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earthenterran · 1 year
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(higurashi meguri manga) wataakashi 11.2
it's the implication that Satoko isn't all powerful. she took a misstep. she died bc she took a risk, couldn't find out what happened to Rika, and lost to Shion before she decided to.
Satoko is powerful but that doesn't mean she can't fail.
she's a en entertainer, using what she knows to keep Eua satisfied, and following that role to find delight in this prison of loops she's in. what else can she do. the goal is set, it's all about getting there.
and Satoko did luck out. she lucked out.
and still she's tired beneath it all. only in a glimpse. telling Shion that Satoshi isn't coming back. that it's happier to accept this.
and Shion can't understand that how could she? it's not Satoko, it's impossible. the little girl who's gone through hell and still believed her brother would one day return, how could she give up. how could she be happy to do so?
and then... the changes. slight variances. it piles up. Eua points it out.
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[Eua: You do realize that… …those can't be undone, don't you?]
Satoko has things down to a science, but she won't be able to keep track of the every growing pile of variance, oh chance happenings, small shifts she won't be able to follow.
Rika will learn the truth, her friends will remember in pieces, and she won't be in charge of any of it.
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r0bee · 2 years
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Fought the urge to add to a powerpoint I started then abandoned a few months ago by making this
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Anyways Loki is a flop show and it sucked regardless of how bad the bi rep was
*viable love interest here meaning a character who could potentially have a future romantic relationship with the main character and is implied to/does have feelings for them (possibly requited)
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obsob · 6 months
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the accolade ( the...the cat-olade...)
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sweetcorn-zhou · 1 month
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dreamt about you last night
inspired by straight lines (that unwind you)
wont allow anyone who hasn't read it,its BEAUTIFUL
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syinqbudz · 10 months
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surprise! its not moral orel.
anyways i am very hyped for the new episode. shoutout to camp camp for being my longest lasting hyperfixation
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hoegrove · 11 months
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hiya-itsamber · 15 days
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suzuka '24 !! the second i saw max pull this pose on the live broadcast i KNEW i had to paint it
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owlito · 22 days
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🐟 for compliments
Script by the lovely @nyaacaron ! 💕💕
I asked her for some useless banter and she delivered 🙌🏻
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lyss-butterscotch · 1 year
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A friendly reminder to let the worms off the strings in your headcanon universes
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crunchchute · 1 month
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this is the size of the plush btw 😭 im like 5'4
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earthenterran · 1 year
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satoko; what i gave (1x22)
[Maybe you were all faster than me / We gave each other up so easily]
higurashi gou (no sotsu clips here!)
vid features blood, and implied murder & abuse. no graphic violence shown.
an older vid I'm just getting around to posting. just another focus on satoko's character in gou, how she's still a person carrying her past around, and how that trauma lingers and affects her.
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r0bee · 2 years
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You know when you and your friend like the same thing but they're focused on one part that you're not bothered about and ignore the main part you like and it just feels like. Idk like they're Enjoying It Wrong or whatever even though obviously there's no wrong way to enjoy something. But you don't wanna say anything bc then you'd be being a dick fr no reason. Yeah that.
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drangues · 4 months
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college byclair doodle
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demobatman · 11 months
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remember when i asked for these months ago <3
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maxybabyy · 4 months
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soooo ... about that frat bros maxiel post @arturleclerc got
Someone joins him by the staircase, but Daniel doesn’t move, keep his eyes on the beer pong match in front of him. There’s a huff, a scruff of their shoe against the sticky floor before they say, “Are you Daniel?”
Daniel hums, sips his beer. Scotty makes another great shot, sinks the ball into the same cup as the previous shot, so Daniel lets out a cheer, quickly echoed by the rest of the room. “To some, maybe,” he says to the guy, takes another sip before he turns to look at him.
