#makes me kind of glad i wasn't at that con

[hollowtones]

my month-late PAX West post (& a catalogue of some things I saw and did and bought in September / late August)

PAX West was very fun this year. It was my first ever PAX and it was my first convention at all in maybe a decade. Any excuse to see friends is a good one & I love hanging out with the RTVS crew whenever I have the time and money to travel. ^_^ I even got to see some friends I've never seen in person before!!! (Thank you to Jill and Evan for the "Petal Crash" pin & thank you to Taxi for stealing my name tag by accident.)

I am very shy, and I have very severe social anxiety that causes me a lot of problems in my day-to-day life, so I almost didn't go to the RTVS meetup. People there were very sweet, though, so I'm glad I did. It feels very heartening to have people come up to you and tell you what the things you've made have meant to them. It was very hard to not cry. LOL

If you stopped by to say hi, thank you very much. I've been thinking about it through all of September and smiling a lot about it. ^_^

The rest of this post is largely pics of things Puzz and I picked up for ourselves. (And a little bit of talking about some other things we did.) I thought it would be fun to catalogue them. I tend to be a little thrifty, so I got to splurge on my wife. LOL

These were mostly things we got for Puzz because I didn't want to worry about lugging things home in a suitcase. But she keeps telling me they're our things, which makes me smile every time I think about it. Some of the pins are for me. I'd like to put them on my backpack... Hopefully they don't fall off. Jackie and Dodogama are friends.

The "Chicory" bag is a bit of a funny story. Puzz and I saw the "Beastieball" booth in the corner of the indie section. Very fun demo. Very cute booth. They have cool merch! I thought I saw Lena Raine working the booth, and I got really shy & nervous about making a poor impression, so I just kind of hid behind my partner. (I wish I had said hi, in retrospect... but we live and we learn...) So we just kind of shuffle off to the merch desk and talk to a very nice man there while we pick up some things. I work up the guts to say that I really like these games and that they mean a lot to me!! The guy says, well thank you, that means a lot to me and the team. Wow! Real swell guy, I'm thinking to myself. A day or two later Puzz and I are out to lunch with some friends and I just suddenly go eyes wide & mouth agape because I put two and two together in my head and realize Oh holy shit that was Greg Lobanov wasn't it. LOL

Puzz found a cheap copy of "999: 9 Hours, 9 Persons, 9 Doors" for the DS at a retro game store's pop-up. They also had "A Bug's Life" for Game Boy Colour and a strategy guide for "Gex 3", both of which I wish I had picked up.

Mr. Basculin was a gift from Jake. Good news! Mr. Basculin is still alive.

This is all stuff that was given to me as gifts. (Aside from the con badges. They make you pay for those.) You've probably already seen the Bibi that Jake made me. "Chicken Run" was also from him. "Zapper" was from Puzz and the Gumby game (& the Bad Boe sticker) was from Scorpy. These games fuckin suck asshole!!!!!!!!! I'm obsessed with them & I'll cherish them forever. I also got a little rock and a human dog keychain.

I think Scorpy said a fan gave this to him at PAX East to pass to me eventually. I'm having a hard time reading the @ on it, but on the off-chance you see this: thank you so much. Every time I think about it I get a little teary-eyed. I want to get myself a little picture frame for it. (This is the first time someone's given me fanart like this before, and it made me very emotional. LOL)

Puzz and I only got 2-day passes for PAX, so we spent the rest of our time in Seattle hanging out with friends and seeing the sights. I don't feel like digging all the photos out right now, but we went to a really fucking nice jazz club (Dimitriou's Jazz Alley - great ambience, really good food, we saw Keiko Matsui live which was life-changing), we visited MoPOP (I hadn't been in years! It was alright! Puzz had some capital-t Thoughts about the whole place which was fun to listen to!), we rode the trains, I got a big bag of Dicks, we walked around downtown. There was this really nice coffee shop that I keep having dreams about, so I hope I can go back to Seattle soon. (Or at least eventually, next year.) Then we went to Portland for a day to say hi to a friend because the state was nearby.

Then we went back to Puzz's place in California. Then there was a major heatwave & a bunch of wildfires nearby... So we didn't have the chance to get out much in September. But that's okay. We've both been tired lately & I think we both badly needed some dedicated Not Doing Things time. It's just a shame that it was enforced by Dangerous Weather Conditions.

We got to visit some local friends and I got to try out more Bog-Standard Mediocre American Food. (Dunkin Donuts is just Tim Hortons. Olive Garden is kind of scary but the salad was really good and the breadsticks were fine. I had a middling hamburger from Jack In The Box tonight. Their milkshake was very good. I'm sure I'm forgetting others.) I went to a Macy's for the first time and the layout of the store made me have a panic attack. We went for nice walks and saw lots of nice critters and plants. I got to swim! I watched a mediocre PlayStation presentation! I turned 30 years old! Puzz took me to a very fancy and really nice Italian place for my birthday, in case you were worried that I was only eating garbage here. LOL

We got a lot of books.

Maybe too many. Also a Miles Davis vinyl for myself & some Gunpla as an early birthday gift for Puzz. And also the cookbook was a gift from family. But I'm very excited to tuck into more of these, hopefully soon. Some were for me and some were for Puzz but knowing us we're going to go "hey, I liked this one, you check it out" or "hey, I didn't like this one, but maybe you will" for a lot of them. I'm gonna start with "Annihilation" and the game essays book. ("House of Leaves" is a second copy for us, because my copy was originally Puzz's and I wanted them to be able to read it too.) I don't have room in my bags for much more than what I came here with, so we're gonna ship some of the books to each other when we're done reading.

It's been a very nice month... I feel very thankful to have a life full of love like this. I don't think I have anything else to add to this post! Thanks for reading.

[reareaotaku]

I read your last Yandere!Ken headcanons...so I wanted to ask you if you would ever write smut for Yandere!Ken?

I Love You Like a Doll

[God, I hope this is good... Warning, I haven't had much experience with Smut]

Yandere! Ryan! Ken x Fem! Reader Word Count: 1,674 Tw: Smut/Nsfw, Strap-on/Sex Toy, Human! Reader, Kidnapped! Reader, Slight Panic Attack, Loss of Virginity, Porn W/ Plot, Foreplay, Restraints, Dub-Con, Crying 🔞18+ Content due to dark and adult themes. Read at your own risk

He wanted it so bad. He didn't really have the parts to do it, but he learned that this 'love-making' thing is what people do when they love each other. He loves you and he wants to show it to you.

He looked at the toy, confused. It was supposedly a plastic version of human male genitals. There was a belt-like rope attached to it, that he could wrap around his waist and then there was fabric that would cover where his dick would have been. The dildo was attached to it.

It was strange to Ken. He had never seen anything like it. Was this what you liked? He thought it was strange, but he was in no place to judge you.

Speaking of you, he needed to get you food. That was also something he didn't understand about your kind. You needed this substance to survive and he didn't understand it. But because of this, he made it where food was more accessible in Kendom, but it only benifited you. No one else needed the food.

He placed the strap down, before grabbing a plate filled with small snack foods. He leaned on the door of the room you were being held in. He smiled himself when seeing you still tied up to the bed.

You saw the male and struggle against the restraints, before groaning and giving up. He closes the door and goes to your side while setting down the food. He caresses your face, moving some lose strands out of your face.

There were tears streaming down your face and your eyes were swollen and red. If there wasn't a gag in your mouth, you would have been screaming at him.

"If you promise not to scream, I'll remove the gag." He tells you, tilting his head.

You quickly nod, wanting to get the thick ball out of your mouth. When he takes it out, you take a deep breath, greedy for oxygen, since you were deprived of it. He picks up a cracker, examining it, before putting it near your mouth.

"Open."

You did as he said, hoping that maybe he'll let you go if he thinks you're accepting him.

"I was thinking of trying something..."

Your eyes widened, confused. Your mind was racing with thoughts and concerns on what he could possibly be talking about. His mind was corrupt and destroyed, so you didn't know where he was going with this.

"I was hoping you'd let me. I mean," He straightens up, almost as if he realized he was coming off more submissive, "Of course you'll let me. Why would you deny me? I deserve it."

You looked at him like he was crazy, which he was, annoyed by his statement. You almost wondered what he was like before, if this was him at his worse. How could he have fallen so far off?

"And if it goes well, I might consider letting you out of this room."

Your eyes widen in hope and excitement. You should have been more cautious... You should have known better.

He smiles down at you, "Well, I'm glad you're so open."

"What is it that you want me to do?"

He taps his chin, almost as if he was debating telling you. You frowned, tugging harder on the restraints.

"Wouldn't it be more fun if I showed you?"

Your eyebrows furrowed together, your heartbeat picking up. Your amygdala was sending glutamate into other parts of your brain, causing your body to freeze up. It felt like you were being ambushed by enormous tides of water that was quickly drowning you.

You hear the door click as he leaves, causing you to come back down to Earth- Wait, where you even still on Earth? Honestly, you didn't really know. Though, it didn't take long before Ken came back and he was holding something behind his back.

He stands at the end of the bed, before kneeling on it. The divot of his weight feels strange, when your body goes down with it. You watch him carefully, still unsure of his intents.

He finally pulls the thing out from his back. You gasp when seeing the long, thick, dildo strapped to a wrap. You wondered where he even got ahold of such a thing. As far as you knew, Ken wasn't even really human like you were. He had the body of a doll.

"Is it too big?" He asked, genuinely concerned when seeing the fear on your face. "I heard 7 inches was average."

You shook your head. You had never taken anything that big inside you. Granted, you had never taken anything inside, but it was so much bigger than anything you'd ever seen. It was thick and veiny and made you wonder why someone would put that much detail into a toy.

You can hear him unbuckle his belt and take off his pants. You avoided eye contact as he attached the strap to his waist.

"Honestly, Y/n... I don't know what I'm doing."

You looked up at him, as he struggled with your pants.

"I want to do this right," He says it as if he's trying not to cry. He wants to please you. He wants to make you happy. He wants you to love him.

You pull on your arms and he looks up at you when hearing the headboard shake.

"Right, you're still tied up." He hums, "If you promise not to fight me, I'll untie you."

You weren't stupid. If you had the ability to fight off Ken, you wouldn't be here. "Okay. Please untie me, Ken."

He blushes at your begging, before going up to untie you while avoiding eye contact. You rub your wrists, red marks imprinted on them. You groan, before looking up at Ken. He was towering over you, seemingly loss and confused on what he was supposed to do.

"None of you have genitals right?"

He looks at you, "No."

"So you've never done this?"

"No."

"Me either."

He smiles, happy that you had never been this vulnerable with anyone. Granted, he had kidnapped you and he didn't deserve you, but he didn't care. He had you now, and that's all that mattered. He's willing to learn whatever he has to, so he can please you.

He pushed his hands through your folds, playing with it. He had never seen it before, so he was curious. You bit your lip, trying to contain yourself. He wasn't doing anything special, so you felt you shouldn't give him your moans. He pushed his fingers towards your clit, rubbing the hood, before pulling it back and flicking your clit, causing you to lightly squeal.

It was cute. He had never heard a sound like that before. How could he live without it now having had heard it? He kept 2 fingers on your clit, lightly rubbing it, while his other hand lightly pushed through your pussy. He pulled back your labia minora, lightly licking where his fingers had once been.

A loud moan erupted from your throat when feeling his wet tongue. He smirked against you, before squeezing his tongue inside of your wet hole. His fingers play with the outside of your pussy, which makes you wonder if he lied to you.

