Song: Kitakami Overworld

Day 3 brings a quick favorite, OGERPON! I absolutely LOVE how I accidentally predicted how the plot would go in terms of Ogerpon being the victim of the 'Loyal' Trio's actions and then some. Absolutely friend shaped, I made one heck of a sound when I saw her unmasked.

100/10 would protect even if this baby has a deadly STAB move that has a high crit rate chance

slithering out from under a rock or something to inform you that you DO have followers who are yaku lovers <3 he's been my fave since day one and i would love to accompany him to the farmers market

ah.. i sit corrected... valuable confirmation of intel. *enters it manually into the nucadex* where to find yakufans: farmer's market (they will be farming and/or marketing)

bro he is literally just laying there saying whatever in their head talking about anything and everything but not sleeping.

okay i have my fan going fast enough it sounds like it’s going to fly off the ceiling and kill me maybe i still have a chance at life

i would like to thank michael jeffrey jordan for committing to the bit so much that he fucked the franchise over on his last draft pick as gm

just watched the school for good and evil and SOME NETFLIX WRITERS ARE ABOUT TO GET A VERY STRONGLY WORDED EMAIL TONIGHT BECAUSE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT

oh look! a post by everyone's favorite person, credence khae outlying-hyppocrate! a perfectly normal post! on perhaps something other than the topic of human suffering!

(i lied)

i love spending hours at an ungodly time helping a friend flesh out their wip, getting too carried away in the creation of needless flora and fauna (i got excited), and then both of you thoroughly traumatizing their characters and coming to the conclusion that you should possibly attend therapy together lmao

i lovelovelove ambiguous but very clearly queer friendships

I think I realized why IDW Sonic bothers me so much.

(don’t worry, I’m not strictly bitching about him, I’m done, I just made a mental connection and I wanted to talk about an OC of mine lol)

I created a character around 2011. I still like her a lot, although I could have done better and it’s very hard to fix her at this point.

In the story proper, she’s one of the main villains. She’s a general/dictator in charge of a prison, where “criminals” are forced to work in mines and then executed for whatever excuse she feels like coming up with. Let’s ignore for now the fact that she pushes for stricter and stricter laws to arrest as many people as possible. She has no conception of the importance of life and death, because she’s immortal, but her reasoning goes deeper than that.

In the past, she was a healer who lived in a theocratic empire, frequently accused of being a witch and executed in increasingly brutal ways because of her unnatural eyes (she had golden eyes, a common trait a few thousands years before but that then became increasingly recesside) but most importantly for the “weird” techniques she used (comes with the territory of having more or less 8000 years of experience). Instead of dropping her career, because well, healing people is nice but being sawed in half isn’t worth it, she stuck to her Principles. Not because she really cared about helping the same population that would accuse her and throw her into prison to be tortured and killed of course, no no: she wanted to feel good about her actions :) she wanted to think about how good and pure she was, to help all those ungrateful people out of her goodness of her heart uwu

Until she snapped and burned a village out of spite, of course, because you can be mindlessly “nice” for only so long. (nuance whomst)

Plus, she was unjustly accused so many times, and she swore that she was innocent countless times, that her brain... broke, and now she’s genuinely convinced that she’s inherently innocent and can do no wrong in her life ever. People hurt her for healing people, an unquestionably positive goal... so why should she care if she moved on to protecting “good” people by becoming a soldier, and then moved on to executing “bad” people once she had the power to do so? It’s all the same, right? Why should she question herself?

