#this is becoming more and more incoherent.

[lustylita]

Switch Haven

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@hurthermore and I collabed together and created this masterpiece! Enjoy!

Imagine him waking you up in the dead of night with his hot cock rubbing between your thighs.

With intrude, you wake up ever so slightly with a grogginess you weren’t expecting. Taloned claws gripped the flesh of your cheeks before a familiar voice hushed you, telling you, warning you to be good and just let him fuck your tight little cunt. “I’ll do all the work darling, I just need to feel you. Now open up and let me fuck you senseless.”

Still out of it, you respond with instinct alone by lifting one leg and bending it at an angle by the knee; giving him full access to the intimate area only he had the pleasure of ever experiencing. Your walls throbbing with need, you didn’t know what had happened for you to become so wet while you were still sleeping.

With praise, Alastor mumbled into your ear, vocalising how good you were, how you’re his perfect little slut, obeying him and only him without even needing to be fully conscious. His cock began sliding into you oh so slowly as one hand gripped around your neck whilst the other slid down to strum your clit.

The slow and passionate pace he set had your orgasm rising quicker than usual, the soft pets he gave you touched you just right, the way his hot, groaning breath tickles your ears as he kisses your neck had you overwhelmed with stimulation.

Clenching down on him with how fast your orgasm began to rise, your back arched to get his long length deeper into you, forcing an incoherent whimper of his name to become the only thing you could manage to articulate. The pull of sleep still trying to claim you, even though your body was exhaustedly hot and tense, you bucked into his cock that thrusted in and out of you, but the hand that played with your throbbing bud kept you right where he wanted you.

Softly, his sharpened yellow teeth bit into the flesh of your shoulder as your walls squeezed him with intent, massaging and pulsing down on him as you coaxed him further into his own peak. The fingers against your clit pressing harsher against it as his thrusts become slightly faster, his enjoyment of the situation becoming all too clear. Your eyes became heavy, unable to truly process anything as your exhaustion remained present, yet you cried out as Alastor claimed a peak from you, forcing your gushing juices to coat his hard and throbbing cock that laid within you.

The feeling was unique, the pleasure, on one hand, was blinding, but the relaxation it brought you was exquisite. Becoming slightly more aware, the tips of your fingers reached back, finding their destination through your lover's red and black hair before scratching at the base of his ears; knowing full well that this little act of petting would help him reach his peak quicker.

Rubbing his ears with softness, his groans became louder in a shuddering sensation. His lips that laid against your ear began to mumble away as his ecstasy induced orgasm began to cover not only your walls, but had seeped into your cervix. Whining out your name in a low husk as he fucks his orgasm into your cunt, he speaks, relaying to you how perfect you feel, how you belonged to purely him. As his cock began to splatter the last drops of his cum, he placed his lips against your shoulder, sucking with harshness, creating a suction against your skin as he left sloppy hickies marked on your flesh.

Letting out a content moan at the familiar feeling, you loved the sensation, the idea and the enactment of being filled so completely by him. Chuckling in his grasp, you had found this to be the most sexually arousing thing he had done to you by far. "You should wake me up like this more often, my love." Your voice is still groggy due to your unconscious mind only recently being awoken, but the call of sleep was far out of your reach now.

He sighs contently in your ear at your comment before whispering against it. “Careful what you say, my darling, or you’ll be losing sleep at a rate that will have you begging me to stop.” He mumbled before gripping your posterior, pulling you apart to watch, to witness his own ejactulation glisten from your cock stuffed cunt. 

“Promise?” You murmured in a tease, your own breath stuttering as you jolted from the sudden sensation of his large hand spanking against the flesh of your ass in a retaliating act of your comment, his pelvis pushing into you ever so slightly as he assaulted you.

With a wicked smirk you pushed back against him harshly, clenching down on his sensitive cock still buried balls-deep inside your stretched cunt. 

"Why don't I return the favour? You took care of me, my big strong buck, let me take care of you instead now." Turning your head to look at him in the eye, you batted your lashes softly, knowing, understanding, that this little act of begging would get him to agree to just about anything.

Breathlessly, he agreed by manhandling your still slightly sleep induced form to straddle his lap; his cock not once leaving you, somehow. With a moaning grunt, you flinched as his cock reached further within you, bullying the opening of your cervix at the new angle. 

“Go on then darling,” He groans as he gyrates his hips, thrusting them up into yours to push his tip into your cervix. “Take care of The Radio Demon and jump on his cock.” Letting out a breathy moan at his words, your form leaned backwards to grip onto Alastor’s thighs for support. 

