#i would have been disowned but i was so done

[jadeazora]

Crimes: J has separated Trainers and Pokemon as a poacher, using a cruel petrification technology, made several direct attacks against people, tried to kill Ash several times via having her Drapion squeeze him and setting the bushes he was hiding behind on fire (and she also attempted to potentially kill her own men dropping the back portion of her ship so she could escape. That said, they're definitely not innocent people, they're complicit in her operation), tried poaching Regigigas which lead to Brandon getting petrified, and successfully poached the Lake Guardians, which enabled Team Galactic. (That said tho, I feel Hunter J could've potentially been reasoned with had she known what the Lake Guardians were for and what Cyrus's plan actually entailed, the world being destroyed would definitely screw over her bottom line, but she died without ever knowing that.)

Spinel: a more detailed list here, but in short, lured a young girl into a dark alley, brainwashing/mindwiping her and stealing her pendant (which contains a Pokemon she later partners with), tried to injure/kill Dot (a defenseless girl who just became a Trainer that night), Liko, and Amethio (in a slower way than what J did. They were unlikely to freeze to death since they made a fire, so that leaves starving), also attacked people directly, essentially tortured his own FRIENDSHIP EVOLUTION in an experiment, manipulated the apparent main villain into disowning his own grandson (Liko and Amethio teamed up by necessity to escape the death trap, but Spinel framed him as a traitor for doing so), caused five of the Six Heroes to go on a frenzy going DIRECTLY against Gibeon's wishes out of spite/jealousy towards Amethio, and then framed the heroes for the resulting devastation done to Laqua, turning the public against them. (Even the kids aren't immune to him making them Public Enemy #1.) Using Laquium to send other Pokemon on rampages, or his invention forcing them to draw out more power than they would be able to normally, causing harm to their bodies. (Glalie was freezing over, Garganacl legs were cracking.) And we don't really know the full scope of his plans yet. I don't think it's as bad as what Cyrus was doing, but I feel he's going more for a domination bent rather than just chasing money like J was.

(I feel like it depends whether you view whether it's the scale of a villains actions like with J or whether a villain makes things more personal that makes them worse for you.)

[guardianoflightanddarkness]

Highly disagree with this take.

The reason why Mabel's writing gets far more critizism isn't because she is a girl, it's because her actions face absolutely no consequences for it.

If anything, Stan proves that Mabel's critizism has nothing to do with misogyny. Why?

Because Stan ALWAYS faces consequences for his actions, like, from the first very scene of the show until the end:

He scares Dipper and laughs at him? He chokes and has a coughing fit.

He uses the kids to commit crimes? He ends up in jail.

He tries to scam people? It blows up in his face.

He lies to the kids? He gets caught and they get mad at him until he makes up for it.

He hides things from them? It comes back to bite him in the butt.

Heck, even losing his memory is a consequence for refusing to shake Ford's hand.

Stan is CONSTANTLY facing consequences for his actions, unlike Mabel who rarely if not ever faces consequences for anything. That's why Stan is rarely ever critized for it cause one way or another, he is constantly rolling with the punches.

Mabel isn't blamed for Weirdmaggedon, I agree, but the problem is, Mabel's actions in those episodes are still ignored and treated as if she had nothing to do with it or if she had done no wrong while Dipper carries that burden that was never his to begin with. I mean, Mabel was litterally asked by Blendin (the time traveler guy that tried to kill her and Dipper a couple of weeks prior) to steal something from Ford to trap the entire town in a time bubble, and she is totally okay with it and accepts without a question. And then later in the bubble she is aware of what's going on (she sees it through the opening and admits to Dipper and Wendy and Soos that she knows it's not real) then blames Dipper for her state of mind, replaces him with Dippyfresh, sends him to a trial she set up so he would lose and get kicked out into the apocalypse and only accepts to return once Dipper does what she wants, giving up the apprenticeship. And then NONE of her actions are called out, she doesn't even show a shred of guilt or remorse over her actions.

Yes, Stan did open the portal and he is far more to blame than Mabel ever will be, but Stan ignoring the warnings DID have big consequences: he almost destroyed the town, he broke the children's trust and put them in danger (even SOOS, who sees him as a parental figure, tried to stop him to protect the children), and Ford called him out and punched him over it and ruined any innitial recoinciliation Stan had been hoping for, and eventually caused the rift and Weirdmaggedon. Mabel's actions on the other hand are completely ignored, litterally everyone believes it was an accident and she is never exposed or admits about what she did with the rift and the narrative leaves it like that.

No one blames Mabel for being upset about her crappy day and being potentially separated from Dipper, same way as how no one blames Stan for being upset over being separated from Ford, the difference are the actions, that are not justified, and again, Mabel faces NO consequences for her actions, whereas Stan pays them harshly. Mabel stole the rift and gave it away and it's never revealed and she never even shows remorse. Stan made a mistake and got kicked out into the streets as a minor, disowned and forced to become homeless for 10 fricking years, of course the fandom pities him because the punishment did not fit the crime, while Mabel got away completely scott-free.

Also, the Wax-Stan situation is nowhere near comparable: Stan had spent 30 fricking YEARS trying to get his brother back, never giving up, and he didn't even know if he was alive, he wasn't replacing Ford or changing his personality, he just missed his TWIN, who for all he knew, he could be dead and all his work could have been for nothing. Mabel on the other hand, the second she lost Dipper and landed on Mabeland, not even 24 hours into the apocalypse, replaced him with a cheap copy that was a walking insult towards her brother's personality and a spit on his unconditional love and support towards her and rubbing it on his face. Stan is litterally called out for his actions while Mabel's actions are either ignored or played as a joke for laughs.

In Dipper vs Manliness no one ignores that Stan is also making fun of Dipper, the difference is that Stan at least tries to correct his mistake by the end of the episode, by litterally telling Dipper he had proved to be manly by standing up for what he thought was right. Mabel on the other hand never apologized for it. And sure, teasing between siblings is common as long as it's a two-way-street, lines aren't crossed, feelings aren't hurt and boundaries are respected. And Mabel NEVER does that: Mabel litterally spends the entire show making fun of Dipper even after he tells her multiple times to stop cause she is hurting him, and she laughs it off and doubles down. But the ONLY time Dipper even comes off as close as to tease her (not even that, it's a "Aaaaand Dipper wins again!" in a chess game that Mabel wasn't even paying attention to), she doubles down by directly bullying him over his height and blames HIM for it and calls him a jerk, and Dipper is the one who ends up apologizing while she not only doesn't correct or apologize for her behaviour, she keeps going. Mabel is happy to tease Dipper endlessly but she never consents him to reciprocate, ever. That's not how sibling relationships work.

Yes, Mabel is 12, just like Dipper, and Pacífica, heck, Gideon is 9 years old, ALL of them except her face consequences for their actions and learn from their mistakes.

Sure, Stan is pushing his seventies, acording to him, commits crimes, lies, steals and all of that. But he CONSTANTLY pays consequences for his actions.

Mabel never faces consequences or learns from her mistakes and remains static as a character, Stan on the other hand constantly faces consequences for his mistakes and developes as a character. That's the difference.

I've seen claims that if Mabel was a boy, Mabel Haters would not be so passionate or wouldn't care as much, and that their hatred is mostly routed in misogyny, whether full on-display misogyny or internalized.

Here's the thing, anyone who says this that 100% right and there's even proof. The proof is that a male version of Mabel Pines already exists in universe, and not only is he no where near as hated as Mabel, he's one of the most loved characters.

Stanley.

We always talk about how the senior and junior Pines twins are mirrors of each other, Mabel and Stan being alike is nothing new.

It's always bugged me that Stan has done so much more, much worse things than Mabel and yet Mabel gets all the hate and blame.

Weirdmaggedon is much more Stan's fault than it is Mabel's. Mabel was emotionally distraught, Mabel was manipulated, Mabel didn't know what she was doing, and if someone had told her what the rift was, she wouldn't have done it. Stan was warned that the portal could be destructive, Stan didn't deny seeing the warnings in Ford's journal and still chose to fire up the portal. It wasn't a "in the moment" kind of decision either, he had decades to decide that restarting the portal was a dangerous thing to do, and still did it. Still opened up that portal with his young niece and nephew in the house. People will claim that Mabel acted selfishly when she gave the rift away but Stan, he was opening the portal to save Ford, he was doing it for his family. No, he wasn't. Ford had warnings that the portal was too dangerous, Stan knows his brother well enough that he should have thought that Ford wouldn't want it open. And if Stan was doing it for his family, he would have stopped after bonding with Dipper and Mabel, because the portal could have destroyed the world, including them. He was never opening the portal for his family, he was doing it for himself. He was doing it because he wanted his brother back.

When Mabel, at 12-13 years old, thought she was going to be separated from her brother, she got upset, and expressed those emotions as she has every right to do. She doesn't have the right to force Dipper to go home with her, but she has every right to openly express to him that she doesn't want him to stay and doesn't want to be apart from him. In fact, that's exactly what she should do! That's how you have healthy relationships with people in your life! By being honest with them when things upset you! And she's labeled as selfish for just having a very normal reaction for someone her age and in the mental state she was in. When Stan, at 17-18 years old thought he was going to separated from his brother, he was also upset, but instead of expressing those emotions and communicating with Ford, he lashed out and broke Ford's project, on accident, yes, but their entire conflict could have been avoided if Stan had immediately gone to Ford and admitted that he might have accidentally broken it. And when Stan was called out for having broke it, Stan basically told Ford it wasn't a big deal, because now they could go treasure hunting. And despite all the clear wrongdoings by Stan, the fandom pities him So...we're expecting a 12-13 to handle the same kind of situation better than a 17-18 year old? Got it. Even worse, I'd argue she already did handle it better than Stan did, and yet she's still despised. Shout out to @jubileebloom, who said in the notes of this post of mine: "#also#the fandom when Wax Stan: awww Stanley misses his bro so much. what a good brother :')#the fandom when Dippy Fresh: omg I can't believe Mabel replaced Dipper like that. with a version that won't talk back. what an awful sister#just. just saying." Thank you! I hadn't even considered that one! I recall seeing people getting upset at Mabel for making fun of Dipper in Dipper vs Manliness, specifically Mabel, as though Stan didn't do the exact same damn thing. It was written off as basically "well Stan is Stan, but Mabel is his sister!" Yes exactly, Mabel is his sister, making fun of your brother is sibling 101, Stan, however, is the adult in Dipper's life at this point

I feel like there's more, specific, examples. Feel free to add

Every small mistake of Mabel's is heavily scrutinized. Of course she's making mistakes, she's fucking 12, she's learning, in many situations she may not know any better.

Stan is 60+ years old, committing crimes, putting his family in danger and is damn well old enough to know better, and yet is basically labeled as a precious cinnamon roll.

[kaidatheghostdragon]

Found this while going through my fanfic files, and i absolutely had to share.

Danny: i want in

Red robin: …what?

Danny: your bat family. I want in.

Red robin, blinking in surprise: i dont know what you think you know about my associates, but we're not-

Danny: dont be obtuse. I know youre the smart one. And i also know that your all one big relatively happy family. I want in.

Red robin: …why?

Danny: because you guys are the first people ive found that are wealthy, intelligent and powerful enough to take on my fruitloop godfather and win AND are decent enough human beings that i can be assured that when all is said and done, my well-being will remain a top priority.

Orphan, appearing out of nowhere: new brother!

Danny: *stares in shock*

Danny: *sudden uncanny grin* well that's one convinced. How do i win over the rest?

Orphan: no need. New brother!

Red robin: *pointed glance of betrayal* fine. Who is your godfather?

Danny: vlad masters. He's a fruitloop.

