#i will elaborate if somebody asks me to elaborate by the way. I have pictures ready

[liebelesbe]

armadillos are the escalators of animals. i assume i won't need to elaborate.

#doddie redet #i will elaborate if somebody asks me to elaborate by the way. I have pictures ready

[messyhairedhazeleyeddude]

‘ Blurry, Tired Eyes ’

A Drunk! Megumi Fushiguro x Male! Reader | SMUT |

A/N ; Yooooo, ngl, I’m running on zero right now yet I’m still doing this shit so sorry in advance. I don’t know how I honestly found the strength in me. It’s currently two in the morning and my ass is still up. Wide awake. So, I decided I was going to make this and finish it anyway. While staying up the entire night. Ain’t that fun? Anyway, here’s some random guilty pleasure prompt and peep the contents below.

Contents ; Masturbation, inexperienced reader, groping, drunk sex, praise, and daddy issues.

Dynamic ; Best Friends To Lovers

Sexual Dynamic ; Sub!Male!Reader | Dom!Megumi

P.O.V ; Second

Age range ; 18+ 21+

To be honest, you weren’t expecting this many people to show up after announcing the birthday party for Fushiguro. But, here you were, faced with an impending crowd all shoved up against one another, grinding and doing every inexplicable thing as they danced. I guess it’s what you get for entrusting Satoru with the planning.

This was the worst. You hated these types of celebrations and you knew Megumi hated them too. It didn’t help that you happened to be claustrophobic and everybody was sweating. Your face scrunched up, grossed out by the smell of liquor and onions. This was pure puke bait.

“And why the fuck does everybody have to be a whore?” You complained out loud before realizing you did so and watched a bunch of heads turn to look in your direction. That was not supposed to be said out-loud.

You took that as your cue to use your technique to disappear into the shadows and escape out of the situation by traveling to another place in the building. Although, it was extremely straining and gave you a headache once you made it into one of the hallways. Time to look for the birthday boy you’ve been trying to find all day.

Gazing up at the pictures that were hanging about, you looked over a couple that had your peers, hovering over to the stoic frowning Fushiguro who bore his eyes directly into the camera in the photo.

A small smile crossed your face, laughing a little at the memory of Itadori harassing the ravenette until he snapped just before it. Those two were always bickering back and forth, never giving each other a break, not once. It was entertaining to watch them chase each other around. Sometimes, joining in on it when it got out of hand. But, it was usually to hold Megumi back from killing the dumb guy.

You weren’t going to lie to yourself, maybe you also helped because you felt left out. The twinges of jealousy when Yuuji would get too close to his face or he’d get in a position with him that looked risqué. Either way, it formed a knot in your throat and you couldn’t help including yourself.

But, that couldn’t mean much. You figured it was because you were overprotective that this feeling frequently came to mind. Megumi had been your exclusive best friend for a couple of years by now. That had to be normal.

A part of you knew that there was more to it than what you were acknowledging. Though, you didn’t want to elaborate on it. There was no point in figuring something like that out if you hadn’t even crossed the flirting stage. And you didn’t know if he was interested in men.

The noise of an object thudding on the ground in the nearby room knocked you out of your mind ramble, causing you to jump in surprise before narrowing your (E/C) eyes at the door. You could sense it wasn’t a curse so that was good. That didn’t mean you were any less curious about who it was.

As you walked toward it, you could hear sounds from the other side getting clearer and clearer. And they didn’t sound innocent. It was groaning and huffing, desperate too. But, not just from anyone, no. This was the familiar voice of the boy you were thinking about a second ago.

Like a hypocrite, your heart felt like it was about to break. ‘He couldn’t be hooking up with somebody, right?’ you worriedly asked in thought, a wave of emotions washing over you before another loud moan muffled through the wooden door.

There was no way you were going to stop yourself from figuring it out after that. Apologizing to Megumi under your breath, you reached for the door knob and opened it to something you never expected to see instead.

The raven-haired male was completely naked from head to toe, leaning over a trash can with his left hand placed on the wall while the other was rubbing up and down his shaft.

His hair was drenched with sweat, strands sticking to his forehead, and his chest glistened in the lamp light. There were veins popping from his arms, neck, and most of all, his dick. His thumb focusing on his tip every couple of pumps as he mumbled out questions, “Fuck, why do I have to get so hard? Why won’t it go away?”

‘Jesus, fucking, Christ,’ was the only thing you could think. You were watching your best friend touch himself, bare. And it wasn’t taking you much before you were struggling right alongside him. The front of your pants tightening and a bulge poking through the fabric.

He noticed your presence once he adjusted to fucking his hand and took a minute to process, his dark blue eyes slowly widening as he stared back at you. You didn’t say anything, choked up by anxiety. Leaving the two of you to stand in silence, waiting for either one of you to break it.

Megumi covered himself with the sweater resting on the desk near him, eventually speaking up while trying to shake off the shock of being caught, “How long have you been standing there?” A red hue spread across both yours and his cheeks as you struggled to make eye contact. How come he had the ability to be so direct even during something like this? It was a quality that you liked, regardless.

You answered him in a quiet voice, “It’s been a couple of minutes…” Lowering your head out of embarrassment but not looking away entirely. You had just enough access to see what he was doing. And in that peripheral vision, you saw his attention flicker downwards.

Quickly, you hid your hard-on with your hands. Although, Megumi knew exactly what that gesture meant so it wasn’t successful. You could tell from the way his eyebrows switched from furrowed to raised like he was surprised. Then how more silence followed.

Not a single chance in hell were you going to look directly at him again, not when he was staring you down like this. You were hoping, praying to god that he wouldn’t point fingers despite not believing in that which meant you knew you were screwed. Was your friendship finally going to end here? What did this mean for the rest of the friends that are connected to you both? Panic was settling in the more he let you stand there.

“Can you close the door? I want to talk to you,” he asked bluntly after what felt like forever and honestly, that made your fear worse. “Please don’t say we can’t be friends because of this,” you interjected before he said anything else and closed the door like he suggested.

Fushiguro laughed through his nose and grumbled as if he was offended that you thought that, “Why would I want to end our friendship because you caught me jerking off, [F/N]?” Hearing him say it so casual made you get the comfortability to look at him again, seeing that he was picking up his clothes and acting like nothing happened.

He let you watch him get dressed, his back facing you the entire time, but you got the whole show. How he snapped his boxers around his waist, the indents in his back as well as the scars, and how his hair sprung back up into the spiky hairstyle he loved to style it in after he pulled his shirt over his head. You didn’t mean to stare, but it was really hard not to when you secretly admitted the feelings you have to yourself. And you just saw him masturbating. You saw his…

Not trying to finish that sentence in your head, you moved on by walking over to an outlet in what appeared to be an old classroom and kneeled down next to it to plug in the charger you brought. Thank god, you have an excuse now.

Awkwardly snapping it inside of the lightning port of your phone, you left it resting on a windowsill and turned to face Megumi. He was back in the outfit you had given him for his birthday. A cerulean sleeveless top with black Nike sweatpants. It was simple, yet he made it look like gold.

“Are you going to answer or are you going to keep checking me out?” He tilted his head, those wolf-shaped eyes of his burrowing into yours and making you unable to pry them away.

Your breath caught in your throat and all at once, thoughts became jumbled and you couldn’t figure out a thing to respond with. He was acting so careless just a second ago but now, he was flat out telling you that he knew what you were doing. What was going on?

Megumi sighed and rolled his eyes, “You don’t have to tell me. It’s obvious you liked what you saw. Your dick’s been rock solid this whole time.” He nodded his head toward your lower half, causing you to choke on your spit, and sputter, “What? No! No! I’m just drunk…” You struggled to breathe and had to hit your chest to help yourself. Hopefully, this excuse will hold up.

But, it didn’t. The ravenette began to walk towards you, his abyssal blue orbs never leaving yours once while you froze there. Until he was right in front of your face and glancing at your lips. “That’s convenient. I’m a little tipsy myself…” he said softly, looking back up through his long eyelashes.

God, he was so beautiful. You were beginning to fall for his tricks already. But, you didn’t care about how fast you went for it, you cared about the fact he was showing interest.

The pretty boy pushed forward, his hands placing themselves on either side of your head as his nose connected with yours. Your breathing escalated. This was happening. It was happening. He was going to kiss you.

Your eyelids fluttered shut while both of your lips locked with one another. His lips softer than a cloud and the pressure enough to relieve the tension in you. You had been waiting for this for so long. The tugging between his mouth and yours. When his teeth pressed into your bottom lip or how his lashes brushed against your skin. He tasted like Sake and somewhat bitterly sweet like dark caramel. It was worth every ounce of waiting. Every bit.

His hair brushed with yours and the palm of his hand reached up to cup your cheek, moving it to the back of your neck over time. At some point, he needed to pull away for air and as he did, the two of you were back to locking eyes.

The way Megumi was staring at you gave you chills. It was like pure lust clouded over his expression. He was giving you that ‘fuck me’ look so obviously that it made your knees slightly buckle. To follow up with that, he went straight to the point by sliding down one of his hands to your bulge and groping it. His voice smooth like whiskey when adding, “Can I take these off?”

You melted like butter in his hands, instinctively bucking your hips into him and groaning with a nod. It was crazy how bad you wanted this. The damp spot of pre-cum on your boxers getting bigger and bigger the evidence of that.

Fushiguro unbuttoned and unzipped your pants easily, hooking his fingers in the loops to pull them down to your knees. He kissed your cheek and the side of your jaw while continuing down with them until he was at your neck, searching for a secret sweet spot.

Moans cascaded out of you bit by bit during his exploration, getting sharper around an area he kept brushing past. When he figured out where it was, he suckled on the skin and abused it enough to where a huge hickey rested there. He got your boxers off as well and the moment his fingers touched you, your hand grabbed his wrist and tightened.

