#dommi's fic

[hana-no-seiiki]

More dommy mommy reader!

this time, using some lines from makima’s jp cv’s asmr and devil wears prada scenes. pretty sure i wrote this scenario before but like a long time ago, and just in headcannons so.

YANDERE! BATFAM x DOMMY! MOMMY! READER

You do not think Bruce Wayne was completely aware of the logistics when it came to Galas. If he did he wouldn’t be holding so many of those damn things all the time.

“I’m so sorry, Miss [Y/N]! I really did confirm last night.”

“Tales of your incompetence do not interest me.”

But maybe you shouldn’t be blaming him, but the lack of tact, wit, or remarkable capability the entire staff had. Then again, it’s because you’re always around the Batfamily that your standards for competency were so high.

“Miss [Y/N]!” You heard someone call out to you.

The assistant behind you visibly tensed. Anyone with a brain on them knew not to bother you during work. Hell, any thing that could breathe knew not to approach you when you were swamped with work (which was usually all the time)

“Drake, let me go.”

“Damian. Stay.” Damian doesn’t even notice the condescending way his father reprimanded him, jealousy consumed him entirely. He only saw red.

“How can you be so calm about this? They’re practically smothering her!”

“There’s a reason why Miss [Y/N] was picked to be Alfred’s successor y’know. Beyond just family ties.” Dick caressed Damian’s hair. “She values professionalism above all. She’ll reject them right about now…”

“You . . . love me?” You parroted back. Your features do not budge an inch.

“Y-yes. I’ve been —“

You interrupt, frankly too busy to listen to their rambling, “Then pray.”

“Huh?”

“You love me right? Then pray that I love you. Beg if you have to.”

Despite their flustered almost angered reaction to your command, your admirer felt their knees turn into a soggy noodle like substance. Their heart practically leapt at the opportunity to obey you.

“Only God will make me consider.”

Not even a moment passed before you were back to your duties, the confession long gone from your thoughts, “Tell Timothy for the 48th time, no. I do not want those devices of him in my room, and if I find another one I’m promptly sending in my resignation. Has Bruce confirmed?”

“Uh- oh!” The intern snapped out of their daze, scribbling furiously on their notepad.

You finally stopped where the guys were at, a bit befuddled by the way they were staring holes at you. Damian practically had a mix of panic, relief and anger painted all over him. “Yes, how may I be of assistance to you, young master?”

“I- I’m fine.”

“Richard, make sure to confirm your attendance.” You glared at the eldest brother.

He saluted in response, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Busy day?” Jason inquired, an attempt at small talk if you will.

“Busy day.” You swiftly cut off his olive branch. After making sure none of the men needed your presence with a quick once over, you make a bow and left. Your voice, though soft could still be heard, “Do I smell freesias? If, I see, freesias anywhere I will be verrryyy disappointed —“

[lesbians4armand]

i really do love the daniel x fake rashid dynamic just for how delicious the power dynamics are. the assumed age gap and servitude putting daniel in a position of power that he is not really in at all in dubai in a house of a vampire. but that same assumed dynamic giving “rashid” knowledge that daniel does not have as the personal assistant to a vampire, who is fed on by him, and as daniel assumes, he also sleeps with. Daniel is jealous of this proximity to louis but jealous of “rashid” himself as well, wondering how he tastes.

then of course, the fact this is all a premise. Daniel is in no position of power at all, hes being played with, toyed with, all his private comments and desires are transparently observed by not one but two vampires that have the power of life and death over him.

but they ALLOW this, they allow daniel’s perceived power, his desire, putting themselves in a false submission to him as both an interviewee and a servant, letting him feel this power as a taste, but every time he gets comfortable in it, reminding him that its a game. wonderful truly

[greenorangevioletgrass]

Me at the start of Challengers: oh, she pegs him.

bro the fact that i’ve been sitting on this ask for DAYS bc i just keeping nodding and zoning out instead of writing a response 😝

but DEFINITELY 10000% yes to art getting pegged on the reg. i wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the one who initiated it most of the time? like every other instances when he’s horny, he would start it off with “babe i need you…” which earns a casual “oh, you wanna fuck?” he tilts his head, that puppy dog eyes in full power, and he bites his lower lip, “i need you… inside me.”

