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tadpolejourney · 14 days

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Thoughts on D&D alignments and BG3

Don't mind me, I just felt like spending my day off writing a philosophical essay about Baldur's Gate 3 and Dungeons & Dragons character alignments. I may or may not have been inspired by someone I admire here on tumblr. And by may, I mean yes, I was inspired by that. :) Everything that follows is my opinion as an experienced D&D player and dungeonmaster. My main motivations are being a 3.5 D&D nerd above all else, and wanting to educate others about a cool but misunderstood system in a game I love.

Respectful discussion and questions are highly encouraged! <3

Character Alignments in D&D

Alignments in older versions of D&D were much less about the morality of a character's choices, and more about the confluence of a character's values (good vs evil) and loyalties (law vs chaos). There is long-standing recognition among many D&D players that these alignments are merely guides to help you create a fully realized character and encourage good role-playing. Just as it is widely acknowledged that all characters are capable of changing and capable of surprising anyone when faced with a situation, even themselves. Flexibility is not only implied, but highly encouraged in response to an event, because it enriches role-playing. It also encourages creativity when you're making a truly unexpected character because that character still needs to make sense in the world they are in despite being rare or unique among their kind. For example, how would someone become a chaotic evil druid when typical druids are neither chaotic nor evil? How does that influence their actions and decisions as a druid? The potential for rich backstories and truly unique characters can multiply when thinking about a character in terms of their alignment. The broader concept of categorizing characters to better understand them isn't new or unique to D&D either. See also: Carl Jung's Archetypes.

Alignments are supposed to guide role-playing decisions, not dictate them or pass judgment on a character's worth. In D&D, players are not supposed to know the alignments of the other players' characters, and in fact alignments are often withheld from the dungeonmaster (DM) as well to limit meta-gaming. When your character's alignment can be revealed as a creative surprise to the whole table upon confrontation with a game mechanic that exposes you? That's fun. I heard fun is the point of games, idk.

Character Alignments and BG3

In the spirit of not making things fun, BG3 character alignments have become broadly associated with moral judgment of a character instead. Another mistake being made in the BG3 fandom over and over is the erroneous conflation that D&D 5.0 = all D&D ever. D&D 5.0 is D&D simplified and reworked to be more accessible to more players. This is a good thing at the end of the day, but resulted in a lot of difficulty imbalances, lost mechanics, and confusing remnants from the more robust versions of D&D. In the case of alignment, it should have been either included entirely or left out entirely. Instead it was left in name only, causing it to be often and easily misunderstood and misused.

Larian wisely left alignments off the character sheet in the game, and I'd like to think that was at least partly done out of reverence for D&D. It would take away from one of the most powerful experiences in BG3 that separates it from D&D: your choices, as the video game player, guiding and influencing ALL of the characters, not just the one you chose for yourself.

I consider the characters in BG3 to be well-written characters. Well-written characters are meant to be seen in multiple dimensions, and at best an alignment gives you 2. There will always be nuance in a complex, fully realized character that alignments just won't cover. All alignments have two sides to them. The first side of an alignment is good, evil, or neutral, while the other side of an alignment is lawful, neutral, or chaotic. If both sides of their alignment are neutral, that character is considered a 'true neutral' (often simplified as neutral, sometimes referred to as neutral-neutral).

Good vs Evil in Alignments is Not a Value Judgment

The good vs. evil side of alignment is all about degrees, not about a character's worth. Anyone can be an asshole or an angel under the right circumstances. Good vs evil is about what they value most. A traditional argument for the meaning of goodness asserts that all killing/harming is evil, and therefore a truly good character would never harm anyone. On the opposite end, the simplified definition of evil is anyone who kills or harms others, regardless of their circumstances or motivations. These definitions are way too reductive and inflexible, and would be the worst framework for the good vs evil side of alignment. In D&D alignments, characters who fall along the good axis are primarily motivated by altruism no matter their loyalty. Characters that fall along the evil axis are most motivated by power no matter their loyalty. Neutral characters on the good vs evil side of alignment are most motivated by personal relationships.

What follows is my perspective on how alignments shake out for BG3 characters. For the sake of brevity, I provide either a single example or a short justification of why I think that character 'fits' within a given alignment only if needed. I also account for contexts where a character's alignment can change based on players' choices in BG3. This is presented along the law vs chaos side of alignment, rather than good vs. evil, to diminish moral knee-jerk reactions.

Chaotic Axis

Chaotic characters are not always actually chaotic by definition, nor are they selfish by definition. Characters in the chaotic axis are most loyal to personal autonomy rather than rules/duty (aka law).

Chaotic Good – places the highest value on freedom of choice. Different from personal choice, freedom of choice implies that all people should have liberty but not at the expense of the liberties of others. (Karlach's arc is largely driven by this.)

Chaotic Neutral – places the highest value on personal choice.(Astarion doesn't care if others' lives don't benefit from his personal gains. He won't commit an evil or altruistic act that would disrupt or compromise his ability to live how he wants to.)

Chaotic Evil – places the highest value on personal gain (Ascended Astarion, on the other hand, will harm or kill anyone to be and remain powerful, no matter the consequences. His romanced line about being two sovereigns when in reality you are subjugated by him is a good example of that shift in values. See also: Every devil in the game. Orin fits here in theory but her alignment is more chaotic stupid, which is a special circumstance I won't cover here.)

Neutral Axis

The neutral axis gets wacky, because true neutral is the only alignment where neutrality is typically the goal and neutral shows up on both sides of alignment. Neutrality is difficult if not impossible to maintain unless you're in a vacuum, and true neutral characters are the most difficult to role play correctly. It is rare that a true neutral character is presented in a way that makes them compelling and interesting. They are likely to read flat and/or as though they're missing something. This alignment isn't useless however, because true neutral alignment as something intentional and/or temporary allows for interesting characterizations not available to other alignments. For neutral good or neutral evil characters, their neutral alignment is determined by them being most motivated by their values rather than their loyalties. For chaotic neutrals and lawful neutrals, the opposite is true: their loyalties come first.

Neutral Evil – places the highest value on total control. (The Emperor. The Netherbrain. Ketheric. Gortash. Don't feel like I need to explain these to anyone who has played through BG3.)

Neutral-Neutral (aka True Neutral) – all things are considered equally. They favor neither their loyalties nor their values when making decisions. Their typical actions neither directly harm nor directly help others. A character without specific motivations to maintain balance in all things (aka a true neutral that isn't a druid) is likely experiencing or has experienced something which prevents them from possessing strong convictions or values. (Shadowheart when you first meet her, literally only because she's missing chunks of her personality and nearly all of her personal history. Her attempts at conviction are shallow and unconvincing, and her values don't land consistently either. I'd put God of Ambition formerly known as Gale here too. He's not actively bringing harm or help to anyone. He's just kinda there, soaking in worship while being really detached, uninteresting, and uninvolved, as any god would be.)

Neutral Good – places the highest value on kindness/compassion for others. (Gale. How outraged Halsin is at the state of the refugee crisis in Baldur's Gate. Jaheira allying with the Astral Prism gang once she realizes they're on the same side, despite misgivings about them being infected. Selunite Shadowheart.)

Lawful Axis

The meaning of 'law' in the law vs chaos side of alignment is extremely flexible: duty, order, honor, justice, tradition, and rules, are all considered law. The lawful axis is for characters who place law first, above their values. The type of law is not necessarily indicative of the good vs evil side of their alignment, but there is a certain amount of boxing in that can take place. If the character's highest priority is fulfilling duties for an evil god, for example, they're lawful evil, period.

Lawful Evil – places the highest value on attaining and maintaining 'rightful' power. (Minthara embodies the lawful evil paladin archetype pretty fully. She has a malevolent sense of justice. See also: Dark Justiciar Shadowheart, Vlaakith's Zealot Lae'zel.)

Lawful Neutral – places the highest value on upholding law (Lae'zel. Duty is everything to her.)

Lawful Good – places the highest value on benevolent justice (Minsc and Wyll, always kicking ass for good and willing to sacrifice for it too. Killing may be an unfortunate side effect, but the values of lives are respected.)

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Final Thoughts

These are just examples, of course. There are many characterizations in which you can argue for an alignment where the standard description I provide here wouldn't apply. That is part of the fun of debating character alignments and thinking critically about what motivates the decisions of characters. As a creative tool, character alignment has value outside of the game as well. It facilitates that difficult process fan fiction writers go through of not being the original writer while trying to determine how a character would react, what they would do, and what they would say. Writers who can see characters in three dimensions are capable of expanding on any existing well-written universe with believable canon and stories. If you got this far, I appreciate you entertaining my rambles!

#apparently I just like school so much that I school even when I don't need to school #sorry if you're in college and an essay is the last thing you want/need #I hated writing essays the whole time I was forced to do it but now I'm really glad I developed the skills to write like this when I want t #bg3 #baldur's gate #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate oc

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newwwwusername · 1 year

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The Owl House - Hunter & Darius - Autism Acceptance Month Prompt 3 : Nonverbal

**Past child abuse, panic attack Prompt : Write a fic where a character either is nonverbal or goes nonverbal Headcanons : Autistic!Hunter, Hunter's new pet bird is named Pancake, Hunter (and Alador) use an AAC device, Autistic!Alador (mentioned)

It'd been a few weeks since Luz went away to college, so her regular visits to the Boiling Isles came to a sudden halt.

That wasn't to say she blocked them all out or anything. She would often video call with her mother, who would invite the others to join in on the call and she'd even sent a few handwritten letters, but her physical presence in their world had stopped.

Hunter wasn't taking it too well.

He understood ahead of time, of course, the concept of her no longer being with them, but it was different when it actually happened. She'd been a constant in their lives for years, and now it had been several weeks without her.

His mood had been shifting wildly with her absence- Sometimes it was panic over the idea that she'd abandoned her. That she'd abandoned him. Other times, it was depression. He ate less and less and spent more time in his room, just staring at the ceiling.

All this was weighing on him, and it eventually led to a nonverbal episode.

Truly, he felt silly for not sensing it sooner. He knew that he'd go silent if he got so overwhelmed- It'd been an issue his whole life, but he hadn't dealt with it that much since Belos was defeated. At most, he'd get a little overstimulated and go nonverbal for a few hours and then he'd be back to normal.

But, this was familiar, this quietness. He knew as soon as he woke up that he wouldn't be talking for a while, and that thought scared the living daylights out of him.

See, no one knew this was a thing that could happen. The only people that knew of these episodes was Belos, who'd grown so tired of the quirk over each generation of grimwalker that, by the time Hunter came around, he had no tolerance for it and would lock the boy in a room for days on end until he got talking again.

This thought made him feel horrible. What if Darius locked him up? What if Willow realized how weird he was and broke up with him? What if everyone abandoned him?

Darius knocked on his door and he flinched back wildly, his breath picking up. Pancake went over to the door and opened it- Hunter was in his pajamas, so it wasn't really an invasion of privacy to let the coven head inside.

"Oh, Hunter" Darius said sadly upon seeing the boy's panicked state. He slowly and cautiously sat by the boy on the bed, just holding out his hand and allowing him to grip on as tight as he needed to calm down. Eventually, the panic wore away, but Hunter still looked nervous. "What is wrong, little prince?"

Hunter opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, causing a few fresh tears to fall. Darius frowned for a moment before getting up and leaving the room, which made Hunter cry more because he was right. Darius was abandoning him.

Only, that wasn't the case, as the older witch returned a minute or two later holding a tablet. It was a device they'd gotten from the human realm for when Hunter or Alador couldn't speak. All they had to do was type into it and an automated voice would speak for them.

'Can't talk' Hunter typed slowly, keeping his gaze focused solidly on the device.

"Well, that's okay" Darius chuckled, surprised that this is what got Hunter so worked up. The kid went quiet all the time, as did Alador. They both would get overstimulated and then go "nonverbal", as the human called it, and then they'd be fine again. It was just part of their normal, and no one judged them for it, especially since plenty of other people in the Isles dealt with the same thing.

'You don't understand' Hunter typed. 'This isn't just going to fix itself in a few hours. I'm probably going to be like this for a few days at LEAST'

"Oh" Darius said, and Hunter cried a little bit more.

'I'm so sorry' Hunter typed through tears. 'I'm sorry, Darius, I'm so sorry' he repeated, his breath coming out in short gasps as he began to sob. 'I didn't mean to get so worn down, honest. I'm so sorry'

"Hey, none of that" Darius told him firmly and Hunter finally looked up at him, scared out of his mind. "Can I hug you, Hunter?"

...

'What?'

"Well, I'd like to hug you to let you know that I'm not upset with you, but I don't want to touch you if that'll stress you out any more" he explained. "So, can I hug you?"

'Please'

And so, Darius leaned over and wrapped his arms around the sobbing boy. They stayed like that for a few minutes until Hunter gave a small tap on the man's back, his tears mostly gone.

"I'm not mad at you, kid" Darius told him firmly. "It's okay if you're not back to normal for a bit, okay? And I'm sure the others will understand, too. We love you, Hunter"

'Belos would lock me up when I got like this' Hunter responded after a moment and now Darius was the one tearing up.

"Oh, kid..."

