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redzie02 · 12 days

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Jongho is starving for your touch and demands your attention

jongho drabble. previous jongho fic

warnings: none/ jongho is baby bear af/ clingy jongho propaganda/ domestic vibes masterlist

Imagine, you got home a few hours ago. The first thing you did was rid yourself of your work clothes in exchange for comfier ones. A loose fitting tee- that you stole from your boyfriend- and some shorts.

The dishes that were left in the sink after breakfast that morning were quickly washed. Floors swept, tables wiped down. Everything was clean and you were free. Free to do what, exactly? Nothing.

Throwing your body onto the couch, you let out a breath, covering your legs with the plush blanket that was gifted to you many years ago.

You scroll through your texts, replying to any you might've missed while cleaning. You spot a few from Jongho.

2:30 pm jongie♡: i miss you. i wanna go home

2:31 pm jongie♡: hongjoong extended practice :(

2:40 pm jongie♡: helloooooo

2:45 pm jongie♡: hello :(

2:49 pm jongie♡: we leave at 3, u better answer me then :(

It was now 2:59 pm. Your lips tugged downward as you read the messages- you shouldn't have silenced your notifications. Idiot mistake. You were about to type until you saw three little dots appear on the screen. You waited for his text.

3 pm jongie♡: heading home now! ...are u there

You replied.

my y/n: yes! sorry i didnt see your texts earlier, bear :(

jongie♡: did you die

my y/n: no lol i was cleaning. are u tired? hungry?

jongie♡: tired, yes

jongie♡: hungry, not yet. had some snacks :) got u a croissant

my y/n: UGH I LOVE YOU <3 see u when u get here jongie

jongie♡: u only love me cuz i bring u food :(

my y/n: yes :) now hurry

You scrolled through various apps, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of your dimly lit apartment while you waited for Jongho.

It only took 15 minutes before three quick taps from the door interrupted your scrolling. You opened the door only to be engulfed by a pair of strong arms. You beamed into Jongho's chest. "Hi bear."

Still clutching you in his arms, he walked you backward into the apartment, kicking the door closed with his foot. With his head buried into your neck, he inhaled. "Mmm, you smell so good. Why do you always smell so good?"

"Maybe it's cause I steal your body wash." He chuckled. "You, however, smell like you've been dancing for eight hours."

Jongho lifted his head with disbelief written all over his face. "You can forget about the croissant."

"Wait! What I meant to say was that you should get comfortable and you know, put on some fresh clothes and we can relax together while I eat the croissant my amazing, beautiful boyfriend bought me." You fluttered your eyelashes at him. He had a soft spot for you and you knew that. He almost never says no to you.

Jongho sighed and let go of you to reach into his messenger bag. He feigned reluctance as he passed you the brown paper bag containing the freshly baked croissant. "Here. I'll be back."

"Thank you, baby," you pulled him in for a soft kiss, pressing your lips onto his warm ones. His shoulders relaxed under your touch- tension he didn't even realize he held. He almost whimpered at the feeling, sighing into your mouth. He really did miss you. Jongho just about crumbled when you pulled away, heading back to the couch. "I'll be here."

He groaned but trudged himself to your shared bedroom anyway, grabbing clean clothes, and hopping into the shower soon after.

It was the quickest he had ever showered, not wanting to waste any more time without you in his arms. Yet when he returned to the living room, you had barely even glanced his way. You didn't even comment on his wet hair that you liked so much because you thought it was cute.

Jongho was disappointed, to say the least. Sure, you were here, but all your attention had been taken up by your stupid screen. Oh, how he envied the little device in your hand.

With an audible exhale, he lifted your legs, placed them over his lap, then plopped down on the couch. Your croissant was nowhere to be seen, devoured in a matter of seconds, he assumed. Besides the few tiktoks you had showed him, he sat there, staring at the ceiling. His fingers danced up and down your legs. He massaged your calf. His hands snuck their way up to knead at your soft thighs. He even tickled your foot, but nothing seemed to avert your eyes from your phone.

Jongho puffed his cheeks and blew the air out, bored and frustrated out of his mind. All he wanted was you. All he could think about was being wrapped in your embrace, feeling your body heat mixing with his. It made his skin itch with need.

He sat up suddenly. "Do you hear that?"

You locked your phone, listening for anything that may have been out of the ordinary. "What?" You sat up, a little frightened. "I don’t hear anything."

"Exactly. When was the last time we were alone like this? We have the rest of today and tomorrow to ourselves."

"Jongho, you scared me! I thought someone was breaking in or something," you clutched your chest whilst Jongho laughed at your melodrama. You attempted to poke his sides with your foot, but he caught your ankle. "Not funny," you whined. "What do you wanna do?"

"I’m not sure. What are you up for?" Satisfied he caught your attention, he brought your leg up, placing a gentle kiss on your ankle.

"Welp, as of right now? Absolutely nothing." You stretched and let out an ahh and shifted your gaze back to your phone.

Jongho frowned and leaned forward, snatching your phone and stuffing it between the cushions.

“Hey!”

"It’s just me and you and all you wanna do is use your phone! What about me?" His bottom lip jutted out further than before and his eyes were round and shiny.

You would take a picture if your phone wasn’t being squished in the couch.

You held your arms out for him. "Come here."

He tossed one of your legs over his side and settled himself between them, his head now resting on your shoulder. His damp hair lightly grazed your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You threaded your fingers through his dark locks.

"I miss you," he softly spoke.

"I'm right here, baby. I'm sorry I wasn't giving you my attention."

"It's okay, I know- just...hold me." And you did. You wrapped your legs around him and held him as tightly as you could to your body. Tender kisses were placed on his forehead. Your hands refused to settle as they roamed his arms, his back, his face. You felt Jongho's breathing slow down, letting you know that he was falling asleep. You remembered he hadn't eaten dinner, so you gently tapped him a few times.

"Jongho, don't fall asleep, I have to make you dinner."

"No, don't let go. This feels too good." He only snuggled his face deeper between your neck and shoulder, squishing his lips against your skin.

"You have to eat, bear. You've only had what? Breakfast and snacks all day? After hours of practicing the choreos? I love you and I won't let you starve."

"I'd rather starve then let go. I've needed this all day." His words vibrated against your skin, hardly coherent, but you understood nonetheless.

"It'll be quick, I promise, yeah? How does pasta sound?"

He hummed and nodded, slowly getting up. Exhaustion had etched itself onto his face and it made your heart cry out. Before heading towards the kitchen, you leaned down and peppered kisses all over his face. Usually he'd protest at the affection, but he closed his eyes, a small smile forming on his lips. "Just ten minutes, okay?"

a/n: i honestly didnt know where to go with this, i just kept writing lol. reader was hauling ass trying to get that pasta ready btw

#jongho x y/n #ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #ateez fanfic #jongho fanfic #jongho x you #jongho x reader #choi jongho x reader #jongho fluff #choi jongho #ateez #fanfic #redzie02

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do-you-ship-it-polls · 23 days

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Mini ship tournament 1

Let's do something different for today to celebrate 1000 followers! I'll take some of the most popular ships on here and put them against each other and we'll see which one comes out on top.

feel free to vote even if you don't know the characters lol

previously featured propaganda:

Marcille/Falin Where do you even begin with these two like damn. Childhood best friends to lovers? Check. Autism? Check. Marcille willing to do quite the number of things to save Falin? Check. There are many things that you could get into with these two but that would require spoiling what happens in the manga, so uh lets just say the ship will get even more basis in the anime soon ;)

