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catenchanter · 11 months

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HEY SO! Today I recieved an... interesting package.

Anyone remember The Savior of Salem? I don't and neither should you! /j

BUT UM. I haven't seen much archiving of this compared to the original card game, so when I found a copy on ebay I was like "screw it why not?". Feels like I've managed to obtain some kind of rare forgetten artifact lmao.

Anyway, I mainly just wanted to at least. Archive this somehow! I really wanna see if I can get a proper photo of all the cards at some point. I'm still trying to figure out the best way to do so. I'm tempted to scan them but obviously that comes w/ risks and uh. Yeah. Either that or getting a photo of everything. Just trying to get a HQ one I guess would be the issue...

Either way! I mainly just wanted to showcase some of the more interesting cards for the whole.... 2 Town of salem fans (ily /platonic)

So, uh. Lets go.

(WARNING - THIS IS A LONG POST)

First off your role selection is. Not very good :( considering that Spy was a stretch goal, having only three possible roles you initially can obtain during the game is a bit. Hm. Also interesting that Psychic also originated from SoS, alongside the specific Vigilante skin. Shame Veteran has yet to get similar treatment.

The fact that mob mentality is a mechanic tickles me. Also y he look like that.

Horsemen prior to Town of Salem 2? Kinda wild.

I AM POINTING THIS ONE OUT SPECFICALLY BECAUSE. HELLO!? THIS MAN KINDA GIVES ME TUMBLR SEXYMAN ENERGY /LH WHY IS FIT KINDA COOL AS.

MY BRAIN IS LIKE "IS THAT THE SK?" BUT I. DOUBT IT IS NGL.

This confirms that A) The vigilante needs glasses and B) The sheriff has killed. Probably killed a townie, hence why the Vigilante can't use them /nsrs

Spy does not want to be around dogs. Spy how could you. /nsrs

The closest we'll ever get to the mafia being relevant again :( also hello stray hair that might have been from me whoops.

Tag u and the squad (I'm Gold Value: 150)

I feel like you can make a joke out of this.

Just some neat creatures. Shout out to the inner demons specifically.

Glad to see the Amnesiac canonically has hair and is not bald.

All the other horsemen get cool weapons... famine gets the scales. Tbh who needs cool weapons anyway when you have :bread

(I mean tbh it does make sense but. Sick ass weapons either way)

SOME EXAMPLES OF UM. art. The full body chainmail looks traced from the town of salem game art holy shit flummery.

Just some townies being used and abused :)

And that's about it! At least, the ones I think are neat and wanted to share anyway. The deck came with a whole bunch of blank cards, as well as many. Many more cards. Like I didn't show you guys all the coven ones.

I definately want to get a photo of everything at some point but for now. Here you go eat up I guess.

#town of salem #tos2 #long post #honestly how do you tag something like this I just wanna do a funky deep dive frfr #either way I just wanted to try and archive this a bit better so. here ya go.

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mainfaggot · 5 months

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had my 25 minutes of quirkiness induced dopamine I am nauseous and afraid now

#i got a little gelato cup thingy from the convenience store on campus and was eating it outside which attracted . some unwanted attention #weirdly the stares of fascination were funny and made me feel special briefly before i realised i looked like an attention seeker #although honestly. i just wanted some fucking gelato despite it being -3°C that's all it was so im not defacto an attention seeker #its people that are attention givers. MIND YA DAMN BUSINESS!#it was kinda funny tho which made me feel special idk 😭 that was before i started getting all self conscious and pessimistic #then I made a spontaneous decision to go downtown and now i regret that decision bc im sitting on display furniture in some stupid #department store #the thing is. my dad was going to be late to pick me up from the bus stop either way so its not all in vain #but i think I should've just stayed at the university in a comfortable chair for an hour instead of coming all the way here. 😶#i thought i would have fun. i was deeply wrong #z.post

