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sadaholicbitxh · 2 years
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i’m $50 short for my car payment and idk what to do, working in a factory is great until you’re down to three days a week and struggling to eat so you don’t lose anything you need 😭
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charmac · 2 months
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Yup, Mac actually fucks Dennis
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xxfrankiesteinksxx · 20 days
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small details in the dnpc video no one is mentioning
okay, look, i'm gonna admit it, i'm a game/film theory girly and a whore for lore, so i pick at details i shouldn't be picking at, so here's some things i see in the video that i don't see being mentioned in theories/analyses. also keep in mind my brain consists of a single cell encapsulated in aspic (i know what the actual deeper meaning is this is just a bit of fun for me)
the thing underneath the piano - the camera falls off the piano in one scene and something (i still cant figure out what exactly it might be) is visible, oddly clear-looking for something underneath a broken piano in shoddy lighting (actually looking at it again it might be a corpse, is it possibly phil's old body?)
dan telling phil not to film him drawing the sigils but phil still filming - you might be able to also throw in the part where phil screams "NO" when the camera's on him sitting in the corner; they don't seem to want things to be filmed but it feels like they're obligated to record everything to some extent
phil's very explicit control over dan - this is to the point where he even has to tell dan what and what isn't food, and takes away water privileges for some reason (btw this is your reminder to drink some water) and overall very demanding tone when instructing him
SOFT AND NEAT - there's a lot of reinforcement of this, its clearly a joke but i'm overanalytical and will blatantly ignore this. there's heavy hesitation with any sharp object around them (when dan has to cut his hand, kill phil, take out phil's heart, mentioning razor blades when using the shaving foam)
dan still primarily uses his left hand - people have mentioned how he's been "fixed" but him using his right hand seems to be performative since he pours most things, mixes with his left hand, and even primarily uses his left hand to spread the blood (plus he never sacrificed himself unlike phil who seems to have died in potato stamps and been resurrected with perfect vision) there's also old superstitions that being left-handed means you're somehow cursed by/connected to satan, speaking of which...
dan has a much better connection and the ability to communicate directly with Him - he seems to be a conduit, possibly being used by phil to properly perform anything (which also probably helped with his resurrection and eyesight improvement), he has uncontrollable actions from time to time
the sigils themselves - what do they all mean? what could they mean in a bigger, symbolic context? anyone that understands them pls explain to my aspic brain
the entire place fucking burns down after the ritual is complete and they're embraced by Him - it's clear at least to me that the shed is set on fire at the end of the video, cutting off further possible footage
dan doesn't put blood on phil's forehead during the ritual - might've just been a slipup during filming but we also dont see the blood dan put on his own forehead once he arrives and theyre all standing up in the pentagram
also just a couple fun facts:
the number on the case file when converted to corresponding letters of the alphabet spell out "satan"
what dan says in his reversed clip is just "thanks!", nothing is really said in the reversed clip of phil opening the shed door its juts kinda a random noise someone made
Aaaaand some misc nonsense crackpot theories/ideas/thoughts/brain vomit that my brain keeps me awake at night with (optional reading):
if the demon taking them at the end is actually baphomet and not just some generalized idea of satan, then "mother" could be another way to refer to "him" since baphomet is portrayed as having both female and male characteristics (bobs n pennies)
personally this is scarier/more unnerving than the actual blair witch project for some reason
my bathroom sink is the one sink you cant ship
i want a dapc for those dolls they hung everywhere
is cataloguing all of the ritual setup part of the craft channel's purpose?
what was the reason for summoning him? did they bring him to our plane of existence to just let him absorb these two brink-of-twinks and then use their gay power to torment the straights?
oh that rope is just his belt thing not rope tying dip and pip together
i think this is a good wrap-up idk what they could do in a part 5 to conclude things better
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cod-dump · 10 months
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Soap: YOU SHOT A TANK AT ME!!
Graves: I missed, you're welcome.
Soap: NO!!! YE DON' GET TA JUS--
Graves: Also you blew up my tank, so I think you won.
Soap: Well--! Yeah!! But--
Graves: I don't see you with burn coverage over 20% of your body.
