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Putain de Moose || Regan & Kaden

TIMING: Current LOCATION: The Pines on Wild Chase Moose Tours PARTIES: Kaden and Regan SUMMARY: Kaden promises Regan free bones if she'll go on a Wild Moose Chase Tour with him. They have an encounter with a few surprise creatures -- a real bargain for the ticket price.

“His throat may be sore because he is not used to speaking,” Regan added, catching Jane’s curious attention, “he is an experienced mime.”

Kaden was pretty sure it was still fifty-fifty if Regan would actually show up to the moose tour at the promise of free bones. He wasn’t entirely sure if her love of bones would win out over her distaste for anything remotely fun or around people. Hell, half the time, he wasn’t even sure if she tolerated him, let alone liked him. He had to believe that she at least didn’t hate him or she wouldn’t have even considered joining him on the dumb moose tour.

He knew he didn’t have to go on a whole tour to call her on her bluff about loving moose and knowing everything about them but honestly, she should get out of the house more. Or the morgue more likely. Maybe she’d get lucky and see a dead moose. He hoped so. It would probably make up for all the questions he planned to ask her about the “screaming moose.” A lie if he ever heard one. He just couldn’t figure out what she was covering up. Yet.

“You showed up,” he said, giving her a small wave. “I nearly thought I was going to get stood up.” They were both there early, sure, but he figured if he wasn’t there before her, she would bolt before he even got a chance to say hello.

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Regan thought only – and very strongly – of moose bones as she reluctantly marched toward the tour bus. At least the purple dusk sweeping over the sky made for an attractive backdrop. She didn’t even care about the live moose. Certainly did not care about Kaden. It would be easy to leave him behind. Her agreeing had nothing to do with him.

“Hello.” She met his very strange look with a measured one. Others piled up behind them, chittering amongst themselves about the moose and excitement over the tour and blah blah where were the bones? She gave Kaden a deep frown. She could sense no death on him at all. “You didn’t bring them with you, the bones. You said you would give me bones after the tour, but they aren’t here.” Was his intent that they would need to see each other again? She didn’t like it. But, she supposed, if he had brought them, she would have found a way to wheedle them out of him early. She had looked up the length of the tour. 90 minutes. And then adding to that the time it would take for the bones to be presented? The thought curdled inside of her.

The bus started with a metallic hiss of the engine and two individuals – also having not a lick of death about them – climbed out. One of them was in a moose mascot costume. The other was only slightly more normal, and wore a pair of plastic moose antlers on top of her head. Regan looked at Kaden, wondering if he knew this was the flavor of the tour?

“Hi all you ladies and moose!” She chirped obnoxiously loud, speaking into a clip-on mic. Also, was she saying men were moose? “Welcome to Wild Moose Chase Tours! I’m Jane, and this is my co-moose, Swamp Donkey. Are you all ready to see some moose? Come aboard! And grab your antlers on the way.” Swamp Donkey held a box of the same plastic antlers adorned to Jane’s head, and passengers slowly filed onto the bus after picking up a pair. Regan gave Kaden a seething look. “You owe me real antlers for this. Understood? And you’re taking mine. You can be a… rare, four-antlered moose, since you know so much about them.” Regan turned to Jane next, who was really trying to push antlers into her hands. She busied her hands instead by gesturing to Kaden. If he were close enough she would have jabbed him with an elbow. “He’s a moose expert, by the way. Animal Control. In case you need audience participation.”

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Kaden sighed. He should have known the first thing she would ask about (and probably the only thing she cared about) was the bones. He wagged a finger at her and said, “You get those after the tour.” He knew better than to have them now. If he handed them over before the tour started, she never would have gotten on the bus. And if she was going to insist she was a massive moose fan, he was going to make her sit through the whole damn tour. Maybe it would be enough to break her will to fess up at least one of her secrets, maybe give him some insight on these ‘screaming moose.’ “Wait, how did you know I didn’t have the bones with me?”

They were being led to the bus before he could get an answer. It was nearly impossible to bite back the smile and snickering when he saw the plastic antlers. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction to those. And he was absolutely going to find a way to get her to wear them. “You know, I don’t know if I can give you all the bones if you don’t participate in the tour,” he said, holding the second pair towards her on the way to their seats. “Don’t let her fool you, “ he said, nodding towards Jane. “She’s a huge fan of moose. Practically an expert. We should really all be asking her questions and having her lead the tour.” The poor employee looked confused and flustered, this was all probably above her pay grade. He tried to flash her a look that told her not to worry about all this. He wasn’t sure if she was able to interpret it.

The whole setup was ridiculous and cheesy and if he were by himself, he’d hate every second of it. But since he dragged Regan here against her will? It was perfect. Maybe she’d feel a fraction of the frustration he felt anytime he tried to get one measly answer out of her. So he put on the stupid antlers and reached over to put the second pair on her head. “Come on. Can’t see the moose without them. You might scare them off otherwise.”

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As everyone had antlers foisted into their hands and were shepherded onto the bus, Regan took an uneasy seat next to Kaden, leaving a generous amount of space between the two of them. Jane’s eyes were alight when he’d mentioned her expertise, and now Regan was expecting both she and Kaden would be picked on to answer any of her stupid moose trivia questions she had up her sleeves. Or would Swamp Donkey be asking the questions? No, Swamp Donkey was a moose. They wouldn’t have him speak.

The bus departed from the moose center and Kaden was nudging a pair of antlers toward her head. Regan hissed and tried to swat them away. “They should be frightened. Alive, they mean nothing to me.” Someone sitting behind the two of them whispered to their companion, hushed tone uneasy. And Kaden was so festeringly persistent she was forced to snatch the band out of his hands and stuff it into the pouch on the back of the seats in front of them. There. Gone. Out of sight, at least. “Is this it?” She asked him, eyes narrowed into slits. “Is this what you wanted? Are you filled with joy, or whatever it is that marks an occasion as pleasurable and exciting for you? I would do a lot for bones, but this is pushing it.” And it was also entirely too late to leave. The bus was already headed toward the highway – moose country.

As Jane flitted down the aisle to check on everyone, she stopped in front of the two of them. “Oh, did you not get your antlers?” Jane asked, voice full of confusion and what struck Regan as fake concern. She reached atop her own head, pulled hers off, and flicked a switch on the band. Before Regan could even process the blinking lights covering the antlers, they were slapped onto her skull. “Here! Take mine! They light up.” She turned to Kaden next, which Regan could at least be thankful for; he would not escape humiliation of his own. Right? Jane pushed a recording device into his hands. “As our Animal Control expert, would you mind making a recording of your best moose call? Maybe we can draw in some big ones! Channel the musk into your voice!”

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Kaden bit down on his lip to try and keep from laughing as the antlers blinked on top of Regan’s head, but he couldn’t hold it back entirely, a few snickers escaped. This was even better than he could have imagined. “Fashionable. You should keep them. Wear them to work. Make the dead bodies a little cheerier.”

Before she had time to chastise him for suggesting such a thing, there was a recording device in his face. “Uh…” His eyes went wide and confusion swept over his face. Alright, this was only fun when he was the one picking on Regan, not when he was the one in the hot seat. Putain de merde, they wanted a moose call? His eyes darted to Regan who seemed just as amused as he had been a second ago. Looking back at this Jane person, he decided to cough and clear his throat. “Sorry,” he said, trying to make his voice as dry and damaged as possible. “I can’t. Little hoarse today. You can ask our other expert.” He nudged Regan and tried to hand the device off to her. He didn’t need to see her to know that the answer from her was going to be a resounding “no.”

“Didn’t I hear you talking earlier?” Jane asked, almost looking hurt that no one was joining in on the experience to the fullest.

“What?” Kaden replied at full volume, forgetting his ruse. Merde. He tried to cough again and play it up. “Comes in waves.” That seemed to be enough for her and the bus was moving now. Finally, they were on their way. Jane didn’t miss a beat and started on her script, explaining all about the majestic moose of Maine. Now that the recording device was gone, Kaden’s hand shot up. The tour guide did her best to ignore him but he was persistent. With a sigh, she paused and nodded, allowing him to ask his question. “What do you know about these screaming moose? I keep hearing about them. This is new to me. Are they a local variant to Wicked’s Rest?”

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Kaden had tried to push the recording device toward her, and for a second, Regan was tempted to grab it, screech, and make the blasted thing expire in front of them. Jane’s insistence spared the bus that experience and Regan was left with a burning shame that she’d had such a rash impulse to begin with. It was uncharacteristic, a symptom of her present discomfort, and she needed to be better. “His throat may be sore because he is not used to speaking,” Regan added, catching Jane’s curious attention, “he is an experienced mime.”

As Kaden asked his question (with a remarkably clear voice, as Jane probably noticed), Regan felt as though the bus lurched forward, leaving her stomach behind. It was inevitable the topic of screaming moose would come up. Part of her knew that. But that did not prepare her. “Ignore him,” Regan piped up, sliding forward in her seat in an effort to obstruct Jane’s view of Kaden. “He knows everything there is to know about the subject, and is only testing your knowledge. I don’t think you should waste your time humoring him.” She gave him a dark glare, which helped distract from the painful cramping inside her gut. “That’s perfectly alright!” Jane chirped in her irritating manner, “We love our screaming moose here at Wild Moose Chase, and can never talk too much about ‘em!” She gestured over to Swamp Donkey, and the costumed man (or, more likely, underpaid college student) approached the mic. “The screaming moose are a rare, local subspecies.” Jane’s voice lowered, her hands and fingers splayed out, wiggling, emphasizing the mystery of it all. “Swamp Donkey here will give a demonstration of what they sound like.” The moose’s giant head bobbed, felt-constructed dewlap swaying.

And through the thick layers of fabric, the costumed moose man screamed into the mic. It was a harsh, unimpressive sound, and the driver did not even pause.

The bus filled with clapping hands, and a couple of children bounced around in their seats, unable to contain their awe. Regan sprung out of her seat, too. But her eyes narrowed in barely contained fury. “How dare you –” She nearly lost her balance as the bus turned, and gripped hard on the edge of the seat in front of her, knuckles tense and white. Righteousness filled her, and her tirade may as well have been voiced by her grandmother, not her; her thoughts were pumped into her from another time, another world. “Know your place,” she hissed, “an bhfuil muid ceaptha a bheith tógtha leis an gcogar truamhéileach sin?” Regan caught her breath. The stirrings of a frustrated scream pushed against her lungs but she swallowed it. And… a bus full of eyes were on her, she was starting to realize. “You call this an educational experience…” She muttered.

Jane blinked. Swamp Donkey backed away and slunk toward the rear of the bus. Regan lost her grip on the seat and staggered, the weight of her outburst pulling her back down. She could not look at Kaden.

“Right-o,” Jane said, seemingly stunned. “The existence of the screaming moose may be controversial to some. I guess.” The driver saved the moment, craning his neck toward Jane in some kind of a signal. “We have our first moose!” She announced.

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Kaden had to bite back the smirk threatening to break out on his face. The doctor seemed very eager to shut down any talk about the supposed screaming moose. Almost like she knew more than she was letting on. There was no denying that the medical examiner was full of secrets, ones she wasn’t keen on sharing with Kaden no matter how hard he’d tried. But maybe, just maybe, today he could pry one more little nugget of truth out of her. If she was a warden, well, he wanted to know that for plenty of reasons. If she was something else, alright he probably didn’t need to know. It wasn’t like they were friends. Unless they were? He couldn’t tell. Curiosity beckoned him either way. He was going to figure this shit out. If nothing else so he knew what the fuck a screaming moose really was.

“Actually, I don’t think I do know everything. I’m not local, you know. I grew up in France. It’s very far away. As far as I know, we don’t have screaming moose there so I was hoping to get a good local perspective,” he told Jane, who was all too happy to elaborate, getting the mascot man in on the whole thing. Kaden wished he had been more prepared for the screech that was unleashed into the microphone. It wasn’t quite as loud as whatever local “moose” was screaming in the woods or around town, but it was bad enough that he winced at the sound that stunned his ears.

He shot the mascot a dirty look, about to tell him to back away from the mic next time when Regan had already launched into her own grievance. Wait, she had a grievance? His brow furrowed, trying to figure out why the display had angered her so much. If he had to guess, it was almost as if she was taking the imitation personally. His eyes drifted from the moose mascot to the medical examiner, hoping to glean some sort of insight by staring at her. How dare you. Know your place. That was definitely what she said, he hadn’t misheard her. Putain, what the hell had she meant by that?

“Didn’t realize you were so passionate about screaming moose,” he said at a volume meant only for her to hear. The rest of the bus was up and scooting and standing to get a glimpse of the announced moose. “Sort of sounded like you were defending them or something. Maybe I’m off base, though.” Kaden shrugged and glanced out the window next to him, looking for the moose in question.

“Oh, wow this is a treat!” Jane said just as Kaden was starting to process what it was he was looking at. “This is a very rare moose variant that’s native to these parts. It’s not a screaming moose, unfortunately, but it is certainly unique!”

She was right about that in some ways. It certainly wasn’t a treat, though. The ranger shifted in his seat, craning his head to get a better look at the creature which was definitely not a moose. That was a bies if he ever saw one. “Putain de merde,” he grumbled. He had opened his mouth to say something to Regan when the microphone was shoved in front of his face.

“Please, tell us more!” Jane chirped, thrilled for such an exciting event. Kaden was less thrilled, pushing it away.

“The only thing I’m telling you is that we should drive far away. Now.” Funny, would be a great time for a fucking screaming moose to make an appearance.

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She did not appreciate Kaden’s pointed whispering. She appreciated even less that she had just sounded exactly like her grandmother, and she burned with shame at the realization, melting back into her seat. She could feel Kaden staring at her. He should mind his own business. Yet she couldn’t resist answering him along the same vein; it was automatic, a reflex. “They’re magnificent creatures,” Regan muttered, “so no, I won’t tolerate this mockery.” Fortunately (or unfortunately) Jane had the bus practically screech to a stop as everyone coalesced on one side of the bus to get a good look at the moose. The bus wouldn’t tip over, would it? She didn’t really want to deal with picking bodies out of wreckage today. Though considering the lack of a scream, she supposed they’d at least be alive.

The bus was full of ooing and awing and excited murmuring that people got their money’s worth. Nothing like that from Kaden, though. Shouldn’t he be more excited than anyone to see a moose, given his job? Or did that make it blasé? You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all? “What, you don’t like a unique moose?” She raised a brow, studying him. He’d given her that look enough times; now it was her turn. Regan peered over him and caught a glimpse of the animal out the window – difficult to see through the throngs of people, but it looked large. Very large. And the moose seemed… really chunky, actually. Regan had seen a lot of moose and none had a habitus quite like this. Drive away? He really didn’t like this moose. She thought back to what he’d told her in the woods, about the creatures, the giant lizard, the things he hunted, and a connection sparked… and then she let it sizzle out, because she didn’t like it.

The bus’s door hissed open and Jane bounced over to it, waving people over as she zoomed down the aisle. “Come on, come on, you won’t want to miss this one! He’s a beauty. Get your cameras ready!” Regan’s eyes widened in alarm and she looked at Kaden. Okay, it re-sparked. Concern did it. What if Jane was leading everyone out to something dangerous? Actually, an angry moose was dangerous to begin with. Did this have something to do with the safety waivers they all signed? A shared moment of panic gave way to what Regan thought might have been a shared sense of responsibility. “I can’t just let – I mean, what if – I might be the only doctor here. And moose are, you know, the – I’ve seen them gore people before, and this seems like a bad idea, doesn’t it? Big animal. Camera flashes. The morgue is nearly full right now. It can’t fit everyone here.” Okay, so they agreed on one thing. Out the window, as everyone filed out, Regan caught a glimpse of the moose again, its eyes glowing in the darkness. Why was there a third – never mind. With a chuff of hot air streaming from its nostrils, it lowered its body, its head bowed as if showing off its enormous antlers. Or as if it were about to–

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The lines in Kaden’s face crinkled as he fit some of the pieces of the puzzle together. “You’re taking this sort of personally,” he said to her, looking over to try and gauge her reaction. It was likely to be subtle unless he really ruffled her feathers, he’d learned that much. “Almost like you have some sort of deep connection to these screaming moose.” Like maybe she was one of the screaming moose. Did that mean she was a were-moose? Did she shapeshift into a moose to scream in the woods?

Putain de merde, that was the dumbest thought to ever cross his mind. She obviously wasn’t a shapeshifter, of all the fucking people on this bus, he’d know before most. Unless it was a curse and didn’t work the way normal shifters did and therefore threw off his hunter senses. He’d never heard about were-moose before but he’d also never heard of goo swallowing people whole before. Anything was possible. Except she’d mentioned fae in some capacity before.

Right, this was idiotic. And didn’t fucking matter when there was a bies right outside the bus. “I like a unique moose just fine. But some are aggressive. Like that vulture I helped you with.” He hoped she understood what he was implying from the context of it all. There was a spark of recognition in her eyes and Kaden felt a fleeting sense of hope.

Then the doors opened. And the tour guide was leading everyone out of the bus. “Hey, no, stop,” he said, trying to wave his arms and encourage the innocent idiots to turn back. “We should really leave nature be, right? View from a distance. A safe one. As a moose expert, I really recommend that you stay inside of the–”

No one was listening to him. Or to Regan. They were all too concerned with the “moose.” Kaden looked over to the window and saw it prepare to charge straight into the gaggle of moose enthusiasts outside the bus. Putain de fucking merde. Kaden couldn’t get out of the bus fast enough, he knew that much, but he had to act. Now. But how?

He reached over and yanked down the window and screamed out at the monster as loud as he could manage. The beast twitched its ears in discomfort but it was barely a disruption. It wasn’t going to change course. Shit. “Don’t look at the eye!” he shouted with his now strained voice across the way to the people oohing and awing, most of them with their phones out snapping pictures like it was all part of the plan. If only he had his gun on him but some stupid part of him thought it wouldn’t be necessary on a goddamn moose tour.

The monster was about to take off running when a loud noise split through the forest, sending Kaden’s hands to his ears to try and block out the pain piercing into his eardrum. When he looked up, he saw a rustle in the trees behind the spooked monster. Something else was there and he could only hope the antlers peaking through weren’t from another bies.

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No one was listening to either of them, and because of the way Kaden was reacting, Regan’s belly swam with dread, the instinct that something was about to go very wrong. But she would know, wouldn’t she? If someone were about to die, at least… and her lungs were compliant for now, and not so close to bursting. She stayed close to Kaden, watching him slam the window down with some confusion. “I don’t think you can fit through–” Oh, his plan was warning them with a poor excuse for a scream. How sad that his voice seemed to ache from such a small effort. “I’ve heard better,” she said flatly at him, crossing her arms, as if that were the most important commentary she could offer. Right. Probably not. “Listen to the officer!” Regan shouted, carefully – but maybe not perfectly – towing the line between regular (pitiful) human shout and her superior cords. That at least made a couple of people glance over at the bus, but she could still see flashes from a few phone cameras.

