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oliversrarebooks · 9 months

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listen to my Voice, hero

TW: mind control, hypnotic induction, intimate whumper, restraints, corruption

Are your bonds comfortable, Hero? I wouldn't want to cause any damage to your precious muscles and nerves. You are the city's shining hope, after all. Or at least, you have been until now.

Good, now we can have a proper chat. You can just listen carefully to everything I have to say.

Oh, don't glare at me like that. How many times have we clashed now? And every time you manage to resist my lovely compelling Voice just enough to stop my plans, just enough so that I must escape by the skin of my teeth. You must have known it might come to this eventually, a time when my compulsions are too strong for you to fight, a time when my Voice finally brings you to your knees.

I've been training, dear hero, training especially for you. Training for you, because you're really the only one in this city worth controlling. You're better than all of them. We both know that. And I know how you feel about me, because I've seen the look in your eyes when my compulsions take hold of your pretty little mind.

No, no, be quiet. Be quiet.That's it, there you are. Oh, the delicious expression on your face when I use my Voice on you. I'll never get enough of it.

Most heroes look terrified, you know, to have their thoughts pulled out from under them, to find their body out of their control. Terrified, angry, defiant -- that's how the other heroes look. But you're different. In that moment when I weave my spell on you, when you feel your mind go hazy and your body stop obeying your commands, I see something else in your eyes. I see relief. Deep, unmistakable relief.

No, don't try to deny it. I've tangled with you too many times to be wrong about this. You're relieved when I compel you. You'd never admit it, not even to yourself, but you long for the way it feels. You long to have your choices taken away. You long to not have to make decisions. You long to not have to fight any more.

But every time, you fight. Every time, you break free of my Voice. And I can see the toll it takes on you. That's why I've been training so hard, Hero. So that you couldn't resist my Voice, wouldn't be able to break free. So that I could give you what you want more than anything.

I've seen you, Hero. I've seen you at your best and at your lowest, haven't I? I understand you better than anyone else in the city. You know it's true. And I can see how exhausted you are. How you've been worked to the bone. How you never get to rest, never get a vacation. I even tried cutting back on my evil schemes in the hopes that you'd take a break, but all you did was pursue other villains twice as hard.

There are deep bags under your eyes, Hero, marring your beautiful face. There's resignation in your tone that was never there before. I can't stand it, can't stand the way the city treats you. You're destroying yourself to save this ungrateful, useless population and all they do is criticize you. It makes me sick.

And I know what you do once you've defeated me and I escape back to my lair. I know you return to your cold, empty apartment, and curl up on the couch with some convenience food, trying to relax. I know how you toss and turn at night, wondering if you're doing the right thing. I know how lonely you are, Hero. I'm lonely too, you know.

I wish you could see how glassy and dazed your eyes are right now. It's beautiful. Listening to my Voice is so nice, isn't it? Yes, that's it, just relax.

Oh, your hair is so soft. I bet you haven't had a tender touch like this in a while. I saw you lean into it before you caught yourself. Let me run my hand through your hair, there's a good, relaxed hero. Is that a sleepy little smile I see? You like that, don't you?

In fact, you like all of this, don't you? You like having no choice but to relax and listen as my compelling Voice weaves a spell around you. You like the feeling as I slowly hypnotize your vulnerable mind, how your resistance slips away little by little. You've thought about this on those lonely nights, haven't you? What it would feel like if I won. What it would feel like to succumb to my hypnotic compulsions. What it would feel like if you stopped fighting and let me take charge of your mind completely.

Oh, don't struggle. Don't struggle. Relax.There it is again, that relief. My Voice feels good, doesn't it? It feels so good to have the fight taken out of you. Don't deny it, it's written all over your face.

You don't need to pretend you haven't thought about it. You somehow manage to always be the first hero on the scene whenever I try anything. Almost as if you're willing to drop anything to see me, isn't it?

But you were scared. I'm a villain, after all. I don't deny it. You must think I might hurt or humiliate you. Well, you can put all of your fears to rest, because I have no intention of that. I respect you far too much. I'm going to take good care of you, Hero. I'm going to give you the treatment you deserve. I'm going to help you relax. I'm going to take all your worries away. It's going to feel amazing, Hero, I promise.

I'm sorry, were you trying to say something just now? Still trying to fight it? You'll have to speak up, it's too hard to hear you when you're so out of it.

"It's wrong"? Is that what you said, Hero?

