Saying That It's Okay To Write Or Read About Dark And Taboo Topics But Only When They're Portrayed In

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🔹 There is no objective metric to decide if a story is portraying a negative topic the 'right' way.

🔹 Just because a piece of fiction doesn't explicitly condemn or portray an evil action in a bad light in the text doesn't mean the author thinks its good or is trying to persuade the audience that it is good.

🔹 Survivors of trauma will not always write fiction about their trauma in a way that seems 'right' or 'normal' to you.

🔹 Banning fiction because it portrays dark, taboo topics in a way you consider gross or disgusting is still censorship.

"Nope, no, uh. That you don't," Blitz said, only then realizing he had proposed out loud. Oops. Sometimes, it might be nice to keep those intrusive thoughts to oneself. But hey, the proverbial cat was out of the bag, and it was way too late for takebacks. Besides, he didn't really want to take it back. She was---shit, who wouldn't want to marry her?

So, putting on a grin, he offered his hand.

"I'm Blitzo--the O is silent. I kill people for a living, love your work, and think we'd make one hell of a team. How about it? Wanna get married for a week, have a fuckton of fun, make some mistakes, and not regret a damn thing?"

He probably wasn't getting out of this conversation alive, but hey, worth it.

@doublejango replied: Immediately propose

"....Do I know you?"

Sexy Ask: If Blitz could have one night with Millie and could do anything he wanted to her and not be faulted for it, what would he want to do?

Blitz would want to adore her. If everything was on the table and they were going to be okay, and they had Moxxie's approval (if M&M are together in that verse; Blitz doesn't want to damage their relationship, he really, really doesn't, no matter how ridiculous he is about them), he would want to worship that woman.

(Putting the rest of this one under a cut because it got a little more explicit).

Blitz has a lot of complicated feelings about both Millie and Moxxie, but almost all of them boil down to affection and admiration. If she was down to let him do anything, I think it would be the most vanilla adoration ever. Like starting with a lot of nuzzling and petting, and so. much. praise. He would just be like, slowly giving her a full-body massage while also just telling her so many things he admires about her. Praise her strength, her courage, her loyalty, her ferocity, her tenacity. Millie is an incredible woman, and Blitz... might actually feel like he doesn't deserve to touch her at all, but since she wants him to that night? He will.

After all of the massage and the praise, Blitz would gladly spend the entire night with his head between her legs, showing her that actually, there is one thing he is waaaaaaay better at than killing. He loves giving head, he's extremely good at giving head, and he especially loves giving head to women. He's also very good at using the spade of his tail in playtime, and wouldn't hesitate to do so.

Blitz would want to leave Millie happily shivering, like just, worship her until her muscles all turn to Jello, then snuggle her, pet her hair, and just purr. Because holding someone as incredible as Millie, being allowed to show them through sex how highly you think of them? Purring is the only option for once it's all over.

I don't think Blitz would even want to get off or be touched tbh, which isn't usual for him. He loves orgasms and loves receiving attention too, most of the time, but if it was just one night together and he knew she wasn't going to be pissed at him for anything that happened? Yep, he would genuinely want to spend the entire time focusing on her.

Blitz, what do you love about Angel Dust? (for @poisonedspider's Angel because they've been getting stupid anon hate and having a rough time and I saw you're one of their mains)

for @poisonedspider

"Uh..." Blitz narrowed his eyes at the stranger, frowning, but just shrugged after a moment. What could it hurt to compliment someone he really liked? So, he folded his arms and leaned back as far as the sticky little booth would let him.

"He's a lot smarter than people give him credit for, and he seems real like.. I don't know, fuckin' classy? You know? Like, he stares down all the shit people wanna put on him. Homophobic shit? He'll grin and that's like, you know. The fuckin' warning you get. You try to fuck with him with like wits and you're screwed before you even start--that guy has got a fucking vocabulary, and I don't think I can even spell half of the shit he can say. Well, I can't... really... spell much anyway, but listen," he sat up straight and pointed at them, "that's beside the point.

"Maybe he doesn't always believe in himself, but he carries himself like he's got some goddamn self-respect, and I think that rubs off on the people around him. Some guys with power and fame make you feel small, do whatever they can do to just like, you know, shit on the little guy, put people down. Angel Dust makes you feel taller than ever, and like the day's a little brighter or somethin."

SEXY ASK. You're clearly into Angel Dust (ahem, totally not poisonedspider, ahem). If you got to have one night with him, what would you do?

definitely not for @poisonedspider Blitz spins around in his chair, thinking about it.

"Honestly," he says after a moment, with a quiet little snort, "probably either give him emotional whiplash or make him lose all respect for me. Because we'd probably go back to one of our places all like, sexy and giggly and shit, you know? Teasing each other, making out, being playful...

"But look, I know myself. I fuckin'... I really love soft people? So once his clothes come off and he's given permission for me to touch him, all that fuckin' fur? It's a miracle if me an' Stolas can get through a night together without me like, freaking out and rubbing my face all over him, and kicking up and down alongside that lanky motherfucker so I can rub my whole body along his, cause I like the way the feathers feel. So.... yeah that, uh, that's proooobably going to happen to Angel? He looks so soft. I'd probably try to play it all cool at first, like..."

He mimes petting. "Oh, Angel, you're so soft, I like your fur, it's so nice... and..." More petting, more quickly. "I really like your fur... Aaaand then I'd be a lost cause and just have to like, pet all of his fur and rub against him and be a big fuckin' dork, because it's just like, it's, I don't know. A nice fuckin' feeling or something. So we'd go from sexy flirting to that, and then from there...

"Listen, don't ruin my like, cool image or anything here. But I like talking to my partners about what we're actually gonna do before we do it? So I'd ask him. Adult conversations, the uh, stuff of sexy fantasies, right?" Blitz looks down and fiddles with something on his desk, embarrassed. "If he said he's in the mood for some toys, I'd show him what I had in mind so we could pick together what looks good. If he's more in the mood for some romantic vanilla shit... I... can do that, too. Or... I can try. I don't... know how to--anyway.

"I really like topping. Domming. But that's not always somethin' you can just, uh, jump right into with someone, you know? Sometimes it takes a while for people to feel comfortable with offering their trust like that. So I wouldn't push for that.

"If all we get is one night together... guess I'd ask how he wants to get fucked, then spend the whole damn night trying to make sure it's the best he's ever gotten that way. But like, sincere-best. Not exaggerated porny best. I can't compete with that shit, with his job. I just... I'd want to leave him feeling great in the morning, you know? Like somebody.... Christ, fuck. Like he was heard, wanted, and like someone fucking cherished getting to spend that time with him. Being allowed to uh... be. With him. Like...

"You know what, I'm doing a whole lot of rambling here and it's waaaaay off topic for work, I'm just gonna--yep. Look at the time, gotta go!"