Soap: *angry grumbling*
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Hc that Vox had an internship with Alastor in the 60s-80s and lived in the Radio Tower's basement and it looked exactly like the nosfu sewer haven from vtmb
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Val was one of those ride or die girlfriends who everyone told shouldn't be with the guy they're dating because he's a incel leech who lives in their parents basement and doesn't have a job. Vox did not pass the headboard test 💔💔💔
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asmoreous · 6 months
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Ok I know I just said taking a break all that but oops got high and ate too much again totally not thinking bout making my bellybutton deep enough for someone to fuck that would be wild
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keii · 6 months
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loser college (skipping) student, Yoosung, still manages to get a gf without trying
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Seven Fic(s) Sunday
@mellaithwen had a moment of sheer insanity and decided that instead of doing seven sentences from one fic she'd do a sentence (or two) from seven different fics!?
(Amy, blink twice if this is a hostage situation.)
But I'm also unhinged so I thought hey why not, surely I have seven WIPs lying around. And sure enough I do! So here we are:
1) F&F AU:
“How’d you get up here so quickly?” an officer asks him when taking Buck’s statement. “How’d it take you so long to get here?” Buck fires back.
2) The Xedgin Fic That's Giving Me Fits:
“You probably won’t be able to save him,” Holga points out. “You’ll just be killing yourself, too.”
3) The Gang Plays D&D
When Chim shows up with a whole notebook of backstory relevant to the actual world Bobby’s constructed, they all get the very disconcerting sight of Bobby trying not to cry with joy. Athena mutters he hadn’t even looked so happy at their wedding.
4) Platonic Sugar Baby AU:
“Let me get this straight,” Maddie says. “This guy doesn’t treat you like a piece of meat and you’re… unhappy about it?”
5) Star Trek AU:
“Your girlfriend took a job on an archeological dig halfway across the known galaxy,” Hen points out. “Women flee you?” Ensign Panikkar looks both dismayed and weirdly impressed, which is depressing. “Routinely?”
6) Jingle Bells I'm in Hell and Nobody Cares (AKA the Mystery Pairing Fic You All Will Be Subjected To):
Here’s the thing, because—as previously stated—Jamie Winter is not jealous, or envious, or concerned, or anything else in regards to DI Ben Jones. It’s just that while he knows Barnaby might’ve forgotten, Sarah Barnaby is the reigning Midsomer Quiz Night Champion and one hundred percent did not forget, which means this can only be one thing: This is an ambush.
7) It's Only Six Months Until Halloween:
“What do you mean?” Buck asks, picking up the crumpled receipt and handing it back to Eddie. Eddie stares at Buck. In fact, everyone’s kinda staring at Buck.
And yes, Chim is the only one of the D&D group who shows up prepared with a plot-relevant character backstory. Which, as any DM will tell you, is plenty of good reason to burst into tears. XD
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nerdy-talks · 11 months
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Obey Me! Scenario
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MC : Oh Mephiiiistooooo~
Mephistopheles : What do you want, MC?
MC : Give me some sugar~
Mephistopheles : *passes the cup of sugar to them*
MC : Uh... Thanks, but that's not what I meant...
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MC : Hey Mephisto, can I please have some sugar?
Mephistopheles : *sighs* If you insist *leans over and kisses them*
MC : *blushing and staring at him*
Mephistopheles : Is something wrong?
MC : Of course not! But I actually wanted sugar for my tea this time.
Mephistopheles : Ugh... Humans
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elveny · 6 days
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It's my birthday 😁❤️🎉🎂✨
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thesoftestblackguy · 3 months
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As a man, having a partner that loves you for YOU is so important, because often times men equate them being needed for emotional/monetary support as love and that’s far from love. Men need to seek out partners who don’t just want them for money or sex, men need to be loved and cherished and adored and valued as a lover. There’s more to love in a relationship for men than how deep their pockets are, or how well they spoil/pamper their women, or how satisfying they make sex for their partners. Men need to want more out of love, I feel like that’s the problem most men have.
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charmac · 1 month
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seth i just wanted to let u know that your fic not only got me to revive my tumblr after probably 3 years to follow your blog + sunny content, but i actually dreamed part of the next chapter of said fic last night.
i dreamt that mac found dee and dennis having lunch together and went up to ask dennis how they knew each other and dennis totally freaked out and basically broke up with mac on the spot - i don't really think you'd write it that way but that's how my brain dreamed it and that is the grip your fic has on me. this is my formal request for an update (thank u for writing it its the best fic i've read in years)
Well that's awesome to hear! Welcome back to Tumblr, happy to have you here :)
That's very funny... Unfortunately not how it's gonna go down with the Reynolds-relation reveal, but I love that that's kinda like, a universe now where it happens like that.
TY for the high praise :) My free time has been a little pre-occupied with other Sunny stuff recently, so the next chapter is unfortunately not sitting waiting to be reviewed or published, but I am taking your formal request into high priority!
