#(spoilers below be warned)

[nablastria]

「Klaasje」

#disco elysium #spoilers (sort of) #klaasje amandou #disco elysium fanart #warning: ​real spoilers below #SPOILER: this is Klaasje cleaning up the fractured glass after new window was installed #she’s desperately searching for every last bit of broken glass on the ground #those are sparkling shards of death…if they ever found out what she has done

[captainhysunstuff]

A reactionary comic about rereading a fic that I recently recommended that was way darker than I remembered, lol. I still love it for how they pretty much drive each other crazy, but that word choice and the consent issues... *cringes* At least there are valid warnings beforehand, and the first fic was pretty PG. Sorry. *laughs sheepishly*

#drawn by me #my fancomic #sort of a review of a fanfic #Death Note #lawlight #self portrait #Light Yagami #L #aggressive making out #it's just that I'm usually seen as maybe a couple steps below wholesome and felt weird about my recommendations after rereading them #and it was on fanfiction.net so they don't have the in depth tagging system that Ao3 has so there is a bit of blindness #but still thank goodness the author did provide warnings and actually recommended people skip certain chapters #L and Light are NOT nice to each other in Concerto in D Minor to say the least #that and Violins Light are still very influencial for me and for inspiring my love of these two driving each other to the edge of madness #and *spoilers* they don't even have sex in it! the majority of the explicitness is just from violence and non-consensual... torture touch? #it also follows my weird trend of starting off kind of silly to more serious when it comes to tone #and of course driving Light into a horrible crisis~ #sorry for my lack of artistic activity. I'm still in the process of drawing the next installment of my fancomic #but I did wanna do this as a psuedo apology for my recommended fics. I was honestly shocked by how dark/brutal it gets lol #I do still recommend them if you can handle it. It’s honestly not the darkest thing I’ve read lol

[startedwellthatsentence]

“Extremely powerful but ostensibly nonsentient computer runs a simulation of a whole society on a never ending loop, and after thousands upon thousands of loops 1-2 people trapped inside are eventually extracted, even though it’s questionable as to their actual ontological reality.”

Is a pretty fucking specific plot

So it’s weird that I’ve read it twice in the same week.

#spoilers in the tags warning now hopefully this will be long enough to obscure the spoilers #spoilers below this turn back now don’t risk it come one #I meant come on #SSP #SSP3 #Cosmere #yumi and the nightmare painter #adrian tchaikovsky #children of memory #children of time

[01libra]

Notes on saltburn from an oxford uni student bc why not

- using zadok the priest as the opening for this movie of all things is sacrilegious. nothing else more aptly sums up this film’s inflated sense of it’s own importance

- Basing this in brasenose is pure wish fulfilment from fennel who went to a flop pph (permanent private halls) that no one’s ever heard of that doesn’t exist anymore .. stealing that big famous college clout. Not hers to claim 🙄 (sorry I’m a chch alum and bitter)

- Keep getting distracted by how old this “uni student” Oliver looks. Looks like he’s 40 😭

- All the tutorial stuff is 100% accurate though. Oxford vibes for the most part are accurate but not surprising since the film is written and directed by an oxford alum.

- the eating and talking in the college library is upsetting me. Maybe it flew it 2006 but wouldn’t now LMAO

- WHY ARE THEY FOCKING CYCLING IN CHRIST CHURCH MEADOW 😭😭😭 again idk abt 2006 but nowadays you ARE NOT ALLOWED

- “What college are you in mate” 100% authentic first question to ask anybody. “Yours mate” is brutal 😭 hasn’t often happened to me ..

- posh public school kids 100% don’t befriend lower class people I cannot stress this enough. That aspect keeps throwing me off it’s so not the way of things.

- Felix’s eyebrow piercing is putting me off I don’t know a single person of his class demographic with an eyebrow piercing and I know a lot 😭

- ChirpSEEing? I’ve only ever heard it pronounced chirpsing 😭 probs just me being wrong though

- This is literally an upper class fantasy of what the evil lower classes are up to frfr like we are NOT that obsessed with them I promise omggg

- “Only rich people can afford to be this filthy” so real though my college cleaners had to report my Westminster school neighbour in first year for her room being so filthy …

- Why are there no transitions between any scenes in this movie

- Inaccuracy: calling them exams. First year exams are called prelims bruh no one calls them exclusively exams like this film does

- Being able to spot a rental tux from a mile off is real

- Hanging casually in the Magdalen deer park as brasenose students with no explanation as to why they are there ? Sure ..

- Walking across the manicured grass at saltburn ??!! With a suitcase ??? After a year at oxford he would know better 😭

- I rly don’t get why these guys are friends like what do they even talk about … nothing has shown Oliver to be likeable

- The way Felix says “it’s like .. black tie” all bashful. Is so real

- “Lucky for you I’m a vampire” top 10 worst lines in film history

- This film is so evil for making me like the upper class guy more then the middle class guy like … this is a new kind of insidious

- People not knowing Oliver’s name feels overplayed idk like the public school kids at MY oxford college knew my name even if they didn’t like me. Like him being Felix’s friend would ensure that people would know his name even if they didn’t like him lol Oxford colleges are small lmao

- “You’ll eat us from the inside out” fennel announcing what she thinks abt poor people …

- The final speech abt the rich not having any natural predators except one ?? What ?? Poor people ??!!!

- The full frontal nudity at the final scene . Way to hit us while we’re down 😭

#idk what this is but enjoy #saltburn #I mean spoiler warning. duh #but I’m being a hater sorry #the oxford vibes were fun and the upper class commentary is accurate and sometimes funny #until it descends into upper class pandering over the fear of being usurped by those below you .. or whatever #I should have added a read more but I’m on mobile sorry #long post

[peachybuggames]

sooo ive finally gotten around to (binge) playing bug fables after years of knowing of/having it and ive made it very far in!!! like 32+ hours im (minimal/very vauge spoiler ahead) just past the giants lair, actually! speaking of the giants lair, i just have ooone statement when it comes to it:

what the FUCK what the actual FUCK!!!!!