and i know we all wanna see him bend over like the pathetic bitch boy that he is, i know. but i feel like he likes it best in missionary? you would tell him “lie back on the bed” in that soft but firm tone, and he nearly giggles in giddiness. you’re such a fucking sight, kneeling before him, stroking the strap-on with lube like it’s your real dick, lining it up against his hole. “shh shh shh, relax… open up for me, baby,” and he swears he nearly comes right on the spot. he would look at you with the dopiest heart eyes as he rambles, cock-drunk, “i love you so much baby… wanna be yours forever. all yours.”

[shmisky]

Then he had taken off the fabric obscuring his face, and Stan couldn’t breathe. Not because he had somehow managed to age better than Stan in whatever hellhole he had been in, with his darker gray hair and less prominent wrinkles, but because that man was really his brother.

Alive. Safe. Whole. After three decades.

Stan finally succeeds in bringing his beloved twin back, but he isn’t the man from his memories. Instead of a nerdy paranoid researcher, he gets a badass hero straight out of an action movie, shrouded in black from head to toe in some sort of post-middle age goth phase. That would be quite alright, really, if only he could have Ford’s love back—and if it weren’t for Ford’s strange behavior. In Stan’s defense, there had been way more likely alternatives for his day to end than getting ravished on the floor.

(Another fic from yours truly! I hope you enjoy it if that’s your cup of tea!! ☕ 🩷)

[strang3lov3]

Family dinners in the stepdaddy!Roman au would go crazy, uncle Kendall and auntie Shiv... ><

Oh god, absolutely. I’ve thought about this, and I see stepdaddy!Romey either a, being a total fucking menace and making you wear one of those remote control vibrators at the dinner table, knowing you can’t keep yourself together as he toys with you. Or b, he’s kind of sweet and pulls you away from the chaos. Like slips away with you to the balcony for some air. Probably both tbh. What can I say, it’s the duality of man.

[jacqcrisis]

The other side of the monster Viktor fic is so much more bittersweet yet happier for Jayce.

He wakes up in New timeline, fresh off gay love saving the world, and he wakes up to... Machine Herald. His partners dead face still molded into the metal of his head on either side of the face plate. Long and frightening and inhuman.

And Viktor is acting... odd. Distant. Careful about the distance between them and not wanting to rock the boat by upsetting Jayce, so he isn't talking much either. Just doing what Jayce wants as they find the house and start their new life.

Jayce doesn't know if Viktor is still in there, but he's docile and willing to help and do what Jayce needs and Jayce isn't leaving him. He couldn't, not now that he has some part of Viktor back and also he can't trust whatever this Viktor is won't go off and start turning people into cunty puppets again. So he's determined to keep this Herald company and on watch, all while reconciling he may not have Viktor, or even a shadow of a person anymore as the Herald is quiet and distant and often lost in thought.

Then the changes start and that facade drops all at once. Suddenly, the Herald seems human, seems capable of emotion as he's clearly frightened and disturbed by what's happening and Viktor's personality starts to shine through again. He's talking more, acting more like himself and it's sucks to say that experiencing the very human problem of pain and fear have jumpstarted Viktor back to the partner Jayce knew and loved.

And it hits him all at once. Viktors still here. He's still here and a person capable of emotions and living within in the world even if Jayce is never going to see his face and form again. Even if he is getting weirder by the day. Even if he is breathing out of his neck and drools a bit when he eats out of his new mouth and glows and hunches and makes strange noises that can activate Jayce's flight or fight response...

But he's still Viktor. Still talks like him and acts like him and is him in this weird form. And that's kind of enough for Jayce for all those old feelings to fall back into place as they steadily get used to this new life and this new Viktor and resume something akin to how they once were. Is he sad Viktor doesn't have the shape and face Jayce fell in love with? Yeah, absolutely, but that shape was also killing him so while he'll never hold that version of Viktor again, never get to see him smile again, the trade off of having Viktor in a body that is actively getting stronger and more alive is impossible not to be happy about.

