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quaintii · 11 months

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The Prey and the Predator

a/n: first time writing smut, so I am new here! I'll try my best 🪱

Wrd Cnt: I dunno ^-^

Warnings: breeding kink, aftercare, oral, spanking, choking, little bdsm, dom!Miguel, sub!reader, fang kink, size kink, stomach bulge, blood-play, hair pulling, suffocation?, p with plot? prob more. MDNI !

Summary: Miguel has been trying to catch you after you have been messing up with the timeline. You're an obnoxious villain most say. You have quite a hunch on Miguel and you love playing around with him, he caught your eye so attentively and you love seeing him angry. Miguel has had enough with this stubbornness of yours and wants to catch you once and for all to stop messing up his plans.

enjoy <3

This was the 5th time today you've messed with him. Miguel was seriously starting to get fed up with your games. He tried to catch you multiple times but you have an invisibility power. You love treating him like a dog on a leash, always coming towards you. You have messed with many other people before but it hasn't been as much as fun as this, you love seeing him angry. Sometimes you stalk him to see what his plans are. You are always near him, just invisible. Since he lacks Spidey sense it makes things much more easier. But he's very attentive with sound because he has enhanced senses.

"I'm so fucking done with her fucking games and bullshit. She's so fucking annoying. Ya es la quinta vez que ha hecho esto." Miguel said while heavily sighing with irritation. "Si lo vuelve acer.. la voy acer que se arrepienta."

You giggled as you kept rewinding the face that Miguel would do whenever he was pissed. You find him quite interesting that you want to prey on him more and see how far his tolerance limit can go. You quit trying to deny your attraction to him cause god his physique drives you insane. Your body is desperately wanting for his grasp on your throat.

As the next day passes, you decide to continue your daily annoyance in messing up his plans to remove every anomaly in the wrong universe. You follow him around about everywhere when you have nothing better to do. You cause him ton of stress by causing ruckus in many different universes. Thing is, he's starting to catch onto your patterns. Which will soon lead him to finally grab a hold on you.

You fortunately make a 'small' ruckus by causing another anomaly to escape from the HQ. Miguel and other spiders are working on a mission to catch this villain while you stand back watching it like a movie. He already knows it was you because your patterns are always consistent. You rest so carelessly, not worrying about a single thing. Your eyes intoxicatingly staring deep into Miguel. You're basically craving him to the point you touch yourself at the thought of him.

It's midnight by now and you're crouching down on the floor in a abandoned broken down building in a random universe. You just couldn't get the thought of him wandering his hands around your body. Touching every crevice of it. You couldn't hold back anymore and touched your core. Rubbing it with your palms slowly but with a rhythmic pace, you start heavily panting out of frustration as it's not enough for your satisfaction of immense pleasure you desire.

You desperately want more so you remove your pants and pull your red undergarments to the side. Using your slick wetness as lube to rub your clit in slow circles. You roll your head back and you whimper lightly.

You stick your fingers inside your cunt, feeling some relief of pleasure but not enough. You start chasing your high as your mind starts to drift to Miguel pounding you so unrelentingly with no mercy. You start moaning his name as a prayer between gasps. Your stomach starts to feel a tight snap and ecstacy washes over your body. You pant stiffly and rub off your cum on your suit.

"God, I seriously cannot believe I'm doing this...this is so fucking embarrassing for me." You say with an expression of disappointment.

You go a couple of days without messing with Miguel because you just can't seem to control yourself whenever he's near you, even when he doesn't know you're there. So you decide to pay him a visit at the HQ and see what thing you should do today. You're unusually nervous this time, wondering if you'll mess anything up. You feel so incredibly queasy around him now.

As you find a portal, you sneak your way in with your invisibility power. You see Miguel watching and scrolling thru some screens and you just can't stop glaring at him sitting on his desk. You had a sudden urge to just climb on top of him and straddle him with your hips. You started having lewd thoughts and you started having a pool of arousal grow the more you stood there.

Little did you know, Miguel could sniff your wetness. He knew it was you because he remembers your scent. As he scrolls through the perspective cams, he finally shuts them down. He pretends he's not aware you're in the same room with him, in his office. Alone together.

"Didn't figure I'd finally catch you." Miguel said with a sly smirk. "You are such a fucking intolerance that I can't stand, I mean you mess with my missions half of the time..god you're such an annoyance! You know that right?" He said while walking closer towards you.

Until out of nowhere, he immediately uses his red lasso and webs to pin you onto a wall. You audibly gasp because you find this completely unexpected. You quickly start thinking what caused him to find what place you were at. How did he know you were there? This was unusual because other times you were around him, he didn't do anything. But your arousal just began to grow even wetter.

"H-how did you know I was here?!?" You said with worry. "I promise I was just playing around, I didn't mean anything horrible. I p-promise, please don't hurt me!" You beg. You try getting out of his grasp but your hands are winded behind your back. You hate to admit it but you're getting even more turned on by this.

"Ay cariño... podía oler tu excitación..Hueles tan bien..como dulce..por fin te tengo en la palma de mis manos amor.." He says while chuckling lowly.

You were struggling to get out his web, your eyes still on his, watching him creep closer to you second by second. Your heart starts racing so fast when he's above you. Miguel is so much more taller than you. You only understood a bit of Spanish but god did you adore his accent.

"Stay still f'me, mi vida. Vuevles aver me? Ya sé que te encantó haciendo estos juegos, muñeca. Queda quieta..stay still.." Miguel says with a tone of lustfulness.

"Please Miguel, I really meant no harm..please let me go. " You keep babbling incoherent words because the only thing you can focus on is his collarbone, his amazing physique. His biceps flex with every move, god how badly you want him to choke you with his hands. His prominent veins also catch your eyes. You observe every aspect of him especially what's between his thighs.

You hold back a stifled moan just from staring at him. Your mind starts racing with so many ways this could possibly go.

"You shouldn't have messed with me, amor. You should always keep in mind how your actions always come with consequences, right cariño? Y'know.. you really caused me a lot of stress these past few days. It's not so easy catching a dangerous anomaly almost everyday, muneca." He said while his muscles begin to tense. He absolutely loved the way he caged over your small body. He could just eat you right then and there.

"Mejor un sabor de tu coño me hace sentir mejor, bebé." His tone dripping with amusement.

"M-miguel.. I don't think you're thinking straight. Okay! I'm sorry about what I've done, I won't do it ever again!"

"Oh I promise you won't do it ever again. I should teach you a lesson. Will you be a good girl for me?"

You try your best to not give into your deep pleasures, so you continue to put up your arrogant side. "Miguel, you wouldn't dare to touch me because you don't know what horrible things I would do this place! I will ruin you!" You yell with fake confidence.

Miguel chuckles darkly. "Not if I ruin you first cariño. Look how cute you look squirming. I think I would love to keep you around as a stress relief toy, què no? I think you and I would both enjoy that." Miguel finally stands infront of you and crouches to your height.

"mmm, smell so good.. let me fill you up, amor. I could smell you miles away..you're so wet for me. You know you want this."

You try denying it as much as you could, you couldn't believe what Miguel was even uttering. Your brain starts fogging up and you finally give up.

"I-i do Miguel. I crave you. I can't hold myself anymore whenever I see you, I want your cock inside me please Miguel." You beg.

"Such a needy little slut aren't you? You want this cock so bad..don't you?" You nod slowly, biting your lower lip. Miguel finally released you from his webs and you immediately flop to the ground on your hands and knees. You look at him through your lashes.

"You look so pretty on your knees for me, cariño. I should do something with that pretty mouth of yours, que no? " He said with a sneer spreading across his face.

"Please Miguel do anything to me.." You say with a whimper in your voice. You're starting to get impatient and your cunt is now soaking wet, longing for something long and girthy inside of you. Your lips hang open. You stare at his crotch and approach your hands to his bulge. God, he was huge.

He slaps your hands away from approaching him. "Who said you could do that, amor? I'm the one who controls around here. You'll do anything I'll say like a good girl right?" Miguel said while huffing, your position on your knees has him holding every restraint he has left in him. "Si Miguel." You say.

He presses his index finger on your chin, lifting it up to face him. "Remember no teasing cariño, only I do that. Do that and you'll get a punishment." Miguel removed his suit and his physique was even more amazingly sculpted. His boxers were then brought to his knees and his cock sprung free. The brown tip leaking with pre-cum. It's begging to be sucked.

You part your lips open and hold onto his length, both of your hands don't even cover him. You lick his pre-cum from the tip like a kitten. You do circles with your tongue on his tip, making him more sensitive.

