and save the joker? oh, but, maybe it was an accident. maybe he didn't mean to cut jason that deeply with the batarang. maybe, for the first time in batman's many years of precise batarang throwing, he messes up and whoopsie, kills someone.

maybe, let's set the batarang down for a sec and pick up occam's razor- we know that jason is alive post-utrh. there is a crap ton of hoops to be jumped through and rules broken to explain how jason might've died, and then you've got to figure out how he's alive again. it's a much simpler path of logic to follow that jason was injured, survived the explosion, and that is how he is still alive post-UTRH.

look. you can dislike how bruce chose to handle jason's ultimatum. you can explore the what-if-it-had-happened-this-way in fanfic or posts. but you cannot claim that jason canonically died at the end of Under the Red Hood. it's just not true. and claiming it's true directly contradicts immutable canon foundations. there is a lot you can say about bruce wayne, about batman, that are canonically true, but he is not a murderer.

plus, i mean, c'mon, if jason had died at bruce's hands, do you really think he'd never bring that up? you really think his petty, dramatic ass would keep his mouth shut about his father killing him to save the joker? you think the hero community would find out that batman killed his son and just be casual about it?

from here (Green Arrow #70), we at least know that ollie knows about their fight, which if he knows the whole justice league probably knows. (there might be a comic out there were bruce discusses it with them, idk.) it seems like ollie was under the impression that jason was dead again, or maybe not in good enough shape to be running around in a costume. interpret as you want. ollie being under the impression that jason is dead would fall under outcome 1 imo, maybe 2 if you want to imagine that bruce fudged some details when he filled in the other heroes, if you're assuming he decided to do that. i haven't read a whole lot of comics where bruce is interacting with non-gotham heroes, but it is my understanding that bruce is not exceptionally forthcoming with info. personally, i think ollie asking for clarification comes more from a place of green arrow writers not assuming that green arrow readers know what's up with batfam comics, but that they might've heard about UTRH and so they're just going, yep there was an explosion, no jason isn't dead. bottomline- there's no way ollie will be working with bruce, especially with mia, if he thinks bruce is a killer.

look. you can dislike how bruce chose to handle jason's ultimatum. you can explore the what-if-it-had-happened-this-way in fanfic or posts. but you cannot claim that jason canonically died at the end of UTRH. it's just not true. and claiming it's true directly contradicts immutable canon foundations. there is a lot you can say about bruce wayne, about batman, that are canonically true, but you cannot say he is a murderer.

#jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #batman #under the red hood #dc comics #engage with canon as much or as little as you please #headcanon what you want #but if you're going to make claims about canon please don't spread outright lies #there's plenty of canon angst and trauma in jason and bruce's relationship #i promise #bruce doesn't need to kill him #for things to be rocky

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What are some of your favorite novelas, Petty? I grew up loving them too and personally I will ALWAYSSS show up for anything Fernando Colunga is in!

Anon, I'm not giving you some of my favorites. No. I'm giving you my favorite - If you know this bitch (affectionate and derogatory), you KNOW where this is going!

For all the BL people, this is why @italianpersonwithashippersheart, @lukaherehelp, and I are having no qualms about Twins or Playboyy.

Telenovelas, soap operas, y lakorns have trained us well for these shenanigans and hijinks.

Why y'all can't remember twenty-two people's names is beyond me, but I had them down the first episode.

Why y'all don't like the tonal whiplash is odd to me because for me, ten minutes on one couple is TOO MUCH TIME. Six minutes, TOP, and move on to the next one.

Someone getting stabbed in one scene then the next scene being someone celebrating at a birthday party is the way I like my shows, and don't let that person be getting stabbed AT that birthday party because that is my bread and butter.

Oh, and TWINS!

My favorite show includes all of these fine points, and it's the 1998 Mexican telenovela called

La usurpadora

Somewhere in fictional hell, Soraya Montenegro from María la del Barrio is pissed as fuck.

The plot: Paola is a rich bitch and wants to leave her husband for her evil lover but can't figure out how.

¡Sorpresa, cabrona! She meets a worker who looks just like her while on vacation or some shit.

Paulina is the other woman and she is too poor to contour. Therefore, rich bitch Paola convinces kind and caring Paulina to be her stand-in. Paola tells Paulina she will live the best life and be rich, while Paola can be free. It's a win-win.

¡MENTIRAS!

Paulina refuses! So Paola blackmails her into doing it, and with her mother dead, her fiance gone, and no job (since she was fired as part of Paola's blackmailing scheme), Paulina is forced to take the offer. This is like episode 2 out of 102.

In the next 100 episodes, we get forty-five other characters who are all important to the plot, amnesia, cheating, murder attempts, Paola pretending to be paralyzed, Paulina GOES TO PRISON, someone discovers they are actually twins (no duh!), and a crap ton of more drama.

Oh, and the car crash!

But God got Paulina, so she good. Even in the sequel when she had cancer, pero no, she was just pregnant.

The show is based on a 1971 Venezuelan telenovela that was adapted from the book La Intrusa, and has since had several remakes. One was in 2019, which made Paulina Colombian (or was she always Colombian?), and A MUSICAL THIS YEAR!

It holds a 96% rating on Rotten Tomatoes because the people know this was a 🎁🎁🎁 from God, and it is not up for debate because it featured men dancing around singing Celia Cruz's "La vida es un carnaval" y Selena's "Bidi Bidi Bom Bom." This movie is the moment.

The lead is Cuban actress Isabella Castillo Díaz who played in America and México's co-produced telenovela ¿Quién es quién?, which is basically the boy version of La usurpadora because of the twins plot. Do you see the theme?

