#;; we are everywhere : fellow monsters

[wernerherzogs]

bear in mind i've never seen yellowstone when i say this but, seeing your tag post about the reason for jamie's family dynamics and how its bad writing is extremely funny to me because that is exactly what happened to my best friend dean winchester 😂

*takes a long drag of a cigarette* dean winchester..... now that's a name i haven't heard in a while

[doberbutts]

The rise of acceptable anti-blackness is everywhere, and leftists have insidious way of positioning black bodies and black communities as regressive, monsterous, and in need of guidance. I'm finding it works the exact same way as the neo-nazi pipeline. They ask "genuine questions," that ultimately serve to gather an audience, shift through the ramble for supporters, and fan the flames of fascism. All their questions already have a (bigoted) answer. It's a recruitment strategy:

"Why are black southerners homophobic, but vote Democrat?"

"Why is rap music so sexist?"

"Shouldn't black people know better than to be sexist/transphobic/homophobic?"

These are actual questions I've seen. I'm stumped at what to do about it.

It comes, unfortunately, with being a hypervisible marginalization.

Black people are not allowed to just be. We are required to do so much more than just exist in order to get basic respect and acknowledgement as fellow human beings.

My new manager (a black man) and I were just joking about this- he was complaining that my clinic which is now majority white due to some serious workplace drama (previously was majority Puerto Rican) had some very drying soaps and chemicals we clean with but an ancient mostly empty bottle of hand lotion and how he'd have to fix that. I made a joke about being ashy and we had a giggle about making sure to moisturize the hands, knees, ankles, and elbows especially in a customer-facing job where you are expected to look presentable, clean, professional, well-groomed, always wearing crisp and freshly laundered clothes, and of course your best customer service smile and polite language.

And it's not to say that that isn't true of everyone who works there- but I do find it interesting that one of the white women who work there can show up with frizzy hair and be fighting with the humidity all day and be fine, but I have been Spoken To in this profession for my hair looking "sloppy" and "dirty" while wearing it in a natural style, freshly done up and with products in it. Not at this specific job, but within this career.

Our margin for error is much narrower than others- and our ability to be seen as individuals instead of as a hive mind is even less. Every single person asked me about the Kendrick Superbowl thing- I don't watch football and I don't listen to Kendrick as a general rule (if I'm listening to rap 99% of the time I'm listening to black women and not men because often I like their sound and lyrics better) so it took me several days to even watch the thing. But every white person out there made sure to ask me how I felt about it.

I'm always willing to discuss the Problems in the black community in an open and honest light, but I find I'm less willing to discuss them if I don't feel like the question is coming from a place of wanting to understand and more like the question is coming from a place of ignorance and/or racism. I talk about these things with my white friends sometimes- my white friends who have never given me weird vibes about race and who often are of marginalized experience themselves (and sometimes highly visible marginalized experience such as my Jewish friends and my trans fem friends!) - but a random ask I am less inclined as I do not think that person is actually wanting to understand the answer to such a short question with such a nuanced and complicated reason.

[idiotmf]

Screw ghosts

Ahem...

Paranormal investigator reader who keeps getting screwed (with) by ghosts.

Additionally, ghost reader who keeps screwing (with) the paranormal investigators.

MDNI, NSFW

Okay, okay, another one of those "hear me out" posts, I feel like most of my drafts are currently those sorts of posts.

I like the idea of a paranormal investigator (you) going around haunted places to try and get fucked by ghosts.

Gender of the ghosts don't matter.

All that matters is getting something ghostly shoved up your hole or bouncing on your needy cock, spread open or submerged in something you can't even see. Licked, groped and fucked by said ghost, maybe there's even multiple involved or maybe it's just one with a ton of hands, a ton of cocks or even mouths. Your imagination is your limit.

I mean, you wouldn't know, aside from the fact you're getting your brains fucked out, you also can't really see them, so who knows what they are but let's be real, you're just a little slut for those ghosts, you don't really care.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

I also kinda like ghost reader fucking (with) a paranormal investigator who happens to be looking for ghosts to fuck them.

Go sit on a paranormal investigator's face today or shove a surprise down their throat and watch their mouth gape with nothing inside!

Bounce on their cock or make them bend over for yours. The possibilities are endless, go make that little slut submit to you!

Fill them up like the little whore they are or force them to try and fill you up, but oopsie, you're a ghost, so their needy little dick might spurt cum everywhere.

You know they'll come back for more sooner or later and if not, the next one is probably coming around soon, waiting for a ghost to take charge.

We need more monster reader x human character, truly.

Be the needy investigator to someone's horny ghost or vice versa.

Cheers, fellow freaks. (✌◠▽◠)

[sachiko6243]

Make me your wife

Summary: Y/N and her sister got attacked by giant spiders. Luckily Thranduil and his men were near enough to come to their rescue. What Y/N didnt think would ever happen, would be the elven king falling for her sassy and sarcastic character...

Word count: 6606

Warnings: spider attack in the beginning, sass, smut in the end, Minors DNI, this contains adult content!

This was written on request for: @mitsurisu I hope you like it. Sorry for the long wait, but I had much to do at my work. 😅

I was riding through the forest of the Woodland realm with my sister Leonor. We had set of from Rivendell on the request of Legolas. We had met him after he had helped the dwarves to take back their mountain. He was a very nice fellow, flirtatious and easy going, to the point where my sister had poked me and made fun of me for maybe pursuing him as a potential partner. She had been married to her husband for the last 300 years and was still utterly convinced that I would be happy in a marriage as well.

Nothing I said was driving her from that path and I had given up convincing her otherwise, deciding that letting her talk and ignore it would be the best option. She was once again on a rampage on married life, while I rode besides her, letting my thoughts and gaze wander. A crack deeper in the woods made me listen up. I knew that in those woods there were living many giant spiders, so I silenced my sister. She wasn’t a fighter like I was and if we were in trouble I needed her to listen to me.

“Shut it, Leonor. I think I heard something!” I whispered, but she waved it off. “Oh, come on Y/N. You always see and hear danger everywhere.”

“Its my job. I am a soldier after all. Be quiet, there are many spiders in these woods. I need to figure out if we are in danger.” I growled, my hands already gripping my two swords.

“Relax. There is nothing out there. You know how thoroughly Legolas and the guards clear those woods. He has told us on many occasions.” She sighed, not taking the threat seriously.

Another crack made me draw my swords, telling my horse to speed up. Leonor was quick to follow me and we were now thundering through the forest. I really hoped that it was just the forest doing foresty things and not some giant spiders, but my hope was being denied.

With a loud thud, a dark green giant spider dropped right in front of us. Leonor was just quick enough to steer her horse around it, while I was cut of by the spiders body. My horse shrieked, nearly throwing me off, but I was just able to keep me on its back. “RUN!” I yelled at my sister, making myself ready to face the big monster.

“Y/N!” She screamed, drawing the attention of the beast to her. It got up high enough for me to ride under his stomach, grabbing the reigns of my sisters horse who seemed frozen in place.

Dragging her behind me, I rushed my horse through the woods, hoping that we would be faster than that spider. Leonor took a while to come out of her frozen state, but when she was able to steer her horse again, I gave her back the reigns, now drawing my bow, turning around on my horse to shoot at the giant spider. But it didn’t seem like my arrows really seemed to bother the creature that was chasing us. And to my dismay, I hear the clicking sounds of several more coming through the woods.

They started to catch up to us, our horses slowly but surely loosing speed. And then it happened. We got circled by two smaller spiders dropping in front of us. Our horses freaked again, this time throwing us off their backs and making a run, only to be killed by spiders stomping onto them. Immediately they started to drag them away, probably into their net. I reached for another arrow, realizing, that I had shot every single one of them, without taking down one single spider.

“Fuck.” I let out, throwing my bow to the ground and dragging my swords.

“What do you mean fuck?” Leonor asked and I just gritted out: “Fuck as in we are fucked. I am out of arrows.”

“You shot all of them?” She asked and I wanted to smack her: “No, I threw them away. Of course I did!”

“No need to be so snappy.” She lashed back and I just looked at her with a deadly glare. “Oh yes, we are just about to die and I should play happy fun time with you? Forgive me for feeling a little stressed.”

“Its not my fault, that it happened.” Leonore seemed hurt and I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “I never said it was. I am sorry for snapping at you. Its just… Ah forget it. Try to stay close to me, without getting in my way. If we are getting separated, I cant protect you and if you are in my way, I will probably hurt you. Just…” I tried to make it understandable for her. “…think of it as a dance.”

“A dance?” She asked and I could hear she was raising her brows. “Why would I think of this as a dance?” Shrugging my shoulders I swung my sword at the first spider stepping close: “I don’t know. You are the minstrel of us. I was just trying to make it logical for you.”

I didn’t hear what she answered, because my sword collided with the heavy foot of a spider, drawing an ugly screeching sound from it, as I cut through the hard material. Letting my second sword swing higher, I managed to stab it into the thicker part of the leg. Ripping out my first sword, I swung my body around and through the air, landing on top of the spider. I forced both my swords into its head, managing to down it. Jumping off, I faced the next one, but my fight seemed to have no end, as I saw that the ranks were quickly closed again.

A horn being blown and horses thundering through the woods made me catch a new wave of hope and I started to fight back harder, always making sure to cover my sister from any attacks. I heard yelling and arrows whirring through the air and I realized, that the spiders slowly but surely were thinned out. Facing another one, I was just quick enough to jump aside, as it launched for me. Rolling around, I found myself underneath its big body. Not hesitating a second, I stabbed my blades into its stomach drawing it along, as I ran to get out of there.

A mixture of spider blood, gushy intestines and a sort of dark slime covered me, as I stumbled out beneath the tumbling and falling creature. Catching my breath, I stood there for several seconds, trying to regain some strength and to get rid of the slippery mixture that covered me. When I was able to look back up, the rest of the spiders had either been slain or forced away, leaving us and the elves that came to our rescue behind. “Y/N! Leonor!” I heard Legolas yell, turning to look at him.

A sarcastic smile on my lips, I greeted him: “You seem to lack in your mission to clear the woods, my prince.” He gritted his teeth, hugging Leonor, but refraining to do the same to me: “You are as friendly as always, Y/N.” I shrugged, shoving my swords back into their sheaths. “What can I say. I was raised to be a sunshine.” But when I saw his father approaching us, I stopped talking, bowing to greet the king. “My king. I apologize for causing trouble in your lands.”

“No need to apologize. You were right. It seems as if my son isn’t particularly thorough with his task. I am the one in need to apologize as this has clearly endangered you and your…”

“Sister, my king.” I helped him out, still looking down on the ground.

“…your sister. Am I correct with the assumption you came to visit my kingdom?” He asked.

“Yes, my king. We came to visit your son, prince Legolas. He has invited us.” I answered stiffly, looking at Legolas for help. The blond elf just smiled at me and I dared to look at his father the first time. And what I saw knocked the breath out of my lungs. He was gorgeous to say the least.

Tall, strong, handsome. The similarities to Legolas unmistakable. And his blue eyes. Staring at me as if he was reading directly into my soul. I was totally caught of guard by his appearance, not realizing he was talking to me again: “I am sorry. What did you say, my king?” I barely remembered to address him by his title, but he didn’t seem to mind. Smiling at me, he repeated his words: “I was welcoming you to my kingdom. As it seems, something must have caught your attention, my Lady.”

“Y/N. Just Y/N, my king. I am no lady. Just a common soldier of Rivendell.” I corrected him, trying my best to hide my breathless voice. Thranduil looked behind me, the smile on his lips widening. “A very good one, as it seems. You took out two spiders on your own.”

