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susiequaz12 · 6 months

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Whumptober 29

No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”

Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”

Day 29! Continuing Lo and Sol's time. This is right after yesterday's chapter from Day 28. CW: immortal whumpee, vampire caretaker, character death, burning, blood, stabbing, talk of death, and then some nice angsty fluff and caretaking.

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Solomon sat at the floor of the cave next to the fire. He had quickly checked the wound on his arm, wrapping it tight in some bandages. He had then checked the wounds across Lo’s back, they’d closed up, no longer seeping blood as they had began healing.

Roland had stabbed them over and over again- Solomon could still feel Lo’s weight on top of him as they were slaughtered- bleeding out to death on top of him as they’d sacrificed themselves for the vampire.

After they’d cleaned the wounds, Solomon carefully pulled Lo onto his lap, wrapping them up in his arms next to the fire, slowly rocking them back and forth, stroking their hair and waiting for the life to flush back into their body.

“I’m sorry- I’m so sorry-” he mumbled, planting a kiss into Lo’s soft curls. “I will never let anyone hurt you- I promise. Never again-”

Solomon let the tears fall from the weight of his failure. He let himself cry, holding the human in his arms as he began to hear the screams coming from outside.

He knew the sun was high above the horizon now, shining brightly above the tree line as Roland screamed and begged. No doubt he was burning to a crisp as the sunlight singed his skin- charring his flesh, sending coursing pain through what little of his body that he could still feel.

Solomon closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the human as their blood began to pump again throughout their veins. He carded fingers through their hair and planted another kiss on their forehead as Roland’s screams and cries slowly began to fade- dying down to soft whimpers before there was nothing left but the silence of the outside air.

Marlowe’s body flinched, and Solomon held them a little tighter, careful to avoid the injuries on their back. Their breathing began to grow unsteady, a trembling in their limbs as they began to come back to the world of the living.

Suddenly their body jolted backwards, nearly throwing themselves out of Solomon’s grasp. He quickly held onto them tighter as Lo began to shake with sobs, quick little breaths coming through their chest.

“Shh- shh it’s alright Lo, I’ve got you-” Sol whispered.

Eventually Lo’s eyes fluttered open slowly, seeing the vampire’s face above them. They stared for a moment, eyes scanning across his features before closing them once more.

“What- what happened?” Lo whispered. “What happened to me?”

“You’re alright- you’re back now, it’s okay-”

Lo curled in tighter as they glanced around the cave, eyes darting back and forth. “I- I don’t remember what- what happened.” They sighed.

“We- we were attacked-” Sol stated gently. “You, you sacrificed yourself to save me, and, and got hurt in the process. But it’s okay- he’s- he’s gone. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

Marlowe shuffled gently in Solomon’s arms, wincing slightly as it jostled the injuries on their back. They nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer as the present slowly came back to them.

“Lo, what- what happens when you die?”

Lo glanced up at the vampire, bringing up a few gentle fingers to touch the side of his face, inspecting the bruises that littered the edges of his jaw. The dark purples and reds standing out against his pale skin.

“He got you good-” Lo mumbled. They leaned forward, planting a soft kiss along the edge of his jaw, and the vampire froze. He gripped Lo’s hand in his shaking fingers as Lo planted another kiss across the bruises and Sol softly closed his eyes.

“Lo- you’re- you’re delirious-” he mumbled. The human fell back into the vampire’s lap, nuzzling closer into them with a contended sigh. “Lo, what- what happens?”

“Hmm?” Lo mumbled

“When you die?”

“Oh-” their voice dropped, eyes falling back to some distant place somewhere. They took a deep breath before answering. “It- it depends on how I- how I die. If it’s quick and painless, then so is- so is coming back.”

Sol took in a quick breath, carding his hand through their hair again, Lo relishing in the gentle touch. “And if- if it’s not?” He asked.

“You mean if it’s traumatic? I sort of relive it all. The moment I die, over again, and the- the pain, until I heal and my body brings me back.” Solomon tensed and Lo reached out to grab his hand, gently pulling it to their lips. “It’s why it takes a minute sometimes, I- I’m not sure what’s real and what’s not- it takes my brain a minute to start working again.”

Solomon let his hand rest against the side of Lo’s face, gently brushing away a strand of hair with his thumb.

“Lo, do you- do you know what’s real right now?”

Lo nodded, eyes glancing up at the vampire behind long eyelashes. “I know I’m being held in the arms of a really handsome vampire- who’s currently looking at me like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.”

Sol let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “I think you’re still delirious, Lo-”

Lo stared back up at the vampire, placing a soft hand against the side of his face- a rush of heat flowing through him at the way the human looked at him. “I don’t think I am-” they whispered.

Lo gently pulled the vampire closer into them, feeling his breath gently on their face, before they closed the distance between them, feeling his lips against their own.

The vampire tensed, his body locking up at the gentleness of the human- before he slowly relaxed into the kiss. He let his hand card through their hair and the human let out a sigh of content, softly pulling away and glancing back up at the vampire.

“God quit- quit looking at me like that-” Solomon mumbled.

“Like what?” Lo whispered.

“Like I’m- like I’m worth something.”

Lo turned his face back to theirs, brushing a thumb against the bruising on his jaw, pulling him in closer- their foreheads touching.

“But Sol- you are- to me you’re worth everything.”

Sol fought back a stream of tears, unresisting as Lo pulled him in for another kiss. For the first time in a while, Sol let his guards down. He let all inhibitions loose and just relished in the softness of the human’s lips- the way their body pressed into his- the way their tongue slipped softly behind his lips, exploring his mouth as Lo deepened the kiss, and Sol let them.

Sol held the human tighter, gripping his hand securely- but softly into their hair. Lo returned the favor, a gentle hand against the back of his neck as they continued, keeping the vampire pressed securely into them as they kissed.

Sol began to let his tears freely fall as the human kissed him. Because for the first time in a long time- Sol actually felt worth something.

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#whumptober2023 #no.29 #“what happened to me?”#ocs #whump writing #emotional whump #aftermath whump #angsty caretaking #character death #immortal whumpee #vampire caretaker #kissing tw #marlowe the immortal #does this count as whump? is there enough angst in here?#I might have to start making this story more whumpy again #theyre getting too soft lol

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alchemiclee · 6 months

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I hate that whenever there's a gay ship, people immediately het-ify it. people are so obsessed with making one the "man" and one the "woman" when that's completely unnecessary, because they are both the man or the woman. It's extremely annoying. these people will completely mischaracterize a character to fit into their stupid little het roles they force on them.

for example, you don't need to make one man the "wife" and feminized him to the extreme and fit him in a traditional "woman" role so the other man can be the big strong masculine manly man. they can both be masculine or both be feminine or both be both at the same time! they do NOT need to be gendered opposites to fit het roles. crazy, I know! it's like no one considers it a possibility! or sees how good it can be to have them be equals without gendered nonsense.

when there's a gay relationship, you have the perfect opportunity for the couple to stand on equal ground. they get to be equals who are just as strong and just as soft as each other. there's no faulty power dynamics where one is above the other (because let's face it, society unfortunately deems masculinity > femininity). one doesn't need to protect the other. they can protect themsleves, fight aide by side as equals. one doesn't do all the housework. they share that duty equally. one isn't weak and pretty, while they other strong and manly. they both are strong and pretty, or masculine and weak at the same time.

equal relationships are amazing and need to be explored more and appreciated. there can be more understanding and working together. i'm bad at explaining what I mean, but I prefer these equal relationships over forcing them into opposite roles to mirror het relationships, which are usually extremely unbalanced and unequal. especially because these not het relationships! so why must they look like one? they can and should look different! so why does literally every shipper and writer out there make them so het coded?

I don't understand why people do this. do they actually believe all romantic relationships must mimic het ones to exist and thrive and purposely force that on them? or have they genuinely just not fathamed that they can be different and dont need to follow the expected het standards?

