Thinking about the way noir and Hobie were most likely treated because of how they look and being severely underestimated because of it.
Hobie looks and acts like a punk. He is just unserious enough to not be taken seriously. The dude is smart enough to recreate a dimension jumping watch from scraps, that people WATCH him steal and go “ugh sorry about that, he’s always like that”. And they treat him like an instigative child. Meanwhile this man is staging an interdimensional coup and is essentially a rebel freedom fighter in his own world. He is incredibly strategic and a genius while also being kind and sticking to his guns. And as a reminder, without knowing Miles or how his powers worked for even two minutes he was able to accurately help him improve his abilities! Man is observant and a quick thinker! But he’s quiet about it!
Noir dresses and sounds like an ‘oldtimer’ bc he’s from the 1930s. People probably went “ah yes grandpa” with the assumption of a mild mannered, old, and jaded private eye. Probably thought of as behind the times and not as intelligent because of lack of experience with technology. But overall first impression was of a sensible hardworking guy, and at worst melodramatic. In reality, dude is more than mildly neurotic, has severe anger issues, and prone to getting into fights. A raised socialist activist, who has very little to lose, and has canonically burned down the Statue of Liberty, shockingly he is a bit of a wildcard. And more than likely got kicked off/quit the ‘elite strike force’ for those reasons. But he’s also resourceful, smart, and quick to adapt.
Both of these characters are going to be a force to be reckoned with when they get together. Very much house on fire that burns down the entire neighborhood type relationship. I’m very excited.
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Werewolf Stalker (pt.1)
He waits till you're dripping wet from your shower and drying off before he startles you.You are pushed onto your bed with a big clawed hand covering your mouth and another pinning your navel to the bed. You stare at deranged,lust fillled, inhuman golden eyes. A muscled fur covered frame, a maw lined with sharp teeth and big canines. "A werewolf !!??" You thought unbelievably. You try to move and scream but he has you trapped and terrified underneath him.He then lowers his head and wedges his open jaws between your legs and gets inches away from your bare folds.His cold nose brushes against your bundle of nerves and you yelp out in shock behind his clawed hand. The contrast of his cold nose against your cl*t sent your heart racing in a completely different way.He looks up from between your legs with curiosity and slowly passes his textured tongue over your bud . He watched your eyes widen and another more throaty sound came from you that was suppressed by his paw.He grins from between your legs and laps at you again.He starts a slow pace of pressured tongue circles on your bud while slowly removing his paw from your mouth. He wanted to hear your moans that were now slowly coming out. You've lost it completely now, you thought . His sharp fanged jaw was completely encasing your womanhood and instead of screaming out in terror or for help your were moaning like a bitch in heat from the pleasure.
You've touched yourself, sure, but this was so much better than fingers that barely reached where you needed them. Or the vibrator that gives out on you right when you needed it the most.His tongue had soft yet firm ridges that drove you mad. It kept going in circles directly on your clit, and you went over the edge just as he pushed harder with his tongue. You cried out , gushing into his already open maw. He laps up your cream , starting from the outside of your lips till he drives his long tongue home. He hits your gspot hard and keeps it there, flicking the tip of his tongue over it. He did this continuously, making your already sensitive pussy drench his tongue a second time that night. He kept his face exactly where he wanted it. Your cream, your cries of ecstasy, they were a drug he didn't know how to kick.He brought you orgasm after orgasm till you finally succumbed to exhaustion. The last thing your deranged mind thought of was how good he would feel inside of you. Unknowing to you , your new friend laid down beside you and watched you sleep. He would wait until you wake up so he could prep you for his girth again. He would just have to make sure you didn't pass out this time ;)
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tbh I really think that andrew and Neil both would give up smoking by the time they graduate. I think it’d possibly be in a deal with kevin to encourage him to calm down on his drinking, and for Neil he just finds he is getting over his mother and doesn’t want that reminder of her anymore. as for andrew, as he heals more he realizes that it just. doesn’t feel great.
his reasoning for smoking is probably pretty similar to the rooftop. it’s to feel something, and as he replaces needing adrenaline/drugs/etc with more positive things (spending time with his family, being with Neil, picking up more hobbies), he’d just find he doesn’t want it anymore.
as he gains the desire to heal more, he also wants to live longer. he wants to be with Neil as long as possible, he wants to be alive long enough to see Aaron’s kids grow up (should he decide to), he wants to see kevin and Neil get to live long enough that they retire from Exy and live a normal, peaceful life. he won’t say it, but that is part of his reasoning. he can’t keep smoking and expect to see the lives of the people he cares about
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It would be cool having a monster partner who has wool that needs to be trimmed every year and they let you use their wool to make yarn with. They would be so happy if you made them stuff in their wool. They would be even more happy if you wore the things made from their wool. You would look so cute in their wool, a bonus that it still smells like them, a small way to claim you showing strangers you belong to them.