(oh, and she kills “criminals” in gruesome ways, like using her crystallokinesis to shove sand down people’s lungs and watching them drown. Just like they used to do to her <3)

Oh, and she’s in love with the man who saved her from a terrible fate in prison! (read: constantly dying from hunger, thrist and heat, and being reborn in the same cell on top of her own decomposing corpses. Yeah, no wonder she’s messed up) You would think that she’d treat him nicely, right? Ehhh no. She thinks she’s nice to him, but you could make the argument that she only likes him because he did something good for her, and not for the kind of person he actually is. In reality, he forced him into a state of undeadness because she refused to accept his death, accidentally turned him into a pariah for both heaven and hell, didn’t give a shit about the terrible un-life she gave him because “now we can be together <3″, doesn’t respect him, is awfully condescending towards his feelings, lords her authority over him when convenient, and her moods are so volatile that she might kill him in a fit of rage (remember: she can control sand and they live in a desert), and send him back to hell where his soul will be destroyed for a crime he didn’t commit. He’s obviously terrified of the same woman he used to consider a friend, and she’s none the wiser - she’s waiting for the day he “realizes” she’s in love with her, because that’s what she wants from him!

So yeah. A character who stuck to her Principles even if it didn’t make sense simply to feel good about herself, lacks complete self awareness and won’t even entertain the thought that she’s wrong, and treats people (well, person) she cares about like trash for “disrespecting” her and doesn’t acknowledge their agency. Sounds familiar? :)

I love my girl Denetria, but she’s a villain for a reason.

@tubbosfriend you are a cunt . have fun making a mediocre ending for your character with a groomer. there is information and enough evidence available to suggest dream has inappropriately messaged an underage girl and by turning a blind eye you have lost a lot of loyal fans, and your fanbase has lost their trust in you. The girl was being harassed for days on twitter yet you and your friends stood silently by and have clearly chosen a side. have seen you lose a lot of twitter and tumblr fans and if you continue to associate with dream i hope you lose a lot more. Sincerely, an ex fan :D

ADHDer when alone: poor impulse control

ADHDer with an audience: no impulse control

Ah fuck it's TOH finale anniversary apparently *the worst flashbacks you've ever seen*

After watching Cinderella (the original animated movie, which was my favorite as a child), it strikes me how it solves many common problems people have with this fairy tale. Like:

Why did they try to identify the mystery girl using her shoe size? Because the bullheaded king's only clue to her identity was the shoe the Grand Duke picked up off the steps.

Why didn't the prince recognize her by her face? Because his father wouldn't involve him in the process at all, and wasn't the one going around trying to find her.

Why did the prince want to marry a lady he only met that night? Because his father was going to force him to marry someone, and he genuinely liked this woman.

Why did Cinderella want to marry a man she only met that night? Because marriage was her best and most secure way to freedom. Fucked up, but you can't say it's unrealistic for the setting of a fairy tale. She also genuinely liked him.

If they're using the slipper to find her, wouldn't it be more sensible to search for the person with the other slipper? Yes. The King is purposefully nonsensical and the Duke is purposefully terrified enough of him to carry out his orders to the letter. Furthermore, they end up doing that in the end anyway, because the Duke's glass slipper is shattered, and Cinderella brings out the one she has to prove her identity.

Why didn't the stepmother and stepsisters recognize Cinderella at the ball? Because they were dancing too far away, and then left the party to dance in private, which was possible because the King wanted very badly for his son to hit it off with someone and tried to arrange the best conditions for that to happen.

Why didn't Cinderella save herself? Because in real life, abuse victims should not have to shoulder that responsibility, and usually can't. In real life, you need and deserve an external support system. Asking for help, in this kind of situation, is very important. She is saved by others because she is loved. Because she is not alone. Because she has friends who love her, and want her to be happy and safe and free. Because in real life, people who want to help someone who is suffering are like the mice. We can't pull out miracle solutions, but we can provide companionship and if we're in the right place at the right time, we can help the person find a better life.