'Don't pity me, please' Hunter typed immediately. 'It's just hard to grasp that you won't do the same'

"Never, prince" Darius told him. "I promise, okay? I'll never do anything like that to you. I love you more than anything in this world, got it? I'd sooner gauge my eyes out than do something like that to you. We'll work through these next few days or even longer however you need to"

Hunter just smiled and leaned against him and Darius knew that was his way of saying Thank you and I love you

"I love you too, kid"

Do not repost on other sites! If you want to participate in this month's challenge, there are 15 Autism prompts that you can find here

#the owl house #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic challenge #autism #autism acceptance month #autistic hunter #dadrius

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7grandmel · 2 months

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Todays rip: 29/02/2024

my rip :)

Season 5 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume GS

Ripped by brubsby

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Requested by Memmy! (Request Form)

Hey, it's February 29th, the Leap Year day! The strangest day on the calendar, I realize, ought to be celebrated with a bit of a strange rip to go along with it, and there was certainly plenty to pick from. The channel has seen its share silly rips like :D, utterly unhinged rips like Sex - Steve Harvey, and everything bizarre other kind of weirdness out there like Mr. Rental [B Side] ~ Out of Options or waterwraith pokos. Yet what surprised me about my rip :) wasn't for being the most silly, or most chaotic, or what have you - but rather, for being an utmost perfect blend of all the above kinds of rips, whilst remaining shockingly listenable.

I mean, there's something eyebrow-raising about the rip's mere existence alone. A rip from PONG? As in, one of the first video games ever made, the one from 1972, which barely even had SOUND in it, let alone music? The channel's obviously tackled a number of strange cases of games to rip before, such as the ongoing Circus trend with Five Nights at Freddy's and rips like Chex Invaders, but there really was no precedent for what to expect with this rip before clicking on it - the only prior rip of PONG was a whopping 15 seconds intentionally playing off of how little audio the game has to begin with. How could my rip :) hope to make a relevant joke out of PONG worthy of 3 minutes of runtime?

The answer, as it turns out, was to just do every single thing at once.

It starts off so innocuously too: the joke of adding rapidly repeating PONG sounds of various pitch to form a discordant melody, similar to that of CrazyBus, is a pretty funny bit in of itself! Yet before that bit has had even the slightest time to register, it's joined by Space Jam's infamous backing beat, a source that I've only covered in a good light here through actually impressive rips like Hoopache and Mother, Father, TechnoMan, yet is most well known in the community for being perhaps the most overdone and easy-to-use mashup source of them all. Before THAT has time to settle in, it's joined by yet more infamous mashup sources: The Season 5 demons themselves Yankin and Astronaut in the Ocean of Epic Rap Battles of History: Funny vs. Funnier fame, Crank Dat Super Mario, Watch Me Whip/Nae Nae - and, to note in case you're not listening to the track yourself as you're reading, NONE of these sources ever sound as if they ever go away from the mix. What in its first seconds is nothing but isolated bloops of an ancient arcade machine becomes this absolute cocophany of noise and melodies, yet through some miracle (and skill on brubsby's part) they're guided along to still form some sort of melody.

All the noise is mainly guided by the use of Gangnam Style as a surprise source amidst all the rest, whose melody builds and builds toward its own climactic beat drop Gangnam Style, upon which everything goes silent for just a moment, approximately eight sources all fading at once...before exploding back onto the scene like an unstoppable mob. Its just keeps going like this - by the end, twelve different sources are all competing for attention. Or at least it sounds that way - I genuinely have no clue if some tracks get phased out as the rip progresses, but the rip's noisiness never appears to die down until the very end of its runtime.

Its just such a fun ride until the very end - my rip :) doesn't have any sort of guiding melody to it, no joke to fulfill or prior YTPMV/Mashup/etc its paying tribute to. The rip is pretty much as deep as its title frames it as, as just brubsby fucking around and finding out what can be done with all of these Season 5-infamous sources as the year drew to a close. In that sense its a fitting encapsulation of Season 5 as a whole, doesn't it? The one year where the direction of the channel felt rather aimless, yet not necessarily in a bad way: a lack of obligation to be tied to larger theming and colossal channel events resulted in some of the most unrestrained, individually-ambitious, and fun listens in the channel's entire life. I'm not quite sure if I'd call my rip :) a "banger", but it's the kind of rip that I can't help but respect for the sheer audacity of it alone.

#todays siivagunner #season 5 #siivagunner #siiva #brubsby #ytpmv #mashup #mashups #Youtube #Bandcamp #pong #yankin #astronaut in the ocean #masked wolf #crank dat super mario #ok i genuinely dont know how to tag this one #i was gonna list all the jokes but it would be endless and confusing #you will have to share this one with the world .

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ultimatecufangirl · 1 year

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I Do Love You, Idiot

@pengwen314 I really, really liked your Smg34 hanahaki disease idea, and since you said you have no motivation to write it, I thought I’d write it. Ofc you can still write your own version (if you haven’t already, and if you have I’d love to read it) but I hope you like this version nonetheless. ^v^

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Smg3 waltzed into his bedroom, accompanied by his Eggdog, and threw his cap onto one of the four corners of his bed with a spin. He then changed into his pajamas, and plopped onto his bed; Eggdog jumping up to lie down beside him.

“Smg4 is amazing, isn’t he?” 3 asked, his cheeks turning a rosy-red hue as the love of his life took over his mind. Eggdog barked in return. His master had probably asked him that same question thousands of times by now, but he didn’t mind.

3 felt the thumpity-thump of his heart as he lay there, lost in his thoughts. It was a feeling he was used to, and one that he adored.

Then he felt something else, something he didn’t quite like--a twang of something intense enough to make him jolt up and grab his head as if he were in pain. Eggdog made an attempt to comfort his master; whining in concern.

“I-I’m ok, Eggie, don’t worry,” he stuttered, petting his little friend. “It was my meme guardian senses. They’ve never been that strong though…something bad must be happening.” he added. Getting a sense of urgency, he quickly grabbed his phone and opened the portal to leave the internet graveyard; once again followed by his egg-shaped companion.

When they exited the portal, they came to a halt in front of the door that led to Smg4's room.

The new castle was eerily silent.

Everyone must be out somewhere. Hopefully Glitchy is here... 3 thought as he looked back to the door. Slowly, he turned the knob, and a creeeeeaaaaaak eminated as it was opened. He carefully closed it behind them as they entered.

The room was somewhat dark, only lit by the dim sunlight shining through the windows. Trash littered the floor, the computer that 4 used to make his much-loved, meme-filled videos was buried in dust, and the air smelled of sickness. 4 lay on his bed facing away, seemingly lifeless; sending 3 into panic mode upon sight. 3 bolted to his bedside and turned 4 onto his back, only to discover more horror.

4's skin was deathly pale, dry tear streaks decorated his face, and the outside of his mouth was covered in blood and...flower petals? Said flower petals were a deep, velvety, purple-blue; they were those of the Mr. Fokker Anemone--3's favorite flower. The same bloody flower petals, and even some whole flowers, were scattered on the floor next to the bed.

"...Three?..."

A quiet, raspy voice suddenly broke the silence, and 3 looked down to see that 4 was awake and staring up at him. The poor man's beautiful blue eyes were red and bloodshot.

"Eggie, go get a damp washcloth now!" 3 exclaimed as he sat next to him on the bed, and Eggdog ran off to do just that. "Glitchy, what happened to you?! Why are there anemone flowers and petals everywhere?! Where did they come from?!" 3 exclaimed again as he gently set 4's head in his lap and began to pull the flower petals off his mouth.

There was a pause before 4 answered. "H...Hana...Hanahaki..."

3's eyes widened. He knew exactly what disease 4 was referring to. "How long..." He was so in shock, he couldn't even finish his sentence.

"Since...Peach's castle...went down..." 4 huffed. His breathing was slow and heavy.

"WHAT?!" 3 screamed. "You mean to tell me you've just been letting yourself suffer like this in secret?!"

4 gave a weak nod.

3 was overcome with rage. "WHO?! Who's the monster that did this to you?!" he screamed again, tears beginning their descent down his cheeks. At that moment, Eggdog came back with the damp washcloth, and 3 wiped the blood from his face.

"You're not...a monster..." 4 answered between breaths.

It took 3 just a few seconds to realize what he meant. Once he did, his face flushed red as roses. "I...I'm the one?"

4 gave another weak nod, followed by a weak smile. "After you...gave me that heartfelt speech...about you understanding...how I felt, trying to be perfect...and after you...helped me...finish that stupid video, and saved me...I...fell in love with you. But I was...too afraid to...say anything...cause I didn't th-...think you'd...love me..." Tears were flowing down his face now, and he was struggling hard to speak. "We'd...been enemies for...so long, and-"

"I do love you, idiot!" 3 cut him off.

Now 4's face was flushed red as roses. "W-What...?"

3 gently cupped 4's cheek. "You mean the world to me, Glitchy..." he began, staring into his eyes. "I'll admit, I fell in love with you too...all the way back in meme academy. But I let my jealousy of your popularity get in the way, and I was never able to gain enough courage to tell you. Even up until now I couldn't find the courage to tell you, because...I didn't think you'd ever love someone that tried to hurt you for so long." he continued.

4 smiled again, staring back into 3's ruby red eyes, and repeated his words.

"I do love you...idiot."

3 smiled down at the man he loved, who was still smiling up at him. They stayed locked in each other's gazes as 3 leaned in closer, closer, closer still.

And their lips met.

As soon as it happened, 4 felt the flowers in his lungs disappear and the rest of his body felt better within an instant. Once his strength came back, he wrapped his arms around 3 and pulled him down beside him. Exhaustion from being sick made him fall asleep instantly, and 3 decided he would stay there with him. So he snuggled closer to him under the blanket and fell asleep with him, as Eggdog curled up at the edge of the bed.

And it was there that they spent the rest of the night, wrapped in each other's warm embrace.

#smg4 #smg3 #smg4 x smg3 #smg34 #hanahaki #hanahaki disease #love these guys sm #they’re in love your honor #gay love #gay

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autismcats · 1 year

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what is the real hidden message of frozen 2′s “show yourself”?

so i got the inspiration earlier to finally rewatch that frozen 2 “show yourself” music video on youtube, and i had some thoughts in the middle of doing so.

as a disclaimer, i just want to say that i’m absolutely queer myself. this is not to discredit others’ interpretations of the song, and this is just my own take regarding my life experiences. i’m not claiming to speak for everyone in this post. in fact, i do still believe queerness has a lot to do with the subtext inside of the lyrics.

but anyway, i remember when the movie was in theaters at the end of 2019 and there were plenty of articles written about how “show yourself” has a hidden meaning about accepting the idea of being queer. there are lots of people my age who were new to identifying as lesbian, gay, bi, and/or trans at the time and i thought it made a lot of sense, especially because the headcanon and theory that elsa is a closeted lesbian was so popular at the time. it paved the way to shipping elsa + honeymaren (elsamaren) and made it easy to read frozen 2′s ending with them dating.

and that’s definitely notable ─ i’m not disagreeing!

but something always felt off about how i related to the lyrics personally and i was never sure why.

until i stumbled upon it again today.

in my opinion, i think the song is better heard with autism (or otherwise neurodivergency) in mind. it tells my story of finding the missing piece much better than it does of my realizing that i’m bi + trans, as well as my coming out.

again, i don’t think the LGBTQ+ reading is wrong! honestly i believe it comes down to a mix of both that and the autistic reading. but i see the latter outweighing the former here.

to me, i looked up these lyrics on google and my mind went straight to getting a diagnosis, an answer as to why my social life has always been so wrong:

i've never felt so certain all my life i've been torn but i'm here for a reason could it be the reason i was born? i have always been so different normal rules did not apply is this the day? are you the way i finally find out why?

everyone has something different to say about what part of their identity has impacted their experiences the most growing up. for me, it’s being neurodivergent. my sexuality, probably like most people (but of course not for many others), didn’t show up until my teenage years; same with my internal gender and outer presentation. my autism, however, has been present and influenced who i am for my whole life. i felt elsa’s longing and determination to find answers to her lifelong questions about not just who, but how & why she is in her musical journey throughout the ice caves.

i feel like we can all say confidently that who we are, regarding being queer, is something we can answer with the factual statement that we are queer and that’s just that, unless of course we get into the old debate regarding if it exists as nature vs. nurture. regardless, it’s always innate to some degree, and doesn’t inherently determine our personalities, behaviors, or understandings. autism & ADHD both do; it’s literally what defines autism as we know it.

that’s my argument. as i said, i’m not looking to “prove” anything or present my subjective opinion as objective fact. my take isn’t that the neurodivergent interpretation is more important or valid than the queer interpretation, just that i prefer the second option over the first.

either way, elsa is, without a doubt, an autistic sapphic! this is (part of) what makes her a valuable, relatable character to a lot of young people and we should always celebrate that. ♡

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hypnolurker · 11 months

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ShE-Sports: Breaking Bethany

"Are you tired of competitive gaming being a boy's club? Looking to show misogynistic gamer bros what girls are really made of? Try out for our up-and-coming new E-sports team now!" exclaimed the advert that popped upon Bethany's screen as she opened up one of the MOBA games that she had recently downloaded. She had been a long time League of Legends player, but she was feeling very frustrated with the game at this point. The persistently rude, crude or even abusive male players were a big factor, becoming especially tiresome after she trounced them so easily. Something about their fragile male ego and obsession with winning a video game made them turn into pathetic man-babies upon their inevitable defeat. And their defeat was quite inevitable indeed, Bethany was experienced, skilled and strategically minded. She knew every role like the back of her hand and could pull off victories as any character she liked. Perhaps her opponents underestimated her as soon as they realized she was a girl, or perhaps they simply need to 'git gud' as they say. Whatever it was, even her own teammates would often seem rude or hostile as they saw her dominating the scoreboards every game. Always the MVP. Sometimes she would get more kills even in support roles! The whole community had become toxic, and beyond that Bethany had quite simply mastered the game. Save for playing at a competitive level, there wasn't much point. She had downloaded a series of similar games, looking for something with the right mix of fun and challenging gameplay alongside a welcoming and positive community, but it was proving difficult to find.

