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kiapet2 · 1 year

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Alright, it’s less than a week since the Owl House finale aired and as expected I’ve already seen two direct comparisons to Steven Universe’s ending and several more vague-blogs, because one of this site’s hobbies is using other queer shows to put down Steven Universe. So let’s do this, then. Let’s compare the endings of Owl House and Steven Universe, and what each is ultimately trying to say.

Steven Universe and the Owl House are both shows that deal heavily with the clash of individualism and self-expression vs. socially-mandated conformity, and both shows’ final villains ultimately embody this conflict. One major difference, however, is that Owl House approaches this from the perspective of legal/societal structures, while Steven Universe approaches it from the perspective of family structures.

Steven Universe has always been about family--and particularly the ways traumas and biases are passed down through a family--and it has always heavily used the language of metaphor to discuss these topics. The Diamonds are the ultimate extension of this theme, something a lot of bad-faith (or just bad) takes on the ending miss; they interpret the diamonds in their literal capacity as dictators, rather than the way Steven Universe always portrays them, which is as matriarchs, i.e. the heads of a family who dictate and control all the family’s other members. This metaphor becomes more and more blatant until it outright becomes text, with the Diamonds turning out to be Steven’s literal family members, with whom his part of the family is estranged because of their previous controlling behavior.

In accordance with this theme, we ultimately find out that the Diamonds’ toxic ideology, with its rigid standards of perfection, are not only something they enforce on the gems below them, but also on themselves. They are suffering from the system in their own ways, unable to live up to the standards they themselves created. And who among us hasn’t known someone like that? A parent or grandparent who grew up under a cruel, oppressive worldview, and instead of rebelling against it internalized it--who turned around and said “I dealt with this, and so can you”? And so the ending of Steven Universe is the Diamonds realizing exactly how toxic the rigid ideology they’ve spent their lives perpetuating really is, and confronting the fact that their adherence to this ideology is what destroyed their relationship with Pink, and that the only way they’re going to have a relationship with Steven is if they’re willing to commit to changing both themselves, and the family structure they’ve enforced for so long.

Emperor Belos, in contrast, is not suffering from the structures he created, because his rules were never meant to apply to him. He sees the witches (and demons, and so-on) as lesser beings, evil beings, who exist to be controlled, and ultimately, exterminated. And every element of the society he built--the schools, the government, the police force, the religion--he intentionally constructed to keep these lesser beings under his control. The real-world allegory isn’t hard to see, here. And because what Belos represents in the story is, in fact, a fascist leader, the story shows that he can’t be reasoned with in any way that matters, and instead he is ultimately ground into paste beneath the boots of the people he sought to destroy. Different themes, different endings.

Now the usual argument that comes up here is as follows: but the Steven Universe ending isn’t as realistic! Not everyone is going to change, not everyone is going to be able to be reasoned with. Not every older, conservative family member is eventually going to accept you for who you are. And while that is true, ultimately SU isn’t meant to be realistic; it’s meant to be a power fantasy. Rebecca Sugar has come out and said before that they wrote a world in which there was good in everyone, because that’s the way she wishes the world could be. That’s the world they want to be able to believe in. And I am never going to begrudge a person, much less a queer person, for finding healing in writing that kind of world.

But you know what else is unrealistic? What else is ultimately just a fantasy? Grinding your government’s fascist leader into paste under your boot, then taking over and remaking society into something that accepts everyone. Sadly, Trump is not likely to get his ass beat any time soon. And more generally, punching fascists, while ideologically sound, is something most people are not going to get to do, due to real-world consequences such as “getting beat up by the fascist’s angry friends” and “being arrested for assault”. And even if you did depose one leader, our very society is set up in a way that perpetuates all manner of injustices, and systemic change is a complex and lengthy process that almost certainly won’t be completed in our lifetimes. But it’s fun to imagine we could, isn’t it?

Both endings are power fantasies. Both show the way they want the world to be, rather than the way it is. They are very different power fantasies, which fill very different--and at times conflicting--needs. And in situations like that, internet culture really likes to pick one to be the right fantasy, the right way to look at the world.

But the truth is, both fantasies are needed! Some people need stories about your queerphobic relatives finally realizing the error of their ways and taking the necessary steps to accept and reconcile with you. And some people need stories where you get to grind fascist bastards beneath the heel of your boot. It’s okay if you prefer one type of fantasy over the other! But in the end, both are valuable, and both are important.

And isn’t it wonderful, for us to have such a diversity of great queer stories? That we can explore both of these deep, conflicting needs? Let’s appreciate each of these fantastic works for what it was meant to be, rather than trying to pit them against each other or make them conform to a single, “best” way to tell a story.

#owl house #the owl house #toh #toh finale #toh spoilers #steven universe #sunset #su spoilers #meta #discourse #my meta #queer fiction

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honeykaes · 11 months

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—𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬

✦ pairing: heizou x reader

✦ w/c: 3.1k

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, roommate au!, modern au!, masturbation, toys, cunnilingus, fingering, nipple play, edging, creampie, roommates to lovers, unedited

✦ synopsis: after trying to relieve yourself, your vibrator ends up dying. frustrated, you throw it against the wall, all while your roommate, heizou investigates what made the noise.

Your bedroom was dark, curtains drawn forward concealing the star-lit sky and the moon rising above. Your eyes strained themselves on the bright light of your laptop, scrolling on random social media sites to catch up with the latest trends and your friends.

You clicked your tongue, pressing your thighs together feeling a slow burn beginning to rumble below.

You shut your laptop close, letting the darkness finally overtake your room before placing it beneath your bed. You lay back down to your soft sheets, letting your hands slowly guide down along your exposed stomach and navel. You shivered traveling further down as you dipping your fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts. A soft sigh escaped from your lips letting your finger graze along your clothed slit. You finally let your finger wander beneath the band of your underwear.

The pad of your finger flattened on your swollen clit guiding it along in tight circles. You let another moan out feeling the slick beginning together on your finger, applying more pressure to satiate the yearning throbbing on the bundle of nerves. Your other hand drifts up under your shirt as your thumbs graze the sensitive buds of your nipples.

“Mmmm,” you murmured, as you slid two fingers inside of you—lazily pumping them as you curled your fingers upward. Your body felt hot, both in its haze of desire and from the summer heat trying to cool down from the rays hours before. As you squeezed on your chest once more another moan echoed in your small room, fingers headed back to toy with your clit. Slick clung onto your panties and smeared on your inner thighs before you shimmied the articles of clothing on your lower half off and threw them across the room.

You guided your fingers out of your drooling hole, leaning slightly up to open the drawer of your bedside cabinet. Quickly feeling around, you wove your hands on the familiar shape taking it out of the drawer and closing it and throwing your shirt on the ground.

You pressed your thighs together again as you finger pressed down on a familiar button. A loud buzzing rang out as the tip began to vibrate and pulsate with the mechanical desire to suck on your clit. You descended the toy downwards trying to adjust the tip to flutter the most where you were throbbing. You yelped as a smile crept its way to your face, grinding and gyrating your hips to the ruthless resound of your vibrator.

Just as you shifted your head, eyes shut closed as you were losing yourself to your fantasy, letting your high build closer and closer to sweet release—the vibrations stopped. Your eyes snapped back, opened narrowing as you lifted the blankets to try to get a better look. The light that usually was on the toy was off. Did your finger accidentally press down on the button?

“What the fuck…” you murmured. As you held the button down, eager for it to start its ministrations again, the toy did not turn back on. You grunted, eyes furrowed as you tried again and again but the machine refused to awaken. Anger quickly spread throughout your body, frustrated at the lack of satisfaction.

“I just charged you yesterday! Did this shit die?! It was $70 fucking dollars!!�� you yelled out, trying again and again to get the toy to turn back on.

“Piece of shit! What was the point of spending all that money then,” you yelled out, lifting your upper half up and shaking the plastic mold before throwing it on the wall with a large bang. You stood there silently with wide eyes in the area you threw your vibrator at—the wall you so happen to share with your roommate.

You and Heizou have been roommates for the last year. You weren’t sure what to make with the guy when he first strolled in to take the room of your last roommate. His cocky smile, the amusement and mischief that twinkled in his hazel eyes—you did have to admit he was pretty on the eyes. At first you two managed life without taking much of each other, besides basic information; he was single, he was getting his P.h.D in Criminal Psychology, he had a bad habit of leaving his cups beside the sink then putting them into the sink.

Yet, as most relationships go, you slowly opened up to each other and became friends. The two of you would have movie nights every other weekend. You two went grocery shopping every Sunday together. He’d always leave your favorite morning drink before you headed off to work in the morning. The two of you were even talking about going on vacation together after he completes his summer course.

You couldn’t deny that you had developed a slight attraction to the shorter male—it was hard not to after experiencing such domestic bliss with one another. Nights leaning against his chest on the couch watching whatever stupid documentary he decided to put on, your eyes always gazed up at him scrolling on his phone.

Did he have a partner? Did he have an attraction to you? Did he want to be more than friends? Did he want a relationship with you?

These questions always made you anxious, as you shook your head and pushed them away.

Ignorance is bliss, right?

A knock at your door snapped you away from your thoughts as your body jumped from the sudden noise. You sighed, worst fears coming true. You slip up your soiled panties and shorts, cringing at the wetness beginning to pool further down your thighs.

“Give me a sec,” you yelled to Heizou behind the door. You lifted your body up, turning the lights on as you blinked your eyes trying to adjust to it. You grabbed your robe covering your top half. You walk to the door, seeing Heizou leaning on the side of the frame. His eyebrows were quirked up in slight confusion and amusement; maroon hair usually fashioned in a low ponytail was fully down and resting just below his shoulders.

“You good? You drop something or fell?” He asked. Your face grew hotter as you drifted your eyes away from Heizou and to the wall behind him—your embarrassment refused to make eye contact.

“Y-Yeah. I dropped my laptop being dumb. Sorry if I woke you up,” you replied. Heizou doesn’t say anything, opting to narrow his eyes at you and crossing his arms.

“Uh huh…is that it?” he trailed on. You snapped your eyes back to him only to see his attention wasn’t focused solely on you, but his eyes lingered on something behind you on the floor. You turned around, seeing your vibrator right there in the direction you threw it at as you cringed at yourself for not picking it up before opening the door.

“You know, an easy tell to know if someone is lying is if they can’t make eye contact with you. Doesn’t help that your vibrator isn’t exactly the quietest thing in the world,” he hummed. You cover your hands in your face, babbling apology after apology. He must have heard you even before you threw the stupid thing. You’ve had that thing for months!

A soft laughter fills the room as he shakes his head with a smile.

“Hey, it’s no worries. I wasn’t gonna say anything at all. I get it. When you’re horny, you’re horny,” he replied with a shrug. You let out a shaky sigh, eyes avoiding him once more in shame.

“Yeah…my vibrator died when I was, well…close. In my horny frustration with the damn thing, I chucked it not realizing what I was doing until it was too late,” you admitted with a frown. Heizou's snickering turned into full-blown laughter after hearing your reply. Your face burned seeing your housemate grab his stomach as heaps of laughter left his lips.

