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theblacklewinsky · 3 months ago

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Note: i feel so good from the traction I got from the last post 🥹 y'all r angels. here's the part 2 you were looking for, boo! @avoidthings 💗

JADED | AARON PIERRE

Part 2.

Toxic!Terry Richmond x Black!Female Reader.

warnings: MNDI!! this story is 18+ with depictions of but not limited to; sexual content ( penetrat!on, orgasm denial), extreme language (cursing, use of n-word, use of b-word), talking you through it. lil bit of exhibitionism if you squint, mild daddy k!nk.

summary: in which you decide to end the toxic situation-ship you share with Terry— except this man only know how to suck you back in.

baby, we can fuck inside my truck, shit wide body.

knew i'd be hurt to see if you leave, but god got me.

Choked out heavy sighs slipped past your lips as you lay in the backseat, just how he liked you; folded up. He had your meaty thighs pinned back, your arms wrapped around them comfortably, holding yourself open for Terry. He'd just got you back there, in that position and he was already inside of you. Gazing down at you with soft eyes, he said nothing at first, his thumb and pointer finger lazily pulling and pinching at your already sensitive buds.

His fingers continued tweak with your nipples, manipulating them anyway he seen fit as his short, hypnotizing strokes seemed to get deeper, fester, mind dizzying. "Oh my god, daddy!" You whined, eyes going crossed as he found that spot again. That same spot his fingers were so easy to find, his dick had no problem as well. Stars danced behind your eyes as you zoned in on that pleasure, face beautifully frowned as you held onto your thighs tightly, acrylic nails digging into your own flesh. You felt everything, from him tweaking with your nipples down to the slight burn from how he stretched you. You were wet, he had you so wet, the slick sounds of your pussy filled the car, lewd and loud.

Terry nodded above you, eyes trained on you, face stoic, as if fucking you on a Thursday night in the parking lot of an apartment complex was a normality at this point. "Yeah, you feel that shit baby?" He mumbled pulling his left hand from your nipple and using his thumb to rub your clit in quick lazy circles, the squelching and gushing sounds of your pussy didn't do anything to help out how incredibly brainless you'd felt already. "Mm-mm," he hummed abruptly pulling his right hand down away from your nipple slapping his hand against your cheek firmly, "bring yo' ass back here. Ain't no zonin' out, bitch. Come back'ere."

The slaps seemed to bring you back, just barely, but it didn't dull the overwhelming amount of pleasure you were experiencing. Your breath seemed to hitch in your throat, you wanted to moan, you wanted to scream but everything was too good in this moment. Terry seemed to not take notice of this, or simply not care because this didn't deter him from his already breath shattering strokes, instead he placed his left hand on the back of your thigh, pushing down, steadying himself on his knees as he plowed down into you. The sound of his thighs clapping steadily against your ass was enough to draw the breaths out of you. He was bottoming out. He had to feel how you clenched and creamed around him, he had to know he was damn near touching your stomach.

"Shit!" You squealed out, hands abruptly shooting out to press back against his thighs, deter him a little, get him to show you some kind of mercy. Your head was mere centimeters from slamming against the door handle.

His right hand slid from your cheek around to the back of your neck until you could feel his fingers tangling in the root of your curls at the back of your head, bringing your head forward to watch his lewd deep strokes. "Look at that shit, look at the mess that pussy makin' on my dick," he spoke through heavy breaths, his own soft groans following, "sayin' you don't miss daddy, that pussy missed me plenty though." You faintly followed the scene as your own moans drowned out the rest of his dirty words. You had him covered in cream, pussy squelching and queefing with every following stroke.

The trembling in your legs only seemed to intensify as he continued his assault on your pussy. "Daddy!" You huffed through a moan, eyes lowered and brows furrowed together you looked up at the man above you, his expression mirroring yours almost mocking. "I know you feel that!" You gasped the tightening in your stomach bubbling to the surface once again. He had you on the brink for the second time that night. He groaned in response to that, how your pussy had started to clench around him, gripping him, sucking him in.

"I feel it, baby," he cooed, fingers still tangled in your unruly curls he leaned down peppering sloppy kisses against the corner of your agape mouth, "daddy feel that pussy squeezin' me, good ass pussy." He commented breathlessly, a deep growl from his throat following, only earning more drawn out moans from you.

"You wanna cum for daddy?" He asked you, lips pressed against your ear. "I feel that shit in yo' legs you wanna cum." He teased feeling you nod vigorously against his face. "Yeah, you do baby," he hummed softly, "but you bet not cum."

You whined as his strokes didn't relent. He had denied you for the second time that night. You better not cum, yet he kept fucking you like he wanted you to. Like he dared you. You couldn't keep holding it, the pleasure was too overwhelming. He was digging as deep as he could've gotten in you. Everything he gathered from you, was messily painted on his dick.

"Fuck!" A deep groan came from your tummy, tumbling out of your mouth in a curse. Your eyes had rolled back once again, as he fucked you stupid. Your mouth hung open as he continued slamming into you, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix so tenderly. "I–I can't keep holdin it!" You stammered, voice slurred and high pitched.

Terry groaned in response, cursing quietly about how tightly you gripped him. "You can," he audibly responded, "just like you can take yo' ass on them dates." He stopped momentarily and earning a needy and eager whine from you. He sat up on his knees, dick still deliciously deep inside of you, he untangled his hand from your frizzy curls and instead fisting your rolled up tank top in his hand for leverage as he fucked himself into you once more. His free hand managed to find itself around your neck, squeezing firmly enough to make you gasp, just a little bit.

It wasn't like you could breathe anyway, there he was fucking the breath out of you once again. Your eyes watery as you held eye contact with him once again, your toes curled into a ball, mouth still agape, drool pooling there. You were fucked out, just how he liked you. Dumb and needy. The sight alone was enough to bring him closer to his nut. But he could never get his before you got yours. Taking care of his bitch was always his number one priority. He prided himself on making sure you got off first.