I wonder, it feels like no one actually knows how non-het relationships are meant to be and how they could work, since het ones are always forced down our throats since birth. it becomes The Standard that everyone thinks they must follow. maybe it's all people know since they don't see any other possibilities. their preferred dynamics for their ships are what we are taught and nothing different, because they don't know it can be different. i also think people might be obsessed with that whole "opposites attract" trope. but that opposite doesn't have to be the traditional het-fueld feminine vs masculine or wife vs husband characteristics. it can be other personality things like one is loud and one is quiet, one is dumb and one is overly smart, one is rich and one poor, etc. it doesn't have to be masculine vs feminine!

BREAK OUT OF THE HET NORMS!!!!! TEAR DOWN HETERONORMATIVITY!!!!!!!!! FREE THE GAYS

(disclaimer, not saying masculine vs feminine ships are all bad/shouldn't be done ever. but it doesn't need to be 100% of the time either 😅 can't think of one ship people dont do this with lol)

#cant even say its only het shippers because lgbt shippers do it too #i enjoy the ships i see more as equals. like cynonari and xingyue for example #first ones that came to mine lol #everyone feminizes the shit out of nari calling him cynos wide constantly but they're both strong leader types with a soft side #wife*#THEYRE SO EQUAL???? AND THAT MAKES THEIR RELATIONSHIP SO STRONG????#then xingyue is funny because ive seen people frame BOTH yingxing and dan feng as the “wife” at different times. proof theyre equals!#maybe not proof lmao but you cant say the arrogant craftsman and proud dragon arent equals who get along super well #they arent het opposites at all imo. not even close #i just really enjoy balanced equals over unbalanced opposites. because the feminine is always seen as lesser and weaker than the masculine #and that always bothers me a lot lmao #im probably the minority here. im giving benefit of the doubt that people just never thought about it and do what theyre taught #but if everyone actually orefers this and its on purpose.......please reconsider 🤣#prefers*#words #lee rambles #gay #lgbtq #gay ships #one relationship i felt was presented as equals (from best of my memory) was korrasami #they balance each other out and i see them as equals. one doesn't lead over the other. they're both leaders in their own ways. and carers #one reason i dont date is because most people are ovsessed with this unbalance opposite gender roles thing and i cant stand it lmao #obsessed* am tired of tag typos i miss until after i hit enter hfhfhdhdjdjsjs #this was long and rambly but i suddenly had many feelings and needed to say them #*

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bmpmp3 · 9 days

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i do think its kinda funny when i see someone in the year of our lord 2024 talk about vocal synth music like its all gone downhill since like 2010 because like dont get me wrong i love a good niconicodouga-ass 2008 ass vocaloid joint BUT also like. the past couple years have had the most fascinatingly creative and expressive uses of vocal synthesizers ive ever heard in my life DJFSKHJDFS dont write it all off just yet!!

#usually i only see that from people who havent actually listened to any vsynth music from the past 15 years so i understand why they got to #that conclusion. and also usually theyre people who didnt listen to much vsynth music in the first place LOL they just dont know #but it is still a little funny. brother there are things beyond your wildest dreams if u just look #like some personal highlights: the stuff by rinri - particularly their use of the meika girlies #dont carry our memories away is LIFECHANGING the whispers. the spoken parts. the BELTS #plus the haunting and unrelenting instrumentation. fantastic song #and naisho no pierced's propose + birthday + gift sort of trilogy of songs. gift especially has been unreal #again the dynamics of soft intimate whispers to belts but also those fuller high notes with edges of growlyness.#plus the songs just generally rock. and those LYRICS. absolutely intense like physically painful and frightening like #yearning and codependency and possession. and the tuning and production just amps it up more #OH and slave.v.v.r has been doing crazy things for even longer but i only started getting into his stuff recently and holy shit #love eater is like. the scariest vocaloid song ive ever heard not because of the lyrics. but because of the tuning #im like. scared. i cant stop listening to it. the heavy synthesized breathy main vocals and whispered harmonies plus the VOCAL FRY #i didnt realized vocaloid5? i think? has a vocal fry option built in i heard? thats crazy #but specifically in love eater the fry and growl is amped up so deep and loud and clear compared to everything else it like #emphasizes the artificiality of the voice while also amping up the expressiveness #its awesome. and on the older slave.v.v.r songs i heard i will hit you 8759632145 times with this piano. also so fucking cool #addicted to that song. 1) its a great jazzy rocky piano tune with this piano flourish at the end of each phrase that sounds fantastic #but also 2) the lyrics are insane. using kanji to write english??????#people are doing wild ass things with vocal synths rn you guys #this isnt even getting into some of the really unique synths themselves too. adachi rei is awesome i love that shes just like #the perfect inbetween of sample based and reconstruction based vocals. shes a sample based synth #but her samples were drawn by hand LOL shes like dectalks granddaughter to me.....#a really good use of adachi rei is iyowa's heat abnormal/heat anomaly/whatever its called ITS AWESOME thats what it is hjrkfdgfd #i think the fact that vocal synths can be so realistic and clean and noiseless out the gate now has made people really stop worrying #about like. realism all together and looking more into expressiveness. omg vocal synth modernist movement

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 4 months

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PRINCE!GOJO X KNIGHT!READER MY BELOVED i just thought about another thing and i need to get it out - i like to think out knights are connected ok. hear me out maybe my knight is just another version of yours - meaning if my knight had met satoru at a young age, they would've turned into your knight DOES THAT MAKE SENSE your knight is a bit more soft (still a warrior though!!!) while mine isn't as soft as they'd like to be and that's just because one grew up in a castle with the prince taking care of them and the other grew up having to fend for themselves they're all just sooooooooooooooo ahhhh i can't i keep thinking about your knight too like they all actually made a cozy little home in my head i love them so much

and i think your lovely "i think i was born to meet you." applies for my little prince and his little knight too:(((((((((((

- @softgirlgonehaywire

MICKEY I KNOW I SAY THIS EVERY DAY BUT WE RLLY ARE CONNECTED i was literally thinking abt this while answering that ask…. the differences between our knights…. AND UR SOSO RIGHT thats literally perfect. its canon to our lore now.

it makes sm sense too bc the reason why my knight!reader is so devoted to prince!gojo is bc he saved them!! and i think that also leads them to have a kind of hero complex where they want to return the favor, or save others the way he saved them… but to your knight satoru is just a silly little spoiled prince that theyve never met before, so why would they like him??

ok but now im just thinking abt our knights meeting each other…::: ur knight coming face to face w a version of them that isnt as hardened, that was saved and got to live a more peaceful life….. the envy and maybe contempt? or maybe just apathy. idk but i am THINKING

AND AND AND…….. ok but what if our princes met the other version of their knight 😵‍💫😵‍💫 HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUTTT

just…. ur prince!gojo meeting a knight!reader who is soso loyal and smitten w him (he would cry and explode i think)….. and my prince!gojo meeting a knight!reader who lost their smile (WHO HE FAILED TO SAVE oh i think that would just break him)…… my knight being so indulgent and ur satoru taking full advantage of it, ur knight getting hissy when my gojo acts overprotective…… HHHHH IM LOSING IT MICKEY CAN U FEEL IT……..

anyways in my head theyre one big found family who take care of each other <333 love & peace on planet earth etc etc. they were meant to meet each other one way or another!!!