Red robin: for real? B's been investigating him for years! Tell me everything! *genuinely excited for a new lead*

Danny: well, he's tried to murder my dad and marry my mom, gained his wealth illegally, committed voting fraud to become the mayor of my hometown, has a secret underground lab where he does unethical experiments, and he's abducted me more than a dozen times even before my parents disowned me to make me his evil apprentice or whatever. Now that im homeless, he's literally out to get me. Oh! And he's cloned me too! She's cool though, we're buddies now.

Batman, who just arrived but heard everything over comms: hn. (Translation: who are you?)

Danny: my name is Danny. No last name anymore, but im hoping itll soon be Wayne! *winking suggestively*

Batman: hn? (how much do you know?)

Danny: enough to know that youre a much better alternative to vlad.

Batman: …hn (i dont know anything about you. What if youre a spy for vlad?)

Danny, giving his salesman pitch: i was a teen vigilante in amity park before i had to run away from home for my own safety. Vlad is one of my rogues. I know how to fight and defend myself, how to minimize collateral damage in a fight, and ive gotten really good and escaping kidnapping attempts. Ive also managed to reform and/or make allies out of approximately half of my rogues and can talk down about 30% of all rogue confrontations before they turn into a messy fight. The other things i can bring to the table are: one, i can teach all of you guys proper liminality self care; two, i can probably minimize and possibly cure red hood's anger issues; three, i can get along with stabby robin because i consider fighting a friendly social interaction - he can even stab me and i wont be injured by it; four, i can be your go-to guy for supernatural cases so you no longer have to deal with that sad trenchcoat man; five-

Red robin: *blurting* youre hired.

Batman: hn (i am deeply concerned)

Danny: if youre concerned now, wait until i tell you about the anti ecto control act

Nightwing, who showed up in the middle of the sales pitch: ive never seen anyone crack B's grunt language so quickly

Danny: grunt language? He's just using ghost speak - which will be covered by the liminality self care lessons

Robin, who arrived with batman: what is a liminal?

Danny: all of you, of course! Otherwise you wouldnt need to learn about it, obviously

Robin: and why would we trust you?

Danny: did i mention i have a pet ghost dog?

Robin: …you drive a hard bargain

Danny, fist pumping: yes! That's three!

Nightwing: four, you got me when you could understand B's grunting

Red Hood, arrived with nightwing: five, assuming you arent lying about the pit rage

Danny, hand to his chest: i would never!

Orphan: honesty. Earnest. New brother.

Oracle, over comms: six. The anti ecto acts are legit and im terrified for his safety, assuming he's phantom, who is the vigilante of amity park

Spoiler, arrived with orphan: seven, as long as youre down for a few pranks

Batman: hn (ive been outvoted)

Batman: hnn (i dont wanna hear any jokes about adoption habits when you all forced my hand)

Batman: hn (that said)

Batman: welcome to the family

Duke, the next day: man, i miss out on everything exciting.

Duke, blinded by danny: and who the fuck told bruce he could adopt the fucking sun?!

[vtomleni]

I feel really bad for girl Jeri. Call me low on reading comprehension/media literacy or whatever, but like. If she got pregnant young (maybe even teenager) and was hiding it, she wouldn't go for any medical help, nor would boy Jerry... which means that she gave birth without any anesthesia and medical help!! It must've been fucking awful, horrid, painful and overall traumatising experience.

Also, like, the way she starts to sob whether sex and pregnancy mentioned, the way she screams "Stephanie! No!!" when Steph and Pete about to have sex. She warns Steph, not Steph and Pete, she specifically tries to stop the girl from having sex. The way she says "Teen pregnancy is not a joke! [...] You're gonna end up with the child before you're ready! You will have to dropout of school! Your parents will disown you!" and looks dead serious, sad, and...idk worried, rueful, remorseful. And, i think, the most obvious one, "where you will raise the child? In the woods?!" She's clearly projecting onto Steph. Jeri associating sex with pregnancy and pregnancy with da baby and it's murders. It's a chain of associations and literally almost every link is traumatizing to her. She feels responsible for her son's murders (because she does enable him), she is the one to try calling into police, she is the one who doesn't want to lie to child's parents, and she has to be coerced, lied and threatened into cooperation by boy Jerry. She, not surprisingly, got sexual trauma from these events, she even responds to sexual advances of a guy that blackmailing her and degrading her! I'm not saying that ppl cannot have these kind of kinks without trauma, but it's not talked-about-before-consensual kink here, she's stunned and overwhelmed by discovering bodies, feeling guilty for hiding bodies, feeling horny and feeling guilty and ashamed for feeling horny to truly process and being able to consent to things.

By the way, the fact that boy Jerry doesn't give shit about her also makes me feel bad for her. Like, he very clearly projecting and tells his own thoughts and feelings when "scolding" Pete, so that means that he feels jealous over, and is sexually attracted to Jeri, but looking at Jerry's actions he doesn't respect or trust Jeri, he threatens and blackmails her, he constantly takes control of the situation and assumes that she will obey him, simply put - he's awful to her. And something i noticed when listening to "Hatchet town" from Npmd on repeat is that there's line when citizens accuse boy Jerry and he LITERALLY says "no! it's girl Jeri! that dirty girl!" and like, that could be written in just for a joke but in character it would render boy Jerry as a fucking traitor and a coward. Not too surprising considering all that he does in abstinence camp, but goddammit, he's despicable.

Like, I'm not saying that what she done is okay or morality right, but i empathise with her, like she literally GAVE BIRTH IN THE GODDAMN WOODS.

[bluesidez]

GymRat!Miguel Part 7

content warning: mentions of blood, some violence, FINALLY 18+ so MDNI, dry humping 😁, like a smidge of fluff, some Spanish (as always, correct me if I'm wrong)

word count: 2.3k (we're back with some sense)

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Gabriel jumped as the grand doors slammed closed.

The room was quiet minus Kron groaning on the floor.

“I’m going to kill him!” he shouts, hand trying to cover his bloodied nose.

“If you try, you’ll be disowned,” Tyler frowned down at him. Gabriel had never seen him without a smile on his face. It was scary yet familiar. It was times like this that Gabriel was reminded that he and Miguel were different.

“Dad, are you fucking serious? He just assaulted me!” Kron cried in disbelief as Nancy tried her best to clean his face.

“It was nothing you didn’t deserve. Surely, you’re grateful that I pulled him away.”

“Tyler. Our son is hurt! And bleeding out on my expensive carpet,” Nancy bit back, snapping at a butler to bring her a health kit.

“My other son is also hurt,” Tyler replies with his voice even, looking at Nancy and Kron as if they’ve lost it.

Gabriel could see George tense up at Tyler’s acknowledgement of Miguel as his.

“All this time and effort spent on putting this whole thing together and for what? What did I gain?” Tyler said lowly as he took his glasses off.

“I’ve spent two decades raising you and the older you’ve gotten, the more you have disappointed me. Twenty years spending dollar after dollar on your schooling and wellbeing. Ten years of watching you grow. Ten more years of watching you drift and become someone I’m not sure I can even call mine. What happened to my boy? What have you done with him?”

Gabriel was outwardly wary of what would happen next. Internally though? He was bullet-pointing every dig.

His name wasn’t Gossip Gabriel for nothing.

He watched as Kron shook on the floor. A simple hangnail could probably make him breakdown.

“Almost two decades I’ve watched from the sidelines as my son grew up without me. I watched as another man took my place. I watched as my careless actions were formed into a son that I could not connect to, talk to, or even hold. So please, forgive me if the few times, no, the one time I have the opportunity to build that connection, I am furious that it is ruined by my eldest son and his entitlement.”

“Entitlement!? What entitlement? Every time I say something it’s wrong, but Miguel is all of a sudden this perfect son that you wish you had. I wasn’t the one that ran that girl away.”

“Watch it, boy,” Conchata hisses.

“No, you watch it!” Nancy snapped back.

“Silence!” Tyler’s voice boomed throughout the house. “What all of you fail to realize is that the special guests have been iced out of my home! Kron, I may not have been there for you at every moment, but I have never taught you to disrespect women like you’ve done tonight. You owe several apologies.”

“You cheated on mom to have a bastard baby.”

Gabriel only blinks as Tyler moves to hit Kron in the mouth. Just as fast as Miguel.

“And what your mother fails to tell you is that she cheated first. I am not perfect, but neither was she.”

“Escandaloso,” Gabriel leans over to whisper to Dana.

“It would be best for us to talk after you’ve gone to the hospital. Make haste, lest you make me angry, son,” Tyler says with venom-coated words.

Nancy, with help from one of the butlers, scrambled to get Kron up and out of the door.

Tyler took a deep breath and put his glasses back on. He turned to Conchata as started to unbutton his cufflinks.

“Conchata,” he said. “Level with me, what did you really not like about Miguel’s girlfriend tonight? I know you too well and her weight is not the problem. She’s beautiful, intelligent, talented, and we can both see that Miguel loves her.”

It was Conchata’s turn to look shocked. She looked around to everyone staring at her, waiting for a proper answer.

She stuttered trying to get her sentences out, “Why am I being held to the fire right now?”

“Ma, I’m not sure if you remember, but you quite literally criticized her body and expression,” Gabriel said. He was never afraid to step up to her when it came to Miguel, he just had to gauge how far he could go.

“I didn’t intend to do that,” Conchata starts.

“Honey, you stopped her from eating her food,” George chides. “It doesn’t get any worse than that.”

Conchata was silent as she sat back down, staring at the centerpiece, “I just-”

“No puedo creer que fueras tan grosera con ella, Conchata. Miguelito is right. You should be ashamed,” Gabriel’s abuela said. (I can’t believe you were so rude to her, Conchata.)

She got up and came to Conchata’s side, “You have fussed at him all his life. Nothing he did was ever good enough for you. You can not choose now to try and control him.”

“Tyler, can you have someone take me back home? Oh! And pack me one of those yummy cherries too,” she said as she gave him a hug and a pat on the cheek. She then proceeded to give everyone a goodbye but her daughter.

“I truly apologize for this hectic night,” Tyler announced to the room. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go see how I can make this up to Miguel. You all can use my home however you need.”

Gabriel cleared his throat now that he was left in a room with his parents and Dana, “Well. Did you guys like the meal?”

“I thought the filet mignon was fabulous,” Dana replied.

They leaned together and giggled.

Gabriel had a lot to spill to Miguel.

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You wake up unbelievably warm, the bed sheets piled on top of you. You lift your head from the thick pillow, and waited as the AC hit your face.

Sun was coming in through the cracks of the drapes. It was all quiet except for the light snore coming from Miguel’s side of the bed.

You turn to him and he’s out from under the covers, bare muscly back to the world. You swallow around nothing as you watch the ripples of his muscles move with his breath.

Who knew you were going to wake up to this delicious sight?

You move quietly, shuffling to the bathroom to pee and freshen up. You felt miles better than you did last night. You felt even better as the memories come back to you. Your boyfriend really took a stand for you.

When you walk out the bathroom, you don’t expect Miguel to be sitting up on the edge of the bed, bed head and sleepy eyes.

“Are you up? I didn’t mean to wake you,” you say, voice light and soft.

“I moved over and you weren’t there,” Miguel yawned. “Couldn’t go back to sleep ‘till I found out where you went.”

You shuffle to his side of the bad, “Just went to the bathroom.”

He opened his legs and pulled you in. He laid his head on your chest, kissing the skin through the fabric as placed his hands on your ass.

“G’morning,” he said, voice scratchy.

“Morning to you too,” you said while scratching his head.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, peering up at you.

You give him a small smile, “I’m feeling better.”

“Yeah?”

You nod your head, bringing your hands to the nape of his neck. You twirl your finger is his hair absentmindedly.

He puckers his lips, waiting expectantly. You giggle and lean down pecking his lips.

GymRat!Miguel who hurries and brushes his teeth, wanting to continue this mood. You were rocking one of his shirts and some panties. He still wanted to see if the offer from last night was still up.

GymRat!Miguel who crowds your space on the bed, hovering over you as he kisses your lips. He’s feeling particularly ravenous and all he wants is you. Your grip on his shoulders becomes tighter as he slots his tongue in your mouth.