Then she spotted this ad. Something about it jumped out at her. It was right, perhaps she couldn't just find a community where she would be respected for her gaming prowess instead of being belittled and verbally degraded at every opportunity by idiotic pigs. Perhaps the only way to find her dream MOBA community was to make it. To force the ugly misogynistic creatures back into whatever hole they crawled out of and remake the world of competitive E-sports into one which celebrated female excellence instead of berating or shying away from it. It was for precisely this reason that she responded to the advert.

She didn't take it that seriously initially. These things were usually very competitive and probably had thousands of replies from talented women of every conceivable background. However, she was pleasantly surprised when she heard back and was invited to an in-person interview. They even agreed to pay for her flight and put her up in a hotel for the night. As a freelance programmer, it was no issue for Bethany to take a few days for this trip, and if she did get the position she could continue her old work part-time on the side to make extra cash. She figured that would be mostly helpful in the early period before they won any tournaments or got any potential merchandising deals.

Her journey was uneventful and the hotel was higher quality than she expected. Whoever was behind this little E-sports venture was clearly willing to invest some cash upfront if they were splashing out on hotels and flights. She wasn't sure how to feel about that. On the one hand having some kind of corporate sponsor pulling the strings felt shady for what she hoped was a more organic situation, but then again you needed someone to foot the bill to get this off the ground in the first place, so there was no avoiding it. At least their corporate overlords were nice enough to treat their applicants well.

The interview was not exactly what she was expecting. Firstly, the interviewer was a man. After that advert had so harshly admonished gamer bros, she was doubtful that a man would be at all involved, but it did make sense in some ways. He wore a well-pressed suit and had slicked back hair. Clearly some kind of business type working for whoever was funding this whole endeavour. Of course if there's money to be made, he would be involved. But the upside to that thought was that yes, there is clearly money to be made here. This was a serious team, not some group of college students who won a few games and figured they could form a shabby ensemble and somehow win at the competitive level.

The interviewer himself seemed very professional. He asked her questions about her background and why she wanted to join the team. He answered her questions too, and she liked what she heard. Apparently they had filled all but the last spot on the team. He wouldn't speak too much about the other members, but he kept assuring her that they were uniquely suited to their roles and had been carefully selected. Accommodation, training and all the gear they needed (including top of the line computers and custom gaming chairs) would all be provided to them. They would share a house with each other and follow a pre-defined schedule of training designed to take them to elite levels of play within a few months, after which they would enter their first tournament which included not only a cash prize but also a secret bonus prize for the winning team. To Bethany, it sounded more than fair for what was essentially an opportunity to play video games all day without having to worry about bills or work.

The only somewhat unusual part of the interview was the 'epilepsy test'. As the man described it, playing these games for extended periods as they would be required to do could cause epileptic symptoms in a large proportion of people, and for her own safety as well as the success of the team in the long term, they needed to ensure she was not among those vulnerable to flashing lights or similar effects. He took her to an ordinary looking computer that was flanked by several small bulbs and lamps of varying colours. After he briefly set it up and explained further he asked her to put on a pair of headphones which would also be used to test for a similar condition which was caused by repetitive audio stimulus. Finally he attached a pair of wired electrodes to her temples and a simply heart rate monitor to her chest before she could begin the test.

The test itself was oddly boring. The lights flashed to life, rays of every colour swirling and combining towards the centre of the computer screen as she was told to read a few simple sentences which were displayed there. Initially her vision was blurry and she struggled to make out the words on the screen, but after focusing for a moment her eyes adjusted and she was able to read them with ease. "My name is Bethany Meyers." she read aloud for the man. Apparently they had tailored this test for her specifically, though it was probably a preset statement that they simply filled with each candidate's name before the interview. It didn't really matter. As she adjusted to the oddly swirling lights even further she continued reading, feeling increasingly bored as she did so. "I want to be a member of team Ether Angels." That was the name of the team, though it didn't much matter to Bethany. She was just eager to join. Perhaps even more so now. She kept gazing deeply into the lights and reading the phrases. "I have no problem with flashing lights and repetition" she said, watching the words fade away and then reappear. After a brief hesitation she repeated "I have no problem with flashing lights and repetition". After several more times saying the same phrase, tuning out gradually as she did so, she was starting to wonder if the test was broken. But then she saw it change slightly. "I enjoy flashing lights and repetition". Again, the phrase repeated itself. At this point Bethany began to completely lose focus. Phrases would appear and vanish and she simply repeated what they said. It wasn't much effort at all. She didn't even take note of what she was saying anymore.

Te man watched and smiled as she drooled dumbly, wide eyes transfixed on the screen. "I am entranced by flashing lights and repetition." she said softly, eyes glassy and lips mouthing the words over and over as she awaited the next phrase. "I am relaxed and receptive." she continued, voice almost monotone and her breathing slow and synchronized with the swirling lights that flooded her vision. "I am blank and obedient." The man was surprised at how few times they had to repeat the basic phrases before her consciousness began to slip. They were already pushing into brainwashing territory, and she wasn't even selected yet! "I am wet and weak willed." she stated, completely unaware of what she was saying. He realized that he hadn't even started the audio yet, and she was already this deep? Leaning in and pressing a key on the computer, the test shifted to its second phase.

Bethany was vaguely aware of the change. The lights still danced and swirled before her, but now there were no words to repeat on the screen. For a few moments she simply mouthed her last statement, before she heard a soft voice in her ears, whispering something. It was almost drowned out by some strange mixture of humming and ringing which made her head ache for a few seconds before her ears could adjust. Once they had, she began to hear the voice more clearly. It was much the same as the first stage of the test, but now she was repeating audio cues instead of written ones. "I listen and repeat." she said, still ensnared by her hypnotic state. "Each repetition makes me more obedient." she repeated. "Each repetition makes me more susceptible." it went on. "Each repetition makes me more aroused."

After the test was over, it took Bethany a while to recover. "What happened? Did I doze off?" she asked groggily, vision still fuzzy and an odd ringing/humming sound faintly echoing in her ears as she tried to remember what she was doing.

"Yes you fell asleep during the epilepsy test." The man answered her plainly.

"Oh god I'm sorry, I just don't know what happened..." she apologized profusely.

"No, no. No need to worry, its quite common, Actually I'm pleased to say you passed the test. In fact, you seem to be exactly the type of woman we are looking for!" he said in an upbeat manner.

"Really?" Bethany asked eagerly. Somehow she was extremely excited to join the team now...maybe a little too excited, as she felt a familiar yet unexpected dampness between her thighs. 'Calm down Bethany, don't blow this!' she told herself, as she pressed her legs together, hoping her arousal wasn't as obvious to him as it was to her.

"Yes, we have a few more interviews, but just to be candid with you, you should start packing when you get home because I have little doubt that you will be chosen." he said honestly.

With a friendly handshake they concluded the interview and Bethany returned to her hotel feeling bubbly and full of energy. Maybe it was the excitement, or the nap she had, or possibly the unexpected wave of arousal that had washed over her, but she was giddy like a schoolgirl. When she got ack to her hotel, her hand slipped inside her panties almost immediately. She needed to destress and relax and when she was already this wet it was no question how she should go about it. She spent several hours writhing on the freshly made sheets as she stroked her needy slit. She didn't even notice as she whispered those phrases from the test to herself. It was only after her third orgasm that she was actually able to cool off and get some sleep. Picturing her new life as an elite competitive gamer as she drifted off.

Things were somewhat uneventful for Bethany after that. She went back home and back to the mundane of her regular work for a few days...until she got the call. Her heart raced as the ma told her she was successful and would be joining the team as soon as possible. Without hesitating she agreed and set to work packing her stuff.

She was more than a little intimidated when it came time to move in with her new teammates. Its always tough making a good impression and meeting new people can be nerve wracking, especially ones she would be spending most of her time with from here on out. But as she stepped inside she was swiftly greeted by her three smiling and bubbly new roommates and they gave warm and reassuring introductions.

There was Bianka, a blonde girl from Germany. She had fair skin and a bright smile, though her most defining feature was easily her large breasts. Even Bethany couldn't help but stare a little and wonder how she managed to be so bouncy and friendly with two enormous mounds of flesh weighing her down all the time. The way they jiggled slightly was also distracting, though she had seen worse on many of the female characters in even her favourite video games. Still, it wasn't something you noticed often in real life.

Second was Nora. She was mixed race with dark hair and plenty of curves. She was also American like Bethany, though from an entirely different state half-way across the country. Still, it was comforting to know that she wouldn't be the odd one out or anything like that.

Finally there was Kana, a slender Asian girl. She hid her excellently sculpted facial features behind a pair of glasses and mousy hair, but it didn't make her any less of a stunner. Her legs were toned as well, as if she ran in her spare time, which was impressive for a professional gamer who would no doubt spend most of their time sat in front of a computer.

After meeting everyone and even sharing a meal together Bethany felt her nerves calm down. She was one of the team after all, they were all here to play. All here to win. All here to show the word what women could do!

Bethany quickly realized that the schedule was quite strict. They all had orders to be up by 8am to eat breakfast, which, like all of the food was prepared to a strict diet by their sponsors. After this they were free until 9am when the training sessions started, though they were strongly encouraged to exercise at the free gym facilities adjoining their house. In fact there were several breaks throughout the day specifically for exercise, and the man from the interview, now referred to as their manager, emphasized that it was important to maintain regular exercise and keep a healthy diet to stay at peak performance. It was kind of sweet, in a way, that he seemed to worry about their health and fitness.

The training sessions themselves made up around 8 hours of their daily schedules. Bethany was unsure what to expect as she walked into the 'training room' as they called it. There were four spaces, each with an impressive looking PC and set of screens alongside the promised custom chairs. They had very soft leather seats and a vast array of knobs and levers underneath that left Bethany utterly bewildered as to their purposes. The chair seemed perfectly fine as is so she decided not to mess around with them and risk damaging it for no real reason. Instead she examined her gaming setup. An LED illuminated keyboard and mouse were obvious, but there were also several other devices littered across the desk. Some were webcams, others were lights, much like those from the epilepsy test earlier.

As they started up the game which they would be training to play on, it felt very familiar. The whole thing was basically a reskin of LoL, then again you could say that for most MOBAs these days. It was also funny that when she got to the character selection screen, there were characters that looked exactly like each of the team members. It was uncanny, as if they had actually gotten custom skins made. Could that really be true? Or was it just a coincidence? Bianka's avatar was wearing a horned helmet and wielding a humongous double-sided battle-axe, though her intimidation factor was definitely diminished by the equally humongous breasts that managed to beat out her already impressive real life ones, complete with highly overzealous jiggle physics. Then there was Nora, who appeared as a gunslinger, with a cool steel pistol in each hand and a wide-brimmed hat that had wild west written all over it. The rest of her outfit was quite revealing, with short shorts drawing the eye towards her smooth caramel thighs and most of her torso exposed save for her arms and upper back which were covered by a tight-fitting jacket, so tight in fact that it didn't seem possible to close it. Of course that would cover up her chest which was clearly not in the model designers' interests. Then there was Kana's character. It was piloting some kind of large mech with a curved glass window on the front which was easily large enough to see the girl inside, and her skin-tight 'control suit' as the character selection screen had described. Allegedly required for achieving full range of motion when controlling the advanced battle mech, the true reason was obviously to appeal to the male gaze. Bethany was quite used to it all at this point. Of course, it felt somewhat more off-putting when she was looking at her own over-sexualized facsimile. Her champion was some kind of beast tamer, she rode a ferocious bear into battle and wielded some kind of makeshift spear. What really annoyed Bethany though was the fact that she wasn't really wearing any clothing at all. Aside from a few well-placed and loosely strung together leaves which covered the bare minimum to keep the game from being rated for adults only, her character was riding around in the nude!

'Ok, lets put the creepy, perverted skins aside and actually focus on the gameplay. I knew there would be hurdles here, including the skeevy game designers and artists. Just gotta push past it and learn my role.' She told herself as she explored the map and tested out the combat. There were many things to notice here. Firstly, it played very much like League. Not surprising, but maybe a little disappointing. Still, it meant she could pick it up very quickly. Secondly, whenever she was in combat, which was pretty much the whole time in games like this, she was bombarded both visually and auditorily. Not only would the screen flash as various visual effects rolled in from every angle, but the mouse and keyboard also changed colour to mimic this. Even the audio became loud and incessant. There was a constant droning in the background, but this was drowned out mostly by the never-ending moans. Yes, moans. It seemed that every time she used a power or even did a basic attack, her character moaned. There was something oddly sexual about the moans, it could just be poor voice acting, but Bethany was quite confident that it had been done intentionally. What was the audio equivalent of the male gaze? Never mind, its not like she could do anything about it. Not now anyway. Maybe after they won a few tournaments she could start voicing her opinions in interviews and form a wider movement to change things.