“You were—hahahahaha!” he stammered out. You pout your lips, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Shut up! It was a single lapse of judgment! I’m sure you had your moments!” you barked back. Heizou soon got his laughter taken care of, wiping a nonexistent tear from the corner of his eye.

“My moments? Hah, I guess you can count that as now,” he softly chuckled. You lifted your eyebrows up in confusion, as you opened your mouth to ask him what he meant by that. Heizou merely flashed you that smug smirk, leaning back onto the door frame.

“How about I help you with your problem then?” Heizou suggested. Your eyes widened, feeling your body tremble at his proposition.

“I—What?! Why?! What do you want out of this?!” you questioned. Heizou sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. His smug persona seemed to have melted momentarily, his pale cheeks brushed with a rosy hue.

“I’m pretty hard right now myself. So, win-win situation, right?” he stated. You nibble at your lips, pressing your thighs together feeling your lower half burn in newfound desire. He was literally offering himself to you right now, even if this wouldn’t bloom into something you’d at least have this, right?

“Okay,” you sighed. “I’m in.”

Heizou’s lips curled up in a smile only to lean in, smacking themselves on yours. You moaned into the kiss, hands wandering on his body as you two fell onto the bed. He slowly unties the knot of your robe, clicking his tongue in satisfaction—drinking up your nude upper half. His hands cup over your chest, squeezing the mounds as if to greet them before letting his hand travel to the waistbands of your shorts. Heizou eagerly dips his hand beneath your underwear, watching translucent strings of your slick connect to both of your thighs and the dark pool developed on the fabric.

“Damn you’re soaking. If I was in your state, I just might’ve done the same,” he cooed. He connected his thumb with your clit, flicking it at an eager pace as he hears you whine. You grind into his fingers abusing your clit, letting yourself get closer and closer to the edge.

“M’close Heizou. Just a little more,” you whined. Just as he presses slightly harder and your moans begin to get louder, Heizou clicks his tongue and stops. You lift your head up, eyebrow furrowed, gazing at him in confusion. He merely rolls his eyes, lapping his slick-covered thumb to his mouth.

“I never agreed to let you cum quickly. I want to enjoy this to the fullest now that I have you like this,” he murmured, lifting his shirt off. You groan, pounding your fist against the soft cushion on your mattress only to gasp as Heizou’s hands made way to the waistband of your shorts. He slowly slid the articles of clothing down your legs, his tongue swiping along his bottom lip.

His hands soon find themselves on your plush thighs, spreading you wide—bare cunt finally greeting him. A grin had found its way on his lips as he pressed a finger down on one of your folds, spreading your hole wider for him to admire. His other hand goes towards his groin, cupping the bulge poking out from his joggers. He lets out a soft moan, squeezing his clothed cock in his grasp.

His hand dipped into his joggers before squeezing his member. As he gives his cock a few pumps, he slowly leans in eyeing your twitching hole—finger still spreading you wide. Heizou darts his tongue out, inching closer to your clit. As the appendage finally connects with the small nub, you could feel the vibrations from his moans reverberating through it.

His tongue swirls along the sides of the mound before flatting the base and pressing down hard. He then nips it causing your body to jolt. Heizou lets his tongue flick rapidly after eventually sucking ever so lightly. Your hands weave themselves through his hair as he feels you pushing him further into your crotch lost in your own pleasure.You can feel him lapping up your juices leaking out of you like a man, starved—lewd,wet noises echoing throughout the room.

He continues to pump his cock, sucking harder on your clit. He can hear your voice beginning to raise octaves, your cunt spasming and your thighs beginning to cave into his head. Just as he hears you call his name, Heizou leans away once more with a smirk on his face, lower half glistening from your arousal.

“Fuck you Heizou! Stop being so cruel!” you whine once more, hearing him chuckle.

“Aww, you treat people doing you a favor so harshly,” he teased. Heizou leans up, letting his finger on your fold away as he cleans his coat-covered finger up with his tongue once more. He shimmed his pants and boxer down, cock slapping against his chiseled abdomen.

You stare almost in awe at his cock. It was curved, twitching and pulsating at the faintest touch Heizou would give it. His tip was flushed, precum already dribbling from his slit. He was curved and long as well—your clit throbbed thinking how deep it will be inside of you.

“Seems like you like what you see?” Heizou hummed, slowly pumping himself. You bite your lip. You hated how easy he was able to read you.

“I would do anything to have those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock, but alas…I did agree to your favor so that’ll have to wait another time,” he sighed sarcastically. You rolled your eyes at his response, scoffing as he lets out another laugh.

“Okay, okay. Tough crowd,” he murmured.

Heizou lines his cock along your slit, slapping it a few times on your clit. He soon slides the head up and down it, smearing your arousal along it. You let out a breathy moan whenever he slid up, brushing against your nub over and over again.

“Heizou, just—” Just when you were about to scold him, you looked at his face in slight shock. He was nervous, body shuttering from the sensation of your soft folds. You never seen him so vulnerable before.

“Y’know…it was really hard to be your roommate,” he muttered, sinking his nails into your plush thigh. Your stomach fluttered from anxiety from his confession.

“I hated and loved it because I fell, hard, but worried you didn’t feel the same. Yeah we cuddle, yeah you were touchy with me but…I’d get mixed signals from you,” he confessed, letting another moan out as you felt his cock pulsate against your folds.

“I would be awake in my room, hearing your soft moans and that damn vibrator, wondering: did you want me to hear this? Do you wish it was me instead? Was this some psychological game to try to be fuck buddies? Did you not even realize?” he sighed, lifting his hand up against your cheek.

“I hate how I read into every bit of your behavior for some sign, some signal that you liked me, that you wanted me,” he moaned out, his nose brushing against your own.

“But one thing I can say. I’m glad your stupid vibrator went out because without it, I don’t think I would have the courage to do this,” he confessed. As his lips connected with yours, his cock finally slipped inside of you—stretching you out as he sank deeper inside of you. Your hands lifted onto his face as you cried out into the kiss, feeling his cock finally bottom inside of you brushing across the soft spongy walls of your cunt.

His thrusts were slow, deliberate—determined to show you his hidden affections and show you his dedication to pleasing your body. Your body jolted as his cock soon found what he was looking for. You squirmed underneath him, moaning his name repeatedly as his tongue laid claim to your mouth.

He could feel your walls fluttering against his cock, squeezing and massaging him as his pace slowly began to build. Your legs soon wrapped themselves around his thin waist, letting him get deeper inside of you. He broke the kiss before the two of you caught your breath—a string of saliva connecting your glossy lips. His hands drifted to your waist, lifting it up as he buried himself deeper inside of you.

“Heizou! Fuck! Just like that!” you cried out, leaning your head back. Your stomach churned; you could feel your climax approaching soon as your walls closed in further against Heizou’s drilling cock.

His face drifts down to your chest, connecting his lips along the bud of your mounds. He sucked harshly on it, swirling his tongue around as he tasted the slight salt from your sweat clinging onto your body. His finger snakes itself down before pinching at your clit causing your back to arch and moan his name once more. He could feel your walls convulsing as he sucked a breath in, using all his willpower now to spill his cum inside of you yet.

The headboard banged loudly against the wall at Heizou's brutal and powerful thrust. He lifted his head up admiring the hickey he had just made along your chest only to begin to suck on its twin with the same fervor, moaning as he felt your nails rake along his back.

Your eyes seemed to roll to the back of your head, drool dripping down your lips as your back arched finally reaching your long awaited climax—clamping down against Heizou’s cock. Your body quivered—back arched—lost in pleasure for a few seconds. You blinked a few tears away sucking a breath in at how overstimulated your clit, still pinched, was. Heizou’s pace had gotten much sloppier as the reverations from his moans on your chest became louder.

Ropes of his hot, thick cum shot inside of you as Heizou’s hips continued to buck—shivering in his own pleasure. He finally lifts his head up, another soft groan escaping him as he continues to lazily thrust his cum deeper inside of you, nursing his high.

His lips found their way to yours once more gently whispering out your name. He continues to brush his lips along your face and neck, keeping his softening cock in your warm cunt. You hummed at his affection, eyes heavy and tired from the constant edging and the intensity of your orgasm.

“You seemed really eager,” you cooed. “I mean, I can’t believe you came inside of me.” Heizou stopped kissing their cheek briefly to look down at you. His cheeks were much more reddened, embarrassment painted on every inch of his face. He bit his lip and leaned into your neck, noticing the growing grin on your lips.

“Shut up…I’ll buy Plan B or something for you tomorrow…” he muttered, going back to peppering kisses. You chuckled, brushing away his hair clinging to his forehead.

“You’re lucky, you’re cute.”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #heizou x reader #heizou smut #heizou imagine #heizou scenario #heizou headcanons

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amerricanartwork · 28 days

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RW Headcanon: Know the Difference! | An Overview of Quetzalli's Slugcats

Here’s a headcanon I’ve wanted to elaborate on for a while, and today I finally felt compelled to make it real! Also, just a disclaimer I am not a huge biology nerd nor have I studied it that heavily, so I apologize if something here doesn’t make sense or if I get something wrong. I just like fantasy worldbuilding from time to time, and I always like trying to make sense of things I’m interested in!

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Basically, I’m in the crowd that interprets slugcats as mustelids rather than literal slugs. When I say this, however I don’t mean that slugcats would necessarily be classified in the actual mustelidae family, seeing as Rain World’s world is most-likely not Earth and therefore our taxonomic classifications and phylogenetic relations can’t necessarily apply. Thus, when I call them “mustelids”, I really just mean that I imagine them as some kind of weasel with all the necessary physical traits to earn that general label.

The first half of the name “slugcat”, in my headcanon, is thus not referring to any literal connection to slugs or other mollusks, but is instead derived simply from their appearance. Due to their long ears and thick tail, and because their fur and fat often squishes together in such a way that it makes their features blend together and their bodies appear more smooth (it’s the same physics as that whole “cats are liquid” idea), the general silhouette of a slugcat can easily be likened to that of a literal slug. The second half of their name is also not literal, and instead refers to their jumping and acrobatic abilities and their skill in hunting and pouncing on small prey, which is very similar to that of small cats.

Species Overview

Now to give a little more detail on slugcats themselves as a species! I headcanon them as small to medium-sized mammals most similar to Earth weasels in both their biology and their ecological niche, who originally served as cute low-maintenance pets for the Ancients and as hunters of small pests in facilities on the ground. They’re clever by nature and good at fitting through tight spaces, and later on they evolved greater jumping abilities to pounce on prey. They’re also very social creatures, who’ve taken to forming medium to large colonies primarily in and around the massive trees that thrive between the cracks in iterators’ rainstorm areas (like the one Gourmand, Survivor, and Monk’s colony lives in). Due to this social nature they also generally travel in groups of at least two, both for company and protection against tougher animals. Travel partners are usually siblings or good friends, and sometimes even whole families will journey out together to find food and other resources for the rest of the colony.