He pulls away, causing you to frown, before you shook your head. This man had kidnapped you, you shouldn't be liking it! But it was so good. And he was so cute. And he really liked you, more than any man or woman has ever liked you.

He kneels over you, positioning the strap head over your pussy. This was really happening and you were letting it. You grabbed his shoulders, your nails digging into his perfect skin as he slowly pushed inside of you. He groaned, the strange sensation of pain foreign to him. He bottoms out and you sigh in relief.

You look up at him, but his eyes were closed, as if he couldn't look at you. He didn't want you to look into his eyes and see all of his emotions. So many feelings were rushing through him and they were all very new to him. What was this blooming feeling in his stomach? It felt... well, it felt nice.

You smacked his shoulder, causing him to open his eyes. "Move, please."

He chuckled at your submission. If he knew this is what he needed for you to love him, he would of dont it a long time ago. He pulled out, leaving only the tip, before shoving himself back in. You nearly scream at the intrusion, not expecting it. You pull yourself towards him, chest to chest.

He slowly began to thrust, finding a rhythm as you move along with him. He admired the way your eyes rolled back and drool rolled down your cheek. You were out of it. Almost like a doll.

The second the thought came into his head, he picked up his pace. You did remind him of a doll, even though you were anything but. Your moans became louder as your walls tightened around the rubber dildo. You could feel the tight squeeze and every vein imprinted on the toy.

It was slushing inside of you and the wet sounds of the balls smacking against your ass echoed in the small room. Your words became incomprehensible as your body tightened and you could feel a tight knot in your stomach.

And then, Ken hit you with one last thrust and that tight knot bursted, causing you to loudly moan Ken's name, catching him by surprise, as your cum flushed out like a waterfall. You had never came like that on your own and it was hot.

Though, you did not feel hot. You were sticky and sweaty and your hair was sticking to your face. You must have looked terrible and smelled like sex and body odor. Though, Ken seemed to think otherwise, because he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

"You are the most beautiful woman in the world and I love you."

[scrompsautobotsrchives]

Hey, can I request a platonic Bumblebee x reader, who was one of the flying Autobots? They met during the war but became really good friends with bee being the extroverted kind and reader being a bit of an introvert. Reader disappears after a disastrous mission, and Bee later finds them on earth with the decepticons. Let's just say reader lost their memory and the cons took advantage of that, turning reader into a con. However, reader slowly starts to disagree with their ways and regain some of their memories back. Reader then completely turns their back on the cons, saving Charlie from harm and asking Bee to help them remember again, and then Bee helps them return as an Autobot.

Till all are one

Dude, I love this idea so so much. Here you go :D

Y/n was a surviving seeker from vos, the destroyed air command that has been taken over by the Decepticons. They spent the majority of the war alongside the autobot's including bumblebee.

One of the qualities about you though was that off field, you normally liked to spend time by yourself, trying to soak up any peace you can. Bee was the exact opposite, always trying to help you join in on celebrating any minor victory.

It was one of the reasons you and him became friends, back when he was known as B-127.

When you arrived to the same command post as him, he eagerly approached to greet you.

"I... I'm y/n..."

"Hello y/n, I'm B-127. we're glad you could make it safely" He happily greeted.

You two through and through had each other's backs no matter what. The two of you were a dynamic duo.

"B... thank you... for having my back..." You said to him one day after a close call mission.

He smiled softly, gently patting your arm. "Till all are one"

By the time the war heated up, the autobots were overwhelmed, hatching an escape plan to spread out across the galaxy, B-127 was assigned to earth.

But you.... you were captured before you could make it to the escape pods.

You were placed under mnemosurgery, they practically altered or straight up wiped your memories of the times you spent.

You were now a decepticon, loyal to Megatron.

Soon you joined Bltizwing, shatter and dropkick to earth, knowing that's where B-127 was finding refuge.

Your group became involved with sector 7, you followed along with their lead until you then heard them say the decepticons were peacekeeper's of the galaxy... hang on that wasn't right.

Their motives... weren't great, taking control of earth's technology to just track him down... not only that, human's were getting involved.

"Blitz, with all due respect. we're here for B-127, we shouldn't be getting the humans involved..."

He frowned turning to you. "Are you questioning me vosian ?? Because I can send you back if you don't want to participate" He growled at you.

Looking down at the floor. "No sir..."

"Good, We know a human is working with B-127, so we enlist humans to help us pinch this vein where it starts"

With the fight beginning at the satellite, The questions began to come full circle, you watched on as B and blitz fought while the human whose name is charlie stopped what they were doing.

In that moment, Memories started to pour back into your processor... Memories of him.

"Thanks... for having my back" "Till all are one"

You dived in and rescued the two, making sure they were both alright. Eyes flashing from Red to Blue and blue to red.

"Human !! Go !! Get to safety !!" You nodded to Charlie as you then looked at blitz, you and bee fighting alongside each other like you used too.

Once she was defeated... You looked at bee, the conflict still raging in your mind... "Help me..." You pleaded.

He helped you up, brushing you off gently "I've... got you" His radio now flicked.

As promised, once he found the others, they helped you return to your old self, you were now an autobot again.

"B-127... I'm so so sorry... They wiped my mind..." You felt the guilt rise... on what they did to him...

He didn't care for any of that... well the voice thing, But it didn't stop him from treating you like he always did... your friend.

"Bumble-bee... to... you... my name... is... bumblebee"

You nodded to him, patting his arm gently. "Thank you... bumblebee"

[fuckyeahizzyhands]

COLLIDER: I'm so glad that we finally got the chance to touch base about the show.

CON O’NEILL: Yeah. It's been really uncomfortable not being able to talk about it.

COLLIDER: Izzy, as a character, really goes on a beautiful, poignant journey this season. In the beginning, Ed is Blackbeard and back to the old lifestyle of raiding and pillaging ships, but it feels like something's off. Izzy has what he wanted back, but at what cost? What was your take on that — reverting to the way that things used to be, but, obviously, there's been a shift, and things aren't quite the same?

O’NEILL: It goes back to how it used to be, but Ed’s broken, and that's the difference. Before Stede appeared, Izzy and Blackbeard worked as a unit really, really well because they were both on the same page. When Stede breaks Blackbeard's heart, Izzy and Blackbeard aren't on the same page. Basically, Izzy’s looking at a man that he loves falling apart, and all the joy is gone — not just from Blackbeard, but from piracy. He can see Ed's decline, he can see the decline in his crew, which is fundamentally really, really the most important thing to him. He can feel his own heart breaking, because he's seeing the devastating impact of his actions. So, it's a pretty bleak start to a season, but we do have fabulous make-up.

COLLIDER: It does feel bleak, especially for Izzy at times, who goes through the amputation and has to adjust to a new normal of not being able to get around the way that he used to. But it's also an opportunity to see the changing dynamic with the crew. I was really touched by the moment when they built [Izzy] a new leg. It's moving on an emotional level, but it's also proof of how far this group has come. Was it nicer to be able to play those moments of camaraderie instead of being at odds all the time?

O’NEILL: What's interesting, though, is the love for Izzy to his crew and the crew to Izzy, it's always been there. It's just not being presented in this way. The giving of the leg, I believe, is the first time in his life where he's actually had an emotional connection that he wasn't able to control. That act of kindness overwhelms it. But he's still a pirate, and the leg ultimately allows him to be a pirate again. He does change his attitude towards his crew after the new leg and after the unicorn statement, but it's also about how to navigate the new crew as the first mate. And that's the beauty of what David's written. It's not suddenly he's this new guy. He's still a bit of a dick, but he's their dick, as Vico says.

It's a beautiful human version of the story that could have been really sentimental, and I don't think we go there. He doesn't suddenly become everyone's mate. That was never going to happen. That would have been dishonest. But he just has a need for them more because he's not as physically able as he used to be, and with that comes an understanding of them. The way he deals with Lucius is very specific in that he can't give Lucius love and understanding without calling him a twat — because that's who Izzy is, but he does give him love and understanding — and that's down to David and David's choices. Remember, this is a comedy. He's done all this in a comedy. That's really profound that we're going on these routes of human stories in what is essentially a comedy.

COLLIDER: One that really stuck out to me was Izzy singing in the “Calypso's Birthday” episode, especially because it plays as a backdrop to some pretty significant moments. I wanted to ask you about the preparation process behind performing that song. Did you have to record it and also do it live on-set?

O’NEILL: I got an email from David a third of the way through the shoot asking me if I knew “La vie en rose,” which, of course, I knew, but only as I'd heard it. I was actually in Wellington filming a different show because I did a different show for a week, and I just got this message. We were just gonna sing the English version because we didn't have the rights to the French version, and I don't speak any French at all. Nothing. Zilch. And then I got the phone call. Would I be able to learn it in French? So I did. I called a lot of people, and a lot of people who say they speak French don't. But my partner does, and I have a friend who just played Piaf. So, between the two of them, they gave me an understanding of the French.

We recorded both versions, and I lip-synced to the English version first before the scene with Ned. I thought we were just gonna do a little bit of the French version for the end of the episode. I had no understanding that it was gonna play out the episode. I’m thrilled that it does, but it was terrifying. Every minute of that, from the recording of it to the lip-syncing it to the filming it, was terrifying. I haven't sung in public for 20 years. But it felt right, and it felt like the absolute right choice of song. It felt like the absolute right choice of language. I didn't want him to be too French, I just wanted him to be able to because Izzy speaks bits of every language, as most pirates would. I thought it was audacious. I thought it was moving. I thought, again, it shied away from sentimental. And I’m just in awe of how David's brain works. If you would have asked me prior to doing it which song Izzy would sing, I'd never have thought “La vie en rose,” and now I can't think of a song that's more appropriate for Izzy.

COLLIDER: I talked to David, as well, about the scene of Izzy talking about piracy in the finale, and he said it's kind of like Izzy giving his own eulogy, in a way, before what happens next. That scene where Taika is holding you feels significant for the show — not just in terms of the weight and impact, but because so much of the cast is there, and it really feels like a moment of family getting to be together. Even if it's mostly an exchange between Izzy and Ed, everyone's there to send him off. I would love to hear about the experience of filming that on the day.

O’NEILL: David sent me the scene a few weeks prior, and the date was set to film it, which was gonna be in the last week of filming. It was early on in the last week, and then it was in the middle of the last week, and then it was scheduled for the morning of the last day. Then, suddenly, it became the last thing we were gonna ever film in Season 2.

Those things aren't easy. They're quite difficult because no matter how you think about it in your head, it's not gonna play that way. We were on a set, we were on the ship, there were hundreds of crew, there was the whole cast, they were setting up the shot. It was busy. David, bless him, played a playlist to help us all get in the mood, but it's just a cacophony of noise and busyness, and we’re getting towards the end of the day.

Suddenly, it was just me and Taika. Suddenly, all the noise disappeared, and suddenly, all the process of filming a scene disappeared, and it was just me and him. And Taika is a wonderful actor. Everyone talks about his writing and his directing, and this and that. Taika is a beautiful actor to play opposite. And in that moment, we just got to say goodbye to a character that we both loved. You never get a death scene that's going to get all those boxes, but for me, it was never about what Izzy said. It was about Izzy being vulnerable enough and brave enough to say, “Sit with me.” It was about Izzy being allowed to be held in the last moments of his life. That's all I remember about the day. I’m very proud of it.

COLLIDER: I just want to say thank you so much for taking the time to chat with me about the show. It's been great to finally get to reconnect with the cast and to really get to talk about Season 2.

