Tumgik
#the tag is plagued and we don't complain
rewh0re · 1 year
Text
2:55 AM
Ft. Itoshi Sae
Got this idea and i just had to write it because why not. Anyways. Reblogs + feedbacks are highly appreciated!!
Tumblr media
It's late. It's way past midnight and you both should be sleeping instead of sitting on the sofa with your heads in your hands trying to figure out how to get out of the problem at hand. You tried your best to sleep but the persistent buzzing of your phone due to the incoming notifications left you sleepless.
"I thought we were careful enough," you took your phone in your hand, opening Instagram only to be spammed by notifications that said you were tagged in several photos and comments by random accounts. There were also thousands of follow requests from said accounts.
"We were careful. They just get their way every single time," Sae had talked to his manager a few hours ago about how a picture of the both of you had taken the internet by storm.
You were out for a date with Sae after his recent victory. The picture was taken after the date when Sae had kissed you under the street light beside an empty park or at least what you thought was an empty park. When you first saw the picture trending, the fans did not yet know who you were, you were still an unknown person who seemed to be Sae's significant other. Within a few hours however, they had found out your name and your account and since then you were on the receiving side of several hate comments and a few supportive ones.
'Sae can do better.'
'They aren't all that.'
'ugh Sae, leave them and date me.'
And other such comments were plaguing the picture. You got several such DMs too that honestly made you feel a bit down and you weren't feeling your best after seeing these.
But along with these there were also a few supportive comments that asked the people to leave you both alone and show you some respect and that it was Sae's choice who he dated and if he was happy it was enough. These comments made you smile. People could be bitter as well as sweet, you concluded.
"What's wrong with the people commenting all of this bullshit? Don't they have anything better to do in life?" Sae's eyes narrowed as he scanned through the various comments and captions.
"This was bound to be the result once our relationship was made public. I'm not complaining, some people can be weird about their idols getting into a relationship," you sighed as you silenced your phone and kept it on the coffee table. This was definitely not good for your mental health as you already thought about Sae finding someone better, probably some pretty fan of his. These thoughts plagued you at night.
"Don't you dare think about me leaving you or something. Don't you let these petty jobless people make you think that you're anything less than perfect for me," Sae held your hand as he seemed to catch on your troubling thoughts. He somehow always knew what was going on with you. Somehow he could read you like an open book. His eyes told you how much he loved you and how important your presence was in his life.
"I'll try Sae. That's the only thing I can do right now. Anyways, these will die down with time. We should sleep now. It's late," you kissed his cheek as you got up from the sofa and headed towards your bedroom.
You stopped midway through, as you noticed your boyfriend was not following you. Instead, he was still on the sofa and it looked like he was deep in his thoughts.
"Aren't you coming? Let them be, as I said it'll die down--"
"I'm gonna make it public first thing in the morning," he turned around to look at you, a serious look in his eyes.
"Sae..people already know, there's no need to--"
"No no, I'm gonna confirm it in the morning. It's been long enough. I'm not doing this for the media either, I'm doing this because I cannot keep loving you in private any longer. I'm tired of always being so on guard with you when we go out," he interrupted you yet again as he closed the distance between you both, now standing in front of you with your face in his hands.
"Sae.." you started but you honestly did not know what to say.
"Are you okay with that?" He looked deep into your eyes as if he was searching for your answer in them.
"Okay," you let out a little laughter as you pecked his lips and broke away from him. "But for now, please, please come to bed."
And true to his words, the next morning you were tagged on Sae's official Instagram post which was a picture of you kissing his cheek as a small, barely there smile was plastered on Sae's face. You smiled a little at the post, not caring about the incessant buzzing of your phone.
'I love you a bit too much' read the caption.
Tumblr media
737 notes · View notes
teapartyspilled · 1 year
Text
Homebound - Chapter 12
Pairing: Alhaitham x f! ex scholar reader
Notes: After the events of 3.5 patch. It is after Tighnari and Cyno visit Mondstadt for Windblume. If you want to be tagged in the story, please DM me or let me know in the comments below for the latest chapter!!! I had so much fun writing this chapter BTW. And I am so thankful for the support and love you guys have been showing this fic. I now have 100 followers!!!! *cue party music* I thought this was the best time to release this chapter. I have been receiving so much love for this (and some hate to but well.. we will focus on the positive). Thank you. Don't relax yet though ;) There's still some loose ends that need to be tied. MNDI please.
Trigger warnings: Angst, anxiety, academic expulsion, death, murder, blood, violence, experimentation, prison, toxic relationships, sabotage, smut, panic attack, mental trauma, institutionalization, depression, HEAVY SMUT, overstimulation, jealousy, oral (female receiving), sex without a condom,(will add more as the story proceeds).
Tumblr media
Chapter 12 - Coward
<;< previous chapter | chapter list | next chapter >>
Al Haitham's POV
As they walked through the desert at the crack of dawn, Al Haitham was walking behind the group, his thoughts preoccupied with the upcoming journey. He glanced over at Kaveh, who seemed to be fascinated with Benben, the unusual primal construct. Al Haitham couldn't blame him; Benben was unlike any other construct he had seen before. Tighnari, on the other hand, acted like a mother hen towards Jeht, making sure she had enough water and rest for the journey.
Al Haitham couldn't help but think about (y/n) and what her plans were after they returned to Sumeru from Aaru village.
Al Haitham took a deep breath and walked up to (y/n), who was walking beside him. "What are your plans after we return to Sumeru?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
(Y/n) looked at him and smiled. "I haven't really thought that far ahead," she admitted. "I suppose I'll just continue with my work at Dragonspine and help out with the other projects I guess."
Al Haitham nodded, trying not to let his disappointment show. He’d just met (y/n) again after months and now it seemed like she’d be leaving Sumeru again soon. "That sounds like a good plan," he said, trying to sound encouraging.
“Thanks, how’s work been for you?” She asks.
“The same old. Can’t complain much.” He shrugs. “I like having limited responsibilities.”
As they continued walking, (y/n) remarked, "You haven't changed much since the last time I saw you."
Al Haitham couldn't help but chuckle. "Externally, perhaps," he replied, "but internally, I've changed quite a bit."
Al Haitham smiled, trying to hide the fact that her words meant more to him than he cared to admit. He may have seemed the same, but internally, his thoughts were preoccupied with her. He found himself distracted by thoughts of (y/n) throughout the day, and his dreamless nights were now plagued with her image.  Although it may appear to an observer that he had not changed, Al Haitham knew that he had transformed internally. His interactions with (y/n) had made him more introspective and had allowed him to see the world from a different perspective. He found himself using his knowledge to try to understand the complexities of human emotion and behavior, and he was constantly challenging his own assumptions and beliefs. He couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth.
Instead, he chose to use more intellectual language to describe his feelings. "My psyche has undergone a significant transformation," he said, "as a result of the myriad of experiences that I have had since our last encounter."
(Y/n) looked at him quizzically. "Care to elaborate?" she asked.
Al Haitham took a deep breath, trying to articulate his thoughts. "I have been reflecting on the nature of existence, the impermanence of all things, and the fragility of life," he began, "and in doing so, I have come to appreciate the value of the present moment and the importance of living life to its fullest potential."
He looked at (y/n) and saw that she was listening intently. “And what was the catalyst that brought this change?” She sounded curious.
You. His mind didn’t hesitate to answer but he couldn’t admit that out loud. His pride wouldn’t allow him to.
"I suppose it was a culmination of various experiences and interactions," he said evasively, "including my travels and interactions with individuals like yourself who have provided me with different perspectives on life."
(Y/n) nodded thoughtfully. "I can see that," she said. "You seem more...aware, I guess."
Al Haitham smiled at the compliment, but his mind couldn't help but dwell on the fact that his awareness had been heightened ever since he met (y/n) again.
“I am glad for you. I guess in some ways the both of us have grown.” She smiles. “And I am sure this change in you is appreciated by Kaveh as well.” She giggles.
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that.” Al Haitham grumbles as he thought about how he punched Kaveh two days ago. He brings it upon himself to change the topic of the conversation. “It's been interesting traveling with Jeht. She’s certainly kept things lively."
(Y/n) nodded in agreement. "Yes, I've enjoyed getting to know her as well. And Benben is quite the character, isn't he?"
"Indeed," Al Haitham said, relieved that the topic had shifted. "I've never seen a primal construct like him before. He seems almost... sentient."
"It's fascinating, isn't it?" (Y/n) said. "I've always been interested in the interactions between constructs and humans. There's still so much we don't know about them."
"I can imagine," Al Haitham said, feeling a sense of admiration for her curiosity and passion for knowledge.
As they continued walking, Al Haitham found himself enjoying the conversation with (y/n). It felt like they had picked up right where they left off, despite the months that had passed since their last meeting.
As they walked further, the landscape around them began to change. The sand became softer, and they could feel a gentle breeze blowing through their hair. They knew they were getting closer to Aaru village. As they approached the village, they saw two figures walking towards them. It was Dehya and Candace, who had come to greet them.
"Welcome, welcome!" Dehya exclaimed, embracing (y/n) warmly. “I am glad to see that you’re unharmed.” She lets go of her. “Next time, if you want to venture into the desert and I completely understand if you’d like to ditch the snooty scholars, you let me know. Got it? I will travel with you.”
“Hey… who are you calling snooty?” Kaveh glares at Dehya.
“Now now, Dehya before you start riling them up, let’s have them rest for a bit shall we?” Candace smiles.
“Fine. But you have to tell me what you’ve been up to.” Dehya grins at (y/n).
Candace led them to a small house where they could rest for a while. "Make yourselves comfortable," she said, gesturing towards a pile of cushions. "We'll bring you some food and drink."
