#do spiders even have vaginas

[mysicklove]

mello invented lesbian tarantulas and as a lesbian, i am so down bad for it🫡

we r the lesbian spiders

[cruel-hiraeth]

꒰ FLESH OF MY FLESH; BLOOD OF MY BLOOD ꒱ KAMO CHOSO X READER — ft. itadori yuuji

warnings ⟢ dead dove: do not eat. minors do not interact—i will block you! incest. yandere elements. implied drugging. noncon. slight forced feminization (choso uses “sister” and she/her pronouns to refer to reader, but reader is nb). religious imagery. reader is yuuji’s twin, but no physical descriptors are used. reader has a vagina.

word count ⟢ 963

notes ⟢ this is part of @ficsforgaza’s kinktober event! my prompt was choso + incest. i have an au with big brother choso and twins yuuji and reader, so this was the perfect opportunity to explore their dynamic. a huge thank you to my dearest lexi—@drleggman—for requesting this (and for allowing me to go full degenerate) <3

“Yuu…”  “Yuu…ji…” “Yuuji…”

Your twin’s name ambles from your petal-soft lips, voice laden with slumber, muted snores drifting through the gaps. The bedroom you share is swathed in midnight’s gloom; moonbeams peek through the cheap apartment blinds, luminous stripes cutting across the men huddled above your nude figure.  

“Our baby sister seems to be having sweet dreams,” Choso states, mouth reluctantly detaching from your nipple, a silvery thread of spider silk connecting his lips to your tender flesh. “She’s naughty, though—calling out to you when I’m the one pleasuring her.”

Choso removes two thick digits from your weeping hole, examining the twitch of your jaw as he strums your clit with calloused fingertips. He experimentally increases the speed and pressure of his caresses, humming when you let out a whimper. As your breath grows heavier and your eyes flicker and dance beneath your lids, he pauses to smear your slick across your pubic hair, and scrapes his teeth up your neck to nip at your pulse point. 

Yuuji lies beside you, honeyed gaze soaking in the tranquil curves of your dreamy expression. He strokes the hair at your temple with the care of a collector admiring his choicest possession; he can’t help but drag his nose across your cheek, blotting a kiss at the hollow behind your earlobe.  

The reverence Yuuji treats you with starkly contrasts the way his muscular body presses against your softness, his bare cock dribbling pre onto the plush of your thigh. It’s something of a punishment that Choso doled out—not being able to indulge in you fully—upset with your twin for being secretive and possessive of you. But as far as Yuuji is concerned, to be anywhere in the halo of your presence is a heavenly gift. To merely witness your divinity, to press his lowly, sweaty skin flush to yours—it’s more than he deserves. 

“Don’t be too rough with them,” Yuuji fusses when Choso abruptly presses your knees to your chest, leveling his face with your spread cunt. “W-wait—I wanna taste, too.” 

After Yuuji shuffles over to join Choso, two sets of broad shoulders hunch over to marvel at your beauty. Yuuji fully expects to be chewed out again—perhaps even shoved off the bed or thrown out of the room; he swallows his pride and formulates a half-hearted apology, prepared to grovel for a chance to revel in you.

Instead, he grunts in surprise when he’s pulled into a kiss.

Chapped, chilly lips slip against his own, urging Yuuji’s mouth open, wet muscles intertwining. A shiver skitters across his limbs when he discovers the little silver ball that pierces Choso’s tongue—now bumping along the expanse of his palate, tracing the velvet of his gums. It’s a sloppy exchange of spit and teeth and tongue, too frenzied to be mistaken as purely passionate. Choso reaches over to swipe a thumb across Yuuji’s fat, leaking cock head. Yuuji keens into his brother’s mouth before ripping himself away, swollen lips parted, blooming rose from the tips of his ears down to his heaving chest.

“Let’s taste her together,” Choso rasps.

Not waiting for a reply, he pecks the fat of your hip before dipping down to lap at the arousal leaking from your hole; Yuuji watches heatedly, letting saliva pool on his tongue and drip onto your clit. He then cleans his mess with noisy sucks, occasionally tugging at your folds. Too preoccupied with coaxing your unconscious body to orgasm, the brothers don’t realize how you begin to stir, fingers and toes flexing and relaxing. They savor your eventual high, admiring your glistening release.

“I’ll have her first,” Choso announces thickly, Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows. He’s practically vibrating—pale skin dewy with desire—having fantasized about this exact scenario more times than he can count. “You should prop her up.”

Yuuji leans against the headboard and pulls you between his strong legs, your head resting on his chest. Choso angles your hips and pumps his throbbing length a few times before nudging your entrance. Your breathing shallows and you yawn; Yuuji’s heart catches in his throat.

“Fuck—how much did you give them? Clearly not enough,” he hisses, arms tightening around your waist. “I think they’re about to wake up.”

For the first time all evening, Choso smiles at Yuuji. It’s an unsettling sight: his knife-sharp inscisors gleam in the dusk, irises black as bruised plums. “Relax,” he soothes. “She’s going to enjoy this, too. It will become a treasured memory for us all.”

Before Yuuji can respond, your eyelids flutter open. “Ch-Choso…Yuuji…” you murmur, words slow and slurred as molasses, “what are you—”

The air is promptly punched from your lungs, a strangled yelp interrupting your train of thought as Choso enters you in a single thrust—cock so deep you swear you can taste it. One of Yuuji’s rough palms rests on your belly and meanly presses down with the movement; you throw your head back and warble a moan.

“Call me ‘onii-chan,’” Choso grits out, refusing to succumb to the squeeze of your cunt so soon.

“W-what?” you sniffle. Your brain is foggy from whatever concoction they gave you, incapable of piecing together your predicament.

He grasps your chin firmly, forcing your glazed stare to focus on him. “Onii-chan,” he repeats with a harsh snap of his hips.

You squirm, trying to turn to Yuuji for help, unaware of the tears carving hot rivulets down your cheeks. But Choso won’t let you go. His heavy frame eclipses yours, trapping you in place. “We’re family,” he huffs, fucking you steadily, umber strands falling to curtain his face.

“Everything we do, we do together. You have both been—nnghhh—selfish. It’s time to make it up to onii-chan.” 

[beesspacedotorg]

The Sky is Blue, the Grass is Green

Summary: You love your girlfriend more than anything else in the world. It's not hard, she's perfect for you. You'd give her everything she could ever want and more still.

Warning: SEX LESBIAN SEX WITH GIRLS AND LESBIANS. I will say that reader has a vagina as does lino. hits is because I wrote this while half asleep after not sleeping for 16 hours with a sore throat and forgot to write gender neutral reader. outside of the fact that the reader has one of those body type is not specified because :|. uh. spanking (sorry, I'm me) and mommy kink (me) and girls being in love with each other

notes: happy pride month. I've been listening to a lot of music by sapphics recently and it made me gay. Also I saw some loser say that Chappell Roan is the first queer person to publicly yearn for women and that is phenomenally untrue. Internet person who I've never met, this was written to spite you. Sorry for not making this more inclusive to women of all body types or to all lesbians regardless of gender. mayhaps I will write something for you soon. EXTRA NOTE: Moon Chaeyoung is not a kpop idol (to my knowledge) she is Cindy Moon aka Silk aka a Spider-Man. Chaeyoung is her Korean name. sorry for the slander, Cindy, I love you more than anything but I needed a name.

You’re going to make her your wife one day. You know this with the certainty that you know everything else. The sky is blue, the grass is green, you are going to marry Lee Minho. You’re staring at her, watching her make breakfast (that isn’t actually breakfast because you’re eating it at 2pm) in an old school shirt of yours and you can feel your love for her swell through your heart to be pumped through the rest of your body. You think that loving her is the most effective drug on the planet, that people wouldn’t need anything stronger than an ibuprofen because just spending a minute alone with her is enough to give you a high unlike any other. She turns around to plate the food and catches you staring, she always does, and it makes her ears blush crimson.

“Yah,” she says it softly, “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Why would I need a picture when I have the real thing right in front of me?” Her ears turn a new, deeper shade of red and she avoids your gaze.

“You’re a charmer, you know that?”

“I have the most beautiful woman in the world in front of me and you want me to be normal about it?” You roll your eyes playfully, and reach for your cup to take a sip of your juice.

“No, you don’t,” she says, suddenly.

“‘No, I don’t’ what?”

“You don’t have the most beautiful woman in the world in front of you,” she hands you your plate - with no eggs because you can’t stand them, and no pork because it makes you sick, and french toast the way your dad used to make on lazy Sunday mornings - made with love and care just like everything else she does.

“You don’t have the most beautiful woman in the world in front of you,” she repeats, sitting down next to you with her breakfast that’s completely different from yours, “I do.”

-

“Minnie Mouse?” You just came from work, calling through the house to see if she’s home, too. You can tell from the aggravated sigh that comes from the living room that she is, indeed, home.

“You could literally call me anything else,” she’s wrestling Dori on her lap, the tabby always staunchly opposed to having his nails clipped.

“Where’s the fun in that?” You sit down beside her and take the clippers, letting her soothe and calm Dori while you make yourself his least favorite for the night. You’ll live. He’ll come begging for attention when Minho’s too busy being great at everything to give it to him.

“The fun is not having your girlfriend break your toes in your sleep.” You laugh at her and bring her Doongie, holding him instead because he doesn’t care about the whole process even a little bit and you want to pet his soft head.

“Did you know there’s nothing they can do for broken toes?”

“Really? Doongie, please stop wiggling so much.”

“Yeah, they kind of just say ‘good luck’ and kick you out before charging you one million dollars for breathing hospital air.”

“American healthcare really is something. How’d you learn that by the way?”

“My friend had an experience once. Also, it was mentioned in a video game.” She laughs, kissing Doongie’s forehead, then yours.

“Did you learn anything else in that video game?”

“I have incredibly poor hand-eye coordination.”

“I could’ve told you that.”

“What- what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Will you get a towel to wrap Soongie in, please?”

“Hey, wait. Hey! You can’t just say weird things and walk away!”

(“Can you really tell that I have poor hand-eye coordination?” You ask her this while she’s splayed out under you, two of your fingers knuckle deep in her sweet cunt while a thumb circles her clit.

“What?” She’s out of breath and her chest is heaving in a way that makes her tits look even hotter than normal. You almost lose your train of thought.

“Earlier. You said you can tell that I have poor hand-eye coordination.”

“Jesus- you stopped fucking me to ask me that?” One of her hands that was cradling your wrist goes up to her eyes to rub at them. “You’re something else.”

“Well! I just remembered it! Maybe I’m not doing a good job-”

“Stupid girl,” she’s got you on your back now, seemingly not caring about the orgasm she was approaching before you got distracted. “When have I ever not told you when I didn’t like something?”

“Uh. Never?”

“Exactly, so why do you think I’d start now? With this?” She gestures between the two of you and you look, stupidly, like you will see something other than your naked, sweaty body and her equally naked, equally sweaty, incredibly sexy body.

“That’s… that’s a great question.”

“I was just teasing, jagi. That’s all.” She kisses the side of your mouth and you can feel the way her lashes flutter along your cheek in a perfect butterfly kiss. Everything about her makes you fall deeper in love the longer you know her, even her stupidly long and perfect eyelashes.

“So, about my hand-eye coordination.” She drops her head to your shoulder with another curse and your hand comes up to play with her hair.

“It’s still bad, believe me. I don’t notice it when we have sex, though. You’re perfectly good with your hands, jagi.”

“The best?” She smiles, kisses you on the mouth this time.

“The best.”)

-

She’s got you in between her legs in the tub, her strong thighs thrown over yours so you can’t move while she aims the jet of the shower head directly on your clit. It’s almost too much, it always is, an unyielding wall of pressure that sends shocks of pleasure through your body in a way that makes you squirmy beyond belief. The first time you did this to yourself, you ended up with bruises on your back, the first time you did this with her, you almost elbowed her in the face. As it stands, she’s got her arms wrapped around you as best she can as you whine underneath her.

“I can’t, I can’t. ‘S too much, please.”

“Jagi,” she coos it right into your ear, “you haven’t even came yet. You keep tapping out before it gets good. Don’t you wanna come, baby?” You nod and she tilts her head out of the way so you don’t nail her in the jaw.

“I want to, but it’s so much.” She coos as you again as your legs scramble uselessly for purchase underneath hers. The tile is too slippery for you to do so, and Minho’s thighs are no joke. She’s danced for years and her gym routine is nothing to scoff at. You could spend hours writing sonnets about her legs if you weren’t so distracted.

