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starry-bi-sky · 9 months

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okay so i was thinking of a joke earlier about how in DPDC Amity Park's slogan "a great place to live" is not only city propaganda but also the city lording it over the rest of America for being normal. But then I remembered that, despite how many DCU Cities with heroes in it there are, the amount of cities in America without heroes still far outnumber the amount of cities in America WITH heroes.

So I did a little digging so the joke would still land. Something most heroes have in common is that they operate in major cities. What makes a major city? I found that the general consensus is that the population is roughly over or around a million. THEN I looked up the populations of cities in the DCU that I thought of off the top of my head. So Gotham, Metropolis, Starling City, Central City, Jump City. All of them ranked up to millions in population (most of them were in the tens of millions).

Amity Park's wikipedia describes it as being similar to specifically Philadelphia, Chicago, and San Francisco.

Philadelphia's Population: 1.576 million as of 2021 Chicago's Population: 2.697 million as of 2021 San Francisco: 815,201 as of 2021

Whiiich means that Amity Park if we take that from canon, is probably a major city. There are approximately 19,000 cities in America with probably less than a hundred that are major cities. Adding the DCU major cities wouldn't skew the data too much.

Which MEANS that I can make the joke that Amity Park's "great place to live" is not only just typical city propaganda, but also its Amity Park lording it over the other major cities for being one of the only major cities that doesn't have problems bad enough to warrant a superhero or a vigilante. Cue stage left the Fentons and Phantom :)

Amity Parkers were probably SO proud that they didn't need a superhero. They didn't have to worry about things like 'world ending threats' and 'super-powered individuals' and 'staggering property damage'. And then enter Fentons.

It also could be used as an excuse for why nobody took notice to Amity Park getting ghosts if folks like me aren't huge fans of the notion of a media blackout via Tucker, Technus, or the US Government. Or if you want to keep Amity Park as its urban city self. Amity Park's news on ghosts gets drowned out in a week because there's news on more popular, well-known cities going on every other day. The shit going on in Amity Park is every other major city's regular Tuesday and it gets filtered as such.

#dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dpdc #plus amity suddenly going 'we have ghosts' could be seen as a case of city-wide FOMO finally hitting so nobody believes them #and thats if the belief of ghosts not being real is as strong as it is in dp canon #the media blackout could also be /city-induced/ too #where amity parkers are so proud of being 'normal' and 'not having superheros' that many of them try and deny the existence of Phantom #and the mayor and news sources themselves just. stubbornly refuse to let news of ghosts get out to the other cities #do you know how much shit they'll get?? they'll be a laughingstock!#gothamites would never leave them alone. neither would central city or the metropolitans or starling city or--#the other big cities will make fun of them :(#my new favorite hc that stemmed from this is that every major city in the dcu is rivaling with each other #there's a lot you can experiment with this idea imo lmao #this whole post sums up my writing and thinking process pr well tbh #this stemmed because im making a childhood friends au short story doc and wanted to avoid the typical tropes about how AP went undetected #from the rest of the US. bc. im not a fan of the media blackout idea via tucker/technus/gov and i wanted to keep AP an urban city #so i had to come up with something else #hence me looking into DCU cities and how many there are and realizing that there is a decent amount of other cities other than the main #popular ones and being DELIGHTED because then i could use that as an excuse for why amity went overlooked. bc there are many cities with #heroes in it. so its not surprising if another city gets a hero TOO. plus the news also focusing on more popular heroes and cities so again #the news of amity getting a hero gets drowned out by whatever new thing the JL or someone from the JL did that week

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lo-fi-charming · 4 months

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so i've been keeping up with TMP as it's airing, which has been fun, it's actually really nice to experience this kind of story weekly since i came into TMA late and listened up to the s4 finale in like, a month or two. i've been enjoying the new characters and statements, and while i was worried i'd have trouble actively listening (my attention span/executive functioning can be really variable when it comes to podcasts), it's been surprisingly easy for me to actually listen to each new ep the day it drops publicly

all this to say im enjoying the show! but i've found myself feeling increasingly frustrated with a couple things i keep seeing when it comes to discussions of it

to me, it seems... there's been a pervasive reluctance to take TMP as what it is. and i do understand that. it'd be stupid to pretend TMP doesn't exist exclusively because of TMA and that show's success, that it's a successor that was pitched as being similar. it's a story being written by the same people (plus guests), in the same universe (roughly), going for about the same tone and maybe themes.