“Fuck! Wait! I haven’t done this with anybody else before! This is a lot to take in,” you exclaimed, panting and looking down at the sight of your naked bottom half right next to his covered hard one. Sort of wishing that he didn’t put his clothes back on.

Megumi didn’t seem to be phased by that. Instead, he figured out what you were looking at and got to stripping them off too. Once he was in nothing, he gave a soft smile and reassured, “It’s okay, [F/N]. You can trust me with this. I just… I really need to do this with you.” It worked and made you relax your muscles, getting closer to him unconsciously.

Then he leaned forward and pressed his tip against yours, wrapping his big, rough hand around them before spitting on it. Pumping it up and down, matching the pace he was going for himself earlier, and using the same hand now that you mentioned it. Your head rested back into the wall as you grunted out what you were thinking impulsively, “Fuck, daddy.!” You weren’t trying to say it, you just did. Outing a kink to him that you swore no one would hear a single peep about. That was what you get for attempting something slightly not-safe-for-work with a guy you’ve had freaky dreams about.

You scanned his face for any small detail of him feeling disgusted, weirded out, all of the above; you found none of that. Rather, he was seemingly in awe from how his mouth parted. It shifted into him giving a small smirk, letting out the most sexually frustrated voice you’ve heard yet in a whisper, “Keep calling me that… And don’t you ever fucking stop.”

Shuddering, you were letting more and more noises go that you didn’t know you could make and he was savoring every single one. Moaning along with you, fucking his cock against yours, and smearing his pre-cum over the both of you like it was lube.

The sorcerer got impatient. He needed something better than this. He knew what he wanted, the idea felt so right to him, he couldn’t suppress the urge to. You were right there, perfectly laid out.

Fushiguro guided himself down, using one of his hands to grab your thigh and move you to the desk. You placed both of your palms behind you to support yourself, just as ready as he was, maybe even more. With a rush of dopamine, you got the courage to dirty talk back, “Please… I want you… Daddy.” The nickname was hesitated on, but that was because this was all so new to you. How could he be so comfortable with this?

As low as it was, Megumi was pleased with the request and bit his lip at the sight of you spreading your legs below him. He never would’ve thought he would get you like this and fuck, he wasn’t complaining. Hell, he felt lucky.

He positioned himself against you, but teased by rubbing in circles. Making sure that you were wet enough for him to slide in with no issue. That proved helpful as his dick inched inside soon after, easing all of it until he could feel himself so deep that it was close to your stomach. You were gripping onto his arms, one on his bicep, the other on his forearm. Squeezing harder than you ever had.

It hurt so fucking bad. Like he was ripping you apart and forcing your body to succumb to him. Tears brimmed your eyes and he noticed it, stopping and keeping himself there so you could adjust. ‘Fuck’, he mentally cursed to himself, ‘It’s his first… I’m his first.’ A part of him got excited repeating that, proud of it. “Shit, sorry… I’m sorry, baby… Tell me when you’re okay…” Megumi rambled while placing a tiny kiss on your lips to make up for the pain. Never fucking a guy had its drawbacks.

Eventually, you got used to the fullness and it eased away into the pleasure you’ve heard so many things about. You gave him the go by nodding and tightened your grip to get yourself ready. A shocked gasp jumped out when he did the first thrust. It felt amazing. Too amazing.

You begged for more, “Please, faster. I want it. I want you to destroy me…” Losing yourself to the feeling of his huge dick fucking in and out of you, your cries got louder and desperate. Especially when his hand went to wrapping around your shaft to stimulate you even further. The pumping, the ramming, and his growls from his own enjoyment with your body all crashed down onto you.

Your edge was nearing, rushing at you with full speed, and coming closer by the minute as Megumi buried himself to where you could feel his tip poking out of your stomach. You cried out in pleasure, “Gumi! Fuck! You’re too deep…!” Arching your back and rolling your eyes, your dick started to twitch.

He chuckled and went faster with his hand, pumping the cum out of you basically and letting it explode onto your chest. It covered the majority of your lower half and dripped down as he continued to ram you into the desk. More sputtering out while he was fucking the high out of you. Your eyes were lazily closing, your mind becoming numb and dumb from the overstimulation.

Moans were blending together as your body threw a fit, digging your nails into any skin you could. He held you tightly there so you wouldn’t escape, doing you so hard now that it was sounding like everything was going to collapse underneath you.

Fushiguro praised you throughout this as an apology, “God, you feel so good… I can feel you holding me there inside… Like you want me to fucking breed you, [Y/N]..!”

That sent another orgasm over you and caused your cum to spill everywhere again, your legs sticky with it at this point. But, he kept going. He was so close. Right there.

The raven-haired man clawed at the edges of the desk when he was reaching cloud nine, thrusting in hard and passionate. He made sure to fuck his seed inside of you until it was like you were being bred by him. You knew you couldn’t conceive, but it sure as hell would be the case if you could. His muscles stopped tensing the moment he was done and he let out a satisfied sigh that was rare to hear, “If I knew sex with you was going to be that good, I would’ve made you my boyfriend sooner.”

With a peck on the forehead, he pulled out of you and let you catch your breath. ‘Boyfriend? He called me his boyfriend?’ that was all that could repeat in your mind as he walked over to where your clothes were scattered to clean. When everything was put away and he wiped up most of what he could off of the both of you, Megumi decided to have you come home with him. Walking out of the classroom together, he excitedly chimed, “Thanks for the birthday present, [F/N]!”

#megumi fushiguro #jjk smut #jjk x male reader #megumi x male reader #megumi fushiguro x male reader #male reader #smut prompts #dom megumi #sub male reader #megumi gets the title daddy?!?!?

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

20 for the tav/astarion ask😊

A/N: Reminder that this is based off the Ace!Tav from "I Want It All" and therefor also a bard. I'm picturing this after they get together.

Also, small note. Obviously, I’m still happy to do the prompt, but in the future when making a request, remember to at least say please. I’m not a machine neither is any other writer on this platform.

Prompt: bandaging/stitching up an injury

Astarion x AsexaulBard!Tav Masterlist

Your hand was throbbing; a steady reminder of why you usually kept to the back in most fights. Your strength lie in talking, not throwing punches. Still, there were times it couldn’t be helped. Luckily for you, Astarion was there to give you as much grief about it as your body already was.

“You really ought to have Shadowheart take a look at this,” he said, carefully dabbing away the blood on your knuckles with a damp rag.

You shrugged. “It’s not that bad. Besides, she’s got her hands full with Wyll and Karlach.”

He hummed in obvious annoyance. He knew you were right, but he didn’t have to like it.

“It may have escaped your notice, but you have spells,” he pointed out. “Next time, I’d suggest using them.”

“Maybe,” you allowed, “but you have to give me points for efficiency.”

He let out an exasperated sigh as he grabbed a fresh bandage and began to wrap your hand.

“Have you always been so quarrelsome or am I just lucky?”

“I prefer the term scrappy. Has a certain charm to it.”

He scoffed. “What like a mutt?”

“A really cute one,” you elaborated. “One of those you just want to clean up and take home. Such as…”

Your eyes went to your joined hands and the very gentle way he was attending to your injuries.

His eyes narrowed before pulling the bandage just a little too tightly.

“Ow,“ you said, dryly.

He raised an eyebrow, daring you to argue.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. If I get into a tavern brawl again, I promise to hide under the table and let somebody else do the fighting.”

He gave a low chuckle. “Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep, darling.”

He tied off the bandage, allowing you the chance to test the feel. Your hand still stung, but at least you wouldn’t have to worry about further straining it.

“Tell me doctor, will I ever play the violin again?” you asked, dramatically.

“It’s impossible to say,” he said, matching your performance. “But if there is any hope of recovery, I suggest you spend the remainder of the evening in the arms of the most beautiful man you can find.”

You nodded solemnly. "If I must, I must. Where is Gale?”

Astarion frowned and the next moment you were being pulled into his lap, as his arms wrapped tightly around you.

“Bold words for an injured mutt,” he growled into your ear.

“Woof.”

He didn’t have anything smart to say to that, deciding to silence you with a kiss. You conceded, happy to stay right where you were for as long as he’d have you.

You really needed to try punching things more often.

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion baldur's gate #astarion bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate iii #asexual!tav #asexual!reader #bard!tav #asexual #astarion x ace!tav #astarion x evie

[degloved]

call it coffinshipper delusion I DON'T CARE but the amount of love that can fit into mark hoffman genuinely drives me Fucking Insane. maybe that's not the right way of putting it—call it the potential for love, maybe, or the unrealized capacity for love. you get the picture.

not to say he's able to divvy it up—in fact, a major part of his character is that he... really can't. it's always only reserved for one person, the most obvious example of this being angelina. and he's lost without the ability to beam it into somebody, to let it out of himself like the proverbial burden off his shoulders. having lost angelina, he's so desperately seeking out somebody else to direct it at. rigg, strahm.

except the thing about my boy mark is that he's about as subtle as a brick & like the most tactless man alive at any given moment. for all that he's capable of experiencing eartshattering amounts of love and the even more devastating need to Be Loved and Be Understood, the way he goes about trying to deliver it isn't the most normal. it's actually pretty unhinged. it actively pushes his targets away, obviously. and that's just the tragedy of it, i think. he's desperately clawing at any opportunity to escape this oppressive loneliness that he Can't Handle & that eats away at him on the inside, but he's always just a little out of reach. he always goes about it just a little wrong (or. a lot wrong)—and it just makes me. it makes me feel CRAZY i feel so crazy right now mark please mark just. relax babe just take a deep breath and ask him out on a date instead of putting him through a series of elaborate tests that will either kill him or make him hate you. PLEASE mark what happened to a dinner & a movie

and with peter it's like. i've said this already once. bro does not think love is in the cards for him. there is something Deeply Wrong With Him & he figures it just makes love surpass him. it's not even the gay thing like it's nottt an internalized homophobia thing at all. he's literally just so. yeah. bro thinks he was made wrong (<- op isn't projecting here at all btw) & he's ok with that. when hoffman shows up & The Obsession sprouts from bad soil, peter doesn't even See it's love. and maybe it's not, honestly, but it could be. it Could Be. the suggestion of love is there. he's just. he is so blinded by his own deep-rooted beliefs of his own Wrongness that he doesn't even see it. it's right there but he doesn't see it. he doesn't only Not See it, he misinterprets it as hate. hate and love being two sides of the same coin i suppose. because it can't be love—and there's the kicker, i guess; it can't be love, not because It's Mark Hoffman, it can't be love because it's PETER!! hoffman reeks of could-be love wherever he goes, peter is the one void of it (or so he thinks.) cups peter's face and presses our forehead together. babe it's ok. it's ok. you love with claws and teeth etc it's ok. there is Something Deeply Wrong with you that is also Deeply Wrong with mark hoffman

