#but went yknow i could make my own post instead

[a-cat-in-toffee]

me: yeah im gonna go to sleep

also me: *proceeds to send my friend 650+ words of pepsisprite analysis*

thinking about john being a literal embodiment of the narrative and davesprite being an embodiment of the game. the game and the narrative are intrinsic to each other's existence, but without each other they would be useless. what's the point of the game if no ones watching, and whats the point of watching if no ones playing? john and davesprite’s relationship sort of mirrors that, davesprite wouldn't exist as a sprite if john had never died, but john WOULD have died if davesprite didnt save him. they're necessary to each other's creation and to each other's continued existence and relevance. 

they're the world's shittiest soulmates because their relationship is so riddled with the game and narrative but davesprite and john are tied together in a way which ends up with davesprite always ending up right next to john again. johndirk and pepsisprite are very related what with davesprite mirroring dirk in a bunch of ways, but the difference between the two ships is mainly when they would happen imo. (canon) johndirk can only work postcanon, mostly because they simply don't actually get to meet each other until then, whereas pepsisprite HAS to happen during the game, the 3 year trip to be precise. 

all they had were those 3 years together, really, before everything went to shit. obviously they had known each other before then, but that was john and dave. the "real" dave, before the specifications had to be made. it's kinda sad how because of the timeframe that pepsisprite would be able to work out in, they could never actually have a relationship. like they were both dealing with their own issues (most of which never were resolved, not fully) but it mightve fixed them tbh.

thats really why I'm a big fan of back to the beginning post game aus that include the splinters because their stories are never really completely resolved, most of them are sort of just brushed away or swept into something new (e.g. davepeta)

also going back to what I said earlier on how johndirk mirrors pepsisprite in a way, it does! but there's a lot of nuance to the situations? davesprite is more like bro than dave is, thus making him more like dirk, but he's still a dave yknow. pepsisprite is actually a closer parallel to jakehal, especially by the end of the boat trip with the vaguely antagonistic relationship the two of them have.

actually i think they should be kismesis sometimes as a treat. john has so much emotion and anger built up and having somewhere to vent out that frustration would probably be really good for him. at the same time, though, they're also moirails because john and dave are quite literally the closest humans can get to moirallegiance. john and davesprite transcend quadrants in the actual definition of it, embodying the quads all at once instead of vacillating.

davekat (a ship most people consider to embody all quads) sort of does something similar, however a lot of the time their characterization is of vacillation between redrom and blackrom vs where pepsisprite is happening simultaneously. 

davesprite *is* proud of john and he does really love his friends, however because of the trauma he went through growing up (which was later reinforced by all the shit that went down in the game) he can only express so "ironically" or backhandedly, and john is so repressed to hell and back that *he's* not even sure what emotions he's feeling half the time

I think the fact that the two of them can so effortlessly communicate despite all that, though, really shows you their relationship. john can see the genuine in davesprite's "ironic" statements, and davesprite can pick out john's feelings through all the happy freedom bullshit. they communicate so well despite everything because they're best friends and because they've known each other so long. davesprite is important to john just like john is important to davesprite, and they always end up right back next to each other.

#john egbert #davesprite #johndavesprite #pepsisprite #homestuck #hs meta #homestuck meta #they never leave my fucking brain y'all

[bookshelfpassageway]

I am once again asking people to consider the Ace Attorney playthrough by Save Data Team

Featuring: an actual lawyer, a group of 3 friends who genuinely like the game/story and at least one is playing blind, so many running jokes, my new headcanon Miles Edgeworth voice, unhinged questions from Ohio's bar exams, genuine interest in the context of the original Japanese version, increasingly absurd stream funding goals, canon Narumitsu, and much more

it starts off like a standard "that's not how law works!" series but do not be fooled. It's very good

Here's a fun highlight reel comp, or, this one from Case 5/Rise From the Ashes to see the gang in full swing of things

#my posts #save data team #ace attorney #phoenix wright #saw a post in the phoenix wright tags talking about how they were miffed about AA being the ''haha thats not how law work'' game and #i was TEMPTED to plug these guys as an example that was good and clearly came from a place of fondness for the series #but went yknow i could make my own post instead #i am playing through Apollo now and scurrying back and forth between my game and the vods to see how Save Data reacts to whats happening #(and then once i hook you in via this THEN I can spring the trap of save data also streams a dnd game which is popping OFF rn) #anyway all hail mike meekins: envoy of the blood dimension #Youtube

[targaryenluvs]

TWO FOR ONE!

pairings: hobie brown x fem!reader, miguel o hara x fem!reader (miguel pining)

warnings: none really, miguel’s a sad party pooper, flirting

summary: you were totally falling for hobie, and hobie was for you. but there was a third in this relationship, miguel. not that you noticed anyways, hobie did though.

word count: 2.5k

a/n: look at me go posting something not hunger games for once, i think i posted this before nd it got deleted but i saw the idea and half written re-do in my notes so y not!

Could this debrief be longer?

Hobie's heart skipped a beat as you leaned your head on his shoulder. He couldn't help but smile, secretly reveling in your closeness. "Yeah, Miguel, we're just enjoying your captivating storytelling skills," he said, his voice light and playful.


Miguel raised an eyebrow, not fully convinced by your response. However, he decided to let it go for now and continued with the debriefing.



You wanted to keep joking around so you leaned into talk to Hobie and you couldn’t help but notice how close he was. And god did he look pretty up close.



Hobie's heart raced as you leaned in to talk to him. He couldn't help but be acutely aware of your close proximity, your features illuminated in the soft light. His mind went blank for a moment, captivated by your beauty.


But he quickly regained his composure, flashing a charming smile. "You know, doll, you have a way of making even the most serious situations feel lighter," he whispered back, his voice filled with warmth.


Miguel's gaze flickered towards the two of you for a moment, a faint hint of suspicion flashing across his eyes, but he continued with the briefing, unaware of the budding connection between Hobie and You.


“Says you Hobs.” You laughed whilst poking his chest, “You always know how to make me smile no matter what’s going on. And- I love it.” You smiled.


Miguel couldn’t help but look over once in a while. He seemed, Jealous?


Hobie's heart skipped a beat at your words, a rush of warmth flooding his chest. "Well, doll, making you smile is definitely something I strive for. I'm glad I can bring some joy to your life," he said softly, his voice filled with a mix of affection and disbelief.

Ever since you both joined the spider-society he’d always found you to be a close friend of his, always the two of you laughing your asses off together no matter what.

Every time the two of you crashed over in each others universe you’d always been stuck with eachother. And overtime you’d managed to slowly fall in love with him, how could you not?


Miguel, observing the interaction between Hobie and you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. The intensity of his gaze hardened slightly, his brows furrowing before he broke his stare and continued with the briefing, his expression unreadable.


“Although your thick british accent isn’t the most helpful yknow?” You joked around as Hobie gasped, with his hand to his chest in fake shock, “How dare you? This accent is stunning, almost as stunning as the girl infront of me.” He spoke as you couldn’t help but blush.


You felt so red in the face so you buried your face in your hands. Jessica was addressing you all now and Miguel, instead of sitting at the front of the table, was right infront of Hobie and you.

Hobie couldn’t help but smirk.

He had the idea to rile him up.

And it seemed like even more of a great idea by the passing moment. So why not put it in motion?


Hobie grabbed your hands and joked, “C’mon lemme see that gorgeous face of yours.” Hobie smirked towards Miguel, and Miguel couldn’t contain himself.


“No stop- I’m so red!” You whisper-yelled.

Hobie's heart raced with both excitement and nervousness as he held your hands in his own, feeling the warmth against his own skin. He couldn't resist the opportunity to tease Miguel a little, especially when he saw the faint hint of jealousy in his eyes.

With a mischievous smirk, Hobie gently tugged your hands away from your face. "Oh, come on, Y/n. Let us bask in the glory of that redness. It only makes you more adorable," he whispered playfully, meeting Miguel's gaze for a split second.


Miguel shifted in his seat, an unmistakable flicker of annoyance crossing his features. He cleared his throat and looked away, attempting to redirect his focus back to Jessica's address, but the tension in the air was palpable.


“Fine! Fine! It’s gone anyway.” You smiled as you looked up at him. “You’re pretty cute yknow?” I teased as Hobie raised a brow, “Y’think? I bet I’m nothing compared to you love.” He teased back.


It seemed like Miguel had had enough as he coughed for your attention, “You two wanna pay attention to what’s going on or are you going to keep disturbing everyone?” Miguel scowled towards Hobie.


And as you were about to respond Hobie spoke up, “I don’t think we’re disrupting anyone Boss-man. Anyone feelin’ disrupted?” Hobie asked as everyone shrugged. Hobie looked back at Miguel and grinned, “See? Didn’t think so. Keep going Jess.” Hobie egged her on to continue with her debrief.


Hobie couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he defended both himself and you against Miguel's scowl. He couldn't resist a bit of playful banter with his boss, even if it was a subtle way of asserting his presence.

As dismissive Hobie seems to be, he was far from

it when it came to you. And you weren’t exactly the most observant, you never noticed the stares and comments from people, whilst he did.


You suppressed a giggle, hiding a smile by digging your face into Hobies shoulder as you watched the interaction between Hobie and Miguel. You were starting to notice the undercurrent of tension between the two men, but for now, you chose to remain silent and let Hobie take the lead.


Miguel huffed under his breath, clearly frustrated, but he reluctantly turned his attention back to Jessica and resumed the debrief, unable to deny Hobie's claim that they weren't being disruptive.


Hobie grinned triumphantly, stealing a quick glance at you to make sure your were okay before shifting his focus back to the debriefing, listening intently to Jessica's instructions. The subtle competition for you attention continued, a silent battle fought in stolen glances and playful banter (mostly on Hobies side). 


After the debrief you were so tired of work you decided to invite everyone out for drinks.


No spider-suits just normal clothes.


Hobie decided to host it on his Earth and even play with his band, Gwen, Pav Miles were excited to say the least. Peter had begged May to come along and she agreed after a few hours of convincing.

When you all arrived you were amazed when it came to the talking. You’d only ever heard Hobies British accent of course but it was so weird to hear it everywhere.


And through the night couldn’t help but look at Hobie with love. He looked absolutely fantastic outside of work, even more so on stage.


When he was on stage he wouldn’t stop looking at you and smiling, the only person in the bar who wasn’t smiling was-


“Y/n. How are you?” Miguel asked me as I turned around, “I’m- great honestly. It’s nice to see everyone outside of work. And Hobie is-“


“Absolutely incredible?” Hobie smiled as he wrapped an arm around your waist. “Oh my god yes! You were fantastic!” You shouted over the music as you hugged him tightly and he reciprocated.


Hobie couldn’t help but smirk as he looked at Miguel easily over your shoulder. “Glad you enjoyed Y/n,” He spoke loudly before lowering to my ear, “This set was especially for you.”


You withdrew from the hug and smiled widely, “No way! Really? Thank you oh my god you shouldn’t have! Miles looks like he needs saving over there but we’ll talk soon okay?” You smiled as you got on my tip toes to kiss him on the cheek before turning and waving to Miguel. The two began to talk as you left.