i just feel like it's a bit of a shame, though, that so many folks seem unwilling not to carry TMA with them when they're engaging with TMP

i don't know where or when it was said, but i swear there was a comment made by jonny and/or alex about how TMP will have some commonality with TMA in terms of world-building, but also, people who listened to TMA first may find themselves theorizing in the wrong direction because we're judging things based off what is no longer concrete, reliable information; things are going to work differently in the world of TMP, and since we have preconceived notions on what is relevant or how things work, that's going to influence how we engage with information presented in TMP if we let it. and that's not even considering the fact that they've been explicit in conveying the idea that TMP was written so you can experience it fully without having listened to any of TMA at all!

i'm very much someone who tries to engage with media on its own terms, largely taking things at face value until i'm given reason to suspect otherwise. that's something i'm trying my best to still do with TMP, even though obviously, i've also listened to TMA and am basing some of my thoughts and personal theories on what we know from that

but that's what i mean to say i guess, it's something you have to actively choose to do. and it feels like, just based on what i've been seeing in fandom spaces, that a lot of people are having a bit of an odd time with TMP because of a reluctance to do that?

i think the easiest way to explain what i mean is to point to a general acceptance, already on the level of fanon it seems, to interpret the computer voices as Our Jon and Martin (+ Jonah/Elias, maybe). now obviously we have the actual real world reason why their voices are present in TMP, because of course jonny and alex were going to come back as voices in the show in some way. and i 100% agree it's a perfectly logical conclusion to then interpret their inclusion as being related to Jon and Martin somehow. i'm personally very into the theory that it is in no way them - not in any way that matters - but specifically their voices that have been stolen (by the Web?) as a means to help spread fears in other realities. but that's really not how i've been seeing people play with the concept? it seems largely 1:1. and again, i totally understand where people are coming from with that - especially when you consider how it can be a super fun concept for horror and angst, or even just the fact that folks want an excuse to carry their favorite characters into this new show and still play around with them. i promise i don't mean to bring this up as a means of making anyone feel bad or like, chastised for interpreting things a certain way and playing in the space!

it's the biggest example of what i mean though, and was a huge point of frustration for me when we were first being presented with TMP. it's not just that i don't want the voices to be Jon and Martin proper (i am very into their Ambiguous End, i believe it's best to leave that as a space for fans to play in); in all honesty, i think it's kind of a shame and maybe even a bit boring (im sorry!) to be engaging with TMP this way

and it's not just stuff like that - i've been seeing a fair amount of people expressing frustration and feeling disappointed with how TMP is hitting, but i mean, i feel like that's inevitable when you're going into it expecting More TMA? i saw at least one person basically say "ive been waiting for it to make me feel the way TMA made me feel, and it hasn't yet", and i really just feel like that's setting yourself up to be dissatisfied! beyond the fact that we're only 5 episodes in and the story has barely gotten a chance to happen yet, a huge element of this new show is that it's being approached as a largely collaborative effort, it seems, with lots of guests coming in to help shape the story and more writing and plotting influence that isn't jonny

obviously it's fine to not be super into that! undoubtedly it's a question of taste. but you do have to acknowledge that that's the case and adjust your expectations accordingly, or else you're not going to have a great time

i really like TMA, i had a great time with it, but even if TMP is a sequel to its parent podcast, it's not the same thing - and personally, i don't want it to be! i do hope that's a sentiment that is able to be more widely felt by some fans as we gain more distance from TMA while TMP is airing. i just think more people would be able to enjoy it that way, and come up with more interesting theories and interpretations of things! but those are really just my own personal thoughts