But back to the musical, which also features Drag Race superstar, Valentina. If you know this bitch (affectionate and derogatory), you KNOW!

The 1998 version and musical both embrace the camp of it all. The music in the original 1998 version was peak telenovela, and even if you don't speak Spanish, readers, just watch the first minute of this video. I promise you it will be worth it, and it will give you three perfect examples of the *vibes* I'm always rambling about.

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So, yeah, Anon, I hope this explains a lot of about my taste in BLs. I'm here for a show, not the show. Soraya understands.

#la usurpadora #it is the best #I love it a lotta

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still-a-morosexual-help · 10 months

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Here's MY thoughts on the love island the game's seasons, for no reason other than I want to:

Also because the majority of the people following me are here for OM! & I want to drag more people down into the litg hell with me :)

Season 1: why is everyone so bitchy for no reason????? Talia & Jake are okay but other than that it's meh... don't really like the art style either

Season 2: Immaculate. Chef's kiss. They hit a high they never reached again. Somehow managed to balance the drama & the found family aspect and created a dynamic where you can actually believe everyone is friends and having fun even if sometimes they try to kill each other. Characters are flawed but generally decent people who are allowed to grow throughout the season. You get the option to make MC a bi gym-bro who can devour an entire cake in one sitting and bench press her partner. There's a reason this got two sequels.

Season 3: It's fine ig. Short and kind of boring. Nothing much happens. AJ is so cute though she almost makes up for it.

Season 4: Honestly a close 2nd favourite. We get a lot of character backstory and like s2 it touches on some serious issues. The season with some of the funniest moments/lines of dialogue - multiple moments where I just laughed out loud. I'm still only half way through it but the "villain" is just straight up mean for no reason and doesn't get any character development like the characters in S2 but makes up for it by having some of the funniest interactions with other characters and I was so sad to see her go. Also the season where I desperately wish MC was allowed to be in an open relationship till the very end and finish off the season in a polycule with every other islander who was in the love "triangle"s of the the season because this was the hardest season to pick a LI - Najuma is just all around amazing, Bruno is sweet & funny, Tom is so pathetic* MC & Thabi's friendship is also the best thing? It's great seeing a platonic relationship that is as loving (if not more so) than the romantic relationships. It's literally:

Season 5: Psychological horror. The producers said 'hey wouldn't it be funny if we torture this woman on national tv' and then committed to the bit. My memories are hazy because even though I only played it earlier this year it upset me so much I did my best to block most of it out but also I'm 100% sure there was actual galighting happening. Don't know why MC stuck around till the end because all she's gonna be able to use the money for is to pay for her therapy. Anyway I think MC should have been allowed to brutally murder everyone, she deserved it <3

Season 6: I liked the concept but I think they should have utilised it more. I'm still right at the very beginning (around ep 9) and I KNOW the general consensus from everyone who has reached the last eps seems to be that Amelia sucks MAJOR ass. But look, this is the first time a game has given me a MC with a canon family member who is also part of the game so in my opinion Amelia could commit war crimes and she's still be the most precious little uwu ever because I'm activating MC's insanely overprotective oblivious to all faults ""big"" sister mode

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*I just played more of S4 and holy shit someone needs to get this man away from his parents and also maybe get him some therapy jfc

Edit 2:

** youcef, mc & valentina helping tom figure out he likes flowers and pink and tie-dye clothes and makeup and being complimented and called pretty and getting hugs is getting to me okay his parents better watch the show and see their adult son finally discovering himself and what he likes instead of what they think he should like and finally being able to let loose and have fun without worrying about what others think of him and finally being happy and they better get some sense knocked into them OR he should go to therapy and realise that no matter how much he loves his parents their love and regard being so conditional to the point that he's hidden his entire personality and is now so extremely self-conscious of it whenever it does manage to peak out, that he nearly cries on national tv after a practical stranger compliments those hidden bits is not good. Also the man has some of the most insane repressed queer vibes???? What do you mean he sees a canon nonbinary person wearing a floppy hat and is reminded of the floppy hat he loved as a child that his father threw away and replaced with a baseball cap and then when he "lost" the baseball cap his father bought him the exact same one again

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*** i was 100% sure i was going to get mc to stick with najuma (dorky mischevious goth who is so so bad at flirting hello!!!?) but i got caught by "sad & shy with serious self-worth issues hidden badly behind an overconfident exterior (who blushes & gets flustered easily because he so rarely receives genuine praise/compliments) experiences postive regard for the first time and loses his shit" for the third fucking time

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Okay but why does Dylan get (rightfully) called out by everyone in S4 for all the bullshit he does to MC from blatantly lying to her to not listening when she says "No" But in S5 when Suresh (admittedly, more subtly) pulls off the same shit no one says anything, even MC's "friends" don't believe her.

In S2 when Luke/Henrik gets a little too forceful after MC says no, he gets called out by MC's partner and immediately apologises

In S4 when Dylan does the whole "stop pretending you don't want me" routine after MC rejects him multiple times, the rest of the islanders band together and basically chase him off the island

In S5 when Suresh pulls literally the same thing from the very first episode itself but none of the other islanders believe MC, and Suresh keeps getting to do this until almost the very end while also managing to constantly play hot & cold with MC and chase away all of MCs other romantic interests

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An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

Hey all! Thanks so much for tagging me @wellbelesbian, @aristocratic-otter, @valeffelees, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @ivelovedhimthroughworse and @iamamythologicalcreature! You’ve all correctly determined that I am procrastinating writing.