Hobie's heart practically leaped with joy as you praised his performance on stage. The way your eyes sparkled with admiration made his heart skip a beat. He couldn't contain the smile that graced his lips as he leaned into you, savoring the warmth of their hug.


Miguel's expression remained impassive, but the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his inner frustration. He watched as you and Hobie shared their moment, his eyes momentarily flickering with a mixture of envy and longing.


As you pulled away and mentioned needing to check on Miles, Hobie's smirk grew wider. He leaned in towards your ear, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the music. "All for you, doll. I'm glad you enjoyed it," he whispered, his tone filled with affection.


You beamed with happiness, grateful for Hobie's gesture. The tension between the two men lingered, even in your absence, as you made your way to Miles, their thoughts filled with the special connection they shared with Hobie.




“How’d you like my set mate?” Hobie smirked at Miguel.




Miguel raised an eyebrow, the tension between him and Hobie still palpable. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he watched you leave with a smile on their face after their interaction with Hobie.


"It was fine," Miguel replied curtly, not wanting to admit how much he had actually enjoyed Hobie's performance. "You seem to have quite the effect on Y/n," he added, unable to hide a hint of bitterness.


Hobie chuckled knowingly, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Well, Miguel, maybe if you showed a little more, pizzazz, you could have the same effect," he teased, leaning against the bar as he subtly scanned the crowd for your whereabouts.


Miguel scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't need anyone's approval," he grumbled, his tone defensive.


Hobie's smirk only grew wider as he continued to playfully provoke Miguel. "Oh, I know, Boss-man. But it wouldn't hurt to let loose once in a while," he said, his gaze returning to the stage where the band continued to play.


“Maybe she’d would like you more if you were more chill she’d open up to you like she does with me.” Hobie teased as he downed his drink.


���I don’t need you to give me tips. And why would I want her to chill with me? She’s a colleague nothing more.”


“Don’t you want it to be more? Every time you look at her you always want to say som more my man.” Hobie laughed.



Miguel's jaw tensed as Hobie continued to tease him, hitting a nerve with his observations. He tried to maintain his cool facade, but deep down, he couldn't completely deny his attraction towards you.


"She is a colleague, yes, but that doesn't mean I'm oblivious to her charms," Miguel retorted, his tone defensive. "But I don't need to prove anything to you or anyone else. My relationship with her is strictly professional."


Hobie's laughter filled the air, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "Oh, come on, Miguel. We both know there's more there. The way your eyes follow her whenever she leaves the room, the way you listen so intently to her words. Admit it, Boss-man, you're smitten," he taunted, raising his glass in a playful toast.


Miguel gritted his teeth, his frustration mounting. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Hobie. Let's just enjoy the night, shall we?" he replied, his voice strained.


Hobie's smirk softened slightly as he realized Miguel's true struggle. He took a deep breath, changing the subject. "Yeah, you're right. Let's just enjoy the night. We'll see what happens," he said, subtly shifting the conversation away from their unspoken competition for your affection.


Miles and Gwen were holding their own as you walked back.


“Hey I’m pretty tired, tonight was amazing but I think I should call it a night.” You smiled up at him.


“Oh no love there’s no way I’m letting you go at such a late time. You can crash with me yeah?” Hobie suggested.


“You sure? I don’t wanna be a n-“ Hobie cut me off with a hug, “Nah, you’re good. You wanna head out now?” He asked as you nodded, “You cold?”


You nodded again, “A little, I left my jumper at HQ.” Hobie quickly smiled, “I’ll go grab mine and say goodbye yeah? I’ll see you.” He said as he kissed the side of your head, leaving you with a pissed off Miguel.


"I'll wait for you here, just say your goodbyes," you shouted out, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. You really did like Hobie, you just hoped this night went smoothly.


Miguel kept his irritation in check, but his eyes narrowed as he observed the intimate gesture between Hobie and you. He tried to push aside his feelings of jealousy, reminding himself that he had no claim over you.


“You okay there?” You asked Miguel as you waited for Hobie, you reached out and rested your hand on his upper arm, “You seem- tense.”


Miguel eyes raised instantly at the insinuation, but quickly lowered as he realised you didn’t mean it that way. “I’m, I’m okay. Just a bit stressed from-“


Your eyes were wide, completely engaged in the conversation and Miguel suddenly felt- watched. “It’ll be okay Miguel. You’ve got a brilliant team, as well as brain, at HQ and we’re always here to help you. You shouldn’t try to do everything yourself, least us help you from time to time. You should have a life, no offence, outside of work.” You answered with a smile.



Miguel's guarded expression softened as you reached out and placed a reassuring hand on his arm. He couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort from your touch, your genuine concern shining through.

As he looked at your hand he noticed the intricate patterns all over and couldn’t help the smile, “It looks beautiful, what is it?”

“It’s Henna or in Punjabi more so Mehndi. It’s derived from a certain plant and basically is used for special occasions or just in general. It’s temporary but depending on what brand you use it lasts longer.”

Miguel felt happy, for once, seeing you smile so much and talk with passion about your culture made him warm inside. 


For a brief moment, Miguel entertained the thought of confiding in you, opening up about the weight he carried as the leader of the Spider Society. The desire for someone to understand his struggles tugged at his heart, but the fear of vulnerability held him back.

As Miguel spoke, he couldn't help but notice the way you looked at him, your eyes filled with kindness and understanding. For a moment, the weight on his shoulders felt a little lighter.

Perhaps there was room for more than just work in his life.


He met your eyes, the sincerity shining through, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. "You're right, Y/n. I appreciate your support more than you know," he replied, momentarily forgetting the tension between him and Hobie.



“Yeah Hobie. You gonna be okay Mig?” You asked.

Miguel hesitated for a moment, torn between his desire to be honest with you and the fear of revealing too much. He finally settled on a composed expression, his voice tinged with a hint of fatigue. He’d been working so hard lately and with you on his mind always, it was hard to focus. “But back to you, Miguel, are you sure-”

"I'll be fine, Y/n. Just tired, like I said. You two go ahead and have a good night," Miguel replied, his tone gentle yet distant. He tried to mask any hint of disappointment as he averted his gaze.

You exchanged a concerned glance with Hobie before giving Miguel a reassuring smile. "Alright, if you say so. Take care of yourself, Miguel. We'll catch up soon," You said, voice filled with genuine care.

Miguel nodded in response, the weight of his emotions growing heavier. As he watched Y/n and Hobie walk away, he couldn't help but long for a different outcome, one where he could let down his guard and pursue a deeper connection with you.

But for now, he had to accept his role as your boss and put your guy’s professional relationship first.

Maybe one day, you’d choose him.

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #atsv #miguel o’hara x reader

[postmodernbeliever]

sick and twisted- fox mulder x female reader (smutsmutsmutsmut)

in a sudden bout of sickness, you are staying with fox, who is yearning to take care of you (...in more ways than one.)

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hope you enjoy this incredibly horny thing... wrote this as i worked through raging period hormones <333 (sometimes i still get a little nervous to post these but yknow what. if im thinking it someone else is too probably. so yolo)

my ao3 | word count: 2,906

content tags: soft dom fox mulder, fox mulder the top of every girl's dreams, domestic fluff, fluff and smut, sickfic, sick reader, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering & sex, plus size reader if you squint, past fox was a little plus size if you ALSO SQUINT!!!!, idiots in love, pet names, smut, pain relief, talking you through it bc he's a nice boy, cross-posted on ao3

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it was twisted, the way fox was turned on by you being sick. it checked every fantasy in his head off the list and you didn't even know.

by the time you got off work last night, you felt the brain fog rolling in, and you came straight to fox’s place instead of your own- and he was more than happy to oblige you. he wanted to set you up in his bed, but you refused, so he made you a little home on his couch, fixed with his good pillows and the blanket you designated as your own months ago. the man had been itching to come home all day. his brain was so out of the loop, in fact, that he handed dana a case report only half completed, with sentences stopping midway through. his partner had to force him out of the office just so he didn’t screw anything else up, but he couldn’t care less, because he was on his way home to his girl. he even went to the store to get you ginger ale and animal crackers, because he knows that’s your favorite remedy. and god, if you weren't everything he’d been dreaming of since he left you last. 

you were splayed out on his couch beneath a blanket, coughing up a storm. your nose was red and irritated from blowing it into so many tissues, lips swollen from all the chapstick and chewing; a glassy, sleepy look glazed over your eyes, and your skin paled everywhere but your cheeks, which were flushed in a pretty little smear across your face. you were in his old academy t-shirt, which left room to breathe- he was a bit bigger back then, lucky for you- and a little pair of boxers that were hiked up your thighs from sitting in them all day. you were the vision he couldn’t have conjured even if he tried. he wished that they could make a calendar of just you, looking like this, for every month until he died. but above all, your voice was the part that truly drove him up the wall. you didn’t think of the raspiness as much more than grating, but to him? gruff, weak, gentle, needy, undeniably brutally irrefutably hot- he had a thesaurus written just to put it to words. every word that fell from your lethargic lips was like music to his ears; he could listen to your stuffy breathing forever.

fox had been taking care of you, despite your protests to leave you be. you didn't want to get him sick, but he didn't care. he insisted on keeping you company and doing mindless work at his living room desk until you felt like getting back into the world. that was another thing. seeing you helpless and dependent on him, needing him to feel better… he loved that. he loved spoiling you, feeding you, treating you like a princess. that's what you were to him. there was so much in his life that was out of his control, that he couldn’t protect, but you were the one constant thing he could keep safe. the one thing he could selfishly keep. there was no chance he was going to give that up so easily, not when you were catering to his urges so wonderfully.

it was getting late, but you'd slept all day, so the exhaustion behind your eyes was keeping you awake. overtired and restless, your head was throbbing, and you couldn't get comfortable. the man heard rustling from the couch and turned in his desk chair, a serene smile on his face. he noticed you shifting awkwardly and came to the rescue.

"what is it, baby?"

you ceased trying to rearrange the contents of the couch and let yourself flop against the pillows, huffing in aggravation. "ugh, nothing. just can't get comfy."

"let me help you," fox urged. he rose from his chair and stalked over, kneeling dutifully at the couch's edge to help you adjust the pillows behind your head and beneath your legs. "better?"

"mhm. thank you."

"of course. how’re you feeling?"

"not good," you pouted, voice thick with strain, "my head is killing me, and my stomach is aching. and my nose and throat, too… i took some medicine not too long ago, but it’s taking forever to kick in… ugh. you know i hate being sick."

that childish pout had his stomach churning. he knew this wasn't about him, and you needed rest, but he also couldn't ignore how enticing you looked, all innocent and sleepy on his couch. how you trailed off between thoughts, working through the sick haze in your head. he leaned over a bit to rest his hands on your lower abdomen, pressing the heels of his palms against your belly softly. you hummed at the touch, and he had to force his eyes not to roll back.

"what can i do to make you feel better?"

"can..." you trailed off. "maybe you could cuddle me?"