“And I shot all my arrows without them having any effect.” I reduced his praise, not feeling comfortable with the king saying such high words about me. He clicked his tongue. “Ah, arrows barely have any effect on the spiders. Their shells are far to thick for them to penetrate deep enough.”

“I didn’t know, my king. The next time I will come prepared.” I said, bowing deeply again.

“The next time?” He asked with a smirk to his lips and I furrowed my brows: “Yes? Did I do something wrong, my king? If I have insulted you in any form, I apologize.” But Thranduil just grinned at me with a knowing look on his lips, before he turned around: “The next time you visit us, let me know beforehand, so that I can ensure your save journey. A lady like you must not face such beasts under my watch.”

“I can fend for myself!” I yelled after him, this time leaving out his title, as his assumption angered me. He looked over his shoulder, taking in my angry form for a moment, before he answered: “I know. But I would feel better if you were protected by my guards.” Then he turned around, looking at a light brown haired man: “Feren, ensure that Leonor and Lady Y/N have a horse to ride on and have a bath prepared for them.” The man bowed his head slightly. “Yes, my Lord.”

***

And that’s how I had met Thranduil. That was nearly 100 years ago. 87 to be exact. He had started to court me soon after that incident, sending letter over letter to Rivendell, to the point where even Lord Elrond heard of what was happening. In the beginning I didn’t think much of it, reading his letters as nothing more as friendly correspondence. Until one day he literally showed up in Rivendell, demanding to speak with Lord Elrond himself.

Later on, I was told, that Thranduil had demanded to know if I was forced to work too much, since I didn’t answer every single one of his letters. From then on, our letters turned into a frequent thing, until one day I asked Lord Rivendell to free me from my duties and to allow me to live in Mirkwood. Lord Elrond let me go with a warm and knowing smile, something I didn’t exactly know how to read back then.

But soon, Thranduil and my friendship turned into him making advances until I finally gave in to courting him. Thranduil had pulled every string he had, to get me to fall for him. He made sure that I was taken care off, that I had everything I ever wished for to the point where I literally had to fight him on lessening his extensive gifts, but there was nothing I could do to talk sense into that man.

And now here I was, sitting at the big banquet next to him. We had gotten married. Well technically we weren’t truly married yet, since for elves the marriage was only completed when the marriage was conceived. And to be honest, I couldn’t wait much longer. My friends and family had come to Mirkwood and wished me the very best. Even Lord Elrond had managed to fit in time to spare my marriage a visit, congratulating me.

I looked at my now husband, only to find him staring at me already. “You are so beautiful, my little starlight.” He whispered, reaching his hand for mine. I squeezed his hand, leaning in to his shoulder. “How long do we have to keep up this thing, until we can retreat?” I asked, the alcohol in my blood probably pushing me to speak this openly. Thranduil chuckled at my words: “So desperate already?” I smacked him on the chest. “Don’t tell me you aren’t.”

“At least I don’t show it so openly.” He teased me, kissing my hand softly. “Dance with me, meleth.”

Letting him pull me to my feet, he guided us to the dancefloor, pulling me close to his body and I could feel that he was longing for me the same way I did for him. His head sank down to my level as he whispered: “This one last dance should appease our guests. I think they already know what is about to happen, but it is much easier to vanish between dancing couples than from the high table.” I smirked at his words, leaning my head onto his chest. “Is that so, my king?”  I felt him shrug: “At least I suspect it would make things easier for Feren. He always seems to be so stressed.”

“That’s because you stress him, herven.” I answered and the way he stiffened at me calling him husband for the first time, made me smile. “Herven.” He repeated. “Say it again. It sounds so beautiful from your lips.”

“What? Herven?” I asked, putting a soft moan to my words. Thranduils breathing became rigid, as he clearly had trouble keeping the rhythm of the dance. He took a deep breath, before he simply ended the dance pulling me through the other couples. “You know what? Fuck it. I am done waiting.” Once we were far enough away from the others to hear or see us, he threw me over his shoulder, causing me to shriek out loud. “Thranduil!”

“Oh yes. That’s even better.” He grinned, carrying me through the halls and back to his chambers. “I am going to make sure that the only things that are leaving your mouth will be my name, my title and those sweet little moans or yours.”

***

Thranduil stopped in front of his door, looking at me with what I believed to be fear in his eyes. “Are you ready?” He asked me and I nodded: “Yes.” Taking his hand, I followed him inside. As soon as the door fell shut behind us, he pressed me against a wall, a sly smirk on his lips. “You have no idea, how much I waited to do this.” I didn’t react to his tease, just pulling him in by his collar, desperate to kiss him. His hands wandered to my waist, gripping the fabric of my dress.

I held onto him, still letting his hands wander over my body. “Are you sure, you want to do this?” He asked, his breath fanning down my neck, before he bit down on my sweet spot. Moaning at the sensation that rushed through my body, I tried my best to keep the conversation going: “Yes, I am. I haven’t been so sure about anything in my life, ever.”

“Good. Because I doubt, I would be able to endure the wait any longer.” His husked voice sent shivers down my spine and I had to hold on to his shoulders, to not faint. “You know what this perfume does to me, darling? The whole evening, I could not focus on anything else than you sweet smell. Do you even know, how hard I was all evening?” He picked me up, pressing me against the wall, looking at me with an angry hunger in his eyes. “I should not be commanded by a woman like that, especially not one that does it so easily like you do. It is endangering my reputation.”

“I think your reputation as the King is hardly attacked with you desiring your wife.” Trying my best to fight back against his administrations, I rolled back my head when his free hand opened the lacing of my dress, desperate to feel more of him. “What reputation, darling? Go on. Make your point.”

“The… fuck…” I cursed, earning a chuckle: “That’s very unladylike, darling. I should knock that word out of your brain.”

“You wouldn’t dare to do that. You love my dirty mouth.” I sassed back. He hummed at my words, just holding me tight to his body. “I do. And I want to make sure you are taken care off.” His words made me open my eyes again, leaning back to look at him.

He let me down slowly, still trying to hide his face from me, but I held his head, looking at him, when he let go of me: “No, please tell me. What are you afraid of?” I asked, stepping closer to him, but he just dodged backwards. Tilting my head, I followed him into the living area, effectively backing him into the sofa. When he sat down on it, I straddled his lap. “Are you afraid to be close to me?”

“No…” He breathed heavily. “Yes… I don’t know. I… I want to be close to you, but I don’t want you to feel forced. You know how it is… Wifely duties and all and I don’t want to pressure you into anything, but at the same time I want to feel you, hold you, smell you, taste you. Everything. I am in no place to expect anything from you, so I refrain from giving in to those thoughts too much, because I don’t want to make it too obvious to you, that my needs are currently overruling my consciousness. And now that I am close and… and alone with you, I realize that its much harder than I have thought it would be... I want this to be special to you. I want to be the loving husband you deserve, to let you know that you are my most priced treasure… That I would do anything for you.”

I just looked at him: “Are you… are you rambling? The elven king and man of precise language is rambling and stuttering?”

“Yes.” Was all he said. “And you currently sitting on my lap, dressed like that, doesn’t help my case either.”

“What's stopping you?” Letting my voice drop lower, I leaned forward, rolling my hips shamelessly over his lap. He groaned out, gripping my tighter. “Y/N… You don’t have to do this. I can live with it, if you aren’t ready.”

“Do I look forced, meleth?” I whispered close to his ear, nibbling on it. “Show me what it feels like. Please, meleth. Touch me. Please… be my husband.”

Thranduil let his head fall back, his eyes were closed, as he was definitely on his last straw of mindfulness. “How much do I need to push you, until you give in?” I giggled at his neck, making my way up to his chin and then hovering over his lips. “Would it help, if I lose my wedding dress?”

“You sound like a prostitute…” He gritted out and I just grinned wider. “And? Is it working?”

“Yes. And I don’t know if I like that thought.”

“Which thought? Me as a prostitute, or that I am succeeding to win you over that easily?” I kept on teasing him. Leaning back, I opened up the strings of my dress, pulling it over my head.

He balled his fists at my waist, his eyes forcefully trained on my face. “Both. But I would never let you become a prostitute.”

“Scared to share me?” Still keeping up my teasing way, I just sat on top of him, waiting for him to react. “No.” He gritted out.

“What's it then? Afraid another man might do me better?” Wetting my fingers with my tongue, I let them slide between my legs, stabilizing myself with my free hand on his knee. And when my fingers found my clit, I hummed in pleasure, still watching his face intently. Not reacting to my administrations, he spoke in a very forced tone: “You are my wife. There is no other man. Ever.”

“Hmmm. I like that, meleth.” I sighed, feeling how I grew wetter, so I dipped one finger inside my core, only to then put it to my mouth to lick it clean. “I like it, when you get possessive and confrontive towards other men. The difference of how you treat them and how you treat me, makes me feel special.”

“Does it now?” He sassed and I sighed internally. I finally had him broken out of his restrictive shell. I had my husband back: “Always has.”

“You really want to do this?” He inquired further and I nodded. “Yes. Please. I think I am ready.” Taking one last breath, he gripped my thighs. “Hold on.” Without giving me much time to react, he got up, walking towards the bedroom. “If you want me to do this, I am going to do this properly.”

“I know. Everything else wouldn’t be like you.” I grinned, hiding my face in his neck. He sat me down slowly on the edge of the bed. Then he stepped back, taking off his clothes one piece after the other: “If you are already naked, I shall be too. I don’t want to make you feel insecure.” His words made me blush and I stuttered out a quiet “Thank you.”  

Thranduil came back to me sinking further to his knees. When he was eyelevel with my stomach, he softly kissed it, then down my thigh until he reached my knee. “Lean back and relax.” His voice was rough, his warm breath sending goosebumps over my inner thigh.

“I want to watch you. I need to see you.” I whispered, stroking through his hair. His jaw clenched at my words, but he didn’t say anything, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to it. “If you wish so.” His fingers ghosted over my skin, leaving trails of goosebumps behind. “I will take my time today. I want to take care of you as good as I can.” He whispered roughly, kissing the insides of my thighs up to my core. I was too mesmerized with his softness, his blue eyes burning with love and passion, that I was incapable of answering him.

Then I felt his first finger touch my core and I stiffened up, digging my nails in his shoulders. He immediately stopped, looking up at me, waiting for me to relax. We stared into each others eyes, Thranduil kissing and nibbling on my thighs. “You are safe, meleth. Relax. There is nothing you have to fear.” Taking a deep breath, I focused on his eyes, relaxing as much as I could. And when he felt me giving up my barrier, he kept on pushing his finger inside of me. “See? You are doing great.”

I closed my eyes, the faint sound of his name on my lips and I could feel the familiar feeling starting to grow between my legs. Carefully he added another finger, scissoring them apart, creating a steady rhythm. “Let go, love. You are doing so good. Taking my fingers so well.” He praised me, his voice low and soft like silk. I could feel my blood rush to my face, painting it a light pink shade, my heartbeat thrumming in my ears, that I nearly missed his sweet little murmurs. His mouth wandered all over my thighs, my stomach, and hip bones, until he hovered over my core. “May I?”

“Yes…” I breathed out, moaning, when I felt his lips kiss my sensitive spot. Instinctively I spread my legs further, letting myself fall back onto the bed, one hand still clasping his free arm. “Thranduil…” I moaned, unable to focus on anything else than the man between my legs, lulled in by his sweet touches and soft little praises. “Please don’t stop.” I cried out, not really caring, that it was still the early evening, our windows hanging open, still a hurried humming coming from the big ball room.