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bangcakes · 5 months

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#personal #whats literally so funny was that as soon as i saw him walk in the room last year i knew he was gonna be trouble for me #however i never knew itd be this kind n this deep JDJDNDJJDNDJDNDNDN #we are like........ way closer than i ever anticipated. im terrified that we wont have anything to talk about once school ends #i wanna say so much to him but i... theres so much school stress i just.... i dont wanna add anything extra on top for myself or for him...#hhhhhh god lmao. this time last year i hadnt even spoken to him n now im like..... in this Thing that is maybe mutual but maybe isnt #god....... this shit is so hard NFJFJJFJFJFJF #i only see him like 3 more times in the near future......#then i gotta wait a bit.... but i dont want to 😭😭😭#i wanna see him every week.... at least... but its probably gonna be on a month basis even IF THAT....#god what if it all fizzles out............#hhhhhhhhhh #im gonna try to keep it going. im just..... idk. im scared #i hope he tries to keep it going too.....#its just hard.... when its 2 ppl that like.... only talk when they need to...... try to keep in touch JFJDJDJDJDKKDKDKDK #the most we go now is a full day without talking...... like either i'll message or he will #usually its me.... but... im more talkative i guess ... IDK #all ik is that i Know hes not talking to anyone else at school LMAO #one of my friends was like.... ya dont bother putting him in a group chat .. he never answere #while im over here like.... LOL he messages me back always within minutes/seconds #and if hes offline... as soon as hes back online.#JXJXKKXKXKXKZ GOD.#n e way. see him today............ looking forward to it but also nervous 😳#i'll be fine once i see him tho... its just the Anticipation #feel really comfortable around him LOL. never thought id say that #anyway

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cryptidofthekeys · 1 year

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Guess who’s working on the other Kev n Strebs story to cope with the crippling anxiety and stress that I’ve been going through

lmao thats right, it’s this guy

finally working on this again

#Chase's Writing Shenanigans #spooky month kevin #spooky month streber #candybats #im ngl- while I still do love this ship I swear to god- some of the people around it... They scare me #now this isnt directed at anyone here on tumblr no no!#y'all have been nice and honestly just chill about it fr #even the ones on AO3 have been chill #but either way- im not going to get into t h a t-#this is also the uh AU where Streber's a real vampire instead of just dressed as one #im a lil unsure of how Kev will figure this out #but eh I'm always unsure of a lotta shit ya know #also working on the other Bob story too after I get a lil more progress on this one

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singsweetmelodies · 2 years

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so... @welightitup and i were having a bit of a freakout about pierre's abs + whipped cream + leclerc tops, and i, well. ask and ye shall receive 😘

crème français.

"I want to try something," Charles pants in-between deep kisses, dropping his hands to Pierre’s shoulders and squeezing, unexpectedly hard.

“Okay,” Pierre agrees, his voice already rough and significantly lower than usual even to his own ears. “What is it?”

Charles smirks at him, and Pierre barely has time to think oh, shit, I know that expression before Charles is surging forward to straddle Pierre’s lap. His hands drop from Pierre’s shoulders to his chest, and then he pushes, just hard enough that Pierre gets the idea.

Shit, yeah, okay, Pierre thinks a little nonsensically as he goes easily, falling back onto the pillows. Above him, Charles smirks.

And oh, fuck. Charles doesn't get like this often, but when he does… those have been some of the hottest nights of Pierre's life.

"Hands on the headboard, please," Charles requests, as sweet and earnest as ever even when they’re like this. Pierre can only smile up at him, feeling stupidly and impossibly fond of the man above him.

"I'm only going to ask nicely the first time," Charles says, and though his voice is still soft, there's a hint of steel behind it now. "Hands on the headboard now, Pierre, before I make you keep them there for the rest of the night."

“Fuck,” Pierre says, the word getting half-caught on a moan as he hastens to raise his arms above his head. Hottest nights of his life, hell yeah.

“Thank you,” Charles says sweetly, leaning down for a quick reward of a kiss as Pierre curls his fingers around the headboard. "Now, close your eyes," he murmurs as he pulls away, his breath hot against Pierre's cheek. "You're going to like this, I promise."

Pierre exhales roughly, but closes his eyes, white-knuckling his grip on the headboard. "Good," Charles breathes above him, and then his weight shifts on top of Pierre, like he's reaching to the side.

"Ah," Charles says somewhere to his left, satisfied, and it takes all of Pierre's self-control not to open his eyes and look immediately. What is it, what is it -

Charles shifts back so he's properly straddling Pierre's thighs again, and Pierre loses track of his train of thoughts immediately as Charles' boxer-clad ass rubs teasingly over his dick.

"Fuck, Charles," he manages, fighting to keep his eyes squeezed shut.

Charles chuckles above him, and then he's leaning down, and there are lips pressed to Pierre's, quick and soft. "Trust me, Pierrot."

And Pierre can only nod, because he does. Of course he does. He trusts Charles with everything he is. He forces his muscles to relax, because much as he hates giving up control in any situation, this is Charles. He would do anything for Charles.

There's a strange sound, then, almost like… a can being shaken? Pierre grips the headboard tight enough that the frame cuts into his skin a little, the slight pain distracting him from opening his eyes.