#endlesschatter #tmagp #i just needed to express some of this #it's a bit tricky tho esp with the voices as jmart thing bc a lot of my buddies and pals are playing in that space #and i hate to sound like im vagueing or complaining i swear im not ;lskdjfljk it is truly so unserious in the end #it's just very much not my interpretation or desire to see canonized in any way #though i cant deny some of the arguments made in favor of that interpretation are compelling #and i mean if it's the case in canon! not like im gonna be mad at folks for calling it!!#might not be my favorite angle but could still be plenty fun!#but also yes yeah i just wrote a lot of words down just to say i think it might be nice. if.#the fandom at large didn't try putting a coat of TMA paint over TMP and interpreting everything that happens in a TMA-colored lens

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fluffydice · 13 days

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Guy with Generalized Anxiety Disorder be like

#this chapter is literally like #the gad allegory #that's why it's one of my favorites alongside the one where he doesn't use his powers #because i think it's one of the few we see him being closer to his authentic self around non-psychics #and because it's fucking hilarious watching him get so worked up and worried while still denying that he cares #he's mother-henning so bad here...#chapter 132 btw :>#saiki k #fluffy cooks a headcanon

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fukutomichi · 1 year

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DUNE: Part 2 Offical Trailer

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ashersanity · 19 days

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more sister fucking king🙏

— “TONGUE TIED LIES.”

— summary. it’s only natural to. at least, that’s what you insistently keep reminding yourself of to convince your ever growing guilt lurking deep within the shadows that is your mind — that this is fine. completely fine. is it not?

— content warning! full on incest, non-con? dub-con? it varies really, piss. yeah, you heard me, baby sister pussy pissing all over reader’s cock cuz’ it’s just fun, y’know? cream pie, mentions of.. breeding? toxic sibling dynamic, manipulation and past abuse implied, shit writing, mean, big brother reader who’s a borderline yandere and little sister penny.

— word count? just a short drabble, really. might’ve gotten carried away on certain parts.

— asher’s note : “know this isn’t exactly what you asked for probably, anon.. but, I had to. I fucking had to when the opportunity was right there. still hope this is to your enjoyment though even if I might have accidentally inflicted you all to my piss + humiliation kink combo.”

Kind, dependable and charitable. Those were the various terms the homely town of Pelican would proudly refer to you as. The sort of boy they could wholeheartedly count on regardless of the variable situations at hand. The one to follow suit when given a manual task like lifting the numerous, heavy bottles of milk shakily knocking against one another in the narrow, wooden container. That welcoming neighbour that’d shoot familiar smiles their way to whoever; the one envious mothers would openly compare their rebellious sons to whenever they caught sight of you down the street. Hell, even the local shut-in, Sebastian, known for his relatively indifferent attitude would greet you with the occasional nod whenever you two consequentially crossed paths by chance.

A friend of all. Charming boy you were, that’s precisely what the entirety of the town-folks knew you for. Repetitively expressing their endless gratitude towards you and namely, your younger sister Penny that’d simply nod along in agreement with that recognizable, sweet smile plastered onto her rosy face. After all, who couldn’t possibly believe so when you proved them wrong time and time again? Everyone did. Not a single one had managed to slip past the thinly veiled mask of deceit you had carefully put on for all to see, figured that automatic smile of yours was merely a sham to conceal your actual, truthful nature simmering deep within your core.

Yeah. Well, for that statement— That wasn’t entirely the case. Someone had indeed wormed their way through.

Oh, sweet little Penny. Always a hitch in your plan, isn’t she? Discreetly sneaking where she wasn’t supposed to, thus leading to this unfortunate predicament solely placed upon her foolish little self. Only has herself to blame for this, doesn’t she? Not like she didn’t plainly ask for it either, those provoking sniffles of hers paired with the glistening tears freshly rolling down the length of her scarlet cheeks. Any man would’ve done the same in your position, in your dutiful role as the older, responsible brother here. It’s only natural to. At least, that’s what you insistently keep reminding yourself of to convince your ever growing guilt lurking deep within the shadows that is your mind — that this is fine. Completely fine. Is it not?