“You can though, can’t you, kitty cat?” Your hand pats frantically at her arm until she gets the message to hold it in one of her own. “You can be good for me, right? You’ll come the way I want you to?”

The sound you let out in response to that is more of a cry than anything else, she shushes you and kisses your cheek sweetly like she isn’t the one overloading your nerves with sensation, like the isn’t the one unleashing as much water pressure as possible on the most sensitive part of your body. She shifts her grip just slightly, adjusts the angle and that has you lurching forward so fast you almost knock her over.

“Silly girl, don’t run.” She pulls you right back to her chest, boobs pressed against your back as she fixes the spray directly at the angle that had you reeling. “I always forget how squirmy you get when we do this.” She giggles, like she’s watching a silly cartoon.

“Mommy,” you can’t think enough to say anything intelligent, high, pitchy moans coming out in place of words. You want to answer her, to tell her you weren’t trying to run, that you will be a good girl for her. She’s trained you better than this, but you can’t say much else beyond her title, beyond her name. You hope she knows what you’re trying to tell her anyway.

“Oh, jagi.” Her voice is soft and sweet, but the way she’s pinning you is not. Neither is the way she’s forcing you to take what she gives you. “Mommy’s here, kitty cat. Mommy’s got you.”

“Mommy. Mommy.” You’re repeating it, over and over, too dumb to say anything else as you feel the overwhelming input you’ve been receiving crest higher and higher. She hums after each mention of her name like she understands what you’re saying. Hums like you’re one of the cats meowing at her for attention. You suppose she’s not too far off.

You cum with a near silent scream, breath halting in your chest in a way that used to concern Minho when it first happened. She doesn’t keep the water pressure going for too long after that, dropping the showerhead to replace the stream with her fingers to help you ride it out. She only loosens her grip when you slump back against her, loose limbed and dazed, muscles still twitching from how tightly they were tensed. She kisses the side of your face and very politely keeps her hands above your waistline while you calm down.

“You feel better?” She’s holding the shower head again, and giggles when you close your legs, simply holding it to the side so it doesn’t spray water all over the floor.

“Mhm. Thank you, mommy.”

“I’m glad. Let’s finish showering, yeah? Mommy will clean you up.”

 (You’re leaning heavily against her as she guides you to sit on the bed, grabbing your respective lotions and hair care products and turning to take care of you first. You whine at her.

“Let me do yours!” She raises an eyebrow.

“Keep your eyes open for more than thirty seconds and maybe I will.” You lift your hands and manually pry your eyelids apart. She bats at them until you stop.

“Ew, it’s so gross when you do that. Freak.”

“I miss five minutes ago when you were telling me I’m the love of your life.”

“Five minutes ago you weren’t being a little shit head.”

“False. I’m always a shit head.” She hums and grabs your chin, wiggling your head a little until you look at her.

“No, sometimes, you’re my sweet little girl.”

“Oh.” There’s absolutely no hiding the way you react to her when she talks to you like that and your hands fly to her hips as she lets go and leans back out of your personal space to grab the stuff to start your post-shower routine.

“Let me eat you out.” It’s sudden, and comes out of you in a rush.

“What?” She nearly drops the bottle of leave-in, ears turning red.

“Please? Please. I’ll get on my knees right now.” She scoffs.

“You’re falling asleep as we speak”

“No, I’m wide awake right now. Please let me, please.” She hums.

“Let me finish what I’m doing and if you’re still speaking in full sentences and not going crazy with sleep induced hysteria, I’ll let you.”

“Yippee!”

“If you fall asleep you can have what you want in the morning.”

“You’re the best, ever.”

“I’m aware.”

By the time she’s done taking care of the both of you, you are definitely not well enough to be doing anything. That doesn’t stop you from trying though, and you fall asleep with your head pillowed on one of Minho’s thighs. She has to readjust you so you don’t suffocate in her cunt. What a way to go.)

-

Minho is having a bad day today. It isn’t often she has those, generally unflappable to most things, but she’d gotten into a fight with one of her work friends and came home in a huff.

“I just don’t understand why she won’t listen to me!” She’s slamming things open and closed around the kitchen while you sit on the counter. She works around you as she always does and doesn’t slam anything if it’s less than two feet away from you.

“I know, she’s a bitch. You should report her to HR or something.”

“I should!”

“I’ll help you draft the email. I’m very good at sounding bitchy in a nice way.”

“You are!” She’s aggressively chopping vegetables next to you and you rest a hand on her shoulder.

“Be careful of your fingers, lovie.”

“I’m always careful.”

“Of course you are,” you’re unusually agreeable because it will do nothing but harm to work your girlfriend up when she’s already upset. Besides, of the two of you, you’re more clumsy, so it’s not like you have any legs to stand on. 

“Do you want solutions to what’s going on, or do you want me to keep calling your coworkers mean names?” It’s nice to ask people what kind of support they want, you learned. Minho is a coin toss, sometimes she wants an immediate solution, sometimes she wants to complain. You always do your best to meet her where she is.

“The second one, please.” She’s sauteeing something in the wok, and it smells delicious. You peer over her shoulder.

“Pause. Is that pancit?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re the love of my life.”

“Yes, yes,” you touch your pointer finger to the tip of an iron-hot ear as she speaks, “please call Moon Chaeyoung a cunt again, it’s funny.”

And so you do, going into detail about all the ways Moon Chaeyoung is inferior at her job compared to your girlfriend until she asks you for genuine help.

(“Is there anything else you need?” She’s laying with her head in your lap as you make tiny braids in her hair. Her eyes are closing and she hums as she thinks about it. You’ve already given her all the advice that you can, her only course of action now is to do it.

“Well. I can think of some things.” She turns her head to the side and shoves her face into your crotch like an animal. You swat her shoulder lightly.

“You’re a horn dog. Insatiable.” She turns her eyes to you, squinting them so her cat-like gaze shifts from playful to predatory.

“Which one of us woke the other up this morning because they couldn’t stop shoving their hands in their pants?” She sits up, leaning over you.

“I was dreaming!” You’re giggling, slipping under her arm and moving away.

“You kept going after I woke you up!” She stands up, throwing her arms in the air indignantly. You cross your arms in response.

“I was horny!” 

“That’s exactly my point.” She has her head in her hands so the words come out muffled. She grumbles something and lunges after you. You squeal and head towards your room.

“Yah! Get back here you little shit!” She lets out a huff as you throw a cat toy at her.

“I thought I was the love of your life!”

“That was before you decided to run from me- don’t you dare close that damn door-” The bedroom door clicks shut and the sound of your giggles is uncontrollable. You hear her walk away before the lock jiggles and her head pops through.

“Guess who?” You laugh again, heading towards the bed to throw more things at her, it does nothing to stop her. It’s not long before she has you pinned underneath her.

“Hi,” you smile at her, leaning up for a kiss.

“All that and all you want to say to me is ‘hi’?”

“Yeah.” She rolls her eyes and flips you over as you yelp in surprise. You’re about to start questioning her when a sharp sting lights up your ass.

“Ah- Minho! Hey!”

“Stop squirming. I’m not done yet.” There’s another smack over your pants before she pulls them down and her palm is connecting with skin.

“This isn’t fair! I didn’t even do anything!” You’re protesting while laying limply across her lap. She laughs at you.

“‘This isn’t fair’ she whines. Why is your pussy so wet then, hmm?” She spreads your legs a bit and lands a smack there too, snickering when your legs close reflexively on her hand. “Be a good girl, jagi. Take what you’re given.”)

-

It’s sunny when you ask her. The air is hot and humid and she’s wearing this dress that’s making your brain melt out of your ears. You’re having a picnic, because you can, and she’s talking about this show that she’s watching with Jisung.

“And then- and you’ll never fucking believe this- he goes ‘I could never court her’ and she overhears. If that happened to me I would literally explode.” You hum, shoving a heart shaped sandwich in her mouth while you look at her side profile. She’s beautiful, sharp nose and a round face. You want to live the rest of your life with her.

You’ve talked about it before, on hazy mornings when the rest of the world is just waking. In the middle of the night when the only sound is the hoot of owls and the buzz of crickets. At lunch, at dinner, at breakfast. In the shower, over the phone, through text messaging when you’re at work. You both are listed on the cat's vet information, something she changed a year into dating that she was nervous about telling you.

  “I don’t want you to feel pressured,” she’d said, “or like they’re your responsibility. I can take you off if you want, but I thought that if I was out of town or if something happened, you should be able to take care of them.” She’d been nervous, ears red with shame instead of the cute way they flush when you flirt with her. 

“Thank you, jagi.” You don’t often call her that, preferring to torture her with bad puns using the syllables of her name, so her breath catches in her throat.

“You’re sure?”

“Of course.”

She knows every order that you get from fast food restaurants, she hounded your parents for their chicken noodle soup recipe when you got sick one time. She learned how to make your grandma’s spaghetti sauce and let’s you call her mommy in bed because it makes you feel safe.

She’s everything to you and then some, so when you tap her shoulder and hold out the ring you bought, it’s as natural as breathing. A fact of life, an inevitability. The sky is blue, the grass is green, you are going to marry Lee Minho.

“He keeps friendzoning her. It's absolutely despicable, like, are you blind or something-” She turns her gaze to you and her eyes go wide. “You’re joking.” Her eyes are welling with tears, something that you hardly ever see.

“I’m as serious as a heart attack, baby. Will you be my wife? I promise if you say yes I’ll start helping you make the bed in the morning instead of laying on it and making your job harder.” She hugs you, knocking you back onto the blanket you’re sitting on. The movement tips over your cup of lemonade and you damn near lose the ring.

“Of course I will. And you most certainly will not help. But that’s okay, I love you even if you create weird bumps in my sheets and mess up my hard work not five seconds after it’s done.” She kisses your face all over, resembling more like an overexcited puppy than the cats she favors, and you grab her hand to slip the ring on it.

“I love you, Minho. I really do.”

“I can’t believe I get to marry the most beautiful girl in the world,” she says, looking down at her hand.

“You don’t,” you start, kissing her cheekbone. “You don’t get to marry the most beautiful girl in the world. I do.”

(“You know,” she starts as you’re packing up, “I was going to propose to you soon.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Absolutely I am not.” She fishes around the pocket of her dress before pulling out a ring.

“This is so funny. Can I still have it?”

“Of course, it’s yours,” she slips it onto your finger, face heating up to match her ears, “everything I have is yours. Everything and then some.”)

[otherworldly-tresses]

Fae x Reader

The Will Of Your Master

Summary: You are sent to seduce a Fae of the Summer Court at the will of your master.

Tags: monsterfucking, some mild elements of dubcon, royalty

Notes:

-Words used include: whore, slut

-Reader has breasts and a vagina, PIV sex involved

-Faeries in this setting are more insectoid and are usually very tall (about 6 and a half feet for the nobility). They have varieties of insectoid body parts, varying per individual (some have claspers, others have extra limbs, spare eyes, etc.)

-Sorry if this is not very well-edited, it's been a while since I've written/edited anything and self-editing my own work is a bit of a sore spot for reasons

-This might be a multi-parter (MIGHT)

-I'll probably edit this when I'm more awake

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The sweet scent of fae food and ethereal perfumes float through the air. The sounds of soft music and crystal drinking glasses echo across all the attendants of the ball. Laughter, singing, and casual conversation punctuates the air as Fae of all shapes, courts, and sizes dance to the live music, played from crystal instruments with no visible musicians. Only very few humans are in this party, all of whom are pets and servants of the Fae, taken for whatever reason.

You were one of them, taken from the mortal world a year ago. Any other person would have been horrified, begging for a way home. But why wouldn’t you want to live here? Your old life was miserable, marred by things outside of your control. At least here, your master afforded you some level of freedom, though the rules of the fae often eluded you.

Your Master, a tall Lord of the Winter Court was busy chatting up three specters, fae creatures that skulked about in cloaks and ominous, icy winds. By the time the night was over, they would have three more powerful allies for their inscrutable needs. They didn’t have time for you right now. But that was all right. You had a job to do for tonight, given to you a night before. You knew exactly who to approach, and what to do to them.

You weave through the crowd, casually plucking up a glass of clear wine from a passing server. Your target, Lord Lumentia of the Summer Court is fairly visible through the colors, being tall even for the Fae. He is dressed in a dizzying display of red, orange, and brown, his exquisitely pattened clothing mirroring his large, mothlike wings. He was speaking to several envoys of the Summer Court, all dressed in bright yellow, listening with rapt attention. He had always been described as a person who knew how to keep a kind, faint smile, though that smile was very easily ripped off to betray baser instincts and truer emotions.

