#idk it feels like something that shouldn’t bother me but kind of does
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004. ༺BUT WITH EASE༻∘
a/n: OH MY GOD i feel so awkward abt this chapter lmaooo...probably gonna delete later. probably offensive.
summary: after getting unexpectedly left by your roommate, you find yourself in need of a replacement.
contents: reader is (still) down bad. paige pining after an ex situationship. kinda angsty. smut (oh lord).
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paige was being weird. and maybe you didn’t know her well enough to decipher that with certainty but you just knew. she didn’t knock on your door to beg for some of your snacks or inform you she was going to shower or to ask if you wanted to watch a movie with her anymore. she didn’t tell you goodmorning or goodnight…she didn’t tell you much of anything, really. in other words, paige was being fucking weird.
it probably definitely shouldn’t bother you. after all, she’s your roommate and she has that thing with olivia. but it’s fucking killing you. slowly, from the inside out.
TO: SEAN
i think my roommate hates me idk
FROM: SEAN
The sexy roommate that you want so bad?
TO: SEAN
SHUT UP
her name is paige
FROM: SEAN
I know
The basketball player
Why does Paige hate us?
TO: SEAN
idfk
she’s just being weird
FROM: SEAN
Maybe you’re being weird…
Always staring at her and shit
She’s probably terrified for her life😬
TO: SEAN
u r a really bad person
FROM: SEAN
Remind me why you can’t just flirt with her again?
TO: SEAN
cause she’s dating someone
kind of
they’re weird
FROM: SEAN
So they’re weird
She’s weird
But you still want her?
TO: SEAN
real bad
FROM: SEAN
Oh lord
How serious is she with the girl she’s dating(?)?
you start to type a message back and then you see her.
in a sports bra and shorts.
damn.
you try not to stare at her perfectly lean stomach or her toned legs or her back or –– you’re staring. the moment you realize it you’re looking down at your blanket, pulling at the loose strings.
should you say something? would it be awkward to say something…? it’s awkward saying nothing though. before you had enough time to change your mind you cleared your throat and whispered. “hey…”
if the house wasn’t so silent she might not have even heard you.
“hi.” she muttered in response, back and shoulders tensing, doing nothing to soothe your nerves.
weird. weird. weird.
“um, i’m watching a movie…” you clear your throat, trying not to be obviously nervous. “do you wanna watch?”
paige turns around, sighing and shoulders relaxing. “why not?” she shuffles over next to you, plopping down on the couch. she smells fucking good. she sits close enough so that your arms and legs are touching, she doesn’t move for distance and neither do you.
you look over at her, noticing the way her eyes are glued to the screen. “are…are you okay?”
“i’m fine.”
“you sure? cause you’ve been acting off the past week…”
“it’s nothing…” she dismisses again. this time, you don’t push for more information, deciding that no matter how unbelievable they may be, you’d take her words at face value.
you nod and the two of you watch the movie in silence for about twenty more minutes before paige asks a question that makes you heart stop beating for a moment.
“how many girls have you been with?”
you immediately look over at her only to find her eyes trained directly on you. your eyes flutter a few times, as if trying to blink away the question. “...what?”
“sorry…that’s probably inappropriate to ask but i guess i’m just curious.” she looks ashamed and turns back over to watch the movie as her face turns red.
“five.” you mumble after a few seconds.
she looks at you again, silently. you feel like all the breath is getting sucked out of your lungs a little more every second she doesn’t say anything.
“olivia ended things with me. for real this time.” paige whispers like it’s a secret only meant for you to hear. you aren’t exactly sure why she’s telling you this…and you definitely aren’t sure why that makes you feel a bit giddy.
“oh…i’m ––– ” ecstatic. “sorry. that must suck. i know you said you didn’t love her but i’m sure you care about her deeply regardless.”
“i did.” past tense. eye contact. that slow, sultry voice. you feel like you’re drowning in her.
you remain silent, not sure of why her words bring you so much pause.
“you wanna know why she ended things with me?” she moved fucking closer. her hand brushing up against your thigh and that causes the rational part of your brain –– the part that would tell you things like ‘no it’s too soon’, ‘she just ended things with olivia’, and ‘this isn’t how you wanted this to happen’ –– to shut off completely, only leaving you shuttering and nodding.
“cause she thinks i’m attracted to you.”
oh.
paige slowly trails her hand down to rest on your knee and you’ve never felt so stiff. “she isn’t wrong.”
there she goes with that warm, tempting and inviting voice again. before you even have time to react, she kisses you. you go from surprised to melting within seconds. it’s so natural pathetic how quickly you open your lips so her tongue can sweep in and steal what small fraction of sanity you had left. you couldn’t help it –– you actually moaned into her mouth as one of her hands slid down your body, gripping your waist just enough to pull you to her. both your hands come up and grab onto her shoulders so that you don’t sag to the ground from the pure intensity of it all. this is not the kiss you wanted…but you’ve pined after her for long enough that you forget to care. that’s a problem for future you.
she pushed you down, separating her lips from yours so that she could position herself above you. you stretched your thighs to make room for her. you blink and clear you throat. “wait…wait –– ”
she immediately pulls away and stares at you.
“this isn’t a good idea…you just got out of a relationship.”
“it wasn’t technically a relationship.”
paige mutters defensively and you have to physically restrain your eyes from rolling. “you know what i mean.”
“i want you.” she whispers, leaning back into you, hovering her lips over yours and it’s pure temptation. “i’ve wanted you ever since i moved in here…now i don’t have to feel guilty about it…”
“i know you want me too. i’ve seen how you stare at me…just let me have you.” she practically whimpers and you shudder. “it won’t change anything…”
you can’t help but think of all the reasons why saying yes would be a bad idea…you think of every bad reason and then some and ignore them all. “okay…”
she smirked, wasting no time to rid you of your shirt, sucking in a deep breath when she sees you’re not wearing a bra. for a moment…she just stared. it made you feel awkward enough that you reached up to cover your face, she immediately pulled your hands away from your face, giving you a stern look.
“don’t do that.” she huffs. “lemme see you.”
when you nod, she cups your tits and kisses you again. when you tug at your pants, tossing them somewhere to the floor, she pulls back to stare at you again.
“you’re so beautiful…” she whispers softly, she trails her hand down to your underwear, groaning at how soft and warm and wet you were. she reaches her hand inside and you gasp at the feeling of her fingers brushing against you. your whole body tenses.
she starts off so slow, so gentle. “harder. please.”
paige snickers at your politeness. “well, since you said please.” she teases and you roll your eyes.
“shut up––” your words are cut off by a moan when she applies more pressure to your clit.
she laughs again and smirks triumphantly. “you were saying?”
“you’re awful…” you moan. “i...hate you.”
“yeah? your body’s telling me something different, baby.” baby. you moan again. “look at how wet you are, how your legs are shaking…the way you’re moaning for me. you do all this for someone you hate?”
you don’t respond. you can’t. cause she’s speeding up, increasing the pressure. it’s not enough too much. “don’t stop.” and you’re so embarrassed at how quickly she’s gonna get there but you can’t do anything except keep moaning as orgasm washes over you.
she rides it out for you, slowly pulling her hand out of your pants as you try and catch your breath. afterwards you reach for her shorts and shimmy her out of them. this time, she freezes.
“you okay?” you pant, chest heaving from the afterglow. “is it too much?”
“no, no it’s not that it’s just –– i, uh…olivia didn’t really like to give, i guess?”
you look at her in disbelief. “wait…like, never?”
paige shakes her head and you bite you lip. “well that’s a fucking shame…you gonna let me rectify that?”
she swallows thickly and nods. you guide her to lay back, once her back is against the couch she lets you take off her underwear and she slowly spreads her legs. she’s so wet. it shocks you for a second.
“don’t start.” she rolls her eyes when you smirk up at her after you get a good look at the evidence of her arousal. “do i need to remind you how –– ”
you lick a long stripe from her entrance and she immediately stops talking. “oh, so that’s how i shut you up…” you tease but she’s too distracted to respond.
you continue your movement, only stopping to suck her clit which causes her to shift away from your mouth on reflex but you’re persistent, keeping your mouth on her despite all your movements.
she’s moaning, a mixture of your name and pleas and the sounds she makes are addicting. you don’t stop until she’s trembling, physically pulling you away. you lick your lips and she shuts her eyes, trying to catch her breath.
“come here…” paige whispers and you obey immediately, she kisses you –– sloppy and tired and then she wraps her arms around your frame.
she’s so warm and intoxicating, and you try not to let yourself think of the consequences this would have. Especially not when she falls asleep clinging onto you. you allow your eyes to shut with a silent, daunting acknowledgement…this would change everything.
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Anonymous: Idk if you've done this before but how would like the re8 woman react to period sex or menstrual sex because I somehow think that the dimitrescu's would be in for it (if you want to do it, if you don't or if it bothers you then it's okay 👀)
18+ Minors DNI
I only write gender-neutral reader, but I’m just going to write about the ladies having their period and head canons about that! Personally, I love period sex. I’ve definitely gotten very excited when past girlfriends were menstruating XD Let’s get into it!
Alcina:
Alcina is all for menstrual sex. She’s so sensitive like this. Every nerve ending is on fire as you satisfy her.
While the bleeding is an annoyance in daily life… It kind of evens out because of how much fun the two of you can have when she’s menstruating.
Sometimes, Alcina will call out for you to stop if she has a cramp, but usually that’s not an issue.
The feeling of being seen like this is so precious to Alcina. She wouldn’t do this with anybody else.
Donna:
Early on into your relationship, Donna would all but lock herself in her room for four days when she had her period. She’s just really embarrassed. (She shouldn’t be, but she can’t seem to tell her brain that.)
One morning, you both wake up at around the same time. Donna however, looks very uncomfortable as she sits up.
You ask what’s wrong and she bursts into tears. “I… I think I bled all over my side.” She weeps.
Once you realize that she’s not hurt, you hug her and reassure her. She’s so cute.
She… Eventually warms up to menstrual sex, but she needs a lot of encouragement.
Miranda:
Miranda is a scientist. There’s really no bodily function that grosses her out.
Talking about menstruation, though? People considered it taboo when she was growing up.
Miranda does her best to keep all information about her cycle to herself and won’t even tell you when she has her period.
But, you have ways to get her to talk about it… One day, she finds you laughing hysterically in the bathroom.
“What is-” Miranda stops abruptly when she sees… A tampon? Hanging out of your nose?
You play dumb. “What are these, Miranda?” You ask.
Miranda is thoroughly flustered. “Th-they’re tampons, Y/N! Give that to me at once!” She shrieks, ashamed. She pulls the string to get it out of your nose.
You grin. You just wanted to hear her say “Tampon” out loud. Miranda’s still not having period sex, though.
Bela:
I hc that Bela has horrible cramps. She is in no mood to get frisky with you, like this. However… The week before her period starts, she is ready to let you have at her. She’s so sensitive.
Bela sometimes forgets that her period is imminent (She’s got a lot of other stuff to worry about). One day, she wakes up covered in blood (But, not in the way she likes XD)
She is so embarrassed and holds her face in her hands. She cries softly.
You hear Bela stirring and you wake up. “Bela, what’s wrong?” You ask her.
“I… Forgot about my period! I bled everywhere!” She weeps.
Poor Bela. You get her cleaned up and the sheets changed before you snuggle up with her.
Bela is so grateful to have you.
Cassandra:
Cass is even more unhinged when she has her period. Her sexual appetite increases immediately.
The thought of you eating her out like this… Does something to her.
Cass does feel a little sluggish when it comes to her daily routine, though.
She also eats a few more maidens than usual too.
However, as much as Cass is all too eager to have sex like this, you better not bring up her period in general conversation. For some reason, it makes her very bashful. Even though… You two are literally doing the most intimate act and making her period a focal point.
She’s a hard woman to understand.
Dani:
Dani is all for menstrual sex. Hey, sharing is caring, you know?
She’s downright feral sometimes. Her body is craving release and you give it to her.
It’s cute when she begs for junk food. However, if she asks you to get her a snack, you better be quick about it. She’ll break down and cry. Not that this is particularly unusual outside of her period.
Dani loves how easily your fingers and tongue slide into her when she’s bleeding. It’s like natural lube.
If Dani accidentally bleeds on the bed as she sleeps, you immediately clean her up and change the sheets. You don’t want her to feel badly.
You just became even more hot in her eyes.