Really, you’re not the one at fault here! Look at how pathetic she appears before you right now. Resembling that of a shivering bunny encircled by the protective grasp of your arms tight around her smaller waist, a prey right within the drooling maw of its awaiting predator. Pathetic and oh, so helpless without the ‘well-intentioned’ guarding of her older brother, quivering figure sat atop your comfortable lap. Sibling bonding, you’d happily call it. Yet, if anyone were to catch a glimpse of such a scene, they’d surely know that this isn’t just some regular ‘sibling bonding’ between brother and sister. Fuck, far from it with how her tight little cunt is wrapped so nicely around the veiny girth of your pulsing cock, freely dripping slick onto the fuzzy carpet below.

The same one your shared mother had notably complained about constantly being messy due to the various, wet spots found on it at times. Ah, speaking of — You should probably deal with that recurring issue before she drunkenly barges onto that little sick act of yours and properly disowns you for being caught balls deep in her fucking daughter. That’s a sure fire way to be kicked out of this area, detested by your previously homely neighbours.

An amusing scenario to ponder on nonetheless, you suppose. However, more pressing matters require your undivided attention at the moment, starting off with your younger sister’s stifled whimpers echoing faintly throughout the trailer. Always been such a noisy one, hasn’t she?

“What’s the matter? Not comfy?” It’s more of a rhetorical statement than it is of genuine curiosity, knowing full well by the predictable squirms of her legs raised high that no— it’s sort of difficult to be considered at ease with this position, huh? Poor thing, can’t even muster up a response to utter out in return with how fucked out she stupidly is, cunt merely squeezing back around your leaking cock to signal her ever approaching climax.

And well, wouldn’t you be such a mean big brother if you were to blatantly refuse her of her well-deserved reward as promised? Greedy thrusts accompanied by the firm grasp you have around the flesh of her hips, relishing in the hiccuped moans uselessly spilling out of her needy, little sister mouth. What a dirty bitch, really. Claiming to detest this when her baby sister pussy is clenching so eagerly down your full length, practically begging you to continue on further, to fuck yourself deeper in her wet hole. “P-Please—“ A measly attempt at begging on her part, sneering openly at the way her dainty hands find home to place onto your spread legs — because despite being the one partially responsible for her suffering here, you’re also the only one who she can potentially seek out whenever. The one to find a twisted sense of comfort in the possessive embrace of your arms as long as you remain by her side. That is enough for Penny. It’s dumb, really.

“I-I can’t—“ She sputters out mindlessly, those pretty tits of hers bouncing with every steady roll of your hips, further sending the two of you down the debauched path of depravity between mere siblings. Ah, can you really blame yourself when she’s so fucking warm? Shit—

Knowing exactly what she’s pleading for, yet you prod for a more coherent answer, y’know— just to be fuckin’ mean. “Please what? I can’t hear you if you don’t — hah, speak up for me.” A particular harsh thrust in the warm heat clamping around you so well has you both collectively gasping like a bunch of whores, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your grip remains locked tight on the fat of her thighs. “Fuckin’ cmon, I know you can do better than that, Pen.” Hasn’t she learned how to properly speak through the choked babbles endlessly escaping her? It’s a shame, though it serves as proof that you should be training those lips more often now, stretch her pussy to the hilt till she grows familiar with it, learns how to perfectly take it. Molding her to your preferred likings.

All you’re given in return between the softened whines of feels weird! and too much! is the pitiful expression spread along her delicate features for you to appreciatively gaze at. Oh, is this a vain effort made by your dearest little sister to plead with your cruelty? Nice try, but you’re not such a sensible man to stupidly fall for baseless trickery. At least, you would’ve normally thought so in any other manner, yet you’ve silently decided to relent a tad bit in exchange for her faithful obedience thus far. “What? Why’re you lookin’ at me like that?” A gentle chuckle drawn forth from your chest has her noticeably relaxing within your grasp, that recognizable, boyish grin you’d present to the other residents peeking its way through. Not the one Penny truthfully knew under that faux layer of kindness, the smirk you’d flash her whenever she found herself alone with only your presence to keep her company. Those helping hands praised for their dexterity, riddled with purplish bruises that’d shamelessly grope at the smooth skin of her legs beneath her flowing skirt at the dinner table. That soft voice known to appease wild animals deep within the forest, sweetly whispering utter filth in the shell of her ear late at night as you hungrily palmed at her breasts.