It wouldn’t do for you to interrupt a Fae Lord’s conversation. You had to get his attention some other way. You look left and right. A commotion would cause too much of a disturbance, and unfortunately, none of the Fae around you owed you favors.

A soft voice, like spider’s silk, makes its way to your ears from behind you. “Hello, darling human. May I have this dance?”

You turn around, slightly surprised that anyone was able to sneak up on you. A stark white Winter Court Fae with eight red eyes towers over you, even taller than Master Orellia, their thin, spindly fingers reaching out to caress your face. You manage to keep your composure, curtsying before them as their thin fingers barely graze your skin. None of the other Fae around you notice, too busy with their own affairs.

You gauge your options. Even if you refused, the Fae have their ways of roping you into their will, if you weren’t careful. On the other hand, you could use this dance to your advantage somehow, if this individual was in a good mood.

You put on a smile and take the fae’s hand. Their smile widens, and you are taken into a dance. You waltz with this creature, following their overlong steps as well as you can. They ease into the rhythm of the music, their motions eerily spiderlike and silent as they follow you with pure-black eyes.

They lift your arm and you pirouette. For a moment, you spot Lord Lumentia, watching you through six eyes, the three faceless Summer Court fae also following you with their faces. Several other fae were also watching you with curiosity, some people whispering behind their hands.

You return to your dance partner. They take your hands and pull you close, bending over so that the two of you face to face. Their red eyes eyes gaze into yours, a cold, biting pressure emanating from them.

You feel the noise from around you fade away. You only have a split second of realization that you let your guard down and got charmed, before your own thoughts are subsumed by a feeling of icy dread, creeping up your senses. You cannot even break your gaze to check if the ice is real. Your entire body is rooted to the spot. You feel the silk of spiders start to wrap you in their web.

A clear voice cuts through the fog, a sunbeam through a cloud. “That’s enough for now.”

You suddenly feel your thoughts return to you and inhale sharply, realizing that you hadn’t taken a breath. You feel a warm presence next to you, like the sun. Someone puts ahand on your back, and you realize that it is Lord Lumentia, standing at your side and looking at your dance partner. He has a faint smile on his face.

“It would not do well for you to charm someone else’s subjects, Ievis.”

“Chancellor Ievis,” the pale figure hissed.

“Apologies, Chancellor.” Lord Lumentia’s smile widened, but you sense steel behind it. “I should not have forgotten your station. But imagine the harm it would do to yours if you were caught overstepping your boundaries.”

The Summer Fae waved a hand. Most of the other fae were busy with the party, but quite a few were staring at Chancellor Indalor, some with suspicion, others with disappointment.

“Now, I do not want to get in the way of your enjoyment.” Lord Lumentia continued, nodding in a farce of politeness. “There is still much time left in the night, and I have to ensure that our little friend here--” You feel his hand at your back push into you, “is unharmed.”

Chancellor Ievis watches for a moment as Lord Lumentia leads you, hand on your back, through the crowd. Normally, Lord Lumentia would be important enough for people to be jumping out of his path, but he seems to be employing some kind of spell to minimize being noticed. He gives you a quick smile as you walk, but you can sense a calculating aura from behind his golden eyes.

He leads you through the crowd to the doors leading to the balcony. They were only slightly ajar, but large enough that both Lord Lumentia and you could walk to the outside without brushing the doors. The moment you step out, the doors shut silently. Lord Lumentia’s pace quickens, and you struggle to keep up lest his hand topples you over. He leads you to the right side of the door, to the stone brick walls, well out of earshot.

“Thank you, Lord Lumentia,” you say.

The hand behind you withdraws. You look up at Lord Lumentia, his smile already gone. He regards you suspiciously, gazing down at you from his height.

“Well, well. Orellia’s pet has come to play.” His once warm tone is gone, to be replaced with something steely, but still smooth and regal. “I know they sent you for something. Those of the Winter Court never seem to be able to hold a proper conversation with us without all the scheming.”

You remain composed, and curtsy, just as you had practiced hundreds of times. “Congratulations, sire. You are correct.”

Lord Lumentia’s six eyes narrow. He steps closer and bends down, regarding you closely. After a moment, he huffs. “If he had wanted me dead, he should have sent someone fitter. A killer. You’re no killer. You don’t have the movements of one.”

“Not at all,” you respond. “I am not here to kill you. I am here to deliver Lord Orellia’s most genial regards, and an invitation.”

Lord Lumentia’s eyes narrow further. He tilts his head slowly, an owl getting the measure of a mouse. “A Summer Lord? Invited to the home of a Winter Fae? In what world would that not be an assassination attempt?”

“Lord Orellia had 9 months to kill you. And he didn’t. I assure you, they have no reason to cause you harm.” You look back into his eyes. “All he wants, my lord, is a discussion.”

Lord Lumentia chuckled.

“And he sent you to seduce me into it.”

You don’t respond. Lord Lumentia smiles a wry smile.

“It sounds like Orellia has their ear to the rumor mill. And you definitely are dressed for the occasion.” His six eyes rake over you, your blue-white dress, the thin cords only barely keeping the fabric from flying into the wind. “And what makes you think you can convince me into running headfirst towards danger?”

He lays a hand against your face, caressing it experimentally. You grasp it gently, holding his hand to your cool cheek.

“I assure you, my lord, you will be cared for as a proper guest in his realm.” As you speak, you move his hand towards your lips, so that the corners barely brush against his fingers. You sense the slightest hint of tension in his hand.

“A proper guest? How unlikely. The rest of the Winter court would surely disapprove.” He steps closer to you. You hear his wings rustling behind him.

“Which is why this will never go out to the rest of the Winter court. You could be in and out, and they would never know.” You briefly brush your lips over his fingers, and lay his hand against your cheek again. Lord Lumentia exhales as you do so. He leans forward again, your faces only inches away from each other.

You maintain eye contact and gently press your lips to each of his fingers. He watches you, a hunger flickering to life behind his gaze. You kiss his middle finger, letting your tongue linger on his warm skin for a moment. You hear a small groan emanate from his throat.

You slowly pepper his hand in more kisses, slow and sweet. You feel his breath quicken as you do so. You let your hand brush against his back, and his wings rustle.

“Have you thought about it, my lord?” you ask quietly.

Suddenly, Lord Lumentia lunges forward and pins you to the wall, lifting you up so that your toes brush the ground. He kisses you deeply, his composure shattering like glass. You kiss him back, slowly, tasting sap and wine and dust on his lips.

He groans in approval and kisses you again, elegance making way for urgency. His fingers no longer dance across your skin, but grasp your skin through your clothes, feeling you, but savoring the treat for as long as it lasts.

Your lips part, and Lord Lumentia puts you down. He still pins you to the wall. His six eyes burn with hunger, and his breath has already grown heavy.

“Not bad for Orellia’s whore,” he murmurs.

“Thank you, my lord,” you respond.

Before you can respond, he turns you around and pushes you into the wall. He kisses your neck, pressing against your body. His long hands reach into your bust. Long, warm fingers caress your skin, teasing your breasts and pressing your nipples. You can tell that he is not casting any spell, but you can feel warmth welling up inside of you. You push your hips against his crotch, grinding against him. You can already feel him getting hard under his clothes.

“It’s a shame I can’t tear this dress off you. Orellia could definitely afford another one.” You feel one of his hands rest against your leg, past the slit of your dress. He caresses you firmly, pressing against your tense thighs. He coyly avoids the inside of your legs, choosing instead to rub your leg up and down. This, combined with the attention given to your nipples, is almost enough to make you lose control of your legs.

“My lord,” you manage to gasp, in just the way that would pique his interest the most.

“Hush, little one. They might hear.” His light fingers inch closer and closer to the inside of your thigh, but nowhere near where they were needed the most. You grind against his crotch again, and he inhales, suddenly grabbing your breast firmly. You yelp, but try to immediately muffle the sound.

Lord Lumentia definitely heard you. His fingers glide over to your sex, already wet under the sheer fabrics of your dress. His warm fingertip lands on your lips and you shudder, grinding again on his cock. He strokes your labia, relishing in the muffled sounds he coaxes out of your mouth. His touch is warm, firm, but betrays a barely-concealed hunger in the way he twitches and tenses every time you squirm and moan.

“No wonder he sent you. You can’t wait to have one of the Lords inside your cunt.” Lord Lumentia makes his way to your clit, and fingers it. His touch wrenches a small moan from you. He fingers it again, and you writhe, whimpering.

“Whore.”

He inserts a finger inside of you, pressing against your walls. You instinctively jerk your hips towards him, pushing his finger deeper, another desperate moan escaping your lips.

He continues fucking you with his finger, then two, then three. Your body seems to respond on its own, jerking and bucking. Your soft whimpers and moans grow slightly louder, and your legs begin to weaken, anticipating Lord Lumentia’s cock inside of you. He is already very hard through his clothes, and you feel his hunger through the breaths he lays against your ear.

And then you feel it. Your dress is pulled up over your hips, and you feel Lord Lumentia’s throbbing cock against your sex. He slides it up and down your slit, coating himself in your juices. You whimper, thoughts already scrambled with a basal need for release.

He presses the thick head against your opening, and your knees almost buckle from the sensation. His warm breath tickles your ear.

“Beg for it,” he mutters, rubbing his cock against you, just barely pushing it inside.

“My lord… please…” you manage to sputter, through a whimper.

“Please, what?” He stops moving.

“Please don’t stop-- I need you inside me--” Was he casting a spell over you, or were your thoughts falling apart as you stood?

“Keep going. I want to hear you beg,” he murmurs, his once silky voice now a low, animalistic growl.

“My lord, please, I need you, please fuck me-”

“You can do better than that.”

“Please my lord, I need you inside of me--”

“Try again.”

“My lord, please--”

Your voice is cut off by a moan as he pushes his thick cock inside of you.

He thrusts once, forcefully, almost sending you to your knees. You manage to keep standing, legs shivering from cold and the effort required to keep you upright.

You barely have a moment to keep your thoughts together before he starts thrusting. His moans blend into the night wind, dissolving into the breeze like dust. Your moans get inelegantly loud; if anyone were to walk into the balcony, they would definitely hear. But that was not unexpected; the fae loved to have a taste of mortal flesh, when they could have it. Your fingernails fruitlessly scramble against the stone brick as he continues thrusting into you.

And you were here to weaponize that desire.

“Good little Winter slut,” he grunts. “Doing exactly as your master tells you. Do you like your reward?”

“My reward- comes from my master alone,” you manage to say.

“Oh, unsatisfied with this? Do you think they could do better?” he pants. “I’m sure you enjoy their frigid cock in you, fucking you until you can see no more.”

Before you can respond, he grabs your hips and thrusts faster, slapping your flesh, overloading your senses. You see stars as he fucks you, and you can no longer control your voice as he goes faster, moaning and grunting.

The tension in your body grows tighter and tighter, almost too much to bear, and you can feel Lord Lumentia losing control as well, his voice growing strained and his wings twitching. You take a moment to look at him, and he looks almost transformed with lust, nearing his climax. He sees you peeking, and his eyes flutter.

“You want to watch me? Watch me as I cum? Don’t take your eyes off me. Don’t you dare. Don’t you-”

And your body clenches, your walls squeezing around Lord Lumentia’s cock. The tension overflows, and you release, a ragged moan falling from your throat as your mind falls apart, and your hips tremble in ecstasy. You feel the Summer Lord twitch and jerk inside you, warm fluid flooding inside of your cunt. You can barely hear his voice as he moans, your own orgasm filling up your senses.

The climax fades, and Lord Lumentia pulls out of you, soaking wet. He turns you around and kisses you, pressing against your shuddering body.

“Well, well,” he whispers against your ear, still pinning you to the wall. His breath is heavy from exertion. “You really are quite the specimen your master managed to capture.”

“Thank you, my lord,” you exhale, brushing your leg against his. Lord Lumentia chuckles.

“You would love another round, wouldn’t you?” Lord Lumentia says, brushing a finger against your lips. “Oh, but look at you, poor thing. You’re exhausted, aren’t you?”

“I’m willing to be with you as many times as you would like, my lord. Or… as many times as it would take for you to answer my master’s call.”

Lord Lumentia laughs, a soft, warm sound that warms you from the inside out. “Tell your master,” he murmurs, putting a hand on your waist, “that I will consider his offer.”

