#yada yada we become what we joke we are

[ghost-likes-drawing]

Thinking about Roier promising to look for Cellbit if he ever disappears and not giving up on finding him to the point it made him a target of the federation.

Thinking about Pac joking he wouldn't look for Fit if he disappeared and then he didn't look for him at all. He is asleep because he's sad and not looking

#qsmp #qsmp fandom #qsmp Roier #qsmp cellbit #qsmp pactw #qsmp fitmc #guapoduo #hideduo #spiderbit #fitpac #yada yada we become what we joke we are

[careful-wish]

I know that Eddie had to die bc plot reasons yada yada

But they could have done that in season 5. We had so many deaths deaths in 4 (tho Max did end up living). The stakes are higher in season 5 and having a beloved character die halfway through would have had such an emotional impact

But also Eddie and Argyle not being included in season 5 with the other older kids feel like a joke, especially Argyle.

Nancy is the only one of the older teens (now young adults) to have a real close friendship with someone (Barb). Could probably argue Eddie too bc of Gareth, Jeff, and that other guy in Hellfire but they're younger than him so Idk how long they've been friends or how close they actually are.

In s4, though it's through super unlikely circumstances, Eddie does develop friendships with Steve, Nancy, and Robin. Probably, he already has had some interaction with Robin and Jonathan in the past due to the fact all three were considered weirdos or freaks (Jonathan was The School Freak(tm)) but he had no interaction with Jonathan this season.

Jonathan after being apart from Nancy for a few months then meets Argyle and they become pretty close mates, weed aside. Jonathan finally has someone he can talk to and open up to, and you can tell Argyle genuinely does care for Jonathan and is a LITERAL ride-or-die for him.

Why, WHY did they take Eddie and Argyle away? Yeah, we get the monster-hunting trio back in s5 along with Robin and Vickie in the group, but why'd they take Argyle away? He is also wanted by the government and knows everything. We're just going back to Jonathan having no friends, Nancy really having to confront what happened to Barb, and only Steve having a best mate? Why does Steve get to keep his best friend and Jonathan doesn't?

Also, the group would have been a little bigger than the Party but the dynamics and just absolute chaos would have been amazing.

Steve realising he is absolutely outnumbered by nerds and that he is not the leader, that role goes to Nancy and her babygurl Jonathan.

Vickie being introduced in a group that has several very loud ppl (Steve, Argyle, Robin), joins them immediately and Jonathan goes insane bc the four chatter like kookaburras at three am.

Nancy insisting they need to be discreet and Argyle explaining that while yeah, having an all black van would be cool but bad guys have those too and they would blend in better with a pizza van bc "Who would question the pizza man, Wheeler?"

Eddie secretly having tons of respect for Jonathan and nearly falls over himself trying to make up for the fact he tried to push another guy at Jonathan's girlfriend. Also develops similar respect for Nancy and feels guilty after seeing how happy Nancy is with Jonathan, and also realising it was never his, Robin, Steve, or anyone else's decision what Nancy does or who she wants to be with, it's all her.

Vickie learning about everything but still not knowing the kids very well and fellow newcomer Argyle is like "Idk about the others but Little Byers and Wheelie-boy are good, and of course our amazing super-powered little friend"

Steve discreetly being a terrible wingman for Robin without accidentally outing her. She comes out to Nancy first, then Argyle on accident after they have a weed sesh ("You're good, Batman's sidekick, boobies are great"), and of course ends up with Vickie.

Mike being the one of the Party Vickie ends up bonding with the most, mainly so they can make fun of Steve together but also other reasons

Anyway, we were robbed of these seven chaos nerds being a group together.

And if Eddie were to die halfway through, the turmoil. Dies similar to s4, Dustin is there, but it not only affects Dustin and Hellfire, but the other six he'd started becoming close with.

#i should just write a fic shouldn't i #stranger things #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #jonathan byers #robin buckley #eddie munson #argyle stranger things #vickie stranger things #jancy #stoncy #steddie #rockie #rovickie #robin x vickie

[darkbluekies]

Jerry asks #1

Next one

Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3 Warnings: yandere

Ok I must know how would jerry react if her s/o got a cat name tom so when the day comes her s/o just goes tom, jerry get over here

She'd want to smack you in the back of the neck. She has had enough of your 'funny pranks'.

"You think you're really funny, don't you?" she'd mutter with her arms crossed. "Such a clever litte thing, aren't you? Rename the cat or get rid of it. As long as you look at me as a joke, baby, I will treat you like one. Deal?"

If you laughed, you'd get the sternest gaze right back at you.

just read cat & mouse and wow I’m officially a Jerry simp

Good, me too >:)

In the Silas V Jerry debate it's Jerry 1000000% I love a hot murderous woman! Will we see more of her?

Hahahah same, jerry is the best<3333 there will 100% be more with Jerry!!

I wonder… what would happen if Jerry ever became the boss? Is Silas her boss or are they from two different mafias?

The only reason why Jerry isn't the boss is because if she was, she'd have so much more work to do. She's lazy and wants to drink. But if she was the boss, she'd get her gang in so much trouble because she's not having a consequense thinking. She'll do what she wants and deal with the trouble later.

I haven't specified if Silas is her boss, that's up for you to interpret ;)

I love Jerry so much! I was actually scrolling through some reels on YouTube and come across a "Sigma Girl" reel by CRAZY GREAPA that for some reason reminded me so much of how I imagine Jerry in my head when I read your writing. Specifically this one: https://youtu.be/C-G_pHgQE3g I thought I'd share it with you just cause lol

omg yes i've seen her!!! i really like her lmao. She's a bit to the image I see her as too!!

Okay so we see jerry with the talkative and affectionate reader but what about everyone else? Like how would they react when reader goes from super affectionate to absolutely 0% snuggle

She'll be confused about your sudden change, but will try to give you what you need. If you suddenly want her gone, she'll move away but don't you worry, she will be back soon. She hasn't had enough and if you think that you can control Jerry then you're wrong.

"I left you alone for ten minutes. Ten minutes are a lot of time. Open your arms now so I can hug you, i'm not asking."

Sorry to bother but in the ask where reader becomes quiet and unaffectionate you mentioned jerry being wrong, do you mean as in she knows she was wrong to treat reader in that way?

asks it's referring to

Yes, she feels bad about it, but won't admit it. She'll try to shift the blame to you, saying that "You shouldn't have annoyed me" and "it's not my fault I snapped" but deep inside she knows she shouldn't ever shout at you. She loves to hear you talk about everything and nothing at the same time. She has too much of an ego to apologize.

I need more jerry content 😭😭Imagine when jerry kidnaps her s/o the s/o decided to be smart and play along with her for a couple of years. The trust is built and yada yada yada. And then one day jerry comes home and see that s/o is gone. At first she wouldn’t think anything of it bc she has trust in them but then realizes (pretty quickly) that they aren’t coming back…Also, Jerry s/o and Silas s/o play dates?

Poor Jerry. She doesn't get stressed-stressed often, but when she realises that you're actually gone, she'll be scared. But don't worry, she won't waste time, she'll go out look for you.

and yes, playdates for days.

I want jerry to suffocate me😁😁

same :,)

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere mafia #yandere oc x you #female yandere #yandere scenarios

[bricklover92]

Hello there! Welcome to my wallter askblog/roleplay blog!

In this post I will discuss rules, info, and lore for this blog

Please go under the cut for everything!

Thank you!

Info:

The person running this blog is @bulblorts I use she/her

This blog is based off of an au that I'm making with a friend they friend knows about this blog and is fine with this

Wallter in this blog is genderfluid and uses he/she/they

She doesn't have any specific sexuality

They're in his mid 40s-early 50s

This blog probably will have dark jokes/themes at some point

Tags I use for these posts:

Answers and tea- answers to the questions asked pretty self explanatory

Wallter rambles- random crap that I think would be funny for wallter to say

Ooc post- when bulblorts herself is talking which is right now hi!!

Rules:

Please for the love of christ Do. Not. Be. Sexual. I'm a minor and it makes me very uncomfortable when strangers say stuff like that to me

Basic dni (racists transphobes proshippers etc.) Also if you have a problem with lesboys or any unconventional identity please stay away you are not welcome here!

I'm pretty much fine with all ships with wallter (except for gnarpy or split) go wild

Don't send asks that have little or nothing to do with regretevator or wallter as a character (ex: an ask like "water" or "I like bread" is not allowed) it just clogs up the ask box and isn't really fun

Lore:

Now for the fun part let's gooo

Wallter before being consumed by grey stuff was a human (Korean if you want his race for some reason)

One day she somehow discovered the regretevator and got stuck inside of its neverending loop and forgot their life before the regretevator

They met mark one day yada yada flash forward a few years and now they've adopted a kid (NOT LAMPERT.) And wallters got a pretty bad grey stuff addiction

Wallters hair started falling out his skin turned gray and cracked and she hasn't been eating

It took a month for wallter to become what they are now one month full of pain

ANYWAY skip a few more years they have another kid who is also not lampert blah blah blah then boom divorce wallter gets concrete mark gets woody

Skip about like 15 years and here we are now! With absolutely regretting his life

Thank you for reading if you have anymore questions about the lore and wallts past then please feel free to send an ask about it I'd be really happy to answer them!