“Never.” Was all he answered, slowly finger fucking me. It was ridiculous, how fast he was able to find the sweet spot deep inside of me. I heaved myself onto my elbows, wanting to see him, rather than just feeling him. And the expression that he had on his faze was breathtaking. Full of confidence and arrogance, a slight smirk forming on his lips, when he realized I was watching him again. “You taste so fucking good.” He groaned, raising his head to properly look at me. The shamelessness of him made me gasp out in embarrassment. His face was covered in my slick, eyes wild and hungry.

His gaze flickered between soft love and hungry possession as he was clearly fighting his urges to claim me. And I was absolutely turned on by it.

Thranduils smile grew wicked, when he saw how much I was affected by him. Wiping my slick of his chin, he licked his fingers clean, making a show out of it, simultaneously not stopping his fingers working my core. “You like that do you?” I wasn’t able to answer, just staring him in the eyes. “Answer me, my love, or I will stop.” He teased, some of his usual possessive self breaking through.

“Yes.” I pressed out, his name quickly following, when he curled his fingers perfectly against my sweet spot. Dipping down again, his fingers and tongue kept pushing me further down the road of my orgasm. The knot in my lower stomach starting to grow tighter, my legs wrapping around his shoulders, to keep him in place. I could feel my walls starting to flutter around his digits, another sign that I was close. The strength left my upper body and I fell back onto the bed, pulling his free arm close to my chest, nails digging into his skin. My eyes rolled back into my head as his name rang through the room, when my orgasm suddenly washed over me.

I felt him carefully pull out his fingers, his hands gently covering my cunt, as I just dwelled in the feeling. Tears started to form in my eyes and I tugged on his arm. “Meleth…” I mewled, desperate to feel him. He reacted instantly, getting up from his position climbing onto the bed and pulling me higher into the pillows. I turned around, crawling to the headboard falling to my stomach. “Feel you!” I pressed out, hugging a pillow tight to my chest.

Seconds later, I could feel his warm body hovering over me. I reached out for his hand that was holding his weight, clamping my fingers around his wrists. Sinking down on his elbows, he pressed me down, taking my hands in his bigger ones. The new intimate position making me feel hot and safe at the same time. His strong chest forced me down, chest hair tickling on my back, his thighs caging me in, as he buried me underneath him. “Thranduil…” I whimpered desperately, bucking my ass against his crotch.

He growled into my ear, his lips smothering me roughly, leaving a trail of wet kisses behind. “Please… I need you… Meleth…” I tried again, pressing up against his body, only to be met with him pressing me down further. “By Valar, please… I cant bare it anymore…” Begging for more, I cried out for him the tension in my body so high, that I was sure I would snap any moment.

His hands were roaming over my body, when he suddenly grabbed my arm, twisting me around. I shrieked and he instantly pulled back, skidding back to the edge of the bed, hands raised. “I am sorry, darling. I let myself go. Forgive me.”

“Its alright, Meleth. I trust you. I just didn’t expect this.” I smiled at him, reaching out for him. “Come back. Please.”

“What if I hurt you?” He stayed at the end of the bed.

“You wont hurt me.”

“You don’t know that!” He nearly yelled; the stress clear in his eyes. I gulped hard, seeing him irritated like that send a shiver down my spine. Taking a deep breath, I forced the unwanted thoughts out of my head.

“I know that you would never willingly do something that would harm me in any way. And that is all you can do. I trust you with all my life and I want this, meleth. I need this. Please. What can I do to make you believe me? To help you to trust yourself with me?”

“Promise to tell me, when its too much, or when I hurt you.” He rasped, slowly coming back to me, leaning his face into my hand.

“I promise.”

“Thank you.” He whispered, kissing my palm, before he sat back on his ankles, opening his breeches and I couldn’t help but stare at him.

His cock sprung free, hard, and tinted in a light pink shade, a drop of precum already crowning on his tip. “Fuck yes…” I breathed, staring at his manhood, not realizing, that he moved again, ridding himself from his breeches, crawling towards me again. He forced me to lay back down on my back and I just wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him flush against my core. That caused him to grind his hips against mine, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. I just clung to his body, squirming against his touch. “So needy.” He mused, kissing his way down to my breasts, taking one nipple between his lips.

Him sucking so delicately on my nipple, let me jolt in pleasure. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, twitching in anticipation. Supporting all his weight on one hand, he looked at me one last time, waiting for me to give him my consent. Nodding I bit my lip, bracing myself for what was about to come. He guided his hard member into me, very carefully easing his way in. I was still incredible wet from my previous orgasm, but I wasn’t prepared to take him, my body tensing up at the intrusion, making him stop mid movement. “Are you alright, darling? We don’t have to…” But I shook my head. “Go on. I want this.” 

Once he bottomed out, he stayed sheathed like that, distracting any thought I had with kissing me, until my head spun. It didn’t take long for me to grow accustomed to him, my hips starting to roll against him. I held onto his shoulders, looking him deep into the eyes. “I love you.” Thranduil nearly crumbled at my words, closing his eyes and groaning lowly. “Fuck me… That’s the hottest ‘I love you’, you have ever said.” Giggling I blushed. “I doubt that.”

“Not that it isn’t incredible to hear you say it in any other situation, but this… this just hits different. You trusting me like this... This memory will forever be my heaven.”

“You old romantic.” I groaned, but my smile betrayed me, him bending down for a kiss. “Always for you.”

Slowly he started to move, setting a slow and steady pace, fully set on pleasuring me as much and long as he could. My walls started to accommodate him more, relaxing around him. I hummed at the sweet feeling that started to spread through my body, my head sinking deeper into the pillows. “Yes…” I sighed, closing my eyes, just holding onto his upper arms.

“I love you, darling. Just relax and enjoy.” His words were water on a hot stone, instantly fogging up my mind, a light veil covering us.

He bent down to my neck, kissing it, nibbling onto my shoulder and a short worry of being marked up by him shot through me, but when he managed to hit my sweet spot, that worry got kicked out of my mind again. “Thranduil!” I yelped, digging my nails into his arms even more. “Do it again.” He growled against my skin, his teeth nipping on the sweet spot right under my ear. “Let me hear how much this pleasures you.” I complied to his demand, babbling before I even managed to filter anything that left my mouth: “Please… Give me more… I need more. Make me your wife, please… This feels so good. You feel so good. Claim me, please… meleth.”

“God, Y/N.” He moaned. “You are going to be the death of me…” The way he was so affected by it, only fed the tingly feeling in my body, spreading it to my limps. The tension in my lower stomach now growing bigger with every second, causing me to produce a guttural moan. I clasped my hand in front of my mouth, my gaze wandering towards the open balcony door, but Thranduil didn’t seem to mind one bit. Quite the opposite. He let out a growl, taking my hand away again. “Let them hear. Let the whole kingdom know, that you are my wife.”

Shifting his weight, he leaned back on his ankles, raising my hips, while fucking me deeper into the mattress. The new position caused him to hit a particular deep spot inside of me, pushing all the air out of me in a loud cry of his name.

“Say it again, little one. Let everyone know who you belong to.” He darkly smiled at me, his thrust not faltering one second. “So beautiful. So perfect for me. Taking my cock so well.” Praising me, he didn’t let go of my eyes. “Keep your eyes on me, bereth. I want to see you, when you come.”

I couldn’t help but stare at him, mesmerized by him, not able to resist the drawl he put into calling me his wife. His wife. That title alone did things to my mind, I wasn’t prepared for. The knot in my stomach was about to pop, threatening to pull me under. And by the way he was grinning, he knew. Knew from the way I shivered, the way my walls fluttered around his length. “Go on, my starlight. Let go for me. I wanna see those beautiful eyes roll back in your head. Wanna feel how you twitch around me and make a mess on my cock.” He spurred me on. And on cue I came.

Hard.

My back arched from the bed, eyes rolling back inside my head. I shivered in his hands in pure bliss of my orgasm, his name ringing through the room loud enough, that I was sure even the soldiers standing guard on the southern entrance were able to hear me. This orgasm was hard and fast, crushing into me like a rogue wave. Thranduil still kept his pace, thrusting into me, roughly praising me: “That’s it, darling. Ride it out. You are doing so good. Looking so fucking beautiful.” And I could feel my cum leak on his lap, drawing lush sounds from my core.

“Meleth!” I cried out, now completely kicked out of reality.” Crying out in desperation I reached out for him. Thranduil gave into my pleading, leaning forward again, pressing me down with his full body, effectively caging me in between his hot chest and soft mattress. “Yes…” I mewled, wrapping my legs around his waist, feeling him thrust much deeper into me. I was again babbling absolutely unfiltered: “Don’t stop, meleth. Makes me feel safe. So good. Thank you.”

“Of course, darling. Everything for you.” His voice sounded strained and I realized that he was close as well. “Its okey. You can let go.” I tried to get the words out straight, but another moan rippled through me, him groaning, desperately gripping a pillow. “No. I am not finished with you. I want you to come with me.” The pure determination and love in his words, striking me deeply, so that I couldn’t help but, whimper again. I earned a soft bite on my shoulder, followed by more praises: “Fuck yes… I love it when you do that. Taking me so well, moaning for me in such beautiful tones.”

Sneaking a hand between us, he pressed two fingers on my clit, sloppily rubbing circles over it. I clenched around his cock as an answer, goosebumps spreading over my skin, as he forced the fire to burn up in my body once again. A shiver ran down my spine, my walls fluttering around his cock, my legs wrapping around him even tighter. It spurred him on to fuck me even harder, his fingers moving faster, the sloppy kisses on my neck now closer to love bites than anything else. I started to shake uncontrollably, my body overwhelmed by the desire and stimulation that he had and still was administrating.

“I got you.” He rasped out and it was all I needed to hear. I came again, succumbing to a shivering mess underneath him, clamping down on his cock. “Fuck, Y/N.” He groaned and I could feel him twitch inside of me. The feeling of his hot seed shooting up my core made me whimper desperately and I couldn’t help myself but to think about what it would feel like to carry his child. Slowing down his pace, he rode out our orgasms, smothering every bit of skin with wet kisses. He was breathing hard, trying his best to catch his stance again.

Pressing me close to himself, he rolled onto his back and I was now lying on top of him. “You did so good, meleth nin. Took me so well. I promise I will always love and protect you. You are everything to me, the only thing I would give away everything I own for without batting an eye.” Listening to his sweet ramblings, I let the tears roll from my cheeks, cherishing his love and the sweet intimate moment between us.

To my dismay, it was interrupted far too quickly, when I felt the mixture of my slick and his seed trickling out of me. Wriggling in his arms, I tried to find a comfortable spot, but the stickiness just got worse. He was quick to realize what was the problem. Pressing a kiss to my head, he rolled around again, getting up from the bed. “Stay there. I will get something to get you cleaned up.”

I just watched him scramble through the room and come back with a bowl of water and a wash cloth. He looked so incredible hot like this. His hair messy and disheveled. Eyes still glowing with desire. And when he saw his cum seeping out of me, I believed to see his gaze grow even darker. I sighed loudly, catching his look with mine: “How was I ever able to deny me such pleasures…?” He laughed at my words, slowly sinking to the bed and cleaning me up with soft little touches. “From now on you will never have to. Whenever you need me, feel free to come and get me.”

“Even when you are in a meeting?” I asked and he smirked at me: “Especially then.”

[harunayuuka2060]

Ace, Deuce, and Grim: HEEEAAAADMAAAAGEEEE!!!!!

Crowley: Wha— Why are you yelling my name?!

Grim: Granny's missing!

Crowley: What?!

Ace: We've been looking everywhere in the campus!

Deuce: Yes! What if she got lost somewhere?!

