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quaintii · 11 months

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Miguel Imagine Part 2

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dom!Miguel x fem!reader

(long fic) :3

Contents: rough sex, choking, hair pulling, slapping, breeding kink, bdsm, oral sex, angry sex, degradation kink, praise kink, angry sex, mating press sex position, sexual tension, mirror sex, nelson position, masturbation, sex toy, fang kink, sir kink, etc.

MDNI.

a/n: sorry if this is quite long, just trying to feed u hungry miguel whores (aka me) this gon be nastyy

You were too anxious to go to his office, but you had to. Every Spider man/woman had to submit in their reports at least every week to Miguel or Lyla because it was a mandatory checkup. You haven’t seen him since that incident, it runs through your mind constantly. You sometimes use your vibrator to relieve yourself of that immense need that you crave so desperately

~Tonight you were pulsing throughout the whole day. You couldn’t stop aching for his touch, you want to go on your knees and beg for him to tease you, to use you like a fucking slut.

You turn on your vibrator and place it on top of your clothed clit, imagining it was his hands opening your folds whilst licking your slickness.

“F-fuck..this feels so painful..” Despite the vibrator making you jerk and twitch and spwel a couple of loud moans, it didn’t feel enough. You really wished he hadn’t stopped that day. You pushed two fingers inside your wet cunt, dragging them in and out slowly while poking that soft spot that made you mewl.

”M-miguel, fuck…I want your cock inside of my pussy..please fuck me until I can’t w-walk..” You say as you start reaching your climax. Your cunt clenching hardly on your fingers as the vibrator finally made your clit release that sweet sensation through your system. You started twitching and moaning, still not removing your vibrator off your clit so you could overstimulate yourself. “Nghnmf..please fill me with your cum Miguel..” You mewl. You then approach your second orgasm, making you hold in your breath and your heartbeat fastening and pulsing loud in your ears, feeling the blood rushing.

You arched your back and rested your head on your pillow, grabbing onto your sheets and palming them on your mouth to prevent you from screaming ecstasy. You then try to steady your breath back in order as you stare directly at your ceiling. Once again, disgusted because you just masturbated about your boss. But you had yet wanted a taste of him.

Today was the day. Your weekly checkup. Unfortunately, Lyla was offline so you couldn’t submit it to her so you had to face him.

As you were getting ready, you dolled yourself a bit but not too excessively to the point someone would weirdly point out. You wore a professional blazer dress with small heels, but allowed your cleavage to pop out a bit. Teasing him was your favorite thing to do. You began approaching his office.

Your heels tapping on the floor, causing echoes to spread across the huge room. Miguel was looking through the perspective cams at the top of his floating floor, you always thought it was stupid that he would slowly go down. “C’mon Miguel, I seriously don’t have all day for you to make this ‘entrance.’ You place two fingers on your nose bridge, sighing. “Should I remind you who makes the rules around here again? I don’t understand what gives you so much balls to talk to me like you command me.” He rolls his eyes at you. “Don’t be so egotistical, Mig..you have to stop being so full of yourself. Work on that. Here are the files, take a look through them and I’ll get going,” Miguel hums and looks back and forth at the files and your face.

“Me? Being full of myself?” He chuckles with a smirk. “How about you work on not looking like a total whore.” You audibly gasp as soon as he blurts out that word. Whore.

"I am one of your employees, you should respect me! I can’t handle your awful behavior sometimes, you’re so annoying.” You say.

“What makes you think that I also can’t fucking stand you whenever you open that fucking mouth of yours?!” He says angrily as he approaches closer to you, towering you. “You really need to be taught manners because you can’t seem to behave.” He glances at your breasts, a shaky sigh leaving his lips.

Miguel is trying his best to restrain himself from breaking you right now because you just look so vulnerable, he wants to take that smug look of yours off your face. Replacing it with him thrusting deep into you, making you not be able to even think a coherent thought.

The way his suit would perfectly shape around his muscles had you pool more into arousal. There was a loud silence between the both of you and you dared not to speak. “I thought you were going to keep up with that bratty attitude? Where’d it go?” He snickered. “Shut the fuck up, Miguel. Forget it, I’m leaving.” You turn your back to face the door, being completely covered in red webs. “Let me out you weird fuck!”

”You see, I’m so frustrated how you always seem to stress me whenever you come inside of this office. You’re going to regret being a fucking brat and learn some manners ‘round here, ‘kay?” Your back hitting the door, your breath hitches as Miguel struts towards you. You try running an opposite direction til you feel a web grab around your waist and place you on a chair.

Your hands now tied up behind your back and your legs separated, also tied to the chair. “L-let me go..now.” You spurt out. “Why should I? I can smell something that says the exact opposite.” He gets closer to your face, lowering himself to your level. “I mean you arrive in that dress of yours to tease me again? Do you even understand how badly I want to rip it off your body?” You shiver a bit from his cold tone. “I’m s–sorry Mig.” Miguel grabs your chin harshly. “Don’t call me that.” His chest heaving a bit more noticeably.

You aruptably gasp as he suddenly spreads your legs, his face getting closer to your clothed cunt. He nibbles and licks your outer thigh. You try not to give him satisfaction and hold in your whines. “You’re still being a brat? Let me hear you, carino. Todavía no vas hacer caso?” (You're still not going to behave?) He presses two fingers against your clit, rubbing it slowly. He rips off your panties and licks your wetness with his warm tongue. You still refuse to let out your moans, you resisted the urge to give in even though you desperately wanted to.

”No seas asi, tesoro. No te va encantar lo que te voy hacer si me vuelves ignorar. Quiero escuchar tu sonidos bellos.” (Don't be like that, love. You're not going to like it if you ignore me again. I want to hear your sweet sounds.) He swirled his tongue on your clit and spread your folds with his girthy fingers. Miguel loved seeing you squirm and still attempt to hide your mewls. He rapidly slid in two fingers inside your cunt. You finally let out a choked groan that’s been awaiting to be released from your aching throat.

”Fu-fuck..m-more Miguel.. touch me please.” You whine. “No tan rápido, mi reina.” He slurs as he places his hot mouth onto your pussy. Two fingers inside of you, being pulled in and out in a fast pace while his thumb massaged your clit and his tongue nibbling on your folds.

You lean your head back, accepting into submission. You wanted to cum around his fingers, for him to feel how good he makes you feel and how your cunt would clench so tight around his cock. Miguel rips off your clothes right off your frame, leaving you fully exposed in front of him. His voice groaned as he has a clear view of your curvy body. He moves his head up to suck on your nipples, pushing his tongue on your nipple causing you to twitch. His face was a mix of arousal and anger that still lingered. He moved his fingers slightly quicker, keeping a solid pace.

You felt like you were going to come, the pleasure felt so good and you were yet so needy for more. “Please Mig…make me cum..I can’t hold it in anymore.” You whined. “Please.. I can’t-“ You sobbed, the only thing keeping you in place being his hard grasp on your left hip.

“Please what?” You could feel him grinding against you as his fingers fucked you silly. No matter how badly he wanted to be inside you, he almost prepped you for him. He knew how big he was and how much he could destroy you.

His fingers only went even faster when you said that while he rested his head on your shoulder. He sunk his fangs deep inside your flesh, causing you to spring up and release your orgasm. Your screams and whines echo in the room, begging for him to stop because it was just too much for you. “I thought you could handle this..fuck..”

Your body was overtaken by a wave of electricity flowing through your veins. Your body shaking and your cunt throbbing. Your vision is blurred out with tears. You’ve never felt so breathless. Miguel loved how your pussy spasmed and clenched so tight on his fingers. He pulled out his fingers and sucked them clean. Seeing that explicit look of him only made you want more. “You taste so fucking good, so sweet. You’re such a fucking good girl for cumming around my fingers.” He whispers as he presses his lips onto yours. Both of your tongues are destroying each other, the both of you becoming breathless.

Miguel removed the webs tied around you and placed you right on top of his table. You look at him through your teary lashes, your mouth agape. “I want to taste you Miguel, I want to taste your fucking cock around my throat.” That alone was enough for Miguel to force you down onto your knees and slam his cock inside of your warm throat. You choke around his sudden thrusts pick up fast. Your tongue swirls around his length, taking all of him in your mouth. “Your mouth is made just for me, only mine. You’re such a dirty whore, taking me all like a fucking slut..” He groan and his head rolls back.

His hands run along your hair, grabbing it to push you deeper onto his cock. Small tears trickling past your cheeks. The gurgling and slurping you were making made Miguel harden, along with small whimper sounds parting from Miguel’s lips were the only noise around you both, it just made you even wetter.

You loved how his cock would repeatedly twitch inside your throat, so you hollow your cheeks which make him loudly groan and jerk his hips harder.