With love -bulblorts

#regretavator #regretevator #regretevator wallter #wallter #regretevator ask blog #regretevator rp blog #ooc post #wallter rambles #answers and tea

[berrychanx]

Quick TL they're all talking at the same time at how wonderful Aoyama-kun as become, he's a really strong, powerful character yada yada they never expected it And that its amazing how much Aoyama-kun has changed and is standing his ground I don't think that's the same Aoyama anymore (kish) XD Tart still is a cute character since he was introduced....Kish on the other hand ...has gone throw some big changes, Pie VA says he's worried about Kish Kish - IKR? His been suffering a lot, one time after another, but him and everyone else will overcome this tough times, after all they have each other Kish VA prooceds to make a joke how they're lord ("Aoyama) is weak and he's gonna overthrown him cause he's so much stronger

 Pie - yeah sure, that's why you're covered in scars later in the ep

 Kish - HEY HEY WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT I gotta keep my tsundere personality after all l but i know how you 2 LOVE me and CARE for me Kish comments how Pie isn't the type of guy to talk much and is only interest in collection Data, Pie VA laughs and agrees, Tart comments that at least he always gives his 100% in things he does and that's what matters Kish saying what's he ever gonna do with that much data, seems like he's just collecting for the sake of it, what a boring guy. If he was a normal person Pie would probably work as A DATA COLLECTOR on some company! He's married to numbers Is your body made of DATA? YOU CAN'T GO WRONG WITH DATA AND NUMBERS They all proceed to say how cute Tart is and how cute TaruPurin are together They all proceed to say how cute Tart is and how cute TaruPurin are together And that Tart VA totally sees them as a couple, despite how much Tart says he hates her, but he began changing when she gave him candy ... and he was thrilled at how sweet it was What about Pie? Pie hmm...... he ain'0t got time for that XD he's only interested on how to defeat the mew mews Hmmm yeah....everyone's fighting for their own reason, exactly, and PIE IS FIGHTING TO COLLECT DATA (laughs) They comment how crazy Kish is for Ichigo and Kish VA replies that LOVE MAKES YOU DO CRAZY THING!! Ichigo's man is really something...... kinda scary......He had a scaring aura ... If that happened in real life he would scared as hell

#tokyo mew mew #mew mew #mew mew powe #tokyo mew mew new

[the-sinful-voice-witch]

I was still pouting about how a show from CN got to have a crossover with Sonic and it wasn't the Powerpuff girls 😤 when suddenly some wonderful marvelous fantastic news popped up!🥳Evil has been defeated! That disgusting PPG live action project is officially CANCELLED 👏🎊🎉THANK GOD😮‍💨 after the gross bullshit garbage vomit 2016 cursed reboot 🤢🤮 I had enough of seeing my girls been tarnished like that, but you know what?

One good thing came of that abomination and that is that our god creator Craig McCracken decided to make a proper reboot by his own professional hands!🥰 A ppg reboot with continuity with begining and ending! You did it so well with kid cosmic so we are putting all our hopes and dreams on you Craig! I'm putting my faith on you don't fail me!😖🙏(If the crossover with sonic happens I'll be very thankful and blessed too🥺🙏 maybe I'm asking too much but if it happened with Ok ko why not?)I'm guessing he saw the 2016 reboot and his heart was broken, his eyes bleed, were set on fire and fell off his face, then he understood that's how all us fans felt and he decided to try heal our souls.

So, to celebrate I'm going to give my analysis of the original Powerpuff girls and my reasons to love them:

BLOSSOM: The nice leather girl: She is like the least favorite in popular polls, but i think she is just really misunderstood, most people don't get the appealing of her character when it comes to her flaws, come on guys be honest do you really want a character perfect without a flaw? NOPE because THEN she would actually be an obnoxious Mary Sue, so let's check those said flaws: she is a proudfull "miss know-it-all perfect", she is smug and arrogant, a tattleteller, bossy, envious, hypocrite, nagging yada yada. Ok first yes, she wants at all costs to be a perfect girl, is a personal achievement and she works hard for it and usually with her good plans, good results and good grades and be praised for being polite she gets her way so she feels pride out of it and that's why she is smug and arrogant and the appeal of this is that she actually is far from being perfect, we saw her fail a lot and not being right all the time, we see her feeling the consequences of being too proud and stubborn refusing to accept she could be wrong, she is bossy but she isn't an indisputable tyrant ruler, her sisters would and will disobey if they disagree with her and she can't stop them, she has been mean but all the sisters had at some point, we all have been mean at some point but it's not a Princess Morebucks kind of character in general she is very nice, she is kind and polite, she wants to do what she thinks is best and right, she means well even when she is wrong and regrets it if she is wrong, she believes in Justice, she likes to learn and that's why she is so smart and a good strategic leader, also even if she is most of the time confident she has lots of insecurities and in her quest of being the perfect girl she wants to be she becomes a drama queen when she fails big and overreacts badly, she can be clumsy, can lie to cover her ass, she is playful and naughty, she makes jokes and pranks, she has no problem showing love (less intense than bubbles and less shy than buttercup), she always looks at bubbles in a fondly way and even if she fights a lot with buttercup they show mutual sisterly love, she is really a very nice girl. Her biggest fear is failure, that's why she is a miss perfect, it's relatable! I remember the special interview when she got sassy because she was called the smart one and she said she didn't like it because the smart one is the "boring" one and then she goes full jealousy over her sisters (i lost it 😂 when she said: "what makes bubbles the cute one?" "I'm cute! Look at this bow!"), Saying she is smart cute and tough the whole package 😂, all three are the whole package but she stands out for being smart.

BUTTERCUP: The jerk with the golden heart, lot of spice our dear childhood tomboy, a girl who liked to show people who is boss💪😎 and could have the roughest attitude while wearing a dress 👊💅, she was an icon for those tomboy girls or girls who had a tomboy phase in childhood, she was a girl who in general liked "boyish" things and sometimes girl things too, she could do both perfectly: a girly giggle and a war battle scream, i can kick your ass wearing a skirt. Often she was mean or even a bully sometimes towards people or her sisters, the one who gets more often in trouble because she is a hot headed impulsive girl, she isn't very polite, misbehaves, is reckless, is stubborn, she could be insensitive, she gets into fights with her sisters easily and gets carried away with the villains, she doesn't consider herself good at school and gets defensive about it but tries hard to prove she could do good as a leader too, she gets angry easily, she can be greedy, selfish... Yeah all that stuff but damn! She is such a really good girl, the contrast of all that with her other side, her vulnerable side... The way she loves just as intensely as her sisters, how despite not liking being a sap she happily let's her dad give her hugs and kisses, she can be brutal but she can feel an intense guilt for her actions and gets sad and frustrated with herself, how much she works hard to look tough and strong that she ends up being too rough and mean... Don't misunderstand my girl, she also learns from her mistakes, she can be extremely friendly, even if she isn't very trusting she gave people second chances, she has a temper but she isn't grumpy all the time, she always tries to have fun with her sisters and friends, is so obvious how much she loves her family and dear she is so shy... Also she is the one who struggles the most with emotions and is on guard with her feelings but she is the one who first got a crush that made her act sweet, shy and dreamy and got her heart broken 💔, the first thing she did? Hug her sisters, yep she is introduced as someone who doesn't like mushy stuff or being affectionate but like I said she has no problem when her dad gives her love and also buttercup herself gives hugs and even kisses when she is happy enough to forget she is suposed to be too tough to be that sweet. How can you not relate with her at some point? How unfair is that she didn't get a special power, at least you could say she is the one with more stamina when it comes to physical strength, i mean the girl likes to punch giant hunks of meat as a hobby, she works out off duty she absolutely deserves the title of the toughest fighter.

BUBBLES: Here she is! My sweet best girl!🥰 Cute and sweet until you cross her! My personal favorite! I can relate to her because when you have a certain personality or tastes sometimes people doesn't takes you seriously, i mean for example people who is energetic and always looks too happy is often misjudged by others as "stupid" or "clueless" as if you could never be serious and they infantilize you (I've been through that) and also because she is the artistic one.