#THE ARI/MICKEY KNIGHT&PRINCE MULTIVERSE GOES CRAZY #i also think its so funny how one side is just fluff bc sweet lil prince!gojo gets a knight who loves him back #while the other side is just gut-churning soul-shattering Angst LOL #but tbh i think ur prince would miss having a knight who will just beat the shit out of him #and my prince would literally throw up out of guilt if he learned abt the pain ur knight went thru LMAO (there are tears in my eyes.)#THE INTERACTIONS FLOODING MY BRAIN RN…. mickey u keep infecting me more and more pls stop i cant take it 💔💔#ok but im also soso curious to learn more abt ur little prince so i can dissect the differences between our gojos too…#my spontenous take was just that maybe my gojo is a lil more twisted..? cruel maybe? but i honestly dont know #i feel like theyre both soft and kind but also a little sick in the head #maybe ur gojo is a bit more spoiled or coddled……… less detached?? mickey im so interested in him u dont even know #i cant wait to learn more!!!#ask tag ✩

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lesbiangiratina · 1 month

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Ive seen it mentioned in like 3 places now that testament’s xx korean dub voice was not well received and thats. Funny but like awwww come on. Shin hae-chul was a music man not a voice actor… i think he did okay…

They are kind of cute to me to be honest... but maybe its just really hard to make testament not be cute to me…

#very flat but um it feels mostly on purpose. ? maybe.#i saw someone point out that their tone doesnt change much in situations where they should be more expressive like talking to dizzy #but like… talking to dizzy their voice gets so soft like. almost a whisper. not more expressive just gentler. and thats so cute to me. okay #and i like the filter. it mixes with the super low tone in a cool way. kinda growly. so cute to me.#he does struggle a bit with yelling though. the flatness doesnt work as much when theyre pissed to the point of yelling. that is true.#but idk their jp va has some awkward reads too. on account of also just presumably being some guy that worked at arcsys lol.#would be cool. if he didnt use pseudonyms. but its ok.#the kat goes meow #video #gg

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rotworld · 2 years

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2: Atonement

an alien is seemingly exiled to your remote outpost, abandoned without explanation. taking him in seemed to be the right thing to do at the time.

->explicit. contains noncon, terato, hunting, animal death, gore, feral behavior, predator/prey, mentions of hard vore

You know something weird’s happening because Albatross Outpost is crowded.

Nothing is ever crowded here. There are salvage company ships with a higher population than your entire backwater planet. Albatross Outpost is a glorified post office, a communications tower with the vague components of a town attached as an afterthought. Mail Day is an official holiday, an annual event when the nearest extranet satellite reaches the sweet spot of its orbit and the local servers catch up to the rest of human civilization, letting you send messages offworld for a few hours. It’s not Market Day, it’s not a festival, it’s not even particularly pleasant weather with the wringing heat of a merciless, glaring sun.

And yet, everywhere you look, you see people. The dusty, uneven lane affectionately known as Main Street is bustling with a sea of parasols and wide-brimmed hats, chatter and laughter and an air of excitement. There’s a line at the general store, people streaming out the doors and winding all the way around the building. Katri’s Repair is a green tent and a heap of scrap metal outside of a gutted hangar, but today, that hangar is packed and someone’s blasting party music with a bassline that rattles the foundations. REPAIRS 50% OFF TODAY ONLY proclaims a spraypaint scrawl on the concrete.

Could be a supply crate just came in, you figure. It’s always excited to get new seeds from Earth or the colonies. Could be a welcoming or going away party. You plan on asking once you’ve run your errands, but then you see a ship parked on the runway behind the comm tower. It’s a weird little thing, oblong and tapered at one end like a tulip bud. Not a design you recognize. The crowd gets denser the closer you get, but you see a clearing up ahead, a respectful perimeter.

And there, right in the middle, you see them for the first time.

They’re big. Thin and willowy, almost fragile-looking, but definitely tall. Jude, one of the comm techs, is a little over six feet and standing right next to them, and he has to crane his neck to meet their eyes. Beneath sleek, form-fitting flight suits, their bodies are shades of moss and emerald green, four arms and four eyes each. You hear a low, almost tactile buzz like a subwoofer rumbling. Jude looks terrified and speaks with exaggerated gestures. The exo he’s talking to tilts their head and starts pointing at the crowd.

You push your way to the front. Jude looks like he might faint in relief when he spots you, calling your name in a warbling, panicked tone. “Everything okay?” you ask.

“You didn’t check your email, did you?” he says, accusing.

“I never check my email, Jude. What’s going on?”

The same subwoofer noise vibrates against your ears again. It’s coming from the exos. You see them speaking quietly to one another, mandibles clicking as their mouths part along segmented joints. Jude introduces you, gradually placing you between him and the exos. “They’re an exolinguist,” he tells them, his words carefully enunciated. “They can speak better. Understand you.”

“Was an exolinguist,” you correct, eyeing him. “Jude, I don’t speak—”

The exo he’s talking to immediately crowds you, coming forward in two long strides to loom over you. They speak in quick, rumbling chitters that you don’t understand. It takes some back and forth, trying every pidgin you’ve ever learned, but eventually, you find something you both speak. “Taiek,” they introduce themselves, a hand on their chest, two more gesturing to their companions.

You return the favor. “Human,” you say.

The other two come forward, one shoving the other towards you. “Human. Yours.” And without another word, they abandon one of their own, walking back to the ship without so much as a glance back. Jude sputters in disbelief as the exo ship’s engine rumbles to life and lifts into the sky.

You try not to make anthropocentric assumptions, but the last taiek looks at you, mandibles flaring, sharp teeth bared with an awful, reptilian hiss, and you think it’s safe to say they’re not happy.

The taiek’s name is Uora. He doesn’t tell you this, nor does he tell you that he is a “he,” or that his exile is a form of “disciplinary action.” He just shoves a datacard at you and stares at the ground while you run it through your readtool’s translator. “You need somewhere to stay,” you say. Uora says nothing. You can’t help but notice that his file never said what he’s being punished for. Jude says he’ll try to get in touch with somebody about the proper protocol for a situation like this, but you both know it’s useless. Mail Day was a week ago. You’ve got another year before anyone offworld will hear about this.

“You’ll have to stay with me for now,” you tell him. Still no response. “Do you understand me? I speak hyuek pidgin, too.” Nothing. He sways lightly on his feet, like he’s half-asleep. “I’m parked over there,” you say, gesturing down Main Street. When you start moving, Uora follows. He walks with his head down, his body language closed and hostile.

It’s a long way home. You watch Albatross Outpost turn into a speck in the rearview mirror, swallowed by dust. You get the feeling he doesn’t want to talk, but an hour passes in silence and you just can’t take it anymore. “This planet is called HGC-2129,” you say. “But a lot of us call it the Grandest Canyon. It’s a joke. There’s a place on Earth, the human homeworld, with a similar name. It kinds of looks like it.”

You sneak glances out of the corner of your eye. Uora has his arms wrapped around himself tightly, lower arms clinging to the higher ones. He watches the rocky, desert scenery pass by in a sandy blur. Two of his eyes are large and flecked with blue, the smaller pair set beneath and solid black like marbles. “I don’t know much about taieks,” you admit. “Never heard of you or even seen any pictures. But if you need anything, just let me know. I’ll figure something out. Hopefully you can eat what we grow here, or I can synthesize something, at least.”

“...hot.”

You think you imagined the word at first. Uora’s lower eyes glance at you almost shyly and quickly dart away. “Hot?” you ask. “Are you overheated? Want me to turn up the air?” He makes a quick buzzing sound. You have no idea if that was a yes or a no, but you angle the vents towards him and he doesn’t complain. That’s all you get out of him the whole way back, but it’s a start, at least.

The sun is setting by the time you get home. The Grandest Canyon’s two enormous moons, silver and dusty pink, settle near the horizon. Uora files in behind you silently, looming uncomfortably close as you give him a tour of the house. You don’t have a lot of space, but there is a room full of old research documents that could become a decent guestroom. Uora says nothing as you explain this or show him the space. He doesn’t react when you offer him the couch.

“Where do you sleep?” he asks. His voice is strange, his words light and airy over low, scratchy rumbling, a constant growl in the background of his words. “We are communal. I sleep where you sleep.” You’re not sure how you feel about that. But when you show him your bedroom, he glances around, picks a corner seemingly at random, and sits on the hardwood floor. “We will speak in the morning,” he says, and that’s it. He shuts his eyes, his breathing slows so much you think he’s dead, and he’s out like a light.

You drape some blankets over him in the middle of the night. Uora’s lower arms knead the soft fabric.

