#adding this as another reason to push me towards watching it lol

[pocketsizedquasar-3]

sahar you should watch conclave i feel like you'd find it entertaining lol. also i find it to be a good well-told story that's accessible to even those who don't like the catholic church, because it is at heart a drama (described as a political thriller by wikipedia i think haha) and it is critical of the church in some ways! even if it's about popes 🙂‍↕️ also the costume designer cuntified the priest clothes

hello! omg yeah i definitely have planned to; it looks really interesting 👀 it also definitely went from “oo mildly interesting thing that my tumblr mutuals are making old man yaoi about” to “oh i absolutely have to watch this” when i learned there was an intersex character (that from all i’ve heard seems to have been handled really well) so i’m def interested in watching/have been planning to!!

[cherrytimemachine]

Soooooo....How was earthspark, my friend? 😬

I know this has been sitting in my inbox for like two weeks, sorry bro.

Season 2 was... a lot. I have a lot of things I wanted to say about this, so I'll try my damn hardest to keep this as short as possible without it becoming an essay rant.

First off, it felt like they weren't really sure how to start the next season. They skipped through a whole year of potential plot. It felt like I the plot started midway through the season. I wanted to see the aftermath of the battle with Mandroid, the fallout between the Autobots and the Decepticons, the characters grappling with being under mind control. Dammit, I wanted Megatron angst.

Speaking of which, he wasn't in there enough. In the first season he was there all the time, but he was only in two episodes. I see this a lot with shows or movie sequels where they try to introduce new characters to keep the story interesting and fresh, but what happens is that they push the main characters into the background and essentially replace them. And they made everyone dumb for some reason. Like in the second episode when Mo's parents didn't even notice how weird she was being, like, what was that ?? I know it's a kids show, but good grief, at least try to make it more sneaky.

The Chaos Terrans were meh. They felt more like unnecessary additions if you ask me. I wasn't much of a fan of Aftermath, and Spitfire (who's name I kept forgetting for some reason) was interesting in the beginning, but her character arc went way off the rails really fast. How did she go from "angry competitive person who will do whatever it takes to win" to "murder is ok and fun actually"? That feels like a real leap in logic.

I think they're trying to pull that same plotline from Cyberverse with Shockwave, where his spark was just "made evil", leaving no room for depth or development with his character arc. I already made my thoughts on that very clear when I watched Cyberverse two years ago. I was really mad when I wrote that lol.

This season also has a major problem with the thematic elements being discarded from season 1. The story felt bland and flimsy, the characters were more like two dimensional caricatures of themselves, and the ending was beyond rushed.

I did have a few things I liked about it though. I liked the filler episode with the carnival magician, it's probably my favorite episode this season. The Quintessons looked cool as hell, and I hope we get more of them at some point. I also liked Terratronus a lot, and I wish they had done more with her. I'm glad this show is tackling the idea that the Primes weren't perfect, and they had flaws in their ideology. Mo actually questioned Quintus's decisions of making these new races to support his own and then abandoning them, and Terratronus defended his authority and ignored her questions, which I thought was well done showing how Terratronus has been trained to be loyal to her creator and refuses to question his choices.

The Starscream thing was ridiculous though. His potential was left in the dust. I was so ready for him and Megatron to have another fight where they address their hatred for each other, but that didn't happen. For most of the season, he was just kinda there being a no nonsense leader guy lacking in his own personality. He only got his time to shine towards the end, and he wasn't written very well. There was only one interaction between him and Hashtag, and there was no emotion behind it at all. Then he rips the sparks out the sparks of the Chaos Terrans, which I thought was excessive but cool anyway, and then he takes over Terratronus. Starscream's defeat happened way too quickly and they didn't even really explore what he was going to do when he got control of the titan. We didn't get to see much of his point of view on how he was going to transform Earth into their new home, we just knew that was his goal. I do wish they added more of the rift between Shockwave's ideas and Starscream's as well, it would've made their retreat much more impactful.

That's all I have to say for now. I could go more in depth with it (and the lack of Prowl and Tarantulas, don't think I didn't notice that), but much like the writing team, I don't have any ideas right now.

[ardensregias]

I just noticed that your request was open again so here I am 🫢

hear me out...aven with casino owner! reader who would treat him to a sweet meal in the hotel room after he won all the games of the night (if you catch what I mean 🤭)

is it what i think it is 😼😼 this is actually my first aven smut lol i have only written fluff nd angst for him (о´∀`о) also i altered the location to the table if that's okay!

nsfw under the cut, aventurine x female reader, oral (reader receiving), tongue fucking, fingering.

"another bountiful night, huh?" you approach the blondie with a knowing smile, watching the coins stacked on his side of the table. it's not a questionable sight to see, as all your regulars must have gotten used to seeing aventurine sweeps all the credits his opponents have—some even had lost so much of their savings that they decide to never play with him again.

the senior manager merely chuckled, his beautiful hands busy counting his prize, "i will always be the final victor, sweetheart," he looks up at you, taking off the pink shades sitting on top of his sharp nose.

"hm, it must be exhausting being alone up there," your hand quickly make its way to grab the drink from the bartender, pushing the crystal clear cup towards him, "my treat."

aventurine looks at the slim glass in curiosity, wondering the reason for you to be so kind today. perhaps you need him for something? but that can't be true, for you are not the type to treat someone with goodness only to use them for your own benefit.

his eyes watch as you signal to your employees to close the establishment and go home, while mixing another drink for yourself and heading to sit across from him and reaching for his hand. how amusing, he thinks.