Despite being a small prey animal, slugcats have managed to get by not only due to their intelligence — the evolution of which would be seen as a rather unexpected twist of events if you asked their creators, for the Ancients found them cute but rather simple — but because of their impressive adaptability. It’s similar to that of real life red foxes and pigeons, and it allows them to survive decently well even in less ideal environments; a trait especially necessary for a world as industrialized as this one, even if its people are gone and most of the machinery is inactive. As such not all colonies live in trees; some find homes in the abandoned facilities, large underground hollows, and a few bold colonies have even claimed territories high up in iterator cities alongside scavengers. Slugcats are opportunists and masters at making the best of their surroundings, yet even beyond that they carry a certain other, “special” ability of their own that makes them as diverse as they are clever. But that’s a headcanon for another day…

Reasoning

Now for some out-of-universe explanation for this classification choice. I’ve always seen slugcats as some kind of small scurrying mammal (kind of a bias on my part, I just like mammals honestly, and they’re most familiar to me), mainly due to the way they look and move when on all fours, and their place in the game’s food chain. Originally though I saw them as rodents and compared them to mice and rats, which I still sometimes use for anatomy reference for these creatures. But one day a friend of mine saw me drawing slugcats and thought they were weird ferrets, and the more I thought about it and the more I developed personal speculative biology headcanons for slugcats, the more that label seemed the most fitting for them. It was also solidified when I did a bit more research and realized the main characteristic of rodents is their buck teeth, which just didn’t seem to fit with how I perceived slugcats. Not to mention rodents aren’t really predator animals, and slugcats’ implied natural diet and the gameplay itself does strongly imply if not confirm they have some instinctive hunting ability.

Thus, it seemed “weasel” was the best classification for these creatures, and I quite like it so far! Once again it satisfies my mammal preference, but I also just think it’s a fun idea that neither part of the “slugcat” name is literal, similar to a lot of real-life creatures named after completely different animals, including fellow weasel, the polecat. Plus, I realized recently it’s kind of ironic with how I perceive the messenger slugcats, Hunter and Spearmaster, as being like hunting or guard dogs for their creators, when weasels are exactly the kind of animal humans with their dogs would normally hunt for! It’s cute, it’s familiar, it’s fun, yet I think it still has just as much potential for some interesting speculative biology ideas as the literal slug slugcat interpretations!

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I'm so glad to finally get this out! I like seeing specbio slugcat headcanons in the RW fandom, yet I haven't seen many more in-depth takes from artists who don't take the "slugcats are literal slugs/mollusks/primarily mollusk-based" angle. Not that that's a bad headcanon of course; do what you think feels right! But once again I personally prefer slugcats being mammals, and I always look for fan-content that's as close to my personal preferences as possible. And when I can't find enough of it, I make it myself!

So hopefully this serves as a bit more of that kind of representation for the mustelid slugcat interpretation. It at least helped me develop my own idea of the species a bit more; much of that stuff in the overview part was ideas I came up with while typing this whole headcanon out!

As always, I hope you enjoy this headcanon of mine! I've still got so many ideas to develop and share, and even more coming as I continue to ponder these characters and their stories, so as long as you guys still like these Rain World headcanons of mine, they'll keep coming!

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valentine-writes · 8 months

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their "i love you"s and other drabbles...

「 tws + notes: no tws, HEAVILY unedited, a little angst in sum partz but f it we ball (THERE'S SUMN WRONG W/ ME I NEVER DO THIS MUCH?), fluff, tried to add a lil bit of everyone, little thoughtz abt the characters,,, 」

↳ ft. ben reilly/scarlet spider, gwen stacy, hobie brown/spider-punk, jessica drew, lyla, margo kess, miles morales (1610 and 42), miguel o'hara/spider-man 2099, pavitr prabhakar, peter b parker, spider-man noir, and the spot/johnathan ohnn

「 gn!reader, romantic relationships <3 」

author's note: not my usual content but thought it wud b fun to whip up a few drabbles,, (´。＿。｀) diff format than usual too! all separate and stuff, w/ the characterz at the bottom being the ones the drabble applies to the most (ALL CAPZ MEANS I THOUGHT IT FIT THEM SUPER WELL!!!!) thought it wud b fun,,, altered lyrics are italicized, itz jus a pronoun change 2 make it gender neutral (❁´◡`❁) edit: my tags. do not fit. so i had to redo them. reblogz r super appreciated ^_^ i jus wanna make sure all fans of these characterz are being fed content <33

[ please don't forget about me - pompey ]

"and if you see me everyday / will I lose my shine?"

↳ always terrified of not being exciting and new to you– like one day, their appeal will fade. not like they understand what drew you to them in the first place, but they never asked. maybe you're just hanging around for the hell of it. maybe one day, they'll watch you leave and they'll have nothing to convince you to stay

"how many bad jokes will it take? / or awkward quiet times?"

↳ they wonder if they're already losing you slowly. everytime they speak to you, it's like they're trying to compensate for something. begging you to look at them– but not too close,,, just in case you notice how brutally flawed they are, beyond just the quirks you find endearing. maybe one day you'll look too deep into their eyes and you won't like what you see

▸ JOHNATHAN OHNN/THE SPOT, peter b parker

[ soft sounds from another planet - japanese breakfast ]

"i'll show you the way to hurt me"

↳ loving again is the biggest risk anyone who's been hurt like them could take. you make it worth the danger– the possibility of the pain they've grown all too familiar with. maybe for today, caution can be set aside. when it comes to you, they wouldn't mind letting their guard down.

"in search of a soft sound from another planet / in search of a quiet place to lay this to rest."

↳ they have to admit their past has burdened them in ways they can't even begin to communicate. they know you can't fix everything that has been broken in their lives. still, the comfort you provide is never taken for granted. you are their safe space– the soft sound from another planet. their quiet place to finally lay it all to rest. and suddenly, the aching in their chest doesn't eat them up inside as much as it used to.

you make it easy to love again.

▸ GWEN STACY, MIGUEL O'HARA/SPIDER-MAN 2099

[ our lullabye - miracle musical ]

"i was made for you / you were made for me"

↳ it's hard to believe that you're more than just a distant fantasy sometimes. they can't deny how much they've yearned for a love like the one you two share. something so sweet, so real. it's nothing like the movies or the fairytales, but is anything ever? even when things are messy and complicated, it's undeniable how perfect it all feels. how everything about the two of you just fits. they're inclined to thank every shooting star they've ever wished on, every birthday candle they've ever held their deepest desires in as they blew the flame out for the day you two met. by any manner of higher power or forces unseen to the human eye, they're certain fate was on their side to give them such a blessing.

"i'll love you 'till you're gone / our song goes on and on"

↳ they're determined to hold on as long as possible. all good things cannot last– but they try not to dwell on that thought. they hold onto the hope that you're the one thing that will stay. your love feels divine. radiant, in the way it overtakes them fully. they almost feel undeserving. so, no matter how small or how grand the action, they try to remind you every day, "i love you"s woven into their every being whenever you're around.

▸ lyla, SPIDER-MAN NOIR, johnathan ohnn/the spot

[ i will - mitski ]

"everything you feel is good / if you would only let you"

↳ sometimes they feel you holding back. they can't help but notice the tension in the room as you suppress the things you want to say, silence the thoughts in your head. they know it's not easy to be earnest all the time. but they love you– they care for you. and all they've ever wanted is for you to be authentic. if it's pure, how could it ever be wrong? maybe in your own time, you'll be able to unravel in front of them. they're by your side every step of the way. to finally have you open up to them– to be real, to be honest– it would mean the world to them. they want to show you they love every single part of you. they love you when you're upset, when you're crying, when you're angry– because it's you.

"so stay with me / hold my hand / there's no need / to be brave"

↳ they offer every reassurance they can give you. you no longer have to fend for yourself. those days of being alone are over. you can crumble apart if you need– there's no need for constant bravery anymore. you did such a good job picking yourself up, time and time again. now, they outstretch a hand to you, a silent way of saying, "let me help you this time."

▸ ben reilly/scarlet spider, gwen stacy, HOBIE BROWN/SPIDER-PUNK, JESSICA DREW, lyla, MILES MORALES (1610), PAVITR PRABHAKAR, PETER B PARKER tbh all of them but shhh

[ right side of my neck - faye webster ]

"you looked back at me once / but i looked back two times"

↳ absolutely smitten with you. it doesn't matter how hard you fell. they. fell. harder. and maybe it's not obvious to you. but they've never had someone who made them care so much. some part of them feels immature for feeling so in love,, like a school kid with a puppy crush. they find it ridiculous, how absolutely lovesick and enamoured they are with everything about you. whatever you feel and express towards them, they feel towards you three times as much. they try everyday to show it.

"the right side of my neck / still smells like you"

↳ you just seem to leave a part of you with them always. they can't ignore it– can't seem to escape your presence, even when you're not physically there. it felt like spiralling to insanity at first. but they've learned to appreciate it– find comfort in it, even. the way the smell of your shampoo lingers on the pillow they leant you when you stayed over, the way that the mug of tea (made just the way you like it) is still on the kitchen table from the morning after– you left your t-shirt once and you had to ask them directly for it back. they like keeping pieces of you near. it reminds them of how loved they are.

▸ BEN REILLY/SCARLET SPIDER, gwen stacy, HOBIE BROWN/SPIDER-PUNK, MARGO KESS, miles morales (1610 and 42), pavitr prabhakar, the spot/johnathan ohnn

[ you love me - kimya dawson ]

"but when i met you, right away, i knew / you would never, ever, ever hurt me"

↳ you're used to pulling away. leave before they can leave you, before they even try to make you miss them– but the second you met them? they were insistent on proving that they were harmless. they could never dream of hurting you. and they see as you pull away, scared to get too close– and yet, every single time, they open their arms back to you.

"and the road's still long but you come along / and you hold my hand, and you understand"

↳ "when you're ready" has become second place in their favourite three word sentences. they remind you of these words constantly.

"when you're ready" means they don't mind that it's not now. ""when you're ready" means it doesn't matter how long they have to wait for you, they will. when you're ready" is another form of "i love you"

▸ MARGO KESS, MILES MORALES (1610), pavitr prabhakar, PETER B PARKER, spider-man noir

[ (you) on my arm - leith ross ]

"i wanna buy you pretty little things / and never ever lie to you"

↳ wants something simple with you. craves a form of sweet, normalcy. the mundane tasks and events of life seem far more appealing to them when you're in the picture. no, they never really imagined ever having a quiet life, yet the hope for one with you lingered. to buy you little gifts, to be the best they could possibly be to you, to drive around with you for the hell of it. they're certain anything could be heaven if you were there to accompany them.

a quiet life sounds nice.

"i'd be better armed if you agreed to take it"

↳ having you on their arm just makes them feel secure. keeping you close while showing you off to the world– showing you've got each other. they're a bit sappy for little things like this. everywhere you go, they never fail to extend an arm out to you. something about you makes them feel safer than ever.