O’NEILL: Oh, it’s my pleasure. It’s my pleasure.

COLLIDER: I’ve enjoyed your performance so much these last two seasons, and who knows? Maybe we'll see Izzy's ghost pop up in Season 3.

O’NEILL: Who knows?

COLLIDER: You can't predict anything with this show.

O’NEILL: No, none of us can, and none of us know. Literally, we are all in the dark, all of us, David included. None of us knows what's gonna happen. David always wanted three seasons, and I think this story should be allowed to run its course. I would say that because I'm involved, but even if Izzy isn't involved in Season 3, I would be heartbroken for the show if it didn’t get to conclude, because it's an important show.

[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

Hannibal? Meeting Mads at RDC6

Following on from meeting Hugh in Boston and gifting him a copy of Adapt. Evolve. Become: The Genderqueer Fandom of NBC's Hannibal, I wanted to gift a copy to Mads.

No disrespect to Mads, but I wasn't expecting (and didn't get) the same sort of interaction I had with Hugh. I've met Mads at many cons before, including one in 2018 right before I had top surgery where I had a lovely chat with him about queer and trans Fannibals.

But I've noticed over the years, including from accounts of other Fannibals too, that he's become much more guarded in his conversations. Which is fair, his star has been forever on the rise and he's been working for bigger studios and properties. But as a trans person, I am always very cautious when people become much less vocal about something they previously seemed to support - though I do acknowledge that some people just don't want to get dragged into what they see as a volatile issue. And I knew, given how much more stoic he's become, and the time limitations of signings at cons, that this would be the case regardless of his personal point of view.

Also (and I've mentioned this before in posts about his answers on con panels), Mads has a habit of just saying what he thinks people want to hear, and what will get the biggest reaction - he's a master at fanservice. Which even includes repeating the same stories (Fragile Little Teacup for example). Which again, is not a criticism, but an observation and another reason why I was pretty nervous about meeting him again. And that was BEFORE a couple of different Fannibals approached me with concerns that some of the things he'd said at RDC6 hinted that he might be making a movie that may include a trans character in an unflattering way. (I'm still on the fence about whether that was his meaning, but I'm glad I'm already pretty emotionally divorced from him since he did FB).

ANYWAY! I had talked with the fantastic wholeanddeadly before the event and we agreed on getting his brilliant "F**k transphobia Grindelwald" art print signed in order to auction it for trans charity (in fact we ended up getting two!). As we knew in advance we would be doing this, I wanted to let Mads know, because I don't feel right auctioning something without someone's knowledge if we had already made that plan.

So, this is what happened:

I was maybe third of forth in the queue (which was huge), so this was going to be a whistle stop and I'd thought carefully how to frame it and use my words wisely. So I walked up and he said "Hello, Sir!"

Which, thanks! (always love getting correctly gendered!)

I asked "May I give you a gift", and he said "Yes, of course!"

Whilst I was getting the book out of my back I told him that I met him in 2018 right before I had gender affirming surgery and he was very kind to me. His response was along the lines of "Oh yeah?"

I continued to tell him that since then, I have been involved a lot with of the trans and non-binary Fannibals and we made this book because of what the show means to us. He took it and flicked through and stopped at some of the art and admired it. He asked if it was just about Hannibal, and I said yes because I totally blanked in the moment, so the HEU stuff will be a nice surprise for him, lol.

Then the art print got passed over by his helper and I said I didn't want him to personalise the photo as I wanted to auction it to a charity that supports trans youth if he's OK with that. And he replied "you can do anything you like with it, man." I said thanks, and we were all done.

Whilst on the surface this was all good, I was definitely struck by the difference between this and times I'd met him before (especially in 2018). And perhaps it was just down to him being more guarded, but it felt very... standoffish. Which is fine, it is what it is.

The funniest thing is that Mads often signs the characters name on the things he signs, and the one we already had signed the day before via a friend, he didn't put the character name on it. On the one he signed for me, he did: Hannibal.

I saw him hesitate part way through signing the name but it just made me chuckle at the potential that this character meant so little to him he didn't recall his name and then the next day confused him for another character - Trans Rights Wizard Hannibal!

Anyway. I hope he reads the book. I hope he gets something out of it. I hope he's not making a transphobic movie.

And I hope you'll all check out @transhanniday on here (and on Twitter), where the two signed prints and some other bits will be going up for auction soon! The proceeds will be going to UK trans youth charity Mermaids, the same charity that Deadly supported with his original art prints.

[my-corneroftheworld]

Child without love

Summary: Namor finds a marine biologist with the powers to control water and deep knowledge of the sea and is intrigued.

Word count: 1,5k

Tags: Smut!!! (no minors allowed), "water-bender" reader x Namor after the events from Wakanda forever, possessive Namor, mutant reader, asphyxiation, war, violence, harsh language, the usage of y/n, Overstimulation, Edging, I dunno if it needs a dub-con tag but imma just leave it here just in case (consent is key guys), unprotected sex (wrap it before you plow it guys), afab reader

Ps. I hope you're thirsty cuz we got some spicy scenes coming up. Also, keep in mind this is my first smut ever so it won't be perfect. If you don't wanna read it you can skip it and read the next chapter with no issue. As usual, I accept any constructive criticisms in the comments and I hope you enjoy it. Thank you as usual for all the support.

Masterlist

Chapter 4

It’s been weeks since our last encounter. After concluding our agreement I started training with Namora and sometimes even with Attuma. I always found it easier to knock him off his feet compared to her. She was fast and agile and so was he but the size difference made him the easier target. My skills developed far more quickly than ever before with the intense training. Though I'd hate to admit it to Namora, constantly getting beat down by her must have forced my power to align with my intentions. She was a great but strict teacher and I would be lying if I said I wasn't intimidated by her. Izel was present during most of my training hours, translating orders and feedback. Zyanya however usually left when it started, I don’t blame her, it was long hours and since her bump started showing, I have accepted that I might not see her after a few weeks. She has spoken to me and Izel about baby names but is still unsure what to choose. I’ve grown fond of her and Izel, I would even go as far as considering them as friends though I don't if they think the same of me.

The air was cold against my skin whiles I walked through the cave's interior. Occasionally I would stumble upon a guard and they would give me a knowing nod. This became a routine whenever I was plagued by thoughts and as a result, couldn't sleep. Everything came at night or at least I thought of it as night. Time seems to move differently here. Without clocks or the sun, I can never be sure how many days it's been. I miss the sun, the moon, the sand but I am glad I have the sea. I miss my friends and I miss Adeoye's concerned face. He would flip if he saw where I was and what I was doing. I wonder if they're looking for me or maybe they don't know that I'm missing. I hope that when the time comes I can save them.

After walking aimlessly for a while I found myself near his cabin. This wasn't my intention but I did want to see him. I wanted to ask about that night but I don't think it would be wise. What would I say? Why did you try to kiss me? Why did you stop? Even if we had kissed, what would that make me the woman who got kidnapped by a perceived god, trained to be his weapon and his side piece? It would be ridiculous to think he was interested in anything else but my power.

For all, I know this could be a manipulative tactic to keep me in line. A tactic that I am far too willing to fall for. I moved closer to the small abode; stopping at the entrance. I hesitated for a moment. I reached out and knocked on the wood near the curtain. There was no response. Nervously I gave a little "Hello?". Still no answer. I peeked past the curtain and found the cabin to be empty. I slowly walked in. Where is he? Maybe he only comes here from time to time. I guess this cabin is a bit too cozy for the ruler of Talokan. I looked over his desk and saw brown stacks of paper with some kind of writing on them. I really need to learn Yucatec Mayan. I'm sure Izel would tutor if I asked. I strolled around the room until I saw the bed and instinctively decided to sit on it. It felt so illegal, so wrong but I miss him. I just sat there looking at the room until I heard voices outside the cabin, out of panic I decided to hide underneath the bed. Not long after I saw two pairs of feet and realized it was Namora talking to him. From what I could make out from the tone of their voices they were discussing something important. Honestly, I couldn't care less because if any of them find me here I will never be able to live it down this is beyond embarrassing not to mention I'm trespassing. When Namora left the room, Ku'kulkan decided to sit by the table. I heard him sigh and then say:

"You can come out now"

A part of me didn't want to, I'd rather bury myself under this bed than face him like this but I knew that he would drag me out if I didn't, so I did. When I got up I was greeted by the man I was so desperate to see, sitting widespread with a cheeky smile on his face. He was making fun of me.

"I must admit I was surprised to find you here. I thought that a woman of science would be smarter than to enter a home uninvited."

"I didn't mean to. I just..." I stopped myself before I could admit it. My heartbeat quickened. This was a bad idea. He stood up from his chair and walked up to me. "You just what?" He looked at me with want for what, I did not know. I could feel his breath on my skin and smelled the dried saltwater on his. "I just...wanted to..." He moved his face toward mine etching ever so closely "what's wrong? Do make you nervous y/n?" I nodded fearing my voice would crack if I spoke. I moved back, stumbling on the bed as he followed. "Do you want me?" He asked. I suddenly felt like everything was too much. The room was too warm, the air too thick and he was too far away whiles simultaneously being too close. But I wanted him closer. "yes," I said in a whisper, and with that our lips met.

It was slow at first, we moved in sync with each other, and his hand began to touch my waist moving up to my chest and I his. But then he became hungry for more, he discarded my dress and started kissing my neck harshly. I could help but moan egging him he started making his way down past my chest to my already-soaked core. He parted my legs wide, seeing everything. It made me twitch with anticipation. He pushed my legs back onto my folding me slightly like a sandwich. He licked softly, slowly, and then began to increase the pace. His necklaces would graze past my thighs whiles he ate me out with precision and grace. It did not take long before I felt my orgasm approaching. I was a moaning mess wet mess beneath him and he made sure to keep eye contact which only increased the ecstasy of my experience. "I'm close" I whispered like a plea. "Don't stop"

He gave no indication that he heard nor cared for what I was saying and right when I was about to reach my peaked I realized why. He stopped and I almost cried at the sudden withdrawal. I looked at him with confusion and after a second he started his advancements again. And this became his procedure for the next hour. The ebb and flow of pleasure and denial. I was begging and crying for a release, saying I would do anything he wanted but he gave no response other than small sushes and "you can take it". I couldn't think of anything other than his tongue lapping and sucking my clit. The way his hand held my thighs up and gripped at my skin. All I knew was him and everything I worried about and everything I was didn't matter. In this moment all that mattered was him.

Suddenly he stopped and kissed my cheek before taking off his shorts and neckpieces. He moved back on top of me, kissing me as he aligned his tip before slowly pushing it in. The stretch was cathartic. My overstimulated core felt everything to the max. Like everything else, he started off slow before increasing to the most delicious pace. It did not take much for me to etch closer and closer to the edge hoping that he would let me cum. I said his name over and over again praying for him fuck me harder. The room was filled with the filthy sound of our skin slapping against each other as he granted my every wish. In my haze, I could see how my juices were all over his mouth and neck, I could see the sweat on his forehead making his hair adhere to his skin. I could hear the grunts and thinness of his breath and I knew he was close too. He pounded relentlessly as I felt the familiar electricity of my climax flush over me. He continued without missing a beat for a few moments more, leaving me crying from overstimulation, before he finished inside of me. He kissed me again between beaten breaths before I let my exhaustion take over.

