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being 100% nonhuman and having a human partner is crazy ngl
like he doesn't understand a single thing i say when i bark but he loves me anyway
he doesn't understand why i bite him affectionately but he loves me anyway
he doesn't get 99% of my behaviors, but he loves me anyway
and i find that beautiful
-Rocky 🐾 [He/Paw]
Superman, that ungrateful bastard.
What puzzles me and people don't want to see is for Superman to have a "normal" love relationship, it has to be with a metahuman.
No, not only for the physical intercourse (sex), which isn't intrinsically bad, but also to be free to be who he is, without living in a world made of cardboard. A world where he can embrace his partner not fearing to break the other apart or suffocating. Where he can sleep soundly at night without fearing harming the other by just turning over. To live a normal life, he needs a person who is abnormal like he is. Being with a mortal implies he renounces a big part of who he is in the other's benefit. He can't fall asleep with his arms around his human lover. I said before humans are the lowest common denominator and everything must be accomodated to suit their needs.
How about the needs of the Man of Steel? Naaah, those are not important. He can and must adapt to the human's needs. He must live to please the human, to endulge every aspect of her selfishness. The human makes no sacrifice to be with the Kryptonian. She demands he to do what she says, because she's always right and he is not. He's only a strange visitor. Superman was surrounded by humans his whole life. Okay, his parents were special because they protected him and gave him all their love. He do well in being grateful, but Lois and Bruce are just capriciously demanding, as if the Kryptonian ows them some sort of debt. Is the price to pay to live among us, a selfish and egotistical species, but, at least, let him be free from us in his love life, to be with someone who makes his life easy, who understands, who has the same problems, instead being on his case all the time for being a superpowerful alien.
Being a superpowerful alien led the humans to believe he has no problems at all, so he has nothing to complain about.
Just an example of biasing: Batso saved Joker's life infinite times, hoping he can redeem the lunatic mass murderer. The moment "Injustice..." Superman killed the clown and took extreme measures to make us not killing each other, he became a menace Batso declared holy war against and must eliminate. Batso accepts no responsibility for the people Brother Eye, his creation, murdered, which is probably more than the people Injustice Superman could ever kill. Yeah...the menace is Superman.
It's not enough we build him a statue every time he dies saving our sorry asses.
Superman built DC Comics from the ground up, and this is how the owners pay him: making him pay the steep price for the priviledge of living among us.
I'm human and I'm not so sure I want to live among us.
The moment Dr. Manhattan became something more than human, he realized we are not worth the effort. And he was one of us.
Literally me and my patner.
Drider Datemate Sleepover
(Monster boyfriend/neutral human with visual impairment1-7-19)
They warn you to be prepared for a shock the first time you come over.
You get lost trying to find their place and have to call them for directions.
After going over a tiny bridge and turning a few more times, on dirt and pebble roads, you find it.
He is standing on the front porch, back two legs tapping nervously.
They invite you in and offer you tea or coffee, but you are distracted by webs covering the walls and vaulted ceiling. A hammock of web taking center stage, floating three feet off the ground.
"I don't really weave much but I've never stopped liking the feeling of sleeping suspended."
You sip your drink of choice and cuddle in the hammock as you watch something dorky and nondescript.
They curl their legs underneath them and lean their upper body on you, kissing your neck and shoulder ever so often.
You fall asleep like this and wake at 4am. They fret asking how your neck is. They had a daybed if that was more to your liking, insisting you use it.
"No I'm fine I promise, this is actually quite nice."
It's raining heavily outside and you slept wonderfully, so you're in a good mood.
They sigh in relief and you hop down to go to the bathroom. You come back to the smell of an early breakfast and the sound of local weather informing you that traveling home today would be near-impossible.
He apologizes profusely for your being "stuck" with him, and offers to see if the bridge is out.
"I don't mind staying, I would hate to try and drive in this deluge. But if you would rather I leave, I'll understand, I don't want to impose, I-"
"No no no, I'd love it if you stayed, I, I like you a lot... obviously, so if you want to..."
You stay and the day becomes an exercise in playing house. You sing in the kitchen while you make lunch, he sings along as he folds laundry. It turns into a very domestic fifth date.
Just before one p.m. , the rain stops, doesn't slow, doesn't drizzle. Just. Stops.
You miss the sound of the rain but you fill the silence with laughter and half-assed jokes.
You laugh so hard your face hurts, when he does an impression of Aragog from Harry Potter.
You're trying to cuddle on the couch but you keep getting interrupted by his spindly fingers tickling your sides while he hums the itsy bitsy spider.
"It's not fair, so not fair to tickle when trying to make a joke, you're so cheating." "Who said this was a contest-" "CHEATING!!?!+!" You squeak out as you try to escape his hands, but he holds you close and laughs.
He looks so handsome when he smiles. His eyes crinkle, all eight of them. He finally opens them all while you are around. Previously he only used two in an effort to be "normal".
"Normal my left foot. For you eight is the magic number, for me it is one. No big deal.
Apparently he didn't realize you were blind in one eye so his face was puzzled at first, then his expression cleared as he realized, and he went beet red, apparently embarrassed.
You start making vision puns and he can't look at you.
He finally laughs when you say "No worries love, hindsight is twenty twenty... twenty twenty twenty twenty twenty twenty."
"That's so terrible" he chokes out, trying to suppress giggles.
By seven the bridge is passable and the roads, though muddy, could be used with care.
"Well I suppose it's time for me to go, I do have work tonight. I wish I could stay."
"Well you could come back, I'll let you have the hammock this time and tomorrow, weather permitting, I can finally show you the property like I planned, maybe we could have a picnic?"
You smile so big, your face feels like a stretched rubber band.
"Or" he says "I could meet you at your place tomorrow, if that works with you?"
You tackle hug him, he had it coming.
"On one condition"
"Anything you desire, oh dear one"
He smiles, you can feel it, his face being nestled in your neck. So you whisper your request in his ear.
"W-would you make me one?"
"What?"
"A hammock"
He looks a bit dumbfounded and a smidge excited.
"Unless that's too much work, I mean I already imposed so much today and I don't want you thinking I'm demanding-"
He does that annoying thing you say you hate. He interrupts you by kissing you. He winds a hand in your hair and pulls you even closer to him. When he puts back he is smiling.
"Of course I can, it might take a little while but I'd love to. You like sleeping in it that much?"
"Well...that and I want you to stay over now that we've gotten past this milestone."
"I'm sure I'd be just as comfortable in your be-"
"And I may want to try other things in the hammock" you blurt out before kissing his cheek and waving goodbye as you rush to your car.
He was left smirking with arms crossed as you started back toward the little bridge.
'I'll make it plenty roomy...and stable" he thought as the sound of your engine faded away.
(Please by all means input is welcome)
Just gonna... leave these Lance screenshots here
Here have a happy Lance.
((Obviously just a quick miiverse doodle of Lance.))
((I did my best. This is probably the most difficult sprite I have done. I was planning on making a sprite of Pamoon’s original partner for a while now.))