You loved this side of Alastor. He had always felt so authentically himself when he was tangled in your sheets and his cock snugged within your core.

Lengthening out your spine, allowing his large cock to hit even deeper into your cervix, you smiled down at him as you began to move, began to rock against his thrusts, twisting your hips with every downward stroke. Increasing your speed, your breathy moans stayed still within the depths of your oesophagus every time Alastors tip rammed against your cervix, not caring that your core and thighs stung with overexertion.

"You feel so good my buck; so big. No one could fill me up the way you do." You moaned as you tilted your head back, exposing the bite on your shoulder that he had inflicted but moments ago before you bucked against him, practically bouncing on his fat length.

“And no one can take me like this, darling. Only you get to take my cock. Always you.” He murmurs as you bounce slowly against him, your mouth agape as his claws etch into the crevice of your hips. 

Crying out at his words, your back arched backwards as you pressed yourself further into him with every bounce. “I’d hope so,” You moan as your bouncing never ceases. “Considering that you’re all mine.” You hiss as your jumps against his cock become harsher.

Purring at your words, Alastor bucked his hips into you harshly as his palms assisted in guiding you onto his cock, showing how he loved it when you got as possessive about him as he was for you. "Prove it to me, my little doe~" He groans up at you, causing your eyes to light up in challenge.

Gracefully you lean forward, forcing Alastors thrusts to halt as he peers up at you curiously. Attempting to ignore the way his burning hot thick cock throbbed against your twitching walls, you place a supporting hand on the flesh of his sternum as the other wrapped around his throat with a subtle squeeze.

It was a sight to see; your delicate fingers hardly making it around the circumference of his neck. But with the help of your freshly manicured claws you were able to restrict his airflow successfully. "Careful what you wish for, my buck~" You smiled dangerously as you slowly began to resume your aggressive pace from before.

Oh how the tables had turned as you jumped against his cock with vigour, with such force it caused your skin to enact a slapping sensation against his with an echo. The bed creaking with more potency than intended. 

As his groans mixed in with the tunes of the sexual sounds that already reverberated within the room, his tongue lapped out from his lips as he panted like a damned dog, unable to speak but a word as you only slightly cut off his air flow. You could tell he was becoming dizzy, disorientated as his eyes stopped looking at your beautiful face as they began rolling back into the depths of his skull. 

“Dont you dare stop watching me as I fuck you, Al.” You mumbled through your teeth as his cock bullied your womb.

On your knees, you buck against Alastor harder, your combined fluids sticking your ass to his pelvis every time you grind down against him. Grabbing a fist of his red hair with your free hand, you forced him to make eye contact with you.

“I want you to remember every detail of this, Al.” You bared your teeth at him, the friction against your clit borderline excruciating, but it didn’t slow your pace, as you were determined to see the Radio Demon cry. Loosening your grip on his neck, you could tell he desired air as little droplets of tears emerged from his waterline. “Come on handsome, sing for me, I know you can.” You groaned down at him.

Lifting your hips up until only the head of his cock stretched your entrance, you grinned with cheek and cockiness. But knowing that your actions were sure to bite you in the ass later, you stop and clench down, intending on milking the entire situation as far as you could before it ceased.

“Fuck, darling.” He groaned behind his sharpened yellow teeth as your hips snapped your clenching cunt down on him, fucking him into submission, his cock twitching as you squeezed your walls with intention, milking him, coercing him into another orgasm.

His claws dug into you, forcing droplets of blood to seep from your flesh as you continued to bounce, each bounce harsher, harder and more ferocious than the last. His moans begging that you don’t stop, that you were perfect, and all entirely his. And as he focused his eyesight at the action of your core slapping against his cock and pelvis, he could feel a second orgasm peak as remnants of his previous ejactulation splattered against the flesh of your cunt and the skin of his pelvis.

Moaning at the delicious pain, your fingers grip against his neck again; Alastor's words of love and encouragement spurring you on, motivating you to go even faster. Without thought, you morphed into your demonic form, using the extra strength it provided you to stay upright and push against him harder.

Crying out your lover's name, your moans raised in volume and pitch as your own orgasm began building up within your lower abdomen, the heat of everything becoming more and more prominent. With a harsh grind against his pelvis, you crashed into your orgasm, full lips parting in a wordless cry as you gushed around him. You weren’t sure if you had screamed or not, as the blood rushing through your ears made it hard to audibly intake anything.

Feeling your walls clench in a fit of spasms, Alastor’s clawed talons gripped your neck and shoulder before pushing your entire form backwards; forcing your back to hit the bed behind you. With a snarling grin, Alastor fucked into you relentlessly as you continued to cum on his large, throbbing cock.