Yosuke/Yu (i'm a liar this one wasn't featured before but I gotta help the poor boys) People have theorized that Yosuke was supposed to be a romance route but that the developers changed their mind, due to unused dialogue that hints at his romantic feelings. It's especially funny because Yosuke is borderline(?) homophobic in the game. Fun fact: I have tourettes and I referenced "don't go... I like you..." so many times that I got it as a tic and now I can never escape this ship. He calls Yu his partner aaalll the time and it's just as platonic partners but I swear there's dialogue where someone says "oh so he's your partner?" and Yosuke replies "no we're just friends". very suspicious

Akechi/Joker These men basically be flirting with each other the entire game it's hilarious

#poll #polls #tournament poll #farcille #dungeon meshi #raeda #the owl house #souyo #persona 4 #kagehina #haikyuu #utenanthy #revolutionary girl utena

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perrysoup · 5 months

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Idk why Tumblr thinks I want to see posts from December by Zionists talking about how innocent Israel is and how it's all Hamas' fault

And I can't help but wonder, what the fuck have I posted or shared that makes it think I believe them? Edit:

Blocked someone on here who replied that Hamas kills its own citizens when:

1) Not a state, what citizens 2) Israel is bombing the areas they told civilians to go 3) Israel has killed it's own people who were fleeing civilians holding white flags because…they thought they were Palestinian citizens 4) Legit just say you don't keep up with anything other that Israeli claims

Listen, I get it, accepting you have been fed lies by your nation is hard. You think I was born disgusted with America? Fuck you think I made it to 10 grade not loving the shit out of my perfect country? You think I didn't get sick satisfaction from my government killing civilians because I was so deep in the "us v them" propaganda that I didn't care? I knew it was bad and treated it like I would a joke.

THAT'S WHERE I AM COMING FROM

You are not a bad person because your country is Your country doesn't have to be you As long as you act in defiance, even in the smallest way, they don't represent you. But if you are okay with what they are doing, or are horrified but won't speak up, it DOES represent you. You can see my blog, repeatedly I talk about how I could do nothing and be golden. White Male Southern Adult I won the genetic lottery. But it's not just about me. It's not just about you. It's about them. All of them. Helping all of them. Loving all of them. And that includes you.

But you can't put others pain to the side because the alternative makes you feel better. You help them when they hurt. You mend them and nurture them. What the US has done, and is doing, is awful. And I genuinely believe that the US should not exist as an entity. I say this, again, as someone who has the world as my oyster as far as current laws and actions go. It's time you recognize Israel did too.

Criticizing your country when it does bad things is not bad. Not criticizing them when they do bad things is.

We can all be free and happy, but not without admitting our failings and working to get better, together.

#Random thoughts #blog recommendations #palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #israel is a terrorist state #genocide #israel #fuck the israeli government #idf is a terrorist group #gaza strip

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worstvideogamesong-poll · 7 months

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Worst Video Game Song Tournament - Round 1 Match 19

Versus - Sonic Eraser

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VERSUS

Neo-Opportunist - Mad Rat Dead

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FIGHT!

I would recommend listening to as much as you can of each song before voting, but how you choose is up to you! Remember to be civil in the tags and replies!

Propaganda under cut:

Versus:

"It sounds like if the worst migraine ever to exist could speak."

Neo-Opportunist:

"who put this sonic song in my rat game. sorry I've never liked this song. too much going on at once. overwhelms me. sorry if this is your favorite MRD song but this song gives me anxiety. sorry"

Feel free to add more propaganda in the tags and replies, or send it to me in the ask box and I'll try to share it as soon as I can!

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faith-nerd · 5 months

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OKAY LET'S DO THIS!

So, yesterday, I put out the idea of doing a VeggieTales Villain Song Tournament inspired by @its-to-the-death doing an every other Villain Song tournament. I've gotten enough interest to be hyped about it, so I'm going to give it a go!

I'm not doing a submission period because there are about 17 total anyway, so we're just doing them all ... I think (sorry if I missed a favorite of yours; give propaganda in the replies and I may revamp the bracket)

There is one Round 1 Competition of 3 since there's not an even bracket. The Bracket was made based on release order and the 3-Way Matchup was randomly selected.

Barring any Changes that may be made, Round 1 will be as follows:

On the Left Side:

Oh no, what're we gonna do? (Where's God when I'm Scared: Daniel in the Lion's Den) vs Busy, Busy (Are You My Neighbor: Tale of Flibber-o-loo)

The Bunny Song (Rack Shack and Benny) vs Keep Walking (Josh and the Big Wall)

The Rumor Weed Song (Larry-Boy and the Rumor Weed) vs Salesmanz Rap (Madame Blueberry)

I Love My Duck/I Must Have It (King George and the Ducky) vs Haman's Song (Esther, the Girl Who Became Queen)

Right Side:

What is up with Lyle? (Lyle the Kindly Viking) vs 113 Years Ago (An Easter Carol)

Temptation (Larry-Boy and the Bad Apple) vs You Know Enough (Pistachio: The Little Boy that Woodn't) vs A Treasure to Behold (The Little Drummer Boy)

The Prince of Ham I Am (Robin Good and His Not-So-Merry Men) vs Freeze, Freeze, Freeze (League of Incredible Vegetables)

I'm Gonna Tear it Down (Celery Night Fever) vs Good for the Grabbing (Veggies in Space: The Fennel Frontier)

Official Round 1 Will be Up on Sunday and each round will be a week voting period. Later today I'll post a poll with my honorable mentions that didn't quite make the tournament to give me some practice making polls. EDIT: IT'S UP!

Feel free to submit propaganda for your favorite songs!

EDIT: If anyone wants to listen to all songs competing, plus alternate versions, plus honorable mentions, here's a YouTube playlist of all of them.

#VeggieTales #VT Villain Song Tourney #veggie tales #big idea

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flamingplay · 3 months

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Just want to put it here because it's painful and I want to share.

Posted about what's going on in my city. The rescue brigade is still trying to find more people under the rubles. For some reasons I rarely post anything in general, including about the war too. So so incredibly many times I hear from people "oh, you're a refugee? Is it still a war there? Kinda all is silent about that". Yeah, it's all silent on your Instagram feed only, you don't read the news. It was silent exactly on social media since 2014 as well.

Yesterday got a message as a reply to my story "didn't international court of justice stop the war there already???". I respectfully answered that not at all. In return I've got... A sentence about the reasons why my country got attacked. And that was a propaganda from the attacking country. The person proceeded with saying that there's a genocide in another country and it should be free first and then all the wars should stop around the world.

How ignorant can some people be? Why do people see the war as just "ah, because another country had a reason X and it's just about soldiers fighting with each other and Civilians casually getting damaged or killed?"???? Are you fucking sane? My cultural heritage got ruined in many cities, these assholes basically hoarded paintings of my country's artists to their country? They bombed the museum in my city. They bombed theatres. They bombed a museum of the artist who's a part of our national identity. They immediately pushed their currency in the cities that were destroyed to the ground. They still push talks about my culture being non existent and language being some suddenly appeared dialect in the villages. They keep hostages. I had to see firsthand the cultural propaganda they pushed on other people and I won't elaborate on that further. Why why why is it always about people who live in other countries and have no one who's in the war zone or experiencing genocide telling the ones who share their pain about what to do and how to feel and what is a priority?

I literally have people at my Uni who are refugees from many countries. No one among them, absolutely no one in real life who faced the war told me how I should feel and why my country got attacked. And I have never told them or pushed on them any talks about my own country. I listened to their experience because they were in pain. I stood in solidarity. I felt their pain. I gave them the biggest hug. We had a minute of silence several months ago and some people were just playing ta or tennis and laughing exactly we were all standing commemorating the victims. One of the people that is exactly from there yelled about the disrespect these teens have to her people. I heard that, I felt that, I tried to convey that apart from these 2 assholes other people hear your pain.

That's it. That's what important to all people affected. Validating the trauma and pain. Not what some people online are doing.

#personal #like imagine what would be if I shared the donations sources.