Miguel's mind starts fogging up with what many things he wants to do to that pretty little pussy of yours and make you his slut.

You then try taking his length in your warm, silky mouth, his cock twitching, begging for more warmth. As you take half of him in your throat, you bob your head up and down in a rhythmic pace. You stroke the rest of him that doesn't fit inside your mouth. You start moaning and panting when you take him, you try going even deeper. Your throat starts choking.

You then look up at Miguel. He has the most lustful expression you've ever seen. His eyebrows are furrowed together, he's biting his lips. Staring deep into your soul with his crimson eyes.

"Ay muñeca, me haces.. fuck.. sentir mejor.." He said while looking down at your small figure taking his length slowly. Miguel was tired with teasing and was barely holding by a thread from throat fucking your throat.

You release your lips around him to breathe. A string of pre-cum from your lips and his cock made him finally lose it. Miguel couldn't hold himself back anymore. All of his morals go out the window as he violently bucks his hips against your throat. Mounts of tears start to stream down your face as his cock runs so deep and warm down your throat. It hurts as first but it then drives you insane.

The sound of sucking and popping echoes through the room. He's so close, you can feel it. You look up at him, battering your wet lashes at him. Taking him like a good girl, you thought.

His head rolls back and his jaw tightens as he's reaching his limit. Your throat wrapping around his cock made him twitch uncontrollably. Your soft tongue swirling around him also aroused him. Miguel was holding onto the wall to stay still because your throat feels so amazing. He starts wondering how euphoric your pussy must feel.

He then loudly groans and curses in Spanish under his breath as he thrusts one more time down your throat to spread his seed. His cum tastes salty then sweet. It's a treat for you. You drink all of his cum, swirling your tongue around his cock, making sure you take every last droplet.

"Mierda..eres magnífica, ma." He says while heavily panting. "Your throat fits my cock perfectly." Miguel looks at you up and down hungrily. He then grabs your arm and places you on top of his desk. He throws everything on the floor. You're his only focus now.

You're cunt is throbbing for something, it feels so empty. You haven't been able to satisfy yourself so you run your hands to rub your clothed clit but Miguel slaps your ass before you do.

"Only I can do that, mi vida. You can't touch yourself without my permission. Ahora.. quítate la ropa." He said with heavy impatience. The idea aroused you.

You do so, you slowly tease him as you remove your suit. Going from top to bottom. Removing every clothing off your body. Miguel hungrily follows your curves. He eyes you so lustfully. You're now fully naked in front of him. He can't stop staring at your pussy. Miguel's gaze is almost unreadable.

Suddenly, he grabs your throat, almost choking you. You try talking but you just give up because you enjoy this too much to even talk back. "What did I say about teasing me cariño? I thought you were going to be a good slut for me.. y'know I don't wanna play games with you anymore."

You moan as his grip remains on your stronger and your body hitched as the cold air washes over you. Your nipples are perked up, begging for some attention. "Now let me touch you, princessa." Miguel kneels down and whispers "puta madre, eres una maravilla.." at your cunt. His warm breath makes you twitch. You can't hold back anymore and want some sort of touch. His fingers separate your lips to see your glistening cunt. His dark, crimson eyes bore into yours as he pushed two fingers up your pretty cunt.

"You're so wet... are you that needy for my cock, princessa?" He said while smirking devilsly. Your back immediately arched back when he licked your slick wetness. He licked and sucked softly on your clit. He swirls his tongue around your clit in circles, driving you insane. You desperately want more so you buck your hips against his face and grab onto his hair. Miguel slaps your pussy again. "What did I tell you, princessa, be a good slut for daddy." "No one else will ever suck your pretty pussy this good like me, ma, nobody." You let out a loud moan as he slides in his girthy, scarred fingers inside your plushy, soft walls.

" M-miguel.." a soft whimper fell from your lips as you pull his hair between your thighs. He can't wait to stuff his big cock inside your soft, warm pussy. He wants you to beg for him, ache for him, moan his name like a prayer continuously. He goes a steady pace, sliding his fingers in and out while licking your clit. You feel so amazing, you roll your head and your eyes to the back of your skull as you feel your dirty desires finally being fulfilled. Miguel bit the inside of your thighs with his fangs, marking you his and his only.

His cock twitched at the feeling of your soft, silky walls around his fingers, tightening around him. "Look at your cunt.. fuck cariño, tightening around me like a needy bitch. Hm? Tell me how bad you want my cock, ma. Beg for it."

"P-please Miguel, I want your fucking cock inside of my cunt, make me your slut. Fuck me already please." You say while you mewl and whine as his fingers starts sliding in faster than before, you feel something familiar in your lower abdomen. You feel something coming up and you finally snap. You moan loud throughout your orgasm, your legs start twitching uncontrollably as you tighten your thighs around Miguel's head. "M-miguel please stop!" You whine. You started to feel so overstimulated when Miguel sucks your clit, attentively watching your expressions. You try pushing him off but your strength doesn't budge. You start slightly tearing up as you feel you'll completely crumble to pieces and pass out. Miguel finally stops.

"Todavía quieres que juega con tu coño, ma? Sabes tan rica. Cómo dulce caramelo. Eres mia." He said gruffly. "Look at me, mama." You face your eyes at his, begging him to fuck you without mercy just with your eyes. His cock is twitching and he couldn't hold back no more. "Use your words, ma.. do you want my cock?" He grins. He teased you with his cock as he runs it up and down your slick cunt. "Yes Miguel, ple-", you were cut off as he immediately thrusted into your pussy without warning. You screamed out of immense pleasure. "F-FUCK." You've never felt this full before, he took up all the air in your lungs in a second as he started thrusting hard into your cervix. You were now uncontrollably mewing and whining his name non-stop.

"Such a pretty pussy just for me. All mine..look how your dirty pussy keeps sucking me in, princessa.. mierda.." You try rolling your hips at his dick to receive even more friction but he slaps your ass harshly. Over and over, making you scream. "Que te dije, amor." Miguel keeps staring when his cock enters your pussy deep after each thrust. Your hips feel like completely giving up, if it weren't for him holding onto your hips and waist, you would've fallen by now. Your eyes bore into Miguel's eyes and he does the same. He loved seeing how he made you feel, your facial expressions of gasping and panting.. begging for more, made his dick harden. The skin to skin contact drew you and him insane, he started becoming primal. Animalistic.

He loves how his cock feels balls deep inside your warm walls. Sliding easily in and out. Your eyes couldn't stop rolling back as your hips twitched against his. Miguel then started teasing your perked nipples, that finally received some attention. His mouth sucked on your tits, hungrily. He would softly bite it to get more of a reaction out of you. You were even more turned on as he would rest his neck on your shoulder. Kissing your neck, leaving you with hickeys everywhere. He brought out his fangs to taste you even more.

You yelped when his fangs sunk deep into you skin, you felt so intoxicated by the overwhelming pleasure when he start sucking your blood. Your body was starting to limp. He wouldn't let go of his fast space. He starts grabbing a strong hold of your throat and hair. He wanted you all over his body. He pulls your chest to his chest, reaching more amazing spots.

"M-miguel! Please.. I can't take anymore.. please stop, please Miguel it's too m-much f'me." You feel his bulge stick out of your stomach. You wondered how he even fits inside you. "No muñeca..I know you can take this like a good slut, your pussy wants this. Don't deny it." Miguel pants."M-miguel please!" You whine as it pleasure slowly becomes overwhelming for you. Without having another say, he immediately flips you on your chest on his desk, bringing your ass up and tying your hands behind your back so you wouldn't intefere. You found yourself almost collapsing just to the touch of his body weighing down in yours. "I can do anything I want to you, you're my slut. You're my slut! Say it!" Miguel says while panting as he managed to slam even deeper into your cunt at this angle. He grabs your throat, making you face him. "Dígalo, mi corazón. Say you're my pretty little dirty slut." "M-miguel, I'm your fucking..s-slut." You slur your words as you could barely hold words in your throat. Your moans would pronounce Miguel's name incoherently over and over.

The sounds of moaning and skin slapping against each other echoes throughout the room. "feels s'good fuck..mierda. Look what you do to me." You endlessly mewl and whine and moan loudly as he continues to slam his girthy cock, hitting your g-spot. Your back manages to arch even more. Allowing him to go deeper inside you than you ever imagined was even possible.

His hands travel to your clit, rubbing it so slowly. Your mouth is completely agape, gasping for air. He leaves soft kisses down your spine and you shiver as he marks you again with his fangs on your shoulders. His talons begin to tightly grip your hips. Leaving bruises on it for later. The low growls of his whiny voice caused you clench tighter around his cock, causing him to twitch. You were so close, you felt it and he did too.