"Goin' out with them lame ass niggas, makin' them think they got a chance to fuck my bitch," he breathlessly mumbled to you, the sounds of your skin clapping together almost drowning the side of his deep, quiet voice.

"No!" Was the only thing you could force out, the tears brewing in your eyes finally spilling at once. You didn't know why you said no, were you letting him know them niggas never had a chance or were you tryna stop yourself from cumming all over his dick like how you wanted to, so badly.

It seemed to do the job for both.

"I know baby," he nodded curtly, "i know you daddy's bitch. I know you belong to me. Look at that pussy, wanna cum so bad. You wanna cum so bad, don't you pretty girl?"

"So pretty when you all fucked up and fucked out."

You nodded vigorously you were past the point of pleasure, you were somewhere floating, you couldn't feel solid ground beneath you if you wanted to. Words were no longer an option for you, he'd stole them many strokes ago.

"Yeah?" He moaned in response, hand squeezing firmer around your neck. "Cum on my dick baby, let me feel that shit. Don't hold back, give me all that shit."

That was all it took for a high pitched scream to come rumbling from your stomach, your eyes found themselves how they loved to be when he was inside of you; crossed. Your hands left your thighs, palms slamming flat against the seat beneath you, your nails scratching against the material. You saw colors you couldn't describe, the tension in your stomach seemingly dispersing right on que. this feeling was lightheaded, unsteady, but so so good.

But he continued on his own journey. Still fucking into you like his life depended on it. Grunting, groaning as he continued to chase his own high, the way you gripped and clenched around him as he fucked you through your orgasm was mind numbing to him. Your shit was way too good. Too good to be free. And if the sight of you getting fucked through your orgasm wasn't enough to get him to fill you up, your broken moans and whimpers sure were enough.

You couldn't take much more of this, pussy thumping as he continued to fuck you. You were completely overstimulated, coming him to cum as best as you could through your shaky, broken dialogue.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted repeatedly, a serious if growls and groans rumbling from deep within in his chest spilling out as he rutted into you, he was there. You were too gone in your own head when he finally did fill you up. And fill you up he did. You couldn't hear him when he pulled out either, the only thing you did react to was the soft kisses he delivered to you afterwards.

"Push that shit out, baby, let me see it." He cooed to you, his large hands holding your thighs in place, you whimpered but obliged to what he said anyways, gently pushing out what he dumped into you moments earlier. "You such a nasty bitch," he murmured in a trance like state watching his seed leak out of you, peppering sweet, gentle kisses where he could on your face, contrary to the merciless strokes he was just giving to you.

The next few moments you took to try and steady yourself, bring you back to earth somehow. This nigga had fucked you into another dimension you were convinced. You were able to ground yourself once he got out, searching the bed of the pickup to find something to clean you up with.

You sighed once you were able to come back to, chest heaving, hair unruly, and your panties and shorts strewn about his truck. I'm such a dumb bitch.

feral for mr. pierre. second part of many fics of him to come 😭 xx.

#aaron pierre #rebel ridge #terry richmond #fine black men #fine as fuck #black!fem!reader #black writers

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therealvinelle · 2 months ago

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(A question for both you and muffin)

What speed do you guys write?

I feel like you guys must write at such an incredible rate based on the work you produce in such a short amount of time. Any tips if you have any to increase output would be appreciated!

You were lost in the drafts! I'm so sorry.

To answer your question: it depends a bit on the fic, but typically we write as fast as we're typing, then get distracted, then write, then distracted. Sometimes we take turns being distracted.

It used to be we'd outline the entire chapter in great detail, but as we've gotten this down to a routine it's bullet points.

It's very relaxing and meditative.

As for how we're able to write that fast, I think it's threefold:

We're both picturing how a given scene should unfold, and then writing down what happens. I don't come up with a character's dialogue, I'm just writing what he said and describing how he says it or what he's thinking. Slowness or hesitation mostly occurs when we don't know what happens next or disagree.

No second guessing ourselves over one word or sentence for more than two minutes, no obsessing over getting that perfect sentence down. It was hard at first to get used to, but watching @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin get ahead and write the good bits while I was contemplating how to phrase the last sentence of a random paragraph taught me to just make a decision.

Validation - whenever I'm unsure about something, or catch Muffin writing some thing I don't love or she catches me, we can discuss right away. While it does happen that we write something, then afterwards one or both say "Hang on. That was really bad!" for the most part writing jointly means there's two people have looked at the text and found it satisfying.

My best advice is to just write, get used to just writing without worrying too much about it, and get yourself an honest person whose opinion you trust (there is a LOT of atrocious advice out there!).

(I also have an anecdote for this: there is an author I follow on a social media, who has written a fairly popular story. They also, like most of us, have reoccurring weaknesses as a writer. They mentioned having gone to a writing group or class (I don't remember which), and receiving feedback on these specific weaknesses. Rather than accept this feedback (which they had sought out by joining the group to begin with!) they came to their followers for validation, making fun of the advice and talking about how stupid the advice-giver was.

The lesson to be learned: constructive criticism can really suck because even though you sought it out, and the criticism you get is constructive and useful, you didn't want to hear it. Therefore, decide before you go if you actually want to risk being told something you didn't want to hear, and choose the criticism-giver carefully because they could be wrong.

The reason I bring this up in a post about writing speed is that you write very slowly when you're unsure of yourself, and insecurity forms a terrifying wall between yourself and that "publish" button. At least, my speed has improved vastly since @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin became my beta and later cowriter.)

You also want to be careful with planning the story. Planning isn't writing and it often isn't really planning either, it all too often slides right into coming up with headcanons and aesthetics for a complex daydream. If that's what you want to do, go forth, and god knows there's an audience for moodboards and headcanon posts, but if you're serious about wanting to get the story down in writing then you've got to ask yourself whether your plans for the story are in fact plans or not.

