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haiii
hope ur doing well!
just had a thought i wanted to share
had this idea of princess!tzuyu in a medieval time whose father, the king harshly taxes the land and is generally hated
robin hood esque fem!reader whose a thorn in his side, constsmtly stealing from caravans/taxmen
tzuyu who hates what her father does but cant change his mind about how to rule
one night tzuyu awakens to here a commotion and wanders out in her night gown to see whats going on
finding reader stealing from the family vault and making eye contact, in fear retreating to her chambers but reader is enraptured by txuyu's beauty following her
ends up fucking the girl despite her ptotests saying its wrong, but after all the king has put his people through why shouldnt reader use his daughter as a plaything,
later on tzuyu not being able to stop thinking of how readers hands touched her, fucked her, no longer thinking of males suitors
loved the minjeong and taeyeon ask from earlier, hope ur doing well!
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PLEASE!! i know this is supposed to be more smut but i couldn’t help it i just love some backstory!
i’m thinking about all you said and, hear me out, the guards catch you and the poor princess loses nights of her sleep thinking about you and how you’re not so far from her, locked in a cold cell, waiting for your execution… and her desire to do something about that. like, can you imagine her sneaking through secret passages late at night to meet you, trying to be quiet because she doesn’t want to risk someone seeing her and that getting to her father’s ears, and your surprise when she calls your name softly, the confusion on why she’s there, what does she wants with you.
the thing is that she doesn’t really knows what she wants either, mostly look at you, thinking that would soothe her thoughts but in reality it just makes them worse, seeing your face brings back memories of what you did to her and she feels so bad for liking said memories, her head gets so fucked. after the confusion washes away, being really condescending to her, smirking and making sure to look into her eyes to mock her for going after you after all, “does your father know you’re here, princess?” and then laughing when she looks away. and all that, she doesn’t dare to speak, like, if it weren’t for her pleadings for you to not hurt her the first time you would easily think she’s mute or something because she just stares at you with those big doe eyes :( not that this is a problem, though, you learn how to read her as her visits get more and more frequent.
she turns in such a toy in your hands, stepping closer when you motion for her to do so, leaning into your touch when you hold her face, arms hanging on the side of her body or maybe daring to touch you a bit as your hands roam over her body, but it’s not enough, you’re still locked, bars between you two and you can’t do a thing like that, so manipulating her into opening it for you, caressing her cheek, saying how “it would be so much nicer if i was out there, wouldn’t it?” and she’s not stupid, she’s not, she knows you’re twisting your words and using her to escape but… she wants you :( so yeah, she will steal the keys and open the fucking gate.
her holding your arm harshly, thinking you’re just going to run and gasping when you put her against the wall, slipping her nightgown off her shoulders and leaving her bare for anyone who came by to see. i can see her being so desperate and touch starved that your grip on her waist has her melting, pulling your hair while you kiss and mark her neck, not caring what scandal this could bring for her after. squirms a lot when you’re finally fucking her, it still being a foreign sensation, two fingers— could be three if you were being meaner but it’s not the time— going in and out and making this low slick noise that makes her cheeks burn, her clit aching every time your thumb brushes there. moans so loud when she cums it has you freezing, afraid someone heard it. the poor thing probably wouldn’t want to let you go, holding you close, a hand sliding down to stop you from taking your fingers away, whining “more” that makes you snicker about how spoiled she is, demanding it from you, not even saying please… but you don’t really care, too focused on sucking her tits and make her drip on the floor a bit more.
i honestly like to think about running away after, kissing her cheek, not even her mouth, and leaving her there with only the promise of maybe visiting her one night but it’s up to you…… maybe she can convince her father of not killing you or decides to run away with you too, who knows. also corruption kink goes brrr!
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sunday morning snippet!! it's 12AM so it counts for sunday!!
“My mum would have a fit,” Sirius said sort out of nowhere.
He was listening, he was. But then his mind had half-drifted off, thinking of conversations at dinner tables where he was forced to wear the dress robes with the too-tight collars and well, okay, maybe Sirius had lost track of all of the words a little while ago.
Remus stopped reading aloud immediately, looking up. “What?” he asked, lacking his usual irritation when interrupted.
Remus wore a rarely open expression. One that drove Sirius to continue, saying something he otherwise might not have. Maybe if the sun was in a different position or if it was a Wednesday instead of a Saturday, or maybe if it was James instead of Remus, or maybe if it was two o’clock in the afternoon instead of five o’clock. Maybe if any single thing had been different Sirius might not have continued the thought, which pressed at his ribs with a steady ache — a bruise begging to be pressed.
“Queers, poofs, whatever.” Sirius waved a hand dismissively. “My mother would throw a fit knowing we’re reading a novel by one of them.”
Remus’ face remained as blank as ever, if not for the slight crease in his forehead.
“She thinks they’re about as bad as mudbloods,” said Sirius, getting to his point after a bit more time had passed. That was about all there was to his point, but it felt significant for some reason. His heart was thundering loudly in his ears. Sirius wondered vaguely if Remus could hear it with his freaky hearing, then realised he probably could.
“What about you?” Remus asked quickly, watching Sirius intensely.
Sirius found looking at Remus to worsen the state of his rapidly beating heart as nervousness, or something, worked its way up his throat. Sirius swallowed, finding Lupin’s gaze too intense. He preferred the sight of his already half-picked thumbnail. He scraped at his thumb a bit more, swallowing again.