"Going to fill this pretty pussy full of my cum, princess. Cum for me cariño, do it for me. Make me feel good. Want your pussy to tighten around me." With those words being said, your legs and pussy spasm uncontrollably around his rough, thick cock.

He continued thrusting a few more times inside you, overstimulating you beyond the edge. Both of your bodies emit groans, growls, gasps, and pleasurable moans. "F-fuck I'm so c-close, baby..god. Mierda, amo tu coño." He finally cums inside your pussy, the overwhelming pleasure makes you faint for a while. Miguel finally pulls out and groans as he sees his semen leak out your pussy. "I want you to be full of me.." He pushed two fingers up your cunt to make sure his cum would stay there. He pumps his cum back into your womb.

You now fall completely unconscious as the overwhelmed pleasure took over you. A couple hours later, you wake up next to Miguel. He was staring at you sleeping. You try getting up but Miguel placed you back down on the bed. "No baby, your body needs to rest. You're tired. If you want anything, just ask me muñeca." He said while smiling. You never saw this caring side of him, you loved it already. "Why were you staring at me sleeping, Miguel?" You said with a raspy voice. "You look angelic all the time, cariño. Even when moaning my name." He said while smirking. You feel your cheeks heating up as you vividly remember everything from last night. It was so intense that your body was so sore. For now, all that mattered is that Miguel is with you, taking care of you.

A/n: THAT WAS A LOT for my first time, hope u guys enjoy :3 translations below!

Translations: "cariño": sweetheart

"Muñeca": doll

"Mierda": fuck

"Princessa"- princess

"Amo tu coño": I love your pussy.

"Dígalo mi corazón": Say it, my love

"Que te dije amor": What did I tell you, love

"Todavía quieres que juega con tu coño, ma? Sabes tan rica. Cómo dulce caramelo. Eres mia" : You still want me to play with your pussy, ma? You taste so good. Like caramel candy. You're mine.

"Puta madre, eres una maravilla." -- Holy shit, you're so amazing.

"Ahora. Quítate la ropa." -- Now. Take off your clothes.

"Ya es la quinta vez que ha hecho esto." - It's already the 5th time she's done this.

"Si lo vuelve acer.. la voy acer que se arrepienta." - If ehe does it again... I'm make her regret.

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februarybluues · 11 months

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enemies with benefits || 3 - can't be love.

warnings: cursing, hobie is an idiot, she/her pronouns used to describe reader, this entire fic is literally just hobie denying his feelings for you

read previous part here -- series masterlist

next part - girl (you really got me goin')

a/n: hiii!! fair warning this is not my best work, im quite disappointed in how this turned out actually. BUT! the next part is literally my favorite in the series and i am SO EXCITED to share it with you!!!

It was crazy how much your friendship with Hobie had changed since you first met him. Granted, ‘friendship’ was a stretch. You were barely friends, you barely even tolerated him. Regardless!

Over time, you noticed how his behaviour changed towards you. His rude comments and teasing insults stayed the same. – but they felt different. You noticed how ‘mate’ evolved into ‘love’, and in all honesty, you weren’t complaining. At first, the pet name was his favorite trick to pull on you; only used in instances where he wanted to be especially annoying. But, soon enough its intentions changed. Now it’s like a habit. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t stop himself from calling you that. ‘Love.’ By that point, both you and him were conflicted. Was it sincerity or spite? Did he mean it? Hell, not even he knew. Unspoken questions that you shared. It was stupid, really. I mean, he wasn’t sure if he meant it when he called you love, but he hates you? It was ridiculous. You should know whether you hate someone or not. It was one of the easiest emotions to differentiate from love. So why was he struggling so much? It was evident that you were sworn enemies. So why did his heart double in size every time he was near you?

Your relationship… improved, to say the least. After a few months, you found yourselves hanging out a lot more. – not intentionally! Hobie just so happened to tag along with you whenever you hung out with pavitr, miles and gwen. That was it. You weren’t hanging out more on purpose! Until… eventually it was on purpose.

“I’m just saying!” you lifted your hands up in surrender. You, Miles, Gwen, Pav and Hobie were sat around on an abandoned rooftop in your world. It became a frequent ‘mandatory hangout spot’ that you took immense pride in. you were arguing with miles over something. Hobie was unsure what. He didn’t quite care. He wasn’t paying attention. The light from the setting-sun danced on your skin; making you look almost angelic. and he was absolutely mesmerized by you, to say the least. You were just - perfect. “Hobie? Are you even listening?” Miles asked. “Yeah, yeah. I am.” he cleared his throat, and readjusted his posture, sitting up straight. “Oh yeah? Then what were we talking about?” you joined in, sitting down next to him; your knees barely grazed against one another, but that didn't fail to make butterflies whirl around in your heart. “Y’were talkin’ 'bout uh-” he couldn’t bullshit his way out of this situation, because he wasn’t prepared for it. Luckily, he didn’t have to. “I know my company must be sooo boring but could you at least pretend to be having fun?” You joked, playfully shoving his knee with your hand. He scoffed at you, and ignored the feeling of his face slightly burning up at the sudden contact. -- or at least he tried.

“Well ‘ave you considered bein’ entertainin’?” you put a hand on your chest, feigning offense. “Are you saying I'm not entertaining?” He tried to hold back a small smile (he failed horribly). “ ‘s true though. You’re real borin’." he fake yawned. "Fallin’ asleep right now actually.” you scoffed at him. “Well you better wake the fuck up!” “Wha’ if I don’t?” you rolled your eyes at him. By this point, Pavitr couldn’t stop whispering to miles and gwen about the supposed 'tension between the both of you’. You half-smiled. “I’ll make you.” “Oh yeah? Go on. Make me.” Miles then broke up the situation, clearing his throat. You looked back at him, confused. “Let’s not forget about the children that are present.” Gwen said, giving you a knowing look. “What do you mean?” you asked, and Pavitr quickly chimed in.

“Don’t act so clueless! You were obviously flirting with each other!”

You were quick to jump up and defend yourself. “I was not flirting with him! He’s a prick!” he nodded at that.

“I was.” hobie said - so casually. “What?” your head turned back to look at him. His face was the same as always; smug, yet relaxed. Handsome, even. wait what? “I was flirtin’ with ya.” he confessed. he looked right into your eyes as if he hadn’t said that. You were confused. Was he being serious?

Suddenly, it fell silent. No one uttered a word. They all just - stared at hobie; almost as shocked as you were. And then he burst into laughter. “Nah i’m jus’ takin’ the piss.'' A part of you was disappointed. Everyone shared a quick laugh at that. Admittedly, He was only partially telling the truth. While he was joking– hoping his unexpected response would make you angry–, a part of him was flirting with you. And a certain someone quickly figured that out.

After that moment, Pavitr made it his top priority to pester Hobie about you. Whether it be small comments like “Did you see that look she gave you? I’m telling you! It’s true love!”, or roughly elbowing him every time something slightly romantic happened between the both of you. He even found ways to make sure you and him had time alone together. He kept this up until eventually, hobie had enough of his shit and spoke out. “Pav, man! I don’t like ‘er! Jus’ step off o’that shite, yeah?” – of course, Pavitr does not stop. If anything, it made his teasing even worse. It became insufferable. No matter how many times Hobie insisted that he hated you, Pav could see right through him; he knew him better than he knew himself. But Hobie refused to listen to him. Because he didn’t love you. He knew it, you knew it, it was obvious.

It got to a point where Hobie stormed out of the room, in a fit of rage. He’d had enough of the relentless teasing. – needed time alone. But, only ended up lost in his thoughts. It started off normally; he was annoyed at Pav, and then started thinking about all the things he was saying, which then evolved into him thinking about you. Yeah, you were pretty, brave, and hard-working. Not to mention you were always willing to help people. You put others before yourself. But that didn’t mean shit! He was just kind of really maybe a bit fond of you. That's all!

There’s no way he loved you! What he was feeling must've been some sort of hatred he wasn't familiar with, or at least that's what he told himself. His brain was just confusing him; distracting him. Was this a trick? Was he being brainwashed? Is that why he felt so lost without you around him? No. He didn’t love you. He just tolerated you a lot. You were manipulating him. You must’ve put a spell on him. Mhm. That was the only logical explanation as to why his heart fluttered at the sight of you! He grinned at the revelation. Now that he had it ‘figured out’, it was time to one-up you.