1. 🐬Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)

I actually don’t have any that are named at this point. Titles and tags are really difficult for me and I put both off to the last minute and second-guess myself into hell

2. 🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___=___”

Popular movie retelling + flying goats = Baz and Dev have A Spot of Bother

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

Wraaaugugh, see #1 :P. I don’t know, in seriousness, I think the WIP mentioned above will end up getting a tag for sexual harassment or something like that given the nature of one necessary scene in the movie it’s based on. It’s not going to be worse than the source material, which is PG-13

4. 🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

Oh, to have so many ideas for titles that there’s ever an alternative lying around to spare :(

5. ⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

I’m pretty likely to finish a sequel to Field Trip of Dreams (SEE WHAT I MEAN about titles?) this week. The eighth years are off on another field trip—this time it’s a weekend training excursion with the Mage. Baz and Simon have been dating for the short time that’s passed since FToD, but they manage to get in a fight on the bus trip to Scafell Pike, and when it turns into a sort-of-tussle the Mage mistakes it for actual animosity and sends them off to a secluded cabin to bang (I mean work🙄) it out. Absolutely everybody but Davy—including the other teachers—knows exactly how much of a “punishment” this is

6. 💾 What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you've saved it as)

Practical magic au

7. 🖍️Post Any sentence from your wip

“Shut up, Gareth!” we shout as one, Snow adding a few brutish threats as Gareth pales and turns back around in his seat.

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

I actually can’t remember. I don’t plot my writing out very extensively so in a sense there’s hundreds of little scrapped thoughts rather than anything huge. I’m eliminating a lot of things with my crucible marriage fic, but it’s hard to say right now what’s actually gone or just being moved around. I know a major one I’ve been battling with is that prior to getting dragged off to Pitch Manor by his new husband Baz, I want Simon to have been living with Penny in a flat of their own, but for another aspect of the story I want him to have been living with the Mage in Watford (which is an au mage’s settlement in the fic) as well. There’s ways to work around it for the results I want, I just haven’t written it out yet.

9. 🤔What's a story you'd love to write but haven't even started yet?

I’m pretty sure I have at least a few lines written down for everything I want to write

10. 🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

Oh, man…actively, probably the field trip one and my COBB. Somewhat less actively: a reverse COBB fic, a sequel to Monsters Under the Bed, a sequel to After Hours where Simon makes good on his promise to despoil Baz on his office desk, and my unending crucible marriage fic. Less active than that: a fic response to a prompt for Simon being the one kidnapped and Baz has to rescue him. There’s probably (cough*definitely*cough) some pretty messed-up OOC smut stuff lying around in my docs as well, that I add to when I’m in the mood and have zero plans to ever post

11. 🛠️Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

I keep telling myself to just write and stop worrying about this for the moment, but I’m kind of bumming myself out worrying about whether I want to use first or third person, as well as past or present tense, for my COBB. I think the issue is that some scenes are bound to play out better one way while others would be better served differently. This is not usually a thing I struggle with.

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

🥰

This was fun! (Once I stopped putting it off, lol). No pressure tagging (and sorry if I get anyone who’s already done it): @cutestkilla, @mooncello, @artsyunderstudy, @prettygoododds, @drowninginships, @hushed-chorus, @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @youarenevertooold, @ileadacharmedlife, @facewithoutheart, @imagineacoolusername, @ic3-que3n

#ask game #ask game for writers #procrastination #tag game #SnowBaz #SnowBaz fanfic #works in progress #wip

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lunchtimebedamned1997 · 1 month

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Fanfic Recommendations, Installment #1!

This is a long one! But even if you don't read all of my words here, you should definitely read theirs!

. ★.`.☆...☆.`.★ .

It feels as though it would be some sort of terrible crime not to highlight the most wonderful fic series that has been circulating its way through the Hazbin Hotel fandom over the last little stretch of time. Yes indeedy, I’m speaking of nothing other than the meteor shower series by spoondrifts on A03 (and ofc as @cringefailvox here on lovely tumblr!)

This enthralling little series is currently comprised of two parts; time has changed the metaphor and its sequel, dragging its tail in the sea.

Herein we get the most delectable example of polyam, QPR, label-less goodness that I dare say there has been a gaping lack of up until now! (and if I am mistaken, I am happy to be so so wrong so long as you send all those good fics my way!!! My perceptions are fallible)

And who might make up the delightful QPR trio featured in this story? Why, none other than our most beloved Alastor, Rosie, and Vox!

I will admit to you, my dear reader, that I was skeptical of how this trio would function together. A fool, even. But the fanart (here for pt.1 fanart) (and here for pt.2 art) drew me in, it delighted me, and the writing, well, the writing simply blew me away.

How lovely it is to sit down and read such gorgeous, thoughtful, and perfectly complicated renditions of these characters. One that deeply explores the bounds of non-traditional connections, and the twisting, complicated ways we can come to find others in our hearts. Because it seems that even in hell, there can be things that make you feel foreign amongst your peers. That is, if you don’t let yourself be known.

The way Spoondrifts dives into the mentality of the three characters is such a joy to read that I scarcely think I have adequate words to express how exactly it is I feel.

To be Queer in any form is such a varied array of experiences, indescribably vast; and while labels can often be a freedom for some, especially as a place of belonging, or a reaffirmation of identity – or even simply that labels often act as a gateway to community and support – there are many that feel labels restrict them. That those labels are another set of rules they don’t fit neatly into, a chafing reminder of common-society’s boundaries in a place that is supposed to offer refuge.

This is precisely why many have embraced and reclaimed the word "queer" itself as a catch-all term for ‘outside the cis-het bubble’.

Yet, we often jump, especially in fiction, to labeling exactly who and what a character may be. Defining their relationships with immense detail, and fighting ruthlessly over canon vs. fanon vs. fanon-but-less-popular. Yet, here in this fanfic, we see a shining example of the complicated web of queer experiences. Of connection. Of love and care.

