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heluvaku · 6 months
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HELUVAKINKTOBER: DAY 3 - BUKAKKE.
A Chuuya Nakahara | BSD x Female Reader Smut Fanfic.
warnings ; smut , bukakke , sex toys , mutual masturbation , degradation , praise if you squint , overstim if you get a magnifying glass , dazai mention (you can't escape him) , minor crack , nowhere near proofread , it's 1 AM on a school night please don't mind errors.. , etc .
author's note ; girl i feel so dumb. like mid fic writing i re-looked up bukakke and found out it was MULTIPLE MEN cumming on someone's face when i couldve sworn it was just one person. IM SO EMBARRASSED. but anyways.. i'm half awake, if this is horribly written, i'm sorry, and if you find it funny, thank you. i'm funniest when I'm sleep deprived.
heluvakinktober 2023 m.list .
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“Fuck yeah, Doll. Touch yourself just like that..”
Chuuya moaned, leaning back into the cool leather of his office chair. You continued to ride the Dildo under his desk, rubbing tight circles on your puffy clit as the Executive before you stroked his length right before your eyes. His strokes were languid, almost teasing. You felt your mouth and pussy moisten at the sight of pre-cum coating the tip of Chuuya’s penis, the warm lighting of his small lamp making it shine beautifully.
He taps his cock on your right cheek, chuckling as a sticky ‘plap’ sound is heard in the obnoxiously silent room. You were fighting your thoughts — the urge to wipe the wet feeling off your cheek and lick it up, finally getting a taste of the redhead on your tongue. Chuuya interrupted your thoughts immediately, as if he were an empath.
“If you move your hands anywhere other than that pretty pussy of yours, there will be some punishments; and I don’t think you want that. Do ya, love?” Chuuya asked. His tone was insincere, shamelessly mocking you with a wide smile plastered on his annoying face. You wanted to retort, but god, were his reprimands attractive. You whine out a defeated ‘No’, sighing as a boisterous laugh rang in your ears. “Good girl. Now ‌keep bouncing f’me.”
Jackass. There was absolutely no wonder why that Dazai fucker hated his guts; who would like this son of a bitch?
That’s what your mind said. Your body, however, quaked for him. Your pussy pleaded for Chuuya’s dick, fingers, tongue, anything other than the cheap plastic he had made you ride. It was pathetically obvious, too, the once pristine tiled floors now coated in a pool of your slick. You wished for Chuuya's sick and twisted game to end, for him to fold you in half and have sex with you until you were senseless—
You hadn’t noticed how sensitive you made yourself while you were fantasizing about Chuuya like a schoolgirl, your clit raw and cunt mush from how hard you pleased yourself. You could’ve cummed just now and you wouldn’t be aware of it. But you couldn’t stop. Your body wouldn’t let you, not after the gorgeous sight before your very eyes.
Chuuya looked disheveled. He leaned all the way back in his chair, his hands tangling in his copper locks as his chest heaved while staring down at you. His moans got louder, louder, and louder, sure to worry anyone that so passed by the Executive’s office. Your gut was put on a spin cycle, the tight feeling in your abdomen returning for the umpteenth time that evening. You flicked, spun, and rubbed your clit as quickly as you could without it hurting, until his left, gloved hand gripped you by the hair and pulled your hair back.
“Open your fucking mouth, baby. I’m gonna glaze you so goddamn much you’d qualify as a fuckin’ donut — Oh, fuck..” the Executive groans. His words were so quick, you could barely understand his sentences. But words hadn’t been the reason for your nearing climax, no. How he handled you so roughly, the way he spoke to your quivering body. It was all too much to handle and process; soon enough, you’d reach the peak of your arousal.
It did. It hit you like a bullet train.
Thick, creamy white globs gushed around the dildo as you clenched around it, moaning out Chuuya’s name as if it was he you were riding like Paul-fucking-Revere. The redhead curses your name, visibly close to his own arrival. You could count how many times his cock twitched before he came; it was almost like everything was in slow motion.
One.
“FUCK.. Take it all, bitch, I want every drop of my cum on your face..”
Two.
“You’re gonna look like such a slut after all this.. I’ll take so many pictures of you just like this and — Shit!”
Three.
And your vision goes black. Well, white.
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eitaababe · 1 year
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SOMEBODY ELSE !
— chapter 11. deja vu.
a/n — sorry neteyam girlies (im not)
series masterlist. | previous / next
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written portion below. —
You walked out of the building, finally wearing an outfit appropriate for the weather. You pulled the hood of your jacket up, shielding your face from the wind when you noticed Ao'nung's car pull up.
The window in front of you rolled down, revealing the grinning boy. "Get in the car loser, we're going shopping."
"Since when did you know mean girls?"
"Since Tsireya was my sister," he snorted, parking the car in an empty space. "So, I figure we should probably talk about what you wanted right now?"
"Oh yeah," you cleared your throat, the joking atmosphere quickly dissipating. "It's just— me and Neteyam got into an argument yesterday? Violet told him some dumb shit, like you were using me or it was all just a bet you were going for— and I defended you and that's why me and him fought— but now I can't stop thinking about it and I feel horrible for even thinking that about you."
Ao'nung listened carefully, not once interrupting in your rambling. "Fucking hell," he mumbled, running a hand over his face. "Me and Violet dated for like— a month at best? And we weren't all that serious, okay? We were friends with benefits and she wanted more one day and I just thought, why not, you know? It's fucked up but I didn't like her all that much— and when I finally told her and broke it off she felt used and went off telling all the other girls I went for that I was doing the same exact thing to them that I did to her."
Your eyes widened at the revelation, chewing on your cheek nervously. He hadn't directly addressed your worrying, which only made you feel worse, but nevertheless you stayed silent, letting him continue.
"But I swear on my life, y/n, I'm not using you. I never was. If I'm serious about anything, it's you. I liked you from the start, and I never would've started anything if I felt anything less."
You released a breath you weren't even aware you were holding, and nodded happily. "That's uh— good to know." You grinned, trying to hide the blush painting your cheeks when you met his smug eyes.
Yet the more you thought about it, the more the guilt weighed you down. Ao'nung was so patient, so understanding, how were you not ready? You still somehow had feelings for a man who hurt you over and over again (granted unknowingly) and you still couldn't move on?
Noticing your silence, Ao'nung placed a hand over yours. "Everything ok?"
Sighing, you softly intertwined your fingers together with his. "I feel horrible," you mumbled quietly, causing him to dip his head closer to your face. "I mean, you're just so- so understanding? You're so patient, you stick around when I tell you I'm not ready, and you don't get mad when I accuse you of really stupid things, and I just get why you're waiting on me when you could be with another girl who's ready now."
"Y/n," he cooed, his hand gently grabbing you by your chin to look up at him. "I wait for you because I want to. You're not horrible to me, I love your company, and you're still getting over a breakup. Knowing you like me back is enough for me."
His words of reassurance did little to ease your guilt, but you nodded anyways. "Yeah, yeah you're right. Sorry."
"Don't be sorry," he smiled, pressing a loving kiss to your knuckles. "Now let's go get some coffee, mkay? There's no way you had time to get it before I picked you up, you're in a fight with your coffee supplier."
"Ugh, don't remind me." You groaned, bringing your legs close to your chest, almost resembling a ball and resting your head on Ao'nungs arm as he pulled out from the parking lot, going to the cafe.
As you guys walked into the cafe, you'd finally given yourself a break, trying to forget about your worries and the fight from yesterday.
All of that went out the window when you saw Neteyam animatedly talking to Violet inside.
And it reminded you of a time you knew all too well.
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FUN FACTS !
— neteyam and y/n would sit at the same booth everytime they went to the cafe and neteyam's been sitting with violet there the past couple times
— ao'nung convinced y/n to get his drink order this time and she hated it
— violet saw y/n and ao'nung but neteyam didn't
a/n — lowk end is cringe bUT CLIFFHANGER MWUAHAHA
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average-mako-enjoyer · 4 months
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Mass Effect LGBTQ+ representation issues and some headcanons
I've seen a few Mass Effect posts about the sexuality of the trilogy's characters, and I'd like to add my 5 cents, since none of those posts take into account the whole xenophilia aspect of canon relationships. And some of us are here for it. For the aliens. I am here for them. I'm not sorry.
Also, I have to acknowledge the fact that Bioware has made some very questionable choices, and the in-game representation is bad. Like BAD-bad.
I.E.(this list is going to be looong):
All Male Shepard/Kaidan Alenko dialog for ME1 and ME2 was written and fully voiced, but NOT INCLUDED in the final version of the game. And I know that the same thing happened to FemShep/Ashley, but that a bit different because...
