#worshippin

[waltwhitmansbeard]

hiiiii, i'm fairly new to CR (it saved my life during the pandemic!!1) and i'm pretty much caught up with everything but my love for vaxleth is off the charts and it's both a blessing and a curse: i love everything about them but there's fewer fics about them than i thought they ought to have. i have gone through ao3 these past few months and read a lot and also saved some for later (including yours!! i want to save it for a cozy day where i need a pick me up). having said all of that i was wondering if you have any recs (preferably of the longer type but ok if not) not just in ao3 but anywhere else as well? and preferably happy endings and some smooching n stuff bc wooooooof. these two got so much angst (i do also love it tho). any smut rec is welcome as well!! AND!!! ALSO!! do you think there's any chance this last ep can reignite the flame so to speak so we can all get more and more fics bc honestly?? i'm obssessed and they deserve it. epic love needs eternal retelling.

well hello! first i wanna say welcome to the fandom, we're all pretty nice but completely feral so watch where you put your hands bc we like to gnaw on things. (i say this like i am not also very new to the fandom; i just looked it up earlier today and my 1-year anniversary is at the end of may.)

when it comes to fic recs, i actually have to admit that i don't read a ton of fics myself (i don't have time, lol). i'll start by saying reading @romeoandjulietyouwish's au posts and drabbles is what got me back into writing fanfiction for the first time since i was a teenager, so i definitely recommend checking her stuff out. @blorbologist is, in my humble opinion, the foremost perc'ahlia expert of the fandom, if that ship also floats your boat. i have started reading her extremely famous one for joy but as i said, i really do not have a lot of time to read these days so i am extremely behind. my friend @ravendruid has recently started dipping her toes into the fic-writing realm, and i've been really loving watching her style develop as she goes, and my irl best friend and platonic life partner @runforyourshield is writing a vaxleth summer camp au called camp cloudtop you should check out! other recs you can find on my blog under the tag #fic rec. also just generally we tend to rb each other a lot so just stalk all of those blogs and you'll find some good stuff.

on ao3, i actually just today read a little three-part vaxleth happy ending style fic called with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair that i really enjoyed, and i've started reading this incredible fic called Heaven Couldn't Shake that AGAIN i started reading and then stopped having time for (!!!!!!!!!!!! i am busy!!!!!!! i am sorry!!!!!) but it is really good and i highly recommend the one chapter that i have read lol.

as for smut, to be perfectly honest, there is a dearth of smut in the vaxleth fandom, and like, i get it, it is extremely common to headcanon keyleth as ace or demisexual, and i don't have a problem with that headcanon at all. but me personally, while i also hc her as demi, i absolutely believe she and vax have fucking incredible sex and i wish i could read more of it (*eyebrow waggle* keep your eyes on the mfl space for future one-shots, jussayin). my recommendation there is to go the keyleth/vax tag on ao3 and filter by E, tbh. (also, don't sleep on vaxlethmore, bc those fics are *chef's kiss*)

(also this isn't vaxleth and idk if you've seen c2 or not but truly one of the hottest fucking fics i have read in my life—and friendo i have read a lot—is this shadowgast fic that truly gave me a nicotine addiction, bc wow)

will c3e51 reignite the fandom's fire for vaxleth? i mean, i can hope so, tho tbh, i'm keeping my hopes low. i know that, generally speaking, more people care for perc'ahlia than vaxleth (which was truly the wildest thing for me to find out when i started interacting w the fandom at large, i assumed everyone would be as fucking feral for vaxleth as i was), so i don't imagine there's gonna be a ton of new people writing them, but hey, maybe the episode will spur some people who haven't watched c1 to go watch, and they'll be the new generation of vaxleth shippers (again, me talking like i'm not the new generation of vaxleth shippers).

i hope i answered all of your questions, and thanks for being part of this community! i hope you find what you're looking for.

#ask #worshippin #critical role

[waloeders]

enver 🤝 ailill: i can make him worse. for my god of course. no other reason!

#jupiter.speaks #👤.ailill #❤️.enver #> like just say u have parental issues that lead to u worshippin big bad gods n get some therapy guys 😭 #> i have decided on how post amnesia they can get on too :3 #> essentially big end of game spoilers here) #> so they team up. gortash dies fightin the netherbrain but ailill brings him back (thinkin oh he can still help! no other reason..) #> n wyll n his dad are like (after the big fight + brain death) well. cuz he died hes technically not archduke anymore :/ #> thems the rules sorry (not sorry)! teehee. good for them! #> n then idk maybe ailill n enver run away to neverwinter or somethin together. neither r chosen anymore so its just them

[galebrainrot2024]

Gale x Tav Enemies to Lovers Part 19

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Full transparency, I did pull some loose lines from a NSFW of mine. No reason for me to totally reinvent the wheel! Enjoy :) Gale's POV

After the rest of their companions retired, Karlach tentatively walked over to Gale and stuck her head in his room, “Pst,” she waved a hand. “Up for a little late night walk about?” 

Despite his exhaustion and because the orb didn’t loom over him, he obliged and stood, groaning as he rose to his feet. “Gladly.” 

They walked the outskirts of the inn, trailing along the black water’s edge in silence before Karlach broke the silence. “So…” she said, rubbing the back of her neck, “How are you feeling? I mean, now that you’re not the only one facing the possibility of death.” 

Gale released a quick, short puff of air. “Oh, you know, ever the optimist.” He paused, sitting on the flat rocks overlooking the murky abyss. “I wouldn’t wish this fate on anyone, least of all you. It would be selfish to talk about myself when you’ve only learned of your fate.” 

Karlach laughed and shoved his shoulder, “Come off it, mate. I’ve been living on borrowed time and we both knew it, the difference is now it’s been confirmed. It’s not speculation anymore. This engine is going to blow and I’ll be damned if I step foot back in the hells. Besides,” she said, tossing a stick into the lake, “what have I got to offer this world? You were a chosen, an archmage… you have so much to live for and your death is not inevitable.” She looked at him seriously, “You have to reconsider.” 

“I’m just a man,” Gale frowned, running a hand over his weary face, “An imperfect one, with needs, wants, and flaws by the bushel. A fragile vessel in which to place potentially world-ending power.” 

Karlach groaned and stood to pace. “I hate it when you talk about yourself like that. Mystra must have done quite the number on you, for you to think so little of yourself.” 