A refreshing lens to be sure.

It is a story that says ‘these characters are enough, as flawed and rotten and lovely as they are, and so are you.’ – and isn’t that the very crux of this fandom itself? Is the commentary on Christian religion and the people that claim to uphold it, not in and of itself a similar thing? A story that says ‘you can be terrible and wonderful. You can be awful and be loved. You can be different and be whole.’

In watching the series itself, there was something cathartic for me, too personal for me to write in too great of detail in the here and now. But it made me feel loved. It made me feel like even if I wasn’t perfect, I could still have worth. That I could make mistakes, and still be allowed the grace of second chances if I’m willing to learn and grow from any of the mistakes I'll inevitably make on this complicated journey of life. And so, so much more.

That is how this fanfiction made me feel. Loved. Warm. Safe. Free to be a mess of a human (because aren’t we all?). And still at the end of the day be worthy. To, someday, be loved and cared for in whatever ways I need. That none of us are too much or too little.

I’ve been straying away from labels myself over the years, knowing I fit into a few different nooks and crannies within our vast umbrella, but not quite vibing with a lot of the words anymore. Life is, after all, a journey of discovery; and I’d be a fool to say I know and understand all of myself when I’m not yet even 24 – and fics like this, this fic, made my chest ache in the way the thought of kissing a woman once did. Maybe there’s something there for me to discover, maybe there isn’t. Perhaps it’s just my neurodivergences and my queerness aligning into a desire - and deeply rooted fear - for being seen.

But regardless of how you do or don’t identify, I think anyone would feel a deep fondness for the bonds within this story – though if you align with any of it yourself, it may of course hit you even more profoundly.

The pacing of the story is beyond impeccable and it never once feels stuck in a ‘set of locations’. The world of the pride ring feels sprawling and alive within these words despite spending most of our time within Rosie’s domain.

The care and thought that was given to each character and their depictions - just, damn. Every action felt grounded, understandable for each individual character, and kept you wanting more of each and every bit. Elements of canon were woven into a beautiful tapestry of fanon that feels so real and so right, that if Viv said it was true in a parallel version of Hazbin-Hell, I would believe you in a heartbeat.

The three characters play off of each other beautifully and enticingly, without sacrificing an ounce of what makes them (particularly Al and Vox) ripe for a good ‘you fucking dumbass, get it through your head’ shoulder-shake.

I can’t say too much more without simply gushing over every sentence and ruining the experience for those who have not yet read it, but let me just say: wow. As well as: Thank you, Spoondrifts. What a lovely gift you’ve given us. Thank you for your words. For this exploration of relationships, and hearts that beat a little funny.

#fanfic recs #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fanfiction review #radiostatic #radiorose #alastor #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #lunchtime rambles #lizzie rambles #ltbd rambles

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Okay okay okay first thoughts on the Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves movie, with my best effort to avoid spoilers this time.

I had a blast watching it. I loved seeing the practical costumes and makeup for the creatures and I loved seeing the different ways spells were interpreted. And I did tear up a few times! Nearly full cried, but definitely got emotional on several points which is almost always a good sign for me.

I did not expect how the story played out the way it did. It was marketed definitely as a GOTG-style movie but Fantasy(tm) which both is and isn't what we got.

The whole thing felt like a campaign, or maybe the first arc of a campaign, but squeezed into a 2 hour and 15 minute movie. That being, it felt like a fast pace mostly because they sped-run the traveling bits with some gorgeous montage shots. Mostly fine by me, but at some points, it definitely felt like the scale of the world and time was off. It's by no means unique to this movie, and definitely not unique to the movies this film is emulating in spirit.

It's got somewhat of an Indiana Jones/Goonies/The Mummy/even OG trilogy Star Wars vibe in that certain logics are hand waved in order to get to the good stuff (tm), but it isn't unforgivable nor a detriment to the enjoyment of the film.

The characters are all very enjoyable, each in their own ways. I wish we spent just a bit more time on each of them, but there's the rub with ensemble films. And truth be told, to no one's surprise, Chris Pine's character Edgin gets the most prominent focus. I was surprised, however, at the focus Hugh Grant's character Forge had, especially compared to Rege Jean Page's Xenk.

Forge is a very charismatic antagonist, who has a lot more to do in the story than I anticipated, and definitely is a delight to watch onscreen. Hugh Grant dips a bit hammy into his performance but it's in a fun way that reminds of a Saturday morning cartoon. Smarmy, not entirely serious, but occasionally shows a hint of the person beneath, good and bad.

I found myself a little disappointed that Xenk got a really interesting focus, with an emotional and engaging background, and then seemed to not get a satisfying conclusion to that focus. He felt like a guest player character, rather than a full time player character, like the others in the group. While it does still tie up in a self-contained story, I'm hoping this movie does well enough to maybe explore into his journeys beyond this one. They did say that he is the Archetypal Hero that doesn't really fit with the rest of the group, so I suppose that was their way of saying he isn't permanent, which is fair. And while watching I definitely felt it, and wondered how he would be past his point and if he would have dragged the story in a different direction than it needed. (Or maybe if he was too much of a higher level than they were to justify keeping him around.) But that still didn't keep me from wanting to see more of his character later down the line.

Justice Smith's Simon has a nice self-esteem arc, and I enjoyed watching his growth through the movie. He also has an interesting backstory that sort of gets played with, but has plenty more room to grow, and I also want to see more of him and his character.

Sophia Lillis' Doric is a lot of fun and strikes me as a Circle of the Moon druid. She gets a small, engaging focus of her own, but in keeping with the pacing and the ensemble directed at Edgin, I find myself wanting more of her as well.