“Well, y’know, I don’t think mudbloods are all that bad. Evans is alright when she takes the quill out of her arse for three seconds, I guess.”
Sirius heard a snort of laughter that helped him relax his shoulders some. He continued speaking to his torn thumbnail.
“So… how right could she be about the rest of it, y’know what I mean?” Sirius said it quickly, as though it was a secret he wasn’t supposed to tell. It felt like a secret, in some odd way.
He was met with a silence that immediately made his heart lurch again. He forced himself to glance up, just enough to catch Remus’ eyes. Shockingly, Sirius found that they’d softened. They were far less intense, and even the crease between his eyebrows had disappeared. He was looking all, well, soft. It was a funny sort of look for Remus, Sirius thought. It suited him, yes, but not in the way his usual stoicism did.
“What?” Sirius asked after a while, feeling sheepish under the prolonged eye contact.
“Nothin’,” Remus replied immediately.
“No, no, what?” Sirius shuffled closer on the couch cushions, so close their knees were centermetres from touching. “You have to tell me now. You know how I get when you keep all your little secrets.”
Remus huffed. “Insufferable,” he said with a shake of his head.
“Exactly! Insufferable.”
“This is classic manipulation, you know, threatening poor behaviour like this?”
Sirius shrugged, quirking a smile. “Yes, well, I did have to learn some things from my mother, didn’t I?”
Remus shook his head again, pretending not to laugh in that way he did. “I was just thinking,” he said after a beat.
“About?”
“About how you’re brilliant.”
Sirius’ throat immediately felt thick. “What?”
“Dunno.” Remus somehow managed to avoid and catch Sirius’ eyes simultaneously. They were caramel in the afternoon sun, his favourite kind of sun for Remus’ eyes. “Just… dunno how someone so awful made you. And– and you’re so good.”
Sirius blinked rapidly, swallowing once then twice then a third time to try and rid himself of the lump in his throat. His cheeks burned, his throat, his eyes. He ducked his head.
“Oh,” he said stupidly. And then, “You’re not so bad yourself, Lupin,” he coughed out, having to first compose himself enough to do so.
“Shove off.”
“Go on,” Sirius said, wiping at his eyes as surreptitiously as he could manage. “Read more of the book written by the poof. Maybe I’ll write a report for good ol’ Walburga.”
tagged by my abosolute darling @fiddleleafedfig ! it's a bit longer than a snippet, but i was scrolling through my docs for something and stumbled upon it. it was too cute not to use.
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SFW!Cable/GN!reader - Pt 2.
@gildedjerk YOU DID THIS TO ME.
I was supposed to finish my homework an hour ago but I wrote this instead. I literally haven't written a part 2 to anything this quickly ever. what is happening to me
Read pt 1 here :)
TWS: Angst with happy ending. Falling buildings, minor depictions of death, timeliness bullshit, big man cries and we smooch him. Possibly part 3 if the mood takes me
For the first time in a long while, Nathan is panicking. Buildings in the city are crumbling around him, sentinels closing in around every street corner- and he can't find you. He calls out your name, and you don't respond. He reaches for you, searching for your mind with the telepathic ability he can spare- and he can't feel you.
He can't feel you.
For the first time, he's more struck with the absence of your running mind than he had ever been annoyed by it.
He should have gone with you. He never should have let you split away from him. The two of you were a duo. No matter how much grief you gave him when you first started to tag along, he couldn’t imagine life without you. He refused to. Cable narrowly dodges a falling fire escape, and he knows he’s running out of time. He calls for you, again, and again- and there’s no response. He can’t let this happen. He won’t.
Cable bolts down the street as the smoke billows and the world crumbles. The device on his wrist beeps, and his blood runs cold when he realizes it’s a warning. Still- he perseveres. He follows the psychic echo you left behind, rounding every corner he can, staying on your scent like a bloodhound. He wouldn’t leave without you. Not again.
He’s getting closer, he can feel it- but his fear only grows, knowing that you were so close, and yet he can’t feel you. He can’t find that beautiful mind of yours. He can’t find your memories. Your nervousness. Your running mind. He can’t feel that love he was so afraid of anymore- and he is so scared for an entirely different reason than before.
He follows your trail through a warehouse, weaving in-between the machinery as he hears the distinct sound of a sentinel, but he’s horrified when he realizes it’s not coming towards him. Towards you. It’s walking away. Cable exits the warehouse, and on the other side, he finds… nothing.
Cable finds rubble. The building in front of him is rubble. He hears the shrieking of metal as the building on his left begins to fall, but he’s preoccupied. A beeping is heard, but it doesn’t come from him. It sounds again and again. Never stopping.
Cable sees the blue light from underneath the rubble, and he finds a device identical to his own. It’s still attached to your arm, but you are not there. Your mind is not there.
The building to his left finally gives in to the weight and falls.
A stabbing influx of… something, strikes Cable’s forehead, and he wakes up in a cold sweat, lying on the cot in the safehouse. His body is disoriented, his mind chilled with something more than just horror. Cable realizes that it wasn’t a dream, It was a vision. It was the future. A future.
It was real. It felt so real. He’s not entirely sure it hadn’t happened. Cable sits up frantically, looking towards your cot to find you. But you’re not there. His mind is still addled by the influx of information, powers mixed and scatterbrained, unable to find and feel. The one thing it still seems able to do is keep the virus at bay. He’s stumbling as he stands. Cable slams the bedroom door open, that cold horror all he can think of as his mind cannot find you in its haze.