Gale fiddled with his collar and sleeves, uncomfortable and unaccustomed to such blatant vulnerability. “Well, it’s hard to think highly of yourself once you’ve been reduced to a pitiful excuse to the person you once were. And even more so now that my ex-lover, and goddness of magic, has more or less signed my fate. My end.” 

“You have so much to live for,” Karlach expressed, waving her arms. “What about your friends? Tara? Your mother? Tav?” Gale ignored her when she emphasized Tav’s name and he swallowed hard. “Fine, ignore whatever is going on between Tav and you. What about the rest? If I were in your shoes, there’s no way I’d be willing to kill myself for a God like her.” 

Gale felt his temperature rise and clenched his fists, “It’s not that simple.” 

“Isn’t it?” She walked back and forth, emphasizing her point with broad strokes, “First, she casts you out with no explanation - I mean, yeah, you meddled in a Goddesses affairs, and she could have at least told you what you’d done. Has she ever told you, the source of the orb’s power I mean?” Gale shook his head and bit the insides of his cheek. “Exactly. So, we don’t even know what this thing is and she, an omnipotent being, couldn’t be bothered to offer you the grace of an explanation? You’re not the first human to make such an error, I’d reckon.” 

Gale laughed and shrugged, “Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps I ought to be angrier… ah… ultimately, it was my fault, my choice - my folly. I thought I knew better than a Goddess… I sought to return one, infinitesimal diamond to her crown. The equivalent of pouring a canteen of water into the Chionthar.” He scoffed, shaking his head, “Sacrificing myself for the rest of the realm feels like adequate punishment.” 

Karlach groaned again, “I won’t sit here and listen to you kick yourself while you’re down, mate. It’s too damn depressing. You made a mistake - a foolish one - and a mistake all the same. If Mystra can’t think of another way to extend her forgiveness other than for you to take your own life, she’s not Goddess worth worshipping. We will find another way.” 

“Maybe you should take your own advice,” Gale volleyed back to her. She smirked and threw a fistful of grass at him. 

“Hey!” He brushed the leaves from his person, the tension leaving him. She certainly knew how to change his mood. “I don’t appreciate being decorated in this shadowed muck, thank you. Shouldn’t I be the one asking you how you’re feeling anyway? How did this become about me?” 

She bellowed, raising her hands to the sky like a penitent. “This is the best day. The best day.” 

Gale balked, his eyes widening. “Karlach. You were just given a death sentence. The best day?” He rose a brow at her, skeptical. 

“You should know better than most how lonely it’s been to not be able to relish in anyone’s company. For years I’ve been starved of the simple pleasures of being alive. I’m so happy for me - in fact, I might be the happiest woman on the sword cost since I may have someone to cuddle up to tomorrow night…” Gale grinned to match her curled smirk. “I didn’t expect to see him here. He was giving me the old eye, right? I’m not making that up?” 

Gale stood and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, “He was most definitely giving you the old eye. I’m happy for you, Karlach. Really I am. I.. I would be remiss if I didn’t tell you how worried I am, though. Dammon’s right - the world is better with you in it.” 

“Listen,” she clasped his shoulders, looking at him seriously, “I’m never going back. If you said I could die right now or live a thousand years in the Hells, I’d choose to go out now with my freedom intact. I don’t expect anyone to understand that - but I’ve been dealt a hand most people don’t have to contemplate playing. You have, too - you should know better than anyone.” 

“It doesn’t have to be forever,” he insisted, “it could give some time to find a proper solution. I have a hard time believing it can’t be managed.” 

“You heard Dammon. There is no solution. It’s hell, or bust. I choose bust.” She shook her head and sighed, stepping away from him to look out at the endless blanketed sky. Her voice quavered, “I don’t want to talk about this now. I’ve been given a huge gift. I can touch people I love for the first time in a decade. And for the first time in a decade there are people I care about all around me. Let me enjoy that, please. I just want to celebrate this. At least for a little.” Gale understood the sentiment deeply and allowed the quiet night to consume them. 

*** 

“Answer me true,” Jaheira said, placing her hands on the table. “Do not lie. The parasite is changing you, isn’t it?” 

Gale stood behind Tav, observing carefully as she navigated the conversation. He was intrigued by her couth and furtiveness, how she leveraged her tone, her word choice, all while holding her cards tightly to her chest. As the days passed, Gale began to recognize how much he admired this in Tav. How they’d been faced with countless dangers, incredible odds, and she rarely faltered in her conviction. It was inspiring and arousing. He was enamored with how diplomatic she was, how tactful, just how cunning… and her talent with magic… it was enough to make him feel unhinged. 

“Well,” Tav said, tracing her finger over the rim of the glass she refused. “I’ve experienced so much since the crash. Who’s to say it’s the tadpole that changed me?” 

Jaheira sneered and Shadowheart giggled, earning her an elbow jab from Karlach who was listening intently. “You speak frivolously. Do you not grasp the cost of what we’re dealing with? Look around you… good people, stranded here two feet in the grave. If we’re to survive I have no choice but to trust you. Can I?” 

“Trust doesn’t matter -“ Tav said cooly and Gale felt his stomach knot, her confidence was electric. “I’ll get the job done. What happened to being the godsend you’d been praying for?” He felt his lips curl into a crooked grin, and ran his fingers through his hair as he watched her, two snakes in an elaborate dance. 

“That was a public display of hope, despite private reservations. I have every reason to be cautious. I’ve traced people like you - people with parasites in their brains. The cult is spreading through the city. Quietly. Quickly. With unsettling deliberation. We tracked them to this ancient village, only to be faced with a man we killed and buried over a century ago. General Kethric Thorm. Remember that name.” 

After speaking with Jaheira, the group made a b-line towards the stair to seek out Isobel’s protection - if they were to venture to Moonrise, they’d need much more than crude torches. Gale was seized with the gravity of it all - how much larger than them this was. Larger than just the tadpoles. It was bleak, and he felt a sinking dread that detonating the orb would be the way. 

He felt a lithe hand on his shoulder and turned his head as they lingered outside of Isobel’s room. “There will be another way,” Tav murmured and gave his upper arm a reassuring squeeze. He felt sick, overwhelmed by her touch, overwhelmed by the possibilities before him. Gale sought to ignore the creeping thoughts, the unholy things he wanted to do to her each time she touched him.

There was no ale, no potion, no feeling on earth that quite compared to when he looked into her eyes or when she touched him.

Her gaze lingered and Gale felt exposed, naked almost as she peered into his soul, as if she was probing the deepest recesses of his mind. As if she could hear his thoughts. 