The only "gay" romances in ME1 and ME2 are for femShep, and either with a female-representing human-like aliens (who like to dress in tight clothes that emphasize the size of their breasts), or with the equally feminine Kelly Chambers in ME2. Because, you know, guys who buy this game will be more tolerant of two "hot chicks making out" (insert a bunch of mods that make your femShep wear only lingerie and look like a TikTok e-girl) than a more realistic same-sex romance. Especially when this romance is between two guys. Because ew. Right, Bioware? But you also wanted to sell your games to LGBTQ+ folks, so you installed a…
… so-called "gay button" into your games. Before ME3, no one except for "hot chicks asari" states their sexuality. You can go through two entire games as a straight character completely surrounded by other completely straight characters. Oh, maybe Kelly likes aliens a little too much, but "who doesn't like asari", right? Even asexual salarians are into them. Sure, a straight woman like femShep… "Hot chicks making out" really sells those game copies, I guess.
If you think ME3 is better, think again. The only two gay characters in the game are Cortez and Traynor, and they are both supporting characters, who are not even in your squad! Cortez and his whole "I lost my husband" drama is conveniently placed on the lowest deck of the ship, so if this story offends your bigoted sensibilities, you can just ignore him along with the "dumb jock" Vega who is really unpopular with the players. Is it because he's really friendly with an openly gay character? Oh, who knows? Meanwhile, Traynor is either mocked (oh, she found EDI voice hot and commented on that! what a shame! awkward lesbians, amirite?) or fetishized (don't get me wrong, Donnelly is funny, but his remarks about Traynor are even more yucky than the way he talks about EDI and lube).
But don't get mad about all this, because all the women in the trilogy are fetishized and heavily sexualized. The best example of this is Samara, whose character design is a war crime. Bioware made Benezia look horrible (she tried to make Saren change his ways not with her power or wits but with those giant bazooms and the cleavage, I guess), and then they doubled down in ME2 and gave a warrior samurai nun a boob window. A FUCKING BOOB WINDOW. Because boys buy games, and they love boobs, y'know.
Oh, and any inappropriate remarks made by NPCs in the game are directed only at the femShep. Just like the MShenko romance, the male version of the dialog is fully voiced, but conveniently excluded from the game. Because guys can't tell other guys that they look hot in "that soldier getup". That can make bigots uncomfortable.
And let's talk about bi representation, because Bioware apparently hates bisexuals as much as straights and some queers do (trust me, as a bisexual I've experienced both types of hatred, and it's ugly). The only bisexual characters in the game are Kaidan and Diana Allers. If you're a bigot playing as the maleShep, you can "safely" kill Kaidan on Virmire in the middle of the first game and not have to deal with his uncomfortable love confession at all! So, yeah, Bigots: 1, Representation: 0. The bisexual is successfully killed, congratulations! If you play as femShep, you won't even know that Kaidan is/was bi. Because who wants a bisexual guy who is comfortable with his sexuality? You can't sell that kind of romance to the good ladies who buy this game.
Diana Allers romance, meanwhile, is laugh-worthy. If you play as maleShep, you won't even know that she's bi. And if you're femShep, this romance is as insignificant as the one with Kelly, you won't even get an achievement for it! You can also kick her out of your ship without any consequences, so she will be KIA offscreen. You will find about it via fucking email. Bigots: 2, Representation: 0. Both of dirty bisexuals are successfully killed, congratulations! The bi-xenophile Kelly suffers the same fate: no achievement for her romance, you cannot continue the romance after ME2, and she will either take a poison pill and die or be killed in the Collector's Base/Citadel offscreen in ME3. If she survives both the base and the Cerberus attack, you won't even get to say goodbye to her before the final battle of the game. Bigots: 3, Representation: 0 9. And I almost forgot about Omega DLC that kills the only female turian in the game. Who's also into asari. God, they did her dirty. "Those were different times," you might say, but all of this could have been fixed in 2019, when the Limited Edition was released. Instead, we just have fellow modders changing the design of Benezia and Samara, restoring MShenko (one of the most healthy, respectful, and mature romances in the entire trilogy) and other gay romances in the game, making all NPCs flirt with your character, adding female turians and krogans to the environment, etc., etc. Still, I think these games are great. The characters, the cinematics, some aspects of the writing, great! I love that canon. But the LGBTQ+ representation in those games sucks. Big time. But that doesn't stop me from having a bunch of headcanons. For the sake of convenience, I'm going to separate out all the characters for the games in which they debut. Mass Effect: MaleShep/FemShep: Both are canonically bi. Both don't mind the alien physiology thing and polyamory. Both are "married to your job" type, so they were okay with casual sex and one-night stands, and only mellowed out while in charge of the Normandy crew. Because of convenience, both had more hetero than same-sex hookups. Ashley: Straight as a plank and xenophobic, but not homophobic. She's definitely into maleShep, but more into the idea of him as a sole survivor/war hero/butcher of Torfan than an actual person. Garrus: He likes turian and quarian women. And both fem and maleShep. But with maleShep, he's more busy with the whole "flirt him to death" aspect of their bromance, so there's really no time to get on the floor and get dirty. I also feel that turian society in the game is very patriarchal, so Garrus has a bias towards femShep and feels less restricted by her rank. With mShep, I think he would have only acted if mShep had specifically pursued that relationship. But mShep is also more interested in just flirting with Garrus. Kaidan: Canonically bisexual (more into women) and demi. Not into aliens, but not xenophobic. Not a stranger to casual sex, but would really prefer to go steady because #introverted and has enough problems already. "How can you flirt with all these people, Shepard, it's exhausting…" Liara: She's into both versions of Shepard. And maybe a bit into one drell. Classic demi/asexual. Also, imo, all asari are agender and Liara is not an exception. Tali: Is a mess and can definitely go cross-species (her romance with Garrus is canon, after all). She's also a massive nerd and a bit kinky. I think she's into human/turian/quarian males, but maybe this femShep really is THAT SPECIAL. Wrex: Krogan women - that's his sexual orientation. Real bros with mShep, more cautious with femShep because bias. Another "married to his job" character. Joker: Straight and nerdy. #Irony. Too cool for homophobia. Chakwas: More married to her job than anyone on this list. Cool lesbian aunt. And this post is already so long that I'll make a separate one for ME2 and 3.
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hrts4wonu · 4 months
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seventeen: what if series masterlist
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ep 1 : 'that hard work' - j.ww
after a horrible day at work, possesive dom!wonwoo had arrived home to his very excited and horny girlfriend y/n. with no more patience filling his very furious aura, he immediately takes his pants off and fucks you dumb on your bed.
ep 2 : 'enemy at first' - l.jh (latest)
lee jihoon was proven to be your biggest rival when it came to the music industry. yet, the entire world had decided to turn around when he's got you waiting sexily in his soundproof studio. after a long time of recording a new song with you, he had decided to test his luck and finally got the opportunity to taste you.
ep 3 : 'joshua's present' - h.js (coming soon)
for the very first time in your life, you were overwhelmed. today was your boyfriend, hong jisoo's, birthday but you didn't prepare a gift for him; but with a little help and idea from his athlete friends who seem to know him very well, you managed to prepare the best present for him.
ep 4 : [coming soon] - k.sy
this episode is not yet written, please come back another day and wait for episode 3 to be released; thank you!
ep 5 : [coming soon] - x.mh (part 1)
getting a little impatient too soon, starling? don't fret, it'll be released as soon as possible. your dear author is a little bit busy with work, so please be as patient as possible. one spoiler is that this minghao 'what if' might have lots of parts.
ep 6 : [coming soon] - x.mh (part 2)
same as every other episode; might be released the same day episode 5 is released because it's minghao's 'what if' and i really love him so much that i might even do more than just 2 parts
ep 7 : [coming soon] - c.hs
aah, i can't believe i'm finally making a seungcheol fanfic. since he's a really soft, gentle, and great man; i think he's gentle but he has a very rough side that only you know about.
ep 8 : [coming soon] - k.mg
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ep 9 : [coming soon] - c.sc
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ep 10 : [coming soon] - w.jh
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ep 11 : [coming soon] - h.js
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headcanons-n-shit · 10 months
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since there was already a prompt abt pining can i ask for hcs on how the ffxiv boys (+leofard?) would go about expressing their interest in a particularly dense wol? 😊
We do love a dense motherfuker
Thancred is fucjing suffering over here. He cannot possibly make his intentions any more obvious. The problem is that hes accidentally played himself-- hes spent so long disguising his feelings as jokes, or as ploys on missions, and now you just assume that his flirting and holding your hand and wanting to be in your space all the time is just what the two of you do. He ends up having to go all rose petals and sappy love confession under the moonlight like some kind of storybook love interest. Its so sappy, embarrassing, but its also so, so sweet.
