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wanderingxiao · 5 months

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hiii can you write smut with wanderer having a breeding kink after thinking abt whether or not he could have kids (since hes a puppet)? so later that night he lowkey experiments and he ends up putting the reader into a mating press and turns her into a drooling and dazed mess >>>

thank you sm if u do it ur writing is so hearteyes

Baby Time!

Wanderer x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: Breeding Kink, raw/unprotected sex, slight degradation, Wanderer being super horny, 18+ only please!! MDNI!! 💙

A/N: My first request!!! :0 Hopefully I completed your request correctly! I had literally so much fun writing this! He can fuck a baby into me anytime he wants 😳💙 Hope you enjoy!

Wanderer couldn’t seem to get away from it. There were children everywhere in the streets of Sumeru city. Summer seemed to be the time where all the little reckless brats loved to get into trouble, run off, explore, or just be annoying. It bothered Wanderer in a way, constantly having to look out for frail humans that get in his path or help a child find their parent they decided to run away from.

Despite the annoying ones, he found the quieter more behaved children tolerable. Seeing a husband and wife raise a small human was oddly… arousing to him. It flustered him to no end how unbearably horny he would get just seeing a family walk by or a pregnant woman, his thoughts immediately imagining you swollen and pregnant with his child, or how caring and loving you’d be as a parent. One thing bothered him though…

Could he even have kids being a puppet?

By spending lots of time in the… not so work friendly part of the Akademiya, he began to look up ways in which he could potentially get you pregnant. It was there his undying hunger to fill you full of his sticky cum, see your stomach swollen with his offspring, and squeeze your sensitive lactating breasts began. Scholars would give him judgmental looks, but he didn’t care, as long as the book he was reading guarded his painful throbbing erection.

When the time came to see you once more, he took out all his frustrating uncertainties and sexual fantasies on you. You were sprawled out on his bed within the Sanctuary of Surasthana, legs spread wide with his sticky cock battering away at your fluttering cunt. His face was flushed with his eyes reflecting his overwhelming desire to fuck you so full of his cum your belly would be swollen with how much of his seed he would stuff into you.

“W-Wander- Ahh! Wanderer! M-Mngh! I-It’s t-too deep -ngh! Too deep!” Your pitiful cries fell deaf upon his mechanical ears as he smacked his hips aggressively into yours, determined to reach your deepest crevices. A grunt rumbled through his chest, his breath raspy and quickened feeling your walls begin to flutter around his cock so perfectly. It’s like you were made specifically for him, or he was made for you.

“Not yet. Ngh~ need to fuck you full. S-So full of my seed you -hah- bear my offspring.” His hands roughly grabbed the back of your knees, pushing them up to your chest before he leaned over your body to tower over you. Your thighs ached in dull pain at the uncomfortable position, and your body jolted with overstimulating pleasure as his sticky cock head covered in his pre-cum bumped against your cervix.

“W-Wanderer!!! Hah-! Ahh! T-Too much! Too- Ahh!! Too good! P-Plea- Hngh!” This was absolutely perfect. Your lips were slicked up with your saliva, drool covering your cheek as you couldn’t help but cry and drool for him. Your hair was beginning to get messy as he fucked you up and down the bed, your body sloppily sliding to match his brutal rhythm.

“Yeah? You f-fucking slut, you like that? Hah, being folded into a mating press by me? Ngh~ Fucking pathetic!” Wanderer groaned above you, his cheeks flushed with his forehead lined with sweat. He was determined to get you pregnant, going so far as to put you into a mating press to drive his seed as deep as he could.

You couldn’t even respond to him, your mind turning to mush the second he began to buck his hips faster, abusing your poor cunt with his throbbing cock. Your eyes were glazed over with overwhelming love and adoration for him, your chin now covered in your drool and maybe even some of his. The tight coil and warmth building in your abdomen alerted you of your quickly approaching orgasm. Wanderer could tell it too, the way your walls would spasm and tighten around him.

“You g-gonna cum? Yeah? Cum from me f-fucking you dumb?” You could only nod in response, throwing your head back into the pillows as the wet sounds of your slick cunt and his oozing cock collided over and over and over again. His forehead pressed against yours, his moans increasing as his cock twitched against your walls, feeling his own climax building up. He used his feet to push himself more above you, forcing you into a deeper mating press with his cock plunging down into your drooly pussy.

You couldn’t take it anymore, your toes curled with your legs trembling in his grasp. Your walls tightened around him, clit pulsating wildly as his pelvis smacked it with each thrust. With a loud and messy cry of his name, you gushed all over him, a creamy white ring beginning to form around the base of his cock. Despite your intense orgasm he didn’t stop, only heightening his pace to chase his own release.

“F-Fuck I’m cumming-! Ngh- shit!” Wanderer smacked his hips down into yours sloppily and spurted his thick cum against your cervix. His cock twitched feverishly, his breathing becoming more uneven and ragged as he rode out his high. His deep raspy moans died down to low whines as he fucked his cum sloppily back into you to, adoring how you practically milked him dry. He loved the way your body twitched with overstimulation, a high-pitched yet quiet moan spewing from your lips as his cum filled your insides. Wanderer only grinned, his cock twitching back to life as a new wave of arousal and lust pooled within his chest.

“Don’t give out on me now, slut… I still need to fill you up more. That way… you’ll surely bear my offspring. Hehe.”

Hope you enjoyed~! ; ) 💙

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cy-cyborg · 8 months

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It will never not be frustrating to me that amputees appear in fiction ALL. THE. TIME. and yet they're almost never acknowledged as such. The Cyberpunk genre is especially guilty of this: amputees and prosthetics becoming a normalised part of life are a defining part of the genre/aesthetic and yet no one even consults with any amputees about how we get represented there. Most writers in those genres don't even consider that giving your characters cybernetic arms and legs means they're an amputee.

CW: Ableism, dehumanisation

This makes it REALLY uncomfortable to engage with stories in the genre because another common aspect of cyberpunk is the idea of losing yourself and becoming something distinctly not-human anymore because you have too many cybernetic augmentations/implants. Shadowrun even has mechanics for this, which state if you get too many prosthetics, which is what cybernetics are 9 times out of 10, your character becomes a monster. These mechanics and discussions surrounding "how many robot bits make you not human anymore" are really, really uncomfortable when you remember this isn't something that's unique to a far-off future setting. Those people you're discussing the humanity of already exist. They're called amputees. If you reframe the question as "how many amputations can you have before you stop being a person" I hope you can see why an amputee like myself is not going to feel safe around you or in your fandoms.

And it's a shame, because I REALLY want to like Cyberpunk. I really, honestly do. I love the aesthetics, I love the idea of big corporations being the villains and the anti-capitalism at the heart of the genre, and I love the idea of prosthetics being not only destigmatised, but desirable. When written from a disability-inclusive lense, it honestly has the potential to be an incredibly uplifting and empowering genre. but as the genre stands right now, it's actively hostile to the very folks who are usually the stars of its stories: amputees, all because people just refuse to acknowledge us.

Cyberpunk isn't the only genre guilty of this, it's common all throughout sci-fi as a whole, but Cyberpunk is the only one where it starts becoming a serious issue due to its rampant dehumanisation of a real group of people. In other sci-fi settings, it's just kind of annoying and while it can be a form of erasure, it's not usually harmful, just...frustrating. Fantasy does it on occasion too, think pirates with a hook and a peg leg, but nowhere near as much.

If you, as an author or creator, use any of these words to describe a character or their tech in a sci-fi setting:

cybernetics/cybernetic enhancements

bionics

robot limbs

cyborgs

augmentations

You are probably writing an amputee. Please, at the very least, acknowledge it, and be mindful that those are real people who actually exist, not just a fantasy group you can speculate about.

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I originally posted this article on my old Tumblr account and lot of people commented/reblogged to tell me that originally in cyberpunk, the "less human the more robot bits you have" only applied to people who opted for their limbs to be replaced by cybernetics, because it was seen as "renting out your body to corporations for money" but people who had to get cybernetics out of necessity weren't impacted. The thing is though, I really don't think that makes it better, for a few reasons. For one, where do you draw the line at "opting" to get a cybernetic prosthetic? This isn't a black and white thing, even in real life. Most amputations are done out of necessity, but there are situations where it's not the only option, just the best one. Talking from personal experience, I lost both my legs below the knee as a baby, that was a pretty clear cut case, I had a blood infection and gangrene and they had to act fast. But the infection caused lasting side effects and impacted my physical body's development and growth. By the time I got to my early 20's it was causing a lot of pain in my right leg, in my knee specifically, and when I got a bone infection in the end of that stump, I chose to have the whole thing amputated up to the knee. They only needed to take a few inches off the end of my stump, but I asked them to go higher, because of the ongoing issues in that knee, issues that would have been made worse by the shortening of the leg. I choose to remove the whole thing, knowing the joint was degrading and I probably would have lost it later in life anyway. Even if it was salvageable, it would mean much more surgery, and I've had enough of those. A boy I played wheelchair basketball with was born with a partially formed leg, it was half the size of his other leg and he wasn't able to use it al all, it was just dead weight, so he opted to get it amputated too for convenience and so he could use a prosthetic on that side. I worked with a girl who's hand didn't form properly in the womb, resulting in a normal palm, but tiny "finger nubs" (her words) with no bones inside. They weren't actively harming her usually, but she opted to get them and the top of her palm amputated after an incident at work where we were tying balloons and one of her nubs got stuck in the knot. She decided to get them amputated because it meant accidents like that would be less likely, and she could use a prosthetic more comfortably. All 3 of these are considered "optional" amputations, so would people like us be penalised in your setting? does it make sense that the technology in your setting can tell the difference, or that corporations would care about the how and why? Even stepping away from medical grey areas, if your character opts for a cybernetic arm because the corporations will financially reward her, and she's struggling to put food on the table without that help, is that really optional?