He leans forward and kisses you again, a hungry sound escaping his throat. You can feel his desire rooting itself in your mind, an unconscious act of magic nearly driving all reason from your mind. You kiss him back, your hips beckoning against him for more.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

in that post abt Charlie being the only one who really respects Vaggies name (love btw I hadn't put that together) who was the one that accidentally deadnamed her I can remember someone else saying it like vagina but I've only seen the series once I havent rewatched

Angel Dust in ep 1, while Vaggie is trying and failing to record Niffty.

AKA, local gay spider gets lost in the teasing nickname sauce and unknowingly survives deadnaming the grumpy murder angel lesbian while she's trying to make a neat home video for her gf

Angel Dust: "Ya tellin' me I came up with the same name thing as that dick did??"

Vaggie: "Ye-p."

Angel Dust: "THE dick? THAT 'the' DICK!?"

Vaggie: "Yes."

Angel Dust: "The one who started off the whole murder spree thing an' left ya bleedin' in an alleyway?"

Vaggie: "Dick obsessed minds think alike I guess."

Angel Dust: "UGH! Don't even compare me to the shithead! He liked dicks 'cause he loved only himself- I love dicks 'cause they're GREAT! Includin' the home grown ones!"

Vaggie: "If it helps, he'd probably have been pissed a sinner like you shared anything with him."

Angel Dust: "IT DON'T HELP BUt THANKS."

Vaggie: "No problem."

Angel Dust: "Toots.... I swear on my own rhinestone studded grave, I'll never call ya that again."

Vaggie: "How about you stop with the toots."

Angel Dust: "Do ya want me to die?"

Vaggie: "What about Vaggisaurus."

Angel Dust: "That's the coolest damn nickname I've EVER thought up an' ya can silence it over my dead body."

Vaggie: "...can I have that in writing-"

Angel Dust: "NOT LITERALLY!"

Vaggie: "Fiiine." (sighs) (drops spear) "Was worth a shot."

[lightfeltmemories]

yandere! perv! shalnark smut in which shalnark is obsessed on watching reader (his normal civilian friend) through hidden cameras he placed on their house? 🤭🤭

i'm the same age as you btw!

HIDDEN

shalnark x female!reader | nsfw

tags: reader is afab, has breasts and vagina, discharge is mentioned a couple times? would that bother anyone? aw well, also, readers shower routine is based off of mine. ;P reader gets horny and masturbates because why not.

tw's: stalking, yandere stuff, mentions of non-con, pretty vague depiction of murder, the summary in of itself is already a trigger warning.

notes: this may be the last hxh request i'll take so far, sorry if this is half assed and pretty short i was kind of running out of ideas for how this would end xc.

w; 1.3k

minors, ageless or blank blogs do not interact

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isn't she beautiful?

the computer showing the figure of a young woman stripping off her work clothes in her bedroom, in an almost teasing way, or that's what he perceived it as.

once she was completely nude, her breast hanging without the support of that uncomfortable bra, her sweaty, used underwear most likely caked in discharge, she shape of her ass, ordinary on most but beautiful on her.

shalnark eagerly watched as she walks into the bathroom attatched to her room, closing the door behind her, his cock pressed against his pants. pretty much begging to be let free of it's confinement, but he wanted to tease himself a little more, waiting until she actually gets in the shower to jerk off.

she pulls the shower curtains away and turns the nobs to where the warm was lukewarm, leaning on a hotter temperature, some useless information he retained.

he knew she was stressed from work today, first having to deal with entitled, annoying customers, and once she leaves work, a scruffy old man follows her to her car in an attempt to get her number, she shoos him away like the pest he was.

little did she know, she thankfully would never see him again.

she steps in the shower, the water hits her body, making her jump, it must not be the right temperature.

the small camera she has yet to see shows her perfectly close, just sitting above in the upper right corner behind the showerhead, he could see her soaked tits, and the water swimming towards her pussy.

bending over to turn the knobs again, the image of him thrusting behind her appears in his head, he wonders how loud she'll moan as his cock plunges deep inside, hitting that one spot that's sure to make her crazy.

this action isn't new for him, he's watched her shower sessions for a while, and it never gets old, thankfully, chrollo hadn't called the spiders to get together in a number of months, so he had a lot of free time to spend, especially watching his dearest friend shower.

once she got it to the right temperature, she picks out her lavender scented organic castile soap, by this point, shalnark's cock is already out on full display, watching in anticipation as she pours some of the soap onto the small towel to wash off her body, she drags the towel in every crevice, her breasts jiggle and flop as she passes by them, cleaning them.

tiny leaks of pre-cum dripple down to his fingers, slowly pumping his fist as he watches her clean her body, the water washing away the soap.

she spreads her legs to let the water run through her pussy, getting a good view of it, her lips slightly spread open, using her fingers to open them even further, his cock twitches at the sight, he was blessed to have a friend with such a beautiful pussy.

even more precum spills out as he unintentionally jerks faster than anticipated, she was cleaning her pussy with the water, honestly, he's so desperate for her, she didn't even have to wash it, the musty smell of discharge and sweat wouldn't even bother him, he's a grown man who's had his fair share of pussy to eat.

she pulls out another soap, a scented body wash, what reads on the bottle says that is was more of a fruity, floral scent, her signature scent, with the perfume that matches almost exactly.

imagining himself smelling her after she dries herself off, on top of her freshly cleansed body, making love marks and bites, she moans his name and tells him to continue.

she once again washes her body, she soap's lather covering parts of her body, he's close to cumming fixating on the way her breasts move, every now and again she'll swipe underneath and let them fall comfortably back down, he might just cum right on the spot if she goes back to opening her legs.

shalnark removes his hand from his cock so that he won't cum too soon, there's still more he wants to see, and if he's lucky like last time, he gets to watch her play with herself.

his cock twitching at the thought, the way she fucked herself with that dildo, the way she rubbed her clit, the way she moaned.. god, he wished he could go back to the very moment he came from that.

but it's only been a few weeks almost a month since that happened, and she hasn't done it ever since.

however, this will do, her shower routine is boring and familiar yes, but it's her, the woman he wants oh so badly, the woman he's obsessed with, beyond obsessed.

the shower routine came to a close as she turns the knobs, the water stops, she hops out the shower to pick up the towel to wrap around her body, concealing it, he quickly switches cameras, to her room, where she walks into, the towel that was wrapped around her was taken off, she begins to wipe away any water, drying herself away, his cock painfully hard as he watches her dry herself, teasing his moist head, she drops the towel and walks over to her dresser; the same dresser her dildo was placed in.

was it about to happen again?

but to his disappointment, she pulled out a pair of underwear, closing the drawer.

she opens another drawer to pull out an oversized t-shirt, closing that drawer and throwing the clothes over onto the bed, where she goes to sit on afterwards.

he waits for what she's going to do next, the camera sits in the far left corner of her room, getting once again another perfect view of her bedroom.

she goes to lay on the bed, spreading her legs, getting another view of her pussy, she was wet, and not because of the water.

was she going to masturbate again?

her fingers travel down to her moistened pussy, spreading her lips with her index and ring finger, she uses her middle finger to dip into her hole to gather some of her slick, and make soft, teasing circles around her clit.

"fuck.." he curses under his breath as he rubs his cock at the same pace she was, he could see her pussy pulsing and twitching with each touch, more juices spilling out, she didn't moan this time, but still.

she reaches over to the small dresser beside her bed to open it, pulling out that same toy, turns out she placed the dildo in a different spot.

she wasted no time shoving the dildo into her wet hole, letting out a soft moan as it's all the way in, she continues to rub her clit with her middle finger, the pace gradually growing faster.

he was jerking so fast, fuck, he could cum in any minute now, this was too much for him, he so badly wished that dildo was replaced with his cock instead, a mere toy can only do so much.

"oh.. oh fuck im so.. close.." she moans softly as tears started to form in her eyes from the amount of pleasure she was experiencing, shalnark couldn't contain it, his cum splattering all over his stomach, breathing heavily as he draws out more.

she throws her head back, quickly removing the dildo as she squirts all over her bedsheets, laying there, breathing heavily, the both of them were.

he stares at the screen with half lidded eyes, watching her frame, he decided that it would be time to turn off his computer, staring at his now soft cock and the cum that lays on his stomach.

"what has she done to me?" he whispers to himself, does he feel .. shameful? has post nut clarity finally caught up with him?

no, he was just tired, he'll finally see her tomorrow anyways, getting up from his chair to clean himself off in his bathroom, wiping off the cum with a damp towel.

thinking about his plan, to kidnap her, and to finally have her all to himself, but on the bright side, she'll never have to worry about old sleezy men hitting on her again, now, would she?

[sinner-sunflower]

P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 19/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22, PART 23, PART 24, PART 25, PART 26

Another reminder that not all chapters are happening in continuous days. Sometimes a week or a month go by but I'm not gonna say that every chapter lajsdlajl

We are channeling our inner Lucifer who has no concept of time and feeling like the days are blending in with one another.

A short but SIGNIFICANT chapter

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Lucifer had never opened a portal so fast in his life. Hearing those outrageous words from Nifty made him sprung into action, not even caring that he's leaving Adam behind. He's pretty sure the guy will be fine even if he is bound within palace walls.

Maybe he should've asked Nifty to elaborate more because what the fuck does 'the sky is falling' mean?? But his daughter could be in danger so he'll figure it out there.

It was Charlie who calls for him as soon as he arrives.

Charlie: Dad!

Lucifer: Char-char! What's going on? I'm so sorry. Adam and I were busy and I put a ward on the palace and my phone was silent and why is Nifty saying the sky is falling?? Charlie-

Charlie: Dad! Just- come with me outside!

She all but drags him by the arm out the hotel doors to a sight he never thought he'd witness outside of Earth.

Lucifer: Wha- What in the unholy hell?

He feels breathless. It's horrifying but also.... so captivating.

From the heavens above, a cascade of meteors descended, their fiery tails of gold painting the skies of Hell. Each impact further damaged and eventually destroying the Pentagram barrier.

Screams ensue the moment the first meteor hits one part of Pride. Following that are continuous deafening crashes, the meteors struck with indiscriminate force, wreaking havoc on his denizens. Glass shattered, concrete crumbled, and chaos ensued as residents fled for safety, their once familiar surroundings now transformed into a scene of destruction.

One meteor veered off course, hurtling straight towards the hotel. Lucifer vaguely hears Charlie shouting for them to take cover and catches sight of Alastor putting up a shield for them.

He hears his daughter shout for him but he stays rooted in place as the object landed just a stone's throw away from where he stands.

When the dust clears, he feels himself freeze as amidst the rubble lay a figure, not of space rock, but an angel, a dead low ranking angel.

Now grounded in Hell and no longer have its majesty. It is mangled, burned, and broken.

Fallen.

Lucifer cannot speak as he keeps staring at the crumpled figure in front of him. Its once luminous wings now tattered and singed. He knows he should do something but what? His people are terrified and his city is getting the brunt of the mass Fall.

The King of Hell doesn't move when Charlie and the other sinners run to his side. He senses them freezing and someone vomiting (probably Vaggie-he can understand) because of the body. The angel bodywhatthe fuck-

Charlie: Vaggie! Dad!... why-what- is that an angel?!

Angel: Move, Vagina, I think I'm gonna be sick too.

Cherri: Way ahead of ya, Angie.

Husk is rubbing circles on Angel's back as the spider pukes out the his lunch. He wants to comfort Angel fully but he's all too distracted by the dead angel on the ground.

Alastor moves closer to poke the body, bringing his blood soaked finger to his mouth to taste.

Alastor: How peculiar....

Lucifer had barely begun to grasp the gravity of the situation when he felt something wet hit his face. He slowly reached up to the spot, fingers coming away coated in a golden substance. Confusion were written in their faces as they look back up as the liquid began to pour from the sky like rain.

His ears begun to feel like he's underwater- screams and choking sounds echoed throughout his city as the thick gold coats every single corner of Pride.

'No.'

He whispered, the realization hitting him like a delayed blow. As the metallic scent finally reached his nose, he collapsed to all fours, unable to stop his own gagging. He knew what this was, but he refuse to believe it.

'This can't be real.'

He could sense Vaggie in a similar state nearby, both of them struggling to breathe and think because this is angel blood.

Lucifer falls face first on the wet ground that's shimmering gold to the endless distance. He passes out from the smell before he knows it.

Heaven is falling.

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I feel like this is not what yall expected to happen as the beginning of the final arc.

A Supernatural reference? In 2024?