He moves through the house like a storm cloud, opening every door, searching for you in the same meticulous manner he uses to search the house for threats.
You find him before he finds you. Having heard the commotion, you exited the kitchen, stepping into the hallway halfway wondering if there had been a breach in the security.
“Nate?” The footsteps stop abruptly when you call out for him, only to pick up the pace a second later. Cable looks absolutely furious when he exits a spare room, storming over to you in a manner that almost makes you afraid he’s going to yell at you.
But he doesn't. The moment Nathan reaches you, he takes hold of your face, and he kisses you like he’d never get the chance to kiss you again. It’s desperate, almost forceful- but after a moment of confusion, you kiss him back. His hold is all-consuming, presenting his love and care for you out of urgency, and necessity. Nathan only pulls away when his thoughts pull back together. He looks at you in shock, like he himself hadn’t expected the kiss to happen. He looks worried. Scared. You pull him down by his collar to kiss him again- if only to wipe those emotions clean from his face. Tears are running down his face, but he can’t bring himself to pull away from you like he had so many times before.
He kisses you again, and again, hoisting you up into his arms when his back starts to hurt from bending down to reach your height. Nathan sets you on the kitchen counter, finally pulling away from you- and he begins to sob.
However afraid he was to fully experience the love you had for him- the fear of losing you without showing you his love had triumphed it all. You hold him close as he sobs into your shirt, wrapping him in your love. You don’t know what started this. What set him on this path when yesterday was spent the same as any other day for the two of you- dancing around each other. Leaving the ties blurry. Leaving your love unclear, choosing not to tread through the rapid waters just yet. -but what did that matter anyway, when he had kissed you with such intense emotion? You’re concerned for him. You’re worried for him. You love him. You love him. You love him. Nathan wants to bury his mind so deep within your thoughts, like a warm blanket that kept all of his self-made fears of intimacy at bay. That made them disappear.
Nathan doesn’t want to show you what he had seen. What someone had made him see. He doesn’t want you to experience the fear, the pain. Despite all of his confusion, his pain, what he did know was that he was never going to let that happen. He didn’t care what timeline he had to tear apart, what plan for the future he had to ruin. He had lost so much in life, but he wasn’t going to lose you. Not again. Not ever.
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Good morning! I would love to request chibs, 16 and 33 💗
Thank you so much!
Good Morning Love! Our handsome Scot is perfect for these prompts! You are more than welcome! Feel free to drop by anytime! As Always my stories are 18+!
P.S I put a little twist on this and I hope you don't mind!
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16. Your scars are beautiful
33. Are you blushing?
Love the Man, Love the Scars
"What does a lady have to do to get you to buy her a drink?" you asked with a flirty laugh as you sat next to Chibs at the bar. The older man chuckled as he looked down at his whiskey glass in front of him. He had been trying to ignore his ever growing interest in you since he had first met you weeks ago.
He had nothing to offer a beautiful woman like you. Yet he couldn't help but let his eyes follow you around, his heart speed up when he heard your voice or caught the sweet whiff of your perfume.
"Aye, Lassie. I suppose be nothing but a beauty" replied Chibs as he dared to look up at you.
You nodded as a smirk appeared on your face as you put your hand on his knee making him jerk slightly. "I see. So then why haven't you brought me a vineyard yet? Or am I not beautiful?" you teased letting a pout form.
"Ye the most beautiful lass I've ever seen" replied Chibs as he grabbed your hand and squeezed it reassuringly. The softness of it making him wish he could have you in his bed letting your silkiness slide over him .Giving his head a quick shake he spoke again. "Its me who is an ugly mug with these" he stated as he pointed to the scars on his face.
"Stop that" you scolded as you smacked his hand. "Your scars are beautiful. They tell a story of a brave man" you continued as you gently traced one of them.
Chibs felt his cheeks heat up at your words and touch.
"Are you blushing old man?" you inquired noting the reddened tint to his cheeks.
"Its the whiskey" muttered Chibs as he tried to deny his reaction.
"Already blushing and I haven't even gotten to the part about how I want to trace them and him with my tongue" you replied as your free hand slipped to his crotch.
Chibs swallowed hard as he licked his lips. "Maybe we should get out of here so I can hear more about this tracing" .
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34 for Al and Hawkeye, please?
Let Me Count the Ways ask game
Prompt: "I'll keep you safe."
Maybe they shouldn't have stopped for burgers and shakes. It was pouring rain out there, and the temperature was dropping fast. Might turn into freezing rain before too long.
But Five Guys was their tradition. Riza drove Al to speech therapy, and as long as he didn't drag his feet or have a bad attitude about it, they would stop for a late lunch on their way home. They even had a little ritual they ran through each time, just for fun. “Hmm, where should we go for lunch?” Riza would ask, pretending to think. Then Al would hold up one hand, grinning along with the joke, and Riza would say, “Five Guys?” as if she never would have thought of it on her own. Then they would both laugh like it was the best joke they'd ever heard.
The only time Riza got to hear her foster son's voice was when he laughed. It was worth it.
“Got your scarf and gloves?” Riza asked, opening her umbrella before putting one hand on the door.
Woolen blue fingers wrapped around her arm. She glanced down and saw Al huddling close to her as if for warmth, eyeing the door with trepidation. Riza tugged the hood of his blue coat over his head, then wrapped her arm around his shoulders. “Don't worry, Al,” she murmured. “I'll keep you safe. Let's just run, and it'll be over in five seconds, okay?”