Crowley: ...

Crowley: *sigh* She's not lost. I'm guessing she has gone to the dwarves' cave.

Ace, Deuce, and Grim: Huh? Dwarves' cave...?

Crowley: Yes. She'd told me last time she made a friend with its occupant.

Ace: But... Isn't that place has long been abandoned?

Sebek: GRANNY! WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE A NOTE BEFORE YOU DISAPPEAR LIKE THAT?!

Silver: Sebek, you're being too loud.

Grandma MC: My apologies, son. I tried writing but my letters turned out wobbly. *chuckles*

Sebek: IT'S BETTER THAN NONE!

Silver: Sebek.

Sebek: What are you even doing here?!

Grandma MC: I was talking with my friend and I was trying to convince him to come out.

Silver: A friend?

Grandma MC: Yes. I met him this one evening when I walked into this forest. *has access to Dark Mirrors*

Grandma MC: He's quite a shy fellow.

Silver: Your grandchildren are worried about you, Granny. Let's go back to Night Raven.

Grandma MC: Would you at least accompany me to the cave? I want to let him know that we're leaving.

Silver: Sure, Granny.

Sebek: But make it quick!

Blot monster: Raaaaaaaghhhh!

Grandma MC: *chuckles* I know, I know. I will visit again next time.

Silver and Sebek: ...

Blot monster: *giving Granny a gem*

Grandma MC: Oh no— This is yours.

Blot monster: RAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!!

Grandma MC: I'll accept this if you eat the food I prepared for you.

Blot monster: Raaaaghh...

Grandma MC: *smiles* Well then. Remember to always eat on time.

Silver and Sebek: ...

Lilia: Granny befriended a blot monster?

Sebek: It's true, Lilia-sama! The way she was talking so casually with it!

Lilia: ...

Lilia: I'm aware that Granny has skills of a beast tamer, but for her to be able to tame a monster is a whole different level! *genuinely impressed*

Malleus: I had already that impression when she sees gargoyles as her friends.

Silver: Maybe Granny sees kindness in every creature.

Sebek: Even so! Monsters are monsters! She shouldn't even try getting close to one!

Crowley: Granny, the forest is now completely off-limits.

Grandma MC: But why? Did something happen? *her expression saddens*

Crowley: Well...

Crowley: ...

Crowley: We found out that it's unsafe.

Grandma MC: Oh dear. My friend is living in there.

Grandma MC: We should tell him that it is not safe for him to stay there any longer.

Crowley: ...

Crowley: Granny... Your friend is a monster.

Grandma MC: ...

Grandma MC: A monster? A sweet fellow like that? I don't think so. *chuckles*

Crowley: ...

Idia: What's the final decision?

Crowley: Don't hurt the monster.

Idia: Huh?

Crowley: I don't want to upset Granny.

[nmakii]

CAN’T REMEMBER TO FORGET YOU

[before you read this, check out the rest of the story!]

— running away from alastor wasn’t so hard the first time, who says you can’t do it again while pregnant?

alastor; the monster you call husband. he was absolutely by all definitions, obsessed. he never left your side— cooking all your meals, escorting you everywhere, even watching you sleep.

he proudly announced your pregnancy on live radio, sealing that you are his. no man will want for you anymore, he has defiled your purity. he clung onto you like a leech, draining away what little happiness you had left.

you just had to get away from that monster. you couldn’t stand another second in this hellhole house, everything in it was a cruel reminder that you’re trapped with no way to escape.

well, you’re not gonna just fall into his trap. it was then that you had planned to run away. far into saint bernard, where no one knew who you were.

and with that plan in mind, you packed all you could and ran. running south with wild abandon, you needed to run far as far from alastor as possible.

you took shelter at a rundown motel while you got back on your feet, taking a singing gig at a club down the street.

you sang well, earning favorable tips from the drunk men who desired you, wanting to see what else was underneath your signature loose flowy dresses. and with that money, you were able to afford a small house with the basic necessities. well, enough for when your child was born.

being a single mother had been rough, when you went to work at night, you entrusted your son, noah with one of your neighbors who you had grown fond of. you sent noah off to a public school, it was not the best, but it was all you could afford.

soon enough, your hard work truly paid off, you were able to live much more comfortably, buying your son the things he could ever want for.

true, there were times that your son wondered where his father was… and to that, you decided to tell him the complete truth; of how alastor is an evil man, a sort of big bad wolf. and, how you ran away to protect him and keep him safe from that wolf.

and, to him, that was a reasonable explanation.

7 years passed by, your son grew into a handsome little boy. handsome, yet you couldn’t look him in the eye. everyday, as he grew up, he started looking more and more just like his father; the tuft of chestnut brown hair, those piercing eyes, and that smile— it was all resembling the monster you ran away from. it seems as if all that your son inherited from you was your heart.

as you walked over to the bar, you spotted your co-worker mimzy slacking off. it wasn’t often that your shifts had co-incided, but the two of you still remained aquaintances. she was apparently talking up some fellow, probably trying to milk some cash out of him.

and as you took a peek of the poor soul mimzy had decided to prey on, your frame froze. was that alastor? what was he doing so far out from new orleans? your breath hitched as you walked back, trying to move as far away from that wretched man.

maybe you shouldn’t buy heels from thrift stores anymore.

the heel on your right foot snapped as you fell onto your butt. this had caught the attention of alastor, excusing himself from the conversation as he walked towards you.

you shuffled back into the crowd as best as you could, crawling away before he could get his hands on you. and still, you weren’t fast enough. alastor bended down by his waist, a smile plastered on his face. “why, say it ain’t so! if it isn’t my darling wife.” he laughed. “ex-wife.” you corrected. “ah-ah” alastor tutted, wagging his finger. “wife. we never had a formal divorce. did we, dear?”

“whatever…” you scoffed, still moving back. “say, where is our child? the one you’ve hidden from me for 7 years? i’m sure they’ll be delighted to meet me after you’ve kept us apart for so long!” he rambled on. “get away from me, alastor. you’ll never meet my child.” you said, finally getting back up on your feet, albeit the broken heel. “won’t you at least tell me their name?” he pleaded, doe eyes begging you. the doe eyes that made you crawl back every time.

“…noah. his name is noah” you frowned, glaring up at alastor. “noah. what a beautiful name for our son.” he mused. “now, would you leave me alone?” you hissed, pushing him away.

despite his lanky frame, alastor had barely moved. “my love, do you think i of all people would let you off the hook so easily? all the scheming, forcing you into an affair, into running away, crawling back to me, even following you far into this club— i wouldn’t want it all to be for naught…” he frowned, explaining his plan as he backed you into a wall, a predatory shine in the way he stared at you.

alastor planned it all..? all the ‘hardships’ you faced— all of it was in some elaborate scheme. no word could’ve described the overwhelming betrayal that overcame you. you just wanted to get out of this club, run home to your son, and run farther away. to another city, a different state, or even a different country! anything to keep him far away from his father. “now that you’ve had your fun, dear… i think it’s time you and noah return home. you can’t keep my son away from me forever. plus, my mother has been dying to meet her grandchild!” he laughed, holding you by the waist.

alastor took note of how you submissively agreed, letting him take you back to your true home. it seems you finally learned your lesson; there’s no escaping alastor. no matter what you do, it’ll end with you back in his bed, back in his arms.

“come now, my doe. it’s not safe to leave noah alone at home.” he chided, opening your side of the car door. “he must be quite confused right now. after all, he’s in the room we had prepared for him all those years ago, he must have no idea where he is right now!”

ah…

there was no use keeping alastor away.

he’d always find his way back, even through drab methods.

[aspivampi]

To get revenge on a tickle monster

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Little Dogday ran as hard as he could. His paws carried him with speed only present in life threatening situations. He watched his friends get snatched by the huge hands and dragged into the colourful mass. Bobby's distant , bubbly giggling sounded so sweet , yet it made Dogday pick up the pace.

-No , no , no , no ! Just a little bit further !- he panted.

Kickin Chicken zipped past him and found shelter behind a small stack of crates , where all sorts of trinkets were kept. He fixed his feathery hairdo , that got ruffled by him running so fast. His heart pounded against his chest like a drum.

The monster could not find him in here , it didn't have eyes everywhere.

Out of nowhere , Dogday crawled and curled up beside him.

-Hey ! Find your own hiding space !- Kickin half whispered , half growled.

-No , please ! The monster will get me !- Dogday pleaded with his fellow critter.

-We know ! He's looking for us too !- Chicken forgot to lower the volume of his voice.

Dogday failed to notice the enormous shadow , that was creeping up behind him. When he heard the deep *GROWL* , it was already too late.

-Gotcha !- the monster's voice crept itself into Dogday's floppy ear.

With surprising speed and agility , the beast wrapped it's arm around Dogday's waist.

Okay...

Maybe let's get back to reality

-Oh no ! The monster caught me ! - Dogday squeaked , sneaking in a couple of giggles.

Doey let out a loud , yet unserious *GROWL*. His fingers grew slightly pointier tips. While it did look frightening at first , Dogday's uneasyness quickly melted away like chocolate in the hot , summer sun.

-Eek ! Ahahaha ! *SQUEAK !* - the little Dogday made a sound similiar to a dog's chewtoy. - Doey ! Hahahahaha !

-Huh ? Who is Doey ? - the Doughman growled palyfully. - I am the Tickle Monster !

He dug his fingers into the doggy's tummy aand scratched it , like one would do to their beloved pooch.

-Hihihihi ! Hahahaha ! - Dogday giggled with pleasure and glee.

-Mmm ! Yes. The Tickle Monster likes that. - Doey still played the role and loved every second of it.

As soon as Doey could tell , that Dogday was getting too tired , he cradled him in his arms for a minute and tucked him in. He fell asleep immediately.

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Kickin listened carefully.

It seemed safe , not a sound from anybody. He poked his head out of his hiding spot. He couldn't be scared , he was the brave one ! Also the Tickle Monster can't be that intimidating.

Can it ?

Kickin Chicken looked around.

-Alright ... Where is everybody ? - the little dare-devil stuttered under his breath.

Out of a clear blue sky , he saw a blur of colours speeding towards him.

-Chicken ! Run ! - Craftycorn yelled out as she manoeuvered around him.

Kickin grimaced and stood his ground. There was no way he was going to run.

A drop of blue dough fell near him.

* PLOP *

-Wha ... ? - Kickin mumbled in surprise.

Why did it come from above him ?

He didn't get enough time to investigate because he got snatched up by a pair of huge hands.

-Ha ! Looks like I caught myself a little chicken ! - Doey giggled. - I wonder , how fluffy he is.

*GULP*

Kickin Chicken jolted and wriggled around as soon as Doey's fingers made contact with his tummy.

-HihiHIHIHIHIHI ! - his giggling ramped up in volume and frequency.

But wait ? What was that ?

Somebody small in stature skittered right around Doey's leg.

-Huh ? Did I miss someone ? - Doey wondered.

Unfortunately for Doey , but quite fortunately for the Smiling Critters , he did.

Loud , booming footsteps became more apparent to Doey.

-Kissy ! Get him ! - Kickin Chicken squawked.

-Wha - ?! - Doey barely managed to turn around to witness the happening.

The pink , fluffy sweetheart rushed to her small friends'es aid. Kissy Missy pounced on Doey , who stumbled back in shock. His back hit the floor with a loud *THUD*

-Oof ! - Doey huffed , his head spinning a little.

Kissy Missy smiled , proud of herself. Craftycorn escaped her hideout and the rest of her friends did the same.

The plush unicorn hugged Kissy's leg.