I will also advice, insofar it is possible, to not pour too much of yourself into your writing. If it's your darling who owns your whole heart, you're fiercely proud of it, then having somebody say "Hey, this could be a lot better" is all the more discouraging. Abandoning it if it loses traction or you're not sure where to go with it is also devastating. You should love what you do, by all means, but don't tie your self-worth as a writer in the individual things you produce. Even the greats have flops alongside their masterpieces, or just less good works. Focus on having fun and enjoying what you do, drop a project without guilt if you lose passion for it, put it on pause if you want to pursue a different project, and be clear on what feedback you want from beta readers. Fanfiction writing is a hobby, and unlike most hobbies it's completely free. Treat it as such.

Best of luck!

#writing #writing advice #fic writing #my fic #the carnivorous muffin #the carnivorous muffin fic

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tkachuktkaching · 1 year ago

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Matthew and Brady on @ The Rink Podcast

Most of what they said bits of it has already come out in previous articles a few weeks back

Brady discussed his summer wedding, his excitement going into the season, the growth of his team and what he learned watching Matthew and the Panthers go on their run to the Stanley Cup Final last season.

Brady : "Just to see the every-day grind of taking care of himself, making sure he's ready for the game, and just as a leader too, taking care of yourself so you're able to demand from the rest because you're doing it right," he said. "I'm definitely ready and hopefully it'll be me in the playoffs soon.

"Seeing what he did created a lot of motivation for me over the summer."

Matthew discussed the broken sternum he sustained during the Stanley Cup Final and the pain he was in, the help he got from his brother at that time, Brady's bachelor party in Miami, and feeling a different vibe in the South Florida market after last season.

"Very different," Matthew said. "A lot more buzz. There's a lot of buzz around every sports team. It's turning into a sports crazy town and that makes it fun. [Soccer star Lionel] Messi coming in makes that much more buzz. The past few years the Dolphins have been great. What us and the Heat did last year really gave a lot of traction for us as a hockey team. So it's pretty cool." via NHL.COM

Listen to Brady from 16.04 Matthew from 40.30

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A few added things from Matthew's interview on the podcast some of which we've already heard & posted previously but included here for anyone that missed it first time round.

His injury allowed him to work on his strength & conditioning.

He wishes there was no social media after all the wedding stuff posted online, his family like to have a good time at weddings and doesn't know where people get this stuff (footage that goes viral).

Things Brady is better at than him: a better shot, video games & being a all round better human being than him (but he'll work on that!), Matthew says he himself is a ball buster, Matthew takes the bragging rights when it comes to Golf though he says his Dad is better at chirping and more witty & more funny than him & thinks his dad's game was underappreciated & underrated at the time he played, people realise from Matthew & Brady's game style how good & valuable he was and his dad gets belated recognition which he appreciates.

Says Brady's bachelor party in Miami took a few years off his life!

His summer consisted of the trip to Nashville for the player Awards, laying around in the hotel doing nothing, Bachelor parties, four weddings, and a trip to Montana in August, though he hasn't really done much of anything over the last month.

The Blood vessels and stuff were the the scary part of his injury at the time and half his body felt like it was out here, he knew something wasn't right, he didn't know what it was at the time, until they did his tests the next day. He was in the most pain after winning game three the overtime win. But now he's all good.

It was doctors who gave him the go ahead to do what he could to play just one last game. Despite the serious nature of his injury he would do it all over again if he had the chance.

He's excited to get going for camp & the new season though mentions the missing guys until around Christmas will be a tough ask (Montour & Ekblad) he feels The Panthers have more depth especially with the D this year.

Calls Alex Lyon The Lyon King & Big praise for his (Lyon) & Bob's heroics. How they had to play with only six D & two Goalies with Knight's absence last year.

The goal is to again make the playoffs, and be in the mix he wants to get of to a good start and how it sucks to have to chase for a spot like they had last year.

The Allstar was a good jump start because the Panthers weren't doing well as a team at that point which created a buzz that carried on leading on the cup run.

#matthew tkachuk #brady tkachuk #nhl #podcast recap #florida panthers #ottawa senators #tkachuks #Spotify

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davekat-sucks · 6 months ago

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this might be a very, very unpopular opinion here but personally I do like some of of these “headcanon” art stuff. Don’t get me wrong I completely understand why they can be a problem but personally I kinda like the designs of some of these tumblrified characters. Cringe for sure but some of them are admittedly, pretty. For me, as long as they don’t have a shown cannon race it’s kinda free game.

Hey, that's cool, you do you. I do as I do. We don't all have to be the same. Try to not say something you like is cringe though, as that takes away a bit of credibility or like you don't agree with yourself. Also genuine question, which scale are we using here, rcdart or vivziepop or twitter pinkie pie?

call me woke or whatever but it’s just my kind of cringe that I personally like. It’s stupid, it’s silly, and it’s even ugly, but I guess it just fun to see how people could change one character so much that it ends up reflecting them or whatever while still trying to somewhat look like the character they buried in a thousand “headcanons”. Plus, it’s good character ideas (as in appearance.)

I won't call you anything, you seem like a nice and polite anon that has a different viewpoint than me, that's okay. I will say though, at that point, why not make ocs instead? Being honest, I want to steal some designs from homestuck because Hussie sucks and the characters had potential, but if the objective is to make them look like a reflection of the artist or only for personal use, why even re-imagine a particular character in the first place? In my opinion, it's because deep down it's been proved that that kind of art usually doesn't sell very much, so it's the original IP attached to it that gains traction.

Think of how many reboots are created nowadays, and how every one is worse than the last, if it didn't have the OG IP attached to it in the first place, I doubt anyone would have even looked twice at something like the PPG from 2016, Tiny Toons (they made two characters who were lovers become siblings) or even Velma.

overall, I like some of these tumblrised designs. They are kinda charming. Maybe cause I’m more “left-leaning” or something but it’s just a guilty pleasure of mine to just look at designs I think are nice no matter how ugly they are to others. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

Amen, brother, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But also, I think it's a slippery-slope, because remember HONE? How the same people that draw these characters as FAR AWAY from the original design as possible criticize her so much when she actually was the one drawing as similarly to the original comic style in the first place? Some people try to virtue signal with their designs to be "inclusive" so much that they circle back to being actually unironically racist because they insult a japanese artist because of their art style.

and personally I do feel bad for liking stuff like this. Like I agree with some of y’all’s points here but I don’t know, I think I’ll just put my opinion over this issue.