Al Haitham sat down and let out a sigh of relief. The journey had been long, and he was grateful for the chance to rest. He looked around the room and noticed that there were many artifacts and books on the shelves. As they waited for their food, Dehya sat down beside (y/n) and asked her more about their adventures. Al Haitham listened intently, enjoying the stories and feeling a sense of camaraderie with the group. They were all travelers, adventurers, and seekers of knowledge, united by their thirst for the unknown.
(Y/n) then encourages Jeht to tell her story. Al Haitham knew that the young girl had been through a lot but he wasn’t aware of the extent of trauma inflicted on Jeht. As she finishes her piece (y/n) looks at Dehya and Dehya nods.
“Jeht…” Dehya speaks to the girl. “I know it is hard for you to trust people again. But know this, you will always have a place in my crew. You can stay with us for as long as you like and you are free to leave whenever.”
“Or if you’re looking for a change, you can always join us forest watchers.” Tighnari chimes in. “I could always use some extra hands.”
“You can also always stay at Aaru village for as long as you like, Jeht. I am familiar with your father and he has helped the village many times. We could always use someone like you to help protect the village.” Candace smiles softly at her.
Jeht looked conflicted. Al Haitham could clearly see it.
“All of this are great options.” He clears his throats. “But I believe we need to consider Jeht’s wishes as well. She knows what she wants and I believe she can make that choice for herself.”
Everyone nodded in agreement, and Jeht looked grateful for Al Haitham's words. She thanked them all for their kindness and said that she needed some time to think about what she wanted to do. (Y/n) gave her a reassuring smile and told her to take all the time she needed. They all spent some time talking and laughing, sharing stories and enjoying each other's company. It was a much-needed respite from their journey. Al Haitham’s mind flickered back to the scroll’s he had uncovered about the eternal oasis. He thought about all that he had learned and all that he still had to discover. The desert was full of mysteries, and he was eager to uncover them all. But for now, he was content to rest, recharge, and enjoy the company of (y/n).
------------------------------------------------
It had been a few days since their return from Aaru village, and life in Sumeru city had resumed its usual pace. (Y/n) had checked into a cozy inn, where she spent her days organizing her notes and preparing for her next adventure. She had promised to visit Jeht often, and had already made plans to return to Aaru village in a few days.
Meanwhile, Al Haitham, Cyno, Tighnari, and Kaveh had found themselves at the familiar tavern, sipping on drinks and exchanging stories. As he sat with his companions at the tavern, the topic eventually turned to their personal lives. Tighnari, never one to mince words, asked Al Haitham directly, "So, what's the plan with (y/n)?"
Al Haitham took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding. "I must admit, Tighnari, I have yet to formulate a concrete plan of action. As an intellectual, I understand the importance of honest communication in any relationship, but I fear that broaching the subject of our previous encounter may only serve to complicate things."
Kaveh and Tighnari exchanged a knowing look and groaned in unison. "Al Haitham, you're overthinking this," Kaveh said. "You two clearly have a connection, and avoiding the topic will only create more tension between you. You need to trust in (y/n)'s ability to handle the conversation and be honest with her."
Cyno nods. “I agree with Kaveh. You let your whoremones get the best of you but now you need to be civil and take action. Whoremones, get it? Whore – mones. Because as per Kaveh you’re a whore and it connects with hormones.”
Tighnari groans again. “Please, Cyno. Stop.”
Al Haitham listened to his friends' words carefully, weighing the pros and cons of their advice. He knew that they were right, but his intellectual mind couldn't help but analyze the situation from all angles. As they bantered back and forth, Al Haitham found himself lost in thought, considering whether or not it was even appropriate to bring up the topic with (y/n).
He wondered if she had moved on from their previous encounter and whether bringing it up would only serve to open old wounds. His desire to be honest and forthright warred with his fear of rejection and the possibility of ruining their friendship. In the midst of his internal musings, Cyno's remark brought Al Haitham back to the present. He sighed inwardly, grateful for the lighthearted banter that provided a brief respite from his inner turmoil.
Kaveh spoke up, addressing Al Haitham directly “You’re a pain the ass. I’ll admit to that. You’re annoying and you’re self-absorbed and as I mentioned before even as a funghi I would have more emotional range than you do. But despite all of this, I never took you for a coward.”
“I am not a coward.” Al Haitham disagreed with his roommate. “I am just rational and I am thinking the best possible outcome for two individuals in a situation that presents itself like this.”
Kaveh rolls his eyes. “I know that one of the topics that Haravatat Darshan students learn is linguistics and I also know that like most people from the Akademiya, you know more than twenty languages but what I didn’t know is that you also spoke stupid.”
Tighnari snickers. “Now that is a good joke.”
Cyno just huffs at Tighnari’s remark.
Al Haitham couldn't help but feel frustrated by his friends' lack of understanding of his thought process. While he appreciated their honesty and humor, he knew that their approach was not always the most rational. He took a moment to collect himself before responding to Kaveh's remark.
"Kaveh, I assure you that I am not a coward. I am simply trying to approach this situation with a level head and a consideration for (y/n)'s feelings. I understand that my actions may have hurt her in the past, and I want to ensure that any further discussions are handled with care and respect."
Tighnari raised an eyebrow at Al Haitham's response. "So what's your plan then, genius? Are you just going to sit around and overthink everything until the opportunity passes you by?"
Al Haitham shook his head. "No, of course not. I am simply taking the time to carefully consider my approach. I will speak with (y/n) soon, but I want to make sure that she is in the right headspace and that I approach the conversation with sensitivity and thoughtfulness."
Cyno rolls his eyes. "Alright, alright, we get it. You're the rational one. Just don't wait too long, or else (y/n) might be swooped up someone else while you wait.”
“What do you mean?” Al Haitham furrows his brows.
“You know you’re not the only influential male in her life, right?” Cyno explains. “How do you think (y/n) got so strong and resilient to survive in the desert? Do you think that was Jeht? How did (y/n) survive on her own till she met Jeht?” Cyno smirks as he sees the wheels in Al Haitham’s head spinning. “Have you heard of Diluc Ragvindr?”
“The current head of the Ragvindr clan in Mondstadt, Master of the Dawn Winery and the wealthiest man in Mondstadt.” Tighnari grins as his eyes meet Cyno. “What about him?”
“Well, Lisa told me that instead of working in Dragonspine over the past few months, (y/n) was helping Diluc with a personal project for Dawn Winery… now if we were to connect the dots…..” Cyno muses. “I guess that explains the identity of (y/n)’s teacher.”
Al Haitham considered the information that Cyno had just revealed to him about Diluc Ragvindr and his potential connection to (y/n). As he processed this new information, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of something unfamiliar in his chest. He analyzed his emotions carefully, realizing that it was a combination of surprise, curiosity, and a slight tinge of concern. While he was not prone to jealousy, Al Haitham was a logical thinker and recognized the potential implications of Diluc's involvement in (y/n)'s life. He wondered what their relationship was and how it might affect his own chances with her. However, he refused to let his emotions cloud his judgment and resolved to approach the situation with a level head and a rational perspective. He knew that he needed to gather more information before making any assumptions or jumping to conclusions.
“Well… I should call it a night. I need to work on this new project. Seeing Benben has given me new inspiration.” Kaveh’s eyes sparkle.
“Alright then, let’s head home.” Cyno nods.
As the night drew to a close, the group got up from their table, paying their tab and preparing to head home. Al Haitham found himself feeling a bit annoyed as he ended up paying for Kaveh, but he didn't want to cause any drama and let it slide. As Kaveh and Al Haitham were roommates, they parted ways for the evening with Kaveh heading back to their apartment while Al Haitham decided to take a stroll through the streets of Sumeru.
As he walked, his thoughts turned once again to (y/n). He couldn't help but picture her in his mind, her hair flowing in the wind and her lips curving into a smile. He felt a sense of warmth in his chest as he thought about her, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a slight tinge of concern. The new information that Cyno had revealed about Diluc Ragvindr and his potential involvement in (y/n)'s life was weighing on his mind.
Despite his rational nature, Al Haitham couldn't ignore the fact that he felt a sense of competition with Diluc. He wondered what their relationship was and how it might affect his own chances with (y/n). Lost in thought, Al Haitham continued to wander through the streets of Sumeru, trying to make sense of his emotions and the situation at hand. As he turned a corner, he found himself standing in front of the Inn where (y/n) was staying. It was a coincidence, but he couldn't ignore the pull he felt towards her. His curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't resist the urge to see if she was in her room.
Taking a deep breath, Al Haitham made his way inside the Inn and headed straight for the reception desk. He asked the receptionist for (y/n)'s room number, pretending that he had forgotten it. The receptionist, who seemed to recognize him as a regular at the Inn, quickly handed him a slip of paper with the number on it.
With a pounding heart, Al Haitham made his way up to her room, knocking softly on the door. He hoped that she was in her room and that he wasn't interrupting anything important.
After a few moments, he heard footsteps approaching the door, and his heart skipped a beat. The door opened, and (y/n) appeared in front of him, looking surprised.
"Al Haitham, what a surprise!" (y/n) said, smiling warmly at him. "Is everything okay? Did you need something?"
"Uh, yes, actually. I was in the neighborhood, and I thought I would stop by and say hello," Al Haitham replied, feeling a bit awkward. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"No, no, not at all," (y/n) said, shaking her head. "I was just about to settle in for the night. Would you like to come in and chat for a bit?"
"Sure, that would be great," Al Haitham said, feeling relieved. He stepped into her room, feeling a bit more at ease now that he was in her presence.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(Y/n)’s POV
"Sure, that would be great," Al Haitham said, as he stepped into your room.