So if Blossom is the brain 🧠 and Buttercup is the muscle 💪 Bubbles is definitely the heart 🩵 of the team, the glue that keeps them together. It's been said that she doesn't deserve her popularity because the show favors her too much or something, like she doesn't get in trouble for her actions, well aside certain episode I'll say that is mostly untrue, she gets reprimanded for her misbehavior as much as her sisters. Then what else? She is a crybaby, she is too naive, oversensitive, too emotional, coward, an airhead, too childish, too loud and also stupid and spoiled WOW, for starters there's nothing wrong with being naive she just want to see the bright side, her sisters have been deceived as well lots of times, even Blossom, she is sensitive and cries a lot but we see her trying and struggling to be strong too, she doesn't hide her emotions and that will make her better at process her feelings than anyone who hides them, also sensitive or emotional she is no pushover, normally she let's someone else defend her because is not in her nature to jump straight into an argument but if there is no one to defend her she will stand up by herself but when it comes to defend others she won't hesitate, she doesn't like when their sisters argue but she doesn't have any problem fighting them if she is provoked, she can be really sassy and her sassiness is hilarious, she likes to tease too and is mischievous, yes Bubbles can be naughty, she is playful and plays cute on purpose to get her way so she isn't stupid (she has her shining moments), she is also a lot more humble than her sisters since she doesn't describe herself as better than them but just AS good as them (or as strong and as mean) anytime when she gets her strength questioned because of her cuteness and whoever underestimated her will soon regret it, she is scared of the dark or bugs or certain monsters, that doesn't make her a coward that makes her brave because she still confronts them regardless and she is really so extra sometimes 😂😂 is so funny! Also she is the most open and affectionate of the trio! She'll hug everyone and she loves so easily (ok on that i can't relate 🙃) she is also energetic, empathetic and positive honestly... Best sweet girl ever!! She really owns the sugar!

See? Characters full of flaws and virtues!! The magic of a three dimensional character well done is just how relatable they are, this three superpowered little girls are just so human. Every reason to love them! And why they deserve respect if you're going to make a reboot of them... So Craig great cartoon Creator we'll leave it in your hands 🙏🥺

#powerpuff girls #ppg #cartoon network #the powerpuff girls #blossom #bubbles #buttercup #rowdyruff boys #the rowdyruff boys #ppg buttercup #ppg bubbles #ppg blossom #love post

[vanbredevoort]

--- PSA

What REALLY happens to Lydia in Thanedd

Hello! I'm briefly going to explain what happens to Lydia during the Thanedd coup in the books, in a comedic fashion bc if I think about this seriously I might combust internally and not in the fun way. i guarantee you'll laugh once. if you don't, a stick figure artwork of your muse will be given in compensation.

Be warned of: spoilers from thewitcher books (Time of Contempt) / mentions of death, blood and suicide (if that's a trigger for you, please do not read) / constant and i mean an absurd amount of stabbing jokes.

Thanedd has two sides. The 'defenders of the North + their kings' and the 'traitors who allied with Nilfgaard and put pinapple on their pizzas'. They put the traitors in dimeritium shackles, AKA Francesca and Vilgefortz bc he apparently poster boi of betrayal and knightly costumes. SUDDENLY there's a fight, and one of the fighters is Lydia.

The fight stops because Lydia dies. It is IMPLIED that she went van Stabbyvoort and did the thing herself, because daggers are pretty and they're prettier when they're INSIDE UR HEART. Red is a pretty color too. EVEN PRETTIER WHEN IT STAINS THE HALLWAYS AND IT'S YOURS.

Lydia was to give time to Vilgefortz to get resistant to dimeritium, bc he's a mighty powerful god / cutest kinda deranged dictator wannabe, and there's no better way to do so than idk killing yourself.

Why go to such lenghts? Because she loved him like a lot. the book describes her love as 'silent, stubborn and relentless'. She was in love with Vilgefortz, went hearteyes every single time, and that love made her lose stuff in translation, as in:

vil was like 'gimmie time!' lyd went all 'instructions unclear will stab self'

This makes a good show and with good show I mean shit festival, because it was supposed to be all political mambo jambo. No deaths. Triss is like YOOOOOOOOO WHY CORPSE IN MY LIVING ROOM WHO CORPSE OOOOOO FUCKED UP FACE CUTIE NOOOOO.

So Lydia's death forces everyone to take a good look inside their little tiny ugly hearts and go 'yeah we kinda fucked up, didn't we' not because they care about lydia but because, and i might sound repetitive but THE COUP WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DONE WITHOUT KILLING PEOPLE. it was a political affair. a sorceress with a fucking dagger stuck to her tit is not political.

Tissaia blames Philippa. No one wanted any deaths.

LYDIA'S DEATH SETS THINGS IN MOTION. It marks the separation between Tissaia (who ends up killing herself after the fiasco) and Philippa (she literally goes like 'lyd be dead? oh daaaaamn'). it helps vil. it makes tissaia lift the ban on polka dots and using magic there.

Vil, now free because his assistant decided to become a human pin cushion, went to tor lara bc child of the elder blood with the power to bring the armaggedon of evilness and evil looking elves yada yada, and Geralt says GET THIS MAN OUT OF MY LAWN.

Vil is all 'let us go togetherrrrr ♥ we can hold hands while we stop thE PANDEMONIUM OF ICE AND BAD STUFF.exe, she's probably scared let us sing dora the explorer songs together'

And geralt is like 'do you know what's a good idea? let's talk about LYDIA AND DEAD LYDIA. IN THIS THREE HOUR PRESENTATION I WILL EXPLAIN WHY IT IS YOUR FAULT SHE WENT GUESS-I'LL-DIE.PNG'

Bad choice. like really bad choice. like 'i need to heal in brokilon bc i got fucked up real real bad' bad choice. everything was fun and games until he blames vil because of lydia's chest jewerly and accesory. so vil does the sensitive thing and pulls out a baguette and teaches geralt a lesson on humility and baguettes.

lydia is not your average villain power corrupted evil bundle of doom. lydia is a girl who loved too much, and allowed that love to kill her. it's fucking poetic.

#·· shut up vic / OOC #·· PSA #( the witcher books spoilers ) #( tw: suicide ) #( tw: blood ) #( tw: death ) #( human pin cushion is my new favorite nickname for lydia )

[vinbee631]

you know what? ao3 is down and my wips are silently judging me so I'm gonna talk about Patton Sanders and my autistic headcanon for him

yep-

within the fander community, from what I've seen, Logan being autistic is the most common of the headcanons, Remus probably second, which, like, fair. ok? fair.

they both get overstimulated in social situations but Remus gets Louder and Logan shuts down, i see you, ok? I see Logan having comfort objects and Remus having vocal stims I see you!! and i do love these headcanons HOWEVER

Patton. Sanders. ok?

let me explain, hear me out, yada yada, let's fucking go-

if we take the time to closely examine Patton and his responses to social situations (which I did for the most part), there are a Lot of things to take into consideration with this headcanon. for the sake of why not, I am going to be focusing on my strongest arguments i guess? the events in Moving On, SVS, and SVS Redux.

Moving On displays Patton's almost desperation to preserve some of Thomas' fondest memories, to find comfort in the past instead of confronting the present.

oh, what's that? fear of change? fucking yes, write that down write that down !

additionally, going off of the trolley track I just set for myself, there are many, many moments in the series where jokes fly over Patton's head, dismissed because he's the most "innocent" side. yeah, no. more recent events have proved that Patton's emotional knowledge is like through the roof, and he may be silly goofy on purpose sometimes but I'm willing to bet you the exact 26 cents in my jeans pocket that it's the Autism (headcanon) and that the jokes are flying over his head, in a similar way to Logan

social cues are a motherfucker and patton has never agreed to conform to them literally ever, shouting things out in the middle of episodes, saying things that don't make sense to the others but make sense in his brain, etc.

i hate that I don't have specific examples but if you filled in my ramble with specific examples, good!!! you understand what I'm getting at and are helping prove my point, so thanks for that buddy!

ok fuck finally, the other main point I wanted to touch on was Patton's emotional responses in SVS and the Redux. mainly the fact that he's trying so desperately to figure out the morals of this situation, but that is nearly impossible when you're stuck in black-and-white thinking, like he and yeah ok also the other sides too i guess, are. another point towards my goal

basically, the point was, branch out! after I post this I'm gonna stare at a wip that features Patton with the same overwhelming sensory issues I have experienced and continue to experience, along with a moral dilemma also based on myself, as a treat.

and you can too, my friends.

Patton Sanders (handshake emoji cuz i'm writing this on my laptop) Autism

thank you for your time.

(also take with a grain of salt because I'm tired, self-diagnosed with a ton of research i would literally pay you to let me talk about, and this is fueled on nothing but my pure, unabashed, special interest. if there's something I've written that is potentially a super harmful stereotype or borderline offensive to the community, i encourage you to call me out because nobody's perfect but we can become better. have a good day! stay safe, stay informed <3)

#rant #patton sanders #autism #autistic headcanon #sanders sides #sanders sides ramble #having a hectic brain day today #so take this! #kinda hope no one reads this because it's silly but also hope people do because it's silly :)

[ur-local-demon1]

Reagan Ridley and Ron Staedtler

Ron x Reagan shippers, this is your one and only warning to leave right now, because this post is from a sad Breagan shipper who will not hold back when it comes to pointing out everything wrong with our P2 couple.