It was time to get revenge. He’d make you pay for being so fucking irresistible.

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hornytome · 3 months

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Hello everyone!! Finally time for an update. I’ve put it off because of nerves too long.

So, basically: I’m not a butch lesbian (anymore)! I’m actually bi and transmasc.

Shockingly, my girlfriend is no longer a femme lesbian either! She’s also bisexual. Still a girly girl though.

We both went through a parallel simultaneous journey of discovering we’re bi.

It’s as upsetting as it sounds!! Will not lie!

She calls me her boyfriend now and our sex revolves around penetrative sex. We have a realistic cock and I’m trying constantly to find a new more realistic one.

We haven’t actually slept with a man quite yet, though. We may never, to be honest.

There was… A guy… We both struggled immensely with our attraction to him, and our OCD played a large part in that. We both got over it and realized we definitely have a crush on him. That’s… simmering away right now. No idea where it’s going to go. He’s a good guy.

This has fundamentally changed our view of monogamy. We’re still prescribing to the concept of monogamy, and I suppose our rule is that if we’re both interested in the same person, then we don’t mind too much.

So, I guess I should explain why I was dragging my feet. Hornytome took off way more than I ever expected it to. I gained a massive wlw and lesbian following, and I’m so proud of who’ve I’ve brought together and modeled healthy love for.

For a long time, I identified as a lesbian, and that felt like my authentic self. I wasn’t lying to anyone, or misconstruing truths. In making this blog, I wished to explore my lesbianism. In living and growing beside this blog, I discovered a lot more.

So, to be very clear, I’m bisexual, transmasc, and a lot happier than when I started this blog. My attraction to women is gay, and my attraction to men is ALSO gay. Beat that!

That leaves me with a conundrum then. What to do with my blog? I’d love to keep posting, but a vast number of you are wlw. Perhaps I could stick to talking about Edith and I on this blog?

No matter what happens, this is no longer specifically a lesbian blog. And I’m sorry if that disappoints some of you. I really, really am. But being dishonest to myself helps no one. You haven’t lost a comrade, you gained one!

So. That’s why I’ve been gone! 6+ months of processing a major life change. I want to get back into stories. Maybe shoot me some ideas 🌝

Anyways! I’m going to be tagging this with old and new tags, just to reach as far as possible.

Edit: Also: stories will not revolve exclusively around men!! I like fucking my girlfriend a whole lot!

#wlw nsft #wlw love #lesbian nsft #lesbian #butch lesbian #butch dyke #sapphic #bi nsft #bisexual nsft #bisexual #transmasc #transmasc nsft #transmasculine

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jeanette-luminia · 1 year

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hi! i saw your post about larissa weems request so i am here to ask for one.

may i ask for a fic where everytime larissa smiles, whether it be directed to reader or to someone else, reader just... malfunctions. like stopping or forgetting whatever she's doing for a moment and smiling like an idiot, who still does her best to compose herself because she needs to do things but larissa's smile is really making it difficult. so, reader decided to take a breather outside but then larissa followed her. cue to reader saying "one more smile and you'll be the death of me" or something. i just want the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff, if it's okay with you.

thank you!

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑺

All she does is smile, and it feels like death. It’s like a curse. One smile and you just… malfunction. It is just a small innocent act she always put, but being borderline in love with her didn’t help the fact that every time she smiles, whether it’s directed at you or not, you just melt.

Today wasn’t an exception, having a one-on-one meeting with her regarding something you tried to understand but couldn’t. Her smile never flatters, her eyes intensely gazing upon you. Every time she looks at you with those blue eyes, you just malfunction. The wires and cog wheels get tangled and you just end up staring at her.

“Ms. L/N?” her voice made you snap back from your headspace.

“Yes?” you had replied to her rather fast.

“Are you alright? You seem quite…” she paused, intensely looking at you. The way her lips formed made you crazy. “...dazed.”

A blush crept up on your cheeks. “Um yes– please excuse me for a moment, I’ll be back.”

Before she could say anything, you stood up and made your way to the door, closing it gently.

“Have I been reading the signals wrong?” she thought to herself, feeling sheer disappointment overwhelm her. Then, she heard a muffled scream, it wasn’t loud, but she heard it through the doors.

She quickly got up and checked up on what happened, quietly opening the door and seeing you crouched down with both of your hands fisting your head, shaking your head vigorously.

“It’s unfair,” you said, putting your hand on your face.

“I can’t function if she smiles at me like that.” Unaware of your surroundings, Larissa was behind you, widen eyes and hand on her lips, feeling a blush creep up on her neck.

“One more smile and you’ll be the death of me.”

“I wouldn’t want that.” you jumped, and you turned around rather quickly as you tripped on yourself. Before bracing for the impact, you felt a hand on your wrist pulling you closer to her body. You felt her chest against you, so close to your face you can die in sheer embarrassment.

Suddenly, she pulled you inside her room and you heard the door lock click as she pushed you against the door.

Her eyes intensely looked at her, observing every feature of you as much as possible before smiling. That fucking smile. You knew that she knew what she was doing.

“I must say, I thought I read the situation wrong.” She lowers herself, facing you as she titled her head slightly. “But it turns out I didn’t.”

She smiled teasingly, almost laughing as she watches you cover your head. She pushed your hands away from your face. “Don’t hide, darling.” she lifted your chin to make you face her. She sees you trying so hard to hold your gaze upon her but failed immensely before hiding yourself onto her chest.

“Don’t smile like that.”

“Like what?”

You pulled away, grabbing her face and forcing her to frown. “Always frown, I’ll malfunction if you keep smiling.” you pouted. She couldn't help but pull your hands away and smile before pulling you into a kiss.

She pushed it further, her hands roaming around your body as you gripped her shoulders. You moaned into her lips before pulling away, gasping for hair.

She smiled again, but this time, it was different. It’s seductive and lustful, with her lipstick smudged. She put her hands on your jaw and her fingertip touched your lips.

“But I want you to malfunction, baby.”

#☕: writes #larissa weems x reader #gwendoline christie x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie

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it's ok if you don't want to answer and I'm sorry if this is inappropriate for me to ask, but how are your parents coping with the loss of your sister? do you think it has changed how they treat you in any way either? again, I'm sorry if this is insensitive. my dad died when I was 9 and my siblings have a different dad so it was just between my mom and I. my mom got really distant but more demonstrative of her love. but that's a different dynamic from a parent losing their child

it's definitely changed the dynamic between us. so so much goes unspoken, and it always did, but now that is compounded. in some ways we're closer but in most ways we're more distant.....my mam suffers a lot of physical and mental illness (she's almost child-like sometimes) and i feel the weight of looking after her fall squarely on me a lot ever since she passed and it's very sad and stressful........there's also just a lot more pressure in general like theyre really looking for me to be their hope for their future and if they knew how mentally ill i really am i think they'd be incredibly disappointed/mad.........due to the nature of her death i also hold a lot of anger and resentment towards both parents that i can't let out due to the immensity of their grief, and they're both doing quite badly mentally (and have been since she passed/ it's exacerbated what was there before she passed)......often my mam treats me like i don't exist unless she needs something and my dad when i see him is present and ok as long as we're both drinking until he gets too drunk when the grief and anger pours out and it's like walking on eggshells. as you said "more distant but more demonstrative of their love" i find that to be so so accurate and thank you for putting it into words. they both post a lot about my sister and i on facebook, but when it comes to emotional intimacy and a healthy relationship that isn't based on anger/fear/lies/people-pleasing/distance? we're not there and i don't think we ever will be. i'm so so sorry about your dad. i know there's no words for it. i'm just so sorry. x

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Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 39

It seemed that the sea was getting rough. Dark clouds hovered over their heads and a cold wind blew into their faces, which let them shiver uncomfortable. Only one man was standing against the weather like it was nothing. His serious gaze was directed to the distance and let soldiers around him shiver even more.

It was a marine ship. And it was coming closer by each second. Growling pissed the tall sweet General turned back to get to his wife. Looking down to her stressed form, he knew exactly what was bothering her.

She was scared.

Not for her life. Katakuri knew her well enough that this stubborn little princess was caring less about her well being. She was scared that something would happen to her parents, her home and kingdom, which he had to admit, was quite charming in his own way.

"(Y/N), Katakuri. We hadn't much time to repair the ship. It's working, but still there is lots of damage. Be careful on your way.", her father explained, while hugging his daughter, who was already in tears. Brushing her cheeks he kissed her forehead lovingly. Her mother hugged her dearly and kissed her too. It was a heartbreaking moment. No one knew exactly what was going to happen, sure something troublesome, nevertheless nobody could do anything against it.

