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chirpsythismorning · 9 months

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Mike's character regression can be explained in large part by one emotion in particular: guilt

Just want to preface this by saying that, this is not Mike slander. I love this dude. In fact, I think what makes Mike such an interesting character is that a lot of his behavior throughout the series can be explained in part by previous moments, and after really looking at all these moments together, what you end up with is a pretty fucked up story.

So while some might want to take this as Mike slander, these points I'm making are a part of Mike and things he has done and said and whether they were intentionally harmful or not, it's Mike. It's all shaped him and his role in the story. The fact that we're seeing a visible shift in his behavior at all, with plenty of moments from the show to back up what brought us here, makes it compelling enough to talk about.

So, without further ado, back to our roots:

Ah yes, the infamous canon proof disputing Mike's I think my life started that day we found you in the woods, claim during his monologue. Not only that, but in this original scene from 1x02, it turns out Mike actually intended to send her away the next day (all of which El could hear Mike saying from the open bathroom door).

Mike outright calling El a weapon, again telling the others they need her because they stand no chance at getting Will back otherwise.

I wont elaborate on this now, because there is way too much to unpack that'll honestly be more worthwhile discussing further on.

For now, this is a secret tool that will help us later.

These next couple scenes right here though, are pretty painful if I'm being completely honest. The way its shot, specifically El's very visible exhaustion, accompanied by the varying priorities of others around her, leaves me feeling pretty unsettled upon rewatches.

I obviously can't remember how I felt when I watched these scenes for the first time, but I imagine I viewed them as this huge romantic moment for Mike and El (I was tricked by heteronormativity, okay?). But, again, upon rewatching them since then, I've realized I get this sort of sad feeling by the end. You'll see what I mean.

El obviously just went through something extremely traumatic. She tried to go find Will and Barb in the void, only to find Barb dead and Will presumably alive, but then slipping through her fingers at the last second (no, literally).

We then got a moment where Joyce held El while the others sat by quietly because she clearly needed a moment of comfort given what she just endured.

Then in this scene shortly after, everyone is leaving to get ready for their final attempt at saving Will.

Now, notice how not only Lucas, but also Dustin make the effort to reach out to El to comfort her affectionately after that traumatic event, with those twos' actions specifically being showcased in sequence?

Lucas, who spent the better part of the season being critical of El, is now ending the season rubbing El's shoulder to warm her up, literally soothing her to make her feel better.

Then there's Dustin, who right after Lucas' gesture makes a gesture of his own, putting his hand on her knee reassuringly, to show her he's there and he's happy she's okay.

And lastly there's Mike, who is so kindly allowing El to rest her head on his shoulder. This placement of Mike and El here is definitely a testament to the fact that Mike has vouched for El this whole time in contrast to the others and so, understandably, she put her head on his shoulder for reassurance, because out of the three of them, he's the one whose been looking out for her the most. (Right?)

Now you might be thinking that this sequence's only purpose was to show Lucas and Dustin's development with El, and that it wasn't intentional that they focused on Lucas and Dustins' priorities in this moment in contrast to Mikes'. And I raise you, this next scene.

Here we have a focus on Mike looking on to where everyone left, while the others beside him are presumably just processing what went down and taking a rest (and boy oh boy do they (El) need one).

Mike on the other-hand decides to take this moment of rest to display the most cliche and universal forms of distracted unrest known to man: he checks his watch.

Mike then stands up abruptly, causing El to fall without his shoulder there for her to rest on anymore, all while her and Dustin are looking on after him, sort of like... Okay?

It's small. It might seem insignificant. But if you actually pay attention to what this scene is trying to make you feel, after really looking at it for what it is, it's kind of sad.

In a moment that chooses to highlight the other boys' acknowledgment of El after what just happened, and not only that, but at the tale end of their final battle of the season, Mike is... distracted?

Mike, who has been presumably looking out for El more than the others in the party this whole time, is conveniently out of commission? And right now when El is looking for his reassurance the most? Mike doesn't even have a moment to say, 'Hey I'll be right back, I just want to check something. Can one of you?--', asking Lucas or Dustin to sit next to her in his place. No. Dude just stands up without even acknowledging her.

If it was any other moment in the show, under less post-traumatic circumstances for El, then I wouldn't even think much of it. But it's at this point in the story when El is essentially at her most exhausted and quite literally seeking out support from others, specifically Mike, that makes his distractedness so eery.

Again, you might still be thinking that this isn't that deep. However, I think based on the events leading up to this, and what follows right here, could quite literally hold the answer to the guilt Mike is still keeping to himself to this day.

So... How are we feeling?

Are we feeling like Mike None of you are thinking about El's wellbeing right now! She could get brain damage from using her powers too much! She's not a weapon!* Wheeler is a little bit of a hypocrite? (I told you that tool would come in handy!)

It's actually quite terrifying how similar this scene is framed to the scene in Hopper's cabin in s3, where Mike pretty much says the exact opposite. In s1 Mike goes from being one of the first people to refer to El as a weapon within the context of them using her powers to find Will, with him being completely un-attuned to the fact that she is exhausted in this moment while the others are saying El's rest and safety is the most important, to then in s3 completely flipping script and saying El was using her powers for nothing, blaming the others for treating her like a weapon and not taking her wellbeing into consideration.

It would be one thing if Mike had a little arc where he acknowledged this script flip. Because that's what it is. It is them having Mike use a word in s1 to describe El, that being weapon, only to say the others are treating her like that with that same word being used. It is them having Mike not agknowledge El's well being after overusing her powers, only to say the others aren't taking her wellbeing into consideration for overusing her powers.

And it would be one thing if Mike had spoke to El or literally anyone about how he felt like he wronged El for planning on sending her away the next day after they found her so that they could go back to looking for Will, or how he said she was a weapon that they needed in order to find Will, essentially being no better than the people she just escaped from, who also used her for her powers. But we don't get that (actually we do.. but it's not acknowledged for what it is aka survivor's guilt. It's instead seen as romantic... another tool for later...)

Now, don't get me wrong, I don't think any of Mike's behavior takes away from what Mike did do for El, because yes he was kind and accepting when the others weren't. But even despite all of that, at the end of the day, he was often at the forefront of expecting El to risk her life for them, even if he wasn't outright asking that of her.

Before you freak out, No. I don't think Mike, a literal child, was capable of fathoming that El was going into these situations risking her life. She's a superhero. El's alternative was literally going back to the lab, running, or staying with Mike. This was her safest option.

After a bunch of rewatches and putting together a lot of these moments as a whole, I've come to a point where I believe that Mike's behavior throughout s1 was him thinking that because of who El was, she's already in danger at all times. That is a constant reality for her. And so why not have her help them find Will, because she is able to, all while he can also help her. And El clearly wanted to help them, because she wanted to help good people and finally do something meaningful with her powers for a change. Unfortunately, she also had to endure PTSD flashbacks almost every single time Mike and the boys had her use her powers to help find Will.

Speaking of Will, he is currently missing and possibly dead. Will also, in contrast to El (for now...), does not have any sort of superpowers.

Mike's concern over the threat of Will's livelihood is much greater than Mike's acknowledgement to the true risks El is exposing herself to each time she uses her powers to help them. That is s1 canon.

Is there times when Mike is focused on El and her well being. Absolutely! But is there also times when Mike is not showing any display of concern to El's well being in the moment, in complete contrast to the other characters around him... Also yes.

And so the events happening the way they did, with Mike himself not fully comprehending the severity of what's been going on during these high stake situations going on around him, makes sense.

And that's what makes it all the more sad that when Mike finally does realize what he's truly been asking of El this whole time, which is to risk her life for them, it's too late.

This whole scene is obviously very emotional. All of the boys are crying, but the focus on Mike calling out for El painfully is heartbreaking.

But what's even more sad to me, is that El has been sort of used to mistreatment her whole life. She's used to having to find any comfort she could get from people in her life, all the while they were using her for her powers. I mean even despite Brenner being who he was and doing what he did, she still showed these signs of wanting to love him despite it. Which is very very fucked up. But knowing what she's gone through, makes sense.

Mike on the other-hand does greatly contrast Brenner because he was one of the first people to actually treat her with genuine kindness right from the start (before he even knew she had powers), making it a lot easier for her to care for him even despite that pesky trait of using her for her powers being almost synonymous with Brenner's very similar trait.

So when she looks back at Mike, and points him out specifically before sacrificing herself, it feels like a few things at once.

It feels like her acknowledging the fact that she appreciated him specifically for taking her in and supporting her more genuinely than anyone has in her entire life.

And yet it also feels like her, either intentionally or unintentionally, acknowledging the unfortunate side affect caused by days of Mike leading the efforts to find Will, with the expectation of her to do things to achieve that, which could have all lead to her demise technically. And so now when it all comes down to it and the stakes are at their highest yet, same as the risk, she's got to a point where she believes there is no other choice but to do just that, risk her life, especially if it means saving them.

While this is happening, Mike is backtracking in real time. He is trying to get El to stop and it's because he doesn't want her to die. Obviously.

But that's the fucked up part isn't it? When he finally realized what he's been asking of her this whole time, it's too late.

Which takes us to S2 Mike Wheeler, known by many for being a boy whose been calling his true love everyday for almost a year now because he's just so in love, but is actually in fact a boy suffering the most intense form of survivors guilt, one that involves a person who genuinely feels responsible for the persons death...

But that will probably take at least another 2,000 words so I'm thinking maybe I better split this into multiple parts.

I will tease that the next part involves one specific detail in particular that I never see anyone talk about, a detail that I think, in combination with what's discussed in this post, is so important to understanding Mike's breakdown for what it truly was at the end of season 2. I will also probably do more posts beyond that for s3-4, to delve into the impacts these moments from the first two seasons have basically put in place a perfect recipe for what is currently going down.

So feel free to stay tuned for those nonsense updates.

Continued

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draco-after-dark · 5 months

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Captured and contained

Little info dump on the whole diamond prison thing with regards to my Feral JD AU

So basically what happened when Velvet and Veneer first captured JD in my au is Veneer is always looking for more animals for his little side zoo project. They happened to be doing a photo shoot outside in the woods for a new album cover. Veneer went on a walk to have some alone time and stumbled across a little goblin boy. Aka JD.

"Oooo aren't you a cute little fella, You would be perfect as desk decoration!"