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jotarosexhusband · 9 months

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ANIME TBOY SWAG BRACKET

alright people. i am going to compile an anime tboy swag bracket. let's find out who has the most tboy swag in all of anime. want your boy in the running? let me know! reply to this post / reblog and put it in your tags, send me an ask, submit a pitch, whatever. i'll be taking suggestions for at least a week! feel free to send propaganda for your boy(s) too. if you could reblog this post to get the word out that would be great!

CONDITIONS:

canon and noncanon trans characters are fine. it's about the swag

"anime" as a qualifier also includes manga and japanese visual novels / video games with an anime art style. special exceptions can be made if it's funny

depending on how many suggestions i get, i may cut characters for whatever reason. no hard feelings!

be respectful etc etc. if you disagree with a character's inclusion, just vote against them!

by nature of taking submissions there will be characters in this bracket from things i know nothing about. just keep that in mind

current (at the time of posting this) list, compiled by myself and a few friends, will be under the cut! Beneath that you will also find a list of all suggestions i will be considering

ones with asterisks are For Sure going on the bracket

reigen arataka (mob psycho 100) *

phoenix wright (ace attorney) *

bakugou katsuki (boku no hero academia) *

trafalgar law (one piece) *

yamato (one piece) *

vash the stampede (trigun) *

roy mustang (fullmetal alchemist)

ling yao (fullmetal alchemist)

shirogane naoto (persona 4) *

higashikata josuke (jojo's bizarre adventure part 4: diamond is unbreakable) *

kujo jotaro (jojo's bizarre adventure) *

nishinoya yuu (haikyuu!!) *

hinata shoyo (haikyuu!!)

kageyama tobio (haikyuu!!)

yato (noragami) *

matsuoka rin (free!)

killua zoldyck (hunter x hunter)

gon (hunter x hunter)

isaac o'connor (paranatural) (included because his parents are sailor moon and irish goku) *

simon (gurren lagann)

soul evans (soul eater)

death the kid (soul eater)

lavi (d gray man)

hikaru & kaoru (ouran high school host club)

megumi fushiguro (jujutsu kaisen)

sumimura yoshimori (kekkaishi)

sanageyama uzu (kill la kill)

lio fotia (promare)

galo thymos (promare)

dirk strider (homestuck) (included bc that's what he would want) *

sasuke uchiha (naruto)

L (death note)

kyo sohma (fruits basket)

kuroko tetsuya (kuroko no basket)

kabru (dungeon meshi)

rin (ao no exorcist)

inosuke (demon slayer)

zenitsu (demon slayer)

shinji ikari (neon genesis evangelion) *

spike spiegel (cowboy bebop)

brock (pokemon)

luke triton (professor layton) *

genos (one punch man) *

apollo justice (ace attorney) *

link (legend of zelda)

ishimaru kiyotaka (dangan ronpa)

SUGGESTIONS:

light yagami (death note) *

dororo (dororo)

portgas d. ace (one piece)

togata (fire punch)

kaoru kurita (wonder egg priority) *

black star (soul eater)

edward elric (fullmetal alchemist)

sigma (bungo stray dogs)

claude (claudine)

yoshioka masafumi (apocalypse no toride)

ciel (black butler)

mafuyu (project sekai)

jesse pinkman (breaking bad) (this was a suggestion that made me laugh out loud. he has to be here) *

sasara nurude (hypnosis microphone)

kamille bidan (zeta gundam)

aki (chainsaw man)

jacuzzi splot (baccano!)

firo prochainezo (baccano!)

miyamizu mitsuha (your name)

casca (berserk)

dazai osamu (bungo stray dogs)

kei kisaragi (black jack)

haruhi fujioka (ouran high school host club)

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blimbo-buddy · 11 months

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Feel free to put propaganda for your vote in the tags or replies

#blimbo rambles #''what about firesand'' it's mid and you know it's mid. shut up.

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sleepy-shutin · 11 months

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@avianadonis sorry, for whatever reason i can't reblog and reply to your post directly even though i'm fairly sure you don't have me blocked, so i'll just screenshot and put it here. if you DO have me blocked, feel free to ignore. if you don't, here's a fair warning: this is kind of long.

for context: this was avianadonis's reply to my post criticizing two of sophie's biggest talking points in a recent post where an anon in an ask criticized her for moving goalposts on discussion of tulpamancy, and refusing to listen to tibetan people when they spoke out on the discussion of tulpamancy and cultural appropriation. i don't agree with everything anon said because some things were wrong, like the location of tibet, but i like that they actually bothered to criticize her for these things.

and well, i'm pretty sure i clearly outlined all of the problems i have with her arguments in the original post i made, which would qualify as my arguments against hers, but sure, i have the day off so i will elaborate further.

my arguments against hers are the following:

a) she's speaking for tibetan people when she doesn't live in tibet or understand the political climate of tibet and what activists in tibet are doing to try and liberate themselves--it's more than likely there are tibetan activists in and out of tibet fighting against the CCP because where there is oppression and propaganda, there are people fighting back against it with everything they've got, even in small and non-violent ways; such as referring to the chinese takeover of tibet not as "the peaceful liberation of tibet" as the CCP refers to it, but rather as "the chinese invasion of tibet". this shows you plain as day how tibetan diaspora view and understand the situation.

you're telling me that she can't listen to tibetan diaspora, (in this incredibly niche discourse, where it may be difficult to find many tibetan buddhists or tibetan people/diaspora on tumblr getting into this discourse, mind you), on how their culture is treated by westerners? all while she's continuously citing a book written by a white woman in the 19-fucking-30s.

she is speaking as a white person, presumably in the west, and speaking for tibetan people, and saying that she can't even trust them on their own issues because of the CCP propaganda.

and yet she, in spite of all this, believes that she has any authority to be speaking for a group of people currently under chinese control against their will, and their diaspora.

that is white saviorism at its finest.

i'm not going to pretend to be an expert on tibet because i'm not. i did a rough wikipedia page read on a couple of things related to tibet and the chinese takeover and went from there.

but what sophie is doing, and i know this because it takes an ignorant person to know an ignorant person, is outright pretending she has more knowledge and understanding than she actually does on the situation, and has decided that the tibetan people, living in tibet or not, are not reliable on what does and doesn't harm them and their culture because of CCP propaganda and because she disagrees with them, then used a vague quote from the dalai lama to justify taking aspects of tibetan buddhism, where she truly has little understanding of the actual practice it comes from.

at this point, i care less about the discussion of the word tulpa itself and more about the racism and white saviorism and pseudo-intellectualism that sophie uses to justify using the word and what that says about the people that follow and agree with her. because jesus fuck, it's kind of horrifying.

and every time a tibetan buddhist comes in and criticizes her, she ignores them because they're anti-endo, or because she assumes they are and labels them as anti-endo regardless of if they are or not.

and b) she's openly admitting to refusing criticism for citing papers that don't support her arguments. at all. be it because they are assuming tulpas/non-dissociative systems exist in the first place without proving it, because they're clearly about complex dissociative disorders and not endogenic systems (and by clearly, i mean outright referring to trauma an dissociation), because they're outright trying to disprove the existence of complex dissociative disorders with the fantasy model, or because they're about psychotic people hearing voices, and the alternative treatments outside of medications to treat the voices, (not herbal remedies; talk therapy and engaging with the voice(s) with a trained professional).

this is all part of a larger pattern with sophie. she bullshits, she pretends to know more than she actually does on these subjects, and acts like she has any ground on which to stand and call herself an authority, and when people have genuine criticism that she can't bullshit against and twist to make herself look smart to her followers, she ignores it. and people eat it up because she seems nice and polite and seems educated, even when responding to horrific vitriol.