▸ jessica drew, miles morales (1610), MILES MORALES (42), peter b parker, SPIDER-MAN NOIR

[ peach scone - hobo johnson ]

"so I fall to ground, collect myself and get ready to take over your heart / or at least your spare time"

↳ they try so incredibly hard to be the one for you. no matter what they try, they just seem to fumble and mess it up. they stumble over their words when they try to compliment you, they get weak in the knees when they try to make a move, and no matter how much they spend deliberating, and deliberating– they've got no clue how to win you over. hopefully you find their clumsy attempts endearing. they're making a fool of themself. and maybe, they haven't really said anything yet– but they're happy to at least hang around you in the meantime

▸ BEN REILLY/SCARLET SPIDER, gwen stacy, MILES MORALES (1610), spider-man noir, the spot/johnathan ohnn

[ dan the dancer - mitski ]

" he liked them more than life itself / i'm sure "

↳ he was quiet in the way he expressed his adoration. still, he did everything he could to ensure you would never go unloved. the way he looks into your eyes, taking you in like you are the loveliest thing on earth... it's only fitting. you're his world. maybe in the silent moments, when his fingers gently brush your cheek, admiring you– you'd begin to understand this.

▸ MILES MORALES (42), MIGUEL O'HARA/SPIDER-MAN 2099

[ lover // over the moon - alice phoebe lou ]

"i'm a lover / i feel it now / i'm a lover / just never knew how"

↳ they don't even try to hide how much they enjoy your company. you're special to them– why would they try to hide that? at this point, whenever you feel arms wrap around you from behind, you've learned to see their grinning face when you glance over your shoulder. maybe they've never been particularly shy about most things,, but now they're just twice as loud. it's inexplicable, the things you do to them. they hadn't anticipated being so utterly soft,,, not like they're complaining

▸ hobie brown/spider-punk, PAVITR PRABHAKAR

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steve lives in a dingy little apartment that everyone assumes he would hate, but actually the little perv loves it, because the view from his bedroom window is the apartment building next door. specifically, the window that lines up with his, is yours. he sets his alarm five minutes before yours, so he can get himself in a good enough spot to watch you wake up without being seen. he's even bought a mirror for his bedroom wall so he can still see you through it even while you're at the window.

it isn't foolproof, though. his timing isn't always perfect when he dives out of sight as you turn around, and whenever you move too suddenly for him to react, and you lock eyes with him, he could almost swear you're smiling at him. it's so fleeting when it happens that he swears it's his own perversion tricking him, but the thought of you putting on a show just for him is enough to get him instantly hard. he can't stop thinking about you, stripping for him, fondling your breasts for him, bending over for him, touching yourself for him.

he assumes it's just his own pervy thoughts that are egging on this fantasy of his. until he returns home from work one day to see through his bedroom window that you've rearranged your room so he can see your bed - and more importantly, you touching yourself in bed.

very pervy steve!!! reader with breasts and vagina! mutual masturbation!

steve’s reeling. face all flushed, breath baited. your legs are spread so wide he can see everything. he can tell where you’re touching yourself and how. he’s never had a view like this before - usually he can only catch you getting dressed or dropping your towel after a shower. but now, christ, he can see how you drip, how your back arches. he can even see your face twist in pleasure.

it’s not very fair, he thinks, that he’s not touching himself, too. so he reaches down into his tight jeans and starts stroking his cock. it’s such a waste, all the precum that he has to fuck into his fist instead of into you. that it can’t be pressed against your walls and make you an even bigger mess. because you are a mess. his mouth waters just looking at it.

when you finally look up again, and your eyes catch steve’s, he doesn’t move like usual. he continues to fuck himself, and so do you. his heart beats unusually fast in his chest and beads of cool sweat gather at his hairline. he fists his cock so hard that it almost hurts, and he begs himself to cum. any longer without release and he might collapse.

two fingers fold into yourself. your mouth drops and brows knit together tightly. your gorgeous eyes pierce his while you ride your hand. he watches the one that isn’t preoccupied reach up to pinch your nipples. fuck, he needs them in his mouth. needs to kiss hickeys into them and fuck them up. make you his.

make you his. his cock throbs painfully. he needs to cum into you until you’re bloated. until you can’t walk. he needs to keep you in his bed day in and day out. sucking your tits, fingering your cunt, fucking it into the shape of him. til you forget all those other men he painfully watched you fuck through your window. til those other men can’t even try to fuck you because you’re steve’s. he’d apply himself more, get a high paying job so you could sit at home nice and knocked up. shouldn’t even have to lift a finger - unless you’re using it on him, of course.

your head falls back again. steve can tell you’re cumming. your thighs shake and your hips lift off from your stark white sheets. almost the same color as the cum that pours over steve’s fist, a guttural groan ripped from his lungs. his chest heaves, eyes unfocused but staring at your pussy gushing around your digits. he craves the taste, wonders if you’re sweet like honey or if you’re earthy. he’d take you either way. would bury his pretty head between your thighs and eat you until he drowns. now he’s hard again, cum-covered fist still groping his dick.

you sit up, tits bouncing, and your eyes lock on steve’s movements. you seem surprised and steve immediately stops, shame crawling up his neck in red waves.

but then you lift your soaked fingers and beckon him over.

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #ANON YOU ATE…!!!!

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macdenlover · 10 months

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My fucking god. There is so much to take apart.

This episode gave us a peak into Dennis’s mind and it’s the closest thing we’re gonna get to putting him under a microscope like a little bug and studying him in a lab. It isn’t what I expected from this episode but man oh man am i glad to have it. There’s a few things we need to establish first that’s gonna be the basis of my analysis. Dennis is angry, but he ultimately uses that anger to mask fear, pain, and every other emotion that he doesn’t allow himself to feel. Also, the entirety of the episode— every little detail was intentionally conjured by Dennis’s mind either consciously or subconsciously so none of it is off the table to dig into.

There’s two big things at play here— one, his desperate need for control; and two, his instinct to self sabotage. This episode did one hell of a job at showing how woven together the two are.

The essence of Dennis’s character is this impenetrable shell he’s built to protect the vulnerable part that sits at his core, and we finally got to see HOW he builds that shell piece by piece. This is the pressure-cooking of the diamond— if you apply enough pressure it’ll harden the shell.

Everything is thrown out of balance when Dennis learns about his high blood pressure, but what really bothers him about that is the inevitability of aging— something we’ve seen him be insecure about for many seasons. But what’s different about this episode is that while his usual fear of aging comes from vanity, this time it’s combined with Dennis being so afraid of the world around him changing and leaving him behind. This follows the thematic trajectory of this season— all the characters struggling to cope with inevitable change.

A stress-free day at the beach is a pipe dream. Happiness is something so hopelessly distant from him that he builds a fantasy about chasing it while never getting there— sabotaging the plan because he either thinks it’s too impossible, something he doesn’t deserve, or both. This is not the first time we’ve seen this from him. In The Gang Saves The Day, the rest of the gang’s fantasies revolve around them finally getting their dream ending, while Dennis’s stuck out from the others as a barely comprehendible mess of his own misery. (I’m gonna rewatch this episode soon and give you a full breakdown of my thoughts). Dennis self sabotages in his own fantasies because he can’t imagine a reality where he is capable of getting what he wants. Dissatisfaction is something so permanent to him, and Dennis Takes a Mental health day is all about him trying to cling to things that are permanent to regain his sense of control. He is creating uncertainty in his own fantasy so that he can be certain about it. He is such a broken man and it is such a fucked up cycle— one thing continues feeding into the other. “The pin’s the key to the phone, the phone’s the key to the car.”

The primary source of his frustration in this episode was the automated systems, which I think holds place to represent more than one thing. It’s a symbol of the changing world that he can’t control or escape from, but it also represents the parts of himself he’s fighting against. He forms systems in his life that are so methodical and complicated that it gets in the way of his ability to have real human connections. They went right on the nose with it in this ep by having him spelling out his own name as an acronym in a fit of rage. Subconscious Dennis’s d.e.n.n.i.s. system is fucking crazy.

D- “Deliver me from this”

E - “Engage with human”

N - “Nightmare”

N - “NIGHTMARE”

I - “Is this real?”

S - “Somebody help me”

If you interpret this as his frustration with not only the state of the world but himself and his perpetual loneliness it gets incredibly heartbreaking. Guys I’m really tearing up here.

His interactions with others in this episode also say so much about him and the inner conflicts he’s experiencing. He knows he establishes control by taking his frustration out on other people, but he simultaneously struggles with that making him a bad person. He yells at the customer service workers and then APOLOGIZES and reassures them that it’s not them who he’s really mad at. He doesn’t mean to take it out on them. (Potentially wild implications for Dennis woobifiers here.) He wants to take his frustration out on people who he believes deserve it, like the CEO. He gets to see himself as a hero in this story even if he’s miserable. If happiness is a pipe dream, he can settle for second best which is the rush he gets from taking his pain out on the guy who fucked him over. But he is simultaneously the person he spent his entire fantasy craving a real human connection with. He doesn’t know how to do that. It got weird and a little sexual (he definitely wanted to fuck that guy till the room stank). he is vindicated with violence at the end, which is ultimately what he will always resort to because it gives him the sense of power that desperately needs to make the frustration, vulnerability, and weakness go away (mentally AND physically). This is his cycle.

I’m not sure Dennis could have an episode where he breaks down and cries and has a huge cathartic moment and then goes back to his regular self the next episode the way Mac and Charlie have. Dennis is a whole other can of worms. RCG are comfortable with exploring different sides to these characters as long as they are kept in a state of limbo for the length of the show, but letting Dennis openly express his feelings (even to himself) might make it impossible to come back from because this is literally the entire crux of his character. The last time he opened up emotionally he fled to another state only come back a year later more hostile and emotionally distant than ever. They had to put a hard reset on him after season 12 because they knew that version of him didn’t have longevity in the show. I WISH so fucking bad that they would explore the vulnerable parts of him more explicitly on the show but for now I will settle for being a little vulture and picking it out of the carcass of this season.

#iasip #i had a lot of thoughts about this ep #this is just my raw opinions #i call this my 2:00 am autism + adhd combo move #would you believe it if i said i had more that i cut out 😭#tell me ur thoughts pleaseee

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factual-fantasy · 5 days

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10 asks! Thank you!! :}} 🌞

AHEHEHE KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING LIKE A DORK AT THIS 😭😭💞🥺💖💖 THANK YOU SO MCUH!! I DO MY BEST TO MAKE THE EXPRESSIONS KF THE CHARACTERS READABLE AND DRIPPING WITJ EMOTION SO IM GLAD ITS WORKING!! :DD ✨💞✨💖✨

@gummysusie

Oh there's lots I'd be willing to eat if I had to! XDD

My memory ain't the best but off the top of my head-- I'm sure eating miltank meat wouldn't disturb me so much! :0

I like fish so there's a lot of those I'd be willing to try! Magikarp, uhhh those two grumpy fish that are either green/red or green/blue! I forgot the name..