No, what's wrong is how little reward you get for everything you do. That's why I had to do this, had to train my Voice to be strong enough to be irresistible even to you. Now I can reward you. I can give you everything you want, everything you need, beginning with the beautiful, relaxing oblivion of total and complete obedience.

You'll get other rewards, too, of course you will. Together we'll share in the riches of the city, bend everyone in power to our wills. It's what we both deserve. But this is your first and most important reward -- obedience. Nothing is more calm, relaxing, and peaceful than knowing you have no choice, than having every decision made for you.

And all you have to do is listen.

I'm too strong for you now, Hero, my Voice too compelling. You're almost entirely under my spell, aren't you? I can see how drowsy you are, how my compulsions are putting your conscious mind to sleep.

Yes, that's it. You're too exhausted, Hero. Too tired. Too many nights with too little sleep. You need to rest. You need to stop fighting. You need to surrender.

No one will think any less of you. They'll see how powerful I've become, how easily I can command even the strongest and smartest. They'll realize you had no choice, that it was out of your hands. You won't need to feel guilt or shame. Everyone will know this wasn't your fault, that there was nothing you could do to prevent yourself falling under my villainous control.

And the fact that you actually enjoy this, the fact that you long to give in so badly and fall under my hypnotic trance? That can be our little secret, Hero.

There we go. That's it, just a little more. Look into my eyes. Look nice and deep into my eyes while I stroke your hair and talk you down softly. Just like you've always dreamed of. No more fear, no more pain. Only sweet restful sleep and deep hypnotic trance.

That's it, Hero. It's too late. You're too tired, too drowsy, too captured in my Voice to fight it. There's nothing to do. Nothing you have to do. Just feel yourself growing oh so dazed and sleepy as I weave my Voice around you. So comforting. So right. Exactly what you wanted. Exactly what you needed. Exactly where you belong.

Tell me, Hero, tell me you want this.

That's it, that's it! Oh, how I've longed to hear those words from you. Tell me how my Voice makes you feel. Be honest.

Oh. Oh, my. That's... that's even better than I expected. Far, far better. You love my Voice that much? Oh, Hero, dear Hero, why didn't you say so before? You could have had this any time. I would have been more than happy to bring you to my lair and give you the hypnosis you deserve. You could have been listening to my Voice all day.

Well, it doesn't matter now, because now you can have my Voice all you want, stronger than it's ever been. Isn't that nice? Oh, look at you bob your drowsy head. I don't even need to compel agreement out of you. You're so deeply hypnotized, aren't you? Good, good. Good hero.

My hero.

Now, why don't you go all the way under? Just keep listening and let your eyelids grow oh so heavy. Let those heavy eyes close. Don't open them again. That's a good hero. So obedient and docile. You're so, so beautiful to me, my drowsy, docile hero.

Yes, docile. That's what you are, deep down inside. All your strength, all your determination to do the right thing, all of that is a mask that conceals who you really are. A docile and obedient little lamb. And no one needs to know that but me. I'll fulfill your deep craving to be hypnotized and controlled, and you can still be every bit as strong and determined when you're working under my orders. Doesn't that sound just perfect for you?

All the way under, now, deep into hypnotic trance. Let your resistance fade, my hero. Let your mind fog. Let your mental defenses fall.

Surrender. Surrender and submit. Submit to me, just like you've always wanted.

You can finally feel that relief. You can finally take that rest. Because I have you now. You're mine. I'm in complete control now, my docile little hero.

And I order you to feel nothing but bliss.

Masterlist

If you like this, you may like "the defiant princess" for more gentle, slow induction on a resisting subject.

#whump #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #hero whumpee #villain whumper #mind control #hypnosis #hypnotic induction #hypnotized #hypnotized hero #captured hero #compelling voice

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just-here-with-my-thoughts · 2 months

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Day 26: "Help Them" / Compelling Voice

@febuwhump prompt: "Help Them" @badthingshappenbingo prompt: Compelling Voice

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Hunter, Crosshair Set when the Batch are newly solo in the field. Continuing from where my WIP fic Pieces Of The People We Love ends puts Hunter at about 18, Crosshair at 21/22. Word Count: ~1335 Click here to read on AO3

Synopsis: Hunter is injured, but orders Crosshair to continue with the mission

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Crosshair could see it all through his rifle scope. The blaster marks burned through Hunter’s armour. The deep red slick of blood spreading down his side, gushing unstemmed from a hidden wound.