Your moans would make his cock feel so fucking amazing as it would make your mouth clench around his cock. He looked down at you, seeing how good of a slut you were taking him. He loved seeing you under him like this, taking him so well he thought. You clawed your fingernails deep into thighs, tapping on them so you could take a chance to catch your breath. “Miguel, please just put it in..” You moaned, reaching back to swirl your hands around his tip, getting a lovely groan out of him. You lowered your head on to him once more, teasing his tip with your tongue as your right hand pumped his cock all the way from the base to your mouth. You kept a close eye on him though, making sure he didn’t cum.

He immediately removed your mouth from his cock. That’s when you felt his bare cock teasing your entrance, covering himself in you. His voice was low and husky, laced with want. “I’m going to fill this pretty pussy of yours.”

Miguel didn’t want to cum inside of your mouth, he wanted to pump his hot cum deep inside your womb. He wanted to breed you like an animal. He quickly pulled you back up from your knees, placing your legs on his shoulders. You were now in a mating press position. He slammed his hips against yours, reaching your cervix.

Miguel could get a perfect view of his dick aligned with your warm cunt, how your cunt would suck him perfectly. Your eyebrows furrowed as you cried out, taken back by his cock pounding up into you. You slumped down, resting your head on his shoulder, to cock drunk to do anything else. "F-Fuck you're so good at this!" You shriek when he had his fingers pinching each of your nipples as he bit on the soft spot of your neck.

"Mm, I know, cariño." The way he whispered in your ear made you shiver above him. You held onto his arms but at some point Miguel slipped one arm down, rubbing your clit to increase the tension as he thrusted deep inside you. You were so cock-drunk, you couldn’t let out any word besides moans.

Miguel altered your positions so you were now facing a mirror. “You like it, huh, cariño?" He growled as his pace fastened deeper into your cunt. The sight of him fucking you in the mirror drove you crazy, crazy that you were clenching so tight - “You’re my little dirty slut aren’t you, muñeca?” "Yes sir, I love your cock inside of my f-fucking pussy..."

"Say that one more time and I'll have you screaming my name. He said dangerously.

"Please sir. Let me…" He pulled away from you and flipped you over so you were now underneath him. Still in front of the mirror, MIguel grabbed your throat, pulling it so you could arch your back.

Miguel moaned as you clenched your walls around him, the feeling of heat as your bodies collided driving you crazy. Your nails scratching at nothing but the floor. He plants his lips onto your sensitive neck, leaving it bruised for later.

Each thrust deepens, stronger and more irresistible. Miguel wrapped his hands around your neck, making you choke but excited at the same time. You looked in the mirror to see Miguel in such an erotic position on top of you. It was hot. Your walls clenching around him makes Miguel stutter his hips against your back, finally painting your plushy walls, white. The overwhelming feeling leaving you completely breathless, your body twitching and moving without your control. Your chest heaving heavily as you gasped for air. You eventually pass out.

You wake up to a warm feeling spreading across your body. You open your eyes hazily, turning your head towards Miguel who's massaging your back with oil. You let out a soft groan, it felt so relieving. You haven't been this relaxed since..ever. "Estás despierta muñeca?" (You're awake, doll?) You hum, resting your face on the pillow. "Hope you liked it." Miguel chuckled. "You left me with numb legs so I loved it. Gracias, Miguel." (Thank you, Miguel.) You say. "Te nada, mi vida." (Your welcome, my love.) The tension between of you finally cleared and your relationship grew closer than ever.

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konigsblog · 1 year

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ghost x singer!f!reader

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requested by anonymous

warnings: kidnapping, possessiveness, reader doesn't like ghost, ghost makes reader uncomfortable, security

im not sure whether ill make this a mutli-parter, im not sure this is good. but please tell me if you want more.

simon was assigned as a security guard for a famous singer, known online as [stage name] and offline as [name], both men and women fell head over heels for her beauty. which led you to have security guards beside you everywhere you went. one of these guards was simon, who never failed to be there.

he was a bit off though, his kindness for you showed because you could tell how rough and cold he was with everyone else. but with you? he was soft and charming, yet a bit of a creep.

the comments he made, about taking you in as his own. "i always have to guard you everywhere, you'd be safer if you just lived with me." he chuckled, you tensed up but laughed back, awkwardly though. it wasn't uncommon for him to make these comments, whether it be; "i should just chain you to me." or "you don't need anyone but me." it creeped you out.

you never said anything about it, not realizing the true intentions he had, not realising that you'd be chained up against a wall, and a weight chained to your ankle.

the light burned your eyes as you woke up, your fight or flight instincts kicked in as you realized that you didn't know where you were. you began panting as fear took over your body, you froze in fear as the door creamed open and heavy boots came down the stairs.

a familiar voice came from the tall, broad man wearing a skull balaclava. "i told you that you'd be better with me. i warned you." the soft and calm voice was replaced with a gruff, low and spine-chilling tone. "s-simon?! what the fuck?! let me go." pleading and begging with him, screaming for him to let you go. "no, no, no love. please understand, i'm not gonna hurt you, can you not tell? i love you." his voice was back to hushed and gentle. the way you would talk to a baby that's going to fall asleep. his massive hands grabbed the back of your neck and pulled his mask up, pulling you in for a kiss, you whined, a choked sob muffled as his lips pressed against yours.

disgust washed over you, never would you imagine being chained to a wall in your body guards basement, this man was supposed to protect you. it seemed you both had different ideas of protection though. "please, simon, p-please ..." you begged, mewled and weeped. your head felt dizzy and your muslces felt week. you noticed that your throat felt strained, and sore.

"i wanna go back, i- fuck please, simon..." nothing could budge this man, he cupped your face, you spat at him. "fuck you." his face contorted into a saddened one, then angry. "lovie, i'm not here to hu-" you cut him off. "i'll never fucking like you?! get that through your fucking thick skull." you choked out, as your head fell, tears falling down your cheeks and you avoided his hands.

even if he got on one knee, you wouldn't like him. this wasn't what you wanted, you wanted to sing, sing to your fans and be on stage. not in some dirty basement.

before your knew it, his hand twisted into a fist as he knocked you out. whines that filled the room fell and gave the room a deafening silence and a deathly aroma.

*****

your eyes flickered open, feeling yourself in a different position, you were surrounded by pillows and blankets, a body laid beside you and your wrists tied to the bed. another wave of nausea came back, as you felt a panic attack coming on, he was asleep. a knife in his hand grazed across your thigh. why did he have a knife? he was gonna hurt you.

as your breath started to speed up, it alerted simon. he scanned his surroundings, before his eyes laid on yours, making a fierce eye contact, his other hand reached across to turn the lamp on. your tear stained-bloodied face was wet with a mixture of blood, sweat and tears.

you knew there would be no escaping from him by asking, so you had to plan an escape. he doted over you, his hands roaming your body, hushing your demands and pleas. tehh fell to deafs ears as he held you. "let me love you, please."

you would never love him, no matter what.

idk if this is good or not, i haven't slept still but i can't sleep, give me criticism and if you want more please request more.

#call of duty modern warfare #cod x reader #ghost headcanon #modern warefare ii #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #cod x y/n #ghost call of duty #yandere x y/n #yandere x you

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sonicasura · 5 months

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Realizing this now but Poppy Playtime would fit in the Transformersverse creepily well once you think about it. Shockwave, Meltdown, Mandroid, Tarantulas... They have experimented and create terror for various purposes that left either disgust, horror, or both on viewers than just the opposition.

Poppy Playtime could fit right in even more so when you notice how the toys operate. All of them are taught to pretend to be normal children playthings. Still like statues until no one notices and the perfect time to strike. Ambush predators that need to eat as there is evidence like tailoring Boxy Boo's appetite to human flesh(to get rid of those who knew too much) in a recording found inside Project Playtime or the EXP.1006/The Prototype not needing to eat unlike the other experiments within a recording inside Poppy Playtime.

I can't forget the most darkest information. These living toys were once human and the Chapter 3 ARG has given more evidence children being potential subjects. In Chapter 2, there are documents that label a kid's name but also a toy in the Game Station.

Children were actively being tested by scientists before the conversion. However the final nail in the coffin is this official video from Mob Entertainment's YouTube page. A confirmed toy who was once a person.

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It gets even worse. This shit is morbid enough so how bad can it become? The Bigger Bodies Initiative. A plan to make giant toys for the purpose of labor. Legitimate slave labor in order to cut costs as these human experiments will work to sustain the factory until they are killed. Toys meant to never age so they continue to live unless put out of their misery.

Now I know you're thinking they couldn't stand a chance against Cybertronians. A giant toy might be able to offline Minicons and damage regular bots to some degree unless trained to aim for weakspots. Like ambush predators tend to do. TFA Optimus and TFP Arcee wouldn't have fun with Mommy Long Legs due to personal trauma involving spiders.