Don't get me wrong, I do think that idea could work but it would take a lot of work to do well, and most works I've seen don't do the work. Even if they did though, it doesn't change the fact that most modern uses of this trope don't mention that bit or actively ignore it. It doesn't matter in most cyberpunk works I've seen if the amputation was optional or out of necessity, they still are more prone to being seen as "less human" and in most of the sci-fi writing communities I've been part of, the authors are genuinely shocked when I ask them to remember "people with cybernetics are real people already, they're not some far-off-distant future fantasy group, they're just called amputees". Like it didn't even cross their minds. These are the people creating the works in this genre. Even if it wasn't the original intention of the genre, it's still an issue in the modern version of it. Edit 2: Elaborated a little more on why I don't think the "only people who choose it" argument works in the edit. Also, please stop telling me that old cyberpunk doesn't have this issue, I literally address that in the post lol.

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byunpum · 1 year

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Experiment 56 [part 4]

Neteyam x Human reader ( like a mix of human and Navi )

and sullyFAM x human reader, spider x reader , and quaritch x reader (dont blame me )

Tw: mmm neteyam baby, reader being mutant, neytiri being a sweetheart-mother, jealousy, My daddy issues with jake, spider being spider,Watch out for quaritch, all the characters are aged up 20's.

POV: Y/N is surprised that it is an indispensable piece for the human race. Her family will do everything possible to keep her hidden and safe…

Experiment 56 masterlist | Experiment 56 sequel Masterlist

Note: I wanted to write a lot of things in this part, but I didn't want it to be so long. But I still hope you like it. I am really enjoying making this series, soon I will be posting a masterlist of this series to make it easier to find all the parts. Thank you very much for your support. And remember that if you want me to do more stuff about other characters, go ahead, the request is open. From now on I warn you that I am not very expert in this Navi culture, but I did my best. And I'll be using events that happened in the movie, but they won't be exactly the same. And sorry for the spelling. English is not my mother tongue.

The drive was long and very exhausting. It was two nights of travel, jake was already worried about spider and you. You were more fragile than the others, so he decided to take a break, it was 2:00 a.m. on the third night. Jake signaled with his hand for them to land on a small islet. Everyone following jake and they landed.

"Let's get some rest, at sunrise we will be leaving. We are very close to our destination" said jake, as he took some things down from his ikran. Neteyam got off his ikran and helped you down. Neteyam looked down and gave you a small smile. Everyone needed this rest, the exhausted face of the group was visible. Neytiri called you to help her with tuk, tuk might be taller than you, but she was still your little sister. And you knew she was a little uncomfortable, so you sat down on the floor and held tuk in your arms while she was still asleep. Neytiri and Jake were making a improvised shelter, it wasn't the best, but it would give them warmth and a dry place to rest. While from the others, they were taking some things out of their pack.

"Are you okay?" loak sat down next to you. "Yeah, I just…I miss home that's all." Loak put his head on your shoulder, he didn't have to talk to answer you. That's why he was your best friend. A memory comes to your mind, you remember when loak was born you were so impressed, he was your baby, your little brother. You helped neytiri with his food, to walk, to talk. Even kiri and neteyam got jealous, because you didn't want to play with them anymore, you just wanted to take care of loak. When you two were growing up you had many arguments, but you always solved them by hugging and taking a nap. You laughed a little at the memory of those times. "What are you thinking?" Loak looks up." I'm thinking how much I love this family, they are so important to me. Look at what they are doing for me. They could have left me or given me up. But no…they're sacrificing everything…everything" You hadn't noticed that everyone was listening to you. Jake comes over to you, and settles in behind you, so that your back is against his chest. He gives you a big hug "How many times do we have to tell you…you're our girl. No matter what, what you look like, or where you come from. Look" you look up, as jake keeps talking " mama loves you, and kiri, loak, spider, tuk and neteyam love you. And we will do whatever it takes to protect you." Says jake, while kiri hugs you, she was already crying. Everyone comes over to give you a hug. Between tears and sobs, everyone breaks up laughing a little." Ok, everything is ready, let's rest" jake looks you in the eyes, and arranges a little bit your hair.

All the boys including you went to sleep, the order was as follows: tuk, loak, spider and kiri were together. Then a little further apart from the group were you and neteyam. Your back was to him, but neteyam was right behind her, with her tail wrapped around your leg. And one of her hands was on your waist. From the distance, jake and neytiri were watching the scene.

"don't you think… you know?" says neytiri while looking at her partner. "Are you talking about neteyam and y/n?" jake looks at the scene again and sees how you and neteyam are further apart from the group. As they are cozying up. A very common behavior in couples. " jake… I noticed the behavior that neteyam has towards y/n. It seems like they are…. Couple." Jake doesn't know what to say back to neytiri. "we can't blame him love." "but ma jake, they have grown up together. How is it possible" neytiri is looking with confusion at her partner. She couldn't understand how you two could have fallen in love. "love, you know the relationship that neteyam and y/n was never the same as with the other kids, I know neteyam likes y/n since his 8 years old. Yes they grew up together, but we have always paired them up".

"what? now it's my fault?" neytiri slaps jake on the shoulder," hey hehehe remember that time, you said that y/n was the determined partner for neteyam".

"yeah, but it was to get ninat's mom off my back. That woman is crazy" defended neytiri. There was a short silence until neytiri spoke, "I'm not worried about them being together…I prefer it that way. But how will they mate. Y/N will be able to give birth to a navi child?" jake didn't know how to answer this to neytiri. "I don't know, we'll have to wait. Besides…we are assuming they are in a relationship" jake joked with neytiri. "I'm his mother, I know there's something. I know everything." Jake laughed a little, and got up, took neytiri's hand and led her to the makeshift planter to rest for a bit.

At sunrise they all fly to their destination, it wasn't far away. So the trip went quickly. As they got closer, you could notice the whole ecosystem of this new clan, wow… it was beautiful. Crystal clear waters, warm air. Norm had told you several things, about the different clans that were in Pandora. But this was more than you had imagined, it was beautiful. You were landing on the sand, as you watched the locals approaching. You were next to neteyam, his hand was holding yours. You were a little scared, how was he going to ration. After all you and spider were human. You felt someone take your other hand and saw that it was spider. Spider looked you in the eye, he was scared, just like you. I said "calm down…we will be fine". You saw two large figures walking towards you, you knew one of them was Tonowari, but the female figure next to him you didn't know.

"I see you, Ronal, I see you, Tonowari," said Jake as he greeted him. "I see you, jake sully…. What brings you here?" asked tonowari, as ronal examined the family and noticed two small figures." We are here to… ask for shelter" ronal interrupts jake, as he walks over to spider and you. "You have demons near your family" said ronal, while examining spider. "I promise you, they are innocent. The girl is our daughter, and the boy is a friend of the family. They are good, I promise." jake was trying to convince the metkayina clan leaders. "And what is this?" Ronal looks at your braid, she can't believe her eyes. A navi braid, how is that possible? "this is a monst…" before she could finish, Neytiri stepped in front of her, pulling you away from Ronal. Neteyam pulled you close to him, while your other siblings went into defense mode. Oh no, thought jake, he didn't want this to become a problem.

"don't you dare say anything about my DAUGHTER. She is so navi, just like everyone here. You respect her" neytiri and ronal were furious. "calm down everyone…" tonowari said, while jake calmed neytiri down. You were holding neteyam's hand, loak was next to you making a wall style. "We just want shelter… we will learn their ways and adapt" jake looks at ronal and tonowari. They have a little staring match, until the man turns and looks at jake, "it's okay. You can stay, you will learn our culture and you will adapt. All of you" Tonowari looked at the two of you, you and spider swallowed. "yes, thank you very very much".

"my sons, tsireya and aonung will help you adapt" you could see the boy's displeased face. Although the girl looked very happy about her father's comment.

Ronal took another look and looked at the couple in front of him "later we will talk…and they will explain to us how she got that…and where she came from" Ronal pointed at you, while Jake just nodded. Neytiri had had enough of everything and they had just arrived. "Come with me, I'll show you to your new home" tsireya commented to them, she was the only one who was listening to them. You knew her kindness was genuine, you could feel it.

Tsireya guided them to their new home, she told us that the correct name was "marui". You found the differences between you and them interesting. You were behind neytiri, tuk was jumping behind you, while neteyam, spider, loak and kiri followed. "Here is your home, I hope it is to your liking, anything you need let us know" tsireya informs us, "thank you" we all say. You can see how loak and tsireya look at each other and then exchange looks." Heeee easy…we just got here" you joke with loak," shut up!!!" loak wants to die of embarrassment. "oh, one other thing…after you settle in, we'll wait for you on the coast. You'd better start your classes right away. See you" tsireya said goodbye.

"ok, family all together" jake said, neteyam drags loak to his side, kiri sits next to him. You settle next to tuk, sitting her on your lap, while she plays with your hair. Spider stays in the corner. He didn't want to interrupt. "spider I said everyone!!!" jake stated, spider came over and sat next to loak. "well… we're very lucky to have been accepted. i want you to behave yourselves, is that clear?" jake pointed to loak, spider, and you. Believe it or not, you guys were the trouble trio. And you always got neteyam involved. Kiri wasn't a troublemaker, but sometimes she would join them on adventures. "Yes, sir," they all said.

"mom, I want to go home" said tuk, while neytiri stroked her cheek, "hey, what does your father always say?" neytiri looks at them all." The sully's are always united." Jake claps a little." Cheers guys!!!! "jake tries to cheer up the situation, he takes tuk in his arms and carries her outside the marui, so she could see the view. Neytiri accompanies them, after all this was going to be their new home.

"Wow, I'm dying" you say, as you lie down on the ground. Spider laughs at you and imitates your movements. "I keep forgetting you two are a couple of lazy bums." Loak complains, "but yeah, I'm exhausted" he lays down next to you. Kiri laughs a little." Believe it or not, I'm happy…we're all here…together" kiri joins them on the floor and lies down. Neteyam sighs a little," hey come…come here." You wave your arms, inviting him to join the loose group. "come on!!! I know what you want, just for a moment." You tell him winking at him, neteyam laughs and walks over to where you are. He literally lies down on top of you. You scream a little, but you hug him. "yaaa…don't start with your lovers stuff." Says loak, as he tries to get neteyam off of you. Spider looks at the scene a little serious, even though he didn't want to admit it he was a little jealous, your relationship with neteyam.