"Don't cry. Someday I am sure we could see each other again. Till then make me proud.", she cupped the young girl's cheeks in her hands and gave her beautiful face a saddened look.

"And don't forget (Y/N). Whatever you hear from our kingdom. The news are just lies to protect you. We will pretend that we are enemies of your husband. Pretend that we wanted that execution of Katakuri too. Pretend that we are looking for you to get you back to your senses and back to us. That we are disappointed of your actions. All lies to cover your leaving. ", she spoke calmly and hugged her again.

The last packages of food were placed into the submerge ship. Soldiers were gathering together to push it into the sea, which wasn't an easy task, because of its immense form. A shadow hovered over them and the next moment the ship was pushed easily into water by a strong hand. Looking up they were met with the Charlotte pirate who let them sweat uncontrollably only by his serious expression. (Y/N) took a deep breath and got back to her husband's side. She shivered, but didn't felt cold. Her throat felt dry, but she wasn't thirsty. Her whole body was reacting of the final leaving from her beloved home. (Y/N) thought about her mother's words.

Someday..

It was the first lie of the many which soon would follow. She thought that the lies would stop after getting out of the marineford,but it seemed they would follow her for a lifetime now. In their predictment she was sure that her parents wouldn't be able to leave the island ever again without being watched and for herself it meant the same. (Y/N) felt her heart breaking. But it was for the best. For her and their safety.

Putting on her best smile, she bowed respectfully before everyone and thanked them dearly for everything they did for her and Katakuri. Her gesture alone let a wave of tears and shouts of despair wash over the soldiers and her parents. Her body felt like it was frozen in the spot. Moving her feet she bite her lip bitterly and got inside the submerge ship to start their travel. For Katakuri it was easier to leave, to finally move on and keep her protected, but still he felt bad of seeing his wife's desperate look. He took the lead and started the ship, while (Y/N) sat at the back to watch his quick moves silently. Slowly the vehicle moved under water and deep into the blue ocean to be unnoticed by anyone around. Compared to the former travels, this one was much easier and without any complications.

If they could hide perfectly.

One week and they would reach whole cake chateau. One week and (Y/N) was back at her old life as Katakuri's wife. In a way it felt so unreal after everything had happened.

Could everything be like before?

Would Big mom punish her of her actions?

And what about Katakuri?

He didn't bring a treasure. On top he was arrested by the enemy. So many questions rushed through her mind that she didn't notice the second call of her name. Looking back Katakuri found his wife deep in thought and sighed. Both felt uncomfortable about their situation. On the one hand he was beyond happy to get back to his home with her, to be back in his territory, his comfort zone where he would do anything to keep her safe, but on the other hand it felt that they were driving into the next desaster. Sure it would take a lot of explaining. A lot of work to get things back to their old life. And still it was unclear how his actions and news would be treated at home. His mother would be furious or proud. Pissed of not having a treasure or delighted of hearing what damage they made of the marines image.

"We just have to bare with it…take whatever will come.", he whispered, while guiding the ship through the water.

The world was against them. And all alone they wouldn't be able to make it.

Katakuri endured many things. Hell he faced death with open arms and was more than grateful to get a second chance in life to stay with (Y/N). He was sure, whatever would come, he would fight for her and their future.

On the other side, gladly far far away, were two older men sitting before a den den mushi with an irritated look on their faces. Crossing their arms over their big chests, they weren't sure how to handle the temper of the men on the other line.

"Everyone is on high alert of the latest news of Wano Land. It sure was troublesome what happened, nevertheless we have to focus on the main topic. Can't this wait for awhile Sakazuki?", Garp asked and already knew the answer just by the low growl he got back.

"No it has to be done today. I don't want to waste any time.", Akainu spoke pissed on the other line and had to hold himself back to avoid burning the phone of his anger. Furious was an understatement and that he had to explain his actions, because he needed help to get this task done wasn't helping either. Still on the way to Wano Land he was hanging on the phone for hours to get his orders done properly and mostly quickly.

Giving the semi retired Admiral Sengoku next to him a worried look, Garp was deep in thought about what to say. He knew exactly what the Fleet Admiral had in mind and it sure was very bothersome. That he would go that far was well yeah to be expected, but how they should deal with it was another case. He discussed the situation with Sengoku,who wasn't pleased to hear that a young woman had gone this far and not only was able to get into the marineford that easily, she also was able to break out of this place with her husband. A dangerous wanted pirate. But what bothered him the most, was how Akainu treated this young woman during her stay and still it seemed that he didn't give up.

"It says that betrayal is punished with death so why do you want it that way?", Garp asked seriously. For a moment it was silent and it felt like the fleet Admiral had cut the line, but then his deep voice echoed through the phone.

" I want her alive. I will judge her actions and choose the punishment myself. The bounty stays this way.", Akainu spoke sharply without space for any other opinions.

"Still if you think we would attack whole cake Island and get into a fight with Big mom, who is by the way at Wano Land too, I have to disappoint you. Just for one woman we won't make a fuss Admiral. And mostly risk innocent lifes.", Garp hissed back and knew he had hit a nerve. Balling his fist in anger, Akainu knew right away what this old bastard was hinting at. The memories of Ace's execution were still burnt in his mind with hours of complains about his awful actions afterwards. Marine or not. Garp was in his eyes a traitor than a supporter.

"I want it done immediately."

With a loud clash the call ended and the two men gave each other a confused look. Sighing Garp looked over the piece of paper in his hands, which was the cause of their conversation with Akainu and felt pity for this woman. She was a criminal, a wife of a known pirate, nevertheless her look alone showed anything but harm. And now she had the worst nightmare as an enemy.

"She is a beauty. Never would I believe that such a sweet looking girl would be able to do such things..", Sengoku took the picture and had to smile of her happy expression.

"What I heard from the cadets, she was really an angel. She always helped other marines, was polite, kind and even standing up against Sakazuki's anger to protect others. And she always showed interest. If you ask me, she just wanted to safe her husband without any bad intentions against us. And that is quite honorable than awful. Nevertheless she broke the rules and had to face justice…a pirate is a pirate. Beautiful or not. Forced into it or not. Now her title is official.", Garp spoke and got a short nod as agreement.

" Yeah you are right. Unfortunate for me to think that I hope to never see her in real. That she would never get caught, because whatever Akainu plans,it sure is more terrifying than death.", Sengoku spoke and got up to sign the order and get things into actions. It was useless to wait any longer. If Akainu wanted it that way, then it had to be done that way. He was the Fleet Admiral after all.

It didn't take them long to spread the news to all outposts across the sea. With a short alarm sound, slowly the fresh painted wanted poster was presented to the other marines, other officers, other Leutnants, who put the piece of paper on the wanted list. Her face was now known all over the world.

No way to escape anymore. Anywhere.

His fingers glided across her smiling face. Across her beautiful body, dressed in the white marine dress, he adored so much and underlined her curves perfectly. That was they way she should look. How often was he dreaming about touching her soft looking skin. Her flawless body and kissing these beautiful plump lips who growled back at him at the dark cellar on their first day.

There has to be a mistake.

She was taken by force. Taken by cruel dirty hands of a pirate and pushed into a marriage for a political reason. There has to be a reason why she rescued this damn monster. She was too flawless too innocent to understand the world. Brainwashed, scared and confused. She wasn't thinking clear and he would do anything to guide her back to where she belong. And never would he accept the betrayal she did to him. Wasting his generous offer to become something great.

Smirking Akainu puffed his cigar and placed the wanted poster on his table,satisfied with its look and information.

"Go wherever you want. Hide wherever you want. I will get you. You will see….and then my sweet princess you will pay. "

#fanfiction #romance #katakuri x reader #karakuricharlotte #one piece #charlotte katakuri

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RPG Review: Journey of 1000 Zips

Well... if it's listed on itch as an RPG, then that's what it is... right?? In any case, this was one of the evenings I've ever had. Truly spectacular.

To play this game, you open 1000 nested zip files. Every file is numbered, so you can see how far you have left to go, and occasionally Elliot (@morebluebs) has left a comment in a file name. It's a dialogue between two people slowly losing their minds, in a way.

I spent two hours of my life on this game, and to be completely honest, I wish I hadn't. I also think Elliot wishes he hadn't made it, so at least all's fair in love and zipped files. This "game" is only for those with immense hubris and a growing to-do list filled with tasks they don't want to complete. That said, I'd rate it a 10/10 if I were a rating type of woman, which I'm not.