The guy in front of him is young, obviously a freshman. There’s a plastic band around his wrist, bright red like one of the fucking, ‘I’m under 21, don’t serve me alcohol’ bracelets the faculty has been trying to introduce. He reckons they don’t really work, watches as the guy sucks down a third of his cup, the stench of tub juice obvious even from a few feet away.
“This is of course not an answer,” the guy says, thick lips soured into a hard line. “So stupid this, will you just tell me?”
“Yeah, alright, pretty boy,” Daniel says. He watches the flush spread over the kid’s cheeks, the wrinkle of his nose before he leans into it too, lips spread wide in a grin “’s a pleasure to meet you, what can I do for you?”
The smile transforms his entire look, softens the sharp angles of his face. He had been handsome before, awkward hot, but now he looks downright pretty. The white tee he wears sits tight on his chest, the peaks of his nipples obvious through the thin fabric. He smells like axe body spray and generic cologne, but Daniel’s fucked enough frat dudes to find it arousing.
His name is Max, and he is a freshman, pre-med like he too is going to save the world.
Daniel brushes his hand against the dip of his waist, lingers when Max doesn’t pull away. Max is taller than him, just a tad, but he fits himself under Daniel’s arm easily, shoulders loose as he talks about the lacrosse team he wants to join, the scholarship he’s expected to get.
“You want another drink, babe?” Daniel asks, watches spellbound as Max mimics the hold of his lacrosse stick, how he has to adjust his hands to make sure his grip is tight, firm against the racket. “Think Scotty has some gin in his room if you want a drink or like –“
Max nods, bites into his bottom lip with flat teeth. “Yes, this would of course be very lovely, Daniel,” he says, chokes on his breath when Daniel slips a hand into the pocket of his shorts to lead him upstairs.
Blake doesn’t have any gin, so he offers Max a shot of the whisky he saves for special occasions. Max doesn’t care, downs the shot and lets Daniel suck the alcohol off his tongue. Daniel holds him by the waist, sweaty palms on sweaty skin, and feels him tremble in his arms, wants desperately to make him lose it.
“You like that, yeah?” Daniel says, taunts, pushes the tip of his thumb in between his lips. Max moans, sucks the finger in between sharp teeth, mouth begging for more as Daniel stuffs another two into it. “You want it?”
Max nods, and his mouth feels silky around Daniel’s fingers, hot and wet. He goes down easy when Daniel nudges him to his knees, fingers falling from his mouth to cradle the curve of his head. His hat lies abandoned on the floor, exposing strands of dirty blonde hair, and Daniel cannot help but tug at it.
Max looks obscene on the floor, strong thighs spread wide forcing his shorts into the crease of his groin. His dick strains against the fabric, hard and untouched.
“Can I, please?” Max begs, nudges his face against Daniel’s dick, hard inside his jeans, and how could anyone say no to that?
Max swallows him down quick, jaw loose and open as he fucks into him slowly, carefully, until he reaches the back of his throat. Daniel feels it more than he hears it when Max groans, clammy hands gripping the insides of his thighs to keep himself steady.
“You’re doing so good for me, babe, taking me so well,” Daniel hums as he thrusts into his mouth, feels how his throat spasms around him. He’s close, almost there, a quick snap of his hips makes Max choke, and that’s it. He pulls out, nudges Max’s head to the side to finish into his own hand, curses himself for not letting him know sooner.
“Fuck,” he groans as his head knocks back against the door, eyes screwed shut as he tries to regain his breath.
“You could of course come in my mouth, Daniel.” Max says. He’s still on the floor, hands resting politely on his thighs like his dick isn’t throbbing in his shorts. “It would be very lovely, I think.”
Daniel curses, coaxes him to his feet and against the door instead. Max doesn’t need much to come. Daniel spits in his hand, uses the leftover come to ease the glide of his hand as he jerks him off, makes him add to their mess.
Daniel sits through a two-hour lecture of the implications of data privacy concerns before he drags himself back to the house. He’s splurged on a latte from the campus shop, but he reckons he’s earned it, scrolls through the notes he had scarcely taken.