Of course all of the food themed ones would be relatively no problem. Fidough, Milcery.. There's some bird ones that wouldn't be too upsetting too! XDD

As long as my brain relates them to earthly animals, I'm not too disturbed by the thought of eating them XD Im sure they have to eat pokemon in the actual pokemon universe! Where else do their meat based dishes come from? How else do they feed their carnivorous pokemon??

@girlsackthing

Not recently :(( but I'd like to pick it up again someday once I'm feeling better! :}}

@illogically-austere

Hey thanks for checking in, that means a lot 🥹

I'm hanging in there as best I can. I haven't eaten much but am getting plenty of water and rest! I'm hoping this horrible health trial thingy I've been going through is over soon <:}}

@sussyhahag

y a l i k e j a z z ?

@littlelightfish

Hey pal, I hope You're doing alright! Hang in there.. <:}}

I haven't worked much on Tuna's backstory recently.. but I imagined that his blood family was gone.. he lived on a ship with a real rotten crew that was horrible to him.

As for how he joined Seafoam's crew, I imagined that the crew rescued him somehow. Maybe Tuna's old crew attacked Seafoam's crew but he kicked their butts. Perhaps in all the chaos Tuna was left behind by "mistake", only for Foam to welcome him aboard?

Maybe his old crew got too intense and he ran, somehow running into Seafoam and he offered shelter? Or maybe his old ship sank and he was found by Seafoam..? Something along those lines-- XD

Anywho- thank you! Things are starting to look up for me, I'm hoping this journey is almost over! <:}}

@raven-bearden-the-interviewer42

"Seafoam's heart 🥰..... Metaphorically I mean-"

I would assume so! :0 Maybe a cookie like that already exists in the games!

Well that's hard to say.. I usually draw comics all in one pass. I sketch out the entire comic, and then I go back and draw all the line art, and then I go back and color it all in..

So in that sense 1 drawing for a comic could take days to complete. But if I were to focus on just one panel/drawing? I would guesstimate about 10-15 minutes :0

Now my name! My memory is a little foggy.. but one of my favorite things to do in drawing is to apply logic, reason and explanations for things.

For example, Captain Barnacles! He's a polar bear wearing a full suit and lives out in the Pacific Ocean. Obviously there's a lot that doesn't make sense about that- but mainly the fact that Barnacles would be way too hot!

So I remedy this by making my version of Barnacles have very short fur, a special diet that thins out his blubber, and a special suit that helps keep him cool! It's not perfect obviously but it helps make him living out in the Pacific seem more reasonable. Which is what I love to do, and how I thought of my name! Applying fact to fantasy, Factual Fantasy!

Hm, Bibi's worst fear.. that would have to be something bad happening to me or any of the fam I'd assume <XD

Nothing bad actually happened to Red, that nightmare just manifested because she loves/worries about him so much 🥺💞 Like a mother having dreams about their children getting hurt. Nothing exactly happened to cause it, but they just worry about their babies so much that those dreams happen sometimes..

And lastly, thank you! It's looking good that I might finally get out of this pit. So my spirits are high! :}}

@beryl-shade (sorry for the late response! <:D)

He typically will not allow it 😅 I originally had a drawing idea for this ask but I dont have the strength to get to my PC so I can just explain it!-

I imagined Octo and some of the crew all tied to chairs with some other pirates taunting them. Octo looks very bored and very unintimidated.

Well one of the pirates makes the mistake of grabbing one of Octos tentacles and twirling it around. Octo immediately reacts and uses the other tentacles on his head to restrain his hand and start choking the guy-

The rest of the crew is just laughing and calling that pirate an idiot while he continues to struggle to get away from the angry Octo 🤣

Now on the other hand, if he gets a joking pat on the head from Seafoam? Or if Red is up on his shoulders and he pulls on Octo's hair by mistake? Eh, whatever he doesn't mind much. : '

#my response #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs

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Some of you been trying to get in touch lately. That's cool.

If you're just swinging by to say hi and thanks, then what follows doesn't apply to you.

You want me to talk to you though? Some hints and tips (and very common mistakes) that will increase your chances of an actual conversation or two and from there, who knows.

The best way is to have a blog with some original content. Pics of you, stories, captions, whatever. I'm looking for commitment and authenticity, some skin in the game, some evidence of actual fucking effort. In your message don't just fawn. I don't need that. Be brief, be articulate, be confident in what you like and what you bring to the table and be clear on why you want a place with me, specifically, over any generic black guy or Dom. Job interview etiquette applies and know I get 4 or 5 'candidates' a day. Respect the fact I am a busy guy with a life away from here, several real life submissives, and several more long distance things going on. My girls, gurls and bois are all different, all exquisite, and they all interest me in different ways. It's on you to show me what i'm missing and why I'm going to make time for you. Be a muse, be amusing. Wow me.

So!

If you have an empty blog, don't bother. I'm not interested in lurkers.

If your blog is just reposts of the usual stuff I've seen 100 times before, don't bother.

If you're just going to start contact with 'hey...', don't bother. I'm not interested.

If you're just looking for someone, anyone, to Dom you for the 2 minutes it takes for you to jerk off, don't bother. I'm not a jack off service.

If your blog is full of explicit hard core porn, don't bother - your account will be deactivated soon and you'll probably be disappeared before we start chatting away from here anyway. You don't represent a good ROI of my time. Of the 4 or 5 of you that make contact today, 2 of you will be gone tomorrow, and at least 1 more within the month.

Unless your wife/gf/mom/daughter is hot, living near me and interested in hooking up, I don't care that you wish you could see them suck a cock like a Blacked girl right in front of you. If I can't see it, smell it, hear it, taste it or feel it - if its not actually going to happen on my cock - I don't care.

Outright headcanon fantasists and part-timers who 'don't need to dress up because they can imagine it so well...', hard pass. If I tell you to feminise yourself, take a pic in a certain pose, jerk off a certain way or make a post about something it isn't a question of whether you feel you need to to sustain your little fantasy. It's a question of whether you're going to pay the price of submission to talk to me. If you can't or won't follow simple instruction, then I have no interest in you.

Those of you who confuse sissy with trans, hard pass. Trans women are women. You are not a woman just because you fantasise about being sexually submissive and effeminate around a black man. You're a sissy, a toy, a whiteboi fuckdoll. That's all. If you can't or don't accept that, don't bother.

FLR, ABDL, Gooners: kittens I adore seeing you relinquish your masculinity and pride to roll around in your own shame and filth. But to be clear: these kinks are your weaknesses, not my interests. I cater to you because my mission is to enable every single last one of you whiteboi fucks to become codependent emasculated bottom-feeders of one kind or another, willingly, done by yourselves to yourselves, stripped of the convenient deniability of coercion. I'm fixing to cook and push good quality junk so you can fuck yourselves up, not share the needle. Definitely not looking to change your fucking diapers.

If you clearly haven't read this pinned note, don't bother.

Stay sticky, losers

#loser humiliation #pathetic loser #bnwo #bnwo propaganda #pussy free whiteboy #beta faggot #whiteboi feminization #white beta #beta sissy #prejac #gooning #gooner

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vampirae · 3 months

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Astrology knowledge + personal notes

Disclaimer! Some paragraphs are pure astrological knowledge, others are just mine personal opinions and experiences. Experiences aren't universal, it may apply to some and not to others.

You don't feel like the 4th house is accurately describing your family dynamics or traumas? Nice, then look at your 2nd house. The 4th house talks about your family, but mostly about your roots, generational trauma, your country, your literal home etc. Meanwhile the infamous 2nd house associated always exclusively with money, in reality is linked directly to your childhood, your family dynamics/setting, values or traumas they gave you, also your literal future family etc. E.g. Venus in the 2nd house is associated with being spoiled or likely to be giving gifts or favours, but why? Probably because in their childhood caregivers tried to "buy their love" so they associate gifts to being loved. Look at the planets in your 2nd house, its ruler, and the aspects etc.

Cancer sun men, usually tend to be cheap or stingy, literally, never met a Cancer sun man in my life who isn't so, if they behave differently it's usually because it suits their own personal agenda, or try to manipulate you.

Aries moon women tend to post absolutely gorgeous photos, they're so artistic, and know how to take or edit photos or videos.

Cancer rising is so funny, relatable or friendly, they naturally attract people or masses, they're charismatic in their own way, but they tend to be private and dislike when people invade too much of their personal space without permission; some will cut you immediately off, others will be waiting patiently for you to finally understand you're being inappropriate, literally no in between.

Moon in the 12th house, from my own personal experiences, terrible friends. Likely to be great companions if you want to get high or drink or talk about whatever without being judged, but literally avoid them in "no chill time". Extremely manipulative, always victim of the circumstances, helpless and problematic. Briefly, if you don't want to find yourself being a free therapist for hours, a free ATM or parenting a whole ass adult, just avoid getting closer to them. On the other hand, great and sacrificial lovers, but vampiric succubus as friends. (To the people asking me which 12th house moon hurt me, well too many my darling, this is why they're on my blacklist).

When it comes to raw sexual libido mars in fall and detriment are the ones most usually labelled with low libido, which is true, but still in my opinion and experiences they're not on the same level. Mars is Cancer is the one with the highest libido between the three, then Libra and last Taurus. Furthermore men with this mars (the aforementioned) are more prone to have issues with their, ahem, "friend". But, gladly, they also have wild fantasies and are more prone to compromise or satisfy their partner's desires. E.g. if you want them to be dominant, they'll try their best to be your Master/Daddy etc. Last but not least, despite being "shy" and at first look traditional, they're more open to use toys or try new sex positions if it's your will, but won't share you (so threesome or orges literally it's a big NO if they truly love you).

Sagittarius and Cancer placements are competitive AF, but the last one will give up if they're gonna lose or act uninterested, or just whine in the corner about how life is unjust with them. Sagittarius placements, will look chill and playful, but they're extremely competitive, not only because of the prize, but it's a great opportunity to learn something new, or master some of their skills, or just an adrenaline shot. Literally, they're second to Aries when it comes to competing, yet people are unaware of this nature because of their nonchalant and sometimes dumbass vibes/behaviour.

Talking about Sagittarius placements again, when they're labeled as funny, don't think they're master at telling jokes or giving clever clapbacks, in fact, earth signs are masters of this type of humour. Sagittarius placements are funny because of their spontaneous nature: like saying some weird or shocking things with a serious face, or doing some WTF stuff, literally they're funny in original ways and something you never expected. With time they'll acquire a more "normal" sense of humour, but usually they're memorable for their unexpected humour.

Virgo really needs some structure or specific goals or tasks. They could have a hard time with unspecific projects, games or work, they'll literally stay there like a NPC waiting for your interaction or order, analysing the situations, outcomes and necessities.

Libra placements are charming and a good company, their indecisiveness is forgivable most of the time, until you have to work with them. It can be so stressful sometimes to work with or under a Libra (sun, rising or mars), you never know when they'll change their idea again or return to an old project, or what you have to do. I'm sorry to say it, but they're problematic bosses and owners. To lift yourself from this curse, there are few options, like changing job or aggressive yet polite confrontation, just to make it clear, next time you won't forgive and neither make you lose your time again, because it's the only resource you can't buy or restore.