"i'd love to."

the man climbed onto the couch without a thought, allowing his body to mold to how yours curved. you felt his strong chest rising and falling against your back, the constancy soothing as he draped his arm over your side, letting his rough hands drift slowly back down to your tummy. fox pressed a few lazy kisses behind your ears, causing the hair on your arms to stand up stiff. his lips were always warm, but with your skin burning up as it was, they felt frigid.

"too cold?"

"mm-mm," you hummed. maybe they were, but you weren’t going to jeopardize him stopping. 

fox was starting to disregard his better judgment as he tucked himself into you, feeling the feverish heat of your back. he was more attuned to the motions you made than his thoughts. the way your hands, so soft, just a touch smaller than his own, laid safely atop his wrists; how when he rubbed slow circles against your aching stomach, you made a little noise that was something heavenly, both hum and sigh; how your left foot ran up and down your right leg, feeling the fuzzy fabric of the blanket wedged between. he was so lost in how good it felt to be wanted that it was crossing over into obsession. he wanted every square inch of you to need his attention. he wanted to touch every spot that felt sick and nurse you back to life- to have it engrained in your head that only he could make it feel better, and no one else. 

so engrossed in his urges, fox kissed a little more, and what started as innocent turned urgent. he sucked softly behind your ear, nipping relentlessly on that sensitive spot you had. you began to pant, feeling the fever chills leave and a different kind of warmth roll over you. you pushed your hips into his hands, trying not to squirm and failing miserably. 

"oh, god," you covered your face with your hands. “fox…”

fox’s low laugh rumbled against your shoulder blades. the man relished in your inability to resist. his fingers began to travel down to your boxers, and he tucked his hand right below the waistband. he put pressure right against your heat and you buried your face as best as possible into the couch cushion, letting out a helpless whine.

"feels good, right, baby?"

"a-ah," you hiccuped.

"m'just gonna touch it, that's all,”

"but-"

"i can make you feel so much better," he kissed your ear, "make all those aches go away so fast, baby. can i?”

"please," you whispered.

he reached down and dragged his fingers along the fabric separating him from what he wanted, feeling the wetness beneath. his touch was feather-light, and as he gently wriggled his fingers beneath the cotton, you squeezed your eyes shut and scratched softly at the knuckles of his hand still on your waist. you were struggling to do anything other than lie there, but he didn’t need a thing from you anyway. eagerly, you felt his steady fingers brush against your entrance, and his lips parted hungrily at how slick you were.

"god, you're so easy, aren’t you?"

fox dipped two fingers inside you, testing the waters. when your hips rocked back into his, he couldn’t bite back the greedy smile that overtook his face. impatient, he pushed them deeper, feeling the familiar pressure of you squeezing around his hand. you licked your chapped lips, feeling a knot tying itself in your tummy where he worked his fingers inside you. he’d been away a lot recently, so much so that this was a reminder of just how long his fingers truly were. 

"mm, now how’s that, sweetheart?"

"it’s… good," you drawled.

"you like it when i touch you like this, don't you? y’like how my fingers feel?"

you turned your head to look down at where his wrist disappeared beneath your boxers, and you keeled back against the pillow, meeting his broad shoulder. you shuddered in pleasure, and he craned his neck over to lock you in a kiss, feeling possessive like never before. he tasted the minty vicks above your lip and moaned right into your mouth.

"my poor, sick girl… just need me, don't you, baby? oh, you just want me to make it feel better, i know."

you practically melted into the couch as he buried his fingers between your hips. skillfully, he maneuvered you onto your back and crawled up and over so you could lay flat; he anchored his arm right over your head so he could stare down and watch the bliss reach your rosy face, all the while never taking his hand away. once you started breathing heavily and clenching around his fingers, he pulled them out, dragging his slick fingertips across your stomach, leaving shiny streaks behind. when you groaned at the loss, he clicked his tongue.

"no whining, angel. i'm not done. i'm gonna take good care of you."

you watched through spinning vision as he pushed down the couch, crawling low until he could lean over your hips. then, with his big palms stationed between your thighs, he spread you wide, ogling your plush pink folds.

"you're so pretty, baby. my pretty girl."

he pressed a few kisses on the mound just above where you ached, sending shocks up to the tips of your hair. then, he dipped his tongue right inside. he was too needy to start with kitten licks, so instead he swirled around, curling his tongue like a hook, big button nose rubbing against your clit as he breathed you like air. you were officially somewhere new, somewhere out of your own mind; his tongue was so long it could've been one of his god-given fingers, so warm inside you, so deep you couldn't see straight. 

"mmm- god- i love you.”

your toes curled as he moaned all kinds of sweet nothings into you, feeling the soundwaves rolling against your walls. just when his tongue had you going, he moved up to your clit and began sucking so hard you started seeing stars. you clamped your thighs around his head and felt his strong, rough hands grip the chub on them hard, fingertips digging enough to leave moon-shaped bruises. you tugged on his hair, unable to do anything but feel him against you and try not to slip away. but there was no stopping the way you floated in limbo, surrounded by the way he made you feel.

"fuck, baby, look at you," he growled between your hips. "c’mon. let me hear that scratchy little voice of yours."

"oh my god," you moaned, "oh, y-you... i... fox,"

"fuck, that's it. is it good, love, am i good?"

"you're so good! so…s-so good…fuck!" you fought not to trail off, but thinking was hard enough as it is.

“that’s my job, sweetheart.”

he kept himself there, getting off on the way you bucked your hips against his jaw. it didn’t take much longer for the burning in your stomach to grow unbearable, and through trembling little spasms confined by his stronghold on your waist, you unraveled right on his tongue. he came up for air with milky lips after working it out of you for a minute, pressing wet kisses all up your stomach and chest. you felt so dirty as you smiled down at the sheen trail of cum prints in the shape of his pretty lips.

“good girl. did that help?"

"mhm," you heaved, head spinning. “need…”

"what? what is it?"

"i- oh..."

"use your words, princess. words."

"c-can you- you..."

he knew what you wanted. he saw it in the pathetic way you glanced from your hips to his, too worked up to get it out. he chuckled in a way that sent chills up your legs and said, "awh, baby. you want me to fuck you now?"

you bit your lip and bucked your hips in the air. he lodged his leg between your thigh with a smirk and you pressed yourself against it, grinding on the worn fabric of his sweatpants. he felt a wet patch soaking through to his skin, and he twitched in anticipation. you batted your eyelashes and let out a raspy little noise, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt while you moved. and when a sniffle interrupted your humming, it drove him right over the edge.

"fuck. you’re so cute, you little tease.”

he shimmied his sweatpants down in an instant and wasted no time, groaning gutterally as he pushed in and bottomed out. you were hot around him, pulsing like a steady heartbeat.

"fuck, baby. never gets old,” he swooned, pressing a gentle kiss to your chin.  

he began to thrust in and out, hips rolling religiously into the curve of your legs. you clung to his shoulders and tugged him down so he was stuck against your neck, breath hot. he began to fuck you faster, pressing starving kisses to your collarbone, and you arched your back, gasping for a solid breath.

"oh my god!"

"god, you’re so tight," he growled, “been saving it all up for me, huh? missed me bad, i can tell,”

"mm… fox!”

"you like it when i fuck you like this? right on the couch, where anybody could see in that window? say it, baby,”

"i love it," you croaked, gathering the little tufts of overgrown hair at the nape of fox’s neck and tugging them in a last-ditch effort to ground yourself. he tipped his head back into your touch and whined, and you gave a dizzy, darling smile.

"god, i love you. i love you, i love you, i fucking love you," he praised, timing every confession with a thrust of his hips.

all you could manage was a distracted, "m-me... too... ah!"

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he uprighted himself and yanked you by the love handles, dragging you down the couch like a doll. he clawed at your hips, leaving red marks he’d have to soothe later. fox snapped harder and harder, losing control but not caring at all; you let him take you in his hands, surrendering until you couldn't take anymore, and suddenly the knot in your stomach burst. you shivered and writhed all around, whispering his name like a strangled prayer as your hands searched for something to squeeze. he leaned down so you could grab his biceps, and you scratched at them like a cat, a string of lewd things falling from your tired mouth. he came undone as you clenched around him, and his warmth in your tummy was so thick you felt like you could feel it in your throat. 

"so good, baby, jesus christ," fox wheezed. "you sound so pretty when you’re sick. can’t help myself."

you were nearly unresponsive. your head had never spun the way it did now, and your ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton, along with your throat. you couldn't form any words, all you could do was claw at his arms and tremble, face stuck in a permanent state of bliss. 

"feeling any better?" fox pressed little kisses to your chin and neck and eyes, and he traced shapes on your stomach to wake you up. "come on, princess, open your eyes. come back to me.” when you smiled and sighed, letting out an embarrassed giggle, he cooed, "there she is, my pretty girl."

"mhm."

"still feel bad?"

you shook your head sweetly, eyes drooping. "nuh-uh."

his heart swelled and he just wanted to eat you alive, so he did the next best thing. he leaned down and kissed your swollen lips with a softness he abandoned just minutes ago, swiping his tongue against your lips and all over your face. he kissed you with all the maneuvers of love he could muster, and you hummed against his mouth, pulling on his hair to hear those pretty little sounds again.

"you’ve got me so whipped, sweetheart," he purred between kisses, "just wanna take care of you."

"you're so good at it," you blushed.

"i do what i can." 

he kissed and kissed and kissed you into the couch, and all that kissing got heated, and one thing led to another because the two of you simply couldn’t help yourselves. and the next day, he woke up as sick as you. who saw that coming?

#Spotify #fox mulder #x files #spooky mulder #the x files #fox mulder x reader #fox mulder x you #domestic fox mulder #soft fox mulder #fox mulder x reader fluff #fox mulder fluff #fox mulder smut #x files smut #smut and fluff #plus size hehehehhe

[percivaldeltaco]

MILGRAM Guilty/Innocent verdicts, according to my father

MILGRAM, but instead of forming my own opinions I scroll randomly through the YouTube comments of each video, take the first theory I see, explain it poorly to my father and have HIM judge them guilty/innocent based off of that.

aka.

A 50 year old Taiwanese man’s opinions on MILGRAM characters. (He, as a doctor, had a LOT to say about Shidou)

[note that this was posted between It’s Not My Fault and Triage.]

vvvv

ME: State your name and occupation, please.

DAD: Dad, Physician.

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Haruka (no. 01) (no idea how to sum up the common consensus on him, but yknow what I’m thinking of) - INNOCENT

“I dunno... I think this guy needs treatment. I don’t know, there’s actually no causal link between having a learning disability, being neglected, and like, killing small creatures.” 

“They say killing animals in your youth is a risk factor for predicting if someone’s gonna grow up to be, an actual, y’know.” 

“I mean, so, forgivable? I mean, only in the sense that y’know, this may be part of him that’s sort of intrinsically broken and he really just needs treatment.”

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Yuno (no. 02) (abortion “theory”) - INNOCENT

“Well, I mean, I don’t really have any- to me this is not an issue... I don’t think there’s any particular moral wrong here, I mean y’know, she does what she does, she was in a position that she found herself pregnant and she didn’t want to be pregnant so she had a perfectly legal and safe medical procedure to take care of it.”

I brought up the fact it might not have been legal.

“Well, I mean, either way, I don’t see that it’s an issue. I don’t have any issue with it.”

