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FOR ALL YOUR PCs, WHAT IS THEIR IDEAL PARTNER, AND WHAT KIND OF PERSON DO YOU THINK WOULD BE BEST FOR THEM? LIKE FOR EXAMPLE BRYNN WANTS SOMEONE WHO'LL BE CALM AND QUIET AND SHI BUT FOR ME I SOMEONE ENERGETIC WOULD BE BEST FOR HIM
(also what do I refer to you as🚹 like do i just call you with your username or like aaaa nickname.....?)
This is such a good but difficult question cause my PCs don't practice avoiding the red flags. The people they want and the people they should be with... Yeah, gosh.
Jas the Wildcard
Ideal: Her ideal type would be someone that makes her feel strong. She has been beaten down, degraded, and mistreated when she started to pay her debt. She felt weak and pathetic, she is still ashamed for some of the things she did in desperation to make ends meet. To have someone treat her like an equal, respected, and more than some orphan? She craves that. She also wants someone that is her equal. Someone she isn't desperate to save, someone that can hold their own and she could even rely on.
Best: Her best match is probably someone as caring as her since she is someone that tries to help everyone. She couldn't bear to let others suffer; her partner must understand that and support her. Her partner needs to be understanding in general. Jas has done a lot of things she's not proud of and can be seen as a slut, criminal, or simply bad. Her heart is good and she wants to be so much more than who she currently is, if someone dismisses her true self and focuses on the superficial stuff, she'll hate herself. Someone strong doesn't hurt too, she gets into a lot of trouble, and having someone protect her would be appreciated.
Hunter the Allrounder
Ideal: Hunter wants someone fun above all else. Someone that can keep up with him and make every moment exciting. He is always searching for his next high and if that's his partner, all the better! Personally, he would want someone that is weak and would depend on him. He likes being the one people trust and look to for help, he feels capable and needed when that happens. He also likes the innocent types, not necessarily pure, but the people who are trusting, sweet, and maybe unaware of certain things that most people normally know. He just finds innocent types cute, and if he can be the one to ruin that innocence........
Best: His best match would probably be a gentle soul. Someone sweet and soft, definitely less wild and daring than him. Someone that would pour their whole self into loving him so he would want to pour back as much of himself back to them. Someone sensitive and would feel scared or sad each time they worry for him or see him hurt. He needs a gentle hand to tame him, and he needs to feel guilty enough to start caring for himself for their sake.
Celeste the Righteous
Ideal: For Celeste, the person she wants to settle with would be someone strict, kind, and safe. She wants someone with great self-discipline, someone that isn't easily swayed by temptations and able to be their best self by a rigid lifestyle they can be proud of. She works hard every day to be the best person she can be and she wants the same kind of person to be her partner. She knows she can be... Difficult and she struggles to get along with most people. She wants someone that is naturally kind, that can easily smile at her even if she comes off as apathetic, and who would treat her sweetly even when she's not the best talker or she acts intensely. Also, with how many messed up people are in this town, she wants someone she can feel safe with. Someone she knows would never hurt her and she can let her guard down around them.
Best: Her best match is someone that an easygoing social butterfly that won't leave her alone. Celeste doesn't know how to enjoy life, she also has a very narrow-minded worldview from her lack of exposure to the rest of the world. Someone that would go to her with stubborn determination and cheerful smiles would wear down her walls and slowly bring her out of her shell. Someone that will make her relax, enjoy, and experience life fully instead of going through it like a chore. Where she can bring stability and book smarts to someone's life, she needs someone that would bring enjoyment and street smarts to hers.
Maeve the Trap
Ideal: ...Maeve is simple. He wants to be kept. He wants someone possessive, someone that would claim him. Sometimes, Maeve dreams of having someone that would obsess over him and just kidnap him from the world. He doesn't mind being locked in a basement, attic, or even just chained somewhere for that person's convenience. He doesn't care if it's out of love, insanity, or just because they want him as a personal sex slave. He would prefer it if it's out of love, but if the person deemed him good enough to keep, that is good enough for Maeve. He needs to feel validated, he needs to have someone that would tell him he's theirs. He needs that constant reminder that this person wants him.
Best: His best match is someone patient. Maeve has a lot of issues to work through and to get through to him would take a lot of time. Maeve is so severely insecure that reassuring him would be frustrating to most people, so someone that would calmly explain to him each time he has a breakdown why he's loved till he can work through his insecurities himself is needed for this relationship to last. His partner would also have to be self-assured, to know what they want and stay true to it, cause only then when this person says they want Maeve, Maeve can believe it readily. If the person is too wishy-washy, Maeve would feel even more insecure about the relationship. Maeve needs a person who is full of love and is willing to love this broken boy.