“They don’t like eye contact? And did I see a third– actually, forget it.” Regan asked him under her breath. Another flash in the darkness. And out of the corner of her eye, she saw the great creature’s head lower even more as it kicked up at the ground. This was extremely bad. Preemptively call the EMTs bad.

With the crowd mostly off the bus, Regan had enough room to squeeze down the aisle and out the door, Kaden not far behind. Before they even stumbled outside, a harsh scream split the night in half. No human could have made a noise like that. Perhaps even nothing but a banshee. Regan froze in place and locked eyes with Kaden, who looked far more pained and shaken by such an impressive aria. “Like that. That was better,” Regan told him. Was Siobhan out in the woods, somehow? Maybe she had been looking for carcasses and happened to be in the area. Her eyes were full of awe and instead of the dread that gripped her heart earlier, it now felt full.

Regan jumped off the bus just in time to see the huge moose-like beast rear up on its hind legs, screaming like a wounded animal instead of banshee. Kaden just barely managed to pull a woman out of the way before the creature slammed back down with tremendous force. And there, behind it, was a second one. Or, no, those were actual moose antlers. The moose emerged from the brush and, side-by-side with the first animal, it became immediately obvious how much larger and bulkier Kaden’s creature was. The tourists went wild. More flashes. More cheering. And the larger creature was quickly recovering from whatever had screamed near it. Could it have been… Regan eyed the moose suspiciously. No. There was no way.

But when it opened its great mouth and bellowed another scream, Regan was the only one left without hands pressed to their ears. Sure, it didn’t have the force of a banshee scream, but it nearly had the volume, and the first almost-moose was not happy about it. It bucked wildly, knocking a couple people over – Regan tried to push near them – it was finally left reeling and others were dangerously close. The moose had fully emerged now, and looking straight at the bigger creature, it opened its mouth again as if threatening it with more.

A screaming moose. Bás síoraí, an actual screaming moose.

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Kaden didn’t have time for Kavanagh’s criticisms of his scream. Nor did he have time to think about why the hell she was criticizing it at all. He had to find a way to keep the crowd safe from the bies across the way since it was damn clear they weren’t going to help themselves and the tour guides weren’t any better.

When he looked back up to see whatever the hell was headed their way now, Kaden was almost sure he was hallucinating. Was that actually a moose? It couldn’t be the source of that sound. There was no way. That wasn’t the sound moose made.

The ranger rubbed his eyes and blinked, expecting to see something different when he looked back but it only got stranger. There was definitely a moose and it was definitely screaming.

Putain de merde.

Worse yet, the tourists ate up the whole show. They were cheering, thrilled and delighted. He would have stood there slack-jawed if the bies hadn’t started to buck and flail. Kaden grabbed whoever he could out of the way and tried to use himself as a shield. The next scream from the goddamn screaming moose made him wince in pain once more and the monster used the opportunity to swing its head towards Kaden, trying to skewer him with its antlers.

His hands had been rising to cover his ears again, but he pivoted and managed to grip onto the antlers before they could impale him or anyone else. He braced against the beast, using every bit of strength he had to try and push the creature back into the forest where it came from. He had a feeling stabbing the bies wasn’t going to be a great choice in front of an audience but he had to do something. “In. Side,” he said through grit teeth. He didn’t know who he was speaking to but he hoped Kavanagh could hear him and could follow his lead. “Get them. Inside. Now.”

The monster threw its head back and Kaden flipped back with it. He held tight onto the antlers as his feet left the ground and his body flew through the air. It took a second to get his bearings, but with the next bout of wild thrashing, he leaned into the direction the bies was sending him, using all his weight to pull the creature off balance. Kaden dragged the bies onto the ground, wrestling to keep its head pinned down. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on long.

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Regan would never forget the way Kaden launched himself at the creature. It was protective and automatic; he wedged himself between the beast and the deeply stupid humans like his life was worth nothing compared to theirs. Even the moose’s next scream barely fazed him (though his ears disagreed) and he kept trying to get the others away. Was– was the thing about to gore him? His hands wrapped around the antler’s prongs and, for a second, the two of them were locked eye to eye. That must have required tremendous strength. Regan thought of Jade tumbling with the spawn and coming out on top. This thing was far larger, and it easily catapulted Kaden over its head.

She still did not believe half the things he said. But between his actions right now and Regan being pressed for what to do, she decided to lower herself to listening to him. She pulled in a deep breath and faced the crowd. Fine. “Come on, back on the bus! There’s an… official screaming moose viewing seat. You do not want to be the last one there. The best views go to those who get there first.” Never mind that the best views were out here; she was as qualified as anyone to make it official, so her stomach allowed it to pass as the truth. A few people murmured amongst themselves and excitement fomented. In the background, Kaden was nearly trampled. Come on, humans. Come on. It was working. In just a few moments, everyone was clamoring to get back on the bus – to relative safety. Jane looked more than a little peeved at being usurped, but then something changed in her face. Her gaze fell toward the bus. Envy streaked through her eyes. She needed to see the official seat for herself. How could she not have known this about her own bus?

In, they were all going in. The bus was packed right. And right now, Kaden was her primary concern. Somehow he’d managed to push the creature back, but that wouldn’t last for long, and his muscles had to be splitting right now as he became one giant contusion. “Can you move?” Regan called out, eyes darting between the waiting bus and the beast that would not be preoccupied for much longer. Another scream from the moose bought a little time.

She needed to get in front of Kaden and get him as far back as possible. No, you just need to be better. It was difficult to pry her way between them, but Kaden was losing steam quickly and wasn’t fast enough to stop her. Regan’s throat was clenched as tightly as her fists as she tried to funnel her own screech toward the creature, but directing the sound was a skill she hadn’t perfected, and she was already wincing thinking about what Kaden’s ears must be going through. That was a problem for later.

The huge animal wobbled, three eyes blinking dazedly, and then bolted back into the woods with all of the grace of slipping on ice. The moose – the actual moose – only stood stoic, watching all of this with an almost bored expression on its long face. If one could read a moose’s face. Maybe they all just looked a little bored? And then its head turned, and Regan froze as the animal seemed to stare straight into her. Was it going to charge them? No, it… with a subtle nod of its head that made its dewlap bob, the moose simply turned and wandered back into the woods. If she were willing to suspend her disbelief about a moose expressing something on its face a little more, she suspected it would have been something like approval.

She bent down to tend to Kaden, but her eyes were fixed on the spot where the moose once was. “What an amazing creature,” Regan said, stunned and meaning every word. “The moose, I mean. I think I get it now, you know. The tour.” Right. Doctor. Patient. Hero. “Do you need, uh, some help? Can you even hear me?” Perhaps she should have acted like her hearing was addled, too. At this point it was probably easier to make something up, however much it twisted in her gut. Regan offered an arm rather than her hand, in case Kaden needed to brace himself.

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If he had time to feel relieved, Kaden would have felt it wash over him as he saw the tourists start to shuffle back onto the bus. He didn’t know how she had convinced them to do so, especially considering Kavanagh made a terrible saleswoman, but he was glad she managed.

He was less thrilled to see her headed towards him and the bies and the moose. He’d lost his grip on the antlers but the hunter managed to duck away as they threatened to gore him. Kaden didn’t know how long he could keep going, but he threw his body into the creature’s side anyway, pushing it back and sending it stumbling off balance.

Kavanagh was still headed his way. And telling him to move? A hoof slammed into his knee and Kaden found himself on the ground, Regan standing between him and the bies. No. This wasn’t going to– He had to stand up and drag her away. But he was barely on his knees when a scream shot through him like a bullet to his eardrums. He doubled over and tried his best to block the sound with his hands over his ears. It didn’t seem to do much to help and he was sure he was screaming, too, but he couldn’t have heard that even if he wanted to. And the thought of any more sound layered on top of whatever that was only seemed like asking for pain.

When he was able to peel himself off the ground and look up, the bies had turned and darted back towards the forest. The moose, however, was still there, stoic as ever. Did it…? No, there was no way that moose nodded at Kavanagh. He must have been seeing things. The ringing in his ears must have spread to his vision somehow.

All he could hear were muffled words from the doctor as she faced him. Kaden did his best to understand but it wasn’t happening. The arm held out, that he could understand. He reached out and braced himself as he stood, shakier than he thought he was. He made a meager attempt to wipe off some of the dirt and leaves covering his clothes but he knew it wasn’t worth trying too hard at this point. “What the hell just happened?” He realized the error of asking that right now as soon as he spoke. “Actually, tell me later. When my ears aren’t fucking bleeding.” He wasn’t entirely sure if they were or not, hadn’t checked, but it sure felt like they were. “You know I really thought the screaming moose were bullshit you made up,” he told her as they made their way back onto the bus.

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Oh, yes, Kaden was going to be purple. At the mention of bleeding ears, Regan craned her neck to check if he really did have blood dripping down the sides of his face. Nothing. Dramatic. She plucked a leaf from his hair while she was at it (though it did kind of match with the lovely roadkill sheen he was sporting). “So… so did I.” Regan wiped the stunned expression from her face – it was something her grandmother would have berated her for, and it was better to keep up the ruse anyway. “I think you might be able to explain more than I can,” she said, perfectly aware, and grateful, that he might not hear. “You’ll be fine. Stay away from loud noises for a while. No using a firearm. Oh, I should write this down for you…”

Back on the bus, everyone pushed past Regan (how dare they lay a finger–) and immediately swarmed Kaden. “Tell us about the screaming moose! And the thick moose!” They dangled from his shoulders, pulled at his jacket, and Regan did all she could to avoid blowing the windows out of the bus (which, mostly, was biting her tongue and processing the fact the screaming moose really existed). But right now, Kaden was her patient – again – and all of this jostling would only prolong recovery. When Regan was sure she wasn’t about to scream, she barked out a warning. “You’re not going to hear anything from him unless you stop shouting and sit down. Your shouting is nothing to be proud of, anyway.” Jane had been caught up in the feeding frenzy but must have realized Regan had a point (even if not delivered to her liking), because she asked everyone to be seated in a much more genial manner.

She herself was immune from the instructions, though. As everyone bounced in their seats ready to hear more about the showstopping moose they just saw – best tour ever, they murmured – Jane (flanked by Swamp Donkey) rushed up with something shining in her hands. A pit formed in Regan’s stomach. But then Jane reached past her, to Kaden.

“You get to wear the golden antlers!” She crooned.

Regan needed to figure out how to leave a 10 star review on her Blackberry.

#writing #c kaden

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glapplebloom · 2 months

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I saw SatAM trending because of this, so why not give it my thoughts.

SatAM is one of the first animated series for Sonic the Hedgehog. Since this was the 90s and only two games were released at the time with no dedicated cutscenes, DiC took this concept and ran wild in two different directions. While Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog was more cartoony, SatAM was a serious story. Serious in kids standards at least.

Dr. Robotnik has taken over Mobotropolis and it is up to Sonic and the Freedom Fighters to stop him from taking over the world. It was so popular, it inspired Archie Sonic to continue making comics after 50 issues. Though by that point any similarities to SatAM were surface level. So the question remains: should Sega bring back the Freedom Fighters into the Main Sonic line proper? Let’s look at the Reasons I can see for and against it.

SEGA should bring back the Freedom Fighters

Popularity: First premiering in 1993, fans of them are still talking about them to this day. The fact that SatAM was trending in 2024 definitely shows that there are still people willing to support these characters.

IDW: They would be super easy to establish into the Main Series thanks to IDW. Since those comics are considered canon, there could be an issue where the opposite side of the Restoration is having troubles and only Sonic can reach them in time. You can introduce them properly there.

Ian Flynn: Ian Flynn loves them and when he was working with Archie he did great things with them. He fixed the issues that they were having before the reboot and made them fit well with the more focused Game Canon in the Reboot. And he’s the current Head Writer of the Sega Games.

Speed Battles: Look at how easy it is to add characters in this game. They had IDW Exclusive Characters, characters from Sonic Prime, the Sonic Movie versions, even the Lego Versions. They can easily insert the SatAM Cast in here.

Money Making: While I don’t know if they could print the stories that don't have Penders involvement, they could for Ian Flynn’s work. And that means if they can work on an agreement, we could have reprints of those Archie Comics again. And they can use those reprints to reintroduce new fans into these characters so when they do show up in IDW, they can get a leg up.

SEGA shouldn’t bring them back

Archie: While plenty of people who are supporting them are fans of SatAM, I have a feeling a good majority of them are actually following the Archie Version of the Freedom Fighters. And considering how the reboot got looked upon, I can see those who grew up with the comics not liking any direction they would take that isn’t one to one.

Redesigns: Despite the Reboot doing a great job redesigning them to fit more Game Canon, they would have to redesign them again to ensure they don’t look similar to their Archie designs. So there could be a chance people may not be able to recognize them as the Freedom Fighters when they first look at them.

Why not New: Sadly, regardless if they try to keep them as true as possible or give them the Breezie treatment, you probably can get more mileage if you just make a brand new character. They could probably do the same ideas as the Freedom Fighters and possibly more.

Jealousy: By bringing in the SatAM crew, you may get similar people rallying for others from other Sonic cartoons and wondering why not them. I know there are plenty of Sonic X fans who would love to see Tails’ best shipmate.

The Games: Sonic has a large cast of characters. The most we’ve seen recently was Murder Mystery. Whisper and Tangle only showed up in Sonic Forces Speed Battle, a mobile game where adding characters is the sales pitch. The last time they made a game where each character just wasn’t just a different version of the Sonic gameplay was Sonic Unleashed, and they were both Sonic.

My Stance?

Honestly, I’m not sure. I bet if Ian Flynn could bring them back to the Sonic Universe through IDW he would do a great job with them. Then again, I do like what he’s doing now. Belle’s tragic story. Surge and Kitsunami being the Sonic version of the Androids. The Diamond Cutters Interpersonal Relationships that Mimic is hoping to destroy. To add these characters now when we got two of these stories going on right now maybe is asking too much. Maybe when all of that is settled. And I’m still waiting for Sticks the Jungle Badger to return. So far it was just a name drop. And that was in 2022.

But what about in a game? While I definitely can see ideas for a game using those characters, Sega just released Sonic Frontiers in 2022 and Sonic Superstars 2023. Those are good first steps for those types of gameplay. And they’re going to take a while since they’re working on Sonic X Shadow Generations now. If they would, I wouldn’t trust them until they iron out the Frontiers formula.

#research bin

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dawnanddorisqna · 1 year

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How do you two feel about Disney's recent "live-action" remakes? I mean I can safely assume you're not fans but could you be more specific?

I don’t mind some of them really. The ones that tell a new story are kinda fun for me. Like Cruella. And Doris is shaking her head at me so I’m going to keep talking out loud while I type. Seeing real actors do a new twist on something can be fun. It’s just when they tell the same story that I think it’s boring, and the CG characters rarely hit as well as the hand drawn ones. Those full on remakes that just rinse and repeat are not really allowed in this house. Only 90’s Lion King here. A movie like the Little Mermaid could be great with a new story. Go closer to the crazy dark story or something, but don’t just retread. And Doris is pacing and wanting to rant probably….so…I…won’t….take…..toooooooo….much…..time…to…

Thank you so much for this question, it’s something I do think of a lot. Now of course, remakes of animated properties isn’t anything new. It’s been something of an event for years, having major stars play live versions of animated characters. It never overshadowed the animated characters, and actually brought more attention to them, and Disney was at the forefront of this, producing live versions of classics.

Yes, This is a Disney produced film, and I enjoyed it.

It wasn’t until about the 1990s that they brought an adaptation to theaters based on one of their own films. The Jungle Book.

This was under the leadership of Michael Eisner, who would also see the studio create remakes of 101 Dalmatians. His protege Bob Igor would take these same practices and continue them once he became CEO. I was honestly fine with these remakes, mostly because they were telling new stories or a different perspective. That changed once Alice in Wonderland came out in 2010

This was a troubling film. Not for being a poor view in my opinion, but for being so successful. This film made a Billion at the box office. When something makes that much, that’s basically film now. It hit that mark and I saw a flood of remakes coming, and they did.

Animation has always had a difficult time in the minds of studio execs. They see it as for kids and rarely want to try anything new or invest in stories with it. Alice breaking the box office confirmed to them that live action and photo realistic is for kids AND adults. So why invest in what’s only for kids when they could also get the adults?

I really hate this form of thinking, because these films wouldn’t exist without the original animated version. That’s all they stand on. There’s a reason the Aladdin trailer has the cave of wonders and why the Lion King showed the circle of life. It’s all just nostalgia bait. No creativity, nothing new, just a checklist of familiar things. It’s lazy and unfortunate that it keeps bringing in so much money for the studios.

Like Dawn said, Some of these films do tell new stories, and I wish all went that route, but most are simply painting over films to retell the same story but with lifeless visuals.

Animation is so deeply undervalued, and this is a crime, as it’s one of the most heartfelt methods of storytelling. Every frame is cared for, characters becoming so expressive and visuals that can connect to any generation and grip your heart. It’s magic on film, and there’s now people in charge of this industry who couldn’t care less about it.

This was on full display at the 2022 Academy Awards (at really every Oscars, but this one is of note)

These ladies are lovely, but this was a low moment. Taking the time before the award to show a trailer for the live action little mermaid, having the host put down animation, and then the award presenters being 3 actresses who play live action versions of animated characters, the message was clear. This industry doesn’t care about animation, live action is what really matters.

There were apologies after this, but if you look at how Disney advertises their films, the live action remakes get the brunt of the advertising, animation gets the scraps. Where the 90s remakes were simply fun, we’re now in a full overdrive of them.

None of this should be a surprise. Studios go for whatever makes money and what seems easier, and these films have a formula they find very simple. Choose something people remember, get a popular actor, add CG and a lot of familiar scenes and watch the money flow in.

A real show of how greedy this system has become came in the same year as that Oscar display. A year Disney would take one of their most beloved films, one that was Walt’s favorite, one that became part of the theme of Disney and was considered untouchable…and they remade it.

The original Pinocchio didn’t perform well when it opened (due to a war breaking out on its premiere date). This was crushing for Walt, but when it was rereleased it found an audience and became a classic. This film has a lot of amazing effects with water, magic and references being used in a clever way. Ideas of a sequel or any continuation were always shut down because this was one of the special films of the studio. But as time went on, and the remakes proved wildly profitable, we were bound to see this care fade away and bring us what many of us feared.

Nothing is untouchable after this. And sure enough, we’ll soon be getting Bambi, Moana, Lilo and Stitch, the Aristocats and countless others. While on the animation front? Those are announced, like Wish, but not with the fervent need that the live action films are.

Now, do I hate the idea of live action remakes? Not really, but obviously there are things I wish they’d change. For one, I think it would be great if animated films were treated equally and given the same amount of attention by studios. If they were, I think we’d have another renaissance on our hands.