Urianger is, unfortunately, painfully Sharlyan about the whole thing. He gives you nice paper, expensive ink, masterwork tools, intricate glasswear for your alchemy lab. Practical, highquality armor. A delicately embroidered handkerchief. He thinks hes being overly forward with his affections, you think hes just being a really good friend, yshtola would rather drown herself than watch the rest of this soap opera play out.
Literally what else does G'raha need to do to prove his devotion to you??? The man unwound time and unraveled space just to be by your side. He was practically your sugardaddy your entire time on the First. He almost, almost thought you were flirting back with him when you brought him food from the Last Stand, and then Alphinaud and alisae and krile trotted in behind you and it took every ounce of his Exarch discipline not to retreat with his tail between his legs. Pls this man is suffering.
Estinien literally can not. Look me in the eyes. This stinky dragoon has spent a good half his life behind an armet. He is a horrible mix of country bumpkin, career soldier, aymeric's half-assed attempts to pound courtly decorum into estiniens dumb empty head, and Nidhoggs instincts. He wants to cook you food, drag you into a corner and kiss you silly, send you flowers, and bring you something he killed with his bare hands. He ends up doing all four. Not necessarily in that order.
Aymeric is dying. You are going to be the death of him. He has gone through great pains to discover your favorite flower and have them always displayed in your room. He has written you letters full of poetry. He has showered you with gifts. He has invited you to dine with him. At this point the other nobles are asking whether its going to be a spring or summer wedding, and he doesnt know how to explain how you are still woefully oblivious bc he cant explain it himself.
Haurchefant gave you a LITERAL DOWRY. He handed you the reins to an extremely expensive war-trained black de chocobo in front of everyone whos ever mattered to him and also half of ishgard, and then he had to stand there dying internally while you praised him for being a "good friend". There are bets not on whether hes going to throw you over his shoulder and carry you to his room to. Ahem. Prove his devotions. But rather on how long it will take him to break.
Sidurgu. Barely has memories of the Orl traditions around courtship. His mother had often regaled him with stories of how she had courted his father. Food, presense and friendship, proofs of skill. And yes, it frustrates him that you seem to brush off his attempts, but. Well. It took almost five years for his mother and father to get together, from the way they told it. Hes learned a lot for your sake, and for rielles. He can learn patience too.
Leofard is a pirate. He doesnt dance around the bush, he strikes when the metal is hot and takes what he wants. It works well with garlean airships and the odd unfortunate merchant. Not. So much with you. One, because your consent and emotions are important to him. Two, because you are so. Fucking. Dense. He steals silks and jewels and fancy foods for you, spends time with you, saved your life from diabolos, told you his sad life story. Hes one step from throwing himself at you like some fainting dame, and its embarrassing.
(Hes not gonns stop tho)
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bellasdumptruckass · 5 months
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The humans of Forks, but they're in a low budget 90s horror film
Let's start with the tropes: Mike's the jock. Jessica is the pretty, popular girl who's there to make the final girl seem more interesting and good (dumb, horrible trope, but a trope that exists nonetheless). Eric is the skeptic. Angela is the "scholar," meaning, she actually kind of has an idea of whats going on. Jacob is the person everyone thinks has a secret (and he does -- more on that later). Bella is the final girl. And Charlie is of course the cop who doesn't get shit done lmao. (I referenced this list btw.)
Next, the horror in question: obviously it's a vampire flick. A real horror movie, though. The Cullens aren't "vegetarians" who live alongside humans.
The plot I came up with for funsies is below the cut!
🕸 Halloween 2023 posts 6/7 🎃
Lauren goes missing. The opening scene is her being chased and attacked, much like the scene when Waylon is hunted by the nomads in Twilight--only, the vampire part is concealed, so the audience doesn't know what gets her.
-Roll opening credits-
Bella and her friends are upset by the disappearance, but try to not freak out too much--it's probably just a wild animal, and Charlie assures Bella (who then assures her friends) that he's on the case. However, when Bella talks about it, she seems like she's not sure she believes her dad, or that it's a wild animal.
Someone else goes missing, a student named Tony.
Two missing teens in just a few short weeks. Everyone's on high alert, now. What the fuck is happening?!
Angela tells her friends that her mom mentioned a similar disappearance happening two decades before; maybe it's connected! Everyone tells her she's crazy, just like in New Moon. Eric especially, as the skeptic, tells her there's no way.
Bella tells Angela she believes her, and they go to the library to do research together. They reveal that someone did go missing two decades before--a high school student named Edward Cullen. He disappeared under mysterious circumstances, and his family moved away soon after.
Bella asks Charlie about it, but he won't reveal any details. He seems... nervous.
She decides to go ask Billy about it, since he and Charlie have been friends since they were kids. Billy doesn't have much to add, except that Edward was in the same year of school as him and Charlie. They weren't friends, but he remembered Edward was kind of a loser; lots of people picked on him.
Bella sees Jake and they talk a little (he's clearly the film's love interest). She invites him to hang out; however, later, he calls her to cancel. Cut to the night sky, where a full moon shines.
A month passes, and another teen disappears--Angela (RIP MY BELOVED!!). Bella is heartbroken, and makes it her mission to figure out what's going on.
She asks her dad, but Charlie refuses to tell her what's happening. Bella snoops in his things and finds the case file. She learns that Angela was found with heavy blood loss, but very few wounds.
It's Halloween--the day after the third disappearance--school is closed, and, to Mike and Jessica's great disappointment, the big annual Halloween party is canceled. However, they're not gonna let that stop them--they, along with the other popular students, plan a party to take place at La Push beach.
Bella is invited, but declines, and warns everyone to stay indoors; it's not safe. She is ignored.
She spends the day at the library, doing more research. She finds in a Seattle newspaper something about an "incident" at Forks High the same year Billy said Edward went missing. Eventually she realizes the library is a dead end, so she decides to visit her dad at the police station. She brings him dinner to explain why she's there.
It's now evening, and the party is starting. One by one, students are shown, drunk, separating from the group. First it's Jessica, who's going to meet Mike after he leaves her a very fancily-written note (since when can Mike write in cursive? Who cares!) that tells her to meet him in the lifeguard shack. Obviously, the note was a trap (also, horrible trope I know! Sorry! Bad 90s movie!!), and she is attacked there. It's revealed for the first time that the monster is a vampire, but the cinematography is such that we can't see who it is.
When Charlie leaves to use the restroom, Bella goes digging in his files and finally finds a file about the "incident"--though a lot of it is redacted. Holding it up to the light, she's able to piece together that Edward had a medical emergency, a reaction after he was intentionally given an allergen by some other students as a prank. There are names listed, but they're covered with black marker. Wait, holy shit, if she just holds it up to the light, then maybe she can make it out--
Before she can read the names, Charlie finds her and kicks her out. He tells her she's in big trouble. He makes her drive home, following behind in his police cruiser. He takes her car keys before returning to work.
She is a sneaky devil, though; she swiped the paper she was reading at the station. She starts trying to read the names.
Cut to Eric, who is attacked on his way to the restroom.
Cut back to Bella, who has figured out almost all of the redacted names. We are shown a handwritten list she has made; the camera pans down slowly, revealing the names one by one: the mothers of Lauren and Tony, and the fathers of Angela, Jessica, Eric. (And there's someone else she just can't make out.)
Panicked, she calls Jessica and Eric -- both don't pick up. When she calls Mike, he says he hasn't seen them.
She calls Jacob next, and asks him to come get her. She has to figure out who the last person is, so she can warn their kids.
Jacob picks her up and they drive to the school. Jacob picks the lock to the main office (feat. some cute little flirting moment between them as she admires his skills, and he makes some retort about how he never thought he'd be breaking into school), and they start looking through files.
They split up at this point; he's going back to La Push to see if he can find Jessica and Eric.
Bella finds the report--the same one that the police have, but there's no redacted lines. Bella almost faints when she sees the last name: Charlie Swan. Her blood runs cold as she realizes she must be the last victim.
She calls Jacob to tell him what she found, but just as he picks up, she drops the phone; someone has attacked her from behind. We see her body be dragged from the room.
Bella awakens tied to a tree or something. Idk. Anyway, a blonde man appears: Carlisle Cullen. GASP!
He starts a monologue because I'm not creative enough to figure out how else the plan could be revealed to the audience. Carlisle tells her that he is a vampire. He fell in love with a human, and Edward was their half-vampire son. Edward wanted to go to school, so they let him. However, everyone made fun of him, since he had no social skills as a half-vampire who never hung out with humans besides his mom.
The other students didn't believe he was actually allergic to garlic like he said. So they invited him to hang out one night, and gave him something with garlic in it, while pretending it was safe. As a half-vampire, it killed him, but only after he recounted what happened to his father in the hospital.