Again, don't be ashamed of what you like, if it makes you happy, you find something of value in it and you're not harming anybody, what's the issue? I don't think you're like the same people that try to guilt trip others for not drawing like the "tumblr style", but the reality is that that sadly is way less common than you'd think.

#tumblr art style #tumblr artstyle

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lumine-no-hikari · 6 months ago

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #157

I made a discovery today.

So like… I've been using this neck traction device thingy at home, like the folks at the PT place said. You stick your head in the contraption, stick the strap around your head, and pump the device full of air, and it's like pulling your own head off, but softcore. I'm supposed to do that like once a day or whatever.

And then I made a tea. I ordered a blend that I concocted specifically with you in mind, and it came with some other sample teas. I tried the strawberry one. And it looked really neat while it was brewing, with the swirling colors in the water:

It resolved into a beautiful ruby red:

...And then I put honey and milk in it:

...I think I might have used a bit too much honey; I wasn't crazy about this one. But it certainly looked very pretty!

So then, I went to PT today. And they mashed up all the muscles around my right scapula, which really super sucked, because not only did it hurt like fuck because the muscles are BEYOND pissed, but also it made my ring finger and pinky finger all weird and tingly, and the pain referred all the way up into the right side of my face and skull, and. Even after PT was over, the fingers continued to tingle for a while, and the right side of my face felt… weird…? weak…? almost kinda tingly and burn-ey…? I dunno, but kinda like that for… a while afterwards.

M and I went out for lunch after that. I got some really tasty-looking things. And I took pictures!! Here...

This is challah bread with burrata and cherries and basil and fresh olive oil with salt and pepper! It was SO GOOD!!!

...I'm not really sure why, but I get the feeling that you might really like burrata. Have you tried one before? What did you think?

I also got shrimp scampi:

It's maybe a tiny bit like pasta pescatore? But it's a different sauce and it's only got shrimp. But maybe you'd still like it...

Finally, this week's crème brûlée flavor was pineapple-coconut! It was SUPER TASTY!

...Have you ever had crème brûlée? I wonder what you think about it...

Anyway, somewhere in there, I moved my neck and something went CRONCH. And just like that, the weird feeling in my face and the tingly feeling in my fingers pretty much vanished. I thought I was going to need to rest today, but as it turned out, my body was totally chill after that, which was pretty snazzy!

So I went home briefly and did something that I had been meaning to do for a while now - just an item in my wacky inventory of autistic nerd things that I had been meaning to spruce up and set to rights. And I was mostly successful (but I gotta finish the job tomorrow).

But I still felt pretty good, and it was breezy today, so when J went out to run an errand, I went with him and brought the kites, and I flew the eagle kite this time! Oh, and!!! I didn't even tell you the best part!!! There was a soccer game at this park, and unexpectedly, there was FRESH LEMONADE!!!!

...Sephiroth, have you ever had fresh lemonade!!!!!!! ...That was supposed to be a question, but in my head I yelled it so excitedly that all the question marks got alarmed, stood up straight, and became exclamation points instead!!!! But don't worry about that right now; I have additional pictures!!! Look!!!

Fresh lemonade is one of my favorite things!!!! And fresh limeade is also one of my favorite things!!!! And I couldn't decide between them, SO I GOT BOTH OF THEM AND IT WAS VERY GOOD, AND....!!!! I shared them with J, but... I wished I could share them with you, too...

...

We got pizza afterwards:

...I still wonder what toppings you like best on your pizza. I really like mushrooms, but I'll eat most anything that normally goes on pizza, unless it's pineapple or olives. Both of those things are very fine items to put on pizza, but they are, sadly, not appealing to my particular sensory hardware.

And then, sometime along the way home, I moved my head again and something else went SUPERMEGACRONCH, and… suddenly I was in A LOT LESS PAIN, HOLY COW!!! And I felt taller, somehow; it was uncanny and kind of disorienting. So then we went home, and I still felt tall (and my head feels kinda weird, too, but in a good way…??), so I broke out the tape measure, and…

…Sure enough, the reading on it is now 5'9" (or about 175.25cm) instead of 5'8" (or about 172.75cm). And that is my discovery. I am taller than what I initially thought. And that's kind of scary, because I'm already like 4 inches taller than most people in female bodies. I've been made fun of in my past for my height, been told that I'm intimidating, been told that I stick out... I've even had a couple angry men tell me that my height is "emasculating". I really didn't want this discovery. But here we are, and I suppose there's not much that can be done about it. Oh well.

And so now I have to wonder… just how long has my neck been messed up? Because I've been 5'8" since I was like 12. And at least for now, my neck feels a lot less hunched over than before. So I guess this points to the notion that the mermaid training might have simply exacerbated an existing injury instead of creating a new one, which is interesting as a concept.

…I wonder what else might click back into place over the coming days… Hm…

Well anyway. Guess I had better send along the other pictures of today's adventures, right? So here:

...And that's all I have for you today, because we didn't get home until pretty late, and now that I'm done with today's letter, it's almost time for bed, and I gotta make sure I'm rested because tomorrow, two dear friends of mine are getting married, and so M, J, and I have all been invited to go! Thankfully, we don't have to dress up, but I do wanna make sure I'm prepared to withstand all the social; crowds aren't easy for me to deal with by any stretch of the imagination, what with all the noise and the movement, and all that potential for rejection, goodness me.