[voxmortuus]

idk if you’ve ever seen death proof by quentin tarantino but in the movie three girls are basically going a on road trip to a lake house and they run into this guy who’s basically been stalking them and he ends up killing then with his car. i was wondering if you could write something like that with ray marcus. but instead of him killing them with his car (or at all) you could maybe do something else.

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It was like every other night, you leave your job, and you just drive. You enjoyed the roads at night, they were clear, they were empty, there was no one out to get in your way, just you and the open road. But tonight, there was something different, as you kinda speed down the road you decide to take a different turn. Wanting to take the longer way around, a car pulls out turning on their lights, keeping his high beams on, it's kind of blinding in your rearview mirror.

You squint a moment and then you move your mirror enough so it's not too troubling. You speed up a bit, but he starts riding your rear end.

"Fuck man, get any closer and you'll need to buy me dinner and pull my hair." you scoff.

As you keep driving you put a little more distance. Checking your mirror, you realize that he's backed off a bit. Letting out a breath you turn your music up, your thumbs strum against the wheel and you begin to sing along. You forget about the driver behind you while you enjoy the empty road.

You had a moment to enjoy the road again, your guard going back down as you press your foot into the pedal a little more. But it wasn't much longer till the highbeams were back to feeling like they were inches away from your vehicle, shining brightly in your rearview mirror. You go to speed up a bit, wanting to put some distance, but your car jerks with another tap at your bumper.

"What the fuck?" You state to yourself as you proceed to speed up again trying to get out of the reach in a matter of a way.

It was a raw moment of adrenaline as he speeds up on you again. You had no clue what was going to happen. One moment you're enjoying your drive, next thing you know you've got someone on your ass from what felt like nowhere. You slow down, maybe he'll speed around you, but no luck. Snarling you look back into your mirror before you motion for him to go around, but that doesn't work.

You try and speed up, but he bumps your car again. Out of instinct you reach your hand out the window and flip him off as you speed off. Okay, probably not the smartest move. Your heart begins to pound. You proceed to put the petal to the metal and try and zoom past so he's no longer behind you, but this straight road was going to possibly be the death of you. Your heart racing, your radio turned down, no cell service.

"FUCK!" you scream and begin to beat on your wheel. "Come on asshole! COME ON! Fuckin' try me!" you snarl.

Like a bat outta hell, he speeds up on you and he pulls up and pulls up enough to fishtail you causing your car to spin into the dirt. Your heart is pounding, your mind is racing, and you don't know whether to fight or freeze. It takes you a moment to respond as your call stalls from the spinning. You hear nothing but a high-pitched buzzing in your ears, unsure of what to think, what to say, and then it hits you, you have to fight.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" you scream out of your slightly opened window.

Getting out of his car he moves to your slightly opened window and looks at you.

"You've ran into my car..." He states

"I ran into your car? Are you fuckin kidding me? What the fuck is wrong with you?!" you snap.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?" He asks.

At this point, you damn well know he's trying to get a rise out of you when he starts to chuckle. You get out of your car and you move to the front of his and you slam on his hood.

"What the fuck are you doin?" He askes you.

"What the fuck are you doin?!" you snap back.

He walks around to the front of his car and you go to run off but he grips the back of your neck and pulls you back to him and he snarls and points to the hood of his car.

"What the fuck was that?" He snarls.

"That?! That was fuckin mild compared to the shit you just pulled!" you go to slap him across the face but he catches your hand and throws it to the side so you shove him instead.

You watch him stumble back a bit but not enough time to get away. You attempt to slap him again.

"I fuckin swear to fuck girl, you go to hit me one more fuckin time..." he snarls.

"What? What the fuck are you gonna do about it?" you push.

"I will have no issue putting you in your fuckin place." He growls.

"Oh? How you gonna do that big boy?" You look over him and you present yourself as if you're going to attack.

He shakes his head. "Bitch I'll have you screaming for this whole desert to hear if you keep it going." He smirked.

"I fuckin dare you. Go ahead... try me." You press.

"You want to get fucked don't you? Girl, I fuck you, you'll be comin back for more."

"I fuckin said try me." you snarl you step forward and throw your hand across his face, making contact the sound of the slap echoed.

He grips your arm and shoves you against the hood of his car, bending you over and grips at your frame before he hikes your hips up and makes quick work of your clothes and grips at you before you realize it, he's shoved himself right between your legs and made himself quite comfortable with you.

You snarl, but fuckin hell, he's packing some serious heat in the below the cock department. Your jaw clenches as he starts to thrust into you with this heated fever. It was this rapid thrusting that caused you to gasp. Gripping the top of the hood of his car you snarl as he continues picking up his pace.

You close your eyes a moment, feeling this anger pulse through you, you jerk your hips back and start to fight but not in the way of getting him off of you, a way of working out your anger.

"Oh there she is... Fight be Darlin' I like it when they fight." He growls through his motions.

Reaching back, you grip at his shirt and pull him to you as you move your hips up and back, as if grinding against him. He reaches for your hands and pulls them behind your back. A snarl escapes you as if hiding your small whimpers.

He picks up on those small whimpers and he starts to thrust harder, thrusting upward he smirks watching your face in the reflection of the windshield. Deeper thrusts causes you to moan a little louder. The moans were nice, but no, this man wanted you to scream.

Did you want to give him that win? No, no you didn't. You snarl and start backing your hips up into him as if fighting back, a low snarl escapes you as he slams his hips against your ass and he lets out another snarl as you moan.

It wasn't until he moved in a different angle that he found that sweet spot and you bite your lip, and your hips buckle.

"That's the spot isn't it Darlin'?" he asks.

You moan a little louder as he continues to thrust. You moan louder as he thrust harder against that sweet spot and there it was, that win. That sweet spot caused you to scream.

"That's it... scream louder for the whole world to know." He mused with a soft chuckle to his voice.

You feel your legs start to shake, your eyes flutter as you feel yourself getting wetter as he rides that spot.

"Fuck!" you moan louder.

"No, scream. Don't fuckin moan. Fuckin scream." He snarled.

You can feel him work you, stretching you at a new angle, and it wasn't long before you were giving him frequent reoccurring back to back screams. It was as if they wouldn't stop pouring from your mouth.

Pulling a little harder, thrusting a little more you feel yourself building to that finish.

"Come on Darlin'. Show me how good of a job I did. Make a mess." He coaxed.

"FUUUUCK!!" your voice echoes across the surface of the surrounding area.

"That's a good girl." He chuckles as he gives a few more needed thrusts before be gives his own finish deep within you, filling you to the bring where you are oozing and snarls.

This moment stuck with you, but he was also right, he won, every night after work, you take the same route, and have the same race, and a much needed finish, damn near tradition at this rate.

[casuallyawkardd]

In His Vice Pt II

Pairing: Dark!Miguel O'Hara x Wife!Reader

Summary: Miguel discovers a new world unlike any other in the Spiderverse

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI! non con in terms of pretending to be someone else, oral sex, lowkey sub!Miguel?? overstimulation, manipulative vibes, not fluent in Spanish so correct me plzzz

A/N: This one is from Miguel's perspective because apparently I like experimenting with those now. Most chapters are gonna be first person, but this one is kind of for context. Dividers by cafekitsune

PART I | TAGLIST

"Watch! Watch me, okay!?"

"Aye, mija, I'm watching." Gaby laughed as she ran across the field, Miguel following at a slower pace. She was kicking the soccer ball as she went, dribbling just how he had showed her. Stopping, Gabriela rested a foot atop the ball, turning to face her father. It was a sight to behold, headband doing little to keep her flyaways down, cheeks ruddy from running around, brown eyes that matched his dazzled by the golden sun. Miguel smiled, there she was. His little girl. His everything. His Gaby.

"Are you ready, Papi?"

"Yes, for the hundredth time chiquita, I'm ready for your trick." His answer seemed to suffice, Gaby shooting another toothy grin his way before facing the goal. She adjusted her position so the ball was nestled between her legs, ankles gripping the leather tightly. Then she thrust her body forward, performing a handstand and taking the ball with her. Perhaps it was more of a roll, momentum moving her little body forward and throwing the ball towards the goal.

In reality, it wasn't anything special. One of those tricks that to a kid seemed like the most amazing thing ever, but to Miguel was nothing more than a clumsy maneuver. And yet as the ball barely passed the goal line and Gaby looked up at him expectantly, it was the greatest feat he'd ever witnessed. "Did you see that?" Gaby asked, scrambling to her feet to get to him.

"I did," he responded, kneeling so that they were eye level. Miguel waited to finish his thought on purpose, smirking as she waited for his answer with an obvious eagerness. "It was perfect, mi vida."

And that's when the video ended, just like it always did. Crimson eyes stared at the still image, stopped as the two were mid embrace. Miguel was tired, he knew he should probably get some sleep, but there was still work to do. And if he wasn't going to do it, no one would.

"Miguel." No response. "Migueeeeel." Still nothing. "Oh Dark Garfield~"

"What now, Lyla? I'm in the middle of something," he turned his head to look at the hologram sitting on his control panel.

Lyla side-eyed the monitor in front of him, looking back at him with a bored look. "Yeah, I can tell."

"What do you want?" he spoke through gritted teeth, the AI taking her time and adjusting her tinted glasses.

"New universe detected on the border of the arachnopoly-whatever."

"And?"

Lyla smirked, "Why don't you take a look for yourself."

Miguel let out a deep breath through his nose, moving across the platform and pressing a button that showed the map of the multiverse. The room went black, the strings of the universe appearing midair, coming together into a familiar, glowing web. Lyla took control then, various worlds flying past Miguel until settling on the one in question. It seemed like any of the others, its strings a little faded compared to some, but the universe itself seemed intact.

"What exactly am I looking at here?"

"I am so glad you asked," Lyla chirped, pixelating in front of him once again and pacing around the image in question. "I stumbled across this while running a safety check. Yah know, to make sure none of the universes were on the verge of collapse."

"Get to the point."

"Ugh, you're no fun," with a snap of her fingers, Lyla manifested a screen listing the data Miguel was seeking. "At first I thought it was nothing special, your standard other universe with another version of Spider-Man, but the closer I looked I started to realize that-"

"There's no Spider-Man in this universe," Miguel finished, scrolling through the file again to see if he had missed that crucial detail. Brows now knitted together, he lifted his head, "How is that possible? Who's there to defend against the super villains? Vulture, Green Goblin, Venom?"

"They don't exist in this one," Lyla explained, crossing her arms as she examined the notes over his shoulder, most likely not reading any of them. "No villains, no Spider-Man, nothing."

"How is this possible?" It was perplexing to say the least. Sure, Miguel had theorized that there were universes out there, beyond the ones that connected every version of Spider-Man together, but he was precise when designing the multi-dimensional travel devices. Meticulous to make sure the only universes that would connect were directly related to the arachno-humanoid poly multiverse.

"I have a theory..."

"I'm listening," Miguel's eyes narrowed at the AI standing next to him.

Lyla smirked, waving her hands and making everything disappear; the holographic images replaced by screens depicting video footage, which slowly began to pop up throughout the darkness. "I took the liberty of collecting intel for yah, taking the initiative and all that," she bragged, "my guess is this universe happened to have just enough similarities with the other universes to squeak through the cracks. As you can see, it does have some canon events checked off. The creation of Alchemax and Oscorp. The birth of potential spiders such as Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, Jessica Drew and-"

"Me," Miguel interrupted her rambling, eyes glued to a video of himself, or rather a version of himself, a sense of deja vu washing over him.