Doric and Simon are paired up, sort of, and I'm not entirely sure if it works since they don't get too much time, but such is the curse of a fast-paced ensemble film. Hell, Casino Royale was barely an ensemble film, if you count the sidekicks and villains, and Bond got a life-and-sequel-movie-altering romance that was built through the whole thing and I didn't feel like the relationship had enough there by the time she was killed at the end of it, so mileage may vary I suppose.

Michelle Rodriguez's character Holga was also a delight to watch. She's not the lowest of Intelligence but she for sure rolled a nat20 on heart. (Yes I'm keeping that.) It may be since I've been watching a lot of the Mighty Nein campaign, but she reminds me a lot of Yasha. And given that this movie was filmed during the pandemic, and the people behind it are huge nerds themselves, it may be very likely they were in part inspired by Yasha when writing Holga. Who could say?

But Holga holds up the party with Chris' Edgin, and they have a great dynamic with each other. Edgin is the bard, and while he doesn't have his own colorful Bigby's Hand, he certainly and deftly weaves the story as his class is wont to do. And I worry for his lute because he swings it around like it's a sword sometimes and every time I think it's going to break.

The writing is fairly tight, fast pacing aside, and there are plenty of laugh-out-loud moments and heartfelt moments. I want to see deleted scenes for this movie because I just want more of this story and these characters. And I feel like some things may have been trimmed that might have bloated a scene or two, but also would have been good to see. Hard to say at this point, but that's the vibe I get.

Overall, this movie is so much fun and worth going to see in theaters, more than once if you can. There is so much love in this story and it is absolutely felt when watching. You can definitely have fun with it if you have no experience with Dungeons and Dragons, if you're only familiar with separate properties like Critical Role or Dimension 20 and not so much the Classic Stuff(tm), or if you're a hardcore fan. There's good content in here for everyone, and it's treated well, and it treats its audience well.

If I were to give it a score as a movie, I would err on the side of 8.5/10. It's far from perfect, but it's a hell of a lot of fun and really well put together. Seeing it with friends/family in an engaged theater I would bump it up to a 9 or a 9.5.

I will be seeing it again, so I am going to reserve any Spoiler/Context-Specific Thoughts for after that time comes, and I will be interested to see how my experience with the movie changes depending on the theater and who I see it with, as I went alone this first time. But I'm very glad I saw it and look forward to seeing it again, and I hope they do get more opportunities to tell more stories in this world and other of the D&D worlds.

Both this cast, and John Francis Daley and Johnathan Goldstein as writer/directors, and all the people who worked on this movie, hit one out of the park and I would be very excited to see what more they could bring.

#flowerspeak #long post #dungeons and dragons honor among thieves #dungeons and dragons #dnd #d&d #movie review #reviews #dungeons and dragons movie #dungeons and dragons: honor among thieves

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showtoonzfan · 1 year

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My thoughts on the upcoming Disney brand sequel movies:

Zootopia 2: Hell yes, this is one of those Disney movies I believed actually DESERVES a sequel, unlike movies like Wreck it Ralph 2, The Incredibles 2, or Toy Story 4, because I actually thought the originals had decent or satisfying conclusions and we didn’t need more. However Zootopia is one of my favorite modern Disney movies, and there’s so much more to explore and expand regarding this world and it’s characters, and since there’s a shitload of issues going on in the world right now, I’m confident this sequel will touch up upon another great lesson and handle it really well because Jared Bush and Bryon Howard are very good directors and writers in my eyes.

Inside Out 2: FUCK yes. This has got to be the one I’m the most excited for. I can see why some people are skeptical because some think it could be another “Turning Red” where they focus on puberty regarding a teenage girl, and yes that seems to be the route Inside Out 2 is making, but I personally have no problem with that, for me it’s all about how good the first one was. I could honestly write a whole essay on how well written this film was and the emotional impact it had on me as a person. The lesson that being sad is okay, not just sad…but embracing your other emotions and allowing yourself to feel those other emotions is SUCH a good moral to teach younger kids, and the way they handled that lesson was just amazing in my opinion. Inside Out has got to be one of my favorite if not THE favorite modern Pixar films I’ve ever seen, and I’m confident that the second film will be just as good. I can’t wait.

Frozen 3: I’m not really passionate about Frozen, I remember being dragged to the theater to see the first movie when it came out, and while the movie was obliviously flawed in many areas, I do think it’s deserves its praise here and there, wether you think it was handled well or not I’ll always applaud the film for at least attempting to write a complicated sister dynamic, and yes…most of the songs are really good. I never saw the sequel but good GOD I heard about the production issues it went through, going through many rewrites and scrapped content (that btw, was better than the end result) and how the team was STILL working on it a mere month or two before the film would release. They made an entire documentary about it and how it was hell for everyone, and I couldn’t help but feel really bad. Despite me not really caring for this franchise, I think Frozen deserves a third movie because with the right amount of time and effort, they can possibly create a better movie.

Toy Story 5: No. Just no. We don’t need any more, while I never saw the 4th movie because even THEN I thought there didn’t need to be any more, in SOME way, from what I’ve seen it did try to pull off a satisfying conclusion, especially for Woody’s character. However I will admit, the audience reactions were always split between saying it was really bad and not needed, to how it was really good and a perfect sendoff. All of that doesn’t matter now however, since they’re making another one and this is a sequel I can clearly tell Disney is just doing for the money. I always hate it when people take a franchise I used to love dearly and then just DRAAG it for way too long, like Despicable Me or Hotel Transylvania. No matter how good the franchise, no movie like these should be going up to 5 freaking sequels and all, that’s just ridiculous. I’d say “wait and see” but I’ve honestly lost passion for this franchise, in my opinion the third movie ended with a really good conclusion for everyone and they should have stopped there.