Now, twenty years later, Carlisle is enacting his revenge by killing the children of those same bullies.
"Why save me for last?" Bella asks.
"Because that stunt was Charlie's idea!" (idk some dramatic reveal)
Just as Carlisle is about to pounce, Jacob appears--only he's not Jacob, he's... a werewolf? As he fights Carlisle, and with hardly and lucidity left, he growls to Bella: run!
She does! She runs as fast as she can. She exits the woods and finds Jacob's car. She gets inside and hides until the morning.
When it's light out, Jacob finds Bella. He explains that he's a werewolf, he's sorry he didn't tell her, etc.
She says she can't go home, now that she knows what Charlie did.
They run off together. the end!
There's some post credit scene that shows Esme plotting revenge for the death of her husband, clearly foreshadowing a sequel (which would be even worse than this movie)
The end for real now!!
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YOU WERE AT *WHAT*????????????????????
yes it's true. the atlasisreal deep lore is that I attended dashcon in 2014.
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that me 💕
anyways if you wanna hear my recollection of dashcon it's under the cut.
i was literally just a teenager at the time but seeing dashcon ads on Tumblr I was like. it's in Schaumburg??? like 30min from me??? I HAVE to go this is going to be the coolest thing ever. I love Tumblr all my mentally ill friends and supernatural gifs are on that website. I bet they're gonna have the coolest party ever.
LMAOOOOO
so i asked for the dashcon tix for my birthday! it was for me and my best friend (who attended and even cosplayed Homestuck with me despite not knowing anything about it) and my mom, who was mostly excited about staying in the nice hotel and swimming in the pool. I was so hype for this. anyways we get there and as people have previously talked about vis a vis dashcon, it was so hilariously underwhelming. the first thing you had to do was walk into the registration hall. I think most people have seen pics but they had written "Welcome DashCon" or something to that effect on the ground using blue painters tape, and the hall was empty asf which was really funny because they had set the table up aaaaaall the way at the back so you just got to walk across this big empty hall towards ONE PERSON sitting at a table (who in retrospect I'm pretty sure was the 19 year old they'd foisted this thing onto). she was super nice at the time though so shout out to that interaction.
we pretty much immediately headed for the only actual show floor area, which was the artists alley. if dashcon attendees are hard to find, I'm sure dashcon exhibitors are fucking unicorns bc there was... maybe 30 booths, if I'm being very generous. that being said, I got to meet nd Stevenson at dashcon! he was really nice, and complimented my cosplay. it's kind of fun to get to say I met the artist and author behind nimona and lumberjanes and she-ra at fucking DASHCON lol. hopefully next time I meet him it will be as a fellow professional comics artist huh who said that
gotta take a moment here to stress something. dashcon was very poorly planned and executed. this is true. BUT. the atmosphere, especially on the first day, was so joyful and connected. everyone was so stoked to be at THE Tumblr convention. all of us were weirdos who liked the weirdo website enough to show up in person for all our weirdo friends. We were all exchanging urls and taking big group photos and going to grab lunch together. people were very open and friendly. and I know that's my perspective as well, obviously there were plenty of things going horribly wrong behind the scenes, but having only been an attendee, it really wasn't the worst experience.
anyways so the day was fun and weird and a little boring because dashcon had fucking nothing going on but anyways so the scamming part. they called everyone into this main ballroom and stood on a little stage up front and were like "HEY IF WE DONT RAISE $200,000 THEYRE SHUTTING US DOWN" which definitely did NOT break my tiny little idiot baby heart. I definitely was super self aware and knew this was a dumb scam and I definitely DIDN'T cry and run to the hotel pool to tell my mom. she however immediately went "they're scammers and we paid for our hotel room so whatever lol". my bestie gave them $10 and after the fact was (rightfully) SUPER pissed about it because she WAS smarter than me and figured out the scam thing faster.
I think besides that scam thing the other thing I remember thinking was such fucking bullshit was that we would be walking past the ballroom where Welcome to Night Vale was supposed to perform and the line was insane. It was literally SOOOOO many people. I remember being a little bummed that I hadn't gotten tickets which was.... obviously a short lived regret. when they announced the night Vale cancellation I definitely realized shit was hinky.
a majority of the photos I have are from ballpitstuck! there was a Homestuck meetup at the ball pit, but a lot of us had found each other already and had been hanging out in little feral packs of homestucks, so we all meshed super well and basically immediately all became besties. we ended up kind of collectively agreeing to post stuff in the "ballpitstuck" tag, which is hilarious. I actually made fanart at the time! It's somewhere in the depths of my art blog. I've probably posted most of these before but for posterity:
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we were cringe. but we were free. no but for real I did have so much fun hanging with the homestucks.
anyways the rest of the con was pretty much just hanging out and watching everything burn from the inside out. my favorite part was watching Tumblr react to dashcon in real-time, because everyone AT the convention was posting about it, and everyone who wasn't at the convention was actively following the updates. by the time we left I just remember being like "I think we've just experienced something very interesting". and now there's a Wikipedia page and a sarah z video about it so.
anyways shout out to my dashcon homies(tucks)
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Can I be a little bitch for a second and complain about something...
(Also because I haven't written a post in a while, lol)
People that hate Damian Wayne's character are weird.
Like, let me make something clear first: people are obviously allowed to dislike Damian as a character for wtv reason (although, it is better when the reasons that people dislike him for come from actual canon and not fanon, and it's not because of, ya know, stuff like racism...).
However, it's really hilarious (in a dumb way, sorry not sorry) when I see fans of Jason and Tim specifically (which is funny, considering I'm one as well) shit on Damian as if he is like a little monster that did the most horrible shit imaginable just because in the stories he first appeared in, in main canon, he did some questionable actions, such as cutting Tim's line. But most of the time these same people almost never talk about what were Damian's reasons to do this and some even say stuff like "Jason was justified in shooting Damian that one time./It was satisfying to see the brat being shot by Jason." or something else like that.
And I sit here like: excuse me but WHAT THE FUCK??
Look, I get the argument "these are fictional characters written by adults, so it doesn't matter that Damian is a kid, he still did messed up things" to a certain degree. However, it still doesn't change that they are still writting a child. And just because some of you people don't like Damian because he is a brat, that doesn't mean you can completely ignore (or outright make up/change) the context surrounding Damian's character, while at the same time giving characters like Jason Todd, that at the time Damian was introduced in Post-Crisis did way way more messed up shit, justifications such as "it's bad writing", "it's classist", "Jason has trauma".
WHEN THE SAME/SIMILAR FREAKING REASONS APPLY TO DAMIAN'S CHARACTER AND WRITING AS WELL!!! Aka, "bad writing" (that can be everywhere for any character, not just for Jason, duh), "racist writing" (unfortunately), "Damian has trauma" (yes, yes he was. And he came with some fucked up baggage of it when he first met his father, just like Jason did, why do some people ignore this just because of Damian's heritage or something).
ALSO: some people sure love to forget that there is a big ass difference between "Damian is a 9-year-old that grew up in an assasssins cult, and thus he isn't familiar/adjusted with his dad's world and rules" and "Jason is a grown ass man that keeps hurting other people because of his trauma, including people that have nothing to do with his trauma to begin with" (*cough* Mia Dearden *cough*, *cough* The Titans *cough*; also, opposite to Damian, he didn't grow up being taught to kill people, lmao). So, like, idk dude, they all have messed-up trauma and you don't see all of them going on killing sprees and torturing innnocent people because of it...
Like, I love Jason, I love Tim. But I don't hate Damian, Dick and/or Bruce, just because in certain situations they wronged my faves. Also, it's good to recognize that the faves messed up too. That they hurt other people. I mean, why the fuck do some of you people justify Jason (especially him) and Tim's wrong actions to the moon and back, but don't extend the same courtesy to other characters in similar situations... like, it doesn't seem fair or make that much sense to me...
Like,, really, I'm sorry but people saying in the same breath that "Jason deserves to be understood on his violence because of his trauma" and "Damian is evil because he tried to hurt people" (also because of trauma, btw) are kinda hypocritical, sorry (not sorry actually).
(Also, why tf do some people make "who is the most traumatized Batboy" type competitions that usually downplay the trauma of the Batboys/Batfamily members they don't care about or like?? The point of the Batfamily is that they all are messed up people that came together by chance and because they share similar trauma and desire to help others, while at the same time being a dysfuncional mess of a family. Like, that's the fun part. And ya, that also means they have to have moments where they get along and recognise when they fucked up. And all of them had situations where they fucked up and hurt others. There is no "100% innocent/justified" member in the Batfam. All of them fucked up big time at some point, okay?? And that is part of what makes them interesting characters. Like, sorry for ranting so much but I don't understand people that act as if their favourite characters can never do any wrong or did any wrong when they actually did...)