nobody bothers to read the papers she cites, nobody bothers to check her sources, they assume that she will do all those things for them and that she is a trusted source without looking into it themselves. i know this because i have had people cite to me papers that are not valid evidence for endogenics existing, (such as the survey that finds people with tulpas have better mental health than they did before, without proving they exist and even outright stating that this survey can't prove they exist), and a friend recently had someone in a discord server openly admit to citing a paper without reading it first. there are carrds compiling "evidence" that endogenic systems exist where the people openly admit to not reading the papers, and very even if they did, they obviously aren't being critical about it because they're acting like a survey that doesn't attempt to prove the existence of endogenic systems somehow proves the existence of endogenic systems.

i can't remember if she still has this paper on her list or not, but someone emailed the author of it and said that not only was her paper not about endogenic systems, she didn't approve of her work being used in this manner because it was about functional multiplicity as a valid healing option for DID alongside final fusion. not endogenic systems.

look, i don't hate endogenic systems. because of the fact that there's a lack of research into whether or not endogenic systems exist and because i choose to believe in the ideology of live and let live, i mostly don't care what endogenics are doing with themselves as long as they're not actually hurting anyone, and while many people have varying definitions of what that means, i personally don't find the existence of endogenic and nondissociative systems to in and of themselves be harmful. i just hate that so many of them are so desperate to prove themselves against the hate that they're becoming ignorant in the face of how science actually works in order to do it.

leaving everything up to one person that they uncritically follow.

many of them are buying into the pattern that sophie has consistently been putting out for a couple of years now, and i find it so disgustingly disingenuous because she's giving many endogenic and nondissociative systems a false sense of hope to prove themselves when that's not what's actually happening; from repeating debunked arguments to citing papers that actively go against what she's saying, to consistently, time and time again, showing us that she has not read a lick of literature on complex dissociative disorders. all the while, ignoring any and all criticism that she can't twist to make herself look good.

all this to say that sophie has a long pattern of pseudointellectualism--pretending to know what she's talking about when she doesn't, and bullshitting herself every which way to make herself sound smart and educated. then, most infuriatingly, refusing to respond to valid criticism that actually bothers to bring her claims into question, and referring to all of her critics as anti-endos whether they actually believe in endogenic systems or not.

so, do you actually have an argument as to why she's correct or are you another uncritical follower of everything she says, who never bothers to bring any of her claims into question?

#post.#syscourse #sophieinwonderland #sorry it's long lol #i have a lot to say on the subject

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inconsistentcharacterizationcomp · 1 year

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Ronin: Inconsistently Characterized?

Submissions propaganda will be here. Feel free to reblog or reply to this post with additional inconsistency in characterization, or to refute it!

See #Ronin Propaganda as a tag.

Bro shows up for the first time in s5 (except apparently he kidnapped a main character between s3 and s4 and sold him on the black market) and during season 5 they give him A WHOLE ARC about redemption “You see I have to be a greedy **** because one time when I was drunk I sold my soul to a ghost and now if I can’t pay him back my soul is gonna be cursed so I have no choice but to be a criminal and cheat people out of their money. I don’t want to hurt you I just don’t want to go to hell. You understand.” He eventually, via his redemption arc, joins the heroes in fighting the bad guys (including the ghost he sold his soul to), claiming that the friendship he had was more important and rescuing civilians. They would not have saved everyone and won the fight without him there ONE SEASON LATER “Hey yeah so I know full well you guys were framed for your crimes BUT I’m gonna catch you and return you to the police for money anyway. Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” MY GOOD SIR. YOU HAD AN ENTIRE ARC ABOUT THESE GUYS BEING YOUR FRIENDS. YOU OUTRIGHT REFUSE TO BETRAY THEM EVEN WHEN THREATENED WITH DEATH BY THE GUY WHO OWNS YOUR SOUL. WHERE IS THIS COMING FROM. WHAT HAPPENED TO BEING A GOOD PERSON (One season later ((the previous season where he made them go to jail got erased by spacetime (((long story)))))) Nice nice he’s friendly with the good guys again and helps them fight the bad guys and is kinda annoying but overall helpful. He breaks his leg helping them and is chill and not resentful about it (Two seasons later) Yayyyy he helps them in the revolution even though it puts him in severe danger yayyy (Three seasons and a special later) WHY IS HE SUDDENLY RUNNING AN EVIL CULT FOR MONEY. DUDE. WHAT IS GOING ON IN YOUR HEAD. WHAT IS GOING ON. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. BRO WHAT THE **** IS WRONG WITH YOU

#character intro #propaganda #ronin ninjago #ninjago #ronin ninjago propaganda

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sewersewersewercouch · 1 year

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I've been seeing a whole lot of enthusiasm for my aquatos playlist so! I will share!

couple of disclaimers before we begin:

some of these songs only a small part of it actually applies, in which case I'll try to specify what part I mean. especially the ones that are from musicals, since they're kinda specific to the context of the musical they're from. also a few of them have been in there for a bit and I don't actually fully remember why I put them there.

if you have any suggestions please lmk! I always love suggestions!

I don't do a background check on every musician I ever listen to, most of these were just things Spotify spit out at me and I went "oh the blorbos!" so if any of these artists are incredibly awful people you can tell me, I probably didnt know

I can't really think of many songs for tala and queepie I'm sorry :(

lastly, if you follow me I know you know this and you know I know you know this. but I figured I'd better say so just in case. yes, some of these song choices touch on the less positive aspects of the relationships between family members. these aspects are definitely there in canon, and not acknowledging them would honestly be a discredit to the complexities of the characters. however, NOTHING I put on this playlist is meant to signify abuse between any of the family members. and, while I can't control what you post on your own time, I ask that you do not imply such in any of the replies, reblogs or tags of this post.

Now let's get into it!

Aquato Family Caravan and The Aquatodome by Peter McConnell, obviously. also I will stand by the fact that the aquatodome is the best version of the meat circus

Becoming the Lastnames by Will Wood--not all of this song works for me tbh because it does kinda feel very "white suburban nuclear family" at times which obviously the aquatos are. none of those. but I feel like the overarching theme of like "I have a complicated relationship with my parents and on the one hand I love them a lot and I want to carry on their legacy but also they have flaws and issues that I'm scared of reproducing" feels like it could be a very realistic trajectory for adult raz

Curses by the Crane Wives--honestly this is one I'm less sure about too. it lives more in my head as a sashamilla song (esp the first verse) but also. I think it could be Dona and Augustus

Father to Son from Falsettos--augustus and raz, obviously. aaaaAAAAAAAAA I'm fine I'm normal

Happy/Sad from the Addams Family musical--another Augustus song. try listening to this while thinking about Augustus and see how long it takes you to start going feral

If I Fail You from Black Friday--look. look you can give me basically any musical theatre dad song and go "Augustus" and I will probably be like "yeah! Augustus!"

Little People from Les Miserables--this gives off Mirtala or queepie energy and I'm not sure which. also I need to alert the world of this song because it's only on the London cast recording that I grew up with and I was horrified to find that it got cut from almost all subsequent productions. which is awful because it's the best song

My Bike by Kimya Dawson--most of it not really, but this specific part:

"I wish my brother could always be happy But because he isn't he is strong just like me He is what I lean on to keep me from collapsing Everyone's relapsing he's the only crutch I need The only god I need twins get in for free"

kinda makes me think of frazie and dion and I can't quite articulate why.