*JD gets snatched*

Later when Veneer tells Velvet he got a new pet and reveals JD. Her initial reaction is "Okay, but where did you even get that thing it's disgusting." JD proceeds to bite Veneer (multiple times) and wriggle himself free from his hands. He then runs rampant through their dressing room until they manage to contain him in a crystal bottle. The only thing they thought was strong enough to hold him. Later down the line when Velvet captures Floyd (basically the same sequence of events as the movie from here) and starts using him for his talent. That's when they realize that JD is actually a troll as well. JD being JD though is as Velvet described "uncooperative" and "savage" so she refuses to use him for his talent and instead tells Veneer "That one can be yours. You're that one that found that thing anyway." So Veneer does end up using JD for his talent just not nearly as often as Velvet does Floyd. JD does still get hit pretty hard by the whole draining thing considering he is grey and unlike the average troll has in a sense "forgotten/lost" his talent. That doesn't stop him from unleashing hell on the twin every chance he gets. Goblin man will do goblin things

Then things follow the movie pretty much the same except Bruce and Clay end up getting captured when they all break into the dressing room to rescue Floyd. Poppy and Branch end up escaping into the rafters. Velvet ends up sticking Clay and Floyd in her shoulder pads and Veneer gets Bruce. Veneer leaves JD behind in his dressing room because he feels guilty and doesn't want to hurt him any more than he has to.

Fast forward to the family harmony scene where although they are technically down a brother and Floyd is still trapped in Velvet's clutches the 3 brothers and pop sisters sing on anyway. The family harmony DOES end up working to free Floyd and also JD. I'm playing this off on the idea that despite JD not being present physically he could feel the connection to his brothers and their desperation to help Floyd. JD wants the same thing, to free Floyd and that is what connects them all together. It's like Branch said "We don't have to be perfect to be in harmony, We just have to be as we are." (just go with it ok IDK) Once the diamonds are shattered JD is pretty worst for wear, unlike Floyd he doesn't have anyone to support him right off the bat. He is used to being on his own at this point tho and only cares about getting Floyd out. He tucks himself away into a corner of the room behind some furniture to hide and rest up till he can get the both of them out of this hell hole.

Mind you only Floyd knows that he's also being held captive somewhere backstage when all this is happening. So once Floyd regains consciousness and has a chance to take a moment with his brothers. he then immediately goes into full anxiety mode well explaining that they have to get to JD. The others confused about what he's talking about don't believe him at first, but do end up helping Floyd backstage since he keeps insisting that JD needs them. They do end up finding JD and that's where the real story begins.

Hopefully this makes sense? I ain't no writer sorry people

Little bonus scene

"Hey Vel does this look infected to you???"

"I can't believe we're related... CRIMP SCHEDULE A HOSPITAL VISIT BECAUSE MY IDIOT OF A BROTHER GOT BITTEN BY A FUCKING RAT!"

#feral john dory au #feral jd au #trolls john dory #trolls band together

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canmom · 1 month

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the Spirited Away theatrical adaptation

today I went with @birdfriender to see the stage production of Spirited Away, produced by Toho, currently on tour in London.

and like. holy shit??

you might say how the hell could you adapt a film like spirited away to stage. the answer is: incredibly inventive stagecraft, puppetry, costumes and especially choreography.

I was completely blown away by how this play flowed across the stage. set transitions were masked with lighting to direct attention, with the descending screen, with the rotating central platform that managed to function as nearly every part of the bathhouse. stairs, rotating bridges, creative use of size to indicate perspective (like the tiny train that circles the stage), and just the way the crew would move the props with a flourish -

but also the puppetry, like man! the way characters like Kamaji, Yubaba's giant head (used only at moments of intense emotion), and No Face would be operated by entire teams of puppeteers - it was extraordinary. the puppetry director was Toby Olié who's worked on a million different things including War Horse and you can really see them applying all these tricks accumulated over the years...

the show is remarkably faithful to the film; a few scenes are slightly abridged but every sequence I remembered was there and deliver with style. where it does need to pause and breathe, like in the famous train scene, it does. and like... it is fascinating to see an adaptation from animation to theatre. seeing how Mone Kamishiraishi (Chihiro) would stumble and bumb into walls just as she would under the pen of Shinya Ohira. or how a memorable sequence in the film could be represented symbolically: a collapsing pipe as a string of segments pulled on a string, a flower garden by dancers in flower outfits.

some of my fave sequences involved wooden panels carried by dancers, choreographed so the characters would weave between them, or they'd rotate to represent elevators on different floors. it was also fascinating to see how they'd symbolically represent things it would be impossible to stage, often representing fluids with fabric sheets. a transformation could be shown with actors swapping places with a flourish. at other times, it feels like stage magic tricks are in use, like a flash of light drawing your attention to a rope that was there all along. sometimes the puppeteers will be on stage, wearing simple beige outfits that mark them as not being 'present' as they manipulate the soot sprites and frogs and so on.

they also made effective, sparing use of a large projector screen, which descended at certain points, primarily for the driving scene at the beginning and the train scene. this actually didn't use scenes from the movie, but more of a soft, painterly style applied over... probably animated video? hard to say with the blurring, could be live footage. it reminded me of the use of similar screens in the later YoRHa plays, although it was a minor element here.

we weren't allowed to take photos (i took this one during the final bow anyway) and I would have been too busy watching to take them anyway, but this teaser shows briefly a number of the coolest setups. still, it's so much more when you see the whole thing flowing along without interruption.

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and it was very interesting to me looking at this kind of show - big stage, directly homaging an animated film - from the eyes of someone who knows a lot more about film and animation than I do about theatre.

compared to film, you simply do not have closeups; the closest thing is when the puppeteers bring out the segments of Yubaba's giant floating head, but this is used sparingly. so everything is basically a long shot. however, because the acuity of a human eye is much greater than that of a camera, even from near the back of the theatre you can make out a lot of details that you wouldn't be able to make out with an equivalent camera shot. this allows compositions where there is loads going on at stage at once, with the eye being drawn to different areas by lighting and movement.

I do feel like there are definitely things to learn for animators from this kind of stage choreography. so many times I thought like, wow, that's so clever. like how chihiro riding haku was shown by splitting the dragon puppet into segments and putting her on the shoulders of one of the puppeteers.

and everything was done with such style too. if something shuffles off stage, you know it will be done with a wiggle and a flourish. small things but they add so much.

presumably because this seems like an incredibly involved show, there are multiple performers for each major character: four Chihiros, and three Hakus, Yubabas, Kamajis and so on. I'm not sure the exact lineup tonight beyond Chihiro. the exception is Kaonashi (No Face), who is played only by Hikaru Yamano, who gives an incredible performance, sidling and flexing around the stage in all sorts of strange ways that really get across the character's whole deal despite literally performing under a white mask and concealing robe. it's kinda amazing.

another fantastic casting is fundoshi dancer Yuya Igarashi as Kashira (the stack of three big heads that serve Yubaba, and speak only in wordless grunts). he basically has his real head as one of the three, and he has two more heads on his hands, and moves them around in incredibly energetic and funny ways. it's a brilliant way to interpret this, somehow feeling perfectly appropriate to have a buff guy in a red loincloth moving them around.

Yubaba's actress tonight would have been either Mari Natsuki or Hitomi Harukaze; either way she did an incredible job, it was really cool seeing a more human-proportioned version of the character and she brought a lot of energy and authority to the role.

the whole cast did a fucking amazing job honestly. I wish I knew more about theatre acting so I could comment more specifically on the tricks they were doing, but you definitely felt Chihiro's emotions

the production is in Japanese; English subtitles were shown on two screens on either side of the stage. the translation was on the 'honorifics included' end of that scale, but absolutely clear and idiomatic. the format worked - it was generally not hard to follow the action and glance at the subtitles, even though they were further away than they would be in film - and it definitely filled the theatre. I really hope this leads to more Japanese theatrical productions going on tour like this. wish i'd been able to see the Totoro one a few months ago.

definitely this kind of theatre must depend on a fairly obscene budget of the kind that only comes to biiiiig properties like, say, an adaptation of a beloved Studio Ghibli movie (one family turned up in cosplay) - there's a lot to be said for less extravagant staging. at the same time... this really was something.

i gotta go to the theatre more

#spirited away #studio ghibli #theatre #Youtube

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pilfappreciator · 6 months

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ATTENTION TROLLS FANDOM!!

This is very important. Mostly to me but maybe you guys have been wondering this too idk but anyways:

How does troll reproduction work exactly?

Cuz I'm genuinely curious. I dont think anyone on the series production team has said anything and so far I've seen absolutely no one touch on this subject but as someone who's always had an interest in the habits of creatures (both fictional or otherwise), I kinda sorta maybe NEED to know this otherwise I'll never be able to sleep peacefully again

Full disclaimer that I'm specifically talking about the whole egg situation, I am NOT ASKING HOW THEY GET IT ON IF I WANTED THAT ANSWER I'D GO TO DEVIANT ART OR TWITTER OR WHATEVER LAWLESS PLATFORM GOD STEERS CLEAR OF. This discussion shall remain STRICTLY educational, thank you very much

But anywho. Let's dive in

So trolls come from eggs. This is basic knowledge. First instance of this phenomenon (as far as I know, I've only seen the movies) is from World Tour.

Egg pops out of Guy Diamond's hair, egg hatches and BOOM, (literal) baby. Now I understand that this whole sequence was probably just a gag and a way for DreamWorks to implement another (merchandisable) addition to the cast HOWEVER this sequence also raises a few questions

First off, as far as I know Guy Diamond has no partner (again: I haven't watched any of the spinoff shows). Either that or maybe the other troll was a sorta one-night-stand/no-longer-in-his-life kinda situation? Which is great either way cuz its shown he obviously cares for his son and we at Tumblr appreciate a loving single father no matter the circumstances, but if my former theory is correct than that would imply that trolls are capable of reproducing asexually. Like onions.

Now if that hypothesis is, as they call it, "cap" then that would mean that some sorta hanky panky has to go down before an egg comes into question. And if that's the case, does this mean that male trolls are traditionally the ones who carry the eggs?