Note: I’m a degenerate, I admit it XD
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#re8#re8 village#alcina dimitrescu#lady dimitrescu#alcina dimitrescu x reader#alcina dimitrescu x y/n#lady dimitrescu x reader#lady dimitrescu x y/n#cassandra dimitrescu#re8 shitpost#re8 incorrect quotes#bela dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#mother miranda#mother miranda x reader#donna beneviento x reader#bela dimitrescu x reader#cassandra dimitrescu x reader#daniela dimitrescu x reader#sorta angsty
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tbh now that i've finished watching stars, i think people very much lie to themselves about how much seiya "disrespected" usagi's boundaries & "ignored her feelings"—because they don't like how it makes them feel to recognize that usagi wasn't forced into anything against her will.
i kept waiting for seiya to be this pushy, abusive person, and make endless unwanted advances toward usagi. however, 99% of the time seiya was simply flirting & usagi was... not only wholeheartedly receptive to it, but actively flirting back. aside from random oneliners where usagi is like "huh i don't get it? 😳" (which always struck me as very dissonant, because usagi seems to be aware of seiya’s feelings depending on the episode so it’s weird when she conveniently forgets as a punchline LMAOOO but anyways)—seiya and usagi both seem incredibly aware of the romantic tension between them, and they still choose to flirt back and forth with each other. it's not seiya strong-arming usagi into these situations she's uncomfortable in, it just makes people feel better to over-exaggerate seiya as this manipulative person & ignore usagi's total agency in the whole situation.
and tbh the longer i think about it, i'm really bothered by this implication that it was seiya's responsibility to idk... not "tempt" usagi to stray from her boyfriend, as opposed to acknowledging that usagi made her own choices & wasn't unknowingly coerced by a "predatory" lesbian LMFAO. as an aside that comes back to my main argument— something i really love about seiusa as a ship is i don't think either of them fully realize how deeply they feel about each other until pretty far in. usagi obviously wrestles with being attracted to seiya & feeling like she shouldn't be up until the last episode, but seiya also doesn't seem to realize he's in love with usagi, beyond flirting with her & hanging out, until they find kakyuu & seiya realizes he still can't stop thinking about usagi. as much as usagi is confused about her feelings, seiya also has multiple moments where he thinks “what's the matter with me?” and struggles to understand how deep his initially more casual feelings for usagi have gotten.
imo, people just ignore this & use it to interpret everything seiya does as inherently predatory from their first interactions. however, often times in their early scenes, it's usagi who is assuming seiya is making moves on her & subsequently freaking out about it (she also spends a LOT of time thinking about him making a move—like, to the point where it’s clear she isn’t just panicking about it but is actively kind of waiting for it to happen—but that's another conversation LOL). but then in reality, seiya is. not doing anything. it’s just usagi projecting this overtly forward intent on his objectively not-super-provocative actions (which imo further drives home the point of, if usagi is so very much not interested in seiya, then how come she thinks constantly about him making a move..... and what does that tell us about her attraction/potential feelings for him.... but again, a different conversation).
for me, the date episode & the sleepover episode comes to mind. like, seiya invites usagi to go out, & usagi chooses to go. seiya offers to stay over when usagi is home alone, & she gets super excited & says yes (and immediately invites him up to her room skdlhfsdkhfls anyways). and people would argue, seiya knew she had a boyfriend, therefore he shouldn't have made these invitations or offered in the first place.... as though usagi isn't capable of making her own choices & turning down a friend if she was so uncomfortable with the way he was treating her.
i think the problem is that people just find it easier to blame seiya & act like he was this manipulative lesbian preying on a vulnerable girl with a boyfriend vs grapple with how usagi had control of her own actions and had the agency to do things that make fans uncomfortable. these boundaries that people always are so mad about seiya not respecting were only “not respected” because... as time went on, they just did not exist, and that simply falls on both of them, not just seiya. for the few times that usagi would remind seiya she already had a boyfriend, she still tears those boundaries down on her own—by developing really intense feelings for seiya, by choosing to spend time with him again and again, by not turning him down from the start (which she could've done if she was truly uninterested and uncomfortable, like so many people decided she is).
tl;dr it’s not that deep, but i'm just baffled by these “seiya is an abuser & creep” allegations that have been thrown around for decades—when usagi has such obvious feelings for him & it went both ways. because of their preconceived notions of usagi's feelings & actions, people have built up this self-fulfilling idea of seiya as this manipulative abuser who takes advantage of the poor fragile girl, but that’s just blatantly ignoring the complexity of literally everything that happened onscreen. it also robs usagi of the agency she has in all of her choices and her relationships, including with seiya. usagi wasn't naive or unaware or coerced, you just don't like how she felt and what she did. like yeah it's easier to scapegoat seiya as the predatory butch lesbian who’s being creepy to the pure pretty girl, but in reality usagi pretty clearly fell in love with or at the very least developed more-than-platonic feelings for someone else & it's messy! sorry i have eyes.
#sailor moon#seiusa#seiya kou#usagi tsukino#also this post is abt the 90s anime so manga seiya arguments are kinda irrelevant bc theyre two different stories tbh 😭#sailor moon meta on your dash in 2022.......what has my year become#usam*mo people maybe dni because i don't really care that u hate seiya and this isnt a hate post toward ur mans#zoe.txt
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Hunger of the Pine
Marc Spector x F!Reader
Warnings: Smut, 18+, swearing, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, idk what else to even say this is my first fic and first time writing smut please don’t read if you don’t like it? But also please read it and enjoy?
Word count: 5k
Summary: basically you fall in love with Marc while casually sleeping together because duh. How could you not. I based the story off this Alt-J song because I absolutely love them, hence the title. Ok thanks byeeee
Sleeplessly embracing
Butterflies and needles
Line my seamed-up join
Encased in case I need it
In my stomach, for my heart
Chain mail
Hunger of the Pine
Sleeplessly embracing (you)
Yawn yearns into me
Plenty more tears in the sea
He left again. Marc left you yesterday after a particularly intense session and it left both your heart and nether regions aching. His chest to your back, cock hitting something brutal inside you, and one hand wrapped around your torso to reach your neck. He kept whispering filthy words into your ear, knowing what would get you closer to finishing. “Let them hear you, let everyone hear what a good girl you are for me. You’re taking me so well, baby.” You shudder and come back to the present. You don’t know where he goes when he disappears on you, sometimes it’s for a couple weeks at a time, but he always messages you when he’s ready for some company. You try not to let it bother you that he refuses to give you any more of himself. You find yourself reaching across the bed anyway, touching the cold pillow as if he left a trace. It aches- but you shove it down and convince yourself you don’t feel it. You can’t. You shouldn’t.
There’s plenty of potential suitors who would give you every part of themselves, offering you a real relationship. Then WHY are you stuck thinking of Marc? The butterflies you get when you have flashbacks of his hands grazing your thigh the first night you met border on anxiety-inducing somersaults in your gut. How easily he’d won you over then; how naive you were thinking it would be a fun one-off with the too-handsome-to-be-true guy giving you the eyes across the room.
Sighing, you turn on your other side to try and get comfortable, reminding yourself if he doesn’t care to tell you his whereabouts that you shouldn’t care where he bothers to go. Go back to building the walls up around your heart, before Marc Spector wormed his way in with heated glances and calloused hands. God, you’re pining.
And so you finally use it
Bedding with me you see at night
Your heart wears knight armour
Hunger of the pine
Sleeplessly, Embracing, You
Closing your eyes, you imagine the few times he has stayed; held you close to him in the afterglow, satisfied humming, arm wrapped around your middle, kissed the skin beneath your ear almost affectionately. You can almost feel it, him sleepily embracing you. Pretend you feel the warmth of his body. You’re pining again.
Realization grew on me
As quickly as it takes your hand
To warm the cold side of the pillow
I'm there for you, be there for me
I’ll hum the song the soldiers sing
Does he see the sad, pathetic look in your eyes while you watch him get dressed? You think he does, and is just doing you a kindness by not mentioning it. Sometimes you swear it seems like he doesn’t even want to leave the comfort of your arms but he sighs dejectedly and does so anyway.
You’re lying about being comfortable with your arrangement. Why was it that you were so compatible with the one guy who’s emotionally unavailable? Typical of you. The second time you two fucked in the bathroom of the bar went out together he told you, rather harshly, that he didn’t want a relationship, that he was damaged from his last one, and that he’s sorry. He looked it, too. Or maybe that was wishful thinking on your part. Regardless, when Marc gave you the option of staying casual with him, you said yes- somewhat eagerly, in retrospect. Although your heart dropped at his admission, you wanted to keep any sort of connection to him. The physical chemistry was dizzying and addictive since that first night.
Fast forward to yesterday, he mumbled something about having a train to catch in the morning, leaving you in bed, trying to imagine the body heat he left behind to catch some semblance of rest before the start of your week. You don’t know how long you’ve been tossing and turning. Time gets weird when you let yourself overthink like this. You think you’re going to have to say something the next time you see him. You can’t look at his pretty face, strong jaw and swollen lips, deep brown eyes staring down at you while he thrusts-
You’re getting off track. No, you're definitely going to have to say something. You can’t stay quiet next time. You’re just going to come out and say it, say that the arrangement isn’t working for you, that you want more or it has to end. Your sister keeps trying to set you up with her husband’s friends and you can’t keep blowing her off for… whatever this is. Maybe you’ll actually go on a date. Maybe it’ll go well. Maybe you’ll even go back to his place, where he probably won’t know your body the way Marc does, but maybe it’ll be okay. Maybe-
A knock sounds at the door. Who could possibly be at your door at this hour? Your heart rate jumps at the thought of someone breaking in, overpowering you in your barely there pajamas. As you quickly look around for some sort of makeshift weapon to fight the intruder off with, a second knock follows, this time more urgently. Throwing off your covers, you quickly reach for your umbrella and quietly peer into the peephole to see if you can make out who’s at the door.
Your breathing quickens and heart rate jumps at the sight of Marc on the other side of your door, running his hand through his unruly curls.
You wrench the door open before he knocks for a third time and wakes up your neighbours and you catch him with his fist midair before he drops it. You stare at each other, waiting for the other to speak first. What the fuck is he doing here, at this time, without texting you first?
Giving Marc a quick scan and then checking the hallway in case anyone woke up from your unexpected guest, you swiftly pull him inside your apartment and shut the door.
“What are you doing here?” You ask with more acid in your tone than you probably meant to show.
“Hello to you, too, sweetheart… Why are you holding an umbrella?” He shoots right back.
Looking down you realize you’re still holding on to the umbrella like a baseball bat, ready to attack your midnight guest. You quickly put it back behind the door, not missing the way Marc was trying to hold back his snickers.
“You didn’t answer my question, Marc. What do you want?” His eyebrows shoot up at your tone. You realize you’re being rude but you’re tired and he is entirely too comfortable dropping by your place really late with no heads up.
“What’s with the attitude?” He spits back at you. “Have I done something? I was in the area and thinking of you so I thought I’d come see you.” Even though you knew that he wasn’t going to be the one to move this situationship to the next level, a small part of you was holding out hope for him to say literally anything that would let you believe that.
The air grew tense, an uncomfortable feeling settling in the pit of your stomach at the thought of ruining whatever you had going with him. Get your shit together, you said you’d say something the next time you saw him. Well? Now or never!
“That's kind of the problem, Marc.” You sigh exasperatedly, forcing the words to come out. “You haven’t really done anything.” He looks just as annoyed and confused as before you spoke, brows furrowing as he focuses on your words. Evidently not being able to catch on, he motions with his hand for you to elaborate, to which you sigh even heavier. Maybe if you don’t look directly at him it’ll be easier so instead you focus on his socks.
Socks? This fucker took his shoes off already, ready to stay?
Squaring your shoulders and looking him in the eye, you muster up your frustrations with this man to finally voice them. Deep breath. You got this, you tell yourself. “I… I know I said I was okay with what we have, I know you told me from the start how it had to be but I don’t think I can handle it anymore. I’ve been trying to ignore it and I can’t keep going on like this. I want more, Marc. Fuck, I-I don’t know anything about your life, I’ve never even been to your apartment, you never tell me where you go, and I want you to want to tell me. I want you to want more with me, too. Don’t pretend you couldn’t tell, and don’t look at me like that!” You were progressively getting louder through your little outburst and by the end you needed to take in a deep breath at the effort it took from you.
He doesn’t say anything for a minute, just breathing through his nose heavily. His eyes bounced back and forth between your face, your legs, and the mirror hung on the wall behind you. You start getting irritated by his lack of response and huff impatiently.
“Please just go, Marc, you don’t have to say anything.” With your head down, you attempt to walk by him back to your bedroom but he grabs your arm before you get past him and pulls you to face him.