And maybe its because it's been a whiiiiile since anyone's touched him or maybe it's because he's so deep in his happy little feelings Viktor isn't gone in a spiritual sense and he gets to have his partner around for the rest of his life now that the moment Viktor gets those mandibles, Jayce has to come to terms with himself how all of his feelings re: Viktor have come back. Down horrendous for Viktor being a foot taller than him, capable of picking him up like a sack of potatoes, and biting his hand off.

Which is how you get the last third of the fic, and Jayce wondering if it's even possible for Viktor to want that and that pining and then Viktor molts and then Jayce is like 'alright I'm not letting us play this song and dance forever'. And then they DON'T. And they're both happy about it.

[stickytrigger69]

tfp dom Airachnid x sub mech reader, bondage and masochism/sadism

TFP Dom Airachinid x Sub Mech Cybertronian Reader

NSFW minors DNI!!!

Mech reader

Use of he/him pronouns

Sadist Airachnid, Masochist Male Reader

BDSM Elements!!

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Your lover has left you all alone, bound, and on the hard floor. Servos behind you, pedes under you, and mouth coated beautifully in the webs spun by your dearest lover. Though you're mildly uncomfortable, you can't help the excitement racing through your spark. Just thinking of those fine pointed pedes and slim black legs leading up to perfect hips and chest plate makes you giddy, and your spike pressurize just enough to make you dizzy with lust. Airachnids slim but curved frame is one you could recognize while blind folded. Her fine, glossy lips hiding the cutest fangs make your throat dry. The poison laced on those lips, you're going mad.

And how she's bragged about you, her own pride and joy embodied in the frame of her favorite mech. You were made for her, the well of sparks, and Primus worked together to take one spark and split it in half and mold the perfect frames to match. You're hers, and she's yours equally. What's she doing that's taking so long. You miss her, miss her frame, miss her valve, the way it drips with want as she bites and claws at you. Shocks and smacks, hisses in your audials as she takes you apart. You start shaking, spike pressurizing by the second. Shouldn't have let your thoughts go astray, but you can't help it. The promise of reward causes you to act as though you are insatiable in your want.

You groan out loud in frustration, in need. When she comes back, you're gonna....

"Darling?" The door whooshes open and in steps your queen. Her purple optics glow devilishly. Any strong thoughts you had of being dominant are thrown to the wind. Your spike throbs underneath your array, and a small groan leaves you. 'Please,' you think to yourself, 'please use me, I'm your little toy.' She smirks at your pitiful state, lubricant leaks out from the seams of your array panel. She stalks forward, heels clacking painfully on the steel floor. You vibrate with anxiety.

Your helm points upwards as she stands before you, long, thick legs, slim waist, large chassis, curved derma, angled optics. You choke on a ball of thick lubricant, olfactory on overdrive as the sight of her teases your senses. 'Primus, forgive me for the sin I am about to commit.' You pray, knowing the vile things she will do to you and make you do. She releases your legs from their confines on the hard ground and spins you a small collar and leash from her silky web. She tugs and pulls, forcing you to your pedes. "Come on! Faster! That's it, 'atta boy." She praises as you stand to tower over her. Your fans whirl and hum warmly, "Come." She commands as she turns a heel towards the berth. You follow stiffly, joints locking from sitting for so long, but fast enough to still be a good boy.

She sits on the edge of the berth and immediately tugs down to have you on your knees again. She holds the sides of your face in her dainty servos, observing the heat coming from your cheeks, then slowly starts peeling the web from your derma. A taunting swipe of her glossa leaves you whining, "Now, now, this is supposed to be a reward, not a punishment. Be good. Be patient." She whispers. She smiles sweetly as her array panel swipes away, valve dripping and glossy. Immediately, you try licking it up. She slaps your face away hard, making you groan in painful pleasure. "Patience, you're my good boy, right?" You nod slowly, vents increasingly getting hotter.

"Please." You whimper, your array slips away, spike bobbing out and leaking, "Oh please." Her smile widens.

"So cute when you beg, sweetspark." She tugs at a wire in the back of your neck to turn your face up so she can bite into the sensitive cords on the side.