When you heard the door knock, you weren’t expecting to see Al Haitham of all people. Your heart pounded like crazy seeing him in your room. This was the first time the two of you were completely alone after the kiss a few months ago. You weren’t sure if you could keep yourself composed around him.
“I believe you’re preparing to leave for Mondstadt again… is that correct?” Al Haitham takes a seat by the desk as he removes his ear pieces and places it on the table.
“Yes, I am quite behind on my research.” You were embarrassed to admit it. “I was preoccupied with training and building my endurance.”
“Understandable.” He nods. “It is rather too soon for you to leave, no? I was hoping you’d stay in Sumeru for longer.”
 You felt the heat on your cheeks rising as you listened to Al Haitham speak. You weren't sure if it was because of the lingering awkwardness between the two of you or if it was because of the way he was looking at you. His dark eyes were intense and focused, and you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated.
"I...I'm sorry," you stammered, trying to collect your thoughts. "I would love to stay longer in Sumeru, but I don't want to waste any time. I have a lot of research to catch up on, and I don't want to fall behind any further."
Al Haitham nodded, his expression softening a little. "Of course, I understand. You are a diligent researcher and you always put your work first. I admire that about you."
“Plus staying in the Inn isn’t very practical if I am going to stay in Sumeru for long.” You sigh. “It’s easier to shuttle between the two cities while living off a suitcase.”
“Hmm. From what I hear, you haven’t been just living off suitcases in an Inn.” Al Haitham’s voice was low.
“Huh?” You were confused on what he was implying.
“I heard that you’ve been a guest over the past few months at Dawn Winery.” Al Haitham stands up as he walks towards you. “How was that experience?”
You couldn't help but feel a little caught off guard by Al Haitham's sudden change in topic. You were still processing his earlier comment, and now he was asking you about your stay at Dawn Winery.
"It was...nice," you replied cautiously, not sure where he was going with this. "Diluc was very hospitable and the scenery was beautiful."
"I see." Al Haitham's eyes flickered with something that you couldn't quite read. "And did you...enjoy your time there given that you’re on a first name basis with Mondstadt’ s wealthiest?"
You couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy at Al Haitham's probing questions. You didn't want to give him the wrong impression or make things more awkward between the two of you.
"I wouldn't say that I'm on a first-name basis with Diluc," you replied diplomatically. "He was just being kind enough to let me stay at the winery while he helped me.” You stand up now facing Al Haitham. “I don’t understand all these questions. What’s up with the interrogation?”
As Al Haitham steps closer to you, you can feel your heart beating faster in your chest. You're not sure if it's because you're nervous or if it's because you're feeling something more for him than just friendship. When he asks why his questions are bothering you, you step forward and try to compose yourself. "How is any of this your business?" you ask, trying to sound firm and collected.
But as Al Haitham closes the gap between the two of you, you can feel the tension building between you. His eyes lock onto yours, and you can see the desire in them. You can feel the heat of his body and the warmth of his breath on your lips. The scent of sweet wine fills your nostrils, and you find yourself leaning closer to him without even realizing it.
Before you know it, your lips are pressed against his in a deep and passionate kiss. His lips are soft and warm against yours, and you can feel the electricity sparking between the two of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as he deepens the kiss.
The kiss feels like it lasts forever, and when you finally pull away, you're both breathless and flushed. You look up at Al Haitham, and you can see the desire burning in his eyes. "I...I don't know what came over me," you stammer, feeling embarrassed and unsure of yourself.
“Don’t” He whispers breathlessly. “Don’t think about this.”
You weren’t sure if he was talking to you or to himself as his lips descend on yours once again. As Al Haitham's lips meet yours again, you can feel his hands cupping your cheeks, gently pulling you closer to him. His touch sends shivers down your spine as his fingers trail down along the curve of your body to your hips. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, and it's as if there's no space left between the two of you.
His kiss is intense, filled with a hunger that you've never experienced before. Your hands travel up his chest, tangling in his hair as you press your body against his. You can feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest, and it's as if the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you in this moment.
As you deepen the kiss, you can feel Al Haitham's hands trailing further down your body, pulling you closer to him. You moan softly as his touch sends waves of pleasure through you, and you can feel his lips curve into a smile against yours.
When you finally pull away from the kiss, you're both breathless and flushed. Al Haitham looks at you with a mixture of desire and tenderness, and you can't help but feel drawn to him even more. "I don't know what this means," you whisper, your heart racing in your chest.
"Me neither," he replies, his voice husky with desire. "But I know that I don't want to stop.”
As Al Haitham pulls away from you, you can feel a sense of loss, but before you have a chance to say anything, he pulls you in for another kiss. This time, the passion is even more intense, and you find yourself responding to him eagerly, unable to get enough of his touch and taste.
You feel your head spinning as his hands explore your body, sliding under your shirt and causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. You can feel his arousal pressing against you, and it only serves to fuel your desire for him even more.
Your hands roam over his body, tracing the contours of his muscles and feeling the heat of his skin against your fingertips. You can feel his hands exploring your curves, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through your body.
As the kiss deepens, you feel as though you're losing yourself in the moment. All you can think about is the feel of his lips against yours, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, and the overwhelming desire that's building inside you.
You can't remember ever feeling so consumed by someone, so lost in the moment, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. But as Al Haitham pulls away from you again, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and tenderness, you know that you want more.
"I need you," you whisper, your voice husky with desire as you take off your shirt, hoping he’d take the hint.
As you remove your shirt, Al Haitham's eyes widen slightly, his gaze traveling over your bare skin. You can see the desire in his eyes intensify, and your heart races with anticipation as he reaches out to cup your face with one hand.
His touch is gentle and tender as he leans in to pepper kisses along your neck. You gasp softly as his lips brush against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His touch is electric, and you can feel the heat of his body against yours as he continues to kiss you.
You close your eyes, lost in the sensation of his lips on your skin, and you can feel your desire building with each passing moment. His touch is so intense, so overwhelming, that you can't help but surrender to him completely.
As he continues to kiss you, you feel your body responding to him eagerly, and you can feel your arousal building with each passing moment. You moan softly, unable to contain the pleasure that he's bringing you, and you can feel his lips curve into a smile against your skin.
As Al Haitham's lips continue to work their way down your neck, you feel his big palms cupping your bare breasts, sending a deep need of being touched shooting through you. Your nipples are hard under his ministrations, and you hold back moans of pleasure as he continues to explore your body with his hands.
You can feel his fingers tracing the curve of your breasts, teasing your nipples with gentle strokes. The sensation is electric, and you can feel the heat of your desire building with each passing moment. You arch your back, pressing your body closer to his. “You react so well.” He whispers.
His touch is so intense, so overwhelming, that you can't help but surrender to him completely. You let out a soft moan as he begins to massage your breasts, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can feel your arousal building to a fever pitch, and you can't help but crave more of his touch. But as Al Haitham continues to touch you, to explore your body with his hands and lips, you know that you want more. You want him to take you, to claim you completely, and you can feel the heat of your desire burning inside you like a flame.
“Haitham…” You gasp as you feel his tongue brush over your nipple.
“Hmm?” He stops to look at you.
“I want to touch you too.” You tug at his shirt.
Al Haitham smiles at your request, his eyes filled with desire. He quickly removes his shirt, revealing his toned torso, and you run your hands over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin against your fingertips. You can feel the hardness of his muscles under your touch, and you can sense his desire growing as you explore his body with your hands. You gently push him to your bed, straddling yourself on top of him as you felt his smooth skin that covered his hard muscles.
As you continue to touch him, Al Haitham leans in to kiss you again, his lips hungry and demanding. You can feel the passion building between you, and you know that you both want more. With a sense of urgency, you begin to unbutton his pants, eager to feel him against you.
As you continue to explore Al Haitham's body with your hands, you can feel the heat of your desire growing. You lean in to kiss him, your lips meeting his with a hunger that can't be denied. His tongue meets yours eagerly, and you can feel the passion building between you as your hands continue to roam over his bare skin. You can't get enough of him, and you begin to kiss him everywhere you can, trailing your lips over his collarbone, up his neck, and to his ear. You nibble gently on his earlobe, savoring the way he responds to your touch.
As you continue to kiss him, you can feel his body responding to you eagerly, and you can feel his arousal growing beneath your touch. You reach down to stroke him, feeling his hardness against your fingertips, and you can't help but feel elated with how he responds to your touch.
Al Haitham's hands move to your hips, pulling you closer to him as you continue to explore each other's bodies. You can feel his need for you, and you know that you want him just as much. You straddle him, feeling his arousal pressing against you, and you can feel your own desire building to a fever pitch.
As you moved your hips against Al Haitham's hardness, you could feel the wetness between your legs growing. Even though your cunt was still clothed, the friction of your movements against him was enough to make you feel like you were on fire. You could sense the desire building inside of you, and you knew that you wanted him more than anything.
As you continued to move your hips, you could hear Al Haitham groan with pleasure. He could feel the wetness of your desire against him, and it only fueled his own arousal. You could feel him getting harder against you, and you knew that he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.
With a sense of urgency, you began to grind your hips against him, savoring the way that his hardness pressed against you. You could feel your own wetness growing, and you knew that you were close to the edge. Al Haitham's hands moved to your ass, pulling you closer to him as you continued to move against him, the heat of your desire building to a fever pitch.
Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. You leaned in to kiss Al Haitham passionately, your body wracked with pleasure as you came against him, your wetness coating his clothed erection. Al Haitham groaned with pleasure, his hands gripping your ass tightly as he felt your wetness against him. You collapsed against him, your body still quivering with pleasure as he held you close.