“Do you need help?” Uora asks over breakfast.

He likes salt, you learn, and slimy things. Taieks apparently have food synthesizers, so it doesn’t take him long to work yours, but you have no idea what the abomination on his plate is. It’s spotted yellow and pink, moist and veiny, and it jiggles when he sits at the table to eat with you.

“Help with what?” you ask.

“You are a farmer. I saw your crops, and the animal box. You left the door open.”

“That’s on purpose,” you tell him. “I don’t really keep animals. There’s a herd of markwas, these reptiles native to the planet, that hang around here. They moult in the shade, so if I give them some cover, I can collect it later. It’s tough, useful stuff, good for lots of things.”

“Do you need help?” Uora repeats.

You shrug. “It wouldn’t hurt. I don’t think I have much for you to do, though. I’ve lived alone for a while so I’ve kept things simple.”

Uora considers this. His main eyes study you, the smaller ones glancing around the kitchen. He seems to be looking for something. “Why?” he asks.

“Why what?”

“Why do you live alone? You are breeding age. Appealing.”

You almost choke on your food. “Thanks?” you say.

“Why?” he presses.

“That’s just how it turned out.”

He seems to sense your unease. “I will help,” he declares. He slurps up whatever godawful thing he made and leaves his slimy plate on the table. “There are water animals?”

“Water animals? Like fish?”

“Fish,” he says, mandibles clacking. “There are some?”

That’s how you end up hiking to the nearest lake together, sitting on the muddy shore. You don’t feel the need to supervise him, but you feel bad leaving him alone. He’s already been abandoned once. He doesn’t ask for a rod or bait or anything, just a container to bring the fish back. You only realize what he’s doing once he’s already got his flight suit down to his waist. You’re not completely caught off guard. Some exos are casual about nudity, especially once they’re out of a ship and on a familiar, terrestrial environment. You fully intend to politely avert your eyes, but then you hear something peeling. Like an unraveling fruit rind, the flesh of his back splits apart.

He has wings, and they’re gorgeous. Translucent membranes catch the light like prisms, glowing under the morning sun. You’re surprised by their size, how they unfold from compacted bumps on his back to broad, shimmering sails. He stretches, rolls his shoulders, and his wings flutter with such speed they send little waves across the lake’s surface. When he takes flight, it’s breathtaking. His lithe form soares across the water with avian grace.

And then he strikes.

The movement is so fast it’s nothing but a blur to your eyes. He doesn’t stop or slow, one hand plunging into the lake, sending a fountain of water sparkling across his wings. It takes less than a minute from takeoff to landing, clawed, prehensile feet landing in the mud right in front of you.

“That was amazing!” you tell him.

He doesn’t seem to think so. “I was aiming for two.”

“I’d have a hard time catching even one.”

Uora sets the fish in the container, his lower set of hands absently fidgeting and cleaning the first. “Game,” he says, then buzzes, eyes narrowing. Not quite the word he wanted, you think. “Hobby? For fun, not for work. I like to catch things.”

“That’s a useful skill,” you say.

You can’t quite identify the expression on his face when he looks at you. His mandibles flare and then fold back into place. You see a long, black tongue lick across his sharp teeth. You’re staring, you realize, and quickly look away. “Very useful,” he agrees, almost purring. It’s easy to blame the scorching heat for how warm your face feels.

The new routine is effortless.

Uora wakes first. Sensitive to sunlight, he’s up and moving when the sky starts to lighten from black to deep blue. He unwraps himself from the blanket cocoon that’s gradually amassed in his corner and tiptoes to the kitchen. He’s learned which floorboards creak and moves soundlessly through the house. By the time you’ve dragged out of bed, he’s set the table and made both of you breakfast. He prefers fish over synthesized food, but he still adds an ungodly amount of salt. You talk about nothing in particular. You ask him, just once, what he did to get sent here, and his mandibles lock stiffly against his jaw.

“I should not be here,” he says quietly, just the faintest, vibrating hum beneath his words. “It is not right.” He doesn’t speak to you for the rest of the morning.

By noon, you’ve been out to tend to the crops and he’s checked the markwa shedding box. Sometimes, a few of the critters are still in there, rubbing against the rocks and hissing at the sudden violation of privacy. He’s been bitten a few times, but their fangs can’t get through his carapace far enough to inject any venom. On Market Days, he catches fish in the morning to sell. People stare when you get to Albatross Outpost but less as the weeks go by and the novelty wears off. Katri mods your outfitter so he has something other than a flight suit to wear. He makes a draping garment, a sash that folds over one shoulder, around his torso, and hangs in front of his pelvis. Interesting, you think, because there’s nothing there, as far as you can tell. At least, nothing external.

At daybreak or sunset, he glitters. There are patches of chitin on his hips and shoulders that shimmer at just the right angle. With the curtains open, the setting sun spills through the kitchen windows during dinner and Uora is effortlessly beautiful haloed in light. There are so many little things he does that you notice with fondness. The way he hums, those little subvocal noises that tell you what he’s saying without words. Warbling when he’s thinking about something, pitched and choppy for surprise, that low, purring growl for delight. It hits you suddenly one evening that you like him. You’re far from the first person to harbor an interspecies crush, but you try to ignore it. There’s still this uncertainty nagging at the back of your mind.

You dig through your cluttered spare room sometimes, searching the fragments of your old life for research papers and old exo files. You want to understand him better. For a while, you don’t find anything. No records of contact, no cultural exchange programs, not even a homeworld listed. What you have is probably outdated. You’ve been out of the field for a while, and offworld information is a luxury out on the Grandest Canyon.

There is, however, a report you manage to find one night. Sitting in the middle of the floor, surrounded by boxes overflowing with old datacards, textbooks, and scribble-filled notebooks, you stumble upon it completely by accident. It’s wedged between unrelated field reports, a stack of curiosities you must’ve gotten from a colleague years ago. The word “taiek” is never mentioned, but the description is a perfect match. Tall, bipedal, vaguely insectoid, capable of space travel and maybe even terraforming. The research team kept a diary detailing the usual expedition minutiae, sample collection, interviews, the occasional photo. The exos are friendly but not particularly talkative.

And then, a couple weeks into the research team’s stay, something goes horribly wrong.

You think, at first, that it’s an error. The files must be corrupted. The digitized diary entry is empty. Switching to the image scan of the original page shows you a creased and partially-shredded page of notebook paper. There are stains and splatters, bloody fingerprints all across the bottom of the page.

Written in a hurried, messy scrawl are the words, “THEY ARE EATING US.”

The pictures are harrowing. What was once a neat, orderly base camp has been utterly razed to the ground. Nothing is left. Makeshift labs and living quarters have been torn apart like paper, gouging marks left in the steel like some horrible thing teething. Wounds are deep and mangling, large chunks that snap clean through bone and leave gaping, red holes behind. There are places where the ground is saturated with blood. A series of photos shows a trail of carnage, bits of bloodied clothing, equipment and human bodies like gruesome breadcrumbs leading out of the camp and into a looming forest. The dead are nothing but pieces, discarded limbs and skull fragments with scraping marks etched into the bone.

“Hungry?” Uora asks.

You drop your data reader and it clatters to the floor, your heart pounding. Uora takes up the entire doorway, blocking your only exit. He stands there with a fresh fish, still dripping lakewater. You look at the gasping thing clutched in one of his hands—long-fintered, clawed hands, and as it writhes and squirms, right before your eyes, one of his lower hands squeezes so hard you hear something snap and it goes limp.

“No,” you say weakly. “No, I’m—I’ll be down later. Don’t wait up.” You have to stand up. You feel too vulnerable sitting there, engulfed in his shadow. Uora’s small eyes glance at the datareader on the floor, but his larger eyes never leave your face. He says nothing. Every memory you have since his arrival races through your mind. Has he ever done anything threatening? Ever tried to hurt you? He can hunt—likes to hunt, told you as much himself—but that doesn’t have to mean anything. Uora is your friend, isn’t he? You can’t just make assumptions like that.