"Ahhh" you moan, spike twitching.

"Going to overload already, my love?" She teases.

"Please." You whine again. Giving her a pleading look, optics look so big with want. She only chuckles before grabbing hold of the leash once again and scooting up, heels locking into the edge of your shared berth. Knees spread wide, exposing her perfect valve with an inviting look on her faceplate. She tugs once, and you dive right in. Kissing, licking, and sucking on her sweet, lubricated valve, the taste of her making you groan as she moans, closing her optics softly. Your glossa flicks over and circles around her node, making her jerk her hips.

"Oh, my good boy, mmm, just like that." She takes hold of your helm and keeps you in place. You nibble slightly at her node, and she pulls you off to slap you again. "No." She says sternly and pushes your derma to her valve again. You just look up at her for a moment before nibbling again. "I said no." She forces you back and stands up over you, grabbing your face forcefully making you whine. Her servo grasps your neck as she pulls you up to stand before her. You look down at her, wanting more pain for the rest of the pleasure, and she can see that.

"I see, then, should have said something, baby boy." She turns you around to sit on the berth, servos still around your throat as she kisses you, grip tightening and other servo trailing down to jerk at your spike. A painful tug jolts through your spine to your processor and is followed by tender touches as she jerks your spike, rubbing the tip, smearing the lubricants around as she bites your derma, drawing energon. You moan deeply as her claws dig into your neck, touching and scraping at sensitive nodes and wires.

With a moan, she pulls away to look at your pretty face, energon leaking from your derma, dribbling down your sharp chin and onto your strong chassis. "You really are gorgeous, sweetspark." She praises her favorite toy. She looks down to stare at your spike in her small servo and feels heat pool in her gestation chamber, "mmmm, such a fragging unit." She groans deeply, sounding predatory. "Servos." She demands, so you rip them from their confines, webs dangle from your wrist joints and forearms, the off-white contrasts your paint job. She loves seeing it, and marking you makes her swell with pride. A servo goes to your chassis, the other firmly at the base of your spike, and scratches a deep mark into the strong metal, pulling a growl from you. "Pick me up, good boy." Your larger servos wrap gently around her waist to lift her from the ground with ease. Her legs spread wide, and you pull her close, valve aligned with your spike.

Slowly, you begin to lose your patience as she licks and kisses at your bite wounds. She hums happily and then bites down hard on your neck as she slams her hips down, spike plunging deep into her tight valve. You moan loudly and overload into your beloved spider. She feels hot lubricant jet into her and immediately starts bouncing onto your hard spike, moaning and whining with each fall of her hips. The tip of your spike pokes and prods at her gestation chamber, making her bite harder onto your neck. She pulls away and pushes you down her pedes flat on the berth as she straddles you, wrapping her servos around your neck as she rides you, keeping the air from circulating through your ventilation systems. You feel as though your spark has been destroyed, processor being flooded with too many senses, her smell, the pain, the pleasure.

You can feel how tight her valve is, how hard it squeezes around your spike, and how warm and wet she is. Subconsciously, your servos squeeze around her waist tighter and tighter as you take the wheel and push and pull at your pace. She gives you a second to breathe to take your servos into hers instead, then traps them above your head in more webs. She does the same on your legs and midsection, successfully trapping you to the berth. She steps up and off of your leaking spike, making you whine and groan disappointedly. She gives you a small scratch on the side of your faceplate while she moves to grasp it, making you writhe in your place.

A heel moves up next to your helm as she stretches across your larger frame. "I don't know whether to treat you or punish you." She coos then sucks through her denta, "I rrreally want to just punish you for nibbling on my node earlier, but you have been such a good boy." Her optics soften, your silvery face so blue and hot, your optics droop, you're exhausted from the teasing, overload, and all the waiting.

She hums softly and then makes her decision. She spins around to put her valve in your face and takes your large spike in her servos. First, she licks and kisses at the head and shaft while pushing her hips down on your face, your glossa sticking out to provide friction for her to grind down on. She takes your spike into her intake slowly at first, then starts ramping up in speed, sucking hard as she lifts her helm upward. Her goal is to suck your soul from your spark, and she'll be damned if she doesn't. She wants a taste of that sweet lubricant as you eat it from her valve.