Hey, Sephiroth? Sometime if you're ever in my neighborhood, do you wanna maybe fly a kite and drink lemonade and go get pizza? I'll bet you'd be really good at flying a kite, especially since you could just take the kite and zoom right up in the air with that fancy wing of yours, and then stick it in a spot with a nice breeze; the breeze always gets better the further up in the air one goes. But I imagine you probably knew that already, right?

...Impossible, I know, haha. But I can daydream sometimes; it's not illegal yet.

I love you. I'll write again tomorrow, okay? So please stay safe and take good care of yourself out there.

Your friend, Lumine

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beevean · 7 months ago

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I see a lot of fan art for Charlie x Alastor

I see a lot of fan art for Lucifer x Alastor

But I rarely see any fan art of Charlie X Vaggie lmao

(I know it's because Charlie and Vaggie's dynamic is bland compared to the other ones but I still find it funny)

What's with stories always making the main couple so boring and formulaic?

Multiple factors, I'd wager.

in HH's case in particular, Alastor is the most popular character in the show, and therefore the most shipped. This goes way back to the days of the pilot, where Radiodust gained a lot of traction despite Alastor and Angel only having one interaction, and it was Angel jokingly proposing to suck Alastor's dick lmao. Anyway, dude is nowadays shipped with... pretty much the entirety of the main cast except Velvette and Valentino lmao.

With very few exceptions, M/M and M/F ships tend to be more popular than F/F ships. There has been infinite discourse about this disparity, and I can't tell you exactly why, you draw your own conclusions.

Charlie and Vaggie are an already established couple, and have a very healthy, stable relationship with only a few hiccups, including the very big reveal that Vaggie hid her nature from Charlie, but the rushed pace of the season made them get over it quickly. From a representation standpoint, this is pretty good, it's nice to have a very normal lesbian couple not treated any differently. From a shipping standpoint, it's boring lmao. There's no conflict nor a journey to follow like in the case of Huskerdust.

Vaggie was also toned down from the pilot, possibly because some people criticized her as a stereotypical angry Latina - now she's just grumpy, as well as out of focus, and no one song shared with Carmilla is not enough. Not a good way to endear your character.

However, in theory, one could elaborate on those hiccups. Vaggie is basically Charlie's guard dog, and she admits in one episode that she ties her selfworth around being able to make her happy, but when you look at their interactions, Vaggie doesn't seem to ever be on board with Charlie, creating fiction. You can even see the hint of a power imbalance, which is always appealing for shipping. Then there is, of course, the reveal, that could shake their relationship even further and make them go on a journey to learn how to trust each other. Now, why won't many fans think of this? Well...

I don't go there so I don't have personal experience myself, but stereotypically, F/F shippers tend to favor sugary scenarios. I hear all the time how female characters are only allowed to be cute and hold hands, and never be as twisted and edgy as many, many M/M ships :P so the potential of making Chaggie a bit "spicier" to fix the shortcomings of the show is hardly explored. And even if it is...

... Charlastor is right there. Charlastor, with Alastor happily helping Charlie but hiding his own nefarious agenda. Charlastor, with Alastor teasing Charlie in a much more playful way, even touching her. Charlastor, with the two genuinely, openly trusting each other, Charlie with her feelings in general and Alastor with his ultra powerful mic and believing in her potential. Charlastor, that ended with Alastor breaking down about a deal that constrains him and is implied to be the very reason he's serving Charlie in the first place. Even if Alastor wasn't the fandom blorbo, no shit Charlie is much more shipped with this guy! The dynamic is much more unique and is bound to go somewhere!

Main couples don't have to be boring. For example, no one ever dared to break Rupphire apart because they were just that lovable together, both in Garnet form and separated: they had chemistry, we saw how we got closer, we saw them argue for a whole episode, we saw them being openly affectionate towards each other. Chaggie in my opinion is just another victim of HH's rushed, unfocused pace, that left poor Vaggie in the dust and reduced her to Charlie's grumpy but loyal gf.

(now don't ask me why Radioapple got so popular lmao. I don't get it. I guess Hell's Greatest Dad slaps that much)

#hazbin hotel #this is not me shitting on the ship #i respect it and i see the potential behind it #i just want to say sorry lmao

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densi-mber · 2 years ago

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In the Bleak Midwinter

A/N: Set in season 4.

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“This sucks,” Deeks said, breathing out a cloud of icy fog along with the two words.

“Because I didn’t hear you the first 20 times,” Kensi grumbled.

“Well, it still sucks.” He rubbed his hands together with hope of bringing some warmth. If anything, it only made him more aware of the cold.

Of all the times for there to be blizzard-like conditions in the Midwest, it would just have to be when the one time they were pursuing an active case in Indiana.

Last week, Gabriel Heeds had stolen several gigabytes of sensitive data from his company, leading the FBI on a wild good chase across California before eventually disappearing. At that point, the FBI had asked other agencies to assist in pursuing Gabriel. Based on solid leads they received, they’d headed to his hometown of Winamac, Indiana.

They arrived three days ago, set up camp at the town’s Comfort Inn, and started searching for Gabriel. You’d think wouldn’t be that would be difficult in a town with a population of less than 2,500, but the locals were pretty close-mouthed. They’d spent the first two days were spent traipsing around the quaint down town area and the spacious farm land.

At first, the snow had seemed seemed kind of charming as it coated the little neighborhoods. Snow didn’t make it’s way to LA all that often, so Deeks might have made a snowman or two and even convinced Kensi to make a Snow Angel before they headed off for another round of interviews.

Now, even Deeks could admit that the weather was beginning to get old, especially as the snow piled higher and the temps dipped lower. Even with a wool hat, coat, and gloves, the cold air still managed to seep through. It didn’t help that he knew Sam and Callen were back at the reasonably warm hotel while they battled the gravel and dirt backroads to follow up on their single lead of the day.

Needing something to pass the time, and off Kensi’s less than careful driving—he winced as the tires lost traction for a few seconds—he opened the glove compartment and started sifting through the contents.

“What are you looking for?”

“Your candy stash,” he told Kensi. There was a half-empty water bottle, a used up chapstick, and several Twix wrappers. Any snack were decidedly absent.