You feel him lay you against the bed as he kisses you gently, waiting for you to come down from your high. As you lay there, still catching your breath, Al Haitham's kisses trail down your neck and chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands move to your pants, slowly unbuttoning them and pulling them down your legs, along with your underwear. You feel exposed and vulnerable under his gaze, but also incredibly aroused. He stares at your nakedness, taking in the sight of your glistening pussy. "You're dripping," he says with a low growl, his eyes dark with desire. His finger brushes against your slick slit as proof.
You moan softly, feeling a surge of desire rush through you. "Please," you whisper, "I need you."
Al Haitham smiles, his fingers trailing down your thighs. "I'm right here," he murmurs.
He leans in to kiss your inner thighs, his lips and tongue leaving wet trails along your skin. You moan softly, your body responding eagerly to his touch. His hands move up your body, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he kisses his way towards your center.
Al Haitham's lips and tongue explore every inch of your inner thighs, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. You gasp as his thumb brushes against your sweet spot, your clit, and continues to rub on it with just the right amount of pressure. Your head falls back as you writhe under his touch, moaning his name in ecstasy.
As his fingers join in, slowly inserting two fingers inside you, you feel like your body is being consumed by electricity. The pleasure shoots through you like lightning, and you crave more of his touch. Al Haitham's fingers move in and out of you at a tantalizing pace, hitting every spot inside you that drives you wild. As Al Haitham continued to move his fingers inside you, you could feel the pressure building once again. You were so close to the edge, and you knew that you were going to come again. You writhed against his touch, your body desperate for release.Finally, it was too much to bear. You came hard, your body wracked with pleasure as you cried out his name. Al Haitham's fingers continued to move inside you, prolonging your pleasure as you rode out your orgasm.
As you lay there, panting and gasping for breath, you knew that you had never felt anything like this before. Al Haitham had awakened a desire in you that you had never known existed. You see him lick his fingers and smile devilishly. He spreads your legs open blowing softly on your clit. You writhe under his touch, unsure if you want him to stop or to continue. The intensity of his touch and the pleasure coursing through your body is almost too much to handle, but at the same time, you can't get enough. You look down at him with pleading eyes, begging him to continue.
Al Haitham just smirks up at you before diving in between your legs once again. His tongue flicks against your clit, sending jolts of electricity through your body. You moan loudly, your fingers clutching at the sheets beneath you as you try to hold on to your sanity.
Al Haitham's tongue explores every inch of your folds, swirling around your entrance before returning to your clit. His fingers join in on the action, slipping inside you once again as his tongue works its magic. The dual stimulation is almost too much to bear, but you can't help but let yourself go, surrendering to the pleasure.
You feel the pressure building once again, and you know that you're going to come again. Al Haitham senses it too, and he intensifies his touch, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony. Your body tenses, and then you come, hard and fast. Your back arches off the bed as you cry out his name.
But Al Haitham doesn't stop. He continues to pleasure you with his tongue, driving you towards yet another orgasm. Your body responds eagerly, the pleasure building once again until you're screaming his name as you come yet again. And yet, he doesn't stop. He continues to push you over the edge, your body wracked with pleasure as you experience another orgasm.
Finally, when you're completely spent, Al Haitham pulls away, a satisfied smile on his face. You're left gasping for breath, your body still tingling with pleasure. You look up at him, and you finally understand that he was being serious when he said he was knowledgeable on the art of giving pleasure.
Al Haitham looks down at you with a smirk, his eyes filled with desire. "You're such a good girl," he nods, his voice low and husky.
You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, your body still tingling with pleasure. "I don't know if I can handle anymore," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.
“I know you can… just one more… please.” His eyes sparkle with desire. “One more, (y/n)..”
You nod. “Go easy on me, please…” You pant. “You’re too much.”
But Al Haitham doesn't seem to hear you. Instead, he presses his hard length against your wet folds, teasing you as he strokes the tip of his dick against your clit and down to your opening. You whimper and push your hips against him, but he pins them down, his eyes locked on yours.
"Please," you moan, your body craving his touch.
Al Haitham grins wickedly. "Say it," he commands, his voice thick with desire.
"Please, Al Haitham," you beg, "make me come again."
He doesn't need to be asked twice. With a groan, he spreads you open, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he rubs his erection against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You writhe under his touch, your body eager for release.
As he finally slips inside you, your body explodes with pleasure once again. Al Haitham praises you with every thrust, calling you a good girl and telling you how much he loves making you come.
Al Haitham thrusts in and out of you, his cock making squelching sounds as you drip down all over him. You try to ask him to slow down, but you've lost all sense of clarity due to the overwhelming pleasure building up inside you. His cock fills you up to the brim, making you feel so full and satisfied. His thrusts become rough and animalistic, driving you towards another mind-blowing orgasm. You feel something coil inside your stomach, aching to be released.
"Oh, Al Haitham," you moan, your voice trembling with desire. "I can't... I can't take it anymore."
But he doesn't listen. Instead, he pounds into you harder and faster, his hands gripping your hips as he takes you to the edge once again. You scream his name as you come undone, breaking under him and the pleasure he's giving you. Your cunt spasms around him, milking him as he releases his hot seed deep inside you with a guttural moan. You both collapse onto the bed, spent and breathless.
Al Haitham pulls out of you and rolls onto his back. You pant, trying to catch your breath still high from the pleasure you just received. You could feel the exhaustion, the euphoria and heat in your body. You feel the weight on your bed shift as Al Haitham gets up and helps himself to the bathroom. You hear the sound of water running from the tap, the steady flow of it providing a calming background noise to your thoughts. You're still trying to process what just happened between you and Al Haitham, your mind consumed with the intensity of the experience.
As you lay there lost in thought, you hear footsteps coming from the bathroom. Al Haitham climbs onto the bed again, and you feel him spread your legs and clean your cunt with a damp cloth. You moan softly at the sensation, your body still sensitive from the intense pleasure it just experienced.
Al Haitham speaks up, his voice breaking the silence. "As much as I would like to go on all night, I don't think you're ready for it yet," he says.
Although it sounded tempting, your body screamed in protest. You nod, still trying to catch your breath. "I don't think I can handle much more," you admit, your voice weak and trembling.
He looks at you with concern, "Are you okay?"
You nod again, "Yes, just exhausted."
After a moment, he clears his throat awkwardly. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice hesitant. "I wanted to avoid it, but then you clenched around me unexpectedly, and I couldn't..."
You can't help but laugh at his words, finding his concern endearing. "It's okay, Al Haitham," you reassure him, your voice still breathless. "I take contraceptive potions to regulate my menstrual cycle regularly, so there's no need to worry."
He nods, relieved, and leans over to switch off the lamps, enveloping you both in the darkness of the room. You feel a sense of relief wash over you as he pulls you up to the headboard of the bed and places a pillow under your head. You feel a blanket being placed over you. Exhausted, you only sigh in contentment. You hear the white haired scholar chuckle. Al Haitham wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his body, and you feel his warmth and comfort. You let yourself sink deeper into the softness of the bed, your body molding into Al Haitham's embrace. You take in the scent of his skin, the warmth of his breath on your neck, and the sound of his heartbeat, all of which were bringing you comfort. It felt like you were in a cocoon, safe and protected from the outside world. You couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for the intimacy that the two of you had shared.
As you drift off into a deep sleep, your mind is filled with thoughts and questions about what had just happened, and what would happen next. You knew you had to address this with him in the morning. Would you even find him in the morning? You didn’t know but right now you were too exhausted to think.  But for now, you let yourself sink into the comfort and safety of Al Haitham's embrace, and you drift off into a peaceful sleep.
<;< previous chapter | chapter list | next chapter >>
Taglist - @scarffinn ; @nagisuterus ; @sleep-deprivedracoon ; @whyehnlovesyou ; @tanspostsblog ; @deathkat657 ; @yuuuumiiin ; @smallchild-gremlin ; @oominnieoo ; @annathea-annoona ; @namine123 ; @imnctswife; @scaredpigeons; @kibbly-bibbly ; @kaoyamamegami ; @wishicouldart ; @idk-whatamidoinglmao ; @cyberwebb
232 notes · View notes
thesmpisonfire · 9 months
Text
Okay twt refugees! Hello!
First off: Change ur pfp and put a title on ur blog. We have a bot problem so do anything silly in order to not be blocked on sight
Y'all are welcome to my blog, y'all can mass rb all you want bc tumblr doesn't find it weird. Hide your likes and your following bc we aren't cops no one needs to know everything about you
We don't do callouts here, okay? We don't cancel. If you want to discuss something that has been bothering you, act like someone civilized and use the #discourse and #qsmp neg (as an example) so people who don't like these kind of talks can filter it out. If you want to complain about something exclusively happening on qsmptwt, tag it as #qsmptwt neg so we know it's not a problem that plagues us
We use duo names exclusively platonically, like pacmanduo, smoothduo, ohnanaduo, insaneduo. If you want to ship them, use shipping tags such as pactoiles, felpac, 4max and 4bit. Exceptions to this rule are guapoduo, 4halo and tntduo since both platonically and romantic separation is inexistent at this point in the fandom
Also. We strictly separate characters and streamers, but most of us don't use the Q! to specify. If we talking about the streamers, we make sure to let it be clear when it happens. Also, sometimes we talk about gay sex, get used to it. We also love to assign mental illness to the characters since we see them completely separated from the streamers
Welcome welcome y'all! Make yourselves at home!
138 notes · View notes
Text
Remember this post? Well, I'm continuing that scenario!
Pomefiore with alien Yuu! Not much else to say here, so let's get on with it!
(oh, and @a-small-tyrant wanted me to tag them so, here ya go!)
Vil Schoenheit
Tumblr media
"Vil, that really burns..."
Burns? No, that can't be right. It's just face cream. It shouldn't hurt, unless you have some kind of cut on your face, and he's sure you don't.