-Hooray ! Hooray for Kissy ! She caught the monster ! - she cheered.

-Yeah , that's great and all. - Bubba , who somehow avoided getting caught by Doey , smirked. - But what do we do with him ?

Doey pushed himself upwards on his arms ever so slightly.

-He he he ! So if playtime is over , can I get up now ? - he chuckled and smiled lazily.

Hearing that , Kissy made herself comfortable and pretended to just casually knead Doey's dough with her hands and feet.

A shaky smile appeared on Doey's face.

-Nohoho-no-no ! Ma-haha-ybe let's ta-hahaha-lk about it ? - he asked nervously , his voice uncertain.

Kissy scanned her best pal's body for a good place to "strike".

And strike she did.

She blew a great , big raspberry on Doey's tummy.

-WAHAHAHAHAHA ! NoHOHOHOHOHO ! HihiHiHiHiHiHi !

Doey erupted in a flurry of giggles.

-Go and get his legs ! - Dogday ordered his friends , which listened to his command.

Quickly , the Critters swarmed the Doughman and began their tickly assault.

It was absolute chaos !

Doey couldn't really (or plain didn't want to) shield himself without harming anybody and Kissy pinning him down wasn't helping either. Kickin and Hoppy playfully poked around and squeezed their caretaker's knees. The mammoth of a toy didn't want to risk hurting any of his charges , so he just took it.

-Ohohohohoho ! *SNORT* Ohohohokay ! T-thehehehe mohohonsteheher suhuhu *SQUEAK* suhuhurehehenders !

Kissy Missy could tell from the tone and volume of Doey's voice , that " the Fearless Tickle Monster " was running low on energy.

She gingerly curled up around him right after she shoo'ed the other toys away. They didn't mind , actually they were happy with the time they had with Doey.

The Tickle Monster of the Safe Haven let out one last quiet chuckle before closing his eyes.

THE END

[watcherwingedcat]

And don't get me even started on syscourse. Oh my fucking god. Regardless of what you say or think, regardless of medical terms, regardless of diagnosis... Why would you attack creatures (or others, in general) who are sharing their experiences and invalidate it because “ummm actually they are harming me because they are invalidating my experiences...". No they are not?

I've been blocking every anti endo I see in this app. I don't care anymore. Before, I tended to lean into a more neutral side. But no more. Why are you treating endo systems like that. What did they do to you. Why are you treating them like they are comiting a horrible horrible crime just because they say that they are plural. Plurality is not always disordered. It's sometimes because of neurodivergenties, trauma, or maybe something else entirely. We don't know! There's not enough research yet on that matter. DID and being plural is different. DID is a complex disorder, with more symptoms than just the alters part. Also, most of the folks I see they are aggressively antiendos are minors. I'm sorry but why are you saying: ENDOS DON'T FUCKING INTERACT OR I'LL KILL YOU, YOU ARE HORRIBLE AND ERASING MY EXPERIENCE AND MY TRAUMA

Like... What? First of all, you are a child. (I'm not saying that being a child is synonymous with being ignorant or anything, or that minors can't voice their opinions) (I'm ALSO not saying that everyone who attacks endo systems are minors). Second of all, inform yourself a bit please? Endos aren't evil. They're just... different from traumagenic systems. They formed headmates for reasons other than trauma. That's it. That's the big fuss. If you don't like it, the block button is right there. But trying to spill hate and the same arguments over and over is damaging to others. Think of how your words may affect someone else.

I'm tired of seeing anti endo discurse everywhere. I'm tired of seeing ENDOS DNI. Like they are monsters. What did they ever did to you. Most of them are just trying to live their lives. (Also, traumagenic systems seem to think that endos are "stealing" their spaces. Which, no). They just happen to be plural. Some of them aren't even claiming to have DID! And even if they did, why would you care, as a fellow plural, that a stranger on the internet, is self diagnosing themselves? Why would you claim they are attacking you?

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Video Games Part 11

Alien: So what is this one about? Human: Vampires in the wild west. Alien: Sounds interesting. Human: You’d think so, but when the main characters are as animated as the undead monsters they fight it’s pretty hard to take them seriously. Alien: From your own admission they are fighting vampire cowboys…..how serious were you expecting it to be? Human: ……. Touché. ---------------------

Alien: What is “The Quarry”? Human: Murder porn and sadness. Alien: ……………… ------------------------

Alien: “Boltgun”? Human: A man too angry to die because of what a sassy bitch he is. Alien: How does being sassy make you avoid death? Human: Because even death is afraid of being mocked so hard. ---------------------

Alien: Why would anyone want to play an aquatic predator? Human: You ever just look at someone and wonder what they’d taste like? Alien: I believe that is called cannibalism. Human: Not unless you’re a giant fish. ---------------------

Alien: Why does the tiny creature have a machine gun? Human: To stop you from eating it. Alien: Most effective. ---------------------

Alien: I heard this one is a popular game. Human: Eh, I guess. Alien: What do you mean “eh”? Alien: There have been five of them made. Human: It’s mostly made for people that like to watch a slow mo shot of a bullet going through a man’s balls over and over. Alien: What sadistic beings are you?!? Human: You should let me tell you about Meat Boy sometime for more context. ---------------------

Alien: This one looks cute. Alien: It’s about a brother in sister in your primitive era. Human: And a shit load of rats. Alien: What? Human: Yeah, you can make the rats devour a man whole as he screams and begs for his life. Alien: I…..but…..just….why? ----------------------

Alien: Why on florps name would someone want to play a game about manual labor? Alien: is not the point of your entertainment games to seek enjoyment? Human: Some people feel pleasure from a job well done. Alien: That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. Human: Didn’t your people worship a rock a couple centuries back because when the light hit it the thing sparkled? Alien: ………touché. -------------------------

Alien: I wish to escape this bunker. Human: You just need to find some dynamite and a plunger to trigger it. Alien: Sounds easy enough. Human: And avoid the ancient giant rat god stalking the halls of the bunker. Alien: What is with your people and rats?!!?!?!? ----------------------

Alien: What is this “Crackdown 3” about? Human: A cops fantasy about how they view themselves. Alien: How so? Human: They see themselves fighting crime when more often they help prop up a totalitarian regime. Alien: Did not the second one have monsters in it? Human: That’s how they see poor people. Alien: Holy gargle…..that’s messed up. --------------------

Alien: What is this one? Human: Designing overly elaborate death machines to murder guys in metal suits with swords. Alien: Is that not what we did to your people during the third age of your species? Human: Come again? ------------------

Alien: Is this game about zombies? Human: More a social experiment. Alien: How so? Human: It has no set rules or goal in a zombie apocalypse, but more often you find people choosing the worst things to do to each other for shits and giggles. Alien: It can’t be all that bad. Human: I watched a group of high level players capture a new player, strip them of their gear, and force them to drink bleach under pain of death for a meme. Alien: ……………….. ----------------------

Human: How’s the new game goin- Alien: *Grabs human friend and sprays them with foam Alien: Good…you’re not one of them. Human: spits out foam One of what? Alien: A shape shifter! Alien: They were everywhere on the station and that made me wonder if those bastards are here in the home as well! Human: Wouldn’t say they’re all bastards. Table: Yeah, some of us are actually nice fellows. *Alien and Human both scream*

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Knight's Honor

It's more of a concept fic?? I just really like this essence idk man

Rated T | Warning: high fantasy, based on Arthurian characters, Richard and Florian are based on Mordred and Avagivan being brothers

“What you are suggesting is treason, brother!” Within the chambers of the Red Knight, the Drunken Knight grabs his brother by the collar of his tunic, “You can be killed!”

“So will uphold an oath of a King who will sacrifice an innocent soul solely to awaken the Red Dragon within and use the spilling of blood to bring an age of peace?” Mordred's words are spoken in a low, cold tone. Mismatched eyes looking into a single golden brown eye. “Tell me, what sort of King asks a knight to be willing to watch the slaughter of their beloved?” And that struck a nerve as Agravain released him with conflict on his face.

“You will be marked a traitor and an oathbreaker, brother.”

“And you will hold the title of hero to all, but one will curse your name before her death.” Mordred adjusts his dark tunic and resumes putting on his armor. “Join me, Agravain. You know deep within you, this is wrong. This plan was schemed by that mage, he will benefit from the death of a Red Dragon, as no one will be able to oppose the divine kingdom of Avalon.”

“You are starting to sound like our mother, Mordred.” The blonde sits on the edge of the bed, “We are the knights of the realm, the first line of defense for our king and her people.” His hands in messy blonde hair tugged it back as he tried not to fall in his eternal struggles.

“We are nothing more than bodies,” The Red Knight is fully dressed and placing his sword on his hip, “Mother saw through the lies she mastered, it is time you saw through them too.”

The Drunken Knight looks up to see an armored red hand offered to him.

“My brother, they call you a drunken fool, believe us scum of an evil queen, we fought for our seat at the roundtable only to be fed lies and drink illusions by the wizard. We must stand as one blade. I need you, brother.”

Mordred smiled under his helmet as Agravain took his hand.

“Merlin, do you have no shame!?” Screaming to the silent heavens as the very sober Drunken Knight falls to his knees. Hot burning tears mixed with the cold rain that tries to kill the fire consuming the village.

A small village, humble people, you told the brothers how you miss the shepherd's pie your father made.

“Ahhhh!” Screaming louder as he grieved for them, wailed as one does for the departed.

Mordred watched, watched as his brother's grief became wails of pleas to the heavens, turning to curse the Silver Knight.

“I will join you.” As stands up with the help of his sword.

The oath is broken by spilling the blood of fellow knights that Merlin sent to kill your family— Adopted family— so there will be no one to defend your honor. You are to be seen as a villainess hiding in the shadows like a demon. Agravain slaughtered them all, his blade turning black as his oath is broken, the hold King of Knights has is lost.

“For now on, you will be dubbed the Black Knight, Sir Agravain la Faye.” Smearing blood on the blonde's face, “You will be seen as a monster, your heart weighed with sin, but you will be free.”

Agravain glances at his brother before walking past the small village of burning bodies and death everywhere. He is angry. The burn rage burning like the hottest point of fire, his armor darkened as his new power as an oathbreaker bled through.

“We must save Princess (Name), now.” Mounting his horse.

The chain barely rattles now that your strength and will to fight are lost; the King of Knights and her wizard had broken your spirit. You have lost all of your humanity for them to turn you into the red dragon, the lost and last of the line of the Dragon Hunter. You had no idea… You lived as a commoner, then a princess, and now… You are a dragon!?

Does Agravain hate you? Does Mordred think you are a beast for him to kill? You can't cry anymore because all your tears were spilled when Merlin was torturing you to awaken your draconian blood. Now you are halfway to turning into a dragon.

Scales, horns, and wings; you must be hideous…

Quick steps of clunky metal head towards your cell, then a struggle between the guards before the iron door is opened.

“My spark!”

You lift your head, and the exhaustion on your face disappears as you start crying at the sight of your beloved knight.

“We are here to rescue you, my love,” Chains ripped apart by gauntlet and magic— You do not care how Agravain can do this, or why he dons a black armor of black, or even why he has a second eye that glows purple. All you care about is being in his arms, being held tight as you cried.

Mordred stands by watching, his eyes on your features that were likely painful to transform into so suddenly.

“You came for me! You both came!” You were a mess, but neither could blame you. The damn King had made everyone turn their backs on you. Abandon you, he was nearly one of them if Mordred hadn't freed him from the oath that controls the knights of the Round Table.

The touching reunion does not last long as both knights can sense the presence of the King approaching, and the brothers look at one another before nodding.