#bug fables #somewhat spoiler-y rants below here be warned #anyways warnings aside #WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUUUCKKK #WHY DID IT BECOME A HORROR GAME ALL OF THE SUDDEN WHAT THE SHITTT #FELT LIKE I STARTED PLAYIN L1TTLE N1GHTMARES OR SOME SHIT WHEN THOSE EYES POPPED UP #one fucking CLIPPED ME and made me fight that stupid spider thing and i gasped so hard i almost choked #like when i saw maki was fighting with us i was at first like 'yay omg maki wahoo yippee 😁😁😁' #then exactly two seconds later i went 'wait a minute 😅😅 why do we need maki here 🙂🙂'and then continued to get my ass beat for 20 minutes #anyways that area is spectacular 10/10 i am NEVER going back #if there's like hidden really good items \_'-'_/ oh well too bad im not gettin em /lhlh #i hate sleeping I wanna play more neow #but also im really close to the end of the game and like. no :( i don't wanna be done :(( I wanna go on more adventures :((( #s okay tho after this i get to chug that Fandom Juice w/o fear of spoilers #and ofc i still got things to do in game #handful of side quests. loose ends to tie up. boss rushes to complete #so i get to keep my silly little bug friends for a bit longer :)))

[fishofthewoods]

saw this in a dream and felt the need to make it a reality

#for real though tears of the kingdom plays with verticality SO WELL #probably some slight spoilers past here youve been warned (mosly map design and stuff) #seriously this game is so good about verticality. ESPECIALLY the new stuff that isnt just copied over from botw #even that though theyve adapted incredibly well with wells and caves and stuff #and the sky islands and the depths are AMAZING examples #the map just feels so incredibly HUGE especially some places in the depths where theres just HUGE cliffs #not evne the floor-to-ceiling ones but like a big chunk of the gerudo region in the depths is WAYYYY below everywhere else #and theres these huge cliffs and looking up at them its like HOLY SHIT. #this game is so good #ill probably make a post complaiming about it at some point because there are parts i dont like #it works better as a standalone game than as a sequel tbh. too many of the mechanics are copied (shrines as one example) #but they also tried way too hard to differentiate them #like just include the sheikah! its ok!! #totk #totk spoilers #tears of the kingdom

[fragrantpines]

I have a lot mixed feelings about the second part of the event.

#it's both good and bad feelings #warning for spoilers below about story so i will take about the grinding stages first #bad: i'm going to strangle cherry with my own hands #what do you MEAN he heals 50% of his hp after his passive aoe hits #excuse my language but what the FUCK #thought second grinding stage would be as easy as first grinding stage but nooooo #as expected of the man who took 120+ pulls and refused to come home #okay story spoilers below proceed with caution #good: i adore loulan's main story a lot; the concept of evil and good which gets blurrier the more someone tries to differiate them is hnggg #also the fact that dongbi is obsessed with catching a-yu is because a-yu is what he wants to be but could never become #a fugitive who fights for his own principles in the shadows; someone who doesn't think twice before following what he thinks is right #he envies that a-yu has the freedom to do what he wants so he's desperately trying to capture him in order to prove to himself that #the path he walked down was right.... even though that costed him so many things.... too many things #meanwhile a-yu envies that dongbi has an identity; a set of principles that he will stick to no matter what #everything a-yu ever wanted was lost in that fire so he has nothing left to fight for #the thrills of theiving and the amusement of this cat and mouse chase is only to distract him from the fact that he will never get- #-what he truly wants for they've long slipped out of his grasp before he realised how truly precious they were to him #ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god i love this event so much it's so good #please read the story with cn dubbing for full immersion it's so so good #now back to the grind for a-yu and shifu #tale of food #the tale of food #▪︎ edits #cherry biluo

[avispraeda]

I'm constantly stuck in the crushing rift between "keep all of your ideas secret and surprise people when they're ready" and "share your ideas-in-progress because who knows if they'll ever be ready"

So anyway if anyone happens to be curious, here's a brief list of current multichapter wips I'm bouncing between like a puppy excitedly taking a bite out of every food bowl around them! They're all TreyRid focused btw lol

The Beach Villa Fic

Rook invites some buddies to one of his family villas in the Sunshine Lands over Spring Break, but the situation spirals wildly out of control and suddenly the whole student cast is involved. Shenanigans ensue.

Been in the works since Book 6 first dropped in JP, a warm-up for MNP chapters that grew and grew and haha oops. Sort of a drabble collection, sort of tied together by an overarching plot. Though it's TreyRid focused, this is a fic where some minor background pairings may or may not also pop up👀. This is a double-edged sword though as it means I have to figure out how to write a lot of people, even if I cut the cast down to a fraction of its size, and that's more or less the main block stopping me from really knuckling down even though the Stitch event in JP gave me ideas.

The Freedom Fic

After coming to terms with some capital-T Things, Riddle decides to take his own path in life and moves out of his family home in the summer of his third year following a falling out with his mom. His summer is spent with Trey's family, where he gets effectively adopted as one of them while working through Some More Things.

Started shortly after finishing MNP. Not really a sequel but definitely influenced by it. Originally just meant to be pure sugary feel-good fluff, and then I went and added angst as per usual. Still mostly just cute stuff though because I like cute stuff and I write for me. Just like the Beach fic, the main block is having to write a lot of people, with the added caveat of trying to cobble together and develop Trey's family. The siblings are the bane of my existence.

The Crossover Fic

A mysterious phenomena overtakes NRC, and while investigating the Heartslabyul crew get whisked away to a strange, blank world. With the help of some eccentric locals, they must find a way home while surviving the wrath of a Queen who should not exist.

My current fic fixation (fic-xation, ha), though who knows how long that'll last. Entirely For ME, the most self-indulgent thing. Not explicitly a crossover in that two properties are colliding, but in that the concept of one is used as the basis for the story with the characters of another. Which property it is is part of the surprise ;) Despite having a decently sized cast with OCs made from the ground-up, the biggest block is actually just plain ol' real life things. Sucks.

Also may or may not be another collaboration! Though possibly not quite as intertwined as MNP and NTYH and again, due to irl circumstances that's up in the air.