“How can you be so sure…” he whispered, averting her eyes. He was shocked when he felt her fingers brush his jaw, her gentle grip turning his face to meet hers. 

“Because I know you, and I know myself. Neither of us do particularly well when we are told what we cannot do.” They held one another’s gaze for what felt like a millennia before Shadowheart cleared her throat. 

“As much as I hate to interrupt this precious moment, we have a cult to ambush, remember?” 

They blushed and separated like oil and water. “Right,” Tav said in a strained whisper and they swung open the doors. 

“I didn’t realize I had an audience -“ Isobel said, her white hair iridescent in the shadow's light. “The true soul who’s going to save us all. Pleased to meet you.” 

“Word travels fast.” Tav said, crossing her arms. 

��Hm… it’s a small inn. It’s almost too good to believe. Free from the Absolute’s influence, yet able to walk among cultists... yet, a blessing all the same. Let me guess, Jaheira sent you to beg a protection spell of her favorite cleric.” 

As Isobel manipulated the blue light that projected from her palm, Gale cocked a brow at Shadowheart’s scoff. Bold, to openly denounce someone who was offering their guidance and help. Selunite cleric or not, he’d thought her more clever than that. Old wounds die hard, he supposed. 

“This should help get you closer to the towers… but there are places it won’t help, where the curse is too strong, darker. The cultists are able to traverse the deepest shadows - the harpers are trying to figure it out.” 

“Selunite magic.” Shadowheart scoffed and shook her head, as if to rid herself of the spell. “Dark Lady forgive me.” 

“Good nose - like a nasty little terrier.” Isobel quipped, a clip that would have earned a nasty retort from Shadowheart had there not been a strange, threatening noise that engulfed them.

Gale felt a rumbling, as if the ground itself threatened to split open. He reached out, grabbing hold of Tav’s arm. “Something is wrong.”

** 

As Karlach wiped Marcus’s blood from her axe, Gale wiped his face with a cloth. Shadowheart brushed off her armor and rolled her shoulder’s back. “Well. There’s always something, isn’t there.” 

“The plot thickens,” Karlach said, taking a gulp of water. “What I’d give for some precedented, run of the mill ass-whopping. This all feels… I don’t know. Too heavy.” Gale’s brow furrowed - it wasn’t often she admitted to feeling overwhelmed.  

“This is the same Karlach that fought in the Blood War?” Gale taunted, to which she stuck out her tongue in mock defiance and tossed the bloodied, balled-up cloth at him. 

Gale dodged the throw, holding out his arms as if to say 'See that? This Wizard still has some tricks up his sleeve.' Then, he looked steadily at Tav and his face contorted for a moment - was that a flash of jealousy? He licked his lips, trying to add moisture to his desperately parched mouth. Tav’s knuckles were white as they gripped her canteen.

Gale extended a hand to her, “Care to share?” 

He admired how her skin flushed, the beads of sweat pooling on her forehead and snaked in miniature rivulets down her cheeks. When she handed him the canteen, her fingers brushed against his knowingly and he felt electrified. Before he could reconcile with himself, the words spilled out of him like a bad batch of Hundur sauce. 

“You know… it’s quite thrilling, to fight off such grim creatures as this region throws at us. Especially being at your side,” he paused for a moment, embarrassed yet unable to stop, “I once… read a book that explained in some detail the effect a brush with danger has on one’s desire for… other forms of stimulation.” He swallowed some water, though it did little to alleviate the desert inside, “Have you ever read anything on that subject?” 

He was acutely conscious of the gleeful shock on Shadowheart and Karlach’s faces. He bit down on the inside of his lip and swayed a bit on his feet before relief consumed him as Tav spoke: “Read it?” she said softly, but with a knowing glint in her eyes that made Gale’s heart flutter, “I could have written the damn thing...” he saw her swallow hard, the hallow of her neck calling out to him like a siren song. What he would give to flick his tongue along the vulnerable skin.  

Gale cleared his throat, shifting to conceal his growing arousal. Thank the gods he was wearing a loose robe.”Oh…” he took a deep breath, a lopsided grin betraying his wanton need, “Then might I suggest we pool our knowledge. No sense in letting valuable, first hand experience go to waste.” He tried to steady himself as his mind whirled with salacious details, the lustful heat seeping through his body and soul. He wanted more than her physical body. He wanted all of her - her mind, her soul. To bond with her in a tantric, unworldly experience. “Perhaps it’s just the thrill of our near-undead experience talking, but standing at your side through such darkness and disrepair...my Gods..” Gale’s face softened, his voice cool. He couldn’t quite manage the rest once he realized he saw the same hunger, the ache in her soul.

The words lodged in his throat, unable to be uttered and so they lingered invisibly in the air: it only makes me want you more. 

He wasn't able to spare himself further embarrassment. “Gale - did you just,” Shadowheart broke the silence, “I’m sorry, did you just tell Tav you wanted to have sex with her by citing a book?” Shadowheart giggled, though not out of malice. "After we just murdered a teeming host of winged horrors and a mangled, freaky-cultist? I didn't think you had it in you, to be honest."

The way Karlach began to crack up made his ears burn. The air seemed to crackle, alive and whipping with the impending storm of two bodies desperate to intertwine. Gale and Tav were side by side, he staring down into her enrapturing eyes and allowed himself to indulge in every inch of her face, her body…

Karlach started: “So, Tav, are you going to let the wizard ba-“ 

But before she could finish her sentiment, Jaheira bounded up the stairs, accosting them and Isobel. The conversation would have to wait. 

#gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 brainrot #gale x tav #god gale #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #bg3 gale fic #bg3 gale x tav fanfiction #bg3 angst fic #bg3 enemies to lovers #bg3 gale x tav #bg3 fanart #gale fanfiction #gale smut #baldurs gate gale #shadowheart

[dabisbratz]

Gojo loves dumbification, he loves making his little boy go so dumb on his big cock that he is nothing but a mess, Gojo wants to get his boy so dumb that the only words that come out of his mouth are “please” and his name ofc

Gojo also has a thing for power play, he loves how strong he is (god complex) he jus randomly pins his boy down and fucks him so hard that baby boy cannot walk for days

Part of me would like to also imagine he has a daddy kink!! Idk why!!! Just all that money and his urge to spoil his boy jus!!!!

uhmmm yea he loveloveloves airheads!!! cause they make him feel so strong n smart n jus…. powerful. dumb boys who don’t think too much or question his authority… dumb boys who look real pretty on their knees worshippin him!!!

toru is a big sucker for nicknames… honey, sweetheart, love… drives him crazy. but if you pull out the daddy card…. oh boy!! i think s’the power n responsibility that comes with the name!! like… his boy relies on him. his boy comes to him for anythin he needs… he makes the decisions n he knows what’s right!! so of course he’s gonna like the title!!

so pair that with an emptyheaded prettyboy (you!!) n he’s jus… on cloud 9. lil giggles n flutterin lashes n boyish charm?? yeah he’s all over you, teasin you n makin fun of you if/when you don’t get it, askin you hard questions while he’s fuckin you stupid!! tellin you to stick out your tongue so you drool all over yourself n make yourself look dumber ꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝<꒱ྀི

#𐂯 ! ⊹ 𝓉𝑜𝓎𝒷𝑜𝓍 — ᵎᵎ ₊˚

[teecupangel]

An idea I have but don't want to write - Minerva sees Desmond sacrifice himself and feeling somewhat guilty, she broadcasts who desmond is and what he has done into the minds of every human on earth - in doing so also spilling the beans on the Isu and the Juno, and also assassins and Templars. Every single human being now knows that Desmond Miles died to save the world. A stereo is panicking. The assassins are freaking out. JUNO is freaking out. Religions are freaking out. And also new ones featuring Desmond start being made.

Minerva just going:

I get it. I have a lot of ideas I don’t wanna write too. We write what we want and what makes us happy. Sometimes, the ideas we have are just ‘hey, you know what would be awesome/fucked up’ but at the same time we’re like ‘hhhmm… yeah.. not gonna write that…’ Sometimes, ideas just remain ideas in the end and that’s okay.

Okay, but on a more serious note, this has soooo many things that could go wrong. Like, Minerva’s pretty much going “fuck it, I’m already dead by this point, it’s no longer my problem!” and screwed up everybody in the process.

Let’s not even focus on Desmond yet.

By blowing the lid on what the Isus were, Minerva had effectively hit a deadly blow to every religious organization in the world. Not only that, the scientific world would be scrambling as everything they know to be true about the world must be scrutinized now that they know that there was an ancient civilization before them.

Then there are those drenched in power and those who desire power.

Politicians, terrorists, CEOs of corporations that control the world, etc…

They would be scrambling to get ahold of these POEs because they would be a source of power that they do not have but crave.

And now we get to the shit that comes to light because of Desmond…

The Templars and Assassins.

The Templars have it harder. Soooo much harder.

They’re Abstergo. Their deeds have been broadcast which included Desmond’s abduction, forcing him to relive his ancestors’ life, toying with his feelings using Lucy Stillman and…

Oh yeah.

The Great Purge gets uncovered too because Desmond hears about it and there are journalists and conspiracy theorists that smelled blood in the water and they’re definitely eating everything they can.

The Assassins are panicking but they’re fine, all things considered. They’re used to hiding. Rebecca, Shaun, and Bill are the only ones whose faces everyone knows right now (also Desmond’s mom, I guess?). But the rest can still stay in the shadow.

And now…

The world is shifting.

Religions featuring Desmond as a messiah and even a god (the one true god, the god of humans, not the false gods of the Isus) are popping up and they’re making things... actually easier for the Assassins.

Because they all have the same thing in common.

They wear white hoods.

Some wear hoodies.

Others go for the whole white robes that are pretty much monk robes.

So now the Assassins have an easy way to blend in.

It’s like they’re retreading the path walked by the Levantine Brotherhood during the Third Crusades.

But this time, it is the cults and religions worshipping Desmond Miles that are sweeping the world.

Shaun, Rebecca, and Bill knew that Desmond would have hated this.

He had sacrificed himself so that the world would not treat him as a god.

So that his deeds and words wouldn’t be twisted into fanaticism.

But, in the end, that was what was happening.

The religion and cults are joining together, creating a large religious organization that places Desmond as the one true god (although some say that he is a human turned god, others say he is a reincarnated god). Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton are even getting added to the 'doctrines', being called prophets and saints. Some sect even consider them Desmond the god taken human form. Haytham, if he is even added, is more divisive with many sects calling him a false Prophet while others call him a Fallen Prophet.

This religious organization marks every other religion as worshipping false gods and it doesn’t help that Juno has shown herself, protected by her own cult or whatever bullshit those nutbags call themselves (the Instruments of the First Bitch or whatever). Juno is showing a very bad image of the old gods and that’s only making everything so much worse.

And that is how…

The Holy Wars begin anew.

#i saw this and my brain went 'hey you know what would be so fucked up' #holy wars man #it's an interesting plot #but man it'll be heavy #and dark #i mean holy wars is the logical conclusion #thanks to the isus #maybe this will end in the world finally coming together #or a much screwed up idea would be that it ends the way ac3's 'desmond becomes god' idea was implied to end #only this time #the father of understanding is desmond #the religion of desmond becomes the next templars #ngl the desmond religion reminds me a lot of the kira worshippers XD #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot

[justlucygraybaird]

Do you like Maude's cat?

I’m an animal person - and somehow they tend to draw near me, such as my snake friends. But the cats are all worshippin’ Maude Ivory like the rare mornin’ sun. We get together just fine, but I think they sense that I’m more of a reptile ‘n bird person. Not wantin’ ‘em to hurt ‘r catch ‘em.

But from what I’ve heard, Butter did look out for me while I was layin’ sick in bed. So, we’re gettin’ closer each day. I love the kittens even if they crowd the floor ‘n scratched my guitar (that actually made me cry, so now I keep it on the loft..)

#lucy gray baird rp #lucy gray answers

[southern-god1]

Captain Confederate is GOD!!

“Damn straight, Yant. Now, come worship your god. I won’t hurt ya…long as ya do a good job.”

“You can do a good job worshippin me, can’t ya, lil Yankee? You said I’m yer god and let’s face it, I deserve to be worshipped by Yankees like you.”

#ask #southern avengers

[chronicbeans]

Welcome Home Master List (part 2)

Puppeteer AU Story:

Restoration Project AU Story:

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home au #welcome home x reader #wally darling #wally darling x reader

[cloudculmination]

Two Dredgen stand at the remains of a smouldering settlement. Carcasses strewn around and festering with the chewing bite of sorrowful weapons.

One of them broke the loud silence. "What happens with hope leaves? Just look at the Fallen and Riis. Just look at this..." He throws his arms up - disdainful of his, and his partner's actions.

"You fall into despair.."