Blake joins him on the porch, pushes the plate of leftover pizza into the middle seat. “Hey, did that pledge ever get hold of you last night?”
Daniel grunts, swallows down an entire slice in one go. “Pledge?”
The semester has barely started, the pledges won’t be chosen for at least another few weeks. He still has time before he has to pretend to be a functioning adult who doesn’t have hangovers on Wednesdays.
“Yeah, kid’s trying out for the football team or something,” Blake says, watches him with a frown. “He wanted to know when pledge week would be, make sure it didn’t collide with try-outs.”
Daniel drains the rest of his coffee, wishes he had put another pot on before he went out here. He sucks his teeth, thinks back to the party, to Max and his pale thighs, fat lips spread around the head of his dick, the sounds he made when Daniel made him come bent over the bathroom sink. Maybe it had been obvious that the was on the pull, because no pledge had been dumb enough to approach him.
“He’s a Beta Nu legacy, but he wanted to try something new it seemed,” Blake says, shrugs. “Reckon he’s a good kid, Horner put in a good word for him too, so he’ll probably at least pledge.”
Daniel clicks his tongue, turns his hat to shield his eyes from the sun. He had already been in the lecture hall when he saw it, the pair of embroidered boobs against the white fabric, but he had kept it on. “Did he leave a name at least? Maybe I know someone who can find him.”
There are loads of reasons Daniel had declined the presidency when Seb graduated, kicked it to Blake and settled himself with social chair. He just didn’t know fucking a will-be pledge would become one of them.
“Max, I think is name was.”
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max-nolastname · 1 year
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types of story that different black sails characters think they're in:
jack: typical underdog overcoming unbeatable odds story; he is the main character and the show is 100% about him and his joseph campbell hero's journey. he is like achilles seeking eternal glory. he is also like gilgamesh, seeking immortality because he's afraid of death
flint: one of those fairytale retelling stories from the villain's pov; he is the fire-breathing dragon/big bad wolf/wicked witch that his village has ostracized, chased out of his home with pitchforks and torches because they feared him and what he is and what he stands for. he knows that in another show, a more popular show, the story would be told from the pov of the villagers about the dangers that lie beyond the village walls and into the forest...but this is HIS show and in HIS show HE is the one that survived the villagers not the other way around and HE is the one that has been wronged and he WILL see them pay for it
miranda: at first she thinks she is the witty and cunning heroine of a regency period romance novel. she is critical of high society and it's archaic and sexist traditions, turns her nose up at the institution of marriage and yet against all odds finds a true partner in thomas. she thinks herself happier and smarter than her peers, for finding a way to explore her sexuality freely and still keep her high status. she is caught in a whirlwind romance with a handsome naval officer and well....then her story turns into a tragedy and a decade caught in lifeless loveless joyless limbo where she is sidelined into the background of someone else's story
max: overly aware that she is in A Story and that she is Not The Main Character; the spotlight is never on her, she will never take centre stage. in fact, she is in the wings, or perhaps watching the show from the back of the theatre as the stage manager, setting the scene and directing others to pull ropes, shine lights, open and close the curtains so that other actors can strut and fret their way around the stage
billy: revenge quest story! thinks he is the good guy, there to protect his friends and get revenge on the tyrant who killed his father. gains some genre awareness and realizes that he is not, in fact, the main character, but rather a side character caught in a romance between his captain and quartermaster and if he really wants to survive he's really gotta break them up
madi: a story of hope told around a campfire, passed on from generation to generation so people don't forget about the time that an island of maroons stood up to a seemingly eternal and unbeatable empire. some days, it's a cautionary tale, on how volatile solidarity can be with divisions like class, race and gender .... or how revolution necessitates violence that people who are comfortable in their oppression rather not pay... but no empire lasts forever and nothing is inevitable. the story sticks in the hearts and minds of future revolutionaries and someday someone somewhere will pick up the torch and continue the fight
season 1 walrus crew: workplace comedy
silver: [redacted]
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