Eyes rolling back, you let out a pitched squeal that faded into a choked gasp as Alastor clenched his large, clawed fingers around the delicacy of your neck. Stuttering out Alastor’s name, you could barely coherently speak as the blood that circulated your body rushed south, his strong thrusts forcing your orgasm to intensify into a squirt, flooding his length with your orgasm-induced juices as he continued to abuse your cervix with his fat, wet and throbbing cock.

Needing something to grasp onto, your palms reached up to grab one of his pointed, fluffed ears as your other hand gripped the back on his head, forcing him down into a messy open-mouthed kiss.

Feeling his lips connect with yours. your cries become muffled, ceasing them to echo into the pits of the room and into the mouth of your lover. His reciprocation of the kiss forced your squirting cunt to prolong ever so slightly as your legs twitched around his hips. Yet despite your orgasm, Alastor seemed hell bent on fucking you back into submission. “Such a dirty girl, cumming all over me like that.” He teased you as he pulled away from the kiss. “It’s quite the sight when you take control, darling.” He had somehow managed to mumble through his sexual groans. “But I do love seeing you submit beneath me; so submit and cry for me.” He mumbled through his teeth as he thrusted into you at a pace that was sure to break your pelvis bone.

Lips trembling, you could barely hear your lover’s words, but the look he sent your way had you squeezing hard against his length. You loved egging him on, the rewards made it so worth it.

Would you be able to walk today? No. 

But will the ache be worth it? Yes.

Tilting your head back you let out a keening whine, eyes blurring with tears as your pelvis goes numb with the pleasure. Screaming out his name, your voice strained with how much you were screaming that your mind began to become dizzy, too overwhelmed, but also wishing that Alastor fucking you with such roughness and passionate love would never end.

As you yelled out his name again, his thrusts became uneven, uncontrollable. And as he continued to kiss your swollen and abused lips, Alastor’s cock stilled into your cunt as he released his own additional orgasm with an usual moan that echoed into your mouth. His movements twitched with every spurt that left his tip, forcing him to thrust against you when every new spill that exited his cock.

You swore you could hear him mumbling your name against your lips as he rode through his orgasm, and as your fingers latched around his face, he seemed so in love as he finally relaxed inside of you.

With a content moan, you trembled underneath him, body now aching in the best way as you became boneless. You craved to have him as close as possible, to have his heated skin flush against yours. Trailing your hands to travel up his back ever so gently, you ran your claws lightly up and down his back. "Fuck Al... i can barely feel my legs." You let out a breathless giggle, nuzzling into the crevice of his neck before pressing open mouthed kisses to any piece of skin you made contact with. "I hope you know I'm not leaving the bed today."

Pulling away from you, Alastor pressed a soft kiss against your lips before descending his head to your cunt. With wide eyes, you watched as he lifted your thighs over his shoulders, only to hover his face over your cum soaked core; his eyes not once leaving yours as he inhaled the musk of not only your cunt and its juices, but the musk of his own seed deeply.

Your eyes widen at his movement, your legs trembling as you suck in a sharp breath. "Al?" Your voice cracked as you knew if he even pressed his nose against your clit, it would sting in such a delicious way.

Choking a gasp, his face pressed against your core; his tongue flattened as he petted your clit. 

Mewling, you could only reach for his antlers as the pleasure and overstimulated pain he inflicted onto you had you conflicted on continuation. You could hear him almost growl as you tugged his antlers, seemingly unsure on whether you wanted him to pull away or carry on. 

But Alastor had seemingly decided for you as his claws latched into your thighs before he sunk his prolonged tongue into the depths of your cunt. Bucking against his mouth involuntarily, you let out a moan, not really understanding if it was induced by pleasure or pain.

Twisting your fingers you begin to stroke at the base of Alastor's antlers in retaliation, your hips twitching against his mouth from the pain. "Fuck!" You cried out with a stutter, panting so hard that your lips began to tingle.

How was this pleasurable? 

You had no idea how, but the warmth, sloppy and wet feeling of your lover's long tongue lapping at your walls began to feel less sore and more warm and tingly.

"Al, please!" You had no idea what you were begging for, but fuck did you need it. Feeling him tightening that stupid smirk of his against you, you cried out in overstimulated pleasure. His teeth grazing the lips of your cunt as he furthered his tongue within you; purposefully prolonging it to fill out your cum soaked walls.

You didn’t know how to feel as he drank up the juices of both of your and his evidence of cum that mixed within you, but you found it undeniably arousing. 

He wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t cease plunging his tongue in and out of you whilst smelling the flesh of your clit. His hair sticking against your sweat and cum soaked thighs as he became sloppily relentless with his pace.

“Al! Don’t stop!” Not caring that your voice reverberates through hell, you moan out loudly into the morning air, clamping your thighs against the sides of his face, further sticking him to you, needing him pressed against you.

“Use your teeth Al, please, I can barely feel anything.” Tears of frustration and overstimulation gather on your lower lashes as you grip his antlers harder, pulling him even closer, grinding against his tongue. “Please I need-“ you were practically babbling a stutter now, half delirious and half extremely aroused, your orgasm so close but not quite at the peak.

With a growl, he ragged his head away from your cunt, your palms being scratched deeply by the sharpened ends of his antlers as he pulled away. 

“Can’t feel anything?” He bared his teeth. “Greedy little darling, aren’t you? Always begging for more despite me going above and beyond for you.” His claws latched around your face, squishing your cheeks together as his tentacles slowly began appearing behind him menacingly. “I’ve had an awful day, my love. And I thought my lovely little darling could help alleviate some of that for me; but no.” His claws became sharper before he stuffed them into your cunt. “You always have to beg for more, don’t you?” Every word rumbled from his throat with anger and pause, making sure every single word was pronounced individually as his fingers rammed deeply into you along with every pronunciation.

"N-no Al that's not what I mea-“ Eyes widening at the switch from his soft tongue to his sharp claws had you drooling – head going empty, the pain travelling up your spine sharply and making you dizzy.

“I’m sorry you had- AH! A bad day-“ Barely able to get the words out with how aggressive Alastor was ramming his fingers into you, you truthfully felt bad; remorseful. But since your mouth was the one that got you into this situation, if hurting you slightly for being a brat would help your lover calm down, you would do it happily, and with a smile.

Baring your neck at Alastor you let out a soft moan. “You can take your frustrations out on me, I’m yours to do with as you please, Al.” Closing your eyes tightly, you attempted to ignore the way your walls clamped down on his fingers from the mere thought of being covered in his sharp, sloppy bites and hickeys.

Growling yet again, he leaned into your neck before piercing his sharp, pointed teeth into your flesh, forcing pools of blood to seep against his tongue as he continued to ram his fingers into you; his cum and your juices sputtering out of you with every push. 

Sucking the ink of blood that he had forced out of your skin, he lifted his mouth away from your throat, your blood dripping from the corners of his mouth before he spoke. “You just can’t help but be conflicting can you? Always good, always bad; the only thing you’re consistent at is being mine aren’t you? Dirty girl.” He spat as his fingers never relented, and before you could attempt to touch him, his black appendages wrapped around your limbs, holding them down tightly against the bed.

Writhing against the cool shadow-appendages you started to cry, you couldn’t help it, this was a new overwhelming sensation, the urge to be good outweighing anything else, the ache of the bite helping you go into this new headspace. No words could escape, not even moans, your chest locked up as your vision swirled.

All you could realistically do was do what he wanted; be his good girl and take it. And that’s what you did, what you had to do. Blinking the tears out to clear your vision, your breath hitched at that sight that greeted you: Alastor above you, his tongue lapping up the remnants of your blood, his tentacles pinning you down as he fucked his cum back into you at a painful pace.

The sun in hell had begun to rise, lighting up one side of the man above you. His eyes locked onto yours, the sunlight highlighting the cum and blood that still coated his mouth, his chest and lower stomach in a light sheen from his sweat and your cum. He was so attractive, especially like this. Closing your eyes, you couldn’t help but cum at the sight before you. 

How did you manage to get the attention of the Radio Demon to begin with?

#alastor #hazbinhotel #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor smut #alastor x reader smut #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x oc #alastor the radio demon #hazbin

[bigleoenergy]

Obviously this isn’t the last chapter of my hero but even so I think the ending of this final battle was done very shallow anyways. Like happy for bakudeku people fr I’m happy they got their destiel moment but I sincerely feel like horikoshi said whatever to the actual story he was writing in favor of pleasing the izuku and bakugo fans which are the majority of the fandom. Because besides them literally every other character has just been side lined into an “okay? That’s it I guess??? “ ending. I’m so serious if you step outside of Bakugo and Izukus storyline not a single other character has had any proper wrap up for this war. Over half of these characters aren’t even acknowledged despite being set up for a more impactful story it’s crazy.