“Hunter,” he hissed, and it was all he could do to keep his voice from cracking. “I’m coming for you.”

“No.” It hurt to hear Hunter’s laboured breathing through the com, right by his ear, knowing Hunter was so far from his reach. But his brother’s voice was firm, if strained. “Hold your position. Finish the mission.”

“I have eyes on the field. Tech and Wrecker are nowhere near you. You need help-”

“These civilians need help!” growled Hunter. Crosshair could hear the hitch of pain in his words. “Do your job, Crosshair. Help them.”

“But-”

“That’s an order.”

Crosshair hesitated. He was still getting used to this new Hunter. The Hunter who was still his little brother, but who came with an edge of command in his voice that compelled Crosshair to obey.

“Crosshair!”

“On it,” Crosshair ground out through gritted teeth.

His scope lingered over his brother a moment more, watching Hunter sag to one knee, then come back up, pistol and vibroknife ready.

And it was hard, so hard, to drag his sight away to focus on the droids harrying the retreating civilians. To shoot them down with pinpoint precision, teeth clenched, every shot fretting whether Hunter would still be there when he looked back.

Don’t look back.

Hunter ordered him to do this.

Don’t look back.

It had been a sober flight back after the engagement. The newly christened Havoc Marauder cruised through the slipstream of hyperspace, a muted pall of success hanging over the small squad.

Their third solo mission. Their third consecutive victory.

Their first major casualty.

Hunter had stubbornly refused his brother’s aid when they had checked on the evacuated civilians, determined to stay on his feet and see the mission through. He was taking his new role as sergeant seriously. Now he grit his teeth in half-grin, half-grimace, and insisted he was fine as he fought to stay conscious on the journey home.

Crosshair ignored that assertion and directed Wrecker to put additional pressure on the haemostatic bandage below Hunter’s ribs, whilst he checked with Tech how long it would take them to reach Kamino.

Now Crosshair palmed the door to the freshers open, stalking in on bare feet with barely a whisper of sound. Water was plentiful on Kamino and returning troopers took full advantage of it; none moreso than Hunter.

Crosshair had discovered long ago that Hunter retreated to the freshers when he was overwhelmed, or just needed time to think. He wasn’t sure what it was; if it somehow deadened the range of his enhanced senses, or merely drowned other sensations out with the immediacy of the drumming water. Either way, Hunter would spend hours here if their schedules allowed.

The faint saline scent was pervasive, the water never truly purified after being pumped from the oceans outside. Narrowing his eyes, Crosshair peered through the haze of steam. His younger brother stood under the cascade of water, head tilted back and droplets crashing onto his face with abandon.

Hesitantly, his gaze tracked down Hunter’s body. He was used to seeing his brothers bruised and battered from fights when they were training. Red welts would darken to purple, then fade to green-yellow as the bruises healed. As cadets they had been vaguely proud of the marks, proof of how hard they worked in the simulators, comparing who had the biggest, the best, the shiniest bruise from each training session.

This was different. Rust-coloured rivulets ran down Hunter’s hips, thighs, calves, as he gingerly washed away the crust of dried blood around the deep wound in his side. Laser-burn spidered angry and red against his tan torso, and a myriad other scrapes and bruises scuffed his skin and left him wincing as the salt-tinged shower rinsed them clean.

Crosshair held his breath, watching the lazy swirl of blood-stained water circle the drain and disappear.

His brother. His little brother. Bruised and bloodied and proud and defiant.

He let the breath out; a sigh of relief.

Too loud. On the exhale, Hunter heard him. He startled, whipping round with a curse and grabbing a towel, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he stepped out of the water.

“Kriff sake, Cross, what are you doing sneaking up on me?” he snapped, though it was half-hearted. He quickly wrapped the towel round his waist, then folded his arms defensively in front of his body. “Don’t scare me like that.”

“Enhanced senses on the blink?” said Crosshair, but the words were flat, a response almost by rote. His brown eyes bored into Hunter’s, searching, but Hunter’s expression was guarded and he looked away.

“What do you want, Crosshair?” he asked, face scrunching in a frown. The fresh ink of his newly filled-in tattoo shone dark and bright under the glaze of water on his skin.

For a moment the question stuck in Crosshair’s throat. He returned Hunter’s glare and choked out the bitter words.

“Why did you order me to leave you?”

Hunter stared at him blankly for a moment, then turned away, grabbing a second towel and wringing the water from his hair.