In order to keep myself sane, I took notes on the thoughts going through my mind as I played this game. Read under the cut to witness my descent into madness. Perhaps that will be enough to deter you from playing it yourself.

File 999. Let's do it.

950. I appreciate the title. Hoping for more of these as we keep going

900. No, it wasn’t that bad. I don’t know why I’m not listening to music while I do this. Perhaps I intuitively understand that this needs to be done in as boring an environment as possible.

899. okay

819. AH!

801. wouldn’t open. I’ve been opening these within each other, so I assume 200 nested files is the limit on my laptop. I moved file 802 to be by itself in my downloads folder and tried again. 801 opened. Huzzah, and the journey continues.

I also can’t believe this took Elliot over a year to make this. I assume this was a boredom and procrastination project. Kudos for ever finishing it tbh

800. I know. I’m doing it anyway

750. doesn’t have a comment in the file name. I didn’t realize I’d started to look forward to the names ever fifty files. Disappointed, I carry on.

743. I see we’re being unpredictable. Does the creator know that by making the opening of each file a gamble, opening these becomes more fun? Belatedly I realize that the opening of file 750 marked a quarter of the journey. Am even more disappointed op didn’t say anything to commemorate this moment.

700. I lost the ability to quit when I opened the first file. I’m committing to the bit. Fuck you.

650. once again, no mid-hundred title. I’m taking this moment to comment that as I do this, my sister is sitting next to me watching a frankly terrible horror movie. I am, I think, ashamed to say I find this activity more enjoyable.

627. Divisible by three, but not by nine.

608. Huzzah! My sister has decided to skip ahead in her movie because it’s boring her. I cannot do the same for my chosen entertainment tonight.

607 is empty. I tried opening it again. 607 2 is also empty. Migration attempt incoming.

Second migration of the night worked. continuing on. While I can’t say I’m enjoying this anymore, I’m glad that this does in fact appear to be 1000 nested files. I would never forgive Elliot if it ended prematurely

600. Don’t ask me to explain my decisions.

564. Elliot, do you feed on the part of my soul that I’m losing while playing this?

525. What does carpal tunnel feel like?

499. I feel nothing.

492. My sister asked me what I was doing. I explained to her. She asked me why I was doing this. I told her I didn’t know. She said nothing and then left. About as much of a response as I could’ve hoped for

461. Hey now. I could have done any number of things to procrastinate. You’re not special, Elliot.

432. Also divisible by three. Obviously I’m not listing every number divisible by three. But it just occurred to me here. As long as I’m taking a break from clicking, I’m going to move from the kitchen to my bedroom now that my sister has finished her movie and gone to bed. My wrist won’t stop cracking.

40 minutes later and I’m back at it.

425. In anticipation of the next file failure, I migrate this one earlier. plus if there’s a comment on 420 I can enjoy it unimpeded by the 200 file limit

407. A number that feels like it should be prime but isn’t

351. This isn’t getting any easier. However, it isn’t getting harder, either. That forty minute break did wonders for the one wrist muscle I’m using to do this.

333. Roughly 2/3 of the way there, although obviously not exactly. I think it would be an interesting psychology study to see how different people react to having to do this.

321. favorite one so far, definitely made me smile

294. Some people could probably find it in them to quit now.

284. I believe it. Why would you make this. Just to prove you could? Was 1000 the maximum files you could nest, or could you have kept going? Maybe one day we’ll have a sequel and it’ll just be 2000 files. I’d probably play that too. I don’t know why. But I think I would.

260. Another migration. This was definitely less than 200 files, but whatever. Will migrate again at 100 for the auspiciousness.

250. 75% done. I started this an hour and forty minutes ago. 100 minutes ago. So probably half an hour left. It feels like it should be less.

219. If I told my mom about this, she’d probably tell me that downloading things like this off the internet is a one way trip to getting malware on your computer. While I trust itch.io strangers much more than she does, can you imagine explaining that to the person you hire to fix your computer? “Yeah, I downloaded a file off the internet. It contained 1000 zip files nested within each other. I opened every single one and then the last one had this gnarly virus.” Like,,,,, you’d really be bringing that upon yourself. My friend hopes the last file contains something; he predicts the game of thrones shame gif. While I’d appreciate a fun little image, I fully expect there to be nothing except the last file just being called something like “you did it. Congrats on the most pointless accomplishment ever” well. Back to it

198. Elliot, if you had to go through the pain of making this, some of us might as well go through the pain of playing it.

175. I realized I forgot to point out 197, which is the Pokédex number for umbreon, my favorite Pokemon. home stretch.

135. I’m obviously tired. I did the math all wrong. Forgot to subtract the forty minutes I spent not doing this. This began at roughly 8:40 PM. It’s 10:34. So 1 hour 54 minutes minus forty. 74 minutes to open 865 files. Those numbers aren’t nice enough for me to do mental math, but I think I’ll be done in like ten minutes. Lets go!!

117. marks the first time the zipped file had a comment. Before this you had to unzip the file to see the comment. Which begs the question, is this something Elliot changed partway through, or will this be the only time it happens? I guess we’ll see.

I also realized 111 will be the last time we have repeating digit in a 3 digit number. 999 was the first… how far we’ve come.

111!!!! I feel like Elliot a bit. Is anyone going to read this? Am I screaming to the void?? Par for the course, I suppose.

100. Zipped file also has the comment. Clearly Elliot didn’t know how to do it differently at first. Anyway. Time for the final migration!

85. Seeing 2-digit numbers is jarring after all this time.

69 nice.

40. You know what would be so fucking funny? If we got to file 1 and it was labeled 1000 and then there were 1000 more files. I know Elliot didn’t do this - he doesn’t have it in him. But it would be so fucked up. I think that would make me quit. 1000 is enough

19. My favorite number. I can’t believe this is almost over.

2. This is it.

#rpg #rpg review #solo rpg #I think this is a GREAT first game to review #maybe I should just stop here #jk #but it's very me to make a blog to review text-based/journaling/solo rpgs #and have the first one be a game that's not even actually a game #or an rpg #despite being listed as one #perhaps someday we'll get into what an rpg is exactly and whether or not this counts as one #thanks elliot for this terrible evening i owe u one

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Shal, I hope you are feeling better! I wanted to add something to your Silvia-Amara meta if you don't mind me putting something into the mix as a long shot. Carmen from the djinn dream in What is and Should Never Be looks a lot like both of them. That seems like something!

Thank you. I'm feeling some better, but veeery sore and sleepless for the pain. (On the flipside, I can breathe better and already have more energy.)

This is so iiiiiiiinteresting, thank you!

I'll be honest...I had to go back to remind myself what Carmen even looked like. But yes! Carmen from the El Sol ad! Carmen the nurse! (I always thought she was a nod to one of Dean's psychosexual fixations, too; that is, films with hot men who dance like Swayze (Carmen 1983). I mean, hello Antonio Gades.

Plus, you know his thing for Spanish soap operas... ("Mi amor! Mi amor! Por favor despierta!" Poor Ricardo.)

And Dean's love for soaps from 7x03 The Girl Next-door. (Yes, the "My love, my love, please wake up!" one.)

Ahem. Anyway. Back to our Carmen. *points* Oh, my God. Yeah, it's El Sol, but it's also the specter of the beach. I am choking on my own spit here.

There's definitely something analogous in Sylvia (from season 15's Gimme Shelter) being an idealized something that Connor maybe thought he wanted, felt comfort going after, or tried to make himself want.

For that matter, I think there's something parallel here in how Amara views her love for Dean, too. Amara's view of Dean is idealized, draped in always-or-never statements, and impersonal. Meanwhile, the Dean of season 11 has grown immensely since the djinn dream in season 2. His conceptualization of love has become less romanticized:

DEAN: I can’t explain it, but to call it desire or love…it’s not that.

Carmen was an ideal, and Amara was perhaps the network's ideal, but Sylvia is actually not quite as one-to-one to either of them here. Sylvia was a real relationship with Connor, even if was perhaps a tragic childhood misstep for Connor while he was trying to figure himself out.

Of course, Carmen Porter's own words come back to haunt the Dean & Amara and Dean & Carmen relationships. Even our idealized romantic relationships falter, and they too become as baggage-ridden as our family, and our family is imperfect.

CARMEN: Well, you don't really spend a lot of time together. I mean, I just think you don't know each other all that well.

In early days, Dean's conceptualization of Carmen is adorably immature, like a teenager's dream: someone who accepts my eating habits n' idiosyncrasies, listens to me, and loves me. Someone who is "respectable" and stable. (In season 2, Dean is still, like Amara, dealing with the core wound of his nursery.)