#sorry guys im feeling so fucking normal about this guy rn #saw #mark hoffman #coffinshipping #hoffstrahm #n #peter strahm #daniel rigg #thinkpieces

[jovalencia]

okay sorry I made that vague ass post about something insane happening then didn't elaborate. and I could write thousands of words about what just happened but I'll limit it.

so I was leaving the body acceptance group (it's over🥳) and I chatted with the people running it and I chatted with one of the other ppl there and I was just gonna go home but I had some diary to write so I was like fuck it I'll go to the science building. on the way I saw this girl squatted down on the sidewalk and she wasn't moving which was weird and I was gonna cross the street but I was like "nah I'll walk past her what if she needs help or something" but I passed her and looked down and she was looking at a huge beetle. so I said "oh my god is that a darkling beetle?" and she went "I have no idea" so I bent down and looked and it was.

we start chatting naturally because anybody who has a love of beetles is a friend of mine and she told me was living in the dorms so I asked which and she said My dorm area from last year so I asked what building and she said my building and I asked what floor and she said 4th. which I'm sure you can guess was my floor. so I was like "that's fuckin wild what are the chances"

and we talk some more and she asks for my instagram and I give it to her and she goes "aw the beetle emoji after your na- no fucking way." and I'm like "what???" bc I thought for sure we had some insane person in common or something. but she goes "look at my bio" so I do and she has "🧃🐢" as her bio. which would just be cute if "🧃🐛" wasn't my bio. so we're like woah that's so weird....

I really wish I remember how exactly this came up in conversation really I do but somehow she mentions that she likes exploring campus at night and breaking into places at night ti study but she's started getting scared since she triggered some silent alarms in the library and since somebody is breaking in and stealing from the [X] building. and she Loves the x building. so I was like "no way I like exploring too, I just explored the x building for the first time recently"

and you know last friday night when I was exploring the mid century modern backrooms nightmare building and I found a piece of paper that was keeping a back door from locking? and I left a note with my email to the person that left the paper there in case they were another freak who explored campus? well. that's x building. and I'm sure you figured this out but she found the fucking note. of all the people in the whole university that could have found that random note I left in the back door of a building. I ran into the girl who found it looking at a beetle that I only know the name of because I want it to be my next tattoo on the ground

and I brought up the paper in the back door thinking She was the one that left it and but She thought I was bringing up the paper without bringing up the note on purpose to be sneaky for some reason. but she told me about the note and how she almost sent me an email but didn't. and I obviously believed her but I was like "bullshit prove it" so she brought up a picture of my note on her phone and just.

idk her and I talked and bonded and traded stories of sneaking in after hours etc and we hugged and I think I found my actual soulmate. I have nothing more to say than the coincidences that led to this are truly incredible and I really Really can't believe that this happened to me. still in shock tbh

only posting this bc you can't see her face really but yeah <3 life is fucking beautiful

#carmen.txt #I didn't even know what to say

[tobiasdrake]

Going to unpack this mystery. Hopefully it will start to make more sense as we move deeper into the Labyrinth.

Oh cool, Vivia's spiritual awareness allows him to retain his knowledge within the Labyrinth. That means he probably will remember our conversation. He'll know exactly what happened when somebody dies.

Awkward.

If we see weird spirit phantoms of Fubuki and Vivia, we'll know Yakou did it. The phantoms always take the form of people who are obstructing the truth of the case. If our fellow Master Detectives are in here, then they're hiding something about Yakou.

Yomi, I fully expect to see here. His determination to close the case with little regard for accuracy is definitely obstructing.

Okay, our first question is....

Blank. Our first question is blank. There is no question.

Y'know what? Sure. Given what a gigantic WTF this case has been thus far, that makes sense.

That fits, actually. Most cases, we go in and begin looking for answers. But much of this case has been spent wandering in the dark trying to figure out what the questions even are. Before we could find what we don't know, we had to figure out what we don't know.

It naturally follows that before we begin to answer questions, we must first decide what questions to even answer.

This is where we're starting? It's a good place to start. The Most Locked-est Room Ever presents a great deal of question marks to be unwrapped.

It's either Jawline or Yakou. We shouldn't settle on an answer just because it feels right.

Amaterasu insider who was selling company secrets with Huesca either hired Jawline or is Jawline. We don't even know for certain that Fink the Slaughter Artist ever set foot on the premises. The details don't quite match his M.O.

There's some doubt. I think the Fink Knife we found with Yakou was bloodless. But I'm not 100% on that one. We don't have a picture of it in our Solution Keys, so I may have misinterpreted that detail.

Okay, I know Kodaka likes to reference various pieces of popular anime and video games, but that is shamelessly Sephiroth. Not even subtle about it.

So, first challenge of the Labyrinth: Did Yuma kill Dr. Huesca?

Uh. No.

Somebody was in the lab. There is no question about that. The killer knocked Ama Pal over, leaving a shoeprint on its head, so they could get out without being spotted by Ama-Pal's camera.

They then ???. I thought before that they concealed themselves behind the heavy security door. But now I think they sprinted all the way down the hall and threw themselves into an airlock decontamination vent. You can't use it to travel but you can use it to hide.

They remained in there while Yomi and his crew entered the lab. Then, once the coast was clear, snuck out and ran into....

Either they were Jawline and they ran into Yakou or they were Yakou and they ran into Jawline.

Bingo. I thought it seemed like an awfully long jog to make without being seen, but Ama-Pal is so slow that I suppose it would be possible.

That explains how they got out, but not in.

The biggest unsolved question mark is being asked outright. Okay. I do not know the answer, but none of these seem right either. How. Ever.

Okay. So.

"Deactivated security by cutting power." Nope. That's impossible. Inner lab is on its own power grid. The blackout wouldn't have done that.

"Invited in by Doctor." What, to die? Huesca was paranoid that someone was out to get him, specifically someone shady. Absolutely not. Plus, the security log says he never deactivated the system in 90 days.

"Never entered in the first place." That. Seems. What? We just proved he was in the lab.

This is an impossible choice. But I'm going to go with "Never entered". It feels the least wrong. If that makes sense.

I have no idea where Yuma is going with this. Unless we're splitting hairs between Jawline and Yakou, and this is an elaborate way of saying Yakou did it. I dunno.

That is not what Yuma's saying.

...that better not be what Yuma's saying. Walk with me to this pier. The doctor killed himself. Then he kicked over Ama-Pal. Then he hid in the decontamination chamber. A perfect solution!

Oh, is that what we're doing? Not picking the answer that's right but proving why each of the available options is wrong? That makes way more sense.

...or did I simply make bad choices?

No, I do not know why Zeus is flashing us. I can't think about that right now.

Super hard to do that to yourself.

But even harder to posthumously assault the next person who comes through that door.

So that leaves us with "Deactivated security by cutting power" which is wrong and "Invited in by doctor" which is wrong.

Let's try the Deactivated Security door.

No, he did not. Separate power grid. Lab's security system was unaffected by the blackout.

There was a blackout. Jawline was down in the electrical room setting that up. He killed the main power, forcing the system to rely on backup power for a while. But to what end, we have no idea, because it didn't help anyone access the inner lab.

By process of elimination, this means Huesca must have invited the killer into the lab! Except a) he wouldn't, b) he didn't, and c) what?

Not without killing the security measures via the shutoff switch, he wouldn't.

The security measures that haven't been killed in 90 days. If Huesca invited someone in, they would have been gassed, electrocuted, and died. Though Huesca wanted to see that happen so maybe he would, just for funsies.

BZZAT All three answers are as wrong as they appeared to be! Nothing is possible! Of what we have here, anyway.

We have no idea how the killer entered. But we have a highly comprehensive understanding of how they didn't. Too bad we're playing prosecution, not defense.

What do we have this time? It's not the blackout. It's not the shutoff switch. And it's not a suicide. The killer got in somehow.

He had no way to disable security, which only fuels my theory that he didn't. He got gassed and now he's dying. In a room full of his colleagues, while Halara tries to give him CPR.

What. How. What. That's not a thing you can do. Spectral Projection doesn't allow you to touch, be heard, or possess bodies.

Also, if the killer (which in this case would be Vivia) could somehow enter via Spectral Projection, why wouldn't they leave the same way?

...well, not necessarily true that it would be Vivia. Yakou might be able to project too, given that weird moment where he talked to us. This still feels... weird, though. It violates the established rules of Spectral Projection. It wouldn't be possible.

Right. The reason this seemed entirely out-of-left-field IMPOSSIBLE is because it's incredibly super-impossible. This was a crack theory and I have no idea why the Labyrinth chucked it at us.

Also, Huesca clearly saw his assailant in the room with him. Ama-Pal felt the assailant exit. There was nothing ghosty about this.

The problem is that we're trying to figure out how the killer beat the traps. But he didn't. He's dying from them as we speak.

...at least in theory. I still don't know how Yakou or Jawline would have made it past the panel room.

It has to be Yakou. The true answer isn't manifesting because, subconsciously, Yuma doesn't want to think about it. He doesn't want to follow that thread to where it leads.

Whoever walked through the gas chamber would be dying right now.