“I didn’t. I told you to finish the mission.”

“It was the same thing.”

Hunter’s shoulders moved in a slight shrug.

Crosshair’s long fingers dug into Hunter’s shoulder, spinning him back round to face him. “You could have died,” he snarled, pressing into Hunter’s space, forcing the startled younger clone to step back. Then the heat dropped from his expression as he traced his fingers down Hunter’s chest, pressing them to his side at the edge of the wound which had started to seep fresh blood where Hunter had disturbed the scabs.

“Crosshair,” began Hunter warningly, bringing up a defensive hand. But he winced as Crosshair’s fingertips brushed the tender, swollen flesh around the wound, and Crosshair seized on that small victory.

“Little idiot,” he muttered, and grabbed his brother. Pulling him into a hug, he felt Hunter’s arms go round him in response, his damp body pressed against Crosshair’s blacks. The sniper knit his fingers in his brother’s hair and buried his face against Hunter’s bare shoulder, taking a shuddering breath.

“Am I going to have a problem with you following my leadership?” asked Hunter, the sound of a grin carried in his words.

Crosshair squeezed him so tightly that Hunter grunted. Then he released him, stepping back and shoving him a little more roughly than would be considered playful.

“You give stupid orders,” he said sullenly, swiping away the gleam of wetness on his cheeks from where he had pressed his face into Hunter’s neck.

Hunter merely grinned wider. “When have we ever followed orders?” he quipped. Tossing the towel in his hand to his brother, he reached out to shut off the water. “Make yourself useful and help me dry my hair. It’s going to pull my side if I have to do it myself.”

The faintest smile touched Crosshair’s lips and he reached up and draped the towel over Hunter’s head, gently rubbing water from his hair. “Don’t get used to this,” he murmured, half tease, half threat. “If you tell Tech or Wrecker I dried your hair for you, I’ll shave it off again.”

“Do that, and I’ll break all your fingers.”

Crosshair grinned. Something in his chest felt a little less tight. Hunter the Sergeant and Hunter his little brother weren’t so different.

He watched as Hunter relaxed under the gentle massage of the towel, eyes closing with a soft sigh.

He looked young. Too young to be on a battlefield.

Too young to be stood in the freshers with his lifeblood seeping out such a deep wound.

Crosshair held his brother close in something that was half an embrace, carefully drying Hunter’s hair just-so.

He would do anything to protect his family.

He knew it.

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday26 #“help them”#badthingshappenbingo #compelling voice #the bad batch #tbb fanfic #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #hunter and crosshair #soft brothers #to make up for torturing them on days 15 and 24 respectively

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sinkdraws · 22 days

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Wake up babe, marichat is having a moment in the moonlight

#marichat #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #miraculous ladybug #ml #my art #fan art #the voices compelled me last night

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alicentloyalist · 5 months

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EMILIA CLARKE as DAENERYS TARGARYEN in GAME OF THRONES ↳ 7.01 - “Dragonstone”

#gotedit #targaryensource #gotdaenerystargaryen #daenerys targaryen #daenerys #emilia clarke #game of thrones #got #usermali #she looked so unbelievably good in this ep . so if you see me drop like #10 seperate gifsets of her from just this episode try not to judge me too harshly its not my fault . the voices compelled me #mine #*gifs

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realbeefman · 8 months

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if house md happened in 2023. first of all house and wilson would be explicitly gay and together which would suck because queerbaiting is awesome. but also there would be a period before they got together in which they would routinely send their nudes to each other to screen before sending them out to women. and it’d be a whole Thing. s1 wilson would go ON and ON about how ever since the infarction house hasn’t been sending nearly as many nudes back to wilson and “it feels, i don’t know, weird!” and then house would just straight up try to pull his dick out in the hallway because if wilson “wants to see it so bad, then [he’s] more than happy to oblige.” and then at the end of the episode house would send him a nude and wilson would reply with a “Looks good 💯 I like the smile. Who’s the lucky lady?” and house would just smirk because there, of course, isn’t a woman. house just doesn’t want wilson to stop sending him nudes.