#Disney #Walt Disney #movies #animation #walt disney animation studios #Pixar #Disney Pixar #frozen 3 #zootopia #Zootopia 2 #toy story #toy story 5 #inside out #inside out 2 #disney animation #Disney movies #unrelated

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anxiescape · 7 months

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I know you got some. Plz share

THREE?!?!?!

Okay, here goes!

#1: Paralyzed (I know people have been waiting for this fic. 😅)

The door to his room flew open, but they were too late. Macaque slipped into the shadows below him, leaving behind the stuffy hospital room and the asshole that had put him there. There was no way in all the levels of Hell he was going to let anyone nurse him back to health. And definitely not Wukong of all people. But just as Macaque’s head sunk below the inky black surface, something—or someone—grabbed the back of his hospital gown. He was dragged out of the darkness like a fish on a line, and he began to thrash and flail (to the best of his ability) as he resurfaced in the hospital room. He tried to tear himself from the stranger’s grasp, but they held fast, and as he caught a glimpse of golden fur he began to curse badly enough to make a sailor blush. Damn that cursed ape, damn him!

#2: To Hell and Back (the bad end sequel to Peach Blossoms.)

This is more notes than written fic. Mostly just dialogue. In this scene, Wukong has made his way down into the Underworld, and he is bargaining for Macaque's life and freedom.

King Yama: If you are willing to take his place—to suffer the price of each and every one of his sins, and take all of his punishments upon yourself—then we will return the Six-Eared Macaque to the realm of the living. Wukong: Pssh. That’s easy! (flippant wave of his hand) I’ll speed run it, just watch! I’ll be in and out and done before you can say— King Yama: No. You must stay here. Forever. (Wukong is stunned, and… afraid. Remember, death is, like, his greatest fear. That’s why he strove to become immortal in the first place.) Wukong: W-well, I… don’t see how that would work, since I’m… y’know, immortal, and all that. (The kings smirk and snicker amongst themselves. Fear trickles down Wukong’s back as his hair stands on end.) King Yama: (cold grin) We have ways of… extinguishing the immortal flame. You would not be the first god to die, Sun Wukong.

#3: Fire Lilies (the good end sequel to Peach Blossoms.)

Red Son was the first to speak. “Mei texted me,” he revealed coldly, the irritation in his tone poorly hidden behind a thin veil of false calm. Oh, great. Of course Mei had done that. Traitor, MK thought grumpily to himself. “Don’t listen to Mei,” MK muttered, annoyed as he swirled the last of the cough syrup around in its bottle. “She’s just… being stupid.” Red Son snorted angrily, and smoke billowed from his nose as he pointed an accusing finger in MK’s direction. “No, you are the only one being stupid here!” He snapped, stunning a drunken MK into silence. “Did you really think I couldn’t tell that something is going on with you?”

Aaand that's it for now! Enjoy! :3

#writing wip #fanfic wip #monkie kid fanfiction #Fire Lilies #To Hell and Back #Paralyzed AU #shadowpeach #lmk spicynoodles #ask

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alirhi · 2 years

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My humble opinion of what I've seen of Robert Sheehan's career so far:

The Umbrella Academy: obviously amazing Misfits: Nathan is a fucking delight. Song of Sway Lake: boring as whale shit. couldn't make it past the 10 minute mark Moonwalkers: uhhhh wtf? Another one I didn't make it past 10 minutes of Cherrybomb: oh my sweet baby Luke. I just wanna cuddle him and beat the shit out of his asshole brother. maybe shake some sense into his stupid dad. maybe just adopt the boy myself and tell his shitheel relatives to fuck off Season of the Witch: better than I expected. Kay is freakin adorable The Last Bus: meh. couldn't even stick it out long enough for him to appear (yeah, I know. I have a shit attention span. if you can't grab me in the first 2-3 minutes, there's no chance) Bad Samaritan: FLAWLESS. holy shit this movie was brilliant. honestly this could be a wholeass rant on its own The Messenger: oh yes. oh YES. I love my damaged boys and Jack is in dire need of a hug and an AA meeting, among other things. Love/Hate: ...I didn't delete the first 3 seasons, and it certainly made me feel some shit, I'll give it that. I got invested enough for blind rage and yelling at my screen XD The Mortal Instruments-City of Bones: still pissed as hell that they just never address the fact that Simon is apparently A FUCKING VAMPIRE NOW?! I know they were expecting a sequel (ha. sweet optimists) but COME ON. fun movie, though. I love me some Jamie Campbell Bower. Him and Rob in the same movie? Obviously a win. Mute: honestly I just don't even know. mixed feelings, to say the least lol. He looked amazing in drag, though. Killing Bono: OMFG THIS MOVIE 😂 just finished watching it and I laughed SO HARD. The gay landlord is amazing and Rob's absolutely mortified face in just about every fucking shot just... love it. loved every second. Demons Never Die: shockingly good. Arjun Rose is a brilliant writer and director and honestly I am in awe. I love slasher movies anyway so yes I admit I'm slightly biased lol but this was executed so beautifully, I just... wow.

The Road Within: FAVORITE. MOVIE. OF. ALL. TIME. I'm actually gonna go watch it again!

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eleanorfenyxwrites · 7 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for tagging me, @omgpurplefattie!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

78 😅

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

864,062 - this is apparently just a bit more than Gone With The Wind....twice. I don't know how to feel about this.

What fandoms do you write for?