Only someone with access to Fubuki can beat the panel room. She was with us when the murder happened. But maybe she helped Yakou crack it beforehand, then hung around and waited for us to create an alibi.

...but that still doesn't work, because Yakou went the opposite direction from the inner lab when we split up. He had no way to pass by us. That's the fatal flaw in the Yakou Did It theory, which we still haven't answered.

It makes more sense than not that Yakou killed Huesca but it doesn't seem possible.

And then, only using Fubuki's rewind ability. The panel room fries Ama-Pal if it steps on the wrong panel so it's hardly better than going in person.

But Robot Researcher only had one functioning Ama-Pal, and that's the one we used. Whoever used Ama-Pal would need to have learned the trick in adv--

Wait a second. Tick tick tick oh. Robot Researcher can't be Jawline, but he could be Jawline's client. If he's Huesca's co-conspirator then that might explain his intense vitriol.

The reason all of the Ama-Pals aren't functioning could be that Robot Researcher used them to brute-force the panel room passcode. Then passed that information along to Jawline when putting out the hit.

Our one functioning Ama-Pal is simply the one that finally found the right combination.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

[lefluoritesys]

Hi! Random question but what's the funniest/most awkward situation you have ever been in with a headmate/headmates? Also, I love your Tumblr. It helps us through a lot of system denial :)

Thank you so much!! We're glad to hear that, we try our best to make it a safe and positive space!!

I don't think we have stories that people would count as incredibly funny, however, we have a few that stand out to us as at least amusing, lmao. And awkward... don't even get me started.

I (co-host) keep texting people trying to make friends, and don't ask nor tell anybody. And then I just dip. I think it's a pretty effective strategy. :D

The amount of times somebody told us something that we know we would have memorized by hard. Like when we're supposed to have our lessons. And then we'd switch, be asked about it, and don't know the answer as to what that thing was. It puts us in such awkward situations IRL cause of our parents.-

Today, remember the couple that went on a date? One of them had to front to take our sibling to their classes, and they were sulking, so our co-host & persecutor-caretaker had to keep their composure when their partner, from the inner world, said our sibling looks like an offended ostrich.

We got berated for eating the host's chips. We now have a policy about eating chips. Because people ate their bag of chips...

One of the funniest stories were probably with one of our alters who went mostly inner now, though. They once purchased a premium on an app we use a lot without telling anybody, and at the time, we could buy a whole McDonald's meal for that amount of money. Then, we put them in charge of English classes, and they were definitely working, but their way of working was roasting everything and cracking some of the most hilarious jokes we've ever heard. That same alter then offered our mother cyanide.

Some of the things we say are so fucking funny that we made a quote book. For ourselves. And our partner systems. There, we not only have hilarious quotes, but some of the funniest roasts we've ever seen, one of our favorites being:

Host: It's kinda funny how I can do everything alone at front, and y'all have to do it collectively when I'm not around.

Co-host: Nah, we're just healthy.

Our co-host sprained our foot. And called the bandage on it "foot prison." I am not elaborating on their behalf. /laughing

In the inner world, we have this thing where we can track people and where they are at that point in time (especially our robots can do that), and sometimes people decide to play tag. And since our inner world is our inner world, what we basically see is a dot (that represents a person you're watching) telelporting from point A to point B to point E in a matter of seconds. Which doesn't sound funny, but picture it, lmao.

The number of posts we made that were purely targeting each other is insane. And you will never know that they are targeted unless we say something, we are sneaky like that.

At some point some people in the inner world discussed fucking Jesus?? And I mean doing the deed, not the "fucking Jesus." We still have no idea who or why.

And then another two people, whose names we know, discussed our partner system's semi-sentient hotel and what its type would be. In detail. And who they could pair it up with.

Our host is still salty at one of our prosecutors because they bought them cocoa instead of coffee, didn't tell them, and our host couldn't figure our why the coffee was sweet but tasted well, considering we hate coffee with sugar. And then they realized.

Our host address purple so much that now all of us gotta keep up with the idea what "we, a singlet, definitely a singlet (/s), love purple so much" because explaining to our bio family that we don't like it anymore but we also do but also don't would be too difficult for a number of reasons.

One of us can just decide that it's chicken nuggets day, and we will have chicken nuggets for lunch. Not because we don't want to upset this somebody by refusing but because we'd literally switch on the streets halfway to chicken nuggets, stare at the distance for a couple of seconds, and accept our fate.

We generally talk to ourselves in public constantly, we have no shame about that, especially since it's mostly in English, which is not our first language. That got us a lot of looks. We also do that in VCs with our partner system, and we openly switch in front of them and talk about inner world shit.

Hope that gave you a few laughs. /g /pos

-host, co-host & persecutor-caretaker, sexual persecutor

#did system #did #osdd #osdd system #dissociative identity disorder #system #other specified dissociative disorder #did osdd #system stuff #system things #osdd 1a #osdd 1b #complex dissociative identity disorder #cdid system #cdid #did stories #did positivity #osdd positivity #system positivity #plural positivity

[mettywiththenotes]

Thoughts on the new episode

- When Jaune asks the team if it’s really them, he almost looks like the kid he used to be. Going from the jaded knight to vulnerable in an instant

- I’m sure somebody has already pointed this out but we don’t see Jaune tell them anything of what happened in Atlas and considering the way everyone acts when they exit the cave, he didn’t reveal what happened with Penny. In the storm too, he sees Penny’s image in the reflection and turns away from it. I’m wondering if Jaune is avoiding the topic altogether (for whatever reason. could range between ignoring his own feelings - the whole Keep Moving Forward thing - or waiting until they get out of the Ever After?)

- Now Ruby has two people who are not elaborating on what happened to Penny

- Jaune knows that the only way out of the storm is to solve the problem or wait until it passes. Exactly how does he know this? It seems Jaune still has his own emotional problems to sort out (the Keep Moving Forward thing, Penny - assuming he hasn’t already come to terms with it. however, he does seem to be avoiding telling the team about it, which could be one thing), so does that mean Jaune has been... waiting for the storm to pass each time he’s been through, however many times he has? For 30+ years? And if he has been through them, exactly what problems has he sorted out? Genuinely seems like he’s become a little Worse in his emotional state and I’m just wondering how many times he’s been through this storm to basically explain what it is, how it works and why they’re here when they enter it

- Curious how the sign that looks like Jaune isn’t even how he currently looks, but rather how he used to look. How he looked when he landed in the Ever After. And the mirrors constantly reflect how he used to look too

- If the Bumbleby storm is a bridge where they needed to “take the first step to meet each other”, what is the part of the storm with the mirrors? Is it meant to represent how Jaune, Weiss and Ruby need to reflect on the parts of themselves they’re ignoring? (Jaune avoiding the news with Penny, Ruby needs to reflect on her mother and what she thinks might have happened - how she feels about it - and Weiss needs to reflect on what she must do now that Atlas, and thus the Schnee home, has been destroyed). Something like that I guess?

- “It all happened,” Jaune looks at a reflection of Penny “Just not the way Alyx said when she wrote it.” Is very on the nose for someone who seems to be avoiding what happened with Penny. Also fits the way Weiss told Ruby “Jaune tried to help.” - she never specified how he tried to help

- Jaune mentions them going to the Herbalist but he is nowhere in the picture. Did he wait outside or something?

- Curious how the Curious Cat looks unsure with the Herbalist but after, when Jaune says Alyx lost trust in them, they are smiling wide. And when Alyx poisons Jaune, the Cat’s eyes are visible before the story fades out - almost as if it was all planned but I doubt it was

- I wonder if Jaune tried to keep everyone on track with the story so much that Alyx grew suspicious of his motives because of how he may have acted

- “Thank you for this lesson Ruby Rose, Huntress-” I love how the Cat says this like they’re naming Ruby’s purpose and almost with an air of amusement. Like they’re only repeating what Ruby has said before but they obviously know there’s more to it

- “I’ll be on my way now. Stay with your friend.” the way Cat says that is ominous. CAN Jaune be trusted? And can the Curious Cat be trusted at all?

- I’m only now realising that the storm passed because the Curious Cat made the decision FOR the team to leave. Between Jaune, Weiss and Ruby, the problem was “go with the cat or Jaune?” and the Cat picked for them by leaving. Be patient with me lol

- Probably the most interesting and ominous scene of this episode (imo) is the last minute or so

Jaune enters with the case holding Crescent Rose and he is smiling. Softer, a little less tense; this is clearly something he’s been waiting to do and now the time has come to do it. He speaks almost fondly, with as much care as his jaded older self could have, and of course when he opens the case, Ruby looks shocked and unsure

Jaune is the one to call her out of her trance. When she looks back at him and thanks him, Jaune is kind of... I don’t know how to describe it. Like he’s frowning and tense again. The smile is gone. He turns, saying “Don’t mention it” and on the shot where we see him walking towards the “camera”, his expression is shown as sad. Emotional, almost. Worried, maybe

And when Jaune talks about how Alyx may have wrote Lewis out of the story, he blinks, his eyes all emotional again (the signature “I’m about to cry” tell), and leaves

Jaune just went through 5 emotions in less than a minute. And, still, I’m wondering wtf that all means as well as wondering what Jaune was thinking

#a little smthg smthg #rwby #rwby v9 #rwby v9 spoilers #rwby spoilers #jaune arc #mostly jaune #mettys posts #metty posts

[blaiddfailcam]

Exploring the relationships of Empyreans,Marika and Ranni, and their Shadows, Blaidd and Maliketh is so interesting

I can brainrot all day about how tragic it was

One of Maliketh's words was "Marika...why...wouldst thou gull me....why.... shatter". This can indicate a lot:

1. He doesn't understand why she had forsaken him,which means he didn't know about the failsafe inside of him. He said Marika lied to him, could it be that she never told him about the failsafe?