GymRat!Miguel who is definitely a virgin. Sure, he spent his free time researching how to make you feel good. He even shyly asked Peter for advice. It still doesn’t negate the fact that he has put none of these things to use.

He pauses as things start to get even more heated, sharing this news with you. You’re a little shocked but you promise him it’s fine to take it slow. You have never done penetrative sex with anyone either. Feeling more relaxed, he dives right back in.

GymRat!Miguel who has you grinding above him. Your clothed sex slides against his, two layers of cotton separating you both. You’re whining against mouth as he moves your hips. He’s humming at every noise you make.

As much as he wants to go further, he has a need to fulfill your desire first.

Plus, he was dumb enough not to bring a condom.

He opens his mouth to take a nipple in through your sweater. It’s thick, but he sucks hard enough to get the job done. He watches as you tilt your head back and moan loader, hips stuttering.

Miguel watches you in awe. He’s never seen you like this before. So needy for him. It was a contrast to how you usually let him take, take, take.

He moves quick to lay you on top of him, finally getting his dream of you over him.

“Miguel?” you ask, wary of your weight.

“Nuh uh, baby keep going. Don’t stop,” Miguel says, swerving your hip along his.

You fall down from a sharp buck of Miguel’s hips, moaning from the friction and holding your hands against the headboard.

Miguel was in heaven watching you roll your hips faster and faster.

GymRat!Miguel who flips you over as soon as you come. He is grinding better against as you lay on your back. Your tits ate bouncing under his sweater with every jerk. He wanted to take it off, but you were still a bit self-conscious.

For now, it was fine because you looked so good in his clothes, nipples hard and ready just for him to devour. In the future, he hoped to have you see how beautiful you are in his eyes.

You’re sensitive, thighs tightening around his waist. He softly moves one of them, gaining better access for his bulge to slide against your clothed clit.

“Miguel!” you cry, voice high.

“Give me another one, come on,” he says, mouth moving to your ear. “You’re doing so good. Just need one more.”

He feels you nod your head, arms wrapping around his neck.

You yell his name as you come again, thighs shaking.

GymRat!Miguel who comes through his underwear on top of you. He pulls your sweater up a tad to watch some liquid pool on your stomach.

“Fuck,” he heaves, smearing it with his thumb. You were fluttering against him softly.

You were laid out under him coming down from your high. Your breaths were slowing down and you were looking at him, blissed out.

This was better than his dream.

He rubbed up and down your bare thighs, watching as they twitched when he grazed your inner thighs. He walked his fingers down to your panties, running his knuckles over your mound. The fabric was wet, evidence of what you two just did.

He starts to pull the fabric tight, watching as your folds imprint through the cotton.

What a pretty sight. Your body so open with his cum on your smooth skin.

Mine. All mine.

He’s about to press against your clit again until you say something.

“Huh?” Miguel asks, in a daze.

“I asked if you could go get a wet towel,” you say.

“Shit. I’m so sorry, baby,” he says, frantic movements as he hobbled out of the bed. He was acting like an idiot, gawking at you instead of talking.

GymRat!Miguel who realizes that he put you both in a sticky situation as he wipes your stomach off.

“It’s fine. ‘Was hot,” you whisper, completely flushed.

“Yeah? You liked it?” Miguel asked, giddy.

You nod your head, “You made me feel really good, so yes, I did like it.”

“Is that so?” Miguel mumbles, leaning close to your face. “Might have to do more next time.”

“More? Like what?”

“Like finally getting you to sit on my face,” he says in your ear. He finally got you to put your weight on him, all he needed was that final push.

“Oh my god,” you drone, covering your face dramatically.

“What? Baby, it’ll be so fun! I promise!”

GymRat!Miguel who finally checks his phone while you both wait on room service.

Abuela 💕:

“Miguelito!”

“Call me when you can!”

“dile a mi muñeca que mi casa es su casa!” (tell my doll that my home is her home)

“And I don’t want any new grandbabies so soon so control yourself”

Pa:

“Miguel I hope you can forgive your mother”

“She needs some time”

“I’ll be sure to talk to her”

“It was also lovely to meet your girlfriend”

“I’m proud of you mijo”

Gabri 🤏🏽🤡:

“Bro”

“You missed SO MUCH!”

“BDHDHDHDJEBE”

“I wish I could have streamed it”

“Tyler SWUNG KRON’S BODY TO THE SIDE….”

“Ok no but fr”

“It’s def confirmed that you’re Tyler’s favorite 🤷🏽‍♂️”

“Kron got socked in the mouth by Tyler”

“That’s def where you get your punches from ngl”

“OMG”

“Did you know that Nancy cheated on Tyler first?”

“Crazy. Ik. You don’t have to say anything”

“Anyway”

“Tell my girl I said gn 😁 her breakfast in bed will be waiting on her”

Dana:

“Your dad’s kinda hot”

“Tyler not George”

“But you know who’s hotter?”

“Your gf”

“Give her my number. Plz and ty”

Dad….Tyler:

“Son I sincerely apologize for this terrible evening.”

“Kron will be reprimanded. No need to worry about that. You only taught him a valuable lesson in reality.”

“If I can, may I make it up to you?”

“I added a few more days to the hotel.”

“And my doors are, of course, always open to you.”

“Please reach out to me soon.”

Ma:

“Miguel please come home”

“I need to talk to you”

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WOULD YOU LOVE ME IF I WAS A WORM?.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ S. BLACK

SUMMARY ৎ୭ sirius black has survived detentions, duels, and even mcgonagall’s wrath—but nothing could’ve prepared him for the ultimate relationship test: the worm question. one wrong answer, and now he’s fighting for his life

WARNINGS ಇ. sirius being an absolute idiot, the ultimate test of true love: the worm question, fluff

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The Gryffindor common room was alive with its usual evening buzz. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the scattered armchairs and sofas where students unwound after a long day. Yet, something was distinctly different about this particular evening, and it wasn’t just the sight of Remus Lupin trying to hide a smile behind his book.

Sirius Black—usually the life of the party, the source of everyone's laughter—was pacing the room with the expression of a man who had just been told he was being disowned (again).

The reason? You, his usually forgiving and smitten girlfriend, were sitting on the opposite end of the sofa, glaring at him with the intensity of a thousand howlers. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife—or at least thick enough for Lily Evans to finally take notice.

“What’s going on with you two?” she asked, setting down her Muggle novel and looking between you and Sirius with a raised eyebrow.

James perked up immediately. “Yeah, Pads, why do you look like a puppy that’s been kicked? Did you finally tell her that awful joke about the werewolf and the moon?”

Remus shot him a look. “Don’t even think about it, James.”

But Sirius was too busy grovelling to engage in their usual banter. “It wasn’t a joke! I was just being honest!” he exclaimed, his voice tinged with the kind of desperation that made Peter look up from his sweets.

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest and shooting him a look that could have curdled milk. “Honest? You call that honesty? You could have at least pretended to be romantic!”

Peter, munching on a chocolate frog, looked between the two of you in confusion. “What did you do, Pads?”

Lily leaned in closer. “Yeah, what did you say that was so terrible?”

You finally looked up from your magazine, fixing Sirius with a glare that could melt the snow on the highest peak of the Forbidden Forest. “Do you want to tell them, or should I?”

Sirius opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again—like a fish out of water. “It’s not that bad…”

“Not that bad?” you scoffed, slamming the magazine shut. “I asked him a simple, hypothetical question—”

“A trap,” Sirius interjected quickly, holding up a finger. “A trap disguised as a question.”

You ignored him, continuing as if he hadn’t spoken. “I asked if he would still love me if I were a worm.”

A beat of silence.

Then, James erupted into laughter, nearly toppling out of his chair. “A worm? You asked him if he’d still love you if you were a worm?”

Remus was struggling to keep a straight face, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked between you and Sirius. “And… what did you say, Sirius?”

Sirius looked pained. “I… I said no.”

James fell out of his chair for real this time, clutching his sides as he howled with laughter.

Lily, however, looked scandalized. “You said no?”

Sirius nodded helplessly. “But—”

Lily cut him off with a look of pure betrayal. “Why would you say no? She asked you if you would still love her as a worm, Sirius! The correct answer is always yes!”

“I know that now!” Sirius exclaimed, looking around the room as if begging for backup. “But at the time, I wasn’t thinking about the emotional implications! I was thinking about the logistics!”

James was gasping for air, tears streaming down his face as he tried to compose himself. “Oh Merlin, this is too good. Padfoot, mate, you’ve really done it this time.”

“What logistics?” you demanded, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s not that complicated! Would you still love me or not?”

Sirius threw his hands up in the air. “But you’d be a worm! How am I supposed to know it’s you? What if I accidentally step on you, or you get eaten by a bird? And what would we even do together? It’s not like we could… I don’t know, go on dates or—”

You rolled your eyes so hard you could’ve seen the back of your skull. “That’s not the point, Sirius! The point is that you didn’t even hesitate to say no. I could’ve been anything—a cat, a dog, a bloody flobberworm—and you just shot me down!”

Sirius threw his hands up in the air. “Well, yeah! I mean, how am I supposed to love a worm? It doesn’t even have a face! Or a personality! It’s just… squirmy and gross!”

You shot him a withering look. “So that’s it, then? You’re only with me because I have a face?”

“Wha—no!” Sirius spluttered, eyes wide. “That’s not what I meant at all!”

Remus, barely containing his amusement, decided to chime in. “Pads, I think what she’s trying to say is that you should’ve said yes, no matter how ridiculous the question was.”

Sirius looked like he was having an existential crisis. “But it’s a worm! How am I supposed to kiss a worm? Or hold hands? Or—”

You cut him off, your voice icy. “Oh, so that’s all I am to you? Someone to kiss and hold hands with?”

Sirius’s eyes widened in alarm. “No! That’s not it at all!”

James was now thoroughly enjoying the show. “Sounds like it to me, Pads. You’re only in it for the snogging.”

Peter, ever the peacemaker, tried to step in. “I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that…”

But you were on a roll now, standing up from the sofa and glaring down at Sirius, who was still kneeling in front of you. “If I were a worm, Sirius, I’d have a heart, even if it’s small and squishy! But apparently, that’s not enough for you!”

Sirius, now in full panic mode, reached for your hands, trying to make you sit back down. “But I don’t want you to be a worm! I love you as you are—human, beautiful, with a proper face!”

You yanked your hands back, crossing your arms again. “So you only love me because I’m not a worm. Not because of who I am.”

Remus snickered behind his book. “You’re in deep now, mate.”

Sirius shot him a desperate look. “Not helping, Moony.”

Remus decided to step in. “Sirius, you have to understand—these questions aren’t about the actual scenario. It’s about the sentiment behind them. She was looking for reassurance that your love is unconditional.”

Sirius threw his hands up. "But it was a worm! I thought honesty was important!"

You finally looked up, narrowing your eyes at him. "Honesty? You just admitted you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm, Sirius. That’s not honesty, that’s cruelty!"

Peter piped up, "But… how would he know if the worm was you?"

Everyone turned to Peter, who shrinked slightly under the attention. "I mean… if you were a worm, how would Sirius know? And… does a worm even have feelings?"

Lily shakes her head, still laughing. "You boys are impossible. The worm is a metaphor, you idiot!”

Sirius rubbed the back of his head, still looking confused. “A metaphor for what?”

You sighed, leaning back against the sofa cushions. “For love, Sirius. For whether or not you’d love me no matter what.”

Realization dawned on Sirius’s face, and he looked genuinely horrified. “Oh… Oh. I see now.”

James, having finally caught his breath, piped up, “Well, it’s a bit late for that, isn’t it? You’ve got to make it up to her now, Padfoot.”

Peter nodded sagely. “You really messed up this time, Sirius. Girls don’t just ask you if you’d love them as a worm for no reason.”