"are you free tonight?" your melodious voice soothes him, ringing on his ears like a gentle lullaby, lifting all his exhaustion away. with that voice, you can go up against a siren and win.

"i am. why?"

to be honest, aventurine thought about leaving the casino straight away, but seeing how beautiful you look tonight, he'd be a fool to pass the chance to be alone with you. the stoneheart decides to take a sip of his drink, eyes on you the whole time, watching your eyes lit up at the taste and your lips curling up to form a smile, one he will never get tired of.

you, on the other hand, really want to treat him to something... better, like something only you could do. you have noticed the way he looks at you, with a smirk tugging at his lips—the gambler isn't exactly as good at hiding his attraction to you as he is with gambling, you suppose.

"i have something for you—a gift,"

now you've caught his attention.

aventurine cocks his head, eyebrow rising in genuine interest, "really? surprise me then," as if challenging you, he leans back on the chair and cross his arms, waiting. the gambler is good at hiding it, but you can still notice the way his breathing gets slightly heavier—obviously excited.

you smile cheekily at him, slowly repositioning yourself to sit on top of the casino table instead and gesturing for him to come closer. there's a noticeable shifts in aventurine's expression—adding intensity to his gaze as the blondie moves forward, almost too impatiently before his self-control reminds him to not be so aggressive in fear of scaring you away.

(in all honesty, you love to see how overjoyed he is to get so close to you, similar to the way puppies react to treats.)

extending your hand, you reach for his face, as if giving your consent for the captivated gambler to take the lead—and he does, of course, aggressively pressing his plump lips against yours before he bites down lightly on your lower lip, asking for more.

a soft moan escaped your parted lips, and aventurine wastes no time invading your mouth and entangling your tongue with his—he's literally eating you up at this point, making out with you like he'd die if he stops and leaving no room for oxygen.

"aven—hah.." you pushed him by the chest, desperately trying to signal to him that you'll pass out if he doesn't stop. thankfully he understands and finally broke the kiss to catch his own breath, leaving a slim string of saliva connecting your lips and his. the sight only fueled his desire for you—your chest rising up and down, that dazed look in your eyes, and the warmth rising up to your face—ah, this is bad, aventurine no longer can pretend that he's not affected, not when there's a prominent bulge growing on his tailored pants.

the male slowly move himself down to kneel in front of you, littering your body with kisses and stopping when he's on the same level with your crotch to slide your pants down, removing the obstacle that hid the main course—and what a perfect dinner this is going to be.

oh please, don't squirm and clench your hole like that, this lovesick gambler is on the verge of losing his mind over how sexy you look right now—tempt him any further and he'll start pounding you into the desk—but no, patience breeds success, as the doctor said. he'll keep that in mind and try his best. for now.

with his low and throaty voice, aventurine speaks again, "ah, fuck... sweetheart, is this the gift you want to give me? hm?" he chuckles, that same cocky and arrogant attitude coming back to him as he shoves his face to position it right in front of your pussy and between your thighs—oh, so this is how heaven feels like.

meanwhile, you nod and whine, impatiently waiting for him to start pleasuring you. but you know how he is, he wants you to use your words and answer him, and when you stay silent, he lands a smack on your thigh, earning a high-pitched squeal from you.

"answer me, come on," you gasp at his darker tone, glancing down to catch his eyes anticipating your pleas, "yes, yes—please!" finally, and not even a second later, he pushed his nose up against your folds, sighing in delight before he finally use his skilled tongue to make a mess out of you—licking, sucking, and kissing your clit deeply, as if he's making out with this other lips of yours.

aventurine isn't ashamed of the loud and embarrassing squelching noises he's making with his tongue—flicking it against your bud and lapping the juices dripping out of your hole, not letting even a single drop off his mouth.

"shit, baby... can you hear just how wet you are? look," he laughs and bring his gloved hand up to push a single digit into your spasming hole, drawing out even more pathetic whimpers from your mouth and making you tighten, "look at how easy it is to move my fingers inside you—ah, it's practically begging me to keep going," feeling smug, aventurine goes back down on you, attacking every single nerves in your cunt without caring about the sobs and pleas you uttered—you were the one who offered him this sweet, sweet gift, after all.

you close your legs, feeling that knot forming in your stomach from constant stimulation, indicating that it's just a few more seconds until it bursts and you start releasing even more of those sweet liquid aventurine is dying to taste. he, of course, caught the signs and moves his tongue even faster than before, dragging it along the opening and pushing it inside your pussy, directly licking the insides as well. where did he learn to devour a cunt like this? you can't even protests, your words drowned by your own moans and the loud slurping noises he's making down there.

he moves his hand to grab your waist, encouraging you to also work on chasing your release and preventing you from squirming away. he'd love to spend everyday squished between your thighs and smothering his face with your pussy—suffocate him, if you wish, at least he'll die doing what he loves.

"go on, cum—let me taste more of you," aventurine hums, his breath tickling the sensitive pearl, triggering that orgasm out of you. drops of your release fills his mouth, some even dripping down his chest and into the floor.

aventurine takes in the sight in front of him—you, with your eyes squeezed shut and your chest rising and falling steadily—and pride rose up his face at the idea of being the only one to mess you up this much, and he'd be lying to say that his interest was not piqued.

he extends a hand, carefully helping you get back in your clothes, "guess i need to do my best to receive more of this 'gift' then,"