Your processor has gone numb and optics blurry. You've been waiting so long for this, and now you're hardly conscious as you lap up your mixed juices. You don't realize until she gets oof of you that you've overloaded once more from her intake. "Mmmmmm, my good boy tastes delicious." She wipes at her derma to lean forward and kiss you. "But I haven't overloaded yet, so I hope that you have more to give, baby." She rubs your sensitive spike tantalizingly slow.

"Oh, please, I can't..." You beg.

"Tut tut my sweetspark, you'll be okay." She bites you again, injecting you with a special serum she came across on another planet. She loves using this stuff on you and how it changes your optics to a pretty pink color. And how hard it makes your spike. Suddenly invigorated, you sit up a little and smirk at her. You thrust forward a bit, spike rubbing against her node, making her gasp.

"Use me up, baby. He's still standing at attention, I need you." You pull her into a deep kiss, lifting her up and pushing her down onto your sensitive spike. "I want to feel you wrapped around my spike for cycles after this, even if you're not there. Break me." Your last comment makes her smile. She's going to spin you up in her net and use you for as long as she wants,

"Are you sure you're alright?" Knockout asks.

"Fine, thanks." You walk out of the medibay admiring new scars she left. You can still feel her, her claws, valve, chassis, spark. A shiver runs down your spine as you recall that night. "Can't wait till she breaks me again." You whisper to yourself as you walk past Breakdown who only makes a sour face, not that you saw. Otherwise, you'd ask what his problem was.

"-but his energon that night was so sweet." Airachinid finishes hee long droning as she presses a key or two into the computer in the main hull of the Nemesis. "I can't wait to break him again. I can still feel his spike throbbing and filling me up." She starts exciting herself. "I think I just might right now." She turns to walk down the halls to find her sparkmate.

[sophaeros]

I've been obsessing over julian/albert/fab lately, any fic recommendations?

really like your blog btw!!

yeah mine /j (emeto tw)

no but honestly i havent been able to find a single fic i really liked 💔💔💔💔💔 i know there are a few on ao3 and they're cute but not like. my favourites yknow. i dont recall seeing any on livejournal unfortunately.....someone please write something anon and i are starving over here

and here's a little bonus 😋

[moyathermopolis]

eve polastri 🍋‍🟩

[night-market-if]

In the relationship stage how would Belladonna react if the MC said to her

‘You I would ask you to step on me but I see your already doing it’

She would be so delighted. Absolutely tickled.

My Bella simps are out in droves this week. I love it!

[beevean]

i really liked lenore at first in castlevania when i watched it until i finished S4 with my boyfriend and he told me (not word for word) "i think you only like lenore because you've made up your own view of her in your head and she's not actually as well written as you think she is". he was right. i was fucking imagining she was an actually good character.

now that it's been a day since we finished the show, i looked through the castlevania tags and found your posts on hector and lenore and uh... yeah, i can see why he said that now. should we even watch nocturne? he told me "maybe it'll be better than the first one" but i'm on the fence here, i feel like i might get my hopes up too much about it...

Bro, your timing wouldn't be more right. I just finished writing a scene I had stuck in my head for ages, where I did exactly what many do without realizing and basically wrote the Lenore in my head which makes much more sense as a character than what we had on screen 😂

(also I'm very flattered that my posts managed to have an impact! I tend to screech in the void so I don't expect anyone except my mutuals to read them lol)

She is such a good concept, wasted away by the worst writer who could have written her. She has many intriguing elements to her name! Her design that speak of her personality, how hard she tries to look soft and harmless - I really like the detail of her cutting her own claws and putting on make up to simulate blushing cheeks. The implicit resentment of her own vampirism, implied by things like her random comment about eating food (which she equates to "living well") and her alleged insistence on using diplomacy in a culture that thrives on violence: missing her own humanity and trying to recreating it would be the only valid interpretation of the "princess in mourning" theme supposedly going on (have you noticed how she introduces herself to Hector with a black veil that she lifts, as if unmasking herself? And then she never wears black veils again? That's most surely a vestige of this idea that never came to fruition). The, at times, clever abuse that feels realistic in the way she dodges responsibility and makes others feel responsible. The giant savior complex, of someone who is power hungry and revels in feeling superior over others but expresses it by "taking care" of "inferior" creatures - like a twisted Rosaly, if you are familiar with the game lore.