No, the danger is directed to their human companions. Most Transformers series has at least one person becoming an important member of the team with the majority being teenagers and CHILDREN. Poppy Playtime's monstrous toys can easily kill humans as Boxy Boo is made to devour adults whole without a peep.

There's no way to discern or even expect a simple children's plaything could be a man eating monster. Optimus kills a toy that found its way into base and Ratchet does an autopsy. Imagine their horror upon discovering human organs being intertwined to make an actual alive creature.

The dread only deepens as realization dawns that these are from children. Someone is bound to feel ill especially when you consider Optimus fondness for humans and the iterations with young charges. Death seems natural to a species intertwined by war for over multiple millenia.

They stomach the grief as until the battle is truly won, they can't mourn fallen comrades for long without being in constant danger. What people like Shockwave does to others truly wrought terror. To know their own kind is subjected to experimentation so extreme, so vile, that you don't believe there's a line this person won't cross.

Real horror can come from those they cherish becoming targets to an unforeseen threat. Morbid realization that toys could kill and devour the humans who snared their sparks. The disgust since these monsters once being their charges' species even possibly their age. And it can be your fault as toys like plushies are common innocent gifts.

TFP Bulkhead getting Miko a little Catnap toy as a present for her birthday. Imagine his horror seeing the girl unconscious, pain etched on her face from vivid nightmares. The toy he gave to Miko ready to take a bite out of her neck until he crushes it. Bulkhead would be forever haunted by the incident.

Now there are two threats hiding in plain sight. The machinery used for everyday life can potentially be a war criminal with the only indicator of potential death being an emblem. Now simple children playthings are possibly a former human that feeds on others.

And this threat doesn't have a warning sign until it's too late.

For those who want to delve further then here are the recordings so far. Chapter 1 & 2, Ch 3, Project Playtime Phase 1+2. Chapter 3 ARG summarized can be found here. Finally the documents from Poppy Playtime right here.

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youmakemyhearthowl · 1 year

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Punk Princess

Eddie really was just trying to get through the day unnoticed by Tommy and his goons. He’d been prepared to spend his second senior year with his head down and his eyes on the graduation prize. So when he heard whispers through the halls about some ‘freak’ he felt dread coil in his stomach. He hasn’t even done anything yet, it was the first day of classes for shit sake and he’d been late getting in.

So when he was scurrying around the halls trying to find a pen in his backpack, glancing up at Tommy’s voice and spotting a literal punk god with Robin Buckley hanging off his arm he was a little surprised. But when his eyes tracked over the body of the other boy, he’s pretty sure his brain completely just turned off when he caught a glimpse of the face attached to the body.

Steve fucking Harrington in all his glory was wearing a cropped mesh top, and what looked to be a black battle vest. But that wasn’t the end of what the fuck was happening because his hair was shaved on the sides and his face, Jesus Christ his face, was painted with a black charcoal around his pretty brown eyes, and fuck was that a piercing in his lip? In his eyebrow??

Hold the fuck on is that a hanky in his back pocket?

Eddie’s pretty sure he made some kind of noise as he stumbled and spilled the contents of his backpack over the hall floors, scrambling to pick it all up while his eyes were still locked firmly on Steve.

He’s pretty sure Tommy had said something towards him at that point but his brain hadn’t even fully booted back up when he watched a determined look coat Steve’s face as he drew the other guys attention back to himself. Eddie couldn’t stop the noise he made at that pretty sure his entire face was tomato red now as Steve shot him a soft smile.

“They’re called shit kickers.” Steve offers, catching Tommy’s gaze. “Wanna find out why?”

And for fucks sake, no one, no one should look that attractive stating they were going to basically kick someone's face in, but Eddies pretty sure he just completely blue screened because the next time he was even aware he had a body, Gareth was pulling him away from the scene where a teacher had at some point stepped in.

Eddie noted with disappointment that it looked like Steve hadn’t gotten to give Tommy a demonstration after all.

“Eddie..” The tone Gareth took was a long cultivated one, used specifically when Steve Harrington was involved, and Eddie cringed before smoothing out his expression, he was prepared to go on a long winded rant about how jocks were apparently stealing the looks outcasts had spent years creating and getting ridiculed for.

He knows that's what he was going to say.

“Holy shit Gareth I want to get down on my knees and worship that man.” Is what ends up coming out, and Gareth’s face does a weird mix of disgusted and unsurprised, his brows twisting together.

“Christ Eddie.”

“Did you see him Gareth? I’m pretty sure my brain had to do a full reboot.” Just as they were rounding the corner to their shared first period class, Eddie's feet stopped working and he stumbled roughly into a very firm back. The head attached to said back turned around slightly with a startled expression that turned into a smirk and honestly Eddie shouldn’t be surprised his brain goes offline again, because holy fuck.

“You sure do trip a lot, Munson.” Steve's voice comes out with a well practiced boredness to it that should be insulting, if it wasn’t for the playful twinkle in his eyes as he turns around and faces Eddie, who’s being manhandled to standing back up straight by Gareth. Eddie can feel the snarky, playful reply on the tip of his tongue, his whole body alight with the fact that finally, finally for the first time Steve is talking to him. Eddie is only slightly ashamed to admit that he’d spent a few sleepless nights imagining what he would say if he ever got to talk to Steve. So subtle flirting is what he’s prepared and ready to throw out at him.

“Only if I can lick those boots.” Is what comes out instead. Eddie is pretty sure he feels his face explode, because what the hell?? Fucking get on the same page he shoots the thought to his brain and mouth filter as he pulls a chunk of hair up to cover his face. Steve looks startled for a second, before a slow devilish smile spreads across his face.

“I’m more into being the one that does the boot licking, but I’ll keep that in mind, babe.”

Eddies pretty sure he goes into cardiac arrest right there in the hallway.

#Punk!Steve #Punk Steve #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Steddie #Steddie fic #Gareth is a good friend if not a little done with Eddies shit #God this is so fun to write #Punk Princess fic

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kakujis · 1 year

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i wanna write sfw stream mod!tora. like, the two of you finally date dating after dming each other for months. you’re not even aware he goes to the same college, let alone has some of the same courses as you until the night you confess, asking if he’d ever wanna meet up sometime. and he’s like. oh yeah. haha. about that :). and its just so cute ughh!!!!

please imagine the gaming dates … off stream and its the two of you playing a new multiplayer rpg or farm sim. if it’s the rpg, the two of you are stoked until you realize neither of you wants to heal or play classes that actually synergize well. “full dps we die like men.” or if it’s the farm sim, then everything about your farm is cat themed and you go along with it cus its so cute!

or looking at new stream overlays together, looking for artists to do new sub badges etc. “for the final time tora, i’m NOT doing a cheetah theme.” “but u like my cheetah print outfits ):” you can feel the burn of his gaze at the “y/n is typing…” knowing he’s lighting up when you say, “okay we can have one cat pop up notification.”

or little dms that distract you during stream, sometimes causing a death in game, but you can’t even be mad cause its just tora sayin’ “you’re so pretty.. i love you.”

tries his best to not ban anyone who tries to flirt with you! it’s a teeny bit of a problem though, so your chat has a command whenever new people pop in:

chat: !tora

Nightbot: if you flirt with y/n mod tora will ban you immediately and without warning. beware. btw this is not mod abuse. xd

but also offline, with him taking you to toman meet ups while you play on your switch, not paying attention at all. meanwhile, he’s glancing over your shoulder trying his best to NOT backseat game, while also sneaking tender kisses onto your cheek, head, etc.:

“why in world are you trying to backseat game animal crossing?” you huff, when you hear yet another grunt of irritation from him as you plop another fence down.

“because you said we could match island themes and now you’re changing it?” he whines, sticking his hands into your jacket pockets.

“all i did was change my house exterior.” you say, shifting the device closer to him. he groans again and you add, “okay, okay, plus a couple of fences, its not a big deal hon.”

“but now we aren’t matching… someone can come onto your island and see that.” he pouts, “…do you want me to die?” before you can even mention just how ridiculous that is, he shoots you some puppy dog eyes, golden hues blinking at you.

you sigh, your heart strings completely tugged. “… do you want me to change it back and we can work on it together later ater?” you compromise, already placing a fence back into your character’s pocket.

“yes, please~” he hums, giving you a peck on the cheek, totally satisfied.

the both of you shut up when baji clears his throat, the little look of disgust on his face mirroring the rest of the toman members.

“anyways. as i was saying…” baji continues, glancing over at kazutora, who finally at least pretends he’s listening.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora hanemiya x y/n #kazutora hanemiya x reader #pibby writing #BYE WTF I WROTE THE ENTIRETHING OUT IT WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE A GODDAMN REGULAR POST IFJFKDKDKDKFK #bte this was the cheesies tthing ive ever written lol . so much gamer talk mb!!!