Second, STOP JUST TELLING THE SAME STORY! It’s all nostalgia references, and if the studio couldn’t plug in familiar songs, scenes and lines throughout, these films wouldn’t be made. But I think it would be far more rewarding to get a new experience with familiar characters. Tell us what happened years later, focus on a new character, or retell it and stick to the original story or let a director really put their stamp on it and create something different. Right now these films are amazingly dull with the same story and visuals that are pointlessly realistic. How do you remake something and take the life out of the characters and call it a feature!? If you don’t know how to show an animal with emotion (embarrassing, that’s animation 101. The directors should trust animation more), then find another way or just don’t do it.

Third, use these remakes as a vehicle to lift new artists. Give a new promising actor a chance to become the live face of this character. Let a new director show their style and start a career. These are guaranteed hits and it would be good to bring some new talent into the industry with it.

And last, limit yourself on these. With so many being rushed into live action remakes, I feel like Pixar films aren’t far behind. And now that Universal is getting into it by remaking Dreamwork’s How To Train Your Dragon, we seem to be on a path of over abundance. Wild, as we seem to already be there, but it’s getting worse.

I would much rather see a remake that takes a new path come out every few years, than the constant barrage we have now.

Thank you again for the question,

Doris.

#animation #doris doodle #toontown #dawn doodle #cartoon #doris and dawn #doris #animated #disney #disney remakes #live action remakes #opinion post

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Undead Unluck ch. 142 thoughts

[141 2/3 Chance of Winning]

According to translator David Evelyn, Void’s character design is based on Balrog from Street Fighter, and his opponent for the title match, Ed, is based on Balrog’s protege. When we see him in a couple pages, he’s even got Ed’s hairstyle! A fun little reference that I unfortunately couldn’t have caught on my own. Speaking of, that bit about “Shinora fashion” last week was a reference to a 90′s pop artist, Tomoe Shinohara, who inspired a particular fashion boom at the time. Maybe I should try to find Cipher Academy’s translator’s twitter so I might get similar updates there

Fuuko points out that Void is as tall as if not taller than Andy, but honestly that’s not where the similarities end. Dude basically has the same hairline, same brow, even the same smile. No wonder Void was introduced wearing that mech suit, Tozuka probably didn’t want to get called out for sameface so early on

Nico’s statement that the match will be one “that’ll never make the history books” is a really powerful line, a stark reminder that the Union’s efforts won’t be known to humanity, even with such a public spectacle as this. We see it in more detail later in the chapter, so I’ll cover it then, but it’s sad knowing that they’ll forever be unsung heroes

Void assumes that Fuuko is just a fan trying to get an autograph, which is frankly a natural response considering how ludicrous it is for a kid to jump on stage and demand to fight a professional boxer. I love the detail that he asks if Fuuko is spelled with an F or an H, because the “fu” kana is actually in the H’s: ha, hi, fu, he, ho, so technically it’s pronounced hu. If you listen closely when a character pronounces fu, you might even hear it. It’s interesting for an American to question that, though; does Void know Japanese? How worldly of him (though he does spell it Fuko)

Fuuko’s little pouty face as Void treats her like a child is honestly downright adorable, and frankly this is the kind of humanizing moment that Void’s been really missing. When he first showed up, he was just a bruiser and frankly a huge jerk, diminishing Andy and Fuuko to “UMA freaks.” Idiot wasn’t even clear on the difference between UMA and Negators, what a meathead. But now we see that he’s a real showman, always ready to meet a fan head on, going straight to taking photos and giving autographs despite how clearly rude Fuuko’s being in this situation

Nico suggests using the memory manipulator to make everyone see Fuuko as Ed, but Fuuko refuses, as she wants to face Void (and by extension all of the other Negators) as herself without hiding behind tricks or disguises. If she wants to build a team that trusts her to succeed and have their back, and in turn will have her back, she needs to be genuine with them and not manipulate them. When she met Nico, she couldn’t tell him about his fate lest she change his future for the worse, which made it difficult for him to trust her, but because she so earnestly admitted that it was because she wanted what was best for him, he chose to trust her anyway. Even when she got Ed to back out of the fight, she convinced him it was because he was in danger rather than by hypnotizing him, so Fuuko really won’t try to take away anyone’s autonomy if she can help it, which I think is a quality of a good leader

I think it’s Fuuko’s sincerity that also finally convinces Void that she’s not just a fan; when she stops trying to make it a spectacle and simply looks him in the eye, he can tell that she has every intention of fighting him. This in turn sparks bloodlust in Void, which Fuuko feels quite literally like a punch to the face. Seeing Fuuko’s face caving in, even if it’s just a visual metaphor, was extremely jarring and downright terrifying for a moment; this is a dude who’s punch killed a champion-level boxer, would Fuuko really be able to survive a sucker punch to the nose like that?

What’s really cool though is that even though she’s clearly shaken by Void’s intensity, Fuuko gets this huge grin on her face, like this is exactly what she wanted (which it is). Fuuko recognizes how big of a threat Void is, but she knows the only way to get through to him is to face him head on, so getting his attention and respect is a huge step forward

Void then tries to dissuade Fuuko from fighting him not because he’s out of her league, but because he’s out of her weight class; it’s not appropriate for someone like him to fight someone like her, so while he’s convinced that she’d be capable of fighting well based on her spirit, he’s understandably not willing to take on an opponent so far outside of regulation

He tries to tell Fuuko that they’re from different worlds, but Fuuko insists that they’re from the same world: Earth. This fits in really well with a point that I made a while ago, that both the Sun and Moon themselves are representatives of the Gods, so the Earth is representative of mankind. Dividing a sport into weight classes is a rule set in place for safety regulations, but as is customary for Undead Unluck, Rules are not meant to restrain personal freedoms, so loopholes like “I’m not a professional boxer, so weight class rules don’t apply to me” is perfectly reasonable logic

Void gets fired up and decides he’s ready to fight Fuuko, charging straight in while calling for the cameras to get shut off, while Fuuko herself insists that they keep rolling. I assume Void wanted to brawl and didn’t want the world seeing that, while Fuuko probably either wanted to build the world’s hype for the title match or was willing to use this moment in place of it. It doesn’t really matter what the motivations are, though, cus honestly that exchange is just really cool and leads into a fun confrontation

Fuuko ducks, but the hood stays behind and gets caught on Void’s fist. Void’s punch rips the hood right off, which is a little sad considering that he told Fuuko to treasure it, but that probably goes to show how much more Void values the thrill of the battle than the petty symbols of fame. Fuuko lands a body blow, impressing Void with her speed and quick decision time. The force of Void’s attack rattled her brain a bit though, so she bit her lip to force herself to remain conscious. Can you imagine if she took that blow? Probably would’ve knocked her block off

Void is so impressed that he decides to take Fuuko up on her offer, though he worries about the corporate sponsors; because the rest of the world’s opinion of her isn’t really a big deal and she already got Void’s approval, Fuuko doesn’t really mind brainwashing everyone else to be hyped by what they saw rather than rightly concerned about a deranged fan jumping a professional boxer and nearly getting her face punched in. It’s sad that with so much excitement from the crowd that they’re undoubtedly going to have their memories erased after everything is said and done, but honestly I would like it if the match is so fun for everyone that Fuuko decides to let the world remember Void as the fighter he is rather than take that glory away from him, but we’ll see in a chapter or two

Void thanks Fuuko for reminding him of the days in his youth where he fought for the sake of fighting, meeting all kinds of opponents rather than just the “approved” challengers. He recounts this phase of his life as being lucky, implying that he feels lucky to have met our resident bad-luck charm, a lovely sentiment despite his horrifying expression

Meanwhile, in the background, Gina is absolutely losing it having to watch Fuuko getting attacked; she doesn’t seem to have gotten the memo that Fuuko is literally here to fight the guy, and goes straight into making Unchanging hands and feet, presumably kicking off her shoes to get ready for battle in an instant. What’s really funny is that, thanks to Unchange, Gina is absolutely more than a match for Void, despite the fact that without it he’d probably tear her to pieces

Nico thinks that Fuuko’s attack didn’t phase Void, but we cut to Void with a big enough bruise on his gut that he actually needs to lean on the wall for a sec. He claims that the attack hit him from the inside out, which I believe is a move that’s more common in Asian martial arts than Western boxing. When I used to do tae kwon do, one of the sections of my black belt advancement test was to break the last board in a stack without breaking the previous two, which was NOT A THING THAT THEY’D TAUGHT ME BEFORE THAT POINT, SO I DON’T KNOW HOW THEY EXPECTED ME TO DO IT THEN! Hardly seems fair now that I think about it...but I digress. It’s not unreasonable for Fuuko’s move to disperse the force past Void’s muscles into his organs, though maybe it’s more fantastical than that and Fuuko has learned to use ki attacks by manipulating her soul? I don’t really mind either way, I’m just excited to see another facet of Fuuko’s growth as a fighter

I don’t remember if I brought it up in a previous week, but the idea that Fuuko’s first fight in a Quest is against Void is shockingly fitting since Void was actually the first Negator that she and Andy fought against in the beginning of the series. Sure, we’ve seen her fight and defeat Feng, but this is a Quest, the true starting line of her journey as the head of the Union; starting off by confronting an opponent she couldn’t even hope to face alone at the beginning of the story is a beautiful little bookend to lead into the final phase of the story

Actually, now that I think of it...this is being televised to the world, yeah? Undead Unluck is kind of like One Piece or Dragon Ball in that the events of one arc generally have connective tissue to the next; if the world sees Fuuko battling Void, then other Negators are going to see it too, aren’t they? This could well have far reaching implications for how she’ll meet Billy or Juiz, but I think that this would be a great time to get the message out to Andy that the Quests have begun. While it’s possible that we won’t see Andy joining the Union until Ragnarok approaches, I certainly don’t want to wait until the literal final battle for Andy and Fuuko to be reunited. They were apart so long during the Spring arc, and then they barely had any time back together in the Ruin arc before being separated by the Loop, I want to see my favorite couple god dammit!

Next week’s fight is shaping up to be real exciting, and like I said, I’m endeared to Void now after all this time, so even if it won’t be remembered in the context of the story, I’m sure this is going to be an iconic moment in the series going forward!

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime #4y1a reviews

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themakeupbrush · 2 years

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Couture Week Days 1 & 2 Thoughts

Some of these aren’t actually “couture” and are just shows that have happened during couture week but I don’t really care tbh.

Schiaparelli- Good, but needs to let up on the some of the details I feel are overdone at this point. Not as good as last season.

Iris van Herpen- Very cool as per usual, but I honestly don’t know if I could tell this collection apart from any previous collections.

Georges Hobeika- Pretty extreme in terms of some very good and very bad looks. I’m biased because I love sparkly dresses, a lot of the concepts are things he’s done before

Dior- bland is genuinely the only word that comes to mind. It would have even been boring for rtw. There’s so much more they could have done with the ukrainian folklore/folk art/tree of life theme, and they failed. The only “good” looks were still boring and exact replicas of things maria grazia has done at dior and valentino. The details and embroidery are fantastic, but they get lost in the blandness of the clothes and the credit there goes to the artisans, not the designer

Rahul Mishra- way more interesting take on the tree of life theme than dior. I loved this.

Giambattista Valli-It’s amazing he could have that many looks and literally nothing good. It wasn’t even just repetitive like some of his previous collections have been, it was just not good.

Chanel- I have come to the conclusion I just am not a fan of chanel. They’ve rehashed the same designs so many times they all blend together for me, and I don’t love any of them.

Alexis Mabille- it would have been fine for a rtw collection, but this is not couture.

Stephane Rolland- Uglier versions of the same designs he always does

Julien Fournie- Only taken a quick look, but so far, love the drama. They always put on a true show

Alexandre Vauthier- So boring I had to look it up again even though I’ve already seen it because I couldn’t remember a single thing

Armani Prive- Same designs they always do, in the same color palette. Kind of feels dated, and of course there were some nice gowns but to only find maybe 10 decent things out of a 90+ look collection is a pretty bad ratio. But this is always the case for me with armani

Tony Ward- I can hear Tim Gunn saying to edit. This is probably one of the least cohesive collections I’ve seen.

Overall I’m disappointed so far. It feels like a lot of innovation and drama has been lost in couture in general. These shows don’t have the artistry couture shows used to have, they barely have the content for a rtw show. In the past you were always excited for what you were going to see and never really knew what to expect. The last few years you always know exactly what you’re going to see before the show even starts. I don’t know how many times I can essentially watch the same runway show. Designers need to stop resting on their laurels and the cache of their brand and actually put out some interesting work.

#fall 2022 couture

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tiny-chubby-bird · 2 years

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scrambled thoughts that are probably 90% inaccurate because i’m bad at remembering warframe plot/facts:

ballas saying he has always been alone because his vision was incomprehensible to "people", becoming incredibly jealous when margulis spends all her time helping the zariman children and showing motherly love towards them, him devoting several of his warframes to memories of her and then his big tantrum where all his bottled up anger and bitterness gets directed towards natah who was “supposed” to be the new margulis,,,

honestly the man just makes me sad at this point. he's always been alone, so even though he's lived several lifetimes it sounds like he's never been loved by anyone (or at least he never felt loved because he didn't feel understood by anyone), and probably never truly loved anyone himself. and but then he met margulis and he loved her, but he became super clingy because she's the first person he's felt this way about and the first person to love him/understand him i guess.

and while he wasn’t happy with her work with the tenno and didn’t like these void devils he still supported her, in his own,,, ballas way. also apparently giving the children nightmares so that he’d still be needed by margulis somehow. but they took margulis’ sight away (by accident of course), which was forgiven by her but not by him, and i guess it was another factor for his bitterness because she never forgave him for what he did (understandably of course). from the voice lines between her and ballas in the apostasy prologue, it kinda gave me the sense that they probably had a big disagreement the day before she got executed, her asking him to help her and “get her out of here”, and him saying he can’t, “can’t or won’t?” and then later her saying he’s no different than the rest of them, him asking her for forgiveness but never getting it, with margulis’ last words dedicated towards her “sons and daughters”, and then she got executed, and while he regretted abandoning and sacrificing her for his “faith”, he mostly blamed the tenno, because if it hadn’t been for them, she would still be alive.

so then he contacted hunhow later on and tried to get him to kill the tenno by revealing their location on lua, telling him that they’re the ones controlling the warframes that are currently winning the war against sentients for the orokin. I guess that didn’t work out too well and i still don’t rlly understand all the details because,,, well, DE isn’t very good at making the plot and timeline clear and comprehensible. i don’t know how the whole natah becoming lotus thing happened but pretty sure ballas was the main reason for that, trying to make himself a new margulis to feel better, a margulis he could control so she wouldn’t leave him again and would love him, but,,, i guess that didn’t work out so well either, because she chose the tenno over him once again (at least i think she chose them, i don’t think ballas would want her to do that).

and i still don’t know how much of ballas dying and then becoming a sentient-hybrid was part of his big plan, or if that wasn’t planned at all, but i do feel like either way, it did take part of his humanity away. i feel like it did fuck up his psyche even more, either the dying part or the “not being human anymore” part (though orokin have died several times, they kinda see death as a joke because they’ve found a way to come back. i mean their halloween is all about celebrating their immortality by dressing up as the dead to mock death).

idk where i was going with this, my brain is rotting and i have a lot of feelings.

#warframe spoilers #warframe ballas #his clinginess is unhealthy but so was the entire orokin empire and i doubt any of them ever went to therapy #i doubt it even exists in that world but who knows #also can u imagine an orokin admitting they're anything less than perfect unthinkable #im so confused at the timeline and plot #like pls DE pls make it clear #this is all recycled info for when i was attempting to do plot/timeline research for a fic with ballas in it #so take most of this with a grain of salt because my brain is mush #also BIG DISCLAIMER this isn't supposed to be exusing any of ballas' actions!!#im not defending him or anything #look i started off hating his guts and gagging when he was on screen but somehow it all turned into whatever the hell this is #and here we are

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crazedlunatic · 1 year

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Matt & Adrian’s First Date

“I honestly didn’t think you were going to show up. That’s why I suggested the beach… since, you know, you spent two months cancelling within two hours of the date.”

Adrian sat down on the ground in front of him, looking apologetic but not actually apologizing. “I didn’t even know there were beaches here.”

“How did you not know there were beaches here?” Cookie Guy, or Matt, looked at him like he was crazy. “There’s seven… although, honestly I would only consider three of them real beaches myself. Massachusetts has a weird definition of beach.”

“I probably did not know because I’m not from here and spend 90% of my life at work or school.” Adrian shrugged.

“So, you don’t live here live here?”

“I’ve been here about a year and a half. I go to Harvard.”

“You were giving me a hard time about my age and you’re still in undergrad?” Matt looked amused.

“No. Harvard Law.”

“Oh. Wow.” Matt’s eyes widened. “Okay then.”

“Yep. A pretty guy who is smart too. Love the trope.” Adrian sighed.

“School isn’t really my thing.” Matt said. “But good for you.”

“What is your thing?”

“Apparently playing date tag with a stranger who stole my cookie.” Matt shrugged.

Those freaking blue eyes.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“There is no way you had things come up for two straight months, by the way. So why did you even come?”

Adrian narrowed his yes.

“I mean… I even had to get two shifts covered only for you to cancel… that meant I had to work St. Patrick’s Day and I really wanted to get drunk, so…” Matt said. “It’s literally the first actual holiday I’ve had off in three years… well, would have been.”

“Your job sounds like it sucks.”

“It pays well.” Matt shrugged.

“Are you even old enough to legally drink?” Adrian asked him.

“Do you think you’re better than everyone else or just me?” Matt titled his head.

“Wh—”

“You aren’t very nice. I thought the whole cookie thing may have been a fluke because we all have bad days… but you don’t seem that much better today.”

“Are you even old enough to date somebody out of undergrad?”

“Okay.” Matt stood. “Have a good day, Adrian. Watch out for sharks. Probably aren’t any at this beach but they saw three yesterday in Cape Cod.”

“I’m sorry. Don’t go.” Adrian looked at him.

“Why did you keep rescheduling for two months to sit here and do this? Do you think because you go to Harvard Law and you’ve got a nice face, that you can treat people however you want?”

“Because I don’t do this very well.” Adrian said. “I’m sorry.”

“Well with that attitude, I’m not surprised.” Matt sat back down. “Where are you from?”

“Colorado.”

“Denver?”

“No.”

“Aspen?”

“No.” Adrian scrunched his nose up. “Boulder.”

“What is even there? Nobody can ever tell me.”

“A lot of mountains, a lot of parks, a lot of trails, and a lot of skiing… among other things.” Adrian said. “Where are you from?”

“Here.” Matt shrugged. “But you already know what’s here.”

“Yeah, some of it.” Adrian laughed a little bit. “Honestly the only time I really get to see any of it is on winter and summer break.”

“You don’t go home?”

“I went back when my grandmother died two months ago but that was it… and I basically left after the funeral.” Adrian looked thoughtful.