As she continued playing, she began to get used to all of the oddities. The moaning and jiggling and flashing. She steadily tuned it out as she concentrated on the core gameplay loop. It was all very simple and repetitive. 'Each repetition makes me more susceptible.' she whispered softly without realizing as her fingers danced over the keyboard. She was starting to get into a rhythm, taking out basic enemies was very easy. That was all that seemed to appear too, weak minions that she could slaughter without much effort. Despite this, the game seemed to drag on. No matter how much they pushed, more and more of these weak enemies kept spawning. Over and over. So repetitive. 'Each repetition makes me more obedient.' Her lips mouthed without her input. Soon she noticed that words were flashing every time she pressed a key. They were faint and she couldn't make them out for some reason, but she figured they were the names of the attacks. They were each accompanied by a faint voice saying the same thing. She pressed the 'B' key to do a basic attack. [Blank] flashed briefly, as a soft voice whispered it in her ear. But Bethany didn't notice, she kept playing. She pressed the 'W' key to throw her spear. [Weak]. She tapped the 'S' key to do a power attack. [Submit]. She hit the 'O' key to do a special attack. [Obey]. Then she held down the spacebar to speed up her cooldowns. [Deeper] flashed continuously as she held the bar down and Bethany's eyes rolled back into her skull for a moment, before she finally released and let out a soft groan as she felt more than a little dizzy.

Struggling, glanced towards a different key. The loading screen before the game started had given her a tip. Press the 'H' key to call for aid from teammates. As her head spun and she failed to regain focus on the game, enemies began surrounding her character and she desperately tapped the key. At first nothing happened. Bethany was too zoned out to do much aside from hazily spam the key and groan 'help' as she tried to break free from her deep trance. Soon enough though, she felt someone touch her arm. Her eyes drifted hazily downwards to see Nora's hand on hers, and after a soft caress she began to guide her hand across the keyboard. [Blank], [Weak], [Obey], [Submit], [Deeper]. She held Bethany's hand on the key for several seconds, letting her eyes glaze over once more as she slipped deeper and deeper into the inescapable pull of her trance. She didn't even notice when Nora's hand left hers and began to slide down her stomach until it reached her crotch. It dug underneath her waistband and as Bethany continued to mindlessly tap the keys in sequence, she felt those fingers glide pleasantly over her drooling lower lips. [Blank], [Weak], [Obey], [Submit], [Deeper]. Bethany moaned in unison with her character as Nora stroked her slickening slit with increasing speed.

"Blank. Weak. Obey. Submit. Deeeeeeeepeeeeer." Bethany chanted out loud as her hips writhed and humped urgently against her teammate's fingers. Before long her pussy was clenching and spasming around the helpful digits as Bethany achieved a powerful orgasm.

Afterwards, Nora withdrew her sticky fingers and wandered slowly back to her own computer, without a word, and continued to play. It was like it hadn't even happened. The only evidence Bethany had was the still present throbbing in her cunt as she came down from the high of orgasm but was left still ebbing with arousal as she continued to work the keyboard with her fingers, ever reinforcing the programming which was now permeating her mind so thoroughly. She continued becoming wetter and weaker as she played, each repetition draining her will as it leaked out of her sloppy crotch and spilled onto the seat she was in.

Then, something broke the loop. A call for help. The screen flashed in darker colours urgently and a much clearer voice spoke into her ears now. "Your teammate needs your help. Go help Bianka!" It urged her. Bethany felt compelled to go to her immediately, and soon found herself rising from her chair and walking over towards Bianka. She noticed that Bianka's headphones had slid off on one side and she looked very confused. Her hand wasn't at the keyboard. Without conscious thought, Bethany leaned forward and whispered "Obey" into her teammate's ear before sliding the headphone cup back over it and gently guiding her hand back to the keyboard. She didn't understand what she was doing, and she was too entranced to fight it. More than that, helping Bianka felt good. Very good. There was a rush of arousal as she aided the dazed girl back into her trance. Something primal and powerful that made her drippy cunt clench as she watched the helpless blonde mouth the words just as she had. "Blank. Weak. Obey. Submit. Deeeeeeeepeeeeer." Bianka groaned, as Bethany gazed with wide, glassy eyes at the enthralled girl. Bethany was so horny at this point that Bianka was starting to look sexy to her. She had never been particularly interested in women before, but now as she watched Bianka's full chest heave as she chanted her thoughts away, Bethany experienced a surge of desire. She reached forward and wordlessly began to squeeze and kneed the dazed and brainless woman's breasts. Bianka moaned and shivered in response, and Bethany quickly noticed her nipples stiffen and her lips begin to quiver as Bianka slowly pushed her chest forward and continued her programming. Soon Bethany was tugging and twisting her nipples, eliciting loud and prolonged groans as they both chanted their obedience. Moans and hypnotic humming assaulting their brains from every direction as they sunk ever deeper into an endless hole of submission together.

Bethany wasn't sure when she had gone back to her seat, but it didn't matter. She could still picture Bianka's glazed eyes and pursed lips as she fondled her ample tits. That picture clung to her brain until it was finally time to take a break from the game. The schedule told them to go do some exercise in the gym, and the voice in her headphones told her to obey over and over. Still hazy and hot, Bethany wandered over alongside her teammates. There was a selection of equipment, mostly treadmills and leg machines as well as some yoga mats and small dumbbells. Bethany headed to the treadmill and took a run, With Kana running next to her. She wasn't sure how long for exactly because she couldn't seem to get her thoughts straight. Her headphones never left her ears, ensuring that she couldn't escape the numbing noise and constant repetitive orders that told her to exercise and obey. After what felt like 5 minutes the break, which was scheduled for an hour, was over. Then again the morning training session was 4 hours and it had passed by so fast. Bethany could barely remember what had happened when she returned to her seat, ignoring the blatant damp spot and sitting down once again to resume her training.

She continued to mouth the words endlessly until she zoned out completely. When she realized that she wasn't even fighting enemies and was simply standing at the side of the map pressing the same five keys over and over again, Bethany felt a little unsure. When she felt unsure, she had the sudden urge to press the 'H' key and call for help. So she did. Before she knew what was happening, she saw something crawling under her desk. As her gaze drifted down, Kana's head popped up between her thighs. Her hands were on Bethany's knees as she pushed them apart forcefully. The still dizzy Bethany could only watch in amazement as Kana moved forward slowly, glasses steamed up and tongue dangling out of her mouth hungrily. Bethany didn't struggle when Kana tugged her sweatpants down just enough to expose her tight, glistening slit. The slender Asian girl ran her soft, flat tongue up Bethany's quivering pussy in a single, agonizingly slow motion before looking upwards and mouthing something to her. "Obey." Bethany recognized. "Obey" she repeated. Then she realized that her hand had stopped pushing the keys. She needed to obey. She needed to play. As Kana's tongue teasingly swirled around her pussy lips, Bethany once again pressed the keys and began to softly chant her mantra as she writhed and groaned under the undeniably incredible assault from her teammates' slick tongue.

Between heavy breaths and whispered words of obedience, Bethany began to grind and wriggle. Her pussy was radiating heat and she could the ebb of pleasure rising through her crotch and spreading to her entire body. Kana also sensed that she was getting close and began to toy and suck on her swollen clit eagerly. Poor, mindless Bethany didn't know what hit her when she finally came. She held down the space key as Kana clung to her clit, sucking the life out of her in the best possible way. "DEEEEEEEEPEEEEER" she screamed as she bucked against her teammates face and her arousal overflowed, leaving a slick trail across Kana's face and even splashing her glasses.

Things went on like this for the next few months. Bethany found that as she kept playing the game she continued to level her character and unlock now moves to use in battle. Pressing the 'F' key would blast [Fucktoy] into her defenseless subconscious while performing a roar that knocked back enemies. Pressing the 'E' key would imprint the word [Eager] on her mind and at the same time draw enemies towards her. It didn't take her long to figure out that pressing 'E' and then 'F' in quick succession was an effective combo to incapacitate enemies, and soon she was hearing and seeing [Eager Fucktoy] over and over. Eager Fucktoy. Eager Fucktoy. She chanted it in response each time.

The calls for help continued. Sometimes she would be between one of her teammates legs, lapping at her soaking slit. Others she would straddled and hump them as they mouthed their brainwashing mantras to each other in a terribly effective loop. Other times she was the one calling for aid and riding once of their faces of feeling their tender grasp on her flesh. Before long she knew their bodies well. Their sensitive areas, their tastes, their scent. Everything.

Even when they weren't training, they were being conditioned and programmed. They never removed their headphones. Even at night sleeping with them on. Having lurid dreams of men fucking them over and over. Becoming more and more eager each time. Spreading themselves, humping, begging, pleading to be fucked. Used. For them to empty their balls inside. They were such eager fucktoys.

For all the training they did, they didn't get any better at the game. On the contrary, they were getting worse. Apparently pressing the same keys over and over mindlessly and spending half their time at another's desk eating pussy didn't make for good RTS strategy as it turned out. They would die and lose over and over. Each time their character would say some pathetic line like "I can't fight it any longer..." or "I submit, do what you want with me!" or "I'm just a weak girl, have mercy!". Yet Bethany still found herself repeating them just like all the other things in the game. And the more she repeated them, the truer they felt...and the wetter and more obedient she became.

Then one day something strange happened. As she was moaning and tapping the keys happily, listening to her brainwashing audio and enjoying the sensation of calm and pleasure that her obedience brought, suddenly her headphones fell silent. It was so odd that it snapped her out of her trance and she glanced around. What was going on here? She felt her head throb as she pooled her will and tore her eyes away from the screen. Without the audio and the flashing, she began to feel a cloud inside her mind begin t part as she looked around the room. Her teammates were all slumped in their chairs, moaning and writhing like utter sluts and whispering the most disgusting things as they mindlessly tapped away at the keyboards like drones. Bethany gasped as she began to understand for the first time what was actually happening around her. Free of the mind numbing audio. Now she noticed the warm, wet patch around her crotch and butt and realized that she was soaking wet. Had she been like this the whole time? How long had she been here, in this creepy hypno den? What was happening?

She pulled out her phone and saw the date. The tournament was supposed to start days ago! What on earth was happening? Just as she got up and began to head towards the door, he came into view. Their manager. He had a concerned look on his face as she approached her slowly.

"Bethany, your headphones have malfunctioned. Don't worry, I have a replacement pair right here. Just put them on and get back to training." he commanded her.

"No! What the hell is this? You're brainwashing them...us! You've been brainwashing us for months and the tournament already started! You never intended to take us to that tournament did you? This is all some sex trafficking bullshit..." she confronted him viciously.

"Silly girl. Of course you've been brainwashed. But you are going to the tournament, no need to worry. See, its on your schedule for tomorrow." he explained calmly.

Bethany glanced down at the schedule on her phone for a moment. It was true, it was written there in big letters. But why would they go to the tournament so late? By the time she glanced up, he had taken several more steps towards her and was raising the headphones up towards her head. Just in time she jumped back and glared at him. "You can't do this to us! This is fucked up!" she yelled.

"Oh but we can. We already did. You've been here for 3 months now. Its so ingrained in you. You especially, you were the most susceptible subject we ever tested. Went under just like that, and your brainwaves indicated you were taking it all in strongly, right from the start. You know you can't fight it any longer." He said with a sinister grin.

'I can't fight it any longer...' She mouthed, before realizing what had happened and shaking her head and covering her ears. "No. No. No. Stop it. Get out of my head." she screamed. But what she didn't notice was the three women creeping up behind her. A pair of hands wrapped around her from behind and grabbed her tits firmly. Startled, she removed her hands from her ears, but before she could push the invasive hands away, the two remaining girls were on either side of her, grabbing her wrists and restraining her. With each wrist in one of their hands, the other wandered her body. Bianka on her left let her hand slid down her stomach and buried itself in her crotch where it got to work rubbing fast circles around her tenser clit. Nora on the right running her fingers over Bethany's lips gently as she turned her to stare deeply into Nora's glassy eyes and watch here moan in bliss as she mouthed 'Obey' at her. Bethany shivered in response, lip trembling as she fought not to repeat it, but it was futile. Soon her she was repeating it dutifully. "Obey." All the while Kana, the one behind her, continued to kneed her breasts expertly. It wasn't fair, it was like they knew all of her weak spots. Because they did! For the past 3 months they had practiced and trained in pleasure. They knew how to make her twitch and beg and cum with ease. Just like she knew how to do the same to them.

She realized how hopeless it was as the manager raised the headphones and dangled them over her head with glee. Watching the three eager, groaning sluts fawn over her...dragging her back into submission. She was already too weak to escape at this point, but he lingered there watching her struggle to slip away nonetheless...all the while failing and feebly repeating after her fellow brainless fucktoys.

"What are you?" he asked her.

"Eager fucktoy..." she droned weakly.

With a triumphant smile, he lowered the headphones back over her head and she slipped back into a deep and unending trance.