You continue complaining while Vil applies your makeup
You kept saying that it hurt, that it felt uncomfortable...
Vil just believes you're being stubborn like Epel
And then you start sweating. That's weird, the temperature hasn't changed at all...
"(Y/N), is something wrong?"
Vil quickly realizes that you are in fact not sweating and wow whatever that liquid is it really stings...
"(Y/N), what's wrong with you?! What is this?!"
"I'm sorry! It just happens when I'm scared or stressed, just don't touch me for a while..."
Vil has no idea what you mean by that.
"You're meaning to tell me this is normal? What are you, a poison dart frog?"
You assume you can't hide what you are from him anymore after this incident, so you decide to tell him.
Vil is a bit surprised, but believes you. I mean, you are currently secreting a toxic substance from your skin which is, to his knowledge, not something humans do...
But you still need to look pretty.
"Hold still (Y/N). I won't put anything on your skin, since it clearly hurts you, but you still need to look presentable. Come on, let's get you dressed up."
Rook Hunt
Tumblr media
Rook, being the stalker he is, keeps an eye on you from a distance. He thinks you look 'unique' and are worth observing
He can tell you aren't from anywhere in Twisted Wonderland the moment he first sees you
After a few weeks of stalking observing you, Rook finally decides to talk with you
"Greetings, Beauté d'un autre monde! Quite the lovely day, isn't it?"
You find him strange.
Not just strange... dangerous.
Dangerous as in you basically enter fight or flight whenever he's around you...
But Rook doesn't care
Or, maybe he's just oblivious as to the fact that you view him that way
Regardless of whether or not he knew your silly little brain saw him as a predator, Rook continues harassing following you around and talking to you
He thinks you look oh so beautiful!
A beauty such as yourself needs protection.
And Rook will be the one to protect it.
"Ah, Beauté d'un autre monde! It's such a lovely day. isn't it? Allow me to escort you to your next class!"
Epel Felmier
Tumblr media
Harveston has many rumors and urban legends of aliens
They steal crops, spread fire blight to the apples, and abduct livestock... or so the legends say.
Epel, upon first seeing you, knows something's up.
You look kinda like a deer, or at least your legs do...
Epel assumes you're fae, because of your legs, horns, and pointed ears.
Somehow you accidentally let slip that you're not of this world...
And, Epel doesn't take too kindly to that information
For a while, Epel refuses to associate himself with you. Along with the abduction of livestock, there were also stories of aliens abducting people, so is that what you were here for? To take him away and study him? He won't let that happen, not on his life.
So for a month or so, Epel avoids you like the plague
But eventually, Epel realizes you're not planning on abducting and studying him. And even if you are planning on that, you're stranded here and probably don't have the equipment to do so
Epel begins teaching you all about apples, since you seem to be just fascinated with them.
"There's tons o' different kindsa apples too. Y'know what, maybe you should come visit my hometown someday, I think you'd like it there! But... I don't think meemaw would take too kindly to ya, so maybe that's not a good idea... don't wantcha spreading blight to our apples, do we?"
209 notes · View notes
lokiinmediasideblog · 6 months
Text
I Intentionally Start Shit in the Loki Tag
If you complain about Sylvie being "harmful queer rep" BUT want "Lady Loki" in the MCU, which was Loki possessing Sif's body just to torment Sif, I need you to sit down and shut up. a. Genderfluid people don't go by "Lady " when they're femme or women. b. If you don't see the transphobic dogwhistles in the comics possession subplot, I don't know what to tell you... But let's say that hag that wrote those crappy books would love it. c. If you weren't aware about this, maybe you should read the wiki at least before giving uninformed opinions.
I definitely agree that they should not have led people on with the promise of genderfluid rep during the promotion of the series. But get mad at Disney/Marvel for that. Not at the writers or Sophia Di Martino that had to cave in to Feige's demands. That's literally what they have to do.
I really don't give a damn about the "autogynephilia" allegations, which again, is ALSO PRESENT IN CIS WOMEN. Like why the fuck should I care about someone finding themselves hot? There's fascists out there. AGP even if it was a trans-specific thing harms no one. The only harm said to come from it is DUE TO FASCISM because it plays into RESPECTABILITY POLITICS.
If you use AI to create a "proper" Lady Loki or love interest for Loki, you can't complain about the blatant product placement in S2. I am not a fan of product placement either and won't defend it, but those are the rules. Show some integrity. And before you ask, I have not given a cent to Disney since they pissed me off with attempts to trademark Dia de los Muertos for Coco.
If you complain about how being a "Loki" is not a role (unlike Spiderman) and how it should have been all 100% Tom Hiddleston, you don't get to call it selfcest as a gotcha, because you're already differentiating between the variants with different DNA. Like do y'all hate selfcest or not? Make up your mind. The series treats a Loki as an archetype of sorts, so it can be a role. Also, having the same name does not make you related because we don't know what Sylvie's parents are? And we don't even know if Sylvie is also a Jotun, a prop claims she isn't.
If you say you want Sylvie dead but claim to not be misogynistic, because you'd love if a specific love interest from the comics or mythology replaced her, STFU. You only like those because you can project whatever the fuck you want onto them.
If you claim Sylvie is a misogynistic depiction of women but salivate over characters written by cishet white men in the 1960s-1980s that made wanting to fuck Thor or being in a monogamous marriage with Loki their entire personality (there's so MANY OF THESE), STFU. Do you hear yourself? And no, it's not misogynistic of me, a woman, to criticize offensive depictions of women by cishet white men. They're not real.
Our MCU!Loki is not the young adult Ikol reincarnation currently. Of course 20-something Verity is not going to be there! The Loki show should be praise for having multiple female cast members around the same age as the protagonist and pragmatic clothing choices that allowed SdM to nurse her baby.
Selfcest isn't real and I cry tears of boredom whenever someone clutches their pearls over it.
The comics aren't perfect. As much as I loved the recent Dan Watters run (and German Peralta's art), the comics art has some very questionable tendencies, especially regarding Loki's nose when she's femme. It's associated with how some kinds of facial features are considered masculine or feminine (and racialized). Noses have no gender, ffs! Women with nose bumps exist! For some reason Loki always has a tiny button nose when she's a woman or femme. There's also the BLATANT physiognomy that has ALWAYS PLAGUED Thor comics since their inception, and Loki's facial features as they've become more "grey" and less evil is an interesting study. Peralta's far from being the only artist with this problem, and is far from being the most problematic. For comparison from Loki (2023) run:
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Loki from ye olden days:
Tumblr media
30 notes · View notes
soloistschornicles · 1 year
Text
⌗𝕬𝖘 𝕳𝕰 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖘…
Tumblr media Tumblr media
〈 🥀 〉⏤ SYNOPSIS. As an attendant, you’ll do everything to satisfy your young lord. Even if things get dirty... 
♔. . .PAIRING. scaramouche x reader
♔. . .FORMAT. oneshot
♔. . .TAGS & WARNING. there's a fluff in it﹔ a slight of violence﹔mention of torture [ leave if you’re uncomfortable ]
Tumblr media
UNLOCK THE STORY WITH 〈 🗝 〉
A raging storm of blizzards and ice floes rumbled over the coast of Snezhnaya. The winds howled and screeched against the rocky cliffs of the icy shoreline, while the waters churned with heavy clouds. 
A few snowflakes drifted down from the grey sky as they whirled wildly into the air and disappeared in the midst of a swirling vortex that was forming before the eyes of those who observed the event. 
Hordes of Military soldiers and different legionnaires came upfront through the whole spectacle. A silhouette of a man was seen from a distance, his vast Kasa is apparent even in the raging white storm.
The Balladeer stood unfazed as he watched his attendant performing the task that they were assigned. 
"Don't lose your composure. We need those for Dottore's demands." The 6th Harbinger interjected.
"Yes M'lord, I shall continue with the procedure." You claimed. With the assistance of your vision, you prolong the swirling vortex on the palm of your hand with ease.
Intercepting all the abyssal-cryo energies stored inside them with precision, it would take just seconds to extract them from their frozen state and place them in the small container placed before him. 
As soon as you did so, the swirling vortex dissipated into thin air like the blizzard around it.
"Done," You proclaimed conventionally, handing the container to the Balladeer.
"Good work, you all dismissed." He said while walking off with an approving nod of his head. He signals the troops to return to their respective post. You immediately went to your master's side, like a puppet on a string. 
Ironic, isn't it? 
"These cryo particles consist of remains of the Abyssal powers. They are very difficult to acquire due to the high density of these energy molecules within each element, thus requiring much more precise handling. What do you think?" Scaramouche's indigo sphere pierce yours. 
You took a deep breath. "Unfortunately, I'm unsure of the specifics, however, I'm sure Lord Dottore would provide the answers that you need." 
You replied confidently. It had become an almost routine thing to reply to him, like a prayer that would be answered. 
"But, I'd be happy to assist you in any way that I could. After all, your wish is mine to grant."
⏤🥀⏤
"M'lord, it would be wise if you're wearing your coat. Your joints would be glazed by the cold climate." With a tender touch, you rubbed the back of your master as he leaned his slender figure to your warm body.
His soft hair tickled your skin, sending chills down your spine in response. 
A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, making you feel small against him as your head lay snugly on his shoulder.
"Such a considerate servant, you are." He spoke low to you, not loud enough for other ears to hear but loud enough that you could still feel his breath on your bare neck.
He wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you closer, holding you securely in the crook of his elbow.
It's not common for Scaramouche to be this affectionate during your working hours, commonly you and your master would be open to affection when you're both at your humble abode, particularly your shared bedroom. Where no eyes could witness your intimate deeds, though, you're not complaining. 
But what brought about such an action? 