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bylovesfirstkiss · 8 months

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"jurassic park was about capitalism only, the scientists did nothing wrong" is honestly a really stupid way to look at it and completely disregards the point that michael crichton was trying to make and I think if you think that you should reanalyze your biases.

science is not immune to criticism. it's not immune to abuse of power, either, and we could sit here all day while I list the insane amount of extremely inhumane crimes scientists have performed "for the greater good of knowledge". this "scientists only do bad things cause ummm capitalism" argument is so inherently flawed. scientists have done disgusting things for the pursuit of knowledge alone, for personal gratification, for figurative immortality, all of which they believe makes their practices justified. again we could go on and on about this.

jurassic park is an extremely faithful (albeit less gory) adaptation of the book, and somehow people still constantly misinterpret the theme to be either man v. nature. jurassic park is man v. god.

both the scientists and the showrunners are the villains. no, the scientists are not just "doing their jobs". they're engaging in a severely unregulated and brand new branch of science and experimenting with no boundaries. they're literally doing things just because they can. IAN SAYS THIS OUTRIGHT. what makes the anti-capitalism message go hand in hand with the message that unregulated science is extremely dangerous is that Hammond funds the researchers and then doesn't give them any boundaries.

no one- not wu, not hammond- treats what they're doing with any degree of seriousness. again, AS IAN SAID, no one stopped to think what the possible consequences of this massively unregulated practice were. no one considered the idea that it might all go wrong.

the reason being that, AND AGAIN THIS WAS STATED IN THE MOVIE BY SATTLER, the idea that they MADE the dinosaurs gives them this massive god complex, a complete illusion of control in their science jerk-off circle. how could something they made turn on them? it's hubris.

this is pretty much relevant to everything that goes wrong in the park. like the fucking computer system, which they were assured was extremely reliable and could keep the park running for days alone, was taken offline by one disgruntled employee.

the computer system failed.

the fences failed.

the prevention of breeding failed.

the lysine fallback failed.

THE SCIENCE FAILED. THAT WAS THE POINT. THAT WAS THE ENTIRE MOVIE.

and wu didn't even do a good job making those fucking animals in the first place. the reason why the t-rex couldn't sense movement is because the gaps in the DNA were filled with various different modern, living amphibians and reptiles, some of which cannot sense movement.

no one, not the scientists, not the businessmen, not the engineers, took it seriously. they played god. they operated on the "what could go wrong?" model. they reassured themselves that these animals were in their complete control and then popped bottles of champagne for scientific discovery.

the abuse of genetic power, and the failings of it, is such a huge part of the movie I cannot imagine how stupid you would have to be to ignore that. the scientists had the same illusion of control that everyone else did, and that ian malcolm did not. remember that massively famous scene? nature finds a way? that was blatant commentary on how the "science" they practiced was aiming to wrangle and control nature, and that nature is unpredictable and cannot be contained by people.

the reason why chaos theory was such a major talking point in the story is because chaos theory is built on recognizing underlying patterns during apparent chaos. ian saw a bunch of scientists who were playing with a relatively new field of science, a businessman who was completely in over his head, and a structure that was doomed to fail, and he recognized a pattern, and predicted an outcome. and he was right. it's the same as a weather forecast.

henry wu was killed in the first book, along with john hammond.

#decrees #cinema

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HE'S A VAMPIRE.

FANDOM. piofiore no banshou INCLUDES. nicola francesca GENRE. mild angst to serious angst? my angst scale is broken, guys. it's au. canon divergent hella. WARNINGS. the bad and stupid imaginings of someone with a pedestrian knowledge of vampires; personal interp of characters; toxic lovers (duh it's piofiore); mentions of mortality, death, and coming back to life; mentions of illness; mentions of religion NOTES. happy october. i like vampires. i like piofiore. i think the two should mix. this is not proofread. if you want to see more of this sort of theme applied to other characters, just let me know! i officially have my copy of the piofiore sequel and am hoping for those creative juices to start flowing as i play! i sincerely apologize for the lapse in posts. i'm mostly preoccupied with work offline. as always, reader is gn. criticism and feeback welcome! MINORS DNI.

NICOLA FRANCESCA

it was unholy how feckless he was. nothing but a gutless, pusillanimous abomination. you observed how effortlessly he repudiated his own capacity for cowardice, weaving some grandiose mythos to obscure the truth; however, you were now quite wise to the fact that nicola francesca was simply pacifying his own sense of guilt.

when your lip curled from resentment, when you sharply recoiled from his gentle touch— his trembling lips composed pure poetry, quite literally immortalizing his gesture of love, forevermore reminding you that he couldn't endure eternity without you. nicola had salvaged your disease ridden body. as you laid on the threshold of death, he impaled two fangs into your jugular. the scant life force that had quivered in your waning vessel was now thrumming somewhere in him, and you were now a pair of living dead companions.

so now, to find nicola always on his knees, beseeching your forgiveness as if you were some deity— it was quite rich with irony. language limited your ability to demonstrate just how you loathed nicola for so selfishly thwarting fate. you had never achieved your peace, your rest. you had now outlived your loved ones. you were bound to nicola by marriage, and there would be no true death to part you. you were with nicola by principle and perhaps out of spite... certainly out of spite.

"this was all for you." your grip on his jaw was as unforgiving as your tone. his glacial tears doused your flesh. why couldn't he just let you go? why couldn't he just let you die? you knew that nicola was prone to turn a blind eye to his own craven nature, and disgust twisted in your gut as his tremoring lips parted. "'until death do us part.'" despite nicola's tearful expression, he seized your shoulders with indomitable force. he would never let you go. not now, not ever. even your seething, hateful touch was something he sought these days since you could only find the resolve to interact with him when you needed to place blame. "'in sickness and in health!'" you shouted. this existence was a punishment, nothing short of absolute torment. as you were doomed to infinite, unending time, you had come to reconcile your past of illness. the sickness that had ailed you was far more natural that how the two of you were living now. nicola had gone against your wishes. you were content with death, had made peace with its arrival long before him. "i vowed to love you for all of my days." nicola allowed the two of you to lapse into silence. his face was now steeled, sorrowful tears ghoulishly falling down a stoic face. never before had nicola ever spoken with such confidence in his decision. in fact, he had spent the better half of a century having you console him, assure him that you would not come to despise him. now that your resentment had reared its ugly head, nicola, too, slowly came to accept something: that this was all will of a husband loving his wife. "my days know no end, and neither will we."

#otome #otome game #piofiore #piofiore no banshou #piofiore fated memories #piofiore 1926 #piofiore episodio 1926 #nicola francesca #nicola francesca x reader #reader insert #x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #vampire au

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heintodd98 · 1 year

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Effective self-study of Japanese

There are many Japanese learners who ask themselves this question: is it really possible to self-study Japanese?, don't worry, you're not alone. My initial reaction was to think anyone can learn one of the hardest languages in the world without real teachers. When I graduated from college, I decided to challenge myself with this tough goal, and I successfully achieved it (to some extent). In the end, I was not THAT proud of passing the Japanese Language Proficiency Test Level N2 after a year devoted to self-studying. Later, I'll tell you more about that, but first let me share how I learned Japanese and passed the JLPT N2 with a score of 97/180 (90 is the passing score). It is probably easier to remember hiragana and katakana charts than it is to memorize 2000 Kanji characters. For the first month of my 1-year journal, I decided to temporarily skip learning Kanji because it gave me a headache. As I thought about it, why don't Japanese people only use hiragana in their writing system like Koreans do? There would be much less hassle for everyone if that was done. The Kanji used to disgust me, and I later became enamored with it. You may have heard of Heisig's book Remembering the Kanji. Those who want to learn the Kanji faster and more easily should get this book. You can use your imagination to create a story or image for each Kanji to help you remember them. Even though there is no guarantee that this book will work for everyone or that you will become an expert in Kanji after using it, it is certainly the best of hundreds available for learning Chinese characters. The book does not provide you with on and kun readings for each character. It looks like the author is focusing on helping us remember the characters because he knows we can learn to read each character elsewhere. A serious learner shouldn't have much trouble going online and finding the on and kun readings of each character. Practice writing sentences and short essays to learn how to write Kanji. Repetition is the key to remembering a word. If you typed your sentences, you should ask someone to correct the grammatical errors for you. In Blog For Pet Lover to audio, video, and pdf lessons, they also have a lot of other resources. A better Japanese learning site won't probably be found online. There are four categories of lessons: Absolute Beginner, Beginner, Intermediate and Advanced. In each category, there are several seasons, each containing at least 20 lessons. Learn online or offline by downloading the pdf and mp3 files.