But that can't be right, can it? Afterall, World Tour gave us yet ANOTHER egg scene later on in the movie

In Cooper's flashback, we clearly see Queen Essence being the one carrying the eggs meanwhile King Quincy is eggless. Now, as far as i see it, this could be explained either one of four ways:

1) Quincy was the one who actually produced the eggs and Essence is merely holding them for her husband (since her hair seems more fitting to be a makeshift nest compared to Quincy's)

2) Female trolls are the ones who produce the eggs. Guy Diamond is just a trans icon

3) Troll reproduction differs from genre to genre

4) There is a... *sighs* a/b/o type of dynamic among troll kind where certain trolls are capable of giving birth/siring children depending on a secondary gender

In regards to theory #3, this could also explain why Guy Diamond seems to reproduce and hatch an egg in such a short amount of time (like 5 seconds I'm pretty sure) as opposed to Queen Essence/King Quincy who's eggs presumably went a while longer before actually hatching.

Actually, speaking off eggs, are trolls the only species in their world that reproduce that way?

Because now that Band Together has officially been released, we now know for certain that it's possible for different species to crossbreed. Biggest example? Resident DILF Bruce and his giant muppet wife

(Credit to @captainunderkrupp )

When I saw these two... I swear...

And these two already have a shit ton of kids okay so like... either Brandi was the one giving birth or trollsona Daveed Digs was over here pumpin out eggs, which I mean-

DO YOU SEE HOW BIG THESE THINGS ARE COMPARED TO BRANCH AND POPPY?? Believe me I am PRAYING that Bruce gave himself some serious maternity/paternity leave because my guy is honestly a trooper

But yeah any thoughts? :))

#i made a whole nother tumblr account just to ask this question pls somebody gimme their thoughts PLS-#i want someone at dreamworks to make an educational encyclopedia about the different species of the Trolls Universe im not asking for much #Bruce and Brandi make me feel some sort way #i will not be specifeying what way #trolls #trolls band together #trolls world tour #poppy trolls #branch trolls #spruce trolls #bruce trolls #brandi trolls #guy diamond #tiny diamond #gueen essence #king quincy #but thats just a theory A TROLL THEORY #pilf post

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wonysugar · 6 months

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it’s so over for me…. ch. 21

a date!! no shivers

word count : 1.1k

you stared at her latest message, “only if you want it to be<3” before scoffing.

ugh. who does the fuck she think she is?? making you giggle like an idiot like that.. embarrassing, really..

upon sending your latest message, the one containing your dorm number, you immediately threw your phone on the bed and rushed to your closet, already thinking of a possible outfit. this exact sequence of actions gave you very vivid flashbacks of the night of the party, which made you scoff.

cause, yknow, that was the same night that an intoxicated aeri was tongue deep inside you.

that really wasn’t relevant at the moment, what especially mattered was the amount of bomb ass ice cream you were gonna eat later,

with a very sober aeri.

you giggled as you looked into your closet, smiled wider when you thought of a potential cute outfit (thanks to that one trip to h&m), grabbed the necessary clothing for it, and quickly got dressed, enthusiasm and excitement definitely showing through the speed of your actions.

after getting (very nicely) dressed, you patiently waited for an indicator that aeri was here. thankfully, it didn’t take long at all for her to show up and be at your door, the sudden sound of the doorbell getting you even more excited about the ‘date’ in question.

“hey whore.” she said, wearing a wide grin, so wide that it made her look stupid.

“hey slut.” you said back, grinning just as much as she was, because you apparently didn’t mind looking stupid, either.

she stood there, stared at your outfit with a dorky smile, then subconsciously, slightly, nodded her head at the sight. i mean, you dressed up for her, she’d be crazy not to notice that. what she didn’t notice, though, was that she was staring for a bit longer than she intended to. you internally laughed, god she really was a dork.

in response to her staring, you teased, “didn’t think i could wear cute clothes, huh?”

snapped out of her trance, “yeah.. y-yeah, nice to see you at least have some fashion sense.” she nervously giggled, attempting to seem just as rude as she always is, stepping aside from the doorframe, leaving you space to leave your dorm. “anywaysss uh– after you.” she added, avoiding your gaze.

you could’ve sworn you saw a tint of red on her face, she was blushing at least a little bit, you were certain of it.

with a grin, you walked out of the room, the action followed by the sound of her gently closing your door, her rhythmic footsteps so loud, so loud that they were practically resonating in the hall.

or was that your heartbeat? you really couldn’t tell.

“yeah so then i was like… ohhh my god like please shut up and just let me copy your homework, like it’s really not that deep, you know?” she explained, sitting on the driver’s seat of her fancy car with you, by her side, as she took occasional licks from her very basic, very vanilla ice cream. you, on the other hand, were already done with your food, and waited for her to finish.

you nodded, “so you were the exact same in high school. you never change, huh?” endlessly teasing her as she laughed with you.

“basically, yeah. it’s in my blood.”

“you know, if i was your classmate in high school, i would’ve let you copy any sort of homework you asked for.” you said, trying to get another one of her flustered reactions out of her. which very much worked, as per usual, considering she quickly stumbled on her words and slightly fidgeted with her hands. it was a thing she did whenever she got nervous.

oh it was so fun seeing her like this.

“oh if i did ask you it’d be a way of flirting, probably— anyways uh!! so like i was saying–”

you smiled warmly as you listened to her every word, looking at her eyes, her lips, the structure of it all, her whole face in general. you even watched her body language, the way she paid close attention to not breaking her nails whenever she did any sort of movement, the way that, despite that, she’d still dig them into her fingers whenever she fidgeted with her hands.

god she was really cute. the best way you could describe it is… yknow– if a loser girl randomly woke up in the body of a super attractive mean girl one day and asked no questions, just quickly took advantage of the fact that pretty privilege existed and did whatever she wanted? yeah, that was her.

that was aeri uchinaga.

she was a huge bitch, yeah, but once you got to actually know her? once she let you see what was behind that ‘bad bitch’ facade she always seemed to have, she was a sweetheart. for example, she definitely didn’t want you to notice, but she got you five extra napkins and asked for extra sprinkles when she ordered your ice cream; but you did, you did notice.

in other words, she was a softie, she just didn’t wanna show it.

you’d get it out of her one day, though! you were determined.

“–like i get reading books, but if you seriously expect me to read planet of the apes and enjoy it enough to answer stupid fucking study guide questions about it, you need to be locked up as soon as possible?? like, how is someone as sick and twisted as yo–”

“wait, books??” you quickly exclaimed, your selective hearing really coming through on this one

she sighed, “yes, y/n, books. were you even listeni–”

“oh aeri i love books!”

oh there you go.

“i don’t think you read much but god, reading is so fun! especially romance books and especiallyyy sapphic books!” you added, rambling, on and on, as she listened to you, on and on.

“okay– well…” she quickly cut you off before you continued, you stopped, worrying that you might’ve talked too much. you truly never shut up about your interests, particularly books.

“ugh okay– hate to admit that you’re right but yeah no i don’t– i don’t read. so do you have like.. any recommendations? like, what a beginner should read and shit?”

oh my god.

oh my god?

is it too early to propose??

“aeri, you really didn’t have to get me a&w, you know that?” you stated, holding onto the bag of junkfood before settling it down on the drawer next to the door.

“we drove around for like 2 hours y/n, i’m not making you go back home on an empty stomach, i’m not a man.” she joked around, smirking and leaning into the frame as you giggled at her words, mentally high fiving herself for making you laugh at one of her jokes.

“well, it’s not like i can eat this whole thing alone.” you muttered, making her eyes perk up at you.

“h-huh, what do you mean, do you not have a big appetite?”

you smiled, she really was clueless,

“i’m asking you if you can stay the night, aeri.”

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I come at this hour, only for you (part. II)

AN: Hi, here's part 2! Hope you will enjoy and as always any feedback is appreciated lt<3 <Don't hesitate to message me, if you wish to be on the taglist:)>

L.O.L - Yellow bird

// 18+ audience only! - Sexual Themes - Dom!LarissaWeems x Sub!FemReader - Heavy dom/sub dynamics - BDSM - Power dynamics/Power play - consensual manipulation - Implied cunnilingus - fingering- guided masturbation - Lesbian yearning - All characters are above the age of 18\\

“Crawl”, she had said.

The night took a different turn after that single, horrifyingly, arousing word was flung out into the room. You only remember a few sequences from the nights endeavors, for your mind had slowed and been drugged with the heaviest substance of them all.

Slick arousal, heels, musky sweetness, blue, pleasure.

The line had been crossed. There was no turning back from her sweetened wicked ways. You know you shouldn’t have, and even if you wanted to think she did too, you knew she didn’t. The undeniable attraction you had was stronger than any will you would ever be able to muster. You couldn't get enough and you didn’t want enough.

It had been a week since the night of your unspoken commitment and you were beyond confusion. Had you been imagining the whole thing? No! Definitely not imagining, perhaps hallucinating?

There hadn’t been any late night messages requiring you by her side, morning greetings as she passed your desk or even the faintest of a smile presented to you. It seemed as if you were invisible to her. A mere day-player in her everyday life, not even worthy of a glance. And frankly you didn’t know whether to be fuming or saddened by her behavior. Maybe you were just a thing for her to have her fun with, and once she was done, you would be cast out, becoming a part of the unimportant world around her.

You couldn’t take it. All you wished was for her to notice you, tell you how good you were doing, have you drive to Jericho to fetch her coffee, make you pour her tea, or even make you sit half naked in front of her, eating her out till the dawn of morning.

Anything.

Only one thing kept you from completely putting out the fire within you.

There had been this one encounter between you, which had you feeling all sorts of emotions inside yourself you couldn't explain.

It was a particularly late night a few days ago, when you had stayed later than usual. Numerous papers and documents Ms. Weems couldn’t catch up with, had been passed on to you with an…

“I expect them to be filled out by tonight.”, she said, and with a hasty look into your eyes she was gone. Sauntering back to her office in her beige cocktail dress and black stilettos, you couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on her swaying hips and meaty backside as she swayed them flawlessly.

You had delivered the papers to her and as she retrieved them without any recognition of your presents, you left. Again your heart ached and longed for the thing you couldn’t even admit.

It wasn’t until you ran through the rain down to the parking lot that the most peculiar thing happened. As you opened the car door you felt a strange sensation within you. You looked upon the majestic building of the school, heavy rain ensnaring your ability to hear. It got cold, yet, just as you were about to get in the car, you spotted the lovely headmaster standing in the office window, surveying you. You couldn’t see her face, the dark night casting a shadow on it, only a silhouette of yellow glow shone around her, caused by the fireplace. She saw that you had caught her in the act, yet she did nothing to withdraw from your view.