Sirius turned to you, eyes wide with desperation. “Okay, I get it now. I was wrong. I should’ve said yes. I should’ve said I’d love you even if you were the slimiest, wriggliest worm in the world.”

You raised an eyebrow, letting him squirm under your gaze for a moment before speaking. “And why should I believe you?”

“Because,” Sirius said, his voice softening as he took your hands in his, “I love you. And I don’t care if you’re a worm, or a dog, or a… or a Blast-Ended Skrewt. I love you for who you are, not what you are. And if you were a worm, I’d find a way to make it work. I’d carry you around in a little jar, and I’d protect you from birds, and… and I’d even learn what worms like to eat!”

But you weren’t having it. “Too late for that, Black. You’ve already made your feelings clear.”

James leaned back in his chair with a smug grin. “You know, Pads, if you’d just said yes in the first place, you wouldn’t be in this mess. But now, she knows your true feelings.”

Sirius turned back to you, his expression one of pure, unadulterated pleading. “Please, love, I’m sorry. I was just being stupid. You know I’d love you no matter what, even if you were… I don’t know, a Blast-Ended Skrewt!”

You blinked at him. “A Blast-Ended Skrewt?”

Sirius nodded earnestly. “Yes! Anything but a worm!”

Remus couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer. “And you think that’s better?”

Sirius groaned, running his hands through his hair again. “Okay, bad example. But you get what I mean, right? I’m sorry. I love you—worm, human, Skrewt, whatever.”

You paused, staring down at him as he knelt before you, looking thoroughly pathetic. The room was silent, all eyes on you as they waited to see what you would do next.

Finally, you sighed and sat back down, though you still kept your arms crossed. “Fine. I forgive you. But you’d better start thinking before you answer stupid questions in the future.”

Sirius beamed, his relief palpable as he quickly scooted closer to you on the sofa. “I promise! No more stupid answers!”

James leaned over, whispering to Remus. “Bet he’ll say yes to anything she asks now.”

Remus smirked. “No doubt about it.”

Sirius, now fully back in your good graces, wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your temple. “So, just to be clear… I’d love you no matter what, even if you were a worm. A very cute worm.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, though you tried to hide it. “Good. Because if you ever hesitate again, I might just have to turn you into one.”

Sirius laughed, pulling you closer. “And I’d still find a way to love you.”

James, watching the two of you, sighed dramatically. “Merlin, if this is what love is like, maybe I’m better off single.”

Lily rolled her eyes, nudging him playfully. “Oh, please. You’d have said the same thing if I’d asked you.”

James grinned, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “You wouldn’t have to ask. I’d love you no matter what.”

Lily blushed, playfully shoving him away. “You’re ridiculous.”

James smirked. “So, Sirius, if she were a Blast-Ended Skrewt—”

“No,” Sirius said quickly, “We are not going down that road again.”

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BIG OL GIANT WALL OF PITAYAVERSE ASKS

My ask box is OVERFLOWING (thanks y'all, btw!! i appreciate it :D), so in an effort to clear it out I'll be answering all the ones that don't require a doodle here on long posts like this, starting with Pitayaverse related ones! There's about 22 in total(mostly being about Tails), so brace yourselves :'D

@stories-i-guess

Bad-Dum-Tsshh!!

TAILS IN SUCKS RELATED ASKS:

This is very true but also VERY VERY BAD. TAILS IS A KID HIMSELF HE HAS NO BUSINESS RAISING A CHILD

It should also be said that to his credit, Knuckles IS doing a good job of keeping her safe and fed. He just is way too caught up in trying to train her to be the next guardian and also doesn't see much of a point in silly things like going to the doctor. This is where Tails steps in to basically co-parent in place of Sonic, who's sometimes busy saving the world and sometimes just procrastinating.

[Referring to this post]

Oh, they disowned Sonic a looong time ago. They expecting these kind of shenanigans from him - they're more so ready to give Mighty an earful over it!

@lowkeuu

LOL. Yes :')

@tiger-diamond-04

THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING!!!!! bro shoulda been at the playground, not raising a kid 😭

[Referring to this post] or [Referring to this post] (I think :'])

HE DOES TOO... to be fair, Nine is just Tails if he were a walking crash out which. Pitayaverse Tails IS walking a very thin line of becoming at any given moment too

@angninjin

The cycle repeats itself 🥲 My poor boy, ong we gotta get you outta there </3

@thecustomcosplayed

The life in his eyes disappeared SO FAST bro 😭 What parentification will do to a mfer

Oh, the way he and Amy WOULD just talk shit all the time. She's usually busy having her fantastical adventure romance subplot with Blaze in Sol, but she does on occasion get time to catch up with the boys and she just lets Tails go OFF. It's such a weight off his shoulders every time :')

Also, jokes aside, Knuckles is genuinely very focused on Pitaya and spends a lot of time with her. He's just so so happy to actually have another echidna around, someone he can pass down all his knowledge to <3

TAILS FANKID RELATED ASKS:

The "pulling a Sonic" has basically already happened with him and Pitaya, honestly! He very much denies it, but a good Dad Joke has him in stitches every single time.

@smizzik

SEE IF IT WERE ANY OTHER AU I WOULD BECAUSE I FIND THIS IDEA REALLY REALLY RIDICULOUSLY CUTE,,,,, it mirrors how he adopted Sonic as his older brother and everything but,,,,, rAHHH I just can't here, I desperately need it to be fully his decision to have a kid

If I do end up having him adopt a child I think this might be the route I go with. Have him slowly warm up to the idea and decide that yes, this IS what he wants. Very cute!

YESSSS!!!! Oh and you just KNOW she would be so hyped. She would do anything and everything for that child

OTHER PARENTS BEHAVIOUR RELATED ASKS:

@cheeseburgerhelper

It sure did! :)))))) Sonic and Knuckles spend a significant amount of her childhood being split up but still trying to make something work. Usually they'd just get frustrated with each other and start fighting over whether or not she should be the next guardian. They got a lot better when they actually split up for good and even went back to being good friends, but still, the damage was long done. She always feels like no matter what she does, she'll disappoint one or both of them. Luckily she had Tails and the Chaotix to be there for her :')

(And thank you! They absolutely are spoiled by their uncles, they love those lil critters SO much haha)

Mighty is a fantastic dad, but Sonic has also cleaned up his act! It's amazing what 22 years can do for your growth and maturity!

Me and my sister love to joke that Mighty "fixed him," but honestly, it's very much to do with the fact that they just have way more compatible lifestyles. They're both happy to move about and adventure, so now they just bring their baby girl with them to all the best camping spots they've been to over the years <3

@peachontoast

Shadow is a really good dad to Echo! He does struggle with expressing his own emotions so maybe he doesn't express his love as often as he should, but he's really good at listening to others' emotions and being a good support. I think Shadow is, in general, a lot more emotionally intelligent than a lot of people give him credit for!

@goblinbuckets

I dont think they did either, and yet here they are anyway🥲 Thank you so much, though! :D

ASSORTED ASKS:

@hikingsuper

Thank you! I unfortunately don't know much about Trip, and most definitely not enough to make a call on how she'd react :'D But that's a really, really cute idea! Pitaya could always use some more aunties in her life <3

Very fun idea!! I've seen others do the grandpa Shadow bit, and it cracks me up every time. I don't know if I'll make it canon, but fell free to headcanon something like this!

Also. The idea that Echo inherits her dad's dogshit naming skills is KILLING me. That's hilarious :'D

LOL, depends! If you ask Vector, then absolutely that's his grandbabies and he spoils them accordingly. If you ask Espio, then it's a flat out no.

Vector only stops calling them his grandbabies when Espio and Charmy start calling him "Old Man" and "Gramps." Suddenly he doesn't find it as fun anymore lmao

@riverthesheepless

OOHHH, this is such an interesting question!

I'm of the opinion that Silver is, by far, the most OP character in Sonic's roster of friends. He could level a city if he really wanted to. But his Achilles' heel is that he consistently underestimates his opponents and gets careless. So I think that he could wipe the floor with anyone he wants to, but at the same time, almost any character could also realistically beat him.

I haven't had the chance to mention it anywhere, but Pitaya does have a power - she has bullet punches. Think mantis shrimp style. She hits fast as hell and hard as hell. I think that someone as disciplined and trained as her could probably kick Silver's shit in so fast if 1) she takes the right approach and 2) Silver underestimates her or lets his guard down (which he probably would)

TL;DR: It depends on who is more serious about winning that day!

(also full credit to my sister for the bullet punch idea, it's so smart)

[carisisrolledupsleeves]

“there is no way anyone is that innocent” with sonny? also can you include overstim + multiple orgasms for reader? thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️

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ooops this turned out to be really long hehe but i hope you like it! thanks for the request!

It’s been years since you had seen Sonny. After college, you had left to study abroad, and ended up staying. You had met someone, and had started your first serious relationship. Apart from visiting for Christmas, you had not been back home. 

But the break-up had been horrendous and so you packed up your stuff and returned to New York, to the comfort of your loved ones, to lick your wounds. 

The occasion was less than ideal. Your sister’s nuptials. For her sake, you kept a brave face, did everything to help her with the fairytale wedding she had always dreamed of. Your family being devout catholics as well as Italian, it had to be proper and perfect down to the smallest detail. 

And it ended up being exactly that. Although Sonny’s presence, and the fact that he looked incredibly handsome in his suit, was threatening to distract you for the entire ceremony. The priest hadn’t even gotten to the opening prayer yet and your eyes wandered, meeting his gaze as you stood by your sister’s side. He smiled in a way that made you blush, and remember all the things you had done with each other as teenagers, things your parents would probably disown you for if they ever found out. 

Following the ceremony, you had been too busy to even sit down, let alone think further about the way his lips had lingered on your upper jaw as he had kissed you on the cheek. Or the way he had whispered ‘You look so beautiful’ before your aunt pulled you away towards the car waiting to take you to the estate your family had booked for the celebrations.

But now that most of the formalities are over and the guests are eating, drinking, and dancing, you have snuck away to take some much needed drags from your vape pen, the kind filled with something other than nicotine. 

‘If you don’t share, I’ll tell.’ a male voice says behind you and you smile, turning around to see Sonny.

He looks even sexier now. He had lost the tie, and his shirt is unbuttoned just right, a bit of chest hair is peeking out. His hair no longer in its perfectly gelled state, having played with the kids in attendance all afternoon, giving countless of piggy-back rides. You catch yourself staring once more. 

‘Our parents would literally kill us.’ you hand him the vape.

‘Our parents would kill us for a lot of things, even fifteen years later.’ Sonny smirks as he takes a drag.

‘I’ll just say you seduced me.’ you shrug, reveling in the way he flirts with you.

‘And now? Seems you’re the one seducing me.’ he waves the pen at you and you snatch it from his hand.

‘I would never. All the naughty stuff? You taught me. I’d probably still be a virgin if it wasn’t for you, Sonny.’ you joke and he laughs out loud. 

‘Ohhhhh. Right. So that ex-boyfriend of yours was gonna wait ‘til marriage, huh?’ Sonny chuckles and you continue to tease.

‘Hmmm. Now I’m almost thirty and single and no one wants me because you ruined me.’ 

Sonny steps closer. ‘I want you.’ he whispers. ‘I’ve always wanted you.’

You take a deep breath. He isn’t joking around any longer. And the smug grin disappears from your face as you take in the serious implications of his words, and his actions as he lifts his hand to cup your cheek, your lips suddenly only inches apart. 

‘Sonny, I-’ you’re about to lean in when someone shouts your name. It’s your mom. Fuck. 

He sighs as you pull away, and you give him an apologetic look as you rush back towards the wedding party before your mother catches you with him, and the weed. Adult or not, you’re still a child and probably always will be when it comes to your parents, especially as the youngest daughter. 