My Mom by Kimya Dawson--yes, I'm putting 2 kimya Dawson songs because this is listen to kimya Dawson right now propaganda. but also I feel like Augustus having to contend with his "mom's" ghosts and the skeletons in her closet, and also I'm sure he's definitely had nightmares about his kids drowning. and also this is such a good song that makes me cry every time I hear it it's so good please listen to kimya Dawson

Pompeii by Bastille--Lucy during the deluge of grulovia, obviously, and like looking back on everything that led her to where she is as she's calling the rain down and the dam breaks. but also I'm kinda thinking of Augustus being. somewhere? and knowing that his parents were at the protests and seeing what was happening from a distance and god I'm sorry for this playlist being so much Augustus I just care about him a lot

Quiet from Matilda--This is another thing that makes me think of Lucy's transformation into maligula but ALSO it makes me think of raz dealing with shit and struggling with his emotions and having kind of a psychic meltdown. like I'm not big on too much angst but also I think he needs to break down a little for his own health. kinda reminds me of this fic which is so good and you should read it

Quit the Circus by They Might Be Giants--Raz. I don't feel like I need to explain this one too much hah

Runs in the Family by Amanda Palmer--I feel like to me this sorta spans across the different generations we see, from Marona and Lucy, to Augustus, to Raz and his siblings and like. The Curse n all

Second Child, Restless Child by the Oh Hellos--YES I am a frazie and dion twins truther, YES this is also a frazie song. I'm saying she's the second child by like 2 minutes so that this song can fit

Siblings by Brian David Gilbert--this is tala and queepie bothering raz when he's doing important psychonauts stuff

Surface Pressure from Encanto--one of the older siblings but to me it's mostly dion

Two Birds by Regina Spektor--makes me think of Raz and Frazie's relationship, i.e. him being more enthusiastic and open about his psychic powers and her being kinda in the closet about it and feeling ashamed. but also for reasons I can't quite explain its also Lucy and marona to me

Unspoken Words by mxmtoon--similar to what I said about Becoming the Lastnames, I think of this as being raz as an adult reflecting on his relationship with his family

Welcome to my Mind by the Hi-Fives--this song will forever be tied for me with the memories of "ok where the FUCK is queepie"

When the World's at Stake from The Trail to Oregon: DONATELLA SONG. obvi the first few verses don't really work but the fucking BRIDGE

"You think that I resent her very being? That maybe I regret her ever needing a mother Is it wrong that I enjoy to right her? I may be rash and overprotecting, not bitter I suppose I could be softer...

I can do better Hold you closer I'm learning that As I grow older I'm the one to forgive"

to the 11% of voters who love Donatella, the 25.3% that like her, and the 13.2% on whom she grew, this song is my gift to you. if you ever see Bad Dona Characterization and want to scream just listen to this song and think about her and aaaaaaaa

#psychonauts #aquato family #razputin aquato #lucrecia mux #marona aquato #augustus aquato #donatella aquato #dion aquato #frazie aquato #mirtala aquato #queepie aquato

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jester-showdown · 1 year

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not gonna reblog the post because i don't want to put the person on blast but if you do not want to be blocked maybe don't act agressive and threaten death on people. i literally mentioned on my first post that if i feel you're being unpleasant i will block you.

[ID tumblr post that reads: (Rule) 5. this tournament is for fun, so please be nice. dont shit on a character or their fans on posts. lighthearted banter is ok, but if you're being mean im blocking you./End ID]

i am not responsible for ""voter suppression"" for blocking one guy. you are still free to vote cicero and spread propaganda about him.

if you have anything against the way im running this poll, you can always create your own jester tournament. i doubt i'm the first person to do this anyway

i will not speak about this anymore or reply to the people they've sent after me but don't be a dick and you're good. it's simple

#reminder #not polls

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worstvideogamesong-poll · 4 months

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Worst Video Game Song Tournament - Round 3 Match 3

The Yoshi Clan - Yoshi's New Island

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VERSUS

Mansion Basement - Resident Evil Director's Cut

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FIGHT!

I would recommend listening to as much as you can of each song before voting, but how you choose is up to you! Remember to be civil in the tags and replies!

Propaganda under cut:

The Yoshi Clan:

"the ass band will play a song of farts to celebrate your failure"

"#FUCK YOU YOSHI"

"#yoshi sounds like suck"

"#YOOOOOOOOSHI CLAAAAN!!!!!!!! #ok im gonna complete my santa review before getting to my ten page essay on why i love yoshi clan. yea that shit bad #i accidentally started it playing in two tabs at different points of the video which was honestly really fun. i recommend tryin that esp wi #bad songs really adds smthn to the exprience. it was awesoeme #it also just sounds the exact type of awful that that video image implies which is cool. its so perfect. it sounds ass #but. what it can not beat. is my favorite of all time. my darling love. it is time to begin my sermon #ok so yoshi clan is just so beautifully terrible. and truly the whole soundtrack is an orchestra of bad design. and its so fun to look at #that really nice professional looking art for the game and get BLASTED with kazoo #and like. i understand the thought process. kazoo does seem silly goofy yoshi. and it also sounds like a chorus of pain #now this song specifically has some really great awkward pauses. at 0:16 theres like a full 3 seconds of silence. which is SO cool #then the hot cross bun bit that ends at 0:27 gets so sad and deflated at the end of it. like it starts off in time but then clearly the #soloist got kinda embarrassed alone and so rushed and got really quiet. and its just so sad and lonely. its so cool #also some of these pauses have a couple lone far away kazoo squeaks for no reason before the 'melody' comes back in? awesome #but what i really really love about this. what really draws my eye. is the ending. because we go through this entire rigamarole with the #worst secondhand embarrassment of my life. then. 0:43. the kazoos move out. and in. the most genuinely awesome groovy drum beat in the worl #like its SO good. and those last few seconds are like you're in a different world. like you just survived horrors and you are brought to an #angelic chorus. and it lasts what 5 seconds? 5 seconds of beauty after a full 40 seconds of purgatory. in what world do horrors live foreve #while an angel can last for only a flash #its cruelty. its injustice. its completely ingenious. incredible music making. i am in such awe. #anyways thats my manifesto. please feel free to put any of this in the propaganda section op. im passioante"

Mansion Basement:

"this song fucking sucks. i love it."

"[Mansion Basement] is literally what letting my cat walk over my keyboard set on some particularly bad trumpet sample feels like. Spectacular"

"#This is so funny #Who made mansion basement?? #It's so sad!! #And pathetic!!"

"#whaat the fuuuck is up with [Mansion Basement]"

"#like NOTHING can compare to mansion basement #what the FUCK"

"#the mansion basement made me cry #ithink i know who the winner here is #🎺🔥🔥🎺🔥🎺🔥🎺🔥🎺🔥🎺🔥"

"#[Mansion Basement] THO HEEEELP.??? BABY ON FL STUDIO TRYING TO PLAY MARIO UNDERGROUND THEME...."

"#resident evil is a joke song for clowns"

"#I'M NOT LISTENING TO THE OTHER ONE I KNOW FOR A FACT IT'S MANSION BASEMENT #THE STORY BEHIND IT IS WILD TOO SO THAT'S AN AUTOMATIC WIN BABBBEEEYYY" (pollrunner's note if anyone knows what the story is please tell me i am dying to hear about it)

"#i saw the title of this post and literally IMMEDIATELY thought of mansion basement #felt emotionally validated when i saw it was an option #i love that song #in the worst way #like a drunk zombie looking for its keys in an orchestra"

"#im fucking obsessed with mansion basement. sweep"

"#what the hell that is not a real resident evil song #did they really just make that and put it in the game #what"

"#I ACTUALLY LIKE THE BASEMENT SONG because it perfectly captions how like- #the sneaky suspicion of getting diharrea feels"

"#fart basement ofc"

"#Mansion basement is objectively the funniest song ever"

Feel free to add more propaganda in the tags and replies, or send it to me in the ask box and I'll try to share it as soon as I can!