Slowly, Al nodded.
It was more of a huddling jog than a run, and it took more than five seconds because Riza had to juggle both the umbrella and the key fob, but they both made it into the car relatively dry. With a relieved sigh, Riza tossed the sopping umbrella to the floor on the passenger side and turned on the car, cranking up the heat all the way. She swiped her damp bangs out of her face and checked on Al in the rearview mirror. He was buckled in and shivering hard, hugging himself and rocking slightly. He looked like he wanted nothing more than to be instantly transported home. How she wished she could spare him the drive.
Riza decided the best thing would be to get home as fast as possible, so she didn't say anything more to him, just started the windshield wipers and eased back out of their parking space. “These wipers are useless in the rain,” she muttered, squinting through the smeared windshield and turning on the defroster. She needed to text Roy and see if he could pick up some replacements on the way home.
As she headed for the highway, Riza mentally ran through her to-do list. Once they got home, she needed to call the phone company to see if the issue with the bills had gotten sorted out. She should peek into the boys' bathroom and make sure they'd cleaned it like they were supposed to, and then she needed to clean her and Roy's bathroom. By then it would probably be time to start on supper, and oh, was today a karate day and had Roy said he could drive the boys or—
The loud blare of a horn startled Riza out of her thoughts. A semi, slipping out of control from the left. Moving on pure instinct, Riza slammed her foot on the gas and aimed for the shoulder. The semi slipped and slid on its way, and they jostled and bumped over the muddy grass. Riza managed to stop before the ground fell away into the ditch. Hands shaking, she pulled the parking brake and turned on the hazard lights before letting out a long, slow breath of relief.
She looked over her shoulder to find Al hunched over in his seat, his gloved hands clawing at his face as he drew in shaky, shuddering breaths. “Al? Are you okay?” No, that was a stupid question. “Are you hurt?” she amended. “Alphonse!”
The twelve-year-old boy peeked over his hands at her, but she could tell that he didn't see her. It was like he was looking through her, to another rainy day in another car with another woman sitting behind the wheel as a truck came out of nowhere....
“Al....” Riza unfastened her seatbelt and clambered over the center console, squeezing between the front seats to get to the back. It was difficult and inelegant, but she managed. Better than opening the door and letting in all that cold wind and rain.
As she settled into the seat next to Al, she listened to his frantic, choked breaths that came faster and faster with every passing minute. He wasn't looking at her, just staring fixedly at the driver's seat. Occasionally, his eyes slid over to the front passenger seat as well.
Riza's heart clenched tightly as she imagined what he must be seeing. Trisha Elric, forehead resting on the steering wheel, blood trickling down the side of her face, her vacant eyes staring into nothing. Ed, trapped under the twisted metal, blood spreading up his left leg. Still breathing, but so shallow, so erratic, eyes closed. No response to Al's screams. The last words Al had ever spoken, a desperate plea for his family to not leave him alone.
She hadn't been there. She'd only read reports from after the fact, and talked to Mrs. Rockbell and the boys' therapists. And yet, she could see it all as clearly as if she'd lived it herself. She could almost hear those screams.
“Mom...Mom...Mom....”
Wait. That voice, ragged and faint, wasn't just in her imagination. Tears sprang to her eyes as she heard that one word whispered in wheezing gasps muffled behind blue gloves.
She could have listened to that voice for hours, but Al was shaking so hard she actually thought she could feel the car rocking slightly. So Riza scooted a little closer, saying as gently as she could, “Al? Can you listen to me, sweetie? I need you to breathe with me.”
His eyes latched onto hers, and for the first time since they'd swerved off the road, he actually seemed to see her.
“That's right,” Riza said, reaching for his hands. “Just like we always do, okay?”
He let her take his hands in hers and pull them away from his face. Riza led him in a deep breathing exercise, and found that her own heart rate eased as well. The adrenaline from their near miss was beginning to wear off, leaving her feeling exhausted and limp. She almost wished she'd brought Hayate with them after all. They both could have used the soothing comfort of his soft fur and warm, wet tongue.
“We're okay,” she whispered, reassuring herself as much as Al. “You're safe now. We're both safe.”
Just like every time thunder and lightning put Ed on edge and sent Al skittering into their bedroom to crawl under the covers. Roy would get up to make everyone hot chocolate, Ed would crank up his music so they could hear it faintly through his headphones, and Al would curl up like one of his cats against her side, and they would all cram into the king-sized bed to wait out the storm.
“Mom,” Al croaked again, his voice rough from disuse. “Mom....”
Tears spilled over his cheeks, and Riza reached over to gently brush them away. “I know, honey, I know.” Hot tears stung her own eyes. “I'm so sorry.”
“Mom....” Al raised one gloved hand and placed it on her cheek. He was looking at her so intently, so earnestly, like there was so much he wanted to say, but he was stuck on that one word, choking on the sobs that shook him head to foot. He put his other hand on her other cheek, as if to hold her in place. “Mom....”
A thought occurred to her, as sudden and shocking as the semi that had nearly hit them: He's calling me Mom.
Tears blurred her eyes till she couldn't even see him. “I'm here,” she whispered.
He flung his arms around her, squeezing so hard it took her breath away. She hugged him back, held him tight, squeezed her eyes shut against the tears. She rocked them back and forth, patting him on the back.