“My love, I need you to hold strong for me just a while longer.” He draws a dagger from behind him, “Do not fear, we are going to free you.”

You do not understand, but you trust him, perhaps it is because you love and believe him, or maybe your desperation is clinging onto hope. Agravain takes your hand and Mordred kneels beside you, taking off his left gauntlet. A cut is made into your palm, you do not hiss in pain as you have felt far worse, the blood is dark, nearly black, as it drips down your palm. His brother takes the dagger and cuts into his palm before taking yours, and you then realize what he is doing.

Mordred takes the dragon’s power from you, taking the curse of the Red Dragon bloodline for himself, taking all the suffering and pain to free you. Soon, you are back to normal, and Mordred is the one bearing the horns, scales, and wings you once did.

“Run. Run far away as you can.” Mordred says as he heals your wound, “Live and be free.”

[imminentchaos]

before i say goodbye, my star in the sky

Apollo cabin angst my beloved

For @willsolaceweek day two

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Will knew that something bad was going to happen.

It wasn't just the smidge of prophecy powers that he had, a pathetic excuse in comparison to what his siblings had, that told him that.

It was all of them, even the littlest campers, no more than eleven or twelve, being told to grab whatever weapons they had, and load up into the vans that the camp used to transport strawberries.

One by one, everyone who hadn't perished so far in the previous battles and missions, climbed in.

The youngest ones looked scared, of course they did, they were being told that they had to go to war. And even the littlest ones, the ten and eleven year olds, knew that there wasn't an insignificant chance that they would be wrapped in a burial shroud in just a few days, if any of them made it home to give them the proper rites at all.

But the oldest ones, well, they looked <em>haunted</em>.

They had the look in their eyes that a soldier did after coming back from a deployment.

Their hands clutched their weapons close, even though there were no monsters around.

And Will knew that it was because of the last battle.

The last big one, anyway. There had been plenty of skirmishes between then and now, but only one recently was enough to traumatize irreparably at least half of the campers.

Will didn't know exactly what went on during that battle. Him, and all the campers around the same age and younger than him, were locked in the infirmary as the battle raged. All that Will knew about was the screams. They were everywhere, piercing and loud. Even inside the infirmary, Will could hear them, the sounds of the dead and dying, mowed down carelessly by monsters and fellow demigods alike. The screams still sometimes kept him up at night.

Will knew nothing of the actual events, only the carnage that followed. Even though he was too young to fight, he wasn't too young to help search for bodies. He had to sift through wreckage and rubble, turning up familiar faces.

That battle was the one where… where Lee died. Lee was the one who corralled all of the young campers into the infirmary, having to put up with the whines of the youngest ones. They all wanted to help, to be brave just like their big siblings. There was none of that sentiment now.

When Lee had them all in the infirmary, and was getting ready to leave, and the last thing he did was kiss Will one last time on the forehead. Will, being naive, and still holding the belief that everyone would come home safe and sound, wiped it off, sticking his tongue out at Lee.

He thought it was gross then.

Now, he would do anything to get one last kiss goodbye.

Everyone lost someone close to them in that battle, whether it be a friend, sibling, or lover.

And now, packed like sardines in an almost nondescript white van, on their way to what might be all of their deaths, everyone knew that the same was going to happen.

Even with the horrors around them, the oldest tried to keep everyone's spirits up.

“Okay everyone, this is going to be nice and quick, alright? Think of it as a field trip, yeah?”

Michael said, his voice carrying none of the usual snark.

“And how about, when we get back to camp, we can all get some ice cream. I bet Michael will even let you have two cones each.”

Diana, one of Will's older sisters, added. Michael and Diana, being the oldest now, with Lee gone, were acting more upbeat than usual, trying to keep the feeling of dread from settling over the van, which was filled with basically the entire Apollo cabin.

They were the biggest cabin at camp, aside from the Hermes one, but that one also had all of the unclaimed, so they had an unfair advantage.

Will loved having so many siblings. It was one of his favorite parts of camp. He was never lonely, and things were never quiet in their cabin. Someone was always talking, or there was music playing.

He had so many older siblings to turn to when things got tough.

And Will was so glad to have them with him now, when all of them were navigating uncertain territory.

As much as their comments were lifting the mood of his youngest siblings, Will knew that Michael, Diana and his other older siblings weren't at ease.

Will had overheard Diana talking nervously with Michael, just before they left.

It was something about a vision that Diana had gotten.

It wasn't uncommon for Diana to get visions of the future, but it was uncommon for them to rattle her.

Or for anything to rattle her at all.

Will knew something bad was going to happen.

So he made sure to hug his siblings extra hard this time.

[hungry-rivers-fourteen]

Hey look, that's me hungry-rivers-14, Tumblr decided to unblock me.

So I decided to upload my art on moon-misers from Fallen London. They are carcine alien monsters.

From the oldest to the newest. All of these were made in May 2025. Let's see.

Well, I guess I have decided early on on the round head and two mandibles that are a bit of an extendable jaw.

I guess I wanted them to be wider. If Moon-mother looks like a stalactite, these fellows have to have at least a little hump. That's not a rule, just my headcanon. Also, at that point I decided to give them five-toed legs. For grabbing and climbing. And do I enjoy this tail abdomen thing. It's neat.

But then... I thought maybe moon-misers should be a little bit more... fleshy? They are connected to rubbery men, and they are alien. They don't have to be all chitin. So there was my attempt to make them a little bit more... chimaeric. Look, they've got all sorts of organs that secrete all those different liquids that we don't really learn much about. A walking alchemy lab, right? Also I decided that a crawling creature would not need such... uh... tall legs. I don't know if this is an appropriate term, I am not a native English speaker. But you know, their legs should not bend high. Their bodies are heavy, and they live upside-down. Also, tiny claws near the head! I decided to give them abdomen eyes, because of their (as I assume) low mobility. And moving parts everywhere for defensive and hunting purposes. Like, the creature is mostly stationary, but it has a lot of parts. That sounds capable.

And then I looked upon the picture above and thought: "Well, this is kinda heavy on detail". So I decided to tone detalization down a bit. Well, now I see the problem. They don't have as many eyes that they should have. Whatever. This is an illustration. I consider this one the best for now, anyway.

Maybe I will draw another one one day.

[theallianceofcelestials]

I saw a post where SEA Eclipse had the ruin virus, can we have a Drabble of that pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee

(no pressure ofc)

-🍓

Dw, just took a break from drabbles and then from Tumblr cuz of the exams but now I'm back, and hopefully with something acceptable

It has started with more annoyance than usua. Eclipse had less patience, and was more snappish. Moon at the time thought it was just more work stress than usual, that the kid found out some new world threatening horror.

And then the aggression rose

First it was only verbal, with Eclipse attacking almost anything that moved in a way he didn't like wiith his words, shredding people on that sharp tongue of his. It was also noticable with some family members, how he became less understanding of Bloodmoon's more animalistic behaviour, how he scolded Lunar for even the smallest thing, and how his taunts for Moon became the slightest bit more personal than the good-natured joking insults they were before.

And then came the day Moon thinks will forever haunt all of them.

Everything seemed normal at first. Or well, the new, worrying kind of normal.

They've accompanied their frailest, wanting to see what was so triggering in his work for him to be such an asshole, only for something to just tick, and next thing they know kid's tearing off the head of one of his fellow scientists. He wasn't the only one who suddenly went mad, all the other animatronics also going feral and beginning to murder anything human.

But he was the only one to snap out of it at KC's panicked cry of: "Eclipse!"

For a moment there, one that will forever haunt all of them he thinks, Eclipse, their Eclipse, was standing before them again, looking just as horrified as they felt. With blood dripping from his face slowly, hands beginning to shake as the animatronic they knew and loved began to cry in such a heart-wrenching way it was burned into his eyelids.

"Please...help..."

Those two little words... Those two little words haunt him. They're there when he closes his optics, they're there when he blinks, they're there when he sleeps, they're just there, there, there, there.

Especially because right after that, whatever took their family from right under their noses, without them even noticing, took control back, and then it was that monster that was jailing their precious animatronic family.

They took him, before anything could happen. quaranteening both Eclipse and all the other animatronics within the facility in the hopes they can find a solution to this. Because it was a world wide issue.

Everywhere, reports said animatronics who were previously friendly turned hostile, into murderous machines, all because the wrong person got into the global animatronic update centre or whatever, and pushed a virus in the last update that made them into near mindless killing machines.

He knows they're not as gone as humans make it out to be, all of them do, because they'll often find Eclipse, separated from all the other ones for his own safety, crying quietly in his cell. He looks so small and helpless, Moon hates it.

He wishes he could just wake up one day, and have the cure to their problem in his mind. Sadly, no matter all his and his family's hopes, life doesn't work like that.

Even now, he feels like banging his head against the wall until it breaks, in the hopes it'll magically pop the answer right into his brain, but he knows better. He needs to be healthy and sane, or as sane as he can be, if he wants to succeed.

The Foundation, which has placed its full faith in him and wow does he realise why his nephew hates his work now, is supplying him with anything he may need to succeed, but it's slow going. Meaning he's fucked.

Even now, he's mostly just staring blankly at the screen before him, the presumable code of the virus on full display before him. He thinks this code is that Freddy guy's, because the virus in this one is really progressed.

Out of the corner of his vision, something black and green pops up, and he's surprised to find a terminal. What on Earth?

::\unknown>I believe I could help you::

He snorts, bitterness rising inside him and he doesn't even try to put a tap on it.

::\moon>Oh yeah? Do tell Mx Smarty Pants::

There's a couple minutes of silence, and a smile that's more of a snarl spreads across his face. If this is some human's attempt to prank him, they're out of their damn mind.

He already had zero patience for those. Now he has even less

::\unknown>Your nephew is affected by a virus which makes all animatronics hostile. I believe I could help you find a cure, for I have tracked down the::

::\unknown>perpetrator. His name used to be Sven Ivanov, and I did a favour for you by killing him. But I assure you, only after I took all his info::

He has the original blueprints for the virus?! Or at least what the plan with it was?!

Now he's more interested, straightening in his chair and looking at the screen intently. He's not going to ruin this by looking a gift horse in the mouth.

::\moon>Okay, you convinced me. How are do you want to go about it Mx...?::

His fingers dig into the chair's armrests as for another couple minutes, nothing happens. Restless energy rises in him like a bitch, as does killing intent, but he pushes it all down.

It's okay, the connection may be bad there. Or this person is being hunted by murderous animatronics that this Sven Ivanov guy was experimenting on. Or anything else. Maybe he just needed to go to the restroom.

And then finnaly:

::\unknown>My name is unimportant, but you can call me R::

[choccy-zefirka]

Rogue Trader sexuality trivia!

Astra is demi. She once went to a brothel with the crew of her former vessel (much smaller and more egalitarian than the von Valancius ship), because she felt that this was something one Has To Do in order to tick off an important coming of age box, and while the experience was physically stimulating, she then went on living her life barely fathoming why and how people develop attraction to others (and especially why they beat themselves up for Sinful Urges in the eyes of the Emperor... Just don't get urges you guys, it's not that hard). And then this fucking old man jumped in with his fucking chainsword to save her from cultists.

Lumen is pan, and open to poly relationships if everyone involved is on board. Her first great love was a fellow lower hive mongrel, a girl who, like Lumen, was designated a series of numbers at birth but then got a nickname to go by. In her case, she was nicknamed Birdie, because she worked at a factory assembly line that made molds for the Aquila symbols they shove everywhere. More sweet and timid than Lumen, Birdie admired her for her adventurous spirit, while Lumen was very protective of Birdie. Eventually, they both got into thievery and black market fencing to help feed the younger orphaned kids that followed them around like lost baby ducklings. Tragically, Birdie failed to make as fast an escape as Lumen one time, and was servitorized. Lumen's very first record on her long rap sheet is "Destruction of Imperial property" because she put Birdie out of her misery. She has been creeped out by servitors ever since, and is very dedicated to wingwomaning both for Idira and Vigdis, and for Argenta and Jae.