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Bakugo needs to die for there to be any stakes left in mha
Do you personally think Bakugou is just that important to all the characters in the manga or to all the audience for his death to be the only stake possible ?
Also why Bakugou ? Why not Deku ? Why not SHouto. You know what ? Shark Girl is actually one of the only characters I haven't seen anybody give any hate to so logically, her would her death impact more people ?
More seriously though which definition of stakes are you going with ? In a narrative setting "Stakes are the risks, impacts, and rewards of a character's choices, which make audiences care about the story." According to the Cambringe dictionary, the general definition of stakes is this: "If you have a stake in something, it is important to you because you have a personal interest or involvement in it". Because I wasn't joking that much.
Now I'm not gonna disagree that Bakugou is important. As someone who has loved his character for 8 going on 9 years now and who has shipped BakuDeku both in a queerplatonic way and in a romantic way because of how he was written as this important piece of Deku's character, I completely agree that Bakugou definitely has this high of an importance in the story.
In order to work though, Stakes in storytelling are heavily linked to the themes and goals of the story.
Now would losing the boy he can only call "Kacchan" impact Izuku in deep and horrible ways ? Most definitely. Would he still consider he and the others became great heroes if said boy died and Izuku could not save him ? No.
And this isn't a small detail, this is an important piece of narration that's repeated at least twice in the story (and even widened to people other than Izuku).
This stake you're talking about does not work in the story because it would be the dumbest writing mistake Horikoshi would have made in it. It would be the most basic yet important inconsistancy he would have made in the story. Is that stake more important than the actual story he's telling ? I thought GoT s8 had finally taught people it's a very dumb thing to want. And in comparison it would make GoT s8 seem well written.
Because all this is not even counting the themes as well as Bakugou's role as a deuteragonist. What are the themes, ideas and goals of the story ? Showing people coming together. People helping people. People inspiring people. People impacting, both directly and indirectly, people's lives. Individualism and collectivism in their extremes hurt literally everybody. You need to find a middle ground. Society needs to change because individulas aren't enough to change a system, People are worth more than what they can give to others, ect... All these represented by two boys who needed to learn how to communicate and who will complete their journey by holding hands.
That's why a duo of protagonists works better than a single protagonist. Bakugou represents individualism while Deku represents collectivism. Then they reverse it. Now that they've both experienced each extreme, they need to join each other in the middle and finally fucking hold hands.
Now Horikoshi isn't a genius storyteller, he is far from perfect and in the symbolism vs concrete storytelling theory, he definitely works better with the symbolism part but he is still generally pretty good at storytelling in general. He is in the genre of Shonen, specifically an Action and Comedy. While he is inspired by superhero comics and uses a lot of their tropes, he also criticizes many of them. And that includes the very type of narrative device you suggest. Because the truth is that unless it fits the themes, killing a character is about as useful as letting them go on vacation.
Which is why I suggest "knowing whether Hawks' goal of creating a society where heroes aren't needed and can go on vacation will allow Izuku and Bakugou to get one to visit Mahoro and Kazuma for their honeymoon" as a more interesting stake for me personally ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Maneater (Chapter 1)
pairing ➩ Ex!Bucky Barnes x Promiscuous!Reader (College AU)
series warnings ➩ drinking, asshole!Bucky, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, love triangle, smut, slut shaming, cursing
chapter warnings ➩ cursing, mentions of sex, kissing, betrayal (because reader is very bad at self control)
synopsis ➩ Y/n fucks up.
word count ➩ 800
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“Truth or dare, Sophia?” says a drunk frat boy. You’re barely paying attention to the game. Instead you are focusing on the music that plays. You listen as it goes from The Killers to Kendrick Lamar. And from Kendrick to Dua Lipa. And from Dua to…
“Y/n?” Your friend, Wanda, pulls you out of your trance. 
“Truth or dare?” you hear a dude ask. The voice belongs to Thor, who definitely falls under the dumb jock stereotype. He’s not mean, but he also isn’t nice. It’s his ego that repels you.
“Dare,” you say without hesitation.
“Hmm,” he pretends to think. You already know he’s gonna tell you to kiss him. It’s written all over his face for one, he’s giving you major ‘fuck me’ eyes. “Kiss me,” and there it is. You walk over to him, grab him by the cheek, and connect your lips to his. It starts to get awkward for everyone as he sticks his tongue in your mouth as far as it will go. Not wanting to continue this uncomfortable embrace, you pull back and return to the spot beside Wan. Drinking your vodka and cranberry juice, you dare her to take a shot. 
As the game goes on you think about things. Like all those times Jane, your roommate, mentioned she had a thing for Thor. Well by the looks of it, he does not feel the same way. He’s a player and she should know that. The only reason he kissed you was the hope of sex. He’s not a keeper, so no, you don’t feel bad about your dare.
A half hour goes by and the game finally ends, leaving you to go back to your house. When suddenly, Thor pops by your side. “Can I walk you home?” He asks.
“Uhh, sure,” you give him a slight smile. A walk home is innocent, and you like the sound of having a football player by your side as you travel across campus in the dark. 
“So, I know we haven’t really talked that much, but I think you’re really cool and pretty, and maybe sometime we can go on a date.” He takes you by surprise, maybe Jane was right. Honestly, you had never expected the word date to come out of his mouth, and it’s really making you want him. What girl doesn’t like a little bit of attention?
“You know what, I’d really like that, but my friend is sorta in love with you.”
“Who,  Jane?”
“Yeah” You feel kinda wrong for telling him, but you’re not in middle school and it seems like he already knows. Your friendship with Jane is pretty superficial, she really just uses you for your notoriety among male students. But you’re not complaining, her dad pays for your housing. Of course you offered to pay your share, but he insisted.
“She’s spoiled and petty, but you, you’re perfect.” Shit. Fuck. Thor is saying all the right things. The silence that surrounds you is comforting, and you don’t feel bad at all, everything feels safe as you walk for a few uninterrupted seconds. 
“Listen as much as I want to kiss you, and I really do, I just can’t. I have to respect my friend, and she really likes you. You’re off limits”
“Wow, you’re a really good friend, sorry I don’t mean to make you feel pressured.”
“No, don’t feel bad. Shit, I made this awkward.”
He chuckles. “No you didn’t, just, I shouldn’t have asked you out” For three minutes, the two of you walk in silence. But being a good person was never your strong-suit. 
“What you said it isn’t true, I’m not a good friend.” He raises his eyebrows in curiosity. As you approach your doorway, your lips run to his, leaving the two of you making out right in front of your rental. His tongue is much more calculated than it was at the party, and his hands start to squeeze your ass. That’s when you pull back. You can’t do this.
“I’m sorry,” you say, disappointment evident in your tone. This is just wrong, you’re a horrible friend. You run to your door and slam the it shut. What the fuck did you just do? As you melt into the wall, struggling to breathe, you see Jane with the angriest expression you’ve ever seen. “Jane, I’m so sorry. I don’t even know why I did that.” 
Suddenly, your home is filled with screams of disappointment, anger, sadness, jealousy, and just about every negative emotion known to man. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” And you don’t bother reasoning with her, she will always get her way. 
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༉‧₊˚. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐚𝐬𝐤 || 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬
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— pairing: bucky barnes x plus size!reader
— summary: bucky was too late, and now he's left with the cruel story of his mistakes to tell.
— warnings: horrible ending, mentions of bullying, mentions of Bucky's wife being a bitch.
— wc: 785
⋆ a/n: this is for the anon that left their maladaptive daydreaming idea in my inbox, i felt as though the request was too long for me to post alongside the fic itself, so i just hope this finds you lol. i know this may have not been what you were going for, but i don't think I could have written this the way you suggested without it turning into a mini-series, and i am horrible at writing those, so this basically explains the story and the aftermath of it :]
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Bucky felt like an idiot. No, he was an idiot. He had lost everything and now here he was, a single father to a kid that his ex-wife wanted nothing to do with. Now that he has the time, he can't help but think about how he should have listened, to his friends, to his family, to you. He was young and dumb and now he was paying it for it in the cruelest way possible. He supposes he deserves it though, seeing as though he hadn't seen how wretched dot truly was.
Maybe it was because you and him had been this dynamic duo that took the world by storm, that he felt pressured to separate from you despite seeing you as his little sister. Now that he had thought about, he never truly felt like you were family, he always felt like he was pushing something down, desperately running away from the thought that he might view you as someone that he could potentially fall in love with. Now that he had thought about it, it was always you. If he was struggling, you were right there by his side. When he lost his arm, you were there going through all of the physical therapy with him. When he was on the fucking edge of getting evicted, you would give him your rent money.