Riza had always known motherhood would be strange for her, who had never known the gentle touch of a mother. When she and Roy had first talked about starting a family, she had been plagued with doubts about whether she would be able to manage it. A thousand times, she'd tried to imagine herself rocking a baby to sleep, kissing the skinned knees and bumped foreheads of a toddler or two...and she'd always drawn a blank, since she'd never had that herself. What if she could never get the hang of it? She was a soldier, not a mother.
And yet, sitting in this car on the side of the road, holding a twelve-year-old boy sobbing his heart out...it didn't matter that she hadn't given birth to him. It didn't matter that they'd only known each other for a little over a year. It didn't matter that they'd never once had a normal conversation.
This was her son. She loved him so much she thought her chest might split open with the force of it. And judging from the way Al kept sobbing that name over and over again, clutching at her like his life depended on it...he felt the same.
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im gon keep yapping about the sound design for the magnus protocol because its driving me insane
the difference between the two podcasts is so drastic its FRIGHTENING
The Magnus Archives intro/outro: high-pitched, screeching, eerie, dies off with what sounds like a stone tumbling into the depths and lights turning on/off, water, sounds like the darkness of a cave that you must descend into even though you're terrified, but you do it anyway
The Magnus Protocol intro/outro: LOUD, deep, bone-chilling/shaking, foreboding, it sounds like darkness in a different way, like the great throat of some unknown beast that is hundreds of times larger and older than us and will swallow us whole; it's fear that hunts us, instead of us hunting it
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also, side note/addition because i realized i forgot to add WHY it freaked me out
long story short, i was around 50% deaf in my right ear until I was 12 years old (reconstructive surgery truly is something I am so grateful for) and now I'm back to a fairly normal hearing range.
The problem?
I can't hear low tones as easily.
the magnus protocol is heavily reliant on lower tones, so what I hear is likely not how most people hear it, but for me it sputters, almost, parts of it are kind of missing, and I know I'm not hearing it right, which freaks me the fuck out.
#god the sound design for tmagp is actually so amazing and astounding to me#the sound alone actually freaks me out#which is something that the magnus archives DIDNT do#im already on edge when the episode begins for protocol#tma#tmagp#the magnus archives#the magnus protocol#tma podcast#tmagp podcast#jarchivist#magnus archives#magnus protocol#the difference is that in tma theyre actively seeking the fears#but in tmagp i think the fears are hunting THEM#also the fear in the audio for me is knowing im missing parts of it#not hearing it as its supposed to be heard
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SIGH. LIKE. ALMOST.
Dw guy her friend's old house haunted by the demon named after the car from Supernatural and Like Crowley only burned down the place after they left. But you know, does it have to be Appalachian Entities that she listens to the warning from or about or like, what. Like we're so close.
Impala gave them a year to fix their mistakes. And even though they'd only lived with Impala a year, somehow their previous home had burned down a year prior.
come on elsa, keep the water moving.
She's still so ensnared by ideas like distance, too, how odd. "I'm 700 miles away, I don't know how to help" has the same energy as "the reaper wants me to stay in the state."
Wonder why everything got "Extra Spicy" lately. I swear I heard that lately, wonder why it's in such standout quotes, oh well.
The new family is extremely disrespectful to the property, and ruined two decades of spiritual work between the three of us*. They even interrupted the space given as his private place. They ripped up every protective hedge, and even threw away a gravestone.
They're messy. They trash the house itself, doing EVERYTHING she had asked Impala to keep from happening.
Man she is REALLY fucking up the weather in here.
Happy burn my dread interrupting my playlist last night folks. The fire itself was a bit ago but. That is not what I was angling for last night, but ok. Lady the moral is right there
Stop trashing my house. you pretend you want a new house. Go be in that house, you have your own game lobby, you fucked up and now yours is mine, and I'm winning.
Hey, Shea, since you're starting to connect with Old You. What's some other things that were happening around 2011-12?
Do you remember a day you tried to help a boy following Set take my eye? Where Ash and Ero as we called them then seemed to be fighting over me, and you misunderstood, and I paid the price? Something something light a cig with my fingertip while Sephiroth is in the house. I ended up gone for a week, a few things kept me turning. Who and what? Hermes and... it didn't know how to spell it's name, it wasn't ready yet.
Do you remember a day you almost died in the woods to Ash screaming, or Junpeiper telling you to run and throwing you, and the circle of unmoving water and the tree?
Keep the water moving, Elsa.
What? I like Supernatural and his fucking car, okay? Ur welcome SPN fans.
Oh Baby Baby Baby
Ever wake up from a dream with real weird narrative consistency?
lady blease, did you never find it weird that Impala* was supposedly sealed in a ring for a bajillion years, but knew about a fucking car and had a preference?
BLEASE. MAAM?
He never did tell you his actual name. But he's Like Your Crowley. But I told you, both in song and text, no more truce, you're wrecking my place. And you're fucking up generational weather now.
Guess we gotta keep working it harder doing it faster to land a message.
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lady, THAT is your dress, you look better in it. And it was never in the cat I hired to stare at you. Or Luna aphrodovey three told you to name after the moon. Just get over it and give me back my fucking air jordans already. Just hop all the way off it. Delete the shadows in your galleries, truly fix what is broken on your altar you already realized the gods disapproved of, be honest to your friends to make sure they do the same, and so on. And you know. Face yourself.