"You're jealous" said neteyam, fighting with his brother." jealous!!!??? Of what?" loak, keep pushing him " of me not hugging you" neteyam slides down and ends up on top of loak and hugs him." Yaaaaaaaa let me go!!!" you laugh as you watch them play. You had your differences, but you knew they loved each other. You turn your eyes to see spider, "is something wrong?" you ask him, his face was very serious. "no, it's nothing" spider changes his expression. You knew something was wrong with him, he was usually happy, he was the most cheerful of them all. You assume his change is because they were in a new place, that must be it.

Jake and Neytiri come back in, and notice that Neteyam and Loak were already fighting. Kiri was laughing and you and spider were trying to get things out of the boxes. "hey guys!!" jake looked at them" sorry" neteyam looked at him sideways. There was silence, until jake jumps on top of the boys. Neytiri sighed and let them play, there were few times when Jake was not so strict with the boys. Neytiri walked over to where you and spider were setting things up. "Thanks for helping…spider" said neytiri, you don't comment anything, your mother naturally isn't nice to spider, but you see she is trying.

Later, you all go out to look for tsireya and her brother aonung. "hey, we're here, come on !!!!" shouts tsireya, as everyone jumps in and jumps into the water. You were frozen on the edge. "come on, it's okay. It's safe here" tsireya tries to convince you, but what she didn't know is that you weren't a big fan of the deep, you knew how to swim, but you didn't like it. Neteyam knew that, so she went to the edge and raised her arms, "come on, come down calmly and I'll hold you". "but I'm going to drown!!!" you say as you try to calmly lower yourself into his arms, aonung laughs at you "you guys seem to be very good in the trees, but here…" tsireya gives him a smack, and looks at him telling him to get a grip. You finally enter the water, you were holding neteyam's neck. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it," said tsireya, and you did. A week had passed and you were already competing with loak and spider to see who could hold their breath the longest. Spider got used to it very quickly, you didn't know how he did it… but he learned everything so fast. You admired that about him, you could barely swim.

It wasn't until it was time to ride an ilu, you were so excited. Aonung had told you that there were some smaller ones, and they were the perfect size for you. For Jake this wasn't enough though, he was right next to Aonung, making sure everything was okay. As soon as you saw the ilus, you fell in love with one in particular, it was very pretty. The creature came up to you, and nuzzled its face into your stomach. You laughed a little. Aonung indicated that you could now join her, you took your braid and connected it to the ilu. Aonung was surprised, because the creature remained calm. You pulled the creature up, and it began to swim. Wow…this was so new to you and you loved it. A smile came out of jake's face, it was the first time he saw you bond with a creature, and you had no problems, he was so proud of you.

You loved it all, they had never questioned your appearance, neither yours nor spider's. You had heard some comments from the younger metkayina, though. But even Ronal was accepting of you…you liked to go where she would teach the other clan girls how to prepare medicines. She even prepared a special cream, for you and spider to put on and protect you from the sun. You loved spending time with tsireya, tuk and kiri, and discovering places with loak and spider. But most of all, you loved meeting neteyam in a secret place. According to neteyam, he found it by accident and realized that no one went there. So, in the evenings, you two would meet there. To spend some time alone.

It was in the afternoon, everyone was finishing their tasks, neytiri had told you to look for some shells on the beach, you weren't complaining. You weren't a big fan of swimming all day, so you went without a problem. Besides, your snail collection needed new pieces. You were walking along the beach, until you heard someone approaching, you looked to see who it was and saw spider coming up.

"hello!!!" said spider, as he runs towards you," hello…Are you done with your tasks?" you ask, as you continue collecting snails. " Yes, actually there wasn't much to do. So everyone went home" replied spider, while trying to tell you something else.

" Is something wrong, I've noticed you're acting a little strange?" you ask, as you sit down on the sand. Spider takes a seat next to you. "Well yes" you knew spider was nervous because he started playing with one of the decorations on his loincloth. "You and neteyam are a couple, right?" says spider, you knew how this was going to end. "Well, we're a couple…we haven't bonded before eywa yet. But…" spider interrupts you." You can't do that…. y/n, you and neteyam are totally different", you couldn't believe what spider was telling you. "wait what????" you question him.

" Yeah, what will your parents say, and everyone else. You guys are different in everything. Don't take this the wrong way, but you must be with someone just like you." Says spider, very confident. You take a deep breath, you get up from the floor. "Listen to me spider, you had your chance… and what did you do to me? You humiliated me, you said I was weird, that you wouldn't be with someone like me. And now when I'm happy, when I finally find someone to love me. You come to claim me?" you say annoyed.

After the first reject that spider gave you, at 17 years old you two decided to go out. It was not for a long time, but it was long enough to hear how spider talked to other navi guys, that he was only dating you because he felt sorry for you. You remember how it hurt, and how neteyam was always by your side. Still, you forgive spider, and you continued to be friends.

Spider stands up, "wait no, I don't want you to be annoyed with me…I just." Spider looks down, "you nothing!!!! I've given my neck for you…I had you brought to us. And here you are claiming me who I want." You yell at spider," And I thank you, but he doesn't deserve you. y/n" spider tries to grab your arm, but you break free from his grip and keep walking to the house. You hear spider shouting from far away.

Neteyam was on his way to the beach to check on you, but he saw you walking in disgust. As you were getting closer, you stopped "hey, what's up?" asks neteyam as he gets down to your level. You walk over and hug him. "Ma neteyam, they keep hurting me. They keep doing it…and I can't shake this feeling of guilt" you say, as tears stream down your face. "what are you talking about?" neteyam caresses your back and takes your face in her hands, to give you a kiss. "Hey, why don't we give these snails to mom and then go to our place, okay?" Neteyam says as he adjusts your hair a little. You nod your head, as you go ahead to go to the house. Neteyam gets up and walks behind you, but looks back. He notices how Spider is walking in the same direction you were coming from. Spider was already getting on Neteyam's nerves.

On the other side of Pandora…

"It's been two weeks already…two" screams General Ardmore . "I know general, but we didn't find anything. They're missing" says Quaritch, trying to defend himself. Lyle was at his side, and gave him a worried look. "Colonel, I need you to bring that girl to me. And I don't care if she's still alive. I want her in the facility in a week. That's a damn order" Quaritch nodded with his face. He lifted himself from the seat, and walked out of the briefing room. Lyle followed him, not daring to say anything. Quaritch stops dead in his track "you know what the problem is, Lyle" said Quaritch "what is it, sir?" Lyle walks forward, "I don't want to catch her…something in me tells me to leave her alone. It's like a force telling me to leave her." Quaritch brings his hand to his chest, as he looks at Lyle with concern," it won't be…that thing the navi say. what is it? mmm eywa?" Quaritch laughs a little at Lyle," you're really crazy, you don't believe in that stuff?" miles wanted to think Lyle was crazy, but inside he was thinking the same thing. " I don't know, you know that these….. points to his body are connected and blah blah blah blah with that spirit stuff. And who knows, if they're telling you something." There was a silence between the two men. Quaritch gave Lyle's shoulder a squeeze, "who knows, who knows? But if so…whatever it is is talking to me. It's telling me I should have her…to myself." Miles chuckled a little to himself. As he kept walking to get everything ready.

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onlyswan · 2 years

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summary: in which jungkook comes home drunk but bam can’t speak.

> fluff / wc: 2.6k

> warnings: jungkook almost throws up once 😭

note: hello school has been so hectic so i just wrote this to relieve my stress for a bit </3

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jungkook releases a sigh, scooting closer as if he hasn’t already crossed every inch of distance between the two of you. just by the smell of it, you can tell that he had soju and beer.

“close your eyes, baby.”

he complies with a hum, eyelids softly fluttering shut. as gentle as you can, you wipe off his eye makeup with the makeup remover.

“cold.” he mumbles, sinking deeper into his pillow to avoid the uncomfortable feeling.

you take a hold of his face with your free hand to keep him steady, moving on to his other eye. “stop. don’t want your face to feel all itchy later, do you?”

he frowns in response, opening his eyes again when he feels the wet wipes running over his cheek next. he lazily watches you concentrate on the task at hand. loving hands with the most tender of touches. blurry eyesight tracing over his skin to allow his pores to breathe after an exhausting day.

you squint under the warm glow of the lampshade, and his hand instinctively lands on top of your head, holding back the hair falling over your vision. you press an appreciative kiss on his temple as you pull out a fresh wipe. you clean the remaining thin layer of makeup on the right side of his face before sliding down to his neck, making sure to clean his skin thoroughly.

he feels so much better with his face bare, cleaner and comfier. almost like he can finally breathe after taking off a mask that covered his entire face while he was running a marathon. don’t get him wrong— he loves makeup, and he loves experimenting with different looks to showcase various sides of himself. he considers makeup products to be artistic tools that help him express the entirety of his being, just like paint on a canvas does. but the clock says it’s 1am on the dot, and right now, he’s drained. he just wants to be the human, jeon jungkook.

his eyes glitter with fondness as he watches you take care of him as if he is your most treasured cluster of atoms in the universe. his hand falls on your nape to pull you in for a soft kiss, staying still for a second before puckering up his lips for another. he allows you to assist him to the bathroom after, leaning his weight on another person for the first time in a while.

—

you practically brushed jungkook’s teeth and did the rest of his night routine for him because he claimed that his hands weren’t working, demonstrating it by dropping his facial wash on the tiled floor. you leave him on the bed after helping him into his pajamas to freshen yourself up next. however, upon exiting the bathroom, you’re rudely greeted by an empty bed, the blanket messily pushed over to your side.

“jungkook!”

you heave a sigh, padding out of the bedroom. you flick the main light switch of the living room, and the first part of jungkook you see are his feet, which are propped on the couch. you walk closer and find the rest of him sprawled out on the carpeted floor. you click your tongue and put a hand over the curve of your waist, staring down at him with a questioning look.

he looks back at you with a wide grin, extending his arms to raise the puppy he’s holding. “say hi, bamie!”

oh, so now he has the arm strength to carry a dog? when he couldn’t even raise one to hold his toothbrush earlier?

you meet bam’s drooping round eyes, slowly blinking at you as he is suspended in the air. poor thing.

“you know it takes me like two hours to make him tired and sleepy, right?”

you’d think spending an hour outdoors would tire a puppy out, but no. somehow it makes him more energetic, and you have to play with him for another hour at home before he walks away from you to curl up in his bed and rest.

jungkook pouts stubbornly, his slurred words the same plea he’s been uttering for the past two days. “but i want to teach him how to speak.”