The Untamed (I have also written a handful of fics for Word of Honor and a very tiny one-shot for Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty, but I'm definitely a CQL/MDZS author lol)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

You Need Tending - A very young, tiny Wangxian meet as children in Yunmeng and canon diverges sweetly from there.

Unexpected Solutions - LXC POV - What if the other sect leaders got to see the Burial Mounds instead of taking JGS's word for it that WWX was raising an army?

You Are Of Their Ilk - Sequel to You Need Tending, a LQR-centric fic examining what it's like to actually raise the Jades (and WWX) when he's got a Sect to run and parenting insecurities to overcome.

Plans To Make - A Wangxian-centric Time Travel Fix-it AU, technically the prequel fic to my first 3zun fic (in which the fixings-of-it have already been done and the post-canon, 5-years-in-seclusion Lan Xichen wakes up in the altered timeline wondering how the hell he has two husbands who are definitely not dead).

Professor Lan, Babysitter Extraordinaire - Modern AU Professor!LWJ spends an afternoon minding A-Yuan for Mature Student!WWX and is instantly charmed.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Sometimes! I used to respond to every single comment I got when I first started posting, but then I just got really overwhelmed and had to stop, and I've never picked up the habit again. If I feel particularly strongly about a comment or have something specific to say I'll try to respond, but otherwise I bask in them all silently (sorry, and I love y'all, I really do read every single comment I swear).

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The Shadow's Call - An extremely depressed Lan Xichen is violently dragged out of his seclusion in the Hanshi 8 years post-canon by fierce corpse NieYao, who definitely aren't sentient at all but still somehow feel incomplete without their third.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Aside from The Shadow's Call all of my fics end happily!! I just can't do the depressing ones most of the time 😅 I think some of my favorite happy endings for various reasons, though, are The Sculptor, After Each Midnight Begins A New Day, anything in the Orville Peck Cinematic Universe, and anything from the 90's Strip Mall AU, Tales From Jianghu Shopping Center. (Everything in the last two especially is just pure feel-good fluff, not only the endings haha)

Do you get hate on fics?

Not anymore! The XiYao troll must have found something better to do so we can now like JGY in peace 😌

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! I don't know what kind though 😅 the smutty kind? I don't really delve too deeply into kink or BDSM, and I don't write omegaverse or tentacles or anything all that creative; I just write what I would consider bog standard 'I'm ace and I understand people like doing this, I really hope the allos find this enjoyable to read' kind of smut. (Usually for me it's more about the emotional impact/character development use of it rather than the porn-y-ness of it, if that helps??)

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope! I like writing AU's of my favorite ships blended with other media I like, but not direct crossovers.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Hope not!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! Вони — це ми/ They Are Us is a Ukrainian translation by sandbranco of 'They Are Us', El escultor By Eleanor_Fenyx is a Spanish Translation by ellieffect and KabiBaali of 'The Sculptor', and another Spanish Translation of 'The Sculptor' by GabyObando13. I'm always so flattered when someone likes something of mine enough to do such an incredible labor of love as translating it ❤

What's your all-time favorite ship?

3zun, my beloveds

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Plans To Make - In an ideal world I would finish this soon so I can stop being eaten up with low-simmering guilt about it (along with several other projects, let's be real), but the fact of the matter is that I never actually wanted to write the full fix-it for this universe in the first place. I started Lan Xichen's introduction into this universe after the fix-it has already happened partially because I find that dynamic of a depressed Lan Xichen suddenly partnered with a happily married NieYao really interesting, but also because I don't like all the tangled threads of a universe-wide fix-it and I knew I'd get way too bogged down in details to really enjoy it. That's exactly what's happened, and that's partially why the fic has been sitting so long without an update. I do really want to finish it one day, though.

What are your writing strengths?

I occasionally get comments praising my characterization/character voices, so hopefully that's one. I also like to think that I do a decent job with accurately communicating both relatable and not-quite-as-relatable experiences - queerness of various flavors, neurodivergence, strangely specific life experiences...I usually try to write what I know, and I'm always happy when it resonates with people in the ways that I'd hoped for while writing them.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel like I can get sooo long-winded, and I'm also kind of bad for setting up plotty bits in my longer fics that I never actually follow through on.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

The furthest I'll go is honorifics that I'm confident with using, I absolutely do not trust myself or any online translator to attempt whole lines of dialogue.

First fandom you wrote for?

BBC Sherlock - those fics are all orphaned now, though

Favorite fic you've written?

I'm going to choose three just because I can: After Each Midnight Begins A New Day (3zun), The Sculptor (Wangxian), and Main Objective : Destroy Yiling Laozu (Breath of the Wild AU, my beloved)

I'm going to tag: @little-smartass, @wei--wuxian, @scarlet-gryphon, @wishthatiwasnessiesgirl, @threephasebird, and anyone else who writes who wants to play!

#the untamed fanfic #personal #tag game #3zun #Wangxian #<- they're not the only ships I write for of course but they're definitely the two most popular so they're the only ones really in the list

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2023 Gaming Wrap-Up

Welcome back to what is apparently a yearly tradition on this blog: the Gaming Wrap-Up! As we drag ourselves to the end of 2023, it’s always good to take a look back at the last 12 months and try to figure out just what was going on there. And well, this year…kinda sucked. It had a lot going on - it was stressful and exhausting at best for so many of us, but there’s always a bit of good within the bad (for example, on a more personal note, this was the year where I actually got a few of my articles purchased by publishers! Now I can, by definition, call myself a professional writer! Go me!), and video games are always an excellent escape from reality. 2023 had loads of great game releases, including some highly-anticipated sequels and remakes, while the business side of the gaming world had a fair few blunders and foot-shooting (Unity, anyone?). Before the end of the year, let’s all take a moment to remember all the highlights of the gaming world of 2023 - enjoy!