"Yep, you too," Lyla agreed before picking up where she left off. "Like I was saying, this universe seems to have had a few canon events, but none of the core canon events that follow the Spider-Man timeline. No being bitten by a radioactive spider, no dead uncle or experiments gone wrong that could lead to super villain creation. I've been running scans on repeat and there still hasn't been any alerts regarding the creation of a Spider-Man or-"

"That'll be all, Lyla," Miguel dismissed the hologram, who went quiet. He didn't see, but she was eyeing him skeptically, as if trying to read his mind. Watching for something that wasn't there before blipping out of existence and leaving Miguel alone. His hands went to his hips, jaw clenched in concentration as he merely observed. No harm in watching afterall.

Video after video of his life in another universe, one where everything seemed to go right. The Miguel in this universe was lucky, he still kept in touch with his mother and brother, got a boss who wasn't a power hungry piece of shit, a version of him that didn't have to alternate his DNA to shake off an addiction. In fact, he was pretty sure Rapture didn't exist in this universe.

And then he saw her. The Gaby in this universe was younger than the one he knew, but he'd recognize her anywhere. Video after video played of the two of them together, a desire he thought was buried clawing to the surface. The memory of all that had gone wrong before pulled him back to himself, sighing heavily as he cut the footage and returned things to how they were. Miguel distracted himself with his work, much like he usually did. Compartmentalize and put away, just how he'd taught himself to do.

It is a possibility, isn't it? The thought hooked into his skull. This universe is unlike any other we've come across. Could it have other exceptions? It was futile to rely on 'what ifs', Miguel knew that all too well. Putting the lives of millions at risk, all for his own selfish benefit, that wasn't a possibility. And yet his fingers were already moving, typing commands into Lyla's system to collect as much data as she could on this new earth. His downtime was spent going over the footage, reading every new development and discovery.

Curiosity grew to be obsession. Suddenly this universe wouldn't be like the last one. He'd thought through every potential outcome, every way that something could grow wrong. The collapse of the universe? Unlikely. The past was due to an oversight, tampering with the canon too much leading to destruction. What about the Miguel that originally came from this universe? If he was like the others, he'd probably be dead soon anyway, a potential threat to his plan, but one he could worry about if a problem arose.

Pieces were falling into place, Gaby's sweet giggles a siren song as he listened to them over and over and over again. This time will be different, he reminded himself, he was prepared this time. Knew the risks. It had to work, the plan was already set in motion. It would work.

Miguel took his time to prep, partly so he could be ready for anything and also to wait and see what would unfold. Based on what he saw of this universe, squeezing himself into this Miguel's life could be easier than he had anticipated. Being a version of himself meant that he too came with flaws, ones that Miguel knew intimately. A workaholic who thrived on routine, Miguel could work with that. Routine meant he was predictable. Predictability meant vulnerability. An opening he could exploit.

His research merely helped with deciding when and how to insert himself. The footage was his primary source of information, making it so Miguel was able to put faces to names, flesh out relationships and dynamics, figure out where he needed to start so that he could make it better.

Taking the place of himself wasn't foreign to him, confident he could do it again, if not better than the first time he'd done it. What he didn't expect this time around was the hassle of cleaning and covering his tracks. The switch had to be seamless, no witnesses and no trace of what had occurred in the dark of the night. That was why he was in such a bad mood when he finally got to the house. He had brought a change of clothes, something clean to cover the mess, but he hadn't considered the oncoming storm. The shoes he wore were wet, caked with mud and stained as he struggled to take them off in the entryway. He was planning how he wanted to get rid of them when-

"Miguel?"

His body stiffened, slowly standing upright as he looked for the source of the voice. He had almost forgotten about the wife, remembering her face from the videos. So much smaller in person, he could hear how fast her heart was beating as he drew near, see a nervous sweat as it started at her temple and worked its way down. Miguel was short with her, their conversation only preventing him from reaching what he sought. His eyes only briefly acknowledged the direction she pointed in before he continued on his path.

Gaby was a breath of fresh air, one that made all the pain and frustration of today and the ones before worth it. There was no way she knew how much he loved her, the lengths he would go to to be where he sat now. His hand reached out, hesitantly cupping the side of her face while she slept. There was so much he wanted to do in this moment, so much he had to say. Things that told her how happy he was to see her and things that she wouldn't be able to understand. And yet she was precious, sound asleep and unaware of the thunder and wind outside, he wouldn't dare wake her.

The illusion of solitude was ruined as light footsteps pattered down the hallway. Miguel's teeth grinded together in frustration, knowing to whom they belonged to. At least she didn't come in, didn't usurp this moment between father and daughter. He had run through countless different scenarios of what he could do with her. Divorce would be what most would do, but that would lead to complications. Custody battles and court appearances that he didn't have time for nor the energy to deal with. Killing her had crossed his mind, sitting in his brain for longer than he'd care to admit. Even just taking Gaby had potential, for there were places he could go that neither her nor any authorities could follow.

But none of that would work. Gabriela loved her father and her mother. Separating them in any way would upset her and he couldn't have that. So for now, he'd stick to the plan he had conjured. Taking over as this earth's Miguel was the easy part, maintaining it wasn't going to be so simple.

The first night was spent memorizing the layout of the house, fingers gliding along the walls as if to remind himself this was real. That the rooms, and everything in them that he'd been seeing on the monitors, was within his reach. The details would come with time, things like where they kept the silverware and what clothes belonged to which drawers, but for now he had time to prep. Tomorrow would be his first real day in this world and everything had to be perfect.

Miguel was accustomed to sleepless nights, the thought of a quick dose of caffeine being what got him through helping get Gaby ready for the day. She was better awake than she was asleep, lively and all smiles as she talked his ear off about trivial matters. She mentioned 'craving' pancakes, actually using the term and he complimented her on her extensive vocabulary. That first hour where it was just the two of them made him feel as though he was floating. A dream that was almost too real, except he knew he didn't have to wake up. That is until the wife had made yet another inconvenient appearance.

At least she's pretty, was the thought that crossed his mind, now that the light of day revealed her features better. It had been some time since Miguel had paid a woman any mind and yet here he was, married to a complete stranger. She had gentle features, something he wasn't familiar with seeing. Miguel had spent years fighting villains, whose faces were twisted and ugly, scarred and wrinkled to reflect their vile nature. Even the other spiders had their own flaws, drooping eyes and dark circles, beaten down by hard lives and the weight of responsibility. And yet this woman's blemishes consisted of faded acne scars and the beginnings of smile lines. Hair messy because she had the audacity of getting a full night's rest.

He gained a good understanding of her on his first day. The wife of a negligent husband, she was headstrong. Independent in her decision making and the one to take control during the day's activities. Deciding where to stop for lunch, what beach to spend the afternoon at and which movie to end the night on. It was an admirable quality, some he'd seen many lack, stepping up to the plate as a mother and wife instead of admitting defeat and crying 'woe is me' because her husband would rather work overtime than fuck her.

And a good mother she was, much to his chagrin, attentive to Gaby's needs and simultaneously putting her foot down when needed. There were traits he could use to his benefit, while others he'd have to teach out of her. The day could come where she might suspect him, seeing as she didn't seem like an idiot either, meaning he had to have her under his thumb before then. For now, he'd sit idle and gather more information over the weekend. Take what he learned and begin work in the following week.

Gaining her trust was the first step, play the role of the good husband she thought she deserved. The other Miguel's routine was hers as well, certain expectations in place. Mornings were hectic, his wife moving as though she had a million things to do at once. She'd almost run into him as he stepped into the kitchen, frustration briefly appearing on her face before she soothed it away, the transition so smooth it seemed practiced.

"Miguel, I need you to make your own breakfast this morning, I still have to get Gaby ready and-"

"I already did that."

A pause, her body still in the doorway, watching as he poured himself some coffee, nonchalant in his movements. "Oh, well then I guess that just leaves the lunches..."

"I got them put together last night."

"Oh." That simple syllable was his signal that things were going according to plan. A sound that was a mix of surprise and satisfaction, not expecting him to lend a helping hand and content when he did. At least in terms of the little things.

That's something her Miguel lacked, always focusing on the big picture and overlooking the minute details. But he thrived on noticing what most didn't, whether it be adjusting a tiny wire in one of his gizmos or leaving a glass of water on her nightstand; she'd always get up in the middle of the night for a glass of water. Twelve twenty-seven to be exact. And it had to be cold, which was why he made sure to add ice beforehand.

She was hesitant to the changes, at least at first. Waiting for the day he'd slip back into how her Miguel would act, he'd always have to be two steps ahead of her if he wanted to do any simple favors. He found himself actually enjoying the little game forming between them, a challenge to see who could do better than the other.

Then he started to think he was getting too good at playing the part of husband. Her eyes lingered longer than he liked, hands holding instead of brushing against his hands and body. It was torturous in a way, having to endure her intimate touching and kissing when, in his eyes, they had only met a couple weeks ago. But it came with the role he had thrust upon himself, the incentive of Gaby keeping him from snapping his new wife in two.

He knew it was a matter of time until she'd want more than half hearted kisses, her desires coming to fruition late one night. Miguel took his time getting ready for bed, brushing his teeth until he was convinced his gums were bleeding and that the bristles of the brush would be forever bent. Her scent was evident, already aroused and pretending not to be as she flipped through her book. It was a sweet smell, tempting even, and that's what pissed him off even more. He was here for Gaby, to be the father he deserved to be. And Miguel was not one to divert from a plan.

"Miguelito," she said his name so sweetly, book tossed aside as he got into bed. Her hands unreasonably soft against his bare chest, face coming close to his. She leaned in to kiss him, but Miguel turned away at the last second, her lips ghosting against the side of his face. He caught himself before he did it again, allowing her to turn his head back and kiss him; let her tongue glide against his lips, parting them as she deepened the kiss.

Her body shifted, straddling his lap and rubbing herself against him. His sweatpants did nothing to protect him from the warmth of her sex, Miguel softly gasping against her lips. His hands grasped her hips, stilling them and she smiled against his skin. She was teasing and he was more than aware of it, the thought of her having the upper hand making his blood boil in more ways than one.

"Baby, I..." she trailed off, clearly conflicted. Some inner turmoil he was supposed to know, but had yet to understand. Settling on a small smile, she pecked him on the tip of his nose, "I've missed you."

Miguel almost scoffed, as if it were an inside joke only he was in on. He knew she didn't miss him. She had no idea that the man in her bed, the one she was kissing along the torso of, untying the sweatpants and nudging them out of the way of, was not her husband. And yet every touch made his skin feel like it was on fire, a heat that made his head hazy. She took his cock well in her mouth, as if having done it countless times before. It was bliss, warm and wet, her tongue gliding along the vein that made his eyes roll back into his skull.

The thoughts he managed to create were interrupted with every suck and bob of her head, hips bucking instinctively and groaning in frustration when her hands pinned them down. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a large hand gripping her hair and lifting her head. A loud pop resounded in their bedroom, Miguel taking in the sight of her. Eyes half-lidded, face flushed and mouth agape; she was breathing heavy, her tongue sticking out teasingly to poke at the slit on the head of his cock.

Reluctantly, at least that's what he told himself, Miguel's grip slowly loosened, allowing her to sink down onto his shaft once again. His hands found purchase in the bedsheets, gripping them tightly as she continued to fuck him with her mouth, pushing him closer and closer to the brink until he could bear it no longer.