Now that this is out of the way, let’s get started. In part 2 of Inside Job, we are introduced to Ron Staedtler who will become Reagan’s love interest and future ex. Ron is often driven by his morals, which makes his job a lot harder than it needs to be. On the other hand, Reagan is often driven by her logic. In the season finale, there was a swap. Ron wanted to leave his life behind because it was the most logical thing to do if he wants to live a happy, safe life with Reagan. And while she knows it’s the right thing to do, Reagan still decides to leave, not only because she finally understood her and Ron were never meant to be, but also because she wants to make the world a better place.

Reagan’s goal

Speaking about that, saving the world was also Ron’s goal when he first started working for the Illuminati ten years ago. He says “I believed that behind the chaos, there must be some secret group of geniuses that could save the world, but look at these idiots”. He is indirectly talking about Reagan here (she even admits to it). She wants to change the world but, just like the other shadow companies workers, she got carried away by revenge. Something else I’ve noticed is how Ron doesn’t see how much Reagan’s job means to her. That is revealed in some of the realities we’ve seen where Reagan tries to balance both her work and relationship (ex: the one where she hides her work from Ron) but Ron makes it harder for her/doesn’t understand why she has to prioritize her work over him sometimes. I think this is why Reagan in that reality where she leads a double life, and hides it from Ron, she doesn’t tell him because she came to the same conclusion I did, that he doesn’t understand how much her job means to her. Ron ridicules in front of her the people who have this goal of saving the world, knowing she is part of the people he’s talking about.

Coping Mechanism

I’m 100% owning up to saying that Reagan and Ron’s relationship was on the Chernobyl level of toxic because of this. Reagan and Ron are traumatized, there is no hiding that, and they dealt with it somewhat similarly in their relationship. Neither of them loved the other, they loved the idea of dating/loving each other. Mr. Mothman’s predicted this, they used each other as coping mechanisms and to fix their problems. Ron had enough of this after the halloween party, and Reagan had enough in the Finale. She cared about Ron and didn't want to hurt him or get hurt by him so she let him go.

Symbolism

Their relationship evolved a lot throughout the season. I’m going to talk more about when it changed in Italy. The line “Look at all that natural light! I’ve never seen it on your face before.” could be a metaphor for Ron seeing Reagan in a new light (both positively and negatively). I’m fully aware this line was meant to be a joke since it took place in what seems to be a humoristic scene but you cannot expect a cinematic, audiovisual + English Literature student not to overanalyze the tiniest pixel and insignificant word every two seconds. Anyhow, the “label free couple” get to learn about each other more, like Ron’s guilt about his job and past, religious trauma yada yada. Meanwhile with Reagan, the full extent to how much she can cling onto a coping mechanism. To put it bluntly, Reagan’s worst traits (clingy, hypocritical, self centered, control issues, etc.) are brought to light, and instead of being addressed, those traits just get to flourish even more as her and Ron make it official

How the relationship impacted them

I’ve already briefly talked about how the relationship impacted Reagan. I’m going to elaborate a bit more on her before moving on to Ron and ending this post. All of Reagan’s toxic/bad traits go hand in hand with each other and they were all brought to light when with Ron. I’m once again using the pope episode as an example because it did a really good job of showing all of these traits acting up together at the same time. Reagan needed her relationship with Ron to move to the next level, so she first tried to do something nice (improve his view on work and associate it with positive things) before it all went to shit, aka when she messed with the catholic device to make the process go more quickly and that she gets what she wants. The hypocrisy in all of this is that if someone else, like someone on her team, messed with her invention/mission, whatever, she would’ve had the same reaction as Ron (which would be something along the lines of “what the hell man?!”). 

Now Ron isn’t any better, obviously. He shares some of Reagan’s negative traits. He can be self centered and struggles to put himself in Reagan’s shoes/understand her point of view, all of that mixed with codependency issues on top of the “you should never be in a romantic, serious relationship” cake. And we can see those traits manifest in Project Reboot, where he doesn’t stop to think for a moment that, after ignoring all of Reagan’s texts and knowing that she is obviously worried about them breaking up, he shouldn’t start the conversation with “we should talk”. Fast forward to Appleton, where he suggests to Reagan that they quit their jobs to live a normal life together. Let me rephrase to show you how fucked up this situation is, where he gives Reagan an ultimatum, either leave behind your entire life’s work, your friends and routine so we can hide from the shadow government after erasing out memories so we can live happily ever after. In the real world, someone tells that to me and the only options I have are either calling 911 or taking out a stun gun and pepper spray. If he wants to fry his brains and live a peaceful life far away from the work that traumatized him, that is fine and his choice. It’s like he doesn’t even know Reagan, this man was genuinely asking her “would you want to leave behind everything you love for me?”, Please tell me I’m not the only one who thinks this because oh my god. 

Conclusion

IT SHOULD’VE BEEN BREAGAN

No but more seriously, I recognize that good things stemmed from their relationship, like Reagan’s mood improved, she starts thinking about her own happiness more (Which I chose to believe is why she chose to leave Ron in Appleton), she gets along with Gigi more (I like their friendship, they’re cute), but then again, they were still bad for each other and never meant to be, and I cheered when they broke up, Ron x Reagan shippers pls don’t harass me. I have Ron x Reagan shippers friends/hj. 

#inside job #I liked their dynamic at first but it's still a no from me #everyone missed all the bad parts of their relationship just like they did #oh i know i'm about to get DRAGGED for this one #but I know I'm right so idc #txt #txt heavy

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Screaming (gently) Into The Void Post:

Goodness, I really don't even know where to begin. This last 14 months has been a wild ride for me, as some of you who have followed me for a long time will already know. I never expected any of what has happened to happen, but I have to say that overall I'm really grateful for the opportunity for growth.

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When I left home last September, I was more or less a shambling mess of a human being. I was apathetic, cold, and depressed. I've been bouncing from place to place for my work for the better part of three years now, and it caused my issues to intensify, to the point that in November of 2020 my wife had to drive me to a psychiatric hospital to avert a suicide attempt. It wasn't my most shining moment, but it's the truth. I was prideful at the time, foolishly thinking I could handle what I was going through on my own, and refused continued care. I made excuses of being too busy and yada yada yada, but the truth is I was too scared to face my past.

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I left a few more times between then and September 2021, and I just completely shut down by the time I got to where I am now. After about a month of being here, I knew I couldn't handle it on my own anymore; this job has too many stressors, too many triggers, too much death and pain. I finally went after help. I started therapy and I was so good at it that one of my two therapists said I should go three times a week for a while! Jokes aside, I needed it. Things started to change in me. I started picking up old passions. I felt like I could start to breathe again.

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I became tremendously better at communicating with my wife and our relationship for the first time in a couple of years, really felt like it was going well, despite the distance. But the weight of sin is heavy, and you will always reap what you sow in the end. She expressed to me she needed to explore options outside of our relationship, it hurt, but I understood and gave her the green light to do so; we separated. I'm thousands of miles away and she had no evidence that my changes would be lasting on my return. I can't blame her; she put everything into us for three years while I was so broken and ungiving. My life and traumas had simply finally caught up to me, and the timing was awful; my refusal to do anything about it was worse.

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Things got pretty dark for me again, and my therapist suggested that I find an outlet to express my emotions, so for the first time since I was in high school I started writing poetry. I really didn't know what to do with it, to be honest, but I wanted someone to see it, to try and connect with people. Once again she came in clutch for me and suggested starting a anon blog, and here we are.

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You have all shown me so much love and support as I've been going through this journey of healing and self-discovery, re(dis)covery. I finally feel like I'm me again, something I don't remember how long it's been since I could say. You've messaged me encouraging words; a couple of you have even become some of my closest friends. You've been there for me in lonely and dark moments to lift me up and I just wanted to take a moment to thank each and every one of you from the absolute rock bottom of my heart.

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I start traveling in the next day or so, and I'll be back home in a couple of weeks. I mean, this truly, it's because of you wonderful people that I made it this far; it's because of you that I'm not scared to keep pushing forward. Despite the fact that I'm about to lose contact with my therapist and I'll have to start over with a new one. Despite that, at this point, my marriage is all but over. It's you lovely and beautiful souls that give me some hope, and let me know that

I am not alone.

and hey, neither are you.

BL

#i am not alone #you are not alone #thank you all for how much you support me and lift me up every day #I love you guys. #screaming into the void

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Saw your godrick headcanons and uhh there were DEFINITELY feelings

If you're doing requests, we need a seluvass one where one of his potions doesn't work on the reader, but they pretend that it does, and we do things willingly for the shits and giggles of seeing him 10 mi deep in his own massive ego. Jk jk...unless? Sft/nsft, I just thought this one might be up your alley. Jerkwad guys in big hats, yada yada.

WAIT WHEN DID I POST MY GODRICK HEADCANONS?? I do have them but I honestly can't remember posting them to Tumblr yet? Unless you are talking about screenshots of discord convos I had with my friends about wanting to clip his stupid toenails and also setting him up with an evil jester wife?

Okay, I'd like to preface this by saying that I am a huge fan of creepy asshole characters. I am attracted to both Varré and Godrick. That being said, Seluvis is just not really my thing. Maybe a little too pompous for my tastes?? Or maybe it's the whole being turned into a basement puppet not being my kink? Probably the latter because I once wrote a short smut piece featuring Master Neloth and he is at a similar level of Supreme Prick.