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Is it possible(in your opinion) to write a villainous character with free will(free will as in "You could have done things differently", not some dumb idealized version of free will as in "You could have done a 180 in 1 second") who comes across to most of the audience(even if the audience doesn't admit it) as someone who's not morally accountable for their actions? A character whose notions of right and wrong are so radically different to the average person that you reasonably could say to that character, "You couldn't have lived a more moral life with the experiences you had, therefore you didn't have the free will to be able to do better and you're not morally accountable for the things you've done"(If by "free will" you mean "You could have lived a more moral life with the experiences you had"). Would a feral child who was literally raised by wolves qualify?

Before actually responding to this I'm going to preface by saying that this will be the end of the discussion. I am not running a discourse/meta blog. This is a fic and shitposting blog with some serious mini-metas sprinkled in.

I've stepped away from discourse back in 2020 for many reasons and I think that I've been doing good at sticking to that. I'll answer asks inquiring about my opinions every now and again. But I am not interested in debating over fictional characters anymore. Not with the fandom atmosphere being the way it is. That said I do feel like this is stepping into debate territory.

On top of that it meta/debating is a time commitment. It takes me about a half-hour to an hour to reply to these asks (and asks like them) as I try to be thoughtful about my responses. And that hour is without proof reading and taking the time to present my points in an organized fashion. I just don't have the time to put into doing that. I would rather spend that hour working on fics.

All of this said, this isn't a personal attack. It's kind of just a general housekeeping thing and I'll probably add a little something like this to my pinned post or blog bio.

So to address the actual question in mind. I was kind of thinking about these asks last night and came to realize exactly why I've been having trouble answering these asks.

It's because I'm trying to discuss my opinions that operate within a framework that you set up. I don't mean this in a hostile or accusatory way. Just in a way to say that my thoughts on this are particularly unorganized because I've been trying to discuss this in a way that I don't normally, using phrases that I don't normally use.

My bottom line is that I think that Azula is a very conflicted and complex character. I think that she was raised with a skewed sense of right and wrong. I don't think that she is born evil. I think that she is the product of her environment. I think that she knows that some of her actions were wrong (the ones regarding personal relationships and fear as a tactic in those relationships) but she thinks other actions (the political and war related ones) were the right thing to do because of how she was raised. I think that everyone has some sense of right and wrong and I've always believed that people are born neither good nor evil; they're a blank slate and environment and experiences help shape a person's sense of right and wrong. Everyone has a different sense of what that is--what is right to someone is wrong to another person and that's what makes this whole argument so complicated. Azula is smart, she has her opinions but she is so young that a lot of her opinions and worldviews are still heavily influenced by people that she looks up to and the propaganda that she has been exposed to.

This whole 'free will' aspect of the argument is way too philosophical for my blog. It's a discussion of it's own and I believe that we would have to have a much longer and separate conversation about what I think free will means. A conversation that doesn't have the extra fluff of fictional characters. And this is not something that I'm interested in discussing because I don't run a philosophy blog and I don't think that anyone really wants to sit through Bella's philosophy class. I am, in fact, not a philosopher lol.

So the aforementioned are my opinions on Azula and her sense of right and wrong. Place that where you will on your no free will to all the free will spectrum. Likewise you can place that where you please on your 'Azula knows better' spectrum.

In terms of accountability I will just reiterate what I said; Azula should be held accountable but her punishment shouldn't be cruel. The other trap that I fell into was trying to justify my reason for thinking the italic statement based on your discussion of whether or not Azula has free will when that is not how I came to decide that she should be held accountable but fairly so. I think the above statement not because of I think that Azula has or doesn't have free will but because of her age and because I simply think that everyone deserves a chance to change, heal, and grow regardless of whether or not they had free will or the life experiences to make better choices. The whole point of healing and redemption is that the person, for whatever reason, made mistakes and bad choices that require growth. And growth and healing can only be done if the accountability/repercussions are fair and offer a chance to learn.

So to answer the new question; it is absolutely possible to write a realistic, multi-faceted villain. I do think that it is possible to write a realistic villain who has free will. I believe that it is possible to write any type of character.

This statement also operates under the assumption that I see Azula as evil or a villain. Which I do not. She is an antagonist for sure. She's a mean person, yes. But I don't think that she's evil. I think that Azula's character is far too black and white to be classed as evil or good. I think that most people and characters (the best written ones imo) are written in shades of grey.

Regarding the feral child statement, I kind of don't know why this was bought up. Azula isn't a feral child, she was a highly educated child living in a palace in the middle of a big city. I do not know enough about the psychology of feral children to talk about feral children. And again this requires a discussion about non-fictional people and topics and that's just not what this blog is about. Bringing this in just feels like a tactic to complicate an already very complicated discussion that is beyond the scope of the type of discussions I usually have regarding fictional characters and just on this blog in general.

TL;DR this discussion is just very complicated and has so many layers. At the end of the day I just like Azula, I see her as a confused child who could use love and healing. I have many ideas about what influences her choices and a lot of them have to do with how Fire Nation politics and her father influenced her, her need for perfection, and so on. And I feel like there are a vast many ways that a redemption/healing arc could go for her. There isn't one single right way to go about giving her a redemption arc that holds her reasonably accountable, but several right ways. Likewise there are several wrong ways. And all of it is subjective.

Those are my opinions feel free to interpret them how you will and place them wherever you feel like placing them in a discussion about free will.

And finally, to close, I do mean this in the most respectful way. And I don't intend for this to come off as condescending or harsh if it does. Mostly, I'm trying to establish what I think is a reasonable boundary on my blog. Thank you for opening up a discussion and for listening to my opinions without being judgemental. But I am going to put an end to this one now.

#avatar the last airbender #azula #azula discourse #azula meta #discourse

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senorincognito69 · 2 years

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46 - Lady Krampus' naughty list (Monthly tale - 46)

(Woman into donkey)*

Metamorphose Aesthetics: Season 2

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The secretary was busy standing on a chair, putting up the office Christmas decorations. Simone, for her part, wasn’t doing anything else other than sitting with her legs crossed at a desk enjoying a cigarette. An hourglass figured, freckled bombshell, she was a tall white young woman with plenty of curves. A large rear that was her pride and joy, fantastic breasts and long brown hair. Wearing black high heels, stockings, a long grey skirt and a teasingly transparent blouse.

Simone took a long drag from her smoke and continued bitching.

“I just think it’s quite hypocritical on your part,” she replied. “I never got anything I wanted for Christmas as a kid, so, obviously, I don’t like the season. You on the other hand probably always got everything you wanted, which is fine, but why do I have to be forced to pretend to be nice? Why do I have to be forced to participate in your collective festive delusion?”

The secretary sighed.

“Holy Santa, I only asked you to hold the chair! You are absolutely insufferable sometimes!” the woman sighed. “Most of the time actually! Also your argument sucks!”

“It sucks… or is it just that you don’t want to admit when you’re wrong?” Simone pointed at the struggling secretary with her cigarette. “Christmas is bullshit, just cooperative propaganda. I’m sorry to be the Grinch, but someone had to break it to you.”

“What are… Wait…Have you even read the Grinch?”

Simone shrugged.

“Nah, not really.”

“We work for a children’s book publisher, Simone! Geez, like, it’s okay if you don’t like Christmas but that’s no excuse to be an absolute ass to everybody!”

Simone had stopped paying attention, leaning back at the desk she saw a very expensive Mercedes arriving in the parking lot through the window, with a smirk across her lips she stubbed out the cigarette in a nearby plant pot.

“Yeh, yeh, whatever…” she said, getting up. “Look, the lesson here is that magic elves aren’t gonna give you anything for free, you have to get it yourself!”

Simone slapped the secretary’s butt as she walked out, the poor woman almost fell off the chair.

“You are such a jackass!” the secretary cried into the distance.

Shaking her hips and making her heels click on the hard floor, Simone walked down the office, attracting the looks of some of her coworkers, but she didn’t care, not about them anyhow, she had other goals in mind. By the time the boss arrived at his office she was already there, leaning against his desk with her hands in the waist.