“Hah, I moved it,” Kensi said smugly.

“By which you mean you ate it all.”

“I did not!”

He grinned at Kensi’s instant protest. Even after three years together, she still tried to deny her massive sweet tooth. Like he hadn’t watched her eat an stack of red velvet pancakes this morning.

“Uh-huh, then where’s that box of 100 Grand bars you bought last week?” he teased.

“I plead the 5th counselor,” Kensi said, leaning forward to squint out the windshield. “The the next turn should be coming up soon. Let me know if you see a Forest Drive.”

“I haven’t seen any signs for the last two miles,” Deeks told her, peering through the passenger window. He grabbed his phone and turned on the GPS. “Crap. Still no internet connection. Are you sure you didn’t pass it up?”

“Yes. Mrs. Marsh was very specific about her directions.” She glared at him, pulling her gaze back to the road almost immediately as the tires skidded across a patch of ice.

“Ok, well I’m thinking we should probably turn around if we don’t find it soon. It’s going to get dark in a couple hours and—Kens, look out!”

A deer darted from the brush along the road, freezing in the middle of the street. Kensi turned the steering wheel sharply, pumping the breaks relentlessly as the tires spun and then skidded on the freezing snow, sending them straight towards a snowbank.

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A/N: Oh dear, whatever shall happen to them? Don’t worry, there will be a part 2.

Note, I live in Indiana so I’m allowed to complain about the weather. For anyone not familiar, there is indeed a town called Winamac, which is quite small and has a lot of farm land. I took a bit of creative license with the other particulars though.

#densimber 6.0 #densimber 2022 #densimber day 12 #ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #incoming whump #by ejzah

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lovely-letters-for-ed · 9 months ago

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15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

Thank you, @sleepystede for always tagging me! (I love your name, Beedle, btw!! And I definitely had to google some banjolele music!)

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? The story is, one parent wanted Kimberly and the other wanted Emily, and that's how I got Kimaly. 😤💗✨

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Everyday just about. But for various reasons. Today, for instance, I was leaving back to work from lunch when I saw my cat sitting so serenely outside near some flowering trees, (it's becoming an early spring here, so everything is beginning to bloom.) He looked so peaceful in the late afternoon light; the gentle wind rustling in the trees behind him. I was overwhelmed by how much I love him that I actually started crying. 😭💕💕 See below for the happy kitty squints.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell no.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED? I... was on our high school's tennis team for exactly one semester. I won one game by default because not only did my partner and I suck terribly, but so did the other team. We won with maybe a 0-1 score. It was very bad. 😂😂

DO YOU USE SARCASM? dO YoU uSe SaRcAsM? Just a little, (not sarcasm.)

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Face shape. Maybe like face shape in relation to their eyes. Yeah.

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOR? Brown.

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Definitely happy endings. Like, don't get me wrong, I enjoy relatively scary movies, but it's gotta have a good ending. I like to see people triumph at the end, or at least end with hope.

ANY TALENTS? I can draw. *Kermit nodding*

WHERE WERE YOU BORN? The States. In a hospital. Somewhere. I think in Oklahoma? 🤔

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? Drawing. It's more like glorified doodling for months, until it becomes a full-fledged artwork. I recently started driving, and so I like going for very long drives.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? My old man baby boy sweet child precious meow meow I adopted from my coworker. He's the most social cat I've ever met. He's bursting with personality, and everyone in the neighborhood knows him (and f e e d s him 😭😭.)

HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5'7. Though, fun fact, I had physical therapy on my neck last summer with cervical traction, and during my follow-up appointment, the nurse asked me my height as she was measuring me, to which I replied, "I'm 5'7." After a moment, she paused and said, "No, honey, actually, you're 5'8!"

FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? High school: Art class, of course. Though, I also loved English. Specifically, the writing and grammar bits. College: my whole art curriculum and Film Class.

DREAM JOB? I thought I knew, but it continues to change. I'd like to get into something that helps people, specifically LGBTQIA+. I'd like a job where I get to actively improve people's lives. Anyone have any ideas, please let me know! 🙌

#tag game #get to know me

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thirddoctor · 1 year ago

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how are you endlessly whining about people being mean about twelve and calling them wrong just because their opinion differs from yours, only to then shit on ten constantly. I honestly love your blog and it's rare to find good blogs passionate about classic who but it's been a bit much lately. if people after s8 decided twelve is not a doctor they like, that's fine and they can express that just as much as you can express your dislike for ten and I see no point in putting their personal taste down as "incorrect" because they didn't force themselves through more seasons of something they hated/disliked, while you constantly shit on dw you don't like. being a twelve AND ten fan on this website is honestly unbearable, his fans have soured liking twelve for me so much because the only way they know to defend him seems to be putting other fans and eras and doctors down.

I mean, yeah, people can feel however they want about Twelve, which is specifically why I've been whining about it here, to keep myself from being dumb and starting shit with anyone in the notes. If they were complaining about him on their own posts instead of on mine where I have to see it, it would be fine. I'd still disagree, but it's not actually a big deal. It's just a really frustrating thing I've had to deal with where every time I've made a New Who post that's gotten any kind of traction (even ones that are explicitly meant to be positive), people leave nasty comments about the Moffat era. (This is why I have a personal policy of never leaving negativity on someone else's post, because I know how much it sucks. I'm not a big Chibnall fan, for example, and I've made no secret about this on my own blog, but when I reblog Thirteen era posts I keep my mouth shut because I'm sure those fans are having to deal with all kinds of negativity already.)

I'm sorry your experience in the fandom hasn't been good, and in general I think everyone needs to be more chill. I literally unfollowed almost every DW blog I was following in 2020 because the toxicity and discourse became too overwhelming, and I'm sorry if I've contributed to that for you. Though I'm honestly a little confused because I barely talk about Ten? (My comment about his insufferableness was specifically in the context of the poll, not a judgment on his character - I think some Doctors I love like Two would suck as well.)