You hate to leave him, the urge to be near him even more compelling now after his confession. There’s always been something between you. Yes, you had been kids back then; exploring, being curious, with a decent amount of teenage rebellion on top of it. Still, you would have never done this with just any boy. Sonny and you had always been each other’s first crushes, and there had always been a level of trust and intimacy with him you had not been able to find with anyone that came after. The joking, the teasing, even now it seemed you picked up right where you had left off. 

Being the younger sister of the bride aka running the errands and doing the things the maid of honor is too important to do, you are sent to get the lash glue they forgot in your room earlier. As you rummage through the mess you left behind when getting ready, there’s a knock on the door. 

‘Ugh, hang on!’ you grumble, opening this and that bag to search.

Another knock. God, fake lashes falling off can’t be that much of an emergency. 

‘Wait!’ you yell, getting annoyed.

‘Waited long enough.’ you hear Sonny’s voice say outside the door.

Oh. Oh. You drop the makeup bag back on the table and more or less leap for the door. The moment you open it, Sonny pushes into the room, pressing a heated kiss onto your lips, and you wrap your arms around his neck. You aren’t even surprised that he followed you, and that this is happening right now. In all honesty, you had hoped for it, even dreamed about it, from the second you found out he was coming to the wedding. Now, as his hands wander over your body, it’s more than obvious that he had been too. Reaching back behind him between kisses, you lock the door, and he smiles against your lips. 

‘Hmmm, guess I was right.’ he mumbles, his voice low.

‘Right about what?’ you ask sheepishly, pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders. 

‘That there’s no way anyone is that innocent.’ Sonny starts fumbling with the zipper of your dress and you turn around, making it easier for him. 

‘What do you mean? I’m a good catholic girl.’ his warm hands glide down your back as he pulls it down, revealing your dark red lace underwear. 

‘Good catholic girl, huh?’ his fingers trace along the fabric, underneath the waistband of your thong, pulling it before letting it snap back. ‘Did you put this on hoping I would take it off? I know you did. So innocent.’ 

You turn back to face him, your dress falling to the floor. Sonny draws in a sharp breath, taking in the sight of you, and you can feel the heat spreading throughout your entire body. The look in his eyes is a mixture of that boyish gleam of anticipation and the confidence of a man who knows exactly what he wants.

‘I have no idea what you’re talking about.’ you taunt, making him laugh, but you kiss him again, with more force this time, turning his laugh into a moan. 

Truth is, nothing has ever been innocent about you when it came to him. And yet it feels so different now that you aren’t kids anymore. Even with your ex you hadn’t felt like this. It does scare you, even though it excites you at the same time. You start unbuttoning his shirt, your hands on his body like magnets, discovering just how much he has grown from an awkward, lanky boy into a man. Not that you didn’t love the awkward, lanky boy just as much. 

Your fingers wrap around his erection as your hands reach down his pants and he hisses, walking you backwards to the bed, unhooking your bra in the process. 

‘I really…have no idea…what you’re talking about.’ you repeat as you begin to pump him, endlessly thrilled by how you can already feel him leaking pre-cum, and dying to have him inside you. 

But it seems Sonny has other plans. Pushing you down on the mattress he forces you to withdraw from him, and he gets down on his knees, pulling your hips toward him, and all of a sudden his face is merely inches away from your lace-covered center. He’s so close you can feel his breath, making you shiver. 

‘Lie down.’ Sonny orders softly and you do as he asks. ‘Good girl.’ he whispers in response, and you just about soak your panties at his words.

Not that it matters, since he grabs the piece of clothing and pulls them off with one swift motion, tossing them aside. And there you are now, naked on the bed in front of him, and his long fingers slip over your clit, down your folds, playing with your wetness. Your moan is louder than you had anticipated as it leaves your mouth, and your body trembles at the prospect of what’s to come. You look down at him as Sonny spreads your legs open, his eyes staring into yours as his tongue darts out to taste you.

‘Fuck baby, you taste even more delicious than I remember.’ he purrs, again letting his tongue roll over your pussy, again making you moan. 

‘Sonny…oh my God!’ you whimper, and he grabs your thighs, settling between your legs. 

You nearly pass out. All you can do is lie there and hold on to the sheets as his adept mouth continues to work on your cunt. His tongue delves into you, drawing more slick, fucking into you softly before he’s back on your clit, and you can feel him spread your lips some more to get better access. Applying just the right amount of pressure he massages your nub, and you can’t help but reach down to run your fingers through his hair, pulling ever so slightly as he makes you shudder with every flick of his tongue. 

‘Mmm I could spend all day between your legs. I missed you.’ he groans, and you can hear his own arousal in his voice.    

You swallow hard, your pulse quickening as he keeps going, sucking on your clit while he plunges two fingers into you. 

‘Ugh, shit! Sonny! Please…’ you beg, arching your back as he starts pumping his fingers in and out, curling over your gspot.

‘What, my love?’ he asks, looking up at you curiously but you know he knows what it is you want.

‘Please…’ your voice getting more and more shaky as he picks up the pace.

‘Please, what?’ Sonny grins, licking your slit up and down, his face already wet with your juices. Oh, what a sight.

‘Please, fuck me.’ your flushed face turning even more red. You’ve never said this to a man out loud. 

‘I’m not done here yet. Not by a long shot. You gotta be patient. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?’ Sonny mumbles, his fingers pulling back a little to toy with your wet opening before shoving them back in, making you cry out in pleasure. 

You’re getting close. And you know he can feel it, in the way you grip at his hair, in the way you grind yourself against him, in the way you can’t help but clench around his fingers. 

‘It f-feels so g-good, Sonny.’ you breathe, as he mouths at your pussy, his tongue flat against you, licking from bottom to top, seemingly not getting enough of your taste. 

His fingers fuck into you harder and faster, as he focuses on your most sensitive spots. The feeling of his tongue on you paired with his pretty moans, the way he is getting so much pleasure from satisfying you, it’s all too much. You can feel the wave rolling in, your thighs beginning to shake. He had given you your first orgasm ever, and it had been so unexpected, you’d had no idea what was happening. Even the ones after had taken you by surprise, and you had mostly been shy about it. For some reason, you had always held back, especially with your other lovers, or they just hadn’t been as good at getting you there. Now back with Sonny, it was different. You are losing control and truth be told, you don’t know if you’re ready for it. 

However, you can’t stop it. The spring that’s been coiling tightly in your stomach from the second he started touching you, releases and you shake, trying your best to stifle a loud moan. You whimper and attempt to get away from Sonny’s mouth, his fingers that are still sliding in and out of you. It’s too much. It’s all too much. You sigh and finally push him away, closing your legs as you shiver. 

‘Hey…’ he exhales softly, grabbing your waist as you look at him shyly. ‘What’s that?’

‘Nothing…I just…can we just…’ you stammer, slightly overwhelmed. He looks at you confused. 

‘Oh, no. Wait. We gotta try this again. And this time you gotta relax.’ he slips his hand back between your legs, and you want to protest, being so sensitive after your climax.

He starts rubbing your clit again and you can’t help but open your legs once more, giving him access. Sonny is back on you, his tongue licking up your first release, and within seconds he is eliciting another. You close your eyes and your hands grab the sheets for hold, feeling yourself topple over again. It’s even more intense this time, your pussy and clit still swollen from your previous orgasm, having been denied to even come down from it. You spasm around his fingers again, your back arching, and this time, his name escapes your mouth in a moan, and he watches you intently as you ride out those waves of pleasure. 

But no, he still doesn’t withdraw his fingers.

‘Again.’ he whispers, circling your clit, pressing his fingers into your glistening heat as he spreads your thighs wider, and you feel like blacking out. ‘Let go, my love. Don’t think of anything else.’ 

You come. Again. And even if you tried to think of anything, you can’t. His free hand holds down your hips as your third climax crashes over you with a gush and it’s only then he pulls out of you, letting your pussy convulse and release a stream of moisture. Fuck. You don’t know what is happening but his mouth is on you again, tasting every last drop coming out of you, sloppily licking up and down your folds.

‘Good girl. Making such a pretty mess for me.’ he praises, and it finally registers in your brain. He had just made you squirt. And that definitely hadn’t happened to you before. Ever. 

‘Sonny, what the fuck?’ you choke, almost breathlessly. 

‘Language!’ he smiles as he gets rid of his pants and underwear, finally crawling up, kissing you deeply as he grabs your hips. 

The taste of you on his lips makes you even more delirious as he thrusts into you, his cock feeling bigger than ever in your overstimulated core. You whine, and you’re already starting to bliss out, again. Sonny is close just from eating you out, you can tell but he’s holding back, burying himself inside you while his thumb finds your clit. 

‘I love seeing you cum.’ he growls into your ear before his lips capture yours once more. 

And yes, you come again. There really is no point of holding back any longer. You fully give yourself over to him, and this blinding ecstasy. He really seems to revel in it, and now that he is inside of you, it is even more intense. Sonny gasps as you squeeze him, your walls beginning to spasm, making it almost difficult to pump into you. You claw at his back, rolling your hips against his as you moan a string of curse words at which he grins. 

‘You gotta stop.’ you cry, as he picks up the pace, pounding into your delicate pussy.

‘I’m not done with you.’ Sonny smirks, biting at your neck as you keep scratching and digging your nails into him.

Oh God. Good Lord. You can’t even think straight anymore. You have lost count of your orgasms, not that it matters because he seems to want to make you come as many times as possible until he can no longer hold back himself. Arching your back you meet his rough thrusts, feeling him smile against your lips as he kisses you passionately. His thumb hasn’t left your clit, keeping pressure there, rubbing to intensify your pleasure if that’s even humanly possible. You are on another plane. You might as well be on another planet. You have lost all sense of time and space, the only things to exist are Sonny and you. With each thrust, his cock hits your gspot in the most delightful way, and your body begins to curl in on itself, pussy throbbing and clenching around him. 

‘I love it when I can feel you burst around me.’ he groans, sending you over the edge to another orgasm. 

‘S-Sonny! Jesus fucking Christ!’ you scream, pressing your head back into the mattress as you desperately cling to him, shaking.

Sonny grins at your profanities; he has you exactly where he wanted you -  completely undone. He pushes up your legs, positioning them over his shoulders, fucking into you, even deeper than before. 

‘Fuck, baby, fuck, you’re so wet! Fuck!’ he’s close now, you can feel it. 

‘I want you to cum inside me.’ you purr into his ear, your words driving him crazy.

He growls, ramming into you as he plays with your clit. You know he’s going to make you come again but you want to hold back, want to feel him come with you. Crying out his name you hold on to him, purposely clenching your walls to squeeze him and he bites your lip in response, the slight pain adding to your pleasure even more. Just as you feel yourself topple over again he tenses, and as your pussy pulses, pulling him in even deeper, he finally lets go, spilling inside of you. He moans your name, pumping his cum into you, the sensation too much for your overwrought cunt. You can’t stop shaking, and he’s hugging you tightly, the two of you collapsing together. 

You don’t know how long you stay like this, breathing heavily, your bodies tangled in soaked sheets. Messy, crazy, wild, out of control; just how sex is supposed to be, and it took you reuniting with your first true love to unleash this feral side of you. 

‘What are you thinking about?’ Sonny asks, pushing back a strand of hair from your face.

‘That you were my first. And you should be my last. Because fuck, I don’t think anyone will ever make me cum like this ever again.’ you smile, kissing him.

‘Well…that was my plan all along, I’m glad I succeeded.’ he admits, pulling you even closer.

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[cocosparkel]

Curiosity killed the cat (but satisfaction brought it back)

chapter 3

Summary-

When Marinette finds out that she is adopted, she tracks down her Biological aunt. Who happens to live Gotham, the place she swore she wouldn't go. Well, Gotham just gained a new vigilante - Chaos.