“Hi, there, Mister Boss,” she greeted him sensually.

Her boss froze at the door.

“Hi… Simone…” he babbled, slowly.

“Do you like the decorations?”

“Oh? Ah, yes, you all did a wonderful job with… that thing… What… What are you doing in my office?”

“Nothing, just wanting to ask you about that raise I clearly deserve again. I had the feeling you were trying to avoid me, Mister Boss, so I want your undivided attention.”

“Simone, w-we already talked about it, it’s just not possible right now…”

“Aren’t you even gonna listen to my counter-offer?”

“Counter-offer?

Simone showed her back to the man and, effortlessly and shamelessly pulled down her skirt, exposing her round buttocks.

“I’m not wearing panties,” she clarified.

“Simone, please… I’m… married…”

“Why do you say that every time, Mister Boss?”

“I…”

Her boss was helpless, almost frozen, before that ass, a hardon building up inside his pants. With obviously malicious intent Simone proceeded to pull up her skirt, so it ended up rolled around her waist, she leaned over the desk.

If she had a tail she would have lifted it high up.

“Then, boss, are you gonna give me a ride or are you gonna make me leave? It's cold outside, it’s a very cold winter… Are you gonna let my poor butt freeze, stud?”

There wasn’t anything else to be said, that ass had to be kept warm.

The door of the office was closed, his penis was freed from his pants. Soon Simone had to hold herself to the desk as the man pumped her… and she loved it. Truth was she was used to getting what she wanted, and what she wanted, more than the money or the attention, was the lust.

Sex.

Turning men into her play-things, being the dominant one, the one with the power, in control… the breeding… Her tongue pushed out as the man began to play with her tits, she had thought that if she could have her life be just this she would gladly take it all so many times….

Some might have said that it was sort of contradictory and that it was a path set for disaster.

Others were taking notes.

Not just the secretary earsdropping behind the door, listening once again to the sexual rutting with a blush in her face.

But far, far away, up north… where the land was covered in snow…

The fireplace was crackling, keeping Lady Krampus’ office warm. It was a busy day, the mother of all winters was finishing up her list and there was still plenty of room for some naughty girls… such as Simone.

Lady Krampus was almost surprised when the sudden echo of the woman’s raw orgasms reached her ears, followed up by chuckling and the voice of a panting man asking something about a Christmas party. That was all, Santa’s wife didn’t need anything more, she picked up one of her pens, the vixen one, and wrote down Simone’s name on the list, between Jessica, a bad mother set to become a nice gift, and Olivia, who’s obnoxiousness was going to turn her into a penguin. Unrepentantly fucking her married boss for the seventh time, it would be the last bad deed Simone would ever be allowed to commit… as a human at least.

December the twenty fifth swiftly arrived.

The Christmas party was at Mister Boss’ house, when Simone arrived, wearing a skimpy Santa dress, she greeted her lover’s wife with two kisses on each cheek. Simone didn’t intend to stay for long, just long enough to grab some food and booze and then leave for a real party,the kind she liked because they were more about sex than Christmas.

Her plan was abruptly halted in the weirdest of ways: There was a gift for her under the tree.

A gift that nobody knew where it was from. Every other party-goer and the owners of the house all claimed and swore they had no clue how that gift was there, but what was obvious and clear is that the gift was for Simone.

“Come on, Simone, open it! It’s the easiest way to figure out who's your secret admirer!” the secretary chuckled, who had very low tolerance for booze and had drunk half a glass of champagne.

Everybody agreed in a very democratic way that the rationale was correct, everybody except Simone, but her opinion didn’t seem to matter much and after some nagging she agreed, feeling annoyed.

“Okay!” she grunted. “I will open it! But if it’s a joke I’m gonna be pissed!”

She knelt down near the tree and, with everyone at the party’s attention focused on her, and with the feeling it was a terrible idea, she opened her first ever Christmas gift… if you believed her stories…

The only thing she found inside was a letter.

Simone didn’t read it out loud, it was a personal letter for her, but when she read down what was written on the paper it was as if something was whispering right into her ear.

“Dear Naughty Girl

Santa’s Wife wishes you Merry Christmas, because they are your last ones as a human.

‘This night you shall become an ass, by next year the breeding stall will be your whole life

Take care and enjoy the braying

Lady Krampus“

Her surroundings became silent as Simone read the letter, she read it a couple more times with her eyes wide open… and her heart burdened..

“It's a letter, isn't it?” the secretary asked, breaking the short moment of odd tension with giggles. “What does it say? Come on, don’t make us wait! Is it something kinky?”

Simone clenched her fist around the paper, crumpling it into a ball.

“Very fucking funny, Olivia!” Simone yelled, getting up. “Amazing gift!”

The party gasped.

The secretary blinked, drunk and confused by that sudden attack.

“Excuse me?” she babbled. “I didn’t put that gift there…!”

“Yeah, sure, of course! If you are jealous because I have a sex life there’s less stupid ways to tell me, you dry cunt bitch!”

“I’m not…! Simone… What did it say in the letter? Are you alright?”

Simone wasn’t alright at all, a heat was building in her groin, but she didn’t want the help of any of the people at the party. Her eyes watered slightly as she felt the pressure of their stares.

“Fuck you all!”

Like a winter wind she stormed out of the house, upset beyond reason, not even picking up her coat and with the letter squeezed in her fist. Outside she tore apart the letter and screamed at the night sky.

She didn’t feel cold.

The echo of dozens of parties surrounded her in every direction, and she wanted to go to them, to fuck… but that letter had spoilt everything…

Instead, completely frustrated, she managed to make it back to her apartment. Stipping completly naked Simone crawled on top of her bed, the cold sheets didn’t calm the warmth growing in her pussy.

“Fuck Christmas…” she barked. “I’m not an ass!”

Rolling around, feeling nervous and uncomfortable, she tried to sleep and forget… but the oniric realm didn’t offer any escape from Lady Krampus’ grasp…

She wasn’t a donkey…

She was a queen, a dominatrix…

Hair tied into a tall ponytail, wearing dark latex, a whip in her hands. Not just dominant, but a dominatrix.

Her sex-pet was already tied up and gagged on the bed.

“Do you want mommy to teach you a lesson, foal?”

Why did she use that word? Foal? The dream-thought floated in the mist of the dream until the sex-pet gurgled eagerly that he did indeed want his mommy.

Simone smirked, cracked her whip and began to play with her toy. Teasing with her harmless weapon, touching, pulling, slapping… His cock was out and it was very, very hard…

She chuckled.

“Look what you did, you got all stiff!” she grabbed and squeezed the man’s balls. “What am I supposed to do now? Lick it?”

A slap of the whip.

“GNNNNNNNGHHHHHHHH!”

Smirking, Simone knelt down in front of the cock… her heart was beating hard, now it was a donkey’s cock… Tall, muscular, tubular, pink… Her mouth watered, opening, her head shook…

“N-no…! No! No…!” Simone mumbled in her bed.

Rolling around naked, horny, trapped in her dreams.

“I’m not an ass…! I’m not an ass…! I’m not… a naughty jenny…!”

She stretched herself, powerless to stop the overflowing lust. Her pussy was so hot it could very well have been glowing. In desperation, between the realm of the dramatic and the reality of the flesh, Simone tried to regain any semblance of control.

Standing up, walking away from the jackass’ dick.

She was…

An equestrian…

Wearing tall boots and tight pants wrapping her ass, she was a horse rider, the owner of the stables. No beast of burden, but a tamer of the equine.