Leaving so soon, sweet mouse?

You stood in the rain, having absolutely no care for your wet toes or damp hair, gazing up at the headmistress. Still she kept looking at you, it felt eerie and comforting at the same time. A few moments went by between you, even if you were separated by vast space you felt it.

What does she want?

Suddenly, she raised her right slender arm that crossed over her stomach and gave you a small wave, her fingers wiggling in the cool air of the spacious room. It was the first time she had gifted you any attention other than curtsies and basic work formalities in days or weeks, you couldn’t tell any longer.

You waved back at her.

Don’t turn around, don’t turn around

As she lowered her arm and turned back disappearing in the dim lit office you got in your car, soaked and tired, yet a spark of hope remained in the back of your mind as you drove back to your apartment.

However, that was days ago and right now it was time you clocked out, you were exhausted and couldn’t bear to think about this excruciating situation any longer. Seven had already struck and all your work was finished. As you had stuffed all your personal belongings in your bag and put your coat on after organizing your desk for tomorrow, you made your way towards the headmistresses office.

Just get it over with.

You knocked twice, feeling melancholic at the emptiness within you, knowing your interactions would be limited and strained.

“Enter.”, you heard her enchanting voice echo through her office.

You opened the door and stepped inside, not closing it behind you.

Just for good measure.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “Goodnight Principal Weems, I’m off for today…”

She looked up from her screen, the glasses on the tip of her nose looked as if they would fall off were she to bend her head further down to look at you.

The enchanting woman was looking at you with curiosity or was it skepticism? Surely she wouldn’t be doubting your promise of your work being finished, you would never lie to her! Did she not know that? Of course she did, you’re just being ridiculous.

You couldn’t help but consider the observing of Ms. Weems a privilege. The woman had an astounding facade. Elegant, fierce, charming with a tint of something wicked, only to be noticed in the corners of her lips or glints in her eyes. Something dark laid beneath and you were quit sure, you were the only one knowing. Everyone else, blinded by the tall beauty and her toothy smiles. A siren is what she is, an enchantress having a new prey in sight. Unfortunately, as enlightened as you were, you didn’t look away.

But her. The way she licks the envelope before sealing it, a tiny lipstick stain now and then. How her demeanor changes from principal Weems to Larissa at the end of a shift, bidding you a good night. How she bends over you ever so slightly to show you something on the school system, purring directions in your ear, as her hand is laid on your back, soothing the tensions in your spine from her close proximity. Oh you could just keep going, her accent, the expensive smell of prada perfume, the wine red lipstick, her movements, moans oh.

Her moans were sweet and almost put you in a coma the first time you heard them. The only time you heard them.

How do you make it stop? This improper infatuation was a dead end, you had to clear your mind, think rationally as you usually did.

“I see.”, she husked.

She reached for the metal hinges of her glasses, taking them off and putting them silently down on the desk. A moment of silence fell and before you knew, she arose from her leather chair, it squeaked from the movement. She stood to her full astounding six feet and however many inches height. The light gray knee dress she wore looked impeccable on her as it hugged her meaty features perfectly, even more so with the pendant around her waist, accentuating her figure and the aura of her expensive living. She stood a short second by her desk, fingers pressed on the smooth surface, before sauntering in your direction.

Nononono

You didn’t know whether to run or to stay. Hell, you didn’t even know which of the two you most desired. You loathed the way she made you feel. The claiming of your body without even touching it, simply being in her presence had your skin crawl with excitement and hairs on the back of your neck spike. Only one question left on your mind.

What’s her next move?

She halted in her steps, looking down on you with an expressionless face, the once sky blue eyes had turned a dark ocean blue. Her hand gripped the wooden door, the other one placed on her hip, trapping you in her space even if the hall was free to escape through right behind you.

She seemed to enjoy the helplessness your body language involuntarily showed, when a tiny smile appear on her face.

No, you wouldn’t be played with like this. You are a grown woman, capable of confronting your demons. Even if the demon was a neck breaking tall celestial goddess with eyes carved of the finest diamond known to mankind.

With no care for where you were standing, she slowly closed the door, giving you enough time to move. You felt lightheaded by the unexpected action and didn't know what to do other than complying with her actions, moving to the side as the door closed in with a small clink.

So much for an escape plan

Your heartbeat picked up, “stop”, you said, turning your head. The tension was so evident you could taste it, smell it, cut it right open and let it flow around the room and not just in the few centimeters between you.

She is so close.

You could feel the scented bodily heat radiating off of her, by how close you were standing and it gave you a bad case of vertigo.

You looked at the ground, certain that if you even caught a glimpse of her you would bend and fall, hard and painful. She observed the features of your face, her eyes focusing on your half open lips, looking as if she cared little to none for your request.

She let two fingers guide your chin so that your eyes no longer lingered on the floors, but at her.

“With what, my sweet?”

Tell me, tell me dear.

She was so close, yet the feeling of her being further away than ever perceived your mind. Why did she have to be so damn beautiful, especially with the moonlight hitting the side of her face from the early october nights glow.

A beautiful manipulator was definitely not what you needed in your life, no, not what you wanted in your life. Rational, think rational god damn it.

Breathe. 1… 2 … 3 .. J- Just breat…

With no care for her or yourself, you lunged forward, smashing your lips against her plumb red pillows. Your faces melted with each others, heads turning with vigor as your mouths molded together in sync. Your eyes fell shut in bliss. It was the first time you tasted them and even if you had tasted her lower set of lips as well, this was just as addictive. The juices are more watery and different in taste. She tasted of chocolates and cosmetics from her lipstick.

She had a sweet tooth

It was pure heaven, pure hell, pure her.

Other than forcing her tongue deeper into your mouth, Larissa did nothing, she simply stood her ground, not touching, not moving, nothing. The only thing she yielded to was the saccharine taste of your mouth. Your spit. It made her want to drink it, make you drink hers. She wanted every last single bit of you devoured by her mouth. The only thing she needed was to make you crave it so dearly, not even god herself could hold you back.

Finally, after what felt like years of laying on the burning surface of the sun, she took a hold of your cheeks with one of her hands, the other still glued to her hip and backed away from your mouth. She looked down at you with hooded eyes, head held high, emphasizing her true role after your little display of disregard.

“What a naughty girl you are, kissing your superior like that, hmm.”, her warm, heavy breath hit your face as she squeezed your cheeks harder and wrinkled her nose, the purring of her voice slick and firm. She looked into your doe eyes that were hazed and blinded by arousal. You were irresistible and if you did not stop pliably watching her with that needy look on your face, it would be the death of her. You would be the death of her.

“Have you no manners?”, you hear her words, the condescending meaning of them, but the grin on her lips tells you otherwise.

She lets go of your face, taking a step back and folding her hands in front of her, taking on the role as Principal Weems once again.

“I bid you a good night, Ms. L/n. I trust you can find your way out.”, she sang, still a bit out of breath. She gave you a curt smile, not one of friendliness, no, one of something you couldn’t quite distinguish just yet.

You were on the verge of tears. How could this woman treat you so cruelly?

“But -But I didn…”

“Goodnight. Ms. L/n.”

You straightened your body from against the wall. Your bag had been discarded to the floor, unbeknownst to you in the midst of the heated activities. You picked your belongings up from the floor and took ahold of the doorknob.

“I expect you here tomorrow night at nine, I do hope Saturday evening has no occupations keeping you.”

You were shocked, has this woman no empathy? Why are you not saying anything? You had never been so ashamed of your malleable behavior. And then again, no one has ever brought that specific side out of you like she ever before.

“Yes, Ms. Weems.”

—-

You were crazy.

Absolutely insane.

As you stood in front of the great wooden door once more, you looked down at the time.

8:57

Should you wait. Maybe, just a minute. You definitely didn’t drive a little faster just so you wouldn’t be late, no of course not. It was just, the make-up you applied earlier took a bit longer than usual, nothing else. Your breath had become a tad ragged from the fast pace of your walking and as always the running wasn’t the only thing making your heart beat at an abnormal fast pace.

You imagined her sitting in her office chair as usual, tapping away at her computer. Or maybe she was signing some documents of yours, that you had finished earlier, in her admirable handwriting.

It was laughable to think about the many times you had stood beside her, as her long slender fingers moved the pen over the white sheet and flexed after a particularly long sentence. It had been small catches of the eye at first, but soon they had turned into deep stares of the womans dainty hands. If she had ever caught your prolonged gazes, she never let you know, simply giving you back the papers, her fingertips brushing yours.

You never knew it could feel so sweet. And how come you had never experienced it like this before? Other partners or flings had simply passed as sand slipping through your fingers. You didn’t really care much for it if you were being honest. Noone ever really sparked a burning interest within you, but neither had anyone made you want to run for the hills faster than you knew your feet would take you, like her. It excited you, whether you wanted to admit it or not.

Time struck 8:58.

You knocked carefully at the door, announcing yourself with a bit of courage you had been able to muster, “Principal Weems, it’s Y/n, you wished to see me.”

She called upon you, “yes, enter.”

You did as instructed and slowly swung the heavy door open, met by a peculiar sight. You stopped in your tracks as the image of the headmistress sitting behind her mahogany desk-piece fully immersed in her work, didn’t perceive your vision.

You stood in the door, leaving it to close on its own as you let go of it. You looked around. She must be in here. You just heard her, unless you’ve gone completely bonkers she had to be here.

With a disturbance in the corner of your eye you directed your gaze towards the fireplace and what a sight to see. The principal was sitting in the Victorian sculptured chaise, her signature heels discarded next to it with a grand bottle to the side. From your line of vision, you could only see her hand dangling off the armrest, accompanied by a glass of what must’ve been red wine. The top of her updo she never failed to style just perfectly. And lastly her foam white shins, crossing just where her ankles meet. You swallowed some excess saliva from your mouth and fiddled with your fingers.

“Go ahead and strip Y/n, I wish you bare.”, her voice rang into the room.

The shirt of which you wore was quickly becoming too tight, almost too tight to breathe.

Strip.

Bare.

You had never been so terrified and titillated in your life. Your armpits felt warm and soaked mimicking the parts between your legs.

Larissa never let down a fight. Ever since she herself was a student at Nevermore Academy would she never bow to conquer, always eyes on the price. Especially when a certain Addams was to be her appointed opponent, was she a force to be reckoned with, just like now. Except this time of course, her opponent is very much more favorable to her, and far more enjoyable at that. Oh, she just couldn’t wait to have you admit defeat.