"M'lord, has something bothering you?" Your hands reached up to caress his face, smoothing out the wrinkles and creases that plagued his pale skin. His indigo eyes softened under your touch as if he was content with your ministrations.
Scaramouche chuckled, "No, I'm just being sentimental." 
His fingers traced your jawline and cheekbone before they rested on your cheek, cradling the delicate skin in his hand. The tips of his finger lingered for just a moment, tracing over each contour and curve that made your face unique.
Sentimental? You're not sure what to say, so instead, you just hummed and continued rubbing his chin gently, trying your best to soothe him. Your master didn't need words, you understood his silent meaning and knew what he meant. 
"You're thinking too much again," he muttered with a frown and gently brushed your lips with his thumb, a rare act of intimacy. You sighed as his palm met yours in a gentle clasp. "Do not fret too much, my troubles will not last forever."
⏤🥀⏤
A cry of pain and wail of discomfort was heard through the cold cellar. The man in question sat upright, eyes shut tightly in a vain attempt to block out the agony that wracked his body. 
A pained gasp escaped him as he felt something foreign invade his internal organs, making it difficult to breathe.  He couldn’t remember ever having been so sore before.  
His back hurt and felt like it was on fire. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he struggled to get up but found himself unable due to a lack of energy.  All he could do was lie there with his face buried in the cobblestone hoping that everything would go away soon. 
He heard movement above his head followed by a loud clang. A moment later, the door was kicked open. One person entered the room, clad in a purple and black color scheme trench coat.
The man's eyes widened in astounding as he spotted the insignia of a notorious military organization in his hometown. 
"T-The Fatui? What do you want with m-me..?!" The man tried speaking but only managed a wheeze. He gasped in a large breath of air when the stranger roughly shoved his head down into the stone, forcing him to stay quiet for the moment.
"Normally I would indulge in the victim's chattering nonsense, but because of my master's hidden indignation, I should end this quicker." The voice said.
"Master?" The man asked confused. This person looked nothing like any Fatui soldier he had encountered before.
"Who are you?"  The man was genuinely curious. What could this person's agenda be with the man who shackles to the wall?
"Shall I recall the past events? Where you didn't pay off your mortgage, ran and hid away from the Divine's eyes. My master is capable of tracking low lives, but you're an oddity. You were the only complicating factor standing against my master."
The once-cold cellar became electrifying. It felt as if icy daggers were piercing his skin, burning into his flesh. Tears started pooling at the corners of his eyes as he felt his mind being invaded.
It was like a tidal wave washing over him, threatening to drown him alive. His throat constricted painfully, causing him to gag. 
He could feel his insides twisting and turning. The pain was unbearable. The man screamed in agony.  He couldn’t think straight anymore. There were no words coming out of his mouth. He was too scared to speak. 
He couldn’t move. He just lay there trying to focus on not dying. He could barely even breathe let alone speak. It was all the unfortunate soul could do to keep consciousness.
"Now, you shall meet your end."
⏤🥀⏤
"Next time, if you want to wander and do my tedious assignments, ask permission if you do so..." 
Scaramouche drawled as he basked himself into the comfort of your lap, caressing his indigo-colored tresses to soothe his mind's restlessness after a long day on the job as a Harbinger.
He sighed contentedly, feeling the gentle resonances from your chest's steady rise and fall as it supported his head in the cradle of your thighs. Deep within his belly, he hummed languidly. 
"Noted, Scara~" You cooed, ruffling his tousled curls with loving fingers before you gently pushed him off your lap and onto the bed. 
He yelped when you removed yourself away from him, but you only laughed quietly at his adorable whine. He huffed indignantly but settled down nonetheless and closed his eyes for a bit longer. 
As the door was rudely opened, revealing one of your master's lowly subordinates with a lack of manners, your genuine smile shifted to a practiced grin. 
The said subordinate handed out their reported files into your hands without consent and went up to forewarn the Harbinger of the recent events that occurred on the Snezhnaya coastline..
Your lover in question was just lying on the bed with an irksome expression on his face that was about to erupt but was subdued, listening to his underlings who spouted inconveniences that were not his concerns.
"My lord, what's your opinion on this situation?"
The underling waited for your lover's response, but all he got was a lackadaisical motion of his hands, and you knew what the situation was at the moment. 
After placing the documents on the nightstand, you abruptly grabbed the subordinate's arm and dragged them into an empty room containing all of the unique contraptions.
Scaramouche doesn't need any of such a equipment since he has his own electrifying abilities, but you needed it to perform proper procedures on your victims.
The Harbinger simply watched you doing the process with a crazed smile that accentuates his porcelain face.
"That's my love, always attending to my every need."
Tumblr media
108 notes · View notes
the-necrobotanist · 1 month
Text
I just want to get some things off my chest regarding the discord+minecraft server. It's probably stupid but getting things written down is better than keeping it bottled up.
Putting it under the readmore so people aren't plagued by a really long post
The discord.
I really love it, I do. Being on there and interacting with everyone is absolutely amazing and I wouldn't give it up for the world— but my god people need to learn to relax. It just feels like everything that goes wrong is caused by a miscommunication or something that doesn't go across correctly and over time it just grates at ya.
It's something I'm also getting better with myself but at the same time I wish that people didn't automatically assume the worst and go on an immediate self-punishing spree for no reason. Just seeing it happen over and over and over again slowly just.. wore me down. I can only remind people to be kind to themselves so much before I just.. can't.
My other big like.. "gripe" I guess is how I feel when it comes to interacting with people. I just, I dunno— I feel like I'm not a person, just a concept or something foreign. Like I'm something to complain about or something to complain to.
As how a friend describes it— "A name tag without a meaning"
I dunno, I feel like what I've done is taken for granted. I've worked and continue to work my ass off and I dunno, I just feel like people don't think it's enough. Because there's always something wrong you know? Always some sort of drama that causes because of the tiniest oversight and people just lose their minds.
And then, even when on haitus from admin work I came and fixed a few things. I just.. I wish people could see how much work it takes to keep the server running. From not just me, but to the other admins too.
Most of us are busy college students, or hell even High School students. We DON'T HAVE the time to constantly run and manage both the discord and minecraft servers.
The fact that I got the Vanilla one to run at all is a miracle (the fact that it runs so well even more so) and people aren't satisfied with that. I'm sorry that it isn't modded or to your standards but can you at LEAST acknowledge that I and the team are trying???? Please???
I'm just... so tired. So, so tired.
I'm going to rejoin the server eventually, but I don't know if me leaving to cool off made it so I resign from admin or not. I'll cross that bridge when I get there.
For now, I'm just going to begin preparations for my finals and attempt to get some sleep. Good night everyone, and don't forget to hydrate.
- Necro [2/23/2024 / 2:36am EST]
11 notes · View notes
thedoubteriswise · 6 months
Text
Eight TV Shows to Get To Know Me
Rules: list eight shows for your followers to get to know you.
@phileasfoggstiddies tagged me. thanks Gabe! I'm also not sure I have eight whole shows but we'll see
1. The West Wing - my parents loved this show when I was a kid, and my mom decided I was old enough to understand it when I was about 14. we binge watched it on Netflix's mail-in DVD service, which was the only service they had at the time. this happened to coincide with the 2008 election. you can imagine what it did to my adolescent brain.
2. M*A*S*H - reruns were on all the time in the background when I was a kid, but I also used the aforementioned Netflix mail service to watch it in order as a teenager. again, if you've seen it you have some idea of what this did to me
3. The Untamed/CQL - my dearest friend and comrade. my beautiful perfect insane epic fantasy slash political thriller slash romance slash zombie flick. I think I would have perished in the ravaging plague without you and the massive supply of incredible fanfiction you generate.
4. Supernatural - it sucks. I love it. I end up watching it every fall. It's always as bad as I remember. I bonded with one of my best friends watching it. it's the star trek of our generation, and that would be a compliment if I was saying it about any other show. unfortunately I'm saying it about this show.
5. Good Eats - a cooking show? from a person who always bitches about cooking? yes, because every cooking show should explain specifically why you are doing things and how the things you are doing work. why is this not a baseline requirement for cooking shows. I used to watch it every night when I was a kid. at least 40% of whatever culinary ability I possess is down to Good Eats
6. Good Omens - I don't have anything to say, other than this show was designed in a lab to fuck me up.
7. Interview With The Vampire - this was also designed in a lab to fuck me up but in a WILDLY different way. can you believe this show exists? I can't really believe it exists
8. Sherlock - I know it's the done thing to complain about Sherlock. I know we like to pretend it's a bad show. Here's the thing though: I'm not going to do that now or ever because it legitimately slaps like hell and changed my life. it's a work of art and would be a work of art even if it hadn't inspired an absolutely unparalleled online experience and introduced me to several wonderful friends, including one of my very favorite people whose couch I am on right at this moment. Hustle loyalty respect✌️😎
Anyone feel free to do this if you like. I suppose I will specifically make @featuresofinterest, @manhasetardis, @6000yrs, and @finaldiorama responsible for this water bottle if they choose to be :)
16 notes · View notes
milfzatannaz · 1 year
Note
I don't know what's going on
Everytime I go on hellblazer tag there's some post about Danny phantom crossover???
Who cooked up this idea and how we stop it
I feel like my griping kinda got rid of the billy batson plague so what if we just complained really really loudly
7 notes · View notes
stesierra · 8 months
Text
Find the Word tag game!
@dyrewrites tagged me! My words are; gloom, fiery, lie, laugh and fall. I'm drawing from Stitches and Memories.
I'll tag @elizababie, @macabremoons and @anonymousfoz. You can use the same words.
Gloom
Jedan was already standing, nothing but a looming shadow in the gloom. He asked, "Do you need a hand up?"
"Please."