“Oh my God. Is that why you cancelled?”

“Just the second time.” Adrian looked around. It wasn’t a typical beach… but it was still very nice… and very Cambridge.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Where do you work?”

“CMJ.”

“Oh God.” Matt groaned.

“What?” Adrian asked, somewhat dismissively.

“Oh, it’s great. My dad is really close friends with one of the owners, though, and he gives me a hard time.” Matt laughed.

“… Which one? Jeff?”

“That guy is an idiot. No. Bob. Er, Robert? I don’t know what people call him at work. My dad just calls him Robbie but it feels weird to call him that.”

“Your poor dad.” Adrian said.

“No. Bob’s great.” Matt shook his head. “He’s a really good person. He can be a bit of a dick, though. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to go to CMJ to…”

“To what?”

“Give him stuff for my dad.”

It was kind of true.

If by stuff you meant following him home after bad trials and keeping him from getting beat up in the office when giving criminals bad news.

Technicalities.

“What does your dad do? Is he in law?”

“No. He’s the Chief of Police. When I have nothing to do, he sends me on errands… I mean, he could just make Pete do it but I’m the youngest and we always get the short end of the stick… even though I am taller by half an inch. Which I remind him daily.”

“I’m the oldest sibling.”

“Yeah, I can totally see that.” Matt nodded.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Adrian laughed, not sure whether he should be offended.

“The oldest sibling always thinks he’s better than everyone else.”

Adrian opened his mouth and then closed it.

“You didn’t even disagree. Oh my God.” Matt rolled his eyes but he was smiling. “How many siblings do you have?”

“Four. Including a twin.”

“Oh God. Do I have to worry about you switching up on me?”

“Well that would be a silly thing to worry about because she is a girl, so no worries there. My youngest brother does look a lot like me when I was his age, though.”

“I am the youngest of four… and all of us are boys.”

“Your poor mother.”

“Everyone always says that. I mean, we were all pretty good, though.”

“Well you had a police officer for a dad.” Adrian pointed out.

“Same as any other dad. We just saw him a lot less on holidays.” Matt shrugged. “Plus, I basically put them through hell from fifteen to eighteen so I was the only trouble child… My mom used to call me ‘Trouble.’”

“What, was that last year?” Adrian teased, but this time Matt could tell he wasn’t doing it to be rude.

“Ha. No. And quit fishing. I’m not telling you.”

“I’m 23. I’m not going to be very happy if you are still a teenager or only 20.”

“I am not 20.”

“21?”

Matt shrugged.

“22?”

Matt shrugged again.

“There is no way you are older than 23.”

“I dunno.” Matt singsonged.

“If I was this anxious about a date with a 20 year old, I am going to be so pissed.”

“Let’s go do something.” Matt hopped up and held out his hand to help Adrian up.

As soon as Adrian was standing, a kid came and tackled Matt, arms going around his legs.

“THANK YOU MATTTTT!”

Adrian looked around, very confused, as a woman rushed up after the small girl.

“Mommy, it’s Matt and he saved my cat. Matt Cat. Cat Matt.”

“Sweetie, please have boundaries and he’s not even working.” The woman said.

“Nuh uh, Mommy. They’re always working. It’s in the rule book.”

“That rule book actually doesn’t exist. I was joking.” Matt said as the little girl let him go.

“At any rate, thank you again for saving her cat.” The girl’s mom said.

“Who doesn’t want to climb a million foot tree in the rain to save a cat?” Matt shrugged.

“You’re the best.” The girl looked at Matt like he’d hung the moon… and also kind of like a child-stalker.

“Okay. Tell him thank you one more time and then we have to leave because he’s on a date.”

“But they’re both boys, Mommy.”

“Well sometimes boys like boys.” The woman said. “Tell him bye.”

“Bye, Matt! Have fun kissing!”

The woman mouthed ‘I’m so sorry’ before going after her daughter, who had run off.

“What was that about?” Adrian asked. “Random girls call you when their cat is stuck in a tree?”

“I mean… not usually. My assumption is the firemen were elsewhere?” Matt shrugged. “Honestly, though, I’m pretty sure she’s in love with me. Any time she sees me she does the same thing—makes some excuse to run over and hug me… but her Mom is close friends with one of my brothers so it’s kind of hard to say, ‘I’m tired, sorry.’”

“How many girls have crushes on you?”

“What age range are we talking?” Matt asked.

“How many age ranges have crushes on you?”

“Well, you’ve got your toddler range, your kid range, your preteen range, your—”

“Okay, okay. You’re cute and likable. I get it.” Adrian laughed. “What are we going to do?”

“Are you hungry?” Matt asked.

“Not yet.” Adrian shook his head.

“Have you been to the Museum of Bad Art? It’s in the Somerville Theater.”

“How far away is Somerville?”

“You really haven’t been around much, have you?” Matt stopped outside of a very sporty Honda Civic.

“Oh God. Is this yours?”

“Yes. It is. I was too lazy to fill up my work car. I’m actually very selective about when I drive it.”

“Well, it’s very nice… how far away are we going, though? You’re not going to kidnap me, are you?” Adrian was mostly joking but gave Matt a look.

“It’s less than ten minutes away.”

“Okay.” Adrian got into the car.

Honestly, if people were coming up and thanking him for saving cats, he must not have been that creepy.

…

“That was ridiculous. I mean, I hadn’t been before either. But wow.”

“I don’t know. I was kind of partial to the ferret in a brothel one.”

“Not the creepy cat that looks like it was about to recite the Pledge of Allegiance? That or go off to war?” Matt looked at him. “Or that torso phone? I couldn’t tell if it was supposed to be being murdered or having an orgasm.”

“Yeah, that was creepier than the cat. I liked the sign that said the gallery was protected by fake security cameras.”

“Like 60% of all security cameras are fake.”

“How do you know that?” Adrian asked.

“Because companies are cheap as all get out.” Matt shrugged. “So… are you hungry yet?”

“Not really.”

“Fine. Can I just kiss you now then?”

“What?” Adrian looked at him, shocked.

“Well usually you wait until the end of the date but I’ve pretty much been thinking about it since the first time I saw you and—”

Adrian stepped up, kissing him mid-sentence.

“Oh. Okay. That was unexpected.”

Adrian smiled brightly.

“What if we just… go to my house and do that some more until you’re hungry?” Matt asked.

“Okay.” Adrian got into the passenger seat of his car.

Sure, he’d literally had sex with one of his classmates two nights before. It wasn’t serious, though… Actually, Adrian was never very serious.

Although this did feel… different.

“To be honest, I haven’t been there in two and a half days and I had barely any sleep before I left so I’m not sure if it’s clean or not but…”

“I don’t plan to be looking at your tables or floors, Matt.”

…

Adrian woke up the next morning, comfortable and warm but having no idea where he was.

Neighborhood, anything.

He could remember making out with Matt, things getting heated, and then zip. Nada. Nothing.

He was still dressed, though, so that was good.

He stood and left Matt’s bedroom, walking into the living room. Matt was sitting in his pajamas and talking on his phone.

“I mean, I’m already pulling 64 hours next week and after tonight, I’ll be at 58 for this week… Theoretically, yeah, but nobody wants to do that… Logan, seriously, if you don’t give me my birthday and Christmas off, I am going to make your life a living hell until one of us dies—probably you because you’re older… Yeah, love you too asshole. Seriously. Birthday. And. Christmas. Fine. Bye.”

“That sounds like a very crazy work schedule.” Adrian said, coming over.

Matt didn’t even jump. He just shrugged when Adrian sat down next to him.

“You knew I was back there, didn’t you?”

Matt nodded.

“I fell asleep, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.” Matt nodded again.

“We didn’t have sex right?”

“Nope.” Matt shook his head.

Adrian nodded his head once, looking at Matt. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. A first date doesn’t have to end with sex.” Matt shrugged. “You must have been tired. You were just out. I was almost worried you’d passed out from lack of oxygen.”

“Oh God.” Adrian’s eyes widened in horror.

“I’m kidding. You fell asleep when I went to use the bathroom.” Matt smiled.

“Your pillow was comfortable.”

“Yeah. I’m kind of partial to it.” Matt’s smile grew and he looked into Adrian’s eyes.

“I… uhm…” Adrian bit his lip and looked at him. “I really enjoyed yesterday with you.”

“I had fun too.” Matt smiled again.

Adrian leaned forward, his hand resting on Matt’s thigh.

“Before we do… this.” Matt sat up. “I have to admit something. I was just not going to tell you, but…I probably should.”

“If you tell me you’re straight and married with children, I might kill you.” Adrian said.

“We, uhm… met before.”

“At the coffee shop. I know. You gave me the cookie.”

“Well I almost gave you something earlier that day too.”

“What?” Adrian looked confused. “Is that an inuendo?”

“No!” Matt said quickly. “I almost gave you a ticket.”

“You wha— Oh my God. I knew I know you from somewhere!”

“Yeah. I should have told you at the coffee shop but… I didn’t want you to just turn me down again.” Matt admitted. “And then I was going to just not tell you at all but… I had a lot of fun with you yesterday and if this goes somewhere, I didn’t want us to start out with a lie.”

“They were on lunch by the way.”

“I know. Ugh, they always are from 1 to 2… but people have died going 20 miles over the speed limit several times, so…”

Adrian leaned forward and kissed him. He then pulled away quickly. “Hey! You gave me a hard time but you parked illegally outside of the coffee shop!”

“I know, I know. I didn’t know the line would be so long and honestly, they never care when I do it. Actually, it makes their shop look safer. It’s not in the best part of town.” Matt shrugged.

“You’re a cop.”

“Police officer.”

“You’re a police officer.” Adrian repeated.

“I promise I’m not a buzzkill at parties… I am, however, the one that barely drinks so I can make sure everyone gets home safe.” Matt said. “Even if you don’t see it, I will always have a gun. And I’ll always walk in before you because it’s what I do with my team out there and it’s kind of habit. I will hold it open for you still, though. I probably just won’t be looking at you while I do it… and I’ll always want to sit facing the entrance because I like to know who and what’s around me.”

Surely he’s not super young if he’s got his own team and goes in first… He must be good.

“I might be able to handle that.” Adrian gave him a small smile. “Are there perks?”

“Donuts.” Matt grinned. “Seriously. I’m not even joking… although I’ll eat any pastry. That and girl scout cookies will shut the office down.”

“What is the best part?” Adrian asked.

“The kids. My partner and I always stop at the lemonade stands and when it’s slow, we’ll play ball with kids in the neighborhood… also, when it’s slow when we work in the winter we sled with them.”

He is just too freaking adorable, Adrian thought.

“Worst part?”

“There’s a few worst parts.” Matt admitted. “Like being the first one to an accident and having to hold someone as they’re dying… coming up on an accident from speeding and seeing mangled bodies of people who didn’t have on seatbelts—especially kids. And… having to kill people.”

“You’ve had to kill people?”

“Twice. It really sucks knowing that you’ve ended a life even if it was to save someone else.”

Adrian nodded, frowning.

“The pros definitely outweigh the cons. All the emergency services are like your second family. Well, I guess I have actual real family in the police station too… And Shop with A Cop at Christmas is the best although I usually end up spending my own money too, not just what we’ve raised…I mean, basically anything with kids and I’m down. They’re so funny.”

“You don’t have a handcuff kink, right?”

“Oh God, no. Besides, handcuffs are disgusting. Everything from cocaine to feces on them. Anyone who would willingly put those on is crazy.” Matt shuddered. “Plus, I’m pretty vanilla. Very vanilla actually.”

“Are you going to tell me how old you are yet?” Adrian asked.

“Eventually I will.” Matt nodded. “But not yet.”

“But you are 21 or over?”

“Yep!” Matt said cheerfully. “So… you’re taking me out on the next date, right?”

“Yes… but only if you come back to bed with me now.”

“Don’t have to say that twice.” Matt hopped up.

“Hey… where’s your gun now?” Adrian asked, crawling onto the bed.

“Safe where nobody can get to it. Literally. In a safe.” Matt crawled on top of his, unbuttoning your shirt. “You’ll definitely be doing a walk of shame back into your apartment tonight. Sorry.”

“I have a feeling it will be worth it.” Adrian pulled Matt down on top of him.

#adrian/matt

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greenwith-ivy · 1 year

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ok i’m writing this fresh off of finishing wednesday (fresh as in like half an hour ago) and BOY DO I HAVE THOUGHTS

- wednesday doesn’t blink! very cool. i noticed this almost immediately and i pointed it out to my dad (we were watching it together) and he said that he hadn’t noticed before! (he’d already seen it twice.) so that’s fun :D - i hated both of the White Boys. i don’t even remember either of their names but i despised them. they were basically the exact same person!! i could not keep them straight, they look similar and they act nearly the exact same. i am so annoyed that they both ended up playing relatively important roles at the end - dude!!!!!! eugene!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love that guy he’s great. my favorite character - edin was kinda fun. i don’t think that’s her name but i can’t remember it. whoops. anyways she was also annoying but i think that was kind of the point, and her brand of annoying was way more endearing than the White Boys. she grew on me - i’m probably gonna make a separate post about this actually but wednesday is aro/ace and you can’t convince me otherwise. i rarely (never) headcanon characters to be a certain sexuality, but i feel so strongly about this!! - now i’m gonna speculate what the popular ships for this show will be (or are). endi/wednesday is probably the most popular if i had to guess, then White Boy 1/wednesday and White Boy 2/wednesday will probably be pretty close in popularity. next up i think we’ll have wednesday/bianca. which. i haven’t written a thought about bianca yet i need to do that. after that maybe it’ll be enid/whatever his name was who she was actually dating in the show. - okay i just checked ao3 and i was pretty close. i got the first three right and the fifth one! but apparently WB1/WB2 is the fourth most popular ship. which i didn’t even consider because why would i. they interact like a total of 3 times in the show and they both suck. why would anyone want to write more about either of them let alone both of them?? and it’s a little sad that bianca wasn’t up there in the 10 most popular (which is including friendships but i didn’t guess those) because she deserves it. - bianca time!! she’s awesome i love her. i wish she wouldn’t do the blue eyed stare all the time but i can excuse it because she’s a fish. - i was so sad when thing almost died. i couldn’t believe it i was in shock that they would DARE kill thing. fortunately for me i stayed strong and didn’t believe it and fortunately for them they didn’t kill him - love all of the unsubtle metaphors in this show. my favorite was probably lycanthropy as a metaphor for being queer. that one was incredibly in your face and it was fantastic - honestly a lot of the drama between wednesday and her parents seemed so forced??? like. maybe i just haven’t consumed enough addams family media (the only things i’ve seen are the two movies from the 90s and i know there’s more) but it felt like that was kind of out of nowhere? i get she’s a teenager now but idk i just never thought the addams family would have that kind of drama - fester annoyed me. we barely saw him but he just wasn’t right. (and again, maybe this is just because i haven’t seen enough other portrayals of him) - all the old women in this show had so much makeup on it was ridiculous. they’re old! let them have wrinkles please i beg you - speaking of makeup morticia’s eyeshadow wasn’t big enough and fester’s eyebags were too small and too light

i’m realizing a lot of these thoughts are negative and i promise that’s not how i feel. i loved the show i really did. it’s just i noticed i wasn’t happy with a lot of the details but i was very happy with the overall product. does that make sense? anyways, i’m excited for a potential season two at some point. i didn’t think they’d be able to get everything wrapped up in the last episode but they did! it’s a satisfactory ending (for me at least) and i would be totally fine if it didn’t get continued, but i wouldn’t object to another season either

#wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday show #wednesday spoilers #i mean i guess #you can probably infer that from the first line and i think i kept everything pretty general #but it doesn't hurt to add that #also i mean the aro/ace wednesday thing #like i feel that with my whole heart #she is!!!!

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captainsspnanon · 1 year

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C2E65 - Chases and Trees - rewatch

Columbo or Critical Role….Columbo or Critical Role…. I think Critical Role, tonight!

We got some more good travel coming our way, and then we head into one of the few dungeon crawls of the campaign. The crawls can be hit or miss with me, but I remember really enjoying this one a LOT, so I’m hoping it holds up on the second watch!

I forgot the nonsense that this DnD Beyond campaign turned into XD How many more bits of this do we have? I know we’ve at least got the reversal reveal that it was actually Sam, the master debater bit, and then the closing statements bit where Liam goes full movie-i-can’t-remember-the-name-of. Do we have more than those four? (not counting the results at the live show, and then the reveal of the actual ‘presidency’)

Aww, Ashley being “I’ll take first watch” and going like anybody? Anybody? Ready to RP please but I need someone to RP with!

Jester says maybe Yasha was a rock star during her memory loss!! How much longer til the bone harp? I feel like that’s AAAAGES away, but oh what a payoff to a throwaway bit! WAIT JESTER EVEN SUGGESTS THAT SHE PLAYED A HARP

Ugh, the details of the Fields are so visceral and beautiful, it feels so ALIVE and REAL. The creature scratching it’s back on one of the barbs, the dried out shell of the tortoise providing shelter and for them to explore, JUST SO GOOD. I am trying to be a bit analytical of why this feels more alive to me than stuff from C3 – even though C3 gets plenty of detail, and I’m honestly not sure? I know that Matt had collaborators in designing the continent for C3, maybe he feels more set by what was created by other and not as free to improv, whereas C2 he was basically the sole creator and thus could improv whatever he wanted? Because let’s be real, we’ve gotten plenty of lovely descriptions of stuff in C3, but I tend to find details slipping from my mind. Eh, it’s probably like Zadash. Zadash had a ton of stuff described at the beginning, but by the end of the campaign, Zadash was just the Gentleman’s and Pumat’s and that was it. (realistically, it’s probably also because I started with C2 so that will likely always be my favorite and my ‘best’, the same way that people who started with C1 tend to talk about how C2 wasn’t anywhere near as good, and people who are starting with C3 are talking about how C2 is so hard to get into XD. 90% + of the time, your first will be your favorite, IMO.)

(brain going brrrrrr….time to switch to columbo)

(it’s like two weeks later now. I can watch the first episode of season 4 of Columbo, or head into CR. Think I’m feeling CR today!)

(wait I’m less than 45 minutes into the episode, what. I thought I got further than this. Shame on me!)

It’s within the past few episodes that Jester has really started to notice and become disappointed with Nott’s frequent drinking. I believe it started when Nott felt she had to be drunk to confront Yeza, and has only steadily worsened from there. I like how Laura has taken this and progressed it very slowly, to reach a boiling point on this trip with her taking the flask. (I also appreciate that Laura mentions later in Talks that this is a very bad way to actually deal with alcoholism in real life, but this is a dnd game so bad decisions ahoy!)