"Fuck, Pierre, your arms," Charles says above him, voice rough and dark with want. He trails one finger down the flex of muscle in Pierre’s bicep, obviously getting slightly distracted from his original line of thought.

Pierre feels a smirk spreading across his face, lazy and self-satisfied. Even though he can’t see Charles’ expression, he knows that Charles’ green eyes will be dark with want, a little hazy the way they always get when Pierre is bare before him and Charles is allowed to touch. “Like what you see, hmm?”

“I more than like it,” Charles purrs back, continuing the trail of his finger down the length of Pierre’s arm, then down onto his chest and all the way to his abs. He flattens his palm there, obviously admiring the hard planes of muscle beneath his touch, and Pierre has a second to wonder if this is Charles’ master plan for the evening -

Then Charles pulls his hand away, and replaces his hand with a cold squirt of something… airy, and cold, in a line across Pierre’s abs.

Pierre can't help the way his eyes fly open in shock at that. Charles just grins at him, tongue pressed against his teeth and cheeky as anything, a can of whipped cream held casually in one hand. "Hello," he purrs, and then sprays another line of cream in a neat vertical line across Pierre's abs.

“Shit,” Pierre manages, his head falling back against the headboard with a loud thunk as Charles repeats the action a third time.

“A good shit?” Charles checks, momentarily stilling his movements to meet Pierre’s gaze, searching.

Pierre nods fervently. “Good, yeah, yeah, so good. Green light. Fuck.”

“I thought you would like this, yes,” Charles says, entirely too pleased with himself as he sprays another line of whipped cream in a lazy arc over Pierre’s stomach.

“You are so -” Pierre starts, pushing up a little to try and catch Charles’ gaze in a glare, but the words die in his mouth as Charles dips his head and drags his tongue over Pierre’s abs.

Charles looks up at him, then, his green eyes wide and innocent as he swallows, licking his lips to get the last traces of white cream off. “I am so?” he parrots, blinking coquettishly at Pierre.

Pierre is pretty sure his brain has just forgotten how words work. Charles’ innocent smile morphs into a smirk, like he’s saying I thought so.

Fuck. Fuck. He is so full of shit for this, so fucking cheeky, and Pierre is going to get him for it later, he’s going to get him back so well that Charles won’t be able to say anything but Pierre’s name and “please -”

But as it is, Charles has the advantage, and boy, does he use it. He’s almost languid as he licks another long stripe up Pierre’s stomach, lingering in the dips and lines of his abs, and the contrast between the hot of his mouth and the airy chill of the whipped cream is slowly driving Pierre crazy.

To make matters worse, Charles holds the cream in his mouth a little longer this time, parting his lips just enough to show Pierre the white all over his tongue and lips and chin.

“S-shit,” Pierre stutters, the curse fading into a breathless moan as Charles does it again, and again, and again.

There isn’t even any cream left anymore, but Charles doesn’t seem to be in any sort of hurry, leaving licks and nips and open-mouthed kisses all over Pierre’s stomach and abs. He’s clearly enjoying himself, clearly having the time of his life, while Pierre is so hard that he feels like he might explode if Charles doesn’t fucking do something, and soon.

Like he can read Pierre’s mind, Charles starts kissing a line down his stomach, further and further down until his lips are teasingly close to Pierre’s clothed dick, his face hovering just above Pierre’s waistband.

“Hmmm,” Charles hums, one hand coming up to toy with Pierre’s boxers as he leaves another kiss, slow but searing, to the soft skin just above his waistband.

“Charles,” Pierre warns, his hips involuntarily jerking up towards the heat of Charles’ mouth.

Charles chuckles against his skin, moving away just enough that Pierre can’t find any friction, and that’s -

That’s it. That’s the last straw.

Pierre lets go of the headboard and grabs for Charles’ hair in one smooth movement, pulling him up so they’re seated nose-to-nose. “On your knees, right now,” he orders, and he doesn’t leave any room for argument.

Charles moans, long and loud and unabashed, and then he’s scrambling off the bed to do what Pierre says, somehow managing to take Pierre’s boxers with him. Pierre swings his legs over the edge of the bed, and Charles settles in between his thighs, looking up at Pierre with a devious smirk and red, red lips still glistening from how many times he’s licked them tonight.

Charles leans forward, swirling his tongue teasingly over just the head of Pierre’s dick before pulling back to look up at him with a smirk and hooded eyes.

“Fuck,” Pierre groans, and grabs his hair again, pulling hard enough that Charles moans too. He’s close enough that Pierre can almost feel the vibrations of it around his dick, and he has to close his eyes for a moment, breathing hard.