However! I decided to write this anyway as a little challenge. I hope you enjoy! I probably will not write any more smut for him in the future though, sorry.

Also I apologize that it took me so long to get to this, I had major writer’s block.

Warnings: elements of hypno kink, drugging, and dollification, this is consensual but creepy and somewhat sketchy because Seluvis, Seluvis is his own warning, reader insert/tarnished is also somewhat creepy in this, explicit smut 18+ only

Also on AO3

Deep blue with gilded flecks, swirling and twinkling like a tiny captive galaxy…

The contents of the small glass vial mimicked the garb of the man who held it out to you. And much like the man, you knew definitively that there was not a drop of anything wholesome held within.

He may call you a witless dullard, but surely he had to know that you were no idiot, at least not one of that massive caliber. 

You shot him an incredulous look.

“You want me to drink this?” 

Seluvis huffed haughtily as if you had just asked if the Erdtree shown golden. 

“Yes. That is what I requested. You know I am not the type to ask such things in jest.”

You had heard him, and you were well aware he wasn’t exactly the joking sort. However, you were just as aware of what his potions did, you even had helped administer them for Marika's sake. Moreover you were very much aware of his… affinities for these puppets. He had to know that you knew the implications behind his order, and yet he ordered it still. It was brazen, wild, and he sprung it on you as casually as a request to sweep the leaves off the second floor landing.

“And.. why?” You queried. You know there would be no answer that could possibly justify such an outlandish thing, but you could not help but be intrigued.

“Were you not listening? Did I not tell you that I was working on a tincture to captivate even the likes of Lady Ranni? Hmph…Judging from your vacuous expression, you really are going to need me to spell this out for you, aren’t you? Fine. As you know, the special brew I am currently concocting is highly experimental. The theory behind it, flawless as it is, has yet to be tested, perfected. Something of this magnitude, if it were to fail, would spell disaster for us both, you understand. And while I am able to bend mere mortals with ease, I hardly have a demigod at my disposal on which to perform a trial run.”

“So you chose me.”

“Precisely. You are tarnished, lowly and wretched by nature, and yet you also possess three great runes. While you are far from a demigod, you have proven yourself to be much more than run-of-the-mill has-beens that populate these lands. There are simply no other viable candidates.”

“Just to clarify, you are asking me to forsake all the progress I have made and just… willingly become your puppet.”

"Do you think so lowly of me that I’d betray my best asset for the sake of my pride?” he scoffed, “This formulation is only temporary. A simple trial to ensure I am making steps in the correct direction. You shouldn't feel or remember a thing, I assure you."

You were quite frankly shocked that he was asking in the first place. If he really wanted you as his test subject so badly, he could have simply spiked your tea. You almost felt special, in a way. It was almost as if he cared, giving you the choice (or at least the illusion thereof). 

“Why go so far to say you could consider this an honor. It is not often that a simple provincial like yourself gets a chance to make history,” he added, seeming far too convinced of his own words. 

It would be downright foolish to drink it, but hadn’t you become somewhat of a fool for this man already? Learned to enjoy his acidic words, and found an odd sort of comfort in his unsavory tendencies? In a previous life, you had been a perfumer. You were no stranger to the use of odd concoctions to bend and manipulate the senses. As foul a man as he was, he was someone you understood, a kindred spirit in a way, finding meaning through the services he could render and the imposition of control. You knew logically that you should find this morally reprehensible, but you supposed that you were simply as rotten a soul as he. He found solace in his puppets, and you found solace in him.

Oh, and you had witnessed the way he looked at those puppets. How he cooed at them and snuck a gentle caress when no one was looking. As odd as it was, you were somewhat jealous of them. You wouldn't feel or remember a thing. You would awake as if nothing had happened, he promised you. But you knew what would happen in the interim. He would not be able to resist the urge to play with a new toy, even if only temporarily, and the knowledge that he would have done that to you, that which you secretly craved from him, even if unremembered, was enticing, arousing. Up to this point you had been relatively sure that he had little idea of your strange attraction to him, but perhaps he was more socially astute than you gave him credit for. Or perhaps he assumed you would be into him out of pure arrogance. Or perhaps he really did think you were, in fact, that much of an idiot.

Whatever his intuition, you were, despite your better judgment, about to prove him correct.

You hardly even registered yourself allowing the awful little thing to be pressed into your palm, too caught up in the brief brush of his glove against the side of your hand and how loud your pulse was. Could he hear it? Gods, you hoped not. Heaven knows he didn’t need that sort of ego boost. Quickly, before you let your rational mind stop you, you grasped the bottle, uncorked it, and tipped it back in a single swig.

The effects were immediate. Your vision tunneled, your heart thundered, the dizzy blackness bleeding rapidly to dye the fabric of your reality to the uncolor of oblivion, taking everything you were with it. It felt like falling, but softly, floatility, as if the air itself had thickened to cushion your descent. Somewhere far away you could hear Seluvis say something pertaining to your eagerness, about time, about savoring… You could not tell whether it was praise or derision, nor did you care. All that mattered is that his voice was oh so lovely to listen to and that the taste on your tongue indescribably sweet.

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You came to under the turquoise glow of glintstones and the smell of damp earth, old stone, and sorcery. You were still groggy, sight blurred and distorted, slightly disoriented, but the place had a vague familiarity. 

“Ah, finally opened your eyes, have you?”

That was Seluvis’ voice, no mistaking that. You had been in his “tutelage” long enough to recognize the odd combination of soothing tones and portentous condescension even if you were fully asleep. Sure enough, as you willed your eyes to focus the vague dark shape in front of you sharpened into the form of the Perceptor, wearing his usual garb, minus his hat for whatever reason.

“Good. I nearly thought you defective.”

You wanted to point out that he seemed to think that even when you were at full capacity, but your tongue still felt slightly numb and heavy in your mouth and you didn’t trust any of your words to come out as anything but a slurred mess. You wiggled it around a bit, feeling your tastebuds tingle as it awoke from whatever stupor you’d been under. Some sort of flavor lingered, and you wondered if your confusion upon waking was the result of drunkenness, but no, this was sweeter and more comfortable than any spirit could have been. Moreover, why would you be with Seluvis if you had just imbibed. He would surely only dampen any festivities or merriment. The current location was hardly anything like a feasting hall either.

“You simply refused to walk on command. Perhaps I should have expected as much. You always were a willful thing. I had to carry you all the way down here like a damned sack of tubers. You best prove worth the effort.”

Down. Ah. That would make sense. You were underground, which would certainly explain the darkness and dankness. Underground. But not in a cave. No, the walls were deliberate, the angles geometric. Though faint, you caught a whiff of incense. Also, behind the preceptor was a neatly made bed. Underground. Seluvis. Bed. Stone walls. Glintstones. Ah! Yes, you had been here once before. This was the hidden basement where Seluvis stored his puppets. So now you knew the where and the how of your current location, but that only left the more elusive why?

That was answered in mere moments when he kneeled down to your level. His breath was heavy against his mask, and though you could not see them, you felt his eyes on you.

“What a pretty puppet you make…”

Puppet. Oh. That’s right. The potion. It must be finally wearing off. That means… ah. It was as he said, you retained no memory of the events. You didn’t even feel any tactile evidence: your body wholly undisturbed. You were disappointed. But the tenderness in his voice in this moment was still more than worth it, especially as he continued.

“Even a mind as brilliant as mine failed to fully capture how exquisite you’d be under my control. No mere imagining could ever compare.”

Stars above, did you want to melt into that voice. You were just about to lean forward, to nestle into his shoulder to show your appreciation when he stood up suddenly and brushed himself off, seemingly having fallen right back into his regular smug, off putting demeanor.

“Even if you took so long that I even had to begin to disrobe unassisted.”  

Wait, did he say disrobe? But… 

“Rise puppet,” he commanded you. Instinctively, you obeyed. Your mind began to race. 

“Good. Excellent even.” He breathed out, voice full of awe once again. 

Mother of Marika, you hadn’t missed a thing had you. The potion must have briefly knocked you out but he had yet to… and now he was… You felt lightheaded, partially because you had just stood up after being down on the ground for however long, but mostly from the massive hit of adrenaline the realization gave you.

You wanted to grin, but had to stop yourself. You were supposed to be his puppet were you not? Though, you supposed the fact that you almost grinned was evidence enough that you technically weren't. He circled around you, inspecting you like a scavenger ensuring the corpse he was about to feast on would not suddenly awake and bite him. No, you were far too in control of yourself to be a puppet, but if you pretended… if you let him believe you were… The idea felt thrilling, almost as forbidden as the art of puppetry itself. He grabbed your hand, manipulated your fingers and wrist, which you kept limp in his grasp. He hummed approvingly before letting go and stepping back with his hands together, standing poised and proud.

“Now dear, come, remove your master’s mask so he can… inspect you more closely.”