He didn't know how he could be so cruel, how he could have just forgotten about all that you had done for him. He's lost everyone due to his ex-wife, his said friends and family. He was alone in this world with a child that had no idea what he was born into. When he thought back on it, he realized that his bachelor's party should have been a realization period for him, a second chance for him to take step back before losing everything completely.
You hadn't been coming around as often as Bucky would have liked, but he had finally saw you, finally got to talk to you again. It was as if that night you both rekindled something that had long been lost as soon as began to date Dot. He hadn't realized how much you truly bled out from his life, how far away you were slipping away from him until you two were sat with a glass of champagne in hand. He should have seen it then, should have seen the way you looked at him, the hurt hidden behind your eyes as you attempted to keep up appearances.
It was then when you had arrived late to his wedding that he should have finally admitted to himself that dot wasn't what he wanted. He couldn't do it without you, couldn't swear holy matrimony to a woman if you were by his side as his best man, even though you were a woman. He broke the traditional rules for you, only for you to be slowly slipping away from his grasps. You looked like you were having fun with everyone, so you must be fine now, right? You didn't look as tired as you did when he had spoken to you last, but you did actively avoid going near him, especially when dot was around. He didn't pay much attention to it, too lost in everything that was now Dot Barnes.
He should have stopped you from getting on that plane to leave, should have forced you to stay there with him. But alas, his worry with departure didn't last long as Dot soon announced that she was pregnant. He could've sworn he was on cloud nine during the whole thing; buying toys, clothes, basically anything that she wanted, she had gotten. Then when the baby was born, it was as if a switch was set off in the woman's mind. She was aggressive and possessive, and all around just a piece of work to be around. It was only then when he heard of your visitation that he realized that she wasn't you, she would never be you, she wasn't his girl, his childhood best friend, his number one supporter.
Divorcing her felt like a weight was lifted from upon his shoulders, but his son James Jr., felt like a ball and chain weighing him down. Maybe it was despicable to think about it in that way, but it felt more like a punishment than a means to be happy. Bucky found himself longing for his old life back, longing for you. He couldn't do this alone; he didn't know the first thing about taking care of a baby.
But as he approached your doorstep to beg for your forgiveness there was another car in your family's driveway that was definitely new.
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alpaca-clouds · 7 months
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I really wish people would differentiate
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Honestly, I think one of the things that makes a lot of fandom culture and what not so toxic is the unableness and unwillingness of people to differentiate between "I like this", "This is good" and "People who made this were good people".
Yes, I chose the Howl's Moving Castle gif for a reason. Because it is one of those examples for me. The movie is messy from a storytelling perspective. The movie is also quite bad if you see it as an adaption. Yes, the book is so much better and I adore that darn book series. But also: I love the movie to bits. I just love it. The atmosphere. The characters. Himbo Howl. The soundtrack. Just everything. I adore it. And to me this is not that much of a challenge to think about all of that at once.
But... yeah, fandom discourse often does not work like that, does it? There is a lot of "I like it, therefore it is great and everyone involved with it is an amazing person!" going on. Or "I dislike it, therefore it is bad and everyone involved with it is a scheming villain".
And you see it in so many regards. Be it: "This media disagrees with me politically, therefore it artistically bad". Or: "I like this actor and his roles, therefore he cannot be a rapist." Or: "I love this book and the adaption does not do it justice, hence everyone who made it wanted to attack me personally."
Meanwhile I am sitting there and feeling anxious whenever I criticize something I actually like, because I always gotta fear that some fans are gonna attack me about it, because who am I to dare criticize it.
You know, I really did like Witcher 2 and Witcher 3 as games. I still think there are some issues with the games and that the games really are bad adaptions of the books.
I absolutely do think that Digimon Universe Applimon is not really well written and has way too many filler episodes. Yet, it still very much is my second favorite Digimon season.
I can acknowledge that Christorpher Nolan makes movies that are really good on a technical level - but I still hate each and everyone of those fucking things.
And yes, I absolutely do see that the Fast & Furious movies are brainless, dumb and not even very well done technically. But I have rewatched them more times than I can count.
Also, yes, I am gonna enjoy Castlevania to bits, even though Warren Ellis is a horrible human being and should see some fucking consequences for what he did.
Oh, and also, I absolutely hate Zac Snyder and the movies he makes and think that no matter whether intentionally or not they have some horrible politics. But I also can admit that he seems to be a pretty alright guy, who cares a lot about the people around them and is very fun to work with.
Why is that so hard for people to do? Why? Why can they not distinguish between personal likes or dislikes and... you know... Quality? Or morality? These are different things. You can like something and still think it is pretty darn bad. Just as you can dislike something and admit it is actually darn good.
I mean, dumb example, but: I do love eating at McDonalds from time to time, and you can absolutely get me to leave by serving almost anything from the French cuisine. I will still readily admit that the latter is the better quality food AND also more healthy.
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What is your opinion on the "Female Space Marines" thing, Lady Mirdan?
Are you trying to get me cancelled, my good man? 😅
Strap in. This is gonna be an unhinged and unfocused ranty wall of text.
Short answer: 
Female space marines are a primaris level of a bad idea, and I really hope it doesn't become canon.
Slightly longer answer: 
I feel like people forget that the Imperium are bad guys. Even the Emperor's “dream” for the Imperium is a fascist utopia, with all its horrible connotations going along with that.
There are good/interesting people/characters mixed into this mess, and I find it so interesting to see them interact in a world where the morals are (sometimes not) so radically different from the one we are living in.
The Imperium is a horrible, xenophobic, misogynistic, misanthropic hellhole. 
The rotting carcass of the Emperor on a golden throne is a perfect metaphor for this.
The only thing that matters is brute strength or power/resources.
Human lives are very cheap in the Imperium. I have heard the argument “It doesnt make any sense to ignore half of your population when making space marines”, yes it does. Geneseed is rare and valuable, but humans are not. There is always someone willing to give up their son for a chance to get the God Emperors' blessing.
But let's say it is possible. Geneseed is fully compatible with female anatomy. Would someone still do it? 
My guess is: probably not. 
The Imperium can't even come up with a new pair of shoelaces without the inventors risking being called heretics. None of the bigger, more established chapters would risk it. Entire chapters have been wiped out for less.
I would also expect that the Ecclesiarchy would be rather unhappy with the Astartes dipping their toes into their own military recruitment pool. Terran bureaucracy is not a thing to be taken lightly.
Can’t Roboute Guilliman just go in and make it a thing?
Maybe, but why would he want to? What has given anyone the opinion that Guilliman is a “good guy”?
He often (in my opinion) wrongly gets accredited as the primarch of reason/tactics/politics when he is clearly the master of Propaganda. 
He is memed to be this chivalrous boy scout when he absolutely is not. That is his carefully crafted public image.
Look at what types of men he chooses to promote when given the chance. Strong and dumb, every time.
But how about the chaos space marines?
Here we actually have an argument to do it. We have seen in several books (Nightlords, Fabius Bile etc,) that human fertility drops dramatically in the warp.
Here every body counts, and they have to be more economical with their initiates.
Fabius Bile himself is working hard to make this a possibility. Even though he wants to do his own thing and not just more space marines, they are close enough for me to be called female space marines, and I'm fine with them. The EC can have them… but do we really want them to?  
What about the other Traitor Legions then?
Most of the traitor Legions leaders grew up in the Imperium and shares a lot of their sensibilities and morals. 
I would doubt that the Black Legion would be fine with it even IF (big if) Abaddon himself were ok with it. A lot of his warbands would be pissed. There aren't good and rational people; they are just as brainwashed as the imperials. (I imagine a good re-enactment of this happening would be the Templin institute’s comment field on their video about this, but with (actual) curses and no profanity filter)
But GW has done bigger retcons in the past!
Yes, they have. And most of them have been handled badly.
I fully believe that female space marines CAN be introduced in a good way. 
Do I trust GW/BL to do this well? Absolutely the fuck not.
I have read a good number of BL books by now, and I think I have come across well-written female characters… twice?
But my friend has a kitbashed army with female space marines, and he wants to play with them. Hell yeah! Can I see it? I love kitbashes, and I much rather see a female space marine on the table than an “Angry marine”, for example. I’m not bothered in the least by anything fan created. It is GW I don't trust.
You don't want female space marines because you are a sexist!
I'm not gonna bother defending against this because that would make me a hypocrite.
Yes, the primary reason I don’t want female space marines is so I can have a harem of imaginary big, buff boyfriend waifus that will never ever have an unmotivated, badly written love interest written in. Do you have any idea how rare that is to come across in a fandom? 