2. He doesn't understand her motives,he probably knew about the Elden Ring being shattered and he wasn't really let in on the plot. I'm following the theory that Marika had an elaborate plan to destroy the Elden Ring and it was less about her grief over Godwyn's death. He even tried to restore the Golden Order bcuz that was what she wanted without knowing she probably wanted the Order destroyed

What are the chances that the Shadows didn't know they are meant to hinder their Empyreans?

I mean we know Shadows are double bladed knives of the Empyreans, but not Shadows realising their double bladed aspect, they just seemed to know that they're meant to die for their Empyreans should the day come

This can paint the picture that the Shadows are endlessly and blindly loyal to their Empyreans to the end,even if their Empyreans can be forced to abandon them at some point should the inevitable come

Just like what Maliketh said in the Abridged series: "I'm her sworn Shadow, I would've have given my life for her if she had asked"

It's painful knowing that the Shadows will do just anything for their Empyreans even if they might be betrayed in the end

Yeah!! I love mulling over this dynamic! (In fact, I was planning to eventually write an entire blog post about it, but I have several others I'm already chipping away at.)

It feels to me as if Blaidd and Maliketh's corruption isn't entirely the result of an outside influence, but rather the sting of betrayal by their beloved masters is what drives them mad. The two of them were "created" to be unconditionally loyal and to admire their Empyreans almost like siblings. This bond is so powerful, I think, that breaking it causes them such severe anguish that they lose sight of themselves, lashing out at their own Empyreans.

The actual trigger that causes Blaidd to go mad is the simple act of picking up the Dark Moon Ring. While he likely has no way of knowing when the player does this, I like to think it illustrates Blaidd's anguish over abandonment, and that maybe he wishes he could have followed Ranni to the stars in our place. The player's action is in itself another form of betrayal toward Blaidd. After his death, Iji confesses that he gravely misjudged Blaidd's resistance to the Two Fingers—even after Ranni discarded him, he still defended her with his life, as agonized he might have been.

As for Marika, I feel that she had become disillusioned with godhood and Eternity long ago, hence her declaration to "search the depths of the Golden Order." I don't know that I believe her intention was always to shatter the Elden Ring, but I'm more inclined to believe that Godwyn's death simply proved what she felt in her heart, and so she vowed to destroy the Golden Order.

I agree that Maliketh likely didn't understand this (especially if he'd been isolated in Farum Azula for so long), which is why he expresses so much frustration over her trespass. Unlike Blaidd, who determined to reject fate if it would lead him to hurt Ranni, Maliketh's loyalties are toward the ideals Marika was supposed to embody. He sacrificed everything to elevate her to godhood, and in the end, she threw it all away. I imagine that would have hurt a lot...

Somebody give these dopey wolf boys a hug :')

[rinbowaman]

WAIT JUST FINISHED READING CHAPTER 6... yn has an ALTER EGO?? AND HEE PICKED THE NAME SOMEBODY HOLD ME THIS IS TOO GOOD

SPOILER BELOW

Hey love, yes that’s correct. The next arc (going to post first chapter next week) will include backstory and elaborate how Eden came into the picture. But yeah, y/n has an alter ego and Ethan picked the name. In the chapter, if you remember the parts I mentioned the “creeping urge” that was Eden wanting to come out.

The chapter shows the parts where it will mention the creeping urge beating/pulsating in her chest, and if you notice, it always happened when Ethan was calling for her (like through his groans, or his pace in bringing y/n to orgasm) which ultimately lets her come out. I strategically placed hints but wasn’t trying to make it too obvious the first time you read, but after read it all the way to the end, I wanted the reader to get the “ah! Let me go back and find those moments” that was the intent at least. Last chapter, when Heeseung was asking y/n how she wanted to go by the situation (leave or teach Samuel a lesson) Heeseung mentioned “I can do it, but you gotta want to. We’re in this together” or something along that line, it’s him referring bringing Eden out.

The quotes where Ethan says “come on, come to me” and the “hang in there I want to see my pretty girls face” or the part where it said something along the lines of “Ethan relishes in the moment waiting for it to come to him” those were all moments that refers to ethan drawing/calling for his Eden, (there’s also a line in there that mentions the creeping urge only appears in her chest when she’s getting it on with Ethan) bc y/n and Heeseung have their wholesome connection already. Eden is like the equivalent of Ethan to Heeseung. Pretty much paired it so that Y/Nn X Heeseung and EthanXEden bc I wanted to include some juiciness for the pairs in the third arc.

#heeseung smut

[scribbledghost]

Pairing: Minotaur!Whiskey x Reader (no Y/N, F!reader)

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,605

Warnings: cursing, angst at the end

“There’s no way. There’s no fuckin’ way.”

It was almost amusing, watching the ever-composed Mayor Darlene Hendrix pace about her office muttering to herself in disbelief. 

You’d finally told her about Jack’s existence, as well as some very brief details of how he’d come to be in the state he was. And as you’d expected, she didn't believe you at first. You showed her pictures of yourself and Jack together that you had on your phone, reminding her that you had no way of photoshopping such images. She’d hemmed and hawed and given a few more excuses for the photos that you’d debunked, then began her current activity of pacing and muttering.

“Why didn’t you tell us when you moved in?” she whispered loudly, not wanting anyone to hear despite both of you being alone behind a thick oak door. 

“No one would’ve believed me,” you said simply. “You would’ve all thought I was just the loony outsider in the woods.”

“You could’ve brought him into town with you!” she replied.

“Yeah?” you asked, a bemused smile on your face. “And how do you think people would’ve reacted to that?”

“I-” she started, then paused. “Okay, you’ve got me there. Still, I… this… what the fuck.”

It was comical, in a twisted way.

“You’re sure he’s not dangerous?” she finally asked.

“Absolutely,” you said honestly. “He’s never hurt me. He never would. The only time he gets even slightly intimidating is when something threatens our safety, that’s it. Jack would never hurt somebody just because. Think about it, Darlene - we’ve been here for almost two years. And not once has anyone in town seen hide nor hair of him. He’s never caused a fuss, never made any trouble. You can trust him, just like you trust me. He’s a good person, you just have to give him a chance.”

Darlene sat back down at her desk, folding her hands and resting her mouth on them as she stared down.

“You… you understand how batshit crazy this sounds, right?”

“Of course. Why do you think it took me so long to tell you?”

“That’s a good question,” she said, “why are you telling me this now?”

You sighed, preparing yourself to explain the other half of your predicament.

“Because I think we’re about to have a problem,” you replied.

“What… what kind of problem?” she asked seriously.

“It’s about Mason. Mason Stillwater?”

Darlene took a deep, relieved breath. Clearly she’d been expecting you to divulge something like Jack was slowly going feral and was about to become a threat.

“Yeah, what about him? I noticed the two of you were kinda tense this mornin’.”

“He’s… getting suspicious,” you explained. “Threatened to go out and have a look around my property whether I consented to it or not. I’m… I’m scared he’ll show up without warning. Jack won’t have time to hide. Then Mason will run back to town, crying ‘monster’, and then either half the town will show up to drive us out, or they’ll… or they’ll hurt Jack.”

Darlene fell quiet. 

“Please,” you implored her, leaning in closer, “our past together is a long story, one best left for another time, but I need you to understand that Jack and I… you couldn’t even imagine how much we’ve been through together. How much Jack alone has been through. We finally came here and found a place where we could be left in peace. A place where we felt like we belonged. Darlene, we’ve worked so hard to make a life for ourselves, I… please, I’m begging you, from the bottom of my heart, please don’t let someone like Mason Stillwater take that away from us.”

She stared at you for several excruciatingly long, tense moments. You could only hope your expression was as pleading and sincere as you wanted it to be.

“Okay,” she said, and you deflated. “...Okay. I… you’re right. Neither of you have ever caused any problem, even though I’m sure you’ve had plenty of opportunities to if you really wanted. If this is just some sort of elaborate prank, then fine. Egg on my face, I guess. But you’re… you’re not the type to lie. So… whaddya need from me?”

“Your trust is more than enough,” you said, “and you have my gratitude for it. I just… I just needed you to know, in case Mason comes in and tries to tell you he saw something. I needed to take his ammunition away from him, remove some of the leverage he has.”

Darlene nodded.

“Yeah,” she said, “yeah, I get it. Hard for him to try and blackmail you or cause trouble when I already know.”

“Exactly.”

She sighed, clearly still struggling to fully comprehend the situation. You gave her space, answering various questions when they came to her but otherwise not pushing the issue too much.

The two of you spent the next hour or so discussing various contingency plans with regards to Jack and Mason. Most of them hinged on Mason trespassing on your property and catching Jack unawares, then running back into town and sounding the alarm. Darlene confirmed your earlier assumption that Mason wasn’t the type to resort to violence immediately, but rather the type to turn the rest of the town against you both instead. 

“I doubt that man’s ever held a gun in his life,” Darlene mused. “Come’ta think of it, he’s probably never held anything but the silver spoon he was born with. It was like pullin’ teeth to get him to help clean up, and even then it seems like he’s only agreed so he could get under your skin.”

The revelation didn’t surprise you. But something still nagged at you.

“That’s the thing,” you said. “He’s… never given me problems before. Why is he starting now, I wonder?”

Darlene sighed, running her hands along her face.

“Honestly, the best I can figure is ‘cause he’s lookin’ for a way to control something. Anything. See, he… lost his father in all this. I mean, we all lost people, or at least know someone who lost someone. But Mason… his father was sorta his life compass, you know? Taught him everythin’ he knows. And when he lost him, I’m assuming some kind of switch went off in his brain. He feels so out of control without him, that he’s looking for anything he can to try and get some of that back. To find some reason behind it all. And it… looks like he’s settled on blaming you for it, and getting revenge to boot.”

“Misplaced grief?”

“Mhm,” she replied. “At least, that’s the best guess I have. It’s not like I’ve talked to him at length about all this or anything. I just know what he’s reported, and that’s that he lost his dad. The rest is just speculation.”

You looked out her office window to notice the sun dipping low in the sky.