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Fuuta (no. 03) (doxxing/cyberbullying theory) - GUILTY

“Yeah, well, I don’t really think there’s anything particularly excusable about this one.”

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Muu (no. 04) (bully -> bullied “theory”, I brought up the lesbian theory to him and presented it as an additional option as well) - GUILTY

“I dunno. I mean, honestly, I don’t really have much sympathy in this case. If you’re gonna dish it out you better be ready to take it.”

“Look, if you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen, alright?! Y’know, I mean, seriously!”

“This is like, at best it’s just pure hypocrisy, okay, well turnabout. You didn’t think about it until you were the object.”

My sister makes an Ace Attorney reference referring to the word ‘turnabout’. He texts her an Ace Attorney meme. 

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Shidou (no. 05) (organ harvester theory) - GUILTY

laughing

“This is not how any of this works, okay? You cannot just whip organs out of one person and bung (?) ‘em into someone else and it’s gonna be like ‘Wow, that’s awesome’!”

“Yeah, see, that to me is too far out there. I can’t even say because that’s now how it functions.”

I ask him if hypothetically you could, what the verdict would be.

“Even if you had a whole... You could some how make it work... it’s still not- no.”

“Besides, you can’t even perform surgeries at 29 unless you went through med school very quickly.”

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Mahiru (no. 06) (toxic relationship + suicide theory) - GUILTY

“She sounds... extremely emotionally immature. I don’t think she was ready for a relationship.”

“Now, why didn’t the guy just dump her and walk away?”

I explain the ‘breakup ritual’ line, and bring up the ‘both sides toxic’ theory.

“Well, I mean, is there any evidence at all to support that sort of thing?”

I explain the vagueness of the video.

“Yeah, I dunno, I mean absent to any further data I’m not inclined to be merciful here.”

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Kazui (no. 07) (cheating + suicide theory) - INNOCENT

“I mean, sad to say, it’s not an uncommon phenomenon. It’s a thing that happens, y’know,”

sigh

“So I don’t really, I mean, depending on how he broke it to her, I suppose, and if he actually DID have an affair or had just contemplated one.”

“Or even then, I sort of feel like jumping off a balcony over it is a little bit of an overreaction.”

“A lot depends on the specific details about how this came out, assuming that’s the correct story. I mean, the situation is sad, but at least the way it’s presented I don’t feel like I can hold him at fault for her deciding to throw herself to her death.”

“Well, I mean, and I think legally you couldn’t really say anything about it. I mean, he’s responsible in part but it’s not like he pushed her or anything like that.”

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Amane (no. 08) (cult theory) - INNOCENT

“I mean, the thing is. This is one of those classic cases- assuming she’s been completely brainwashed by this cult, that’s one of those cases where deprogramming has to be the first step.”

“It’s related to not guilty by reason of insanity, this is someone who’s worldview has been warped to the extent that they’ve presumably sworn their unthinking allegiance to whoever their leader is.”

“Obviously she’s directly responsible, though I don’t know how a twelve year old can beat someone to death.”

“You would need therapy and deprogramming, before you try to bring it to trial.”

“It also depends on if the therapy turns out successful or not.”

I mention she’s twelve.

laughing.

“Alright, so like, automatically guilty then.”

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Mikoto (no. 09) (DID “theory”) - INNOCENT

“I mean... really? Does this alter even have a name?”

“I mean, legally you can’t render judgement here.” 

“I mean, assuming the alter was the one murdering people?”

“Yeah, I mean, I dunno, if he truly is suffering from this disorder, it’s like the other ones, we can’t hold him responsible.”

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Kotoko (no. 10) (vigilante “theory”) - GUILTY

“So, basically... did she intend to kill him? Or did she try to beat him up and get carried away?”

I explain that she did intend to kill.

“Y’know, the fact of the matter is, as great as it sounds, I don’t really condone vigilantism. She knows exactly what she’s doing, right?”

I say yes.

“Okay, well, in that case, then I would think that she should be prepared to face the consequences.”

“Yeah, so this also sounds like someone who feels that they are above society’s rules. Not something I feel completely comfortable with, even if now they appear to be doing things on the right side.”

----

notes: 

also said, at the end: “Just because someone cannot be held morally responsible for their actions also does not mean we should have them out roaming the streets.”

bold (no italics) is things that I said. Italics is things he did. 

#milgram theory #milgram project #milgram #kotoko yuzuriha #mikoto kayano #amane momose #kazui mukuhara #mahiru shiina #shidou kirisaki #muu kusunoki #fuuta kajiyama #yuno kashiki #haruka sakurai #dang my dad is so not based #and yet based on parts of it too

[streaminn]

Hmm.. Have you guys ever heard of the word bitching in an omegaverse context?

I was thinking of my scent blind au where enid so desperately wished she could've been an alpha so she would be right for wednesday during heaven and back

Content warning for straight up Addams obsession, delusional thoughts and Wednesday lowkey going to the deep end to make sure her and Enid get together even if it meant biologically changing herself

Bc yknow how Addams don't do things in halves, right? It's a whole fanon thing and I'm pretty sure there's signs of it in the show.

It starts like this, Enid is an alpha and Wednesday is a beta.

Simple facts, so very chill. They're still roommates, theyre older now and everything is OK

Except ever since Enid presented, having been a late bloomer like the show, she's been.. Different.

Wednesday isn't stupid, sure she may not have the safe rabid instincts as an omega or an alpha but she can smell well for a beta and she can see the way Enid's face will soften at any distressed omega nearby

It's irritatingly sweet, the way Enid would try to calm them down with her own scent. Except, since she's so new, she forgets how easily safety could equal something else

After the third time Enid has gotten accosted in the way to the dorm room, Wednesday quite frankly was irritated. She would love to stab those pesky students and go on her day but that meant showing that she was bothered

And Wednesday Addams wasn't bothered by anything, why should she? So what, her roommate is simply popular, it happens

Except, there's a part of her that feels wrong whenever she sees yoko drape herself over Divina. She eyes the way the omega would purr and how Divina would roll her eyes yet nose at her hair.

It's sickenly sweet

It's what her parents have it's what she wants with Enid

Being a beta in this au meant three things. One, you don't have an intoxicating scent and thus getting a mate is a tons more harder. Two, you're not built to take an alpha, it's a biological thing and three, the chances of getting a kid is all the more lower

Which is what most alphas would want

It's what Enid would want

So practically everything is against Wednesday. She can't entice Enid like most can do, she is literally not built for her and she knows of how Enid wishes for a family

Wednesday quite frankly isn't the type to wish for a family, quite aware of how troublesome it is but she's willing to change that for Enid

Anything for Enid, for the woman with nothing yet still tried to give her everything

Anything for her.

So, once again, it starts with the internet

Wednesday is ashamed, how far has she fallen to seek for reassurance that beta and alpha relationships could happen? Pretty badly, because when she scrolls and ignores the sobbing cries of beta's feeling inadequate in random blogs, she finds a reply to a rather sad post

It was a question of "pls guys, my alpha keeps looking at others instead of me. I know that I cant entice him like they can but surely there's smth I can do!?"

There were assurances in the replies, others saying that it's not the OP's fault that their alpha couldn't keep their nose to themself until one catches her eyes

It was a reply from a deleted user.

"have you ever thought of being bitched? You wouldn't fully be an omega but you'll pass as one to him and isn't that what matters in the end?"

The thoughts of other users below that were outraged. Whatever this bitching is, it's clearly taboo.

But those words.. "pass as one"

It's not the answer she wanted, but it's close enough.

It's enough to make Wednesday stay up and scour the internet all the more. She delved deeper into chat rooms, posing as an alpha with a kink because the more she went, the more she noted that whatever this is isn't normal at all. She couldn't come in regularly, else she risk losing actual good information

Bitching, from what she's seen, is the process of changing ones second status to an omega. Usually done against someone's will because who would want to willingly bitch themselves? Who would dare degrade themself into smth they weren't born too?

Me, Wednesday thinks as she notes it down. I would.

This is all she did for the next few days, staring at the pc and noting down as much as she could.

She got dragged out once or twice by a concerned Enid because ofcourse she did. The alpha has always been so caring, making sure to knock before cracking it open to ask if they'd like to eat together at the diner that just opened up

Wednesday agrees, she always does and so Wenclair set out. It's times like these where everything else fades away to nothing, status doesn't matter and it's imply just the two of them

Until the waiter comes in, all sly smiles and neck bared. Enid sniffs and Wednesday stops herself from stabbing her fork into the omega's throat when she sees those gorgeous blue eyes of enid's dilate

Don't look at anyone else, Wednesday wants to scream. You don't need them, I'm right here- But she can't do that, so she digs her nails into her palms as she slips into her thoughts

What happens in the diner is enough of a reminder that she needs to do this.

In the end of the weekend, Wednesday has finally concluded her research. The deleted user was right, she wouldn't be an omega but she sure will pass as one.

Her fertility will be the same but she can start producing the same addicting aroma and slick that entices all alpha's once she's done with the process

It sounds all well and dandy except it takes months to a whole year or two of constant dedication to get these results. It irates Wednesday but luckily, if the beta is reciprocating, the outcome is said to be all the more simpler, effective and overall efficient.

Wednesday couldn't stop a smile from growing as she eyes the last few words of her research.

if the beta in question was being bitched to the scent of one alpha in particular, then once the bitching was complete, both parties would become biologically attracted to one another’s scents and be driven to mate.

That was the confirmation wednesday needed, she would literally be made for Enid and Enid would have no choice but to realize it too once it was all over.

And finally, the best part:

all of the required steps could actually be accomplished without the alpha's participation or awareness

Good.