“baby, he’s too sleepy for that right now. look.” you gesture to the puppy slowly falling asleep on his hands, his relaxed limbs hanging out and swaying lightly. “we can train him again in the morning.”

he whines as he kicks his feet on the couch, abruptly waking up bam because of the sudden harsh movements rocking his body. your boyfriend stills, and he lowers down his hands above his face to make eye-to-eye contact with his beloved son.

he faces bam to your side. “he’s awake now.”

“oh my god,” you cry out with your face buried in your hands, knees suddenly feeling weak because you’re so sleepy and he can’t be fucking serious right now.

he should’ve drank more. that way, all three of you would be peacefully asleep by now. bam would be chasing a butterfly in his dream, and you would be getting chased by a dinosaur or a shark with legs. but no, if one is awake, everyone is awake. apparently, that’s just how it goes in this household.

and so, you drop down on your knees and make yourself comfortable on the floor, pulling out the bag of plain popcorn sitting on the lower compartment of the center table.

“just five minutes, okay?”

he only giggles in response, setting down bam on the floor before lying down on his stomach beside the puppy, his hands cupping his smiling face. a young and radiant flower in the midst of spring, and you as the bright and yellow sun.

“so cute,” you pat his head tenderly, his smooth hair pleasing to the touch.

he shyly scrunches his nose. “hurry, before he falls asleep again.”

you both revert your attention to bam, who has now zeroed in on the opened bag of popcorn on your lap with an alert posture, head tilted to the side as he watches your every movement.

you bring out a piece of popcorn, holding it up between jungkook and bam. “okay- bamie, speak!”

you and your boyfriend wait for a few seconds, before you turn to him next. “jungkookie, speak.”

he snorts, pressing his lips into a thin line to swallow down his laughter. compared to yesterday, he handles it better now.

“woof!”

“good boy!” you beam at him with a dramatically enthusiastic tone, feeding him the little treat and patting his head again. bam watches him chew and swallow with satisfaction, and he turns to you again to inch closer— the tip of his paws poking your shin.

“your turn, baby.” you say to him sweetly, petting his head before grabbing another treat. “bamie, speak.”

he blinks at you, his stance and expression unchanging.

“jungkookie, speak.”

jungkook uses his elbows to drag himself as close to you as bam is. “woof!” his lips stay in a big pout with his bunny teeth showing, and you playfully slot the piece of popcorn in the space between.

he grunts when he fails to catch it with his mouth, covering the popcorn with his hand when bam makes a move to steal it away. “yah, i earned this! go get your own!”

he hides the dirty popcorn under his stomach, and you feed him a fresh one. bam barks in protest, standing up on his four paws.

“bamie, i said speak, not yell.”

jungkook laughs while clapping his hands, head falling on your lap in self-orchestrated slow motion. he rolls on his back to lie down properly and to watch bam try to earn his first popcorn. but then his vision goes black, and the world blurs and spins in brain shattering motions. he covers his mouth when he starts to feel the nausea creeping up, keeping his eyes closed until his stomach calms down.

meanwhile, for the sixth time . . .

“bamie, speak.”

bam’s tail wags, and he barks loudly. again.

“not like that, baby. quieter, and calmer. okay?” you mellowly attempt to help him understand, making lowering gestures with your hand. “just a little woof! like this, bamie.”

your voice seems to ease him down as he sits back down politely. jungkook, on the other hand, is straightening out your legs. he took a pillow from the couch and lied down beside you while you were preoccupied with teaching bam. his ink-free arm tugs you closer by your thighs, keeping it there as he nuzzles his face against your side.

he sighs in relief, basking in the comfort of having his lover as close as humanly possible. drowning, even. with the way his body is currently floating. he proves his theory right time and time again: cuddling you is the cure for any type of discomfort or pain that he feels. works like a charm. never failed him. not even once.

you grimace. “are you sleeping now?”

he hums raspily, tightening his embrace.

“but you’re the one who asked for this. i’m not even sleepy anymore.” you complain.

and let jungkook’s response be loud snores as he falls asleep as an exhausted heap on the floor, his limbs holding your body prisoner to his.

your sour expression turns into an endeared one when you feel bam’s little paw tapping your forearm to gain your attention. your heart grows three times its size as he looks at you with his dark and round eyes beseechingly.

you jut out your bottom lip, scratching his chin. “aww, my bamie. daddy bothered your sleep then left us all alone, huh? sorry. he’s a bit drunk. but i’ll give you treats to make it up to you.”

you return the bag of popcorn to its previous spot, grabbing an unopened pack of dog treats you hide in the small box beside it. you rip it open, and bam’s tail wags excitedly, more than ready to be fed.

you return his smile as you wave around the dog-bone-shaped treat.

okay, one last try and you will give up for the night.

“bamie, baby, speak.”

silence.

one more. the last time, you swear.

“bamie, speak. woof. like this, remember?”

still nothing.

“speak, bamie.”

“woof!”

it’s almost like he just said goodnight to you. calm. quiet. casual. and scarily identical to the tone of jungkook’s woof.

you gasp in surprise, eyes as big as saucers as you feed him the treat with your trembling hand. for context, jungkook has been tirelessly trying to teach bam the command speak for the past month after watching a bunch of tiktoks of adorable dogs doing it. his fiery determination deserves to be acknowleged and recognized, especially when he resorted to acting like a dog as a teaching method.

jungkook fought a dog his size at three years old and twenty years later had another fight with a random dog in the countryside when he and his hyungs went strawberry picking. and somehow everything boiled down to this. from barking contests to an anticlimactic woof. it has been entertaining and . . . painful to watch.

and then it dawns on you.

jungkook missed his son’s first word.

his drunk ass just had to deflate and fall asleep five minutes before it happened. you sigh in frustration, watching your child lick and chew on the treat before swallowing.

“can you do it again?”

he sits infront of you in his good boy pose once again, licking his lips, obviously asking for more.

“stay, bamie. i just need to get something, okay?” you say to him as you carefully free yourself from your boyfriend’s heavy arms and thighs.

you quickly grab jungkook’s newest camcorder in the bedroom (still carrying the pack of treats because you’re not as dumb as you were two weeks ago) before coming back to find bam licking jungkook’s cheek. he quickly approaches you again when you sit back down.

focusing the camera on bam, you start filming with jungkook’s snoring in the background.

“bamie, speak.”

“woof!”

the innocent puppy gazes past the camera expectantly, and you break out into a smile.

“ohh? that’s my good boy! good boy, bamie! you finally got it! i’m so proud of you. here, baby. here.”

you extend your arm to give him the treat, and he jumps to feast on it to his heart’s content.

oh, to marvel at a ball of fur made of curious senses and perplexing stamina for simply existing. to form a sacred bond using only single words and hushed caresses. to have such a creature love you unconditionally and co-exist with its guard down despite having sharp teeth that can make you bleed, does it not make you want to become a kinder human?

—

“are you crying?”

“no. why would i cry?” jungkook’s voice cracks, tear-stained eyes trained on the video he’s been watching on loop for the past ten minutes. he’s still in his pajamas, bare-faced and hair disheveled from sleep. he most probably doesn’t even remember that you woke him up and practically dragged him back to the bedroom after getting bam settled back in his bed.

the hangover soup you prepared is half-eaten and neglected, and you’re positive teardrops have fallen into the bowl so you move it over to the side.

any chance that he’s still drunk?

“he really learned it! and we sound the same, don’t we? that’s cool. it really worked.” he rambles on as the video restarts for the nth time, the hand not holding the camcorder tugging at his hair in an attempt to dull his throbbing headache.

you stand behind his chair, hugging him from behind as you watch the screen together.

“you tried to make it sound like it was the first time, didn’t you?”

you sheepishly hide your face on his neck. “bad acting?”

“if my hangover was a bit worse than this, i would’ve believed it.” he chuckles, squeezing your hand reassuringly. “i love you, baby.”

“i love you more.” you say quietly, kissing his cheek before breaking away. “now go give him his breakfast so you can experience it yourself.”

he springs up on his feet almost immediately, speeding towards bam’s food bowl. you shake your head with an amused smile, letting him have his quality time with bam as you finish your breakfast.

“baby!” jungkook yells from the living room as you put away your empty plate in the sink.

“whaaaat?”

“come here!”

“wait!” you yell back, washing your hands before heading to where he is.

you find him sitting on the floor with his legs crossed while holding up bam’s bowl. bam is standing infront of him, patiently waiting for his breakfast.

“what’s wrong?”

“look at this!” your boyfriend pouts at you. “bamie, speak.”

silence.

and then he- “woof!”

and bam responds, “woof!”

you look at them back and forth in confusion, before trying it out yourself. “bamie, speak.”

“woof!” he follows your command without missing a beat.

jungkook’s mouth hangs open, feeling utterly shocked and betrayed. you cover your mouth to stifle your laughter.

they can invent their own language if this carries on.

“this is so wrong. help me do it too! i’ve been working so hard!” he wails in agony and disappointment.

you sit beside him, breathing deeply to compose yourself because you feel too guilty to make fun of him further.

damn it, he was already happy earlier. guess you still have more work to do.

you rub his hunched back soothingly, kissing away the defeated look etched on his face. “aw, my love, i’m sorry. he’s a fast learner, so don’t be sad! he’ll respond to you in no time. but first-”

you gently pry away the bowl from his tight grip, warily side-eyeing the starving puppy drooling at the sight of its first meal of the day.

“let’s give him his reward before he yells at you.”

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tw implied sa

great! i was thinking that maybe you could write something where the reader has a hard time with intimacy, maybe because of previous experiences of violence in that regard? like maybe she has strayed off of it for some time. idk, in all his toughness + protectiveness i feel that joel would be very understanding and guiding. i’d really enjoy reading about it!! totally understand if you’d prefer not to write it, though!! sending love

tysm for the request! soft Joel ahead, implied established relationship.

Joel noticed it the second you tensed.

Flinching might be second nature in the human body after years of alert, but muscles become hard as a rock came from a different place. The first times it happened, he removes his hand the same second they landed on your skin as if a fire burned them away. Now, knowing of your past and remembering you had just asked him, "come closer", Joel only waited for your next instruction.

Wind howled loudly outside, spreading the sharp cold and reminding him of why he was so worried about you.