Honorable mentions:

The Horror Fic: Trey and Riddle are again whisked away, and must brave a wilderness full of hostile creatures and disease. Meant to be more of a tense survival-horror style romp compared to the big one above. Guaranteed to never see the light of day.

The Trey Fic: MNP from the perspective of Trey, continues beyond the original story and explores his experience with therapy because boy you are not immune to traumatic events. Only exists in notes and one-off scenes. Maybe some day.

The Other Crossover Fic: The only non-ship fic. Omori but it's with Idia. If you know, you know. Only in planning, no actual writing to be had yet.

#the writer's journal #warning for possible omori spoilers at the bottom of the post #it's below 'honorable mentions' just in caser #normally i like to keep this stuff to myself and ramble in dms or group chats of close friends #but for once i feel like if i don't just Get This Out somewhere i'm gonna explode #don't get your hopes up for these btw as i too suffer from the curse of never finishing JACK #but if any of them happen to pique your curiosity......👀

[kindledrose]

just watched nimona feeling FANTASTIC

#hi friend who watched it with me if you see this <3333 i had a wonderful time i hope u did too #i am not good at articulating my thoughts in the moment but my brain was going BOING BOING BOING the whole time because THE SYMBOLISM.... #(spoilers below be warned) #but the metaphors man. it's all about the metaphors #the colors and the dichotomy gahhhh (the black + white + pinkish-orange) #the blend of traditional medieval and modern in the setting because It Is A Changing Era #the fact that every one of nimona's forms was part of her identity! every time she was shown on screen it was very clearly her! #except in those last few scenes where she had Very Clearly Became What People Wanted To See !!! #and not one individual form could encompass her at all! #the mix of Individual People vs The System driving the story #the whole !!! the whole history being based on something inaccurate and one-sided and the walls literally breaking down. #(the fact that i didn't even notice when the director died lmao. i had to think back just now like 'wait what happened to her again') #the queer solidarity though auhhhh #the whole time at the beginning i was like 'OH IT'S BALLISTER ALMOST BEGINNING TO BE ACCEPTED... BUT NIMONA IS STILL TOO MUCH HMM?' #canonically gay & trans characters but they are a representation as well... #anyways. one of The Movies Ever i think #i am so so happy that it did get made!! and screw di sney for that i guess!!! #yeah. watch nimona i guess #i'm sad i didn't get to watch it through netflix though (my family lost the password). but when i can i just kind of want to loop it #so they know yknow #terra is rambling

[allineedisabook-18]

Coming back to Tumblr after being completely consumed by reading Chain of Thorns (just finished it this evening)

(honestly did wonders for my screen time the last two days were both under 2 hrs and currently today is as well)

Anyways if I reblog anything I'll be using the tag 'chain of thorns spoilers' just so you can block that in case 💕

#is aislingeach mé #for obvious reasons i will not tag this post with such a tag so that everyone can see the warning/announcement #chain of thorns #tlh #the last hours #cassandra clare #tsc #shadowhunters #the shadowhunter chronicles #also the first post i'm going to reblog is the exclusive bonus content letter that was in the Waterstones edition #just in case anyone was wondering #(and op kindly put all of photos below the cut so no spoilers if you stumble across it which is so lovely) #but will still be tagging it as spoilers obviously

[booksandwillowtrees]

Did my yearly re-read/catch-up on Paranatural!!

Love having questions answered that I’ve had for 7 years.

#SPOILERS AHEAD IN TAGS #WATCH OUT SPOILERS AHEAD #SPOILERS BELOW BE AWARE AND WARNED #FINALLY WE KNOW WHO HIS MOM IS #OH MY GOS #WHEN DAY SAID HUNE PUCKET #JUNE PUCKETT #I WENT NUTS #NUTS #THE BEEF WINE TALK ENDING #HE KNOES #AND DAY BEING THE BABYSITTER IN THE FLASHBACK #HELLO???? #IDK IF WE WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE REALIZED THAT BUT I DIDNT #AND PETER AND AMY FLIRTING #HELLO?!?!?!? #<pretend that tag is like even more uppercase #also little Isabel made me cry #which was rude #pnat #Paranatural

[xtremeservers]

Warning: The below story contains FULL S... https://www.xtremeservers.com/blog/fallouts-original-creator-weighs-in-on-new-vegas-timeline-debate-from-the-show/?feed_id=137615&_unique_id=6622f8b508616&Fallout%27s%20Original%20Creator%20Weighs%20in%20on%20New%20Vegas%20Timeline%20Debate%20From%20the%20Show

#PC #Reviews #Below #contains #Fallout #Full #Prime #Season #spoilers #Story #streaming #Warning

[goldensunset]

what is bro talking about in these journals???

#ok first of all: uhhh cave ins??? cave in warning??? that doesn’t make me fear for my life at all #at least the main area zero is still open and you could theoretically soar all the way to the bottom #but like we are so so far below the earth’s surface now in a secluded zone #i truly don’t see why carmine isn’t protesting this idea #kieran and briar are too busy being insane to be afraid #and SECOND OF ALL #‘while investigating the hidden treasure i found myself suddenly transported to a great height’ #’near a lake that smelled of sulfur. based on temperature and humidity i believe it to have been the eastern lands i’ve read about’ #’and there a child gave me a white volume…’ #??????????????????? #literally what does any of that mean. turo was on acid or something #the sv dlc experience #sv dlc spoilers

[sunkissedrafe]

bffs w rafe and he’s obsessed w you. wakes you up by sneaking into your room and yall do stuff 🤭

Locked

summary: the request above!:)

word count: 3.3k

(SPOILERS) warnings: somnophilia(sleeping), dubcon, p in v, fingering, male masturbation, secretive photos, breaking and entering, unprotected sex. MDNI!

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

You really don’t know how it all happened the way it did.

The way Rafe took you under his wing all those years ago. The way he’s constantly glued to your side, going as far as attending parties full of pogues, sticking out like a sore thumb while he marches around, grabbing you another beer when you need it or shooing away the belligerent drunk men trying to hit on you.