Une immense espérance a traversé la terre
Une immense espérance a traversé ma peur
(An immense hope has crossed over the earth
An immense hope has crossed over my fear)
“I’m not…good. At any of this.” he grits out with his hand still wrapped around your forearm. “I told you that at the beginning of this because I’m not good for you, I’m no good at relationships. They never fuckin’ work because I am just not…good enough. I’ll only end up making you unhappy.” Marc has never been this vulnerable in front of you before and by the tension in his jaw and shoulders, and sweaty grip on your arm, you know it wasn’t easy. Your heart breaks a little at his confession, hope still fighting its way up your chest into your throat and before you even realize it, you’re holding his face in your hands, his own landing on your waist.
“Marc you absolute shit head.” You huff out with a small smile on your lips. His eyes shift to the mirror behind you again before quickly shifting back to you. Does he know he's pouting? “Why on earth would you think you’re not good? I’d like to make that judgment for myself, thanks.” You try to laugh lightly to ease his tension.
“What if it’s terrible? What if I hurt you, what if we fight all the time, what if- listen I can’t have you hating me.” He rushes it all out, concern etching his features, clearly having thought about it before.
“What if it’s good? What if it’s so good, Marc, what if you’re not as terrible as you think?” you throw back at him, challenging his insecurities. The hope that was itching in your throat is out there now, enveloping you both in its clutches like a warm embrace. “Besides, even if we do fight, at least we know the make up sex will be good.” With that being said, his gaze darkens and the heat from his hands on your waist burns through your clothes, fingers squeezing you in their path to your hips.
“Oh, will it now? You’re sure of it?” He jumps at the opportunity to tease you, and before you have a chance to retort, backs you into the wall behind you to capture your lips in a searing kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. The kiss steals your breath, and maybe you’re imagining it, but you feel reassured by it, like he’s admitting what he can’t say out loud through his tongue. When you pull away breathlessly, you’re both sporting goofy smiles, your foreheads touching; a core memory forming.
Dragging your hands down to intertwine with his, you slowly walk him backwards to your bedroom. This air feels different, heavy, almost cottony as the both of you stay quiet, for fear of breaking the spell. Never have you both been so emotionally honest with each other and so gentle, it renders you shy.
Foreheads still near, eyelids sitting heavy, he guides you to sit on the edge of the bed while he stands, looking down at you. You think you know what he wants, he usually wants your mouth on him to start, says you look the prettiest with your lips wrapped around his cock. But no… he drops to his knees for you, hands caging you in on the bed. So things might be going a little differently but you roll with it.
Taking the sight of him in, he looks entirely too good for such a late hour, skin flawless, a barely there scruff coming in, a couple of stray curls coming down on his forehead and those deep eyes staring at you through his lashes with the bottom whites of his eyes showing.
You look so pretty kneeling for me.
He sniffs out a laugh and you realize belatedly that you said that last bit out loud, heat rising to your face.
You lean forward to kiss him again, this time slower, his lips moving expertly on yours. He deepens it, asking permission with his hot tongue to explore your mouth, eliciting a high pitched whimper from you. At the sound you make, Marc pulls back and smirks at you, then moves his mouth to your jaw and continues kissing his way down your neck, biting softly at your collarbone. Your chest is heaving already. The air was already stifling and now? Now you’re burning up from the inside.
“Why is this still on?” he asks, tugging upwards on your sleeping top to remove it. It gets tossed into the darkness of your bedroom. You shiver at the slight chill in the apartment, and he watches in fascination as your nipples harden right at his eye level. Looking up into your eyes he moves forward, capturing one of the hardened peaks in his warm mouth, groaning with his mouth full as he palmed the other one.
As much as you wanted to maintain eye contact you couldn’t help but toss your head back at the feeling. He quickly moved on to the other breast and bit down on it to get you to look at him again, pulling a soft moan from you. Looking back down at him, he released you and moved his hands to your hips, fingering the elastic of your underwear, silently asking for permission with his eyes to remove them. This was a completely new side to him, since you only ever knew the Marc who took what he wanted from you and made you beg for it at the same time.
Pulling your bottoms off of your legs, you sat there completely bare in front of him, both physically and emotionally for the first time. Marc started to kiss up your legs, starting from the crease in your knees moving towards your apex. He shouldered his way in between your knees so that you couldn’t shut them once he was settled in and held you in place with one hand on your hip. You were still a little sore from your activities yesterday, and trembling slightly at his almost reverent touches.
“You’re shaking, baby. Is this okay?” He squeezes your hip reassuringly. Afraid to open your mouth at the risk of nothing coherent coming out, you just nod your head dumbly with your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth. “You can tell me when you want me to stop or if it gets too much.”
Again you’re shocked at the affection in his eyes and touch, but it’s by no means hesitant. Like looking at him through a different filter, with the same burning intensity. Your eyes shut as he lowers his head to your sternum and kisses down the middle of your torso, until he reaches your core, but surprises you by completely bypassing it and moving on to the tops of your thighs. His teasing nature has clearly returned, wanting to push you to beg for him.
“Marc…” you sigh breathlessly. He looks up at you with a small smirk on his lips. “Please, Marc.” You say again, in the hopes that it’s enough. You don’t even know if you can get the words out, he’s barely touched you and you’re both breathing heavily. There’s a white noise in the back of your mind as your focus pinpoints on both of your sounds.
While maintaining eye contact, he drags his mouth along your inner thigh until he’s breathing on your slick folds and finally, finally, licks a long stripe up. His hand is still gripping your hip tightly, holding you in place and you’re glad he is because you feel boneless, like you could slip right through his fingers to join him on the floor.
“Fuck,” you whimper as he licks another stripe into you, slowing to catch your clit between his lips to suck on. You flop onto your back right when Marc brings his other hand to insert two fingers into your entrance, curling them upwards to hit that patch of nerves. Back arching, you grab on to his hair to anchor yourself with one hand and the other bunches the bed sheets by your side.
He’s too good at this for your sanity. The hand not occupied with his hair slaps over your mouth to try and hide how far gone you already are for him. It won’t take you long it seems, you just need a little more.
“P-please don’t stop pleasedontstopplease-“ you say, muffled from between your fingers. He continues to lap at your clit while leisurely fingering you and curling his fingers up.
“Let me hear you then, or I will,” he taunts you, then goes back to flicking his tongue even faster on your clit. Moving your hand off your face, your whines are now loud enough for him to hum into your mound happily.
“Ohhhh fffuckk, Marc!” Your sounds keep rising in volume as he finally picks up the pace of his fingers and before either of you are ready for it, you’re coming all over his fingers and tongue. Back arched, hand still in his hair, you’re dissolving into the mattress with a broken cry. You can hear his fingers squelching into you as he continues to pleasure you through your release and your hands come up to cover your face as your lungs try to catch up.
Peeking through your hands you watch as he finally pulls his fingers out and unceremoniously sticks them in his mouth, humming when he tastes you. While you’re still trying to gather your senses, Marc stands up smugly and starts undressing. You take that as your cue to sit up and unbuckle his pants so you can return the favour but his hands catch yours after removing his sweater.
“No, pretty girl, not tonight.” His hand cups your jaw so you’re looking up to him, your hands resting on his hips. “Tonight is about you.” Your heart flutters at his words and you know it’s written all over your face. Keeping your eyes trained on his, you pull his pants off him but he pays it no mind, just pulls on your bottom lip with his thumb and then smiles to himself.
He leans down to crawl over you and you go with him, both of you shuffling up the bed to get situated in the middle, faces inches apart. Marc kisses you again and you taste yourself on him. He continues kissing his way down your neck, biting and sucking on the tendons flexing there. He lifts his head when you make a sound in the back of your throat and then he’s staring at you expectantly, so you try to slowly turn to your usual position, shifting to your hands and knees but again he stops you, and pulls you back before you move.
You feel like you’re out of your depth, here with him, the scenario playing out very differently than what you thought. You’ve always had a very expressive face so you know he sees your confusion and kisses you hotly while pushing down on your sternum signaling for you to lay back.
“Tonight I want to look at you, if that’s okay?” He says quietly but still very much in control. You nod with your noses rubbing, never having experienced this type of intimacy before. Marc may not be the most vocal man when it comes to being vulnerable about his feelings but it’s showing through his subtle words and warming your heart.
His hands come to either side of your head, caging you in and he reaches forward to capture your lips in another deep, toe curling kiss. Your hands are exploring his shoulders, neck and chest freely, caresses full of love this time and not just lust. His smell and weight overwhelm you in the best way possible. All your senses are just picking up Marc, Marc, Marc. Your hand comes to rest on his face, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb as you part for air, and your legs fall open on either side of his hips.
Gripping his cock in one hand, he rubs the tip through your heat, moving smoothly through your soaked folds to spread your arousal all over. Moaning his name, you press your face into his bicep and tug on the hair at the nape of his neck. He wordlessly positions himself at your entrance but waits there with the tip lodged right where you need him.
“I know, baby, I know. I want to hear you say it though, can you ask me nicely?” He purred, nudging your face with his prominent nose.
“Please, I need you. Please!” You manage to spit out, canting your hips up so as to tempt him to just take you. The feeling of him barely starting to push in was driving you insane with arousal, you felt as though you were dripping on to the sheets.
“Please what, baby? What do you need?” How he has self restraint right now you don’t know, but you try to appease him anyway even with your brain short circuiting.
“I need you inside me, I want to feel all of you!”
Finally, Marc pushes in the rest of the way but takes his time with it, making sure to watch your face crumple around a high pitched keen as he does so.
“That’s my fu-fucking good girl, look at that. Does that feel better?” He asks before dragging himself out to the tip, and on his hard thrust back in, decides to mock you further, “How about now? Better, baby?”
Marc begins with a slow pace, making sure to pull out slowly only to thrust back in hard and deep, breathing hard against the shell of your ear. You can’t answer him but your noises are involuntary, more pronounced when he grinds into you. He pushes his face into your neck and keeps the mind numbing pace, occasionally whispering sweet but filthy things to you.
“Pretty baby, letting me take her apart, m-my baby, so wet for me, so good to me.” Your chorus of whimpers kept growing, until he kissed you so tenderly while grabbing your hands from where they were purchased around his back to intertwine them by your head, caging you in. He kept pushing, going impossibly deeper, and the air shifted, became suffocating in the best way possible, oxygen scarce as his eyes locked on yours.
Something in you snaps, and your back bows into his chest. Marc continues to fuck you through the spasms as you fall off the edge he’s been pushing you towards, crying out with his name on your tongue.
There’s a flood between your legs, you know it because you can hear it and he’s sliding in your oversensitive pussy so easily now.
“You look so good coming for me, I wanna watch it again. Please?” He licks from your throat to your ear to sweeten the request, shifts your legs over his forearms planted next to your waist now so you’re fully spread out for him to see. “Can you give me one more? I think you can, you’re so good for me.”
You don’t even get a chance to come down and he’s building you back up again. His words aren’t helping but he doesn’t seem like he’s in control of them either at this point. Looking down you can see where he’s spearing into you, going faster now but just as deep as before and the sight makes you whine in the back of your throat.
He groans as he looks at where you’re joined, a pained noise that makes him drive harder into you. You struggle to anchor yourself so you settle for his arms and dig your nails in, too far gone to care if you draw blood.
“I c-can’t, Marc” you’re stuttering with the words, “it’s too much, I can’t” is all you can manage. He’s eyes become softer while he shakes his head at you.
“You can take it, take it for me, yes you can, pretty girl” he pleads, eyes imploring. “My girl, right? You’re mine?” He’s asking you for affirmation and you know it’s about more than just this moment. So you nod. Cockdumb or not you’re nodding in agreement so he knows you’re in this with him, trusting him to take care of you in more ways than one. He knows how, he’ll take you there, and he kisses you like a vow.
You’re on fire, veins ignited and something devastating is building inside you again. The concept of time is escaping you. His lips are smoldering against yours, and he swallows your moans while delving his tongue into your mouth. You feel like he’s slowly peeling you apart and piecing you back together at the same time; like the glue he’s using is actually made of lighter fuel and he’s just fueling the fire lit deep within you. You break apart gasping for air as his cock punches mercilessly into your core, hitting the area that makes your vision spotty.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, moaning uncontrollably and Marc knows you’re close. He lifts your leg to wrap around his hip and settles his hand on your lower stomach and presses, thumb reaching for your clit to pluck at it with no hesitation.
This is it, you think. This is how you’re gonna go out, screaming around Marc’s cock because he fucked you too hard into your mattress. Your vision whites out, blood rushing past your ears deafening you, and your muscles tense up as you come harder than before.