"Stop, I'm gonna-" but she relented, sinking down until he could feel her throat clench around his girth. A strangled moan escaped him, muscles tensing as she swallowed every drop of his cum. The arrogant look on her face when she finally sat upright had a new kind of anger seething in his chest. Bested in a way that made him vulnerable, all while she smugly wiped away any excess with a dainty thumb.

His fingers wrapped around her throat, pulling her to him and wiping the confidence from her face. "Lie the fuck down," he demanded, voice low and slow so she understood him clearly. She complied, limbs remembering how to move as they switched places; Miguel hovering over her as she rested back against the pillows. One hand held him up while the other trailed up her thigh, hiking up her night shirt and exposing her to his hungry eyes. "Maldita puta," Miguel scoffed at the sight of her lack of underwear, pussy exposed and her scent invading his nostrils.

Confidence overshadowed uncertainty, Miguel knowing that he may not have tasted her before, but that the version of Miguel in this universe wouldn't hold a candle to him. Her moans were the evidence, starting soft and growing until she had to keep herself quiet. "You don't want to wake up Gaby, right putita?" he mocked her, returning the treatment she gave him tenfold.

Her slick made him salivate, fluids combining into an intoxicating concoction on his tongue. It made him want more, delving in as deep as he could and suckling her bud when he wanted more. Miguel took his time, enjoying how she squirmed; thrilled at how little effort it took to keep her just where he wanted.

When he felt her thighs beginning to tremble, he knew she was close. Miguel only delved deeper, not just licking and pressing, but nipping and sucking at her most intimate place. Her moans became high pitched, body shuddering beneath his as Miguel indulged in her release. When he came up for air, he enjoyed seeing how her chest heaved with every breath, a thin layer of sweat on her skin that made her look as though she were glowing.

And yet he wasn't done, smirking against her mound before slowly licking a line up her slit, a warning that there was still more to come. "Baby, please-" her protests died on her tongue as he didn't just eat, but devoured every inch of her cunt. His thumb came to massage her now sensitive bud, while his tongue teased her folds.

Her hips bucked up against him, Miguel's large hand splaying across her stomach to keep her still. Her squirming didn't deter him, in fact making him double his efforts. Miguel felt his own arousal resurge, grinding himself against the silk sheets. Her second orgasm came quicker than the first, Miguel smirking against her skin when she shuddered and moaned.

With that, Miguel decided to give her a moment of peace, sitting upright on his knees to hover over her. His new wife was a mess, gasping for breath and fighting to keep her eyes open. It stirred something inside him, a feeling he hadn't paid mind to in a long time.

"C'mon now, princesa," he cooed in a sickly sweet tone, hooking her thighs with his arms and dragging her forward; their hips now flush against one another. His smirk only widened when he felt her jump upon contact with his hardened length, twisting his expression into one of mock innocence. "This is just the beginning."

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[strawberrycarat]

CCXP Mexico - Omelete Stage HOTD

So, I've seen a lot of people complaining about the Omelete stage yesterday... and I, honestly, as a Mexican, I agree. There was someone else saying some pro-things to it, and I do agree in some points, but I disagree in others.

First of all, you must know that yes, Mexicans are a more effusive public, so I was kind of surprised they all behave well (trust me, we can be more chaotic). I think the problem was the hosts and the event arrangements.

We're not as punctual as we should, in any event, honestly. Usually we know that if something is set to, I don't know, 10am, it usually starts 10:30 or something. So I wasn't surprised they started late. What did surprised me was the chaos during the interview (yes, it is a more informal stage, but that doesn't mean the host should be less professional - I didn't see the same problem in Brasil, for example, and it was a shock to see two of the hosts were the same that last year). Some of the questions, to my own personal taste, were meaningless (like the same boring questions the actors have already answer a lot - brasil CCXP included - like which team are you, etc.). Some questions were alright (like the one of the makeup/hair, etc.), but it did seem unconfortable for the actors in some points of the interview - like telling Ewan many girls would like him to stay in their houses - there was something similar in Brasil, but I think it was better managed. —Also, I felt like the girls-hosts were competing for attention? I don't know - the men seemed a bit ignored—...

Now, I do disagree in a point someone said before. It doesn't matter if we're in Mexico, there are host that can speak perfect English and that don't have the problem of the language barrier. I think they needed to choose better hosting and I don't know if it was a good choice to have so many hosts (4 was too much - I think 1 or 2 that knew how to handle the interview and the audience should've been a wise choice - specially since they were 4 cast members - and I think for the time they didn't gave the actors a lot of time - which is a shame since they travelled all the way here). One of the host asked the questions of the teams and after Tom, I saw Ewan taking his mic, but one of the hosts started to talk and she didn't let him finish).

I'm not surprised Ewan's ear-thing failed, but I think he did handled so well and he seemed so polite to the technician that went to change it in the middle of the interview.

Another thing that was con: it was on Sunday and the CCXP announced the actors one week before the event. Mexico is a huge country and to make that travel in such a short notice is hard to do (money, arrangements for an hotel, etc). And, even if there were a lot of people from other States going to the CCXP, they probably left for their homes on Sunday because Monday is a work-day. So I think that's why it was more empty than other days.

Oh, and the arrangements. I think they did have a better arrangement in Brasil. Here, the actors had to run from one stage to another (the omelet thing was at 5:15 and the other stage at 6:00 - and since the first one started super late...). I think it would've been better if they had the omelet stage before (or even on Saturday) to have all the fans concentrating in one of them and not choosing one.

Also, the thunder stage seemed more professional - there was one host who seemed to concentrate in more elaborate questions and the mariachi at the end - genius!

I really hope this doesn't discourage the actors from coming again. I think, since it was the first time with the CCXP it was meant to have many errors, but in general I think it was a good event. I just think they could've do better with the HOTD cast - it was a shame. The actors were sweethearts, though, and I am glad they liked Mexico - I can't wait to see all the other interviews they did !

Anyway, it was MY opinion, as a Mexican who wasn't able to go (again - time, money and work didn't allowed me), but who was refreshing all the time to see every detail of the event.

[dailycass-cain]

Balancing real-life stuff so I couldn't do this over the weekend. So tonight here are my thoughts on Detective Comics #1087 (all of it, main story and side).

Cass's appearance in the main story is brief but still has a great weight around it. There's just something I love of Ram V where every small moment still has overtones to everything that's gone on in his run.

Every side character on this quest Batman has been through gets to shine. It hits me with utter 😄seeing the payoffs occurring in this run that have been built here or throughout other stories. These payoffs are just SOOO good and these aren't even the "end" ones.

For Cass, it's being her and just not giving up. STILL fighting, still honoring the bat symbol, and the legacy of the Batman. Aka reasons why we love this character 101.

ust the way she's introduced in the issue? chef's kiss

That extra added, "Oh they boned and know it." just by the added panel of Cass's eyes narrowing. SOOOOOO good I was little squeeing in gittiness at it. Something that's consistently happening since 2020. 😊

Likewise, you can feel that "ending" coming as Batman readies his schemes, the Orghams entering their's, Gotham too, and of course the twist we all saw coming given last issue with one other party throwing their hand too.

I'm really curious to where this all goes from here on out, and honestly I feel like a broken record but I cannot wait to see the payoffs. Like I know and feel these are all gonna be earned.

Oh sure, we might get a reset on some (Two-Face and Mr. Freeze), but man; Ram V's characterizations of both are leaving an impression on me. Something for me to continue spouting top of my lungs, "This is kino and enjoy the ride." to anyone who hasn't picked it up.

The art by Christian Duce and Stefano Raffaele is just 🔥 with the coloring by Luis Guerrero just stunning too. DC since 2020 has been killing it with the colorists they've got sprinkled throughout their books. Just makes everything the artists draw pop more.

What else can I say of the main story? Other than it just keeps delivering every month. But hey we're getting more kino with Ram V with the New Gods. That's gonna be great and curious to see where he goes with that.

The secondary story is something I've been hoping to see since the character showed up in this run, and that was some Jean-Paul Valley goodness, and not only do we get this here.

We get Dan Watters back on writing him. Oh sure, he couldn't get Nikola back, but hey Francesco Francavilla on it? Oooooh sign me up! Seeing his Cass was a delight at long last.

The story itself is just rooted in SOOO much back lore with Dick and Jean-Paul. You can take it as the perfect case to their history with one another (and it isn't pretty). I'm kind of glad we got this in the story to show this wasn't forgotten.

That this isn't just a united heirs to Bruce working together. There's still some stuff there from past that causes spite and mistrust (aka KnightsEnd).

In that regard, Dick is right to be this way. He's given Jean-Paul multiple passes and well every time Jean-Paul fell back to the conditioning he went through.

But again, Cass being Cass. Her coda is stone. "You can change. You can." Even when she was at the brunt of it too, she still that beacon holding for that hope this is the time Jean-Paul defeats his inner demons for good.

Again, it's a nice balance between the three characters. An actual reason Dick would be no trusting, and Cass being, "TRUST HIM." Given all she's been with Jean-Paul due to No Man's Land. I wasn't expecting this to be remembered on my 2024 comic bingo card.

That's something I wish someone would dig further into. That Cass could be that rock for Jean-Paul, kind of like how Steph is for Jason currently. Or Oynx was for Cass (kind of hoping that this is revisited on when she arrives in BoP) or currently Cass bonding hard with Barda.

Again, layers upon layers here. Why I enjoy this run currently for all of this.

Detective Comics #1087 continues the ride and makes me appreciate this run even more. Like, again this feels different to me. To have Cass entwined to a modern Batman epic?

Oh sure she has sprinkles in Batman runs or past Tec runs. But here? Not just the fan service appearance but characterization and history.

All the reasons why people love this character are all here. Leaving me ☺️🥺every single time I read an issue of this run. I can't wait to have the whole thing collected and just read it all.

Gonna be great.

[dipplinduo]

How would you rank the gens?

Ope I feel like I'm gonna upset some people LOL so disclaimer remember these are just my takes.

But this is how I personally see them (counting remakes as being part of the gen they remaking):

Gen 9 - Paldea Region

I've been thinking about this since the games came out, so I'd like to say recency bias isn't as much of a factor here. Bugs aside, I genuinely, genuinely love the storytelling, characterizations, and open world approach. FRIENDS THAT FEEL LIKE ACTUAL FRIENDS?? HAVING THE LEGENDARY WITH YOU THE WHOLE TIME, AND IT TOO HAS A PERSONALITY & BACKSTORY??? THREE SEPERATE STORYLINES THAT CONNECT TO A CANONICALLY DEAD PROFESSOR AND AN "EVIL AI" FINAL BOSS??? Like omg. I was amazed. I honestly usually dislike the "gimmicks" each generation brings, but terastilization caught my interest and I have a strong feeling nothing will personally top it as a gimmick for me. The DLCs really sent it all home for me for the #1 spot, like oh my god LOL. Past DLCs always just felt like something extra, but I literally cannot see this game as being complete without Kieran, Carmine & the rest of Kitakami/Blueberry peeps & their storylines. My interest in the games only grew because of all of it - and that's a massive compliment given the fact of how hard it is to accomplish such a level of monumental significance with only a few hours of gameplay. I've yet to replay the game with earlier access to The Teal Mask, but I feel like this would make it even more immersive. Just pure chef kisses here.