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BITTERSWEET RANT ABOUT QUEER (MLM) CHARACTERS IN CURRENT MEDIA
I used to think it was impossible for me to hyperfixate on a show/ship without reading and writing nonstop fanfic about it. But then, a year and a half ago, I watched OFMD and I staunchly refused to read or write any fanfic, because I needed to wait it out and see how the amazing writers planned the story to continue. (I'm ecstatic for October 5th.)
I still considered myself to continue obsessing over my queer ships, especially when I watched Galavant and fell into a bit of a Richard/Gareth hole (but there are very few fics, I planned to write one but kept going back to my Macden fics).
Then, I watched Hannibal, and I tried to read fics, planned one too, but I just couldn't get into it, and preferred obsessively rewatching the show instead.
Now I'm literally refreshing fanvids of our Ineffable Husbands from Good Omens on YT daily, but completely unable to even glance at fics.
It's funny to think how far we are coming with queer characters in media, and I'm just so excited to see shows that refuse to queerbait. They aren't using a viewership by playing with never-ending hints and nods but zero follow through. They are acknowledging that acts of abandonment or betrayal have consequences, regardless of the initial intentions. They refuse to do that kind of disservice to the respective narrative journeys of these characters.
Yes, they may be angsty and a bit sad right now, but Goddammit, we are finally getting sincere, star-crossed gay love stories. Tragic, but not in your typical heartbreaking Brokeback Mountain -esque media from the past (no hate, love the movie, thought the short story was okay).
These queer love stories are giving the same kind of painful passion as some of the best dramatic romances around (one of my fave genres). What a time to be alive! Because it's not an unhappy ending until it ends. The best love stories have to have nearly impossible obstacles. That is how the relationships are tested.
Just thinking about how I've always hyperfixated in the past vs. how I do now. I realized it's because I finally have hope. I can't consume fics because I trust the creators and writers of canon so explicitly that I know they will continue showing how they respect the viewers while also acknowledging the significance, the absolute necessity of delving into the arcs and development the characters need to find within themselves.
I believe David Jenkins and Neil Gaiman are determined to do right (as Bryan Fuller would be, if ever given the chance to continue), not by all the vastly different opinions of the countless countering fans, but by the way they have shown genuine acknowledgement to the romance and enough respect for the love interests to make them face challenges that help them grow. Queer characters are the leads' now, and they are fully-formed yet ever-changing, unique representations, flirting with fun stereotypes, without reducing them to the worst and most inaccurate social stigmas.
So, I'm ever-resolute to hold out for canon, because I don't want to get my head so full of incredible fanfic that I have my opinion change from constantly switching perspectives.
These writers are changing the game so much that I can't help but trust that - even beyond just the romantic aspect - they actually care about the development of the characters, they aren't defined by just being gay, they are complex.
In other words, I'm in a perpetual state of refreshing Macden fic updates every time I want to read something, and trying to conjure the desire to write again, so I can get back this other Macden fic, after having spent the past two years straight writing the most fics I have for any ship in my entire life.
But, yeah, it's totally crazy to realize that the reason I can not read any of the amazing fics out there for Our Flag Means Death, Hannibal & Good Omens is because these shows are already so enthusiastic and welcoming of their queer characters.
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I deleted my prev post on the subject bc I felt like I needed to write out something that was a little more thought-out, so here we go:
I know Sunny deals with sexual assault pretty flippantly, but I would appreciate it if anyone reblogging from me could refrain from bringing up SA in a similar way completely untagged; I always try to make sure I tag my posts with #cw csa mention or #cw rape mention even if the original post isn't explicitly about it, but my own tags are. And like, I get it, I know that seeing a post might spark a thought and you reblog with some unrelated shit, I do it too, but please, pleeeeaaase tag for it.
I get that not everyone can be bothered to do this, or will even see this post, or care at all, but I encourage people to be a liiiiittle bit more careful with what you tag posts with, because as a reminder, I, and many other people do check tags on their original posts, and I really, really don't want to be hit in the face with completely unrelated tags joking about Dennis teaching Dee to rape men. Thanks.
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Kinktober Day 1: Size - Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader
WC: 1.1k
CW: Size play, predator/prey dynamics, established relationship, piv penetration, no protection, creampie, teasing, praise, sub!reader, dom!miguel, subspace implied, reader gets fucked so good she passes out, aftercare is included
Notes: first time writing for miguel? pog? also welcome to kinktober everyone its gonna get freaky >:)
Miguel is constantly pinning you to things. He’s not even doing it on purpose necessarily, he’s just so big.
It’s not his fault that he’ll reach for something over your head, or try to scooch behind you in the kitchen or hallway, and all of a sudden you’re pushed against the nearest surface being towered over by a 6’9 spider hybrid.