That's all this has ever been about, you driving backwards pain in the ass. You really trying to drag us to a zero point. You're on the wrong path, you spoke and acknowledged it. It's not too late to turn around and look at it. You can go through the water, it needs to move, lady.
Boys just love throwing their big rocks in bodies of water, and sometimes, you just gotta smash Atohallan with a fucking dickhammer. Cuz lady it's FUCKING FROZEN. MOVE. Yeah, you never Really Knew Any Man(gods). But that's fine. You have your own boots for walking.
YOU have to move the box. You can't wait for me to do it, or to climb into you to move it. YOU have to MOVE THE BOX. I know one of my three promises was you never had to Work while you were with me unless you want to Do The Work. And by god, you've forced me to stay with you whether you realize it or not. But I'm doing anything I can to make you want to. Do the Work that is, not stay with me oh my god. And to get you Out. And to get done whatever you need in my capacity.
It's a Craft of Mine.
please please please the water started running and ice started breaking in your head last night, memedaddy is calling honey, it's time to let it go.
this has been your daily cat distribution from dailyspooky
If it helps at all, after being this far up your literal ass since you're all up mine, I think your ancestral memory layers Athena and Freyja genetically, there's some Aphrodite bullshit going on, and I don't know which of the three moons big girl is still but she STILL scares me. Or maybe it's more, she's all three, but only once Shealyn, you know, doesn't just look at it but walks the path. Trismegistus isn't the only triplicate. There's a girl version. We been yelling that at you lots. Cuz you also had Verartemis. YO BEAR LADY, LISTEN. I know you got a reputation to keep, but how many times you gonna slip on that bear skin onto me and blame me?
Stop throwing it at cats and birds and exes or anubis and the kibble bowl for precious on fursuit friday. Turn around, go back, and look at it. Your dress and boots are better than mine anyway.
I figured out why seeing through her eyes has blacked out strips I couldn't see through right. It's like Marie. She's Marie. Kusano covering her face sobbing because she can't look at it. It's okay Mary, whatever's on the other side of that door, man. I already came this far. I ain't stopping now. We told you out of the gate before you insisted on doubling down and speeding up. We know you can do this. That's why it's so frustrating.
And why we collectively loathe your new family even if we want a different and happier path for you. Them. That's why everyone said they killed his goddess by enabling this. Lady. Lady please. This IS the intervention. Call it suicide prevention, call it divine intervention, whatever. But please listen. You're thinking of who you were in 2011-2012. That's good. You turned back, kind of. Now it's time to figure out where you messed up and drive forward again, but you gotta look at it. Please don't back up the purolator truck again, southpaw hermes is TIRED.
Keep the water moving, Elsa. Around when you posted this, I had already gone and met you at the door, whether or not you remember it. Lady, you're so close. I'll even go cheese the reaper for you again today lady, but that shit gonna respawn now until you let the lies you've told yourself go and set yourself free.
The rain tore up the circle. Tear it up again. Let the fog break. Let the cycle break. Let the water move. It's okay to go through it, if you can face yourself. I already told you, if you give away these leaden grudges, we'll drive forward one last time with you. You can be your own Asherah tree without me.
#ever wake up from a dream with real weird narrative consistency#man 2010-2012 was a TIME#these new tenants are so disrespectful#they're undoing 20 years of work between The Three Of Us#remix brought to you by friggin TTripleT#ITS YA BOI 2009 HOT TOPIC JEBUS GRINDING WITH THE SQUAD#USE THE CROWLEY VOICE I HEAR THAT HELPS#sup maya I'm in the house like CARPET#I'M HENRY AND I'M FUCKING TIRED#THE MOVIE ENDING IS BETTER#my boy is EXPIRING to get to that door and make good on his promise#WE DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS COCAINE BEAR MOVIE IS#OR WHAT YOU'VE TURNED INTO SINCE 2010#THAT'S A PIECE OF CRAP PERSON#and your friends complaining about the FeMC path never tried#THEY CLEARLY NEVER HEARD THE ORIGINAL VOICE ACTOR#how many have REALLY played the FeMC path#lady you weren't supposed to eat the rumpockyoccultum#that was in fact a joke not a suggestion#you ate the damn chips and now everything is fucking weird#cmon persephone pspspspspspspspsps#u can have the tropicana snowglobe if you do this?? trade???
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Song Recs Tag Game!
Rules: Name a song for every letter of your username/nickname.