He slowly and methodically peels off an outer layer of spineless armor, his gauntlets. He discards them on the ground. He doesn't even notice.

He begins to re-enter what was once a small town.

"The only way to get out is to crawl out of that pit of hell you sauntered proudly into, then.. Is to become the shit people walk on."

He unfastens his gloves and his chestplate, discarding those too. They fall unceremoniously.

"If not you'll just rot down there. I'd know."

The man sighs, and pauses to roll his shoulders, back facing his companion. A bad move, yes, but he could care less for his life. This opening was calculated.

"I've rotted outside and inside of Sol millions and millions of times before my Ghost could drag me back to the unliving."

He resumed the shedding of his uniform, unlocking the clasps of his mask and letting it drop onto the pile with a muffled rattle.

"So hear me now." His voice trembled with... something.

Not fear alone, but moreso... rage.

It seemed to burn hot into the penumbra of their encounter. His face did not need to be seen for this.

"In existence, if you want something? This is what it means to truly "take". You find what you need and rip it offa the poor sunovabitch..." He violently kicks a lump of mud. It was mixed with soot and blood. The coagulated mess was sent flying easily over 50 feet.

"Even if that sunovabitch is a baby and what you're takin' is candy." His shoulders tremble for a second, his breaths sounding controlled but his body almost heaving.

The volume of the soliloquy seems to be increasing. The man is loud and does not care. The other Dredgen is the only other around for approximately five miles.

"Their tears ain't your own here. In that moment. You wanted the candy? Con-fucking-gratulations. Enjoy it, savor it, because —" The man sucks in a sharp bitter breath, ripping off the remainder of his equipment, leaving him in tattered under armour.

"...Who knows. Maybe that same kid will show up one day and blast your brains out. I believe that's how it works."

Dredgen Hope is no longer present. The thing standing there, shudders almost bare, breaths hissing and shuddering in rage and pain and realization.

"If I learned anything about being a Shadow, it's.. that the only thing that take and don't give is lady death, brother."

He beats at his chest twice with a tightly held fist.

"But if you ain't ready for that unseen sister?..." He seems to slowly deflate, exhaustion catching up. Yet he slowly begins his slow walk away.

"You better fight or... just fuckin' get it over with, bust y'Ghost, and then yourself."

He staggers, reels and spits out some gunk and blood which was stuck in his trachea.

"It ain't right for ones such as us to feel guilt, huh? But remember what you were. And look at you now. If there's anything you should guilt and pity about... it should be your damn self."

Despair words. 'Better out than in.' An echo of a Ghostly spark encourages. The man walks in hope, a bit taller. 'I'm proud of you.'

"For fellas who like the Hive and are s'pposed t'be worshippin'? Y'all got the wrong fuckin' idea..."

Is the man instilling hope? Like another infection? Is he telling the other to go off himself literally? Is he just saying shit? It doesn't matter because the one saying these words doesn't know himself. He just keeps walking. He doesn't care if the other follows or not. Hell! He probably wouldn't fucking care if the other attempted to kill him or stop him.

He has no weapons but his words.

"I ain't waitin' on you no more. You either comin' or goin'. M'goin' to be a dead man walkin' some place else."

His words have power. It's why he seldom talks. But he thinks. He thinks this, with the Ghostly gossamer overshielding his mind;

Until the flash-fire of crazed burning-time -

Nips the roses at the bud -

Until the last flame dies -

And all words have been spoken -

A revel in mystery of a half-life -

Not yet discovered -

Another promise to be taken or left behind -

"Until next time, ol'friend."

His words can end gifts.

(He does not speak again for a long time. His Ghost helps with this.)

#writing #destiny 2 #faux grimoire #dredgen hope #destiny the game #shin malphur #zyre orsa #the drifter #the drifter destiny #dredgen vale

[softnviolent]

boys look better on their knees

Naked

Tied

Worshippin a dom girl

Worshipping anyone really!

#but yes you’re right #thanks nonny

[worshippin]

It’s not unusual for her to watch him as he flies away– always away–, into the dark storm and dodging lightning. A bright purple strike of a lightning bolt cuts the sky, then the air and land beneath.

She feels it all, the static, the buzzing of electricity. But he’s too far away to touch. He’s too far away to hear her prayers; and far too focused on his task to realize she can feel him flying, through every raindrop, every breeze.

Keyleth usually wakes up abruptly, with black feathers under her pillows and sharp thuds on the window. This time, however, he flies around and then floats closer as he suddenly turns from a murder of ravens into a pale-skinned half-elf, a curious look of recognition on his face.

Her chest aches and she gasps as she’s caught there, reaching for him with her whole soul just as he reached for her through the decades, sending her flocks of black birds (well, mostly ravens) to simultaneously haunt and brighten her every waking moment.

“Vax?” She calls out, her voice hoarse like the echoes she hears are different versions of herself screaming and singing  his name.

He doesn’t answer, though he stays there, unmoving, the puzzled expression never leaving his face.

“Vax, can you hear me?”

She holds a hand against her chest, realizing her own heavy breathing. The storm gets heavier. 

“I hope you can hear me,” she adds in a hushed tone. Her face is wet, but she holds onto the fire she carries inside to keep talking, keep seeing him. “I hope you remember… I still haven’t forgotten. You promised me Zephrah. ”

There’s a spark of something for a brief moment, a glint in his eye for a fraction of a second and Keyleth’s entire body fills with hope. But then it flickers, and a mask covers Vax’ildan’s beautiful face, inky dark mist spilling from the slits where the eyes sit as it turns white.

It’s not his voice she hears when the figure speaks. [[MORE]]

“It is not yet your time, child.” 

Pure fury rises inside her as she answers without thinking, “I made the last being who called me that regret it. Were you not there to catch her soul?”

Suddenly, the mask rushes in her direction and stops inches from her face, triplicating in size, imposing with the rest of its form revealing: the long dark veils, pointy hands, swirls of magical threads.

Vax remains at a distance; untouchable.

“You are trespassing, Tempest,” the Matron says, her voice somehow gentle and echoing. “It is not yet your time.”

Keyleth tries to take a deep breath. The raindrops are now suspended in the air, halfway through falling, and she can no longer smell petrichor. Maybe it’s why she feels repulsion and not hatred: she is a druid, after all, one who not only worships but is the elements and life itself and here is the presence of her antithesis, plain death and no rebirth.

“No, it’s not,” she says, voice cracking. “I know that.”