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trupowieszcz-moved · 10 months

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heavendear32 · 1 year

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Something There — B.c

Pairing: BangChan X female reader

Summary: you have been friends with Chan since you were kids, always been there through thick and thin and you love him (as more than a friend) but Chan never noticed. When Chan gets a new job, your feelings and relationship with Chan are on the line.

Genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers, kinda a slow-burn

Warnings: angst, fluff at the end, Lee know and Hyunjin are mentioned in this, mentions of death (lee know makes a joke about cigarettes k!lling him), cigarettes, Lee know and reader share a cigarette, crying, unrequite love in the beginning, Chan is oblivious to reader’s flirting/feelings.

Note: I have been working on Eros radio, this week is finals so I’m super busy but I will be posting Eros radio again and also this is my first skz fic so I hope you guys enjoy it:)

If soulmates were real, you were sure it was Chan. He had always been there since you were kids, through every heartbreak and achievement. You couldn’t complain, you loved Chan and he was the best friend you could ever have but you always felt like there was more in between you and him. Small actions and lingering touches told you different then what Chan said.

“I just feel like I’m not appreciated there.” You complained to Chan

“Then you should quit, and they’d realize that they lost their best employee.” Chan replied shrugging

“Chan, I know that you quit your last job and immediately got hired again but it doesn’t work for all of us.” You rolled your eyes. Chan laughed and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Well I’ll walk down there, bust into your boss’s room and say ‘listen here, Y/n is an amazing hardworking woman and I’ll be damned if you don’t treat her with the level of respect she deserves’”

You laughed as Chan talked, he always seemed to know what to say to make you feel better. Something that you were never able to find in someone else, along with being funny and just someone you always wanted to be around.

“Talking about jobs, I applied for a new job.” Chan added

“I thought you were happy with this job?” You asked confusedly

“I am but the one I applied for it’s my dream job and I just know that if I didn’t even apply that I’d regret it my entire life.” He sighed

You knew that feeling, better than Chan probably thought. You continued walking down the street, heading to the cafe you usually went to.

“Chan?” A voice called and made Chan stop.

With his arm still around you, he turned and smiled seeing an old friend. Chan pulled from you and hugged the man, you smiled and stood close to Chan as he reunited with an old friend before the man’s eyes flickered to you.

“Is this your girlfriend?” He asked referring to you making you blush

“Oh this is my best friend, Y/n.” There was reality to make your fantasy come crashing down but Chan’s hand on your back gave you hope

Hope that lasted you weeks through your boring job and horrible love life. Dropping hint and hint trying to make it obvious but you weren’t sure how much more obvious you could make it.

“I’m Hyunjin, Chan you’re friends with such a pretty woman but you haven’t made her yours. How is that?” Hyunjin said making you laugh

“I know, Chan really dropped the ball.” You joked as you stared at Chan, he laughed and just pulled you closer to him

Chan said goodbye to his friend before you and him started off again. Your mind still stuck on that comment but you sighed.

“Anyways, my job is having a get together and I was wondering if you wanted to be my plus one?” It should’ve been so obvious, the question, the way you looked at him but Chan just smiled innocently at you. “Yeah sure, is it a formal party?”

That’s how you found yourself standing outside, as Chan was inside having fun and meeting all your colleagues. You were originally there with him but after so many times of being asked if you and Chan were dating and your best friend shutting them down, you needed to clear your head.

“Where are you going?” Chan asked grabbing your arm

“Outside, I just need some air. You continue to have fun, I’ll be back in a bit.” You told him and started to pull from his grasp, you wanted him not to let go of you.

You wanted him to pull you back into him and confess that he loved you and that he always was there for you but he just let go of your arm letting you walk away. You leaned against the wall feeling like you wanted to cry.

“Hey.” A voice besides you made you jump

You turned your head to see your friend and colleague, Lee Know standing next to you.

“Hey.” You replied watching as he took out a cigarette and lazily placed it between his lips

“I didn’t know you still smoke.” You turned to him as he lit it up.

Lee Know shrugged and took a long drag before blowing out the smoke, “trying to kill myself faster.” He joked, you laughed a bit and hit his shoulder as he asked. “So why aren’t you up there with your boytoy?”

“He’s not my boytoy.” You sighed and mumbled out the last part. “He’s made that extremely clear.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Give me that cigarette.”

You reached your hand out and Lee Know happily passed it to you, a smirk popped on his face as you took a puff.

“Y/n, the goody-two-shoes sharing a cigarette with me. You’ve hit rock bottom.” Lee Know said

You sighed and passed it back to him, “I’ve made it so blindly obvious but every time I think Chan reciprocates my love, he sucker punches me back into the friend-zone.”

“You can’t torture yourself over some boy who doesn’t like you back.”

You nodded knowing he was right, “it’s easy said then done Lee Know. Especially when he’s my best friend.”

“It’s better to just tell him then let it eat you up. I know any man is a fool to pass you up.” He took one last drag on the cigarette before letting it fall to the ground and stamping it out

You sighed and watched as he walked back inside, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You walked back into the building, the sound of laughing filled the building and Chan smiled walking up to you.

“Hey there you are.” He said

“Can we go home?” You asked

His smile faded, “Yeah, are you okay?”

You nodded, “yeah I’m just tired.”

Chan dropped you off at your house and for the next couple of days, you tried to ignore Chan. Pushing your feelings down and him away, it worked but Lee Know’s words were in the back of your mind ‘it’s better to just tell him then let it eat you up’. You knew he was right so you found yourself in front of his door.

Chan quickly opened up his door smiling at you and inviting you in as he said, “I was just about to come over to your place.”

You sat down on his couch fidgeting with your hands, “Chan I need to tell you something.”

“Me too, but you can go first.” He replied as you took a deep breath but as you opened your mouth nothing came out so you said, “why don’t you go first.”

Chan nodded, “okay, well you know my dream job that I applied for? Well I got it.”

“What! That’s amazing when did you hear?” You exclaimed forgetting about what you came here to say celebrating with your friend.

“About a couple days ago when you went out during the party. I was going to tell you but you wanted to go home. Anyways, the thing I wanted to tell you is that if I took it I’d have to move and I’d have to leave tomorrow.” Chan’s voice went soft at the last part

You let out a soft ‘oh’ as Chan nodded but his posture perked up.

“I wanted to ask you if you would come with me-I’ve done research and found a apartment that would be perfect for the two of us, it’s a nice city, and you would have to quit your job but I bet we could find you a better job. So what do you say Y/n?”

You sat there for a second stunned about what you were just hearing, it would be perfect if you weren’t in the predicament of liking your best friend who never liked you back.

“You want me to quit my job and leave my life behind by tomorrow to move to a different city where I know no one and have no family or a job?” You asked slowly and he nodded. “I bet there’s jobs you’d like there and even if you couldn’t, I make enough money to support both of us.”

You chuckled a bit before saying, “no.”

“No? Why no?” Chan asked confused he was sure you would say yes

“Because Chan.” You said and got off the couch trying to walk away

“Because why? Tell me Y/n?” He grabbed your arm now he wasn’t letting you leave

“Because I love you Chan, it’s so blindly obvious but you don’t see it. I’ve loved you for years and have given you everything of me but I can’t do that anymore and not get anything in return. I’ve never told you and never left you because I’ve always told myself that maybe you confess or ask me out tomorrow and then tomorrow comes and you haven’t so I keep telling myself that tomorrow with be the day and there could be something there between us. I have been doing that for years Chan, I’ve made it as obvious as I can and I’ve been torturing myself that way so I know you don’t share my feelings and I’m okay with that but I cannot live in this lie anymore so I wish you luck with your new life. Goodbye Chan.”

You finished and pulled from Chan, walking to the door leaving your best friend alone. Tears streamed down your face as you got into your car and drove away.

You knew what Chan was talking about when he said about regretting something for the rest of his life, you regretted staying up late for Chan, regretted clearing plans you had made to be with Chan, regretted loving Chan so deeply when he barely requited your feelings, just regretted torturing yourself for years over a boy who didn’t love you back.

Chan barely slept that night, packing for tomorrow as well as your words kept him up. He tossed and turned but finally the sun came crashing in and Chan got up and started his routine.

Get up, text you good morning….scratch that one off, take a shower, wash face, brush teeth and hair, get dressed, meet you to get coffee I’ll just forget that one. Screw it! I’ll just stay home until I have to leave and so that’s Chan did. Some people came over to say goodbye to Chan and he texted the others who didn’t come over until he had said goodbye to everybody important….but you. Chan wanted to call you but he was scared so he left without telling you goodbye.

Chan sat in the station, lonely. He was never expecting to come here alone and just like him, you sat lonely in your house trying to get use to the silence that would now always be here. Chan hated this, not being able to talk to his best friend and everything reminded him of you.

“Chan you should totally win me that stuffed koala.” Chan remembered you begging him

“I got these balloons and these flowers for you because they’re your favorite color.” Chan remember giving them to you watching as a huge smile covered your face

A sad smile ran over his face at the memories but faded as quickly as it came. Just behind him were two kids, a boy and a girl, giggling as they ran the boy ran farther ahead.

“Wait for me!” The girl called

“Wait! Chan don’t leave me.” A young you yelled and stopped as tears came to your eyes

A young Chan stopped, his smile fell as he looked at you behind him. Quickly Chan ran back to you.

“Don’t leave me.” You cried again sniffling and wiping your face

“I’m not going to leave you, I’ll always be here.” Chan comforted you

“Forever?” Your crying lessened as you looked up at the boy

Chan nodded, “forever.”

“Last call for boarding!” The announcer called

Chan got up holding onto his bag and boarded onto the train. He sat down and sighed, getting ready for a long ride ahead putting in his earphones as he looked out the window watching a teen couple laugh and the girl rested her head on his shoulder just as a certain song came on.

“I can’t believe she dumped you right before the dance. That’s just low.” You shook your head as Chan told you a story. “Well good thing you have me.”

Chan laughed as he led you into the gym where the dance was being held. The sound of music blared in the gym and couples littered the floor as they danced. You pulled him over to the drinks hand one to Chan, they talked for a bit before you disappeared onto the dance floor dancing to a upbeat song.

Chan watched his best friend until a slower song started and everyone paired up. He slowly moved to you holding out his hand, “may I have this dance?” He asked as you giggled and took his hand

Chan pulled you closer and started dancing, his eyes locked on you not being able to look away.

“Y/n I have to tell you something.” Chan whispered

“Hmm?” You hummed smiling

“We’ve been friends forever and I always want to be there with you b-b-but t-that not what I-I have to say. Y/n I-“ just then the song stopped and two other people walked up to you and Chan

You hugging them as Chan was left standing there with two words left on his tongue.

“I love you Chan—“ you voice rang out yelling those words at him. “I know you don’t share my feelings and I’m okay with that but I cannot live in this lie anymore”

“That’s not true.” Chan whispered. “I love you.”