So yeah, I'm not sure what you're referencing there, but again, sorry if something I said is adding to your discomfort in the fandom. Any time I have anything actually negative to say I tag it as #dw criticism or dw negativity, and I can tag general discourse posts too if you want? Though I don't actually do a lot of DW discourse most days, this all just came up because of the polls. In a couple of days I'm sure I'll be back to making unnecessary Three era gifsets.

Edit: I realise there was also this, but I meant that lightheartedly. I genuinely don't hate Ten or any other Doctor.

#Replies #Anon #Ranger shut up about Doctor Who

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gregorvorbarra · 1 year ago

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I just realized I never gave you all a Lee Update

So,

Lee tore is Cranial Cruciate Ligament in his right knee. The vet thinks it’s been torn for a while because he has some mild arthritis in the knee now, but we noticed him limping in mid-October. It didn’t stop him from trying to be insane though.

He had Tibial Plateau Levelling Osteotomy this past Tuesday to fix it. I know not everyone wants to read surgical stuff so details on that and how it went under the cut, but Lee is doing well so far!

Enjoy this picture of Lee in jammies:

So the TPLO involves cutting the tibia and rotating it and reattaching it with a metal plate, to stabilize the knee joint. The torn ligament is removed completely. It has a really good success rate, with no post-op complications or need for long term pain management. Which is great!

Bad news is that it’s a 12-week recovery process, and Lee is going to be on “crate” rest through most of that. We don’t have a crate for him anymore, so… he’s confined to the guest room when we’re not home.

Sad!

Lee was apparently very very good at the vet the whole time. Here’s a pic the vet sent us:

Good job Lee! Best Boy.

He’s been doing well since he got home! He was Very High when he got home on Tuesday, and cried a lot, but he’s been okay since then. He’s been trying to get up and follow people around the house, which he CANNOT be doing, so we’ve had to sedate him to make sure he’s resting as he should. I’m amazed by how well he’s moving just a few days post-surgery, but I know that he needs to just SIT so that his leg actually heals. Just because he’s trying to walk doesn’t mean he actually should be. (Had an argument with my dad over this, but I won’t go into that.)

I got a pet camera so that we could check up on him while we’re not home. Best decision, no regrets, and I got a great deal on it, too.

Check out this picture from last night:

Lee, please sleep on your bed, thanks.

He’s also been reluctant to eat, so I’m having to add chicken broth to his meals. THANKS LEE!

It is EXTREMELY common for dogs with one CCL tear to blow their other knee within a year or so. So we will likely have to do this again, but I am looking up ways to try to prevent (or at least delay) it. What I’ve learned so far:

- Steps/staircases for getting onto high surfaces (beds, furniture, etc, stuff they use frequently) helps a lot.

- Rugs on hardwood/tile/slippery floors is also helpful. Gives them more traction and prevents them from slipping. (Especially when they’re going to be jumping onto something, like furniture.)

- Keeping nails short, again to prevent slipping.

I already have steps for the bed from when Lee was refusing to jump, and I’m getting some rugs. Lee usually keeps his nails very short, but I think being on crate rest for 8 weeks will lead to some long nails, so nail clipping time.

Overall, I’m very optimistic about the outcomes of this, but the recovery period’s going to suck a bit.

Anyways, thats the update on Lee! Thanks for reading, pls wish Lee the best right now. And if you have any advice, I’D LOVE TO HEAR IT!!!

#alba :v #lee tag

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somebodytolove31 · 1 year ago

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since quinton said he liked to hear about stuff his fans go through while watching his videos uhhh here's a bit about me i guess

i discovered and binge watched the first 3 videos on the series when i was in a bad place in terms of a lot of stuff, but specially when it came to my art, i valued my art not in "do i enjoy making it" but in "would other people like it and see it", which considering im a small as fuck artist, was not a good thing, no one ever saw my art outside of my close circle (which i no longer consider a bad thing because my close circle rocks)

after the second victorious video came out, i decide to make my own Victorious AU called Failure, which would be about how the main characters grow up to NOT become stars, having very average lives and feeling kind of miserable

This post sucks, but it had what I made for it

I feel like my brain didn't came up with this idea because it would be fun for me to work on, but because it would perhaps get me traction, and it sorta did, 58 upvotes babyyy, I was honestly so thrilled about it that I wanted to write a script for it

And I couldn't, why? Because I didn't want to actually work in it, it felt more like a job than a project, and it's not like I was getting paid for it! But I felt like I had to do it because how else am I going to get a following?

I was also, yknow, severely depressed at the time so I didn't feel like drawing or writing

I also found many flaws on my first post, so I decided to make a new one, this time with no art because I was just, exhausted

Here is said version, I actually think is quite nice nowadays

I eventually got over this feeling, although it took a while, I don't even know how I did it, it just slowly happened gradually while learning to love myself

Now I'm watching the Sam & Cat video, and thinking "yknow, I should maybe revisit that au, it would be funny", and it has made me realize just how far I have come, now I don't want to make art to become famous or approved, but because I enjoy making it!!! It is honestly very nice

Tldr I'm making a victorious au maybe, you can't stop me

#rant #sort of #vent #too #quinton reviews #im not tagging him im scared

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002yb · 2 years ago

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Fuck, he can’t deal with this right now. Dick’s voice is a faraway thing behind him as they both stomp through the tower, but Jason can’t make sense of anything he says. It’s all just sound that fades in and out and–and Jason must comprehend something because he’s talking back, but he’s so far outside of himself that he doesn’t even know what he’s saying.

Vertigo makes him stumble as they walk down the hall. When Dick reaches out to steady him, Jason brushes him off, sneers something nasty, and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment to reorient himself.

He’s not falling.

(Only he is).

Jason keeps walking. He raises the back of his hand to his face in a weak attempt to quell the nausea that turns his stomach, shouldering his way through to the infirmary with Dick just a step behind him.