Anyways, degenerate Wednesday..? Love that, she can be such a creep and id like to build on it. If you wanna see more do send an ask! Aight thanks peace

Here's the continuation to this post where Wednesday gets what she wants

#Omegaverse #Wenclair #Au thoughts #🤨 #Do tell me your thoughts #I spent way too much time typing it out

[bee-ina-boat]

hi friends :D! i FINALLY finished my concept art for mythos!Jon and im so happy with him- look at him. plese. i spent so long on this

the sketches were all of my initial concept art for him! he's. so fun to draw. even if it did take me a bit to figure out how to do so. i love his hair ;_; <3

overall his design is very inspired roman Catholicism but. like. more fun? idk lol i just vibe with it. might make the tie darker? and the gloves with his cassock might look good with another color? eh! whatev, i might change it i might not- but this is it so far :D!

for context the Magnus Mythos is an au where the fears are gods rather than paranormal entities like in canon- here is my initial post on that if you want to know more! or if you just want to see art of the Ceaseless watcher :3!!! im really so happy so many of y'all seemed to like it ;w; it makes me feel so warm aa ilu all <3

putting all Jon's lore stuff under the cut!!!

highly recommend you read the linked post because alot of this probably wont make much sense otherwise dsjgfdjgfdb-

so, as a young child Jon grew up neutral on religion. his grandmother didn't favor any one of the gods more than the other and that sort of thinking carried over to him for a good while

when Jon was 8, he had a close encounter with a creature born from the Web: a giant spider that would tell you your fate (and possibly offer you a gift) if you gave it a sacrifice

Jon had found an old fable book with a map to it's nest. of course he had no intention of following it, just enjoying the stories inside! but a thief snagged the book from him- and upon realizing what the book led too -took Jon with him as his sacrifice

when they reached the nest after a long journey, the thief presented Jon to the spider. but the spider did not take him, it took the thief- and the little Jon could only watch, frozen in terror, as his captor was eaten by the giant spider.

after it finished its meal, the spider told Jon that his fate was of a cosmic importance, "I'm quite excited to see how this plays out," it said.

naturally this was kinda traumatizing for the child that literally just wanted to read but ok :l

the whole experience brought jon a phobia of spiders, a distrust and fear of strangers, general paranoia, ptsd, and a rejection of the webs power and the concept of fate as a whole

now- its not uncommon for some people to reject the powers of certain gods? some things born from their power are quite unpleasant, so there are steps one may take to protect themselves from the powers of one or more of the gods. (its complicated to explain but i hope that makes sense-)

suffice to say jon does NOT want to be controlled or have his fate decided by anyone or anything like that! being THAT important is scary!!! so he tries very hard to prevent any powers of the web coming near him- and he also tries to keep a low profile so he can live a calm and peaceful life without. yknow. being an important part of the fate of the entire bloody world.

he turns to the cult of the Beholding for salvation. after all, its whole thing is being aware and knowing things, and jon wanted nothing more than to know what wanted to hurt him and what didn't.

moving to London, he joined the House of Magnus, and went from a devotee to a researcher.

he became friends with Tim: a man who turned to the beholding out of his own rejection for the Stranger, and Sasha: a young woman who'd worshipped the beholding and worked at the house of magnus her entire life.

things were great for a while, and then the head archivist, Gertrude Robinson, disappeared.

normally the previous archivist would choose someone to pass the position down to, but her disappearance meant that the current head of the church, Elias, would have to choose instead. and he gave the position to Jon

it was absurd! Jon didn't want the position of archivist- everyone knew about the prophecy and Jon certainly didn't want that much pressure on him!!

not to mention- it became pretty much expected that Sasha would become the next archivist! given her history of devotion, her skills, all the work she did for everyone, hell- Gertrude even mentored her for half her life for god's sake!

Elias's reasoning was that Gertrude had broken the Archivists oath: to always protect and preserve knowledge. he claimed that the Ceaseless Watcher itself had requested Jon rather than Sasha, as Gertrude's choices were not to be trusted. and it was not up for debate what their patron wanted...

so there was no choice. jon was terrified, sasha was devastated, and tim was furious for them both.

the ceremony went on, jon was given the Watchers Crown (the sacred headpiece of the archivist) and then he went down to the archives with tim and sasha as his chosen assistants.

Elias sent down another down with them- Martin, a librarian who devoted himself to both the eye and the web. Jon was not so keen to be trusting a devotee of the web, especially with all the stress going through his head at the moment- so he wasn't very warm to martin.

as the archivist- jon does his best to do the work he was given, frequently requesting help and teachings from sasha as she clearly knew more about this than him. all throughout, he squished any spider he found. and stubbornly refused to give in to any possible notion of him being the one from the prophecy. he couldnt be. he refused it.

but the will of one man is far outweighed by that of a god, and at some point he just might have to accept the responsibility he deep down knows is his...

AAAAAAAAAAA THAT WAS ALOT- if you read this entire fucking essay then just know i love you so so so much and i am hugging you tightly ;_;

thanks for dealing with another round of my brainrot!! im thinking of working on sasha, martin, or the web's design next :3

#my art #myart #religious themes #religion tw #tma #magnus archives #the magnus archives #magpod #tma fears #the fear entities #tma au #the magnus mythos #the archivist #jonathan sims #tma jon #jon sims #jarchivist #digital art #long post

[zeb-z]

to be fair, I don't think qroier not trusting qbad is particularly new haha. i think it's been going on for a while even before purgatory. the only thing purgatory did with that particularly relationship is it gave qroier an excuse to be more vocal in his annoyance

( @lucienff the themes of these are similar so I’m answering the ask and responding in one post instead of the comments, hope you don’t mind :3 )

I agree with the read that Roier didn’t particularly trust Bad before, but I think that at a baseline, Roier doesn’t have much trust with most anyone to begin with. I think everything that had happened with Spreen back in the beginning of the server is something that is a large cause in that, because its still something he is suffering from months later - it’s just in true Roier fashion, it’s something he doesn’t really talk about to others. He’s only recently shared it and talked about it with Cellbit.

But even then, he had a respect for Bad. When the eggs first went missing, and they were both visibly affected by the stress, they had moments of somewhat acknowledging the other, but sticking to the script of “oh I’m fine” yknow what I mean? And before purgatory, yeah, there was no doubt that Bad cared for the eggs, and could be trusted in that regard.

But post Purgatory, I think that baseline trust has been shaken. He doesn’t let Bad see Pepito when he visited the castle, makes excuses for him to leave, and then afterwards talks to himself about how he’s angry that everyone seems to have forgotten Purgatory (both in the context that he also doesn’t trust Pepito, and he doesn’t want Bad coming up to him as if the past two weeks didn’t happen). When Leo wakes up, and Bad is around trying to talk with them, he makes a point of pulling her away. Of putting himself between Leo and Bad. And it’s in the subtle, usual jesting way he’s done before with Bad (“you can only drink lava once yknow. sure, try it, I’m not going though!” and “stranger danger Leo, stranger danger!” etc etc. said with enough dramatics it keeps it lighthearted, because that’s what Roier does).

I don’t think Roier is actively thinking he should mistrust Bad with the eggs specifically. I don’t think that he thinks Bad doesn’t care about the eggs. I just think he hasn’t fully trusted Bad before, and now since Purgatory he doesn’t trust him at all, for good reason - Bad was very much an instigator and a cause for both his own torment and his family’s (Jaiden namely, what with the spawn killing, and Cellbit, Foolish). It’s no longer a ‘this guy is a thorn in my side and I don’t trust him’ kinda petty drama between islanders. It’s a ‘this guy went back on the deal to keep the score 50/50 and did so under the impression we as the losing team could die’ kind of situation. A ‘we spent the past few weeks in hell and this guy repeatedly not only killed, but went over the top in tormenting my family and myself, I don’t trust him’ kind of situation. It’s not an excuse to be petty or properly annoyed, it’s a result of how Bad burned all his bridges in purgatory. It’s in large part a trauma response.

It doesn’t matter that Bad has never once been a threat to Leo, that he’s taken care of her multiple times, that he has always checked in with the eggs and cared for them - it matters that Leo is his sister, that Pepito is under his care, and he Does Not Trust Bad.

#it’s like yeah there’s always been the half joshing around half ‘man I hate that guy’ thing between them. not quite like bad and foolish bu #similar enough I agree #but like. purgatory got serious quick. and Roier is not going to pretend like it didn’t happen. and he’s not moving on as everyone else is #or how everyone else seems to be I should say #so it’s like. yeah Roier doesn’t really fully trust anybody. but from the events of purgatory he Really does not trust Bad #I think it’s just more intense than that yknow. bad is so quick to brush off purgatory as something that can be looked over (not counting - #-the times he just doesn’t remember it at all due to his memory loss) because it’s inconsequential to him. and he has this way of #brushing off extreme things because he both genuinely has a different moral viewpoint and because he can and will ‘I’m just a little guy #and ‘what’s a little psychological and physical torment between friends :3’ his way outta it #but it is serious. especially to the others. especially to Roier. it’s not just gonna be swept under and there will continue to be fallouts #idk. it’s not just a case of ‘I always knew I hated that guy and now I have an excuse’. it’s a ‘I am in severe psychological distress in #large part to this guy in particular and do not trust him with the time of day’ yknow what I mean #everyone has been showing their own trauma from purgatory but Roier is especially showing the mistrust and anger from it #mcyt #qsmp #q!bbh #q!roier #anon #z speaks

[writtengalaxies]

We got ghost! Da but how about eldritch entity! Da? 🤔🤔🤔 I sortof headcannon the da as to be spooky and creepy like dark but more powerful than dark more than they show since they spent the longest in the upside down(?)

The powers or attributes they would have:

Some of them are similar in a way with dark but also different

Like him having the chromatic abberation, instead they would have like whispy smoke like fading (maybe blurry) almost as if you cant see them whole as mostly some parts everywhere are missing and it changes everytime

Also the thing where dark multiplies the screen the da can recreate this but having its own twist and its reflection! Like one of those house of mirrors!! I like to think that there are some barts to be funky ones but some of them are just very spooky. Is it showing the future or what would be the alternative? Who knows! (why is there a rotting corpse do i see??)

Mirrors are definitely their domain! Its dope they can manipulate what they want to show to the people or when the passerby took a quick glance.. yknow just casually make anyone loose their mind >:3

My brain is just cooking up like a very angry ballistic da who have lost to the voices inside the upside down creating havoc and dark just saw them and something snapped in him realizing what he had done and how could they forgotten them. Just like wilford they went mad but in another way >:3

Got to rambling abit i find it pretty cool if the da werent so human-ish and I'm curious about yours! :D

OH HO HO YES I DO LOVE AN UNHINGED DA.

So, my original DA basically did lean a little more eldritch, so I adore seeing more of this! (I wrote...like, 50k words in May and posted it on Ao3)

I'm always so madly in love with these ideas!

I also love all the DA designs that have cracks in them like the mirror as a reflection of that! Or being able to change their appearance to mimic someone, but it's always reflected.

I personally love the same idea of like...Dark's ringing aura but it's the sound of static! (You know when you get to a TV channel that doesn't have anything broadcast to it and it's that hissing sound, and the visual snow? That sound, and the cracks in their skin being that static snow)

I may or may not have also written that mirror so it reflects the DA, Dark, Actor, and Wilford as they were the night of the party, not how they look now.

OH BUT IF THEY WERE LEFT THERE.

IF THEY HAD BEEN LEFT THERE FOR SO LONG.

And Dark's void is just an extension of that place (and yeah I do remember the WKM explanation stream calling it the Upside Down LOL)...

Him going to set a scene for whoever is the Actor's next victim in his stories, to warn them...and instead finding the DA. Broken and dangerous, snarling and unable to hold onto who they were, their form constantly shifting, almost nothing of how they looked before remaining. Violent and giddy about it, because what does it matter in this place they can't escape from? His little monster now a monster.

And it's all his fault.

:D

#askbox and you shall receive #tall dark and spooky #eldritch horror DA #markiplier egos #darkiplier #heeheehee inhuman DA designs bring me JOY

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V9C6

Pro tip: never let someone who doesn’t understand the RP in RPG run a DnD campaign

Post Ep: quite possibly the best episode of the season so far. Things actually happened for once, and it was all character focused. By V9 standards this is an absolute masterpiece

Hey the OP changed to show Jaune’s ugly ass breaking the 4th wall. Don’t care about your sad face dude

Oh goddammit not this 1st POV shit again. I get doing it for Ruby bc yknow. Main character. Show’s named after her and everything. Jaune? Not so much

So we don’t even get an indication of when Jaune originally showed up? Where even is he?