Things like this aren’t the norm.

Boys like him just aren’t friends with girls like you. He’s used to a life of luxury; boats, tropical vacations, the most expensive clothes made of materials you can’t even pronounce.

You consider yourself lucky if your water isn’t shut off when you got home after a long day of sweating and panting in the heat.

But the world works in crazy ways, and Rafe Cameron is your best friend.

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

The two of you sit on the edge of your bed, controllers in hand as you peer up at the screen with wide eyes.

“No, no… Rafey!” You squeal as the screen flashes, letting your head drop down, your hair falling across your face with a huff.

He chuckles smugly. “What, kid?” He nudges you with his shoulder, a sly grin written across his face and amusement laced into his voice.

“You said you’d let me win this round.” You mumble, dropping the controller onto the plush rug below your feet.

“What the point in that?” He laughs as he pushes himself to stand. “Like… how would that even be any fun?” He moves in front of you and nudges your forehead with his fingers so that you look up. You trail your gaze up to his own, his blonde wispy hair brushing his brows. “Quit bein’ a baby.” He gives your jaw a light, playful tap.

You flutter your eyes at him before giving him a scowl, falling onto your back and staring at the ceiling as his footsteps audibly trail across your room.

You hear him fumbling with something near your window and turn your head to the side, raising your brows as he turns around holding your planter with a cactus you’ve nearly killed from incorrectly watering it.

“Look at this poor thing,” he chuckles, turning the planter around and examining the plant. “You’ll never have a green thumb.” He laughs and sits the plant down where he found it, patting his pockets as he walks away from his spot.

You sit up and watch as he settles near your bedroom door and grabs his tennis shoes, bending down to pull them over his feet.

“Leaving already?” You ask meekly, already dreading the feeling of his absence though he still stands in the room with you.

“Yeah, gotta go.” He lets out a long sigh as he stands back up to his full height and leans against the door frame. “Got some shit to work through with my dad tonight. I’ll see you soon though.” He walks over to where you sit, grabbing your hands gingerly to help you to your feet. “There’s talks of a party this weekend, yeah?”

“Mhm.” You nod, standing on your tiptoes and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Consider me your plus one.” He mumbles into your hair. His strong arms wrap around your waist and hold you flush against his body, his woody aroma flooding your senses.

You can feel his warm palms through the thin fabric of your shirt. They slide around your body as he pulls away from the embrace, taking home on your hips with a light squeeze. You glance up and his blue eyes are already locked onto yours, a grin pulling at the dimples of his cheeks.

“Maybe… practice the game a little bit until then, hm?” He speaks lowly.

“Rafe Cameron!” You shout, slapping at his chest as he puts his hands up in defense, chuckling as he steps back.

“Let me know when to pick you up.” He gives you one final grin before shutting your door gently.

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

You didn’t mean to fall asleep, but you took Rafe’s advice to heart and stayed awake as long as your eyes would stay open- practicing that damn game.

You lay peacefully, breathing deep and smoothly atop your blankets with the controller still loosely in your right hand. Your headset is still somehow on your head, softly playing the background music from the loading screen as you hadn’t had a chance to shut it off before your eyes gave out.

You don’t even stir when Rafe slides your window open, being as careful as he can to avoid the glass planter on your windowsill as he creeps into the warmth of your room. He carefully slides the glass shut once more, bringing a shaky hand up and flipping the latch, locking the window that he had made sure was unlocked earlier unbeknownst to you.

I can’t be crazy, she definitely wants me too. Right?

He turns around with a breath held deep in his lungs, praying to any god he can that the floorboards won’t creak beneath his shoes and that his best friend wouldn’t be awake.

His gaze falls onto your sleeping body, soft and still, and he slowly lets out the breath he had been holding in. The light from the screen illuminates your skin, glowing with the different colored hues as it flashes. He takes discreet, soundless steps towards you as he allows his eyes to rake over your figure.

Your hair is beautifully messy, strewn around on the pillow that you lay back against. He pays close attention to your tiny fingers that lazily wrap around the handle of the controller, one arm draped above your head and the other laid out to the side. He peers at your stomach, watching it rise and fall as you breathe.

His eyes wander up. You’re clad in the same tank top you’d been in when he left, but the way your nipples strain against the thin fabric just begging to be touched leads him to the conclusion that you ditched the bra.

It’s like she wants me to look.

I’ll look. I won’t touch her. I’ll look and leave. And then we’ll never think or speak about this again.

He takes microscopic steps toward your bed, his heart pounding against his sternum. His knees graze the edge of the mattress as he closes in on you and he gasps lightly, backing up so he doesn’t cause the bed to dip.

His face turns red, veins protruding from his skin as he holds in every ounce of oxygen he can to lean down beside you, placing his ear next to the side of your headset. He smirks to himself when he hears the music in the speakers, standing back to his full height.

He shoves a hand into his back pocket, fishing around and digging for his phone. He pulls it out and opens his camera, holding it up for the best angle and capturing a perfect image of his clueless best friend asleep in bed.

She doesn’t know how perfect she is.

Something inside of him wants more, wants to touch every inch he can. But he can’t, he has a goal and a plan. Get in and look then get the fuck out.

What would a couple more pictures hurt?

It’s like he moves in slow motion, he can’t control it as he reaches out and grabs the bottom hem of your tank top. You’d think he was performing brain surgery as he inches it up, exposing more and more of the fleshy skin of your abdomen. He wants to brush his fingertips along your skin, to feel every part of you along the way, but he can’t rush this.

Get the picture and go.

He watches as your plump tits spill out from the fabric, jiggling into place and sitting atop your chest, fully bared to him. His breath hitches and he pulls his hand away, gulping as your lashes flutter ever so slightly. You stir for a moment but you stay asleep.

A wave of relief floods through his body and he lifts his phone again, shakily clicking the shutter button. He takes so many more photos than necessary, moving and catching all the angles of your perfect breasts.