You’re clenching too hard around Marc for him to move for a few seconds so he sits there letting you milk him, arousal rushing out of you like a downpour. “God, you’re perfect, such a good girl coming for me so hard, that’s right,” as he brushes your hair out of your face. You’ve stopped convulsing enough for him to start up again, but your whimpers from him thrusting into your overstimulated pussy have him speaking again. “I know, I know, almost there, please baby.”
His pace becomes irregular, sinking deep inside you as you drag your fingernails down his back, tears leaking out of your eyes. How is your orgasm dragging out this long?
“Ahhh, f-fuck, you’re so- fuuuuuck I’m gonna come, I-” He groans out into your neck, hips smacking loudly against yours and with a final thrust finishes, painting your insides with his release.
He flops down with his face still buried in your neck, and spent cock still inside you. Both of you are still breathing heavily and your brain feels like it needs a minute to restart, but it does supply you with the motivation to run your hands through his hair and down his back soothingly. You don’t know how long you two stay like that but he eventually starts lazily kissing your neck until he finds himself looking at you from above, and you share small, shy smiles, faces beaming. It feels like the sun has settled in your chest with how giddy you feel and Marc? Marc’s face reflects yours, that same happiness you never thought you’d be the cause of, his eyes cataloging the details of your face to memory.
You’re sickening, you think. This is the sappiest you’ve ever felt about someone and you don’t know how to act, especially as the last hour catches up to you. After a few more short but sweet kisses, he’s pulling out of you with a hiss and looking at the mess he made of you. You feel both of your spend leak out of you, feeling sweaty and achy all over. Before you can even say anything though, he’s pushing it back in with two fingers and roguishly asking you to keep it in for him. You nod blankly, as if you could deny him anything right now.
Marc settles in next to you on the bed and you turn to face each other, faces inches apart and limbs tangled together. You’re both sporting the same, goofy, shy smiles and settling in to sleep.
“Will you stay with me?” You softly ask, still hesitant to ask.
“‘Course… but I-“ he starts and stops again, and you try hard not to jump to conclusions of him finding an excuse to reject you.
He looks like he wants to continue, with his brow furrowed and eyes focused on your chin, mouth still open poised to speak. As your hand reaches up to smooth out his forehead, his eyes look back to yours, making him quickly spit out “Ihavesomethingtotellyou”.
“Anything. You can tell me anything, Marc” you reassure him, a tone of worry lacing your voice. His eyes look panicked for a second before rolling back into his head.
“It’s not his fault, love, he just likes you too much!” He said, a bit too loud for how close you two were, making you jump back a bit out of shock.
See, the voice came from Marc but it didn’t sound like him at all, with an unusual British accent and higher pitch than his regular voice.
“Oh s-sorry, love, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Steven.”
Was this all some fucked up dream you were having?
#marc spector#marc spector smut#moon knight#moon knight fanfic#moon knight smut#steven grant#steven grant fanfiction#Mona writes???
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Of Fire and Ice - Chapter 4
Melissa Schemmenti X reader X Larissa Weemes
Summary: soft Mel
Words: idk
Notes: I did a thing
Warnings: none
You walk into the school stopping to sign in before walking to the staff room. You set a coffee In Melissa’s hands. Briefly remembering her Starbucks order from the last time Ava went out for y’all. “Teacher appreciation or whatever” you knew your need to know everything would come in handy one day.
“What’s this for?” She smiles at you taking a sip. “How did you know my order?” She asked surprised.
You chuckle “it’s a thank you in advance have to treat my lady right” you feel your throat clenched and swallow hard. “As for your order I’m just that good”
“Your lady? Hmm I like the sound of that” she bumps shoulders with you, Barbara shaking her head at the both of y’all.
“Careful Schemmenti or I’ll fall in love”
“Promise?” She looks at you smirking.
You gulp hard she is kidding she has to be right? You can feel your heart pounding.
“I-I um-“ “so I have been doing research on witches!” Jacob states as he and Janine walk in. Thankful for the distraction you look up at him. “Oh yeah? What about us did you learn?”
“So there are different kinds right? Wiccan, pagan, Strega.” You nod for him to continue “so like Hocus Pocus-“ “nope not doing this” you shake your head laughing.
“What why?” He asks exasperated “Jacob you were doing so well till just then” you laugh.
Melissa looks at the both of you. “well what’s the difference?” You wink at her “I’ll tell you everything you need to know on the way to Nevermore.”
Barbara looks up confused. “What do you mean?” “I’m going to be her date for the weekend.” Melissa replies.
Ava who up until now was ignoring the conversation. “What why does she get to go? You need to show up and show out! I should be your date!” Melissa looks over at her quickly.
You place your hand on hers softly. “Oh no I’m good thanks for the offer though Ava! But Mel is my Lady for the weekend” you wink at her are your eye’s playing with you or is that a blush.
“Well if you need anything let us know! We would love to help out!” Janine looks giddy as always.
“I for one and interested in the school.” Gregory speaks up from behind you. You didn’t even notice him walk in. “ what does it take to work in an Outcast school?”
“Too much it takes too much” your roll your eyes squeezing Melissa’s hand before letting go and standing up. “Welp I need to go to my classroom and get ready for today. Have a good day princess” you wink at Melissa before walking out.
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The bell rings indicating the end of the day and you release your stampede of 3rd graders. “Have a good rest of your days see y’all tomorrow” you wave to them.
You are gathering your belongings together when your head her. “Hey hot stuff, we missed you at lunch today.”
She has her arms crossed leaning against your door frame her purse slings across her shoulder and her feet crossed at the ankle.
It shouldn’t be so arousing but with her your mouth goes dry. “I didn’t know I’d be missed”
She pushes off the door shaking her head at you “let’s go out” you snap your head up to look at her “what?”
“Well we are gonna have to get our story straight.” Oh right that of course that’s what she meant.
“Oh yeah sounds great! We can go to my place and I can make something.” She nods at you “okay I will meet you there” she gives you the smile that you love so much.
You both walk out together she hooks her arm with yours. Stay cool, stay cool this is normal, friends do this.
“See you soon princess” she chuckles ducking her head. “Not that I’m complaining but when did that start?” She stops looking up at you.
“Oh! Um well i figured if you are going to pretend to be my girlfriend I might figure some stuff to call you right?” You look at her trying to gauge her reaction. “I can stop if if bothers you.”
“NO! Oh I’m I mean it doesn’t bother me. I like it actually” she smiles at you. “Okay well then I’ll see you here in a bit princess” you watch her climb into her car before getting into your own to head to the house.
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You pull into your driveway her pulling in behind you. Okay you are just figuring out the details and dinner it. That’s not that bad just chill.
When you walk in you take her coat from her hanging it next to yours. You walk to the kitchen her fallowing behind you.
“So what are you in the mood for?” You ask opening the fridge. “Well what do you have?” She sets her hands on your hips moving you over so she could look. Your heart rate picks up.
“You have all the ingredients for a quick spaghetti.” She looks up at you “what do you think? Can I cook for you?”
You are surprised you haven’t shared your kitchen with anyone since Larissa. “You want to cook for me?”
“If you will let me.” You nod your head smiling. “okay but only if I can help” she nods grabbing the ingredients from the fridge. You follow her lead.
You have never cooked so seamlessly with someone. Not even Larissa after a few years could do that. Even better Mel didn’t bat an eye when you threw salt over your shoulder after salting the water.
You explain to her the importance of why you stir the food a certain way and she just went with it. Oh this woman.
You both sit down and bless the meal. After the first bite you let out a moan of contentment. This was the best spaghetti you ever had. “Oh Mel If all of your food is this good I’m just gonna have to marry you.” You keep eating blushing hard you don’t even notice how your words affected her.
“So” she clears her throat. “whats our story?” You set down your fork and think for a minute.
“Why don’t we stick to the truth?” You look at her for confirmation. “The truth?”
“Yeah I started at Abbot and you hated me. But after awhile you warmed up to me and then fell head over heels for me” you grin at her cheeky. She rolls her eyes chuckling.
“Okay we can go with that. Who made the first move?” she asks. “I did of course!” You look at her still smiling. “Of course” she giggles.
“Were you touchy feely with your ex?” “Larissa? Oh no not really well unless Mort- you know what. No we weren’t she didn’t like it.” She ponders “do you want to be with me? Affectionate that’s is?”
You think about it for a bit. Could you handle that with her? It would break your heart when you get back because it would all go back to normal. But with her…”would you be comfortable with that?”
She grabs your hand “with you yes” she smiles at you. You nod “then yes please” she nods back in return.
“Okay then I guess we got everything figured out” you both turn back to your meal talking about school and such.
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“Thank you for dinner” you are helping her with her jacket. “Thank you for making it” you chuckle as she turns to look at you. You are suddenly very aware of how close the both of you are. You gulp your eyes glance to her lips then back to her eyes.
She is searching your face stepping closer to you. You gently cup her by the nape of the neck.
What are you doing this can’t be happening can it? The way she is looking at you makes you feel like jelly. She is leaning in to you stopping short giving you time to stop.
You can’t help it you crash your lips together it’s soft she is soft everything you imagined it would be. She is flooding your senses and it’s overwhelming in the best way possible.
When you pull away your are both blushing hard. “That’s not how I imagined tonight to end” she giggled her head landing on your chest. “Are you complaining?” “No never!”
She takes a step back grinning at you “I will see you at work tomorrow hun” she pecks you once more before walking out the door. “Goodnight princess! Let me know when you make it home!”
She gives you a thumbs up and backs out leaving you alone to figure out what just happened.
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Another Day in Paradise, Chapter 4
Pairing: Eventually Alastor x OFC, later- light Alastor x ofc x Lucifer
Rated: E for eventual smut
Content warnings (Series): It's Hazbin Hotel- this feels redundant. Sex, eventual smut, referenced implied suicide to be discussed in more detail later, drugs, drinking, poor coping, toxic behavior, controlling behavior, cannibalism, idk, it's fucking Hazbin Hotel, if it's worth a content warning it's probably going to come up at some point? Religious trauma. reader has a name/is a oc.
Content warning- Chapter: None
AN: Eventually maybe someone will read this shit. Still riding the new fandom crack train.
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Amber hid in her room the rest of the morning and had herself a good cry. It was something that was becoming more common as she felt safer. Eventually, a knock brought her out of her wallowing though she couldn’t say how long she had cried for.
Charlie was at the door, a plate with a sandwich and some chips was placed on a try as well as a glass that looked to contain juice. It was so perfectly wholesome and out of place in hell.
“I thought you might be hungry.” She said as Amber stepped aside to let the her into the room.
“Thank you, you didn’t have to.” Amber said rather than admit that yes, she was starved. It was near lunch time and she had ran back to her room with her tail quite literally between her legs before having anything for breakfast.
“I wanted to thank you,” Charlie said, setting the tray down on the end table by the bed before sitting down next to where Amber sat.
“I didn’t do anything.” Amber couldn’t meet the girl’s wide and ever eager eyes and instead picked at the chips. Princess or golden retriever hotel owner, the woman was simply too good either way.
“But you did,” Charlie insisted, “You took a risk. You gave it an honest try. You shared something so important to you. You could have taken the easy way out like they did but you didn’t. That means something and I am so, so proud of you for it.”
That surprised Amber. Charlie knew. She knew they were half-assing their activities. She knew. But she cared, encouraged and loved them anyway. How could a being like Charlie have been raised in hell?
“Does it bother you,” Amber asked, “That you’ve only lived in hell?”
“I mean, I’m curious about things top side, sure. But this is my home and I’ve had such a great life here. I mean, I know I’ve been privileged. There’s so much more to hell than just what you have access to here. But even this ring of hell can be pretty great. You can have a life here too, you know? A good one.”
“I guess.” Amber shrugged.
“You’re already doing so good!” Amber smiled at Charlie’s encouragement. “You found somewhere safe, you’re making friends and t’s nice to see you not being so scared. I want you to feel safe here, I want you to have a life here. Inside the hotel and out.”
Silence settled as Amber ate. Charlie was happy enough to just sit with her for the moment.
“Why?” Amber finally asked, when her food was gone and the glass was sitting in her hands. “Why are you so invested in helping me? Isn’t hell supposed to suck? Isn’t it supposed to be punishment? But here you are, insisting on helping.”
“I don’t know.” Charlie admitted, shrugging. “Sure, this place is intended to be a punishment for Sinners but who says it has to be? And you just don’t seem like you belong here. I can’t imagine what you did to get sent here.”
Amber laughed, “I’m far from sinless.”