#Blog For Pet Lover

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interrogatethecat · 2 years

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mug in my hands, your lips on my lips

word count: 900

the rest is under the cut with the tag list, or on ao3 :)

Dean has never liked tea.

He can remember being four years old, crawling up next to his mom on the couch where she’s sitting down with a steaming mug cupped in her hands.

“Do you want some?” she offered.

Dean spat it back into the mug while she laughed.

He’s tried it a few times since then. Usually when he misses her the most, but quite frankly, it’s still just as disgusting to him now as it was before his life went up in flames. It’s a constant, though, which he can at least appreciate.

A new constant is catching Cas sipping tea out of one of those novelty mugs he started collecting when he fell for the last time. Dean has no idea what he sees in it, but every day without fail, Cas wanders around the bunker with a mug of tea.

The domesticity of it is jarring at times. It makes Cas seem more human when he’s grimacing at the taste after he’s left it steeping too long, or when he blindly closes a hand around his mug while he pours over something or other in the library. It makes it so much easier to imagine little things he doesn’t get, like dropping a kiss on Cas’ cheek as he gives him a mug, or curling up against him while they watch a movie. Dean doesn’t like tea, but he loves Cas with it.

It’s a beautiful, beautiful torture. He inflicts it on a daily basis.

Today, Cas’ mug says spill the tea. Dean shouldn’t find that as endearing as he does, but when it comes to Cas, he’s a goner. He tamps down the smile that comes with Cas’ beadhead, electric blue eyes blinking back sleep, and fingers curled around a mug.

“‘Morning,” Dean says.

Cas’ eyes flick up to him. “Good morning, Dean.”

Dean takes his usual spot by the counter, futzing with the coffee machine. It takes a minute for it to get going, and then he moves to rummage through a cabinet, pulling out one of the mugs that has made itself at home in the bunker (one of Cas’, this one says don’t be a prick with a picture of a cactus). They sit in comfortable silence backed by the quiet hum of the coffee machine.

Soon enough, there’s a shrill beep, and Dean is pouring himself a mug. He sits down across from Cas.

Cas takes a sip of his tea and Dean watches him swallow. Goddammit. It’s too early in the morning for his feelings and shit.

Halfway through his cup of coffee, Cas speaks.

“That’s disgusting,” he says, squinting at Dean’s mug. “How do you even drink it?”

“This?” Dean raises his coffee and Cas nods. “Buddy, you don’t get to talk, you’re drinking hot leaf juice.”

Cas frowns at him. “You’re drinking hot bean juice,” he argues.

“At least it’s not gross hot leaf juice,” Dean says.

Cas raises his eyebrows over his mug as he takes a drink. “Tea isn’t ‘gross,’” he says, using his free hand to make air quotes.

Dean scoffs. “Hell yeah, it is.”

“Dean,” Cas says.

“I’ve got thirty years of experience that say so,” Dean says, “You’re not changing my mind.”

Cas looks at him. Really looks at him. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and, for the love of god, Dean, stop looking at his lips!

Dean jerks his eyes back up to Cas’, but it’s too late.

Cas leans fluidly across the table and then Dean’s brain goes offline.

He tastes like earth and honey, crowding into Dean’s space. Hands come up to cup his face and the back of his neck. It’s a moment before Dean gets with the program and presses back. The flavor intensifies, and he’s suddenly drunk on it. He wants more, and holy fucking shit, Cas is kissing him, and—

Cas pulls back, slightly out of breath, lips pink, pupils blown and looking far more awake than he was a few moments ago. He manages to sound almost unaffected when he asks, “Did that change your mind?”

Dean can’t answer. He can still feel the phantom texture of Cas’ lips against his, and seeing Cas like this is doing things to him. How the fuck is he supposed to talk about tea when he can’t even think coherently?

“You kissed me,” he manages. “Cas, you—“

“Yes,” Cas agrees. “Did it change your mind?”

Dean gapes at him. He’s been wanting to do that for so long, and Cas just kissed him, out of nowhere, over an argument about tea. A lot of strange things have happened to Dean, but the domesticity of this particular moment might make it one of the strangest.

Cas takes pity on him after a minute or so of Dean failing to string together a sentence.

“Do you need to try it again?” There’s something light and hopeful in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Dean says, “Uh, yeah. I don’t think I got enough of a taste to decide. Maybe a few more times?” Maybe a lot more times?

Cas smiles. “Of course, Dean,” he says.

Dean’s words may not be working like they should right now, but leaning back in is easy. Right.

Dean doesn’t like tea, but this? His lips against Cas’, he thinks he could get used to this.

tag list: @ccstiel @starrynightdeancas @fellshish @floral-cas @castielsbeeslippers @dune-echo @gayhuckleberryinatrenchcoat @bestiarum @top13zepptraxx @linaraiscorner @theedorksinlove @destiel-is-canon-i-guess @blue-eyed-cutiepatootie

let me know if you want to be added or removed!

#I just think cas deserves to collect goofy mugs #they’re his little human obsession and it’s very endearing to everyone #spn #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #my writing #my fic

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rw47vr-key · 2 years

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Part 2/2 Mirage Jake x Fem!MC (not alive)

Warning!! : Angst, torture?, hurt, etc.., English isn't my first language,so I apologise for any mistakes

A/N at the end

Jake's POV

As of tomorrow,it will be three years since you left this world and me....

I can't move on,Y/N. Wherever I look ,whatever I see, your adorable smiling face comes before my eyes. I'm scared Y/N,I never can be happy but I try to do it ,only for you.

Jake?

I shut my eyes tight to forget it,your friends do their best to take care of me, yet all I could do feel is guilty and grief,the two companions who never leaves me in peace,I can't blame them.

I can't stop thinking of you,I live imagining your presence near me, that's how I have been surviving lately, but I feel like giving up.

"Jake?"

The strange,cackled voices I hear when i try to enjoy what's around me, it's really disgusting, the wrath I feel in my chest it's aching so much Y/N .I wish I didn't meet you , it'd would have been best if I hadn't been greedy enough to use you to find Hannah,you are dead and it's ALL my own fault,

But, you're still here, alive,as Charlotte; Is she a Mirage I created for suppressing my misery?

Someone holded on to Jake's wrist firmly while he poured down the drink in his hand carelessly;new ,warm tears rushing down his cheeks.

"Dammit Jake! Don't tell me you're going to get drunk all night and ruin my bar!!",shouted Phil, yanking away the glass from him.(he rejoined aurora a year ago)

Jake didn't care to wipe his stray tears,he clicked his tongue and sneered,"That's what matters to you, huh?"

Phil's eyes narrowed in concern.The unspoken words strolling in Jake's heart,leads to question Phil and his friends what could possibly save Jake. They weren't able to get an answer...

Guilty conscience follows their life too. How painful it is, that a single loss, leaves the others around wander aimlessly on the long road of life......

All of a sudden,a notification in a phone distracted Phil and Jake. It was Jake's;

Jake wasn't sure if he felt dizzy due to the 4 shot glasses of vodka or the short message of imminent disaster.

Name: James Fredrick

Age :31

Residency: fail to detect!!

"DID YOU MISS ME,MY LITTLE BROTHER?"

DON'T FORGET TO VISIT ME,OK? ;)

Another riddle for you

Guess it properly this time: 38251

* James is offline*

Jake immediately started sweating,trembling with shock. it's him again,a friend,a fellow hacker and a brother he condsidered, though not blood-related, at the orphanage;who betrayed him in many situations.

" you're not my brother you b***ch, I'll bring a full stop to your madness"

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Everything one could feel in that room were staleness and suffocation.Charlotte wriggled , struggling to untie the rope around her hands and body.The serial killer didn't mind to blind her vision,instead thought of making her suffer by looking at the awful things around her and his cruelty.Charlotte didn't dare to look up,by then she found herself being held by her jaw,that seemed to be the corner of a shoe,James' shoe.A drop of tear made it's way down from her cheeks.She gathered all her courage to remain strong, for her, for her boyfriend and her friends,most importantly for Y/N.

"Do you know what was Y/N last message to me?"

"That she loves you?"

No, ..not that..I mean apart.. I'm talking about the text chats", Charlotte saw him hiding his blushed cheeks.

"I'll not know unless you say",she chuckled and patiently waited for his reply.

"*lets out a deep breath* I told her it was dangerous, that I won't be the perfect person for her, but she replied,she doesn't need a perfect boyfriend,*chuckles* she even warned me to not escape from her.... what really touched my heart was, she found 'her life' in me.", Charlotte still remembers his weary smile imprinted in her head,when he said this.

"No one has ever showed me so much care and love as Y/N,I won't find any other girl like her in this life again,and... she's here,*points at the position of his heart* she lives here, forever till I die....I'm sorry Charlotte"

She expected this response,she neither had feelings for Jake nor him,but circumstances collided for this to happen.She was indeed glad with this outcome.A clone can't avail the invincible love.