Sylvia and Connor seemed to know each other quite well and were "a couple." He genuinely loved her, in his own way. Their connection just wasn't exactly what Sylvia thought it was, or wanted it to be. She became angry with Connor and called him a LIAR, and then she murdered him.

Dean has carried healthy relationships with dark-eyed beauties as well, like Lisa Braeden and "I-thought-we-had-a-connection" Risa from season 5's The End.

Hmmm. Okay, yes. I think your point is a good point. And it has branching points, too. There's a lot tangled up in here! Season 15's Sylvia Jones has some uncomfortable similarities to season 5's Risa, especially.

(REF: Here's the recent stuff about Sylvia and Amara-Silvia stuff and more Amara failing to recognize romantic love and Chuck setting Amara up for disappointment.)

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HOLY SH*T!

Okay, waaaaay late reaction, because I was too busy trying to process what the F*CK just happened, because HOLY SH*T!

HOLY F*CKING SH*T!

Look.

I'm gonna say it.

I am.

Season 3 is still my favorite. Void!Stiles is still my favorite villain, and all of the whump and hurt/comfort that Season 3 had as a result of that was amazing. Plus, most of my favorite Sciles moments are in Season 3.

HOWEVER.

Season 4 100% has the BEST writing and storytelling that Teen Wolf has had as of yet.

Like, obviously, there are two more seasons after this, and I still have two episodes to finish out this season, but given everything that I've seen so far....NONE of the writing up to this point can compare to this. Absolutely none of it.

I mean, the PUZZLE PIECES here. The THOUGHT that went into this. The twists and the secrets and the reveals and the THEMES...

If Season 3 wasn't as Sciles heavy as it was, Season 4 would 100% be my favorite.

Sorry not sorry.

And maybe I'll take that back when I finish out the season, because maybe I'll be disappointed by the ending, but given how well they've been doing so far...I doubt that.

I mean, in this episode alone, we get...

The amazingness that is Derek's speech. "Then let's send a message. Let's make something perfectly clear to anyone with a copy of that list. It doesn't matter if they're professional assassins, hunters, or an amateur who just picked up a gun. Anyone who thinks they can hunt and kill us for money, is gonna be put on another list. Our list. They get to be a name on our deadpool." (I cheated and copied that from the transcript, but it was too good not to.)

The reveal that Meredith was behind this under Peter's indirect orders, followed by the still present confusion over who is really manipulating who between the two of them. (My vote goes to Peter, by the way, because he is obviously WAY more complacent in this than he is letting on.)

The immense trust that all of these characters have in each other as they all do their parts to try to stop this--Noah and Parrish trusting Lydia and letting Peter go, everyone on the deadpool trusting Scott and company to protect them, Meredith trusting Lydia to do the right thing despite everything her brain is telling her, Stiles trusting Malia's instincts in the lake house room, and Stiles trusting Lydia when it came to the floor and the wine--and how all of that allows them to keep each other safe and finally stop the deadpool, HOPEFULLY once and for all. (But there are two more episodes, so who the f*ck knows at this point.)

The puzzle pieces and discoveries of all of the effort that had to go into making this deadpool--Peter manipulating Meredith, the automatic payments from behind the lake wall, the not-really-wine stain (or rather, lack thereof), the slew of hunters and assassins that were being sent out, and the not-yet-fully-figured-out partnership between Kate and Peter. (I mean, seriously. I've gotten really good at predicting this show in a lot of ways, and although I was definitely still suspicious of Peter, there is NO way I could've seen ALL of THAT coming.)

And then honestly, probably my personal favorite, the persistent reminder that being a monster doesn't mean you have to act like a monster, and that although so many of them are "violent creatures", who constantly fear that their natures will take over, it's their love and kindness and loyalty and protectiveness and trust and hearts that will keep them from ever fully crossing that line. (Though, I will say, Scott was scaring me QUITE a bit, and I'm soooo glad Stiles, Malia, and Lydia managed to stop the deadpool so that the cell phone ringing could snap him out of it, 'cause that was a LITTLE too close...).

And on top of ALL of that, we still get all of our amazing relationships--familial, romantic, platonic, and everything in between--and some amazing character growth and character moments that just make the season even better than it already is.

I mean, seriously, what more could you want??

And now, I'm gonna stop typing there, because I am honestly just soooo eager to keep going, and I REALLY need to make sure Peter doesn't kill Scott (which I think will be easy to avoid, because he has a whole pack to protect him gosh darnat--also f*ck you, Peter), and honestly, I just 100% need to see how this ends.

Soooo many good things in that episode (so many good things in this SEASON!!!), but this is the gif we're going with, because YES!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Season 4, Episode 11, here we come!!

(I adored this theme with every fiber of my being when it was in Supernatural, and I love it EVEN MORE in Teen Wolf. <3 <3 <3 <3)

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inkykeiji · 11 months

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does touya-nii reader ever feel like she’s not enough to calm/distract(?) touya (in comparison to his drugs)? like when he says stuff like “i cant handle this sober” does she feel hurt that she can be the one to help him (in that type of scenario)?

anon!!!!!! this question!!!! i love it!!!

tw: stepcest, drugs

the answer is yes, of course she does! it’s mentioned in part two of the main series, but it’s one of the reasons why he doesn’t like doing drugs in front of her; in addition to fearing that they’ll taint his precious, innocent, pure lil baby sister, he also cannot stand the way she looks at him—not only that she’s scared of him, but that she’s scared for him, that she is pitying him, disappointed in him, upset over the whole thing in general, that he’s doing drugs at all, no matter the reason why.

it does hurt, and her feeling kind of inadequate compared to the drugs is a small part of it, but a lot of the pain she feels regarding his drug use in such situations more comes from the fact that he needs these drugs to comfort himself in the first place; that he relies on them so heavily and uses them as such a sturdy crutch because he feels like he has to, because nothing—not even her love and her presence—is nearly strong enough to quell and calm whatever panic he’s feeling. tnii’s reader is quite selfless, and she worries about touya + puts touya first before herself literally all of the time.

but to answer your question, yes, definitely, even if it isn’t the primary source of hurt. no matter how gracious and selfless and compassionate she is, she can’t deny the tiny but unmistakable twinge she feels behind her ribs when she’s reminded that she just isn’t enough to diminish his pain in these situations. but the thing is, it doesn’t come from a place of selfishness, it comes from a place of being upset over her insufficiency because he’s just in that much pain. does that make sense?

in other words, she isn’t like ‘aw man i’m so upset that i’m not enough to help him, full stop’ ; she’s like ‘aw man i’m so upset that his pain is so immense and runs so deep that not even i am enough to help him and he needs something stronger, something literally mind altering, to deal with it’.

#i hope this makes sense!!!!!!#she just loves him so fucking much #that she completely and totally forgets about herself and her well being #like she’d strap herself down to train tracks if it meant touya would live etc #they’re both so sick and twisted but so in love you know?????#honestly one of my fave relationships to write on this blog HAHA because it’s just so ????? INTENSE #anyway! thank you for ur question anon!!#stay safe and have a lovely day <3 #inky.bb #touya nii universe #clari gets mail

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heya , i saw your breakdown of wandjina's misuse in F/GO and wanted to ask about yurrlungur / " the rainbow eyed girl " from fate requiem and her depiction .

Well, it should once again be noted that, while I am Australian, I am NOT of Aboriginal or Torres Strait Islander descent. So just like my wandjina post, I am coming at this from an outsider's perspective. Any Aboriginal person is 100% in their right to correct on anything in this post.

The main issue here is that "the rainbow eyed girl" in question has yet to have an adequate amount of appearances in the light novels, so there's not much for me to work with. Also that I haven't read the Requiem series yet (Fate/Strange Fake is what caught my attention instead oops). And from what I've looked into, she hasn't been canonically confirmed to be a Rainbow Serpent.

But there is still something I can look at: her design. First thing noticed: why she is she so PALE. I know Japan knows that Australia's Aboriginal people are dark skinned. I went to Tokyo Disneyland. I rode It's A Small World. The Aboriginal models there were dark-skinned, which means it is possible to get the information in Japan that Aboriginal people long ago were all people of colour. TYPE-MOON PLEASE. Whatever, whatever, this is Fate: my disappointment is immense but not unexpected etc etc.

The second thing: those do NOT look like clothing of Aboriginal people. It looks like NOCO (the artist for Requiem) looked up 'native clothing' on, like, Pinterest and used whatever popped up. Now look, Aboriginal Australians are an incredibly diverse group. What's true for one culture is not the same in another. So there's a variety of traditional clothing. But look at this photo below I found on Pinterest when searching 'Aboriginal clothing'. I'm crying from how similar it looks to "the rainbow eyed girl's" top half.