You felt dizzy at his request. Despite being in his proximity for some time, you still had yet to see his face. You could neither hesitate, nor could you be too eager. In this moment, you were his puppet. You were only allowed to see this side of him, to touch him, because he believed it to be so. Thus, it was with calculated precision that you stepped towards him and reached to remove that which hid him from you. Your fingers ran along the sides of his mask reverently, seeking some manner of clasp or strap to undo. Seluvis huffed.

“Just as brainless as always,” he chided. “No matter.” His gloves guided your hand to the top of his mask,  and under the fabric of his hood to a small fastening. Snapping it open, you felt the mask loosen, so lifted it away from his face. It seemed strangely intimate, seeing him for the first time. He was surprisingly handsome: a strong nose and jawline, well groomed facial hair, a harsh and furrowed brow, and eyes the color of ice under starlight. Though he bore deep creases from his age, it somehow only served to make him appear more dignified. It was quite unfair that he looked as much the part of the distinguished sorcerer he claimed to be. He grinned smugly as you did your best to keep your expression neutral, mindless. You wished you could take time to map out his features by touch, but for now you waited, outwardly patient, as he leaned in closer to scrutinize you, taking your chin between his fingers and turning your head however he pleased. It was as demeaning as it was exciting, being handled like this, like an object, but his pleased hum made it worth it. “Good,” he murmured, “very good. What a lovely specimen you are.”

You prayed to no one in particular that he didn’t notice how your face heated up. 

“Mmmm," he continued, "you make such a pretty puppet.” his grip loosened and he instead brushed your cheek fondly. You wished you could lean into his touch without blowing your cover. You wished you could kiss his finger as it swiped over your lip. “I should have known as much. You were always my puppet, were you not? Following me so obediently, even drinking this little potion for me. Perhaps I should have deceived you after all, waited until I could give you the full formulation? Have you forever at my beck and call? My own slayer of demigods, reduced to nothing but a vessel of my will… and my desires…” He buried his face into the crook of his neck, and you could swear he was sniffing you. "All the things I'd do to you…"

By Marika, this should sicken you, but as he groaned openly against you, it was not disgust that stirred in your guts. Fuck. Here, thinking he was alone with an empty doll wearing your skin, he was so openly needy and expressive. He grabbed at your sides and kissed the exposed flesh of your neck without grace. It’s literally everything you’d been hoping for. He was treating you like an object, yes, but a precious one.

His eyes were practically gleaming as he pulled away from you and out of your line of sight. You waited with bated breath for his next command. To your frustration, none came, and you just had to stand there, neck set at an awkward angle as you listened to the shuffling of fabric and mumbled words behind you. He was speaking too lowly for you to catch any more than snippets but what you did overhear…

"...make this quick…” “If only…” “...properly study you…” “...construct a replica…” “...at my beck and call…”

…was mildly horrifying. It also served to stoke your building anticipation so you certainly weren’t complaining.

When his touch returned, it was bare fingertips against the back of your neck. You had to bite your lip to stifle a gasp. He had cold hands, strangely delicate hands. His warm breath following behind was a lovely contrast. He mumbled something as he reached around to your front, undoing the first few buttons of your tunic and grabbing at your chest, gentle at first, then roughly, bony fingers digging into your flesh and kneading with little regard for your own comfort, greedily seeking sensation. Heedless of his selfishness, your body lit up beneath his groping and your nipples hardened under his palms. He made a delighted, self-satisfied sound as he felt it. Knowing that he could not see them from this angle, you rolled your eyes. 

"Your body is so receptive to my touch," he gloated, as if this was all a result of some sort of perceived bedroom prowess and not a bodily reaction that could be achieved just as easily by a particularly cold breeze. Not that you had much room to talk, considering how into this you were, especially as he began to pinch and lightly tug on the erect buds. He buried his face in your hair, and you could definitely hear the distinctive sound of him inhaling. "I can smell your pheromones. You are ripe and ready to be picked, your ravenous little flower starved for its gardener's seed…" You had to bite your tongue to stop from laughing, and even then it was a close thing. Fortunately he was too wrapped up in his strange and wildly inaccurate plant euphemisms to notice the twitches of your chest that you couldn't suppress. Radagon's ass, this man worked at a college. Perhaps that whole coupe was warranted after all. He quickly redeemed himself by pulling you back against him, grinding your ass against his crotch as he dipped the hand not holding you to him down your opened tunic. Seluvis let out a loud and wanton moan as he humped you desperately at this odd, uncomfortable angle. It was shameless, pathetic, and turning you on something fierce in spite of his lack of tact and botanical knowledge. 

“Oh my sweet darling, do you feel what you do to your master? How immeasurably aroused you make him?” Honestly, you didn’t really. There were still too many layers between you to feel any specific evidence. Oh, but you heard it; his voice was practically dripping with it. “I mustn't be too hasty though,” he added, halting his movements and unhanding you. “I must make full use of you while I have you. While you’re mine.” He gave your ass a parting squeeze before retreating once again. More mumbling and the shifting of fabric, then he called for you.

“Come to me. Your master is ready for you to properly service him.” 

Upon his command, you turned around and walked over to a small table that he stood beside. He had removed a few layers of outerwear and set them upon it, evidently unconvinced of your competency in removing them after your fumble with his mask. You were too excited to be offended by this, instead focusing on how much of a difference those layers made. While there was still no skin visible aside from his hands, head, and neck, the absence of the outer robes made his silhouette remarkably less imposing, far more human.

“Now, on your knees,” he instructed and you doubt you could have dropped any quicker if your brain was empty of all thoughts but his instructions. He tilted your head up to look at him and smiled, even going so far as to bite his lip. “Perfect,” he said “You are a rare sort, exquisite in craftsmanship, competent, powerful…”

You’d never heard him talk like that, not to you, not to anyone. You had to admit it felt good. 

“Well, no time to waste,” he said with a sigh, removing his hand. “You exist to serve me, and serve me you will. Your master yearns for your touch, be a dear and undo my trousers for me.”

You reach up to the lacing in front of you. The material of his pants were thick, but not thick enough to hide his excitement. You went slowly, keeping the tremble in your hands to an absolute minimum, focusing on the current task and not what it would lead to.

“Now, take out my member.” Of course he would call it that. You don’t know why you would have expected otherwise. You simply counted your blessings that he didn’t ask you to “polish his sorcerous staff” or something. You slid his smallclothes to the side as best you could and freed him to the open air and your eager scrutiny. It was short but actually quite nice to look at: uncut, with the flushed head just ever so slightly peeking out from his foreskin, which itself was a delicate peachy pink. It was oddly cute, as strange as it felt to apply the adjective to any part of Seluvis.

"Don't be shy, give it a kiss," he urged you and you obeyed. He was warm velvet beneath your lips. He let out one of his long, heady moans that you were already becoming addicted to. “Yes, yesss… now, lick. Top to bottom, nice and slow…” His instructions were easy enough to follow and soon enough you were making do with little more than “Just like that, oh such a lovely thing you are, keep going!” His fingers tangled in your hair as his head fell back in bliss. However, after a few minutes, his patience for the lackadaisical pace wore thin.

“Faster,” he bade you, “use your hands, too. I know they are good for it.” And so you sped up, your hand sliding wetly over his shaft as you licked diligently at everything you could reach. He was already bucking against you by the time he asked you to take him into your mouth. 

“Open wide.” You did and promptly slid in. It was quite the boon that he was not more well endowed, all things considered. You weren’t entirely sure if puppets had gag reflexes, but he fit in your mouth easily enough. “Yes,” he hissed, “Now suck.” You did, and from the sounds he was making, it was evident that he appreciated your prompt adherence to guidelines greatly.

He began to fuck your mouth, slowly at first, but definitely picking up speed, holding your face like a vice as he used you. It was getting frenzied, devolving into reckless thrusting and grunting interspersed with breathless praises, and the occasional invocation of your name. Your eyes watered as your nose was shoved again and again into his trimmed and shampooed pubic hair. Lavender and lilies, sweat and musk. You could tell he was reaching his limit and you were determined to see this out to the end. Unfortunately, something, be it divine intervention or simply his focus slipping too far, decided otherwise. A particularly forceful thrust hit your tongue in such a way that you couldn’t help but choke. Reflexively you pulled back, a coughing, spluttering mess.

Glancing up at him revealed that he wasn’t faring much better. It was as if all the color had drained from him. You’d seen less fear in the eyes of a man looking down the maw of a dragon.

“You're… awake…” he eventually managed, and… abject terror was actually a pretty good look on him. Huh.

You coughed a couple more times before clearing your throat and wiping away some of the saliva on your chin with the back of your hand and offering him a sheepish little smile. 

“It appears I am.” Your attempt at levity did nothing to ease the tension in the air. “If it helps, I have been for a while.”

He turned this information over in his head a few times before masking his still present fear with a scowl.

"And you didn’t think to inform me immediately?! Do you understand how much you could have damaged my progress by withholding this? Hmph! Some assistant you are!"