#im like if a fanfiction writer was lazy and unmotivated #i dont enjoy writing fic but sometimes demons compell me #i have so many ideas for fics i just never feel like i can capture a characters voice correctly #house md #hilson #greg house #james wilson #hate crimes md

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jessaerys · 9 months

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sun visits the moon at spk headquarters and gets so so so sleepy

#death note #my art #meronia #mihael keehl #nate river #mello dn #near dn #mellonear #trying out this new thing where i post quick art that is entirely for my own self-indulgent amusement here #this was an exercise in letting go of a piece as soon as possible and you can tell i failed because i couldn't stop retouching it #here and there. OLD HABITS DIE HARD but [with passion and confidence] expect a drop in quality/finishedness #kind of very into the colors here i like exaggerating their colors and saturations. their sun and moon codedness compels me #i also think people aren't as much into this ship because they assume they have very rigid [pardon my language] seme/uke roles and i'm like #[standing on soapbox] [crazy ex gf voice] the situation is actually a lot more nuanced than that #but these tags are long and i can't get into the push and pull power dynamics of it all. mello can heel is all i'm saying #ok that's all i have work to get back to drawing for work ( <- girl who just took a two hour break from drawing to draw)#brothercrush.txt

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milkbreadtoast · 1 year

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Scenes that still shake me to my core more than 10 years later.... god the voice acting in this scene is so good.

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frogcupid · 20 days

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at @blacktacmopsi's behest, here it is! a bit of a shorter audio this time bc he was shy </3 i had less material to work with lol

[enjoyed? reblog! <3]

#now i dont know this man at all but his voice.. his voice compels me #call of duty #cod ghosts #cod keegan #keegan p russ #keegan russ x reader #call of duty ghosts #cod #HEPL im laughing sm at the title i chose for this one ahfsgfsg #naughtycodaudios

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comradekatara · 8 months

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i think the reason that a lot of people don’t recognize how fucked up sokka is is due to the fact that sokka himself refuses to acknowledge it. he is extremely repressed and operating on so many layers of cognitive dissonance that he doesn’t even realize that he is not in fact “normal” or “mentally stable” or “healthy.” part of sokka being extremely fucked up is also refusing to acknowledge or confront that he is remotely fucked up. so he generally presents like a well-functioning person who, despite being incredibly cerebral, doesn’t have a particularly rich inner life. but that’s only because he’s walled off every single aspect of his existence that causes him (real) pain or sadness or grief, put it in a vault and then buried it. and confronting any of it, even a little bit (like admitting that he felt abandoned by his father leaving, or that he misses his mother, or any other normal expression of pain that katara has no problem communicating) would mean confronting all the harmful logic he has internalized regarding his identity and denial of his own inherent humanity. so even though he seems like he has no filter and loves to complain, he is actually performing pretty much constantly. for the sake of those to whom he feels obligated, but mostly for himself.

#he and nanami kiryuu need to unionize #and then withhold their labor (their job of course being. getting hit over the head with god’s mallet)#sokka #analysis #anyway i felt like expanding on this point per my last post #and also due to a discussion i had the other day #with someone who claimed i was ‘unfairly implying that sokka is mentally ill’ 😭😭😭#i do think understanding this though is the key between sokka enthusiasts (‘hehe funny little guy’) and Sokka Scholars(TM)#‘why do u care so much about this guy he is the comic relief’#because if i don’t. who will!!!!!!!!!!!#no but because he is genuinely fucking INTERESTING okay #he is a COMPELLING character who is FUN to ANALYZE #[mai voice] you cannot fathom the depths of SOKKA.

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emry-stars-art · 8 months

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The prince and his quiet peacock tendencies in ‘casual’ attire

#I said ‘I’m going to put prince Andrew Joseph in body jewelry if it kills me’ and it was close but I’m still here babey #this sat staring unfinished at me for Too Long #the little voice in the back of my head telling me #to take his shirt off #I’ll admit. compelling #fan art #my art #aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #royal au

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lo-fi-charming · 3 months

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so i've been keeping up with TMP as it's airing, which has been fun, it's actually really nice to experience this kind of story weekly since i came into TMA late and listened up to the s4 finale in like, a month or two. i've been enjoying the new characters and statements, and while i was worried i'd have trouble actively listening (my attention span/executive functioning can be really variable when it comes to podcasts), it's been surprisingly easy for me to actually listen to each new ep the day it drops publicly

all this to say im enjoying the show! but i've found myself feeling increasingly frustrated with a couple things i keep seeing when it comes to discussions of it

to me, it seems... there's been a pervasive reluctance to take TMP as what it is. and i do understand that. it'd be stupid to pretend TMP doesn't exist exclusively because of TMA and that show's success, that it's a successor that was pitched as being similar. it's a story being written by the same people (plus guests), in the same universe (roughly), going for about the same tone and maybe themes.