“Sure, no one is.” Charlie admitted with a shrug. “But a bunch of little sins surely doesn’t get someone down here. And if it does, it shouldn’t.”
“Maybe it doesn’t matter?” Amber stood up, not sure how to run from the conversation when she was in her own room. It was getting to be too much.
“I’m sorry- I know most don’t really like to talk about what they did or how they died. It’s kind of taboo here and I overstepped.”
“It’s fine,” Amber lied.
“What was your favorite thing top side?” Charlie asked, standing as well and making her way to the door.
“Other than my daughter?” Amber mused as she thought about it. “Listening to the radio in the early morning, out on the porch with a cup of coffee. Before anyone else woke up. Before the day woke up. Before the day’s bullshit started.”
A knock on the door started Amber out of her memory. Charlie had a wide smile as she enveloped the much smaller Amber in her arms. “Thank you for sharing that with me. It sounds beautiful.”
“I should get that.” Amber mumbled into Charlie’s shoulder as the knocking came again, this time accompanied by a voice.
“Anyone hooome~?” Alastor called in a singsong voice from behind the door.
“I should really get that.” Amber repeated, trying to ignore the way fear flooded her. “I don’t want to upset him.”
Charlie ducked out of the room with a wave as Amber opened the door to Alastor. “Dearie, did you forget our plans already?”
“No, I just- I didn’t know when.”
“Now.” Alastor answered, thumping his cane on the ground and leaning on it. “Is that,” Alastor wiggled his finger at Amber, “Acceptable to go out in?”
“What?” Amber looked down at the over sized shirt she was wearing over leggings. “Is there something wrong with this?”
“It could be better.” Alastor said simply before deciding, “But I suppose it’s good enough for now.”
“We’re just going to pick up the things from the tailor, right?” Amber asked, slipping her feet into the simple low heeled shoes Alastor had gotten her. They were more comfortable to walk in, rather than the heels and boots Angel had insisted on. Sneakers just didn’t seem to be a thing at the stores either had dragged her to.
“Among other things,” Alastor answered simply. “Come along now.”
Alastor started down the hall without waiting for her. She was left scrambling to catch up to the one person she didn’t want to spend an undefined period of time being drug around the city with according to their whims.
She didn’t know if she needed a coat or an umbrella or how the weather in hell even worked. It rained but the rain didn’t look pleasant. She’d seen people dissolve to the bone in the rain while she huddled under whatever shelter she had been able to find at the time. The weather had always been warm when she had been on the streets but Alastor always wore a overcoat.
Going out wasn’t something she was used to and oh boy, was she overthinking it.
She managed to catch up to him at the elevator, slipping in with Alastor before the doors closed. He had made no effort to hold the elevator for her. As soon as the doors opened onto the lobby, Alastor’s long legs carried him swiftly out. Amber was left scrambling to try and keep pace with him, struggling to stay within a few paces behind him.
He had to know she was all but jogging to keep up. There was no way he wasn’t hearing the way she was panting by the time they reached the bottom of the hill or the rushed clicking of her heels against the stones contrasting to his smoothe relaxed steps.
“Now my dear, how should a lady carry herself?” Alastor didn’t even look back as his pace slowed.
“Kind of hard when I can’t keep up.” Amber mumbled, trying to pull herself together according to his damn whims.
“Fix yourself.” Alastor commanded as he looked back at Amber.
She pulled the hem of her long shirt and ran her hand through her hair trying to make it look like she hadn’t been near running to keep pace with his insanely long strides. Back straight and strong. Shoulders pulled back. Neck long. Chin up. Stand tall. Breathing slow and deep.
It felt foreign. It felt wrong. It felt strong.
It felt good.
“Very good.” Alastor remarked simply, continuing on his stroll at a much more relaxed pace.
Amber was able to keep within a few paces of him, trailing along behind him as he cut through fairly peaceful streets. Sure, there were corpses here and there, there were drug deals going down where the occasional alley shot off the main road. Monster sinners crossed the road rather than share the sidewalk with Alastor and eyed the woman who was in their eyes brave enough to share her time with the feared demon.
Amber didn’t know what to do with her hands while walking in this new stiff posture. The day before, she at least had Alastor’s arm to busy one hand. She didn’t have a cane to fiddle with like him. She tried tucking her hands behind her back like he did but it felt stiff and awkward. Clasping her hands in front of her his felt better but still awkward, it reminded her of the timid life she had lived.
In the distance, she could see the tailor shop.
“Now, go get your package.” Alastor stopped, glancing at her before dissolving into the shadows, leaving her alone.
“What?” Amber looked around and couldn’t find any sign of him. Oh hell no.
He took her out of the hotel and fucking left her alone. Defenseless and alone. Shoulders sagged as she debated if she could make it back to the hotel without having an unsavory encounter of some sort. Eyes fell to the ground as doubt swan through her mind.
No, she couldn’t continue this way. At the very least she needed to complete the task Alastor had set her out on. Who knows what would happen if she didn’t at least get the clothes.
“Step one, get to tailor. Step two, get clothes. Step three, I don’t fucking know.” Amber took a deep breath and again fixed her posture. Eyes up. Head up. One step at a time she propelled herself forward, down the sidewalk and toward the shop.
Sinners didn’t cross the street for her. Some catcalled and propositioned but none actually touched her. A few sinners came close to touching her, reaching out to wrap and arm around her waist while trying to offer her something or another but she was able to sidestep them.
She tried to pretend Alastor was walking with her. Oh, how she hadn’t expected to lean on the idea of him for some confidence. It was hard to wrap her head around how he made her feel safe while also making her feel the farthest thing from safe.
The air of confidence she struggled to pull around her was nearly totally false but it was something. Though it was illusion alone, it carried her as each step took her closer to the tailor shop. Just a block away now. Then a few feet.
Her fingers trembled as she reached out for the railing as she prepared to ascend the stairs. It was here that she paused and looked around. In many ways, this was just another city street.
Could she make a life here? Could she have some independence here? What a strange idea, to exist independent of those around her. When had she last been independent? Had she ever been sucessfully independent? She didn’t think so.
Alastor was nowhere to be seen. Amber didn’t know what would come next but she wanted to believe she could get back to the hotel again, on her own if need be.
Why he was helping her, she couldn’t fathom but he was and his lesson had been vital. What other vital lessons could he teach her, if she was willing to trust him?
Clean clothes, a change in how she carried herself and she was left largely alone in the same area she had once been accosted, chased and terrorized at. She was sure it helped that she had been seen with Alastor to some extent though.
Closing her eyes, she tried to channel the way actresses would glide up stairs in the films she had watched in her life, not that she had gotten to watch many. Smooth steps as she made her way up to the porch and wrapped her fingers around the doorknob.
With a deep breath, she entered the shop.
“You made it!” Alastor’s singsong voice called out, rich static coloring the tone as Amber all but jumped out of her skin. “Good job!”
The small sheep demoness had packages bagged up and siting on the counter. She looked positively terrified to have Alastor lounging in her shop as he waited for Amber to make the walk.
“How did you-?” Amber clutched at her chest as her heart hammered against her ribs.
“Collect your bags, Dearie. I’ve got things to do, places to be and people to maim. We simply have to get going.”
Amber did as she was told, scurrying over to the counter and collecting the bags with a meek word of thanks to the shopkeeper. Any air of confidence she had managed to collect on her way in was gone, startled right out of her by Alastor.
Alastor said nothing as he lead her out of the shop. She raced behind him as he descended the stairs. There was no way she could guess which speed Alastor would walk at and part of per mentally prepared to nearly run to keep up with the much taller man.
Instead he waited for her at the base of the stairs, making her look ever more a fool as she stumbled to a stop in front of him. He looked down at her with eyebrow raised and hummed his weird musical hum.
“This simply won’t do for the meeting.”
“What meeting?” Amber wanted to go home. She wanted to go where Alastor wasn’t so she could get her bearings.
Alastor snapped his fingers with a flair and air rushed around her. Elegant red fabric draped itself over her. The flowing circle skirt danced around her legs, cutting a soft line a few inches below her knees. The neckline was high, it nearly felt like it was choking her but the back of the dress dipped low, leaving her feeling exposed in the least scandalous way possible as her hair tickled the exposed skin. Her tail fit perfectly through a hole that she was pretty sure wouldn’t be able to accommodate the fluff when it came time to remove the dress.
“Did you just dress me up like a doll?” Amber spoke sharply before she had a chance to consider her tone or who she was speaking to.
“And there you have it, again she finds her claws.” Alastor laughed, tucking her hand around his arm to rest on his forearm as be began to lead her down the street.
“Why are you doing this?” Amber dared to ask while he walked her swiftly down the street toward the heart of the city.
“Boredom, as I said. Don’t you listen?” Alastor tapped her ear rather harshly with the microphone head of his cane. “These ears are for more than just decoration, are they not?”
“They work,” Amber flung her ears forward and back in a attempt to somehow swat the microphone away without having to outright challenge the much more powerful man. “But that dosen’t really tell me why you’re treating me like a pet.”
“Getting braver!” Alastor chuckled but didn’t answer. “Good job!”
Amber yanked her arm from where it was tucked around his, stepping away to put distance between them. “Seriously. Why are you helping me? I know Charlie believes in redemption and Angel just seems nice but you-?”
“Me?” Alastor pointed to himself, static thick in his voice again as his neck cracked, head twitching to an unnatural angle for a moment. “Do tell me what you think you know about me.”
“You’re powerful.” She stated plainly, deflating. “And creepy. Sadistic, maybe.”
“You complement me so!” Alastor all but preened, placing a clawed hand to his chest and standing tall before leaning into her space again. “Do keep going.”
“You could kill me with a flick of your wrist, probably wouldn’t even feel bad about it-” She continued, stepping away from him every time he inched closer until she almost fell off the sidewalk.
“I wouldn’t.” He said though she didn’t know if he was confirming he wouldn’t feel bad about killing her or that he wouldn’t kill her at all.
She didn’t dare ask for clarification.
“You don’t get anything from helping me but what? A momentary entertainment? It doesn’t make sense.”
“Isn’t our afterlife little but a series of momentary entertainments to break up our hellish existence?” Alastor countered before his posture changed, standing tall again and ordering her to stay put as he dissolved into shadows.
“What the fuck.” Amber said to the empty space he had been. “What the actual fuck.”
#alastor x reader#alastor x you#alastor x y/n#alastor x oc#alastor x reader smut#hazbin alastor x reader#hazbin alastor x you
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OK TESTING POSTING WRITING HERE... IM VERY EMBARRASSED BUT ILL TRY NOT TO IMMEDIATELY DELETE THIS (´>ω<;)
I wrote pwp of my ocs Abel and Micah on my phone on a long flight in a fugue state. idk if its good. read it and find out???? its them fucking with Abel in his nun outfit idk what to tell you (18+)
(not a scene in canon so doesn't have spoilers really I think. is it a spoiler my OC would date a canon love interest in a romance game.)
under the cut! around 2k words
Characters if you don't know my OCs by now. Info is on here: https://toyhou.se/alli_ens/characters
Abel- human nun guy
Micah- Angel guy
pardon if the formatting is fucked I was braindead writing this !
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m” Abel, I’m not sure if I really want to bring this up, but you were a nun, weren’t you?”
a” hm? Yeah, I was. What about it?”
m” Not long after we met, you told me you would show me your “little nun outfit”. I'm somewhat curious.”
a”Oh, have you been thinking about it the whole time? Sure, I’ll go put it on."
m”ah, alright."
(Abel steps out to change. Even though it’s a simple costume, it still takes him twice as long as anyone else would. Micah doesn’t know what convinced him to ask to see in the first place, but now the suspense is bothering him)
a”Ready! Well, what do you think?”
( Abel is dressed in the full outfit, the long dress and habit. Of course, he's added heels to the ensemble. Though he's fully covered, something about the way the long, black skirt clinging to his form- is getting to Micah. He’d never once considered the outfit attractive on anyone else, but on Abel, he’s spellbound.)
m”ah, oddly, it suits you. Though, I feel like I shouldn’t be allowed to see this, somehow."
a”hoho, does that excite you?"
m”...I can’t say it doesn’t."
a” Is blasphemy even possible for you?"
m” (getting increasingly flustered) Not like this. At least, I think so. Perhaps it’s just offensive to those who pray to us? Ah. It's a strange feeling. "
a” hmhm, interesting. Are you going to confess to God after this?"
m”...I think I will. "
a”Great! Let's give you more to tell him about. "
(Abel gracefully kneels in front of Micah, neatly tucking the fabric of his skirt beneath him. With an all too charming smile, He clasps his bare, scarred hands together in prayer, looking up at Micah from the ground.