What is his fault is how he abuses it once he realizes how flustered it makes it. He’s always been very perceptive when it came to you. He knows how your cheeks flush red with embarrassment, how your breath hitches, and your thighs squeeze together in need, right as you look upward to view him caging you in. It always gives a sickening ego boost. You’re just so small compared to him. Breakable. Fragile. Delicate. Delicious.
He starts subtlety. Sneaking behind you when you’re making morning coffee, hovering behind when you work at your desk, and of course, getting you down on your knees for him whenever possible. It doesn’t take long to escalate however, coming to a head one night before he is set to attend a Spider Society gala with you as his plus one.
You slide the dress up your body carefully, allowing the snug material to cling tight around your breasts in its strapless style. You straighten it out and peered over your shoulder to call, “Miggy? Can you come zip me up please?”
You adjust your hair and makeup in the mirror as you listen to his lumbering footsteps, smiling when he appears behind you, his eyes tracing over your curves in the reflection. He takes a step closer, and the way his shoulders dwarf yours causes your breath to hitch. He slides a hand up your side and another comes to rest on the back of your neck. You open your mouth to make the request again, but the air is knocked out of you as he pushes forwards, pinning you firmly to the floor-length mirror without looking away from his scanning of your body.
“Sweet, tiny little thing. You’re so easy to push around, aren’t you, mi princesa?” He pushes his hips forward to rut against your ass, and your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head from the combo of his growling tone and his hot erection against you. He leans down to nip at your earlobe before muttering, “I know you love how much bigger than you I am. Does it make you feel all funny? To know how I could wreck you, how I could turn you into my cowering prey, stuck underneath me? It makes your brain all fuzzy. And it makes your cunt dripping wet.” He uses the hand on your side to tug up the dress, exposing your bare ass. He scoffs at the lewdity and gives one of the round globes a spank, forcing a whimper from you.
You watch him in the mirror as he blocks you in on all sides while running a finger down to your folds, teasingly sliding it against your entrance before bringing it to his month to suck off the slick. He hums in approval and moves his arms to sit on either side of your head, leaving you boxed in but free to move against him.
“Spin around. I wanna look you in the eyes while I stretch your tight pussy to it’s breaking point, and if I see you look away I will make sure neither of us sees this event tonight.”
You gulp and slowly twirl around, having to crane your neck to meet his eyes even as he leers down at you. He places a hand over yours and coaxes it to the front of his crotch, using you to squeeze at his bulge before instructing you to undo the zipper and pull him out. You obey without hesitation, allowing him to tug down the top of your dress and reveal your tits as you do. His cock springs eagerly from its confines, precum already leaking from the tip that has flushed a deep purple.
Instinctively you try to drop down to your knees, your clouded headspace demanding that you needed to gag around him as soon as possible, but he manhandles you back up and off the ground with your wrists above your head and legs wrapped around his slutty waist. The rough force has you moaning softly, eyes already glazed over despite the lack of direct stimulation. It makes him chuckle darkly.
He lines his tip up with your entrance and gives no warning before sliding in with a single thrust. The slick dripping down your thighs is plenty of lube as he begins an earth-shattering pace, hips slamming into yours and tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. He leans down and vigorously sucks and bites around your breasts, littering them with hickeys while you cry on his cock, sobbing hysterically from pleasure.
He pulls away from his marking to take in your appearance, at the fat globs of tears gathering on your cheeks make his hips stutter and his abs tense. “God, princesa, feels so good to corrupt you like this,” he switches his grip from your hip to your tummy so he can thumb at your clit, “So ruined for me. Molded this tiny cunt to my dick, so it’s perfect just for me.” You whimper at the praise, jaw dropping open and tongue lolling out as he slides against the spongey spot inside you and rubs fast circles around your bundle of nerves.
“That’s it, my good little girl. So delicate, just gotta take care of you by breaking that poor little brain every once and awhile. Go ahead sweet thing, cum on me, show me how good little prey thank the predators.” His words send you spinning into the abyss, everything in your body pulling taunt and then snapping back as your vision goes from white to black and suddenly you’re so light and floaty that you can’t feel the way you soak Miguel’s cock, nor the way he cums deep inside you as your walls milk him dry. You don’t feel him carry you to the bed, or feel him drag the damp cloth between your legs. You don’t feel how he kisses both your cheeks in hopes of getting your eyes to flutter open, to no avail.
What you do feel is when he pulls your trembling body against his broad chest, rubbing up and down on your arms softly and whispering to you. “Mi amor, you gotta come back to me now. Open up those eyes for me. You did so good for me baby, surprised you made it as long as you did without passing out on my dick. C’mon, wakey wakey corazón.” His words are encouragement enough to float back downwards, settling into his touch until you have enough strength to pull your eyelids open and peer up at him with large doe-eyes. “Aw, welcome back little girl. Te amo.”
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