And I’m sorry but genuinely what is the point of anything right now if Touya, Himiko, and Tomura are dead. I literally don’t care if one of them did actually survive and we see that in the next chapter, we should see them alive now….getting help…being acknowledged. What was the point of emphasizing to your viewers how fucked and unfair hero society is and how so many people suffer and become villains because of never getting help if the three characters who represent the unfairness just die??? All of them??? Like okay… hope that their deaths impact the hero students so hopefully when they grow up they….feel more inclined to be sympathetic to future villains, instead of actually writing how current society should’ve acknowledged our marginalized characters and through enough help these people could be rehabilitated into a better society. Like the point of emphasizing this entire time how this new generation of hero’s, Izuku especially, are better than the hero’s before them and are going to right past wrongs should be shown in the characters actually doing that… not just hoping they will. Like because these characters are dead there can’t possibly be any justice brought. If they are all truly dead how can we see hero society face their mistakes and work to fix them because nobody else in this universe if going to care about the deaths of these villains besides Izuku, Ochako, and Shoto who knew them personally. It truly feels like he backed out of writing the harder story in favor of just pleasing the majority of fans there’s no other way to spin it.

Also….the way izuku didn’t even reach his goal like bro failed….and not poetically like you can spin it as “he’s just a teenager!!! He can’t be expected to actually succeed at everything!!!” We know. We’ve seen him fail plenty before. Showing us this in the final battle is unsatisfactory. “It’s realistic to show that you can’t save everyone! Not even the good guys can meet their goals it wouldn’t be realistic .” First of all this is a fantasy story. This is a fictional story written by someone to share a message to his audience. And he failed at showing the message he had built up since the start. Like there’s plenty of times you can show me how the good guys don’t win every battle and I love it but trying to say this at the price of your characters who represent abuse and mistreatment is bad writing and it’s lazy. You can not spin it any other way.

I’m just spur of the moment rambling so if anything I say is incoherent sorry I just genuinely expected so much better.

#mha spoilers #mha 424 #tomura shiragaki #himiko toga #touya todoroki #dabi #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #mind you I’ve never been a LOV stan like many are #but I’ve always recognized and appreciated the unique messages this story was mwking and it never resolved to anything #I’m just shocked truly

[solidssnakeass]

kojimas istp and intp character duos are on another level from ANY other fictional characters in any other media ever i want to shove them all into my mouth

#i watched a friend play death stranding and i just. god i love sam and deadman so much. #i missed them #even if its just episode 1 for now 😔 #anyway. i think the funniest phenomenon re: these duos (sam and deadman and snake and otacon) is that #im ALWAYS like. i think i like the intp marginally better as a character. and then i go insane over the istp. like yeah both good. #but there is just. SOMETHING. ABOUT KOJIMAS PROTAGS. EATS THEM. #ada speaks #their dynamic is always just fucking *BARK BARK* #like they GET each other but its not the same as like. the Unspoken Understanding level #theres a level of communication required #and its so good #this is becoming more and more incoherent. #i just love when duos are both extremely close Very early on and get each other at their cores but also do not get each other at all #like. deadman being the only one who both continually tries to touch sam but also actually remembering that he has touch phobia #and being like. whoops. sorry. ill try to remember (*does it again like 5 mins later*) #i dont even need an example for otasune past 'acquaintances agree. friends argue.' god. godddd. #every time those two bicker i go insane. you are both. SO dumb. please continue.

[aingeal98]

Cass's morality is so good to analyze because of how pure it is. Her goal every night is to do good and stop anyone from dying. It's that pure core that cannot be shaken and then what makes it interesting is that the world is complicated. Systems of justice exist and people have different reactions to the thought of death and killing and Cass's morality is so focused on this clear cut goal that it never goes beyond that scope.

She will let a killer walk because she sees he is horrified and regrets it just as easily as she will leave a serial killer to be locked in jail just as soon as she will break an assassin out of CIA custody because she sees some good in him. The laws and rules of society do not dictate her moral code. She works with them when it's convenient and ignores them when they are not. There is no big picture for her beyond "Nobody dies", everything she does is focused around helping every individual she can. And when she is confronted with something that she cannot ignore or help with it shakes her so badly.

It's a gut punch. It's horrifying. There is no easy solution or answer and her moral code cannot bend every single issue in the world to her will. The systems don't matter (The law sentenced this man to die), but the people do (This woman lost her child and wants the murderer dead).

She goes out the next day and keeps trying anyway. There is no one size fits all approach to justice that everyone will agree on and can fix everything. But she knows the value of life and she has to keep fighting for it regardless.