She snaps out from her thoughts,when the maniac's notorious laughter caused chills all over her.

"Are you ready to d-"

Those were James' final words...

Few years later,

*A country far away from duskwood*

*Jake receives a book along with a picture of a young child,addressed from Charlotte*

*The title and the name respectively was....

Y/N

The END~~~~~

I'm so sorry for the story taking weird turns.Also the James killing part went gore so I cut off 😅🤕 that,or tbh I didn't know how to re-enact it in writing.....

Thank you a lot for whom reading this despite of that 💙❤️

Also, I'm not taking any further requests, I'm so sorry😕, I'm too late in responding and I'm becoming busy with so much stuff irl/I won't be active much here, But a huge THANK YOU for all the endless love and support always❤️❤️❤️

Take care of yourself and have a great day/eve/night lovelies!💕💕💕

And..let me know if you found that 3 1 ..... I know it was obvious 😅😂 ,so ignore this silly me, detectives

#duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #I'm so scared and nervous 😬😂#i apologise if you didn't like it #not a happy ending #but still a happy ending #and #duskwood episode 9 spoiler #idk but #i used something from episode 9......#writings☆

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rantingcrocodile · 2 years

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Hi Croc! I'm just gonna say it. Learning to deal with my attraction to men and allowing myself to feel it fully without guilt or feeling like it tainted my love for women or made me less worthy of love and support for my sexuality has been so hard for me! Hard enough that I've cried over it and lost sleep over it, and even friends! But I don't care because now I've acknowledged it as a neutral fact of bisexuality that isn't going away anytime soon I can enjoy men just as I do women! I can look at a man and think he's hot and it doesn't make me stupid, doesn't make me a "handmaiden", and it doesn't mean I love women less, and it doesn't make me less deserving of support and community for being bi! I love how gorgeous both sexes are and I love being able to appreciate both of them 💜

I am so glad that you've been able to fully embrace your bisexuality!

It can be incredibly difficult. Offline, there are a myriad of different experiences when it comes to not being able to accept bisexuality, and because there's so much biphobia out there, bisexuals simply don't talk about it the full way that we should, so some bisexuals might get a little (conditional) support, and then others are either silenced or just outright shamed, and that toxic kind of mix leaves bisexuals trying to come to terms with their full bisexuality even more confused and alienated.

The myth is that the only kinds of "coming to terms with bisexuality" is either the, "I'm mostly OSA, so I convinced myself I was straight" or the "I'm mostly SSA, so I convinced myself I was a lesbian/gay man" and that's it, but it's just not true.

I'm 50/50, I've had around equal experiences with women and men, my first sexual experiences were with other girls my age, but I still convinced myself that I was straight because in my case, same-sex attraction between women that isn't pornified is seen as childish and "not real," as opposed to society's "you can only lose your virginity if you have PIV sex with a man" male-centring when it comes to sex.

Centring US-centric and European-centric experiences also means forgetting cultures where any kind of female sexuality is taboo, where a woman showing sexual interest in a man at all means she's "bad" and that feeling is shameful, so coupled with the idea that same-sex attraction between women is "childish," then that same-sex attraction can be better accepted than attraction towards men.

It all depends on the individual and the context, and the context hurts all of us because we're struggling with our own individual bisexuality while the world has two boxes for us, where we don't fit in either, and it ends up being mentally damaging and creating feedback loops of self-hatred and hatred for other bisexuals when we shove ourselves into a box that doesn't fit.

There are a lot of posts and scoffs about bisexual women defending themselves in regards to their attraction to men and male partners, who are dismissed and treated badly, with others rolling their eyes and saying what amounts to, "log off! Touch grass!" and it's just not as simple as that.

I can't help but think of what other, younger, more naive versions of myself would think, what she would feel, and it leadens my stomach.

I imagine the younger me, who was convinced I was straight, stumbling across this space. The me who didn't believe in my same-sex attraction, who hated it to the point of denial, before I found any support about it.

If she came into this space and read and internalised even some of the so-called "bi positive" blogs, then she would end up hating herself even more. The only thing that she knew for sure was that she was attracted to men. If she accepted that she was bisexual in this space, then she would end up internalising the same hatred and disgust for her attraction to men as she did for her same-sex attraction. She could be open and explore her same-sex attraction online, but she would know that she wasn't accepted offline and couldn't be honest.

She would learn that every part of her bisexuality was something to hate for different reasons, and she would be more damaged than before she found this space. There would be women she would look up to telling her that the only part of herself that she knew was real was wrong and made her bad and even talking about it to compare it to her same-sex attraction to try and discover herself was derailing and shameful and hateful.

To actually be "bi positive" is to embrace all of our bisexuality, for both women and men. Offline, the usual from heterosexual oppression is to silence our same-sex attraction and try and force us to deny ourselves and be "straight." Online, where we're supposed to be safe, when we're supposed to be surrounded by critical thinkers who prioritise and care about all women, we're told that any part of our opposite-sex attraction needs to be silenced, and appease others who we listen to and look up to, we have to deny it and hide it.

It's very easy to say, "It's just offline! Log off!" as though we don't know that radicalisation happens online, that men who were mildly misogynistic haven't become terrorist incels, or have become violent and dangerous thanks to their exposure to porn and the like, but then there's pretending that being exposed to people that you think know better than you, who everyone else is listening to, somehow isn't something that can ravage self-worth and self-esteem? We know that ROGD happens through online interactions, but it's going too far to suggest that bisexuals will hate themselves more reading constant hate about us online?

It's bullshit. It harms us. Especially thanks to covid, where we've been separated and there's even less in-person support over the past few years, but even without that, there are hardly any spaces for bisexuals to be able to come together and actually support each other for their full bisexuality.

A denial of part of ourselves is still a denial of part of ourselves. Swapping an embrace of one for a denounce of the other doesn't help anyone but the type of monosexual that feels more "comfortable" with one or the other.

Fuck anyone who says otherwise, quite frankly.

#crocodilian answers #I love you and I'm proud of you! <3

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 3 years

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Invader Zim: Elite Guardians AU Pt. 2

The following is a non-profit fan-based story, Invader ZiM is owned by Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodeon please support the official release, I gain no profit nor do I own anything other than OCs and whatever spouts from my imagination!

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A another month passed Zim started looking less like wrinkled worm and more like an Irken, Red and Purple were running low on money, Repairing the cruiser was getting more difficult, whenever they fixed something, another thing would break or scavengers would sneak in and take whatever wasn't bolted down, that's when the Elites came to the conclusion that maybe they should look for work. So they started bounty hunting for the local constabulary.

What choice did they have? if they were ever gonna get off this rock and find Cradle 2-117. Bounty hunting was the way to go, The Cruiser was a lost beyond repair, but there were a lot of ships for sale in Meeko; the problem was finding who was willing to sell a ship to them, The citizens were still cold towards them, Again. Neither Red and Purple could understand why? They soon got answer in the most unconventional way, they'd come back from a job, Some nut job thought it was good splice a giant spider with a squid and than super sizing it!

Red was shooting the thing with his Plasma gun while Purple striking it with his photon axe, meanwhile Zim was happily skipping around the battlefield, narrowly missing being crushed or shot at, Red noticed the smeet hopping around. "Zim! get out of the way!" Red dodges a tentacle swinging for him. "You're gonna get hurt!" He barked the smeet just stared at him blankly before smiling "Rwed!" he cheered waving at him, Red facepalmed. "Hi!" he waved back before going back to fighting, Zim went back to his little skipping game dodging death at every corner, only stopping when he saw a large beetle crawling around on the sand, the smeet crouched down just as Purple was thrown off the Squider and sent crashing into the wall behind Zim.

The purple eyed elite sat up with a groan; rubbing his head looked at Zim and did a double take when he saw the smeet eating a beetle, Purple jumped to his feet rushed over to the smeet trying to pry his mouth open. "Naw, no, no. Spit it out, spit out! c'mon!" he lightly slapped Zim's back and the smeet spat up bug guts Purple grimaced. "Disgusting!" he huffed giving the smeet some ration wafers and went back to helping Red fight, Zim calmly sat out of the way to eat and watch his 'Brothers' fight the monster, by the end of the battle Red and Purple were covered in ink and teal colored guts, and their wallets were a good chunk heavier, when they woke up this morning...

Later when they got back to the cruiser both Red felt something was off, there was scent in the air he didn't recognize at first he thought it was the Squider guts, but as they got closer to their wreck... it became more apparent that someone or something was in there, Purple noticed it too he and Red exchanged a look; the red clad elite set Zim down and shush him, the smeet copied him and nodded, Purple dispatched his PAK legs and went in from above while Red followed and hid in the doorway of the engine room, his first thought was it was just another scavenger looking for scrap, but by now everyone nearby knew this ship was occupied and stayed clear of it, Red peeked into the engine room and saw a hooded figure fidgeting around with the power core.