Lumen and Birdie used to daydream about flying together one day (i.e. making it to upper hive levels and living in luxury), and what is becoming Rogue Trader if not that? The first thing Lumen says after settling into her new quarters and replacing Theodora's portraits with her own is, "Look Birdie, we are finally flying". In a way, Lumen will always carry Birdie with her, just like Abelard will carry Quatharina; that does not, however, diminish the current relationship they have between themselves.

In addition, when Lumen became more established in the Cold Trade, among her various flings here and there, she committed to two lovers from among her crew. Their names and genders are yet to be determined, but what matters right now is that they instigated the plan to out Lumen to the Inquisition after she got her psychic awakening. Notably, Lover 1 wanted to usurp her position as leader of the gang; while Lover 2 was sincerely terrified of Lumen's new witch powers and convinced that they were doing the right thing by surrendering the monster that was once the woman they loved. Lover 1 turned Lumen's former men into one of the antagonistic gangs on Footfall, and Lumen eventually confronted and killed them in revenge, while Lover 2 had a Come to Emperor moment and joined the Ecclesiasty. Lumen tried to reach out to them and seek closure, but they refused to talk to her. Not the best day in her life, that.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s8 episode 10 “badlaa” thoughts

today’s episode involves an indian mystic, the next episode involves a native american legend… sometimes (oftentimes), the episodes with other cultures as the spooky of the week age poorly, so i am staying cautious on these matters. but i am open to being proven wrong!

it’s currently lightly raining, i’ve had a stressful day… i want to unwind with some agent time.

let’s see what our friends doggett and scully get into this time around.

(post-episode thoughts: i actually enjoyed this one, but i had to violate one of my own rules and look the episode up on wikipedia to find out our villain of the week’s name, because he doesn’t even get one! he is referred to in the cast listing as simply “beggar man”.

anyway, i saw on the wikipedia article that the episode received mostly negative reviews. i don’t usually like knowing this stuff because i don’t want it to interfere with my judgement, so i shan’t let it.

now. i am not hindu. so i cannot speak to if the use of a fakir as a monster of the week is blatantly offensive or not. i would be interested in hearing the thoughts of those who are.

what i can say is that i was spooked, and that scully’s outlook in this episode was particularly fascinating to me, especially in response to doggett’s disbelief and the revelation of her own doubts. LOVED IT! i was so mesmerized at that near final scene that i couldn’t even take any notes. i just sat. and i have a lot of thoughts on the subject, which is good, because some of the recent episodes haven’t inspired paragraphs of analysis, but this one did. hooray for that!)

we open in a crowded street in mumbai. which might actually be a studio in LA. i’m sure someone on here knows for sure. a crowd of people are hailing cabs. 

a large man emerges from a cab, who is named mr. potocki, and he is heading home to america. “not a moment too soon” he says and takes his ticket. something is creaking behind him. it is a man on a cart.

(who is not named, and i had to google after finishing the episode to confirm he is only known as "beggar man", which i now must copy and paste into my notes in all the places i referred to him by another name, such as "the guy from before")

mr. potocki declares him a “poor bastard”. rude!

beggar man is following mr. potocki around, who gives him 50 paise and tells him to buy WD40 for his squeaky wheels. rude!! i do not like this potocki fellow. i imagine i am not supposed to.

beggar man stares at him… and drops the coins.

oh, and now potocki is on the toilet, but still hears the creaking of the wheels. beggar man drags himself forward on the cart and he approaches the bathroom stall door!! potocki stands up… then falls… or is he grabbed?? and pulled away!

but he arrives in DC, with someone bringing in his bags. potocki does not respond to his small talk, instead, staring out the window.

ohhhh, and it looks like the cart was on the bottom of his luggage…. 

potocki sits on the bed. (slow, labored breathing) says the captions. blood???? from his shoes???? BLOOD EVERYWHERE FROM WHERE HE IS SITTING?????

as he stares into the distance??? BLOOD IN HIS EYES, AWWWW NAH!!!

bro is bleeding from everywhere. don’t like it!! but maybe he had it coming. he had a bad energy. still. gross. i don’t wanna see that. can he bleed out somewhere else?

intro time...

the agents are serving in their headshots, and we get our usual imagery before the evergreen reminder that the truth is out there. 

the agents arrive to the hotel, where the sheets are covered in blood. aww, scully was late, traffic was bad! they talk innocently about the beltway and it endears me before they dive into this giant bloodstain in front of them. 

the tox test ruled out hemorrhagic fevAH (love you mr. boston and georgia accents rolled into one), ebola, anything else fun like that. no one was seen coming in or out.

oh, doggett is teasing her…. “so, what do you think, agent scully? haunted hotel room? alien invaders? sloppy vampires?” she almost smiles... but sort of regards him with suspicion, LMAO. why can’t he be NORMAL!!! is he just playing or being mean? i cannot tell! but he points out bloody handprints! that they think belong to a child!

doggett recounts seeing a ring of thieves in new york that used children for breaking and entering. she says she doesn’t think a child did this. “thanks”, he says, "i’m not quite ready to lose all my faith in humanity" “but regardless, i’d say it’s wise you keep an open mind” WHYYYYY IS SHE SO PRETTY I’M GOING TO YELL (muffled screaming in the distance)

at a school, someone who looks like a principal is interviewing a guy for the role of “maintenance engineer”, saying that these jobs are hard to fill as the economy gets better. and it isn’t just a paycheck! you are playing an important part in these kid’s lives!

who is this man…. mr. burrard. he can start immediately. BUT! he isn’t really that tall white man! no, it is the beggar man from before, who we last saw in mumbai! he must have snuck onto the flight, drained that guy’s blood, and… he makes people see him as a janitor? huh. okay. not fully getting the motives here, but i’m sure i’ll get there.

AWWW, enter doggett, as scully hacks and cuts at a dead body. she’s in her natural environment! please do not disturb! doggett starts talking about how mr. potocki made all his child support payments and paid his ex wives, and therefore they probably didn’t do it. scully says she agrees based on what they found here

tissue damage... LMFAO, DOGGETT YOU’RE SICK for asking if that came from something going in or coming out. and she can’t even tell!! and his abdomen and stomach were shredded!

doggett things maybe he swallowed drugs to smuggle them, but someone got him on the way home, and tore it from his stomach. it’s outlandish, but i suppose not impossible.

hey, this guy was all aboard the bat man train a few episodes ago, but maybe that is the extent of the supernatural in his worldview.

“well, i’d say, uh, that’s a good theory, agent doggett, not to mention a graphic one,” (LMAOOO) “but there would have been traces left of the drugs in his system” <- why did she look a little bit proud of him there? and also, it doesn’t explain the blood analysis. 

aww, look at her in her big scrubs and her goggles talking about the routine tests used to find the time of death… she’s a cutie!!!!!! 

she is saying that he must have been dead for at least a day! “well. that’s just wrong” says doggett, LMAO. how could a dead guy get on a plane?

“in my experience, dead men don’t tip, agent scully” <- he’s such a painnnn 

she whispers that she told him to keep an open mind!!!

back at the elementary school, some serious bullying is going on. three kids against one, and the ringleader named trevor is trying to steal the other kid quinton's scooter!!! when in swings a hero! he tells him to bully someone his own age and he’ll talk to his father. shoutout his guy. must be this quinton fellow’s dad.

the janitor from before sees this go down, appearing to everyone else as the janitor we met being interviewed by the principal, but appearing to us as the beggar man. confused yet? it makes sense visually!

at the FBI, doggett is yelling into the phone all the way to new delhi. where three weeks ago, an american businessman was found dead in a hotel room. a mr. albert brecht. “the reports have been hard to piece together. the medical records are in hindi, death certificate’s in farsi, and the news accounts are in… i don’t know, letters i’ve never seen before” <- an honest king

will scully be able to read them? she could read ancient greek!

well, he managed to secure a translation of mr. brecht’s autopsy results; what a good agent. and look! more internal trauma! and tearing in the abdomen! 

how did he gain 30 pounds after death? scully’s putting the pieces together…. what if… someone crawled… in there?

he is NOT comfortable with this! and he will let you know!

“it’s a theory, agent scully, but to my mind and… pretty much the rest of me, it doesn’t work” <- LMAO, STOP, why is he being so honest today? she tells him she appreciates his resistance. and i cannot read the vibe between them.

but! you said he was dead when he got on the plane! so… much to think about.

cut to maryland. where wheels creaking can be heard in someone’s bedroom. is it the little boy's house!? NO, NOT QUINTON, NOOOO! GET AWAY FROM THAT LITTLE BOY! HE IS SLEEPING!!! quinton starts to call for his dad!! dad comes in and he says there is a man in here!!

dad is obviously like “there is no guy in here” and quinton swears there was- he had no legs! dad tells him the things he imagine aren’t real. and ignores his insistence. poor quinton. 

dad strolls back downstairs to watch the news…. with beggar man behind him!!! and quinton heard a huge scream!!! he comes downstairs… calling for his dad…. who doesn’t say anything…. his eyes are filled with blood!!!

bro, leave the kid ALONE, i’m serious!!!!

dogget is here at the crime scene while scully tries to talk to the poor quinton. AWW, doggett is emotional. “first dead body i saw, i was 19 and a marine. this boy… criminy” <- doggett continues to get emo around children. i'll tuck that information away in my pocket and use it at a later date. and i want to know about his first dead body. scully just says “yeah” sadly.

quinton said he called his dad into his room because he saw a guy with no legs, “keeping itself up with its arms”. and doggett seems surprised, but the palm prints in the bed match the ones they found in potocki’s room! "it" came in through the window, he says. he seems to think that will disprove scully’s theory, but it only fuels her fire, because our friend quinton said his dad closed the window!

but dad had none of the blood pooling stuff going on like their first victims… except the eyes. “unless that’s just the first stage”

she runs away!!! off to chase a new lead!!!

and she bursts into the room where the body is, steeling herself to see something weird. in her blue button down <3

AUGH. BIG BUMP IN THE BODY. she suits up. “i am a medical doctor about to perform an unauthorized procedure on a body” <- you go, girl!! she is frazzled. gloves up. talking into the mic. 