I’m a bit sad I spoiled this fight for myself. I didn’t use the critrolestats heavily when I was first watching C2, so this time around I’ve been going through all the monster analysis and such. Which means that I will click forwards until I get to the next blog post relevant for the episode, skipping the media references/jokes as that’s not my particular interest. As such, I saw the post for the gloomstalker fight and literally went “don’t they just find the tree and the roc? What gloomstalkers?”. And now, here they are! Kicking myself just a bit as I genuinely would have been surprised when this occurred, especially as there is the tension of ‘you see a shape’, ‘you can tell the shape is the big creature, but lying down’, ‘the creature appears to be dead’, ‘there are dark blobs that are on the creature OH THEY’RE MOVING’ like – I would have completely fell for the tension! As I’m sure I did the first time I watched.

Fucking SAM. This giant goofball throwing out tactical plays when you least expect it! Oddly, the moment of having the illusory moorbounder and rider falling behind the group? It feels much more like Sam doing it than Nott doing it, to me. Perhaps this is a reason that I’ve struggled with Nott a bit. Don’t get me wrong, I love her, but she’s sort of the last on my list (excluding the Tealeafs), and I couldn’t figure out why. With this, I think I’ve got it now. When Nott does something clever such as this, I’ve been attributing it to Sam, rather than the PC. Travis does something clever? That was Fjord. Marisha putting pieces together? It’s Beau. Liam making big moves? Caleb has nerves of steel when he needs it! Sam making an awesome play? Good job, Sam. *shakes head at myself* THAT has been some damn stupid bias on my part, and I’m not even sure why I’ve done that! I need to readjust my thinking. NOTT is the one who made the illusion of the moorbounder. NOTT is the one who had the illusion fall behind, to distract the gloomstalkers. Not Sam, NOTT.

….I’m SO disappointed in myself that just that realization is having me go ‘oh wow, Nott is so much smarter than I gave her credit for!’ WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.

Okay, in at least some fairness to myself, this is actually a consistent struggle that I have with all of Sam’s PCs. Sam in some ways has the Dimension 20 style of play – improv comedian going for the joke no matter what. And while I am fully enjoying Dimension 20, I do not in any way get as invested in the PCs as I do with CR, and it’s because the players are always Visible. At CR, there are a lot of times where you actually forget you’re watching the players because the PCs take the forefront and it’s just like watching them as if they were in full costume and makeup – so to speak. In D20, the players are at the forefront with all the jokes and references (as well as their style of play and interactions with the DM and other players). (also let me be clear, this is not WRONG. It’s just different, I thoroughly enjoy both CR and D20!) Sam is frequently the member at the CR table where it feels like Sam is forefront, and his PC is less visible. I have this issue with Scanlan, with Tary, with Fresh Cut Grass, as well as with Nott. And it does mean that I give at least some of the PCs less credit than they deserve (Tary and Nott for the most part. Mainly because Scanlan IS a joke deliberately for the first chunk of C1.) I doubt this realization will change things overall for me, but hopefully now I can be aware of it more!

(last bit on this topic – but this also techincally plays along with the stats, with Nott currently having the second highest INT at the table until Beau gets her headband. Nott IS the second smartest, she just displays it in different ways than Beau and Caleb, and she’s also heavily self-deprecating and robs herself of a lot of her own talents)

I really enjoyed the first part of the combat being non-standard (I canNOT think of the word I want to use right now) with no rolling of initiative, but still respecting the essential balance of turns. Of course, there is something delightful with all three moorbounders failing their con saves, and then moving this into a more classical combat encounter.

This seems to be around the time where Matt has started using HDYWTDT more regularly, which I’m mixed feelings on. With the last battle and this, there were multiple assailants, and each one got the HDYWTDT. While I appreciate having the more detailed descriptions from the players knowing it’s the death blow, there still is something very exciting having the last (or the most important) opponent be the sole HDYWTDT in a combat. Even though the question serves the same purpose regardless of who it’s for (provide flavor for the finishing move), there’s the level of ‘yay killed the guy’ and ‘HOLY CRAP WE DID IT OMG WE WON’. That’s the downside of it become a catchprase of kinds, I guess. Instead of just being a utility statement, it becomes a Thing, and then when it’s used for it’s utility purposes, the Thing feels like it’s being cheapened.

Lol I like that it’s been so long, Liam/Caleb forgot he could cast dancing lights under a rag.

OH GOD THIS IS THE SILLY STRING!!!! in honor of liam and laura’s birthday – yup, that makes sense. Fricken chaos twins

I do like how they immediately call Travis out for being the first to fire, but we all know it’s Liam. Liam is pure chaos, but in just a different way that people tend not to think of him as chaos.

I feel like I eventually need to watch a supercut of all Essek moments, just because every time I hear Matt speak as Essek I always think it sounds wrong, which means that I don’t know what I even think Essek actually sounds like! Either way, I still wonder why Essek says that they’re doing him proud by making it to the Arbor Exemplar. It doesn’t seem to feel right, either with Essek deep in deception mode, or Essek slowly warming up to them. Perhaps just related to the fact that Essek told the Bright Queen that he trusts their capabilities, and the fact that they’ve made it there is proving him right.

Caleb asking Nott if she wants to sleep with vulture!Frumpkin tonight, my HEART. It really is quite obvious how Caleb shows affection through Frumpkin, and then every moment is just seeing it more clearly.

The beauty of the Wildmother reaching Fjord and saving him from the Uk’otoa dream is two-fold. Thee-fold. The first is just the imagery and knowledge that the Wildmother is reaching out to help Fjord, that she is giving him the opportunity to be better than he is and not feel the need to remain with Uk’otoa just for the powers he provides (or at least, the start of Fjord’s journey with this). The second is the rest of the cast reacting as Matt narrates. And the last is the beauty that you can only see with a rewatch after you’ve watched the Talks, where Travis says he though Matt was referring to Fjord’s mother rather than the Wildmother. Travis/Fjord’s face in this scene – the widening of his eyes, the slight hint of a smile – with that knowledge, adds a level of tenderness, longing, wistfulness…..just a soft subtle moment from a misunderstanding that genuinely leads to a much more beautiful moment.

Considering I had much more of a remembrance of a blow up in regards to Tori, I think I completely missed the aspect of this story going over Beau’s self-deprecation and lack of confidence. She really was so put down when she was with her family. She gets bailed out of jail, and because of that she thinks that Tori hates her forever, to the point where she’s reluctant/scared to try to find her again because she expects Tori to punch her in the face? For something that wasn’t in her control? Either Marisha discusses what she thinks would happen later on down the line, or my brain just added more into it – feelings about being a ‘rich kid’ able to be bailed out, the fact that Tori wasn’t bailed out as well, etc. etc. But in the end, in the truth, there’s a lot more assumptions of feelings by Beau than her taking the time to find out the true feelings that Tori may have had, which parallels quite nicely with Beau’s overall arc and character growth by the end of the campaign.

“I’ve seen you. I’ve seen you a lot.” OOOF. I thought this was from WAY later in the campaign, by around the time they were almost dating! This early?? And also, right before Obann takes her away??????? That is a sucker-punch to the GUT. And for Beau to hear that, and then less than a week later have Yasha ‘betray’ the group?? No wonder she got so defensive so quickly. UGH THESE TWO.

(for the record, Beau’s also in her Jester crush stage at the moment, and has been for a bit though I’m not sure where to pinpoint the start of it, but while it’s a fun pairing, it was never one that I really shipped. Mostly because Jester really has been so singularly focused on her interest in Fjord, but also because the Beau and Jester dynamic to me has always felt more of a fast bonding friendship – with the roommates and silly conversations and deep conversations and opening up your heart. If it had become the canon ship I wouldn’t have felt that it came out of nowhere, but I feel like it would have required a solid chunk of roleplay from Laura to smoothly transition from Fjord feels to Beau feels. With Beau and Yasha, yeah it’s awkward and stilted and uncomfortable at times, but it feels like there’s been mutual interest from the start, even if the interest was more shallow or superficial. Ashley did confirm in the wrap up that Yasha did go to brothels, so it’s not like she didn’t let herself have any interest outside Zuala, just that I think she shied away from any romantic interest for the longest time.)

Out of the 69 total recorded rolls for Frumpkin for perception on critrolestats, he averages either a 12.8 or a 13 depending on if I made a mistake in my calculation or not (there’s either 68 or 69 perception rolls and I can’t be assed to go through a second time). There are a lot of high rolls in there, but also a lot of low rolls. Still, it’s above average! I’m team Give Frumpkin Credit. XD

Beau running up this tree is so fucking badass I can’t even. I was shocked the first time I went into dnd forums and saw people shitting on monks and saying monks were bad because my experience of monks was BEAU BEING FUCKING AWESOME.

Honestly? This climbing section would be a great introductory scene for someone for either considering getting into critical role, or wondering what dnd can be like. You’ve got 1) showing off the skills of a class via Beau not needing to roll to run up the tree, 2) showing off the mechanics of the game by having Fjord and Jester roll, 3) showing off how failing the game can work by Jester falling on a nat 1, versus just clinging to the tree and not increasing on a 9, 4) showing off how you can play with a failure by Fjord using thunder step and Nott and Caleb using feather fall to save Jester from the nat 1, 5) showing off how roleplay is involved with Jester coming up with in game reasons for not being able to progress (her hands are sweaty because she fell, she’s nervous!), 6) showing off how the DM is in control but still will play by the rules, but can also change adjustments on the fly, and then 7) showing off how even if you’re not involved in the scene you can still have fun with Caleb making the decision afterwards to polymorph, and Caduceus reacting to each thunder step damaging the tree.

Liam’s eagle cry is reminding me of a flut-flut from jak and daxter. ...*goes to check voice credits* nope not him okay never mind

OMG when Beau jumps from the tree Marisha does the EXACT SAME ARM MOVEMENTS as the Keyleth cliffjump!!

I totally forgot that the actual roc was there because I only remember the bit about the roc baby, but now I’m vaguely remembering. Don’t they polymorph it and it keeps attacking Jester? Like as a baby bird or baby bat or something?

#critical role #the mighty nein #cr c2 rewatch #reminder that these posts may contain spoilers for all of C1 and C2

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beaversatemygrandma · 1 year

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Huh. I have some weird thoughts to get out.

Alright, so I’m 90% sure this evolved into flirting. I’m having a hard time keeping it from turning into that because I’m genuinely enjoying talking to him so much. Like this started off as a shot in the dark thinking that he moved on with his life and forgot about me entirely. Which honestly, i should’ve expected that he didn’t. At all. I’m pretty sure that crush he had on me back then has not faded in the slightest.

Today i decided to bring up that i was curious how much he’d changed since I’ve last seen him. Honestly, it was a shot towards the line of flirting. I just wanted to check if i was attracted to him now. I guess I am. Turns out he’s somehow thinner (already a damn twig then. and the ONLY person I’ve heard have that happen through the pandemic) and all I can think about is that one post saying “when you roll down the window in the car and your skinny bf goes flying out like an old mcdonald’s napkin” because this boy is straight up 15lbs lighter than me. I might lose him when going down the highway. This is fine. Also grew facial hair. It’s cute. Like actually cute. And then he literally goes into explaining some bionicle figure that was caught in the picture. I know it was an anxious “oh fuck, toy in pic” thing. But it was cute. Why was it cute? And why am I feeling things for the guy i found annoying in high school?

Though i do wonder if i really did find him annoying or if it was just the shallow social standards that high schoolers normally have because half the school hated him because he was awkward and geeky. Because it’s really starting to feel like i just used to be that shallow. I used to hang out with him enough to consider him a friend though. But I still told others that he was just the weird guy puppy-dogging along with me and was annoying. When he’s really not. He’s sweet and let’s me talk about things most people won’t. I can be childish and nerdy around him with no judgement and I love it.

Oh my god, send help. I didn’t want this to happen. Now i guess i have to live with what he did in high school.... jeez.

As it turns out though, he has also hit a massive wall due to the pandemic so he’s been sitting at home since he graduated college essentially doing nothing because he’s high risk to covid. Though, he’s been finally able to leave the house recently and has been trying out the job market. (Not going well. But i gave him the info for Randstad and stuff. He does NOT need a retail job. He would not survive a week. He’s fragile. It’d kill him. Probably not literally but my god do i want to protect him from that.) We’re already making little plans for when I’ll be back in town and such too. Apparently he hasn’t done all too much relating to finally being an adult and I flat out want to be the one to show him the world. I want to get this guy to eat sushi for the first time and buy him a beer. Vicariously live through the new stuff he’d be going through.

I also made him listen to Tool and finally broke the barrier that kept him from cursing. That was fun. Also, starting to think that showing music is a form of love language for him because it did absolutely trigger an oddly intimate conversation.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had a crush that wasn’t “I want to fuck this person” but more along the lines of me absolutely wanting to cuddle the shit out of, protect, and show the world to this person. Because that’s exactly what i want to do to him. This is new to me oddly enough... It’s been a while since it was for wholesome reasons.

Huh. I’ve got a lot to think about here tbh. Because it’s quickly evolving and I don’t know what to do with this. Literally just sent a goodnight text that i had to fight against putting in my brash and teasing flirting. I’m to that point. I want to do that. But no. Too soon. It’s been like a week.

Only a week. For the love of god. WHY. Am I really just that lonely nowadays or am I actually feeling something for him? Because this feels like actual feelings. I haven’t seen this boy in person since we were both 17 and here I am at 23 deadass wanting to be there with him right now. This is So Very New. Oh My God. I do Not know what to do here.

#taks speaks #talking about the guy from high school that i literally cannot stop talking to #which is weird because i swear back then i wanted to get him away somehow because he was 'annoying and nerdy'#when in reality i actually find that quite charming //sweats #like yes my guy. please rant to me about that nerdy interest #god I've missed that #ngl i didn't expect a crush to form here

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hertzwritings · 2 years

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Work It

A/N: I can’t say how much the amazing @fanartandfanfiction is giving me LIFE. Seriously, she’s like… 90 % to blame for all the smut y’all are getting these days. So you should thank her for her dirty mind, because it fuels my HORN. Anyway, here comes another Henry smut thing, because I love y’all and you deserve it.

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x female reader

Warnings: Language, minor second hand embarrassment, smut (18+ MINORS DNI), fingering, oral (male recieving), face-fucking, praise kink, cum-shot,

Wordcount: 2.357

If there was one thing, you loved, it was your work. Even though it always smelled a little musty and a little like hot balls, you loved the gym – you were well-liked and pretty much everyone knew you and greeted you with a smile.

You had never had issues working – that was until Henry Cavill began working out at your gym, late at night, all alone.

The first time you saw his name on the check-in list, you almost fell on your ass. You glanced around the empty gym and saw a sweating, focused face by the racks, hip-thrusting a lot of weight, and felt yourself heat up to a wild degree – it almost felt impossible that he was there, in your gym, hip-thrusting what looked to be about your bodyweight.

Ever since that night, two months ago, he showed up every two days, always at night, always alone and he often came in whenever he knew you were working. Not that you kept tabs, but barely any of your coworkers had seen him at the gym.

You dried off the machine, you were currently cleaning, shooting a glance at Henry as he lifted free-weights and curling them to his chest. He caught your eye in the mirror and smiled, sweat gathering on his brow. You smiled back and rushed to the desk, the sound of the phone ringing filling the air.

“Y/N speaking, how can I help you?” “Bitch! I thought you weren’t going to work late anymore?” Your best friend, Abby, practically yelled at you. You turned your back to Henry and leaned your hip against the counter. “Listen, I wasn’t, but a development happened.” You said in a hushed whisper. “Like what? We were supposed to go out!” “Well, do you know a certain actor by the name of Henry Cavill?” You asked. Your friend gasped. “No fucking way. He’s training at your gym?” “Yup.” “How do you handle that? Like, does he talk to you? Is he as hot as we’ve thought about? Tell me everything.” You laughed a little at her. “Well, not more than hello and goodbye. He’s really a gentleman.” She huffed. “On the outside, 100 %.” “Okay, so… He’s hot. Like… Hot.” You said in a small voice, trying your best not to talk so loudly that you could be heard by him. “I’m telling you, Cavill is 1000000000 % hung like a horse, not kidding. He works out in these shorts, that just… Oh my god, every time he sits down, it looks like his legs are about to just rip through ‘em. It’s insanely hot.” She laughed. “Dude, that man could use my throat as a glove, and I’d thank him.” She roared with laughter. “Oh yeah, he wouldn’t even have to ask. Stick it right in, man.” She responded. “Hmhm. Oh, the things I’d let him do to me. I’m sure he probably has a few kinks.” “Are you kidding, he’s the try everything once man, honestly.” She said. “I think he has a knife-kink.” You laughed. “Yup. A spitting kink.” “Breeding.” “Oh, he’s a dom, I’m convinced. He would like you to call him daddy or something.” “God, yes.” “Oh, face-fucking, a million percent.” You said confidently. “Fisting, maybe?” You laughed a little at that. “Girl, if he wanted to use me as a human lollipop, he could, but I’m pretty sure those hands would be way too big.” “Be still, my beating vagina.” She sighed. “God, he’d slap you around happily.” She sighed dramatically. “Dude, also… I’m sure he’s like into anything you’d ask him about.” You glanced at the clock. “Listen, I gotta start cleaning and locking up, raincheck on the clubbing?” You asked. “Sure. Look an extra time at his ass for me, please?” “That’s wildly unprofessional.” “Is that a yes?” “Yes.” You hung up and grabbed the bucket of cleaning materials, walking to the wall closest to the men’s locker room to start cleaning the bars screwed in there.

“So…” A deep, husky voice rang out far too close to you and you yelped and jumped a little. You turned around to see a sweaty and smirking Henry Cavill a little away from you, leaning against a machine. “You scared me!” “Sorry.” He didn’t look sorry at all. “What can I help you with? We’re closing in thirty.” You said cheerily, ignoring the way your cheeks flushed. “You think I’m hung like a horse?” You felt the color drain from your face completely. Oh no. “Oh my god. You heard that?” He nodded and took a step towards you, almost predatory in the walk he neared you. “And I’d be into anything you asked me to do?” Another step. You took one back. “I’m so…” He cut you off. “Spitting?” Another step. “Face-fucking?” Another. “I’m a dom, huh?” You gulped as your back hit the wall and he took another, long stride to you, his arms capturing you against the wall. “Oh, and… I could use your throat as a glove, if I heard that correctly?” He grinned wickedly at you. “I’m so sorry, sir. I was entirely unprofessional, it won’t happen again.” He was so damn close, it was hard to gather your thoughts and act like a person, not a glop of horniness. “Oh, no, I actually found it… Intriguing.” He said softly, a deadly intent behind the words. “Say it again.” His voice dropped. “Say what, sir?” “There’s a good girl.” You almost moaned at his words. “You know, I’ve been coming here for a while, hoping you’d talk to me at some point. I guess this is a good as place as any.” He grinned. “I’m Henry, but you can call me sir.” You swallowed thickly. “Y/N.” You said meekly. “Y/N…” He tasted your name as it rolled off his tongue and he smirked at you, his face coming closer to yours. “Now… I think we should test your theory, don’t you?” He muttered, his lips close to yours. He smelled like sweat and moss. “Test… The t-theory, sir?” You asked timidly. “You believe I’m hung like a horse, didn’t you, darling?” You nodded, not really believing this was happening. Maybe you slipped on something and now you were having a concussion-dream.