As your body had been frozen and your heart skipping several beats, Larissa got impatient and cleared her throat.

It had been a good minute with no evident sound of clothes dropping to the floor. She turned her head just a small angle, yet enough for you to catch her poised side profile as it lit up from the fiery background. Hypnotic.

“Shall I have to repeat myself, girl?”, the words fell from her lips and you saw her delicious tongue forming them as she spoke.

Just as if in a trance once more, every border was let down. You slowly pulled the shirt over your head. You dropped it to the floor, still looking towards her. You started grabbing the back of your bra to snap it open, freeing you perked breasts.

“No, Ms. Weems.”

She drove her sight back to the dancing fires, “Good.”

As your tits met the chilling air, your nipples almost immediately hardened, even more than they already were from your involuntary arousal.

As the material of your clothes grazed your skin, she heard the whooshing sound and the desire to turn around and watch as you undressed was gradually growing more and more insufferable. She didn’t of course. It had taken the headmistress many moons and suns to learn the importance of patience, especially with you here now. She couldn’t just throw all care out of the window this early.

All things good come to those who wait.

You removed your own heels putting them aside. Then your socks, left and right, putting them in the open space of your left behind stilettos.

The wooden floors had icicles spike up through the skin of the padded area of your soles. The only carpet in the room was in front of the fireplace, as of right now laid right under the awaiting woman's own nylon covered feet.

The rigid air in the room was closing in on you.

How on earth are you supposed to go through with this? Your face was hot and red. Stomach turning and bubbling in excitement. Your head dizzy and light. Dear god, why did she have to wear that awful perfume that let your better judgments get lost in the cravings of tasting it on your lips, licking it right from the source of her skin.

You unbuttoned the last of your slacks restraints. With your underwear, they glided over your flesh protected hips and quietly fell to the floor in a pool around your feet. Your cold, red, bare feet, on the brink of running in every direction away and towards the scarily quiet woman.

You could still stop it, you could!

“Come to me.”, she calmly said and raised the wine glass in her hand and gulped down a big sip of the silky red substance. Her lipstick had laid a mark on the brim of the glass.

Maybe she would let you lick it off.

What? No.

Your heartbeat felt heavy and as if your heart was threatening you, that with each timid step you would take, it was further on its journey to pop out of your chest. Fall to the ground in a splattering of blackened red blood, only for her to come by your limp side as your heart was still beating on the floor next to you, piercing right through it with her sharp, plastic heels.

You took a step towards her, but a cold voice made you stop and the feeling of utter exposure finally hit you.

“Not like that.”

A moment of silence pierced the temperature of the room. Fright strangled you and left you behind with a ragged breath. You knew what she was asking, from the moment you took a step you already knew that deep down it wasn’t enough. Could you really bring yourself to do it, you already had.

Yes.

Like a subject bowing for the reign, a believer kneeling in front of the holy cross, you did what you knew was required of you.

You got onto your hands and knees. Still not having made it to the fluffy carpet, the cold floor embraced you and reminded you of what was to come. What you were.

She couldn’t believe it. The pride she had for you in this very moment seethed through her bones, for she knew where you were, what you had done. You were perfect, absolutely and completely made for her. There was no doubt in her mind.

The fear of the loss of your dignity that once had you in a chokehold had faded into the abyss, and even if a heavy blanket of shame couldn’t help but cover your mind given the position you found yourself in, exposed, sweaty and obedient, it simply was of insignificance to you, for the only thing that was kept in your mind and had been for this entire encounter since you entered the door was…

I want to see your face.

You crawled along the floor. The only sound in the room came from the spectacle the woman herself was watching, the crackling of burning wood as the fire slowly turned its flesh from a beautiful brown to a black and gray surface, slowly transforming it into ashes like the former blocks beneath them.

You were suddenly met with the white, soft carpet underneath you. Your hands and knees had gotten slightly red from the hard ground and the carpet was a comfortable contrast to it, almost soothing the soreness.

You moved on hands and knees up beside her. Your mind was cramped with thoughts you didn’t know what to do or how to cope with.

What if she thinks a fool of you.

Did you make a mistake? Assuming the wrong thing.

Is your body to her liking?

You know you’re leaning more towards the plaine look rather than a great beauty such as herself, would she mind?

Are you doing good?

Is she satisfied with you?

Is she happy?

Larissa turned her head to look down at your form. She couldn’t hold back the ragged breath she had held within her. One glance at your naked body next to her and she knew there was no telling of the heads and heels any longer. She adored the eagerness in you to be near her, be with her. The compliance you showed melted something in the older woman she wouldn’t be showing this early on, but it was certainly still there.

You were a beauty, a true and utter pretty girl, all for her. All for her to see and touch and feel.

“Sit up, my darling.”

You sat back onto your heels. You looked up at her and you swore the look of reassurance and calm in her face made you want to burst into tears, for it melted every last bit of doubt within you away.

She couldn’t help but observe your uncovered flesh and visible bone outlinings of your body as you straightened your back. Your breasts were just above average in size, they bounced deliciously on your ribcage as you moved. Your nipples had become soft again, they now presented themselves as a heavier contrasting pink on your smooth skin.

Larissa felt a slow throbbing in her underwear. How on earth she managed to catch such sweet innocence under her hand was a mystery to her, but a blessing nonetheless. And of course a pad on the back, if you were to ask her.

She looked into your eyes. Your wide, glazed eyes filled with arcour and need. You were both holding your breaths once more. The connection of your bodies pulled you to almost grasp for the other, even if you had not shared a single touch yet. Your freckled face had never before looked upon her as it did now. How wonderful.

Still gazing at you, she took the wine in her other hand and let the other stretch itself towards your face. She caressed your cheek with the back of her fingers. It had been so long.

So long, so long, so long

Too long, without the sweet tingling of her touch. Her skin felt cool to the one on your face. It calmed you more than you cared to admit, Yet your body deceived you when your eyes fell lightly shut.

“How has your day been, sweet girl?”, she moved her hand to the top of your head, scraping the stray hairs down your hairline out of your face and behind your ears.

You opened your eyes, “It was okay. Ms. Weems.”

She removed her hand. You felt empty once more. She looked at you for a moment, seemingly captured in a thought stream. With a graceful movement of her other hand, she presented you with the half filled glass, prodding you to take it. After a moment of confusion, you tentatively did.

“Hmm, I'm certainly hoping the answer will change to one with a bit more enthusiasm by the end of tonight”, she lifted her eyebrow with an adoring smile to her lips.

“Drink.”

If you had any knickers on, they would have been submerged with the slick forming between your thighs.

Gods no. What if you're making a mess on her rug?

You took a glance at the red liquid, bringing it closer to your face and revealed in its earthy aroma. After a little investigating, you brought it to your lips and began to slowly drink. It was expensive, that much you were able to tell. The taste was more intense and flavors more complex than the cheap ones in your own fridge at home. Halfway through you wanted to lower the glass, not able to drink anymore. But as soon as you tried to pry away the glass, the woman above you moved with elegant hast.

“No darling, drink up. I would hate the thought of not having clenched your thirst.”, she purred in her heavy British accent and gave you a sinister smile. She put a finger under the stem of the glass forcing you to keep consuming the beverage.

Your mouth was filled to the brim with bitter sweet alcohol and you had to squint your eyes to concentrate on swallowing it without choking. You felt as the wine slipped passed your lips and dripped onto your chin, your neck, chest. You felt dirty and sticky, ashamed of the degenerate behavior she forced upon you.

As the glass emptied, she removed her finger and sat back on the chaise. You lowered the glass a bit out of breath and simply looked up at her.

“Tsk, you have made quite the mess, haven’t you?.”, she tutted and by an inch only, tilted her head to the side.

With her hand again, she reached for your lips. She held onto your chin gently as she, not so gently, cleaned your lips from the fruity wine. She halted when they were no longer dripping with fluids, still holding your face.

“Did you put this lipstick on for me?”

“Perhaps.”, you said it more nonchalantly than you intended to.

You made eye contact.

“Cheeky today, aren’t we? Can’t possibly be the wine already.”

She flowingly glided her sight back to your mouth. Suddenly she drove her thumb over your lips once more, only this time it wasn’t an act of assistance.

She pressed hard onto your soft pillows and slid onto the skin around them. You knew by the adhesive feeling on your chin that she was smearing your lipstick around your mouth.

You felt a drop of arousal slip onto your inner thigh, not to mention the aching of your sweet places, as she abused your lips.

With no forewarning she pushed two of her long manicured fingers past your lips.

Her mouth fell slightly agape as the sight of your mouth enclosed around her fingers settled in her mind. You didn’t push her away or turn your head, you complied with a muffled squeak as you felt her pointer and index finger press down onto your tongue.

“That’s it, suck.”

You didn’t know if it was the effect of the alcohol or your complete devotion to her, probably both, but an urge to satisfy her took over you.

You gently grabbed her hand. You licked between her fingers and sucked the pads of them with your teeth biting softly at their tip. You began to suck her fingers with a desire to please, it showed.

Brave.

You started sucking harder, sloppier. Your eyebrows knit together and a whine escaped your throat when she started rocking them back and forth, parading the ministrations that would usually take place further south.

Oh please. More! I can't much longer!

You were lost in her trance and you never wanted to wake. You looked up at her and the sight could have killed you. Her eyes were black, only a rim of turquoise surrounding them and they looked as if she saw right into the atoms of your bones. Your soul. Her mouth took deep open breaths, her bottom lip getting trapped by her teeth and tongue.

She pulled her fingers from your mouth and cupped your face with both of her hands. After a drawn out thirst filled look, she collided her lips with yours. You dropped the empty glass in your hands and it collided with the carpet right in front of you, hurriedly gripping her muscular biceps. Once more you got to taste her flavors. But this time, she tasted of the finest wine and the simple, divine taste her own saliva had to offer. She devoured your mouth with her much bigger one. She sucked and loved and bit and claimed it as no one else could.

She pulled your face up, hinting you to stand up from your sitting position. The possessiveness her tongue showed had you crying into the deep sloppy kisses, as you went to stand. The task was found to be harder than expected.

As soon as your legs tried to show strength and hold your weight they gave under from the missing blood in your calves, caused by the cut blood circulation.