Yes, all of those she painfully knew. All of you, without the layers and without the theatrics as if you were on stage with the spotlight directed entirely on your frame to catch your every movement in their wake. A wolf in a sheep’s clothing and she was the trembling bunny caught in its claws.

How ironic, really.

Your relationship was evidently far from the norm with its hidden ‘benefits’ as you’d so cheekily call it, muttering about how lucky she should feel to be able to practice with her far more experienced, elder brother — in case she ever does get a boyfriend which will never happen under your watchful guise. An empty reassurance to soothe her reluctant doubts, give her the underlying impression that this is what all siblings do together in the privacy of their own respective homes.

Now is not the time to really think about it though, not with the growing heat in the pit of her stomach, that sudden, awfully familiar sensation forming between the slicked wetness of her plush thighs. “Big— ah, big brother, please— I-I can’t—“ She tries pathetically, tears brimming to stain at her fluttering eyelashes with every shaky inhale to skillfully control her steady intakes of air. “I really, really need to go to the— hmph! bathroom! Please, I promise I won’t do anything funny! W-We can keep hugging after, just let me—“

“What’s that? Can’t you hold just a little bit longer for me, Pen?” Cruel and relentless is how she knew you best.

Ah, of course. Of course, you’d say that — that that’d be your answer to her frantic pleading, a sickening jolt passing through the entirety of her body as you instead draw rhythmic circles on her swollen clit with the pad of your thumb, disarming her concentration not to cum early or whatever disastrous accident may occur out of this. “N-No! I really need to go, it’s urgent!” But is it really? Perhaps the worst in all of this is how you do in fact know what awaits you, very much aware of the consequences at hand if you were to deny her once again. Deprive her of relieving herself, similar to how an owner would strictly train a puppy not to do its business whenever nor wherever. The comparison almost has you grinning snidely at a closer focus of your dynamic, the one who withholds full control here and has the authority to plainly tell her ‘no’. That’d be so mean however. Why do such a thing, huh?

Why? Cuz’ it’s fuckin’ fun, obviously.

Baby sister wants to piss so bad, huh? Well, she’s going to have to patiently wait for you to finish on your end firstly, wait for big brother’s cooed permission to finally ease out the tension subtly straining on her filled bladder. Sob all she wants about it, it’s only till you fucking allow her such privilege — dammit. And honestly? It’s borderline disgusting how appealing you find the mere idea of your younger sister wetting herself all over your fat cock — Throbbing balls earnestly tightening in response as an alarming reminder shot through your spine that you’re about this fucking close to bust a thick load in her eager, awaiting cunt. “Fuck— God, who ever gave you the right to be this tight? You’re so warm— shit, baby—” Maybe even knock her up if you can, make her belly all full and round for y’a, yeah? Would make such a good mommy, that’s for sure — with the way she carefully tends to the children surrounding her, following her every step. A man can wishfully dream as he pleases.

Since it’s your rightful role to, sickeningly defile that lingering innocence your mother sought to shield away from the corrupted world you two miserably have to live in. No need to, really. You’re already doing a thorough job at it, calloused fingertips tenderly digging in the pale complexion of her jaw, directing her tear-stained face towards yours for your parted lips to connect. Pink tongues fervently meeting in a sloppy, messy kiss that’s bound to leave her drooling mouth stuttering. Mixing spit to relish in the breathtaking sight of her glistening lips stained with your sticky saliva, something you can definitely fist your cock to later. What remains the best truly, however, is that fucked out expression she wears so prettily — swollen nipples spilling free from that pristine, yellow shirt you had savagely stripped down to display her milky tits for your hungry gaze to brazenly leer at. “Pretty.” You audibly sigh out, unsure whether she had briefly registered your unintentional compliment or not. Not that it mattered much, utterly focused on having her convulse snugly around the hefty girth of your full length as you teasingly rub at her sensitive clit.