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Chapter 3 : Hello, Gotham

(Word count : 829 )

Looking around at her now empty room, Marientte felt nostalgic. Same time tomorrow, she would be in Gotham, arranging her things in her new room in her penthouse in the safest part of Gotham, which once belonged to Her biological parents. They were well off, and left quite a fortune in her name, including the penthouse which was apparently her childhood home.

After having a long overdue talk with her godmother, she learnt quite a lot about her family.

Her father was supposed to be the heir to a famous fashion company, The Draper. (When she heard that her grandmother is one of her idols, Marinette couldn't stop fangirling.) But unfortunately her father had been disowned by his mother, for he refused to marry the woman his mother wanted him to marry, and instead married Diane, her mother.

Diane came from a middle class family, apparently she was the illegitimate child of some underboss. Diane’s mother had committed suicide when diane was young, and her father was obviously out of the picture. Her step father however, continuously abused her mother when she was alive, and after her death, abused Diane and her sister, Selina.

Selina was definitely alive, but Sabine said she had fallen out of touch with her many years ago, when Marinette was still just a child.

Now, Marinette decided, she would reach out to both her aunt, and her grandmother, and make amends.

Finally ready to leave, Marinette made her way downstairs.

“Maman ! Papa !” She called. “I’m ready to leave!”

Immediately, her parents were next to her, pampering her, making sure she had everything.

“You promise to call twice a day ?” her mother asked her.

“Yes maman” Marinette said sincerely, guilty about lying.

“Marinette, we are going to miss you so much,” her father said, his eyes growing misty.

“Papa, I'll be back before u know it. It's just for the next 2 years !” Marinette said, touched at her father's confession, but slightly exasperated.

“I know”, her father said, the ‘I'll still miss you too’ left unsaid, but it was understood.

“My baby is all grown up,” her mother said, and Marinette sighed, thinking 'here we go again', without any real annoyance.

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After another 10 minutes of her parents smothering her, Marinette finally left her home.She still had six hours for her flight, and she had to meet up with the miracle court. Well, a part of the miracle court.

“Marinette!” Chloe exclaimed as she walked into Chloe's room, “you look so stunning!”

“You look so pretty, Mari-hime,” Kagami said, looking up from her phone without missing a beat.

Blushing, Marinette thanked both of them.

Marinette was in fact very proud of the dress she was wearing, it took quite some time for her to design. To ‘celebrate’ her last day in Paris, she decided to dress up.

Her dress was a spaghetti-strap v neck, coming till just above her knee. It was a dark, midnight blue, with golden glitter at the hem of the dress. At the neckline, she had sewn tiny white rhinestones. The part of the dress which took her the longest was its embroidery.

She had used a thin gold thread, and embroidered little stars, in an array of constellations.

She paired the dress with a black scarf, which had a moon at one end and the sun at the other end.

Slipping off her surprisingly comfortable heels, she sat on the couch opposite Chloe.

For the next one hour, she talked to them about her plans, and what was to be done in case of an emergency.

After promising to call daily, and a very tearful goodbye, Marinette made her way to the airport.

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On the aeroplane, Marinette felt quite nervous, her mind racing with all the different things that could happen.

She knew that if she was treading down a path which led to the end of the world, Bunnyx would let her know, and she and Bunnyx would work together to fix it, like they always did.

That mere thought calmed her down enough, for her to close her eyes without vivid scenes of destruction of Paris, her family and her friends dying flashing through her eyes, a reminder of the responsibility she held, which was crushing her, and god did she wish she had someone she could share it with.

Sure she had the miracle court, but everyone of them looked up to her, she was their leader. The Order of the Guardians couldn't take her seriously, she wasn't trained or chosen the way they were as if that was more than the things she did to protect Paris for the past 5 years, and so she was lesser than them, nevermind the fact that she was the grand guardian.

She craved for someone to see her as their equal. Honestly, Marinette was exhausted.

Maybe, just maybe, Gotham would provide her a fresh slate.

Slowly, with a new hope ignited in her, Marinette fell asleep.

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A.N. Want to know when the next chapter is posted ? Let me know and I'll tag you in the next chapter :)

(Short filler chapter, but i hope you like it !)

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[calder]

the nukapedia elder - a Fandom employee - compelled me to publish a confidential document for her without telling me it would have direct repercussions for the community and my personal reputation. she had that context and withheld it from me.

tag was the senior of the entire fallout wiki community. she is an official Fandom employee. i trusted her and she made me feel like i was special.

she asked me to publish the Fort Abandon design docs for Van Buren, which leaked to her while involved with a fan game who had permission to view the docs privately. she provided me with the converted wiki text and coached me on how to lie about it.

I had just started calling myself a professional researcher of this IP and its history. She positioned it as something that would help my career. In reality Tagaziel had specifically agreed to never allow these documents to be published at Nukapedia, because doing so meant Chris may withhold the rest of them from the community.

Tagaziel worked on the Fallout IP one time, editing for a tabletop book in 2023, after I personally reached out to the company and arranged this for her.

when i needed tagaziel to protect a minor of color from organized racist stalkers in our community, she threatened to ban him just to control me. I tried to talk to her about this for months and she only bullied me.

she disowned me when i pushed back against the white nationalists and organized abusers who have seized Nukapedia

in the year since Nukapedia was seized by her abusive friends, i've been very careful not to negatively affect her in spite of everything she has done to me and the community. i put great effort into respecting her space and attempting to forgive her.

this morning, she deleted an evidence document containing 180 images of misconduct by the three organized abusers who control the website. (wayback link, images broken but retrievable).

she did this despite not being directly targeted by any current tensions. she did this completely independently.

She did this while a teenage boy who cosigned that document is trying to defend himself from organized abusers slandering him, emotionally blackmailing him, and abusing their staff powers to punish and ostracize him.

The accused spent months insisting all 45 pages were lies but never disproved 1 claim. One mistake was corrected within minutes of its publishing and they spent 6 months pretending that proved the 180 evidence images were all somehow misrepresented. Tag wants to hide the document from you and pretend it was a massive act of abuse by disempowered marginalized users against the white nationalists who control the website.

Nukapedia, the Fandom Fallout Wiki, is a place of suffering and cruelty and hate. I trusted my friend Tag to stop it. She told me to trust her. She watched them harm kids and she threw me away because I tried to do the right thing. She hated me for telling the truth because the truth was inconvenient to her.

I cannot express how much sorrow and loss and pain she and her community have brought into my life.

[milaisreading]

Isagi's sister!YN AU

Sae: Who broke my trophy?! I swear I will ki-

Sister!Yn, already in tears: I did! I am so sorry, Sae! I just wanted to clean it up and it fell out of my hands! I swear I will bring it to someone to repair it-

Sae: I will kiss and hug you! No trophy is worth your tears. It's the trophy's fault for slipping out, anyway.

Sister!Yn, confused by his demeanor and words: What? Sae, it is my fault-

Sae, picks her up: Nonsense. Now, let's get you something to eat

Sister!Yn: But-

Sae: No buts!

Rin:...

Rin: If I had done it, I would have been disowned a 2nd time.

Yoichi: Did you do it?

Rin:..

Rin: I did. Your sis said she will take the blame since Sae won't be as mad at her as at me.

Yoichi: True, your brother is a simp

[yapntap]

co-parent bakugou

katsuki bakugou x reader (part two)

   fwb! bakugou who often came by your dorm during college to drop off school work when you missed lectures and loads when you missed him.

fwb! bakugou who came by before bed to fuck you into your pillow and listen to your hushed moans, hushed so your roommates wouldn’t hear. (they did)

fwb! bakugou who’s scared of committing because he “couldn’t see you in his future” and was too focused on his.

fwb! bakugou who’s late night visits became more and more scarce.

fwb! bakugou who months later soft launches his new partner on his story after telling you he’s not ready for a relationship.

fwb! bakugou who stops breathing at the sight of your name popping up on his phone as he cuddles his partner while watching movies, and nearly has a stroke at the “Im pregnant.” text. 

_____

“well are ya sure it’s mine?” he asks, not daring to look away from you. you break eye contact and look outside the coffee shops’ window to focus on anything other than this conversation you’ve been dreading. “are you serious? you should know i’m not exactly one to sleep around,” you say to the man. he nods and his grip on his mug gets tighter, knuckles visibly whiter. “well, are ya keepin’ it,” he asks, “i don’t think  that’d be a bright idea for either of us.” you kind of glare but think over his words. “you know how my parents feel about abortion kats.. i’d be disowned. the second the press found out about it, my family would be done for,” your eyes start to water and a tear threatens to fall, you pause “.. i thought you said you don’t do relationships?”

katsuki stares at you and shakes his head, “those fuckin’ hormones already getting to your brain or somethin?“ he sighs, “you know i can’t do this *nickname*. i’m in a committed relationship with raya, we’re getting engaged next month. on top of that, i can’t be number one with a baby leechin’ of me.” your heart drops, “you’re.. getting engaged? i.. um.. well, congratulations. i’m sorry to burden you with all of this… and i can’t abort it anyway.. i.. i’m too far along.. and i cant do this.” you finish & get up from the table and leave.

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baby daddy! bakugou who ends up losing contact with you for months after you block him on everything a refuse to meet up per your family’s request.

baby daddy! bakugou who nearly forgets about you years later til kirishima brings you up and shows him your instagram.

baby daddy! bakugou who gets home and stalks you from a burner account, finds out you still talk to everyone from college but him.

baby daddy! bakugou who sees a pretty little ruby-eyed girl down your timeline, her resemblance to him uncanny.

baby daddy! bakugou who pulls some strings and texts your number asking to meet his daughter, hana. 

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hana is 2 years old by now, forming choppy sentences and now waddling on her feet. after a week of texting, you finally fold and let him come over to meet his daughter. when you open the door to let him in he nearly finds himself choking on his spit at how beautiful you are. you looked even better than your posts, if that’s possible. you greeted him with a nod and invited him in. he takes his shoes off and head to the living room you led him to. you exchange stale pleasantries and small talk til you decide to go get your baby girl. “her name is ‘hana lei bakugou,’ as much as i wanted her to have my last name.”

you walk over to him and hand her to him, noticing the wedding band resting around his ring finger. you scoff, “wow so you two actually got married?” he nods and analyzes his daughters’ features. “shes so pretty, just like ‘er momma,” he half smiles and look up at you. “so i’ll have her back later tonight, gonna take ‘er home to meet the wife and all of that.” he goes to get off the couch. “woah, you don’t get to do that. you don’t get to come back back after all this time like nothing happened.” he looks frustrated for a second, “you can’t just- … yea yer right, ‘m sorry.’’

you nod, “how about we go up to her room and play?” he agrees and follows you into his daughter’s bedroom while carrying her.

“So.. how long have you two been in the area?” he asks, scanning his daughter's room. “I never really left, just moved closer to the city i guess,” you reply; putting hana down to the floor. She waddles over to katsuki. “hana, baby this is your father,” you look down at the little girl. At first she looks up at you with her glowing beady eyes then she looks over to Katsuki sitting over on a couch. “papa?” she asks and she points her dainty finger at him. you nod and smile. “yes baby, that's your papa.” 

katsuki looks at the little girl and she reaches up for him. “up.” she says, and he obliges. you two talk and rekindle for what seemed to be days. In reality it was just about 4 hours. “*name* it was really nice to see you again, let's go out for dinner sometime. with hana of course.” you lead him downstairs while he says his goodbyes to hana. 

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“I told ya about this years ago raya, you can't be mad about this. What did you expect? for them to disappear?” bakugou yells at his wife. “well i didnt fucking expect you to go out of your way to to reach out either!” she pouts, anger and jealousy laced in her tone. “I have to own up to this responsibility now whether you like it or not, stop fuckin’ cursin’ at me. ‘m already stressed as is; ‘ion need yer bitchin’.” 

“oh so now i'm bitching because you went out and got some slut pregnant.. you're just full of it katsuki.” raya says, glaring at him now. “ya cant get mad at me because I wanna be a father, ‘nd not just leave some kid stranded out here.” 