“I should probably get home,” you said, standing from the chair, “to be honest, I’m… kind of worried. I haven’t seen Mason all day.”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Darlene reassured you with a pat on your shoulder, “if he’d gone up and found somethin’, I’m sure the whole town would’a heard about it by now.”

You took her placations in stride, though your anxiety still nagged at you. She bade you farewell, a somewhat haunted look in her eye when she thought you couldn’t see as you left. You felt bad for her, felt guilty for dumping Jack’s existence on her in such circumstances. But you didn’t have a choice. You were simply grateful that she’d seemed to handle it so well, though in the back of your mind you knew that she’d probably be fishing out the bottle of alcohol she once told you she keeps beneath her nightstand when she got home later. Not that you could blame her, of course.

As you walked through town, the long shadows giving way to darkened skies, you could only hope she’d come to fully believe you and cover for you should Mason find something - or rather, someone - he wasn’t supposed to see.

You drove home slowly, taking care to keep an eye out for any animals nearby. They’d become more active since the infestation, no doubt spurred out into the open by the lack of human activity nearby. You also sighed in relief as you turned onto your hidden drive, noticing how you hadn’t passed any cars going the opposite direction on your way back.

That’s a good sign, you thought to yourself. Perhaps Darlene was right. Maybe Mason was just hiding himself away somewhere.

You pulled up in your drive, releasing a tense breath when you noticed no other cars were present. You felt light as you made your way inside, a weight lifted from your shoulders.

One that was immediately replaced when there was no sign of Jack and no lights turned on.

You silently made your way through the main room, into the bathroom, then finally into your bedroom before you called Jack’s name, turning various lights on as you went so you could see. As you called his name, you heard shuffling coming from the closet, a flat pane of wood emerging ahead of your Minotaur. 

“Is… is he gone?”

Your heart dropped.

“Is who gone?”

Jack looked around the space, his body language tense and anxious and upset as he continued to clutch the wooden shield in his hands. You didn’t need him to tell you outright for you to already know, and the thought alone made your blood boil.

Mason had been here.

#agent whiskey #minotaur whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #ghost scribbles

[shibasparklez]

Anniversary Gifts 💖⚡️

(Happy five years to us! I wrote this to celebrate 🍻)

I hummed to myself as I cut up apples, the morning mist coming in from the opened windows comforting me. Thor was still in bed, his snores still audible from the bedroom. I hoped that he would stay asleep for a while, so I had time to prepare breakfast. Which had taken an entire week for me to gather the ingredients for, along with the rest of the day’s meals. I was going to spoil my husband all day, since it was the day of our anniversary. My present for him was smaller, and handmade so I wanted to make up for that. Though I knew he would be excited about anything I gave him. One time I gave him a barrette I had stored in my bag, and it’s still in the house years later.

The official date of our anniversary was up for debate. Since we first kissed and started acting like a couple weeks before we were “officially” dating. We didn’t go on a proper date for a couple of months, since we were so busy at the time. The two of us decided to put the date on the day of our first kiss, since in our eyes that’s when we really became a couple. Our marriage anniversary was a completely different story, since it happened in space and none of us really knew the exact day.

The past few days, Thor was beginning to act odd around me. Often ending conversations early, going out for long stretches of time, and being vague when I asked what was going on. At least until he could tell I was getting upset, and he let it slip that he was preparing something big for our anniversary. Even though I brought it on myself, I was slightly nervous. As well as so excited that it seemed like at any moment I would explode into confetti and bubbles. Which likely added to the nerves. I was starting to get insecure about my gift, which is partially why I planned the three meals.

The first one was a simple eggs, fruit, and bacon. Yet everything was sold fresh from farmers around town. All of the fruit was from orchards and markets in the area, and I was planning to put it all on a board. Charcuterie style, which I assumed wouldn’t work with breakfast until I saw some fancy photos online. Already I had cut up a series of strawberries and tried to arrange them like a flower. Which was sort of like the pictures online, just a lot more crooked. I was working on all of the fruits, arranging them before working on the meat and eggs.

The fruits were a mixture of both of our favorites. Passion fruit, green grapes, pineapple, raspberries, apples, watermelon, blueberries, blackberries, basically every kind of berry, and kiwis. Not all of them I could get in town, though I could find most of them from local farmer’s markets. I had just finished cutting most of them, all I had to do was snap off groups of green grapes and place them on each side. The board had enough room for the plates of bacon and eggs. Already there were some waffles on the side, bordering the fruit.

As I prepared the stove, I remembered an odd moment from the past couple of weeks. A moment where I was taking a walk along my favorite path along the shore, and caught a glimpse of a huge group on the beach. Jane, Wanda, Sam, Bruce, Valkyrie, a few people I didn’t recognize, and I swore I caught a glimpse of Peter. Before I could ask anyone a single question, Sam leaped from the beach all the way to the top of the hillside. Making the emerald green grass brush against my legs in the intense wind. He acted like nothing was happening, taking me back to his house to work on my present for Thor.

What were they all doing down there? Especially without telling me about it beforehand. I would have been upset if they were playing around in the water, but they were just...searching for something. So I brushed it off, assuming that Bruce had lost his glasses or something. Yet what nagged at me even while I prepped the most elaborate breakfast I’d ever made, is the site of Peter. Somebody would have told me if he was coming to visit. The trip down from New York was a long one, with an overnight flight and a drive down a bumpy mountain road. Usually I was the one to drive him down if my mom or May wasn’t with him.

Once again I brushed it off in my mind, wanting to focus entirely on cooking. The bacon was a perfect, thick cut that I could already smell before it was on the pan. As I started to cook my stomach audibly growled from the sight of the meat browning. The smell was heavenly, filling the room with the scent of delicious bacon. I cherished the sound of the sizzle against the pan, licking my lips from the thought of eating it. Until I stopped in my tracks from a second all too familiar sound. Thor’s thundering footsteps coming down the hall.

“Don’t come out yet! My present isn’t done!” I shouted, not wanting to leave the bacon unattended.

“Of course, I need to prepare my present as well!” Thor chuckled, and I sighed dreamily.

“How about we give them to each other at breakfast?” I had to keep my voice raised over the sound of the bacon.

“Wonderful plan! Just shout when you’re ready, darling.” He made a series of shuffling noises from our bedroom.

“Happy anniversary!” I giggled at our odd first words to each other.

“Same to you, dear!” His voice was farther away than before.

I finished up the breakfast as fast as I could without trading in my accuracy. Placing the gorgeous bacon on a plate in the center of the board, and soon filled another plate with a whole dozen of scrambled eggs. That I filled with cheese and a little bit of minced garlic. Which was probably a little over the top, but I wanted to impress him. Mostly with my presentation, but I was proud of how delicious my spread smelled. I topped off the board with two glasses, some iced coffee for him and green tea for me. Calling him in finally, I almost started to cry when he reacted to the meal. His big beautiful eyes widened with shock, then a massive grin spread across his lips. The same face he made when I was singing on stage, with stars in his eyes.

“Darling, this is…” He came over to me and kissed my lips. “I can’t thank you enough this is...truly beautiful.”

“You know how you can thank me?” I kissed his cheek. “Eat up, baby!”

“Come sit with me.” He grasped my wrist, leading me to the table. “Right next to me, so I can hug you whenever I please.”

“Good plan! We can try all of the same things too!” I sat on the chair right next to him, laying my head on his shoulder.

“Dottie, this is fantastic. How early did you get up this morning in order to prepare for this?” He kissed my head.

“Only about an hour earlier than usual.” I kissed his cheek in return. “Getting everything was actually the harder part. All of it was a lot of fun though.”

We ate mostly in silence, but one of comfort. Of enjoying the wonderful food. The bacon melted in my mouth with each bite, and I was nearly in tears from the taste. I kept checking Thor’s face for his reaction. Luckily he seemed to be thinking the same way. We gorged ourselves on everything in front of us, only stopping once the whole board had been cleared. I was full, satisfied, with a heart full of love for my husband. Thor patted his stomach, pulling me close to him with an arm around my waist.

“I love you so much, Dottie. You truly spoil me.” He murmured into my ear.

“Baby, I love you too. Honestly, your reaction to my cooking was a present to me.” I embraced him, rubbing his stomach. “Did the food taste good?”

“Exquise, delicious, wonderful, every word for amazing that I can think of.” He slid his hands over mine.

“Okay, I still have one more gift.” I stood from the chair. “Originally it was going to be my main gift but...you’ll see!”

I didn’t want to put all of my insecurities on him. Knowing that it would be unfair. Since no matter what he truly thought, for my sake he’d likely compliment my work. I walked into the living room, opening up a cupboard that was mostly empty. Besides my homemade plush of Mjolnir. Which was very clearly amatuer, even though I’d put hours into the stitch work. Jane taught me how to use a sewing machine for the project. The plush was made to be a pillow, with soft cotton and airy fluff inside. I gulped, standing with my back facing him to prepare myself. Before deciding I needed to show him, so I turned around and handed him the plush.

Thor needed a moment to process what I gave him. Once he did, the smile on his face was enough to make a ton of weights lift off my chest. Followed by his infectious laughter as he gave the hammer a hug. He pulled me onto his lap, covering my cheek and neck with kisses. I squealed, giggling loudly and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. Keeping the hammer on one knee, he squeezed the handle. Which I made out of the same fabric, but filled the inside with a firmer material.

“Did you craft this yourself?” He cupped my cheek.

“Yeah, I tried my best anyway.” I stared at the hammer bashfully. “After you said you were planning something big, I got a little insecure. It’s not your fault or anything! Since I asked you what you were up to and everything but…”

“Dottie, I love it.” He grasped my hand, kissing the tips of my fingers. “Is this the cause of all of the bandages on your fingers?”

“...yeah.” I still had two Hello Kitty bandaids on both of my hands. “Honestly, I don’t know how Jane put up with me for so long. Though she was proud of me when I finished the pillow.”