Between the two of them, she got upright, although she was limping badly. Not only had the blister not healed in the night, it had gotten worse.
Nearby, Reza said, "What now? We can hardly walk down the road in the dark."
Antea said, "Well, we'll just have to, won't we." And she shuffled out into the night, the others on her heels.
Fiery
They walked in silence as the golden sun inched into view, casting strong stretched-out shadows that marched alongside them as they made their slow way down the road. The clouds had vanished in the night. Only the very edge of the sky turned a fiery orange that was gone in minutes, like a candle blown out as soon as it was lit. Not long after, a messenger trotted by on a fast brown horse, and he was only the first of many.
Lie
The water was gone, leaving a vast and empty cavern that arched high overhead. At the center of it polished marble walls stood beautiful and sleek, two stories high and curved around some treasure at their heart. They had barely started to crumble, some of the capstones falling to lie like scattered pearls on the granite floor. A door faced them, a perfect circular arch. It beckoned them inside.
Antea took a step back as pain split her head in two. They had come here. They had come--
She didn't remember anything about her father, this time, but she still had the fit. When it was over, Jedan helped her up, and if his hands lingered on her shoulders longer than necessary, well, she wasn't complaining. He didn't say anything. None of them said anything. The silence of the cave was too complete for that.
Laugh
"I've caught the trail," Jedan said. "We can leave now. Antea? We can leave."
Her head throbbed just out of time with the heartbeat that sounded loud in her ears, and her hands shook until they banged into her thighs. She buried her trembling fingers in her skirts and stayed staring at the dusty floor. She said dully, "I woke up here. Right here."
Jedan was beside her then. He said, "Antea."
Her vision was tunneling in, turning the peripheral world to empty shadows. "I was all alone. My memories of the whole last year of my life were gone, as if it'd never happened. I couldn't even remember how I'd gotten there. And there was this gaping hole in my brain. My mind spiraled around it and tore itself apart. I had my first fit. I thought that I was going to die."
Jedan touched her shoulder and squeezed, and she leaned into him and let him steady her shaking limbs.
She said, "There was a letter on my chest. From my father. The lights he'd lit on our way in hadn't died yet, so I could see the words. I want to say reading it hurt worse than anything, but that's not true. Nothing has ever hurt worse than my brain."
"Don't think about it," he urged her. "Don't think about it."
She laughed until her stomach hurt and her breath wheezed. Laughed as the convulsions descended upon her, as memories latched onto the place where her amnesia sat and found a brief foothold. She saw her father leading her through the ruin past dozens of fallen skeletons, telling her of ancient plagues. Nothing but ancient history, my dear, no danger and nothing to fear. Now, if she would occupy herself, he needed just a moment. A moment to do what? A moment to do what?
The memory didn't say.
Fall
Reza slapped at the back of Antea's head. "What are you waiting for? Bring me inside!"
Antea stared up at her, her eyebrows rising. "You want me to take a horse inside a temple?" A horse named Demon?
"Yes, I do! If someone must carry me before the gods, let it be a proper steed and not one of my own soldiers."
Antea shrugged and led Demon over the threshold and into the Gods' House. His shoes clicked on the polished marble floor, and the horse looked around, snorting softly. Antea glanced up and gaped, coming to a brief halt to stare, for the triangular windows that covered the curving ceiling weren't glass. They glowed with transparent blue magic, the same magic that had made up the magic bridge back at the river, and Antea had no doubt they were as solid as that bridge. This magic wasn't something her father would have done. The building had been designed for it, hundreds of years ago. It was awe-inspiring, and a little terrifying, to think of the power that had gone into making those windows and making them so well that they had lasted since well before the fall of democracy.
5 notes · View notes
little-green-lies · 10 months
Note
I can't believe you think they're treating Choni badly this season or that they have bad storylines and especially that they painted Toni as a villain in 708 when she was simply finally granted some perspective and they tackled an issue with their own writing that always plagued Choni back in the high school days, to show how much they've matured. Their content this season is nothing short of excellent.
Okay this is the second time I'm typing this because Tumblr glitched and wouldn't post the first one. I probably typed too much but I really wanted to give you a solid answer. I will try to keep this more succint but I have a lot of thoughts on this so hopefully it posts this time.
I apparently also deleted my first paragraph so I've typed this section out three times now. I do not think they are treating Choni bad this season. My issue is and will continue to be the setting for this season. After two seasons of them not being together they've now thrown them into a situation in which they "can't" be together and that irks me. I thought when we got confirmation that they were soulmates, that maybe just maybe they'd let them be fully happy in the final season. And that is the full crux of the issue, it's the LAST season. I discuss Riverdale a lot more on my main page (which I encourage you to check out because I do speak about this a lot more in the tags of a lot of my Riverdale reblogs) but i actually just made a post stating that I think this may be Riverdale's best season. They opened this season with one of the strongest episodes I've seen in television thus far. Especially coming from a CW show. I do think this season is also shaping up to be Choni's second best season. They've had a lot of solid scenes and Vanessa and Madelaine are giving it their ALL. That being said, forgive me for hoping the last season would be spent wrapping up happy endings mixed with the usual Riverdale drama. I did not go into this season expecting SO MUCH new plot. And if it wasn't the last season, I wouldn't complain as much. That's always been my biggest gripe, it's the last season. That's all. If this was season 5 or 6 and I knew we had 7 seasons, then I would have nothing to say. Because yes, it's given us some really good content. I just don't want it for the finale. They could've tackled homophobia back when Kevin came out to his dad or when Cheryl came out to Toni. I don't want to see my favorite character forced back into the closet because they decided to set us in one of the worst eras in American history.
Now for my villain comment. I stand by that. I do think that scene framed Toni in a really bad light and here's why: Everything she said was valid and yes, it's an issue I've been wanting them to tackle for YEARS. What she said is not what made her the villain. It was the way they framed the scene that I knew would be misconstrued by the people that watch this show and always have a bone to pick about whatever she says or does. Up until that scene, we were led to believe that Toni's biggest issue with Choni is that she lost herself. But all they show that as, is she's given up writing for cheer. Okay fine, drop cheer and go back to writing. Cheryl wants to see her gf but she's not gonna stop her from doing what she loves. However, Toni breaking up with her felt out of left field to me because she's allowed to be her own person AND still date Cheryl. So I figured maybe they were setting it up for the fact that she doesn't like commitment and the other greaser got in her head about Cheryl being a rich girl too scared to come out of the closet. Also a valid reason. But that's not the scene they gave us. What they gave us was Cheryl asking if the issue was because she was white and Toni saying yes. Nothing up until that point had given us any indication THAT was the issue. What frustrated me even further was that they don't even give them room to have a discussion about it. Toni says her peace and leaves and all we get is a shot of Cheryl crying. She clearly cares about Cheryl enough to have pursued her for that long and then she drops her without even having a discussion?? And so soon after they got together? If we had gotten a scene where the difference of their skin was brought up before that (and that could've have been anything from an offhanded comment to Cheryl laughing about something someone says in their presence she didn't know was meant to be a dig) and we see that register with Toni, it wouldn't have felt off balance. Especially since her and Betty get along and she's white. Her and KEVIN get along and he's white. Kevin and Clay are dating and there seems to be no problem THERE. So they can be okay but she can't date Cheryl because of it? It just felt like after they gave us such a strong opening ep regarding race, to then have her drop that with no nuance didn't sit right with me. All of the digs against Toni that we had seen had been because she was bi or at least "queer adjacent" as far as Evelyn was concerned. The only time we see anyone being racist, is when she's dealing with the adults, never the teens. And I knew someone was gonna watch that and say "oh of course the black girl has an issue with her white gf blah blah blah". That's why I said they set her up to be the villain. Not that she was one. Purely based on how that scene was framed. It just felt like it was missing context. And who knows, maybe they filmed a scene and then cut it but either way, it felt off to me and having it not get brought up again until the Black Athena ep just left me feeling unmoored.
4 notes · View notes
bookishfeylin · 1 year
Note
Hi again! Thank you for responding to my question and for being so sweet! <3 I'm new to your blog and have been scrolling through your posts and I feel so seen and safe here.
To answer your question, the reason I think Bryce is a WOC is because her biological father is white and her mother's skin color was never described. Her mother's description is very short and vague (long black hair, dark eyes, full lips) I think SJM did this intentionally to leave it up to the reader's imagination (If it's supposed to be her idea of representation, it's poorly done) But Bryce must have gotten her naturally tanned skin from somewhere, so I assumed her mom was either brown or black. There are only like two artworks of Bryce's mom and she has brown/tan skin in both of them so It's nice to know I'm not the only one who imagines her like that.
Aww, I'm glad you feel welcome here anon!
So based on your response, it seems like there are several issues at work here:
A) Fandom defaulting to view undescribed characters as white. Due to white supremacy nearly all of us (in the west, at least) default to believing a character is white when they aren't properly described. We are raised thinking of white people as the default human being, and sadly this has dangerous real-world ramifications, like doctors often struggling to identify signs and symptoms of some diseases on darker skin, because they were only taught how to do so on white people, and pulse oximeters (what we use to check oxygen levels in the hospital) being more likely to get incorrect readings on darker skin because they were designed with only white people in mind. This combination is deadly in healthcare. It's not intentional malice, it's simply our society so deeply entrenching in us that the default human being has pale white skin that we don't think about developing technology like pulse oximeters that work for dark skin, or expanding medical practices to correctly identify the symptoms of certain diseases on darker skin. It's systemic racism. So yes, we live in a society that teaches us all to view white people as the default human being, and people assuming Bryce and her mother are white when they very well could not be is a minor expression of that.