After a couple of heartbeats, he feels it. Relaxing. Unwinding.

It takes a few seconds, but your body molds inside his embrace. Joel gives you a moment, then finishes pulling you closer to his chest.

"Is this okay?" he asks.

He feels the nod of your heart. Joel's eyes close at the proximity he'd been craving for so long.

You're in his arms, nuzzling your chest and head until it fits properly under his chin, your legs scooting closer to his until Joel feels the warmth of your whole body pressed against his.

He surprised himself — Joel imagined having you in his arms would awaken the dark and twisted parts of his brain. The ones that screamed whenever you smiled up at him. The ones that whispered filthy things and all the ways he could ruin you, soak his fingers and face with your ecstasy and then swim in all your afterglow.

Instead, Joel cuddles back.

He nuzzles his nose into your hair, amazed by how much it smells okay. Most things smell either like dust or bad now, but not you.

Joel feels your sigh.

He's unable to wrap his arms tighter around you, but every part of him screams that's exactly what he should do.

Protect you. Guide you. Keep you safe and sound. Tucked into him.

"This isn't uncomfortable for you?" Your voice sounds smaller than usual.

Joel shakes his head. Places a kiss on top of your head. "'s the most comfortable I've been in a long time."

"Bullshit," you giggle.

That's the sound he enjoys. Joel pokes you with a finger. "I ain't never lied to you."

"Good. 'Cause you know my lie detector's as good as Ellie's."

"Two walking hounds, I swear," he huffs.

There are a few more moments of silence, and Joel wonders if you're trying to sleep.

This is the most comfortable he's been in a while. Only his flannel shirt and pants, the sleeping cot and your body on his.

He's almost out when you speak up again. "Joel?"

"Yeah, baby?"

Your lips breathe out hot air close to his neck. "Thank you."

He's confused. Had he done something and forgot about it? He'd move his head to get a better look at you if he wasn't so fitted. "What for?"

A shrug. The huff of breath raises goosebumps on his skin, but nothing comes close to the electricity jolting through him when he feels your lips on his skin. "For being you."

He's on fire. There's heat on his cheeks, his chest, all over. "That ain't a reason to be thankful."

"It is to me." So certain. Defensive, and it's over him. Joel's a little dizzy.

"Well, then thank you. For bein' you."

He feels your arms squeezing around his waist and the tiny pleased exhale makes Joel feel an odd desire to cry — his throat locks, and instead of saying something witty or stealing one of Ellie's puns, all he does is kiss your temples since that's within his reach.

"Sleep, baby."

Within seconds, you two. Joel stays up with his fingers running through your hair, imagining a day where no touch will make you flinch. He'd be there to witness it. He'd make it happen.

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spirit-of-the-chaos-gospel · 1 year

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My thoughts on John Mulaney & the Baby J special

There’s so many places I could start but it doesn’t matter because this is definitely gonna be long af.

So. I’m not exactly clear on what exactly the beef with Mulaney is. Here’s what I have heard:

People are upset about his addiction and stay in rehab. Honestly, I don’t understand why this is even a reason to be angry at someone. Parasocial relationships really have y’all pissed at this one man for something a lot of celebrities have done, are doing, and will continue to do. Dumb reason to vilify him.

Divorcing his wife and having a baby with another woman even after saying he didn’t want children. Okay, if he did cheat on his wife, that’s fucked up and he sucks for that. Another ‘my wife’ guy down the drain. But whether he cheated or not, the reason his marriage fell apart is not our business. Stop taking it personally.

Dave Chapelle transphobia when he opened for JM. Alright, I’ll give you this one. I don’t know the details (honestly I don’t really want to go looking for them), so I’m not going to say whether it did or didn’t happen and how bad it was. I’m a genderqueer person and it makes me sad that Mulaney may have knowingly let that joke happen. I wish he would say something.

I found Baby J comforting in a weird way. I went into it wondering if he was going to address any of the shit that happened in the past few years; I was thrilled to see that that is literally all the special was about.

Someone on tumblr said “John Mulaney is a piece of shit, but he’s still the funniest motherfucker out there” and dude. Yes. As always, his comedic timing was incredible.

Baby J made me laugh so hard. There was some killer lines in there that nearly knocked me out; his vibe is truly different, but there’s also still that token Mulaney dry humor. It reminded me why I took so much comfort in his past specials as a teenager, because his sarcasm and wit have never failed to make me smile. As I watched the special, I found myself relieved that he was back, happy that I have new John Mulaney content to meme about.

Don’t get me wrong, Baby J was not as raw and brutal as Bo Burnham’s Inside. If Mulaney had tried to make it like that, it would’ve been disingenuous and boring. He was true to his own humor and I things that’s really important.

Everything he said was blunt and honest. I noticed that he was genuinely laughing at his own jokes and the memories he was recounting. I don’t think anyone ever realized how truly buttoned up and rigid he was onstage in the last specials because we were all “hehe funny man runnin around”. Isn’t that wild? Suddenly he’s showing his real self, and I think that’s incredible. He’s imperfect and uncomfortable and that’s not something we haven’t gotten to see in celebrities very often.

I can’t speak from experience with addiction because I’ve never had an addiction. But I do understand that it’s a remarkable thing to overcome. I’m really happy for John Mulaney, and I’m very glad he’s doing better. Hopefully we’ll see some more improvement in him from here. I wish we could’ve gotten to hear more about what happened with his wife and the baby, but like I said that’s not really our business.

“When I’m alone, I realize I’m with the person who tried to kill me.” Okay but that one felt very personal, I won’t be taking questions.

TLDR; I think parasocial relationships are a big part of why people are pissed at John Mulaney, and we all need to recognize that. He’s a human being and he’s allowed to fuck up. Baby J was an incredible show from start to finish and I will be watching it a million more times.

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NSFW Alphabet with TFP Ratchet? 👉👈😳

A= Aftercare

Ratchet is always very gentle. He already has blankets and pillows set out for you, and he’s ready to care for you if anything hurts.

B= Body Part

He loves his thighs, strong and thick. Ratchet loves your sides, especially if you have squishier parts/hip dips.

C= Cum

Doesn’t like too much to clean up. Too messy for him.

D= Dirty Secret

He has a daddy kink, but is embarrassed about it. Wants to call you “Baby/Baby girl/Baby boy” and wants to be called “Daddy.”

E= Experience

Experience with humans? Almost none, but with relationships, he’s had many. He knows what he should and can do with cybertronians, but not with humans. You’ll have to guide him through it (because he doesn’t want to displease you) the first few times.

F= Favorite Position

You against a wall or his workstation. Usually with you laying down and somewhere he can take care of you afterwards.

G= Goofy

Pretty serious when he’s being intimate with you.

I= Intimacy

Loves to be really sweet with you, especially if you return his behavior with the same ideals.

J= Jack Off

Not that often, but if it’s been a rough solar cycle he’ll slip into a storage closet and destress.

K= Kink

Sounding, spanking, daddy kink, punishment type things. If you’re uncomfortable with any of that he’ll be satisfied with vanilla things too.

L= Location

In the medbay or in a storage closet, against the wall. Somewhere he can clean up easily.

M= Motivation

You being bratty or impatient with something, it makes him want to put you in your place.

N= No

Making you cry is a definite no. He’ll stop and start aftercare if you begin to tear up. Even though he’s into rough stuff, he’s not a monster.

O= Oral

Prefers to give because he is just too big for you to even attempt that. You could try, but you’d need to switch to his valve if you wanted to give.

P= Pace

Slow and rough, but he wants to make sure you know how much he needs you.

Q= Quickie

Ratchet’s fine with them, usually wants more than that small amount of time with you though.

R= Risk

Can be risky, especially with pulling you into a closet or pushing you onto his workstation.

S= Stamina

He barely has any energy after one round, and he uses the rest of it to take care of you. No doubt you’ll be as tired out as he is.

T= Toys

He has some rope for you to tie him up in.

U= Unfair

Pretty unfair, due to the punishment kink mentioned before.

V= Volume

Loud whiney growls, and Ratchet loves to tell you what to do. Lots of filthy things quietly spoken in your ears.

W= Wild Card

He has the softest blankets for you to wrap up in afterwards.

X= Xray

His spike is about 2 feet/61 cm long with blue circle shaped biolights dotted down it in a repetitory ‘bigger circle, smaller circle,’ pattern.

Y= Yearning

Doesn’t want to interface that often, you’ll probably seem like the ‘needy’ one in the relationship.

Z= Zzz

Ratchet will claim he still has work to do in the medbay, but if you get him to stay he will fall into recharge very fast.

#tfp ratchet #ratchet #ratchet x reader #tfp ratchet x reader #tfp #tfp x reader #valveplug #transformers prime

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wildpeachfarm · 1 month

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Thank you for being such a level headed blog in a time it is much needed while providing much needed relief today with the dnf omega verse posting 😂

While I agree with everything being said, I do think people are missing a big point trying to claim Caiti is an adult woman just bc she turned 18. Talk to most 21 year old and they say 18 is a baby, 25 say 21 is a baby so on. 18 is not some number where magically you stop having childish feeling and emotions. Humans are still developing and maturing all the way into their 20s

It’s about experience and adulting. she wanted to take adult actions while not making mature choices. It is a nuanced thing being 18 because you are still a teenager but also legally an adult but you just left high school but have a job but you can’t drink but but but

I just think people need to be very careful about saying…well she is 18, she is a fully fledged mature adult., cable of adult decision making and rationalization of complex feeling they may be feeling for the first time. That is something you’ll see predators use especially when grooming their victims where the second they turn 18, they go public with their “relationship” (this was something forever q/smp did, claiming the age of consent is lower in Brazil so it was okay)

The point is: Caiti was aware of the choices she was making, cognizant of her options (despite drinking), and choice to remain in a situation that made HER uncomfortable. If she cannot communicate her feeling in a situation like this, she should not be going to parties. She is of an age where she SHOULD be mentally mature enough to recognize some of this. This is not infantilizing her but stating a fact that she is immature and her actions have shown that. She needs to grow the hell up. And she better get used to being uncomfortable because that’s part of what being an adult is. It’s dealing with the uncomfortable-ness of situation and dealing with them in a mature and reasonable way. This is coming from a 30 year old touch adverse person who has to navigate a friendship with someone who is very touch affectionate and knowing not every touch is malice even though it makes me extremely uncomfortable to people to touch anywhere that isn’t my hands…so like I get it but Caiti can’t take this high road without taking personal responsibility that she was irresponsibility and overreacted. (I also think her ‘friends’ gaslit her into believing it was something it was not and she truly needs therapy to sort though all these feelings and emotions to even hope of having a functioning adult life with relationships)