Ah yes, let’s just skip right past the trauma of someone waiting literally decades for people he knows are coming but not when to have some silly whoosh sound effects and bullet fast questions

One thing I will say is I much prefer this voice to his usual. It’s far more natural and far less grating on my soul

WHY ARE THEY MAKING WEISS LIKE THIS. WHO IS THIS BITCH AND WHERE IS THE REAL WEISS

Like, if she’d shown any interest in an older man before this then, fine, Weiss would be into older men, but this is coming from literally fucking nowhere and feels like, yet again, the writers are catering to themselves via their pet rather than thinking about what the characters would actually do

“We got everybody out” think you’re missing a few dozen folks. Yknow. The ones who Cinder exploded off the bridge? Even if the explosion killed all of them, which is statistically unlikely, there would still be bodies somewhere. Thanks to the timey whimey fuckery, we could see them falling from the sky at any time, which would be gruesome as fuck but a very poignant moment of failure for them all

Aaaaaand once again the team’s attempts to have a proper fucking discussion about their past actions and the subsequent consequences interrupted. By fucking Jaune. Goddammit

“What cat?” Does Jaune not know the story or is he attempting to clarify it’s Curious instead of some other resident? Also, damn that was actually a good bit of voice acting. Is this Luna or is someone else playing Elder Banana Boy?

The framing of Curious Cat under clear skies to Jaune under dark clouds is really fucking good. Wonder if the protruding jackalope antlers means something or if it’s just too big to leave out of frame

“This place really is the pits” I’m not entirely sure this is something Weiss would say, but punderful crossroads ig

So the tree is the source of the Againing? I feel it’d be more impactful if residents went to the tree willingly, like a sacred pilgrimage, rather than being dropped through a hole

Though this does present an interesting choice for Ruby: go to the tree and become someone new or continue with the choices and responsibilities. It must be incredibly tempting

“[Yang and Blake] must’ve had something bigger to work out.” Shut the fuck up their romance isn’t even tied to any character arcs or thematic problems; they’ve just been circling each other for fucking seasons while ignoring everything and everyone else. This is NOT bigger than what’s already at hand

Ah yes, the perfect solution to force a romantic confession: dangling people on a rickety bridge in high winds. Guess that brings a new meaning to “falling for you”

“So, what, Alyx lied?” Damn sure would be nice to know the actual story so we can feel the same betrayal the characters do

God can I just skip over the high rise bumblebee moments? I’m cringing so hard my intestines are straightening out. Also is it just me or is the animation around these parts really strange? I can’t put my finger on it but it’s wigging me out

Not entirely sure how I’m feeling about this Alyx reveal. Would it really have been so wrong for an innocent, naive girl in strange and overwhelming circumstances to make terrible mistakes? Wouldn’t that be far more relevant to Ruby’s own journey, especially if Alyx never learned to take responsibility? Especially if one of those mistakes cost her a brother she never spoke of again, perhaps eventually even forgot due to the guilt?

Idk this kinda feels like another complicated, morally grey situation being boiled down to “bad person hurt good person so we hate the bad person." Also, not great that she and the dead bro are the only ones darker than milk this season. Gr8 representation rt

“You have cat ears!” ...why are we alive? Just to suffer? I swear this volume has made more of a fuss about Blake’s status as a “non-human” than all other volumes combined. SHE IS JUST A HUMAN WITH CAT EARS I’M GOING TO EAT A FUCKING FRIDGE

“Maybe it’s saying things we’ve never said to each other.” Damn y’all haven’t really done any talking about anything so if that’s the rule y’all could reach the platform by straight up talking about the weather or books and videogames

Also this forced confession feels really icky. They’re basically hostages to the environment. It’s not cute that the confession is coming out of this situation, it’s fucking appalling. Especially when you consider how much better and more natural it would’ve been in V6 or V7. Hell, I’d take a wildly out of place kiss in V8 rather than this

I think Blake should’ve been the one to say it first. She’s the one with the running away problem, so her being the one to step up and face her fears in such a personal manner would be far better for her character arc than urging Yang to take the leap instead

“You never give up on people, even when they hurt you.” Adam Taurus and every White Fang member she’s killed is calling bullshit. Blake never tried reaching out to any of these people and clearly had no problem slicing and dicing them for the sake of humans who give zero shits about faunus rights

“You never give up” I think her retreat in V4 counts as giving up, Yang, but you wouldn’t know that because you’ve NEVER FUCKING TALKED

Huzzah, a kiss! Now, how about a proper, healthy relationship?

So Curious knew the story all along? Which means we didn’t have to suffer that obnoxious, self-righteous snore of a “love letter to the fandom” because it was required for the plot. We suffered it because the writers wanted us to suffer. Thanks I hate it

I really like the checkers going dull when Curious gets sad. They’re genuinely the best part of this volume, followed only by that gorgeous mushroom forest. I just wish their colors were better. There’s a difference between bright and eyestrain, and they very much are the latter

“You used me in the same way I’ve only seen [indecipherable] for knowledge and entertainment.” Firstly, can I get some goddamn captions please my family is starving. Secondly, go get em baby I got yo flower

Damn did they rip that house straight from the ps2? What the fuck

Ah, bathos. Possibly the worst literary crime possible. Why would we ever ruminate on the fact that Ruby and co. have been using people and making lives worse everywhere they go when we can watch Blake and Yang suck face?

Also, I’m fairly certain that, out of the two of them, Yang would be the one to pop a leg

“I think Alyx traded [Louis] to the tree [in order to leave]” Is that what Ruby’s gonna propose? Being traded so everyone else can go home? Doubt the tree will allow such an uneven trade to begin with, but, once again, a tempting idea

Why is Ruby having an episode over Cresent Rose’s return? Is it the reminder of what happened at the V8 crossroads? The responsibility it represents? The identity she no longer has?

This would be easier to understand if we had any build up. If the return of her weapon is going to be this heavy, then the loss of it at the beginning should have made a serious impact. But it didn’t. She didn’t even look for it. Never once talked about it. Outside of fights, Cresent Rose’s absence has been completely ignored

And why is no one seeing her very clear and obvious distress yet AGAIN? WBY cheer when she gets it back, but it makes them seem ignorant to the point of callousness. Par for the course this volume, but the longer it goes on, the less I actually care about any of this

If her supposed friends, including the overprotective sister who apparently raised her, don’t notice Ruby waving more red flags than Sayaka Miki, then why should I be bothered whenever it’s happening? If the story keeps dragging her symptoms out episode after episode, cutting the scene any time it feels like we’re about to get somewhere, then why should I invest any energy into it? If the story doesn’t care, why should I?

Luna is, indeed, still the voice of Jaune. Great improvement, boyo, keep this voice for him forever

#rwde #so when is jaune gonna talk abt penny #whens he gonna admit he stabbed her in the heart #hows he going to say it now that hes had decades to come to terms w it but for them penny was alive like. yesterday #or even this morning #thats what im waiting for. thats the shit i wanna see #bc i think thats gonna be the thing that makes ruby break #i wanna see her shatter then figure out what to do w the pieces #im genuinely sad abt Curious tho #i like the little guy despite him being an eyesore #but now that hes gone were gonna have to deal w fucking little again arent we #eat that fuckign mouse right now #also there were a lot of interesting hooks in this ep #alyx and louis. the tree being the source of agains. Curious leaving them behind #more and more consequences are piling up on the team. v interested to see how they handle it #and now that the bees are canon hopefully theyll remember that other people fuckign exist #yang your sister is potentially going to reset herself. maybe you should take notice instead of sucking face

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first of all, apologies: this may sound like needless bait and or agressiveness, it may not be my place, as a non usamerican, to comment on usa's politics, i can't hit enter on anon ask for some reason so this will be a block of text, and my english is of dubious quality when it comes to expressing my points. But as a non usa citizen, or even a non global north citizen, but honestly the bidencourse or whatever feels like its distracting... from the actual point? 1/?

Okay, first, Very Sorry it took me a while to answer. I wanted to wait and give this a proper response, and then real life got to be a Lot. Second, your english is better than my french, and your phrasing ends up saying things more clearly than native speakers because you’re trying to communicate, not say something with clever words. 

Actual answer now. It’s below the rest of your asks, which I copied all into this. I’m going to talk about Americans as ‘We’ in this. I know that there are exceptions, I hope I am an exception to it, but its easier to talk like this.

like, yeah, sure. american politics are horrifyingly influential on a global scale in such a manner no single country should be. yeah, sure, deciding whether your president did something bad, terrible even, whether your... ok i dont know the name of state guys in usa politics, so biden & folks, and whether you'll vote for or against him to continue supporting your political goals against their current actions is important, sure 2/?

but also, it really feels as a sorta... united states of america main character of the world moment? really bad at wording this, but it feels as though the vast majority of americans right now are using whats happening in palestine as... performance, sorta? political performance, or using palestine suffering as set dressing to their own issues. theres a really strong vibe of "see all these people suffering, *arent you, white american liberal* feeling guilty about your choices?" 3/?

its like... it really feels as though the whole things is abstract or like, superficial to most people posting about it right now. sure, theyre making a big show, or whatever, but instead of heres how you can actually help, heres what you can actually do about this, american posters are doing the equivalent of asking for a manager about a building thats on fire. theyre complaining more about their own politics than actually helping 5/?

and it circles back to how could my politician do this, or im not voting for him, and, sure, by all means, feel this way, act on it even, but like. grips their shoulder. Can you please not make it about yourselves. once in your lifes. can you please not think about people who are dying, who are being killed, who are being oppressed - in terms of set dressing for internal american politics? just this once? 7/?

this is going a little offtopic, but like, fuck yknow? i saw more people commemorating the death of kissinger than discussing on how to undo the shit he did, and most people commemorating were... americans. i celebrated too, because i was born raised and live in a country that got its dictatorship through american involvement, but it always ends up being how the world impacts america than the opposite, despite how ppl phrase it. sorry. idk. this ended up venty as hell. 8/8

As long as the USA continues to shove into the politics of other nations, especially in the global south, you have the right to comment on what is happening here. I’m happy to be a place for you to vent. You’re also right that the USA is acting like a Main Character. We have done that since Isolationism went out of style. Lots of American politicians on the right talk about ‘America First’ and staying out of other countries’ problems, but they just mean they don’t want to send aid money. Almost every American politician still wants to get involved when it suits their interest (oil, money, personal agenda, personal religion) 

Talking about Biden is an intentional distraction here. In part because our politics is a mess of blame shifting and personal attacks. In part because it’s election time, and anything a president running for re-election does is heavily scrutinized. But also, because most americans don’t know enough about global politics to actually talk about it. Instead, we make it about ourselves.

That gets amplified online, and especially on tumblr bc there’s a lot of americans on english websites. We are used to everything being about us. 

You’re right that our politics have a huge impact globally. That’s also true for Russia, China, and some key European countries. For the most part, the global south is considered unimportant. Not saying that’s a good thing, but it’s definitely true right now. The next american election could, genuinely, collapse the USA as we know it. I don’t mean the country will turn into anarchy and the purge overnight if Trump wins, but it would be very bad. I’ll ignore the problems we would have domestically for now and how those filter into the rest of the world. That’s an entire essay. They’re huge, but you asked about why we only see things through our own lens.