“it's not just about the kid is it? do you miss the bitch or something? do you miss the sex? did she give you better head than I do?” raya accuses, bakugou sighs and goes to leave the room, “‘nd yea- she did give better head.” as he walks to their shared room he can hear her still yelling in the distance.

katsuki bakugou goes to sleep confused tonight. He wonders why was he such a prick. he wonders why did his heart pound so fast- why were his hands so sweaty when he saw you.

he couldn't do this. he has a wife. hes happily married, regardless of any arguments. his wife was the mayors daughter and promised him various things, she promised him glory. of course he didn't need her but it's definitely more helpful to have more "support." plus you hated him, only putting up with him for the sake of his daughter. no, it wasn't attraction- it was just nervousness. he loved his wife.

katsuki woke up to his wife, raya in his arms. she looked so pretty and peaceful like this. he snapped out of his daze and got out of bed to catch a shower. he couldn't help but find his hand reaching down to take care of himself. usually when he finds himself touching himself; its of thoughts of his wife from the night prior. but today it was you. he felt shameful but he just couldnt help it. he couldn't stop himself from thinking about you. hes only human.    

[erika-xero]

Thoughts on ai and Art

What has Ai really changed for me is the perception of my own art. Years back, I was extremely concerned of my work being imperfect: everything had to look "right", the anatomy had to be flawless, the lines - clean and refined. The pipe-line had to be flawless too: minimal amount of layers, one - for lines, one - for colors, and a few for lighting/shading.

Meanwhile I was yearning for chaos and the standard pipe-line felt too strict, too limiting. I finished the drawing and cried over the imperfections, but I could not let myself create a new layer and just paint it all over as I wanted to - that would "mess up my perfect psd". This was even harder because I started as a traditional artist and traditional art is basically the same as drawing on one layer or stacking the layers on top of each other whenever you wish to change anything. I was so obsessed with the anatomy/perspective looking right that my works started looking boring and stiff. If I was not sure that I would be able to draw a certain body part at a certain angle ANATOMICALLY PERFECT - I just refused to draw it at all. Drawing back then was HARD. I forced too much limitations upon myself, I was so scared of making any mistakes and thus did everything I could to avoid the risk to fail. It felts like an entire world would see me failing and everyone - literally everyone - will disapprove. And don't get me wrong - the art community in my country has always been astonishingly toxic. We had, like, a group of 20 THOUSANDS individuals hunting down children online and bullying them into oblivion for drawing anime and furry characters in their school textbooks. And pretty much everyone except a small group of people (which I was a part of) thought that it's absolutely fine and this is how the things should be. Even the industry professionals were absolutely sure that young artists have to suffer and be ashamed of everything they do unless it is absolutely flawless at an any aspect. I was ashamed of everything I did back then. I was ashamed of drawing and posting sketches because I felt like they are not good enough to be shown to anyone. And then the Ai-boom started. And I had mixed feelings because I was not THAT scared, but I was somewhat disappointed of people? General public praised the generated slop ignoring the mistakes far worse than what real artists got bullied for for DECADES. The synthetic artworks are shiny. They are overrendered. They are liveless, boring, they lack fundamentals and yet somehow people viewed them as some kind of a miracle. I decided to learn how does those little machines generated their slop out of morbid curiosity, just to make sure that I got it right and it is spitting out cadavers created from mutilated, dismembered works of real artists. Used by people who did not care enough to pick up a bloody pencils. And I thought: why would I care enough to look at something that no one bothered to create? And then I started seeing everything I do completely different. I suddenly stopped caring of being perfect. Every piece I have ever done, every work I was crying over for it being ugly, every messy sketch and unfinished doodle suddenly started to matter a lot. Not that I stopped caring of doing my best, no. I stopped wishing to disown my own mistakes. They are my own. I cared enough to try and fail and to try again, and fail so badly that I wanted to cry, scream and throw up. And I repeated the cycle for long enough that I started to enjoy my silly doodles and started loving every tiny imperfection because this is what made my art so human. I still suck at drawing hands and feet. My line-art is messy and I started doing it right on top of my colored sketch. My pipe-line is in chaos and my PSDs look like a total mess of three hundreds of layers. I draw sketches with huge-ass round brush only adding the details that really matters. My works are better than they could ever be because they feel alive and chaotic as we human had always been. This is a love letter to my art and write it while flipping off my middle finger to the cadavers generated by the machine. I will not be stopped by glorified autocomplete and I refuse to be outdone by people who confuse googling an image with the act of creation.

My worst drawing is better than any of the generative imagery out there, because I cared drawing it.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

heyyy, can i ask for 80's Dave fingering reader under the table in a dinner please? Thanks!! <3

A/n: posting my drafts rn and then I will be trying to write more

Warnings: Smut, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), I don't know how to tag this so if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

This was his first time meeting your parents, it was supposed to be perfect and it was stressing you out. Dave, of course, had the 'perfect' idea on how to help you relieve said stress.

You refused, you had a plan and you would stick to it, even if you were desperate for something to calm your mind and your plan meant refusing him.

Everything was going perfect. Close to dinner starting, before your parents arrived, Dave had backed off from his approach, letting you do what you felt you had to do and complying easily with your instructions.

When your parents got there he was pleasant with them, he knew they wouldn't like him because they didn't like, well, him. They didn't like his music, his persona, how he spoke. Really, they hated him, but they liked how he made you feel, even if they felt it was only temporary.

You'd made the perfect meal, with Dave's help of course -he went out and got groceries while you were cleaning and then cleaned up the mess you'd made while cooking, still thoughtful and helpful enough- and now you were seated with your parents in the dining room.

Despite what it seemed to you, Dave never let it go. You were stressed and it was always his job to help you when you were stressed or angry or feeling any sort of negative emotion, he was your boyfriend and that was one of his jobs as your boyfriend.

So, no, he never let it go. He set a table cloth on the table, an overly grand one that was definitely not needed for this dinner, however, his plans varied from yours.

It his everyone's lap so no one could see anything, especially not his hand. He knew your parents had noticed his hand on you, on your thigh, they didn't need to know he had two fingers buried knuckle deep inside you.

At first you'd tried to get him to stop, holding his hand in yours, guiding it back to your thigh or his own lap. However, as the conversation dragged on and your parents became more pushy about Dave and his career, asking questions they didn't need to be asking, degrading him subtly in so many words. Eventually, you just had to let it happen.

Dave was getting annoyed, so were you, and you'd been stressing the past week over this exact conversation.

You wore a dress, it wasn't hard for Dave to move your panties to the side. He moved slow, resting his arm on your thigh and using his wrist to keep his ministrations subtle and hidden from your parents, all while keeping up a polite smile with your dad across from him.

He'd curl his fingers, prodding that special spot and drawing noises up, threatening to leave you at any moment. He kept pulling and pushing his knuckles in and out of your hole, where there'd be the most stretch and chance to hear you.

You knew he loved hearing you, it's how he made it through tours where you couldn't come. He just needed to hear your sweet moans and he'd be done within minutes.

You wouldn't dare make a sound now, if you did you'd never be able to speak to your parents again, look at them again. You'd be disowned forever and a day.

Nevertheless, you could feel that burning ball building inside you, you couldn't ignore it and hoped it went away, not when Dave's fingers were working on you as they were.

The conversation was directed mostly towards Dave, your parents were using it as an opportunity to just get mad at him, politely of course.

But Dave... Dave, to put it nicely, was an asshole. He saw the effect he was having on you and needed to hear those sweet sounds he loved oh so much.

"We were actually planning on getting a dog, weren't we, sweetheart?" He asked sweetly, smiling tugging at his plump lips, those same lips you'd kissed a thousand times before, those lips you'd kill to have on you right this second.

Instead of jumping on him right then and there you gave a small nod with a smile to match.

"Go on," he continued, swiftly pulling his fingers from you just to watch you choke back a squeal, "tell your parents about that breed you'd been looking at." He suggested, watching you closely.

"I-I, um..." You trailed, unable to look your parents in the eyes.

You stood up, brushing your dress down and mumbling something about needing fresh air before walking off.

Your parents were confused as you left, wondering what happened to make you feel like that. Not that it would've been hard to put the blame on them, having asked such rude questions about the man you'd told them time and time again that you loved to him, nonetheless.

Dave excused himself, using his best sympathetic tone when saying he needed to go check on you.

You'd gone to your shared bedroom and the second Dave had closed the door behind himself he was on you, wrapping his muscular arms around you and pulling you tight to him, lips crashing against yours.

You tried to push him away but he just moved from your lips to your neck. "Davie-Davie, please! Please, Davie, we-we can't do this!" You tried to reason, hands planted firmly on his shoulders.

"Yes, we can, you just have to have faith, darling." He mused, guiding you backwards to the bed.

He sat you down on the edge of the bed and got on his knees in front of you, spreading your legs and tugging your panties down, giving him full access to your glistening folds.

He went right back to fingering you, only now his tongue made it even more unbearable, circling your clit and collecting your juices. You were so sweet on his tongue, delectable and those noises that had his mind running laps.

You could feel that knot getting dangerously close to snapping. Tears filled your eyes, body trembling as you struggling against Dave's touch, trying to keep you still enough for him. You just wanted to use him, or let him use you, which ever was easier.

You'd been driving yourself crazy with this dinner, you hadn't let yourself get too close to Dave and now that you finally let him in you couldn't take it, it was too much all at once.

You needed it, you needed him so bad.

You bit your lip so hard you drew blood, but it was worth it as you felt the wave of pleasure wash over you, that feeling of pure bliss where your body completely relaxed and you could just feel Dave with your whole being.

He didn't let you enjoy it for as long as you'd like, pulling away, pushing his fingers into his mouth and cleaning them of you before getting your dress right.

He rested his hands on your waist and looked up at you with sincere, warm eyes. "Everything is fine, you did great and you are so, so beautiful tonight, do you know that?" He said.

You had no idea what he was talking about or what he was doing. You wanted to questions him but then the door opened and took all of your attention.

It was your dad coming to check on you. Dave had heard him coming and knew he needed to cover, so he did, shining a smile at your dad as he came in.

"Don't worry, I've got her." He said, standing and pulling you to your feet, holding you close as your knees wobbled from the high he'd just brought you to.

Oh, how he loved you.

Oh, how he tortured you.

You had to sit through the rest of dinner with your parents totally commando in a dress, all while Dave sat completely fine next to you. Well, aside from the obvious tightness in his jeans.

[axelnyx]

Trans Soap + Poly141 fic bc I can

Fic Name: Angry Again

Summary:

A surprise call from Soap's parents brings up old memories and buried emotions revolving around the sergeant's trans identity. He is left dealing with the aftermath alone, too afraid to seek support from his teammates (who he may or may not have feelings for), in fear of them rejecting him when they discover he's trans. Of course, his team is bound to eventually notice his change in behavior, especially when it continues to go downhill.

can also be read on ao3

Chapter 1: Disconnected

CW/TW: Transphobia, Manipulation

You would think that being in a military setting would make it near impossible to hide being trans. In truth, it’s not as hard as it seems. When changing in a locker room or taking a shower in the base bathrooms, everyone is usually too focused on their own tasks to pay any real attention to anyone else. That’s not to say that Soap still isn’t cautious. He still prefers to change with his back facing his team, and showers either early in the mornings or late at night when he knows it will be relatively empty. He changes the tape (a similar color to his skin to make it less noticeable) on his chest in the privacy of his own room, late at night and with only the brightness of his phone as a light source. Not the most efficient method, but it’s discrete. Soap doesn’t really have to worry when on long ops. His gear usually hides any semblance of his chest should the tape become loose and start to peel off. But what about medical situations? Lucky for Soap, Laswell had pulled some strings so medics knew to firmly keep their mouths shut.