The room is stiflingly, suffocatingly hot and sweat dripping down your back. Uora’s rumbling takes on a pattern you don’t hear often, something disgruntled. Finally, he steps out of the doorway. With one last look over his shoulder, he steps out of view. You don’t hear him go down the stairs, but you wouldn’t. He’s sneaky. He knows just where to step to avoid making noise.

With shaky breaths, you sink back to the floor.

The comm techs send out heat advisories and a drought warning to all Grandest Canyon residents via email. You never see it, but you know all the same. The red line on your kitchen thermometer keeps climbing as the days go by.

Uora starts eating synthesized food again.

He sits across from you with that thick, pink jelly quivering on his plate. Feeding is quick and efficient with all of his jagged mouthparts. His mandibles pin the wet, squirmy mass in place as his monstrous teeth grind it into paste. His tongue darts out, licking bits of gristle from the pointed end of one mandible. He catches you staring. He doesn’t say a word.

“Tired of fish?” you ask. It’s supposed to be a joke, but it comes out nervous.

“Variety is good,” he says.

You push your food around on your plate, uneasy. Uora watches your movements with unnerving focus. “I’ve been meaning to ask you—”

“I will check the animal box.” He leaves in such a clumsy rush that he bangs his knee on the table. You find yourself peering through the curtains after him. Uora’s slim back and tense, muscular shoulders glint in the early morning light. He seems paler than usual, more seafoam than emerald. You find him walking up to the markwa box, his four eyes fixed on the writhing mass of creatures gathered in the shade. He seizes one by its long, ropy throat. It hisses and rears back to bite his fingers, fangs scraping uselessly across the back of his hand. Your heart leaps into your throat and you busy yourself with the dishes. The water running doesn’t quite mask the awful, shrill sounds of a creature screaming, squealing, the crunch of flesh, tissue and bone violently compacted—and then deafening silence.

Bones.

Nothing but bones.

There were reed-like plants, swaying water grasses and croaking marsh creatures all over this lake, sleek silhouettes darting between lakeweed stalks, and now there is nothing but bones. Piscine with gaping sockets, half-moon ribs, skeletal fins and flippers, carpeting the lakeshore. You stand there with your heart pounding in your chest and sweat pooling between your shoulders in the awful, suffocating heat, and you’re afraid to go home.

We need to talk.

You practice the words in your head as the sun sets. The cadence, the confidence, the way you will carry yourself. We need to talk, you’ll say, and you won’t back down. You wipe the sweat from your brow and shoulder through the front door, eager for a shower.

You run right into Uora. He catches you, a steadying hand on your shoulder, a lower hand grasping your hip. You mutter a “thank you,” and pull away, or try to. He doesn’t let go. “Uora,” you say, a tremor in your voice. He says nothing, but he rumbles to show he heard you. It’s lower than usual, more powerful. The vibration travels through his hands and fizzles on your skin. “Can you let me go, please?”

You’re reminded of the day you met. It’s like he was sleepwalking. Hearing, but not quite listening. Trapped in his head. You thought he was distressed, understandably upset about his situation, but was that all it was? There’s something different about his eyes. He’s turned from seafoam green to almost gray, his carapace dull and sick-looking. You hear his wings unfolding and the hand on your shoulder squeezes just a little too hard.

“Hot,” he says through gritted teeth. His rumbling is unbearably loud when he speaks, hurting your ears. “Bad. Can’t think. Hungry…” His mandibles spread open in a grasping, prey-seizing motion and you jerk violently in his grasp. One pointed tip scrapes your cheek just as you manage to free yourself, stumbling back towards the door. Uora’s eyes are wide. His mandibles click shut but they’re trembling, scraping against his face. “Go,” he mutters.

You take a low step back. Another. You put the dining table between you, feeling blindly behind your back for your keys but you can’t find them. You twist, take your eyes off of him for just a moment, and he makes a sound you’ve never heard before, a wild, howling roar. His wings splay open, flinging aside your dining table like it weighs nothing. “Go!” he shouts. You don’t look back.

You can’t outrun him. You know that. Can you hide? Can he track you? By smell? Infrared? You don’t know. There were so many things you should’ve asked him. Dirt and gravel crunch beneath your boots as you sprint across the wilderness. Flatlands as far as the eye can see. You run for the lake and the bones of everything that came before you. There are prickly woodlands if you follow the river, dense shrubs and wildlife. Will that distract him? Will it deter him at all? That deafeningly loud buzz fills your head and rattles your chest. A winged shadow swoops overhead.

You’re going to die. Out here, in the dark, in this godawful heat, in the middle of fucking nowhere, and no one will know for months. You run until your lungs are full of fire and your legs are aching, threatening to give out beneath you. Sweat drips into your eyes and all you can see is a smear of silver in the dark, the moon reflected on the lake’s surface. You don’t think. You don’t plan. Your ankle twists in the mud and you go down screaming as liquid cold bursts and swallows you whole. And then there’s new fear, water filling your aching lungs, pain as you grope for something to hold onto, something to right yourself, not knowing which way is up.

The buzzing is a dull hum, a song far above you. Something strikes you, scratches you raw and bloody. You hold onto that clawed hand and you don’t let go. Uora strains and struggles but you’re no fish and he goes crashing into the lake.

You see spots. White light. The moon is a watery, melting circle. The world whirls around you at breakneck speed and your hands scrape the bottom of the lake, all of those little bones slicing up your palms as you are dragged back to the surface. You cough and sputter, gulping down cool, night air. Uora is heavy on top of you and he’s so loud. You hear him taking fast, ragged breaths, the wet slap of his waterlogged wings against his back.

“Sorry,” he says. His hands are all over you, rough and painful. You don’t know what he’s doing, why he’s hurting you, sinking his claws into your shoulders and thighs, and then the air hits your bare skin as he tears the damp, ragged remains of your clothes apart. You gasp his name. Uora rests his forehead against yours. He makes a miserable sound that vibrates in his chest, an animalistic wail. “I should not be here,” he murmurs. “It is not right.”

Something hot and long and pulsating throbs between your legs. You never get the chance to see it. Uora rolls you onto your stomach and overpowers you easily, dragging your frantic, wriggling body back under him. “Wait—Uora, stop!”

“Sorry,” he whispers. “Sorry. Sorry.” His upper arms wrap around your stomach, pinning you to his body. His lower hands grab your hips, lifting them, his claws sinking into your skin when you try to squirm free. “Sorry,” he says, and what must be his cock prods against you, threatening to penetrate. “I will not eat you. I promise. I will not, I…” He groans and his hips buck against you, his tendril slithering around as though tasting you. “I will bite. I will be…cruel. I will not eat you. I will try not to.”

That’s all the warning you get before he tenses pounds his entire cock into you in one hard, surging motion, punching all the air out of your lungs. You can’t even scream. The wheezing, miserable noises you make are just whispers. You can’t hear anything over the hum that starts up within him, that rumble returning even louder than before. It makes his whole body vibrate, you discover, your nails raking helplessly through the mud. Uora’s mandibles scrape down your back as he slumps over, blanketing your back. His thrusts are mercifully slow at first but they’re deep, his cock never fully leaving your body. He’s torn something, you’re sure of it. If you had the strength to maneuver yourself, you’d see blood trickling down your thighs and streaking his length.

“Will not eat you,” Uora murmurs, even as his mandibles stab into your shoulder to hold you still and the needlepoints of his teeth turn your skin to tenderized, gummy mush. “Promised. I promised. I will not. I will try…” You feel him quaking with exertion as he lifts his face, one hand stabbing into the ground beside your body to anchor him. “You have been so kind to me,” he says softly, one of his hands sliding between your legs. You want to tell him no, to push it away. You don’t want him to make you enjoy this. But he’s so careful, so incredibly gentle with you, mindful of his claws as he works you with his fingers. This is the tenderness of someone who loves you. You can’t understand how he does it while he fucks you bloody.