The masked figure leans down, its massive form still towering over her and still growing, trying to encompass the horizon.

“But here you are nonetheless.”

“I can’t help it. I won’t ever stop dreaming of him.”

There’s a pause.

“Careful, Archdruid. You may yet live for a very long time, but you are not actually immortal. Do not disrespect me.”

Keyleth frowns in confusion.

Vax, still out of reach, takes a step closer. And immediately gets pulled back by an invisible force. He shifts, from raven feathers to floating pools of blood to the sharp sound of knives clashing to cloaked humanoid to naked angelic omen and over and over and over again. 

Keyleth forces herself to see and in her mind’s eye it shows itself: a singular thread of pulsating light pulled taught, more evident than the sea of threads all around him, connecting Vax’ildan to something far beyond. Like a ley line or a bridge rope or a leash .

She breathes in and out. 

So it is not just a dream.

“I respect you, Matron,” she affirms, doing her best to ignore the massive masked head nearly blocking her vision now. She keeps her gaze on Vax in the distance, back to shifting from mist to feathers to person-shaped, moving through time and space, occasionally searching her eyes and faintly grinning. “But I can’t pretend to believe to be beneath you. You were once a mortal too so maybe I understand your loneliness, since the other gods probably have their qualms with you.”

"If you wish to honor me… and him," the Matron interrupts, roiling smoke and loose bright strings more clearly pulsating around her now. "You shall leave this place, Tempest, and seek to never return until fate makes it so."

Keyleth clenches her jaw, her heart beating loud in her chest and something boiling around it, spreading through her body like rage. Her fury has no place in Exandria and all the planes together wouldn't be able to contain it. It's been so long and she's still so goddamn angry , so deeply wounded. How dare– ? How cruel .

She holds her hand to her chest in a fist.

Fate.

The word reverberates inside her heart as she doesn't look away from Vax. Her hand opens like a flower blossoming, reaching for the sun.

Fate…

“No," she says, voice stern and composed, as she feels herself tremble not out of fear but as a testament to her control, to her power and her prowess. "I can't do that. It’s been many long years. He won't stop visiting me. So I won't stop reaching back."

The storm starts over, big raindrops falling and twirling in the harsh wind. It nourishes the soil, sprouts roots and vines and trees, tall as mountains, flowers and fruit luscious and ripe. This is not a dream, yet it flows through Keyleth like anything in nature does.

Vax tries to take a step forward once more, but he’s still so, so far away. Still so beautiful, and frozen in time like her. 

Keyleth feels flames licking up her shoulders, her head, the side of her face, her eyes. At her feet the rich wet earth dries and cracks and a pillar grows to propel her upwards, closer to the deity. She hovers in dissipating fog, under the brightest moonlight of Catha with the red hue of Ruidus on her back. 

"I hope you understand that I really do respect you, goddess," she continues. "But I can only treat you as an equal, because…”

Facing the Matron of Death but watching the lost love of her life, feeling in her element perhaps more than she's ever felt, Keyleth promises:

“Because it’s as an equal that I will take back what you stole.”

#critical role #vax'ildan #keyleth #vaxleth #cr fic #cr fanfic #otp: kiki x vax #i know kiki is a lvl 20 archdruid but i think she should be allowed to have an extra level of barbarian. as a little treat #im obssessed about the thought of vax being free and kiki saving him you dont understand. #but this is also not gonna go the way you think it is #my fic #cr1 spoilers #cr1 #cr3 #bc solstice #kudos & comments appreciated btw lets be unhinged together <3

[melis-writes]

Sonny being a tit man and absolutely going feral for Victoria’s big tits

I guess we’ve all decided Sonny is very much a tits man, huh? 🥵🥵 Suits him well. This prompt was something else… 😈

“God,” Sonny breathes, his hands squeezing over both of your breasts as he hungrily buries his face inbetween them. “Is there any fuckin’ part of you that isn’t perfect?”

“S-Sonny,” you whine—your hands lost in his curls as you tug on them insistently.

“Mmm…” Sonny plants sloppy, full mouthed kisses over both of your nipples before giving your breasts a harsh squeeze. “You know I could keep this up all day. I’m obsessed with every part of you, fuck.”

“Oh my God—” Your voice shakes as Sonny looks up at you, maintaining eye contact as he flicks the tip of his tongue over your hardened sore nipple over and over again, licking up any excess milk that you lactated from his squeezing.

“Like that, huh?” Sonny breathes hotly over your breast, massaging the other with his free hand.

From feeling Sonny’s rock hard erection slowly grinding over your clit through the fabric of your panties plus the euphoric sensation of Sonny’s tongue licking and sucking over your nipples already begins to build another orgasm deep inside of you.

“Y-yes, yes, more… Y-yeah, lick it like that. More…” You pant, watching as Sonny’s free hand works to rub his thumb over your nipple in circular motions, applying just the right amount of pressure as you practically writhe from pleasure underneath him.

Sonny places his entire mouth over your nipple, sucking and licking before giving your other breast a harsh smack, causing you to whimper.

“Oh, fuck!” You cry out, pushing down on Sonny’s head and only desiring more.

Sonny pulls back—a string of spit following from the mess he’s made over your nipple to his mouth. “Beautiful fuckin’ tits. You want me to fuck them for you, huh?”

“Please,” you push your breasts together, nodding at him.

Sonny chuckles, grabbing the half empty bottle of massage oil off the night table next to the two of you before carelessly tossing the lid off and pouring the warm oil all over your breasts. “Yeah, baby, spread them all over. Get those tits lubed up for me.”

Doing as he says, you smear as much of the massage oil as you can over your breasts, in-between and all around them—coating them generously under your hands and fingers practically glide with ease over them.

“This is all I wanna see,” Sonny chuckles, throwing the empty bottle onto the ground as he roams his hands over your breasts.

“Said I’m worshippin’ every inch of you, didn’t I, baby?” Sonny steals a sloppy kiss from your mouth.

“They’re all yours,” you breathe back. “Yours to fuck and do whatever you want to them.”

“Good girl,” Sonny grins back wryly, positioning his cock inbetween your breasts. “And when I’m done, I’m gonna cum on that pretty little face of yours—see how much you can catch in your mouth and swallow.”

“Do it.” You giggle back, squeezing your breasts around Sonny’s cock and beginning to slick them up and down around his shaft. "Yes, yes, yes..."