i just feel like it's a bit of a shame, though, that so many folks seem unwilling not to carry TMA with them when they're engaging with TMP

i don't know where or when it was said, but i swear there was a comment made by jonny and/or alex about how TMP will have some commonality with TMA in terms of world-building, but also, people who listened to TMA first may find themselves theorizing in the wrong direction because we're judging things based off what is no longer concrete, reliable information; things are going to work differently in the world of TMP, and since we have preconceived notions on what is relevant or how things work, that's going to influence how we engage with information presented in TMP if we let it. and that's not even considering the fact that they've been explicit in conveying the idea that TMP was written so you can experience it fully without having listened to any of TMA at all!

i'm very much someone who tries to engage with media on its own terms, largely taking things at face value until i'm given reason to suspect otherwise. that's something i'm trying my best to still do with TMP, even though obviously, i've also listened to TMA and am basing some of my thoughts and personal theories on what we know from that

but that's what i mean to say i guess, it's something you have to actively choose to do. and it feels like, just based on what i've been seeing in fandom spaces, that a lot of people are having a bit of an odd time with TMP because of a reluctance to do that?

i think the easiest way to explain what i mean is to point to a general acceptance, already on the level of fanon it seems, to interpret the computer voices as Our Jon and Martin (+ Jonah/Elias, maybe). now obviously we have the actual real world reason why their voices are present in TMP, because of course jonny and alex were going to come back as voices in the show in some way. and i 100% agree it's a perfectly logical conclusion to then interpret their inclusion as being related to Jon and Martin somehow. i'm personally very into the theory that it is in no way them - not in any way that matters - but specifically their voices that have been stolen (by the Web?) as a means to help spread fears in other realities. but that's really not how i've been seeing people play with the concept? it seems largely 1:1. and again, i totally understand where people are coming from with that - especially when you consider how it can be a super fun concept for horror and angst, or even just the fact that folks want an excuse to carry their favorite characters into this new show and still play around with them. i promise i don't mean to bring this up as a means of making anyone feel bad or like, chastised for interpreting things a certain way and playing in the space!

it's the biggest example of what i mean though, and was a huge point of frustration for me when we were first being presented with TMP. it's not just that i don't want the voices to be Jon and Martin proper (i am very into their Ambiguous End, i believe it's best to leave that as a space for fans to play in); in all honesty, i think it's kind of a shame and maybe even a bit boring (im sorry!) to be engaging with TMP this way

and it's not just stuff like that - i've been seeing a fair amount of people expressing frustration and feeling disappointed with how TMP is hitting, but i mean, i feel like that's inevitable when you're going into it expecting More TMA? i saw at least one person basically say "ive been waiting for it to make me feel the way TMA made me feel, and it hasn't yet", and i really just feel like that's setting yourself up to be dissatisfied! beyond the fact that we're only 5 episodes in and the story has barely gotten a chance to happen yet, a huge element of this new show is that it's being approached as a largely collaborative effort, it seems, with lots of guests coming in to help shape the story and more writing and plotting influence that isn't jonny

obviously it's fine to not be super into that! undoubtedly it's a question of taste. but you do have to acknowledge that that's the case and adjust your expectations accordingly, or else you're not going to have a great time

i really like TMA, i had a great time with it, but even if TMP is a sequel to its parent podcast, it's not the same thing - and personally, i don't want it to be! i do hope that's a sentiment that is able to be more widely felt by some fans as we gain more distance from TMA while TMP is airing. i just think more people would be able to enjoy it that way, and come up with more interesting theories and interpretations of things! but those are really just my own personal thoughts

#endlesschatter #tmagp #i just needed to express some of this #it's a bit tricky tho esp with the voices as jmart thing bc a lot of my buddies and pals are playing in that space #and i hate to sound like im vagueing or complaining i swear im not ;lskdjfljk it is truly so unserious in the end #it's just very much not my interpretation or desire to see canonized in any way #though i cant deny some of the arguments made in favor of that interpretation are compelling #and i mean if it's the case in canon! not like im gonna be mad at folks for calling it!!#might not be my favorite angle but could still be plenty fun!#but also yes yeah i just wrote a lot of words down just to say i think it might be nice. if.#the fandom at large didn't try putting a coat of TMA paint over TMP and interpreting everything that happens in a TMA-colored lens

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