Laswell is the only person Soap has told. He had done it when he first met her and had practically begged the woman not to put it in his file. She had agreed, somewhat, to Soap’s surprise. Laswell had even gone as far as to change all his documents to match with his identity. She did, legally, for medical reasons have to put that he was trans in his file, however she assured Soap that only necessary people (i.e. medical personnel) would have access to that information. To anyone else, the information would be redacted.

It wasn’t long after that Soap had begun to work with the 141. While Laswell had promised that the team was open minded and wouldn’t judge him, Soap had still been hesitant to tell them of his transition. He was grateful when Laswell accepted this without argument and let him decide on his own when, or if, he would tell them.

Which brings us to today. It’s been a few years since the formation of 141 and the team had only grown closer to each other. However, Soap still had yet to tell them he was trans, and his team had not found out on their own. He can’t decide if he’s happy about it or not. On one hand, him being trans is none of his team’s business and what they think about it shouldn’t matter. On the other, being trans has definitely had an effect on his life. Hell, he’s lost family and friends over it, and an anxious voice in the back of his mind is worried he’d lose his team as well if they ever found out. Even more of a reason not to tell them, right? Except, Soap wants to know how they will react. He wants to know if they would support him, or disown him like so many others before. It’s a terrifying thought, but Soap can’t see himself being friends with or trusting people who would be disgusted by his existence. Still…he can’t seem to build up the courage and no time ever seems right. So, Soap has said nothing, and prays his team won’t find out until he’s ready.

Currently, Soap is sitting at a booth in a bar, his teammates with him as they all nursed their respective drinks. They had recently come back from a week-long operation, one of the rare ones that went off without a hitch or any casualties. So, once back on base and after getting cleaned up, the four had decided to go out for a few celebratory drinks. Soap was sat on one side of the booth with Gaz leaning against his side, an arm over the Scot’s shoulders. Price was across from the two, recounting a story from his time as a recruit. It’s a tale the others had heard before, but they still laughed along the same way they did when they first heard it. Ghost sat next to Price, his balaclava rolled up to rest on the bridge of his nose, a small barely-there smile on his scarred lips.

Soap, who was entranced in Price’s story, was brought back to himself as he felt his phone vibrating in his back pocket. The Scot sets his drink down and reaches into his pocket to pull out the device, Gaz leaning back to make it easier for him to move. Soap looked down as a number with no caller ID lit up his screen. “Gonna answer that, Johnny?” Ghost asks from across the table, a small smirk on his face as he takes a sip of his whiskey. Soap rolled his eyes and flipped the lieutenant off as he pressed the answer button. “Hello?” He says as he brings his phone up to his ear.

“Joana?”

Soap’s heart drops into his stomach as his mother’s voice greets him. His team must immediately sense something is wrong, because the booth suddenly goes silent. “Everything alright, Tav?” Gaz asks, his brows furrowed with concern. Soap plasters on a forced smile and waves his teammates’ concern away. “Gotta take this.” He says as he stands from the booth, quickly making his way out of the bar and out onto the quieter, late night street.

“Ma?” The sergeant murmurs into the phone in slight disbelief. He hadn’t heard from his parents in years. Not since he left home at sixteen to join the military (boy did that take a lot of lying that Laswell ended up seeing right through. But, hey, she helped him anyway so, a win is a win). “Joanna, sweetie!” His mother’s voice echoes through the phone, “It’s been so long! How are ye doin’?” Soap takes a moment to respond, still reeling from the sudden call. “Ah’m alright, but ye know I go by John n-.” She suddenly cuts him off. “That’s great, dear. Yer Da an’ I just wanted ta check in on ye. Ye never call us anymore.” She says, her voice sickly sweet. Soap feels a spark of guilt shoot through him.

“Aye,” Soap murmurs in reply, shifting his weight uncomfortably and rubbing the back of his neck, “Jus’ been busy wit’ missions an’ trainin’ an’ such.” “Too busy ta call yer own family?” The voice of his father cuts in. Soap visibly cringes, tensing where he stood. “Aye.” He responds weakly. He can hear his father scoff on the other side of the phone. “Ye shouldnae gone an’ run off, Joana. Shoulda stayed home wit’ yer folks and yer family. Now ye cannae even have the decency ta call once in awhile.” The older man huffs through the phone. Soap can feel his guilt growing, but anger comes along with it this time. “It’s John, and ye huvnae reached out all this time either.” He points out sharply.

“Ugh, yer still on tha’ bein’ a boy thing? Really, Joana, dinnae ye think it’s time ta move on from tha’ nonsense?” His mother’s voice spoke up. Soap clenched his jaw, biting his tongue to try and stop himself from saying anything too harsh. These were his parents and he felt he owed them some sort of respect, no matter home agitating they were. “Yer team even know about this? Dinnae tell me they’re encoragin’ ye.” His father grumbles. Soap froze and his silence must be answer enough because his father continues. “Ye dinnae tell them,” His father states like he knows for sure, “Ye know why ye dinnae tell ‘em, Joana, because ye know it ain’t real. This bein’ a boy thing is jus’ somethin’ ye made up ta upset us and get under our skin. Well, it worked. Now ye can quit pretendin’, we’ve figured ye out. Ye ain’t foolin’ nobody, Joana, and I bet yer team would agree. An’ if they dinnae, then they’re just as foolish as y-.” “Dinnae talk abou’ meh fuckin’ team.” Soap snaps before he can think better of it.

The phone is silent on the other end before his mother’s voice crackles through. “Joana, enough is enough, lass. It’s time to stop this nonsense an’ come home. We let ye go off on yer own in hopes ye’d eventually come ta yer senses. Clearly tha’ ain’t happenin’, so ye need to come home so we can help ye.” She says with thinly veiled agitation. Soap felt his anger growing. “Come home?” He asks with a bitter laugh, “Ah left for a reason, Ma. Ye an’ Da never accepted me and ye treated me like garbage because of who Ah was. Ah didnae ‘decide’ ta become trans jus’ ta piss ya off. Ah’ve explained this to ye over and over again. This is who Ah am.” “Yeah, well, ‘who ye are’ has ruined this family.” Soap’s father cuts in gruffly. “Yer bein’ selfish, Joana.” His mother adds on bitterly.

Soap felt a mix of intense anger, guilt and hurt build inside him. He knows how much damage him coming out had caused to his family. His parents and siblings would constantly get into argument about his parents misgendering him. Once Soap had left home, his siblings were quick to go their own ways as well, essentially cutting off contact with their parents. To his surprise, his grandparents had also cut contact with his mother and father after they found out how unsupportive they were of their son. While he was glad to have the support of some of his family members, he couldn’t help but feel responsible for breaking his family apart.

Before Soap could come up with a response, his attention was drawn by the sound of the bar door opening and closing. He instinctively turned to look and tensed when he saw Ghost standing near the entrance, lighting up a cigarette. He was far away that he couldn’t here Soap, but the sergeant knew Ghost was watching him closely. “Ah got ta go.” Soap says flatly into the phone, hanging up before his parents could respond.

Soap pocketed his phone and took a deep breath to try and quell the emotions rising inside of him. After a moment, he stood straighter and put on a small smile before turning to make his way over ta Ghost. “Those things will kill ye, ye know.” He says lightheartedly as he goes to stand beside the lieutenant. He plucks the cigarette from between Ghost’s fingers and brings it up to his own lips to take a drag. “We all die one day, Johnny.” Ghost replies simply, his eyes searching Soap’s expression. “Who called?” He asks the sergeant. Soap shrugged his shoulders and waved a dismissive hand as he passed the cigarette back over to Ghost. “Auld friend, jus’ wanted ta catch up.” He lies easily. Ghost hums in acknowledgement, clearly not fully believing the sergeant, as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

The two stand in silence for a while, passing the cigarette between each other until it burns down. Ghost blows out a last plume of smoke before stamping out the cigarette bud and disposing of it. “Comin’ back in?” He questions as he pulls his balaclava back down over the bottom half of his face. Soap shook his head before replying, “Nah, Ah’m knackered. Imma head back ta base an’ call it a night.” Ghost paused, seemingly wanting to say something. However, after a moment, the lieutenant simply nodded. “Alright, I’ll let Price and Kyle know. Goodnight, Johnny.” He responds. A much more genuine smile forms on Soap’s face. “Night, Si.” The sergeant says, waiting for Ghost to go back inside before starting to make his own way back to base.

[teleit]

Questions I would like to ask Rhaenyra, part 3

I don't need sleep or mental health, I need ANSWERS

1) Why, for God’s sake, did you personally and all alone go find out who saddled Seasmoke? If it weren’t Addam, who for some reason was loyal to you (for what reason, by the way? He saw you for the first time in his life, and doesn’t owe you anything), but for example Daemion or Daeron, you know, sons of Vaemond Velaryon, whom your husband viciously beheaded? Do you think they'd gladly bend their knee? Let's be honest, ma'am, Seasmoke would make a kebab out of Syrax in a 1vs1 fight, you risked ending the war in favor of the greens.

2) What would you have done if Laenor hadn't been so loyal and obedient? If he'd seen Jace and asked "Who's white baby is that? Definitely not mine, daddy would skin me alive if I tried to say opposite"? Or if he hadn't agreed to leave his family in their time of need after losing his sister, and hadn't agreed to your fake death plan? What would you have done then, huh?

3) What if Rhaenys had refused to go along with your "perfect" plan to betroth your children to her granddaughters? She doesn't like you, after all, and for good reason. What if she had decided that supporting you had cost the Velaryons too much (which is true), and had said that Corlys had changed his mind and chosen Baela as his heir? Or even announced to everyone that Corlys was disowning your snow-white children?

4) What if Baela had turned out to be as much of a racist ass as her daddy? What if she had decided that sleeping with Strong was beneath her because she was a true Valyrian and he was a filthy half-breed? What if your grandson was born red-haired, or Asian, or looked like Alicent's son Daeron (this one is a joke… or is it?)? Only you are allowed to have consensual sex with the man of your choice, while the rest are supposed to suffer?

5) What was your plan for Aegon and Viserys? Traditionally, the "extra" sons became septons or maesters, do you agree with that? Does Daemon agree? If not, what are their roles in future? They are the most Valyrian-looking of your children, their existence sabotaging Jace's legacy.

6) Do you ever regret marrying Daemon? In season 2, you seem constantly unhappy with his presence, he undermines your authority at every turn - he is partly the reason why your Small Council does not respect you. Laenor at least acknowledged your authority. Do you regret this "exchange"?

7) How can you trust Mysaria so easily when she has proclaimed herself the protector of the smallfolks? Rhaenys killed hundreds and wounded thousands at Aegon's coronation, Daemon… is Daemon, you killed dozens of innocent dragonseeds for one dragon rider. You all have no regard for human life. Or is it okay because she's sexy and tells sad stories?

8) What was your script for meeting Alicent at the sept? You went in there with certain expectations, but if this woman hadn't been humiliated by the scriptwriters with every breath she took, Alicent would have called the guards in a heartbeat. You risked everything… for what? What was the original plan?

9) Question for the book and show versions of Rhaenyra - are you happy with each other? Is the show version not irritated by Rhaenyra's femininity and her "weakness" in not trying to fight every possible battle? Is the book version not disgusted by Rhaenyra's hypocritical righteousness and attempt to gain respect by adopting traditional male characteristics?

10) Are you able to admit that your marriage to Laenor was entirely your own fault? Viserys gave you the chance to choose your own husband, but since the suitors weren't Daemon, you rejected them all. And then you disgraced yourself with Daemon in a brothel and with Criston in your chambers. Yes, Viserys was covering up his own political mistakes with this marriage, but if you had decided on the tour that Harwin Strong was the one you wanted, there wouldn't have been a farce of a marriage to a gay. Viserys could have simply chosen him for you, but even he knew that a swordswallower was not the best option for a princess who needed heirs, and this was a last resort after your antics. Do you ever regret how you behaved on that tour?