The next day, they did go to the tournament as he said. They wore their headphones the entire time and were kept backstage while the games were being played. It was the final round, not that any of the silly brainwashed fucktoys were aware of what was happening out there. Instead, they were getting changed into their 'special' outfits. They were replicas of the outfits their characters had worn in the game. Bethany had the easiest job, as all she put on was a couple of flimsy pieces of underwear which were made to look like they were made of leaves. While clearly not actually fashioned from foliage, they were certainly weak. They looked like they could fall apart at any minute. The finishing touch to her costume was a small stuffed bear which she held obediently as she chanted about being an eager fucktoy and a silly doll and many other demeaning mantras which had been drilled into her head to the point of her sorry brain breaking at this point. Nora changed into her wild west outfit, complete with pistols. Well, they weren't so much pistols as water guns filled with alcohol, but the brainless fucktoy didn't know or care. Bianka's outfit was also similar to her in-game counterpart, though the ends of her 'battle-axe' looked a lot more phallic than usual. Finally Kana, whose skin tight suit was the most normal part of her costume. Once she had it on, she had to climb into some silly contraption that looked vaguely like the mech her character piloted, except noticeably smaller. So much so in fact that her butt stuck out of a gap in the rear of the thing and her chest and torso hung out of the front. Her arms and legs were strapped into it firmly so that she essentially couldn't move aside from wriggling her exposed but and turning her head.

With their humiliating costumes now on, the final match drew to a close.

"looks like Steel Tigers were just able to pull that last game out of the bag, making them our official champions! Congratulations guys!" The announcer exclaimed as the audience burst out into applause. "First prize is $50,000..." the crowd continued cheering "but I know what you're really eager to find out about. That's right, the secret bonus prize!"

With that, the crowd burst into an even greater level of excitement. They went wild, hollering and jeering and chanting at the top of their lungs. The Steel Tigers members could barely contain their excitement also.

Suddenly a curtain dropped, exposing the rear of the stage where the four girls were standing obediently in their costumes. The crowd gasped and continued cheering madly. "The bonus prize is your own personal set of fucktoys. We modelled them after the most popular characters in the game, just to give them that perfect touch. Well Steel Tigers, what do you think? Wanna try out your new prize?" The announcer asked coyly.

The girls all heard instructions in their headphones and were compelled to approach the right side of the stage where the Steel Tigers, four very average looking and somewhat sweaty gamers stood behind a row of gaming computers and under heavy lighting. The horny guys wasted no time in exploring their bodies, groping their tits and ass crudely, especially Kana who was somewhat bent over and looked utterly helpless. Once they had ascertained that the four girls were simply going to stand there and take it, they became more brazen. Their hands explored every crevice and they began to pull them closer. Each one seemed to have his own favourite as they began to undo their pants and unleash their quickly hardening cocks.

Just as they were sliding their hot cocks inside the defenseless and dumbfounded dolls, the announcer spoke again. "Oh and by the way, they are completely controllable via mouse and keyboard, just like their virtual counterparts. Try it out!" he announced.

The guys furrowed their brows and analyzed the screens, which now each displayed some kind of control interface, similar to that of the game. But instead of the regular attacks were buttons like 'moan', 'small orgasm', 'massive orgasm' alongside assorted mantras and even a space to type their own phrases. The man who had already plunged his cock inside Bethany's tight snatch typed something at the keyboard as his hips pounded away at her, and when he finished the words seamlessly entered her head and spilled from her lips, bypassing her higher brain function entirely. "I'm a stupid cunt. I suck at video games almost as hard as I suck cock." she said, as the Steel Tigers all giggled and the crowd roared with laughter.

"Me so horny!" Kana said after her controller typed the phrase into the computer. Again they chuckled as the racist gamer found the seam in the rear of her skintight suit which he slid open allowing him to split her ass-cheeks apart and press the tip of his cock against her asshole. Kana felt it throbbing for a moment before he forced it inside. "Fuck my tight asshole!" she begged brainlessly as he typed into the console to control her. Soon he discovered that she had some unique controls, which moved her 'mech' around. It basically allowed him to reposition her body as he pleased, which he did so until she was in the perfect position for him to bury his cock deep inside her ass.

The man who had picked Bianka had some unique controls of his own. He noticed the phallic tip of the battle-axe immediately and pressed it against her cunt as he tapped the key to activate the powerful vibrator embedded in the tip and watched her eyes roll back in her head. He then pressed another key which made her hump the phallic weapon pathetically as she moaned and leaked all over the floor of the stage. Then he grabbed the horns of her helmet and guided her head to his crotch, stuffing his hot, sweaty cock down her throat until she gagged and spluttered around it. All the while groaning and humping before a cheering crowd.

Nora's user first took one of her pistols. The tip smelled strongly of alcohol and recognizing this, he pushed it past her parted lips and fired a spray of the strong alcoholic liquid down her throat. He noticed a swallow button on her controls and pressed it. After doing this several times and also squirting a bit into his mouth, he replaced the tip of the pistol with the tip of his cock, slipping it easily past her soft, plump lips and down her throat. He humped her face violently as the crowd continued jeering in excitement.

Then Bethany's user seemed to become obsessed with the orgasm buttons. He hit the 'small orgasm' button and she gasped and clenched around his cock. He must have liked the sensation because he mashed it repeatedly for a while, before trying the 'big orgasm' button which sent her into a spiral of intense pleasure. Having a lot of fun, he began typing humiliating phrases and hitting the 'big orgasm' button just as she finished saying them. Making her cum hard to things like "I'm a worthless piece of fuck-meat, make me scream!" and "fuck me 'til I break then cover me in cum!" Every time followed by a big orgasm. Alongside the feeling of his cock throbbing inside her. then he would mash the 'small orgasm' button and enjoy the sensation of her clenching and quivering around his thick member as he built up to another humiliating 'big orgasm'.

By the time the event had finished, the four girls were sweaty and drenched in cum. They had been violated, humiliated and degraded in front of a crowd of people. It would have been against their will, if they had any will left. Instead they simply writhed in pleasure and followed the instructions they were given. Things didn't change for them when they were brought back to the guys' house and used as stress relievers while the trained for the next tournament. It was all a big, pleasant, obedient blur of sucking and fucking and debasing themselves for the entertainment of these childish and disgusting men.

So in the end, everyone was a winner.

#mindbrokensluts #story #not mine #Reconstruction #long

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docholligay · 1 year

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Shamash Questions: The last batch (I think)

Tell me if I’m wrong ahaha.

Your favorite bit of writing this year! All three winners got three points, thank you everyone who put in an answer for this, they made me feel good. I know most of you are here for the liveblogging, so it means a lot to me that you read my creative shit also.

The retelling of the Snow Queen. Partly because that was one of my absolute favorite stories as a kid, so I'm generally a sucker for it, but also because I really love your Usagi in it. I know you generally don't love Usagi, but you took her sweetness and sunny, indomitable disposition and it fits so perfectly with that story that I would have thought she was your favorite if I didn't know better. -- Lindsay Thank you! I’m hoping that with the restructuring of my time in January, I can finish the damn thing next year

I believe it’s called Mean Time, but if I have that wrong the one with Tracer’s nightmare of being out of time. The tension as she slowly realizes what’s happening is brilliant and that “only a second even if it lasts for days” before she cuts her throat is just perfect. Also it’s a different mindset then Tracer is usually portrayed in your writing while feeling completely in character. I always appreciate how your characters are continually affected by trauma even as they continue to grow and change. --automatuck9 Thank you so much! I really loved and felt so good about how many people enjoyed that one.

Lena and her little orange door. I love your writing, it makes my energy spike every time, leading me to want to draw at like, the most inconvenient times lmao (work, shopping, funeral, you know.) That piece of writing got into me, and I was so taken with it, I had to immediately get my little phone pen out and start scribbling notes, half not caring if they were legible; I just had to get the damn feelings out!! I love Lena, I love Hana, and the whole scene between them, the bubbly, the ham, the offhanded "congrats! Have a sammy." It was so good, I reread it several times to make sure I'd gotten everything. --Rhio Oh thank you! This was also one of my favorite things I wrote this year, I felt like it really hit that hilaritragic thing that I like to do, and love to hit. I was proud of it. Anyway, Lena’s orange door is one of my beloved little character details, and it’s one of the things I have her family leave, even when someone else moves into the house. it just should be orange!

kvetching:

This is a lovely place, but the bathroom sinks. Don't get me wrong, the style is lovely. Simple, functional, but a little more geometric and appealing than the standard basin. But who makes a sink flat? Sinks needs to be sloped, so the water runs into the drain. It is the reason for the half spherical basin. These sinks are completely flat. The water near the drain, drains. Wonderful. The water in the front corners though? It sits. And any dirt in the sink? It sits too. The sink requires twice as much cleaning as a correctly sloped sink. Three times as much when the cats are sleeping in it. Who's bright idea was this! It makes no sense! -- pounce, 1 point Who the fuck DOES make a flat sink?

Fucking caramel is a curse set upon us by the gods for daring to reach for ambrosia and failing and I am never making it again. (Until 10 years have passed at which point I will have convinced myself that it's not really that bad but, future self, listen to me carefully, look deep into your past self's eyes, you are fucking wrong, it is that bad, and I hate you in advance for what you're about to put us both through.) (I don't consider this petty but I'm currently suffering trauma from making caramel last night and I don't care, I'll take any excuse to talk about how fucking awful caramel is.) -- Geeky (p.s. Thank you so much for your video on the subject. I say down and watched it after our multiple failed attempts and the attempt after was the one that finally worked.) , 2 points And you’re welcome!! I’m so glad it helped.

I just cleaned my shower. This is a task that I, and all humans, must do with frustrating regularity and frequency. And why? This is the portion of my home in which I do my cleanest activities, namely, cleaning my body, an instrument which is generally not particularly dirty. I am not covered in filth or slime; I am not the host of Dirty Jobs, nor do I have one. I don't even have a hobby which places that extra grime upon my person. I shower every day, and the worst thing I am regularly washing down the drain is a build up of dead skin cells and shed or shaved hair. My drain moves water quickly and none sits on the bottom of my shower. And yet? Scummy build up along every flat surface unless I scrub them every few days. The worst offender is of course the floor. This does makes sense in many ways as all water and body runoff must hit the floor and pass over it before reaching the drain. But what is on the floor of the shower which encourages tiny bits of bacteria, skin cells, and soap laden water to remain, unwelcome guests continuing their stay and doing unspeakable things in my space, things which will give birth to those most unholy of demons: soap scum and mildew? Texturing. Yes, the very thing which prevents me from falling in the shower and breaking something embarrassing, is also the thing which brings the most possibility for bacterial growth. Why can we not produce a flooring which prevents both the need to let emergency services see you naked and also does not trap body runoff water? We have sent people to the moon. We have created a device which rewarms McDonald's fries and makes them taste good. Why can we not make maintaining a clean bathroom without constant scrubbing an easy and cheap endeavor? My elbows do not have enough grease to keep this cheap textured lino clean, I am not a thirteen year old boy with constant masturbation muscle in my forearms! -- Lindsay, 3 points. Perfection. Hilarious. No notes.

If Fareeha, Lena, Angela, Hana, or Winston were magical gs (girls/ gorillas) what would their transformation yell be? only 4 of you answered, so you all got a point! (at least)

Fareeha- Combat Armor, Lock On! Hana-MEKA Tokki, Hop In! Angela- Valkyrie Suit, Fly Out! Lena- Chronal accelerata’, Dash Up! Winston- Gorilla Tech, Turn On! All together- Overwatch mechanical G’s, roll out! -- Beefsalad33

Raptora Online! The Cavalry is Here (look I know it's the obvious, easy answer but it's also the correct one so there!)! Let there be mercy (but said in Swedish)! Who's ready for trouble (in Korean)! Science! (Yes I cheated but it's right in my head) --Furi My favorite part about this is that Angela is Swiss, but I canjust imagine her being given this and being too kind to correct someone so she just learns to say it in Swedish

Lena strikes a dramatic pose, signaling to her fellow heroes. It goes quiet, and she turns around to look at her second. "Pssst. Fareeha. That's your cue." "I'm not doing it." "What do you mean you aren't..." "I said I'm not doing it! It's demeaning!" "We can't transform unless you say it!" "Then I guess we'll have to fight monsters with our collection of high powered military hardware!" "You know it doesn't work that way. Now do it, or you'll risk people getting hurt." Fareeha sighed and held her hands up and with a very sarcastic voice said "It's time for hopes and dreams to save the day." Lena smiled as the transformation began. "See? Was that so hard?" Fareeha grumbled. "Gonna see if I can change these words...." --Shavedjudomonkey you got three points for making me literally laugh Aloud with Then I guess we’ll have to fight monsters withour high-powered military hardware”

Winston: By the power of friendship! And science! Hana: Systems, initialize! Game on! Fareeha: Justice... shall be served! Lena: Call sign Tracer, reporting in! Angela: May medicine guide me! -- Seolh

#Eight Days 2022 #Shamash Answers

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gillianthecat · 2 years

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I was in a weird and oddly vulnerable mood yesterday, so instead of watching the three new episodes of the shows I was "supposed" to watch and risk feeling disappointed* by them, I rewatched the first To My Star. I think I wrote right after my first viewing that it would probably become one of my comfort shows, and apparently it has :-)

First of all, I think I loved it even more the second time. And it was better than I remembered. I still didn't think it was perfect, but parts that had seemed disjointed previously seemed more coherent this time, and I could see how much of the characters' arcs she was setting up from the very first moment.†

This was my first rewatch after seeing To My Star 2, and I'm amazed at how much of the groundwork for the sequel was already laid out in the first show. The two really feel like a coherent whole. I had previously decided that TMS2 was basically fanfic of the first one, and while I don't think that's wrong exactly, TMS is very clearly setting up everything that happens in TMS2. All of the character traits and issues that lead to the conflicts and struggles of TMS2 are already present in TMS, they merely become bigger and less ignorable.