#I have so much more to yell about Cass and systems of society and their irrelevance to her in contrast to the rest of the family #but i'm trying not to let this become incoherent #dc #dc rambles #cassandra cain #tw gas chamber

[theetwinkleboy]

just. came across this panel and got unexpectedly and wildly emotional about aizawa becoming a dad. because like. he cares about his students, he's shown time and time again that he'll push them and fight for them against villains and the media and he'll go to his last breath to protect them but like. they're hero students and he's their teacher and he's tough and strict because he has to be to keep them alive. but then like--

it's morning and he's doing her hair. he's got the hair ties with the little baubles on them and he's doing her hair and she's been through so much crap and aizawa's never shown being demonstrably affectionate or enthusiastic around her the way that izuku and mirio are but like. he's been her dependable quiet shadow every time she's shown up in the manga so far, and he doesn't have to be strict or tough with her because what she needs isn't someone to teach her how to save others, it's someone that she can trust to be there when she needs, someone she can trust to do her hair with little bauble hair ties in the morning.

#i'm rambling i'm like incoherent #i'm sorry i literally just got to this panel and started? crying?? #it's FINE i have more thoughts but they're all wrapped up in oboro and eri and how they both underwent experimentation that #remade them so much that they can't remember how to want things or like things or smile #and. how both of them are tied so inextricably to aizawa and aizawa doesn't even know about oboro yet at this point #but like. i want those two to meet #and i also want to explore how aizawa's survivor's guilt intersects with this whole mess bc like. #him becoming a dad--like everything else--is in some way tied up in that trauma #i jsut don't have words for it rn #aizawa shouta #eri bnha #tt reads bnha

[michaelectras]

i know i’m very, very late with this but jabel comparing midam to wandavision makes me insane. jabel saying that a midam spinoff would be like early episodes wandavision makes me INSANE and i say that as someone who doesn’t even like wandavision.

like. a cute run-of-the-mill domestic sitcom of michael the homemaker and his doctor husband adam. a whole life, a whole existence created solely as a consequence of michael’s neverending grief at losing adam. losing his chance of ever having a cute domestic life with adam where every day brings with it the challenges of living and being alive. and slowly more characters emerge into this life: his siblings come back, and he makes amends with them; they make friends; they have kids. and none of it is real. because they’re gone, or they never existed in the first place, and that nothing and never is all michael has left.

and grief lets love persist. grief allows love to persist. and grief lets love create a life that never was, and could never be.

#top 10 most incoherent posts #michael is like god in that he can create; but hes not god so none of it is real and none of it will ever be real #and part of him knows and as his world expands it slowly becomes more and more contorted and Wrong #because he hasnt created people. hes created characters. and theyre not real and they can never be real. not the way the love ever was #because all thats left is grief #anyway. hbo girlverse my beloved. #midam #spn michael #adam milligan

[merakiui]

they knew what they were doing.

#meraki mumbles #putting malleus in the egg masterchef #hmm… and he is a dragon fae… #and eggs… #if i continue this thought process i will become even more incoherent T-T #just know that malleus + oviposition thoughts are in my brain hehe

[heymacy]

💛

#hello little stars #i've missed you so #wee update on me: i'm actually doing quite well at the moment #things were a little iffy there for a minute but i'm in a very healthy mental space right now #i feel more like myself than i have in a long time #which is a very welcome thing #unfortunately during the process of obtaining said healthy mental state my shameless hyperfixation abruptly broke into pieces #it isn't that i don't still have love for the show - i do - i just don't feel consumed by it anymore #it doesn't occupy the same space in my brain that it once did #instead that space has been opened up to new interests and ideas and hobbies and yes even the occasional new blorbo #and i will not lie to y'all - it feels good #as to the future of this account i think it's going to become less of a fandom blog and more of a whatever-i-feel-like-posting blog #a scrapbook of my interests where i put stickers of shows and movies i like on the page and scribble my most incoherent thoughts #a personal blog if you will #i'm very grateful for the last three years of my life and all the things + people this show brought to me #but it just isn't IT for me anymore - y'know? #anyway #if you've read this far - i love you #i've missed you #come say hi #i promise i don't bite #also a URL change will probably be coming in the near future so if you're like um who the HELL is that?! it's probably me #blessed be my babies #ily very much

[sentientsky]

no but u don’t understand. i am so ready to edit the s3 aziracrow reunion to hozier’s “francesca”