Abel starts some kind of prayer. Micah considers himself a great listener, but in this case, it’s proving too difficult. If he were to be honest, he’d admit to having no idea what Abel was saying. He’s probably saying something obscene. His mind is far too occupied with the image of Abel gazing up at him with even feigned reverence to even consider his words. )
a”....And finally, I thank you, Holy Father, for delivering unto me my absolutely hopeless boyfriend, who hasn’t listened to a word I’ve said. Amen”
m”oh, I was listening, really.”
a”Suuuuuuuuuuure. Apologize to God for lying as well when you talk to him. From this angle, I can see you’re a bit preoccupied~" (He reaches out and pokes Micah’s raging erection through his pants)
m”Abel, you’re toying with me. "
a” Not as much as I could be! Stay where you are. "
(Micah is perplexed for a moment, before Abel leans up slightly and unzips Micah’s fly with his teeth. Freeing Micah’s cock, Abel swiftly takes it into his mouth, his lips still in a smile. The scene was tempting enough before, but now, Micah can barely take it. It looks as though Abel is worshiping his body in place of god, Ah, it’s intoxicating.
While it’s nothing especially out of the ordinary for him, Abel can’t help the arousal from acting disgraceful in a nun outfit, especially with a hopelessly pious man like Micah. And seeing him so into it as well, like he’s corrupted him, an accomplice in blasphemy! It’s just too much fun. Making sure Micah can see, Abel bunches up his skirt around his waist, stroking his own cock as he sucks Micah’s. If it’s a show he wants, that’s what he’ll get. )
m”Ah- ah, Abel- It’s coming, please, don’t stop, ah-"
(Micah thrusts into Abel’s throat roughly, still watching Abel, frenzied as he watches his cock disappear into his mouth. Abel takes him to the hilt, moaning and gasping around him, pushing Micah over the edge, coming hard into Abel’s mouth loud and shameless.
Pulling away, Abel licks his tip, drinking up all of it. looking delighted, smiling at Micah with flushed cheeks, Micah thinks Abel looks beautiful. )
m”Ah, haah.. Thank you, that’s always incredible."
a” I bet it is. Enjoy the show?"
m”I did. whatever that says about me. "
a”hmhm, I like that. "
m” …Do you want me to return the favor?”
a”Oh? Yes, but I don’t think the nun outfit is your size or anything. "
m”I meant the sexual favor. not the outfit. "
a” Ooh. right. I’ll take that too! Haha, kneel down like I did then. "
( Abel stands as Micah hesitantly kneels before him. Still dizzy from pleasure, Micah fumbles with getting Abel's skirt out of the way, until Abel pulls up the hem like a curtsy, showing off his still hard cock. )
M” aah. I have no experience with this, so go easy on me. "
A” can I translate that as ‘wowww, you're so huge that I'm going to have trouble fitting it in my mouth’?"
M” no, you may not. "
(Micah, still hesitating and red in the face like he has a fever, first licks the tip. It's warm on his tongue. He tries licking down the shaft, getting used to it being so close to him. Looking down at Micah licking it so hesitantly, with his brows furrowed in concentration, Abel's having a bit too much fun. Gently but still suddenly, Abel thrusts his hips towards Micah, making it enter his mouth, muffling some kind of complaint from him. So cute.
Micah, once used to the size of it in his mouth (albeit quicker than he intended) tries to slowly take Abel deeper. He always deepthroats his so easily, surely it can't be that difficult?
It was, in fact, difficult. Micah has to release him to take a breath, gasping from his gag reflex. If it was anyone else doing it, this would have been in Abel's top 10 worst blowjobs he'd received, but the fact it's someone as uptight and inexperienced as Micah- who's working so hard to please him, means it's even more exciting like this. )
A- "careful, you have to work up to that, obviously. Suck it harder, you won't hurt me."
(Micah, with his pride wounded, tries sucking, holding the base of Abel’s cock to stop himself taking too much in. Finally, it's feeling good instead of being slowly torturous.
Precum starts forming at the tip. Wait. What? Why is he so bitter and salty? It's weird. He doesn't really enjoy the taste. In fact,he expected something better.Micah releases him, looking confused.)
M” Abel. Why is the taste so bitter, are you cursed there, too?”
(Abel can't help laughing uncontrollably)
A” that's normal for humans! God, only angels have sugary nectar or whatever coming out! Since ours actually has a biological purpose.Back to it. "
( Micah looks up with a puzzled, embarrassed expression, and resumes. Getting used to the bitter,salty taste, it's actually kind of addictive. Abel's got nothing sweet about him anyway, so this makes sense, regardless of the culture shock. Sucking harder and taking him a bit deeper, Abel starts moaning softly, and throbbing within Micah’s mouth. )
A” aaah, Micah- I'm close, stop if you don't want a facial, haah-"
(Micah doesn't stop, he wants it. He keeps going until Abel's further losing himself to the pleasure)
A” Micah! Really I mean it, aaahhh, you can stop - I'm coming, come on, aah,hah!"
( Micah stays put, he wants to see this through. Abels fingers tangle in the back of Micah's hair as he climaxes, moaning and panting roughly. Even with the warning, Abel's cum fills Micah's mouth a lot more deeply than he expected, the overwhelming taste sinking into his brain. In this sole moment, Micah understands what incubi are after. Unsure what else to do,Micah swallows with Abel still in his mouth, wincing slightly at the intensity of it. Releasing Abel, he licks his lips to not make a mess, and looks up at him, trying to gauge his reaction. Oh. He never looks this red.)
A "Micah?? Aaah. You. You swallowed it. Haha.. "
M( with a more hoarse voice than he expected)" is that not alright?"
A "it's alright but- hahahh. It's really slutty.. you're really slutty to swallow on your first time. Aaahhh. God."
M"you really have to stop saying that about me, haah... I'll swallow it next time too, if it gets you flustered like this. "
A"you're going to kill me at this rate. And here I thought I could see your pretty little face dripping with cum, so sad."
M” Ah, I'd really rather swallow it than that."
A” you don't see why I'd like to see it? You don't enjoy seeing yours dripping off my face? "
M” fine, I understand where you're coming from. "
A” you admit it!”
(Abel kneels back on the floor with Micah, both of them breathing heavily. Wordlessly, Abel cups his hand around Micah’s cheek, looking into his eyes. It's not often Abel gets like this, Micah can only assume it's some sense of him being loving or bashful, but he could never be sure if that was the truth, or just wishful thinking. Whatever it was, he's really cute acting like this. Times like this remind Micah why he is so hopelessly in love with him. Micah kisses him sweetly, he can't help it)
A” mmn, what?"
M” nothing, I just wanted to."
A” oh, here I thought you were going to ask for another round, haha."
M” I wasn't. ( he buries his face in the small of Abel’s neck.) I guess I'm not opposed to more, though."
A”hah, you never really get tired, do you? Fine by me. You can call the shots tonight."
M” ah, alright. Stay as you are."
(Micah kisses Abel while pushing him down to the ground by the shoulders. He didn't want to wait to move to the bed. Still kissing passionately, Micah’s hands travel across Abel’s clothed body, loosening his familiar collar, kissing beneath it hungrily. It would be a shame to take the outfit off though, he thinks. Unfastening it at the front, he leaves it on, instead pulling the hem of the skirt up around Abel’s thighs. )
A” heh, you really do like the dress, don't you? "
M” yes, since you're the one wearing it."
( Abel has no answer to that.
Micah pushes Abel’s legs open, fingering him with two fingers from the get-go, scissoring them open. Abel whines and gasps, his lithe body trembling, the dress cascading around his exposed cock. Abel wants to rile Micah up a bit more.)
A” aahh- no- I'm a servant of God, aa~hn, I mustn't! What if the other sisters find out? "
( Micah stops moving briefly, but understands what Abel is aiming for.)
M "God isn't watching, we're all alone.( he pauses, before shoving Abel’s thighs apart further and lining up his cock) and He can't stop me."
A '' then, haah, O Father, forgive me! Forgiv- HaaAah! "
( Micah thrusts into Abel, slamming him into the ground with each movement. Groping at his cool skin beneath the folds of his skirt, he can't get enough of him. Taking the waist tie from the dress, Micah stops briefly and binds Abel's wrists together above his head, the unfastened fabric falling off his body, framing it.
Against the floor and under Micah’s control, Abel feels incredible. Swinging his legs around Micah’s waist to pull him into him deeper, bringing his bound hands around Micah's neck. Trying to kiss him, yet moaning too much to do it properly.)
M” (whispering into Abel’s ear) you belong to me now, not to the God you have forsaken. You're all mine. "
( his words go straight to Abel’s dick, now about to come)
A” aahh-ahh, Micah- Ah!"
M” Abel.. haah, come with me, now."
( Thrusting hard into Abel as he comes, Micah moans into his shoulder, sinking his teeth in, hard enough to draw blood. Funny, that tastes strange, too. Licking it up, Micah pumps Abel's cock as he comes, triggering release for both of them. Thrashing around, Abel manages to free his wrists, throwing his arms around Micah's shoulders, passionately kissing him amongst moans and gasps. Filling up with a sweet warmth, tremors shake through Abel’s body, coming onto Micah’s stomach, and the fabric of his dress. )
(The two collapse side by side on the ground, their labored breathing seeming to echo through the apartment. Rolling to face him, Micah kisses Abel softly. )
M”you know I would rather make love to you than the characters you make up, right?
A” shut up, you were really into that. "
M” haah, maybe.”
A” well, we're not going again. ( he winces, moving his body) That floor hurt you know! "
M” since when has pain actually bothered you?"
A” touchē. Whatever, be good and carry me to the bed, will you?"
M” of course. "
( Micah scoops up Abel gently and carries him. Micah places him on the bed, moving his fringe aside to kiss him softly, then turning- before Abel grabs his wrist to stop him leaving. )
A” wherever you’re going… it can wait. I want you here. "
(Micah can barely believe his ears, so he silently obliges, getting under the covers. Abel turns and holds him, his face buried into his chest)
M” I love you too, Abel."
A” fuck off. Go to sleep. "
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#writing#ocs#abel oc#micah oc#IDK HOW TO WRITE IM TRYING SO HARD GUYS#i have another fic that i dont think im brave enough to post. a micah uke fic for fun. imagine that in ur brain until i am more brave
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Uh, genuine question, but what should non vegans and/or non vegetarians do to be respectful of vegans and/or vegetarians?
And also, a second more specific question, i get that unless the person has actually said something, irl wise it’s generally kinda dumb weird and probably a bit rude to go out of your way to avoid any mention of meat as food in front of a vegan/vegetarian, but online, where the rules are obviously different,
would it be good practice to tag posts that are about or mention meat or other animal products being used as food? Because i imagine even if you don’t care it just might get a bit grating? Like when you keep having to hear a bout a fandom you’re apathetic about
Again, promise this isn’t mocking or anything, these are genuine questions, 🙏 i just believe that similar to religious beliefs, veganism/vegetarianism shouldn’t be mocked and instead respected
None of this is dumb or weird! I think it's nice that you're trying to be mindful.
Personally, I don't think tagging for meat or animal products or stuff like that is necessary. I feel like 99% of the fast food ads I see on billboards or commercials is more obnoxious than like someone posting a pic of their dinner and talking about how good it was.
Tbh the only content I actually see on Tumblr that bothers me In A Vegan Way falls into one of two categories.
Exploitative Animal Images: idk to me this ranges from like mildly annoying to hellish. I feel like a lot of images of animals clearly in distress or in unsafe circumstances get passed around as memes a lot here and it's genuinely kinda disturbing. I mean obviously pictures of living animals captioned with something obnoxious about the kind of food you want to turn them into is one example.
Other stuff would be like videos of wild animals in domestic settings where they don't belong (I hope I never see another pet sugar glider video in my entire fucking life tbh) or like otherwise in captivity under CLEARLY shady circumstances (those tiger farms for example). Otherwise stuff like videos of people scaring their pets bc they make funny faces or silly noises about it. A lot of this stuff is pervasive in Internet humor or like cute animal pages and it can be easy to overlook but I think it's worth being critical of thinking about the circumstances animal content is produced under. Tbh I think this is a good internet rule in general - esp when it comes to meme images of violence and stuff like that.
The other category is probably more obvious and the thing I most frequently block/unfollow people over - please don't reblog weird anti-vegan propaganda. I feel like I don't really have to worry about this from you, anon, since you're clearly approaching from a respectful place but there's been what feels like a significant uptick in anti-vegan content couched in progressive language on this site recently.