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lexygabe · 1 month
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northquido headcanons
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disclaimer: i was bored af lately so i decided to write down all of my thought about this stupid assholes
tw: use of slurs (it's fucking liquido and north come on you know they would) and nsfw content but this is under a cut
• this one is for the veterans that followed me on wattpad, the 🎀💋🤩💌👯‍♀️bread 💌❤️‍🔥❤️❤️, to be more specific brioche bread is liquido's equivalent of giving someone chocolate box,
• their relationship doesn't get in the way when it comes to their rivalry,
• their love language is using the most fucked-up insults you've ever heard of. liquido calls north 'dirty dumb blonde fag' and north tells liquido that he is the biggest stupid cunt he ever dated. they love each other 🥰🥰,
• to everybody's surprise this relationship is good for them. since they are dating, both north and liquido spend more time on training,
• liquido is much of an attention seeker so it's very hard to see them being apart,
• when they are in the same room with other people and liquido starts to acting up, north is like: "oh my god, sit the fuck down🙄🙄". at first liquido didn't listen to what north was telling him but over time when north told liquido, for example, to shut up: liquido shut up. "hold it": liquido holds it. "tell him": liquido tells him,
• when it comes to north, liquido always mocks him. when something happens liquido says things like that to north: "say you are sorry", "thank me now", "😜😜say: please liquido😵‍💫 i can't live 🥺🤭 without you". unfortunately, north knows that he needs to say all of these things because otherwise liquido will be offended at him a whole day,
• type of couple that was shipped by fans long before they started dating,
• when it comes to being romantic, they are romantic on the level of a third grade student. north gives liquido some 'awesome, diabolical, fun as hell rocks' he found on the beach and liquido sends him pictures of drawings that he made on some documents or nda's (del aqua was pissed off) (those drawing looked like if they were made by preschooler),
• the most romantic thing they've done was placing receipt with written love confession into an empty alcohol bottle and throw this to the ocean. soon after that beach guard reported them to police and they have to pay a fine💀💀,
• north sends liquido every "blue haired girl" meme,
• another easter egg for my wattpad followers: north teaches liquido how to ice skate (it ended up horrible),
• liquido is the master of making the scene in public. he is sitting on north's lap in the most random moments and places, he gives north a slap on the ass when there are cameras everywhere, etc.,
• north on the other hand, hits liquido in the shoulder, elbows him in the stomach or pokes him between the ribs with his fingers.
"it wasn't funny😐😐😦😬"
"good😠😤"
• north is crocs and liquido is flip-flops,
• they don't care about privacy in the bathroom. when one of them is washing their teeth - the other is peeing, etc.,
• don't let them play uno or monopoly,
• btw they are playing a lot of traditional games when they have lazy days,
• the couple that wouldn't marry each other til their 60s
• they are drawing dicks on a cast if one of them broke any bone.
nsfw:
• when they are making out there is a lot of saliva, teeth and blood (because they bite each others lips every time),
• if you see them during a quickie, you didn't predict. just go away,
• someone already mentioned it but breath play, liquido likes it especially. yeah it also applies to swallowing,
• dirty talk and i mean a lot,
• tbh liquido is the one that is doing blow jobs and giving hand jobs to north, this is my man's cup of tea,
• north is one wild mf, my man is searching for that g spot inside those hydra cheeks (im sorry, pls forgive me),
• THEY ARE LOUD AS FUCK, OMG SHUT THE FUCK UP,
• hickeys💋💋💋.
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ripeteeth · 9 months
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for the book asks--15 please! and also 20 if you don't mind a double ask <3
15: recommend and review a book.
Okay, so you KNOW what book you're gonna get for this lmao.
TO EVERYONE OUT THERE, PLEASE READ FRANKENSTEIN BY MARY SHELLEY.
I swear, that book UNHINGED me. I will never be the same. God, fuck, I can't believe I lost my 48-tweet love song to Frankenstein and why everyone should read it, but I cannot believe that at all of 19 years old, she could pack so much pathos and humanity in only 250 pages. It's everything. It's a spoiled terrified young twink brat only just realizing what he has brought into this world, that this squirming, naked, needy thing is his alone. His responsibility. And he flees into the night, a terrified new mother, desperate to pretend it never happened. I cannot ever stop thinking about the fact that she wrote this at 19 years old, all of about 18 months after losing her firstborn infant, who died during the night while Mary slept. How much of herself did Mary see in Victor? In the Creature? I lose my mind at the way Victor and the Creature are seen in popular culture, as this mad old scientist and his lumbering dumb awkward creation, when in reality Victor is all of about 22 at MOST when reanimates the Creature, all up there in his weird creepy attic apartment lab. He's a college dropout. An obsessive mess. And he abandons his child in his son's moment of need.
And the Creature! He's so passionate and eloquent, haunting and wounded. This should be the man who dogs our steps and keeps us up at night. This preternaturally strong man, who is largely impervious to cold and is wicked fast, who had each of his body parts chosen for their special beauty by Victor, but there is something about him, a living corpse with crepey skin and watery eyes, lips as dark as a dead man's, that terrifies everyone he comes in contact with.
And this is the thing!!!! He is not a monster. Look at him, turned out, born into that accursed attic with nothing. He could not yet see. He did not know language or how to defend himself, feed himself, warm himself, care for himself. He was left to die. But he stumbled along, covering himself with a coat he stole from the attic as he fled, naked and cold, and learned to start a fire, to feed himself on berries and plants, he taught himself to speak, read, and write simply by observing - and he observed humans from afar and yearned only to be loved and accepted. To be one of them.
It's such a fundamental, heartbreaking story. It shatters me. It compels me. I can't ever get them out of my head. Two men who damned each other, Victor by denying his creation the very real care and comfort and humanity that he owed to someone he brought into the world, and the Creature who sought to reduce Victor to that same state by killing everyone he loved, so that Victor would be like him, isolated and miserable. Alone.
And yet, even in the end, they're entwined. Victor's death ends the purpose of the Creature's life and he mourns his father-creator, even after all of it. It's such a complicated story of parent-child relationships, of the exploration of new boundary-pushing science, of pseudo-incestuous themes and tones between two men who have knotted themselves up so well into such a perfect tangle, that they can never be picked apart.
20. what are things you look for in a book?
Hmm. Good question.
I like to be fascinated. I love beautiful prose, but I'm particular about it and am not generally fond of it being too precious or purple. I love things with a bit of monstrosity that get into the gross and horrible details of life, like J.G. Ballard's Crash and John Gardner's Grendel, two absolute favorites. I love books that fuck with narrative structure and keep me guessing, like Italo Calvino's If on a winter's night a traveler and Julio Cortázar's Hopscotch. I love a certain sense of interiority and confessional voice, like Jeanette Winterson's Written on the Body, Olga Tokarczuk's Drive Your Plow Over The Bones Of The Dead, and Ocean Vuong's On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous. I love things that make my skin crawl but have a certain compelling beauty, like Patrick Süskind's Perfume: Story of a Murderer. I love a sense of awe and hope and hushed connection, the way Susanna Clarke's Piranesi left me.
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sinfulspencer · 2 years
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Words of comfort
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Prompt: Spencer experiences a dom drop and Reader is there to support him. Written for my own celebration (Aurora's 3k followers celebration!).
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Rating: light angst, mature (18+, minors DNI)
Warnings: heavy degradation, light breath play, unprotected sex, dom drop
Words: 2.2k
A.N.: Everybody always talks about sub drops and how horrible they feel, but remember that doms can experience drops as well. They need care just like subs do; stop taking your doms for granted.
I want to thank the anon that sent me this request, again. I loved writing this and my girlfriend knows how much this means to me.
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My hands grasped the wooden headboard as a chorus of moans spilled from my lips, echoing inside that bedroom. I could feel every twitch of his muscles, every breath he took and that I made my own, every whimper that mixed with mine. 
There was something so intimately delicious in feeling his body pressed on top of mine, caging me and making me feel safe in a way nobody has ever done before. Despite the painful marks Spencer left all over my thighs, the pleasure he was bringing me by owning me felt immense, blinding. 
“Such a dirty slut. You thought that sending me naughty pictures at work was going to make me happy, didn’t you?” 
His words made me smile as I closed my thighs around his waist, nodding. Everything I did was because I knew he was going to appreciate them, despite the pictures being extremely not safe for work. Especially in a work environment such as his. 
Spencer lost his grip on my right thigh, sliding his hand back up to my throat. “Someone could’ve seen them, doll. Did you want that? Did you want my colleagues to know how much of a desperate attention whore you are?” 
A part of me craved that attention because I knew it would’ve led to Spencer being more protective than he already was, but at the same time it was just an innocent game. I wanted Spencer to come home and wreck me in any way he could think of. 
His fingers squeezed my throat. “Answer me, whore.” 