Just as you begin to adjust, your breathing even, the pain excruciating but predictable—his pace changes. Uora’s legs bracket yours as he properly mounts you and he starts pounding into you with even more speed and force. You feel his length sliding against your sore inner walls, a long, shaky withdraw before he spears you on his cock again. Every movement is pure violence and domination, not chasing pleasure but some other, even more mindless need.

His lower hands are restlessly exploring, squeezing you, stabbing almost instinctively anywhere soft and tender. He grasps you when you start to slump, keeping you right where he wants you. The hand between your legs loses rhythm, forgets what to do. It finds your throat and squeezes, and you fear for one agonizing moment that he’s going to kill you. Snap your neck with nothing but the flick of his wrist, so fast you won’t see it coming. But he never does. His hips keep pumping into you, his cock drilling into your weary body, the slap of his hard, chitinous hips a thicker, more solid slap than flesh against flesh.

“I will not eat you,” Uora mutters, a chant, a mantra under his breath. “We will…we will speak in the morning.”

You would laugh if you had the strength, the air, the space for anything in your body but Uora’s thick appendage. It seems absurd to talk about the future, to even consider it. You don’t think you’ll even make it through the night. But Uora stops thrusting just long enough to reach down, to find your hands with his trembling, upper hands and clasp his fingers over yours. The gesture is frightening. His hands are so much larger, his claws sharp and pricking even from the sides. But you feel how he shivers and you hear the breathless apologies between his desperate promises, his insistence that there will be something after this.

As his pace quickens again, you close your eyes and try to believe him.

#rotpeach writes #original #goretober #i mentioned it last year too but for clarification im not into soft vore or what most people think of when you say vore #this is the gore-heavy threatening to take bites out of somebody variety #i think hard vore is the right term i just want to make sure everyone knows what theyre getting into lol #id call it cannibalism but theyre not the same species

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jrueships · 1 year

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theyre so beautiful bro

#i had to crop out bobby portis to say this #SORRY 😭#the unlikely to be a couple but become a final girl power couple in a horror movie #soft funny not fit to be in the clique but too good at sports to kick out jock who saves his asshole jock friends from the monster #and gives the popular mean girl cheerleader his coat when shes cold (shes cheating on him & just using him for status #but ultimately gets left to die by his friends giannis #and nerdy 'got invited as a joke' total virg jrue #he brought his boyscout compass and most fashionable single feather adorned hiking hat to the cabin by the woods #and cartoon dino bandaids he keeps in his fannypack where a trex says rawrsome on it #grayson one of the asshole jocks gets severely injured from a close encounter but refuses jrues dino bandaids bcs theyre lame #and he dies lol #giannis is covered in them and excitedly shows them off when theyre home safe to the reporters #pointing very happily at a giant gash in his arm desperately covered in dino & easter themed bandaids (YES jrue had to bring out the SPARE #'LOOK!!! LOOK :D!!! JRUE DID THIS!!@!! hes so talented <3 ! my boyfriend is so talented <33 i mean my BUDDY i MY BESTFRIEND!!!..boyfriend😼#hes gonna be a nurse one day THATS SO AWESOME i never heard of a boy nurse before HES BREAKING GENDER BARRIERS!!!!!'#cut to jrue with giant portis esque eyes smiling but also still anxiously patting giannis's arm ' UM.'#throughout the movie ( bcs they arent expected to be the ones living) small background events foreshadow their bond #b4 the whole monster climax where giannis and jrue go sicko mode on it #jrue stands up for giannis when his gf says shes just in it cus hes 'an exotic foreign guy' n infantalizes him #giannis thinks jrues hiking hat is the coolest shit ever and jrue helps him make his own to wear with mud and sticks #they both get left behind on the hike bcs others came to actually hike and take sunset heart photos #while jrue n giannis stop to oo and aw and watch random bugs n wildlife exist for five hours #giannis refuses to let the others bully jrue jrue refuses to leave giannis etcetc #horror movie powercouple 🥰#jrue #giannis #them emerging from the wreckage victorious then ends on them having started a beautiful family together #taking them out to a hike where they all stop to oo at a caterpillar with no one rushing them #fakeout monster return jumpscare while their backs are turned but it turns out giannis just accidentally punched a bear n scared it #the family mourns forgiveness together and it ends happily forever after <3

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milkweedman · 2 years

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Just finished 2 skeins of sleeve yarn and once again marveling at how little yardage im fitting on a bobbin with this stuff--each skein was 60 yards (55 meters). And each skein was a totally full bobbin of plied yarn (and my singles each took up a bobbin). Part of it is that its very airy (and bulky weight, obviously), and the other part is that my take up is not very high so its not compacting down as it goes on, but even so, it feels like a lot of yarn when i was holding it ! And the spinning and plying was only maybe 2 hours ! Bulky yarn is crazy

#so nice though #the carding takes a day or two so im never spinning back to back days which is actually kind of nice #and then i can get the spinning and plying done in one day as long as i keep the tension low (less stress on my joints that way)#and break it into a few sessions #ideally id also be using up the yarn as fast as i was making it but im spending most of my knitting time on that scarf #i moved the sweater panel to straights because i thought i would hurt my hands less #which it isnt but i feel like the reason for that is more to do with how unbalanced it feels and how i can never get the stitches #to sit at the balance point on the needles so theyre not trying to fall out of my hands #which i think is user error really #also thought i was getting lever knitting straights (i.e. the very very long ones) but i dont think i did in retrospect #theyre too short to press the left one into my hip while sitting unless i slouch a ton which i dont remember it being the last time #i tried lever knitting. so maybe i might have better luck if i actually got a pair of those #anyway its going fast when i can knit. and its Very soft and so satisfying to knit #excited to get to the front panel so i can do a design #not sure what though #ooh a beet would be really cool #dont know if i could render it in brown though... id like if it could be all hand dyed and ive never gotten a red #on the other hand could do my best to dye some yarn with beets and then it could be more symbolic of red than actually red lol #spinning #bulky sweater spin

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miamierre · 1 year

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anon ur so sick for sending that to me btw

#tag convo incoming #charles seeing pierre's post and fawning over how sweet it is. texting him ''i miss uuuu'' shit bc he's soft n cute like that #but then he starts like. thinking abt it. pierre w kids (who would presumably be charles' kids too bc theyre never breaking up ever etc)#and then he REALLY starts thinking about it! and how pierre gets sometimes talking abt wanting to **** *** **#and like...ok. ok. he can take care of himself he doesn't need to bother pierre abt how he feels. except....well. nobody's him.#so he facetimes pierre. starts out sweet but like pierre can see RIGHT through him. and it's just.....pierre saying the filthiest stuff #and charles is helpless to do anything but listen and touch himself n beg beg beggggg #and pierre shows up to his door the next morning and does it for real. lol

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wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight · 1 year

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Gundham, what was your first time in bed with someone like? Do you remember who they were?

"It is foolish to assume I would not retain such a thing to my memory, I can recall all those whom I have shard my bed with." He scoffed at the very idea of forgetting something as simple as a name, seeing it as basic respect to remember such a thing no matter how fleeting the tryst. "In the most basic form of its definition, it was...not good." Messy and inexperienced would be the best descriptors, but...

"I still hold that memory fondly. As for whom it was with..." A pause, a far away look in his eye before he shook his head. "You must be a level five friend to unlock such info. I will speak no more of it."