“Hmph!” you exclaimed into your lovers mouth as your knees hit the ground again with a harsh thud.

Ms. Weems pulled back to look at you with a faint smirk, “Already weak in the knees I see, and all from a kiss?”

“How utterly pitiful, my dear”

“I’m sorry Ms. Weems I-I can’t see…”

“Don’t worry dear,”, she took ahold of the underside of your arms steadying you, as you for a second time tried to stand. You succeeded, the hold of her strong hands being your biggest support.

“I’ll take care of you now, sweetings. Come here,”, She patted her lap, prodding you to take a seat. She guided you around the chaise until you stood right in front of her.

An owner and her devoted pet.

She turned your limping form around and placed her hands on the curve of your hips. Her touch on your hips felt like the dirtiest of sins, yet it was so gentle and tender, so how could this feeling within you ever be considered a transgression of the godly?

She pulled you down onto her thick soft thighs, half exposed by the tight gray skirt that attached itself to her dress. You leaned back against her and as your head collided with her shoulder, your legs on either side of hers, the full weight of your body trusting her with the most sacred and intimate parts of yourself. There were no longer any restraints strong enough to hold Larissa back.

She buried her nose in your long, loose hair. It cascaded on, now, both of your shoulders, and she inhaled the flowery scent of your shampoo, the tint of your own skins smell evident as well.

She glided her left hand up your sticky, red torso and found its way towards your breast, her other hand still firmly holding the meat of your hips.

“Oh, oh please.”, you pleaded with closed eyes and a scrunched face as your head rested on her shoulder. Half dizzy of her, half dizzy of the alcohol filled beverage.

She took a look at your form from underneath her. Her eyes found the way down the heaving valley of your breasts, over your soft stomach and navel, all the way down to the black mound of curly hairs between your cream thighs.

She pinched your now fully erect nipples, purposely making you twist and writhe above her.

“Touch me, I need your touch please!”, You had abandoned all propperness and decorum.

Make me feel you, please please please

“Oh but I am, silly girl.” grabbing the entirety of your ample flesh, she groped and violated your breast with vigor.

“I n-need more- oh - more.”

She starts moving her hand on your hip to a slow pace, rutting you against her thighs.

“How greedy you have become, hmm,” She snaked the hand once on your breast up to hold onto your neck. Your chest rose and arched away from her while your head continued to rest on her shoulder.

“P-Please”, you slurred as the delirious feeling of her hand on your throat tightened. You definitely noticed the effect of the alcohol, but in some strange way it made your sensations spur and the tingles of fire in your skin lit up as if gasoline had been cast over them.

Her other hand made its way from the guiding of your hips to the faint showing muscle of your stomach.

Lower

Low… Oh!

Cold fingers circled your tight and tension filled bud. You let a single gasp out, but quickly it turned into mewls and moans of pleadings and joy.

“Like this? Is this what you want, darling. Tell me, tell me it’s the pleasurable touch of my hands you crave.”

“Y-Yes! It’s you - it’s you I c-crave Ms.Weems.”

She had gathered some slick from your, as well sticky, entrance and had pinched your clitoris. She chuckled into your hair as you squealed in white pain and red desire from her doings.

She then traveled further, further than ever before. Two fingers began to massage the outer muscles of your vagina. She started to nip at your neck, just a simple few nips here and there, slowly becoming kisses that traveled from the back of your ear to the base of your neck, as she slowly sank her fingers deeper and deeper into your womanhood.

“Well done, lamb, there you go. look at me”, she began to pump her fingers. Your mind saw nothing but a cheshire grin as you prepared yourself to open your eyes. You looked up at her as if you gazed upon divinity.

The pace of her fingers quickened and the feeling of her sliding in and out of you were something you couldn’t put into words. Maybe the best way to describe it was death, yes death. That would be it.

She started whispering things into your ear. Like a siren she sang her songs to you and hypnotized you to see stars align.

That's it, dear

Mine now

You’re perfect, Y/n

Ah, such a good girl

Louder Y/N

Who owns you?

Harder? Oh but I’ll break you, dear

Let go for me

And you did.

You had never experienced more energy consuming acts of the mind and body before, resulting in your spent body slumping against her and tears rolling down your face.

“Ah, sh sh.” she cooed.

The headmistress turned your body so her arm rested behind your neck and the rest of your body supported by the softly cushioned chaise. The flames of the fire warmed your numb skin. The hold of your lover warmed you even more.

Larissa tenderly sweeped the wet hairs away from your forehead and gave it a kiss.

“Sleep my girl. My sweet Y/n.”, and you did.

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incorrect-riordanverse · 8 months

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finally reading tsats here are my live thoughts (spoilers, obviously):

i’m so excited because some pages are darkly decorated and its so cool. still don’t vibe with the title though (the sun IS a star and its peeving me)

why are we talking about dating darth vader 😟 where are we rn (anakin is a yes, but DARTH VADER???)

maybe i’m too old but the jokes are not funny 😭

“this whole place feels like my soul. empty and dark. dark as the pit of the underworld.” <- i don’t care if he’s joking nico would never say thissss 🙏😭 we’re only 10 pages in but please stop butchering my fav character he’s not himselffff i am cringing so bad

i know i’m being dramatic but if they do nico dirty in this book i’m going to end it all

oh my god i don’t think i’ve thought about the words “significant annoyance” in so long. bringing back good memories for sure.

i can tell which parts were written by riordan and which parts were written by oshiro. i don’t think their voices are blending very well together…

also, maybe it’s because it’s the start of the book and they’re trying to familiarise new readers quickly with the characters but it feels like they’re making nico the caricature of ‘emo and shadow and ebony darkness dementia raven way 🥀⛓️🖤’ and will the caricature of ‘happy and sunshine and blonde and flower gleam and glow ☀️🌈🫧’ and i usually like this dynamic when it’s not blatantly pointed out every other page. i have faith they’ll show more complexity than this later on though. future yan will let me know by the end. (future yan here, im not at the end but the characterisation def does get more complex thank gods)

oh ok so it is bob the titan

since when was nico’s actual name niccolo??? how did i forget this detail??

“you have to listen if not you’ll share my fate.” “ominous much?” <- ok he’s finally himself again guys it’s all good

the one-sided beef nico has with percy will never not be funny

“cookie monster appeared over the mouth of the jar, reached inside and gobbled up nico like the chocolate-chip cookie he was.” <- nevermind i’ve gone back to hating this book again

“what was one straight boy when you spent your whole life longing for the impossible?” <- i’m reminded of that time a few years back where everyone made ‘having an unrequited crush on percy’ nico’s whole fanon personality, so i’m glad they addressed this somewhat. this boy has been through so much and people really thought crushing on percy was the biggest thing to focus on about ‘nico angst.’

“we made a mistake. you have to fix it.” <- call me a red flag but if i was nico i would do anything and everything to not go. i would medicate myself so highly on sleeping pills that i can’t dream (doctor bf can go kick rocks). i would track percy and annabeth down and haul their asses into tartarus instead to do it. and if i had to go i would only go in to kill bob myself for sending me those traumatic ass nightmares. no thx. bro willingly jumped in himself and now wants me to save him. nuh uh.

not cupid being will 😭 its like his aphrodite 😭 i am not well.

they always have a really good and emotionally moving scene and they ruin it with a dumb joke. let it be heavy 👏👏

something’s really fishy and i have a feeling that it might not be bob calling for him

if this whole “grumpy ball of darkness” thing continues i will actually lose it

you can’t tell me the percabeth pep talk was actually needed. i will forgive it because i miss them though

im sensing tension in the gap between nico’s connection to the underworld and his relationship with will and i’m here for ittttt. give me the dramaaa

who is the gorgyra girl and why is she in their business sm?

oh shit a will solace pov??? christmas came early 🙏

nevermind that whole nightmare sequence was so fucked up 😭😭

somebody HELP HIM i never thought we would get will angst (nico angst fs, but will???)

DONT JUMP IN THE STYX PLEASE

SOMEBODY TELL HIM HE’S HELPFUL OMG

nico strangling epiales in his sleep is so fucking cool he’s literally HIM he’s literally THAT GUY

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biceratops7 · 1 year

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… let’s talk about “Arrival”

So I was fully intending on making a more general but thorough peruse through the new Good Omens title sequence, because my FUCK aren’t those always a gold mine. But then I thought to myself, “hey wait a minute, I can be even more unhinged and on brand.”

Something I’ve seen nobody talk about yet is that the movie that the procession is marching into is The Arrival, which is a 90’s movie that draws a pretty straightforward parallel. But I think if it doubles as a reference to 2016’s Arrival, THAT has some much more interesting implications. Either way this reference is doing some heavy lifting.

For those who haven’t seen the movie (or that one philosophy tube video about it lol), the basic plot is that a group of aliens later named heptopods arrive on earth scattered across the world, and just kind of invite humanity to check them out. Each country hires a team of linguists who are all tasked with figuring out what the visitors are here for. But the thing is, it’s only about aliens on the surface level. This is really about communicating, cooperation, and how language holds the power to alter your very fabric of reality.

Spoilers for the movie:

Two major revelations occur towards the end of the movie. The first is that an element of fluid time is revealed. Throughout the movie, the main American linguist has been having flashbacks to a daughter that passed away of an illness. But since the heptopod language has no regard for chronological order, we learn that these are actually flash-forwards when she becomes nearly fluent. In other words, learning heptopod, having a genuine curiosity and even compassion for these vastly different beings. has given her the ability to perceive reality in ways thought previously impossible.

Even before noticing the Arrival reference, I’ve been side eyeing these “flashbacks”, but this and the image above confirmed it for me. Any instance of the word “becoming” when talking about the past indicates some sort of fluid time nonsense. The past is fixed unless something ✨happens✨. I don’t think these are simply memories, I think something rather cosmic instead is afoot.

But it’s more than just “there’s probably time travel in this” though. Simply having Aziraphale as a companion has changed Crowley. It’s given him an ability that he’s not meant to be capable of as a demon. He already had it in him to be good and have mutual relationships based in trust and kindness, I’m sure all demons can if given the right nurture… but Crowley is experiencing love. In the show, something tangible to the senses and distinctly angelic. I’m very much hoping that that whole element of things is going to somehow be a driving factor in what’s occurring over all, and possibly involved in time going screwy.