JANUARY-MARCH Let’s get started with a bit of the old and a bit of the new - a pair of high-quality remakes of some classic survival horror games, Dead Space and Resident Evil 4, set a new bar for gaming remakes, with RE4 even being nominated for GOTY! Meanwhile, Pizza Tower took the indie genre by storm with its deranged animations and surprisingly catchy music, and Hi-Fi Rush ambushed us with a sneaky release and some toe-tapping rhythmic combat. Fans of classic Nintendo games had a bit of a sad start to the year however, with the announcement that Nintendo would be completely shutting down all online services for the 3DS and Wii U, basically pulling the life support plug on the two platforms for good. Additionally, the Electronic Entertainment Expo (E3) continues its streak of rough years; with X-Box, Sony and Nintendo all foregoing attendance, this years’ E3 was announced to be cancelled. With a rise in developers and publishers preferring digital and social media announcements over live shows thanks to the impact of COVID, could this be signalling the end of live gaming conventions like E3?

APRIL-JUNE Moving on, 2023 also saw the release of some particularly exciting sequels - Dead Island 2 finally released after 9 years in development hell while The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom blew its GOTY-winning predecessor out of the water. Street Fighter 6 brought in Metro City veterans and newcomers alike, and Star Wars: Jedi Survivor continued the tale of Cal Kestis in his battle against the Empire in a galaxy far, far away. From the small screen to the big screen, The Super Mario Bros. Movie joined the small-but-growing ranks of video game movie adaptations that are actually good, thanks to staying true to the games’ actual identity instead of trying to turn it into something else like so many other game-to-film adaptations. E3’s cancellation also wasn’t enough to stop the Summer Games Fest from being held, featuring a mix of live and digital shows and announcements. Also, this year was quite the mixed bag for game publishing companies - Embracer Group, a publisher for major development teams such as Gearbox Entertainment and Crystal Dynamics, went under some massive structural changes due to a major deal falling through, and was just one of many publishers that underwent huge changes in 2023.

JULY-SEPTEMBER The latter half of the year didn’t see quite as many major game releases, but it was certainly a case of quality over quantity - Baldur’s Gate 3, an absolute narrative feat, practically overtook the entire second half of the year for both those familiar with the series or D&D and players entering the Forgotten Realms for the first time. Oh, and Starfield was released too. Meanwhile, a cornerstone of video game voice acting, Charles Martinet, retired from voicing the Mario bros. Having provided the iconic voices of Mario, Luigi, Wario and Waluigi since 1994, Charles still works as a global ambassador for Nintendo in conventions across the world, while the superstar voice role would be taken over by Kevin Afghani later in the year. Back in the business side of the gaming world, Unity - the group behind one of the most prominent game development engines in the industry - completely shot themselves in the foot this year as they announced an incredibly oppressive retroactive licensing fee to begin next year. This new fee would mean that every single developer that had ever used their engine would need to pay Unity for every copy of their game that has ever sold, even from before the fee took effect. Naturally, everyone disliked this, especially within the indie game community. The sheer amount of backlash caused Unity to rework the agreement to be “less aggressive”, but their reputation is beyond saving now.

OCTOBER-DECEMBER 2023 looks to be closing off with a bang - in yet another major simultaneous release, October 20th saw Spider-Man 2 expand the urban playground of everyone’s favourite web-slinging duo while Super Mario Bros. Wonder brought Nintendo’s flagship franchise in a fresh new direction. Meanwhile, another highly anticipated sequel, Alan Wake II, spun a terrifying new narrative just in time for Hallowe’en. Of course, the biggest talking point for the end of the year was the Game Awards! Baldur’s Gate 3 beat out some incredibly tough competition for Game of the Year and swept the rest of the awards alongside Alan Wake II; a handful of exciting new games were announced, including a sequel to the classic World of Goo and a vampire-hunting action adventure starring Marvel’s Blade; and we learned that the Call of Duty developers can’t take a joke. However, the biggest announcement arrived just before the awards, bringing the entire gaming community together for one of the most anticipated sequels in video game history (besides Half-Life 3): Grand Theft Auto VI. Set for a 2025 release, 12 years after its predecessor, GTA6 returns to the sunburnt beaches of Vice City, introducing a modern Bonnie & Clyde as its’ pair of playable protagonists Lucia and Jason.

LOOKING FORWARD So, aside from the GTA fans that are probably cryogenically freezing themselves until 2025, what are your plans for next year now that 2023 is nearly over? There’s plenty of other games to look forward to - Star Wars and Marvel fans will be getting another exciting set of games with Star Wars Outlaws putting players in the shoes of the galaxy’s next big name in the galactic underworld, while Wolverine will be hacking and slashing his way through the neon-lit Madripoor. Taking our hands off the controller for a moment, a handful of other games will be taking their turn on the silver screen with a promising-looking Fallout streaming series and a somewhat more sketchy-looking Borderlands film. Can’t be any worse than the Halo series, right…right?

I mentioned in last years’ wrap-up that 2023’s E3 is hopefully back on track, which has aged a bit poorly; well, there’s no need to worry about that this time as next year’s E3 has already been cancelled. At least that means saving on tickets, but is the age of big gaming conventions coming to a close? Time will tell, especially depending on if Summer Games Fest is still in the works. Maybe things are switching to a more digital-based platform for game announcements - as someone not fond of crowds, that suits me just fine.

But, hey, that’s not until next year. Until then, I hope you enjoyed this look back at the gaming world of 2023, and I look forward to seeing you all again in 2024! Happy holidays!

An Aussie Button-Masher

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