Gen 2 - Johto Region

A very close second. Heartgold/Soulsilver is the most elite remake in existence and idc if it's old school, I'll die on this hill. Johto is just so full of life - the continuation story is amazing, the immersion into culture and legendary stuff??? Mwah. Silver is an excellent rival, RED being a thing (the ultimate level of iconicism), and the double region will always hit. The soundtracks HIT and my god hearing them remastered iS INCREDIBLE. I even get obsessed with the pokeathlon dome and I'm usually not someone who gets into that kind of stuff. But THEY MADE IT FUN. And I love all the cute activities you can do with your team that can follow you around. So glad they brought this feature back. :')

Gen 5 - Unova Region

Oooooh I loved the reset of Gen 5. It's based on where I'm from and there were so many refreshing aspects of Black & White. From the new pokemon, to the NYC culture, to N & the whole beautiful storytelling there, and a sequel that somehow made everything even MORE polished. I literally remember referring to this region as the "Isshu Region" before the English names dropped becuase of the hype LOL. 10/10, cannot wait for these remakes. Gamefreak don't mess this up.

Gen 4 - Sinnoh Region

Oh, Gen 4. You hit good. The lowkey dreary vibes of Sinnoh is very nostalgic to me, and Piplup is one of my best buddies. Cynthia being the very first female Champion, and being as fearsome as she is, was such a big deal to me. Definetely Barbie'd her a bit in my mind because I look a like her and loved how much of an academic she was (but I def do not have her length in hair, lmao). Soundtracks are fire, of course. The way legendaries were integrated in the story without going too Dragonball Z was IMMACULATE, and the lake trio will always be my fave lil buddies. The only con I'd give this gen is that I disliked the HM reliance & D/P are practically unplayable to me since Platinum exists. I had low bars for the remake once I heard it wasn't Platinum, and ugh, they really dropped the ball. HOWEVER: while it isn't main line, I fucking love Legends: Arceus and would rather have that over an excellent remake, tbh.

Gen 1 - Kanto Region

This is another nostalgia one for me because of the fact that I quite literally was introduced to pokemon since before I can recall most memories (this is what happens when you have an older sibling with a gameboy, lol). It's probably tied with Gen 4, tbh. Firered wasn't my first game, but it hit really good because I "played" so much of R/B/Y. I know Gen 1 has its faults, and it's often seen as being pretty bare bones in comparison to other generations. And while I completely agree, god damn, what a good foundation for a franchise. Every town had a personality to it and is very memorable to me. The soundtracks are FIRE. Smaller pokedex, but damn does team building hit (and the starters are elite). Blue was also consistently my favorite rival until Kieran, lol. #oldrivalshipping/conflictingshipping was the original OTP xD

Gen 7 - Alola Region

So there's a lot of things I liked about Gen 7. It took a really big risk by breaking the formula, and it really immersed me into the Hawaiian culture & seeing your pokemon more as friends. I loved looking at pokemon in a different way and some of the pokemon introduced in this region are among my favorites (e.g. Ribombee, Bewear, Shiinotic, Mimikyu, Rockaruff, to name a few; starters also HIT). NEBBY AND LILLIE ARE ELITE. The professor is so lit, and Team Skull is the funniest team organization alive. AND YES, GET RID OF THE HMS. I honestly think a remake would make this gen jump up a bit more for me - the 3DS could barely handle this game, and it was showing. The facial expressions also need some work LOL, and I honestly dread the tutorial of the game. I like the ultrabeasts conceptually, but the execution of their involvement in the game is very DragonBall Z-ified. Ultra Necrozma lowkey would've been an amazing time for a "light" type even if it didn't make much sense, but hey, it was an awesome nuzlocke-killing moment anyway. xD

Gen 8 - Galar Region

I actually have a lot of play time for this gen. I was very obsessed with it when it came out, and could probably get glued to it all the same nowadays. But in hindsight, I realize a lot of my attachment to it was because of the semi-open worldness & ability to create a lot of different kinds of teams with a lot of new and old pokemon I like (I also liked having access to things earlier, like Ice Types before the end of the game lmfao). I still have a few things I really enjoy outside of it, though, like Hop's storyline & the setup of the gyms being in this stadium, sports-esque setting. But the plot? Eh. I have a lot of constructive criticism on how some shortcuts were made, and especially with the whole darkest day stuff lol. The only thing I liked about that fight was the dogs coming in and being cool; I wasn't impressed by or interest in Eternatus at all. The Leon fight afterward was fun, though! But oof, those weird men with the sword and shield hair afterwards were also just...no. :D DLCs also didn't quite hit that hard - it was more about having more pokemon than anything for me. So overall, it's fun to play, but I'd definitely change up the plot to make it better.

Gen 3 - Hoenn Region

This is where I think some people might wanna fight me, and to that I say you're probably valid. I don't know what it is with the Hoenn region because I actually don't have too many critiques about it (e.g., let's have less water routes); I just have never been able to get into it quite the same as I can others. I should honestly give it another shot, but I think I'd wanna do Emerald over Omega Ruby/Sapphire given the route they took everything with the remake lol. That's about all I have to say on this one since I never really connected with it as much!

Gen 6 - Kalos Region

This one feels like an especially hot take to have atm given where the pokemon community is in general LOL. Critical opinions ahead......Listen...no offense, but Gen 6 just ain't it for me at all. xD It's probably the one gen I actively dislike. The games felt way too easy with too much hand-holding/handouts, Team Flare & Diantha were a joke (and I'm not even a competitive player), and the whole group of friends felt more like an annoyance to me more than anything. They just weren't flushed out right. Neither was the plot. Like what was that plot. Outside of that, a lot of things just felt like "Look! Pokemon is in 3D now!!" over and over again because of how rushed the game was. So other than introducing fairy types & having pretty protagonists with some new clothing options, this gen is pretty forgettable to me. And that's a shame, because I like pokemon! I was one of those people who were curious on if we were gonna connect to Kalos for Gen 9, but I'd geniunely pick the DLCs we got any day of the week. I don't think Legends ZA will change much of my opinion on the mainline game, but given how much I loved Legends Arceus, I'm hoping it can be used to retcon & generate more interest/connection to the Kalos region in general.

Again, these are all just my personal opinions. I hope you all can enjoy pokemon in any way that feels good for you :) <3

[taraljc]

One one thing that has been eating at me the last week is that Loki never apologised to Sylvie, or thanked her.

Because she was right. The whole thing was a sham, a trick, the longest long con. He Who Remains wasn't afraid because he had no actual intention of dying.

He banked on being able to trap a Loki in his old job, ensure the status quo, and get away clean. Victor Timely, the throughput multiplier, all of that was just misdirection--making you look the right hand so you miss what the left-hand is doing. Loading up his tempad and taking it off, placing it in easy reach. He had to give them the hope of winning so that they could realise the game was rigged, and he expected them to give up.

But Sylvie never did. She would have fought right up to her last breath for the entire multiverse, not just the one sacred timeline, and another eternity of endless genocide.

She was never going to settle for cutting their losses, saving what they could, and going right back to the status quo at the expense of the rest of existence. And in the end, neither did Loki. She asked him flat out what right did they have to play God? And did he really want to be the one who banished free will?

She forced him to stop lying to himself not because she's trying to hurt him but because she was trying to help him figure out what he truly wanted what his true motivations were so that he would know himself. so that he might have the same chance that she did to find out who she really was.

In the first season, Mobius was the one pushing for Loki to face truths about himself that were hard, but necessary. He was Loki's first real friend, who treated him as an equal and earned his respect. And that allowed Loki to become Sylvie's first real friend and they inspired each other to become the best versions of themselves.

Mobius refusing a seat at the table wasn't about Loki. It was always about his own fears of finding out where he came from and who he had been. requesting his file and finally looking up his counterpart on the Sacred Timeline was always going to be painful but necessary.

He spent eons chasing down dangerous desperate people, investigating, working the desk job and only going out into the field very, very rarely. He had insulated himself from everything and everyone. and it took two Loki's to turn everything upside down, and show him that the person he trusted most in the world didn't deserve his loyalty let alone his affection because she viewed him as nothing but a burden, and a tool to be used.

Everybody talks about Casey is being the most different from his sacred timeline counterpart, but I think a slightly corny single dad who sells jet skis is about as far away from a skilled analyst and field agent for the most powerful organisation in all of existence as he could get.

So while I am glad that Loki was able to thank a version of Mobius and shake his hand, I do wish that Sylvie had got the same sort of moment --some kind of acknowledgment that there was only ever one real choice. She deserves to hear it from his own lips that she was right, and he should have listened to her from the start. Not right about everything. The people of the TVA were capable of change and weren't rotten to the core. But HWR? She saw through him.

[sillygoosealert]

Hello!!! I don't know if it's possible, I thought of something. Syzoth forcing his girlfriend Y/n to get pregnant and she doesn't want to, in such a twisted way that he calls her by the name of his deceased wife, the yandere style cele and when the baby is born he names him after his deceased son and lives a distorted reality . I imagine him wanting to raise and continue raising his girlfriend in the hope that his child will be "reborn" but it doesn't work. A lot of psychological torture and rudeness in bed.

Yes or no, thank you❤️❤️

This one was very fun 😆

Why are you upset? You wanted this..

zyzoth, noncon, then dub-con, then angst no comfort, then very poor comfort, dead dove do not eat, um his wife’s name is Zarina :3, and then you kill yourself at the end!!

When you were invited into Syzoths home, you were more than appreciative. Words couldn't describe how special you felt to be allowed not only into his safe place- but also into his arms. He held you throughout the nights, whispering sweet words into your ears. He held you tight, you never felt unwelcome. Even when he would put his hand on your stomach when you would sleep with him and whine about having a child with you, you weren't afraid he would ever hurt or leave you.

He did not feel the same, though. He would become irate and clingy when it was the two of you. Not letting you out of his sight, not letting you leave him. It was a small, not-that-bad, kind of problem. The attention was nice and you didn't mind reassuring him.

But he became aggressive soon enough. When he would make love to you, he wouldn't pull out. He would simply latch onto your mouth to stop any of your protests. You weren't allowed to take any birth control either, they were full of chemicals and harsh substances for your body.

‘If you loved me, you would let me have this’

That was his excuse for wanting to have sex every night, even some mornings. Most of the time he wouldn't ask though, he would just slip in whenever. No meant no, but it didn't matter what you wanted. He wanted a son and he was going to make you bore a son.

If you ever tried to resist or struggle he would pin you down or hurt you. Whether it was scratching or biting, he was still hurting you. It wasn't anything serious, but he would use force when he saw fit. It would be better if you would just submit.

He likes to use his true form, he says it feels better. But it hurts you much more. He's thicker and longer, even adorning some bumps and ridges. Not to mention when he would put his arm around your head to stop you from moving while humping into you.

Whenever he finished he would moan out another woman's name and bite your shoulder. His acts were purely that of lust and his own needs. You were now always sore and nervous, constantly being filled by him. You were not graced with a resting period, it was just constant breeding.

Then he started to be much more gentle after weeks of constant yelling, biting, scratching, and accusing. He would bathe you, feed you, and even stop forcing you to ‘mate’ with him in the middle of the night. He would go back to cooing into your ear about your non-existent child.

‘You're doing well, I know you will be a good mother Zarina’

‘Who?’

Whenever you questioned him he would squeeze you until you apologized. Maybe even scratch your arms or bite your shoulder.

He began to overfeed you until you were gaining weight rapidly. Fish, rice, milk, and even bugs. When he brought out a plate of maggots one night you threw up and cried. He wasn't mad, he just cleaned you up and kissed away your tears.

‘Why are you upset, is the baby kicking?’

He would lay his head on your stomach and tell you about all the things he heard. It would range from your son's heartbeat to his giggles, and even him saying words.