You got pulled straight out of your thoughts as his lips touched yours. You couldn’t control the moan that tumbled from your lips as he met yours. It felt fucking amazing. He chuckled a little at your eagerness, his teeth tugging on your lower lip, and you mewled at the feeling of his calloused hands on your waist, finding the heated skin under your top, roughly pushing it up.

He pulled away from you, panting a little. “Knees, darling.” You didn’t even question it. You fell to your knees, happy that the ground was padded, and looked up at him. “Your eagerness is something else.” He grinned. “Now, you be honest with me. You want me?” You nodded. “Good girl. Pants.” He held his hands on your shoulders as you worked his pants down, completely in awe of how your night had turned out.

You gasped as his cock sprang free, just as big as you had imagined it to be; you felt your pussy throb at the sight of it, a bead of precum already collecting on the tip. You licked your lips and looked up at him, his blue eyes trained on you. “What was it… Face-fucking, love?” he rumbled. You grinned at him and steadied yourself a little, hands on his thighs. “Yes, sir.” “Good girl. Open up.” You opened your mouth and he slowly, but surely, let his cock slide between your lips and into your warm mouth, you moaned at the feeling and he growled and snapped his hips, the head of him hitting the back of your throat. You gagged and choked as he slowly pushed further into your throat, spit slowly dripping down your chin as he settled and moaned at the feeling. Your pussy was already dripping wet, clit throbbing in anticipation.

He began moving his hips, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth, the obscene sounds making you whimper around him. “You’re a good girl, taking all of me, aren’t you, darling?” He mumbled and sped up. You were gagging hard, tears streaming down your face and your fingers dug into his wide thighs, the feeling of his cock in your throat almost making you come on the spot. He twitched a little in your mouth and pulled out in one, hard move.

“Up, love.” You got to your feet, legs shaking and he grabbed you by the hair, pressing your back against the wall. “You’re gorgeous.” He mumbled, holding you hard; you moaned at the feeling. He roughly pushed your leggings down and you quickly kicked them off your feet, his eyes trained on your pussy. “You’re a bad girl, no underwear, baby?” he whispered and let a finger run along your slit. You gasped and your knees buckled. “And so wet for me already? I barely touched you, love.” You closed your eyes as a finger dipped inside of you. “Fuck…” You moaned as he began pumping his finger – you were already close to your edge, feeling completely overwhelmed by his antics. You were a moaning mess as he added another finger, dragging them along your walls, curling them up a little to hit your sweet spot. You moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the empty gym. “I-I’m…” “You can come, love.” He whispered, his teeth grabbing your earlobe. You couldn’t refuse that.

You came around his fingers as they pounded you deeply, riding his fingers through your orgasm. You felt like your body was on fire, your legs were shaking and he chuckled darkly. You came down, trying to steady your breathing as he slowly pulled his fingers from you and held them in front of you – you gladly took the in your mouth, tasting yourself on his fingers. “Perfect girl.” He mumbled and pulled his fingers from your mouth, and he spat at your wet pussy, spreading his spit on your wet folds. He grabbed your ass harshly. “Jump.” You did, trusting him completely.

He held you by your ass, your back against the wall and he moved closer to you, the tip of his cock against your dripping hole. “We’re good?” He asked. You nodded. “On the pill.” He nodded once and pushed into you, bottoming out in one move. You screamed in pleasure, your hands tight around his neck as he stretched you and filled you completely. He didn’t give you time to adjust, but growled as he pulled back a little, and began fucking you hard. His hips were snapping, and his balls slapped against your skin as he pounded you deeply.

You felt fucking full, and a part of your brain, one that wasn’t fogged up with lust, told you that you probably would forever be ruined because of him; nobody would ever feel this good. He growled and bit a spot on your neck, that made you mewl and roll your hips against him, angling yourself a little up to allow him to go even deeper. “Fucking hell…” he moaned and snapped again, speeding up. You felt your orgasm approach rapidly, your legs already shaking as the coil in you tightened and your nerves were screaming at you. “Want to come, baby?” He asked in a husky voice. “Pl-lease, please…” You moaned, not even sure what the hell you were asking for. “Come for me.” He sped up even further, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix and swelling a little inside of you – you came undone around him, your nerves burning under your skin as you gushed around him, and you screamed his name as your pussy drew him in, pulsing against him.

“Fuck!” He pulled out and let you down, and you got on your knees; you knew what he wanted and you were more than willing to give it to him. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, your fingers running over your clit as you tried to reach one more thrill before he finished. He pumped his hard cock with his large hand, eyes screwed shut and you fucked yourself, two fingers inside of you and one on your clit as you chased another orgasm, obscene sounds falling from your lips. His hips jerked and his hand stilled, ropes of cum shooting out of his large cock; it hit your face and tongue at the same time as one last orgasm plowed through you and you moaned at the feeling of his warm spend hitting your face in ropes.

You were both panting as you came down and he opened his mouth at the same time as you pulled your fingers from yourself, and slowly wiped the cum on your face off with them, before putting them in your mouth.

He grinned wickedly at you and grabbed your leggings, handing them to you and pulled his pants up. He helped you to your feet gently and laid a soft kiss on your lips.

“So… What else were you talking about?” He asked with a grin. “Wouldn’t you like to know`?” You asked, pulling your pants on and beaming at him. He raised an eyebrow. “Very much so.” “Hm…” You kissed him again. “Well, if you can be ready to leave in ten minutes, you’ll find out.”

“Deal.”

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moneymasnn · 2 years

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One where your just a normal uni student who is dating mason you go to his latest game to find out a few ig models have been gifted tickets (which they have tonight) and they have mason set in their sights. He sees you after the match and knows something is wrong so you explain and he makes it known it’s you he wants

You Make Me Human| Mason Mount

fluff fluff fluff (I haven't proof read so plz don't judge<3)

Burb: Basically explained in there request but, Y/n feels insecure after coming to terms with the fact she doesn't to compare to the models that are after her boyfriend, but not only does mason reassure her, he opens up about how any silly model could never compare to her in his eyes.

notes: I loved writing this! and also IM BACK I haven't posted anything for weeks, but I forgot how much writing for you guys helps my mental health! thank you for all the notes and follows and anyone that just supports, you guys will never know how much appreciate it. Corny lol.

Warnings: none just lots of mason fluff <3

You were sat in a Chelsea blue stadium chair, somewhere you found yourself most days you had off. Wrapped up in a thick puffer coat with one of masons old jerseys underneath, not that anyone could see it, but you considered it a good luck charm. You felt the most happiest watching the little blue dot that was mason run around a pitch for 90 minutes, you felt as though you could watch him play for hours and never get bored.

It was a normal Thursday, you probably should be a home finishing your university work, but you wanted to take a break and be anywhere where mason was.

Although, your attention would usually set on the match in-front of you, you couldn’t help but notice the gorgeous women in front of you. They were taking photos of each other in their Chelsea merchandise for what looking like their social medias, paying no attention to the game below, just their phones.

You usually dont pay attention to these things, but when one of them started talking about how she was going to sleep with the mason mount at this party after the match, you felt the blood boil in your veins.

Once the match had ended you and your sister, who had came to keep you company, made you way down to the family room where you sipped some free wine and waited for the team to get change and come join you. The thing is about the family room was it was less of a family room and more like a vip room.

You had noticed the girls from earlier in the corner with their tight leggings and rolled up Chelsea shirts showing their belly buttons and hour glass figures. There was no doubt you felt insecure around them, mason could have many of these pretty models but he settled for a dyslexic, broke, uni student.

“Y/n? Y/n? Are you even listening to me?” your sister said, clicking her finger in your face.

You wasn’t listening, your eyes were set on the girl who had “mount” and “19” on her back.

“Yeah, I am, sorry. What was you saying?” You turn your attention to your sister.

“Don’t worry, wasn’t anything interesting anyway.” She had turned so she was now standing next to you instead of in front of you, her eyes catching what had previously held captive of yours.

You watched as she thinned her eyes, glaring at the model. “Some girls have no respect, honestly. A tenner says she starts making tik tok dances in front of everyone with no shame in the next 10 minutes.”

You giggle at her comment, starting to feel slight more relaxed as you downed your free wine. You then notice some of the boys walk though the door.

“Well masons here now.” Says your sister as she notices a few of the boys walk in.

“Oh no, he won’t come in yet. He’s always the last one out, he likes to spend time on his hair.” You laugh with your sister as you patiently waited foe your boyfriend.

About 15 minutes later mason and Ben pile though the doors together, laughing loudly at something one of them had said, and it must have been really funny because the smile on masons face could light up a room. He hadn’t noticed you yet, but you watched as his eyes scanned the room for what was no doubt, you.

Once his eyes met more his pupils dilated and the sides of his mouth tugged upwards. However his smile was immediately stolen when he saw the sour look on your face, you thought you had hidden your jealousy a bit better, but obviously not.

You had been with Mason for 10 months and in that's short time Mason could read you like a book, he knew you better than you knew your self. To him you were predictable, but he felt a slight shock in the centre of his heart when he saw your face, immediately telling him something was wrong.

You once again downed you second glass of wine, causing a break in eye contact for you and mason. And when you looked back up again you saw one of the models had made her way up to your boyfriend. Her hand was on his bicep as she extravagantly laughed at whatever he was saying.

“I need another glass” you turn to your sister.

“Are you sure? You’ve already had two-“ she tuts as her eyes flicker from mason to you. “Look at him, he has no interest in those girls. What. So. Ever. Stop being insecure, because it’s you that gets to take the sexy footballer home tonight”.

You grimace at the fact she had just referred to your boyfriend as “the sexy footballer” but in no doubt she was right.

Your eyes move back to where mason was previously standing but he wasn’t there anymore.

“I’m gonna go look for-“ you turn to your sister to say, but you stop when you find what you was looking for is right next to you.

“For me?” Mason grins, as he screws back on the lid to his water bottle.

His arms warp around you as he kisses the top of your head, he could tell you was being stiff and then he knew something was definitely wrong.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing”

“Doesn’t look like nothing to me”

You didn’t have time to reply before a couple girls come over to talk to mason. You sisters eyes widened as she immediately realises what’s going to happen here.

“Hey mase, are you coming out for drinks with us?”

She has some stupid little child voice on, you wanted nothing more than to punch her, not only for calling him ‘mase’ but for the guts on her to place her hand back on his bicep as she twirls her hair in her other hand.

“Probably not, sorry” mason jerks back, freeing his arm from her grip.

“Oh come on macey, it will be fun” she smiles.

“Yeah Macey, why don’t you go have some fun?” You couldn’t help yourself, you had said it then stormed off. You head mason call you name from behind you but you carried on walking.

The plan was to just grab your sister, who had some how slipped away from you, and go. You wanted to be any where other then in this room.

When you spotted your sister she was with ben, since when did she know ben?

You walked over, refusing to make eye contact with either of the pair. “We’re going.”

“What?” Her and ben both said in sync.

“Why? You said we were staying for the after party?” She winned.

“Yeah, well, plans change. Get your shit were going.”

“Y/n? What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything” you reply, with an emphasis’ on the ‘I’.

“Can you just hurry up, I really want to leave” you look at you sister with pleading eyes.

She just hums and starts to put her coat on, “Can I erm, maybe get your number?” Mumbles Ben to your sister.

“What?” you say, looking ben up and down with daggers.

“Yeah of corse” you sister glares at you as she pulls her phone out.

“Oh this is not happening right now” you mumble and place you fingers on your temples.

You knew it was about time mason was going to find you, it wasn’t like this room was a maze.

“Y/n? What was that?” Asks mason as he comes to a halt next to you.

"Great" you mumble with straight lips, while you stare down you sister who is currently passing her phone to ben. Doing everything in your power to avoid creating eye contact with mason.

"Y/n?, please talk to me." mason calmly says as he grabs your arm to turn you to face him.

You could feel the gazes from ben and your sister, but your could also feel all the gazes of the gorgeous models staring at your boyfriend.

"I just want to go home-"

"Why?" mason interrupts you.

"I don't feel well." you cross your arms and stare down at the floor.

"If this is about that girl, I was never going out for dirinks I have no idea why she even said that."

"Mase, I just want to go home." you stare into your boyfriends confused eyes.

"Thats not fair y/n"

"Mase!" you scream out as his grip on your arm tightens as he's pulling you out of the crowded room and into a quiet hall way.

You sigh as you place your back up agains the wall, you don't think you can handle it anymore. You're nothing other than a in debt uni student, you don't compare to any of these models that want to be with your boyfriend.

"Whats this about then? come on then. Tell me." mason beacons you to reason with him.

You lift your back up from the wall as you stand straight, prepared to see your relationship crumble at the hands of your own insecurities.

"You really want to know? Mason just hums in response.

"Fine. I feel- I feel like there's so much pressure on me all the time, mason. Being your- being 'thee mason mounts' girlfriend is hard, Im constantly being compared to these really really pretty women, that might I add would literally fall too these knees for you-"

"And?"

"And, my point is. I don't get it ,mase. I don't get what you see in me when there's so many better options." but once again your cut off by mason.

"What you don't get is that you're what I want, y/n/n. You literally just said it yourself, I could have any of them models in there, sure. But the thing is, they don't want me, they want 'mason mount'. All of them girls in there just like the idea of being a wag, and all the publicity and attention it brings them. Them girls you're comparing yourself too, they just want to sleep with me so they can use me to social climb."

Mason takes a long breath before getting ready to say something else.

"You know, you're the first girl who hasn't looked at me like a piece of meat. You don't see 'mason mount' you see me y/n, and that's why I am so so so in love with you. You're the first girl who Ive looked at and though, "yeah, mums going to love her". And you're the only girl I've ever looked at and though ' yeah, I'm going to marry her one day'."

You couldn't see mason anymore because your vision was blurred with your tears, you hadn't realised mason made you cry until you felt the salty taste hit your lips.

"Y/n, I really want to have you in my life for as long as your have me, because- because you make me feel human."

Mason walks forward and places one of his hands on your palm, intertwining your fingers. He uses his other hand to wipe away a falling tear before placing it firmly around your waist. You lent forward to place your forehead on his.

"I love you y/n/n"

"I love you more. Mase, I'm really sorry, I hope you know I'm not going anywhere" you giggle with a few sniffles.

"I'm never letting you go anywhere."

You both stood like that for a few moments, in each-others embrace.

"mase"

"yes, my sweet"

"You make me feel human too" you pecked his lips as you both hummed a smile into each others lips.

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first time - loki laufeyson x plus-size reader

WARNING: this is going to be around 90% dirty smut. you have been warned. mentions of: cunnilingus, deepthroat, facefucking, unprotected sex, breeding, first time

synopsis: reader feels extremely insecure about her figure, loki finds her being absolutely destroyed, he decides to show her how beautiful she is.

a/n: also, i like used a scene from my mad fat diary for one of the dialogues (another one of my favourite shows), so all creds to them! i also used a monologue called "corsets and courtship" for some of loki's quotes by @tomhiddlestonsoundalike on tumblr so all credz to him and whoever wrote the text!

enjoy, my plussize queens (or whoever's reading this lol)

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you stood in front of your mirror, in your undergarments, looking at your own reflexion, your fingers grazing your own skin, cringing at every bump or texture you felt. your skin wasn't as soft as you'd want it to be. it wore many marks, wether from your skin stretching or plain old cellulite. you had some pimples, some scarring... you hated it. all of it. you just wished you were perfect. you weren't skinny, that was for sure. you weren't even mid-size. you were a big girl. and as much as you'd want to pretend you weren't, there were times where that was impossible. you didn't fit in any "regular sizes" and not every store had a plus-size section. you were afraid to eat in front of people. you couldn't even be intimate with your boyfriend.

ah. your boyfriend. your boyfriend's name was loki. and he was probably the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes upon. well, not a man. technically he was an alien. or a god? he came from asgard. a different planet and it honestly baffled you that a literal god would go for someone like you, when he could get anyone he ever wanted. you couldn't believe what you were hearing when he revealed his feelings for you. of course you were hopelessly in love with him but you just couldn't believe he felt the same way. fat girls never get the hot guys. at least not in any story you ever heard, especially not in your life. you never had a boyfriend. no one had really shown any interest in you and you didn't either. mostly because you didn't think anyone would feel the same. you didn't feel as though you deserved to be with anyone, you were too big, too unattractive, too insecure. so you never really tried. until loki came around.

he became part of your life almost a year ago to this day. he was your first kiss, first date, first everything. the only first that was missing was... your first time. yes. you were a virgin. a fat virgin at that. you didn't even let loki see you without a shirt on. the mere thought made you burst into tears, imagining different improbable scenarios where he'd be so disgusted by your figure he'd leave you. but you wanted to. you wanted him to see you and you wanted him to touch you. you wanted him in every sense of the term, but you couldn't bring yourself to reveal your body to him when the time came. he was always understanding, listening to your wishes and never made you feel like you had to do anything you didn't want to do. but you could feel how much it made him ache to not be able to be with you the ways he wanted to. it made you ache as well.

you grabbed at your fat, your jiggly rolls, covered in purple stripes and you couldn't help the tears that threatened to fall, roll down your cheek. your small cries suddenly became sobs, and they became louder and louder, as your brain was flooded with images of loki's face, disgusted in your figure. you let yourself fall onto the bed, feeling your stomach touch your thighs, making your sobs grow even louder. you held your stomach in one of your hands and and the other directed itself on your face, massaging your temple, feeling your heart beat inside your head.

you thought you were alone. you really did.

you heard the door of your bedroom creak. your head immediately jolted up as your glistening eyes met with familiar blue-ish green orbs. you grabbed the nearest blanket and covered your almost naked body, your sobs completely stopping but your tears still melted away on your round cheeks.

your raven-haired lover walked in the room, carefully.

"oh my sweet girl, what has happened?" the god said softly, carefully kneeling in front of you.

he slowly held out his hand to meet yours with confusion, worry and a hint of sadness in his eyes, but you quickly dodged it and got up, covering your entire front side with the blanket and quickly turning around so he couldn't see the back of you.

"nothing" you struggled to say, in between cries, still backing away from him.

you continued walking backwards until your lower back hit the dresser. you looked down, for a few quick seconds and when you looked back up, your lover was only a mere 2 inches away from your face. he cupped your visage with his hands and softly wiped your dried tears with the back of his thumb.

" you know how much i trust you my darling..." he started. " ... but this doesn't look like nothing."

he started slowly stroking your hair and brushing it with his fingers. you tried avoiding his stare but it was useless, as he was grabbing your face and lifted your chin up to make you look at him straight in the eyes.

as his stare felt as though it was piercing through your soul, you couldn't contain your cries anymore.

" be honest with me... i beg of you... it pains me to see you like this" he pleaded.

you started to contain your sobs a bit better, but you still felt so much pain.