Why didn't the fairy godmother save Cinderella from her abusive household, or try to help her sooner? Because she's magic, and magic can't solve your problems. Quote: "Like all dreams, well, I'm afraid it can't last forever." This (and Cinderella's dream of going to the ball) is a metaphor for pleasurable things in bad circumstances. An ice cream won't get rid of your depression, but it will provide you with momentary happiness to bolster you, as well as the reminder that happiness in general is still possible for you. Cinderella doesn't want to go to the ball so she can get away from her stepmother and stepsisters, or so she can meet someone to marry and leave with. She wants to go to the ball to remind herself that she can still have things she wants. That her desires matter. This is important because the movie does a very good job of illustrating Lady Tremaine's subtle abuse tactics, all of which invisibly press the message that Cinderella doesn't matter. While going to the ball and fulfilling her dreams may not be a victory in the material sense, it is still a victory against Lady Tremaine's efforts.

Why is Cinderella's choice to be kind and obedient framed as a good thing, when you are not obligated to be kind to your abuser? This one walks a very fine line, but I think the movie still makes it make sense. Lady Tremaine never acknowledges her cruelty. She always frames her punishments of Cinderella as Cinderella's fault. Cinderella is interrupting, Cinderella is shirking her duties, Cinderella is playing vicious practical jokes. Cinderella is still a member of the family, of course she can go to the ball, provided she meet these impossible conditions. Lady Tremaine's tactics are designed to make Cinderella feel like she must always be in the wrong and her stepmother must always be in the right. If Cinderella calls her stepmother out on her cruelty, or attempts to fight back, Lady Tremaine can frame that as Cinderella being ungrateful, cruel, broken, evil, etc. If Cinderella responds to her stepmother's cruelty defiantly (in the way she's justified to), she's not taking control out of Lady Tremaine's hands. Disobedience can be spun back into her stepmother's control. She wants Cinderella to be angry and sad and show how much she's hurting. So since Cinderella is adapting to her situation, she chooses to be kind. Not only because she naturally wants to be and it's part of her personality, but because it is a form of defiance in its own way, and it allows her to keep a reminder of her agency and value. Her choice to be kind is her chance to keep her own narrative alive: she is not obeying because her stepmother wants her to and she has to do what her stepmother does, but because she wants to. It's a small distinction, but one that makes all the difference in terms of keeping her hope and identity. (Fuck, I wrote a whole paragraph about how this doesn't mean you can't be angry at people who hurt you or that you need to be kind to deserve help, and then deleted it by accident. Uh. Try again.) Expressing anger and pain is an important part of regaining autonomy and healing. Although it is commendable to be kind while you are suffering, it is NOT required for you to get help or be worthy of help. If Cinderella's recovery was explored beyond "happily ever after" she would need to let herself be angry and sad to heal. Cinderella is not only kind because it comes naturally to her, but because it's her defense against the abuse she's suffering. Everyone's story and experiences are different, and one does not invalidate the other.

Bonus round for answers that aren't part of the movie:

Why didn't Cinderella run away? Where would she go? Genuinely, in hundreds-of-years-ago France, where would she go if she snuck out of the window with a change of clothes? With her step-family, she's miserable and abused, but she's fed, clothed, and in no danger of dying or being taken advantage of by anyone other than her stepmother and stepsisters. Even if she escapes and manages to find financial security, her stepmother might be able to find her and get her back.

Why didn't Cinderella burn the house down with them inside it/slit their throats in the night/poison their food/etc.? Because that's a revenge fantasy, and this story is a fantasy about being saved. There's nothing wrong with making Cinderella into a revenge fantasy. That's perfectly fine, as long as you acknowledge that the other type of fantasy is also a valid interpretation. (I mean, the original fairy tale features the stepsisters getting their feet mutilated and all three of them getting their eyes pecked out, so go for it.)

Why isn't Cinderella more proactive in general? Because she's a child who has been abused for the back half of her life, who has had to be focused on survival because. you know. she's an abused kid.

How did she dance in glass slippers? Gotta agree with you there man, that's weird.

❦ HOW TO GIVE HEAD

cw: mature, sexual content, blowjobs, swearing

here are the tips i give my friends so that they get 10/10 sloppy top ratings

"baby~" you coo from beside him on the couch.

the corner of choso's lips lift slightly in response, but his eyes still focus on the screen of his phone.