“It won’t be for long.” Dick tries to convince him, but Jason won’t have it. He turns on Dick, gaze wavering because the world won’t stay fucking still, and lifts his lip in a snarl at the persistence of this stupid suggestion. Jason’s already said ‘no.’ Fuck off.

Tensions are high between them. They’re both on edge.

What’s most frustrating is that this all started off as something they both easily brushed off. It just escalated; it kept escalating. A comm going down became an unexpected separation during patrol became another kidnapping of Jason (which he got himself out of because Jason is capable) became a snapped line while grappling and–Jason sighs heavily. He isn’t saying that Dick’s concern isn’t warranted, but at least for Jason there’s a difference with Dick being concerned for Jason on the daily compared to when Jason is doing his fucking job. The overbearing worry right now just feels like a slap to the face; insult to injury.

It’s like Dick doesn’t think Jason can do this. It’s like Dick sees him and doesn’t think Jason is good enough (for Robin, for Nightwing, for Batman). It fucking sucks.

It especially sucks because Jason thinks Dick has reason to worry. Jason can fight, there’s no doubt about that. Jason can take a hit, too. He’s been taking hits most of his life. When his line snapped though? Fuck, Jason froze. He couldn’t–couldn’t move. He’s lucky there was a building just below him that caught his fall, that Dick got to him before Jason slipped right off it to the ground far below. Through the pain of that landing, Jason had scrambled for purchase, but his grip couldn’t find traction. Dick stopped Jason from falling to the ground, but Jason was still dangling over the edge of the building once everything was said and done. They have matching bruises from how tightly they’d held each other’s wrists. Dick has a fucking dislocated shoulder because of him, too.

The week has been shitty. Life was bound to take a turn; that’s what happens when it stays good for so long, but fuck. Give him a break.

“You’re not benching me.” Jason says, hackles raised because Dick is being relentless about this. Jason narrows his eyes up at Dick and stands his ground, “I’d have caught myself,” Liar; all bluster and bravado with no substance to back it up. “I was fine.”

Dick sighs, breathing deep to stop himself from reacting like Bruce might: aggressive or harsh or with complete disregard that another person might have feelings on the matter. Still, Dick isn’t a well of patience. He narrows his eyes and Jason juts his chin out in reply, testing and challenging with every intention to make this difficult.

“There’s more to it than just tonight.” Dick tells him, wincing when he jostles his dislocated shoulder. It hangs limply at Dick’s side. Jason can see through Dick’s suit as the muscle spasms and as Dick breathes through the discomfort.

“Yeah, I’m aware.” Jason snips. “It’s part of the fucking job. Not like I can’t take a hit.”

Dick’s careful facade of patience and calm chips away a bit at that comment. It irritates him to hear and he snaps, “Just because you can take a beating doesn’t mean you should, or that it’s fine.” Hearing the tone of his own voice makes Dick wince and he sighs again. He’s sighed so damn much this week. Jason clenches his jaw and looks away. More gently this time, Dick says, “Something’s not right, is all I’m getting at.”

“You’re paranoid.” Jason argues.

“Comes with the territory.” Dick says, “I’m not wrong about this though.”

Jason grits his teeth and turns to look at Dick again. “You are. You’re not grounding me.”

“Yes, I am.” Dick says, that hard edge returning back to his tone. Just like Bruce, Dick doesn’t like having his authority tested. Pushing boundaries is what Jason does though. Dick can’t fucking bench him. “Just until I figure this out–”

“You’re only doing this because you think I’m not good enough, huh?” Jason asks, voice hoarse. It’s something Jason has felt most of this shitty week, but Dick seems to reel over the accusation, caught off guard. He probably thought Jason wasn’t going to say anything. Fuck him. Jason sneers, “Think I’m more trouble than I’m worth, that I’m not worth the stress, huh?”

“No.” Dick tells him, face pinched with confusion. “Where’s this coming from?”

“B thinks that way, why wouldn’t you?” Jason snaps, barreling on before Dick can interrupt him. He turns on Dick, shoving him back into one of the chairs in the room while growling, “I looked after myself fucking fine before you,” he shoves Dick again when Dick tries to stand up and adds, “before Bruce.” And again before snapping, “Stay there so I can fix your fucking arm.”

“I can take care of it myself–” Dick protests and Jason scoffs, incredulous and mean.

“Can you though?” He asks pointedly. It’s a low blow, but Jason’s never been above fighting dirty. He reverts back to old habits. He feels attacked, so he bites back. Jason falls back on barbed words and his shit personality because he doesn’t want to be anything softer with Dick right now. And when Dick narrows his eyes at him; when Jason sees a tick in Dick’s jaw from clenching, Jason notices and he pushes.

“Who’s going to watch your back if I’m not there? Your team?” Jason asks. “Look around, Dick. It’s just me!”

“Then sit your ass at the computer and monitor from there.” Dick tells him, finally biting back.

“What if the tower isn’t safe? What then?” Jason pushes. “It wouldn’t be the first time. Are you just gonna lock access to the roof and hope for the best?”

It’s cruel of him to bring up something so heavy as ammunition, but Jason does it anyway. It’s definitely a poor call because Dick takes it so damn personally; it makes it better to use, even if it makes Jason feel dizzy and sick and miserable.

“Was that for my sake or yours–”

“Then you’ll go to Gotham with Bruce.” Dick snaps, fully interrupting Jason although the coldness in his eyes says everything. Jason’s face flushes in shame from the hit on both sides. He bites the inside of his lower lip and tries not to show how he’s unraveling.

They’re not on the same wavelength of the cave being safe; all Jason gets from Dick’s words is that he’s willing to send Jason away without Jason getting a say in the matter. Just like Bruce did. What Jason gets from Dick is that he thinks Jason is unstable despite Jason being the only stability that has kept Dick going all these months. Young, stupid, hurting–not good enough. Not strong enough. Not tough enough.

Everything feels like a betrayal. He snaps Dick’s shoulder back into its socket before shoving away.

“Fuck you.”