The other element of Arrival’s ending that’s of import, is the heavy emphasis on the importance of cooperation. First of all, we learn at some point that not every country has the same message to decipher, they each have one piece of a whole. Some of the countries begin using games to communicate with their heptopods, and this poses a problem because it causes messages to be more easily interpreted as hostile. For example, the phrase “we brought a tool” can be easily misconstrued as “we have a weapon.” Eventually, the world gets impatient and scared, and a war is imminent. What finally leads to everyone putting down arms and cooperating, is the American linguist sending a message to the Chinese linguist saying “in war, there are no victors, only widows.”

Something noteworthy about this particular march is that the procession never splits like it does at the end of the first season’s. Not only are both angelic and demonic figures marching into the light atop a mountain as a United front, but this actually seems to be a theme this season. Heaven and Hell aren’t working together as far as we know, but they are at least working towards the same goal, which for some reason is getting Gabriel’s ass. There is also a heavy emphasis on mending broken relationships, with Crowley and Azirphale trying to fix a (probably) lesbian couple literally being the B plot.

Now this is where we bring in what’s actually on the movie screen, which is that damn box. So at this point we know basically nothing about it accept for it probably being a Mcguffin. But we DO have the imagery of three feathers, a black one, a white one, and a bluish grey one, falling into it… and it sure as fuck looks like a moving box. So back to arrival, what actually was the message? The heptopods told the linguist that they’re here to help humanity (via giving them a tool or new tech I think?) because in 3,000 years, they will need humanity’s help. So with this and the world eventually being inspired to stand down and share their pieces of the message, it’s this over arching theme of setting aside fear of the other and cooperating indefinitely for the benefit of the whole. The black feather, the white feather… and then something that is somehow both yet entirely unique.

I think… somehow, someway, this season may culminate in Heaven and Hell reconciling. Whether it be against a common enemy, for a shared goal, or in love, there seems to be many clues both symbolic and literal that show them learning to be one again. Learning to understand eachother’s language and see new ways of being neither before could fathom.

#by the way the last image (not the meme) are Aziraphale and Crowley circling eachother in a dance like pattern… like twin stars…#so close they may from a great distance appear as one…#good omens #season 2 #speculation #meta #analysis #ineffable husbands #Aziraphale #Crowley #arrival 2016 #season 2 title sequence #biceratops

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viewlumia · 3 months

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Nothing will be more weirder than the Ninjago fandom acting like Cole was in love with Nya throughout Rebooted.

Through the entire Love Triangle ordeal, he never actually acts for Nya, instead only reacting to Jay. Observe:

Blackout

In the previous episode, The Art of the Silent Fist, there was a scene between Cole and Nya. Throughout that episode, Nya was struggling with her newfound feelings towards Cole (given to her by a machine I might add but that's a conversation for another day). Nya talks to Cole in that scene and it ends with them holding hands and Cole jokingly saying "Don't tell Jay."

Why am I bringing this up? Because I honestly have trouble looking at that through a romantic lense. I often see people use this as evidence even though it doesn't match up with how the show would later indicate romance (they looked at each other so they're in love now! Chemistry, what's that!) More importantly, Nya never actually articulates her feelings for Cole in this scene. This is crucial when getting to Blackout. In Blackout, after Pixal blurts out that Cole is a perfect match for Nya, not Jay, who entered the room at the time, his first instinct is to attack Cole as soon as he saw him! From the POV of Cole, this looks like his friend calling him names and a whole lot of other things seemingly out of nowhere, he never actually heard about the "Perfect Match" results and that combined with the previously mentioned scene leaves us with a Cole who isn't in love with Nya and is only focused on Jay.

The Curse of The Golden Master

In this clip, after the ninja head into the sewer like a certain other group of color coded ninja, Jay gets into another spat with Cole after Cole dared to *checks note* look out for Nya's safety. This causes the two to get into an argument and ignore Nya falling from the broken ladder.

Now this scene on it's own doesn't mean much, but when paired with the other episodes mentioned, it starts to paint a bigger picture. This scene is a tipping point for Cole, going from someone clueless about his situation and fighting with Jay to letting this petty, near one-sided rivalry get in the way of the task at hand.

This scene is honestly the perfect representation of the Love Triangle in Rebooted: it was never really about Nya, she was just a stepping stone to get to Jay yelling at Cole over a situation he has no idea he's even in. Cole isn't out of the woodwork either as he begins to ignore Nya solely so he can insult Jay, but hey, it can't get any worse right?

Codename: Arcturus

It got worse.

In Codename: Arcturus, we see Jay, Cole, and Nya at the movie theater to "prove who Nya should go out with." Now, you may ask "doesn't that sequence end with both Jay and Cole asking who Nya will date and her kidnapping a cleaning robot?" yes, it does! But the important thing here is that it wasn't even Nya's idea in the first place ("Hey, it wasn't my idea to go on a double date to decide between you two.") Interesting thing of note, this is the only episode in the entire season where it's actually shown Cole fighting for Nya's affection, but even then it's not really about her, it's about getting back at Jay more than anything.

I know someone will come in wondering about "authorial intent," the intent in question being that Cole could be a potential love interest for Nya moving forward, but while I can see the intent, I can also acknowledge that what actually landed on the page and later the screen does not match the intent at all. Instead of Cole falling in love with Nya and getting into a spat with Jay that way, we got Cole treating Nya like a stepping stone to get back at Jay, disregarding her feelings in the process.

TL;DR: Kai should've knocked Jay and Cole upside the head for being weird about his sister

#I did not intend for this to become an analysis but here we are #I would love to hear your thoughts and rebuttals on this anaylsis #please i need human interaction #honestly i formatted this really bad so hopefully this makes sense #ninjago #ninjago analysis #cole brookstone #jay walker #nya smith #nya jiang #jay ninjago #nya ninjago #cole ninjago #ninjago cole #ninjago nya #ninjago jay

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How ShadyVox Threatened Myself & Others For Years

My name is Martin Billany but I am also known as LittleKuriboh in the YouTube sphere/Yu-Gi-Oh fandom.

I am posting this here for posterity in case all of my other posts elsewhere about it are removed. Also because there has never been a single unified place to find all of this information presented in sequence.

Patrick, also known by his pseudonyms of ShadyVox or Scratch21's Matt Robinson or Blake Swift, spent the better part of 2019-2023 both threatening me and manipulating a group of real victims.

A brief history - for those who don't know, Patrick/ShadyVox and myself were heavily involved in the "abridged series" world in the late 2000s/mid 2010s. I myself started the whole abridged parody nonsense with Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged, and Patrick would follow suit by doing a Yu-Gi-Oh GX Abridged. We met through content creation and formed a friendship through it. Not best friends or anything, but friendly enough.

Patrick would later leave the abridged series stuff behind and start over making music, working in original animation for popular internet channels, etc. Stuff he was genuinely very good at. It was a strong choice to move away from parody content, as it likely would have held him back at some point.

At a certain point in 2018, I received a communication from him that requested I remove certain YouTube comments on my videos that featured him. These comments were demanding to know why Patrick was following various right wing channels and were calling him alt-right, etc.

I agreed to remove the comments because I considered him a friend and automatically assumed there was some big misunderstanding. As it turned out, he was subscribed to a few channels that caused me to confront him.

I was emotional and upset, admittedly. Things politically were at a fever pitch and I had been swept up by it. I have included screencaps of our conversation.

Later I would apologize to him for my outburst and try to make amends. You're probably wondering why I would include this since it doesn't seem to involve Patrick threatening me, and it seems if anything to suggest I got upset at him.

That is because I truly believe this is the moment Patrick decided he was going to find some way to come after me. I believe that Patrick had spent a lot of time creating a mask for himself, and had worn it very well, and the moment someone saw through it for even a moment he decided I had to be dealt with somehow.

At this point - mid 2018 - Patrick and I were not close. We hadn't worked on anything together in half a decade. We really only kept in touch in a cursory fashion. So I imagine this interaction stuck in Patrick's craw something awful.

I was, however, closer with the person Patrick had worked in conjunction with on his abridged series, X. These days X is my best friend. Back then, I don't know how close we were. But definitely closer than either of us were with Patrick.

One day in 2019, entirely out of the blue, Patrick messages me privately to inform me that X once slept with a girl who was 17 when he was in his early 20s.

My own spouse was sexually assaulted before I met them, and as a result I have a no tolerance policy on anything that even could resemble assault. So I immediately ended my friendship with X.

And as I was doing so, Patrick told me repeatedly that I was overreacting.

As you can see, by Patrick/Shady's own words, this was a long time ago. Just under a decade or so, by my count.

And most importantly, Patrick had been aware of this for the whole decade or so and chose this very moment to tell me that this happened.

I want you to keep that in mind, especially the fact that when I said I was ending my friendship with X, Patrick's actual response was "it was a long time ago, he's gotten better."

It was painful to end my friendship with X, but I did. I told him that if he could provide satisfactory proof that what Patrick had said didn't represent the facts of the situation, I could be his friend again. Until then, I cut off all communication from X.

A week or so later I received specific evidence that pointed to a situation wherein Patrick was intentionally misrepresenting what happened, or the alleged victim's story. The alleged victim VERY specifically disagreed with Patrick.

You'll note that I'm not including screen caps of these conversations - that is because the alleged victim, and other involved parties, DO NOT WANT to be part of any of this and have needed actual therapy because of Patrick's behavior in the past. Not just here.

Anyway.

I returned to Patrick/Shady and told him there had been a misunderstanding. I wanted to clear the air and give him a chance to say something along the lines of "oh okay, obviously I had my facts wrong." I mean, as you yourself have just read - he said himself that this was a long time ago. Maybe he got some wires crossed.

This is how Patrick actually responded:

The screenshots were taken on different dates, hence why his twitter icon looks different suddenly.

But yes. His response to me explaining that the alleged victim disagreed with his stance, was to insist that the alleged victim must be lying and that I should be absolutely infuriated.

After he'd tried to tell me that there was no point in being upset about this information that he had sat on for the better part of a decade.

Patrick continued to scream at me via dm, repeatedly requesting that I give him my phone number so we could talk about this. I assume this is because he didn't want any kind of text evidence of what he was going to say to me, or what he was doing.

He would later, mid-conversation, tell me that he was deleting all of his dms to me. Not sure why. It doesn't remove them from my side of the conversation, so I still have access to all of them. I have not shared the entire private message thread yet, because it's sensitive and involves people beyond just myself. But if the dms ever do need to be made public entirely, I have them.