B - Benzin (Rammstein)
E - Enemy (Imagine Dragons)
N - Neglect (Mr.Kitty)
N - New Song (Måneskin)
I - Ich weiß es nicht (LINDEMANN)
thank you sm, @bucky-yes ! this was HARD but i tried to put all my fav artists here (except imagine dragons, ig, but E was hard and you know what. as an arcane fan it felt like an obligation)
taggin beloved @lara60, @scara99, @they-are-separate-things if yall feel like it c:
#mad respect for everyone who can listen to songs in their native language (looking at u ren)#are people generally more okay hearing their own language or does czech music just suck so fucking bad???#(probably the latter)#also holy fuck im always so ashamed when im supposed to talk about my music taste ahsdkjasd#its always like QUICK PEOPLE GOTTA THINK IM COOL AND LISTEN TO COOL MUSIC#but truth be told sometimes i have cringe pop songs i heard on a radio on repeat for a week
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How do you feel about other characters Charlie Day has played? Wanted to ask cuz I watched the Lego Movie recently and thought of you when I heard his voice :3
he. was in the l.ego movie?? wait wait. let me check something ajfklds
oh my God I'm like giggling bc i didnt know Charlie when that came out and i havent seen it in forever but when you said that i was like 'no he couldnt be that space guy' and he WAS and that makes SO much sense bc he was my FAVORITE omg ajfkdls now im just watching clips and giggling bc i just love Charlie's voice and it's so funny to think that even what. almost 10 years ago? it still was making me smile afjdksl
as for other characters i. i actually don't think i've seen anything else Charlie D.ay was in? except i guess he had a role in monster's u.niversity?? that character was cool, I guess he played the purple monster that's like all arms ajfdksl but i will say that i'm very excited for him to play L.uigi like 👀👀👀👀 that's one im looking at.... ajfklds
#waaaa Ruby im like. rly happy you heard his voice and thought of me ajfklds#he does have a very distinct voice huh?#i rly rly love his voice a lot like now i wanna go back and watch the l.ego movie just to hear his voice more ajfklds#and maybe even monsters u.niversity too... ajkfsld#but specifically since early on in me knowing charlie ive thought he'd be a good l.uigi. it just. it's always been something ive wanted ajf#so knowing that soon that dream will come true... 👀 im like. too excited about it ajfklds#it's literally such a big excitement that ive shelved it so that im not just bouncing around about it all the time ajfklds#but also as far as his characters go? ive seen his character from pac.ific rim around and im curious about him ajfkdsl#from what ive seen he's got some stuff in common with charlie. not everything or even a lot but. some ajfklds#ive never seen the movie but im curious to afjklsda#hiding that in the tags bc dont look at me asjfkdl my crush is literally just bc he looks like charlie but also is a scientist so it's like#he's like spicy charlie ajfkdsl#FJSDKL that comes off wrong but you know what i mean 😂 god somebody stop me im drinking a beer and going off the rails rn#ANYWAY djsakl thank u for bringing Benny back to my attention bc i love that lil guy c:#ren speaks#renlie#i suppose i can use our tag its fine ajfklds#ruby tag#💚.crush
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i hate these two i hate them soooo much <333 (giggling kicking my legs twirling my hair etc)
#youve heard of midnight reblogs now get ready for. literally just posting things at midnight. hi its midnight here. yippee :)#im SORRY for gooberposting ive just been#.. thinking#abt 431#like they were SUCH a dick#but like. i do feel sorry for them#mostly because of their proximity to 432 it just makes me soo sad#what must it have been like?? to put up with them for nearly nine years?#to witness /everything/- all the madness all the rambling everything#day after day??#what must it have been like to no doubt hear the truth about your existence or your world or your pupose here#and completely dismiss it?#partially because youre being controlled beyond your will#but partly because its how you stay in power#its how you stay relevant and employed and safe#and not listening was supposed to keep you safe and not knowing was supposed to keep you safe#so you dont listen and you ignore them and you never learn#because if you didnt you know- do you think they knew? how easily they could wind up in 432s position?#did the thought scare them? did it never occur? were they relieved?#we'll never know#do you think if theyd listened theydve stood a chance? do you think if theyd known theydve escaped deletion?#do you think if they werent so borne on being important and relevant and surviving#they might have wound up /living/?#anyway yes. the silly goobers.#ignore me.#employee 432#employee 431#the stanley parable
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It's so funny how the people in this house already act like I don't live here anymore.
#everyone fends for themselves except everyone is just me#we have meals as a family but if im still eating after everyones finished they can leave#bc i was the only one who had to make my own breakfast or lunch#they tell me to have a good day but dont stick around long enough to hear anything other than yes sir/maam#ive given up saying i love you as a goodbye bc id have to repeat myself until they heard it to reply#i am their ghost living in this body. stuck haunting until theyve had enough#its really no wonder im so pathetic sincr i keep putting up with it#ig thats what happens when u have nowhere else to go#there are worse places to be. i suppose
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person: *shows even the slightest hint of interest in music that I enjoy*
me: ah yes a new victim muhahahaha
#this is what listening to the wonder years will do to your personality#it's fun because it's so easy to steer the conversation into that direction#mention hobbies then music then ppl wanna hear it bc they haven't heard of it#then they express even the slightest bit of positive feeling for the music#and it's done#you have been caught in my trap#you will never find peace from me mentioning them every single time i see you for the rest of your life#i can't even think about the lyrics too hard because then I'll start infodumpjng to myself in my head#and then whoops it's been hours and I've just been hyping myself up thinking about how good the music is#i already know this information. i know it's good. i still need to scream ITS SO FUCKING GOOD THO in my head every so often lest i go insane#i haven't generated this much dopamine since I was in middle school and foaming at the mouth over fandoms#anyway if you're wondering what sparked this it's bc i made the mistake of listening to hum again this morning#then you're listening to wyatts song and thinking of screen door and whoops time to go listen to greatest generation in full again i guess#and do not even get me started on cardinals ii#you go from brothers & right into cardinals so it flows perfectly and then into cardinals ii and that is the peak of human emotion#i meed them to play all three in a row live and i need it to be recorded so i can listen to it even though the pure bliss may kill me#it just hits different when it's live bc in the studio version the drums stop when going from brothers & into cardinals#but the drums keep fucking going in the live versions there's an actual climactic peak where it fades right into the next and it is perfect#and they have live recordings going from brothers & to cardinals and cardinals to cardinals ii#but afaik they haven't played all three in a row yet. mayhaps next year......#though experiencing that live would probably permanently alter my brain#yes i am aware that i am very insane about them i cannot stop it and it is incurable#actually literally better than drugs imo#anyway look at me getting sidetracked on what was supposed to be a short tumblr break between studying for exams#i probably shouldn't listen to twy when im trying to focus on something else lol#you get into music bc it's the only hobby where you can enjoy it without dedicating extra time to it#and then it ends up taking over your thoughts and time way more than just doing regular people hobbies would have done#music#mine
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I am so so happy that the Dear Evan Hansen movie was laughably bad. I hated that show so fucking much, and the world would absolutely be a worse place if that movie was successful and inspired even MORE productions of the stage show. I mean I would have been seeing FAN ART of the movie if it had been competently made, and thank FUCK that didn't happen.