I can only hope her vacation gave her time of reflection and she can see how far she has caused this to spiral and apologize to George in private at least. Because she just started and lead a hate campaign against a man who took responsibility and apologized for how his actions made her feel even if it was not his intentions. Her feelings are valid but that does not excuse her actions which were very malicious (side-eyeing her initial statement and subsequent responses). This is something that never should’ve been made public and should have been handled between the two of them and no one else

-sorry for the word vomit, it wasn’t sitting well with me seeing multiple platforms saying 18 year old are adults and can’t be treated like children. I hope those people are all under the age of 25 bc many adults reflect on how wrong they were when they thought they knew everything at 18-19 and were convinced they were emotionally intelligent. Hell I look back at 25 and realize how stupid I was and readily admit that. I worry for the youth growing up with social media as their morality benchmarks

thank you for adding your thoughts very appreciated :)

#ask #anon #anti drummyache tag

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Teylan - NSWF ABC

I am so done with work, so here’s a bit of fun 🫠

Divider by @cafekitsune

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

This baby loves to take care of you, and being able to spoil you, but he’s gonna be a bit clumsy. Stuttering and second-guessing himself. Also, please remember Teylan NEEDS aftercare himself. Sex is new to him, and Teylan is still learning about himself, and he’s gonna need some reassurance afterward.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Teylan is very insecure; he was raised to distrust anything Na'vi. That and Mercer did a number on his own self-esteem. It's going to take a lot of gentle work and praise before he's going to be comfortable in his own skin.

For his lover, Teylan is definitely going to prefer a human lover, and here's why. He loves how soft they are. Gentle curves, whether you're plush or skinny, a human is much softer than the sharp ridges of a Na'vi.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

At first, Teylan hated it, questioning why it wasn't like a human's and wanting it to be "normal," but after some reassurance, Teylan quickly found that he loves to cover you in it. Rubbing it into your skin so no matter where you go, you always smell like him.

D= Dominate (how dominate are they)

Nope, nada, does not compute. Teylan needs you to walk him through things and teach him the ropes. He will follow your every command, even asking if he's doing it right. The only way you will get a dominating man out of Teylan is if you teach him first, and remember, it's only what you taught him.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

None! Do you think he was having sex at TAP? I doubt Teylan even got sex ed there, and don't get me started on privacy! At best, Teylan started to explore his body once he left, but there is a chance he didn't until after he met you.

F= Favorite position

Cowgirl. Teylan loves being able to look you in the eye as you take control. His large hands gently holding your hips as you bounce on his cock. Mesmerized by your tits in his face and the sounds leaving your lips.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

At first, not at all. Too nervous that he might mess it up and unsure of himself. But once Teylan is comfortable in his skin, he loves giggling and laughing with you. Some of his favorite moments are when the two of you laugh into each other's mouths as you kiss. Your lips barely able to lock together before more giggles erupt from you.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

I'm gonna be honest on this one; I have no clue. I'm gonna guess it's whatever TAP had them doing. Which either means they weren't allowed sharp things to shave down there or it was a part of regular maintenance.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Intimacy: Teylan always craves it, whether that be platonic, romantic, or sexual. You can do it fast and rough all you want, but Teylan needs to know that you love and care about him as you do so.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Definitely not often. Touching himself was something he needed to learn how to do. But to this day, it is something that can make him feel uncomfortable. Quite possibly, he doesn't get the urge to do so often, either uninterested or you're already helping him with his not-so-little problem.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Mommy kink makes Teylan's brain go brrrr. The moment you give him a command, he jumps to do it. Hearing you call him baby bot makes his cock twitch, and hearing you call yourself Mommy, he's an absolute goner.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Teylan is a shy baby; he doesn't feel comfortable with others seeing him vulnerable like that. Teylan wants to do it just for the two of you in either his or your room, safe and sound.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Teylan is very curious; he loves to learn new things. What I'm trying to say is that Teylan loves to learn what makes you tick. What turns you on, what makes you moan the loudest, how can he make you scream in pleasure. That's what makes Teylan go.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

No pain play, meaning anything like spanking or impact play, rough hair pulling, or anything too rough in general. Anything that can cause pain or resembles violence and Teylan will shut down.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Grade A puppy boy. Eagar and messy. Teylan wants to bury himself in your cunt and never leave. Lapping at your folds and slurping on your slick. Teylan will stay there until you force him to breathe, showing off his face with your slick dripping down his chin.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Teylan really lets you control the pace in bed; he is still unable to make his own decisions. He loves watching you make each other feel good. As for how long, well, Teylan hasn't been active very long, resulting in his shorter time span.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

It's not that he hates quickies; it's that they give him anxiety. Quickies usually mean that you're both on a short time spend and have to get it over and done quickly. There's the anxious part of him that others will go looking for the two of you and seeing you. But there's also the fact that he feels a lack of emotional bonding, leaving him feeling empty and hurt. So, no quickies for Teylan.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Technically, yes, but this boy got anxiety. Teylan is always interested in trying new things, but it may take him a while to warm up and try the idea.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Unfortunately, Teylan doesn't quite have the control to last a while. The first time you two had sex, he came the moment he was inside you. And while it's not as bad as before, he's still pretty quick. But in his defense, Teylan can easily go a good eight rounds before he's too oversensitive.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Yes! Teylan loves toys, whether on him or you. Human tech is super exciting and cool to Teylan, and finding out that humans make toys for sexual pleasure, you may have just started Christmas on Pandora.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Not super into it. Teylan prefers it to be a straight pleasure, but if you ask to sit on his cock for a while, he won't say no. But be prepared. He's going to beg with little whimpers into your ear about how he wants to cum inside you and make you feel good.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Teylan is whiny and whimpery. It seems like a never-ending stream of pleasure and begging because he just wants to fill you up because you make him feel so good.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Teylan will never admit it, but there is something about So'lek that intrigues him, and he's heard that two men can do it together. Maybe you would also be interested?

X= X-ray

Based on the lack of nutrients he received at TAP, I'm gonna say that Teylan is smaller than the average Na'vi, sitting at 18 inches in length fully hard.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

I'm going to say it's a little lower than average. His day-to-day anxiety makes him exhausted by the end of the day. A lot of times, at the end of the day, he just wants to be cuddled into your arms.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Afterward, it can take Teylan a bit to fall asleep. His heart still pounding, his skin still feeling the remains of pleasure buzzing. Teylan loves laying with you and pillow talk.

#avatar #smut #frontiers of pandora #avatar frontiers of pandora #avatar pandora #pandora #teylan frontiers of pandora #atwow frontiers of pandora #headcanons #headcanon #teylan cult #teylan #teylan x reader #Teylan x you #subby men

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I would love to hear your thought on this, cause this is something I saw on a Dreamling discord server and it. just. won't. leave. my. mind.

Post-imprisonment Dream is a bit unhinged (shocking, I know), more than a little bit unstable, and a wee bit more protective of those he considers his, like precious Hob. So Dream just whisks Hob away to the Dreaming, and makes sure that Hob won't want to leave by giving him every pleasure he can dream of. Imagine, Hob blindfolded & gagged, completely immobile, bound with silken ropes either on his knees or spread wide open, silver cockring keeping his dick hard, hole and prostate being absolutely wrecked by a fucking machine with the largest dildo possible. Hob can't take it anymore, the dildo has been pounding his prostate into submission all this time, and it seems like he gets more and more sensitive with each strike. It's been days? months? or even years, but Dream just won't let him cum, says he needs to be a good boy and give himself over to Dream completely, mind, body, and soul. By this point, Hob is nearly incoherent, only whines and whimpers can be heard, and his face is completely slack with sweat, tears and drool running down constantly. He'll do anything to be able to cum, so he begs Dream in his mind. He begs and begs until all he can think about is how much he wants to be good for his king. Unfortunately for him, instead of granting him mercy, Dream gets creative.

Hob is so sensitive now, he's at that point where he can even feel it whenever Dream is nearby, and Hob hears him say, "Now then, my love, are you ready for more?"

Dream pulls out all the stops. The fucking machine gets replaced with every sex toy imaginable, tentacles galore, Dream fucking Hob himself in all his 7ft. tall glory. Sometimes, Dream even replaces his man parts with a lovely pink pussy, which he also wrecks into oblivion. And, in all this time, he hasn't let Hob come once.

Eventually, eventually, Dream finally deems Hob ready and perfect and while Hob is fucking himself on his lord's cock. Dream allows him to cum, and he doesn't let his precious human stop cumming for a long, long time.

I'm totally cool with fictional noncon/dubcon, but obviously, some people aren't. So if you're uncomfortable, you could imagine Hob knowing Dream has this kink and agrees to roleplay, consensual nonconsent. Hob might as well be a full-time sugar baby at this point XD He practically doesn't have time for anything else lol

Ngl full time Dreaming sugar baby Hob is... an excellent concept. I love the idea of Dream making up for all the time they've lost by keeping Hob with him in his own realm for potentially years at a time. Sure, Hob loves life and the waking world, but he's had 600+ years of that and it's nice to experience something new! It's a good opportunity for him to "die" for a bit before he moves onto a new identity.

I loooove a total control freak Dream. Control freak unhinged Dream is even better. Let's face it, Hob isn't exactly a normal dude, he can take everything Dream wants to throw at him. And yeah, Dream kind of takes that as a challenge. He wants to push Hob to the absolute limit of what he can take. He wants to do things to Hob that no one has ever done to him before. He wants Hob to find pleasure, but he also wants to go absolutely insane and show Hob that he is owned.

I do looove the idea of Hob not being allowed to cum for like. An unreasonable amount of time. I think he'd be super into it too, basically handing control of his orgasm 100% over to Dream. And Dream would be so mean about it, because he has (almost) limited patience and he's going to make Hob wait.