Red's eyes narrowed as he tried to get a better look and saw this person reading off what looked like an engineering manual, he saw Purple getting into position, they could hear this person mumbling to themselves. "Okay... now shut down switch Y and detach port Q?...wait no, um..." the guards looked at each other and nodded, Purple jumped from the ceiling; landing in front of the intruder catching them completely off guard. "What the fu-" they saw the purple eyed Irken reach for a his stunned baton and panicked. "Shite!" they yelped and went to run only to get pistol whipped from behind by Red knocking them out.

Red and Purple were perplexed when they tied them up removed the intruders hood and made sure they didn't have weapons, they've never seen an alien like them before... they had this weird long stringy stuff on their head that was soft to the touch, but stood out out most of all was how tall they were... Both Irkens just barely came up to the intruder's chin. "Whoa! They're almost the same height as Tallest Miyuki!" Purple said stunned while Red shook his head. "No... Miyuki is definitely taller..." he insisted but then again they haven't seen Tallest Miyuki in months! So they couldn't exactly make a comparison.

While the two were prattled about Miyuki and the intruder's heights, neither noticed Zim wander in the smeet looked between the bickering Elites before noticing the stranger sitting against the wall. His pink eyes lit up as he curiously approached the unconscious alien, He saw the long fuzzy stuff on their head and immediately grabbed it and started tugging which roused the trespasser awake.

Red and Purple tenses at the unknown voice cut into their conversation they looked and saw Zim swinging off the alien's... mane? "Ow..ow! quit it! They try to jerked their head away from Zim's grasp. "Oww, Seriously kid stop it!" They growled Red snapped out of his stupor and quickly picked up Zim. "Don't talk to him like that!" He spat glaring at the intruder, who glared back their e/c eyes looked odd too, but Red was more focused on whether or not they were a threat or not.

"Who are you? What are you?" he huffed along with Purple butting in. "And why do you want our power core?" the alien winced a the purple one's shrill voice. " if I tell you will you untie me?" they asked hopeful, the Irkens were silent, and the intruder took their silence as a hard "maybe."

"My name is Y/n, I’m a human female, My ship crashed few clicks north from here, the power core was always little spotty, and it finally gave up the ghost. So I went out looking for a replacement, looked around Meeko and other crash sites, before finding a power signal that lead me to... I thought it was it was a derelict ship!"

"Does this ship derelict look to you?!"

"Well... yeah? I mean look around, your ship is in pieces! it'll obviously never fly again, I'm surprised your core was even intact!"

"How did you even get in? we have security measures!"

Y/n looked bemused before something clicked in her head, she cocked her head towards the front of the ship. "Oh! the giant hole in your hull, with the lasers and forcefield? yeah, I think your motion sensors and hard light generator is offline, I walked right through it" Purple looked like he was going to cry seeing as he was the one who rigged that forcefield up. " that and your front door was wi... was.." Your voice suddenly trailed off, Red and Purple watched your demeanor change as something caught your eye, it took a moment for Red to notice you were staring at the Irken symbol on their armor.

"Shite... You slaver scum!" both Irkens jumped back startled by your sudden outburst. "What are you planning to do with that kid?! huh? did you kidnap him too?" You growled Red and Purple looked at each other stunned. "What are you talking about?" Red asked you just glared him in disgust. "Don't play fucking coy with me! I’ve seen your damn ship going around ransacking outposts around the system and kidnapping people!" Red and Purple were at loss here, 2-117 was overtaken by Slavers? well, at least now they knew why almost everyone on Greedo was so hostile towards them!

There was a tense stare down between the trio, You watched as the two "slavers" got into a huddle, you heard the numbers "2-117..." being mumbled then Red one was saying something the Purple one disagreed with. "No, oh no no no! We're not taking in another stray!" the purple hissed vehemently. "She's the our ticket off this rock, we're doing it!" They turned to look at you.

"What?" you hissed as the Red clad alien silently handed the kid over to his Purple counterpart who glared at him, you tensed up as he walked up to you. "Calm down and just listen alright?" Red guy explained they’re not slavers, but Elite guards from Irk sent to investigate and retrieve a missing Nursery ship called Cradle 2-117 that had been skyjacked a few months ago, the only lead they have is Zim, who Red found malnourished and wandering around in a trash dump.... Now you.

You of course were bit skeptical about this whole situation, what with being tied up and all! but, then Purple told you to take a good look at Zim, the kid was same species as them: Irken. "How many other Irkens have you seen wandering the Tarn system?" You realized never, you have never seen an Irken in Tarn before, so maybe they were telling the truth? then Purple got you attention again "Where was the last place you saw that ship?" You paused thing back to were you saw the Irken ship, it wasn’t hard to forget considering how unique it looked.

"I think it was headed to Planet Nyree? that’s a two week journey from here." Both Irken elites looked each other hopeful, finally a real lead! "However I'd suggest getting a new ship, I don’t think this one will taking off anytime soon." They hear the ship groan as a panel falls out of the ceiling, landing a little too close to you then you'd like, Red looks at Purple whose shoulders slumped, knowing what was coming, You were confused as Red reach around behind you and untied you. "Okay! New plan, we need a ship and you need a power core, let’s make a deal..." and that's how you gained three new crew members aboard the Cardinal.

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Do you think you could do the Brothers reacting to a video surfacing of Male!MC in a disguised child fighting ring? And I’m not talking like “Oh no! look the kids are fighting down in the playground!” but like “Oh my god MC is brutally bashing this kids head into the ground in the middle of a classroom”

I totally get that this is a super dark request but..recently a video of my “Elementary teachers“ cheering me on to hurt my classmates and for them to do the same to me was sent to me and and I just... need the comfort, I guess. (It’s never as obvious as people think it is, and everyone underestimated what sick bastards will do when they want “entertainment”)

Again, totally get it if this is to dark, I could just really use the comfort, and I don’t have the time to get it anywhere else because I’m always working and quarantined so 🤷

That's really deep, this almost feels too personal to share as a prompt but I'll do what I can my best. I can't imagine the disgust and overwhelmed emotions you're experiencing right now

I was a fairly aggressive kid to my peers growing up and that shit eats at me but this kind of level? That's just heart breaking and the fact teacher did that is just sickening

I'm so sorry and hope this can give some comfort even if it's just a fraction. Thank you for coming to me with something so personal and I always feel touched you you guys come to my page for comfort asks and or prompts - it's a privilege to feel this trusted even if you are anons

Also I won't be using canon usernames because bad memory and uuuhhh I'm lazy

Warning: violence, children involved violence, swearing, angst, neglectful adults, hurt/comfort

L3vi:

Yoooo!!!! I just found this video of (Y/N) pop around a few servers

L3vi:

I'm a mod in most of them so I've been able to delete them after watching it and have been getting people to delete it but it's not working

A$$mo:

What do you mean? What video? 😮😳 Did nudes get leaked??!!

Scumbag:

HUH??! someone's sharing videos of (Y/N)??!! who are they?! I'll go right to 'em If they wanna be like that!

Lucifer:

A video? I'm guessing it's quite serious if you're trying to get people to delete it, what is it? we need to tell (Y/N) if a private video has been released to the public without consent

Cat boy (=｀ェ´=):

What are you doing just telling us

Cat boy (=｀ェ´=):

YOU DAMN SHUT IN IF SOMEONE IS PURPOSEFULLY HURTING (Y/N) WE NEED TO DO MORE THAN ASK THEM! STOP TAKING SO LONG TO EXPLAIN WHAT ELSE IS THE MATTER!!!!

l3vi:

FORGIVE ME!!!! I've been debating as this is pretty serious stuff

L3vi:

[sent an video]

5 of the brothers opened the video, Levi already watched it and Beel was offline, they all stared in shock. The Devildom can be am agressive and rough place when it can be but this?

They felt sick to their stomach. Seeing such innocent children being tainted and encouraged to be violent by the adults around them. To see such a little sweet looking you grab and beat on another child.

There was blood on the classroom carpet, screams and cheers. Threats ringing out the room by the teacher's whilst you screeched and threw down your small fists. Cries for their mother was the kid beneath you could muster.

The brother's heart broke at this.

Asmo sat there with hand over his mouth, tears lining the corners of his eyes. Mammon threw the phone down and just sat there, hearing everything that was happening. Lucifer could only watch so much of it before he turned off his screen; face to face with his tear eyes in the black screen. Satan felt apart of him shake, he was like this when he was younger but to hear the teachers cheers it just broke him. Belphegor was all for violence and people getting hurt but seeing you in that state at such a young age - he couldn't stand it.

This wasn't the you they knew. You never brought this up and the bigger question was; how did this get online?