#each person he sleeps with means Something to him somewhere #they invoke some emotions aside from lust #whether he hates them and wants to show dominance #respects them #or has some level of feelings for them #he doesnt just randomly pick people he seeks out someone he has some sort of connection with even if its small #even if he plans on Just sleeping with someone pretty and nothing further he still tries to get to know them at least a little bit first #its a respect thing i suppose #he hates to think of people as 'just sex' its too impersonal and dismissive #like theyre objects #hes open with how he thinks but theres still heart involved #even if he says he hates people he thinks they deserve more than that #if that makes sense idk im writing this with a headache lol so its probs worded weird #also i do have an idea for the who of his first and the circumstances around it #if anyone actually wants him to talk about it #its Soft for once #but to him its Personal so its gonna take some poking lol #muse: gundham tanaka #nsft

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orcelito · 1 year

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honestly there's smth rly nice about fellow creators who r obsessed with the same fictional character. how our interpretations are all slightly different. but we r just nodding at each other like Good Portrayal, my dude

idk, it's nice

#speculation nation #like definitely my favorite interpretations r my own. that's why theyre mine lol #i have Opinions about how akechi should be. some very strong opinions.#but while some of them are 'if you do this thing with your interpretation of him i will literally not interact with this work bc i hate it'#others r just like 'thats not how my personal interpretation of akechi acts but that's okay <3'#i feel like there's some ambiguity for How He Is behind all his masks and everything. bc we never truly do see him with all his walls down #we get glimpses. little sights of something vulnerable in conversation at leblanc or a vulnerable vent in the bath #and then we see him being just. SUPER no nonsense in 3rd semester #3rd semester is certainly closest to How He Is. but it's not everything. bc those soft moments still existed in the prior stuff too.#how people interpret these things inform how they portray him as a character. which i think is rly fascinating to see.#so yea there's a level of variance from my favorite interpretation of him that i find fine & good from other ppl #... and then there's SOME interpretations that just have me like. are we looking at the same fucking character? what is WRONG with you #*cough*twitter goroboys*cough*#lmfao. idk i just follow a lot of goro fans on here #of Course i do. we flock to each other. we love him very much.#and i enjoy how many friends ive made through this lksjdflsdjf we are here with our goro interpretations... Together <3

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thatmahblog · 2 months

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Hey, no one told me gender dysphoria could do the weirdest suprise attacks like. I took a selfie and was like "never thought I'd look at my hand and think 'ack! woman hand!'" Wtf is that. Motherfucker getting creative up in here.

#for real its like #from this angle its giving woman and I hate it #like I never cared about my hands before but now I think theyre too soft and small??#who is she?#tbh its not the first time I get picky about some detail in my appearance but that one really jumpscared me lmao #tryin real hard to laugh the bad feeling away #haha girl hand lol so dumb am I right #meanwhilst the mean part of my brain is going like #this is why everyone assumes youre a woman

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cascadianights · 5 months

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As someone who has never known if I would/could have a child, it is so incredibly significant to me how much love the puppies I've raised will spread in the world

I grew up with dogs, one a year older than me and one a decade younger - more since. I always had a dozen animals around me, but I am also chronically ill and disabled. So I waited over a decade into my adult life to get a dog.

I knew I needed a service dog, and that I'd have to put my years of work with animals into it because I'd never afford one (or the crystal clear diagnoses to get granted one). I didn't even begin to consider it until after I'd spent months taking care of a roommate's wolf-dog, and even then...

I wasn't considering puppies. He was, to replace the dog he'd lost, but I hadn't even batted an eye at any of the many he'd shown me. Then I saw Alice - one of over half a dozen mutts produced from a husky breeder mating with a family Pitt. Something clicked. Suddenly I was going, just to see, and was pulling money out of the bank on the way. When I got there, it was past dark and I sat in a dimly lit hut outside while a brindle puppy climbed into my lap and refused to leave.

There were others, with one blue and one brown eye each, with husky golden coats that could've passed for purebred. Who were friendlier, more enthusiastic. But she planted herself in my lap, and there she stayed the hours drive home.

She was so easy to work with. Quick to learn, eager to please and devastated to disappoint. She was always in tune with my body & mind, more than I'm able to be, and even heavily pregnant would tell me just when to turn around before the pain in my ankle began, or when I needed to sit before the world spun in front of me. Nevermind the panic attacks, the leading me out of stores while I'm dissociating out of my mind. The way she checks in as soon as the intrusive thoughts - "you can't see them, so something horrible must've happened" - take over. The way she sleeps touching me (or my partner) at nearly all times.

But for all the ways she helped me, helped us, it's been even more amazing to watch her move through the world. Greeting people at parties with a contained enthusiasm, trotting up to strangers without fear the second she hears the go-ahead. People see her and beam, they pet her and smile as she shoves her toy back into their hand in offering. Little children clap and point, the youngest babies reach out and laugh in delight as she gently licks their face or outstretched palm. My sister's toddler follows obediently after her with a hand at her waist, resting on Alice's back. Workers smile through weary masks and babies beam and adults giggle and croon.

She brings the best to everyone. She brings joy and smiles and laughter, calm and peace and safety. She's everything I hoped for in a dog and more, and she's one of my companions and partners through this terrifying world.

And she had babies. She had puppies to nurse and raise and care for, and she did so every minute diligently and gently and lovingly. And now they're spread throughout the world, through friends and family and friends that are like family, to bring the world more of the joy and peace and calm that she brings. I see pictures and videos and hear stories from friends and friends of friends, and get to run into the very puppies born into my hand barely a few pounds on this earth now spreading so much love and joy and hope. Every puppy went to a loving home I trust, and every one of them is spreading that same love and hope and joy through the world and that is! Incredible!!!

#pets #to come back to #my sister got one of the puppys and already ive gotten video of him in his crate w several new & old toys & two new beds #and a thank you text from my step gma about how much love and joy hes already brought her and how he gets along w her GIANT WEIMERENER #And ive gotten so many pics and updates from friends and theyre all growing and learning so well #and so chill!!! ive met so many off the wall puppies this age just biting your hands and plsying away and i realize now #they were probably taken too young or not getting exercise bc everyone reports/has when i visit the calmest pups #and the two i have just play w the group and nap w us all and repeat lmao #theyre so sweet and loving and give all the kisses #rn one is in my lap laying parallel and against her mom #and the other is above my partner's pillow (she doesnt like sleep jostling)#i just love them so much!!!!! talk about spreading love!!!!!! talk about spreading joy!!!!!!!!!!#my amazing bean and Fen (not mentioned here but an amazing gentle soft boi despite going throuhh hell)#(just wants love and pets and to learn how to play tug properly lol)#made the best lil beans and i wouldnt have bred them otherwise but man!! man!!!!!!#you can hope itll turn out good and then like #seeing it #seeing them all be so good andnher and Fen be so loving to them and hearing so many people tell me #thank you for the love and joy you brought to my life through these!!!#like thats all i ever wantez

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livinahey · 7 months

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Random astro obs bcs y not

Warning ⚠️ mentions of abuse and trauma

scorpio luminaries & luminaries aspect to pluto (especially harsh aspect) almost be always know when something/someone is gonna do no good to you. If they warn you ab something then just follow them. Bcs what they say is scarily often end up being true

Also, if from the first meet these natives STRONGLY dislike you even though you didnt do anything then yeah.... Youre the problem lol. No matter if youre everyone crush, everyone sweetheart, or whatever is that. Again, like I said before, they seems to always know when something/someone is not good

These natives can also scared of themselves bcs of this

I think we admire ppl who have our mars sign as their sun sign

Sag sun with water moon women makes the loyal partner 🥺🤧 be it business partner, in friendship, or as a lover. Don't leave them.

When you see mars square pluto native gets bad mood or even angry.... RUN

Bcs they can be so violent at that time and you dont want to see that

Same goes to cap moon 💀

Women with moon square bml (black moon lilith) always have the best glow ups ✨✨🤧 im so proud (and bit jealous lol) of you dear

Mercury in leo degrees (5, 17, 29) being sooooo charming. They be say "hi" only and you already weak(???) lol

Leo venus 🤝 cant go a day without boasting what they love, be it their hobbies, their job, their loved ones, their pet, or even the place where they live lol. So passionate

I'm not surprised if theyre the one that have many posts on their social media account

Ppl with big 6 at 6 degrees (virgo degree) can be seen as villain

Moon conjunct jupiter synastry: when the moon person getting humiliated/disrespect, the jupiter person be defending the moon person. Also, the moon person can have soft spot for the jupiter person

Natal aspects to sun i like are sun conjunct mars and sun-pluto any major aspects. The word "sexy" is literally made for them lol.