When he opens them again, he knows his eyes will be so dark that the blue will be almost entirely black. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now,” he warns.

“Yes,” Charles says breathily, and then he’s leaning forward, and parting his lips, and Pierre pushes forward, and -

Fuck. Just, fuck. If Charles’ lips and tongue had felt heavenly tracing patterns all over his abs, the feeling of it on his cock is… fucking nirvana. Charles is so good at this, just, so good.

And Pierre could lose himself in the feeling of it, easy, but that’s not who they are.

“I bet you think you’re so clever, don’t you?” he pants, punctuating the words with a harsh snap of his hips, and Charles chokes, a little, and fuck, it feels so good, finally.

“You think you’re so clever, driving me crazy like this all night,” Pierre says, and tightens his grip on Charles’ hair. “Because this is what you wanted all along, isn’t it? Being told to get on your knees and choking on my cock like a good boy.”

Charles moans around Pierre’s dick, and Pierre sees him reach into his own boxers and get a hand around himself, and that - fuck, this really isn’t going to last long at all, is it?

“That’s right,” he grits out, and he can feel himself starting to lose his hold on words and coherency, but he holds onto them with a tenuous thread so that he can finish this for Charles. “That’s right, get yourself off while I fuck your mouth. Are you going to come for me, Charles?”

Charles moans again, and his eyelashes flutter, and that’s it. Pierre comes with a grunt, his hips surging forward in a particularly brutal thrust which Charles takes, easy and easy and easy as the world whites out around Pierre.

Distantly, he’s aware of Charles’ jaw going slack as he comes, too, and Charles must have pulled off at some point as well, but Pierre missed it completely in the blinding force of his orgasm.

“Jesus,” Pierre says, when he’s managed to catch his breath again. “We’re definitely doing that again.”

Charles tilts his head up to look at him, and despite the rough, ruined quality to his voice, he still manages to sound cheeky as he points out, “Well, there’s still a lot of whipped cream left in the can…”

#and needless to say they didn't sleep much that night either <3 #piarles #piarles fic #10 x 16 #myfic #oh god this is definitely the filthiest thing i've posted solid to tumblr #aksjsndhdndbfnf #how do community labels work?? oh god #ANYWAY #sending this out into the world because apparently i truly have no shame left #also sorry that this doesn't contain *quite* as much leclerc tops content as i'd initially planned #i started writing and then things took a complete right turn but i liked it way too much to change it #when charles wants to be on his knees that badly... you have to put him on his knees. public service #kskdjdhdhdhdhdhd i think i'm going loopy #but i DO always say that 2am is the best time to write smut #so here ya go #don't crucify me pls besties x #and uh. please. validate my porn? i guess xD lmao 🙈🥰

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bearbaitbf · 3 months

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c’mere pup. wanna be a good boy ‘n help me out with somethin? just get on your knees, love… that’s a good boy.

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unproduciblesmackdown · 6 months

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also given that the logic of said superiority authoriority is an entitlement to deny someone's personhood & use them as an object for your purposes, from obviously getting to direct what they must do & can't do, to enjoying whatever gratification from lashing out / demeaning which is also going to serve as an affirming exercise in authority when one can do that from an insulated elevated place....a crucial part of whatever form of this violence, from the most nanoscopic triangle in the sierpiński triangle pyramid scheme hierarchy, to the hypothetical largest (zoom in or out to whatever degree: the same shit also), being that indeed the superior parties need the deserved insulation from any Consequence to exerting their superior status, including indeed from having to witness the consequences For the "inferior" parties, such as whatever externalizations of suffering they recognize as such, which either (a) need to be put away (b) are manipulative performances or otherwise exaggerated (e.g. being a pussy / not even having the sense to realize how little suffering they're Really experiencing) or (c) can be fun to witness if you decide you enjoy that as an affirmation of power as per your ability to completely detach from any avoidance of causing pain, harming for its own sake, b/c you Can