The blood rain is also inspired by that one quadrant in the 2nd Hunger Games movie. Because I, too, would gag and probably choke on my own vomit if I was suddenly rained on by human blood, or any blood for that matter.

We're finally getting there.

Let me know what you guys think so far!

[xbl00dy-r0s3x]

Hi lovely, hope you're doing alright!! May I request Hobie x reader who's having a rough time mentally ( I call em bad brain days) and they're having a rough time with school (college finals), crazy bs at the day job (customer service fucking blows lmao), and in their dimension they have a shitty guardian ALONG with dealing with being a spidey. After patrol Hobie swings into his place and finds them having a really bad panic attack (and he's freaking out cuz he's never seen them like this before). They're trembling like crazy, hyperventilating, really warm and crying and it just sets his Spidey sense OFF. He talks them down and comforts them from a distance then when they ok it, he comes closer to provide physical comfort...letting them touch his accessories (he hands them one of his bracelets for sensory purposes to help bring them down), play with his rings, etc. He just cuddles them to his chest, providing words of comfort.

Sorry if this is too specific, I may have gotten a lil carried away lmfao.

Anyway stay freaky, have good vagina, I love ya!!

(honey anon)

A lil mental health awareness story, I like it(I hope I do good man, it’s been a minute since I’ve written) Let’s see how this goesssss(I might’ve went off script a lil, apology in advance if I did)

Bad Brain Day

“These finals are gonna be the death…” you sighed while studying for your math final. You barely got through AP Literature review packet(that was on stuff the teacher regrettably didn’t cover😒😒) and you hoped to god(or whatever you believe in) that you passed your 3 other finals. The past two weeks working at the little cafe a block from your college wasn’t any better.

Some customers were nice enough to realize you were sleep deprived and not ready to deal with bullshit, but apart from them, the rest were hell. It went from getting yelled at constantly, to being tripped by a group of high school girls and spilling hot coffee all over their uniform, to even someone random dude being racist and spitting in your face before throwing his money and his coffee at you.

It didn’t help that most of your friends were all busy, two or three actually checked on you from time to time to make sure you were doing okay mentally(you tend to have bad things happen around finals week) and the one person you tried to talk to about the “debts” that you owed them for raising you was unreachable. You tried texting, calling, hell you even tried zoom calls and e-mails, but to no avail, you wouldn’t be surprised if the motherfucker withdrew a couple hundred dollars(that you didn’t have) as his payment this month(like he usually did).

And the countless times of having to disappear from class and work to go deal with some bad guys in not only your dimension, but Miles and Pavitr’s dimensions as well hadn’t helped the stress that was starting to build up, even Miguel started to worry when you’d show up more sleep deprived then the last time you were there. Eventually he told you to take a break from the spider society so you didn’t get hurt and you were thankful, but it wasn’t like the bad guys in your dimension would ever let you catch a break.

Which leads to today as you were studying for your last final, you started to feel your chest close up and your eyes started to water. “No, not again,” you groaned internally as you went into another panic attack that started with you in your little spinning gamer chair to being on the floor in the corner of your room. You were violently shaking, trying breathing exercises to calm yourself down, but to no avail. As you were starting to calm down from the attack, your anxiety spiked as you heard a knock at your window.

‘F-fuck. Who is it? I-I can’t deal with this and another person right now,’ you thought as the person knocked again. “Y/n? Y’kno is rude to leave company waitin’,” said Hobie as he opened your window and saw you in the corner. ‘Oh shit,’ he thought when he saw your state. Your hair was messy, you were crying, but it didn’t hide the eye bags that you had from the lack of proper sleep, and your clothes made you look more bummy then you thought it did.

“Hey love, you doin’ okay?” he said in a softer tone than before as he sat on the windowsill. You slightly shook your head no. “Y’kno… I’m not the best with words so is it ok if I play my guitar a little?”

You thought he might play some of his punk music he’s been practicing, so you were a little off put by the request, but you slowly nodded yes, wiping tears that wouldn’t let up as you hoped you didn’t make the wrong decision. To your surprise, he strummed his guitar strings softly and it was one of the songs he’s heard you have playing when your really stressed out that helps prevent these attacks from happening as often.

As time went on, you felt more and more relaxed, eventually letting him come sit next to you and gave you one of his bracelets to mess with. After a bit, you ended up between his legs and had started messing with both of his hands, admiring how the rings complimented his skin and his surprisingly nice nails that he’d let you paint from time to time. While you were in your own world of mind fog from the panic attack, his voice brought you comfort as he mumbled some words of comfort that sounded a little jumbled by his accent, but you loved it nonetheless.

You laid back against him while opting to mess with just one of his hands, his other wrapping around your waist and pulling you in closer to him, letting you know you were loved. Soon enough, you both fell asleep, with him leaning his back against the wall and you leaning in to him. Little did he know, he was gonna have a crock in his back for a while, but he’ll think it’s worth it after what he accomplished the night before.

I WAS NOT EXPECTING IT TO END THIS SWEETLY BUT YKNOW WHAT, I LOVE IT AND HOPE YOU DO TO, Much love and light, have a great rest of your day, my lovelies (I did try to capture hobie’s accent/slang and his pronunciation of words, I hope I did well)

[freaky-nirvana-fan]

Yippieee-- anyways Hallo my name is (Danny/Dani!!) I am gender fluid 😍not gender reveal...

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I am Mexican 😍 I have curly hair which I hate I say womp womp/merry Christmas in the most random times

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The fact I have Tumblr is by my pookie who used to be my gf @omorayy we know each other irl 😝😝🤭🤭 she's taller than me 😞 these pictures define both us together

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All the nirvana songs ik right here

Smells like teen spirit, come as you are, lithium, heart shaped box, all apologies, blew, about a girl, territorial pissing, something in the way,Polly, endless nameles, dumb, in bloom, aneurysm, you know your right, moist vagina,beans,the other improv, Bambi Slaughter, black and blue whites, Mr moustache, Floyd the barber, hers she comes now, do re mi, return of the rat, cut me some slack, dont want it all, immigrant song, escalator to hell, breed, rape me sappy, serve the servants, pennyroyal tea, very ape, negative creep, scentless apprentice, heart shaped box, Frances Farmer will have her revenge on seattle, Gallons of rubbing alcohol flow through the strip, Marigold, I hate myself and want to die, radio friendly unit shifter, Milk it,Jam, school, paper cuts, love buzz, downer, scoff, swap meet, sifting, big cheese, drain you, stay away,lounge act, stain, sliver, been a son, turn around, Molly's lips, son of a gun, beeswax, Mexican seafood, hairspray queen, aero Zeppelin, big long now,curmudgeon,old age, oh the guilt, blandest ain't it a shame, heart breaker, Mrs Butterworth, clean up before she comes, opinion, spank thru, Anorexorcist, help me I'm hungry, if you must, pen cap chew, white lace and strange, raunchola, dont want it all, grey goose, they hung him on a cross, token eastern song, even in his youth, the money will roll right in, D-7, pay to play, verse chorus verse,

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Im afraid of dead spiders but not live spiders I have no Idea whats wrong with me

I am in orchestra I play cello (honestly double bass kinda looks cooler)

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I am not suicidal I'm just dumb and accidentally make it seem like that 🥺💧🥲

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I luv Melanie Martinez 😍😍 (not more than Kurt Cobain tho) LOOK AT HERE (she's getting cancelled:( //

Also I like Conan gray!!

I've heard every nirvana song and started listening to at 6

My hobbies are:

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Listening to music

Drawing

Outdoors

Singing

Playing guitar, piano, cello

Writing

Learning new things

Being with my friends/then locking myself bc I'm most likely tired (not locking a door)

Play games

Go for long car rides

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Fav songs! ↓↓↓

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★Fav Animal★

SHARKIEE

Dik-Dik (majestic you should really look it up)

Fennec Fox

Flying Dwarf Japanese Squirrel

Sand Cat

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Sharks

Friend

Girlfriend

Boyfriend

Best friend

Shark

SHARK HAS NO END!!!!!!!! YAYAYAYAYAYYAAYAYAYYAAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA

And another fun fact

Sharks can hear music! They have inner ear canals and can hear sounds waves which means they listen to music better than us

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Anyways

[fckyeahvikings]

I've been waiting for a little of the hype to die down a smidge but this was one thing that just happened to inch across my YouTube feed and I was immediately smitten by the redheaded warrioress that graced it. The said redhead, Sigrid, aside, let's have some fun under this cut for spoilers and mature themes.

It's quite simple: you'll either love it or absolutely hate it.

Twilight of the Gods was something that I had next to no prior knowledge of except that "300" was the first R rated movie I was able to legally see (I'm that old.)

Now, that being said, this animation - I won't insult it by calling it a cartoon - is definitely a mature-themed bunch of rag-tag half taken from Norse mythology figures with a female lead, Sigrid, that was actually, refreshingly, allowed to be herself, which happened to be a wildly emotive woman with a sex drive to boot. The story itself takes several creative licenses with Norse mythology, injects some run of the mill misogyny (i.e. frequent use of the word "cunt" vs anatomically correct vagina/vulva) and sets up for a season two.

If you can get past the fact that it's essentially a watered down Ragnarok that, again, you'll love or hate.

Each character is fleshed out in a halfway believable way although seemingly like they walked straight from the Prose or Poetic Eddas: a bit like cardboard cutouts of Viking ideals that have survived over the centuries and a little stiff for it.

I'm really trying not to sound like boo, this is garbage. Because it's really not. It... just isn't to everyone's taste, likely.

Here's what I did enjoy:

Sigrid. As a whole. Even though some aspects of all the characters do seem stiff, Sigrid being allowed to be an openly angry, grieving daughter (you'll find out why in the first episode) is something that isn't normally seen in mainstream media. Female rage incarnate.

Leif. Sigrid's betrothed. As far as animation goes, he's not hard to look at. He struck me as the older son that isn't trying to follow in his father's footsteps and regrets some things along the line (re: in a lot of ways, he reminded me of Vili Hemmingson from Assassin's Creed Valhalla almost immediately. Which, if you know me, you know I adore Vili in AC Valhalla. Leif was difficult not to see the resemblance in, especially when Leif seemed to be lacking in certain areas and greatly fleshed out in others. The same way that Vili seems to have half a character in his part of AC Valhalla and the other portion was chopped off.) His character is very honor driven though with some darker choices sprinkled in there for moral spice.

Loki. Finally allowed to be their Jotnar self, they have the depth you would expect for a depiction of Loki, down to the association of spiders with them. Loki's shapeshifting is flaunted, even down to the story behind Sleipnir, though with a fair dose of period-specific homophobia in that. (It's not so much that Loki was the mare, it was that Loki was the bottom.) Some people online have taken great exception to this, understandably, but this is unfortunately period specific and accurate to the Viking beliefs. The dynamics of Loki with their family, as a doting father figure willing to do pretty much anything to spare their children, is actually another refreshing take on the sagas. While Twilight of the Gods does have them relatively accurately depicted, the choice of Loki being decidedly presenting as an obviously male Jotnar is a bit jarring. Even in the sagas, Loki takes on a more Aesir (human) appearance and has red hair.

Freyja. Her design in Twilight of the Gods is absolutely exquisite, in my opinion. She's shown as a woman of color and of great power, wisdom and influence, even hobbled as she is in the story. She feels appropriately otherworldly. She also feels like the type of woman who would absolutely murder you and stage being the grieving widow while wearing an expensive fur coat all while wailing, "Oh, no, officer! I have no idea how this happened! *sniff* He was like this when I arrived! *uncontrollable sobbing*"

Baldr. Another design that I adored. Baldr's being a god of light was key in his design and it's obvious, he looks like a piece of the sun itself came into being in the animation. He has some of his mother's (Freyja's, as is most common now) features but he otherwise is simply golden and radiating light. He is rather impartial to his half-brother's rampaging but that's also saga accurate. Interestingly, this is one of the places where the series plays fast and loose with the mythology. He is pierced by a mistletoe dart but nothing of Fimbulwinter comes of it. The events of Ragnarok do happen but wildly out of order or not at all, Baldr is one of those.

Odin. I can't write all of this and not give the All Father a nod. Without giving away huge portions of the series, this is seriously one of my favorite depictions of him now. He managed to simultaneously be Havi, the Mad-One, and Odin, the all wise, all knowing All Father. He creeped me out endlessly and was as familiar to me as the back of my own hand at the same time.