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ecstaticfailure · 4 months
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I want a vivienne westwood necklace SO bad :(( i just wanna look like the princess I am meanwhile im rotting away in my dysphoria clothes
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Me: *has the most random thought*
Me: i gotta tell someone
Also Me: please dont
Me: ...
Also Me: im begging you
Me: ...i gotta
Me: Leo deciding he wants to be a sugar baby bc money and gifts and thats how he ends up meeting the not-aged down Usagi
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keii · 1 year
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I still can't believe how much more appealing Yoosung is in everyone else's route besides his own LOL. Tho' one thing remains is that no matter what, Yoosung really is a ride or die for mc. Like... he will NOT care if he gets the shit beaten out of him if it's for mc's sake, he will do crime and trust that it's for a good reason (and that Seven and Jumin would bail him out LMAO). Even tho' he's a crybaby, he will let anyone know EXACTLY how he feels, doesn't care if everyone doesn't agree. He's extremely loyal, honest, and open to whatever if that means it would make mc happy. His innocent nature allows others to let their guard down around him and pamper him, but deep inside he's obsessive, possessive, and pretty scary-- And so I love him.
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simpfiles · 2 years
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Hey I think your stories are amazing and I was wondering if you could write sd Silco because ou know better than an of us how to make it realistic? You of course dont need to. Thank you!
summary.    mob boss silco wants to finically support you. do you accept his offer?
a/n.      lol idk about 'realistic' but enjoy a fanfic's length of hcs (1.6k words? wack!) that somehow morphed into a loosely tied together plot. also take this playlist as an apology for the long wait.
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silco’s new to the lifestyle and that’s ok, so are you. but at least you did your research, learning the terminology and unwritten rules of the trade. at your first meeting, silco made an apprising sweep of your body, lit his cigar, and said, “hm. alight. on your knees.” before you could even shake his hand.
you aren’t aware of his occupation as he was rather vague. Only mentioning that he was part of an organization that dealt with community welfare. you joked that it sounded like a cover for the mafia. he laughed back, “no, i’m not italian.”
aside from expecting head at the m&g, you are surprised by his chivalry; opening doors, holding your purchasers, helping you put on your coat, even walking on the outside of traffic. if things were different, then maybe...
no. stop. you're not about to become a cliche and fall for your sugar daddy. this is strictly business.
he comes across as boujee, adorn with versace and yves saint laurent but his apartment is nearly barren and pantry is stocked with generic brands and he eats at wendy’s (wendy’s of all places) once a month when visiting his daughter.
she’s studying to be a mechanical engineer. he asks if you’re planning on advancing your own education. college was never an option for him but he’d be open to help fund yours.
really doesn’t like being called a ‘sugar daddy’. if you must call him something and ‘boss/client’ is too detached, spoiling partner will suffice.
and spoil you he does. anything you want you get, but you have to ask for it. you have to be reminded that he is your main source of cashflow.
he wants be mutually exclusive, tho you may have a partner outside of the relationship, he doesn't want you working for other daddies. which works out perfectly for you because you don't think you could balance more than one + the idea of him having another baby on the side sends you in a fit of jealousy and despair.
you're also not allow to maintain another job while under his employment, as it cuts into his time with you and he likes you reliant on him for support.
you’re always paid in cash; a stack of hundreds with a creased fifty acting as a band. you’ve never seen him use a credit card.
on top of your allowance, he frequently takes you shopping. silco rushes you straight to the changing room while personally picking out clothes for you to model. he seems to have a thing for pinstripes...
sometimes an outfit he selects hangs off your body just right and he corners you back into the fitting room, locking the door behind him.
he’s a selfish fucker. never forget your a hole he’s paying to fuck as he pleases.
if you’re in this profession for instant gratification you better get out. he doesn’t let you cum once while in public.
he finishes in your mouth and tells you not to swallow until you leave the store.
it’s when you get home he rewards you for due diligence through body worship. his favorite position is on his knees with his arms wrapped around you legs, face buried in your lap. silco works his way up slowly, languid kisses turn to love bites while his hands melt away your tension. he gives you control. "choose a number." that's how many times he'll make you cum before even going near positions that he can cum in. it's all about reverence.
you're allow to spend the night and even extended stays but he doesn't want you to live with him. that's too much like a relationship and this is strictly business.