#the brainrot is so bad that I’m planning shit for like. 2025 #NO BUT LISTEN. LISTEN TO ME. HEAR ME OUT #[i am holding your face between my hands so so so gently. this is the most important messag u will ever receive I swear. (i am lying)] #‘do you think I’d give up / that this might’ve shook the love from me?’ #‘how could you think darlin / I’d scare so easily?’ #LIKE????? DO U SEE WHAT I MEAN??? #every time I write a reunion scene in one of my fics I listen to this exact song on a loop #my thoughts get more and more incoherent the later at night it becomes #good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #aziracrow #aziraphale #go2 #ineffable lovers #ineffable wives #good omens season 2 #good omens s3 #good omens 3 #good omens season 3 #David tennant #gomens 3 #Michael sheen #go3 #hozier

[multiversal-pudding]

Hey listen- I admittedly don’t have a direct source on this, but if I remember right, I think it was said somewhere that Liam took inspiration from the Resident Evil Series for his stuff?

And I double checked- RE8 came out. About the same time Pilot did, so assuming he played it RE 8 would’ve been pretty fresh in his mind during the post pilot rewrites

…So like.

*looks at Uzi Doorman*

*looks at Ethan Winter’s propensity for getting his hand mutilated, the fact he got tortured by cannibal southerners/a cannibal southerner*

*looks at Rose Winter’s thing about her mom having been someone actively involved in experimentation with some weird parasite mold thing that turns people into fucked up zombies/monsters and sometimes comes with strange and unnatural powers and how that later came into play with uh. Her*

*Looks back at Uzi Doorman*

*Looks at some of the later reveals about Ethan and Rose’s natures/their connections to the Parasite Stuff*

*Looks at Rose functionally turning out to be made of Parasite Stuff, Ethan finding out about why his hand kept growing back*

*Looks back at Uzi Doorman*

…Uh oh

#like not saying it’s one to one they’re their own series..es #but also. #heyyy so like. What if somehow Ethan managed to get away with Rose but at a cost #and like. Rose grew up and had a normal life #except then it started becoming more and more clear something was wrong especially as more of her mom’s past came to light #then Rose started having some horrible revelations on why her hand kept growing back #And uh. #Well The Horrors happen and uh #*to the tune of Ymca* MOLD MAN- #murder drones #RE 8 spoilers #murder drones episode 6 spoilers #sorry if this is incoherent I am *very tired-*

[suncaptor]

the thing is that I do think John would in his mind do just about anything for the concept of Sam's life! I don't think that the degree of which John abuses Sam or the way Sam is scapegoated in their family and targeted with that abuse changes it. I don't think the fact that Sam could potentially be something John needs to kill changes the urge to save him. In fact, I have a feeling some of the urge of John's "must find Mary's killer" COMES from the terror that her killer has something planned for Sam.

However, John still. Thinks Sam might need to die one day. And he loves Dean just as much! And I don't mean that John loves Dean more because he isn't the target of the vitriol as much, but it IS clear Dean is safe from whatever demonic influence Sam is under. There is no way John would save Sam over Dean based in this. Dean is safe from someone needing to kill him. Sam's death out of John's hands is in some ways (though John would obviously grieve him and actively does not want it) a relief.

#btw to be clear when i talk about sam being the target of abuse like this i am not trying to compare harm of the overall abusive situation #they were all in at all. i just mean the specific dynamic of actions rather than the impact of neglect & Dean's fear of becoming that target #and peacekeeping #like john took his anger out in sam far more. does not mean theyre not both traumatised not trying to compare there. anyways #i dont know why i feel the need to explain that its obvious but fnnsskka i am not negating Dean's trauma #spn #incoherents #sammy #supernatural #dean #sam winchester #john winchester #john

[lieutenantselnia]

I randomly felt like watching this edit again and ohh ... the feelings😭😭 This video basically carried me through my last semester and final exams at high school, I literally watched it multiple times every day (I swear a couple hundred views are from me alone), on the bus ride to school in the morning, when I got home again, before going to bed, just in between because I felt like it ... Internally I wasn't doing that well at the time, and it just brought me so much comfort. Also I'm pretty sure it plays a significant role in how I fell more and more in love with 2nd Dimension Heinz💕 This edit just means so much to me and I love it so much <3

#actually funny that I dug it out after some time of not watching it just now when the end of my study programme is around the corner #and I'm once again stressed as hell #but who knows maybe it works its magic and I'll ace all projects and exams and such again now #but even with out all that it's just really beautiful <3 #the text makes me think of kind of a darker AU where Heinz being genuinely evil is a bigger plot point and Selina is worried about him #because he's becoming more unpredictable and extreme and she's torn because she wants neither him nor others to be hurt #but she also just loves him too much and feels herself drawn to him more and more and she can't help it😭 #or something like that idk I'm just rambling incoherent stuff here #f/o: 🚂 #2nd dimension doofenshmirtz #Youtube

[seaquestions]

if being on my pc didnt give me headaches nowadays i cld be as powerful as i used to be...... 😵‍💫 oww...