Even little things that seemed like comedic throwaway moments or relatively minor scenes turn out to become major relationship issues or important plot points in the sequel: Things like Seo-joon teasing Ji-woo about not believing he'd been in a relationship before and Ji-woo being so closed-lipped about it, Seo-joon's attempts to smooth everything over with money, Ji-woo's dislike of accepting money from him, even Seo-joon's cooking video.

There were several lines of dialogue that are basically previews to some of the most significant conversations in TMS2. Ji-woo tells Seo-joon "You're not considerate of other's feelings and say what you want to say. I'm envious of it," which is a foreshadowing of what he says after the relief of finding that little girl is safe, just before their desperate kiss: ""How could you be so honest about everything? How can I ignore you now?"

And their fight just before Ji-woo moves out of the house (this is how he deals with conflict! He runs away!) is the basic conflict that permeates TMS2.

J: "Everything that happened between us... Thinking about it made me feel disgusted." S: "This doesn't make sense all of a sudden. There's something wrong, isn't there." J: "When I'm with you, I feel like I'll be put in danger."

Ji-woo misdirects and lies about his feelings, he gets overwhelmed by the bleed-through of Seo-joon's fame, he thinks he can protect Seo-joon by pulling away and leaving him. And Seo-joon knows something doesn't add up, but he can't figure out what. This is what starts the events of TMS2, and it foreshadows many of their conversations.

I don't think I realized how consistent the characters were between shows, or how similar the overall tone of the two shows was. I think the first time I saw TMS I was expecting a more traditional BL and that colored my perception. But upon rewatch, its style - it's treatment of the two main characters, the world around them, even the aesthetics - has a lot in common with TMS2. And I don't think it's just a Hwang Da-Seul thing, the To My Stars are much more similar to each other than they are to either Blueming or Where Your Eyes Linger. Now I'm curious if Hwang Da-seul had written them both together, or if she only thought of the sequel after the first one was a success. It's starting to feel as if they were conceived of as one unit.

Anyways, I could write a lot more words about all the threads and themes that carry through to TMS2, and perhaps I will, but not today.

*I did make myself start The Eclipse, but I felt so irrationally betrayed that the kiss was just a fantasy that I decided I wasn't in the right headspace and gave up for now after the first quarter. I have been loving all three of these high school shows so much, and I don't want them to do anything to make me stop loving them. This is one of my first experiences devoutly following a series week to week (and my very first experience reacting to it as part of a community), and I didn't realize how much I would bond to these shows. Usually I binge things and process it all immediately, and in my own head. Don't get me wrong, overall it's been a wonderful experience watching them this way, I just didn't want to push it yesterday and ruin things for myself.

† I had planned to enjoy TMS mindlessly, but apparently these days I'm incapable of watching something without writing out my thoughts on it.

#to my star #to my star 2 #to my stars #hwang da seul #the eclipse #gillianthecat’s thoughts about bl #gillianthecat reacts to bl #sometimes my brain is weird #to my star the series #the eclipse the series

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v0nw0lfsart · 10 months

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Drew a big cat while watching this video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=vx_haJ…

I highly recommend this video because it does have an interesting insight about the whole political analysis on children's media thing, which has made go from hating this type of analysis because I felt like the only people who befitted from this was drama hungry morons who just want to shame people for just anything and the second society realized that we all better off, to a more very cautious mixed feeling.

(full disclosure even tough I've seen TLK I don't think I watched it enough or something because I forgot be prepared existed, I've only seen the sequel once and even thought 1/12 was late edition to my childhood VHS catalog I watched it a lot)

I've also realized why I'll never get the circle of life bad arguments because growing never thought of it representing god or something if anything I thought they were talking about the food chain/web.

(Which I think that might be the reading that makes the most sense tbh)

Also I feel like if there's any narrative issue with the sequel it would be the fact that there trying do the whole "There just like us" thing is because those lions sided with Scar which I feel gives everyone a good reason to be highly suspicious of them and want nothing to do with them.

And upon writing this I feel like if any political narrative could be gathered from the first film it would be that paradox of tolerance/tolerance is a social contract thing I've seen people on tumblr talking about.

but then this leads to my main issue I have with all of this: This all seems incredibly pointless.

Like I to a degree I think we should look deep into our media especially children's media but a lot of this is less criticizing an episode of Arthur because it poorly explained bullying to the point it became pro bullying and more claiming there supporting drug usage and rape because there was an episode were they deiced to try to make a movie and had a fantasy sentence of them all walking the red carpet.

The former I can see why there would be concerns about it sending the wrong message the other the only way I can see a child coming to that conclusion if there being prodded by an adult to see it that way.

TLDR: A lot of this seems incredibly pointless and part of me is not entirely convinced this type of thinking is very beneficial to society.

#digital aritst #firealpaca #digital drawing #big cat

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alfred-e-neuman · 1 year

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Yellowstone thoughts

I’m speaking of the T.V. show, not the national park, haha.

So, I’m about 3 and a half seasons, a movie, and another spin off show behind on this “hit television series.” As someone who is progressive and who lives in the heart of “Trump was wronged” Texas, I’ve decided to give Yellowstone a look after watching a video from a political YouTube channel I trust said that it was more progressive then conservative. Here are my thoughts so far as of watching 6 and a half episodes of season 1.

It’s no secret that a huge portion of the fan base of this show also enjoy their red hats and Brandon flags. For a group so easily duped into believing that Trump is some kind of 5-dimensional-chess-playing genius, seeing the parts of the show they grab onto as conservative makes a whole lot of sense after watching it.

The Duttons are the focus of the narrative, so to a conservative that agrees with what they are doing, the Duttons are seen as the heroes and not the anti-heroes of their story. With lines like “This is America, we don’t share land here” and a runner for district attorney saying his political agenda was to halt progress and keep things as antiquated as possible while immediately drenching the panties of a “hot secretary”--who just went on a rant about political force being used for change--by altering her perception of politics from progressive to conservative, it’s no wonder why the MAGA crowd thinks this show is tailor made for them. The “heroes” of this story push conservative beliefs in such a shameless and forward way, any kind of progressive narrative this show tries to send gets drowned out.

Granted, I’ve only seen half of season 1. There might be a comeuppance later, but I’m really struggling to hold onto this show for a couple reasons:

-Seeing the start of Beth Duttons character arc and then seeing everyone wearing Beth Dutton shirts claiming they are as tough as she is really just hammers in how much people miss the point of her character. She isn’t an idol. Giving extreme “tough love” to a little girl to teach her how to “be a man in a man’s world” is such an offensive and deranged thing to idolize. Being mean to someone to teach them a lesson just teaches them that hatred is the only way forward. Beth’s story isn’t one I would wish upon anyone, so seeing so many people wearing shirts that label themselves as tough or crazy or takes-no-bullshit as Beth Dutton means they watched this show, and saw nothing wrong with the way she was raised. Every person that wear these shirts just agrees that child abuse as means to raise a child. The show makes it clear that this is something that was done to Beth’s mother as well, so it was deliberately done to Beth as a way of toughing her up. I hope the arc continues in a way that Beth sees that this isn’t a way to live and she breaks the cycle, but that could be wishful thinking.

-This show started off way too fast. I drew a lot of comparisons from Yellowstone to Sons of Anarchy before I realized the creator of Yellowstone was in Sons of Anarchy. Just like SOA, the characters that push the narrative aren’t idols or heroes. However, in SOA, we got to live in the world for a bit before the conflict started. We got to experience the life the characters had before the “change” came in to threaten that way of life. It also helped introduce a large number of characters to the audience so we might care or feel something when conflict affected one of them. In Yellowstone, the story starts immediately with the life-changing-conflict. None of the characters were really settled into the show’s universe before things started moving forward. Before I knew it, characters were dead and people were sad and it felt like the narrative expected the audience to also be sad or worried about it, but I didn’t because I had no idea who these people were or the stakes of what their deaths could mean. The show juggles so many different story lines from different character perspectives in such a rushed and choppy way, I have no interest or desire to see any of them play out. Again, I’m only half a season in, maybe this changes as the show progresses. I’m going to give it until a few episodes into season 2 or so, and if I still don’t care about the show’s characters, it’s going to be hard to care about the show.

Creating a show with extreme conservative values while sprinkling some progressive notions isn’t going to teach conservatives to be progressive, or even accept progressive ideals. It just gives their extreme beliefs a face to put on a tshirt and preach their bullshit. I’m going to give this show a while longer to see if my perception of it changes. For now, it just feels like I’m watching the wet dream of every toothless, brainless, hate-spitting hog that I have to deal with everyday here in Texas.

#Yellowstone #Opinion #Thoughts

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Bruce Banner/Hulk should have fought Thanos in Endgame. And Thor should have snapped everyone back. Thor already went for the head earlier in the film. Huh deserved a rematch with the titan more than Thor. Professor Hulk is a joke

//so my thoughts on Endgame are a little complicated, and everyone is entitled to their thoughts and feelings about a movie or whatever.

I'm going to say at first I hated Endgame until the last like 30 mins of the movie. I thought it was a horrible mistake to end Infinity War with Thanos getting all of the stones, I mean total baller move to have him win in the end and leave the heroes in the lurch of a huge and heavy loss. I thought it could have been great if they still had the big war over Vision and the mind stone but he would have all the stones, that there still had to be a couple left out there that neither side knew where they were and it was a race to get them.

I thought that the Thor part and the Professor Hulk bits were distracting and were on some level meant to be a joke, especially Thor's parts. I was so dissatisfied by the movie that I was going to write my own ending to Infinity War and rewrite Endgame to make it better, or what I thought was going to be better. Then I saw the Cinemawins video on youtube about Endgame and the way it was explained at the end made so much more sense to me and then I saw that Endgame was really a masterpiece.

So lets track this to Thor first since I have the most to say there. So Thor even just prior to Infinity War was having a rough go of things, he was understanding the magnitude of the stones revealing themselves since Age of Ultron. His quest to find the other stones and the answers as to why they were surfacing now didnt seem to be all that fruitful, which for what he was doing was a bit rough, then he goes back to Asgard after effectively ending the prophesied end of his homeworld only to find that his brother is still alive (take that as a win or a loss how you see fit) and that his father was exiled to Earth, they catch up to Odin only to find that hes on his deathbed and goes off to the etherial plane. Shortly after he meets his sister who destroys his hammer, the one weapon he had wielded for the majority of his life, the one weapon he could rely on for everything and in his mind's eye granted him so many abilities that he felt he didnt have.

After that he realizes that he and Loki must start Ragnarok and destroy their homeworld to keep Hella from going on a conquest across the cosmos raining down death on the universe. So in the span of a few days he loses his father, his trusty weapon, and his homeworld which he destroyed and watched it be obliterated. So now his only family is his brother who he had a tenuous relationship at best, homeless, the legacy of his mother and father was destroyed because he had to, and now hes figuratively naked because the weapon that had helped him and in many cases saved him was now destroyed and gone. All of this a tough pill to swallow going into Infinity War.

Within a short time they are set upon by Thanos, who ravages the fighters who try to defend the remnants of the Asgardian people, totally demolishes the Hulk at his peak fighting ability, and slaughters half of the Asgardian refugees (presumably in front of Thor), and Thor through the whole thing with as much strength and fighting ability that he has (minus Mjollnir) is still helpless to do anything about it. Then the final blow happens before Thanos takes his leave, he strangles the last living family that Thor has in front of his eyes. This time is different, this time its not a trick this is for real, Loki is gone. The guy he grew up with all of his life, even though their relationship was troubled he still loved his brother deeply and wouldnt want to see anything happen to him.

We fast forward through the events of Infinity War and Thor returns with Stormbreaker (presumably Mjollnir reborn and better in Thor's eyes) and is ready to live up to the greater moniker he held with the others and avenge his people, his father, his brother, and himself. However when it came down to saving the galaxy he fell just short of doing so by his aim being off, because when he took his shot he just missed and like Thanos teased, he should have gone for the head. I'm not saying its Thor's fault his aim is off, I think in some cases there was a bit of falling into old habits. The hammer even if it lands a blow it would knock someone down and they were down, the axe has a more kill shot potential with the axe head, had he landed the hit on the head instead of the chest (which I assume he would always aim for) it would be an instant kill and day would have been saved. But the habit caught up with him because he wasnt someone who was accustom to fighting with a hammer instead of an axe.

Now we come to Endgame, we see early on that he is away from the others, quiet and reflective. The weight of the countless souls that were instantly snapped out of existence weighs heavily on his mind, his responsibility was to the nine realms to protect them, and he failed in his duty, in his purpose so he was questioning what his worth was now that he had failed so miserably in his mind. And while yes when they tracked down Thanos and he takes the Titan's advice and goes for the head, when they ask him what he did and he answers them with the words Thanos told him its said in a way that the words clearly haunt him, like hes in a bit of a trance. I believe in a way he was still back in that Wakandan jungle doing what he should have done that, hes still playing that moment over again in his head, haunted by his massive failure. Even as he walks away it is clear the weight of his failure is crushing him. We fast forward to where we see him again, five years after. He has let himself go, he has refused to take any leadership role in New Asgard, and he has taken to looking for comfort/answers/solace at the bottom of a bottle/keg. He had fallen into a deep depression and drinking was his way of escaping his failure, his way of trying to forget what had happened.