Lenore is a vampire who doesn't want to be a vampire, who clearly thinks herself better than her own kind, but can't rise above her own nature. She is amoral, selfish (this post is my best one to date <3), only concerned with her own comfort, hedonistic, cruel, hypocritical, a professional liar, but she has principles. When she promised that she would keep Hector safe, she meant it - in the worst possible way, by ignoring his human dignity, but she really seems to think, like Carmilla, that love is keeping something with you for as long as you can. Her apparent fascination with humanity contrasts with Hector, who is alienated from his own humanity and seems fascinated with vampirekind and all things grotesque and unnatural. On top of this, you have the conflict between her and the rest of the council, who seem to think of her as a stupid little girl who can't do anything worthwile, which makes her snap if underestimated: this is, surprisingly enough, relatable, in a pathetic sort of way. It's fascinating! Look at all these good ingredients for a complex antagonist and foil for Hector!

But in practice, she is simply awful, an not just because she's an abusive rapist played for titillation. In S3, she is cartoonishly evil, basically Carmilla 2.0 + BDSM patch (and not even the hot vampire kind, girl doesn't do so much as bite her pet), the most stereotypical smug, obnoxious, condescending manipulator a porn writer could write, things that even Ace Attorney would say "hey man, maybe she's too much of a caricature" - and in order to make her look smart, Hector had to be lobotomized to a truly embarrassing degree, and his potential character arc was pissed away. Moral conflict over agreeing to culling his own kind? never heard of her. let's make him sound like a child who just needs a mommy. (also, it really doesn't speak well of Lenore's skills if she felt that she had to resort to using her pussy to win over the stupidest man on earth. Sexism, much?) In S4, she's downright pathetic, doing nothing but whining about how boohoo her besties are sidelining her :( and boohoo Carmilla's evil plan is soooooo inconvenient for her :( while the man she raped into slavery pats her little head and concedes that it's not rape if he enjoyed it, and the story tries so hard to make you forget about how disgustingly cruel Lenore was to him less than two months prior - so hard that even the writing itself degrades in front of your eyes. If you have found my old posts, you must have found the ones where I talked about how Lenore's ring is completely pointless, because if it worked, all the "cute" scenes between them would have a sour aftertaste, and we can't have that.

In short, the show promotes the idea that a gilded cage is a good thing, and if a cute woman traps you there, then it's nothing to complain about. Even if it's through sniper-accurate emotional abuse and sexual deceit. It's not like it's rape if you gave your consent under false pretenses :) you were stupid for falling for it anyway :) Lenore was right in saying that what Hector always needed was being made a "pet" and kept safe, because that's how you show love! By trapping people at your side, for their own good!

It makes me puke. Lenore should have stayed a villain. Giving her a backstory, showing her more vulnerable side and her fears, would have worked well, if only she and Hector were treated like characters, and not fucking ship fuel for fans who masturbated at her and wished they were him! That's the thing that pisses me off: Hector is not respected as a character and a victim of abuse, and Lenore is not taken seriously as a female abuser because she's too "cute"! There's no room for that contrast between a vampire drawn to humanity and a human drawn to vampirekind, when Hector is not afforded a shred of internal world (or dignity in general) and Lenore's angst is reduced to "besties don't like me" to not dwell into her monstrosity!

By contrast, Isaac from the games has an extremely compelling backstory that makes you sympathize all too well with his despair and anger: he's a victim of circumstances outside of his control. But the story doesn't get all 🥺 when he kills Hector's wife and dangles her head in front of him while taunting him. Cool motive, still murder and all that, being a hot tragic twink doesn't make him suddenly redeemable. The story allows me to decide how much I want to sympathize with the villain. The show instead always forces you to feel sorry for its murderers and rapists... except the Japanese not-twins, who are not considered real characters. Or Carmilla, who is too much of a Hysterical Woman and therefore needs to be put down and replaced by the Logical Man. Have I mentioned how sexist this show is? Usually the sexism is reserved for the non-masculine men, but Carmilla and even Lenore are victims of a more traditional misogyny.