Here's the Jenny Nicholson review that I am currently watching for a second time, if you wanna see the one good thing to come from this horrible musical:
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#original#dear evan hansen#dear evan hansen movie#Jenny Nicholson#i remember being 23 and suicidal and hearing the big hopeful song from that musical and being like...#is this? song about suicide prevention SUPPOSED to make me want to do it more?????#and while a friend tried to argue that it was intentionally made hollow i later found out that this was not the case#the musical is very earnest about its suicide prevention messaging in the song i had heard and it is NOT supposed to make folks crave death#who knew!!!#ME. I DID. I CALLED IT.#I KNEW.#Youtube#like can you IMAGINE a world where Evan was played by some teenage heart throb !#and if it had baseline competent direction??#all the depressed teen girls who would suddenly be vehemently and emotionally defending the film from any kind of criticism#and lashing out viciously at people on Twitter for pointing out how shitty and harmful the narrative is???#and all the HIGH SCHOOL PRODUCTIONS that would have happened and GENUINELY GIVEN KIDS THIS HORRIBLE HARMFUL SHIT directly!!!!!#thANK you ben platt for playing this role in this movie#and thank you whoever cut together this ghoulish little film#terrible job everyone but good news is that dear evan hansen is a terrible thing so you've done a net good.#bad art can sometimes save lives. [by mitigating some of the harm that it was and is already doing. but still.]#also if this story was a good thing in someone's life that is fine good for them but nothing will convince me that this show is a good thing
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ANDOR: Ahem. I have heard that the greatest persuasion is nothing more than telling the truth, so I speak in the voice given me by my mother, Freya. I make no grand overtones or guttural whispers for dramatic effect.
(MARKET VENDOR: More flavours! Come and drink away your sorrows!)
ANDOR: I am only Andor. My voice trembles.
(MARKET VENDOR: More flavours! Come and drink away your sorrows!)
ANDOR: I have come to ask my father a question. Will you listen? Father, I know you're listening too.
LIEUTENANT AL: Prince Andor!
ANDOR: Haven't you noticed? Do these wings look like the product of some frivolous magic? Whom do you suppose the statue at the bridge represents? Not Mianite. I am an acolyte of the wounded goddess; I always have been. We worship Ianite.
LIEUTENANT AL: I have found evidence of a rebellion against Mianite! And I will have to arrest you, Prince, for leading this rebellion!
[With each syllable from Andor's lips grows a surrounding gust of wind, which halts the Lieutenant's advance, despite his best efforts to subdue the awakening acolyte.]
KING HELGRIND, now named APOSTLE HELGRIND: ANDOR!!!
ANDOR: While you have governed this port city and allocated its resources to the glorification of your "one true god," I-
APOSTLE HELGRIND, interrupting: You no longer have a place in this town! During my time away, the truth of the one true god has only become clearer.
ANDOR, speaking louder: I have been chiseling Ianite's likeness into your stones and penning her mantras into your paper. Her teachings have been with me all these years, guiding me towards a day of peace and unity-
LIEUTENANT AL: You will never…!
ANDOR, now shouting: -while you have winced at the thought of our hope and stooped over the corpses of the lost.
APOSTLE HELGRIND: Lieutenant, seize Andor and take him to our Lord.
ANDOR: If you had but journeyed with me! I am at the threshold. Soon, Ianite will rise! And my mother and sister's spirits will rise with her.
APOSTLE HELGRIND: Lieutenant!
LIEUTENANT AL: I- AM- TRYING!
ANDOR: I hear your voice, father. I hear your anger.
APOSTLE HELGRIND: ENOUGH OF THIS NONSENSE.
ANDOR: Do what you will with me. But first, know this. If your god is just and blameless, with flawless integrity, then fear not. Your battle is already won. But if there is the smallest fracture in Mianite's armor… then the crevice will widen. The shell will corrode. And Mianite's sins and yours will seep through. All the false glory you have built will be wiped in preparation for this world's restoration and rebirth. I do not know why you begrudge Ianite, for our family's death, nor why you hide your wounds, father. But I do know that healing is available to you. It is the greatest gift anyone can receive, greater than a shield, greater than a sword.
LIEUTENANT AL: Andor!
ANDOR: Greater than your perfect, made-up world. If it is your wish, see this to its end. Do everything in your power to create the world you so crave. I cannot stay your hand. I raise no sword. I wear no armor. I have only this boomerang, given by a true friend. You could stop this. We could go to the docks, and throw it, just like old times with Mom. We could. I invite you.
[ANDOR collapses from exhaustion. The protecting wind subsides, and he is immediately seized by LIEUTENANT AL.]
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