It’s like he loses himself. His pulse surges in his ears, beating so loud he’s almost convinced you can hear it over the music. His body betrays his logical mind and before he knows it, his fingertips brush over your delicate skin. He lets out a groan, feeling his pants tighten against his crotch as he moves to touch the other nipple.

To his surprise, your eyes remain closed and the rhythm of your breathing stays steady.

He swipes his phone over to the video setting, hitting the record button as he palms the fat of your tits, letting his fingertips dig into the skin lightly. His veiny hand explores your chest as the camera picks up all the evidence. He allows his hand to slide down the valley of your breasts, slipping across to your ribcage and down to your hip before he stops dead in his tracks.

This is too much of a risk, you’re being fucking crazy.

He stops his recording and shoves his phone back away into his pocket, biting his lip as he scans your body one last time.

Your body reacts to the loss of heat quickly. Your brows furrow and your cherry tinted lips form into a pout. Your legs stretch and move as your busy subconsciously tries to find a more comfortable position. Your leg falls to the side and your head turns the opposite way.

Rafe is frozen solid the entire time, too scared to even blink. He stays that way for a couple minutes, feet locked into his spot and watching you closely for any signs of rousing from your slumber.

But to his surprise, you don’t. You stay blissfully unconscious, your tits still exposed to him.

He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until it’s too late. His cock throbs in the palm of his hand as he grips the base, choking back groans as he begins to slowly pump his length.

This isn’t bad, right? It’s just jacking off. I’m a man and she’s got a nice rack. She would understand.

He bites his tongue and presses it into his cheek as he tightens his grip around his needy member. His tip is red and weeping, streams of precum oozing out and dripping down the rolling veins that decorate his shaft.

He slowly inches closer, dragging his feet across the floor as he speeds up his needy movements. The muscles in his forearm tense and ripple as he desperately pumps himself, waves of dopamine shooting throughout his bloodstream as he stands beside your sleeping body.

I’m fucking sick.

He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help it. He reaches out and lets his hand run up your smooth calf, shuddering at the contrast of the smooth skin against the rough pads of his fingers. They trail up carelessly to the expanse of your thighs and he has to hold back the animalistic urge to squeeze your skin.

Come on Rafe, stop it. Stop here.

His internal battle proves itself to be irrelevant as he does in fact squeeze the skin, his other hand giving his pulsing cock the same amount of pressure.

His breath hitches in his throat and he feels like any composure he’s had is long gone.

He brings his hand up and pulls your shorts to the side, not even caring about the audible moan that falls from his lips when he takes in the sight of your wet pussy.

He bites his lip until he tastes the metallic tinge of blood, sliding his hand up and down his cock as his thumb brushes over your clit with featherlight pressure.

You begin to stir, your body jolted by the foreign feeling, but he doesn’t seem to care. He lets the pad of his thumb press down onto the tender bundle and slide down to your entrance, dipping into your sweet center. He pulls back and traces his index finger across your wet slit before pushing in.

“Sh..shit…” he speaks aloud, sitting onto the mattress.

The sudden shift causes you to snap your eyes open, your vision hazy as it adjusts to the light. Before you can even form a coherent thought you’re suddenly aware of the pressure inbetween your legs. You blink harshly, clearing your eyes of the remaining haze and look up to see two blue eyes staring back at you.

His mouth is moving but you can’t make out his words.

Sitting up abruptly, you scoot back and rip the headset off of yourself, tossing it haphazardly into the floor.

“Rafe?” You squeal in shock, your pulse pumping wildly through your veins.

“Shhh.. sweetheart. Please!” He nearly begs, scooting closer to you. “You’ll wake your whole family.”

You look down and notice his right fist gripping around his cock.

“Just relax, okay?” He whispers.

He hooks his finger into your gummy walls and you let out a strained gasp, looking down to see your best friend knuckle deep in your pussy.

“R-rafe… what a-” you choke on your words as he withdraws his finger and plunges back in.

“It’s okay… shhh.. feels good, doesn’t it?” He murmurs, moving his thumb up to rub circles onto your swollen clit.

Your fatigue ridden brain is having trouble keeping up as waves of confusion and pleasure spread throughout your body.

“It… I don- fuck. W-what are you doing here?” You whine, your hips instinctively bucking closer to his hand despite your best judgement.

“Just wanted to look at you.” He croaks as he resumes his jerking motions on himself. “Then I… I just couldn’t help myself.”

The desperation in his eyes shouldn’t turn you on. The way you woke up to your best friend touching your body shouldn’t turn you on.

But even still you find yourself rhythmically grinding against his hand, dropping every single question from your mind as his finger brushes against a sensitive knot in your core.

“Yeah, there you go.” He coos, scooting closer to you and releasing his grip on his erection to paw at your tits. “So fucking pretty. Wanted to put them in my mouth so bad.”

“So do it.” You say before you can even think, reaching up to rid yourself of the fabric that served no purpose anymore.

A smirk grows from ear to ear before he leans forward, cupping the area right below your breast and right above your ribcage to push your skin into his mouth. He doesn’t stop the curling movement of his finger, he adds another one into your now drenched pussy as he sucks and licks at your nipple. You can’t help but arch your back into him, using both of your shaking arms to keep yourself propped up. He hums and groans against your skin as he removes his fingers from your core and hooks a strong arm around you, ridding you of the struggle and pulling you into his lap.

“Let me fuck you.” He whispers against your neck as he leaves hot open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin.

You do nothing but nod eagerly, lifting yourself off enough to pull your shorts off in a rushed motion, him yanking his jeans and boxers down in the process. He reaches behind his head to grip the neckline of his shirt and toss it to the side. He grips the base of his cock as you sit back down and slaps it against your core, making you shudder at the sting it leaves on your aching clit.

He holds himself steady as you line his head up with your entrance, slowly sinking down to take in his length. The stretch is blissfully painful, and you take your time to let yourself adjust to him. One of his hands settles on your hip and encourages you down while the other rests against your throat, not adding pressure but leaving a tingling burn where it sits. When you sit fully down his head falls back and his fingers dig into your skin, gripping around your hipbone.

“So… so fucking big.” You sigh, rolling your hips back and forth.