The main point of contention I have with the design is the feathers in her hair. I have not seen, ever, feathers like that in any traditional Aboriginal attire. It seems more like NOCO has taken from Native American sterotypes and slapped it on an Aboriginal figure since both groups are 'natives' right? I did manage to find ONE picture taken during NAIDOC* week where a girl wore a headband like the woman in the above picture with a single feather attached right at the forehead area. Doesn't quite match, but it's the closest I got. This is why I would really like it if an Aboriginal person could pop up and correct me sobs.

I would love to attach pictures of traditional clothing worn by Aboriginal woman, but, uh ... Look, there would be a lot of female presenting nipples if I did and Tumblr famously doesn't like that. And most of what I find is what's worn during ceremonies and the like, so not indicative of what might've been worn on an average day.

I am glad though that NOCO decided to veer away from giving her any body art. Body painting is another aspect of Aboriginal culture so I was worried there would be some good old cultural misappropriation happening there but phew. We dodged a bullet. The bar is low but I'll take what I can get.

Her being a woman is fine. The thing with who you've named Yurrlungur is that there isn't just one of them. The Rainbow Serpent is NOT a singular entity. Each culture has their own version, which can differ wildly from telling to telling. Some Rainbow Serpents are depicted as men, some female, some bigender or some even with no gender mentioned. It's just when western anthropologists looked into compiling Aboriginal stories, they lumped all figures that qualified as 'Rainbow Serpents' into one as a mother goddess of sorts and dubbed it the Rainbow Serpent/Snake. Each culture has a different name for this figure as well, which is why I've decided to use the term Rainbow Serpent as more of an umbrella term.

Heck, not even all Rainbow Serpents are even snakes. This figure has been depicted as a variety of animals; however, it has NEVER been shown to have a human form. If Requiem's Anubis can be a jackal, then our suspected Rainbow Serpent could very well have just been a snake. (Though I am aware I'm asking too much from a fan service series that always needs to have it's female characters be Attractive™.)

Her water powers are accurate: Rainbow Serpents are associated with water, so good on them for that. I got nothing to say about her prosthetics: they're cool but not a problem.

Unlike with the Wandjina, there isn't any specific taboos on depicting Rainbow Serpents. So there isn't as much to say as there is with the wandjina post. But I am not entirely confident that Requiem will be anymore respectful towards the rainbow eyed girl than it was towards Nzambi. There is, after all, no culture that Type-Moon has been afraid to step all over.

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Here's an extremely interesting article I found that talks about Rainbow Serpents' "domestication" and adoption into New Age Religion. It also goes into how, since Rainbow Serpents are the most recognised Aboriginal symbol, it is now used as symbol of unity between the different Aboriginal peoples. https://theconversation.com/friday-essay-creation-destruction-and-appropriation-the-powerful-symbolism-of-the-rainbow-serpent-169934

The Wikipedia article on Rainbow Serpents has some good info too, so check it out if you want. Just don't take it on as an authoritative voice on the subject.

*NAIDOC week is a week long event meant to recognise and celebrate Aboriginal culture as well as teach non-Indigenous Australians about Aboriginal and Torres Strait cultures and allow them to participate in with. The NAIDOC acronym stands for National Aborigines' and Islanders' Day Observance Committee. You can find out more at their website: https://www.naidoc.org.au/

#fate #fate requiem #fgo #I don't know what to tag this character as #since she hasn't been confirmed to be a rainbow serpent

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hi hello hiiii 🥰 so... you wrote ze besstttt works on bouc/poirot stuff on ao3 and i remember we KINDA discussed with you in the comments upcoming movie SO hence the question:

your thoughts on A Haunting in Venice 👀👀

also thanks once again for your amazing works!!! truly the blessing 🙏

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEkabsmabamsbsn thank you for your kind words😭😭😭💖💖💖

I think the movie has been out long enough that I don’t need to worry about spoilers but just in case SPOILERS FOR A HAUNTING IN VENICE FOLLOWING

Short answer: eh. It was okay.

Long answer: (and I am sorry for the almost 1,000 words of an essay this is. I am sorry).

It’s been a few months since I’ve seen it which I think will be a good indicator as to what stuck with me and what didn’t. I immensely enjoy the way that Kenneth Branagh plays Poirot, so I loved that ofc. I knew nothing about Agatha Christie until Murder on the Orient Express came out so he was my first Poirot and I’ll always have a special place for him in my heart. I do think he plays some aspects of the character better than David Suchet, but David Suchet is a far superior Poirot. Anyways.

I was pleased with the tone of it because it was advertised more as purely horror but Kenny boy toed the line between extra creepy mystery and horror very well. I was also very relieved that there weren’t quite as many flashing lights as in the trailer😂 And of course since it’s Kenneth Branagh, the cinematography was AMAZING. Lots of Dutch angles tho which was strange. I thought it was interesting how Kenny touched more on Poirot’s PTSD, and as an angst/whump lover, it was delicious. The music was amazing. The story… not so much.

I think I’d have to watch it again to fully gather my thoughts on the story, but I went away with the impression that it moved too fast and was lacking a lot in certain areas. I didn’t see the twist coming at the end, but again, it was disappointing. Even my sister (who hasn’t read much Poirot) said that it didn’t seem very complex. And I love Kenneth Branagh but first and foremost Agatha is my girl. I have been known to reference her as my best friend at times. One of the things I enjoy most about Agatha Christie is that she puts like a minimum of 4 twists with the reveal, because she understood that once you reveal the killer, the story is over and most people will lose interest. And it tends to be underwhelming when the entire story has been building to a point that is over in three seconds. There were a few twists scattered through the movie, but ultimately if Kenny wanted to use a Christie book as source material, I think he should have stuck with her formula of hitting people with a bunch of twists at the end.

I did like how he kept the supernatural aspect ambiguous. I would have been foaming at the mouth in rage if he tried to make ghosts a canon part of the HPCU (Hercule Poirot Cinematic Universe). I didn’t like Oliver at all in this, which is a shame because I love her in all the Poirot books she’s in. I can tell what parts Christie is venting about writing through her which is really entertaining to me. But the actress who played her in A Haunting in Venice was… irritating. She had a lot of exposition to deliver, and while the script was tipping on the edge of having the exposition be clunky, I think a better actress would have been able to salvage it. She was so wooden. It was irritating.

For example, in Death on the Nile there’s this awkward introduction where Bouc is rattling off the names and motives of the wedding guests (which I have a problem with in itself. That movie is SO LONG and they introduce everyone in under 1 minute and then spend an hour getting to the murder part. Literally this clip is 53 seconds. Tom Bateman barely had time to breathe. Surely they could have introduced the characters in a better way with the HOUR of screen time they had before the murder). The scene is inherently clunky, and the writing is… not great. It sort of makes sense for Bouc to be telling Poirot who is who, but to give motives as well… not great.

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But even with the awkward dialogue, Tome Bateman delivers the lines so smoothly that you can almost look past the weird writing.

Speaking of my boy Bouc, I was very disappointed that he wasn’t mentioned at all in A Haunting in Venice. He was a vital part of the other two movies, and up until this point in the HPCU, he has been in every Poirot movie. It’s my opinion that if you

1. Have a character appear in more than one movie

2. Have established that character as a very good close friend of the main character, in fact, the only person the main character can trust

3. You kill that character and show that his death had an impact on the main character

You should mention it in the next movie. And especially since it’s implied that Poirot gave up detective work completely after Bouc’s death (probably even because of Bouc’s death) and this is the first murder case he’s been involved with since… I just think it was a missed opportunity to not even reference him in passing. And especially since the movie was playing into Poirot’s PTSD; surely this is a scenario that would at least make him briefly think of his close friend who he lost the last time he was in this situation.

I am approaching the movie from the point of view of a diehard Agatha Christie fan and someone who enjoys critiquing any movie I watch, so I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as I make it out to be.

All in all, I would rank the movies as:

1. Murder in the Orient Express

2. A Haunting in Venice

3. Death on the Nile

I have so many issues with Death on the Nile that pretty much anything is going to be better than that. I wrote a whole essay about it for my English class.

Anyway if you made it this far congratulations😅😂😂 What were your thoughts about it?

#asks #poirot #death on the nile #murder on the orient express #a haunting in venice #I am sorry whenever someone mentions Poirot an uncontrollable urge to write essays about my feelings seizes me

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