I gasped at the sensation, struggling to form a coherent sentence. I couldn’t think straight with a man like Spencer on top of me, with his cock sliding in and out of me at a quick pace that set every cell in my body on fire. And the lack of oxygen was getting to me, making me forget how to speak - or even how to think. 
Spencer loved watching me lose every ounce of control and self-control I thought I had, it was one of those moments that he felt that adrenaline rush power through him. One of those moments he desperately craved more and more recently. 
“Did my cock turn you so fucking dumb? Are you too sex stupid to answer me now?”
For a split second, I lost the grip on the headboard and I brought both my hands up to his curls to pull them. I wasn’t trying to stop him, it was my own way to tell him I was close - maybe a little too close to my edge. 
Spencer leaned forward and loosened his grip on my throat, staring at me. “Oh, are you close, doll? Are you close to coming on my cock?”
I nodded as best as I could, sliding my left hand behind his neck. I whispered a chorus of ‘yes’, not even sure if Spencer heard me since I was completely lost in the pleasure that blossomed through my chest and all over my body. All the nerves were tingling, my thighs were trembling around his waist and my eyes were wide open - staring into those chocolate eyes that made me feel in love. 
What he was doing to me at that moment, made me love him even more. 
There was nothing more sensual than a man that did anything in his power to please you, to make sure you’re comfortable with someone, to give you everything and more just to see you happy, satisfied. 
“Then come, doll. Let everybody know I’m the only one who can make you come, I’m the only one that gets to have you like this.”
Spencer’s voice pushed me over the edge, along with his broken whimpers that crashed against my lips. I closed the distance between us and let that fire burn through me, branding his name on my mouth as shock waves ran through me. 
His thrusts didn’t stop and the grip on my throat became harsher, more desperate as stabs of pleasure overwhelmed me. I kept whispering his name, I kept pulling those curls and I pressed my body even closer to his - I wanted to become one with him, I wanted his body to own mine to the point we didn’t know where one started and the other ended. 
Spencer kissed me like his life depended on it, as if my lips were everything he has always craved, as if they were water and he was a man stranded on a desert island. I could feel every ounce of his love for me pouring out from those perfect lips and that made my heart tremble.
He joined me in the desire we felt for one another, owning me the only way that was missing. His body towered on top of mine while his hands slid down to reach my thighs again, while I felt Spencer twitch inside of me. I held him closer to me, thanking him for what he had done to me and for me that night.
“Thank you, thank you. Thank you, sir.”
Once the pleasure had finally settled and I was able to breathe right, I pulled away from his lips and leaned my head to the side. Spencer didn’t move from my body, still holding me but not looking at me in the eyes. 
I was comfortable, despite the stick liquid staining my thighs and spilling onto the sheets underneath me when Spencer pulled out. We were going to change the sheets later, at that moment we just needed to be with one another. 
Spencer kissed my forehead and rolled on the side, nudging at my shoulder.
“Are you thirsty?”
I nodded, keeping my eyes closed. “Yes, but I can drink later. I want to be with you right now.”
“Water is important, doll.” - Spencer replied, pushing the blanket off his body - “I’m going to get you a glass of water. Or would you rather have some tea?”
“Whatever you want, my love.”
Spencer disappeared from the bedroom in the blink of an eye, still completely naked, and I blamed myself for being so exhausted I couldn’t open my eyes. I knew the sight was incredible, but I was going to admire it once he came back - I memorised every inch of his body, every little mole he had on his skin and all the scars of his past. 
I loved every single thing about him. 
When Spencer came back to the bedroom, he was still naked. I appreciated the sight, but I didn’t appreciate the expression he had on his face. Normally, after a scene, we spend the rest of the hour sitting on our bed kissing or watching some cat videos on youtube, but that day he got out of bed.
I should’ve known there was something wrong.
“Spencer, my love?”
“Yes?”
I frowned, lifting my body from the mattress. “Sit down, I’ll drink in a moment.”
Spencer obeyed me and immediately sat down on the bed beside me, staring at me as if he didn’t know what was happening. He knew damn well what was going on and I had no intention of letting the topic go - no, he needed to be comforted.
“Is everything alright?”
He was trying his best to keep his emotions as less visible as possible, but I could see right through that frown. It was obvious he wasn’t okay and it was even more obvious that he didn’t want to talk, but he knew how important it was to discuss things after a scene. 
“I’m just…”
I didn’t speak, keeping my right hand on top of his as I waited for him to finish his answer. I needed Spencer to tell me what was going on in his brain, what went wrong and pushed him to close up after something so intimate that we shared with one another. 
Intimacy for us was important, but communication was fundamental. 
“I may have been too harsh on you today.”
There it was.
“I don’t think you’re a whore, you’re… You’re the love of my life.” 
His voice came out unsure, as if he was weighing each word in order not to hurt me. I wasn’t offended by what he said, I was just worried that my boyfriend was regretting what we did and he was silently apologising for the way we chose to live our intimacy. I didn’t blame him, sometimes certain topics were difficult to deal with - and experiencing them was even tougher. 
“I love you, I don’t know why I like degrading you. It doesn’t make any sense. Why would I hurt the person I love?”
His questions were legit, I had a similar experience the first night we spent together. All of my feelings retorted against me and they hurt me, making me wonder why I loved to have a knife pressed to my inner thigh and his hands forcing me to struggle to breathe. 
I didn’t have an answer to his questions. 
“Because you just do, my love. What you say doesn’t actually reflect on how you see me, on what you think of me.” - I replied, keeping my voice low - “You love me and you want to make me happy, that’s why you love to see how I react to your taunts.”
Spencer kept his head down. 
“You know my body better than anyone and you know how much it turns me on to be treated like that.”
“I know.”
“I asked you to treat me like that. I asked you to use me.”
Spencer sighed, scratching the back of his hand.
“You did wonderful, like always.” - I whispered, tapping the spot right next to mine on the bed - “Come a little closer.”
Spencer obeyed, but he still chose not to look at me. He was ashamed and I felt even worse, because he didn’t do anything wrong - he was perfect, like every single time we’ve spent together in bed and outside of it. 
“You weren’t too harsh, you were amazing.” - I told him again, placing my left hand on his cheek - “If you were too much, I would’ve told you. I would’ve used the safe word, but I didn’t. And you know why?”
Spencer looked up, finally allowing me to see the pain behind those chocolate eyes. “No.”
I leaned forward, kissing his cheek. “Because I loved every single second of it.”
His lips twitched into a smile, but then they turned into a frown again. I knew that praising him was the right way to turn Spencer into himself again, but it was going to be a long and difficult process. 
I was going to make it my mission to let him understand that nothing he did hurt me, nothing he did made me uncomfortable and nothing he did made me want to stop wanting him. 
His vulnerability made me want Spencer even more. 
“Your words were as harsh as I wanted them to sound.” - I kissed his chin, wrapping both my arms around his neck - “You did to me exactly what I wanted, what I needed tonight and you were fucking amazing.”
Spencer covered my left hand with his, turning to the side to look at me. “Are you sure you’re not saying this because I’m upset?”
“Do you think I’d be that condescending?” I rolled my eyes
He chuckled, holding my hand and pressing a kiss on the back of it. “No.”
“Exactly. I’m comforting you because you don’t deserve to hurt when you have done nothing wrong.” - I caressed his cheek, playfully pinching it with my fingers - “I’m serious, Spencer. You were incredible. I think this was one of the hottest nights we’ve ever experienced together.”
Spencer moved his head on my shoulder, covering his face with my hand. “Shut up.”
“Praising you for fucking me so hard I couldn’t even speak? I couldn’t even remember my own name, only yours?” - I gasped, playfully pushing my palm against his forehead - “Never. You deserve these praises.”
He groaned, collapsing on the bed on his back. I took that chance to straddle him again, not caring that we were both still naked and there were our stains all over the sheets. I was too busy kissing down his chest and laughing when he tried to stop me by pulling my hair. 
That wasn’t going to stop me, at all. He knew it. 
“I should shut that pretty mouth of yours.”
I bit the soft skin right below his collarbone. “Depends on how you plan to do it.”
“I think I know a way or two.”
Spencer forced me to lift my body until our faces were in front of one another and he kissed me, choosing the most innocent way of silencing me. I didn’t complain, I loved kissing him and I loved doing it when we were completely naked. My hands ran down his torso, gently scratching him, while Spencer placed his hands behind my neck to keep me pressed on top of him. 
Despite our crotches grinding against one another, I was too busy kissing him to actually feel him growing harder against my inner thigh. Though, he broke the kiss first and gently pressed his forehead to mine.
“You’re the good in my life.”
My heart trembled. “I’m just me.”
“That’s everything I want from you.”
Spencer kissed me again and rolled on top of me, keeping me pressed to his body until we couldn’t take it anymore and became one again. 
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