"babe~" you call again. "cho~"

although your voice is the most beautiful sound he's ever heard in his life, your boyfriend grants you mercy and finally answers you.

"yes, baby?" he asks softly, eyes not leaving his phone but the small smile still on his face. he can't see the beautiful, but maniacal, grin on your lips.

"teach me how to give a blowjob~"

the tendons in his hand tighten, nearly cracking the poor device between his fingers. besides his entire body going rigid, his eyes lock onto yours, only to nearly lose himself in the look of lust in your gaze.

"y-you can't just ask that shit with a smile on your face!" your boyfriend sputters, cheeks and neck blooming with a harsh blush.

"but who else am i supposed to ask?" your question is just too pure and innocent for the look in your face, and yet, choso can't help but fall victim to you.

"fine, just-fine." he takes a tense breath before saying "sit."

with a little too much enthusiasm, you kneel on the floor between his legs, hands gently resting atop your thighs. you look like a doll to him, so eager to please and so pretty that his cock would twitch even if he didn't know what was going to happen next.

he runs a hand over his face.

"fuck, baby, don't look so eager." his deep voice is muffled behind his fingers.

you giggle. "can't help it."

"'kay, now—um—fuck." choso pinches his nose for a second, gathering his own courage to say, "you're gonna need, like, a lot of spit." while he speaks, your fingers dance across the waistband of his sweatpants, littering his v-line with goosebumps as you free his half hard cock from his boxers.

"it needs to be messy, yea?" you look up at him and lick your lips, coating them with a shine that.

he nods silently, jaw clenched.

"t-then, you're gonna wanna -fuck!" you don't let him finish when you take a lick against his tip. the rough texture of your tongue dulled by the coating of saliva you gathered across it. as you continue to pleasure him, he lets out a low groan of satisfaction, his grip tightening on the edge of the couch. the intensity in his eyes tells you that he's enjoying every moment, encouraging you to take him further down your throat.

"fuck." he whines, taking note of your comfortability, just like always. "breath through your nose."

your head bobs up, taking a breath through your nose now that your throat is clear. swirling the tip of his cock with your tongue, you tease him with slow, deliberate strokes. his hips buck involuntarily, a desperate plea for more. the taste of his precum on your tongue only fuels your desire to please him further.

"the tip-the tip, baby." your tongue pays special attention to the slit at the top of his pretty dick that's leaking absurd amounts of precum, and your boyfriend squeaked out a small, "yes, fuck."

as you continue to focus on pleasuring him, you eagerly comply with his request, intensifying your attention on the sensitive tip of his throbbing member. the combination of his desperate pleas and the taste of his precum drives you to further explore and satisfy him, ensuring his pleasure remains at the forefront of your mind.

"b-balls."

your manicured hands cup his balls. you gently massage and caress them, feeling their weight in your palms. the soft moans escaping his lips encourage you to continue, as you use the pads of your fingers and palms to fondle them.

"oh fuck."

it feels like a shame to waste your nails, so with one of them abandoning your boyfriend's sensitive balls, it creeps up to his v-line. You trace teasing circles along his v-line, feeling the shivers of anticipation ripple through his body. the combination of your delicate touch and the sensation of your nails grazing his skin heightens his arousal, making him tremble with desire.

the combination of all your minstrastions causes choso to buck against you, whimpering out obscenities as he jumbles out a warning of going to cum.

"fuck!" he whimpers as your lips release him.

spurts of cum fly into the air, landing in splats across choso's thighs, pants, and your hands as you lazily jerk him off.

the fucked out expression on his face and the mess he made of himself all because of your doing just made you crave him even more, so with one last move, you gave his angry, red, tip a soft lick, nearly causing him to cry in ecstasy.

when he calmed down, he gave you a look.

"you've done this before."