“I’m a stallion rider… not…” she gulped. “A stallion’s ride…”

An echo reached her ears, her heart was bouncing inside her chest once more. Feeling afraid, she looked around… the door out to the backyard…

Simone slowly opened it…

She saw the meadow on a hill, sheep grazing, too many to count, but not a single horse on sight.

The echo hit her ears again.

The braying.

Two grey furred donkeys were up there on the grassland, a jackass… and a jennet…

Eyelids opened wide when Simone saw the male’s cock coming out, the female having completely stopped her trotting, waiting for him. The big equine penis… Simone froze… she was completely naked, both in the bedroom and in the meadow…

With a quick hop the jackass mounted the jenny and began to do what was just natural to them: Mating, breeding.

They rutted there in the wild, unashamed, unapologetic, unshackled, just as beasts are meant to. Braying at full intensity.

Simone’s eyes watered, her lips shook… a whisper came out of her heart…

“I… I wanna…”

Horror clenched her body as soon as the dream caught her confession. She dropped to her knees, then onto all fours, a rush of panic.

“No! NO! That’s wrong! I didn’t! I’m no beast!” she cried.

But she couldn’t stand up as a person, she couldn’t deny the heat any longer. Rolling around crazily on the bed, covered in the salt of sweat and tears. The shadow of the jackass on top of her, the ache in her muscles, her pussy reaching orgasm.

“I’m a…! I AM A…!”

Her breath quickened.

Animalistic fear.

She saw herself… black brown fur…

Then…it left her throat…

“AM AAAAAAAAAAW! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAW! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAW! HEEEEEEEE HAWWWWWWW! HAW! HAW! HAW!”

Simone lifted herself up on top of the bed, fully awake as if a mule had kicked her out of her dreams back to reality. She cried, brayed, touching her body, pulling her hair.

“NOOOOOOOOOH! I’m not a freaking ass! I’m not! I’m a noOOOTH! HOOOOOW HEEEEEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOH!”

Her teeth bucked out of her lips as she brayed in frustrated panic. Her ears tingled and rampantly stretched, covered in fur, black brown fur, migrating to the top of her head where she grabbed and pulled them down in front of her eyes.

Pupils stretched horizontally.

Donkey ears.

“THIS IS NOT HAPPENING TO ME! NOOO! FUCK CHRISTMAS! FUCK CHRISTMAS! AAAAAAAAANGHHHHHHHHHH!”

A pinch of pleasurable pain made her pause from grabbing her long flexible ears when her hands flew towards her butt. Squeezing her buttocks she lowered her ears, trying to look behind her… a patch of fur sprouted above her ass, then a tail erupted out of her spine.

“HEEEEEEEEE HAW! HEEEEEEEEEEEE HAW!”

The tail swung left and right, then lifted up, a turf of hair sprouted at the end as Simone’s womanly vagina and anus were reformed into the beastly equine.

Impotent, incapable of doing anything else, she leaned forward over the bed, stretching as her legs were stretched, covered in more fur. She bent her knees, raising her legs, curling her toes in a vain attempt to stop their transformation into hooves.

It didn’t work.

Donkey legs from which fur quickly climbed towards her knees. Her arse expanding in size and mass. Simone put a hand over her feverish forehead, softly sobbing, grunting, snorting.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw…” a short moment of serenity in the metamorphosis that was followed up by a louder snort. “I DON’T haaaaw WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Bone twisting pain, then cracking noises. Her shoulders lengthened forwards, then backwards. With great effort she pulled herself to the edge of the bed and dropped down, heavy and blunt.

She attempted to get up.

“Heeee haw!”

Only to drop back down onto all fours. The increasing mass of her rear made it’s weight almost unbearable and that was even without taking into account the itchiness of the growing coat of thick fur. Her tail tensed, her back hooves clopped and slid across the floor as she bent her back, permanently locked into a quadrupedal pose.

“HEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Behind her her whole body was completely consumed by the changes, the hairy butt of a jennet.

A donkey’s ass for the ass she was meant to be.

Simone looked behind and saw the sorry state of her butt-area. She was growing and expanding, way beyond her human form. Her belly swelled and became round, her breasts shrank and slid towards her crotch, to become fat black teats, a straight line of hair, that of a donkey’s mane, grew from the centre of her human hair.

She finally broke.

“PLEASH! Please! No moreeeeeeeeEEEEEEEH!” she begged with a deepening voice. “I haaaaw learnt! Will no beeeeeee nautgheeeeeeey nhowmore! I sweaaaaar! Iiiiii SWEAAAAAAAAAR! SWEEEEEEEEEEH HAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!”

But, deep down, she knew it was pointless to complain, even more so after she felt her jenny clit wink in horny anticipation. If she didn’t want this end she wouldn’t have gotten herself onto Lady Krampus’ list to begin with.

Yet, there was one thing her rightful punishment couldn’t rob her of, because if her fate was to be a donkey she fully intended to express her frustration as what she was becoming.

Kicking and jumping in direct confrontation with the end of her humanity. Simone bounced all over the room, destroying the bed, cracking wood with her head, smashing glass with her hooves.

Braying, braying without pause.

“HEEEEE HAW! HEEEEEEE HAW! HEEEEEEEEE HAW!”

She lifted her backside, standing on her hands, to hit a lamp with one of the kicks, and as she did it, those hands became her other pair of sturdy hooves.

Her neck lengthened and bulked, her ribcaged barreled.

A last brutal bray.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Simone’s head cracked, her skull pushed forward, stretching her face into a muzzle at the same time everything was consumed by the fur… her voice and the silhouette of her shadow lost any trace of the womanly…

In the end, only an angry brown furred female donkey remained in the bedroom.

A jenny.

An ass.

The beast kept braying and destroying until she was exhausted and by that time animal control, alerted by a worried neighbour, were already there. The professional animal catcher had no trouble guiding the tired donkey out of the house despite her best efforts to avoid it.

It was pointless defiance, humans can’t understand braying.

She was soon checked over by a veterinarian, certified as a healthy adult jenny and, eventually, because it couldn’t have been any other way, she was sent to a farm to live among her kind. It was an annoying surprise how easily she found herself adapting to the routine of the farm. It was simple, natural, not so different from the office… she fit in so well that she seemed to have been born to it, which was comfortably mortifying.

Perhaps ironically there was only one aspect of her new life she tried to avoid for as long as she could.

Mating.

Despite the kind of woman she had been, as an ass she avoided the males like they were a scourge at that point the farmhands noticed it, mocking the poor jenny and giving her a few unsavoury nicknames.

But even though she held out as long as she could, that could only mean that some months later, in due course, she found herself in the breeding stall, where she could no longer avoid either the male, nor her body’s needs.

Every inch of her flesh wanted it and the jackass was surprisingly gentle, by the standards of jackasses at least. A smooth and enjoyable experience during which she was nothing but a jenny, a lustful jenny in heat taking the weight of her male and the load of his cock without a single hint of remorse. Yet, after the deed… it was still a bittersweet thought to swallow that any hope of walking again on two legs were shattered by the best orgasms of her life…

The first of many more equally good ones.

One year later winter came back, to nobody's surprise, with the cold early morning light shining across the snow the jennet moved out of her stall, a trick only she was able to pull off, to calmly walk down to the field. She had gained some weight, but most of the swelling in her belly was a product of her pregnancy.

Naughty office girl Simone was apparently completely forgotten, if some folk had maybe cared about her disappearance, their complaints hadn’t lasted long. Even the jenny herself had trouble remembering her previous self.

Her heart knew that even if she did have a chance to be Simone again she would most likely reject it, because being Simone now seemed just too much of a hassle.

She stopped to contemplate her life, soon it would be December Twenty Five again.

Her first one on the farm.

Her first one as no longer human.

Lady Krampus had told her no lie, her life had indeed become the breeding stall and even if she certainly enjoyed that…

The jennet still didn’t like Christmas one bit.

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