His ego visibly inflates and he nods slyly. “I know. And look at you taking every fucking inch.”

A strained whine digs its way from deep in your chest and echoes off the walls as you lift yourself up and sink back down. His thick cock pushes against your clenching walls and fills you up beyond what you’d ever thought was possible. You get your rhythm and start bouncing up and down, crying out each time his tip kisses your cervix.

“Gotta be quiet, baby doll. Your parents would never let me over again if they knew I was fucking their little innocent princess like this.” He whispers and runs his fingers over your bottom lip, eyes widening when you accept them and let him lay them flat across your tongue.

You hum around his digits and whimper when he bucks his hips up to meet your own, sending a shockwave through your core. He takes notices and does it over and over, a satisfied glint apparent in his hooded eyes.

Your walls contract and squeeze around his throbbing length as the tension in your stomach threatens to snap. You flash your doe eyes at him and swirl your tongue around his fingers as he pounds into you from below, every ragged breath that falls from his mouth fanning across your skin.

“You’re close.” He says matter of factly. “Give it to me.”

He moves the hand on your hip to the space where the two of you meet, rubbing fast circles on your swollen clit. You’re coming undone around him before you have time to utter a response, biting down on his knuckles and clawing at the skin of his chest. The pleasure tears through you like a wildfire, every synapse in your brain firing and focused on the orgasmic relief Rafe is giving you.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and moves both hands to your hips, lifting you up and down like a toy as he ruts into your pussy. “Gonna let me cum in you? Let me.” He grits his teeth as if he’s holding back. “Tell me to cum in you.”

“R-rafe, please.. cum in me. Don’t want you to pull out.”

With the dirty confirmation he craved, he releases, spilling hot white ropes of cum into you and painting every inch of your walls. You feel his warmth flood your core and you slump against his chest, rocking with every deep breath he heaves.

You sit like this for a while, sweaty and sticky and fucked out as he lazily runs his hands up and down your bare back. The beat of his heart against his chest is almost enough to put you back to sleep, but you whine when he lifts you off of his body and sits you back in your original position against your pillows. You sit in silence as he collects his clothes and redresses, smoothing his hair with his hands.

He slowly makes his way back to the bed and uses an arm to keep himself steady as he leans down and places a lingering kiss to your temple. He stands up without a word and walks to your window, undoing the latch and pushing it up. He turns around with a smirk and a deep chuckle before he crouches down.

“Gotta make sure to keep this thing locked.”

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

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[moondirti]

animalic (1)

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pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader rating: mature word count: 1.9k summary: he won't stop until he gets you warnings: enemies to lovers, injuries, kissing, minor ATSV spoilers, size kink (?), mentions of gore and death, not spell checked nor edited, honestly not my best work but the horny is all that matters notes: stayed up all night for this because i had to get it out of my system before finals. there'll be a few more parts, i promise i'm not this cruel haha

“I thought grace was a prerequisite for your little spider-club.” 

Your quip sounds disjointed – even to your own ears – entwined with wheezes that rattle your splintered rib cage. In all honesty, the circumstances don’t seem to be favouring you; he’s got you confined upon the wreckage of your own fight, hanging off the remnants of a crane that dangerously tips over a quarry. And though this isn’t the worst you’ve faced, Miguel’s presence always seems to make things more complicated than they need to be.

You’d had a stable hold on the beam, ready to pull yourself up and dematerialise to wherever he wasn’t. Until, of course, the asshole kicked your elbows off. Now, your fingers remain as your only attachment to the structure, shaking violently with their diminishing strength. Your torso isn’t faring any better, either – the bleeding both internal and trickling from the gashes in your hoodie. 

(You wonder if he’s toying with you, like a panther with its food. Of the rare times he’s assigned another spiderman to pursue you, they didn’t tend to drag it out for this long. 

But, you suppose, Miguel’s different.) 

He takes a small step forward, lifting his foot over your digits. He could crush them like this, turn the bone to powder and keep pressing until it macerates in the gore. You can’t put it past him, really, not if you utter one more self-sabotaging word. You’ve seen him rip through steel and silk alike, fueled on the resentment that simmers deep within his very essence. Yours is merely the same fate that’s befallen every other obstacle that’s dared to come his way. 

But the tension buzzes between you two, thickening until it’s palpable enough to taste. Miguel is quiet as ever, completely still save for the flickering light of his dimensional travel watch. You envy his position – that resolute stature, brimful of power as his shoulders square, his calf rippling with subdued strength, still stretched over your hand. You blame that, or the mask, slick with sweat and humid as it sticks to your nose. Or the glasses that slowly slip to reveal your squinting eyes. You blame anything apart from what it is; that fear that steadily begins to flood your senses, numbing it all into one, cohesive panic. 

You’ve never been good at life or death scenarios. 

“Or, maybe, the big boss thinks he can break his own rules?” 

The air snaps. With an infuriated roar, he lunges at you, razor-sharp talons swiping at your face. In your frenzied dunk to avoid them, your fingers drop. 

You plunge to the bottomless chasm below.

Okay. Let’s try to get this right, one last time. 

Your name doesn’t matter. It hasn’t, not for a while now. 

For the past year, you’ve been on the run from the Spider Society. You don’t exactly blame them for it, either. Every world you’ve crashed has gone to shit, despite serious lack of trying. Food-barren wastelands, borderless warzones. Truthfully, after the mantle of Earth 7BB-1 convected in on itself, you were inclined to turn yourself in. 

Independant of the fact that Nueva York seems to be the only place you can’t fuck up. Regardless of the relatability you have with the residents of its lobby. You were bitten by a radioactive spider just the same, and for all the good you’ve tried to do, you’ve never been a spider-hero. If it meant that no one else got hurt, you really would have been able to cope with lifetime confinement.

(Greater good and all that.)

Would��ve. Could’ve. If it weren’t for Miguel O’Hara’s interjection, and his goddamn alternative solution, things just might have turned out that way. 

You’re not dead. 