TW ABUSE

women with cap or cancer mars plsssss check again the man you choose to date or even marry. Bcs i often see these women end up experience being abused severely by their man in their relationship. Men often being intimidated by these women yet still wanna date them. These women do dating man that seems cool and amazing or even adorable person outside BUT UNFORTUNATELY it turns out that the man are the worst person ever. At worst case, the man's family dislike these women due to jealousy towards them. No matter how bad these women get treated by the man, the man's family will still defend the man and treated these women as if theyre the problem 💔

Also, these women can dealing with fucking crazy men that cannot accept being rejected by them atleast once in their life. Scary af

Gemini moon/mars are naturally funny without even trying ✋😭

Sag/pisces rising 🤝 always have ppl crushing over them and even become worshipping them

Libra rising are so beautiful and it seems unbelievable

Cancer rising and their terrible mood swing 🤕 yet still look like the most calm and unbothered person ever

Mercury-bml aspects culture is having what they say being questioned. And if they have sun-uranus aspects too then.... Good luck trying to understand them 🥴

Mercury-bml aspects is underrated funny placements imo. They be say questionable thing but idk i find it funny tho 😩

Scorpio rising and having traumatic experience/memories when they young that seems keep haunting them even until they become old :(

Also they often get disappointed by their family :( they can give all their family members a mountain of gold, being so kind to them to the point they forgetting their own needs and this scorpio rising still getting unappreciated & bad treatment. PLS APPRECIATE SCORPIO RISING IN UR LIFE !!❤‍🩹🫂 they are one of sincere people that often attracts evil eye that doesnt wanna see them being success

Whats with earth rising and having this disgusted/judging look 🥲

They can look at you normally and you will feel that theyre judging you even if they arent

Sag rising and leo rising 🤝 having beef with eachother

Same goes to taurus sun x gemini sun

Cap sun x virgo sun friendship be the weird yet funny pair

Every leo placement always have virgo placement in their life

They can have love-hate relationship with eachother tho lol.

And the same goes to every cap placement that always have aries placement in their life

You either love the opposite sex that has the same mars sign as you OR going "mehh" of them

Earth rising 🤝 secured financially. Maybe you never catched them worry ab not having money to save their life

Hey thank you for reading this so far!! I do these obs not bcs I wanna gain followers or what but bcs I found these things give me joy hehe ✌🏻 english isnt my first language so apologize for any grammar mistakes. be safe out there!! 🫂✨

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Happy new year sweetheart and thank you for making me fall for Miguel over and over 😘

happy new year nonnie! i actually have a miguel-themed gift for you 🙃

obsessed

pairing: miguel o’hara x reader

cw: explicit (18+), mutual masturbation (kinda), reader has a degrading/neglectful kink?, soft!miguel, got theyre so simpy for each other, naked male + partially closed female, m!masturbation, cum eating, no contact orgasm 😀

wc: 1k

a/n: HAPPY NEW YEAR BITCHES!! um. miguel is staying with me for this new year :/ whoops (not beta-read at alll) i finished this right when i was leaving for dinner so idek what it is lol

masterlist

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Mutual masturbation had never been a regular occurrence in his previous relationships. It always seemed counterintuitive. Why would he jerk off when there’s a willing cunt he could be buried in?

But you’re different. Even though you never said anything, and he never pushes you to, he knows your little secret:

You’re a little voyeur. A closeted masochist.

You have this thing where you want to feel vulnerable and unworthy – hurt – before getting scooped up in his arms and make you feel like you’re the only girl in his world.

After the first couple of times, you don’t even pretend to watch the porn video with him anymore, seemingly more interested in him and his attention -- or lack thereof-- to your presence in the room as he gets off.

The way you cream for him as he fucks his hand to the thought of another woman is something else. He can tell that you crave the humiliation and embarrassment it brings. Of course, he isn’t really jerking himself to the porn at all, it’s all you, but you don’t need to know that.

He squeezes himself at the base, stifling a deep groan. He’s already pulsing in his hand, dangerously close to the edge with how prettily you blink up at him, kneeling in front of the couch, half-naked and wanting.

Your thighs are straddled over a cute heart-shaped pillow, the only type of stimulation he allows you to have. You bite your bottom lip as your hips move eagerly.

You aren’t supposed to make a sound – as it distracts him from the porn – but a few quiet whimpers still escape your mouth. He’s just so hot with his heaving chest and lust blown eyes, trying so hard to look like he’s ignoring you when you know he’s just drowning out the overzealous moans and squeals of the TV to hear the shy whines next to him.

Your rounded eyes, glazed with want and awe, drink in his every movement, not wanting to miss a single detail of the man in front of you.

Miguel is so meticulous with how he touches himself. Working himself up from trailing a finger along the length of his shaft until he’s twitching with want, just to see how sensitive he is, to massaging the spot right under the tip of his cock because he knows how much you love to watch him drip and leak with precum.

While he fucks his fist, another large hand will caress his body, over his dark nipples and the rippling muscles of his torso – something you wish you could do yourself. But the no-touching rule is most of the fun. It’s the denial, the knowledge that he really wants it too, but refuses because he knows what you need.

He’s a generous lover to you, he’d do just about anything for you, but he’s so selfish to himself.

Even then, he knows you’ll only do as much as he does.

That means speeding up and grinding hard onto the pillow when he strokes himself generously, or edging yourself when he decides to slow down and let his cock twitch in his hand – so close, yet unbearably unsatisfied.

And he loves to edge, not just because it makes the euphoria of a climax that much better, but he loves to see your trembling body from the corner of his eye, knowing that just one touch, one sweet coo from his lips, could send you spiraling into an endless orgasm.

You’re just so cute, with your furrowed brows, frustrated from the lack of orgasms he’s allowing himself – and you and the way you’re flushed from your cheeks to the top of your tits, happily humiliated from his lack of attention. It’s taking all of his control not to tackle you to the ground and show you who you belong to — who you’re unconditionally loved by.

He lets out a low groan as his hand speeds up and you can see the tension in his jaw as he clenches his teeth. He’s close and you know it.

You dutifully scoot closer to the couch, back arched with your hands on your thighs to push out your tits.

This is your favorite part. After all the distance between yourself, Miguel likes to cum on your body, painting you in his lust as another way to show you who you belong to. You wait for him to turn to you, to let you in between his thighs with a soft moan.

But this time he doesn’t.

“Not this time, baby.” His voice is husky and his body tenses. You can barely hold in your pathetic little whimpers when he refuses to finish on you, opting to cum on his stomach just to tease you.

Beads of milky white splatter onto his abs, trailing down the rippling muscle teasingly. Your mouth waters at the sight.

He swipes a few fingers through it before holding them up in front of you. You don’t have time to admire them before his glistening fingertips tap against your bitten lips, inviting you to have a taste. Your tongue noisily slurps around them, quickly cleaning them off as you let out a moan, begging for more.

“Such a greedy little baby. You wanna clean up the rest?” Your round eyes drift down his torso to the splatters of cum glazed onto his muscled stomach. You feel your mouth water at the sight, cunt throbbing as you remind yourself who it’s for. Anyone but you.

You nod frantically, “Yes please.”

“What an obedient girl. Ok, go on.” You hungrily lean in, licking broad strokes along his stomach, trying to suck up everything that you can. “You like that? Cleaning up the leftovers?” You moan in response, savoring the taste on your tongue. Your desperate little cunt can barely take the humiliation.

“You wish you were eating it out of a cunt, don’t you? A freshly fucked hole to remind you how pathetic you are.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your cunt flutters around nothing. You can’t believe you’re cumming half-clothed without even being touched.

You can feel the warmth of his stomach against your cheek as you rest your head against him. “Fuck, baby. D-Did you just cum?” Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, thighs still trembling from the overwhelming wave of pleasure.

“Mhm…”

And he thought he was obsessed with you.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #anon

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