all which is to frame how Interesting it is that after all those moments of going "well, they keep bothering with reaction shots of winston noticeably feeling hurt & expressing it, sometimes also verbally. it's like it could be setting up something" it set up Nothing; while once again just like has been done dozens of times a scene just Ends on winston being rejected &/or hurt, no resolution then, no resolution ever, and in the case of 7x03 was so significant an attack that just like in 4x11 when mafee gets to take out his own Loyalty Insecurity on winston while everyone else hangs around in tacit to overt approval, everyone just leaves the room & we get winston staying behind in the Most distant position aaand scene's over! thread's over! david levien get back here after you Liked that 4x12 livetweet of mine pointing out "so see & winston was right anyways??" like....that is: we are given the Perspective of someone who is also now Leaving winston behind, thus immune to the consequences of however that treatment could actually affect him or how he might struggle to deal with that now (who cares! the answer is: Alone) like Whatever, next time we see him he's completely fine now. and i'm just so happening to think that all the little moments of getting to see winston wither & withdraw & etc in reaction to being shitted on was also us being granted the perspective of Gratification that he's punished for speaking or existing or whatever, without it ever going anywhere or mattering beyond that instant. we too are the ones who surely get to relentlessly bully the autistic person & damn if we don't at least enjoy someone getting to go off the rails restoring their ego by doing absolutely whatever they want to him, which just so happens to be perfectly aligned with getting him Back In Line. pull yourself together winston! the only consequences you're experiencing we wanna deal with are the ones where you give us the algorithm we decided we want, actually. and now let's look across the rest of the season where the consequences for wags for being this way (or anyone else for standing by, ready to benefit, with philip bafflingly declaring as well how actually it was brutal in a good way) is approximately fuckall even as of course nobody's pretending he's one of the personal growth guys out here: rian is though, and didn't have to "grow" out of abusing winston or thinking that was fine & good or that of course she's inherently superior! and in the end we have more affection and interest for the Epic Asshole than their Cringe Targets

#yeah once again really appreciate being given the Rewards of that Fantasy of pwning these losers #we get to Glimpse winston going :/ :( b/c that's how we know he was aptly punished for trying to act like he's a fellow person #when we're grabbing his head forcing him back into place in a bigger way it's more important we then dust our hands off & Leave #winston leaving May be that eventual acknowledgment of consequence for w/e scraps of sympathy (pity) billions has for him #but it's made into an episode abt wags w/marked Little care for winston's role & once again Just A Fun Power Trip! for us viewers too!#thoughts amped up from the harmonic resonance of a more zoomed out triangle in the self similar fractal of pyramid scheme hierarchy....#the inferior may be beset w/mass death & violence but um my nice dinner out please?? same No Consequences For The Superior logics #prince shits on winston ep 1? cool! we're giving him a chance. shits on rian ep 12? whoa! whadda hell blunosaur....hang on a minute....#winston billions #how gracious to align us as viewers with the people comfortably shitting on those Beneath Them for kicks & status #and ''pitying'' the Inferior parties doesn't disrupt your superiority so don't worry about that #rian talking to winston like a dog & pitching right in for hurting him via ''he wasn't ever worth listening to But here ya go'' as Pity....#taylor moved away from their being willing to hire him; listen to him; even At All step in even a Tiny bit to insulate him....#towards wanting to forever ignore him & express contempt & tell rian the pitying is Too Much & be right there w/wags in 7x03...?#guess that was just like ''well they can't possibly have an arc of keeping up Any supportiveness / basic recognition of this loser''#but they also don't have to interact w/their own willingness to Insistence on being awful to him either #wasn't even the consequence of [once again we need his epic output...but have treated him like shit?] nah just took it from him :)#anyways; riled. riling times #sure having plenty of firsthand experience with a Refusal to accept like responsibility of produced suffering #there's plenty of room for distress; particularly if translated into irritation/anger; as dismissable to ''haha funny. now anyways''#then there's the option of Resenting whatever evident pain. you can't Tyrannically impose that consequence on Me!!! why i oughta #see also the tyranny of winston Speaking (demanding listening) Being Present (demanding navigation of that) having wants; feelings (NO)....#or you're at more of a loss? you ofc simply get to literally/figuratively walk away :) turning away from winston. ending the scene. shrug #anyways winston is inherently an Other who just so happens to deserve to be Our punching bag & inferior in life yippee wahoo #and by ''just so happens'' we mean clearly Deserves it based on nothing abt what Consequences his actions do or don't have lol lmao #his deserving this inferiority is something more Inherent about him okay lol lmao XD a sentiment unchallenged all 5 seasons he's here #how fun every time rian starts talking to winston with insults & punishment Prompted by his audacity in existing loserishly #what a rollicking episode as wags decides he'll prove his superiority over someone today & everyone claps as he assaults winston. nice!#it was so essential b/c now we can Take his coding w/o having to interact w/him (save 1 meeting just w/sacker!) cool!!! good!!!#lord even knows Where Do I Start Where Do I End It well anywhere & nowhere always & never. the lil topic of ableism & abuse

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