#godfather au #sonny corleone x reader #sonny corleone #santino corleone #sonny corleone x reader smut #sonny corleone x oc #sonny corleone smut #smut prompts #victonny #moth to flame fic #moth to flame fanfic #moth to flame au #godfather x reader #godfather smut #not canon

[greatbritishsimchallenge]

“Err, excuse me, could you noisy pillocks keep it down? Some of us are tryin’ t‘ave a quiet drink out ‘ere.”

In unison, the group cried, “Graceyyyy!”

Gracelyn laughed as William nearly knocked her over in his attempt to hug her.

“Bloody hell, alright, calm down. We were all on the farm together like three hours ago -”

“No, no, Gracey,” William slurred, hugging Gracelyn even tighter “You don’understand, I just love you so mush - "

“Feck, ‘ow much you lot let ‘im drink?”

“Gracey - no, Gracey - I lobe - love - you so much - if it wasn’t for you, none of this would have happened. I was just a liddle, a liddle liddle lost boy and you saved me, Gracey. And now, NOW? Now, The best thing ever has happened.”

“Yeah, I’m a bloody saviour - the Brotherhood should be worshippin’ me instead,” Gracelyn replied sarcastically, “Anyway, if your news is that great, wait a minute to tell me. Swithy will be in in a minute - she went to order me n’her some pints. She bet we’d be several drinks behind you lot, and she was right. Speaking of which -”

Gracelyn grabbed a drink off the table and downed it in one.

“Wheeeyyyyyy!” the group cheered.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell, you can hear you lairy-arse shitfaced pricks all the way from the Bramblewood!”

“SWITHYYYYYY!” the group cried in unison.

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#ts4 historical #s4 history challenge #s4 historical #ts4 history challenge #sims 4 historical #sims 4 history challenge #ts4 legacy #s4 legacy #sims 4 legacy

[fuzzydreamin]

What The Companions Say About... The Children of Atom!

I'm posting these just because I find the companions in-game reactions to things rather interesting. You might be surprised by what some of them have to say about certain things.

These are just their dialogues for during combat and after combat or walking through areas inhabited by this enemy type. It does not include anything from specific areas, quests, or other dialogue.

⌨ Ada

⌨: I fail to see the logic in worshipping something that is clearly hazardous to your health. ⌨: These Children of Atom would certainly provide a fascinating subject for psychological research. ⌨: It's astonishing that the Children of Atom possess an uncanny immunity to radiation. ⌨: I wonder if these people are misunderstood or simply out of their minds? ⌨: Ma'am, we may want to see if these people possess any useful gamma-based technology.

☘ Cait

☘: These bastards are out of their mind. ☘: Worshippin' radiation. These nobs are a crazy lot. ☘: Don't even try and reason with these lunatics. Dyin' is all they need to understand. ☘: {Sarcastic} Whoever this Atom guy is, he sounds like a real piece of work. ☘: Better keep that Rad Away handy unless you wanna start coughin' up blood.

⚙ Codsworth

⚙: Nutjob sighted! ⚙: Watch out for their radiation guns!

⚙: {tsk, tsk - a sad fact} Children of Atom they call themselves. What terrible blasphemy. ⚙: These "Children of Atom" are terribly misguided. ⚙: {light hearted bravado} A right shame the looney bins have all closed down. ⚙: {jolly bravado/ Confident} My circuits are impervious to radiation. Feel free to stand behind me, mum. ⚙: {Concerned} Hope you have RadAway with you, mum.

⚕ Curie

⚕: These Children. They are very odd, yes? ⚕: So these Children of Atom worship radiation? Would not the sun be a more appropriate focus for their adorations? ⚕: I think these Children should seek psychiatric attention. ⚕: The Children's willing exposure to radiation makes them fascinating specimens. ⚕: Someone should tell the Children about the dangers of radiation, I think.

♞ Danse

♞: {This is an affront to you on multiple levels.} Humans that worship radiation? I don't even know where to begin… ♞: {Proud} Whoever this "Atom" is, I bet he's no match for the might of the Brotherhood. ♞: Keep that RadAway at the ready. You're going to need it. ♞: The Children of Atom are nothing but a cult filled with lowlife scum.

🕶 Deacon

🕶: All the comforts of a cult without leaving your irradiated crater. Join the Children of Atom. 🕶: Why would anyone ever join the Children? That's what I want to know. 🕶: Capital Wasteland. Exports: purified water, some decent tech, oh, and an insane suicidal cult that worships radiation. Thanks, guys. 🕶: I always feel unclean killing those Atom guys. That's probably just the radiation poisoning talking, though. 🕶: Great more Children of Atom.

☣ Hancock

☣: {Neutral} You know I like rads, too, but you don't see me killin' folks over 'em. ☣: {Amused} Never was one for cults myself. Too organised for my taste. ☣: {Neutral} The Children of Atom tried to recruit folks from Goodneighbor once. And only once. ☣: {Amused} Hmm. Nice area, plenty of rads. If it weren't for the nut jobs, this'd be my kinda place. ☣: {Concerned} I'd keep your RadAway handy round these folks.

☸ Longfellow

☸: {Disdain} Bunch of nut jobs, worshippin' radiation like that. ☸: {Disdain} I've seen some crazy folk in my years, but there ain't none crazier than the Children of Atom. ☸: {Disdain} There's no talkin' sense to this lot. They've gone off the deep end. ☸: {Disdain} Can't fathom it… why would someone pretend to believe in somethin' that ain't real?

⨁ MacCready

⨁: Why the hell would you worship radiation? Makes no sense. ⨁: I met plenty of weirdos in my day, but these bozos are off the scale. ⨁: If any of this makes sense to you, I don't even want to know about it. ⨁: Talk about delusional… these freaks think that the Great War was a holy event. ⨁: Don't even bother trying to talk to any of these psychopaths.

♥ Nick

♥: {Stern} Someone needs to put these children to bed. ♥: {Neutral} Hope you took your Rad-X. ♥: {Neutral} Never understood cults. I guess some folks just prefer being told what to do. ♥: {Neutral} Probably safe to assume these folks were looney before the rads.

✉ Piper

✉: {Pity / Neutral} If there were ever people more in need of the truth… ✉: {Neutral} Let's not linger, all right? I'm worried my teeth might start falling out. ✉: {Neutral} Worshipping the atom doesn't seem so crazy when you realise what it's capable of… wait, no, I hear it now. That did sound crazy. ✉: {Question} You got enough RadAway to share? ✉: {Neutral} Poor brainwashed dolts. Wish they'd listen to reason.