Chan jumped up out of his seat, grabbing his stuff and racing off the train before it could pull out of the station. You sat on your couch, alone and miserable not knowing who to talk to.

“It hurts.” You mumbled to yourself. “I feel empty and so lonely.”

The soft ticking of your clock was the only company until there was a rapid knocking on your door. Your eyebrows furrowed as you got up and walked to your door, opening it up you saw the last person you wanted to see.

“Chan?” You asked. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be on your train?”

Chan stood in front of you, he dropped his bag and gulped. “Yeah I am, sorry I’m out of breath I ran all the way here from the train station.”

“That’s 13 blocks away!” You exclaimed

Chan nodded, “I know but I had to tell you something. I’ve felt this way for a while and today almost leaving made me realize that I don’t want to lose you. Y/n, I love you.”

A smile covered your shocked face as you nodded, “I love you too.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Chan asked smiling

“Yes.” You answered as Chan cheered and pulled you closer hugging you tightly

When he pulled away Chan spoke again, “my adrenaline is pumping through my veins and I really want to kiss you, can I kiss you?”

You nodded and giggled before Chan cupped your cheeks and leaned forward pressing his lips against yours. There was something there between you and Chan, it just took both you and him a little bit to realize.

#skz angst #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz x reader #skz fanfic #bang chan #bangchan imagines #bangchan x reader #bangchan fluff #bangchan fic #bangchan angst #bangchan fanfic

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pesttherat · 20 days

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For @archie-sunshine and that one sappy Dratchrod drawing.. dont laugh i dont.. i dont write smut... ever... (its not very serious, i enjoy using silly words)

♡Hi, anyone under 18 pls dont read- and if you do, pls dont interact with it- i cant control you, but I'd prefer if you didn't read it♡

Fic below

It had been a day like any other for Ratchet.. scolding idiotic knights, shooing off pesky preachers, even having someone try to explain how magic is better then non magical healing... so when Drift ran in, Rodimus in arms, panicking.. he was.. concerned... not for Rodimus really, more so Drift.

"Ratchet! Issues!" Drift called to the healer, biting his lip... Him and Rodimus had been out at a public function as normal, and before they knew it, some "kill the kings peasants shall rule" loser had come up and stabbed him!

"What it is now? Did he fall down the well again?" Ratchet gave a dry chuckle as joked about the many times Rodimus has fallen, but Drift hadn't laughed.. instead he just held Rodimus out to Ratchet. "He was bloody stabbed!" "Stabbed..? With what, let me see"

Ratchet could see the difference between how Rodimus typically looked when hurt and now... he was pale.. clamey... and his forehead was soaked in sweat, while his skin was colder then usual.. and Drift could only give a worried look..

"A serrated sword, the attacker has been arrested, but Rodimus is... worryingly still..." Drift shifted, while Ratchet pushed him out his work space, and began to prep his table.. getting out different herbs, cloths, medicines and liquids...

"Cursed? Poisoned?" He queried as he worked, seamlessly and gracefully... "not that i could tell... but that doesn't ease my worries... i failed to protect him!-" "eh, he was to cocky recently anyway."

Rodimus let out a small groan and whimper as his little armor, and shirt was removed... Ratchets eyes widened slightly, and he put a hand over the wound, as he grabbed a wet cloth, and forced himself to remember a good disinfectant spell.. no way this thing wasn't infected already.. so he'd be forced to use magic to clean it..

"What the frag.. Drift warm up a cloth by the fire, and soak this one in cold water... " he handed Drift two rags, and used a few small clumps of sheep wool like cotten balls, as he dipped them in various medical liquids, then applied them to the wound

"Ahhh.. mmhm..." Rodimus hissed and groaned.. while Ratchet gave him a soft "shhh"... "is it bad Ratchet..?" "It aint pretty.. he's gunna be on bed rest for a while.."

◇{~ Time skip bc IDK what to put between here and the next part ~}◇

Rodimus... lets just say this was a close call, and he now has a cool scar on his abdomen... he woke up with terrible aches and a groan.. his vision clearing he could see the dim light of a lantern lit up the room, and two familiar blobs were beside him, one gently rubbing his cheek, while the other had a firm hand on his side...

"Easy hot shot.. dont move to much.." the larger blob spoke, and he immediately recognized it as Ratchet.. and before long he heard the second blob pipe up as well... " stay down please.. we got you..." obviously that one was Drift.. he could see the familiar horns...

He must have been out for days.. his body was stiff.. and he felt.. he hated to admit it.. but stupidly pent up, and hot... which his lovers could quickly tell... "Rodimus.. are you... uhm.. just happy to see us..?" Rodimus looked at his lower abdomen, and his cheeks flushed.. as he realized Drift was looking at his pelvic area, where he had a massive fantasy boner-

"Kid, relax.. just try and sleep.." Ratchet sighed.. Rodimus nearly died.. he'd rather he wasn't getting horny and focusing on everything but recovering- "Ratchet.. i cant help it..! And you know I get pent up.." Rodimus voice trailed off to a low quiver as he got embarrassed.. but Drift was quick to pick it up..

"He.. did nearly... kick the bucket.. and we.. have been feeling a bit lost without him nagging us during our canodaling..." "Drift, no- dont encourage hi-" "*Big cough, big sad Victorian sick child cough*" Rodimus had a slight coughing fit, and Drift coulr only give Ratchet a look, before he moved himself gently over Rodimus, and began to puch his hair out his face...

Ratchet just groaned... they were like children.. but he did feel his heart strings get pulled when Rodimus practically nuzzled up to Drifts hand... and moved more to Rodimus' side.. gently rubbing his injury with a soft touch..

"Mmm..." Drift gently removed his lovers garments, and then his own.. still with a gentle touch, his fingers trailed Rodimus chest, and traced his tattoos and scars... whispering gentle words into his ears..

"Your doing so good.. you were so brave.." Ratchets hands began to move down Rodimus' body.. towards his thighs, he massaged the sore spots on his legs... hands moving up then.. gentle as they brushed Rodimus' soft lower lips... and he smiled softly as his lover quivered...

"Mm.. ahh.." "easy love.. let is treat you right.." Drifts turn.. he leaned down.. tail raised, and softly kissed Rodimus' top scars... kisses going up his chest as to his neck... and Rodimus was a softly moaning mess... his mind flooded with serotonin at the praise and gentle touches to his skin...

"Y'know Drift.. he's so pretty.. he's out handsome... strong boy... so masculine... and brave..." "R- Ratchet.. mmm~ y- you... your so nic-" Rodimus cut himself off with a moan as Ratchets fingers entered his sensitive clit.. and his hips moved slightly.. Ratchet taking gentle care to make sure Rodimus was leaking slightly before any sort of real sexual action happened..

"Your doing great... so good love... you ready to take me love..? I wont start till you give the ok... my manly man... si strong..." Rodimus smiled and nuzzled up to Drift... any sort of praise to his masculinity, and he was caught hook line and sinker...

"Please..? I- i need it.." Rodimus let out a nice, deep moan.. he didn't have to speak twice before Drift had carefully inserted himself into the smaller man.. and Ratchet was now up by his face.. relaxing his injured lover muscles and whispering sweet nothing in his ear..

"brave.. strong... taking us so well... such a man... so good to us.. our sweet king just let us take care of you... dont you lift a finger..." Drift was slowly moving in and out.. taking special notice when Rodimus was react in a pained or negative way.. and would be quick to fix himself accordingly..

Sadly, he could only last 20 minutes... his sigh libido being effected by his injury.. as he began to softly whine... "whats wrong love..? Does it still hurt?" Drift gently pulled out.. and was handed a damp towel by Ratchet. "Lets clean you up.. and we can lay for the rest of the day..."

And the trio did... after wiping eachother down... they layed together.. all naked, they cuddled in a big ol pile... Drift collected pillows and blankets.. while Ratchet kept Rodimus from getting sore... both kissing Rodimus all over, and rubbing his warm skin... staying like this till they all fell asleep...

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Thank you for reading! As i said, I've never written smut- so- hope its decent!

-Pesty Pest

#transformers #one shot #Pest writes #Smut #18+ only #please dont read if minor-#knightformers #Archie Sunshines AU #MTMTE #pest has no shame

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blasphemous-lies-and-deceit · 6 months

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if touch prompts are open: spooning with whichever tma ship you're feeling at the moment please?

This got a little angsty

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"I don't like this place."

Michael's voice was as unexpected as his arms sliding around Gerry's middle, and his tall frame pressing against his back. Gerry screwed his eyes closed, a tiny piece of him regretting getting involved with one of the best Assistants the Magnus Institute had ever had. How else could Michael have found him?

"Why are you here?" he asked dully.

"Because you're here," Michael answered, tucking his face into Gerry's dark hair. "Where else would I be?" One of his hands found Gerry's, fingers squeezing his. "Why are you here?"

"This is where I go when I feel like shit," Gerry admitted, feeling like his chest was cracking open with each word. "I spent so much of my life feeling like shit in this place, so..." he trailed off, hoping Michael could understand. Misery felt more familiar in his childhood bed.

Michael hummed, his legs sliding up on the dusty bedcovers and pushing Gerry's up with them. Usually it was Gerry clinging to his back, as Michael slept deeply in an impossibly tight curl. But now it was Michael closing in around him, surrounding him completely in his embrace, and the dark horrible thoughts in Gerry's head were almost drowned out by the feeling. "Do you know why you're feeling that way?"

"Because everything in my life besides you is pretty much awful." Gerry sucked in a deep breath, his chest feeling heavy and tight. "I never know what I'm doing, or if I'm missing something I'm supposed to be doing, and I have no idea how to do what I am supposed to do. I have so many questions but I don't know who to ask."

He knew...these were the things his parents were supposed to teach him. Like how to do taxes, and take care of himself, and how to be a proper person instead of a broken brittle shell. Someone who would be a worthy partner for the incredibly understanding man who was still pressed to his back and holding him tight. There was so much, too much, and he had no one to help him, and even if he did he couldn't be a burden on them anyway.

Especially not Michael.

Michael sighed. "I understand that," he agreed. "It can all be very...overwhelming." The hand pressed to his middle stroked a calm slow pattern, up and down. It was probably the best hug of Gerry's life, if only he were in the mood to appreciate it.

Gerry could have hardly imagined, in all those awful years of trying to sleep under his mother's roof, that there could ever be a boy in his bed with him, much less one like Michael. He could never have imagined anyone willingly following him into his personal hell of Pinhole Books and not immediately being scared off. It felt like such an indulgent fantasy, but it was real.

He could almost sense Michael studying his room, taking in the posters and art on the walls. The mural Gerry had added to on his worst days, when he felt similar to how he currently was, and had no other outlet. It practically dripped with his pain.

"I know you said this is where you go when you...feel bad, but can we go back to mine? Please?" Michael accompanied his request with a deep squeeze. "I can take care of you there. You might not be so miserable there too."