From blatant misrepresentations of what veganism means to holding vegans solely accountable for stuff everyone does and/or corporate marketing, to weirdly hateful and defensive screeds - there's a LOT of really popular bad takes going around. And some of it is truly wild and really shows how little people read a post before reblogging it - a couple years ago I saw several majorly popular blogs on Tumblr reblogging an anti-vegan post that had lines about the "occult implications" of veganism buried somewhere in the text and it nearly drove me insane. More mundane examples would be the recent rise of 'vegans love to pollute with fake leather bc they're ignorant babies' type posts. A lot of these don't even have to be outright hostile to be annoying, but they all fundamentally fail to understand what veganism is about. It's not a health movement or an environmental movement or a 'lifestyle' movement - the #1 concern of veganism is animal rights.
Not saying there aren't overlapping concerns like environmentalism that can be used in the messaging, but at the end of the day whether something is good for your health or for the planet is a secondary consideration to 'does this system harm a living being unnecessarily.'
Anyway I hope that was a helpful answer!
Thanks for reaching out! Have a good one!
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Uh oh. I found out how to search for like, the posts where ppl are trying to low key talk shit and censor words. Like m/rcer for Mercer etc.
This is just so dangerous for me cuz I’m so guilty of going and scrolling through years of posts just to make myself feel upset. Does it matter that it’s only a tiny handful of inconsequential strangers talking shit? No. Does it matter that everyone is entitled to their opinion and i shouldn’t let it bother me? No. It’s a self hatred thing. I scroll and I read and I feel Bad. I feel bad that other ppl can touch something I love so much with their hurtful words and hands. I hate that ppl watch the same pixels I do and take away something so toxic.
UGh it’s like a different kind of doom scrolling and I legit just didn’t know how to search for it until now and now I do I can’t unlearn it. I guess my only solace is I just scrolled back to like 2021 in one sitting so it’s not like there’s much to read. And it’s a good thing in many ways they go out of their way to tag it like that. That is the nice way to … be …. Idk not nice haha. Theyre talkin shit in private at least.
Cr is something I consume in such a private way and it’s such a bastion of safety and comfort and familiarity it’s like if someone walked in my room and started dissing the paint colors and my bed. Like leave me alone haha. But of course millions of ppl are experiencing that same bed and same wall colors and they’re not all going to like it or find comfort the way I do. And of course objectively that’s okay. But also it’s so hard to not be like “ur WRONG”. Hahaha. Leave me and my comfort thing alone!
Also tho thank you for going out of your way to not rub it in ppls faces that’s genuinely kind.
#it’s just like why do I do this to myself#this is like when I found out the cr discourse and disk horse tags existed#dooooom scrooooollll
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You have a few posts about how Oramas arc is literally the same if you enslaved her or not and I wonder how would you rewrite it/her?
Oo this is a good question thank you! What really bothers me about Orana is that when working for Hawke she still doesn’t really seem to have any other choice or agency in what she wants to do, and while she could leave she’s been conditioned her whole life to not see that as an option. In my headcanon I always imagine Hawke trying their hardest to make it clear to her that she’s welcome to stay working for them as long as she wants, but she’s free to move on and they’ll do what they can to support her in finding what she wants to do.
In game I’m imagining this like.. after you hire Orana you can progressively click on her and continue talking with her at the estate, and just generally ask her questions about herself and her life and be supportive (probably with the option to be an asshole boss instead, which I imagine would stop this plotline from progressing). (I’m just now realizing how similar I think an Orana arc would kind of look like Zevran’s arc lmao, as wild as comparing those characters is, I think they’d be in very similar places of latching onto the player character because they’ve never really had agency before). And then if you’ve done that consistently then near the final half of Act 3 you could get some kind of very mini side quest from her. I feel like it could really be a lot of things as long as it sets up as moving forward with her life. Like idk maybe she tells you she always loved baking and you can help set her up getting a job doing that, or maybe she tells you she has family or friends still back in Tevinter and you can talk to a couple of people to help her reunite with them. And at the end she tells you she’s going to move on and thanks you for your help and whatnot. And ofc this is all entirely optional/contingent on you interacting with her so if you don’t do this I guess it could play out like it does in canon with maybe a line or something about her leaving Kirkwall with Bodhan and Sandal at the end of the game bc I do worry about her and would like to know that she ended up okay
As for what happens if she’s enslaved, that’s a tougher question. Mostly bc I think Bioware shouldn’t have made that an option if they weren’t going to deal with it more significantly but I think that would require a way bigger rewrite than what a little chosen choice in a side quest for a character a lot of players miss on their first time would conceivably have, so in the spirit of what I think DA2 actually could have done, I think I’d keep what actually happens with Orana more or less the same (so, you know, just kind of being there. Maybe safer than when she was enslaved a crazed blood mage but separated from her family with no other real options. And then maybe Hawke could have a line in DAI mentioning she left kirkwall with Bodhan and sandal too bc like I said I like to know she ended up okay) but with more reactions and consequences from everyone else.
So obviously a sizable approval hit from the companions (I would say sake of the way the game works everyone in the party, but that doesn’t make SENSE to me bc everyone is going to find out later and react to it, so fuck it absolutely everyone. Maybe not Carver and Bethany if we pretend that nobody told them. I don’t care this is the only choice in the game where that happens). I do like/find it interesting that a diplomatic Hawke can minimize rivalry by arguing that she doesn’t have anywhere else to go so we can keep that. Fenris should leave your party or mayyyybe I could buy him staying with high enough friendship or rivalry, but you take a big rivalry hit/all of your friendship swaps to rivalry (like Merrill will do in her act 2 quest) and he breaks off any romantic relationship with you. Not totally sold on that but I am compelled by the super fucked up “companion goes along with things totally against their values” rivalry path dynamic you can get in like the Anders rivalry. Idk tho. Anyway beyond that I just think it needs to be a thing they bring up and not let you forget about it! I’m willing to buy that the champion is an important enough figure that they’re able to get away grievous crimes but “the champion literally participated in human elf trafficking” is a thing people would bring up. Leandra should comment on it (she does but weirdly permissively), Bodhan should ask about it, people should whisper about it in the hanged man, companions should DEFINITELY bring it up in their high rivalry cut scenes (that’s one of the bigger asks bc it would involve having a separate version of a cut scene depending on one decision but I feel like they could record a line that gets included or not). You could even have either Orsino or Meredith (whoever you side against) bring it up at the end of the game to point out that Hawke is a fucked up person too. If there was space to do a little more with it I’d like to see the city elves and the dalish being resistant to interact with you and maybe even have a fight at some point with a group of vigilantes trying to attack you bc you are, well, literally a known slaver. Idk it’s a tough balance. That all simultaneously feels like too much hinging on one choice in a side quest and not enough given what’s actually going on but something like that idk! Actual consequences that show people remember the things Hawke has done
#AND SHE WOUDLNT CALL YOU MASTER/MISTRESS OH MY GOD#I GET THAT IT WOULD FEEL A LITTLE WEIRD FOR HER TO CALL THEM HAWKE BUT THE SERAH AND MESSRE TITLES ARE RIGJT THERE. YOU INVENTED THEM FOR#THIS GAME
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We need some aster angst :( I love our babies but I neeeed it! Like her doing something :( and she’s trying to apologize but every time she’s in the room Harry gets up and leave :( he goes for the kitchen or the bathroom pretending he’s busy and on one hand she wants to just corner him and blurt it out and hug him and kiss him and show him how sorry she is but on the other hand she feels like she’s being too much on him and bothering him :( and it isn’t helping when every time she’s around him he huffs :(! Idk what she’d do but it’s not something with her parents (but they are defiantly the root of it) like maybe they jussst moved in so they are getting used to each other and she does his laundry for him even though he has told her a couple of times to not do it cause he doesn’t want her to do anything and he thinks it’s ridiculous but when she sees his basket full of clothes and full of shirts she’s dying to wear she just does it and she folds it up all nicely and puts it in his wardrobe and she’s happy that she’s doing something nice for him and is just giddy thinking about when he kisses the top of her head telling her how she shouldn’t have done it but he’s thankful like he said the last time she did it for him and she’s all 🥺🥰 but once he’s looking for the basket asking he where it is and she tells him she did it he is irritated “why did you do it? I told you many times not to angel” even though the sweet pet name leaves his lips he doesn’t sound as sweet :( and she’s explaining herself that she saw her favorite shirt and thought might as well do it all but he’s getting heated and just thinks she thinks she has to do these things for him to love her and he hates it he hates that her parents made her feel like if she wasn’t offering anything she wasn’t worthy of the love she’s receiving idk something like that
aster angst makes me soooooo:( it’s always so hard to write for me but I do love when it all comes together:( maybe it’s a little closer to h feeling frustrated bc she’s really trying to do everything in the house after they move in together and like that honeymoon phase of :)we live together now:) has worn off and like she’s going to class coming home and trying to clean up from their breakfast and then she also goes to the library and comes back and is trying to make dinner and clean up and do laundry and there’s not a second where she’s not going going going and honestly the whole reason he wanted to live w her is to spend more time w her ofc and she’s just not letting him and it’s when he tries to help and like he cleans up their breakfast mess before he leaves for her she’s all pouty like :( h:((( why are u doing this:( and he’s ?????? And it just starts picking at both of them bc she thinks that’s what she’s supposed to do her mom always was the one cleaning and cooking and keeping house so y/n kind of mentally prepared herself to fill that role when she moved in and now she’s worried that she’s not doing enough or not doing it right and then it triggers her anxiety and h just keeps getting frustrated bc now she’s like taking it up a notch and trying to emulate exactly how he had things when he lived w Mitch bc that’s how he liked it right??? And she gets upset when he tries to help and it’s just like…all the stress of the move and now he’s worried ab her and she won’t talk to him and honestly all the paperwork that goes into registering Evie to live in the house is such a bitch so he’s just….not happy and it’s easier for him to get a little huffy and put distance between them than to yell at her or snap like he knows he has the tendency to do so it just ends up being a lot of y/n now taking on the responsibility of making Harry happy and trying harder around the house and h trying to offer help but is dismissed and ahhh!!!! I can see it all coming to a head and soft of soft kissing and making up and getting to really enjoy living together again
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i hope this isn't intrusive but your tags on wanting friends just really hit home to me. it feels like the kindness of strangers/acquaintances should be a reassurance, like its a demonstration that im, like, not pariah or something, but it just stings? can't even vent to the ppl who mildly care because they've got friends, and theres no catharsis in sharing because even saying/admitting it feels like asking them for it. n e ways sorry if this didn't make sense feel free 2 ignore lol
no it isn’t at all, don’t worry! yeah, that’s also how i feel. all of that tbh. esp the part about venting. and feeling like i would be guilting people into offering reassurance. i know i’m not like, the only person in the world with feelings but your message really surprised me because i’ve been carrying so much shame over feeling like this?
i feel like i should be more grateful people are nice to me and i shouldn’t say i feel sad about people not caring about me in that specific way i want. sometimes i wish i was more satisfied with what i have and then… other times i just want. to share in the kind of friendship i see other people have. to not feel like people caring about me is dependent on what i can offer or contribute you know? i just want that closeness. but i also feel like i’m the reason i don’t have that. like maybe there’s something i’ve done wrong, am doing wrong, will continue to do wrong. but i also also feel like i should have it anyway, in spite of me being the way i am.
i’ve had a rough time in recent months, especially, with making friends because i think i misinterpreted people’s actions or maybe i didn’t, but instead did something wrong and they just pulled back because of that idk. at first i thought i was overthinking but the more time passed the clearer it became that something definitely changed. most days it doesn’t bother me but sometimes it does and i feel so ashamed of being affected by it.
anyway, i wish you didn’t feel the same because it absolutely sucks 🥺 but thank you so much for sharing and i do hope it gets better on your end ♡<3
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okay i haven’t really been Talking about it here bc all of my word vomit is on twitter (or towards my poor friends who probably deserve a Break) which really it shouldn’t be i do NOT want to become a fandom twitter but that stupid algorithm...... i need to get off anyways
i’ve had so many thoughts about this season - both good and bad - and i could go into a whole thing here and that’s the point to this blog but i ALSO know lots of people are so over hearing about this show (and tho, tbf towards myself, i am a star wars blog and that’s already tragic and embarrassing on its own LMAO) so idk. I’ve just felt weird.