Yes, Lenore is badly written! She's fetish fuel in S3 and then woobiefied for the fans in S4! She's Wildly Inconsistent™, incoherent, and wishy-washy! But if you pay attention to the dialogue and not just the "hot" scenes, then you notice all those details being left afloat in a sea of wasted potential. I'm still not over her mentioning that she eats human food, and that going absolutely nowhere. So it's easy for your brain, who can surely write better than Ellis can, to dream up a version of her that actually makes sense, and then getting confused and thinking it was what you watched all along.

No, trust me. Everytime I start to think "mhh, maybe her fans (the non-horny ones) may be seeing something that I missed, they might have a point", I only need to rewatch her scenes, and be reminded of the fact that no. she sucks. her voice sucks. her expressions suck. she is a caricature. i need to rescue her from the shitty writer and turn her into a proper semi-tragic villain. and turn hector into something closer to his game counterpart while i'm at it.

As proof, just see how many people missed that, in theory, she killed herself out of fear that she'd go insane and mad with power as Carmilla did, again fitting the idea that she hates being a vampire, and has come to see her as a metaphorical cage. Her fans assume she felt guilty for how she treated Hector (she did not, "I'm sorry things happened" is not an apology, especially if you were one of those things), and most instead think, because of her shitty voice direction and complete lack of characterization that isn't "woe is me", that she killed herself because she couldn't deal with being Isaac's prisoner for a few decades, making her look like a massive petty hypocrite. That is bad writing. Your character was not conveyed properly. Because Lenore never once expressed the view of feeling stuck in a cage, because she was too busy molesting Hector and crying over how useless her bestie made her feel.

Anyway, as for Nocturne. It really depends on what you liked about the OG show. Nocturne is bland, so far. It has nothing to do with Castlevania, both the games and the show: if you liked Alucard, that's pretty much the only connection with the OG show it has. You can tell the writer wanted to recreate so badly what made the OG show show appealing, but lacked fundamental elements like an interesting villain. It also deals with historical and political themes with all the finesse of a war hammer on your balls. However, it does not viscerally insult me like the OG show, it at least attempts to be slightly more hopeful and less cynically edgy, and some storylines even have me politely interested - Olrox and Mizrak have a more compelling "problematic" human/vampire relationship than Hector and Lenore, with Olrox being a more genuinely morally grey vampire. If you want to try, S1 is generally considered a huge bore, while S2 has been much better received - personally, though, I only felt it way too confusing and rushed, like a S4 of the OG show on steroids.

Most fans of the show seem to agree that the OG was better. Make of that what you will.

[davifoxi]

*looks up from writing a fic with izuku and katsuki piss on ochaco* sorry, what's going on with leaks?

[milfs-and-monsters]

Chardee shippers any opinion or headcanons on who tops, bottoms, subs, doms in the relationship? 👀

Either way I think Dee pegs Charlie sometimes.

[weebsinstash]

So like I was completely unaware of this fact until just a few days ago but

Kohei Horikoshi this is a WAR CRIME

[jacethegaymer]

Made another sims fanfic except it involves Circe and Loki

I’m not going to put the link here cause it’s 18+ and it’s um.. steamy

But

If you want to read it, go to AO3. (my user is JayceDoesWriting)

[moginrambles]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Savage Worlds (Roleplaying Game), Original Work Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Termina Flux/Brady Nebraska, Termina Flux/The Wraxian/Nebraska Characters: Termina Flux, Brady Nebraska, The Wraxian, Original Characters Additional Tags: Birthday Sex, Tentacle Sex, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Edging, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Impact Play, Bondage, Trans Character, Alien Sex, bullying a dommy mommy to expose her hidden brat side, my favourite T4T couple plus my favourite tentacle alien together at last Summary:

Nebraska hires the Cherrydrop Hotel's finest for General Flux's birthday.