"Mmm, is that so? Odd, just a handful of minutes ago you were singing my praises.” 

"You! You heard that...” he spluttered. It was by far the least dignified sound he had made thus far, and that was saying something. 

"Yes. In fact, I heard pretty much everything. That potion of yours… well. There’s no nice way to put this. It didn’t work.."

He was blushing now. His face and ears similar in hue to nearly ripe rowa fruit in the springtime. And despite everything, his erection had not waned.

"But you… obeyed."

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Hmm… maybe you were right earlier. Maybe I wanted to be your puppet for a bit. Or maybe I wanted to spy on you and learn your secrets.”

He began to stutter indignantly but you quickly turned his bluster into a drawn out groan by leaning back in and licking a broad stripe up his cock, fluttering your tongue with teasing intent that you guessed no mere puppet taking orders could replicate. 

"Or, maybe, I wanted to see you like this, a slave to your own desires… maybe I wanted to see you lose control for once… my master." His hips twitched forward, dick throbbing against your hand as it dribbled a long string of pre which you lapped up before pulling back. "Hmm I bet you command your puppets to punish you as much as service you, don't you."

"Why you little-!! Hnnnng!!" 

You gripped him tight enough to hurt and by the way he spasmed at the pain, eyes rolling back and mouth agape, it was obvious that he nearly came from that squeeze alone. You eased up on him, simply holding his cock in an unmoving hand, letting him come back down from the edge.

"You said it yourself, master, back when you first offered me a puppet of my own. I'm just like you. And you're just like me. We puppeteers are addicted to control, whether or not we are the ones at the reins." Keeping the hand around his cock steady and still, you began to absentmindedly tug at his sack with the other. "You're also right about another thing. I want you." More pre leaked from his cockhead. "I bet I'm the first person to tell you that."

His lack of response all but confirmed your suspicion. 

"You like that, don't you? Being wanted for once." Finally, you resumed stroking his shaft, looking up at him with the closest thing to doe eyes you could manage while grinning as maliciously as you were. He refused to meet your gaze, so you decided a little cheating on your part was warranted. "Mmmm Master Seluvis…" you moaned. He was looking now, and you highly doubted he could look away. Perfect. "Your Apprentice wants you. Wants your cum. Won't you be a Good, Kind, Master and do this one thing for me?" You stuck out your tongue and laved at the underside of his glans, keeping your mouth open in invitation. 

It worked. 

"Fine!" He barked, voice cracking. "T-take it then you voracious, whorish… whore..." Ah. You'd pushed him to the point where even synonyms escaped him. Shame he wasn't going to last long; you'd love to see how incoherent he'd get if you fucked him. He held your shoulders in a death grip as you readily took him into your mouth and moaned around him. “AH~! I'm—" he yelped before your name fell from his lips and you felt his hard flesh pulse inside your mouth, spewing salty bitterness against the back of your tongue. He was literally sobbing as you swallowed, milking him for all he'd give you and the sounds made you press your legs together to find some relief for your own ache. You kept suckling him as he cried from the overstimulation, only easing off his softening cock once his legs shook so violently that you feared they'd give out.

You smirked up at him, all blotchy and sweaty and heaving. It was doubtful things would ever be the same between you after this, so why not throw caution to the wind. You stood up and smashed your lips into a forceful kiss. He could only whimper against you. 

You had a great deal to think about.

But first, and most importantly, you needed to sit on his face. 

#nsft #I actually *am* into some hypno and tf kink stuff #so to an extent i sorta understand the appeal of this man #but Seluvis just gives me the same vibes as Human Pet Guy #preceptor Seluvis #Seluvis x Tarnished #Seluvis x reader #I’m never writing smut for him again :) #for further pretentious old wizard smut request neloth #oh good lord why is this so long #ten whole pages #x reader

[patriciavetinari]

☕️theatre? You've had interesting opinions on the couple of plays you've mentioned...

Big topic!!

Btw, I signed up for another round of drama 'classes', so very relevant.

I love theater, been introduced to it as a child and I think it really should be a bigger part of children's education, way more widespread. I want drama clubs to be as essential for any schools libraries (arts general to be funded better as well). Schools should cooperate with local theaters and get children to see plays several times a year etc, starting from puppetry and up to weird, experimental stuff.

Community theaters should also be funded and where there aren't any comrades should come together and start one. Honestly, this is not me trying to elevate theater as the most important art form or something, it's not better or worse than others, but it is essentially an opportunity for all ages to play pretend and involve their whole body in silliness and healthy tomfoolery. That's aside from the power of storytelling and outreach and shakespeare in prisons and all of that highly important yada yada, we all know and love that. We should do more of it. To be honest, I don't really get the snarky comments about theater kids (though people who focus heavily on european theatre and DO try to elevate it as supreme art form etc of course are at risk of letting their discrimination sully their art, you know).

And I firmly believe that there should be theaters for all occasions and all expectations of what genre of even it is – like with restaurants, sometimes you want a fancy meal and sometimes you want street food. Theater should 100% be versatile and accessible, it should include much more ethnic and body diversity and I think age/gender/race-blind castings are a great idea as long as everyone involved is not making 'guy in a dress' type of joke underneath.

The plays I've seen recently were Translations – a very popular play in Ireland, and a Ukrainian production was an interesting twist on it. I think I have a post on it somewhere in this attic of my blog.

The more recent one I saw just last month was And Then There None – I wrote a post but it was a rambling mess and I deleted it. I like the story (am aware of the racist original name and Christie's general issues with racism and orientalism) but also Christie truly killed the story when she rewrote it as a play with a happy ending. It becomes a vaguely thiller-esque comedy basically, and early films based on it treat it exactly this way. They play I saw didn't do that, but I feel like the play is still not the best medium for this particular story, it was rushed and the descent into paranoid madness feels very artificial. Actors were okay, it was the packed itinerary of deaths that was rushing them along. They made a couple of characters gay, and idk, it was fine, but also comedied them down. I don't know how I feel about this. It could have been better. Stage design was good. Also I'm heavily biased about this piece because the best production so far that I've seen has been a ussr 2-part movie that hits every point and is evisceratingly good, so it's hard to top. I have more feelings about the book itself but I should get a separate ask to ramble about that.

#send me a ☕️ with a topic and I'll ramble about it #ask #tea asks #theatre

[rotisseries]

so he's eavesdropping and bow is like "i really like you!!" etc etc every since i saw you at the sports festival and your quirk is really cool and yada yada "i wanted you to notice me so i invented a support weapon and added it to your costume because i thought it would help you in the long run." and she's like "umm was it good??" and monoma was like "Thank you, for the support weapon, it was helpful back then when I had to use it for my rescue training.” and then "However, I had it removed since it malfunctioned while I was in the middle of the exercise and I was told I was unconscious for the remainder of my class because of it.” and then explains that he guessed that shinso's concern was bc of that. and the girl is like "it hurt you🥺?" sorry i can't take her seriously. btw when she was smiling after monoma said it was helpful shinso had some homocidal thoughts. just like me fr. that's a joke btw. and then monoma says "well i didn't try it out before hand. it's a good invention but just tell me if you're gonna add anything next time." and she's like aye aye. and monoma says "so about your feelings..." and then we got this line Monoma took her hands gently, and Shinsou felt the world stopped for a moment. and then monoma tells her that he "cant accept her feelings" and she's like ? wha? and he says "yeah you ... don't even like the real me you don't... know me." and she's like damn. ok. LIKE WHAT. well no she starts crying a little bit, and then says "i hope you and ur friend become real pro heroes" and whatnot and he's like "i hope for your support in the future!" etc etc they part ways black blah monoma wishes her the best. find someone better. the works. and then he starts to walk away and shinso hides in a bush 💀💀 anyway he finally recognizes that he sees monoma as a friend . in those bushes.

ah don't you miss the days when every mlm fic had a female oc with a crush on one of them just for drama

#“don't you miss the days” <- can't actually think of any fics she's read with this trope #it feels like a trope though. like of course there's some girl nobody likes with a crush on one of them #ask #ghoultaffy #hi jayme!

[trumpetboy]

I love the way you smile.

I love the way that your eyes change from when you are looking away at your phone, driving, or anything else to when they meet mine. I love how you say so many things with them without uttering a single sound. The rocky mountaintops and the sandy valleys of your irises would take forever to map out for an explorer to not get lost. I’ve never felt such a strong emotion piercing my brain than from when you look at me. Holy fuck, how do you melt me with just one glance?

I love the way how I can never walk with both hands empty, one has to be in yours. I love when we sway back and forth as we walk. I can never go back to before because I cannot shake the knowledge that your hand was the missing piece that fit mine. How can it be that something that you once thought was full can suddenly become so empty? I grasp at the air longing for that companion puzzle piece that I know is not there. Maybe it’s swept up by a cat or too busy working on something else, but every time it leaves, all that this piece can think about is when it will return.