Now speaking from personal experience, its easy to crawl into a bottle to try and forget your failures, to try and find the answer and comfort your seeking down there. To get drunk every night to find some sort of escape from whatever you feel is crushing you, to just for a moment feel better about what has been making you feel so horrible about yourself. However no matter how much you try to run from it or escape it or forget about it, it seems to always be there waiting for you to wake up, its the first thing that greets you in the morning when you are sober and awake, and thus starts the cycle again.

So between all of the losses that had had seen, and then going back in time to seeing his ex girlfriend at a time when she still loved him, seeing his mother on the day she was going to die was hard for him to deal with. Even though talking with his mother helped him sort some things out and helped him see some things and even though Mjolnir deemed him still worthy even though he failed and fell into this depression, there is still alot of other processing other feelings, and sorting other things out. One conversation with his mother was not going to fix everything, but it was a catalyst of him seeking to get and feel better. So fast forward again to where he is begging to do the snap to bring everyone back, while he is in a better headspace, hes not where he needs to be to do the snap and do what needed to be done. He still needed to do a lot more work on himself, needed to do a lot more sorting things out in his head to put what happened behind him. The whole plan was to not change anything from the past five years, everything that happened happened, just everyone that was gone was coming back that was it. So I do agree with that choice that was made to not let Thor do the snap to bring everyone back, as someone who has been where he was and is in some ways still where he was he wasnt the right choice for something so critical.

Now to come back to Hulk and Professor Hulk. In 'Phase 1' of the MCU it is established early on that the Hulk is a mindless rage monster, and he lives up to it every single time hes on screen. While yes he does understand and speak and what not, by in large the only thing he is doing is raging out and destroying things, that is all that is going on. It is also worth mentioning that in the first Avengers movie that they even establish that the stones give off levels of gamma radiation which is something that the Hulk can absorb to a point.

Now I agree it would have been awesome to see a Thanos/Hulk rematch and I do feel like it was something that could have been earned after everything that had happened, he could have had a bad ass moment like the way Wanda had with Thanos. However there is a couple of things that would have kept it from happening. First a foremost, someone beats the ever living shit out of you, youre not going to be too keen on going back to that person for any sort of rematch. The hulk being who and what he is is a creature that runs off basic instinct and basic instinct says to stay away from that danger, so in the scenes when Bruce is trying to bring out the Hulk and he says No, its because the Hulk is scared and doesnt want to get the shit kicked out of him again. Now the other thing too, is that I believe that the Thanos we saw in Infinity War was someone that was more enlightened and his focus wasnt to maim or brutalize someone like the Hulk, while yes he was having some level of fun matching blows and then some. The Thanos that we see in Endgame was someone who would have gone all the way and would have killed the Hulk just for the sake/sport of it.

The other deciding factor that we didnt get a Hulk/Thanos rematch is because after Professor Hulk makes the snap, the released gamma energy ravages his arm and weakens him a considerable amount. Now I know youre thinking well why not have someone else do the snap, the problem was was that no one else could have done it, done it properly, and survived it. Alot of the conversation and actions in Endgame were about pay offs from things that were said and done in other movies in the past, one example is in the first Avengers when Tony said that everything that was special about Steve Rogers came from a bottle (the super soldier serum), and then comes back in Endgame with him being worthy enough to wield Mjolnir in battle proving that there were special things in him that were from him alone.

The pay off here for Professor Hulk is when Tony tells Bruce that in reading about the accident that created the Hulk, that the amount of gamma radiation that he took that fateful date should have killed him, that he believed that the Hulk saved his life, and when he questioned why they elude in Endgame it was for this moment. Bruce even says in that moment before he puts on the gauntlet that the radiation was mostly gamma, that it was like he was made for that moment. Now I know what it sounds like, that essentially hes a plot device, and I cant really deny that, but what I can say is that even though thats what he is in that moment its still a great pay off for what was said and established early in the franchise.

But as I stated earlier, no one else could have performed the snap, done it properly to just bring everyone back no changes just everyone gone comes back, and survives it. Natasha is dead, we have Tony, Rhodey, Scott, Clint, who are just regular human beings that are not enhanced in any way that would have allowed them to survive, then there is Steve who is enhanced however it wouldnt have protected him or allowed him to survive the snap, Rocket is still a raccoon and definitely wouldnt be in any way able to survive the snap, the Nebula that comes back is the one from 2015 that was still loyal to Thanos and was off trying to bring Thanos and his armada through the time portal, and Thor wasnt in the right physical shape or mental shape to handle the effects of the snap. The only one that was left was Professor Hulk who did have the mental ability and cognition to essentially make such a complex request from the stones, where the Hulk would have wished himself back on Sakkar to be the gladiator god that he was on there.

So while Professor Hulk might have seemed a bit out of place and a bit of a joke, he serves a very specific purpose that when you analyze it and think about it some, you realize that he was being set up for a big hero moment, a big payoff, and a way to progress the story to its final stage.

So these are my thoughts on what you call out, you are entitled to your thoughts and feelings and I respect them. But I do encourage you to find cinemawins on youtube and watch their video on Endgame and you'll see more of what I'm talking about, I dont know if you'll come to the same realization as I did, but its definitely worth watching someone else's take on the subject matter. Hope you enjoyed my analysis on these characters!

#this one is a long one folks #but worth the read if you have time

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Entry 27 - The Episodic Journey - Part II: Self Loathing & Self Loving

5/19/22 Some parts of life happen so naturally that it’s almost a miracle.

In my point and place, I’ve been trying to pour the foundation in a career that I so vividly see in my mind that I am making sure to take my time doing so, so that every pillar can be put in place, every sculpture positioned perfectly, every plant, flower, painting, roof, ceiling, tile, is heavily detailed to make sense later. If I rush this process, I lose. Nothing is more misunderstood than that. We live in a world that’s fast paced, and in this life we are told no breaks can occur and every moment is stressed about like an anxious piece of a puzzle that’s missing to the final picture. Rather than thinking of life as a painting, where every brush stroke creates a part for this painting.

I say that I am by no means a great artist, an important artist, but I am an artist. And my art is important to me. And if it’s important to me, I would like to share that with others. Except I’m not wanting to just share it, I’m being told to. Realistically the quiet life sounds nice, work something off on my own to pay off my debt, pay back my parents, and move to Colorado somewhere, where I can smoke weed, play video games, read books, watch endless-countless films, listen to endless-countless music, try cooking many different dishes, and once and awhile traveling somewhere to see parts of the world. Sounds like a joy, doesn’t it?

I believe that God is telling me, “No, not yet.” and saying, “There is work to be done.” and so I listen, with intent. I do not reject this, I simply go with it, and when my soul and God are talking to each other peacefully, suddenly thing’s make sense in this world. Everything has made sense in the last week, everything! I was at peace in my mind more than I ever have been, and suddenly more and more things started happening. Suddenly one night, while I’m investing valuable time in ‘Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim’ I hear a ping on my phone and look down to see that someone, a composer from L.A. has reached out to me regarding my film, ‘Floridaland’. Never have I felt so complacent that someone in this industry would share a passion with me. I hope this happens all around me in the many projects that lay ahead, but for a moment I would like to not only give a gracious welcome to him, he, Paul Zambrano. This is an artist that you need to look into. Immediately upon viewing his portfolio there is a well-placed video talking about how art is both Self-Loathing, and Self-Loving, and he explains why. Never have I focused on something so powerfully, and I realize how unique that is as it is my first experience in this career. So I thought about that long and hard, and continuing on from the earlier post, I said “Let’s vape some marijuana and think about some things that stem from this process.

Instantly I came alive hearing words come at me so fast that all I could do was record, and record, and record, and record. And as I did, I had a thought come in mind, that I could either 1). Be coming off as the most pretentious artist in the entire planet or 2). People will understand my passion. But I thought this because I made recordings talking about life and love and the meaning of reality, my connection to God and the universe, and my purpose in this life. I see it so vividly and well and yet I’m never told, “No, don’t do that.” by the most important saying, and that is God. I believe that everything happens as it’s supposed to.

Then the universe says yes, and you nod and say hello. I’m here to paint, write, draw, and inspire. I’m supposed to have fun as I see life through the eyes as a child, having wonder and amazement for all things around me. My stories are made clear because they are parts of me. My soul has become whole. I want to do this for myself, but most kindly, I want to do it for others. Most importantly however, I am doing it for God. As I embark on this journey, I am happy to tell my composer, Paul, that I am glad you’re the first person to join this journey with me. If we work together or if we choose our own paths later, that doesn’t matter. What matters now is that we’re going to make a really, REALLY, fantastic film.

Here’s to a day of self-loathing, now I’m off to self-love.

#SelfLoathing #SelfLoving #Love #Inspiration #Passion #Art #Film #Filmmaking #Writing #Storytelling #Floridaland #Florida #Blog #Writer #Artist #Composer #MentalHealth #Power #Joy

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MC is Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar

(Underground Tomb edition!)

Hello friends and degenerate sinners, this is basically a mini headcanon set for Luci’s kid!MC about how the incident with Luke and the Grimoire would go down in this AU to tide you all over until Part 3 comes out! Enjoy!

It was a normal night in the good ol’ HOL... Lucifer was doing paperwork at an ungodly hour of the night, Beel was in the kitchen, and Mammon was screaming and running for dear life. Ah... sweet normalcy.

The custard incident remained the same, MC got force-fed custard and Beel threw a truly fantastic hunger tantrum that culminated in the wall connecting to MC’s room collapsing.

Cue lecture from Luci-father.

“I am very disappointed in you three.” Lucifer rubbed his temples as MC, Beel, and Mammon awkwardly stood in his room. Mammon of course, was trying to avoid the death glares MC was giving him. Poor bastard.

“Especially you two, MC and Beel.”

“Whuh?!” Mammon sputtered. “What about me?!”

“I expect this from you. These two on the other hand,” Lucifer raised an eyebrow at MC who was awkwardly trying to suppress a laugh at Mammon’s aghast expression. “Should know not to act like this.”

“We’re *snrk* sorry, father,” MC paused to try and muscle through a giggle. “It won’t happen again.”

“He ate my custard...” Beel pouted.

“So, MC won’t be able to use their room anymore due to the wall... collapsing.” Lucifer gave Beel a pointed glare.

Mammon smirked, and if he were sitting on a couch, we would have leaned back and kicked his feet up. “Well, obviously since I’m a kind and generous soul I’ll open up my room for poor MC to stay in. My babysittin’ rates are quite high though-”

“BABYSITTING?!” MC snarled, giving Mammon a death glare that could probably kill lesser demons.

Lucifer felt a twinge of pride upon seeing his child give someone his signature bone-chilling glare, if he weren’t supposed to be disappointed he would have given MC a pat on the head and let them hang Mammon from the ceiling.

“Uh- heh- MC, I’m your favourite uncle! Me babysittin’ ya should be an honour!” Mammon was sweating bullets and desperately looking to Beel for help.

“Levi is rapidly approaching favourite uncle status.” MC crossed their arms and huffed.

“Levi?! Wait- does that mean I was your favourite-”

Lucifer was almost tempted to stick MC in Mammon’s room just to have MC punish Mammon so he could get some sleep, tragically, his common sense won out. “MC will be staying with Beel. He has an extra bed in his room after all.”

MC looked over at Beel and smiled. “Could be worse, right? I’ll replace the custard.”

Beel’s smile upon hearing the last part could have lit up the entire Devildom. What a sweetie.

MC still chilled in Beel’s room. They finally got to ask more questions about Belphie, and Beel is more inclined to share what’s up because MC is his big bro’s kid after all!

Because of MC’s half demon-ness, they hadn’t met Belphie at that point in the story unlike in canon. They were just curious about their missing uncle. They ALSO already knew what Belphie looks like because Lucifer gave them an in depth tour of everything and he pointed out all the portraits.

MC, being the sadistic sweetheart they are, went out and bought themselves and Beel replacement custard. MC made sure to eat it right in front of Mammon.

But my oh my, who was texting them? *gasp!* Luke!

MC obviously let their little angel buddy into the house (Luke did not know about MC’s parental situation at that point, keep that in mind). Luke was fun to tease a little after all! And it was nice to have another kid around, but MC would never admit it.

Since MC had literally no reason to be afraid of their dear old dad, they went right up to him and asked him if Luke could stay over. No fear.

“Father?” MC leaned on the doorway to the backyard, Lucifer was playing fetch with Cerberus. MC had never seen someone play fetch so robotically.

“Yes, MC?” Cerberus’ middle head dropped a slobber covered squeaky toy into Lucifer’s gloved hand, the other two heads snapped at the middle one.

“Can I have a friend over?” MC asked, trotting over to give Cerberus some pets. On the first day the dog had tried to eat them, but after giving him some much tastier bacon treats, Cerberus was sweet as pie. Murderous and dangerous pie, that is.

“Do I know this friend?”

“Yes, it’s Luke. Can he stay over?”

Lucifer wrinkled his nose and rolled his eyes. “Cerberus is right here, you have access to a dog. Why on earth would you bring the chihuahua over?”

MC snorted and gave Cerberus’ right head some scratches behind the ears. “He’s not a chihuahua all the time, come on, it’s for the good of the exchange program!”

The two had a stare down for a little while, and to his absolute horror, Lucifer felt his resolve cracking. This child of his was too adorable for their own good. “Fine, MC.”

“Yes!” MC fist pumped as Cerberus’ middle and left heads tried to join in on the ear scritches.