I also suppose I feel weird about people’s reactions to people who enjoy the show? Like it’s this whole “well, what did you expect, idiot?” which is just. Not necessary. Like, for myself, I went in knowing something would bother me bc that’s been a constant for all the seasons and it became so uncomfortable and upsetting and worst in s3 (I will never forgive the absolute assassination of Hopper’s character). So personally I went in not being as hyped for this show as for Kenobi, but then I watched the first 8 minutes preview and it got me excited as it felt like we were going back thematically to the mystery-horror shit of the first season, which is exactly what I wanted.
And honestly tbf I am surprised that for some reason my brain has grabbed onto this show so much bc like. Kenobi’s right there. Giving me all I ever wanted. And there was only one episode that really bothered me, so? Whatever. Not the point.
But yes, I did get attached to the new character who I knew from the beginning would be offed. And so I was unsurprised it happened. But honestly seeing the reaction of people going “It’s a bad show with bad history, what did you expect?” to people is just. Mean? Yes, there’s a lot of bad but some really amazing things too, and in this day and age where a lot of media is disappointing, do we really need to kick people for trying to enjoy something? lmao
So like. I feel odd bc I knew going in there’d be disappointment (super surprised and glad there was still a lot I enjoyed) so I didn’t expect a lot, but like. Does that mean I should be rude to people who are really upset by things? No. And we have to remember not everyone consuming media is a millennial and that some people are attached to it for a variety of reasons, including growing up with it. (Nvm all the queer people with genuine reason to be interested in it.)
And yeah, like I said, I knew I’d be bothered by something. The fact that that something also happens to be caused by something I knew was going to happen seems silly, and Yet. That doesn’t make a difference? Feelings don’t care about shit like that, and yeah, originally bc I expected it I wasn’t as bothered - like I cried a lot for this season - but actually. Now I’m more bothered as time went on bc I feel like, once again, a story did a character (many characters tbh, don’t talk to me about how annoyed I am with what they did to my other blorbo) dirty, and poorly. And it feels weird bc I have this knowledge of “what did you expect” which is. Yeah, I did expect it, doesn’t change anything? Still feel upset, like genuinely upset now.
It sucks to have creators who do things that feel unnecessary or even mean-spirited towards something you enjoy, esp something important to you (whether you want it to be or not), but it’s also kind of really crappy that, just bc someone isn’t enjoying the media and thus is like “Well, it’s been bad this whole time!” that they’re comfortable just. Being kinda rude. Like yeah, we know. And I get it’s just a joke and yes, it’s fair, but also just. Kinda crappy. There are blacklists and block buttons and muting you can do y’all. idk
I woke up in a weird funk I suppose. Also I feel bad for become an ST blog rn, I’m sure my brain will latch onto something else in time. Like always, I tag everything so, you know. Use the blacklist lmao
#liz.txt#some st spoilers under the cut but mostly me just thinkin thots and emoting or smth#liz vents#maybe? idk tags man
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i’ve started talking to someone else and we talk through our problems because we tend to argue but there are some things i don’t like that i’ve talked to him about but there’s no change and idk if i should wait until i meet him in person(met him on a dating app) to pick up his vibe or if i should just call it off now. he says in he’s in love with me, he’s talked about a future with me and overall he’s sweet but idk if this is is a “me” problem or an us problem or just a him problem thag can’t be fixed or if i should be more assertive on my boundaries..? like when we argue, he acknowledges when he’s wrong and apologizes but there are somethings i call out and there’s no change. at the same time he feels everything deeply, which is fine but that means that when something bothers him, he shuts down and i have to be the one to initiate talking it out. every single time. i kind of feel alone in that way.. idk what to do.
greetings
so you’re at the beginning of your relationship, you’ve yet to meet in person, arguments are already happening, and he can’t communicate with you when something bothers him? it doesn’t sound worth it to me to carry on or wait until you see him, especially if you’re already feeling uneasy about it/don’t like some of the things he does. the guy i recently dated would also shut down when something bothered him, and that’s something i cannot handle anymore.
if you’ve already shared your boundaries with him, then they need to be respected. i don’t think you should have to remind him of what they are and especially not more than once if you already have. furthermore, he’s said he loves you already… how did that feel? i believe the way an i love you, i miss you, etc feels to the person receiving it can give you your answer (depending on the circumstances. if it’s a bad/unhealthy/unsafe situation then those words shouldn’t matter)
sending you love
p.s. you can always message me too if that would be more helpful 🖤
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i don’t have money to keep taking my cat to the vet rn. im going through a tight spot financially and only a couple weeks ago i spend like 300$ taking her and my new cat for a check up and bindi’s bloodwork came back fine. and i was so relieved. and i thought ‘at least i don’t have to worry so much about her health for a bit’. but now it’s started to become difficult to get her to eat again and i asked the vet if she was having more mouth pain bc the spot where her tooth was removed seems to be bothering her, but all he could tell me was that it hadn’t closed the way it should have but shouldn’t be causing her too much discomfort?? idk. i’m overwhelmed. a lot’s happening right now that’s left me with a lot of hurt and this on top of that is just.... i feel like i’m gonna lose all will to live if something happens to her. /when, inevitably, but yknow you hear good news from the vet and you think things’ll be okay for a while. at least on that front.
and the whole writer’s strike thing has just left me feeling so hopeless and dispassionate about my career and education, and i just feel isolated and yet it’s hard for me to even be around people lately and like. what even is my plan. i mean truly. even if i pursue a career i want, what do i like... want. out of life. what does a future look like for someone who doesn’t want to live with family forever but also finds it so hard to even try to figure out a way to have a romantic relationship, and yet wants some kind of emotional safety net of someone u can rely on to go through life with you. idk. i shouldn’t even still be typing but i can’t sleep and i can’t find a distraction and i can’t stomach concern so i also dunno why im going through with posting this but i just need to put words out into the world, i guess. i just dread living so much. and i try to find small joys to help cope with that and remind myself that that’s how u get by, writing, hanging w friends, a movie im looking forward to seeing, whatever, but sometimes ur thoughts catch up with u and it’s just
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And finally, we are at “Gorilla Warfare”
I’m about to be so annoying rn
(So I watched this one with my wife a while ago—well watched as in she glanced back and forth between her game and this episode [this is sort of also where I skipped an episode by accident] and while she didn’t have too much to say, her facial reactions were priceless. This was her first ever episode of Beast Wars and it was an interesting experience to both watch the episode and her visual display)
Anyway…here is/was my thought process:
Yay music!
That my wife promptly started to tune out with and I felt I had to skip (she’s not a huge fan of this kind of music but that’s okay, I just listened to it later for posterity)
You know I would really love to see how they would render this area with modern CGI, like what would the plants look like now? The flowers?
I don’t think you could have found anyone less inclined to want to come with you on a mission like this Optimus, but I also couldn’t imagine someone less inclined to watch Beast Wars than my wife, so here we both are trying to get people to try new things. And here comes grumpy boy!
My wife’s eyes flew wide at the sound of Dinobot’s voice, but I suppose it is jarring for a newcomer? I don’t remember ever being bothered by it, so idk. Her expression was hilarious.
“Still, you stop to smell the roses…or whatever.” Such…eloquence, my dude.
I appreciate this exchange differently than when I was younger. Initially, I just liked the back and forth between them, but now I can better reflect on Optimus finally being able to do the job he WANTED to do, even for a little bit, and why that’s so important to him. Like, I feel you, it sucks when you have to do another duty that wasn’t really in your wheelhouse but now you’re the only one able to handle it for now (like running two classrooms consecutively for weeks at a time when a teacher just up and leaves with no emergency lesson plans *sobs at the memory*)—anywayyyy. He’s finally able to do research/exploration, and isn’t that great? And I can understand where Dinobot’s concern is coming from, because he knows his former group and none of them are very lax about their shit disturbing. There’s no real reason why he shouldn’t be on edge.
(Time-stamping at 2:16 for myself because I didn’t pause to write this down when I watched it)
I love how sassy this little debate is getting. These two characters bounce off of each other really well. It’s not that I don’t like how Rattrap and Dinobot have their interactions (and I adore the range of their singular VA putting in such awesome performances) but there’s a certain something about the way these two interact that makes me understand why this is a special episode for many.
But…is there a purpose for “blasting” it out, Dinobot? Impatient much. Just dig it out! Move a rock like Optimus does. Like…nuance dude. Patience. Chill for .02 seconds (or nano-cycles, whatever).
Battle-edge? Guy is just a scientist who wants to look at the plants. Oooh, would he normally be a (bit battle savvy) botanist if given the chance? Is he the Ellie Sattler (yeah yeah she’s the paleo-botanist whatever, Dinobot is a fuckin featherless raptor, plant boy go brrrr)
Or did you mean battle-edge 😏 (I jest but I don’t. I know what this episode means to a lot of people, hell I think I saw why at this point and all I’d seen so far is Optimus going “chill for a minute and look at some plants” and Dinobot just being like “D< no.” and then he participates anyway)
That yell startled the shit out of my wife and she looked at me with such affront I had to pause because I burst out laughing so hard.
And then I started laughing harder again at the “dinner salad” remark.
(Also the how it spreads it’s seed line…if no one has been juvenile once about that line I would be shocked)
But aww poor Optimus, he was just ready to get fully into science mode and Scorponok has to go ruin it.
Cue whatever…firing skill all that was.
Oh no, Dinobot!
Oh no, Optimus!
And now you hit him…(my wife side-eyed once during this scene)
I do note, Dinobot does say Optimus a lot in this tone for how far along we are in the show, worries over him in many a dire situation…yeah I think I’m getting it.
Cheetor…while I think everyone (including you) needs a round of shooting lessons with Rattrap (who looks like he may be your most accurate shot), I think Dinobot is feeling guilty enough without your input. This is just exacerbating his moody outbursts (oh! He really IS a poor little meow meow!)
Just going to preemptively say that while it is best they waited, the estimated explosion time/area seems a bit off
Scorponok definitely screwed this up but I guess they are lucky he ends up being more accurate with his antivirus, and not just as botched as the virus itself.
I do love Cheetor’s unwavering belief in Optimus. It’s adorable. On the other hand, Dinobot seems intrigued by the change.
Megatron monologues. Yes.
Hmm…Optimus and Dinobot having the same idea. Of course, no one likes grumbly boy’s plan. Even now, I find that he can both be worried and totally blasé about Optimus’s possible demise absolutely hilarious. And that whole little “fine by me” part.
Wow, Optimus is super strong. Threw them all off of him.
And, well, what an awed and pleased expression you have there Dinobot. While everyone is just watching Optimus have no chill with fear and concern on their faces. (My wife began to purposely find swarms in Project Zomboid at this point)
I will say I was very confused about the change Dinobot had in how the mission would play out but I could see this playing out in a few ways: he intended for Optimus to just, well, die, and to take over a functional band of Maximals, rather than losing others, he saw this working if Optimus was still able to think as usual but just hold on to that aggressive core but now—since he just lost it on all of them—it’s clear the plan is shot, or he saw what happened and after his initial interest, became concerned for Optimus’ welfare and abilities as a whole and realized what a shit idea this was. Idk, two of these options fit and make no sense in different ways, while one seems logical but I feel I’d need more evidence to back it up, and I feel like if I were to really delve into this scene in the episode, I’d actually need to watch certain other scenes again to get a better idea. I’d love to see what others think, but not sure how many would be interested to talk about it.
Dinobot trying to calm Cheetor and think like Optimus is a sort of interesting change to his usual method. Sure it doesn’t work, but I think the trying shows some character growth, and I can appreciate that.
I do feel flat out saying where Optimus was going was dumb on their part though. There were other opening options for negotiation they probably could have taken.
A nod to Optimus’ strengths as a leader and the necessity for them to come up with their own plan in the meantime. More growth!
If one of them could do this much damage…once again I’m thinking maybe the Predacons are lucky the Maximals weren’t prepared, or as bloodthirsty as they.
HE JUST PINNED HIM LIKE A BUG TO A BOARD OMG
Yay, the flower trick!
As I mentioned above, the explosion seems delayed based on their previous worries.
But Optimus is saved with the antivirus and they’re able to book it out of there.
And then…
Dinobot looking after him, “taking a shift” or not, the throat clearing sound, the “back home, or back to normal” “both”, the smile, the flower…it’s touching, it’s sweet, it’s…
It’s very gay of them. I see it. I sigh currently, and admit, I now ship it.
My wife didn’t care. She said she was just confused as to why there was a Brooklyn rat there, and that the voices were…very 90’s of them.
Having said that, my wife’s final statement: she hated it. But…she sat through it with me. Just like I do for all the god awful B horror movies she likes to watch
I on the other hand loved it. There are a lot of fun elements in this episode, a lot of getting to know characters for who they are and who they aren’t.
By far my favorite rewatch episode so far.
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