What I didn't like:

Casual sexism. As period specific as it is, being aware of it when it's spoken does diminish the experience somewhat. Especially with Nidavellir. This could do with a warning unto itself: the way that women are used and then literally drowned in the dwarvish realm nearly wrecked and ruined things for me there. The use of "cunt" over any other word for female-presenting anatomy (vagina/vulva/etc) seemed juvenile. And while there are several sex scenes in the series, including two where it's male/male and woman/woman, there is no shown female climax. Just male. You just get the woman/women moaning seductively off-screen. It's an unfriendly reminder that the use of vagina and showing female pleasure onscreen would have ramped the rating of this from mature to outright pornography for those two things alone.

Thor. It's the second time that he's depicted as being outright abusive to his family (first being God of War's take.) If this was faithful to the sagas and to the Viking teachings on honor (among other things), it would have been grounds for Sif to readily divorce him. Which Thor would have borne the brunt of. The depictions of his brazenly, wantonly slaughtering Jotunns is saga accurate.

Egill. And the se of "ergi." It's not something that you just... have happen like that. Nor is it necessarily a brand. (If you want to squint and tilt your head, Loki calls Odin that in the flyting mess.) Some equate is to the modern F slur whereas the F slur didn't even exist as such then.

Tiwaz. IS TYR. WHY DID THEY MAKE HIM AN ABSOLUTE UNINTELLIGEBLE THING BEYOND COMPREHENSION. And is honestly is a glaring error in the entire story.

Still, a solid 8.5/10 for accuracy but 3.5/10 for the story in places and characters. The cons should definitely be addressed in a season two and these are just the ones that immediately sprung to mind without a complete rewatch (which I'm not prepared for yet.)

No, don't @ me on this. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

[transfem-monarchist-laura-rolla]

kawajiri #2 - wicked city

man when this isn't sexual assault city it's the coolest shit in the world. someone should make an ova that has all the vibes and ultraviolence and freaky monsters but without the worst of misogyny. i'm not even asking for no sex! but the assault stuff in this sucks, especially because mayart is one of the worst old man anime perverts out there. like, i wouldn't like it if it still had all the gross shit and just didn't have him, but it would be a lot easier to stomach

it's almost worse because the stuff outside that is incredible. the fight scene where taki rescues her the second time would be so good if it wasn't for the context it takes place in. he punches a demon in the head so hard that you can see the eyeballs flying in different directions! his gun sends him flying backwards when he shoots a hole in that lady! and it's all really well directed and animated! i loved like 70% of it and the rest was dogshit, and you can use your own judgement as to whether you'd be willing to overlook the bullshit

i know most of kawajiri's stuff is not going to be less horny, but i hope it's mostly more in the same vein as all the demon ladies attacking the heroes with their tits out. that doesn't bug me, i love trashy horny bullshit like "this demon lady has a massive chest vagina that she's going to try and eat a guy with after hypnotizing him with her boobs!" or "this spider demon lady is shooting web out of her pussy to try and trap the heroes with it!". it's wild that this is an adaptation of a book by the vampire hunter d guy when kawajiri's vhd movie has basically nothing in the same vein, and the vhd movie he didn't direct has so much assault and like panty shots and shit

i do think i gotta watch the tsui hark movie

[lansangprincess]

As someone who's Asian and also told you to watch Heartbreak High, I just wanted to vent about the racism in this fandom. It angers me how white characters like Spider and Harper are held to less high standard than characters like Sasha who's East Asian and Dusty who's half South Asian even from season 1. While I don't like those characters and didn't defend them in season 1 the way the racist fandom is reacting now makes me defend them from being held to a higher standard. People use "As a woman Harper doesn't feel she has more to offer than her body" and her past as a reason to justify her actions towards Malakai. The woman card and whatever her past is no excuse and she's as guilty as Dusty. Also Dusty only touched Malakai's shoulder and looked to Harper for what she had in mind, so I don't get how the fandom is saying he initated it to justify them liking Harper. Harper initiated the threesome by kissing Malakai first, not that it matters who initated. People don't use the race card for Dusty and whatever his past may be in regards to that. They loved Spider and campaigned for him getting development and showing his past in season 2 which he got out of popularity even though he too was a complete asshole in season 1. Spider sexually harassed Quinni by spreading rumors about her vagina even though he never slept with her and they shipped him with Amerie even though he was a bully who had a creepy obsession with her sex life. Spider blamed Malakai for the police case and it seems he may have a fetish for WOC. Spider didn't treat Amerie any better than Dusty did, so if it were a MOC in his place they wouldn't ship him with Amerie. Harper did regret the threesome but it wasn't for Malakai's sake but her own and she never apologized to Malakai. She regretted it because of how it affected her friendships, because she didn't like Dusty anymore and found the experience not enjoyable enough. People criticize Dusty for saying she took pleasure in the threesome and while he should be criticized for the part where he showed how insecure he was over Malakai he shouldn't be criticized for holding her accountable for the fact that she did take some pleasure in the threesome like he did. Also Harper was no more high than he was. I don't think she was criticized for the threesome in season 2 since she became friends with Amerie and Malakai after she called it slut shaming in season 1 when Missy criticized her while Dusty was rightfully criticized by Cash in season 2. It bothers me how she became friends with Amerie again after how badly she bullied her which was unjustifiable. If Amerie was in her place fans would hate her. They already criticize her. Devi from NHIE was hated on for less and it upsets me as a brown woman that they had her end up with Ben who never apologized to her for bullying and being racist to her, but the fandom loves him. He got mad at her over Aneesa because she didn't accept her apology for being cringe but never apologized to her for treating her like shit and didn't get mad at his white ex who actually started the rumor. She had trauma from him and cried over experiencing mean treatment in school. Made racist comments masculinizing her appearance and when he asked her to be his girlfriend talked about how big his ex's tits were. Tried to kiss her multiple times at his party but didn't help her out of his pool. I don't ship Daxton but Paxton had better arc than him but isn't liked as much as he isn't fully white. When Fabiola tried to hold Ben accountable for bullying he was like yeah but she broke my heart. I don't judge people for shipping them but I do judge them when they have the audacity to judge my morals as a brown woman over which fictional ships/characters I like.

Hi babe!

First of all, I saw this was a two-parter so I wanna let you know that I don't know when I'll be able to get back to you on the second part since it's also pretty long. Thanks so much for putting me onto HBH!! I've lowkey midkey started to love it a lot more than TSITP, which by the way, sorry if you have messages in my inbox about TSITP that I haven't responded to—the shipwars was hella draining and it took away the fun of being a fangirl for me.

Anyways, I'm still trying to digest all the points you've made and I'm just going to go with an assumption that you want to vent more than anything so I don't think I'm going to react on every point. Glad you feel safe to share in my inbox! (Even for tsitp).

I'm Asian also but regardless, I definitely agree that the support people gave Spider (esp in S1) to have redemption was disproportionate and weird >< Like, just because there was a plot twist that the reason for his behavior was he had a crush on Amerie—that didn't justify his behavior at all in my eyes ?? He was hella bigoted throughout the entire season and being rejected by the person you liked is not a reasonable excuse for that. Sasha was completely in the wrong for how she treated Quinni and she does require a redemption from that imo but her personality majority of the time is just being annoying and performative which doesn't beget hatred comparable to Spider's. Though for me, Season 2 Sasha didn't do anything bad, she was just entertainingly insufferable lol. Spider's redemption was well-written, I'm onboard for it but he still has a lot of work to do (and tbh I could've lived with Spider just continuing being a villain but that's not what we got and I'm just going with the flow of what our beautiful writers have given us). Sasha doesn't need a redemption for me bc she didn't do anything in S2. My forgiveness of her is dependent on Quinni's forgiveness of her and Quinni seems to have been able to move on, we'll see more of it when they work together in S3.

Though I also want to mention that I disagree with what you said about Harper… From what I've seen, a lot of people hate her. A lot of people don't forgive her for the threesome which I can understand but from my perception all of her decision-making was completely impaired and misguided because of her trauma, and I think that should be taken into consideration—she had no one to help her in the aftermath of what she went through and so had no idea how to handle it. What she went with for her own experience was to just kind of, pretend it never happened and go back to "being normal". If you watch the threesome scene back, Dusty took Harper's hand and placed it on Malakai's shoulder. He 100% had intentions of making things more intimate with the three of them. I can't really say the same for Harper. I can imagine that in the moment when Dusty put her hand on Malakai she genuinely thought she was helping Malakai cope.

[rockislandadultreads]

Read-Alike Friday: Bitch by Lucy Cooke

Bitch by Lucy Cooke

Studying zoology made Lucy Cooke feel like a sad freak. Not because she loved spiders or would root around in animal feces: all her friends shared the same curious kinks. The problem was her sex. Being female meant she was, by nature, a loser.

Since Charles Darwin, evolutionary biologists have been convinced that the males of the animal kingdom are the interesting ones - dominating and promiscuous, while females are dull, passive, and devoted.

In Bitch, Cooke tells a new story. Whether investigating same-sex female albatross couples that raise chicks, murderous mother meerkats, or the titanic battle of the sexes waged by ducks, Cooke shows us a new evolutionary biology, one where females can be as dynamic as any male. This isn‘t your grandfather’s evolutionary biology. It’s more inclusive, truer to life, and, simply, more fun.

Eve by Cat Bohannon

How did the female body drive 200 million years of human evolution

Why do women live longer than men?

Why are women more likely to get Alzheimer’s?

Why do girls score better at every academic subject than boys until puberty, when suddenly their scores plummet?

Is sexism useful for evolution?

And why, seriously why, do women have to sweat through our sheets every night when we hit menopause?

These questions are producing some truly exciting science – and in Eve, with boundless curiosity and sharp wit, Cat Bohannon covers the past 200 million years to explain the specific science behind the development of the female sex: “We need a kind of user's manual for the female mammal. A no-nonsense, hard-hitting, seriously researched (but readable) account of what we are. How female bodies evolved, how they work, what it really means to biologically be a woman. Something that would rewrite the story of womanhood. This book is that story. We have to put the female body in the picture. If we don't, it's not just feminism that's compromised. Modern medicine, neurobiology, paleoanthropology, even evolutionary biology all take a hit when we ignore the fact that half of us have breasts. So it's time we talk about breasts. Breasts, and blood, and fat, and vaginas, and wombs���all of it. How they came to be and how we live with them now, no matter how weird or hilarious the truth is.”

Eve is not only a sweeping revision of human history, it’s an urgent and necessary corrective for a world that has focused primarily on the male body for far too long. Picking up where Sapiens left off, Eve will completely change what you think you know about evolution and why Homo sapiens has become such a successful and dominant species.

The Exceptions by Kate Zernike

In 1963, a female student was attending a lecture given by Nobel Prize winner James Watson, then tenured at Harvard. At nineteen, she was struggling to define her future. She had given herself just ten years to fulfill her professional ambitions before starting the family she was expected to have. For women at that time, a future on the usual path of academic science was unimaginable—but during that lecture, young Nancy Hopkins fell in love with the promise of genetics. Confidently believing science to be a pure meritocracy, she embarked on a career.

In 1999, Hopkins, now a noted molecular geneticist and cancer researcher at MIT, divorced and childless, found herself underpaid and denied the credit and resources given to men of lesser rank. Galvanized by the flagrant favoritism, Hopkins led a group of sixteen women on the faculty in a campaign that prompted MIT to make the historic admission that it had long discriminated against its female scientists. The sixteen women were a formidable group: their work has advanced our understanding of everything from cancer to geology, from fossil fuels to the inner workings of the human brain. And their work to highlight what they called “21st-century discrimination”—a subtle, stubborn, often unconscious bias—set off a national reckoning with the pervasive sexism in science.

Brave the Wild River by Melissa L. Sevigny

In the summer of 1938, botanists Elzada Clover and Lois Jotter set off down the Colorado River, accompanied by an ambitious expedition leader and three amateur boatmen. With its churning rapids, sheer cliffs, and boat-shattering boulders, the Colorado was famed as the most dangerous river in the world. But for Clover and Jotter, it held a tantalizing appeal: no one had surveyed the Grand Canyon’s plants, and they were determined to be the first.

Through the vibrant letters and diaries of the two women, science journalist Melissa L. Sevigny traces their forty-three-day journey, during which they ran rapids, chased a runaway boat, and turned their harshest critic into an ally. Their story is a spellbinding adventure of two women who risked their lives to make an unprecedented botanical survey of a little-known corner of the American West at a time when human influences had begun to change it forever.