The realisation whips your consciousness into high alert, eyes snapping open to survey your surroundings. You process the light first, its brilliance piercing through the bromine-doused cotton that stuffs your skull. Then, it’s the pain that, up until this point, had been thrumming in the background. It crackles, marrow-deep, tearing down the tendons in your shoulders to the throbbing area around your ribs. They’re in doubtlessly worse shape than they had been at the quarry, the ache searing across to engulf your spine too. 

He had let you fall on your back, that dickhead. 

But– 

You’re not dead. 

It doesn’t take you long to figure out why that is. 

A red forcefield entraps you, droning its monotonous hum, partially obscuring everything beyond your own reflection. You can see the faint impression of a silhouette – no, multiple – stalking you on the other end, a great shadow court. They warp and grow with every passing second, gorging on your offered vulnerability, awaiting some wordless signal from the harbinger of death, to execute justice upon the one who’s been causing them so much trouble. Jess Drew. Hobie Brown. Ben Reilly. 

(They’d been more forgiving, once. Willing to negotiate peace, to treat you more than the screw up you’ve proven to be. 

His voice overrode theirs. Always.)

It’s easier to make out the devil himself – more so than the others. You’ve come to memorise the slope of those shoulders, how his fists clench at his sides as he circles you. You imagine the smug set of his jaw and those eyes, just as luminous as the cage you curl within. The puck at the base is recognisable, akin to the capture weapons he’s thrown at you previously. He’d saved your life, then.

On a technicality. You’ll bury that thought to rage over later. 

“How–”

The question hardly forms before you’re ripped in two, the atoms of all but your spirit splicing into one another in a defect of blue and orange. The glitch exacerbates the fractures that threaten to knock you out, racking through your system as it rearranges your matter into amorphous forms. It’s only when something is thrown into the enclosure do you snap back to. A bracelet clatters to the floor. 

“Didn’t know whether you’d be used to the glitching yet.” A disembodied voice remarks. It’s at a particularly whiny pitch – you assign it to Ben. 

“We… tried to get it on you, kid. But you–” A feminine inflection crops up. Jess sounds the same since the last you spoke. 

You glower at them from the corner of your eye – unsure if they can actually see you – and snap the day pass on. Your spectral abilities were handy at the best of times; to shift from the corporeal, coming into immateriality, makes the most complicated situations evadeable. You credit it for your continued survival, if nothing else. Yet to speak like you could control it, especially while unconscious, was pushing it. You clearly weren’t able to activate it when you needed it the most.

And now you’re here. 

“I’m not going to ask what you want, so let’s keep this short– y-yeah? Either you let me go, or this Earth’ll be the next to unravel.” Despite your intentions, the demand escapes you in a long-winded croak. You hear Hobie snicker, the laugh teetering the edge of approval. Anyone can tell the promise has no foundation.

“That won’t be happ–” 

“Leave us.” 

The room clips into white noise. You fail to focus on anything but that echoing order. 

His voice comes across clearer than all else, too, cadence resonating past any natural boundary, tugging your heart right where it’s tender. There’s that fear again, that singular dread, only ever triggered by his indifference. Perhaps more potent than fury, his patience gives away an all-assured determination. Deadly. 

You bite your cheek, steeling your expression into one of similar apathy. It feels like a child’s attempt at dress up, grubby hands clutched around mother’s lipstick, painting on a clown’s complexion. Crackling apprehension brushes across your most vulnerable parts; layer by layer, you’re skinned as the group files out. Bare nerves are all that’s left for your faceoff with the hulking man.

He throws another puck to the floor. His own forcefield conjoins to yours. 

His cheeks have gotten hollower, you notice, emphasising the cheekbones that are just as keen as everything else about him. He offers no smile, no grand boast of victory. Instead, he breathes – calmly, fixedly, and lets you absorb the overwhelming magnitude of his size once more. He’s aware of what it strikes in you, can see it in the way you falter upon every reintroduction. Miguel is colossal, a reality that has never been more apparent than in this cramped enclosure. 

You know that if you stop to ponder it, it’ll ruin you. 

Rearing on your heels, you bounce from your place on the ground, making a grab for his watch. He anticipates it, having caught the decision blaze in your pupils, and side steps, pivoting to gain the upper hand while your back is still turned. You rebound off the field wall, stumbling back when he yanks you by your hoodie. Your shoulder presses into his chest, and he moves to wrap himself around your form.

Your skin prickles. His body passes right through you. 

His recovery time is nearly nonexistent relative to your last fight – quick learner – but you’re still swift on your feet, bolting to his watch again. It’s a millisecond too slow, for his talons sink into your forearm when you start to pull away. 

Your pained yelp loses momentum as he slams your back against the wall, using a knee to pin your other arm in place, his free hand wrapping around your neck. 

He’s close. Too close. Your stomach flips, pushing up on your oesophagus until you choke with the bile that sears its lining. Your breaths are as deep enough as his clutch will allow, index and thumb cutting off the circulation on both sides of your neck.

Ichor blooms from the puncture points at your wrist, the warmth puddling at your palm, not yet heavy enough to drip down onto the floor. You don’t think he realises how deep his claws are, how near he is to scratching bone. You don’t think you do, either. It doesn’t hurt as much as it should, and while you’re sure you’ll regret not prioritising it sooner, you don’t think– Don’t think–

“I-I’m not goi…going home,” You gasp. 

“It’s not up to you, Wraith.” Miguel growls, chokehold loosening.

It hits you, then. Animalic. He smells addictingly animalic. Like musk, a blend of brine and hot air and hints of a patchouli aftershave that still clings to his jaw. Your eyes flutter, seeking all you can get of the latter. Unwittingly, you move in closer. 

You haven’t been this close to anyone in a long time. 

His expression oscillates between a sneer and a grimace, nose pulling up to reveal the very pointed ends of his two canines. Set side by side with plush lips, you zero in on the thought of experiencing the contrast with your own. 

He’s huge. 

Closer. 

Completely overwhelms you, in size and presence and–

Closer. 

Your ribs ache. Your back groans. You’re quickly losing feeling in your fingers, and movement – soon – if you don’t do something. 

Your breath weaves with his. He doesn’t reciprocate when your lips brush, but he doesn’t pull away, either. 