Build a bitch:

Whoa just woke up to that

Build a bitch:

Who's been sharing this? How did people get this kind of film?? This had to be done in the human world

Build a bitch:

I'm getting Beel to check his phone

Lucifer:

This is just disgusting behaviour....poor (Y/N)..to be filmed like this, I cannot stand for this kind of thing, I trust you've already hacking their accounts of the sharers

L3vi:

I'm working on it! I only learned hacking back in 1990 and procrastinated on learning everything 😬

Scumbag:

I ain't believing this...! THEY JUST STOOD THERE AND FILMED WHILST JUST DOING THAT TO MY POOR HUMAN?!?! I SWEAR I'M GONNA GO FIND THOSE TEACHERS MYSELF!!!

BBQ foot lettuce:

I just got online, belphie told me there was an issue

BBQ foot lettuce:

Lucifer we need to stop this from spreading and tell Diavolo

build a bitch:

He's useless! I could do more than him in this minute!

A$$mo:

Poor (Y/N) 😭😭 I need to go hug my poor darling! That must of been awful! We can't let it spread and have (Y/N) find out

You did find out. You got it sent to you through direct message. This memory felt like such a blur, a nightmare they scratched the back of your mind that you could never tell if it was real or not. It was real.

You looked down at your hands; unstained and non damaged. They were trembling and you couldn't stop. You tried to stop the way your body trembled, your hand flying to your mouth as you let out a pain gag. Stars shimmering in your gaze as tears poured down your face, you couldn't focus on anything other than the pain in your throat. Your throat clamped and hugged itself as if it needed comfort from what you just watched. Your voice unable to escape.

You poured your agonized heart out into your pillow. You couldn't believe it. How did someone get this? How did they know it was you? Why did they send you this? Who else has seen this?!

So many questions filled your heard, you couldn't even focus on your own internal voice. Your vision growing more blurry as a fresh fountain of tears flooded out.

When you finally calmed down you reasurred yourself that no one else knew. You convinced yourself that nobody had to know or would even see it. You stumbled out of your bedroom with phone in hand, your cheeks blemished and stinging. Your throat finally released itself as you made your way to the kitchen.

Just act normal. Just act normal. Just act normal. Just act normal. Just act normal. Just act normal. Just act normal. Just act normal. Just act normal. Just act normal. Just act normal. Just act normal-

"(Y/N)?" come to the living room, we need to talk."

Your throat immediately closed back up. You thought you couldn't cry Anymore. You thought you were okay and able to push on but fresh tears came. You followed Lucifer to the living room only to be greeted by distraught expressions.

They knew.

Mammon was quick to stand up, charging towards you and hugged you as tightly as he could. You shriveled in his touch; internally demanding him to not do this but you just sobbed, hugging him back.

"It ain't ya fault and you were just a kid, you didn't need to go through that and your teachers were awful."

You cried harder and hugged him tighter. Asmo was the second to come over, hugging you tight.

"I'm so sorry, I know that can mean nothing but I truly am, you don't deserve this or anything bad that happened to you."

Beel and belphie came towards you third, joining in on the hug.

"You're not that kind of person and they're not real teachers, you're okay with us."

"You were just a child, you're not that experience and they shouldn't of sent that to you or anyone - we're fixing it, I promise."

Levi showed you his phone, hesitantly joining the hug.

"I've been hacking the accounts to see who's doing this to you, we'll make sure they can't do this, you're my Henry and i know he would never turn away from Someone in need."

Satan joined, rubbing your arm as he held you tight.

"We'll make them regret making you relive that memory and those teachers, they were no real ones if they treat you like that, we have you, you're safe and they were cruel."

Lucifer was the last to join, patting your head

"I promise we'll fix this, just let it all out."

And you did. Until you were barely awake, you laid on the sofa whilst Diavolo gently asked you do many questions. As soon as he could he came to see you, comfort you and see how you're feeling.

They didn't Leave your side until it was night-time, you were fast asleep and the brothers sighed. They will find out who did this and fulfil their promises. They'll stay with you but they also wanted to make those Teachers pay. They'll be here with you until you're able to feel peaceful within yourself and they fixed everything

"thank you..."

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writeyouin · 3 years

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Yay! Valentines days requests are open! If you do him could you do fluff of tfa Sentinel Prime falling in love with a trans male human please?

Sentinel Prime X Trans-Reader – Not Bad

A/N – I specifically made this a trans-reader as requested, but in the fic, gender never actually came up. So, male, female, those who know better, this is for all you trans folks. Also, I just can’t imagine Sentinel without thinking slow-burn.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

You stretched upon heading into the warehouse, already tired of all the happy couples you had encountered on your way to the Autobot base. You had hoped to escape the accursed Valentine’s day, that only reminded you of your loneliness, by hanging out with your metal friends, but they were nowhere to be found.

Sighing, you flopped down onto the sofa, awaiting their return. Grabbing your phone from your back pocket, you decided to scroll through the time on social media. In an attempt to be more comfortable, you kicked off your shoes, and that was how it came to pass that you learnt you weren’t alone at all.

“Primus, that’s disgusting. Your pedes come off to reveal more of your protoform. That’s barbaric.”

You grabbed the head of the sofa to pull yourself up, finding Sentinel Prime hovering uncomfortably in the corner, clearly trying to stay as far away from you as he could.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, having only met him once, before he left Earth with his crew.

“I should be asking you that!” Sentinel spat heatedly. “This is an Autobot base, and I am an Autobot. You shouldn’t be here, filthy organic.”

You smiled at the insult, laying back down.

“Hey! What are you smiling at? What do you know that I don’t? If it’s where Optimus is, you’d better tell me. His pathetic excuse for a crew has a lot of explaining to do.”

You snickered, enjoying your own private little joke that Sentinel wasn’t privy to, “I don’t know where the others are. I’m just chilling here till they get back.”

“You don’t know- No way, you’re lying, or covering for them or something.”

“You’re paranoid.”

“IF YOU DON’T KNOW, WHY WERE YOU SMILING? Ugh, you’re awful.” You chuckled again, incensing Sentinel further. “WHAT IS SO FUNNY?”

“Forget it,” You waved him away. “You don’t want to know.”

“Withholding information from a superior officer is a crime on my planet.”

“We’re not on your planet. But fine, if you really want to know, I just find it funny when you insult me.”

“Funny? What is funny about degradation?”

You thought about all the silly little school children that didn’t know how to confess their true feelings and instead ended up bullying their crushes. While Sentinel didn’t exactly fall into that category, indeed hating humans, you didn’t think he really knew why he hated your kind. If he bothered to think about it, he might find that it was his ignorance of your kind was causing him to feel insecure. Of course, you could be wrong, but you had a hunch that his hatred and mistrust stemmed from misunderstanding. Being trans, you had a lot of experience being insulted out of ignorance. You never rose to the insults, instead hoping that you could educate others that you were a person with feelings just like them; Sentinel was no different.

“Never mind, you wouldn’t get it. It’s a me thing.”

Sentinel scoffed. It was bad enough that he was stuck in this disgrace of a base, but with a human of all things. Still, at least you weren’t as annoying as the smaller human that hung around with the Autobots, Sari, was it? That one was feral.

“So…” You fumbled for a conversation starter that might help Sentinel warm up to you, even if it was just outright flattery. “Are you like the Autobot leader or something?”

You knew that he wasn’t the Autobot leader, but Sentinel’s smug grin made it worth it; you had clearly made a good impression.

“Not exactly, but on Earth, I am definitely the leader. Heck, even on Cybertron, I’m like the second in command.”

“That’s very impressive. You must be very talented to have gotten so far in the ranks, not to mention intelligent and hard-working,” You said, continuing to stroke Sentinel’s ego.

“Huh, you know, you’re not so bad… For a human.”

You didn’t comment on the back-handed compliment, instead choosing to graciously accept it.

“Maybe it won’t be terrible to wait with you,” Sentinel mused.

And so it was that the two of you spent the day together, waiting for the arrival of the other Autobots.

Sentinel stared up at the ceiling of his hab-suite, preferring to stay there rather than in the dilapidated warehouse that Optimus’ crew dared to inhabit. It was filled with those horrifying vermin, rats or something? They were completely harrowing.

Sentinel wondered whether you had also encountered the vermin, and if so, how you had managed to survive. You weren’t like the Autobots you spent time with; you were fragile.

Sentinel laid down on the berth, sighing. Why was he even thinking about you anyway? Maybe he just needed to recharge. He offlined his optics, trying hard to find a reprieve from his thoughts, but they refused to leave him behind. You admired Sentinel, you respected him. Naturally, he deserved constant praise, but he didn’t receive his sue rewards from the glitches on Earth.

He fidgeted uncomfortably on the berth. How come he couldn’t stop thinking about you?

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