[michaelasworlds-blog]

Daddy’s Girl (A Hazbin OC Fanfic)

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Ch. 5: Smile

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🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT!🚨

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: SMUT!🚨😭 (skip bold font if uncomfortable)

“Fuck,” Bean moaned as Valentino licked her neck, she held onto him as she grinded into his erect penis. He ripped her yellow dress off, pushing her onto Vox’s bed on her stomach.

“Someone’s ass got fat,” Val bit his lip smacking her ass making her moan. “You’re leaking like a good girl,” he touched her soaking wet pussy licking his fingers. “But you’ve been such a bad girl lately, I don’t know if you deserve this,” he slowly rubbed her clit, pushing her more and more to the edge.

“Daddy..please..” Bean moaned, gripping the sheets. She gasped as the moth demon yanked her up by her tail and into his chest, one hand was on her tail while the other squeezed her boob; she could feel her nipple hardening; it was as solid as her nipple ring at this point. “Fuck me..please, I’m so close.” The only response she got was him pulling her nipple off her bra, and his other hand moved from her tail back to her dripping vagina.

“Beg,” he pushed two of his fingers into her pussy, starting to slowly finger. “These are cute,” Val played with her nipple ring. “But did I say you could get it?” He pulled on it, making Bean gasp.

“No daddy..- Fuck Yes!” She threw her head back as he started moving his fingers faster.

“You better not cum,” He growled in her ear. “I will fuck you up.

This turned her on even more, she knew that he could beat her ass but it was hot the way he said it. Bean’s moans only got louder the faster he thrusted, “I’ll be good daddy, I promise..” she pleaded with him.

“Yeah baby I know you will,” he took his fingers out of her, licking them. He turned her around, sitting her on his dick; she started moving back and forth feeling his thick penis practically in her ovaries. Bean moaned loudly, clawing at his back, she was so close she could burst.

Val started pumping into her faster, “Arranco la carne de mi espalda, cariño” he moaned, putting her on back thrusting into her deeper.

Translation: Rip the flesh off my back baby.

Bean dug into his skin drawing blood as she felt Val slammed into her, she threw her head back as Val started putting his tongue down her throat. They started making out, Bean looked up at the camera’s in Vox’s room, feeling pretty happy with herself.

“You know, you didn’t have to rub your crotch on the pillows, he got the point,” Val laughed, taking a drag from his cigarette.

“Sorry I was in the moment,” Bean blushed.

The sinners were still in Vox’s bed just conversing at this point, Bean didn’t regret what they did; the sex was good. She wanted it from Vox, which s was one of the things she would’ve told him if he had bothered to show up.

“That’s okay baby, I’m glad we got to have fun again,” he put his hand through her hair, “Your hair’s getting long.”

Bean touched her hair, she hadn’t cut it since she stopped coming to the tower; Velvette always had someone cut it now it was out of control, untamed. “I should get going,” she got off the bed putting her dress on.

Valentino blew out pink smoke, “I don’t know why you don’t just come back here? You already work here, and besides..” a grin formed across his face. “Angel came back.

She stopped getting dressed looking at him, “Angel? As in Angel Dust?” He just smirked at her. “You gotta be fucking joking!”

“I’m not, I hate jokes; it’s never that funny,” He growled. “He told me not to mention it to anyone, but I don’t listen to him-” Val looked up, realizing Bean was gone,

“Huh.”

Bean speed walked back to the hotel, to help with the mystery but mostly to give Angel Dust a piece of her mind. Was he really gonna shame her for going back to Val and then later do the same fucking thing! To be honest she wasn’t that mad about it, she was more upset with Vox than anyone; but she still had words for that gay furry spider. Her phone broke her out of her thoughts.

“What!” She yelled into the phone.

“Don’t ‘what’ me bitch!” Vox’s voice screamed from the phone.

“Excuse me?” Bean stopped walking, raising an eyebrow. Had she heard him correctly? Did this 2008 Samsung tv just call her a bitch??

“Oh you’re fucking excused!” He continued. “Now I want a yes or no answer, did you-”

“Sleep with Valentino in your bed? Yes, yes I did!” She was heated, she wasn’t past the bitch part. “And I’d do it again and again and AGAIN if you ever stand me up again! If you ever THINK of standing me up again I will fuck all of Hell in your bed!”

There was silence, the only thing that could be heard was Bean panting, “Are you done?” Vox said.

“Nope,” She felt as if she could keep going all day.

“Well when you’re done with your temper tantrum, let me know.”

Then he hung up. HE hung up on her!! Like she was the problem!! Bean was so angry she didn’t know what to do with herself, she scoffed, continuing to walk, she didn’t throw tantrums.

“Tantrums, tantrum my ass.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Indiana, 197X

“Hey hey! Shh.. it’ll be okay he left” The girl tried to calm her best friend Arielle down but she kept sobbing.

“I can’t!” Arielle screamed. “I wanna go home!”

The girl looked at the door, hearing to see if the man was coming back. He came and cut off her finger because of Arielle, and promised to decapitate her. They had been kidnapped a month ago, the girl had studied the guy’s actions, how he talked. How often he came into the basement; and the things he said to him. He questioned their friendship, asked questions that Arielle knew but the girl didn’t; she guessed it was things she should’ve known but to be fair Arielle always cherished their friendship. For some reason.

The two started hearing footsteps, Arielle immediately stopped crying; the door to the basement opened, the man’s heavy shoes were heard coming down the stairs. The girls hugged each other.

He stood in front of them, “Get up.” The girls sat still. The man sighed before yanking the girl up by her arm and pulling her upstairs. She felt warmth hit her skin for the first time in months. There was a blizzard; the girl only knew that seeing it through the window, that was too high for both girls. The man sat down, smiling “How are ya?” The girl said nothing, he frowned “I asked you a question.”

“Good,” she managed to say, she hadn’t had water in a while.

“Then smile,” He smiled up at her. “You should always smile, no matter what life throws at you.” She gave him a weak smile, she had no energy left. That’s better, now let’s get to business; I have a proposition for you.”

“Okay,” she kept the smile.

“Wanna hear it?” He grinned.

“Yes! Yes!” She nodded.

“I’m gonna let you go,” That made the girl’s eyes widen. “IF you can make it to the road, if you do I’ll drive you to a nearby police station; I will know if you didn’t make it.”

The girl became excited until the man continued, “HOWEVER, Arielle stays here; you both get to be famous, I know how important it is for teenagers to be loved.”

“What- What if I refuse?” The girl spoke up.

“Then you can head back down to the basement and I’ll ask Arielle the same thing tomorrow,” he smirked. “And you don’t get a second chance, if she says no you both stay here,” he laughs, this was a game to him; “I don’t hear a yes so..-”

“Yes! Yes please!” The girl blurted out.

The man’s face became sadistic. “Good, go back down.”

The girl went back down the cold steel stairs, already missing the warmth, “Hey!” Arielle stood up running over to her best friend, “What’d he want?” The girl looked into her eyes debating if she should say anything.

“Nothing.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Then I woke up,” Erin said. She was tired, the nightmare she had kept her up all night. Everyone stared at her.

“But who was the girl?” Angel broke the silence.

The siren shrugged, “I don’t know, I was seeing from her point of view, what if I’m the girl? What if I really left my best friend behind?!” She looked horrified.

“Then you know why you’re in Hell?” Eric shrugged, making Erin cry.

Everyone glared at him, “Uh thanks Eric,” Charlie said sarcastically. “Does anyone else wanna go next?” The residents were supposed to be giving an update on things they did to show how close they were to redemption, so far Angel didn’t do heroin for an entire day, instead he did weed, and Erin is just now realizing why she’s in hell. The only thing that anyone was closer to redemption was Voe.

Nobody raised their hand or spoke up, “I got somethin,” Zeke spoke up. “I don’t like the chaos here anymore, I’m kind of tired of it.”

The sinners laughed.

“What did you just get here yesterday?” Husk smirked.

“We’re in Hell, there's gonna be a lot more chaos the longer you stay, trust me” Angel laughed.

“I’ve been down here almost 80 years, I’ve seen a lot,” Zeke rolled his eyes.

“And you’re not used to the sound of sinners screaming in pain as they get their souls ripped into pieces?” Alastor stepped up with a crazed grin across his face. All of the residents stared at the radio demon horrified, except Voe; who rolled her eyes.

He was so dramatic, she thought before clearing throat, “I agree with that guy. Eric?” She pointed to Zeke.

“Zeke,” Zeke corrected her with a straight face.

“Yeah, the chaos is awesome and stuff when you first get here, it draws you in, changes you, it starts making you believe that the chaos is normal; but sometimes you gotta sit back and think, why am I doing this again? Is this really helping?” The doe looked up seeing everyone staring at her now, she blushed, “I don’t know, something like that,” she played with her right ear.

“That was well said,” Angel nodded.

Alastor narrowed his eyes at Voe, he watched as the younger sinners agreed with her and asked if they could help with her theater; and offered their souls to her! They weren’t even doing for a trade of anything they just wanted to give them up. “I’m sorry! Weren’t we supposed to be doing an activity?! I’m pretty sure Voe the Beau can wait until later to advertise her little theater,” He looked at Voe with a smug grin.

“I’d like to help you too, Voe,” Eugenia spoke up. “If that’s ok with you Charlie, I just wanted to do something other than sit at the desk,” she shrugged.

“Of course! You’re also a resident as well,” the princess smiled excitedly.

“She also belongs to me, or have you forgotten that my dear Gigi,” Alastor smirked at Eugenia. Her and Vera had been talking for a few days now, but Eugenia had failed to mention to her that she was on a chain. HIS chain.

“Didn’t know you owned women now,” Voe looked the overlord up and down with a raised eyebrow. Alastor was taking the break up badly, it was obvious; Voe understood that because it’s not like she’s happy they broke up, she just needed some time away from stress to focus on her work. Not that it was SOLELY Alastor, but he was at the top of the stress list at the moment.

“I own everyone my dear,” he towers over her.

She stands to her feet smirking up at him, “Except one.”

“Let’s agree to disagree,” Voe could see the irritation in his grin, in his eyes.

“And what’s that-”

“Okay! Let’s move one!” Vaggie snapped the two out of whatever that was, “We have time for one more”

“Uh well Lattes been raisin’ ha hand for the longest,” Angel pointed to Bean, who was right behind the Angel.

“Oh sorry Bean I didn’t see you there,” she smiled nervously.

“Why are you all the way over there?” Angel looked across the circle at her.

“I don’t sit with hypocrites,” she glared at him. Angel tilted his head in confusion.

“Yeah me neither,” Cherri put her arm around her.

“You literally just moved over there,” He crossed his arms. She just smirked, flipping him off.

“Moving on!” Vaggie glared at the two friends. “Bean, take it away.”

Bean looked at the eyes just looking at her, “Well, I’ve been down here for like 20 something years and I don’t think I’m mad at my mom anymore,” she stopped taking a breath. Gigi’s eyes widened for some reason, geez this wasn’t about her. “We didn’t have the best relationship when I was alive, I don’t think she ever knew how much I cared about her; I was too busy being upset. Even when I died I was upset, now I’m just tired, I guess I’m just deciding to move on, sorry I know that’s probably not what you wanted to hear,” she buried her face in her thighs.

“No no, that’s actually really good, I didn’t know you were going through that,” Charlie sat in front of her. “That was a good start, we would love to hear more about you.”

Bean picked her head up, she was glassy eyed; they wanted to hear more? The princess of Hell wanted to hear what she had to say? Was she that important to them? “Really?”

“Definitely,” Charlie smiled. “And for your bravery you get this keychain!” She pulled a unicorn keychain from her pocket.

Bean squealed, taking it, “AHH! I love unicorns!” She smiled at it. The sinner looked up at Charlie and hugged her.

“Thank you so much.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What?!” Eric exclaimed. “What do you mean?!”

Erin stood up looking at her friends angry, “What?! You can’t hear me?! I don’t wanna do this anymore! This stupid mystery!” She yelled.

“But we just started-” Zeke elbowed Eric before he could finish his sentence.

“Is it because of Bean?” Zeke took her hands.

“I’m sorry, what?” Bean sat up confused.

“Or Eric?” Wynter glared at him.

“What’d I do?” Eric was offended.

Erin snatched away from him, “No, it’s ME!” The four sinners were quiet, looking at the siren with worry on their faces. “That dream was a sign that it doesn’t matter! I was a bad person, and I deserve to be down here!”

“You don’t know if that was you-”

“The girl sounded just like me, Bean!” Erin cut her off. She collapsed on her bed defeated, “I left that girl to die” she cried into the mattress.