“As she should be. I’m proud of you for learning a new skill.” He hugged the hammer once again. “I also adore this little guy. Mjolnir...you must have noticed…”

“How much you missed your hammer after the big fight? I did. Part of me worried you’d be offended by it…” I brushed my thumb against his palm.

“No, not at all! I find the thought to be touching. How long have you worked on this?” Thor kissed my hand again, lingering for a few moments.

“For almost a year, I think? Well, I got the idea a few weeks after the big fight. Then Jane taught me basic sewing skills, which ate up most of the time. Wait, should learning to sew be in the creating process?” I started to ramble.

“Dottie…” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You learned to sew in order to make a gift for me, I find that more romantic than anything that can be bought.”

“You have no clue how happy it makes me to hear that.” I almost cried, but stopped when I noticed a small box out of the corner of my eye.

“Alright, I need to give you your gift.” He clearly caught me staring. “Will you stand, dear?”

I stood from his lap, unsure of where the moment was going. The size of the box gave me an idea, but I kept my mind open to all possibilities. Just having him with me was a present on its own. Watching him smile so often after spending so many years in a stupor. Making up for all of the time we lost was a priceless gift. I was lost in thought until he got down on one knee. Holding up the box, giving me a dazzling smile. I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands. All kinds of thoughts swirling around my head at once.

“W-we’re already married!” I stammered, slightly confused but excited at the same time.

“Yes, I know!” He chuckled, opening the box. “This is for you, my love.”

I took the box with trembling hands, happy tears streaming down my face when the ring met my gaze. The ring was made of a clean silver, with multiple pieces of sea glass inside. Varying in color from green, blue, to even a bit of light pink. I had a fascination with sea glass ever since I was a little girl. The texture was mesmerizing to me, sharp glass turning to a smooth stone. Surrounding the pieces were small jewels that sparkled in the sleepy morning light. I was smiling so hard that my jaw was sore.

“Thor...you...how did you know? Have I told you about how much I love sea glass?” I continued to stare at the ring, as mesmerized as I was as a child.

“Admittedly, I cheated. I asked your mother.” He stood from his kneel, taking the ring gently. “May I?”

“Of course!” I held out my hand, cooing as he slid the ring perfectly over my finger. “Wow, you got my size perfectly! Did you measure in my sleep or something?”

“No, I asked Jane to find an excuse to put a ring on your finger.” He continued to hold my hand.

“Oh, that’s why she needed me to test a fake ring for her! Meanwhile I was wondering when she got into jewelry.” I realized, my memory of the beach made sense as well. “Oh! You all were on the beach to find sea glass! That’s...really nice of them to chip in like that.”

“Now, this isn’t the last part of your gift.” He gave me his ring, and I slid the gorgeous jewelry onto his finger. “I have...a question for you.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” I tilted my head.

“Would you like to have a second wedding ceremony? On Earth, where all of our friends and family can attend?” Thor grasped both of my hands.

I was shocked by the question, until rolling the idea around in my mind. Our first wedding was on a spaceship, spur of the moment and only in front of a few that I knew closely. Peter never saw me get married. Neither did May, or Shuri, or any of the other Avengers. Though some of them never would get to. My own mother never saw my marriage, only hearing stories from me when we met again. Plus, I often dreamed about having a more traditional marriage. I avoided telling him since I knew at the time we were doing the best we could.

“...yes! Baby, of course I‘d love to!” I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him deeply.

“You would?” His eyes widened.

“Yes! That’s a great idea!” I hugged him firmly.

“Your mother told me that couples often have second ceremonies to renew their vows.” He scooped me up into his arms. “Come, we have to tell everyone!”

“Okay! Let’s tell the King first!” I squeaked, holding onto him as he brought me out of the house.

#thundersnow #self insert #self ship #self shipping #self insert writing #self ship writing #self ship anniversary #anniversary #mine 🐇

[aces-and-anime]

If it's alright, I was hoping to bounce a few thoughts off a fellow ace blogger.

I'm concerned I might be in this weird limbo where my labels make me "not queer enough" to exclusionists online, while the number of labels (3: grey-ace, bi-romantic, nonbinary) that I use to specify my identity are labeled "too queer" by those who hold simpler/more traditional labels IRL (gay/bi/lesbian/trans).

I know microlabels & neopronouns aren't *supposed* to be stigmatized, but there is the sense that I've thought *too* hard about who I am, or would at least be better off not sharing these burdensome facts. It's not as if I'm showboating or broadcasting them at every opportunity (as I'm not the showboating type), but they just feel burdensome to others (and therefore myself.)

I don't want my friends to see me as the showboating, "special snowflake" sort, or someone who is too-easily swept-up in "online culture/trends" without thinking for oneself. I'm sorely tempted to retract what information I have shared about my identity, and to show this side of me as little as possible.

Do you have advice on how to handle this?

hmmm I have multiple thoughts on this, as someone who also has 3 labels (demisexual, panromantic trans man/ trans masc) .

First things first: I know it's easier said than done but you shouldn't be putting so much weight behind what exclusionists may think of you. Their opinions on your identity are completely irrelevant. What matters the most is your understanding of yourself. Second, I do however understand the wish for a simpler identity to explain particularly when it comes to new people or when it comes to people who may not understand due to lack of knowledge of the queer community.

The way I personally deal with such situations (and full disclosure this may not be the best way or the way that works for everybody) is that I will simply say I'm ace or gay (as I'm in a mlm relationship therefore just saying gay is easier) to new people or those with less knowledge but if somebody asks me more directly and shows an interest in knowing more about me in depth (eg. maybe they ask "so when did you know you were gay?" or something like that) I will then elaborate and give them a clearer picture on my identity. For me it often comes down to the relevance of the situation. I also have plenty of friends with complicated identities who prefer to simply go by "queer" because that's what they feel more comfortable saying. And yes, you are absolutely queer enough to identify as queer if you so wish to since you are not a cisgender heterosexual (and only being both at the same time would disqualify you).

Of course, sharing your sexual and gender identity with others is in no way an obligation. You can share as much or as little of them as you see fit on a case by case basis - please know however that wanting to share your entire identity with someone is in no way "showboating" and anyone who thinks so is wrong.

TLDR: it can be complicated but - be yourself, be safe and don't let the bastards grind you down!

#asexual #grey ace #biromanic #bi #nonbinary #nb #asks #lgbtqia #lgbt+

[lizzygrantarchives]

Radio.com, August 16, 2013

As a remix of "Summertime Sadness" brings her to radio in a big way, we sit down with Lana Del Rey to discuss the past and the future.

By 10:30 p.m, almost 100,000 people have filed out of Chicago’s Grant Park following the first day of Lollapalooza 2013, held a couple weeks back. As the mass of coming-down kids move toward the exits, Lana Del Rey sits at a picnic table backstage, just far enough away from the noise. It’s so dark where she sits that until you come close enough to catch her eye, the only thing you can really see is the cherry of her cigarette. This post-festival scene is in stark contrast to her “pretty crazy” headlining performance earlier that night.

“I had to go around the world for two years just to have an audience in Chicago,” she told Radio.com. “I mean, I could just have been unpopular forever, that probably would have been a lot less tiring.”

A year and a half later, after all the panning and parodies of Born to Die have come and gone, there’s a touch of fame PTSD in how Lana Del Rey speaks about herself. She references her “not great welcoming into the American public eye,” but the truth of the matter is, we’re in the midst of the second coming of Lana Del Rey. When tastemakers grow tired, artists of a poppy temperament can try the most mainstream, “of the people” medium: radio.

Those who wrote off Lana Del Rey may be surprised to learn that she has a No. 1 song on a Billboard chart (Dance/Mix Show Airplay) this week. And a Top 5 (Hot Rock Songs, where she has multiple songs charting). And a Top 15 (Digital Songs). And, most noteworthy of all, a Top 20 on the Hot 100, where French house DJ/producer Cedric Gervais’ remix of “Summertime Sadness” currently sits at No. 16. Originally released on Born to Die, “Summertime Sadness” has been given new life through its remixes, with Gervais’ version racking up adds at Top 40 stations nationwide throughout the last month.

Meanwhile, “Young and Beautiful,” Lana’s contribution to The Great Gatsby soundtrack, is receiving airplay on alternative, not pop, stations. Radio isn’t quite sure what sure what to do with Lana Del Rey, but stations are playing her nonetheless. And not surprisingly, she couldn’t be more thrilled. She discussed all this and more in a meandering chat, including her plans for a new album, which she says have been thrown off by the recent barrage of leaks of her songs.

“To be honest, what really happened was, three years ago somebody remotely accessed my hard drive, so even songs I’ve never emailed to myself [were accessed],” she explained. “There are hundreds of them.”

Seeing your set tonight, it’s clear that your stage performance is more elaborate now than it was when you first started touring behind Born To Die, particularly because of the video vignettes. What were trying to achieve with this incarnation of your live show?

Well, I’m sort of influenced each day by whatever I come upon. Like I don’t listen to that much new music, but I actually really love Father John Misty, who kind of reminded me of my roots. I went back to listening to Joan Baez and Bob Dylan, whose life path really influenced my life path 10 years ago when I was 18. For the visuals, sometimes before the songs even come to me, I definitely have a picture first of something I want to paint with words. I remember when I was 16 and I read Howl by Allen Ginsberg; that was the first time I kind of realized you could paint pictures with words and I wanted to do that.

I actually kind of met my directorial soulmate with Anthony Mandler. I always give him these mood boards and storyboards that he goes through and makes all of the visions I have come to life. He never says no and he asks me why do I want it to be about the kindness of strangers, like in the case of “Ride” [the video/short film] — why am I with different men and things like that? I tell him it’s not about being submissive to men or anything like that. It’s about not really knowing anyone close to you who can help you, and being really lucky enough to finding people who you just meet randomly, who can take care of you until you can take care of yourself.

This is to say, the visuals kind of come from ideas that I think are important. But when it comes to the live show itself, that’s the one thing I really don’t think too much about. I’m kind of traditional in that way, where I don’t have much of a magic show. I’m just kind of there to sing and I don’t have too too much to say.