You kiss him for longer than you should. Longer than you need to. It’s firm, and not unlike what you expected. 

(World-shattering, all the same.) 

Your skin prickles. It takes all of your rationale to pull away – dematerializing out of his grasp, and into the portal you’d activated from his wrist.

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[ellestra]

The Voice from the Outer World

Dune is a story of failure. SPOILERS for Dune Part 2 below

Power corrupts and all of that. We all know this. So we would be able to avoid it, right? If you know what happens you can chose another option. You would be different.

And here's a story that shows that even when you know all of this and more and can literally see the future it's still not enough.

I get why people often think that to avoid this the person in power shouldn't want that power. That this would make them somehow immune. And this logic has multiple faults (like - how can you be good at doing something you hate?) and one of them is that just not wanting to abuse power doesn't mean you would do right things with it.

We are reminded multiple times in the film (and the books also aren't shy about it) that Fremen religious belief in a saviour is not something that arose naturally. It's a belief seeded by Bene Gesserit's Missionaria Protectiva. They seeded superstitions and myths in different cultures so they could use them in a future emergency. Everything Fremen believe about their Mahdi was created so their faith could be used by a Bene Gesserit in need. And both Jessica and Paul are aware of this even before they even set a foot on Arrakis.

It's specifically made for the saviour to be a foreign one (Lisan al-Gaib is The Voice from the Outer World) because the people who made and planned to use this prophecy were ones from an outsider culture. Paul doesn't hijack Fremen beliefs to insert himself as their white saviour. These beliefs was specifically created for someone like him to use.

It was made with purpose of hijacking Fremen religion into protecting the foreigners who know how this prophecy was constructed. This is a parasitic belief (cuckoo-like faith) and the truth doesn't set anyone free. We see why with Stilgar as he wants to believe so much that everything becomes a sign. Even when he's told this has been fabricated and he was manipulated he warps it into something that supports his beliefs not undermines them. I'm sure you've seen this in real life, in real politics if not religion.

Jessica and Chani got changed the most from their book versions. They've become opposite sides of the ideological divide. Not between religion and lack of it - Jessica obviously not a believer - but between using people and letting them decide their own future.

Book Jessica is more apprehensive of Paul's choices. She's often more worried he may not survive the trials than pushing for them for power. In here she becomes the driving force of using the messianic belief Bene Gesserit implanted for Paul's benefit. She makes sure Fremen believe he fits the story. She doesn't care about Paul's wishes to avoid this burden. She knows it doesn't matter when he tells the people the truth about Bene Gesserit, their abilities and their manipulation techniques. Belief is impervious to proof and confirmation bias makes you reject all evidence to the contrary.

But then, in the film, Jessica is kind of possessed. Stilgar warns Paul not to listen to the djinn but neither he nor his mother can stop listening to the voices. The film removes Alia's book doings but replaces them with foreshadowing of what she becomes. She whispers the truths about the future to her mother even before she is born. Funny how this change make her, not Paul, the first fully prescient Atreides. She is manipulating the events when Paul refuses to and that's foreshadowing too. When Jessica took the Water of Life while pregnant she did it for the power this new position among the Fremen would give her. Alia never stood a chance. She was pre-born into this.

The only one trying to stand in the way of succumbing to the power corruption is movie version of Chani. She was never believer in a saviour. She wants her people to save themselves. They already have a plan for a better future that doesn't involve killing worlds for the Empire they never wanted anything to do with. They were not supposed to be warriors of the prophet. She sees this for what it is - a way to control her people. She understands this is another form of enslavement. The only difference is that this one is embraced. No one listens to her when she tells them the truth. They only see what they want to see.

The power that comes from being close to the rule is just as blinding when you stand close to the throne as it is when you sit on it.

And the sad part is she knows she played a part in this happening to as she convinced Paul to give this a try. She didn't see the visions he saw so she hoped he can remain the person she fell in love with. When he submits to the way prescience shows him and takes over the faith we feel her heartbreak. She watches him becoming what he feared and everyone around him stops her from trying to save him (not just other Fremen or Jessica - Gurney puts atomic arsenal in Paul's hands).

Paul doesn't bring freedom. He just changes who holds the power but in the end the structures of power remain (the similarities between Saudarkar and Fremen are not accidental). And billions die so it can happen. But billions is a an abstract number. It's much easier to feel the consequences when they hit close and personal.

Everyone around Paul gets to gain something - Gurney gets revenge on Rabban, Jessica and Stilgar get to destroy Harkonnens and Emperor. They are on top now. The power corrupts even before you even hold it. Just the promise of power is enough.

This film version of Chani doesn't let us forget that this is what we watch. That what is happening is not a good thing. We as humans have tendency to gloss over big numbers of deaths when it's unseen people with whom we have no emotional connections. Through her eyes the loss is so much more personal. She loses her Usul to Paul Muad'Dib. And he takes her people and her planet too.

As Paul says - they are Harkonnens too. And they do what Harkonnens do too. The difference was always cosmetic.

And one more thing. A lot is said about Arabic and Muslim influences in Fremen culture and religion but they aren't the only ones. One other is the word used for the places where Fremen live - Sietch. It comes from Zaporozhian Cossack name for their fortified encampments - sich.

In the West the name Cossacks invokes the cruel Russian Imperial forces that tsars used to pacify conquered territories. But this is not what comes to my mind first. In the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth they were free people living in the borderlands of the Commonwealth on the territories often attacked by the Ottomans. The constant raids from Turks meant they were warriors and constantly moving. But this also allowed for a lot of freedom as there wasn't a lot of direct control over these territories for the same reason. This meant that they were often joined by anyone wishing to have that freedom - from peasants escaping indenture to nobles escaping the law.

The dissatisfaction with Polish rule eventually lead to uprising and this part of Ukraine joined Russian Empire. That Empire destroyed all the freedoms Cossacks had and those independent warriors became just another enforcers of conformity for the Empire. They've become exactly what they fought against. I often wondered if Herbert chose the name Sietch intentionally to invoke this turn of events.

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