" why... why are you with me loki...?" you were able to blurt out.

confusion. confusion was all that was written over his face. he also looked a bit hurt.

his stare started going around the room, trying to find an answer to your question. his hands, that previously were cupping your face, slid down to your throat and rested on your collarbone, his thumb drawing circles over your thyroid.

"what kind of question is that?" he said, annoyance in his voice. you were afraid you made him angry.

"loki... you can have anyone you want, alright? you're a god..." you said, tears still brimming the sides of your eyes.

loki looked at you with so much hurt, it was hard to keep eye contact.

" you're an 11, and i'm a two at best..." you proceeded. "most people, when they see us, out in public, or on social media, they must be thinking; "oh he must be absolutely mad going out with that..." you stopped yourself when you saw loki's facial expression go from hurt to raging.

"that what?" he asked firmly.

you didn't answer.

"THAT WHAT?" he screamed, making you jump.

he put a hand over his mouth, trying to calm himself down.

"how many times do i have to tell you, y/n?" he started. "you are my person. my woman. my everything. you are the most magnificent being my eyes ever laid upon. the most beautiful creature in all of the nine realms. can't you see? can't you? because i can. i see it everyday. i don't have to see you bare to know. never say that to me again, you understand? do you? do you understand?" he said, starting softly and becoming more firm.

his hands were still hanging by your collarbone, but you felt them grip at your skin, desperate for your understanding, for your touch, for you.

"... i" you started. "i d-do..." you stuttered through sniffles.

he looked at you directly in the eyes. you knew he loved you.

'but not enough.' you thought to yourself.

your love carefully placed his lips upon yours. his lips that you were familiar with. lips you kissed thousands of times. lips you loved. lips you longed for. you needed. the kiss he planted was one of the most delicate kisses he'd ever given you, but at the same time, one of the most passionate. it felt like all of the love he felt for you he poured out into you and in that moment, you felt like nothing could come between you two.

"p-please don't leave me, loki..." you cried out after the kiss.

"my love, my love, my love... never. i love you." he reassured you, stroking your hair.

he planted kisses all over your face, your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your eyelids, and then back to your lips, this time with more hunger. it was like all of the times he had to restrain himself, when you felt like you weren't ready, completely melted into that kiss. all of his passion, his love, his hunger, his despair, and more importantly his lust, he finally let it all out and you let it all in.

"loki..." you panted in between kisses.

"mmh... yes my love?" he said, intensifying and deepening his kisses more and more.

you hesitated. but you knew. you knew you were ready.

"i-...mmh... i want you." you said, desperation tinting your voice, sounding almost like a plea.

loki slowed down. he took a minute to look at you in the eyes. he wasn't sure what to say. he wasn't even sure what you were saying.

"what?" was all he could muster up to say.

you looked at him with a little more confidence and nodded slowly.

the look on his face was priceless. he would finally be able to be with you.

"a-are you sure about this, love?" he said, sounding like he had just won the lottery.

you nodded again.

he grabbed the sides of your head firmly and leaned in to kiss you once more. his hands trailed down the sides of your body and started playing with the blanket that you were still holding firmly in your hands. you were scared to let go. to be completely bare to him.

"i'm afraid you're gonna have to let this go, my darling." he whispered in you ear, taking the chance to leave a wet kiss on your lobe, slightly biting down on it.

he grabbed your shaking hands in his, drawing circles with his thumb softly against yours.

"give yourself to me, little one... let me see you, touch you, feel you, taste you. i beg... i beg of you." he whispered again, pressing his forehead against yours.

you breathed heavily. you wanted him to see you. to touch you, feel you...

the wall you had built had always seemed so hard to knock down... but in this moment though, that wall seemed to be made of silk. all you had to do was let it go.

"okay..." you said, in the softest voice you ever spoke.

you backed away from loki and walked backwards a few feet. you were now standing the back of your knees faced towards the end of the bed. loki was staring at you proufoundly, awaiting your reveal impatiently.

your hands were trembling. you had nightmares about this moment. you had panic attacks for this moment. this moment was everything. but something about loki... was it the way he stood? the way he spoke? was it his stare? something about him made you feel safe. safer than you had ever felt before tonight.

so you let go.

you felt the blanket reach your toes. you cringed. so you closed your eyes, not wanting to witness loki's disappointment. you awaited any second now a hurl, a disgusted sound or a hurtful comment. but none of that.

you carefully opened your eyes, only to find loki with a gaping mouth, having the most amazing look on his face. a look of pure love, of endless attraction and mesmerising lust.

he approached you slowly, making each of his step count. when he finally reached you, he immediately pressed his forehead against yours. though your eyes were staring down at your feet, you could feel his stare devouring you.

he carefully placed his hand upon yours and let it trail up your arm. then back down again, giving you chills.

he didn't say anything. not a word. what was he thinking?

"i... i look disgusting i know, i'm so sorry. i know i disappoint..." you said, starting to regret the blanket had reached the floor.

you heard loki sigh so heavily.

"you... have got to be joking, love..." were the first words he spoke after seeing your figure. you heard the smile through his voice.

"in all of my..." he started. you heard him swallow before continuing. "in all of my 1056 years of living... never... and i mean never... have i ever witnessed such beauty before this night. my sweet, sweet girl, i simply do not understand why you felt the need to hide."

his hand reached your face and kissed you so passionately, you felt a sort of... heat at the bottom of your stomach. it was an unfamiliar feeling.

that same hand made its way to your neck, then to your shoulder and started playing with one of your bra straps. eventually, he completely took it off and did the same with the other strap.

"you have no idea what you are doing to me right now..." the god said, in a lower, hungrier voice.

"what am i doing to you?" you asked, innocently.

in between kisses, you could feel loki smirk against your lips.

his hand went from your shoulder, trailed down your arm and grabbed your hand in his. he took it and before you knew it he pressed it upon himself. his black, silky, suit pants were showing a bulge in between his legs and that's exactly where he put your hand.

he was hard.

when you first touched it, you heard a whimper come from your lover. god, he needed you.

"this... this is what you are doing to me, darling."

you couldn't believe the words he was saying to you. you felt as though you were in a sort of dream. loki wanted you. he was... quite literally hard for you.

loki grabbed your hair and pulled your head back so you were looking at him. his eyes went extremely dark.

"lay down. on the bed. now." he demanded firmly.

you obeyed his commands in the blink of an eye. you were ready.

you laid down on the bed, on your backside, carefully. when you got comfortable you looked up at loki and saw him looking at you, with hungrier eyes. eyes that were darker and more lustful than ever. he was devouring you with his eyes and he made sure to capture every square inch of skin of your body.

with only a smirk and the flick of a hand on your partner's part, your bra disappeared in a light green magic, leaving your breasts uncovered and nipples starting to harden.

loki obviously couldn't contain himself any longer and almost jumped on top of you, kissing you savagely, making his way down your neck, leaving all sorts of love marks, some darker than others. some of them were painful but the pain only reminded you that this was real. when he got to your breasts, you could almost see his mouth water.

he carefully grabbed one with his hand, keeping eye contact with you the whole time.

"so soft, so plump... for me. oh god, sweetheart you're giving me such a delight"

and with no warning he started giving you small licks, around your nipple, carefully approaching your most sensitive part, which he enthusiastically started to flick with his tongue. the sudden pleasure rose your voice as you let out a small whimper, begging for more.

"yes... yes my sweet girl... let it out... show me how much you want this" he said in a raspier voice.

you found your fingers playing with his raven-black locks, as his mouth played with your brown-ish pink buttons.

he did so for some while, until he felt your hand grasp at his vest. you wanted him to reveal himself to you as well. he got the message pretty quickly.

he looked up from his meal, giving you the same amount of eye contact, as he took off his black blazer, black tie and black vest. all he had on were his bottoms but you were too worried about his beautiful torso to notice. you let your hands wonder on his pale chest, feeling the softness of his skin, some of his hair, up to his pecs, you couldn't believe it. how can this man become even more beautiful?

"like the view, my love?" he asked. you enthusiastically nodded.

he bent down to leave more love bites over your torso and your breasts. he started to slowly go down your body leaving kisses under your breast, going even nearer to the most insecure part of your body. you cringed and whimpered again, but this time in a less of a pleasurable manner, remembering all of your stretch marks and cellulite, knowing he'll be disappointed.

"i... couldn't... be... more... in... love..." he breathed out between his wet kisses. he was now definitely directly on your tummy.

he looked up, knowing you wouldn't like this part. he met your eyes and definitely noticed your hesitation.

he got back up, towering over you. he bent back down, catching your lips in his.

he carefully started stroking your hair, in the most loving manner you could ever imagine. he looked at you straight in the eyes, seeming like he was trying to deliver a message directly to your soul.

"what have i done to deserve you?" he asked, his voice choking in between his words.

those words completely melted your aching heart.

it was your turn to touch him. you said nothing as you slowly stroked his cheek with the back of your hand, giving him your approval by a shake of the head.

he smiled and his head disappeared to your stomach again.

you could feel his hands rome around your entire body and his mouth leaving wet kisses over your stomach. his long raven hair still trailed around higher up on your torso, nearer to your breasts.

he finally got to the place his own body longed for the most.

at this point you were completely damp and you awaited his reaction to your wetness impatiently.

he quickly gave you one of the hungrier and most impatient look you'd ever seen him give you.

he got up in front of the bed, looking you up and down like a predator looks at its prey and with the flick of hand, yet again, loki made your panties disappear in a light shimmering green magic, leaving you completely bare. all that was covering you up were your legs, still pressed firmly together.

loki carefully placed his hands over your bare knees. he could feel you trembling. was it from excitement? nervousness? or desire?

"open up for me, my love... let me in" he said in a demanding, pleading voice.

you slowly started to comply and let your legs go loose. your lover took it upon himself and slowly spread your thighs apart. he couldn't believe his eyes.

he was letting himself finally see your aching core. he could see it glistening, it was calling to him, begging for his touch. he was the one the one responsible and he'd never felt prouder. he admired every fold, every forgotten hair you missed while shaving, everything about it was inviting.

"oh my sweet sweet girl... look at the state of you. don't you understand how long i've been waiting? to see you in this position, completely at my mercy, legs spread, only for me..."

he gulped and whimpered at the sight of you, as you spread you legs even further. he could feel the tightness in his pants become almost unbearable. he'd never been this aroused before in his entire life. but first, he needed a taste of you.

he slowly started leaving wet kisses over your thighs, getting closer and closer to your velvet folds. his hands traveled your entire body. your body, that felt as though it had been set on fire. he once again cupped one of your breasts and started flicking your nipples with his fingertips. you let yet another whimper escape your lips, needing him more than you've ever needed anyone.

you felt his hot breath against your wet love box and that was all it took to make you go insane.

"p-please..." you pleaded to the god.

he took your scent in, smelling the most mouth-watering aroma he ever got the chance to smell in all of his 1000 years.

"you don't have to ask me twice, my sweetness..." were his last words before delving in.

he placed his fingers upon your aching core, exploring all of your folds, he couldn't believe how wet you were.

"darling... you are dripping..."

he let his fingers trail for a few seconds, until they reached your entrance. he circled it with the tip of his finger as he finally placed his lips right on top of your sensitive button.

the sudden, unfamiliar sense of pleasure, completely took you by surprise as you yelped.

his tongue peaked through after a few kisses planted on your clitoris. it circled in the same motions his finger was making to your entrance. he was so soft, so cautious. but you could feel the heat in the bottom of your stomach growing darker, more demanding so you placed you hands on the top of your lover's head, brushing your fingers through his hair and slightly pushing his head down on your core.

loki got the message, as his circles became more passionate and as he started flicking his tongue aggressively at your core.

you felt your entire body tremble in desire as loki's finger plunged itself in between your folds, exploring your insides.

you were now moaning deliberately, wanting him to add digits. you thought you'd be more resistant, you thought it'd be a little painful, even but all you could feel was pleasure.

"more..." you pleaded.

as the words were still hanging from your lips, loki plunged yet another finger in, and this time, you did feel a little resistance but you didn't care. you wanted him. you wanted him so much.

his tongue was working wonders on your clit. you would think the man hadn't eaten in days at the sight of him. he was completely devouring you and you could feel the pleasure build up inside of you.

the mixture of his fingers pumping in and out of you, and his tongue flicking at your sensitive button, all of it was too much for you to handle. you felt something was coming.

"loki... l-loki... something... something's happening." you panted, in between moans.

he didn't stop. he knew what he was doing. he went harder, his tongue completely destroying you.

"i can feel it as well... your heat... your wetness... let yourself come undone, my sweet... for me" he whispered, panting, in between licks.

'come undone?' you thought. but before you knew it, you felt it. the highest peak of pleasure your body had ever felt in its life. you felt your thighs squeeze around the god's head, squashing him a little. you didn't want to hurt him but you couldn't contain yourself, as you screamed his name, not believing that amount of pleasure was even possible. it was electrifying. your whole body reacted, you were sweating. you put your hand over your mouth and bit down your finger to stop yourself from becoming a screaming mess, but it was already too late, as you rode your orgasm out to the last bit of pleasure you could conquer up.

"you taste even sweeter than i thought you would, sweet girl" he said, giving the nickname a whole different meaning.

you let out a huge sigh, slowly coming back to your senses. you looked up as loki got up from between your legs, his hand still caressing your folds slowly and placed a delicate kiss on your lips. you tasted what you thought was yourself. oddly enough, you didn't cringe, you hadn't found yourself to taste disgusting. it was... kind of erotic actually.

"loki i..." you started. you didn't know how to ask. "i want to..." you sighed out.

"say it, darling" he said, stroking your hair, still caressing in between your legs.

"i want to taste you... too" you finally let out.

you wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel. you wanted to thank him in a way.

he was surprised. he didn't think you were ready.

"you made me feel so good today... i want to reciprocate the feeling... y'know..." you said, shyly.

loki's hand pulled at your hair to make you look at him.

"is that what you want?" he asked, firmly. he grabbed your hand and slowly pressed it yet again on his throbbing member, through his tightening pants.

he sighed heavily, still looking at you straight in the eyes.

you nodded, slowly. he smirked.

"then, get on your knees."

you obeyed.

you liked how he commanded you and guided you through all of your movements. you were nervous he wasn't going to enjoy, but the anticipated look on his face told you otherwise. also, the throbbing length in his pants.

you were now on your knees, on the floor, at the end of the bed and loki was sitting, his still clothed legs spread, inviting you in.

you started to slowly stroke his thigh, rubbing your hand up and down, each time getting closer to his private. you did the same thing with his other thigh, feeling the god getting impatient with your teasing.

you finally placed your hand over his member, giving it a small squeeze. you heard your lover grunt, at only your touch.

"you're eager" you stated, looking up at him. he gave you a smirk.

"less talking." he said, darkly.

you complied, massaging his bulge through his pants.

when you finally unzipped them, you heard your lover let out a sigh of relief. you wanted to bring them down to his ankles, but loki, being impatient, made them disappear in his green magic.

"hey. let me work." you said, in more of a joking way.

"i said... less talking" he repeated.

you noticed a small wet spot on his grey boxers. you bent down, without touching it, smelling it.

you felt the god squirm under you, eager to feel you around him.

you carefully, and slowly took his boxers down, letting his member spring free of its shackles, finally revealing itself to you.

he was huge. it was veiny, its tip was a dark pink, almost red, it was pale like the rest of his body. but most importantly, it was enormous.

"like the view, my love?" he asked for the second time that night.

you nodded your head enthusiastically. all you wanted was to get a taste.

you carefully approached your hand to the hot spot. the second your fingers reached his skin, loki whimpered. it was burning up, but it was so soft. you felt the veins under your fingertips, and suddenly it was like you knew exactly what to do. you carefully started stroking him and ran your thumb over the most sensitive part of his shaft, his frenulum, and heard him whimper once again.

"please" he pleaded, imitating your pleas from earlier.

"you don't have to tell me twice" you imitated as well.

you approched his tip to your lips and delicately gave him a soft kiss. his skin was so warm.

you continued giving him small pecks but you felt him get, yet again, impatient with your teasing.

"oh come on..." he pleaded.

you looked at him. sweat was dripping down his forehead.

you then flipped his cock over, back to his stomach to give yourself full access to the base of his member. you placed your tongue directly in between his balls and shaft and worked your way up to his tip, making sure you passed by his sensitive junction between his red bulb and the rest of his penis. directly after, you put his tip in your mouth and started bobbing your head back and forth, tasting the drops of pre-cum he deposited on your tongue.

you heard him moan, some cusses flew out of his mouth, he moaned mainly your name, or called you by all sorts of nicknames.

"oh my, oh my... you're doing so good... mmh... g-good girl..." he moaned out.

his words were able to bring back that heat at the bottom of your stomach. you slowly directed your hand in between your thighs and started stroking your own bundle of nerves. loki didn't seem to notice, too lost in the waves of pleasure you were giving him.

he was now moaning deliberately. he tried... he really tried, but he couldn't contain himself anymore, he grabbed your head, pulled you by your hair and pushed your head down to take more of his shaft. you awaited a gag or any sort of resistance on your part, really, but nothing came.

loki got up from where he was sitting, your head still enveloping his shaft and started moving back and forth, you being completely at his mercy. he was deliberately fucking your face, and you let him.

he moaned your name so many times you'd lost count. he became more and more agressive with each thrust until all of his shaft was buried down your throat. he held your head down for a few seconds, gripping at your hair, letting his cock sit in your mouth, until he finally pulled out, a strand of saliva escaping your lips. he was out of breath, but not as much as you.

"you feel so good, my love. you're doing amazing" he said, panting.

you gave him a few kitten licks, asking for more. he buried his cock again down your throat, pumping in and out. he was fucking your face as though it was a cunt, using your throat as a mere hole that was made to mold his shaft perfectly.

you weren't gagging which surprised you. you'd never tested your gag reflex, but obviously you didn't have any.

you felt him go faster and faster until he once again, suddenly stopped as your head was completely enveloping his shaft. but this time, he started grunting and moaning, louder, in more of an animalistic way, holding your head down, hard, as deep as he could go.

"i- i'm cumming, love" he grunted out.

suddenly, you could taste bitterness, saltiness explode in your mouth, and run down your throat. your first instinct was to spit it out, but your god kept your head in place, making you swallow. it felt never ending. he kept cumming and cumming. you thought the taste would repulse you, from what you had heard from friends and the internet, but you honestly didn't find it to be that disgusting.

he stayed in that same position, holding your head in place, for another ten to fifteen seconds after he came. you felt his cock twitch in your mouth and he finally removed himself.

you took a deep breath, considering you could finally breathe properly.

loki knelt down to your level. he looked at your face. fortunately, you weren't wearing makeup, so no makeup to ruin. your eyes were red, tears had run down your face, you had spit all over the sides of your face, and some of loki's cum had fallen out of the corners of your mouth. he wiped it with his thumb and took it up to your mouth.

you sucked his thumb dry, tasting him yet again.

he gave you a loving smile.