Imho as a small detail I think Dream would really have to learn how to do aftercare because although Hob is up for anything, he also very much wants to be cuddled and snuggled and told that he's a good boy afterwards. Poor Lucienne probably has to find him a book on How to Look After the Guy You Just Ruined (For Dummies).

#dreamling #the sandman #nsft

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redcliffed · 1 year

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You asked for Grelle asks, so I have some!

1. Do you think she regrets killing Ann?

2. What does she think of her job? Does she see it as a means to redemption? Or does she feel trapped and not care, since she’s broken so many rules?

3. What do you think her human life was like? Family dynamics?

BLESS U i love these questions

1. she 1000% regrets killing her and you cannot convince me otherwise. it’s like pulling teeth to get her to admit it but it was such an impulse move that she definitely did not think out and the severity of the literal murder she committed doesn’t hit until after the fact. grell and anne were definitely like…insanely codependent and there’s no way their relationship wasn’t tumultuous and i’ve always hced that grell regularly tries to test the limits by sabotaging the relationship when she’s pissed except OOPS this time she can’t take it back. and she pretends it doesn’t haunt her but it very much does and she misses her so bad and wants to jump off a cliff about it.

2. she deserted the second she saw a hot girl covered in blood to go kill people so she’s definitely not that worried about her immortal soul. i think bc of the fact that she’s trans in the 1800s (a definitively unfun combination) she probably already had brainworms drilled into her head about her existence being sinful or whatever (i’m just assuming she was raised christian cuz like. probably) so when she bites it and is presented with a variation on purgatory and the eventual promise of something vaguely heavenlike she’s just like “hm are we sure about that” which is probably part of her willingness to say fuck it and commit atrocities. there’s also the existential terror of it all cuz like killing yourself and then being immortal is a Bad Predicament and worse when u add the trans layer and that probably contributed to her general attitude and probably made her not very fond of the divine powers that be. so i feel like her mindset is kinda just “idk if i wanna go to heaven this god guy kinda sucks.” so yeah she just sucks up work to pay her divine rent and also cuz the immortality thing makes her able to express herself but the actual redemptive point of reapering is not something that she cares about that much and she kinda thinks she might be a lost cause at this point. it’s just a job to her.

3. *cracks knuckles* oh i could talk about this FOREVERRRR my backstory for her is so fucking detailed for no reason. but yeah her human life SUCKED! it sucked real bad. she was a sad little pushover with an abusive dad and a mom who Did Not Want Her and she lived with them until she died. she was a Problem Child and she kinda just retreated into herself the older she got bc she was trying to not get abused about it. she has def always been deeply unstable and that was noticeable to the people around her (including her parents who Did Not Like That and were generally ashamed of her) and bc of that she was a very lonely person.

her dad was a bookbinder (according to my notes app. i think i looked up like middle class jobs 1810s or something but if that’s inaccurate just replace it with like a standard middle class job. point is her family was normal and boring financially). her mom was significantly younger than her dad and did not want to be married to him but was essentially baby trapped and grell faced the brunt of that resentment. very bad household to exist in general but especially when u are a deeply mentally ill queer child. they were also religious which is just another fun layer bc i like projecting my horrible experiences onto my blorbos. but yeah grell grew up in that hellish house and never got out. she wanted to pursue acting but it never went anywhere. she had a brief on and off fling with a guy in her early 20s but she was uncomfortable for gender reasons she could not verbalize so she basically sabotaged the shit out of it. she stuck it out until she was 27 but after years of literally nothing good or interesting happening ever and her just constantly feeling miserable and like peeling off her own skin she reached a breaking point and boom now she is immortal. would go into more detail but i’m too lazy to do the historical research rn lmao

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #grell sutcliff #headcanons #asks

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ingek73 · 5 months

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You can’t truly understand the royal race row unless you’ve felt the sting of skin tone bigotry

Georgina Lawton

The row over Omid Scobie’s new book has reignited a depressing debate about mixed-race identity, with our voices barely heard

Wed 6 Dec 2023 10.00 GMT

Meghan in a white coat and hat and Harry in a black suit and tie with military badges.

There are a few words and phrases I’ve muted on X (formerly Twitter) for a while, including: mixed-race, biracial, interracial relationship, and royal race row. But I would have had to have thrown my phone in the sea to avoid part two of the latter, involving Archie’s skin tone, Meghan and Harry’s unofficial biographer, Omid Scobie, and his new book, Endgame – in which the two royals who apparently commented on Archie’s skin colour before he was born were named in the Dutch-language version of the book (which was promptly pulped by the publisher).

I do sympathise – with Archie first and foremost, that is. Before he is even able to talk, his heritage has been loaded with meaning, his very existence described as progressive, transgressive, a step forwards or a step backwards, depending on whom you speak to. Being born into a story over which you have little control is a heavy load to bear. Many people of colour in white spaces and “mixed-race” people will relate.

To me, the most tedious part of this race row is the “is it racist, is it not racist” dance. While Meghan and Harry have yet to break their silence, Boris Johnson has declared that it is “not remotely racist” to query how dark a baby may be. Timeline trolls and rightwing thinkers repeat the same refrain. But rather than getting into this pointless back and forth, we need to think about why these kind of comments about skin tone are still being made in the 21st century; and those directly affected by these words need to express why, and if, it makes them feel uncomfortable.

Personally I’d quite like it if no one passed comment on my particular “mix” ever again – and I don’t think that’s too much to ask. Quite recently I was sharing a late-night taxi with someone who commented on the low “timbre” of my voice. He confidently put this down to the Nigerian side of my heritage and compared the voices of his mixed-Jamaican friends to his mixed-Nigerian friends, concluding that west Africans had voices like mine, and that I couldn’t “pass” for Jamaican. I shut this down quite quickly, but found myself tiptoeing around my language, lest he would feel that I was calling him racist – which would inflame the whole thing. I also had no backup.

I can definitely relate to having white people analysing one’s appearance or “phenotype” as a mixed-race person, trying to work out which aspect comes from the white side versus the black side. The comments are rooted in eugenicist-style thinking: they are ultimately a hallmark of darker days gone by when the justification of the subjugation of black people was rooted in proving their non-humanity. Whether or not there is ill-intent behind these kind of comments doesn’t really matter. The onus is on the person making them to educate themselves and make a pledge to do better.

Trying to empathise here is key. Many people will never really know what it’s like to be in a room full of people to whom you are related, or you know quite intimately, and overhear a remark that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and makes you wonder: do they think those things about me?

In my book Raceless, I wrote about experiences like this: the reality of being raised in all-white spaces when you are not white. Many people have written to me over the years, some of them multiracial, some of them not, to say they recognise the fatigue and mental anguish that comes from standing out in homogeneous settings. When Meghan spoke about her troubled time within the royal family and the racial minefields she walked through, I didn’t find it hard to relate – as I’m sure was the case with many others. But she was shut down, brandished a liar and a drama queen, and effectively forced out of the country by our mainstream press.

Many people of colour in white spaces and those of mixed backgrounds battle every day with the idea that their very existence represents a crossing of boundaries, a disruption of long-held beliefs around kinship and belonging. Your experiences and your skin shade can also be called into question by those with whom you share loving and intimate experiences.

Instead of pretending these instances don’t happen in modern Britain and in our families, we need to let those affected speak up when they do – to avoid repeating the same old mistakes.

Georgina Lawton is the author of Raceless: In Search of Family, Identity, and the Truth About Where I Belong

#meghan markle #georgina lawton #the guardian #prince harry #omid scobie #race #british royal family #royal race row

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Lo (2009)

Lo. A story about a young man who faces off against demons in order to rescue his girlfriend- and is confronted with some uncomfortable truths. It rides the line between comical and outright campy, sometimes using that line as a jumprope, but still manages to tug on my heartstrings even though I've seen it probably a hundred times.

It's also weird as hell in some parts, both to its benefit and detriment, but I enjoy it all.

So get comfortable, keep your hands and arms inside the summoning circle, and let's get to the reviewing!

Review under the cut and as always, beasties and ghouls, there will be SPOILERS AHEAD!

This movie was made on a very limited budget, and takes place entirely in one location- the main character's living room. Despite the limitations of budget and locale, Lo manages to tell a very emotional story, and looks pretty good doing it!

(Side note- this movie, as far as I could determine, DOES NOT exist in HD form, and you know what? I think that's a good thing.)

The movie utilizes prosthetics for several characters, giving them unique and vaguely grotesque appearances; its also used when Justin, our main character, starts breaking down and enters into a conversation with his own brain through a wound on his hand.

The characters are what carry this movie, given its lack of flexibility in other categories as previously mentioned. We get drawn into Justin's struggle to command a powerful demon in order to save his missing girlfriend, and can't really help but laugh at Lo's wisecracks as it taunts its summoner and plays with his mind.

Justin is Just Some Guy, stepping out of his comfort zone and into the realm of the demonic and occult, in search of his girlfriend April who has been kidnapped by demons. He really has no idea what he's doing, but it's admirable how he keeps going, despite being threatened, humiliated, injured, and even poisoned. Even after he finds out his beloved's true nature, he still tries to bring her home.

April is, in fact, a demon herself, one of the murderous, vile, foul disgusting denizens of hell, unique among her people for being the only demon who possesses human emotions- the entire spectrum. She's the only one who can experience love, both the good parts of it and the bad. Other demons can't understand what love even feels like, and its shown that they're envious of this ability. (Though they'll deny it, of course.)

We get a musical number performed by the demon who kidnapped her (its name is Jeez, which I think about every time I use that word) that gives us her backstory, which amuses me and also kind of gives me secondhand embarrassment for reasons I cannot fathom. (It's called Demon Girl and you can find the scene on Youtube at the time of writing this.)

Lo, played by Jeremiah Birkett (who also stars as Bluebell the troll in the 10th Kingdom, another underrated early 2000s gem), is hilarious on first watch and compelling on additional ones. Its constant jabs at Justin, such as calling him 'Dinner' because that name better fits his future, make it likeable and blurs the lines of what evil really is. It's easy to forget that Lo, by its own admission, and I quote- 'will eat, kill, and rape anything, especially babies'.