“But note,” Lucifer continued. “I expect a full report to give to Lord Diavolo on this whole experience.”

MC frowned and debated sticking their tongue out at their father, they decided against it. “A paper? On a sleepover? Really?”

“Yes. Really.” Lucifer gave MC a flick on the nose. “Like you said, it has to do with the exchange program. Now go make sure the chihuahua doesn’t die and leave you with a mess to clean up.”

The look of complete terror Luke gave MC when they told him that Lucifer said he could stay over was completely worth the paper they were going to have to write.

“What?! You weren’t supposed to tell him I’m here!”

“He said you could stay.”

“Why?! Oh no... did he demand your soul as payment or something?! MC! You shouldn’t have put yourself in that nasty demon’s debt! Don’t worry, I’ll get your soul back somehow.”

MC should have been offended... but they weren’t. I mean, could you stay mad at Luke when he just offered to fight arguably the second most powerful demon in the Devildom to get your soul back?

Now that Luke’s presence in the house was known to everyone, the challenge was no longer keeping Luke hidden, it was making sure Luke didn’t say anything that would get him killed and making sure none of the demon bros made Luke cry.

Mammon was the main culprit of the teasing because Lucifer actually had better things to do. And he had a (totally not a) date with Diavolo so he’d be back late and wouldn’t be home to tease the chihuahua.

Mammon’s status as favourite uncle was hanging by a thread by the end of the first day.

Asmo thought Luke was positively adorable and also very annoying. He offered to paint MC and Luke’s nails. Luke declined, but MC was all for it. (Their cuticles were a MESS by the way, they needed the manicure.)

Luke’s nails were painted gold to match the gold on his outfit! Asmo was quite proud of his work, and was very offended when he was not allowed to try and braid Luke’s hair.

“It looks so soft!”

“You’re not allowed to touch my hair, demon!”

Satan still disliked MC on the basis that they were just a mini-Lucifer and hung out in his room or the library to avoid them and Luke.

It was incredibly annoying when Luke and MC burst into the library to look for cookbooks and treat recipes after Luke told MC about his baking endeavours. Satan debated ordering a pair of ear plugs on Akuzon...

Or perhaps a laser gun...

Both would make him stop hearing the children’s grating voices.

“You two, be quiet.”

“We haven’t spoken since we got in here...”

“You’re breathing too loud.”

Beel remained the only brother who was actually decent to Luke, they all played Go Fish in Beel’s room.

Levi was in his room playing his new video game just like in canon, but he could hear Luke and MC running around outside his room.

He was fully prepared to do that introvert thing where you stay in your room until you hear someone say goodbye to the guest.

Levi’s eyes were glued to his computer screen, just eight more skeleton monsters to kill and he’d get the achievement! His attention crumbled the moment he heard the dreaded sound of...

Guests...

“Hey MC! Whose room is this?”

The sound of a door opening and closing down the hall caused Levi to jump in his seat. Oh no... his worst fears were realized! There was another person in the house!

“That’s Asmodeus’ room. Luke you shouldn’t go around opening everyone’s doors-”

The sound of another door opening and shutting made Levi pause his game and look at Henry 2.0 for help. Maybe if he jumped into the tank and wrapped himself in his tail he’d camouflage into his surroundings...

BAM!

AAAAA! Not enough time! The guest was drawing nearer... he was going to have to... *barf*... SOCIALIZE!

“How about this room?”

Levi braced himself for the incoming social contact... Fs in the chat everyone...

“We shouldn’t bother Levi, let’s do something else.”

HAJEKDJSJSJSJD- BEEL! BEEL JUST SAVED LEVI’S LIFE!

The poor third born slumped back in his seat, the awfulness of socialization avoided. He uh... hadn’t actually left his room in maybe three days... maybe he should actually go outside... enjoy the nonexistent sunlight, y’know?

...nah. Levi went back to his game.

Since the kitchen was broken, Beel, MC, and Luke went out and get AkuDonald’s. They were all out of the toy that Luke and MC wanted so that trip was a disaster! A disaster I say!

Just the image of Beel happily chomping on his eighth burger while Luke and MC angrily pick at their fries makes me want to laugh.

Now the question you’re all waiting for, did Lucifer try and kill Luke and Beel and then MC for trying to take the Grimoire?

N O

“Whose room is behind that door?” Luke pointed to the door to the attic staircase.

MC shrugged and hit their knuckles against the door a few times. “It’s just the door to the attic. My uh- Lucifer said not to go up there because it’s just full of old junk.”

Normally MC would scoff at the idea of being told what not to do and do it out of spite, but MC was a child, and like most children, they hated scary attics. They hadn’t even attempted to open the door in the month they had lived in the house.

“Hm, maybe he’s hiding something...” Luke puffed out his cheeks and knocked on the door. When met with no answer, Luke turned the doorknob. The door creaked open, and the two peeked inside.

A tall spiral staircase greeted them as they tentatively stepped inside. Not so-good Lord, the room was freezing, but it didn’t seem to bother Luke as he walked further into the room.

“What do you think’s up there?” Luke asked, craning his neck to try and get a look at what could be at the top of the stairs.

MC shuddered and crossed their arms. “Like Lucifer said, junk. Nothing important.”

There was a tingling feeling at the base of MC’s neck, their hand flew to the spot only to find nothing, but the uneasiness didn’t cease. Something was very... very off. A shudder creeped up their spine as Luke stepped closer to the staircase.

“Come on,” Luke tutted, placing a hand on the railing. “Demons are known liars!”

Luke was quite difficult to be friends with sometimes, MC had to admit.

With every step Luke took up the stairs, the sense of dread brewing in MC’s gut grew, but they remained rooted to the spot, it was almost like something was physically stopping them from getting closer to those stairs.

Luke stopped on the sixth step and craned his neck to look up again. “Hello?” He called out.

His little voice echoed up the staircase, he was met with no reply for a moment, until a massive shudder wracked both his and MC’s spines.

“Hello.” A voice replied.

Quick as lightning MC dove forward, taking three steps up the stairs despite what felt like electric shocks stabbing into their skin, and yanked Luke back down the stairs and out the door, closing it behind them. MC heard a lazy, carefree chuckle reverberate through their head, and a message that only MC could hear.

“Leaving so soon, Lucifer?”

...

Spooky right?

Anyway- back to Luke and MC being idiots together.

They headed back to Beel’s room to watch some Devildom kid shows, I assume Tom and Jerry just played on repeat.

Luke explained the reason he ran away from Purgatory Hall, and MC legitimately debated whether or not they should throw Luke out of the nearest window for all the jabs he was taking at demons.

“Simeon was going to go out for tea with Diavolo! He even said that I could ask Barbatos to instruct me on the finer points of baking!”

“What’s so bad about that?”

“They’re demons, MC! Simeon and I are angels from the Celestial Realm! We shouldn’t be consorting with demons.”

Once again, bless Beel and his lack of murderous rage when it came to anything other than food.

“MC, Lucifer would be upset if you broke a window.”

“What’s he talking about?”

“Nothing Luke, nothing you need to worry about.”

Don’t worry, no angels were harmed during the visit.

On day two of the extended sleepover, Luke and MC decided to go running around the house again.

“And this is the basement.” MC put their hands on their hips and kissed their teeth as they looked around the Underground tomb. “Perfectly creepy.”

Luke shuddered. “Is this house nothing but one creepy room after another..?”

MC smiled and stuck out their tongue. Their fear of the attic did not extend to the underground tomb. Not that they were actually afraid of the attic or anything...

“Why? You scared some big monster is gonna getcha?” MC teased.

“No!” Luke gasped. “I’m not scared!”

MC began to walk backwards into the darker depths of the tomb, their teasing tone echoing off of the walls. “Then come on! Don’t be chicken!”

Luke looked back and forth from the door out of there, to the rapidly disappearing figure of MC, he rushed after MC.

“I’m not scared of some dark basement.” Luke huffed.

“Why not~?” MC snickered. “There could be ghosts down here... tortured souls of those who were damned to Hell for all eternity~!”

MC swiped Luke’s hat and placed it on their head, Luke jumped at the sudden contact and began to try and get the hat back from MC.

“Stop trying to scare me!” Luke yapped, MC laughed and began to jog deeper into the tomb.

“Maybe there’s a monster that eats chihuahuas down here too! Who knows!” MC twirled the hat with their fingers and ran a little faster when Luke ran after them.

“I AM NOT A CHIHUAHUA!”

Sure, maybe it wasn’t the best course of action to tease and scare one’s friend instead of telling them what they said earlier was mean, but MC wasn’t the best at decision making.

When MC reached a dead end, they stopped and looked around, Luke crashed right into them. He managed to swipe his hat back from a now disinterested MC.

MC’s gaze landed on a book being held up by a statue, they padded over and looked up at it.

“Luke, do you know what that is?” MC asked, turning to look at their now very miffed friend.

“The... book? I don’t know.”

Truthfully, MC didn’t know either. During their first tour of the house, Mammon had interrupted the Underground tomb segment and Lucifer had to cut the tour short.

“It’s uh...” MC pursed their lips and tried to think of a convincing lie. “A spell book. Lucifer told me that it makes your magic really really strong, so he stuck it down here to hide it from Solomon.”

“Did I now?”

MC and Luke screamed and whirled around, there stood Lucifer himself, not looking terribly pleased with the two of them.

“MC, care to explain why you and the angel are so close to the Grimoire?” Lucifer’s words were icily calm, and MC knew that meant if they didn’t come up with a good explanation they’d be in big trouble.

“W-we were just playing down here...” MC trailed off, looking to Luke for some kind of backup before realizing what a stupid idea that was.

“Y-yeah! We were just-”

Lucifer stuck his thumb over his shoulder and glowered at the two. “Out.”

“Yes sir.” Luke and MC mumbled as they stepped away from the Grimoire, Lucifer relaxed slightly as the two walked past him and down the hall.

When the two got back up to Beel’s room, Luke suddenly gasped and turned to MC.

“You said it was a spell book!”

After that, MC got the feeling that Luke was no longer welcome in the house. What was the big deal about almost touching the Grimoire anyway? It could only override pacts and control demons-

Oh.

Balls.

Simeon got called to pick up Luke and before the two of them left MC assured Luke that he could come over and hang out anytime as long as he texted first.

Beel said Luke could come over and bake when the kitchen was fixed, poor Beel would have to do without Luke’s baked goods for a little while longer.

MC rested their chin on the coffee table they were kneeling in front of, stewing in annoyance. Their unfinished homework was practically mocking them, but the Demonology textbook was not what had them in their funk.

“MC, do your homework.” Lucifer said from the living room couch, he was comparing his phone to notes in a binder that was placed on his lap.

A grunt from MC caused him to raise an eyebrow. Their grasp on demonic language had improved, but Lucifer did not approve of them using their new skill to sass him.

“MC.” Lucifer chided, MC turned to look at him with a deadpan expression. “If there’s something wrong, either tell me, or do your work without complaining.”

MC turned back to their homework and tapped their pencil against the textbook, before puffing out their cheek and turning back to Lucifer.

“What’s in the attic?”

For the briefest of moments, Lucifer froze, he forcibly relaxed and went back to his work.

“Junk.” Lucifer replied. “Did you try and go up there?”

MC shook their head. “No, I went into the staircase room, but not up the stairs.”

Lucifer’s eyes flashed, he then took a deep breath and looked at MC. “Good, there’s nothing of interest up there anyway. If you did go up there you might break something or hurt yourself.”

“Okay.” MC sighed, trying to push the voice from the attic out of their mind. “What about the Grimoire? Why is it down in the tomb?”

Lucifer could feel his patience growing thinner and thinner with every question. “So it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.”

“Why not just destroy it?” MC asked, their question wasn’t meant to be taken as an insult or be malicious, it was just legitimate curiosity. “Wouldn’t that be safer?”

The first born hesitated before he answered. He looked over MC, before shaking his head. “...I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

MC’s eyes narrowed, but they went back to their work all the same. It would be about ten minutes of quiet before MC spoke up again.

“When Belphegor gets back from the human world, you’re going to have a lot of explaining to do, huh?”

Lucifer’s eyes snapped up to look at MC, who still had their back turned to him as they scribbled notes from the textbook. His grip on his DDD tightened as he replied.

“Why do you say that, MC?”

MC didn’t seem to register their father’s clipped tone, and shrugged. “Beel said that he isn’t answering his texts or calls, and when he sent up a letter Belphegor didn’t respond to that either.”

“The life of an exchange student is a busy one, as you can see.” Lucifer forcibly injected his last bit of remaining calmness into his words as he gestured at MC’s homework. MC laughed at that.

“Yeah well, I still make time to call my friends and ren back up in the human world.” MC giggled. “And I’m sure those text notifications about his older brother discovering that he has a child would make him pick up the phone.”

“Belphegor might have a much larger workload.” Lucifer retorted, trying to keep himself from snapping at MC.

“But still, you’d think he’d call his-”

“MC-” Lucifer snarled, MC whirled around, the fear and shock in their eyes caused anything Lucifer was going to say to die in his throat.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, before Lucifer took another deep breath and turned back to his work.

“Not right now, MC,” Lucifer whispered. “I’m working.”

...

To be continued...

#Obey me #Obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#obey me headcanons #obey me! headcanons #Obey me MC #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Satan #Lucifer’s Kid #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Luke #when I say to be continued- I mean more diverging from canon #I have a feeling the lovely London family trip went smoothly... totally

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