I kind of want to say that we just suck. That it’s ego, and nothing else. But, we’re actually taught to think this way. That won’t help your frustration, but it is the Why.

Americans get raised with an american perspective, obviously. We’re taught, pretty specifically, that we are a superpower who can change anything we want, and the rest of the world can’t stop us. Having veto power in the United Nations is a good example. We don’t see things that aren’t filtered through American media and reports unless we go out and look for them. Hell, we’re at a record high right now because 60% of americans have passports. We don’t go to other countries, when we do, we expect them to cater to us. We never see anything but the american side of things. 

And if America is the only one who can really have any impact, we see our elections as the Most Important Thing. It isn’t completely wrong. How our politicians think about other countries has a direct impact on the rest of the world. We supply a huge amount of money, weapons, and aid to countries. Right now, funding for aid to Ukraine and Gaza are really contentious in Congress. Congress has to pass the bills that let Biden send help. Our system is a mess, and we have people who are elected thanks to a few thousand, or a few hundred voters, that are going to be critical to get those bills passed. 

But that’s the bigger picture. That’s officials, and why, in a lot of ways, it DOES matter to the rest of the world how our politics change. I don’t like that, but so long as it’s true, then any american who cares about the rest of the planet needs to focus on effecting our government’s choices. 

As for individuals. You are very, very right about this. We treat global events as set dressing for our leaders. Like I said, it does matter, but the way we talk, especially online, is performance. 

Lots of americans WANT to help internationally. We feel helpless to do that. If you don’t have the money to donate to charities, it feels like all you can do is scream. Media and news in America doesn’t talk about the rest of the world, so we pour all of that anger onto our politicians, and expect them to fix it. We feel weak, we don’t know what to do, so we do the only thing we know. We don’t know the names of Knesset leaders. We don’t even know about UK politics unless it’s really dramatic, and they’re our closest ally and culture. 

To use your metaphor; we’re screaming at the manager because we think he has the keys, and we’re in the fire too. He doesn’t. We don’t know how to handle that. So we’re just screaming.

As for Kissinger, it ties into the above, I promise. A lot of the hate for him, and the celebrating that he died, is because we know what America has done is fucked up. He was a symbol of that. Lots of young americans hate what we did. Shit, lots of americans who were young back in the 70s hate what we did. Him dying felt like we’d gotten rid of some of the baggage tied to us (it doesn’t, we still interfere all over the world) It was a bit of good news when we are facing the fact that we can’t force other countries to obey us.  

I’ve talked before about how conflicted I am about this. I badly want America to step in Fix It. I want us to help the Rohingya. I want us to stop Putin in Ukraine. I want us to force a peace deal in Israel and somehow make things right. I want that so badly because I hate what’s happening. I also hate the idea of America continuing to act like we’re the main character. But. I hate that we could do more, and we aren’t. I think a lot of Americans feel that way. 

Americans who are watching the rest of the world feel weak right now. Younger Americans - who are more likely to be online talking, AND more likely to be watching the rest of the world - feel weak in every part of our lives. Money, politics, social stuff, corruption. We feel like we aren’t able to do anything. So we’re screaming at the manager because staying quiet hurts too much, and we don’t know how to change it. 

This is already long, and I don’t think it will make you or anyone else feel better. But I want to add this. 

Everyone pays attention to their immediate surroundings first. The people of Guyana are focused on Venezuela trying to annex them. The people of Sudan are thinking about how everything is falling apart for them. The problems in the US are pretty privileged. The danger for trans americans is bad right now. It’s not wrong to think about keeping yourself alive and safe first. You put on your own oxygen mask first. Everyone does. 

I don’t know if I missed something that you want me to talk about. I don’t know if this was helpful at all. Really, I just sympathize with you. It isn’t fair, it isn’t right, I want to shake americans by the shoulders, and I can’t. And I hate that. 

#us politics #principles - strife #this is 1300 words of answer #I don't know if it really answered anything #because the answer comes down to: #Americans can't imagine things except through how it impacts america #the rest is me saying that with more words

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Following on from that last post abt Kai and also crystalised part 1 spoiler but can we appreciate the character development he’s had since s3, where his former coping mechanism was leaving to torture himself on his own and now in s16 he decided to lean into putting his energy to helping others (teaching).

Yknow I really enjoyed s4 but yknow what would’ve made it better? More fleshed out Kai Lloyd conflict. Because that first episode with Kai and Lloyd with Lloyd admittedly being a bit harsh in flat out calling Kai selfish for blaming himself for Zane’s death (or in Lloyd’s eyes, not being able to see the bigger picture) does actually kinda make sense and would’ve had so much potential if they dig deeper into that. Kai left and quit being a ninja, and whilst Lloyd shouldn’t be allowed to control anyone else’s actions, as the green ninja - the one who had to give up so much, the one who had to learn and inspire the meaning behind “Ninja never quit” - it must have stung when the person who showed him how to even be a ninja vanished.

Not only that but Kai turned to “dishonourable” underground fighting rings and lego’s version of alcoholism, which, whilst again it’s not entirely Lloyd’s business, has got to be a painful reminder at how Garmadon was, a loving figure who started going down a darker path, whilst Lloyd could only watch.

(Unrelated to this post but also think about Nya, who stayed behind, fixing the bounty, fixing a shadow of the home they used to have, whilst Kai walked out on it, disappearing like their parents. Angsty)

And I think that a Lloyd Kai conflict, running on quietly in the background of the Jay Cole conflict, would be so interesting. Where Jay and Cole are loudly announcing their beef for the whole tournament to witness, Kai and Lloyd quietly butting heads on what the right course of action is, in cold restrained politeness. Lloyd being slightly more bitter or bossy towards Kai, Kai ignoring requests, suggestions or orders in favour of going his own way (or taking it out on Garmadon), but neither one going stepping too far, trying their best to keep it together for the sake of the team. And they really do care about each other which is mostly the reason why they’re mad (because like Jay and Cole, what hurts more is that siblings as close as them could even bring themselves to fight like that). The only person who could tell is ironically Garmadon, who realises he and Kai are actually kinda alike, and urges Lloyd to be patient with him and not give up.

Ideally with the events of Kai holding the staff of elements, the conflict reaches its peak and the two finally spit out what’s been eating at them. With Kai saying if he was the green ninja, or even, if he was more powerful, better, then he could’ve stopped all of it from happening and that he’s insecure about not being strong enough to protect his family. And Lloyd responding that while he is the green ninja, he couldn’t keep the team together and Kai leaving hurt him because he missed him and it hurt him that Kai based his worth on merely how strong he was. And maybe after that sequence, they end up talking it out , understanding what the other went through and making up about it.

This was kinda a tangent that ran away from my original point, but with the hints of that kind of arc for Kai, him ending up having a better coping mechanism and generally doing kinda well after Seabound feels a lot more triumphant because he’s not blaming himself for Nya’s sacrifice, and instead he knows his own self worth and focused on what he could do to cope instead of what he couldn’t yknow?

#ninjago #lego ninjago #no I will never stop complaining about people’s immediate reaction to crystalised being ‘Kai deserves to fight something’ #he’s got charactre develope #Kai is great ykn #btw I still really like s4 even if it missed a lot potential here #Ninjago kai #Ninjago analysis #Ninjago rewrite #the two main things I’d change for s4 is this #and pushing the Misako love triangle out of a helicopter because only ex besties-nemesis’s wu and Misako for now on #ninjago s4 #ninjago crystalized spoilers #Ninjago crystalized #ninjago tournament of elements

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♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

@arcxnumvitae | The Monday Salt | Accepting!

♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

I had one mutual a while back that I was really looking forward to writing with, and it went super wrong. I'll preface this by saying that when we followed each other, it was the week I was getting married and going on my honeymoon, and was going to be really sparse for about two weeks.

Anyway.

Once I got back, I messaged them to ask if they might want to get a thread started, and they got back to me immediately to say yes, they were interested in Kadios, and in Jaspern, and they already had two of their muses in particular they wanted to use for it. I was like "Cool, they're always pretty easy to start stuff with, but fair warning, it looks like the muse you want to have interact with Kade is deaf, so there is going to be a language barrier there initially." Because Kade can't really use a translation charm or whatever to communicate with them if it's not a verbal thing. At least not that he knows how to use.

Which was fine with me, because that could be a really interesting dynamic, as they learn to interact with and understand each other. But they said they didn't like the sound of that, and so I said suggested that we could figure out an AU, that way I could feasibly make a reason as to why Kade would have known ASL already. (In his normal verse, he's a shifter that had spent most of his life in his beast form, and...had only just started staying in Gaea within the last year or two, so he didn't know any human languages, let alone ASL specifically)

They got frustrated with me, saying that they were no longer interested in Kade because I wasn't willing to make it so he would just know ASL "for her muse" that he didn't even know yet.

Oooookay. A little frustrating, and I was starting to get kind of an odd vibe, but I gave it another shot.

So I say "That's alright, I'm sorry it didn't work out, but we can still figure out something for -insert their muse's name- and Jaspern, if you want!"

And then they got all excited again, and told me that they had been reading some threads between me and another mun on here (who I'd been writing with for like two years at that point). They talked about how much they loved the ship between Jas and the other muse, but that they thought it would be fun if they could put their muse in it as like...as a mistress (or whatever the dude version of a mistress is lol), essentially.

Like, they expected Jas to just...cheat on this other muse, who he had a bunch of history with by then...with their muse that he didn't know at all...and end up having a love triangle/rivalry thing.

I put the brakes on that immediately, because like...first off, I don't usually just throw my muses into a ship instantly unless there's been a LOT of plotting beforehand. And even if I do put them in a straight up ship right away, it has to be someone that I've written with before, and I know how we mesh together, yknow?

Secondly, I won't even consider that if I haven't spoken to the other mun involved. Let alone for a ship that I'm so attached to in the first place-- I didn't even want to ask because of that alone, because it would literally have felt like spitting in my friend's face?

But they kind of got the picture and backed off (after arguing for a minute about how they would contact the other mun to get their permission, because they were "really convincing" and felt they could get them to agree, and I told them I wasn't comfortable with that), and instead said that they would "compromise" by just having their muse in their own ship with Jas...but only if it was exactly like this relationship he already had with the other muse from the relationship they'd wanted their muse to try to break up!

I was fed up and irritated, told them no, that wasn't cool, and got a big long post made about how I was unreasonable, and bitchy, and how they had tried to contact me multiple times and I "took forever to respond for like two weeks" (I WAS GETTING MARRIED--), so they "should have listened to that red flag, and saved [themself] the emotional trauma".

...Nobody took it seriously, which was a relief, and I ended up blocking them, but like????

What the heck man??????? Weird!

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

Pretty much the above. People trying to force my muses into super specific or unreasonable things with theirs. Or trying to force relationships and stuff after I said either that I wouldn't be comfortable with it, or that it wouldn't really be feasible with my muses.

It's one thing to be like "Hey, I saw this cool AU idea, and it made me think of your muse! Would you be interested in doing something like that?", and another to be like "I've already thought out exactly what I want from my muse and your muse, and so your muse is going to do this, this, and this--", yknow?