“Because he made you!” Eric laid down next to her. “That guy played a sick game with your lives.”

“Now I’m down here,” she turned her head to him.

“And he’s down here with you,” He grinned. Eric sat up, “Ya know, I think we need a break; we should all go out this weekend.”

“I don’t like the clubs,” Erin groaned.

Zeke pulled her up, “Who said anything about a club? I know just the place.”

“This is why we’re friends,” Eric pat him on the back. “Now let’s go dig up some holes.” Eric, Erin and Zeke cheered leaving the room.

“I am not doing that,” Wynter shook her head. Bean laughed as they left as well.

“I realized something,” Bean said.

“When we find Erin’s killer..

“Then what?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alastor and Bean walked the dark street, they were supposed to be on their way to the theater opening, but Bean guessed that Alastor knew a shortcut. He was walking at a fast pace, she could barely keep up.

“Alastor, wait! Slow down,” she ran up to the overlord. “Where are we going?”

“To the Voe’s grand opening party, we’re just making a pit stop,” they stopped in front of some old timey looking bar.

“Are you going to get drunk?” Bean gasped, she couldn’t imagine if she walked in with a trashed Alastor, he would wreck the whole event.

“You know I brought you along because I thought you knew how to mind your business,” he walked in, almost closing the door on the smaller demon.

She caught the door just in time following him in, it was pretty calm in there. Soft jazz was playing and a woman was singing on stage, the sinners looked as though they had climbed straight out of an early 1900s movie. Alastor had managed to get a drink and a table in front of the singing woman, Bean sat next to him, “Alastor, do not get drunk, Voe would be-”

Clapping interrupted her, “Excellent darling, you take my breath away.” Alastor winked at the female demon.

He was just being petty at this point, Voe wasn’t even around to see it; was this gonna be his excuse for not going? Bean thought the fuck not, as the radio demon was about to drink she grabbed the glass, but Alastor also had a firm grip on it.

“LET.IT.GO,” Alastor’s voice had become distorted.

“I’m sorry that Voe broke up with you, but that doesn’t give you the right to act like a jackass,” Bean tried pulling the glass but failed.

“Oh Vox can act like a jackass to you but when it’s me it’s a different story,” his voice was smug.

She knew he was trying to hurt her, so instead of taking the anger out on him she sighed, “Vox apologized to me,” Bean lied.

Alastor emitted microphone feedback, then laughed “Sure he did.”

“He did, I didn’t have to do anything stupid to get it, he called me,” she stared into his eyes.

Honestly Alastor couldn’t tell if she was lying or not, he probably didn’t apologize and she thought it was one, “Fine.” He set the drink aside, “I can’t get a drink but she can be with, and do whoever she wants.”

“And yet she still wants you at her big event,” she slammed her hand on the table.

“She broke up with me, am I not allowed to be hurt?” Alastor looked down at the glass, staring at his reflection in the liquor.

Bean touched his hand, “You’re allowed to feel however you want, but you’re not allowed to destroy someone’s hard work or yourself; I won’t let you destroy yourself.” She stood up, “Besides, smile, you shouldn’t be half clothed in public.”

Alastor sighed, “Jokes running a bit thin, don’t you think?”

“I don’t think jokes run thin, people just get lame,” Bean sat on the edge of the stage with the mic, “This is for my very, very upset friend, The Radio Demon,” she whispers to the guitarist before they start playing the instrumental to “Smile,” by Charlie Chaplin. Bean began to sing,

(Bean)

Smile, though your heart is aching

Smile, even though it’s breaking

When there are clouds in the sky

you’ll get by

If you smile through your fear and sorrow

Smile and maybe tomorrow

You’ll see the sun come shining through

for you

Alastor watched as Bean sang, she had such a nice voice; why did her mother silence her? The crowd seemed to love her voice too..he should get to the party, he needed to be there.

(Bean)

Light up your face with gladness

Hide every trace of sadness

Although a tear may be ever so near

That’s the time you must keep on trying

Smile what’s the use of crying

You’ll find that life is still worthwhile

If you’ll just

Smile

Bean finished looking up, she was met with an applause; “Thank you” she blushed getting off the stage.

“Come my dear, I believe we have a party at the Beau Theatre,” he held her hand as they left.

They were almost there, he hoped they hadn’t missed anything; “How do you know that song?” Alastor asked.

“I just like a lot of music,” Bean shrugged as they continued walking.

“Hmm,” He was silent for a while. “Maybe you should sing a lot more.”

“Nah..I don’t wanna do that, dancing was more of my thing,” she smiled to herself.

“My my I didn’t know that perhaps you can show me a few things-”

“Oh look we’re here!” Bean changed the subject, as they made it to the entrance of the building. “Okay, look at me,” he looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. She got on her tippy toes and fixed his tie and hair.

The Radio Demon rolled his eyes, “That’s enough, I’m not a child going to his first dance.” Alastor had never been to a dance but that’s how he felt.

“You were about to get drunk and probably kill anyone that talked to Voe, so don’t blame me,” She dusted off his jacket. “Perfect- wait” she took a perfume bottle out of her bag and sprayed him from top to bottom. “Now you’re perfect.” Alastor offered his arm to her, “Oh I..can’t I have to meet someone.”

Alastor knew who she was waiting for, “Very well,” he walked inside.

Bean waited out there for what felt like an hour, she sighed, maybe he wouldn’t come. Maybe she shouldn’t of said those things to him. Someone clearing their throat made her turn around, there stood Vox with his arms crossed not looking at her.

She stood looking up at him, “Hi-”

“I’m sorry,” he glanced up at her. Before she could answer he walked away.

It wasn’t much. But it was a start.

(Lol I used the glee version cuz..lol I like it!)

[datoneboardedguy]

Gwenom x Male Reader Fanfic.

(DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN MARVEL OR ANY OF IT’S CHARACTERS!)

Part’s 1/2

M/R’S POV:

I’m going back home from college as I’m suddenly pulled into an alleyway & pinned against a wall with a knife to my throat “GIVE UP YOUR WALLET!” “OKAY OKAY, JEEZ!” As I’m reaching for my wallet the two muggers are yanked backwards into & are webbed up against the parallel alleyway wall, I slowly approach the webbed up muggers as I’m startled by hanging upside down Ghost Spider lowering down in front of my face asking “Are you okay?!” “*HIGH PITCH SCREAM!* ..JESUS!” “Oh sorry if I startled you!..” “It’s okay, I’m ..fine. Just don’t sneak up on the next person you save.” *soft giggle* “Duly noted.” We started staring into each others eyes I can’t look away, she looks down & noticing a tent suddenly showing up & awkwardly asking me “Umm are you sure you’re alright?..” I looked down & realised what she meant. My face immediately went bright red & covered it up feeling completely embarrassed as I quickly say “I’m soo sorry, I’ll get out of your hair now. Thanks for saving my life!..” as I frantically rushed home to my apartment, by the time I got back my tent had thankfully already fallen back down. I soon got a text from my college lab partner & best friend Gwen Stacy, she’s been my closest friend since preschool & I lately I’ve had developed feelings for her & since then things have gotten a bit awkward between us. “Hey are have you finished your studies yet I need to talk to you?” I text her back “I’m almost done, should be available to chat in an hour.” “Okay, cool. Cya soon..” “See ya..”

Gwen’s POV:

I’m going to do it, I’m going to tell him that I’m Ghost Spider & that I have feelings for him. I’ve been waiting long enough to tell him & if his reaction to our last encounter was anything to go by he definitely likes me too, as I’m on patrol waiting for M/R to text me he’s ready I decided to wait on a nearby roof top. As I’m waiting unbeknownst to me I small pile of black slime crawls up to my foot right foot that is dangling over the edge & attaches itself to my foot & started slithering up my ankle covering my foot. I quickly crawled back away from the ledge & frantically tried to rip it off with both of my hands but it only only for the torn pieces of slime to stick to & start covering my hands & started slither up my wrists, as this was going on my entire right leg was now completely covered with this slime & tendrils sprouted from my right leg & started to wrap around & cover my left leg. My legs are now stuck together as the slime completely covered my lower body while both my arms are now covered by the slime & tendrils started sticking to & spreader around my torso sticking my arms to my body as tendrils from my lower body & arms started connecting & combining with each other, as this was going on my spider suit under the black slime started desolving until I was completely naked under the slime & felt the slime start to get really warm as it started tightening up against my body as the slime slid into both my ass hole & vagina & started coating my insides while the slime on my skin started seeping into my pores. At this point I’ve just given up trying to struggle & started moaning out in pleasure as slime tendrils wrapped around & coated my neck & tendrils slid into my ears as the slime coated the back of my head & I uncontrollably came into this slime & let’s out a huge moan. As her mouth was open a large slime tentacle entered into & slid down my throat which made me moan even louder into it even though the slime muffled my mouth, as the slime is sliding down my throat two small slime tendrils slid into & entering my nostrils making my eyes roll back into my head in pure pleasurable bliss. The slime then slowly but surely covers my face while the slime inside my body completely coats my brain & everything goes black.

Inside Gwen’s Head:

I wake up inside a black void & asked “Hello is anybody there?! M/R?!..” then a slick hourglass figure emerged from the floor with a black hood & white teardrop eyes & with a seductive alien voice says “Hello Gwen..” “What are you & where am I?!” “We’re inside your consciousness & am a symbiote. I need to bond to right host to survive & you’re the perfect match. Bond with me & I can grant you your most deepest & darkest sexual desires!..” with a temptation beyond her wildest dreams she desperately shouted “YEEES, DO IT! BOND WITH ME ALREADY!..” “Very good.” The symbiote says as she walks up to & gave Gwen a very deep passionate kiss while sexually embracing each other then their bodies merged together as Gwen was blissfully moaning the entire time.

Back in reality:

My blood vessels & all of internal organs turned black, my muscle tone increases & as I wake up with my new tear drop eyes & noticed my body suit felt like a second skin & WE LOVE IT! & shouted “WE ARE GWENOM!” I then get a text from M/R saying “I’ve just finished my assignment, I’m now free come on over..” we with devious smile & licked my lips with my new large long snake like tongue then text back “cool, omw over to you now, see ya soon!..” I then tossed the phone aside as we run off the building & started swinging at M/R’s apartment while saying to ourselves “Soon we’ll spread our bond with M/R & he be ours!”

End of Part 1.

[sapphire-weapon]

Same anon who felt a "wave of relief" lmao, but I also thought RE6 story suffered MOSTLY, because of the Wesker absence *shrug*. I'd get a LOT of shit for this, I know, but Simmons was such a WishDotCom Wesker, I honestly found it hilarious. He was such a massively pointless villain and the fill in atmosphere seeped into the whole game, I'm ngl. Jake doesn't get his confrontation, Chris has amnesia, Leon had a manic episode where his personality abruptly changes and the spider guys most interesting aspect was some unexplained, completely random love triangle between Ada and some assistant I think (Carla whomever), because she's obsessed with him, but he's obsessed with Ada and even Leon, the alleged love-sick, mentally ill, hopeless romantic can not tell the difference nor wtf is happening. I'm cackling, WHO wrote this!? The whole thing felt like they threw darts at a board to choose the next plot point.

you would not at all get shit for that; that's a pretty mainstream opinion.

what sucks about simmons is that there's real potential in his character, because he became sherry's legal guardian only to just use her for his own ends, and like.

if the game had been better written, it would've been about leon having to come to terms with the fact that he was a fucking deadbeat when it came to sherry; he claimed responsibility for her but then basically abandoned her in a way that claire never did. but if he'd been smarter/more responsible, he would've been the one to legally adopt sherry as part of his agreement to work with/for the government, NOT this asshole who's using her as his personal army. and instead of leon and simmons fighting over ada's vagina, the point of contention between them would be who has the right to be called sherry's father figure (basically the thancred+ryne plotline in ffxiv shadowbringers). and leon killing simmons would mean a hell of a lot more, and it would've come with the added emotional beat of him finally stepping up and taking responsibility for his big fuckup re: sherry all those years ago.

like. it's just wild to me that they wrote the sherry and simmons thing into the game, and then also wrote it so that leon was the one out of the six protagonists who hunted down simmons and killed him, but the sherry thing never once came up. the conflict stayed entirely on ada's pussy. it was UNREAL to me.

when people ask me to speculate on how RE6make is going to change the whole aeon plotline, i want to say that this ^^^^ is what they're going to do instead, and that ada's role will change entirely, but... i'm also very aware that that's probably just wishful thinking on my part lmao