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Chaggie Kid(age 17): Uncle Angel, I'm being bullied.
Angel: Tell them I slept with their dad. They'll never speak to you again.
Chaggie Kid: Di-Did you?
Angel, shrugging: Probably not, but they don't gotta know that.
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"secco did not love cioccolata back, he was just pretending to be his pet for money" factoid actually incorrect. shippers georg, who saw secco's rage as a way to cope with the sudden death of his partner, is allowed to have their own interpretation of canon, and their interpretation is just as valid as yours.
"seccolata shippers putting them in meaningful/sad/romantic scenarios is funny" again, shippers georg is allowed to do whatever they want to because there is no one true way to interpret their relationship. you can see them as secco pretending to be his pet and i can see them as loyal to each other and both interpretations are totally okay!
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so is it a shocker that ao3 is not the progressive, open, safe website it's seen as? are you not connecting the dots with the website allowing racist fics (including raceplay/race fetish content because that IS racism as fetishization contributes to dehumanization, and dehumanization is a huge part of racism)—meaning they very much support the dehumanization of poc, content and behavior contributing to their harm—and ao3 being run by zionists—people who support the dehumanization of poc, content and behavior contributing to their harm?
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Werewolf Stalker (pt.2)
You wake up hours later to something soft covering your body. You slowly blink open your eyes to see golden ones staring back at you. You suddenly remember all the orgasms he brought out of you with his devilish tongue. Bringing you to the highest peak over and over again, all while watching you with feral hunger. He played with your pussy so good you passed out.You clench your thighs together involuntary at the memory. It sent a shock strait to your tender clit making you cry out and seize up in pleasurable pain.You quickly shift your thighs back apart to get some relief, but it's already too late.
He watched your little show and knows just how sensitive you are from him. His arm that was wrapped around you in your sleep, keeping you warm, pulls you even closer against him. He is now inches away from your face, his breath tickling you as he breaths. Then his mouth splits open into a wolf ish grin with all his sharp teeth out on display and growls into your ear " Don't black out on me this time doll, I need to feel your cunt squeezing around me.I want to see you fall apart all over again. I need to see your tears again, all for my cock this time. Think you can do that for me? "
Hearing his vulgar words in that deep growl, you inhale . You hold your breath for a couple beats longer , closing your eyes to think. He hasn't killed you and hasn't even as much as scraped you with those sharp claws of his. You exhale, slowly opening your eyes and building up the courage to pull away slightly and look down.The heavy weight that's been pressed against your stomach stands tall under your gaze.
His shaft was a dark red , with lighter colored veins running along it.The head of his cock was wide and slightly tapered with pre oozing out. Below the head, he got wider and girthier, leading down to his knot that somehow got bigger the longer you stared at it. He was massive compared to the human men you've been with. His whole lower half was throbbing visibly. Just waiting and begging to be touched. Your core throbbed deliciously at the sight, needing to feel him streching you open like he wanted. Even with his wide and larger size you knew you could take him with some prep.
You dragged your eyes back up to see his golden ones reading you like a book. He inhales sharply through his nose and lets out a carnal growl.He smells your want and is barely restraining himself. He could have taken you after you passed out earlier. He could have used you, and you'd have been none the wiser when you woke. But he wanted you to need him too, you realized. Wanted you to want him as badly as he wanted you. He had watched and waited for you like a predator would prey. Waited for the right time to pounce and had taken it. He pleasured you first and made sure you were brought to completion before you even saw his massive cock.You finally throw caution to the wind. You dont care about how fucked up your mind was for thinking that this was one of the most sweet yet , corrupt things anyone has ever done for you.
Making up your mind, you finally respond to him with a sensuous whisper.
" Yes...please...... ruin me. "
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