“Told you— hah, I told you that you don’t get to go till you cum.” That warmth building within the depths of her tummy, a tightening coil promising to unleash at the most unfortunate of instants. No, no! If she cums now, she won’t possibly be able to hold herself back in time— The horrific thought far too much to bear for her fragile dignity that somehow remains somewhat intact in the midst of this ruthless fucking. If you keep— ah, fucking into her slicked hole like that, spreading her folds apart to shamelessly gawk in awe at every glide of your weeping cock sheathed inside her warm walls. She’ll really, really finish for real! More than anything, you solely intend to have your baby sister’s tight, little cunt adorably cream around your leaking cock, spill her dumb self all over your balls smacking against her bare backside while she’s at it, huh? That’d just about do it.

And you don’t have to wait much longer to have your desires fulfilled, a soundless squeak tumbling forth from her open mouth and there she goes— involuntarily gushing filthy fluids to stain the already soiled rug below your quivering frames, reeled in by the soft groan that slips past between your lips as she milks your entire length for all it’s worth. Thick ropes of cum shot out of your hot red tip to paint her pink insides with a creamy white, stuff her to the brim. “S-Stop— Too much! I can’t, big brother—“ Uselessly sobbing at the way you merely restrain her flailing legs, deftly lock her in her rightful place which simply happens to be your goddamn lap. Oh no, she’s not going anywhere. Worst of all is the weight of your warm palm pressed flatly against her smooth tummy, practically urging her to ease out her dirty release and— and, she can’t do this! Expecting another wave of accidental squirting, yet all she’s greeted with are golden streams of warm liquid spurting out of her fucked out, wet cunt that soon trickle down the length of her twitching legs. The daunting realization setting in that she’s— pissing herself all over big brother’s cock, in front of your sharp eyes that are sure to endlessly bully her for the oncoming years yet to pass.

It’s downright humiliating! Hiccuped moans silenced by your stunned cuss that she’s actually— she really fucking pissed on you, didn’t she?? No way. Your little Penny wetting herself, not to forget on you too. “Holy shit, did you really just— ahah, fuck— you really pissed all over yourself!” You gasp out momentarily only to snicker openly at the mess she’s created. The demeaning pitch of your laughter has her wanting nothing more than to wordlessly bury the burning heat visibly red across her cheeks in the comforting escape of her palms, avoid the look that she’ll surely have no choice but to eventually gaze at.

Aw, little sister Penny is humiliated, is that it? No need to be. If anything you might’ve accidentally developed a new twisted kink along the process of this, thanks to her. Willing to let this one silently slide by just this once, gently cooing down at her in the same manner you did as young kids whenever she tripped over her own carefully made steps, bruising her wobbly knees and sobbing so cutely for her big brother to comfort her. Hm, yeah. You had forgotten about that one sealed shut memory scattered across your hazy mind, shushing her overflowing tears. “Shh, cmon. It’s not that bad, is it?” Sort of might be to her, but you don’t seem to mind so in the slightest by the lazy roll of your hips, reluctantly slipping out of her sore cunt to shift her into a different position after. Wanna see the whole thing close by this time, adore every inch of her skin whether stained with the essence of her mess or not — since in the end, it’ll all be the same. Yours truly, to sinfully mark.

“Who else will get to stay with you after all of that anyway? See, Penny? I’m the only one — hah, the only one who gets to see you like this, alright?” Muttering out such sweet platitudes all the while sparing yourself a subtle glance in the nearby clock’s direction, lips curling up in satisfaction to the revealed confirmation. “So, there’s no really need to cry..”

Ah, sun is barely setting, huh. Looks like you have more time to spare than you originally thought. All the more better though, serves you as an excuse to spend a bit more quality time with your baby sister, right? More bonding.

Lucky for her, you’ll be putting those extra hours to good use.

“Looks like mom isn’t coming back home till later and I’ve gotta admit, I still have another one left in me.” You start off in an uncharacteristically tender tone, soothingly rubbing small circles over the flesh of her hips that draws another full body shiver from her. “What’d y’a say, huh? Hah, though you look a little spent out yourself, Pen. But, we’ll make do, won’t we?”

That’s right, you always do.

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