☀ Preston

☀: Those guys make raiders seem pleasant. ☀: They didn't seem to be in a talking mood. ☀: How do they get new members if they kill everyone they meet? ☀: Worshipping radiation… that's straight up crazy. ☀: I think those cultists are beyond reasoning with.

☢ Strong

☢: Some humans like glow. ☢: All humans sound same when they die. ☢: These humans not have milk of human kindness. ☢: Strong kill these humans.

☾ X6-88

☾: {Cocky} Nothing I love more than airing out these deranged lunatics. ☾: {Irritated} Hope you've got some meds for radiation poisoning. ☾: {Disdain} Why the hell anyone would worship radiation is beyond me. ☾: Spend too much time around these psychotics, and your skin will fall off. ☾: {Disdain} There's not a shred of humanity left in these fanatics.

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My Notes:

I do wonder how much of the Childrens' radiation resistance is simply down to those without it having already died or ghoulified. A bias result of sorts.

Cait confirms that coughing up blood is a symptom of radiation poisoning in the fallout world.

"My circuits are impervious to radiation." That's not how electronics and radiation works. How is this possible, Codsworth? I get you don't have skin to fall off or blood to spit, but that shit would still do some damage to the internals.

Danse. I don't think the Brotherhood can take on literal gods. Especially ones who may actually be real...

Also the "This is an affront to you on multiple levels." note, once again hinting at Danse's teeny little religious leanings.

"Too organised for my taste." makes me chuckle. The only cult Hancock needs is that of Dionysus.

"The Children of Atom tried to recruit folks from Goodneighbor once. And only once." Damn, you give em the Allan Lee treatment?

"I met plenty of weirdos in my day, but these bozos are off the scale." ... Some might say... the geiger scale? ... I'll see myself out.

"How do they get new members if they kill everyone they meet?" Great question! I have the same one for raiders though. And Gunners. And everything else in this game. I assume they're at least a little nicer in lore. They can't all be imports from the friendler southern cults.

Also, Preston, your list of things you dislike more than raiders grows quite a bit. For the anti-raider guy they sure aren't at the top of your list.

Strong thinks raiders and Gunners might have the milk, but not Children.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 dialogue #children of atom #eldritch #<- just my tag for fallouts weirder stuff like cults #fuzzy.post

[shallowseeker]

writing patterns!

tagged by @satinsolace

rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Dean is a zombie. Every evening, he wanders. Bare feet slap against hardwood, ankle ligaments straining as he struggles to stay upright. Sam watches him take the same well-worn path from the Men of Letters library to the archive room. Miracle trails dutifully behind, nose to the ground, pausing now and again to assess his balance. (Truth & Despair) //

When Marta-the-post-office-lady calls Dean, it’s because their Jack is the only Jack she knows in Lebanon (population 196), and a letter addressed to him had arrived direct-to-PO. Sam listens in as Marta's voice drones on speakerphone, over-concerned about the runes scratched into the front of the envelope. “It’s got pink devil symbols on it, Dean—from someone named Harper Sayles. Sounds dangerous if you ask me. Did you know my grandson’s newest girlfriend thinks Ouija boards are sexy? You’ve got to chase little witches like that away. Devil worshippin’ isn’t some harmless Instagram trend!” Marta has no idea how right she is. (Hopeless romantic) //

The minute Dean makes his plea, “—the birds. Cas. You gotta bring him back,” Chuck’s face twists into something ugly, and Sam knows they’ve fucked up. Wham, and Sam is airborne. He sails over the length of the impala and comes down hard and brutal, grating along the asphalt with too much energy to stop, like a stone skipping over lake water. (For your crimes against the most high) //

The percussion that hits the hillside rattles his house so hard, Bobby Singer is sure an airplane's crashed. (Golden calf) //

I cheated cause these aren't posted. So I only did the ones I'm most excited about.

I tag @payphoneangel!

#games #fun and games #random grabbing things #i'm sleepy and not feeling very inspired im sorry

[mindlesswicker]

Is hypnosis only for girls because I sometimes feel a bit weird listening to hypnosis, it just feels really weird and I'm not sure if it's supposed to, and I'm not sure if it will work on me.....do i wanna risk becoming a cock hungr- well yknow.... Or is the brainwashing not that effective like im fictional hypnosis?

I'll start by saying I am new, and what I'm about to tell you might not be true -- er, in the latter half. This first half goes without saying! Hypnosis can be for everyone! In fact, Soundgasm has several content creators who do genderless, and masculine, content! Plus there's tons of people on here who identify as male, enby, and even genderflux, who don't get a kick out of listen to all the femme-based content. They also make great content! The reason it might feel like you're seeing femme content a lot may have to do with just following blogs like me who primarily post content for femme identifying folks! ♡ So if you're struggling, hunt around. Check follower lists! Explore blogs that the blogs you already follow reblog from! You may find there's tons of male and enby identifying tists, subjects, and even people who are just excited to see this content! ♡ Here's two people to start with here on Tumblr: @jukeboxemcsa writes a lot of prose for all gender identities! @consensualdomination does a lot of context for mixed genders! To answer your second question, as a person who is pretty new: Hypnosis is mostly fantasy play as far as all of the stuff we're doing here on Tumblr goes. You don't magically get drawn under like in cartoons. For most people, the act of practicing it is what catches them. Anticipation, eagerness, and an enjoyment of being in the moment are the things that make it work so well for us, which is why it's important to remember you never have to do anything you don't want to do!!! In fact, you're likely going to be pulled out of the scene in the moment in most cases, and you should always, doms, remind your subjects that their eagerness is why it works. And to remind them consent is everything, and nothing they don't like will effect them! (In fact, consensualdomination? Has a whole SCRIPT on this if you're looking for a fun protective measure, and most of the quality blogs here do constant reminders to help you remember that at the end of the day, what you want out of it is all you get out of it, and nothing more! ♡ This isn't to say some things like the bambi files and fierce repetition like in churches or the military doesn't have an impact. Studies show the more we are exposed to content, and the more we see it over and over, the more we grow to accept it -- and sometimes, grow to include it as a part of our lifestyles. Always be careful with repetition! Buuuuut as far as a majority of the content you'll read here? You have to read a lot of it, and listening to inductions that contain praising the Big D? is not going to change you into a D worshippin' bimbo overnight. :) I will finally say I'm not an expert! I'm pretty new to this on all fronts! But I encourage folks to please reblog this if you have more info, so we can help this kind person out!!

#thanks for asking! I wish I knew more!