silco's primary tv usage is news and business related channels, leaning more heavily towards local news outlets. he does fill up the dvr with episodes of breaking bad and game of thrones bc everyone around him keeps raving about them. he'll put them on as background noise while fucking you.
he sleeps with a piece under his pillow. he has a spare for when he stays at your place, you just don't know.
while under his employment, silco has always taken care of you. never late on a payment, readily takes you wherever you want to go (ya'll just got back from a relaxing weekend trip to the coast), even bought you a car. tho it's in his name...for tax reasons, he claimed. so you don't push the subject of his work too much. no point in ruining a good thing.
and what a good thing this arrangement between you two is! you're not the only one who's been spoiled in the relationship.
silco never expected to find you so engaging and with a smile that he enjoys so much. it's nearly addictive. he feels-- something when you smile and hates himself for it. you're just some person he hired to fuck.
but when he touches himself it's your face he see, your voice he hears, and your underwear he sniffs that sends him over the edge.
damn fucking shame he has to screw things up.
thursday comes and you have a doctors appointment. something you told silco ahead of time and he signed off on. but as you wait for the nurse to call your name, you get a call from silco "drop you location."
he knows better than to mix business and pleasure but for the last week he's been over worked, fighting a migraine and has had an overwhelming need to feel your lips stretched wide around his prick.
if he rushes, he can have you suck him off in the car then drop you off at his place before his meeting.
his blood pressure immediately lows when he sees you coming outside. he tells you to get in the car and when you grow hesitant--stalling with questions--he offers you half a week's allowance for this one session.
never before has he seen you run so fast. he exhales sharply, gripping the steering wheel tighter. this is strictly business.
he doesn't give you time to buckle up before slamming on the gas. his hand weaves its way into your hair, yanking your head to his crotch. his message crystal clear.
on the way he hits a pothole and hisses when your performance suffered from it. then refuses to let you stop even when a cop pulls him over for reckless driving. his iron grip keeps your lips firmly planted around the base of his prick as he sorts things out with the officer.
a flash of his id with payment is all it takes to make the problem go away. but it ate away too much from his time and he's forced to drive past his place if he wants that sweet release and make it to his meeting on time.
he finally cums somewhere at the cross section of 52nd street and loban avenue. with no instructions to hold it, you choke and swallow and recoil back in your seat. once you gain some composure you begin spitting questions left and right. none of them he can answer without opening the floodgates for more questions.
this was a bad idea.
"i'll explain everything when we get home," after he's had time to collect his thoughts and regroup his focus on you. "but for now, I need your silence."
you feel like a little kid. the analogy reaching new heights when he parks in front of an old laundromat and gives you explicated instructions to stay put. the locked doors only adding salt to the injury.
sevika is waiting for him inside. she gives him a briefing of what couldn't be said over the phone while guiding him into a secret cellar hidden behind the manger's office.
"one more thing..."
silco's muscles jerk instantaneously, "what?"
"he came with them."
silco turns to her for verification, then to his car with you still in idle. he should have never brought you. "when was his arrival?"
"about an hour ago. and he ain't happy about the wait."
"are the chembarons there as well?"
"yes, sir."
alright. he knows what needs to be done.
your eyes widen when you see sevika stalking towards you. they only get bigger when she gets in the driver's seat despite your best efforts to keep the doors locked.
obvious questions plummet out of your gape mouth: who are you, what are you doing, get the hell out of this car!
"all you need to know is that silco told me to take you home. so stop wasting my time and tell me your address."
not believing her for a second you start to get out of the car, "i want to talk to silco."
that's when she pulls a gun on you. "sit down."
you sit.
"tell me your address."
you tell her.
sevika doesn't withdraw the gun from you until she's barreling through the streets, back to your home.
stupid stupid. you curse yourself. you should have gotten out when you could. now you're stuck in a car with a possible criminal who now knows your address and silco-- oh gosh, silco!!
what happen to him? was he ok? you don't dare try to use your phone while under sevika's watch.
you have her drop you off at your apartment's main office. where there are witnesses and security cameras.
the second she pulls away, you call silco.
straight to voicemail.
you leave a heated voicemail that extends pass the recording limit. so you leave a second one telling him to call you back right away.
it's late in the night when he returns you call. he whispers you name and you sigh back his, so happy to hear his voice again.
"i no longer require your services,"
"what?"
"you will receive a month's allowance as severance."
"no no no no. silco what's going on? i don't understand, can yo--"
"do not attempt to contact me again."
"but i--"
he ends the call.
not one to give up easily, you call him back.
sorry, but the number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service. good bye.
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