UGHHHH, SHE SLICESSSSSS AND SOMETHING MOVES!!!!!!! NOPE NOPE NOPE. WHAT IS CRAWLING OUT OF HIM…. a HAND????

she grabs her gun!!! holds it up…. where did the crawling thing go??

there is blood everywhere, and she can’t see anything! a trail of blood outside the room!!! she has her gun and she's sneaking around as the phone rings…. AUGH, bloody handprints on the floor!!!

she follows the trail into a closet…. and the beggar man was behind her!!! covered in blood!!! but he must have used his mind tricks to make himself invisible to her!!!

what!!!!!!

bro is SOAKED in blood and dragged himself in there, oh my gosh. so he could make himself invisible, but he couldn’t cover his tracks? very interesting. why does he need to go inside people!!! what is he hoping to accomplish?? 

did NOT like his hand bursting through the body’s stomach, omfg. also, i hope scully doesn’t get in trouble for an unauthorized body procedure. she has her reasons!!!

back at the school, the principal is talking to the janitor, saying she was worried when he didn’t show up. he takes out a mop and bucket on squeaky wheels. when the bully, trevor, from yesterday approaches. he’s watching the janitor. 

aha! chuck has been summoned to the basement office to explain the concept of fakir! self-torture to bring enlightenment. “oh man, look at my hair back then” (shot of a hippie with a looooong beard) LMAO, chuck we need your lore!!

scully explains to doggett that chuck is mulder’s friend, and she was skeptical of him in the past, but he has certain insights. however, he says he has no idea what is going on here! fair enough. he says siddhi mystics are a powerful order of fakirs, which sound like what they’re dealing with here. they pass on their secret powers from generation to generation. they could shrink themselves to the size of an atom. doggett isn’t buying it. scully asks if he could make you believe he wasn’t there. 

he isn’t surprised by doggett’s attitude. it is hard to believe something when you can’t understand it. 

trevor the bully shows up on quinton’s doorstep! he tells him to get lost, but trevor says he came to say sorry about his dad. and he says he thinks he knows who did it. dun dun DUN!!! is this the start of a great friendship?

scully is going over a desk FILLED with notes. she has a picture on there and i can’t figure out what it is. it looks like… a woman? oh, it’s mulder’s desk, it must be his sister. hard to tell when you see it upside down.

when chuck appears again. she’s trying to see it the way that mulder would!! and she starts asking about the justice. it would violate the foundation of ascetic life to use their powers for murder! endanger the eternal soul! if these siddhi hold so fast to their orthodoxy, then what would cause them to break their faith? scully is coming at you with a classic great question!

a pursuit of revenge?

she finds a article on an american chemical plant near mumbai releasing toxic gas! killing 118 of the locals! but it wasn’t reported in the US…

omg, is that why he is killing businessmen? did they all do business with that chemical plant? she spent all night checking the records of those injured!!

and finally, an 11 year old son of a holy man caught her attention! of the beggar class… like a fakir

trevor is going for a walk, but hears a creaking behind him. it’s him!! the beggar guy!!! he RUNS home, slamming into someone. and he runs back outside, despite dinner being on the table. 

mom calls after trevor… who is dead at the bottom of the pool!! but no! it’s not really him!! it’s the beggar man!!!

and now mom is dead!!! for real!

doggett inspects the body. he wants to know what is going on here. 

OH SHIT, THEY’RE FIGHTING!!!! well, doggett is mad, but scully is very calm:

“now, i think we’re reaching here, and i don’t know how to say it, but maybe you’re seeing things that you want to see”

“are you questioning my integrity?” she is so calm. soooo calm.

“no, i’m questioning the whole damn case. from your so-called expert to the evidence you’ve chosen to ignore to the fact that your approach has got us no closer to seeing a pattern or a motive or even catching this killer than we were when we started” DAMN! he is an angry guy.

she’s quiet. “i asked you to keep an open mind”

“yeah, well, i try to keep an open mind, but it tends to shut my eyes” <- damn. what is his deal? i understand being skeptical, don't get me wrong, but why is he so mean about the whole thing?

he goes from telling her she saved his life a few episodes ago, and taking all sorts of bullets for her, and she does the same... and then he gets fed up again.

maybe he's even worse at putting his feelings into words than scully and mulder. which is shocking. i didn't think it got worse than that.

she is confident they will see it… “but not working like this”. poor scully. she seems so sad. not even fighting. just resigned to this position.

doggett walks away. when trevor returns. ohhhhh, scully, swooping in to try and introduce herself, take him inside, but he wants to know where his mom is. “where’s my mom?” “trevor…”

oh. ouch...

and he yells that he was here! the little man! he followed him!

he runs off once more. 

doggett is sipping coffee, looking at the janitor who is locked up, when chuck arrives. doggett says scully jumped the gun, and there is nothing mystic about this guy; she left after trying to interrogate him for 4 hours and getting nowhere because he never said a word.

chuck is setting a camera up. he shows him that there is no one visible through the camera!!! doggett says it’s a trick. “yeah. but not of the camera”

then where is he??? is he after scully???

scully is back to try and talk to trevor, apologizing profusely to trevor’s father for bothering him again. but he says he saw a man, and she needs to know what he means. when her phone rings! doggett says she needs to get back. is he coming around now? and trevor isn’t in his room!

there’s a squeaking in the school… and it’s the janitor. wheels creaking. the principal is shocked to see him back, pulls out scully’s business card, and asks her assistant to please make the call. and yes, i did pause on her business card to see if it would give us any information!! it did not. but i still enjoyed looking at it.

ohh!! quinton is following beggar man in the school with a walkie talkie as he goes into the janitor’s closet. and trevor is hiding in there and drops a glass on his head!! the liquid bubbles on the ground, and he falls into it… but beggar man wheels himself out!!! and quinton is on the run!! where did trevor go??

the wheels creak behind quinton…. he ran to a classroom and is trying to open a window. trevor is on the other side, telling him to go through, but he can’t get the window open! he says to break it… but beggar man is behind him!!!! he draws closer….. trevor runs to get help.

scully comes in!!! quinton yells that it is him, but to scully, it just looks like trevor!! what will she do?? she pulls out her gun…. scully is taking a deep breath. she says she can’t shoot him. it looks like a kid!!! how could she??

but when doggett pulls up, he hears 2 gunshots. and scully’s looking at the ground. silent. she walks away. it’s the beggar man!! dead on the ground!!

oh my god, she is going THROUGH it. she just had to shoot what appeared to be a child. POOR SCULLY. real trevor returns while doggett stares at the body. the police are talking to the kids. 

doggett comes back to scully, who is still staring into the distance. he asks if she’ll be okay. she’s crying. she shot a young boy. “the good news is, you’re wrong” “but it’s what i saw. with my eyes anyway”

oh my GOD, i watched that whole last scene and couldn’t lift a FINGER, because i was so enraptured. here are my notes on my second watch: 

her voice starts to break. “do you know what it’s like not to be able to trust your own eyes?” she closes hers.

“then why’d you shoot him?”

a very long pause. “because it’s what the boy saw. and in an instant, i realize that it’s what mulder would have seen or understood. because that’s just how he came at things- without judgement and without prejudice and with an open mind that i am just not capable of”

there are tears pouring down her face as she looks away.

doggett doesn't know what to do. “it’s been a long night"

she takes a shaky breath. “give yourself a break. this whole thing doesn’t make any sense”

“no… it did. in some way, it did.” 

fade to black. the end.

JUST KIDDING!! THERE IS MORE!

we jump back to mumbai, two weeks later, where another businessman is passing through a crowd. and beggar man locks eyes with this one!!

so he must have made himself appear dead?!?! and then somehow went back?!

DUN DUN DUNN!!!

and now we get a REAL fade to black and the end.

GIRL…. i need a minute 

okay, so i assume that the beggar fellow was killing all of those people because they had a connection to the chemical plant, which didn’t get formally explained, but i can read between the lines. or maybe he was just killing affluent americans in general who he blames collectively as unconcerned with the suffering of people in his village. regardless of motive, very creepy episode.

now. let us discuss the fact that scully cannot naturally make herself believe. GOD.

crying as she admits that. crying because she saw herself shoot a kid. crying because she cannot trust her eyes. crying because she cannot be mulder. crying because he isn’t home. 

and doggett, who was yelling at her a few hours before about her theories being ridiculous, trying to comfort her… clumsily. he doesn't know how. god.

they’re both aware of the fact that they can’t be mulder, and she’s trying to be him instead of being herself, and she’s grieving, and who can she talk to about these things? the partner who a few minutes ago was implying he didn’t trust her integrity?

meanwhile, he actually really does respect her, but he can’t bring himself to admit or show that, and he doesn’t understand her worldview. but she doesn’t even understand her OWN worldview, because everything is confusing and scary and hard. 

and she was so quiet this whole episode, so insistent that he please come through with an open mind, and he was saying he couldn’t, getting so frustrated, and is it fair for him to be frustrated when she is going through all of this? they’re both frustrated at where life has stuck them, and AUGH, i need to chase my tail. 

at least when scully and mulder wouldn’t talk about how they were feeling, they’d express it through 59 layers of metaphor or physical touch, but these two do Not do that. they don’t understand the other. even if they respect and admire them, they just don’t Get it.

and maybe scully is lucky in that she has never had a partner she doesn’t naturally understand before, so this is all the more difficult for her, because why can’t he just get it the way mulder did? because he isn’t mulder, and every minute he is there is a reminder of the fact, and of course she sort of resents him for it, and tried to push him away, but she learned her lesson in roadrunners and now she is trying even when HE pushes her away… even when it seems like they would get closer and then they push each other away again...

and scully trying to calm down trevor, introducing herself as dana, trying bring him to safety... but he figured out his mother was dead. she couldn't keep him from that pain like she wanted.

and then apologizing profusely to his father, knowing he was hurting when she came back to ask him more questions.

and then somehow understanding without belief what quinton was saying, even though she knew it meant shooting a CHILD, staring afterwards, quiet, crying. 

god. i need to blow something up with my brain.

this was a good episode, in my opinion. i enjoyed the trevor and quinton friendship arc, and i was pretty damn spooked. chuck got a cameo, doggett was angry but hopefully had some growth in the end (when he called her to say there was something weird going on and she needed to get back there!!! oh!!!), scully got to play autopsy even if she was suffering, uncomfortable doggett was trying to comfort her, scully was trying to be patient with his extreme impatience, we got the fascinating admission that she doesn’t have an open mind, that she can’t see things like mulder does… OOOOH. good. gooooood stuff. 

after editing my notes today, it somehow became even sadder to me.

i want to wrap scully up in a blanket and bring her fresh cut fruit.

[beardedmrbean]

[Huey Zoomer Anon]

Jewish people…can you forgive the African American Community for creating Kanye?

I don’t know what happened. I don’t know how my community had such antisemitism after I discovered, well more Mrbeardman reveal it to me, that Jewish people were one of our strongest allies during the Civil Rights Movement

I don’t understand how a fellow Chicagoan created a Heil Hitler song…which sadly a lot of goys like now.

What happened?! African American activism was built upon equality and trying built a better world. Well the stuff I grew up on not the Black Supremacy that I immediately rejected at 13.

No seriously why do I have better critical thinking skills at that age than middle age black millionaire activists? I know I’m an anon, but you do you guys think I have empathy?

One Chicagoan become Black Hitler

The other became the Pope(I hope he can convince God to finally let the Midwest experience spring once in our existence)

I don’t what happened, I don’t know how my community created a monster like Kanye

Do African Americans still deserve to exist if this what we will become? I’m just so lost…

I don't think that's something to hold any group accountable for other than Antisemites in general, same as I've said many times before.

Especially with the condemnation of the guy coming from most every corner.

What happened?! African American activism was built upon equality and trying built a better world. Well the stuff I grew up on not the Black Supremacy that I immediately rejected at 13.

Not sure where that all fell apart and the fight to be seen as equal turned into what it is today, which is not a fight to be seen as equal.

No seriously why do I have better critical thinking skills at that age than middle age black millionaire activists? I know I’m an anon, but you do you guys think I have empathy?

On the empathy thing, as I've said before, the fact that you're asking is pretty good proof that you do.

One Chicagoan become Black Hitler The other became the Pope(I hope he can convince God to finally let the Midwest experience spring once in our existence)

got the home base for nation of islam there too, on the black hitler front that is

Good luck with the spring thing too.

I don’t what happened, I don’t know how my community created a monster like Kanye Do African Americans still deserve to exist if this what we will become? I’m just so lost…

Monsters pop up everywhere, kanye created himself though, most of them do that.

And yes they do, everyone does, at least those who want to exist peacefully with others.