Something that struck me tonight was that I was standing among all of these young girls and I heard at least five times, “I want to be her.” This whole festival is full of girls in flower headbands like you’re wearing right now. Are you aware of these things?

Wow. Well, my reaction is that it’s pretty surreal considering I didn’t have a great welcoming into the American public eye. I kind of feel lucky enough to have written those songs for myself and to tell my own story to myself. I think it’s important to be a witness to your own life through writing. And for me, I thought that would be where it’s really going to end because I’m not going to be accepted — that is my fate. But I’ve learned to go along with things. I toured all over Europe, which was totally madness — a lot of people, big crowds. I was kind of leading a double life, ’cause I’d come home to America and things were very quiet — I’d go about my day and take care of my brother and sister who live with me. So in a way, I’m just glad that nothing’s going wrong.

Considering this young female audience you have, do you feel any pressure to be a role model?

Well I think the good thing is, I do actually aim to live my life with grace and dignity, if anyone felt like emulating it. I know I look a certain way sometimes, or cast a certain vibe. But I really don’t like to be in trouble. I like to live a good life, it is important to me.

At a certain point, though, doesn’t your act become performance art?

Well it’s kind of become that. When the audience gets bigger, it becomes less for you and more of a performance, even though I’m not really a natural performer. I love to write, I love to record in the studio – that’s what I love.

Speaking of, are you working on any new music right now?

I was until my record got leaked last week, ’cause my life is like completely invaded. But yeah, I’m writing songs that I really like right now. They’re really low-key and stripped back, all sort of West Coast inspired. The further along I’ve gotten, the more I stay working with like the same four people. Like Dan [Daniel Heath, who co-wrote “Blue Jeans”], who’s not into pop music but rather, a composer for scores and studied under Hans Zimmer. Him and my boyfriend Barrie [Barrie-James O'Neill, of Glasgow folk-rock band Kassidy]. But I want to work with Lou Reed, and I’d like to kind of keep things low-key and cool.

I think the thought was that some of those leaked demos were of songs you wrote much earlier in your career.

Well some of them were, but some of them, like “Black Beauty,” weren’t…

Are you going to move forward with work on them, or do you feel too discouraged because of the leaks?

I do feel discouraged, yeah. I don’t really know what to put on the record. But I guess I could just put them on and see what happens. Each time I write… I’ll never write a song if I don’t think it’s going to be perfect for the record.

That’s a lot of pressure to put on yourself.

That’s the way I kind of do it, which means I don’t write all the time. My muse is really fleeting. Sometimes it’s six months. I don’t really push it. ’Cause you have to go do things to write about. You have to go get into to trouble to write about it. (Laughs)

Do you feel like where your life is at right now is more conducive to writing music more organically than before Born To Die came out and you were so shrouded in hype?

Yeah, I didn’t like that. I don’t think it’s been conducive to writing, being on the road and all that. I don’t really feel inspired to write at all, but beforehand, when I was in Brooklyn for nine years… I was kind of a night owl and just walked around and met weird people. That was me picking up life experiences and meshing them into my own. That really did it for me. Actually, Lollapalooza is my last live commitment. It’s too bad ’cause it’s been such a long time since the last record. I really feel like I need six months to live again, time to be like, normal or abnormal. I don’t have anyone writing anything for me. It’s such an internal well and if it’s not full, it’s just not full.

You could work with outside songwriters. Are you open to that kind of thing a bit more now?

Yeah, I’m more open to it now, ’cause personally I’m not really feeling it. (Laughs) Like this guy I worked with eight years ago, Steven Mertens, who made my first record [editor’s note: David Kahne is credited as the producer of her debut, 2010’s Lana Del Ray a.k.a. Lizzy Grant; Mertens is a member of the Brooklyn band Spacecamp]. He knew me really well. So I’d like to maybe go back and get reminded of why I thought I could be anything other than a writer. I’d like to maybe just go back and see what’s there.

Let’s talk for a second about new music you have released relatively recently. Did you write “Young and Beautiful” specifically for The Great Gatsby soundtrack, or was that a song you had previously penned but not released?

I wrote a different song, but when Baz Luhrmann heard it, he asked me if I could I write a memory cue for Daisy. So I sang him a chorus of “Young and Beautiful” that I had already — just a chorus — and he thought that’d be good for her. I wrote the whole thing after I watched her garden scenes.

Were you happy with how it was incorporated into the film?

Yeah. I mean, I’m always wary about super big projects that have a lot of glitz. But something weird that happened, was that “Young and Beautiful” got picked up by alternative stations. I come home [from touring Europe] after four months and “Summertime Sadness” is on the radio, too. So I’m grateful for that, ’cause I love that song.

I want to go back to something you said earlier. You acknowledged that you didn’t have a great welcoming into the American public eye, but now, a year and half after Born to Die came out, you’re connecting with a new audience via the “Summertime Sadness” remix at Top 40 radio.

It just reinforces the fact that… not that nothing really matters, but that other people’s opinions don’t really matter because it can change on a dime. And if people are so ready to change, maybe they don’t have the strongest character. I’m not as interested in flip-floppers. I kind of feel blessed the more I go along. I have a young brother and sister, and it’s gotten really basic for me and become about the family. How are we all going to live together if I’m on the road? Are they going to come with me? Will I ever go home again? Probably not.

My new product manager, whom I’d never met before, brought me a SoundScan to show me that “Summertime Sadness” was being spun, a lot of times in L.A. and in New York. It kind of just doesn’t feel like it’s mine, ’cause I’ve had such a hand up to my face for so long.

Originally published on radio.com with the headline Lana Del Rey on the Leaks, the Imitators & the Haters.

#2013 #Paradise #Radio.com #Jillian Mapes

[turtlemagnum]

so, because of crippling lonesomeness i've started to respond to the (presumed) scammers. i've noticed that the ones that don't immediately DM you a link seem to be run by actual people, so at the very least it's a mildly interesting thing to pass the time with. here's the general pattern they seem to tend to follow, not necessarily in the same order:

generic greeting, usually just a simple "Hi" or "Hey"

they will often ask you your name, sometimes after telling you theirs (i think this is part of a general trend of wanting to get more info out of people by playing into social conditioning, more on that later)

they'll often ask you for a picture of yourself, and in my experience they're almost always "wow!!! you're so cute!!!! complete hottie tbh!!!" (i am certain they are lying). again, with the social conditioning aspect, they'll often send a picture of themselves first or just have a lot of pictures of themselves on their profile, and will be all like "hmm well since you've seen me, it's only fair that i see you!" (and to be clear, i didn't send the picture of myself to the ones who asked out of social obligation, i just did it because i honestly needed the compliment (i've since stopped because of how fake it feels))

when you get a committed one, they'll ask about your interests (weirdly enough they don't just say "oh! me too!", they seem to have their own little list of "normal" interests that they wanna stick to, maybe in my case it's because i like a lot of weird shit i dunno)

just general information digging (age, location, job status, marital status, that sorta deal (they tend to get pushy if you don't just tell them))

and, of course, it tends to just be a money thing. some are up front about it, asking you to "buy their services" (i actually had one offering to come to my house and "service" me for the 20 bucks i have in my wallet when she said her prices were originally 50, and that all i had to do was go to the store and put it on a paycard or a steam giftcard despite the fact that she never mentioned gaming when i asked her about her interests). another one wanted me to download and register my info for this weird african money app, and she wouldn't elaborate as to why. i cut contact at that point

some of the more insidious aspects seem to be how they subtly prey on lonely people (like me, except i'm self aware about it at least). within like a day of messaging me, the african money app one was insisting that we're "best friends" and that i shouldn't just consider her an "internet random". the steam giftcard one sent me cock pics and other provocative pictures of her, which would probably be pretty gross to experience as somebody who isn't both an adult and insatiably horny (like i am), but assuming that those weren't pictures of the person doing the scam, that's probably a very gross thing for the lady who took those pictures to have them used to scam people on the internet with. either way, they all seem to be at times subtly manipulative that i feel like a lot of normal people might not catch. so yeah uh, probably should just block them

#by 'normal people' i mean like #people who aren't PTSD hyper-vigilant #not a fun state of mind to be in but hey! means i can spot bullshit like this more easily! #to be completely clear i'm not saying i'm immune to manipulation or anything #it's just that when your most formative years were spent in precarious situations #you tend to notice the little things

[angelnumber27]

I’m not the person who sent the first message about the burqas but the picture is set up in a way that compares the way women in burqas look to trash bags. If you look at some of the tags in the notes there are islamophobes saying things like “you can’t tell which one is trash because they’re all trash” and other people acknowledging the upsetting nature of the picture.

I understand you didn’t mean anything by it and it may have been a blind spot but I also understand the sensitivity to islamophobic imagery/symbolism, especially with the current situation in Gaza and the rise of racism and hate crimes against people in the group. People might be a bit shaken to see someone being dismissive or taking it lightly. I hope that clarifies things.

thank you for the explanation. I am absolutely not trying to be dismissive or taking anything lightly! I’m very sorry if it came across that way. I simply asked the person to elaborate because I was genuinely wanting to learn and understand and grow and do better. I wanted to hear from the perspective of somebody who could answer that. I do not get to decide what offends or upsets people, I understand that.

I absolutely did not see any of those tags or reblogs and that’s completely disgusting and awful. I’m sorry that anybody had to see those and I’m sorry people are like that it’s truly vile.

I never even for a second looked at that image and thought hey they look like trash because that is absurd ignorant and insane. My initial thought was oh i like this picture it looks like a mother and a daughter with some belongings maybe seeking a safe place to stay. And that’s it.

I understand what you are saying and I understand how that could come across that way. Thank you. It makes me extremely sad and disappointed that anybody would even think that way at all or think to say something like that in the first place. It’s evil

I really appreciate you being respectful rather than rude ❤️ have a good one love