‘I'm so glad you are here with me, carrying our child. I promise to keep both of you safe.’

You couldn't just leave him, there was something clearly wrong. But you aren't sure how much more you can take, it has been months now.

‘He is surely bound to be born soon, I will put together a nest for him. Where did you want to give birth?’

You knew you couldn't give him what he wanted, and that scared you. What he would do when you didn't give birth was beyond you. But you just went along with what he did.

Until you finally couldn't, you were constantly breaking down crying, and crawling away from him. However he would just pick you up and curl around you, licking your tears up.

When he went away to provide food for you, you were able to locate a mirror. He wasn't barbaric, he had a nice house. A little more woody and earthy, but it was nice. It had the essentials, a kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. And in that bathroom, a mirror.

Hitting against the mirror until it had little shards at your disposal, you picked one up. Stabbing yourself repeatedly into your stomach. Then with the final coup-de-grace, you sink it deep into your eye socket.

He would find both you and his son dead when he got home. Perhaps he was never meant to be a dad. Maybe it was him, or maybe it was you. The person who took away his chance to be happy again.

He mourned and cried for you, but to him, it just felt like his wife. You would never have been a replacement, maybe he needs to look again. Maybe he needs to try again for a better ending.

🎀

[fuckyeahizzyhands]

Rachel Leishman interview with Con O'Neill 22.11.2023

Rachel: Hi, Con. How are you?

Con: I'm very well, Rachel. How are you?

Rachel: I'm doing great. To start, so you've now joined the canon of I guess my favorite thing in TV is when people sing La Vie En Rose, because I loved when it happened in How I Met Your Mother and now it happened in Our Flag Means Death. And I was crying through both times. And so getting to kind of have those emotional moments that I didn't even care that the song didn't even exist, I was just happy it was happening. So getting to have those moments where you have those emotional kind of songs and journeys on a show that is outrageous and fun and quirky what for you as an actor is the joy of getting, you know, get to dive into something like that with a character like Izzy Hands that has had such a kind of arc, especially in Season Two.

Con: I knew he was going to go on a journey in Season Two because David had told me and I will be eternally grateful to him and his brilliant writers because they didn't make it sentimental. They didn't suddenly turn him overnight. They gave him a journey that I could work through emotionally and not feel like I was jumping ahead of myself or I was having to cheat. The song itself... had you asked me for a song for Izzy to sing, I would never, ever have picked La Vie En Rose. And now I can't think of any other song Izzy should sing. So again, that's down to David and also to all those people, my partner and Jenna, who's a friend of mine who just played PF in London, who helped me learn the French, which was excruciating for everyone involved.

Rachel: When I interviewed David, I said to him, I was like, you should be in jail for making me care so much about Izzy Hands throughout this whole season and then just put me in so much pain by the end because it was just such a beautiful arc from beginning to end this season. And I can only imagine as an actor the joy of kind of getting to dive into something that kind of rich, because...

Con: It is joyful, but it was incredibly lonely. I found myself spending a lot of time on my own, a) because a lot of the scenes are on my own, and b) if I wasn't filming, I was learning how to walk in that fucking leg, or I was sword training or I was working out or I was learning French or I was recording. It was a very solitary experience doing this season and I loved every minute of the work, but it was challenging on a whole other level that I didn't really think about until I found myself in the middle of it. And, yeah, I'm glad we did it and I'm glad we respected the character that we've created in Season One.

Rachel: And it is... I like, I really enjoyed because I think Taika's performance as Blackbeard especially. I love how kind of different it is because I'm a big fan of his work in general, but I do think it's very different from everything that I've seen from him. And I love the dynamic between Blackbeard and Izzy because that is something that I think as much as Steed and Blackbeard drive this show, without Izzy's love for Blackbeard, I don't necessarily think that relationship would be as strong as it is. And when you guys kind of have the arc you do in Season Two still cool to kind of have that final moment that we end up getting throughout in this show, for you two as actors to kind of in a comedy, get to have that emotional sobbing moment. You're comedians, but you're crying like having this kind of death scene on a beach. What is it for you two as actors and friends to kind of come to that moment where you're like, hey, we're still actors at the end of the day, but we're going to be sobbing on a beach over these two characters?

Con: You know what? I love working with Taika. I love acting with Taika. And Taika is a world renowned Oscar winning writer director actor, but he doesn't nearly get the plaudits he deserves as an actor. And the death scene in particular, I was dreading it because it's massive. And we were going to shoot it in the last week, at the start of the week, then the middle of the week, then the last day was going to be the morning of the last day. And then it ended up being the last thing we shot in the entire shop. And when you're filming something like that on the ship with hundreds of crew and the whole cast, and we're getting towards the end of the day and there's a lot of energy, and then suddenly it was just me and him. And if he hadn't given that to me, I was fucked. But he just held me in it and everything else disappeared. And we just trust the writing and we just do it. And he's a fucking awesome scene partner. There's a lot of good actors in that show, a lot of fucking great actors. But in that moment, I've never felt more collaborative and more trusted and more held than I have in probably my entire career.

Rachel: And you said collaborative. A show like this is kind of the joy of it, is that there are so many characters and it is such a collaborative show as a whole. And I think that's why fans love it as much as we do, because it's such a family unit. And for you as an actor, what is the kind of draw for you to a show like that that is so much a group of actors and comedians that are all kind of together, all on set, working as a unit?

Con: I'm a sporting actor. It's what I do. I like to work with an ensemble. It's how I do my best work. And the cast are sharp, witty, intelligent and also wonderful actors. So it's a no brainer for me. But also the show's... show is about love, and it's about queer love. And it's a show we should have been making a long time ago. It's a show that appreciates its audience and it's a show that is kind and none of our violence in our show is ever ever aimed at anyone for their gender or their sexuality. And we should be making queer of shows like this more. And that's what drew me to it. And when I saw... I was on set, when the boys in the first season, when they filmed the 'you wear fine things well' scene, and I watched it being shot and the beautiful performances and the beautiful dialogue and the way that it was being shot was exquisite. And I suddenly realized not only were we in this pirate show, but we were also in a romantic, queer love story that wasn't going to not be romantic. And I thought, there we are. That's it. That's what people are going to plug into.

Rachel: Yeah. Thank you so much for talking with me. This show means so much to me and people that I know and love. So thank you for talking with me.

Con: My pleasure.

Rachel: And I want more seasons of it. I love it so so so much.

Con: Thank you so much. Rachel.

Rachel: you have a great one.

Con: Take care. Bye bye.

[liamrrys]

your modern sotcn headcanons are giving me LIFE i need to hear all of them forever actually eva and rame being lawyers just makes SENSE it's like you got a vision from the characters themselves

anyway: modern sotcn where they're at a gala for their firm and they meet the characters from Laws of Attraction (and Thomas Mendez cuz why not) 😭😭 who are from a rival firm and chaos ensues maybe Livius was invited as a friend of a friend, and Amen was there to investigate Eva and Rame's firm

yay!! i'm so glad you like them!! i've been putting them out into the void for my own guilty pleasure, so it's so fun 2 see others enjoying them too!!!

YES!! i love a gala sideplot unfortunately i don't remember much of laws of attraction im so sorry </3

funnily enough i like to think that livius was invited as rame's unofficial +1 😭

eva's +1 to these events will always be isman. that's her brother, that's her boy, roomies 4 life. however, isman doesn't really want to be in a room filled with stuffy lawyers (which is fair enough) and asks if he can bring a friend from work.

eva asks who he's bringing, and if it's anyone special. she makes fun of him for working so hard, that the only friend he's made so far is his boss.

livius also finds it amusing, but because he's a bit of a material girl and enjoys a bit of glamour in his life — he'll never turn down a gala. he might even use this time to make connections on behalf of the hospital.

eva grits through her teeth when she shuffles to rame's work cubicle, coffee in hand, looking unbearably and uncharacteristically sheepish.

she places the coffee down gently on his table.

he looks up at her, slightly confused, and back down at his work. "who the hell are you and what did you do with evthys."

"ramesses... we're friends right?"

"not really." (he's smiling)

she asks if he could pretty please give his +1 invitation to her so that isman doesn't have to go by himself. rame pretends to think about it. he wasn't going to use it anyway. he just wanted to see eva squirm a little bit.

(dia and isman meet here for the first time. eva and rame are too busy checking each other out bickering outside of work hours to notice.)

as for amen:

being in a room full of people who wanted him dead was not the way he wanted to spend his saturday evening, but when duty calls, it calls.

when the mayor wants a representative from the police department, it's not easy to decline, so much to his protest, he attends with his second-in-command, titian.

titian's chatty abrasive (though surprisingly charming) attitude saves him from having to do any real socialisation himself. the con is that he gets along with them too well, and kind of leaves him stranded for the rest of the night.

literally nothing this dude hates more than lawyers and pleasantries — and yet here he was.

it's a little funny to see someone so imposing as amen look so out of his element. livius sees amen from a distance. recognises his white hair and alabaster skin. an old patient of his.

(livius helped perform extraocular muscle surgery on him to alleviate some of the pain he experiences due to his ocular albinism during his first year of medical residency.)

he taps him on the shoulder and hands him a drink. "i take it you recovered well."

"doctor pella." amen's rbf softens at the sight of him. there's even a hint of a smile if you look hard enough. "it's good to see you again." he takes the drink offered. "i trust you survived your residency?"

"by the skin of my teeth, detective." he clinks his glass to amen's. "tell me what you've been up to lately."

[lightofraye]

Hi there!

Per your request, I'm keeping your name private. I also reached out to you to let you know and talked a little bit.

First off, you didn't come across as scattered, so no worries there.

Second, to address your message... oof. I had a bit of emotional whiplash. Like.. I'm glad someone is finding my blog helpful! But I wish it wasn't true, or accurate, or addressing abuse that so many of us have endured.

So! Now to your message.

Exactly! Even those who didn't come from abuse experience will recognize the bad signs. Whether it's having better emotional intelligence, knowledge of psychology, whatever. Others have noted it too.

I'm still struggling to watch the full AD House tour, in part because of all the nasty things Danneel has said, and in part because you can just see how unhappy Jensen is.

Yes. The stories Jensen tells in conventions do point to extreme detachment and unhappiness. There's a lack of warmth, genuine feeling. Not nearly enough affection in those stories. Too many "She told me what to do" and "She's a shark" (again, in business acument, that's a BAD THING) and "She's scary spice". He even mentioned once he gets out of her way because he isn't stupid or suicidal. That's just… not a good thing to mention about your spouse. Ever.

And yes, the Hollywood obligations don't help. He's trying to sell the family man image, but those who aren't his fanatical fans see right through them. It doesn't help at all.

Yes. Jensen had said in a few cons that his father would beat him with a belt, to the point where Jensen knew thinner belts actually hurt more. He was always made to choose the belt. And his father would push the cruel narrative that it was out of love.

I believe it was Jensen and/or his groomsman that mentioned his father also pushed him to go through with the wedding with Danneel because he made an investment in her. As if relationships are transactional! (They're NOT.)

I agree. Just watching him go through this, seeing the immense unhappiness in him all the time, and the way he does whatever he can to avoid being home…. It all points to Danneel making him miserable and holding the children hostage.

I hope he gets out of it soon. Seeks therapy and finds himself again.

Thank you for your kind words and support. Sometimes I feel like it's pointless… largely because of some of the abuse I get from anons and the harsh, cruel things I see on social media elsewhere.

Thank you.

For you, I mean this genuinely: I hope you have a life full of light and love, away from your abusers.