Gerry almost refused on instinct. He was no good company when he felt this way. And yet, if the situation was reversed, he knew he'd bend over backwards to make Michael feel better. He'd light himself on fire for Michael if he needed brightness in his life. And it seemed that somehow, impossibly, Michael felt the same way, for him. That was one of those things that...couples did. Support each other. Work things through. Stick around. Gerry knew all of that, but applying it to himself was...difficult.

"Yes," he quietly agreed, and felt Michael sigh with relief. Michael sat up and pulled him up with him, his gentle hand cupping Gerry's chin to tilt his head back so they were eye to eye. Michael looked so worried, but still so lovely as he kissed Gerry's temple.

"It's going to be okay," Michael promised, his breath brushing over Gerry's skin. "We'll get through this. I'll help you however I can. Just..." he gave Gerry another comforting squeeze around the middle. "Come home with me now. Please."

God.

"Okay," Gerry agreed weakly, his chest feeling thick with complicated emotions. Michael's words didn't solve anything, not really, but they did make him feel a little lighter, just a bit. Enough to make him believe everything would be okay.

#gerrymichael #doorkeay #michael shelley #gerry keay #thanks for the prompt lovely anon

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throttlegainwell · 8 months

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You know, this is low-hanging fruit, but one of the things that was really interesting to me about the Barry finale was that in the dramatization of his story, they made a point to make him a renegade, an individual who thinks for himself and won't relinquish his autonomy. They put a tagline in his mouth that would be guaranteed to make it into any big-budget action trailer and play well with the hyper-individualist macho crowd that would watch this film from inside their bunkers--something like "I don't feel like following orders anymore"--but that is the absolute antithesis of Barry's entire being.

His whole sense of self is distorted around his need to follow orders and his desperation to not have to think for himself; when he starts to try to think for himself, it goes terribly almost every time and he digs himself deeper and deeper, making terrible decision after terrible decision until he can't come back from them anymore, if he ever could. Because he's never known how. He never learned. And that was never a problem within the trajectory of his life--in fact, it was preferable.

Barry sees himself as some kind of empty shell, and so does Fuches for a long time; it's convenient for Fuches and just a hollow truth for Barry that he doesn't give much thought. He's numb. He's tired. But you're not left with the impression that this is a new state of being for him--he's been a vessel for so long that he doesn't necessarily even feel the slide into major depression that follows his discharge. That's why he did so well in a rigid, hierarchical organization where independent thought is discouraged.

Anyway, it's just an interesting contrast. One of the most reinforced aspects of his character is his lack of self-direction and autonomy--either that he has none or that he doesn't know what to do with what little he has and so does nothing with it--but that doesn't play into the marketable fantasy that they're exploiting in-universe and satirizing IRL, and in fact it's inconceivable to the people writing the film because, to them, it makes him weak and discomfiting. They don't really know Barry; no one talked to him. It's based on hearsay and what they imagine that situation to be like. And one of the things they imagine is that of course this proud soldier would chafe against authority--that's what they would do, that's what their audience wants to believe they would do. It's what they do in these movies; it's satisfying, popular, and drives the narrative more than a drone would.

It's romanticized in the same way that the violence is glorified. He's out for himself while simultaneously upholding an incompatible social ideal, and this dissonance doesn't trouble them (for obvious reasons--namely because the rules don't apply to them, but also because they, too, lack the critical thinking skills that Barry does. They believe in rules, but for other people; they believe in consequences, but for other people--like we see Barry demonstrating when he wants to do the right thing, but he convinces himself that he should get away with horrific deeds because he's special, because he means well).

Meanwhile, the demographic it's marketed toward probably leans, ironically, more authoritarian, while unironically harboring this power fantasy that Barry stands in direct contrast to. He's reliably obedient. He doesn't question authority, for a long time. He doesn't think critically, only strategically and usually only in service of someone else's goals. And that's about the long and short of the demographic who would be really into the film. But Barry wants to believe that he's more than that--he grows to believe this, dissatisfied and trying to break free--and so does the audience.

And so Barry, who always did what he was told and wanted to be led by the hand through life for as long as he could and who was so profoundly lost for so long, is immortalized as an independent, self-actualized, decisive person overflowing with ambition and initiative--someone who forges his own path and knows what he's searching for. He's an otherwise self-reliant guy who's lost his way, not a guy forcibly ejected from his comfortable niche and struggling to be a person outside of it.

#barry spoilers #barry hbo spoilers #barry hbo #barry berkman #barry hbo meta #not even touching the irony of barry wanting to break into the acting business #and having his life turned into a film #that one's too obvious even for me to poke at

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ctheathy · 2 months

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Yandere Eepop the Performer NSFW Headcanons

Eepop x Reader

Yandere+NSFW Headcanons

Short Concept

Author's note: I personally interpret Eepop as a male. But I am always willing to write for those who'd see her as a girl instead ;)) Just don't forget to mention which gender you'd think is more fitting if you wanna request for Eepop <3

Eepop/Reader [Romantic Tendencies]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Both reader+character are of legal age or aged-up for obvious reasons in this post!

These are smut headcanons, read at own risk. dom!Reader+sub!Eepop • You're basically gonna step on him LOL • Masochism on top of some more masochism • Obsession • Another sadism streak Reader • Poor mental state • Punishment • Harassment • Sexual fantasies • Dirty talk • Onomadek's abuse mentioned • Degradation • Climax mentioned •

I believe it's quite easy to say that Eepop is a rather submissive and meek person to be around. Even as a yandere with his nasty mentality, he would still be obedient to what you tell him ... probably even more so. Cause unlike usually being fearful of being hurt, in this state Eepop relishes in his pain. Years upon years of Onomadek's physical abuse, torturous abilities on the mental state and hostile behaviour having affected Eepop greatly in the head. You could literally make him bow down with the snap of a finger and that's not even all of it. You could walk all over him and he would absolutely love being under your heel. You could treat him like a personal footstool and he would still ask for more. You'd definitely have Eepop as a masochist because he’ll be craving the idea of being physically dominated and hurt. If you were to step on a tiny insect next to him, it wouldn't take long for his body to react. Getting so shaky and aroused that he’d be seconds away from begging you to step on him too.

Oh, when this man proposes the idea, you should absolutely take your chance and do it too. I suggest you try remaining partly gentle about it though, as we're not necessarily here to cause any physical harm. But as long as you keep a high posture, basically threatening him with the sharp heel of your footgear, he’d be completely at your mercy in that situation. He would try to resist himself for a bit, try to ignore how turned on he is by you, try to ignore how much he wants you to continue. But eventually his breath would start becoming erratic, eyes half lid as he whimpers out your name while squirming.

But as soon as you brought the heels out he would probably be trembling all over, trying to plead with you to be gentler with him and not get his hopes up and then crush them. Like you would just constantly be walking around him, keeping him on edge by coming dangerously close to stepping on him but never actually doing it. And the sharp tip wouldn't even dig into him, but instead pinched in between his thighs as it's pressing his crotch. Which is treatment Eepop would go absolutely wild over. A person that can dominate him in every aspect but in such an oddly gentle way? A person that squeezes his crotch but doesn’t dig their heel into his flesh? Eepop's mind would be utterly filled with the most erotic and sweet thoughts about you. And the fact that you couldn't even bother to look at him would make it even worse. You would have the capability to absolutely stomp down on him, but you may also actively just choose not to.

There would definitely be better options instead, like teasingly dragging your footwear across his face, tracing his jawline before sliding them down his body. Squeezing his rump as you apply the pressure to his hips, looking down at him with such an unimpressed gaze. Dragging your foot down his side like it’s nothing, your heel poking his skin like pins in a balloon. You’d be able to hear a high-pitched yelp every time you moved it along his skin, his tail flinching and becoming stiff as it happens. And he would likely just freeze in place, not knowing what to do or knowing whether he could move or not, trying to act like it didn't sting a little bit.

I honestly cannot even imagine you putting your heel against his throat or near it and NOT having him be completely terrified and start frantically pleading with you like you hold his life in your hands. He would definitely be in shambles after a session like that, with the worst part being that he embarrassingly craves more of it. He would be pouring with desire, he would want nothing more than to please you. He would probably have to be force-fed water or he would dehydrate from how much he would be salivating. You would be able to do whatever you wanted with him like this and he would be a complete mess.

You should have absolutely zero shame with this boy. You could toy with his feelings and fantasies like a master, being the reason why his mind starts to fall apart like a house of cards. Holding even less respect for him if he were to fall onto his knees and moan for you to take advantage of his mind and body, at the verge of completely begging for you to do what you want with him and use him as a puppet. And I wouldn't even be surprised if you pushed him that far that he ends up releasing before the ordeal is even done, the white strings that squirt out of his body now ruining your footgear ...which would likely, understandably make you scoff in disgust. Your flirting turning more passive aggressive.

“You would've preferred to empty your load inside of me instead, didn't you..~?”

“You'd much rather prefer your meat to be buried deep within me and your sticky semen being shot and squirt into me like you were trying to overload me with your mark, wouldn't you?”

“I'm betting you would want to fill me up with your seed. ...Gross.”

A moment where you'd really just be playing along and feeding into those fantasies. Where in return his junk would keep twitching in excitement by just hearing it. Any sense of sanity draining from his face the longer you keep it up, as his tail begins to sway excitedly at this treatment. I can absolutely imagine his body having a similar reaction too, like his hips twitch up involuntarily, his breath shivers and quivers every time you even say something. His whole body spasming every now and again when you do this and you laugh and mock him for it. You'd be able to get him all kinds of riled up in the most suggestive ways possible. Just the mere thought of him hearing the things that you'd say to him and his body is just absolutely tingling with raw excitement and arousal.

Where in response you could be behaving so bipolar that you'd go from treating him like an angel and telling him “good boy” to looking down at his whimpering puppy-like face and calling him a filthy dog. But it's getting to a point where you're not even wrong for doing that, he is the filthiest boy of them all. He's so out of control that he deserves to be put down and punished. And this is when he'll start getting into the dirty names. I could easily imagine Eepop's body being sent into a state of pure primal hunger. You're playing with his fantasies and desires, teasing him with those sweet words and making his mouth water for more. I’d bet that at some point he’d be trying to keep his mouth closed to prevent any saliva from dribbling out and down his chin, but his breathing would become more and more shallow as you continued to tease him.

His poor, poor eyes would roll back so much that he would be able to see the inside of his skull. It would be so much for him to handle that he would immediately become completely overwhelmed, turning into this twitching, drooling mess of a boy that's desperate for you to keep giving anything to him. It would be the biggest test to his willpower ever and he wouldn’t survive it. He would simply give in and beg the entire time.

Where he'd honestly just have a whole mental breakdown at that point. He’d fall to his knees and plead with you with tears in his eyes. Eepop would be at a low point like he’s never been in his entire life, he would be the most submissive and pathetic person in existence and he would absolutely want you to have so much power over him. He’d be nothing but “give me more of yourself, I want you to own me. I want you to make me yours. please... please…” and doing anything in order to get it. He’s so weak and susceptible and you'd know exactly what you're doing to him. All your little comments and questions of degradation, the way you hold and present yourself, your voice, your body, your lips...

EVERYTHING is a form of control for him.

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