#incoherent turtle noises #its not rly being on a computer but rather. being on it after work. hurtz. like im standing there looking at our ms-dos lookin ass interfac #for 8hrs. right. and its so unstimulating it feels like it shldnt affect me but. im still looking at a screen for hours. so ofc it hurts rn #but i wanna work on my projeeeect!!! the FHL isnt gonna build itself... i started making a powerpoint primer. like ppl do w/ real teams heh #but to do that i have to finish the roster portraits... and the roster itself.... but slide 1 is done.. w/ the core players #im still writing in my free time a lot. nearly 7k now. im so happy w/ myself.... but blake and conor still havent had a real conversation 😅 #i feel like im becoming a normie but im also more of a furry than ever. the trade off for falling out of mech... universe balance.

[sage-the-unwise]

i don't think i talk enough about how much i love rain world? it's genuinely such an impactful piece of art, both for me personally and like, generally. it's not often that my autism tractor beam is fixed upon something so genuinely good, but to this day i feel like i was blessed by some divine hand by encountering that switch release trailer four years ago. there's love in every pixel and every bit of code and it shows so fucking much, and it's not just beautiful, its philosophically rich too... if there was ever a game to call a bonafide work of art its fuckin rain world. no other game i've played was powerful enough to make me a slugcat in real life

#the further along i get with this video essay the more insane i become #sage screams incoherently

[always-a-joyful-note]

You don't know how much I can Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint code Enstars because I could. Because you have a set up where you are basically taking the place of Anzu--a person created simply to be the reader's/player's self-insert. Because the characters all exist to love Anzu while they're going through their own arcs. Because Anzu also exists to love and support the characters by the game's own coding. She is their world and their hope, and the enstars characters are her idols (and I don't just mean that as singers and dancers).

But slowly, I've seen posts and even small summaries of how Anzu starts becoming her own person, small ways apart from the characters. Yes, she's still quiet. Yes, she is almost always a Viewer. Except for the fact that this is a game story, not just a book or novel story. And games are meant to be played...not by the characters but by someone who is watching them but has not created them.

This is how Anzu has more power than a normal reader. This is also how she has less power than a normal reader. The game allows her to exercise power over the characters' lives that a normal reader of a book cannot--she can help along Trickstar, be the behind the scenes producer for a number of the idol groups in the school, doing something to make them shine. But she is always a puppet, controlled by the player. She has a silly personality with a questionable naming sense and determination and hard-headedness to boot...her preferences for the units and who she builds up are always changing according to the player. Her only goal is to make sure her idols shine (what more does a reader want than to see their characters shine?), yet the goal of the Enstars characters is to adore Anzu and make people like her who support them happy (where would the characters be without a reader?)

Like the Oldest Dream, she is the most powerful and weakest god of all. A puppet steered by the fantasies of many, many individuals yet always loved by the characters for "herself."

#okay first of all #orv spoilers #i know this is incoherent and slightly dramatic but FJIASOJEIRWERe #i am honestly OBSESSED with the self-insert aspect of this game #i know this is probably not how self-insert is supposed to work #and i stay far away from self-insert fics cause theyre not my thing #but like....a y/n character as an actual character???? #i latch onto anzu so much like girl i love you. you are yourself. you are me. you are the other people in the fandom who play this game #she really is everything and everyone #please forgive me i know its not that deep but i think it would be so cool of the writers to one day release a story that has an anzu card #where she becomes part of the world.... #that would be both the most hilarious thing and horrifying as well if written right #fandom spamdom #enstars #ensemble stars #stuff i say #seriously tho i keep thinking about it compared to orv #and how people always talk about yjh and kdj as a ship. and how anzu sometimes gets romance-coded words thrown at her #(maybe more in basic but i still need to read the basic stories) #and when you really think about it the relationship between the characters and reader really is like....every kind of love #its a romance that isnt a romance. a family that isnt a family. a friendship that isnt a friendship #you know what i mean? #yeah someone gag me before i start overthinking this i swear i am very normal about this game #okay finally finished this thing in my drafts and im having second thoughts about posting but ah well.... #this game is making me insane i think

[celestialtrolls]

aelynn

#do you know her? #sorry i feel like i'm slowly becoming more and more incoherent over the weeks i just have. a lot of feelings about her #i need to beam her into everyone's minds #goodnight #ooc