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

Super fancy post editing and stuff. ^^;;

Like listen, if that's your thing, and you enjoy spending time making your replies and icons and formatting look super sparkly and cute, that's great! Do your thing!

I just find that I end up getting distracted by all of it. Or, honestly, I'm not able to read the teeny, tiny, light pink writing, because my eyes are bad. So I don't really make a habit of interacting with too many people that do it unless their writing really draws me in.

Honestly I don't even care if you use icons at all. As long as you cut your posts when things get long, and we're enjoying the thread we have together, I'm happy!

#[What is she getting us into now? -ooc-] #(oof though that first thing still irks me to this day #it wasn't enough to piss me off #but I remember sitting at my computer and just staring at the screen like 'really? Really??? this is the literal ship you want to die on?')

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sword of frost concept art

think of this post as kinda a little artbook for the fic! sword of frost underwent a ton of revisions like i keep saying so i wasnt entirely sure where to take it at first. not to mention writing is v hard for me so my preferred method of brainstorming was drawing! without further ado. writer’s commentary and an artbook :)

to begin with: originally the fic was supposed to be about void dream instead of the snow queen! the idea being that dante was put to sleep by void dream and faust manifested her personal ego to save him- but i ended up going with snow queen bc i saw some sick art on twitter of someone’s employee saving another from snow queen (i wish i had the link bc it was rlly cool, and i’d like to credit them in some way) and i decided that might be a little easier to write for, surprisingly.

up next we have the art for chapter 1! there wasn’t a lot of it but just the stuff i wanted to do with it. i wanted to make this a bigger piece but having to like. paint the prisms pissed me off so i decided against it lmao. the reason for dante wandering into the containment in the first place was originally supposed to be that an employee’s lamp weapon enchanted him from afar and he kept chasing the light until he came upon the snow queen, but i realized he could also. just walk in there on his own lol

the actual csp file containing the layout of the facility + the groups i split everyone into was unfortunately lost in a computer moment so. its just the main group here! i chose everyone based on who i wanted to write and interpret- nothing against the other sinners, i had just been itching to write these ones in particular.

The Fight. i rlly like how i did this one still! writing this scene was also super fun bc i got to use my imagination and mimic how the movements would go :)

but now here’s the wildin part: chapter 2 was supposed to be very different! originally the idea was that dante woke up fine, but changed. kinda like how in the original tale of the snow queen kai became jaded and hated everything he saw, bc the mirror was in his eyes and the snow queen was the only thing he found beautiful- dante was supposed to become competent and uncaring, but hollow inside. the little shard of ice inside his heart wasn’t fully gone, and a kiss could undo it! i found myself struggling with how to pull that off in a satisfying way so i opted for something cooler instead, bc i wanted to make the fic less predictable and maybe more memorable.

there was supposed to be a scene in dante’s office, so i wanted to imagine what it would look like! plus a brief sketch of an ego based on the roses

dante was supposed to unbutton his shirt a little and reveal the ice shard still lodged in there (bc the Tension yknow?) and ryoshu and faust talking abt how dante’s clearly changed.

cool art of the shard from when i wanted to practice single color shading that i liked quite a lot!!

yoink! the plan was always for a kiss to thaw the ice but i wanted to do something cool and dramatic for art that night i think.

now abt this point i realized i wanted to do something different, so i went back to an EGO dante thing i made for a server request! i absolutely loved how i did this one, so it ended up being the basis for his corroded form in chapter 2.

as for the final bits of concept art, it was mostly from when i decided to change chapter 2- just stuff to plan the actual concept and get it down before i started writing.

i ended up not liking the second “redesign” of the corroded form as much, so i went with the one i drew before. and finally. the art i posted of snow queen dante not long before i finished the fic proper!

so that was sword of frost! v interesting to write but certainly will not be my last limbus fic lmao. i hope to get more things done before the game drops!

#double post #double writing #fic art #sword of frost #limbus company

[fullmoondagger]

Thinking about my HS science teacher bc of that ADHD post Its still honestly so wild to me how fucking unwilling to understand me she was...

I have some trauma around math. It's hard to distressing to me to interact with numbers because of teachers and my father being unable to explain to me and getting mad & screaming for the latter and leaving me to rot for the others, so now my reaction to seeing numbers is simply blanked out I will not do math on my own, seeing it makes me anxious and upset. Also might have slight discalculia that must have played into me being bad at math in the first place. Whatever.

Taking this into consideration I chose studies that did not have maths taught as a subject, with a lower level in everything else to go easy on myself, didnt turn out as I had planned but thats not the subject of the post.

Science teacher! I kinda like science, I was a little excited to have another teacher for the last year or so but like I was not doing well because again, math, and I don't do homework because I spent all my free time trying to recover from my days and I have better shit to do anyways which (rightfully) annoyed her but like. One day at the end of class she was like ohhh how are you doing so bad you have so much potential which instantly triggered my bite bite kill destroy instinct so I calmly explained to her that I could barely get two consecutive hours of sleep at night, that school was eating me alive and I barely had my head out of the water, that I had undiagnosed untreated ADHD and it was hard for me to do anything and that I was bad at math to begin with! I went serious and honest because sometimes you gotta, yknow. She brushed it off and went but youre so smart you can be good at this ! I KNOW you can do it! To which I replied this was simply crippling me more with anxiety and the certainty I will not archieve it because I was already doing my best and therefore disappoint her. Which I didnt care to please her at all for starters I dont want to be here.

Still I tried! I tried to read up my lessons and prepare for the next test, and I was pretty confident I had done a better job ! And I DID. I got a 13/20 instead of my usual 3-7/20 (for those with diff grading systems 0/20 is bad and 20/20 is good)

Needless to say I was happy ! I practically doubled my average results . Handing me my paper she said in front of EVERYONE in the class that "You could have done better and frankly with a test like this it looks like you're making fun of me". 💀💀💀 I got so pissed as you can imagine! Imagine saying that to a student after you have been exlicitly told about their situation.

At the end of the class I came to her desk and told her she had been really hurtful because I actually tried and studied for that test and I actually did impossibly better than usual, AS SHE WOULD KNOW, and that it was just rude to say that in front of everyone. She went on again about my potential and I told her to stop making up a fake image of myself in her mind because that's not the truth and I will never be it but again she didnt give a shit.

She went personal with me at the teacher council (I was attending bc I was elected for it to take notes for my classmates n bring up issues) and went on again about my potential so I got mad at her after that night I simply stopped going to science class altogether. Fuck that bitch lol. You wanna see me fail I'll show you fail.

Moral of the story evil teachers wont give a shit about you. Fuck em. Preserve yourself before anything else & also maybe dont listen to my advice school years were immensely damaging for me and I will have no positive or intelligent thoughts about it ever. Idk what the point of this post was but I think seeing shit abt wasted potential made me go rabid

#dagger.txt #long post #personal #feel free to rb idc

[justalilpearlie]

hi guys dont mind me being insane again

im not tagging this too much cus its more of a personal ramble cus idk im feelin silly today and the BPD hits too hard. i wont be explainin what BPD is either so if u dont know either look it up or ignore this post,,

man i. have you ever loved someone so much you cry? /pos

like man i. its not romantic, may i clarify. most of my fps, except for my main one, are platonic. one of them is familial even

but i just. i feel like such a parasocial freako but i genuinly feel so intensely. its so positive too. if you ignore the crippling paranoia i always have abt my fps hating me or me being so intense they get uncomfortable...

but i just??? im not. normal about them.

i dont wanna sound creepy but they make my world so much better. id take a bullet from them. if give anything for them to be alright. i genuinly just REALLY enjoy their company and knowing theyre having fun with me aswell. knowing they enjoy me as a person. that im not a nuisance for the people i love the most.

and gosh i really hope they dont see this. i would feel so ashamed and embarassed if they did.

luckly i have better ways of copying with distress, attachment issues, jealousy, possesiveness, and all that other FUN (not) stuff that comes with BPD or rather specifically having an fp. A nice trustworthy psychologist (if u can afford it) does wonders to you, let me tell you.

its still hard sometimes but ive learnt to deal with it in ways that arent destructive to my relationships with those around me. i can cool down and such instead of lashing out or splitting for the most minimal things.

but now. for whatever reason. i went on a huge "positive" ramble instead. it was meant to be appreciation at the time, and still is, but i feel like its something that couldve scared them off. i showed some stuff to irl friends and online family, and everyone said theyd feel very appreciated if someone told them that stuff, but i cant help but feel is because they're my loved ones also and stuff. i really. really feel like i was too intense. i suck at showing affection in a normal way, a calm way, subtle way, like a normal person.

at this point i think. sigh i think its better if i just say nice things anonymously. i think if people, in general, not only my fps. but if people dont know affection comes from me they'll take it so much better than if they know its *me* in particular. and idk why! its just my brain being stupid again.

brains love doing that, dont they? being stupid. telling you everyone hates you oh so much no matter what you do. that theyre lying behind your back, and hate you in secret, theyre just being polite and allat.

well let me tell you, dear reader, whoever the fuck might read this, specially if its from the bpd tags: thats not true. sure, there might be assholes out there, but those people you think hate you despite how close you are, most likely dont. and i cant even get this through my own head but my sister repeats it to me all the time. "[name] talks so nicely about you and seems so happy seeing you". even then its hard to believe, i gotta stare at nice screenshots ive saved where i believe ive done something good, something worthy of appreciation, something that has not only meaning but an impact, a possitive one. and i know the chances of them actually hating me are low, but i still believe more in those chances than the proof.

i feel a bit delusional in a way. and i mean, i am, often times. but this is one of those thoughts- those god dammed thoughts where you're self aware yet- yet it doesnt shake the feeling away, you know? like no there is no proof, no logical proof at least, only what your mind twists into proof. but you still just "know it", yknow? even if you dont actually know shit and are very wrong. you feel like you do and it- it fucking sucks.

dont even get me started on splits and mood swings, highs and lows. Cause well. THATS NOT THE TOPIC OF THIS POST !! Lmao. i could go on for hours complaining tho. ough.

but yeah!! i just !! sorry, this took a turn. i just. needed to express myself idfk. i'll go back to posting abt minecraft men kissing soon or whatever, sorry normie followers /hj

i love them so much its overwhelming, yet i wouldnt change it for everything in the world, you know? not them. its hard but id rather endure it for them than have them not be THIS level of special to me anymore.

i really REALLY hope theyre not. uncomfortable by it tho. and wont dump me for it. i really wish i had a guide to how to and how to not mess up. so i could avoid doing dumb shit on accident.

and its funny cause theyre ppl that would absolutely tell me if im doing shit that bothers them, yet i believe theres smth else, stupid thoughts man. LEAVE ME ALONE FREDDY MERCURY!! UR SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD !! /ref

sighhhh anyhow yeah im dropping it here. bpd is a bitch. and to anyone out there dealing w it? godspeed. you can do this, i know life already sucks and this shitty dissorder doesnt help, but i know you can push through, mi gente bella.

Pearlo out. BPD hours rlly seem to be hitting at around 11-12 am, huh? /ij

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