The demon Lo does its best to dissuade Justin from his mission, suggesting multiple times that he dismiss it and burn the book like April had told him, which may be a hint to the twist that comes at the end of the film. Other possible hints include Lo using April's voice, going into details on what demons DO to people, and outright telling Justin that to call it disgusting is to call her disgusting, as they are the same.

Because they are. April is Lo, having fled Hell in the guise of a human, stealing a very special book- the book that Justin later uses to summon Lo. The revelation that they are one and the same seems to be the thing that finally convinces Justin that he and April can't be together, no matter how many demons he summons or how brave and determined he is.

I admit I had not clocked the twist on my first viewing, too caught up in the drama of Justin/Dinner vs the menagerie of demons (and the silliness of scenes like The Waiter putting on a performance while he makes a drink, shortly before he pours Justin's ACTUAL drink) to pick up on any of the hints.

I can't talk about this movie without mentioning the music. First we have the film's score, composed by Scott Glasgow, whose tracks 'Love, Misunderstood' and 'Love Theme From "Lo"' never fail to bring on a sense of melancholic nostalgia. Second, but equally as memorable To Me, are The Rondo Brothers, whose contributions to the film are their tracks 'Computers on Ice' and 'Ghost Patrol'. One of those tracks is fun and silly and the other one is played during the solemn ending, so of course it vexes and haunts me to this day.

I doubt the movie would have made such an impression on me without the music, but it's the dialogue that really gets me. We have comedic lines, like Lo accusing Justin/Dinner of being racist against demons, a solid 15 seconds of Justin muttering 'god damn it' repeatedly, and one of my favorites- 'Dude. Dude. I just heard you fell for the whole, "drink this and you can walk through Hell bit".' from Jeez.

There's also more serious lines that stick with me. Lo firmly stating that 'a demon should never entertain the notion that love is the answer to its question'. Justin pleading with April to stay, even after he knows she's a demon, by promising her 'Tell me you won't eat me and I'll make you my wife.'

The ending hurts in such a good way. Even after all he's been through, Justin doesn't get to rescue April and bring her home. Instead, he has to let her go, closing the circle and burning her book, cut off from her for good. Like most tragedies, there was no other way it could have ended.

Another thing I'd like to touch on is the creativity of using a stage performance to portray the flashback scenes, complete with 'actors', backstage crew, and some very expressive Comedy and Tragedy masks who are literally just people standing behind a curtain with only their faces visible.

And speaking of which, this is a movie that would translate very well to a stage, with the majority of the scenes consisting of Lo and Justin talking back and forth on the floor in a dark room, and secondary characters manifesting in various corners. (And a live version of Demon Girl sounds HILARIOUS.)

Overall I give this one 9 ghosts outta ten, as there are a couple things in it that it could probably have done without, but overall it's one of my favorite movies. No, it's not a scary movie, but there's a kind of horror to be found in knowing you love a monster, despite the monstrous things they've done.

#Lo 2009 #lo movie #jeremiah birkett #ward roberts #travis betz #horror movie #movie review #horror movie review #webbywatcheshorror #webbyreviewshorror #sarah lassez #scott glasgow #the rondo brothers #demons

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You can delete this if it's offensive, but I was wondering if you could explain how you as a disabled person feels about the portrayal of comic!Matt, specifically in Zdarsky's run. I want to know if there's anything you have that you like/dislike about it, thanks!

hoo boy, okay. well first of all thanks for understanding that talking about disabilities is uncomfortable for some people. i can give you my personal insights. just to preface: i don't have a disability that messes with my senses (sight, hearing, taste, feeling, smell) so i can't approach this question with that angle, however my disability affects a major life activity, which for me is walking.

i'd also highly recommend checking out @briefcasejuice and @mattmurdockspainkink for their takes on comic!matt (highly recommend this piece by ren)

so for me, one big issue i have personally with being disabled and how that information is taken in by others is that it can truly limit my autonomy/make people infantalize me. because my flare ups reduce my ability to function as a human being so much, oftentimes i'll be seen as a child or someone who is helpless, when i am very clearly not. i'd like to think i'm self sufficient, and infantilization of people with disabilities is just humiliating honestly. it's also hard for people to believe that disabled people can be morally wrong?? i've noticed that in a lot of experiences with myself and other people who've never met me before. purity and disability do not go hand and hand, and that is heavily played into the part with the whole infantilism thing.

this is interpreted as a trait that's righteous in matt's core, whether it be through his upbringing or his religious values, but oftentimes the weight of the words feel fake, because almost everytime you see one of these instances where matt's "traits" are involved, either he does opposite of his character development (but we aren't here for that side of zdarsky) or he's with a woman. in this specific run, he's with elektra for obvious reasons, but it feels like elektra is written in such a way that it makes matt feel weak, his decision making childlike, no control over his executive functions, and that's what pisses me off as a disabled person.

there was a lot of hope in vol 6 issue 1 with the whole "don't make my disability your fetish" line or whatever and that got me real excited to read because i wanted to see matt stick up for himself and just be able to, as cliché as it sounds, be himself for once. almost every single cemented iteration of disability in pop culture has a negative connotation, and although i'm not saying that disabilities are fun, you can only shit on them so much (trust me i know). instead we get this baby-man who is stripped of his autonomy whenever he's in a twenty foot radius of a singular woman.

matt's always described as a morally pure person, a good human being, couldn't hurt a fly. it plays into the stereotype that disabled people can't do much for themselves. just because i can't walk some of the time doesn't mean i have the decision making and morality of a four year old, same with matt. he's arguably actually a bad person. he's pretty shitty in the comics honestly, specifically in zdarsky's run. i get that being unassuming is his whole schtick, but holy fuck dude that's not his whole character.

i know that this daredevil, especially with the adventures he's on right now, is meant to be fantastical, and at the end of the day he's a fictional superhero, but god, i'd give anything for an issue of just matt being exhausted. yeah, he's high functioning, but at the base of his character, he's a middle-aged blind lawyer. tell me that doesn't reek of exhaustion.

thanks for asking this question!!

#dev talks #matt murdock #comic!matt murdock #ask me more questions like these i like talking about it!!

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Can you talk about Mr Sylvester's perfume making process? He's a fucked up lil guy doing fucked up lil guy things and I'm curious about that

I gotchu. Tw bodies, medical, some violence?? Blood talk.

Let’s start with the most important note: Sylvester does not put the entire body INTO the perfume, but he sure as hell tries to leave no leftovers.

For one, some parts just really can’t work (bones & teeth, bro), so what he does is he works with the fluids of the body.

Now there are 2 major ‘fluid’ systems of the human body that Sylvester works with: blood and lymph. 5 litres of blood of a 154 lb person constitutes 7% of weight, is 52-62% liquid plasma, and 38-48% cells. The plasma is mostly water but tends to be a tad heavier than water, with a density of 1.057 v. waters simple 1. This means that the blood will simply be a thicker substance when removed, and will have to be diluted before being added in the perfume process. To do that, it's p much a baby autopsy (or embalming ig??).

Sylvester often moves quickly when it comes to these things and deals with the body before all other ingredients, but on the rare occasion he’s called for a clean up, he gets a rigor mortis case. These means the major muscles have tensed up and you’re pretty much a mannequin. To get the body drained, he has to break the rigor mortis so he can insert this pipe that basically drains the blood out (like... reverse embalming machine). So, the rigor mortis is broken by massaging the major muscles to force them to relax (which, by the way, is a SUPER uncomfortable experience when you gotta do it ☠️), which then allows Sylvester to proceed by inserting the pipe into the carotid. When the pipe is inserted after the counter and the embalming machine [reverse vs. inserting] is switched on the blood is pulled out of the body. Now you got 5 litres of blood in a blender. So what's next?

Lymph, the second fluid, is clear, transparent, colourless, and flows all around our organs. That, coupled with fluids within our organs, poses an issue. Sylvester initially drained the fluids by hand through suctioning, but that proved to be risky – probably because that equipment gets pinged when you buy in bulk in Attollo. So instead he went a step further and began to design his own Still.

Now Stills are these copper machines that are basically tanks full of alcohol used to break down yeast and all the other exciting ingredients in various things. In Attollo, he works with machines taken from old brewery’s, which are tall old-fashioned Stills that were initially built in 1930’s France FOR perfuming, but were taken to America when pharmaceutical industry began booming. The tunnels under his house prove useful because they can fit the machines. He also uses Mash Tuns and a Cremation Machine. The Fermenter he uses holds the liquid that is produced after the distilling process – aka whoever was unfortunate enough to be... yknow.

So, he has them drained of blood. But the Lymph is still there so what can we do? Well, he puts them on what mimics a hospital bed and he wheels them down the hallway to the next room – this is his distilling chamber. He loads the body into the chamber, which is this giant copper tank mentioned above, closes and secures the door, and then turns the machine on. The machine will do what’s required next by breaking down the components of the body by fermentation, in a way. And when that’s all done, the fluid by now has been suctioned through the copper pipes into the Fermenter, or the machine that holds the liquids, and what remains inside the chamber is this... soapy body, which is not to pleasant. At this point Sylvester will either a) load the body into the cremator and turn it on or b) take a souvenir and then do part a). This is either because of preference or request: some of the particularly foul like to put a lock of hair into the bottle before sending it away as a gift (aka what was in Sysbas office). When the body is loaded into the cremator, the doors are locked and the machine is turned on. After about an hour or 3, depending on the body, what remains is 3-7 pounds of white chalky powder that Sylvester disposes of.

By now he would have begun preparing the rest of his ingredients necessary for the perfume, including diluting and distilling again, and the fluid that was produced from the body in the chamber would have been drained from the Fermenter. Sylvester often takes small portions and puts it into one bottle, mixed with a small portion of the blood that was drained, so what follows next is a lengthy process of disposing a LOT of waste in a way that won’t seem guilty. This means flushing down the toilet is not adequate. Often, he disposes it in the sewers through drainage pipes, digs a hole and dumps it in there (gardening king wow) or even goes as far as selling it to a few weird individuals who are interested in such things.

Finally, he completes the rest of the ingredients, creates the bottle that he wants to put the perfume into, bottles the perfume and either stores it in the stock room or delivers it to his client.

And yeah. LMAO.

#i think i posted this publicly before but it was an og patreom #patreon*#i have to recheck the info but this was all based on #forensice and funeral knowledge #char:sylvester #tw gore #tw violence #tw medical

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