I ended up blocking Patrick during this very conversation because he had begun screaming at me, behaving extremely unhinged and in a frightening manner. I honestly think he had hoped that I would initially try to defend my friend from his accusation, in which case he was going to fly off the handle then. But because I had genuinely believed him and removed my friend from my life, only to then learn Patrick's story didn't hold water, he had no choice but to lash out now. When it didn't make any sense to suddenly be irate about a thing he had told me about, and had literally just said "it was a long time ago."

Within 24 hours, Patrick had sent me a threatening email saying he was going to expose me for everything I was doing. I have attached the highlights of the email, parts that don't involve other people's names.

Some of the references in this email - specifically about how I've associated with others and ignored people calling me out for it - are related to a podcast I was on, alongside Patrick. Until recently I had indeed tried to move on with my life after a number of the people involved had revealed themselves to be toxic. I had made efforts to separate myself from those people. It had been years since I'd really had any direct connection to any of them.

I do indeed regret not speaking out about it sooner.

Having said this, Patrick himself was equally as guilty for not speaking out - and had in fact spent a significantly larger amount of time talking to/working with the people in question.

As such, I believe a lot of this is some form of bizarre projection on his part.

I ignored the email because I was a) worried that he had suddenly snapped, and b) I didn't think any of the content warranted a response.

A day later, I received this email from Patrick where his tone has changed entirely:

As you can see, this is more in line with the reality of the situation. He is apologizing profusely and insisting I didn't actually do anything wrong, and that he was the one in the wrong.

You'll also note that he signs this particular email "Patrick." That is because it is his real name, and I believe he was possibly appealing to my humanity and the part of me that might still have seen a friendship worth salvaging. Otherwise I could not tell you why he signed his real name - he typically hates using it.

I still did not reply because at this point I was confused and scared and wanted him to leave me alone. And to that point, he had specifically stated at the end of his email that he was the problem and he would not "involve himself in my life any longer."

The police were contacted and they told him to stop. I had hoped that my part in all of this was over.

Later that very month, Patrick announced on his ShadyVox twitter account that a new GX Abridged was coming out for April Fools.

When it is posted on April 1st - less than a month after he had sent his email saying he would remove himself from my life, and not long after the police have visited him - the video contains many references to our conversations, and specifically the fact that the police got involved.

Yes, after being told by the police to stop - and after writing an email that insisted he knew he was the real problem and would be getting help - he decides to make a mockery of the situation publicly, in a manner that nobody else will understand. Except the people it is targeting.

The tweets about this video are the only thing remaining on Patrick's twitter account, as he had purged it some time ago.

(An aside - I do recall someone attempting to call Patrick out for being toxic previously on twitter, and his response was to spam them with the words "PROVE IT. PROVE IT. PROVE IT." until they gave up. I would include screenshots of this, but like I said - he purged his entire twitter except for this specific GX Abridged video he'd thrown together in a week to respond to the fact that the authorities had intervened to get him to stop)

One other important element of this video - which is where, I believe, this whole thing veers into genuinely disturbing territory - is that it is interspersed with garbled footage intended to look like some sort of creepypasta/vhs effect. At the end of the GX Abridged video, it is clear that Patrick is using this video to allude to some upcoming song tracks he is producing.

Songs that are tailored to threaten me in cryptic, indirect ways that very few people pick up on.

But I'll get to those later.

During 2019, Patrick reaches out to actual victims of the toxic individuals from the podcast I used to be on more than half a decade before any of the stuff chronologized in this post. He tells them lies, and demonizes me to the point that it convinces them that I am still both defending/supporting the toxic individuals, and actively mocking their victims in private.

I am aware of this because Patrick tweets about it - before deleting the tweets entirely. He even attempts to throw popular abridging group TeamFourStar under the bus, which I assume was merely out of spite because they had absolutely nothing to do with any of this.

I wish I had screengrabbed the tweets when they were still up, but there is still remaining evidence that they did exist.

Here is someone posting on Reddit about it - he only references one tweet, but this was around the time Patrick was posting and then immediately deleting what he'd said. I honestly can only assume - but I think he was fishing for people to latch on to what he was saying and contact him privately.

Not to mention the fact that the police had specifically told him to stop, so that was likely in the back of his mind also.

Here is someone replying to a since suspended twitter account that was discussing what Patrick was saying about TeamFourStar. Obviously I have no clear way to prove it, but please know that I have no reason to make that much up and point to a random ass tweet.

I imagine Patrick (not the suspended person in the above screencap) realized the best way to not seem directly to blame or involved at all was to remove any and all posts he'd made. Admittedly it would have worked if I didn't have the dms and these emails.

Speaking of emails, I received a third one in late 2019 - as you can see, Patrick's promise of leaving me alone forever didn't even last a year.

You'll note that he's speaking as though the second email never even happened. He's also just plain lying through his teeth for a significant part of it, but I think it's most important to note that this email requires you to assume the second email never got written.

He has gone from pages and pages of "of course it wasn't your fault, I'm the problem, you're good, I'm bad" to "I told you..."

Also, I think the words "You tried to damage me" should be highlighted here as it reinforces my theory that all of this was about me insulting him for all the right wing channels he'd subscribed to. Which, to me, was barely even a thought in my mind at this point.

So I choose to ignore this email also. Because y'know, why would I even humor responding to the guy at this point? I decide that I will only speak on any of this if it becomes public conversation. Until then, anything that happens would be because of Patrick's actions.

I do let my friends know about all of this - including TeamFourStar, who through this entire thing have been blameless and didn't even do anything to Patrick to begin with. And every time Patrick does something, I make sure people in my circle are aware and to be cautious.

Meanwhile Patrick alludes to all of this indirectly in the songs he posts to his YouTube channel. Yes, a situation that involves actual victims and one alleged victim that Patrick hadn't spoken to in years. He chose to make reference to all of this in videos where he raps, amongst other things.

There are a number of songs that feature references to this, it's mainly these two that I want to focus on

Birdy Boy is a song that is explicitly referencing Patrick's issues with me, without actually going into any details about what the issue is.

It is so clearly about me that people pick up on it - and rather than confront the issue or have a dialogue, Patrick decides to pin the comment about it to the top of the comments page.

Of course, if Patrick made any attempt to directly describe the issue or explain himself, it would likely result in the police becoming involved once again.

So he sticks to singing about the whole thing.

This next song is the most upsetting one.

Patrick/Shady writes a song called "Joker" about a psychotic individual murdering someone who "used to be funny." This is, specifically, the song that he teases at the end of the GX Abridged Episode 21 video he posted earlier in 2019 for april fools.

He has teased it multiple times on his twitter, and elsewhere, with the words "Coming Soon." The very same words he used to title his third threatening email.

Here is the email, placed next to some lyrics from the song Joker.

He is seemingly very specifically trying to threaten me without anyone noticing, in plain sight. I was unable to watch the video in full until after all of this stuff came out into the public. It was only through reading people's responses and the lyrics that I realized what he was doing.

Again, at this point I am doing and saying nothing publicly. Just watching this behavior and waiting.

Meanwhile in 2021, a videogame based on the web series TOME gets fully funded and Christopher Niosi - the creator of TOME - reaches out to the voice cast to see if they'll return. I myself was the voice of Nylocke, one of the main characters, and Patrick was the voice of THE main character.

As such, I told Christopher no and explained my reasons.

And here is Christopher's response.

Please pay careful attention to the fact that Christopher Niosi flat out says he already knew Patrick was doing this stuff - it isn't just me imagining it.

As a result of this interaction, I do not reprise my role as Nylocke and Christopher Niosi chooses to just recast every single character. Please note that he could have just recast Patrick, but did not. As a result, I feel responsible for all of the original cast losing out on work. It hurts to think about. But at least I feel like I did the right thing.

One member of the TOME production staff takes it upon themselves to reach out to Patrick personally. They discover that he is planning to write more songs/raps that target me. They ask him nicely to stop. He insists that he has to do this. Y'know, make vague allusions to extremely sensitive topics that he lied about in the form of song. Has to do it.

The member of production staff tells Patrick he should seek professional help.

Patrick ignores them.

Patrick continues to engage in behavior that, while not openly hostile or even specifically targeting anyone, is very clearly intended as mockery at best and a threat at worst until 2023 when all of this comes to a head.

In August of 2023, the real victims that Patrick has manipulated make a callout post aimed at myself and TeamFourStar. It specifically cites Patrick's testimony and the songs he has posted. They have been misled, but their anger is understandable.

Within a week, it becomes apparent to all sides that this is Patrick's fault. The person who posted the callout takes it down and apologizes to everyone. Not just me. They apologize to TeamFourStar, and to X.

And only then do I speak publicly about what Patrick has been doing.

I share all of the screencaps I've posted here, and give context. It's all a little muddled as at the time, my cat was dying of terminal cancer and so all of my posts are somewhat scatterbrained and aren't in chronological order. But it's still remarkably clear to everyone that Patrick has manipulated this whole thing, starting in 2019.

And that's only the stuff I feel comfortable sharing.

Since the callout post first dropped in 2023 and I began pointing people's attention toward Patrick, Patrick himself has been entirely silent. He has dropped off the internet with nary a word in defense. Not a single person directly associated with what happened has attempted to dispute my description of events.

This isn't my word versus his. It is my word versus silence.

I have it on good authority that Patrick is alive and well. I am grateful for that much. My attempts have not been to hurt him, but to defend myself. My efforts have not been to hunt him down and crucify him, but to make people aware of what transpired - and what could have easily been undone by Patrick/Shady just choosing to stop.

Instead a number of victims, and people who never did a thing, experienced a considerable amount of trauma as a result of his thoughtless and spiteful actions.

Patrick is a remarkably talented individual, and it makes me sad I have to be the one to show people who he is. I genuinely think all of this could have been avoided. It's so meaningless. It's just pain on top of pain.

And Patrick stood in the center of it all, not just pulling people's strings but practically uprooting them and then acting like he didn't do a thing.

I'm not expecting an apology, and I'm not asking for his cancelation, whatever shape that would take. But I do think it's important that people know this happened, that he chose this.

He did this for almost no reason to a person he considered a friend, who worked on videos with him.

It just seems like the responsible thing, to make sure people are somewhat aware that he could do this to them if they aren't cautious and careful and super aware.

I'm sorry to anyone disappointed and hurt by all of this information.

Believe me, I understand.

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