"mine." he simply said, in a soft manner.

he then kissed you in the most loving way he could, tasting himself on your lips.

he then backed away, looking you up and down, noticing your hand still wondering around in between your thighs. he smirked and locked eyes with you.

"i think we're gonna have to take care of that." he said, as he got up. he was now standing up while you were still on your knees. you noticed his cock was hard again, once it got to your eye level. how was that even possible? how could he be hard again this quick? you had to remind yourself he did have the stamina of a god. he handed you his hand for you to take, which you did.

he got you up and carefully placed his hands on the sides of your head and started stroking your hair.

"are you still sure you want to do this my love?" he asked.

you chuckled.

"after what we've done? i'm pretty sure there's no backing up now?"

he gave you a confused look.

"of course there is. i'm not gonna do anything you're not comfortable doing, sweetheart." he said.

you sighed at your poor choice of words.

"and i know that." you started. "but i'm ready. i want you... loki."

he smiled yet again. he didn't say a word. he just kissed you. it was a passionate kiss, like all of your others that night. his hands roamed around your body as if it was discovering it again for the first time.

taking you by surprise, he lifted you up, flipped you around and threw you on the bed. never had you been picked up before. you always thought you'd break the person's spine. but loki lifted you up so easily, you felt like a feather.

"you're mine" the god grunted, as he plunged on top of you. he spread your legs open, as far as he could and positioned himself right between them.

he reached down to your bundle of nerves and drew circles with his fingers like he did earlier. he wound up plunging his fingers inside you yet again, prepping you for what was about to replace them. you could feel his length harden even more against your thigh, as he did so.

you started whimpering, wanting more than just his digits to fill you.

your whimpers were like music to loki's ears. he loved hearing how much you longed for him. he loved seeing you squirm under him. he enjoyed feeling all powerful, having that much control over you.

"take me" you sighed out, looking at your lover straight in the eyes. you couldn't hold it in anymore. you needed him. you needed him inside you. now.

he smirked as he bent down, to leave a soft kiss on your forehead.

"tell me when you want to stop, my darling. use your words." he asked of you.

you nodded, agreeing to his words, whilst trying to spread your legs even further.

his fingers left your core, leaving you needy and wanting to feel him once more, but they were quickly replaced by what you knew was his tip. he started slowly moving back in forth in between your folds, teasing at your entrance.

he gave you a look, pleading for approval.

you slowly nodded, ready to take him in.

you felt his his bulb starting to peak inside of you. you winced, feeling a slight resistance.

he stopped. but you nodded again, asking for him to continue.

as he buried his shaft deeper in you, it started to really hurt. for real this time.

"ow, ow. stop." you asked. "but stay inside. just stay... stay like this. let me- let me adjust."

he listened to you.

"are you okay, my love?" he asked, still halfway inside of you.

you nodded again, breathing heavily. you knew you could do it. you wanted to.

"p-... proceed." you said.

he listened to you again, burying himself entirely in you. he let out a loud grunt. your walls had adjusted to the size of his member and it felt less painful.

your lover moaned again.

"you.. are so tight, oh my. you feel so good." he panted.

you smiled. you loved seeing him in this much pleasure. you loved the passionate, lustful look on his face, all of it was for you.

he started moving back and forth, slowly, being really careful of each and every one of your movements, analyzing if you wanted to continue or not.

the first few thrusts were painful but eventually the pain left and absolute ecstasy took its place.

loki noticed the change in you and decided to give his thrusts more power, barely able to contain himself. he pumped in and out of your aching core at a medium rate. he wanted to go faster, harder but he stayed careful.

but you... you wanted more. you started clawing at loki's back, bringing him closer to you and leaving red scratches all over his back. you kissed his neck, his torso, leaving him the same bruises he left you earlier, though yours weren't as agressive as his. yours were small, red, but his eventually became huge purple bruises. and you had them all over your body. he started leaving you some more, on your neck, your collarbone, imitating your movements.

"more..." you pleaded.

he smirked against your skin, left you yet another passionate kiss on your lips and with that, his thrusts became harder, more agressive, much faster. you felt as if he was trying to crawl inside of you.

you both started moaning and screaming each other's names at the top of your lungs. your lover got up, detaching his torso from yours, trying to find an angle where he could go deeper inside of you. you wanted him back, missing the heat of his body. you reached out to him with your arm, but he firmly grabbed it, stopping you in your tracks. you were surprised. he looked down at you, staring at you straight in the eyes. his eyes went dark. his hand that had stopped your movement, trailed up from your hand, to you elbow and up your arm, until it reached the crook between your shoulder and your neck. his thumb drew circles over your cheek, then your chin and finally on your throat. you didn't even have the time to realise but his hand had completely wrapped itself around your throat, choking you slightly. you could still breathe completely fine, but his hand held your head in space, as his thrusts became even harder, if that was even possible.

he started panting, completely losing himself in the moment.

he bent down again, still holding your throat in his hand. he grabbed you and forced your face to be centimetres from his.

"mine." he said in a deep, grunting voice.

that word was the one that completely sent you over the edge. you could feel your walls clench around his member, your were close. you needed your release.

"loki... i'm close." you tried sighing out.

he understood you perfectly. the hand he wasn't using to choke you found its way down between your legs and started playing agressively at your clit.

"let go, baby... let go" he panted.

you couldn't hold it in anymore. you let your orgasm take control of your entire body. your legs were shaking, your hips started grinding against loki's, your hands scratched at his back even deeper, your eyes were rolling back inside your head, and your mouth gaped wide open, letting all sorts of cusses fly out of your mouth.

as you rode out your orgasm, you knew loki was close as well. seeing you in this intense state, all because of him, sent him over the edge and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

you started grinding your hips even more agressively, trying to meet his.

"come on, baby..." you whispered in his ear, leaving all sorts of wet kisses and hickey's all over his body.

you ran your finger through his curls, pulling at his hair.

and that's when you knew. you felt his hand grasped at your throat even tighter, making you gasp for air. he stopped moving, buried deep inside of you.

"oh my fu..." he started, moaning loudly.

you had made some research about how it would be like to have someone cum inside of you. you found out most people couldn't feel it. but you did. you felt all of it. you felt a warmth completely invade your insides, it kept coming and coming, just like earlier but this time inside of you.

loki's hand was still wrapped around your throat, holding it firmly, but as his orgasm ended, he eventually loosened his grasp.

when he finally stopped coming, as he was still buried inside you, he finally looked up at you and left a wet kiss your lips.

"i love you" he said, out of breath.

"i love you too."

loki looked down and smirked, taking his hand off your throat.

"no... don't say it like that... don't say "too"... it sounds like you're just agreeing with me. say it for real..."

you scoffed a little, thinking his request to be a little ridiculous. but you understood. you ran your fingers through his raven locks, held his head between both your hands, making him look at you.

"i love you, loki... i love you." you said softly, staring into his ocean blue eyes.

he gave you a wide smile and kissed you once more. he gave you a kiss full of love and passion.

after your kiss, he slowly pulled out of you. you felt so full, a second ago, the absence of his shaft between your legs contrasted so much with the empiness you now felt.

loki bent down again between your thighs to watch his seed run out of you. it felt yet again, never ending, but loki watched attentively.

"what a beautiful sight... may i snap a picture?" he said, jokingly.

"shut up..." you said in the same tone.

he gave you one last lick to your core and licked his lips, not minding his cum, plastered over your folds.

"i'll get a towel..." he said, leaving one last peck on your lips.

"thank you, honey..." you thanked him softly.

as you layed, completely naked on your bed, you thought.

you no longer felt restrained in your own skin, not around him at least. he made you feel seen, loved, desirable. you hated your body a little bit less, now. you might even try eating in front of people! maybe... you and loki didn't just have sex that night. you made love. he didn't just take your virginity, he made you into a better, improved version of yourself.

you were never more in love with him than in that moment.

loki came back with a light pink towel. he rose your hips up in the air and deposited it under you. he used the other end of the towel to wipe his seed off you.

once you were clean, loki got back off the bed and put the towel back in the bathroom.

he joined you in bed and wrapped his arms around you.

you felt so good. better than you had in years. with him. you felt so loved.

you didn't want to move, but you remembered you had to pee after a sexual intercourse... you read it in a blog.

you nudged loki, trying to get off the bed, but loki held you back, making it impossible for you to move.

"don't... even think about it." he said firmly under his breath.

you chuckled.

"i'm gonna get a urinary tract infection... and it's gonna be on you." you said in an accusing manner.

"darling, i'm a god... i have super powers, you're not gonna get a... whatever sort of infection you're talking about."

you scoffed, nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck, sighing heavily.

loki left a loving kiss on the top of your head and held you tighter.

"you're mine... all mine."

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Camila Noceda and Flawed Parenting

A perspective by a flawed person with loving but extremely flawed parents

I’m genuinely baffled at some people’s hostile reaction towards Camila. Like… do any of you have flawless parents that always know the best solution instantly, make no mistakes and never get emotional?

My parents are great. They’re super supportive and I love them very, very much. Overall I think I got very lucky in the parents department.

But god, they are far from flawless. I still live at home, and despite all the good, there’s moments when I can’t take my dad anymore. He’s the kind of dad that stayed up until two am to help me with homework when I was in school, and he does so, so many things to make sure I’m happy. I know that. But despite all of this, I have told my mom in emotional moments before that I’m not sure if I can keep living with him, because for all his good sides, he has a couple of fatal flaws that sometimes make him unbearable.

My mom listens to me and is very open to being educated on certain topics, but she has her flaws, too. She hates when I fight with my dad, and gets so torn up about it that I’ve once apologized to my dad out of fear of her getting into a car crash otherwise. She’s very vocal about certain flaws of mine, and sometimes uses the things she does for me as leverage against me when she gets very emotional.

And both of my parents pay a lot more attention to my brother because he needs it more, because he’s more of a “problem child” while I “seem so capable” even when I’m not.

And guess what? I’m not a perfect child. I make mistakes sometimes, some of them pretty severe. Just like Luz, I’m the kind of person that struggles to communicate certain issues of mine to her parents. I’m stubborn, and when I get emotional, I say very hurtful things sometimes. So do they.

And this has nothing to do with my parents being horrible or abusive. They’re neither of those things.

The takeaway from this should not be that my entire family is made up of terrible people, but that we’re all flawed in our own ways, despite loving each other and trying our best. There’s things about my parents I wish I could change, and there are things about me that my parents wish they could change. And to an extent, that’s perfectly normal.

In our strengths and flaws and frustration with each other, we’re all human.

Specific, spoiler-y Camila and Luz things under the cut since this got very long.

We have no indication that Camila has a pattern of emotionally manipulating Luz. Her “emotional manipulation” as I’ve seen some people put it, is people for some reason thinking that the second you become an adult, you’re suddenly perfect and can no longer make mistakes, lest you’ll be dubbed horrible and abusive.

The whole concept is absurd to me. There is no perfect way to parent. There simply isn’t. Of course, there’s some genuinely abusive patterns that are horrible and inexcusable. But out of the parenting styles that aren’t, which one works depends on a number of factors, one of which absolutely includes that every child is different and has different needs. Camila is an amazing parent for Vee, giving the kid everything she’s ever longed for. She’s not an ideal parent for Luz. And that’s because Luz and Vee have fundamentally different needs.

Likewise, Luz is a pretty great child for Eda, but not a perfect fit for Camila. Luz relates to Eda a lot more than she relates to her mom, and that’s why the two of them have an easier time understanding each other. Both of these mother-child relationships exist, and one is not more doomed to fail than the other, but I think you’ll agree that the better you understand someone and where they’re coming from, the easier it is to communicate, pick up on certain signs, etc.

As mom and daughter, Camila and Luz are both flawed and have issues seeing the other’s perspective because of how different they are. And we should simultaneously acknowledge both of their roles in the issue and give both of them the space to learn and grow past those issues.

Luz struggles to communicate her problems. She doesn’t want to burden people in the demon realm, and it’s a given that this started out as not wanting to burden her mom. So she keeps quiet about her issues. Camila tries hard but can’t read her daughter’s mind, so there’s only so much she can do to understand and help the way Luz needs her to. Hell, Eda, who Luz is a lot more open with than her mom, struggles to help her, because Luz doesn’t tell her what’s wrong. I don’t see anyone calling Eda a terrible mom for that.

Camila tries her best, but she struggles to understand her daughter because of this, and because of how fundamentally different they are. She loves Luz’s creativity, we actively see her supporting it in the new episode—she keeps the weird stuff Luz made because she thinks Luz will regret throwing it away, and even plays along in what she assumes to be some elaborate role play because “she’s glad Luz kept her creativity even though it’s not made things easy for her at school”. But at the beginning of the show, said creativity got out of hand and people got hurt. Luz could’ve gotten hurt. So of course Camila had to interfere. I love Luz dearly, but she thought it was okay to bring snakes to school and set off fireworks inside a school building. Creativity is great. Doing reckless stuff that causes people to get hurt is not.

In sending Luz to camp, Camila tried to have someone else fix her issue because she didn’t know how to help Luz. That was a mistake, and a bad one at that, but she’s realizing that. She looks disheartened when Vee tries to throw out Luz’s stuff, because she never meant to change her daughter or take that part of her away. She just thought Luz needed a reality check—which, for the record, is something the narrative actually agrees with.

Luz spends her time in the demon realm getting reality check after reality check, realizing that even her ideal fantasy world where she has everything she always wanted doesn’t mean she’s free of consequences. She goes overboard constantly, causing:

-Eda to be forced to fly into a trap because Luz is chasing a fantasy (Witches before Wizards)

-Eda to almost be branded by her sister because Luz doesn’t think through why Eda doesn’t use magic to publicly announce her presence constantly (Once Upon a Swap)

-Eda and the twins to get kidnapped by a Slitherbeast because Luz stole Amity’s wand (Adventures in the Elements)

-Her friends to get hurt when she goes overboard trying to help Willow (Wing it like Witches)

-Eda to be captured and almost petrified because Luz thought she could just steal from the Emperor with no consequences in an attempt to help (Agony of a Witch)

I’m like 90% sure these aren’t even all. None of those make her a terrible person, for the record, but as all humans are, she is flawed and makes bad choices. She learns from these experiences and matures, just like her mom had hoped she would at camp. She’s also made friends there, which was another thing Camila wanted for her daughter.

You’ll probably realize that a lot of Luz’s behaviors I mentioned follow one of two patterns: 1. Luz’s idealized fantasy world causing problems, when she walks around with rose tinted glasses and gets people in trouble in the process because she hasn’t thought about the consequences, and 2. Luz trying to help someone she loves, but instead making things worse in the progress. The issue with this one is often that she doesn’t communicate her ideas/listen to the people she’s trying to help—like when Willow and Gus said they’ve had enough of Grudgby, or how she never actually talks to Eda about the healing hat idea before doing something reckless.

…does the latter one sound familiar to you at all? No? Because it’s the exact same thing that Camila did.

Some of the things Luz does are reckless and actively endanger others and herself, and that’s something that I think we need to acknowledge before judging Camila. As Luz’s mom, it’s Camila’s job to interfere in those situations. That she made a mistake while trying to protect Luz doesn’t make her a terrible person, especially as, again, the narrative proves her right to an extent.

I’m not saying her making Luz promise to come back and stay isn’t something that hurt Luz—it absolutely is. But it was born out of desperation. She’s emotional and in shock. She’s so full of pain and regret. She just wants her fourteen year old daughter home safe, and there’s nothing abusive or even morally ambiguous about that.

From Luz’s perspective, what she says is absolutely heartbreaking, but from Camila’s, it’s perfectly reasonable. I doubt Camila has the full picture, but even if she does, she’s had a full fifteen seconds to process that her daughter has not only been lying to her for months, but chose to leave her, and is in the demon realm of all places. Of course she’d be emotional and upset about that! Who wouldn’t? Camila isn’t a robot. If she’d been calm about this I’d be way more concerned, honestly.

My parents don’t get mad that easily, but if I would lie to them for weeks on end, they’d be pissed off too, not even taking the running away from home part into account. That’s a normal thing. People don’t like being lied to. Camila is absolutely devastated in that moment because she’s scared that Luz left because she hates her, when Luz actively states that her leaving wasn’t about her mom—which is another thing we should really be acknowledging.

Abusive parents suck and abuse should obviously never be apologized or trivialized, but saying something hurtful in the heat of the moment isn’t the same thing as being an abusive parent. My parents have done this. I’ve done this. And yes, those things can be emotionally manipulative, but there’s a huge difference in whether that’s a habit or a person speaking out of hurt and desperation in a very specific context. I doubt there’s anyone on the entire planet that hasn’t had a bad moment where they’ve said something like this because they were hurting. People lash out when they hurt, and they beg for reassurance when they’re scared. That’s something we all do.

The whole mindset of “all parents have to be perfect and can never get upset or make any mistakes” is harmful as hell, and honestly also very unrealistic. No parent is perfect, and especially people like me who have a relationship with their parents that’s very good overall should know that.

Once you have a child, parenting is a non-stop learning process, every day for the rest of your life. Taking away that room to grow and expecting perfection isn’t helping anyone, especially not struggling single parents.

And I see Camila as someone who is very willing to learn, because at the end of the day, all she wants is for Luz to be happy. Let’s give her some time to wrap her head around this whole situation. Let’s see what she says once she sees for herself how happy Luz is in that world, may it be via the videos eventually coming through or Camila visiting and meeting Luz’s found family, her friends and her girlfriend.

Ultimately, I don’t think Camila will force Luz to stay at home, but we have to give her some time. She wants what’s best for Luz, and she’s gonna need some convincing that a dangerous magical world is what’s best. I feel like that’s very normal considering the circumstances.

Her and Luz need to work on their communication on both ends, they both have things to learn, but I’m certain they’ll manage to fix their relationship in the long run.

If the bunk bed is any indication, I think Vee is gonna stay in the human realm permanently while Luz sleeps at home but keeps attending Hexside in the daytime. That feels like a solution that keeps everyone happy, and allows Luz to spend time with all the people she loves. I can’t see her being forced to choose at the end.

As a closing statement: Eda isn’t an ideal mom, Amity isn’t an ideal friend or girlfriend and neither is Luz, Lilith isn’t an ideal sister… but that’s because no one is ever an ideal anything. Being flawed is a big part of being human. Everyone has different facets to their personality. Their flaws are what makes them such great, relatable, believable characters.

And I feel the same way about Camila. She’s an extremely believable character that reminds me of my own parents, flawed but very loving nonetheless.

(Also honestly, I think it’s pretty telling that some of you guys immediately bash the black single mom that’s obviously trying her hardest while giving the benefit of the doubt to Alador, who has been portrayed as neglecting and threatened his six year old daughter on screen. This was already a thing before we knew much about either of them, and I’m disappointed but unfortunately not very surprised that it still is.)

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