I love the way your hair somehow never gets messy? I mean I feel that everyone has those days where it never cooperates, but I feel that no matter what you do, it always looks amazing. I’ve seen it long, and I’ve seen it short. I’ve seen it light, and I’ve seen it dark. I don’t know what it is about you, but you have one of those faces that literally would work with anything. Hell, I’m sure you’d be stunning even with neon pink hair. My favorite color of yours is your own. Whether that be the natural hair color you have or some sort of dyed color, I love the way you absolutely own it, and will dominate any room with it. Your confidence in yourself and the way you carry yourself is like no other. When you walk in, whether it be a full head of hair or some Britney Spears incident, you are always the most beautiful woman in the room.

I love the way you laugh. Whether it be at my horrible jokes, some atrocity just occurred or I make a fool of myself, I can hear you laugh echoing in the back of my head. I love that you’re loud, I love that you speak up, and I love that I can pick out your voice amongst thousands in a room. I’d pay an ungodly amount of money if they could replicate even half of the symphony of your voice onto sheet music. I could listen to you for days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, …(yada yada yada, you get the point) and my ears would still find something missing if you were to stop. In addition to this, I cannot believe how much you make me laugh. You’re not funny, you’re not comical, you are absolutely hilarious, and I cannot believe how lucky I am to get the chance to spend this much time with you. We both definitely payed attention to our classes in clown college, those full ride scholarships did not go to waste.

I know this may be a little cringy, but I think you know that this is what you signed up for. You are absolutely amazing, and it is incredibly hard to fully express how I truly feel about you. I don’t want to slip into sarcasm and I don’t want to hide behind humor. I love you, and there are millions of reasons that I am the luckiest person on the planet to be with you.

#gayass

[villa-kulla]

McWexler Musings

since there’s no Saul tonight, you’ll have to suffer through my CURRENT finale theory

But for real if we’re talking about BCS finale theories, more specifically what happens to KIM, at this point it’s clear that BCS has become, at its heart, a love story. And this is directly from GGG (the Gospel of Gilligan & Gould) not just my own McWexler obsessed heart. My Kim theories have varied WIDELY, with everything from death to prison to vacuum to scandal (and of course, the theory of Kim just being Claire’s employee next to Gene’s Cinnabon). And while I know that last one was a fandom joke, I could actually so see a return to humble Nebraska for Kim

They’ve made a point to remind us of Kim’s origins this season when we get the flashback to Kim shoplifting (especially the Nebraska license plate zoom). Whatever does happen to Kim - and I’ve 90% ruled out death these days although I’m knocking vigorously on wood - I could totally see an ultimate return to her roots. Whether they take a scandal route, disbarment route, vacuum vanisher route, or simply Kim just being unable to deal with the consequences of her choices and hightailing it, WHATEVER. But I see her ending up back in Nebraska, defeated by design, as some kind of bitter yet determined atonement. She lives out her predictions of what her life would have been like if she hadn’t left, and is working a dead-end job, maybe in a department store saying nothing about the kids who shoplift, possibly even working in a mail room somewhere for ~cruel irony~

breaking bad happens, yada yada yada

THEN. What if we jump to immediately post-BrBa??? This season opened not in black and white cinnamon world, but swirling colourful Saul world, with the police seizure of Saul’s effects. So what if IMMEDIATELY after that we get to see Jimmy actually being spirited off to Nebraska?? Nebraska where he KNOWS Kim is now??? And what if he shows up on her doorstep asking her to come away with him?? And it’s only been a couple years and she’s understandably still spooked from her own experiences like “I heard on the news. Just how deep into this did you get, Jimmy?”, and can’t get past Jimmy going from a friend of the cartel, to actually greasing the wheels for the cartel. Jimmy pleads, maybe she’s even tempted for a minute, almost goes with him, but then I don’t know, her gaze falls on a candle in her living room and she just CAN’T do it and throws Jimmy out, telling him to never contact her again. Jimmy and Kim resign themselves to hollow existences.

BUT THEN. TIME JUMP TO BLACK AND WHITE CINNAMON LAND. Jimmy has been MADE. Last season when he was recognized he was all “I’ll deal with this myself”. What if deling with it consists of him showing up one more time on Kim’s door as a final hail mary, like “You never have to see me again after this. OR you could come with me right now.” And she stands on her steps of whatever dingy aparment she’s living in, just ilke the one she grew up in. And they both look at each other freezing on the steps, more tired and lined than they once were, but something’s still there. And maybe it’s Kim’s need to self-sabotage and leave security behind, maybe it’s the love she still has for Jimmy, maybe it’s the innately Kim Wexler part of her that needs more. Whatever it is, she’s left Nebraska once, she can do it again. And without even packing a bag she steps into’s Jimmy’s car and they drive off. And now apply the Felina scipt notes for Jesse to them: “Grimly determined, fearing nothing, he speeds through the darkness. From here on, it’s up to us to say where he’s headed. I like to call it “something better,” and leave it at that.”

END SERIES.

so yeah, the downside is this theory has messy time jumping, and would be hard to streamline in 6 remaining episodes lmao. But on the plus side it has Jimmy and Kim driving off into the sunset and that’s kind of all I need in life so yeah.

ANYWAY.

Gilligan and Gould are beautiful twisted freaks and I will happily take whatever they give me, knowing it will be the best choice. But we know from BrBa that they believe in emotional closure, and if not happy endings, then bittersweet ones that don’t leave a bad taste in your mouth. Also they are....kinda huge saps AND McWexler shippers and honestly at this point I feel like they want McWexler end game as much as I do, so yeah, SPEAKING IT INTO EXISTENCE 👍 

#better call saul #kim wexler #jimmy mcgill #mcwexler #look i don't actually normally watch series in a 'ooooh i'm going to guess what happens next' way like i'm content to go along for the ride #but then end is NIGHER THAN EVER and i have Concerns lol #just the fact that i've posted this means episode 7 is going to open up with kim dead on the floor or something lmao #god.....imagine #actually no shan't #anyways i love them they love each other @G&G don't mess with me on this #i just love the idea of jimmy showing up on kim's door like some kind of over the hill mr darcy with a combover okay

[grimslyreaper]

Okay so I know the Saints Row reboot isn’t out yet and I’m not the most well versed in the story since I’ve only played the third and fourth game, but I decided to create my own little timeline/story/AU based on what we got. Mainly for personal use because I got OCs and I need a linear story to work with lmao. Also this timeline breaks canon heavily because I need to satisfy my silly little needs for a satisfying story, so take what I write with a grain of salt. Basically, this is a shitton of wish fulfilment lol

Spoilers for all Saints Row games ig?

Personal Saints Row timeline/AU:

Saints Row 1-4: The story remains unchanged. The Boss joins the Saints, rises to power, becomes The Boss, becomes the president, then the alien invasion occurs. Zinyak is defeated but Earth is still destroyed.

Gat Out of Hell: Story remains mostly the same. The Boss is dragged into Hell but later saved by Johnny Gat and Kinzie Kensington. Upon defeating Satan, Johnny Gat meets God who gives him several choices as reward for saving Heaven. Gat chooses to reset the universe and bring back Earth, though God decides to be generous and unknowingly lend humanity a true second chance. (This is a test of loyalty or something yada yada basically to see if Johnny Gat is willing to lose everything to save humanity or something. Yeah it’s cheesy as fuck but it’s my shitty AU). This basically means that things will go as they were with a twist.

Between Gat Out of Hell and the Reboot (personal interpretation): The Earth is recreated as it was prior to the alien invasion. The Boss is the president again, but has vague memories of what happened in the original timeline. After remembering Kinzie’s comments about a potential alien invasion, The Boss privately builds up military forces to combat a potential alien invasion out of paranoia.

News gets out of The Boss’ ‘alien conspiracy’, slowly degrading their public image. Though The Boss doesn’t seem to care since they know what’s coming.

(Note: During this entire thing Johnny Gat is the only one aware of the original timeline as a whole. He’s trapped once more but is under the impression that The Boss knows for sure he’s still alive and is hoping that they know what to do. Also he’s probably waiting to be saved but doesn’t know for sure if that’s gonna happen).

At the point of the alien invasion The Boss’ public figure has degraded completely, but humanity is saved.

Everyone in Zinyak’s ‘human collection’ is saved and brought back to Earth, including Johnny Gat. The mass return of missing persons leads to widespread confusion and even more conspiracies regarding the president.

The Boss is forced to resign as the president and returns to their roots as a gang member.

Saints Row Reboot: The Boss, after having their public image practically destroyed, is led back to the Saints. However at this point the once powerful gang has become nothing but a joke, especially considering their boss is currently a disgraced president who led an alien conspiracy.

The original Saints have ‘split up’ in order to build their gang from the ground up once more, with The Boss beginning with three new recruits: Kevin, Neenah and Eli.

And that’s it for now. Since I don’t know what happens in the reboot I’m just gonna say what happens there is what happens in the AU. I’m assuming they build a gang and become the most powerful and notorious again?

#saints row #saints row au #alternate universe #au #saints row 2 #saints row 3 #saints row 4 #saints row reboot #gat out of hell #Gummy writes stuff