B) Stans and Sarah alike using Bryce to undermine POC when we discuss the racism in her books. Sarah's books do not... treat POC well. At all. I've discussed Sarah's racism, predominantly in the ACOTAR series, here, here, here, and here, but if you want more stuff about Throne of Glass specifically I recommend checking out @battlestar-royco's old posts tagged anti sjm/anti throne of glass from around 2018 or so. The point is, Sarah is not... well she ain't doing well in the diversity department, and it's one of the main criticisms she receives. And Sarah stans despise any criticism of her books or writing. So when Bryce was described as "golden skinned," some stans used that opportunity to insist Bryce was a woman of color, despite no textual evidence to indicate that, so no one was allowed to complain about the racist writing plaguing Sarah's books anymore. As you said, it may have been purposeful on Sarah's part, but not because she truly wanted to leave Bryce's race up to the imagination--but to deflect any criticism she's faced for her poorly written characters of color.
So it's a multifaceted issue. Bryce's race isn't ever fully elaborated on, so she can be imagined as a woman of color, and the fact that most people default to seeing her as white and pale regardless speaks to a larger culture that views whiteness as the default. But some stans argue that Bryce's mother's race not being elaborated on=a person of color=amazing representation. Which it's... decidedly not.
9 notes · View notes
thehoveringbrain · 2 years
Text
Actually, ok no, let me elaborate my thoughts on this post and the stuff i said in the tags.
Very valid post. It focuses on commercial use of ai generated art by big companies, more than ai art itself. The key here is big companies. I didn't elaborate on that in the tags because yeah i agree with OP's analysis: well said, nothing to add.
Although, when i said "don't blame the tool", well it seems what the original post is complaining about is, really, uh, capitalism? The financial system in which we live? Technology progressed, ai art is now a thing, companies have found a new shiny way to save money.
What i don't agree on at all is the attitude of going "this tool is bad i won't use it anymore for personal use because it's 'morally' corrupt". There's a lot to unpack there.
a) private users and small creators not using it don't affect at all the situation. It's not a very efficient way to protest. Big companies are still gonna use them.
c) by casting a moral judgement on something, you are depriving yourself of it. I have experience in these kinds of emotional evaluations. Ask me about it. They only hurt you, they aren't good. You loose something, in this case potential revenues, access to art, a creative and satisfying hobby,...
b) "cancelling AI".... This form of moralism... it's a cultural tendency of our age that isn't really good for our society. What's essentially happening is that something (ai art) is branded as a "moral evil". Like someone infected by the plague (or sin), interacting with it in any way, shape, or form, is considered dangerous/morally wrong. Just because people are making bad use of AI art generators, it doesn't mean you using it is bad.
Furthermore, on the topic of big bad evil companies. Do you think they aren't trying to save money off their artists even now? Do you think that, without AI, artists will automatically be entitled to fair wages? Nah. There's tons of young art-school graduates that are dying to work for those companies and if one artists complains about not being paid enough the company is gonna point out that they're easily replaceable, by a human. Could it be worse with AIs? Maybe. Are we going toward a future where art-making is akin to a factory worker churning out products at a steady, and non-stop, rate? Yeaaah well you know, i'm a pessimist at heart.
In any case, I don't think AI art should be banned from commerce. It would probably hurt small creators.
But most importantly, damn it, don't let capitalism control your desires, your excitement, your creativity. If you wanna make use of AI-generated images, DO IT. Don't play into capitalism's hand. You don't need to stay morally pure, we aren't pure beings. Don't let others make you feel bad for playing in the mud.
8 notes · View notes
persephinae · 11 months
Text
You know.. I actively block annoying people in the tag, but I'm starting to feel like I need to start blocking the people who constantly complain about the annoying people in the tag
I don't need to be reminded that they exist
You can really just fucking block them
I don't need to be reminded about Annoying Discourse #32 because you think we should all just get along
No. We discussed that in 2013 and it was annoying back then too. We block now, and wish a plague of locusts upon their lands
2 notes · View notes
arcaneyouth · 8 months
Text
ok fuck it. fn@ f ru!n thoughts under the cut. spoiler warning
this post is gonna be half addressing repeated criticisms i've seen while wandering the tags i'm not looking to get into arguments, in fact i barely want people to read this hence no tags, but i also love complaining so that's what i'm doing. no i don't want to actually discuss this even in a respectful conversation don't try i probably won't respond ILUSDHALIUSDH
"the mimic isn't interesting as it has no motivation, william was a better villain" william literally didn't have motivation either. it's ok if you don't find the mimic interesting that's fine but william literally also did that
"you can't understand ruin unless you've read the books" ok this one's complicated because i do think it's fucked up to put lore behind a paywall and i specifically hate putting lore in separate books. HOWEVER, and hear me out here, i don't think it's impossible to understand without the books. i did get some summary of the books from my bestie but i don't remember like. any of it. all i really knew was the mimic existed. the base story of ruin feels. pretty simple? cassie goes to the pizza plex to find gregory. it's not gregory, and instead something using his voice to get cassie to find it. the build up throughout ruin was good because it's pretty easy to tell it's not gregory and it becomes more obvious and a little scary as you go along. the candy cadet will tell you a story about a monster that lived in the basement, listened to the lullaby the mother sang to the boy, and lured the boy down by copying that lullaby. you now understand basically all you need to to understand ruin! again i don't think they should have put the lore in the books, at least not until AFTER ruin came out, but i also think the lore in the books isn't required to understand ruin. so it's complicated
"there's no build up to the mimic in previous games!" i can understand this but i disagree! ever since help wanted came out we have been plagued with questions that weren't easily answerable. we have been turning these mysteries around this entire time. suddenly looking back at it with the context of the mimic makes it make a lot of sense. i've never been satisfied with the answers the fandom came up with ("glitchtrap is afton because somehow he survived on a computer chip that got into the code of help wanted" ....did scrap trap even HAVE computer chips???????????) and i've personally been waiting for a more solid explanation for a while. i believe the mimic has ALWAYS been here in the modern fnaf games. we just didn't recognize it for what it was. that's been a really cool build up to me over the last couple years
also i haven't seen many people actually mention this but i'm quite happy with the idea of the modern games being separate from the originals 👍 the original fnaf lore was convoluted at times and honestly it would've been hard to build off of if they tried to keep following and keeping it consistent. i'm going into the modern games with the idea that perhaps help wanted was serious about scott being a guy who made games that defamed fazbear entertainment and none of it actually happened. i like the idea of the new story being built off of remains of the old one, but not necessarily being in the same timeline. the parallels and connections may be important, but for the most part we are in something new.
and in relation to the above, i don't think the mimic actually saw william do the murders. after all, it was part of help wanted. maybe it's not mimicking the actual afton. maybe it saw everything in help wanted and started mimicking that. this can be debated but if there is proof that it actually saw the murders well i'm closing my eyes and going la la la la la la la especially if that comes from the books because i refuse to believe everything in the books is canon
i don't care if gregory is innocent or not. i'm a big fan either way. i cheered and clapped when i realized he was dropping the elevator ok i love murder
eclipse's entire section felt incredibly ableist sorry i can't enjoy the guy.
i don't think the mimic is afton lite c: i think that maybe that was how it started, but it's evolved far past that. it very much has its own personality (it's childish, it loves candy, it likes the dark, it thinks causing problems is funny) and that feels separate from mimicking william. it could have been the roots, but it's still going with the murders past mimicking afton just for fun and i think that's very babygirl of it
i think the canonically ending of security breach started with princess quest and then they went down to burntrap to make the entity together with vanessa. because we know gregory is the one who made the comics now, i am taking everything that didn't appear as a comic in security breach as a canonical thing that happened. a freddy did get disassembled! we don't know which freddy! everything with burntrap did happen!
1 note · View note
mathsbian · 1 year
Note
I don't know who you or your partner are but I've been seeing your posts in the exorsexism tag and I just want to say that I am going to fight all the anons you're getting. People in queer and trans spaces are so fucking weird about AMAB+AFAB trans people (ESPECIALLY towards non-binary people who aren't transmasc or transfem) in relationships. They show their bioessentialist exorsexist/transphobic asses so god damn quickly it's like it's an Olympic sport to see how quickly they can fall into the most basic of transphobic rethoric. Sounding like a conservative talk show host as opposed to other queer people. You know who also says this shit? TERFs, like straight up TERFs I've seen complain about AMAB+AFAB trans people in relationships actually just being cishet (and they'll complain about some other stupid shit like how they're PiV critical or think that AMAB people are dumb predatory rocks and AFAB people are helpless damsels with zero autonomy or thinking skills). You all like parroting TERFs and conservatives? Is that what they all really want to do, do they have zero self awareness?
Your relationship isn't less queer because of your AGABs and it's so shitty that this rethoric seems to infest queer and t4t spaces like a plague that people refuse to acknowledge.
Also, anons sending this garbage would probably shit themselves at the thought of a trans man dating a cis woman / a trans woman dating a cis man and both relationships being considered straight.
Yep. Trans people can be straight, but are certainly not heteronormative.
And yeah these anons are like. Going fully rabid over the idea that my partner and I are queer, regardless of the genitalia we have.
It’s bullshit. My partner isn’t a man just because they don’t care that they have a dick and like having a beard. They’re as femme presenting as Jonathan Van Ness and everyone loves him! But because I dare to call myself a bi LESBIAN while dating someone who looks like that I’m deserving of some Peak Transphobia. What if my partner was a butch lesbian on a small amount of T to grow a beard and used they/them pronouns? If that would be okay, it’s literally just the presence of a dick that makes my partner not good enough for me to be a lesbian! Which does seriously imply that these anons don’t see pre-op trans women as real women!!
They’re all just blinded by rad//fem rhetoric and can’t see it. I’d be more sad for them if they weren’t being so vile about it.
5 notes · View notes