#And it might just be irony poisoning

[simcardiac-arrested]

i developed the fates and sep relationship way before i actually had to experience this first hand but like, i get it now. sometimes your mentor is not a parent or even sibling figure. sometimes they're barely even your friend. sometimes your mentor is someone you wish to never meet eyes with outside of work

[snekdood]

wish i could slap the apathy out of trans channers

[halfusek]

THERE'S SEVEN OF THEM NOW??

YEAH ToT

my friend bought me . the third one and after i finished it they instantly hit me with the seventh

so naturally i played them for less than 2 hours in less than 14 days and marked the gift as to be returned so that friend could do the refund process

i dont wanna be mean to people who genuinely enjoy it, all the power to you but oh my fucking god. as a game developer it just made me gnash my teeth and pull alllll my hair

[caruliaa]

girl u r so misery irony poisoned and playing further and further into tht mindset and spending time with people with tht mindset bc u blatantly hate being vulnerable and open to the point of pushing away someone whos told you time and time again tht its okay to be open and vulnerable with them and that theyd be with you as long as it took for you to be vunerable having lied to them by saying vulnerable things and acting vulnerable in ways u didnt even mean then taking them back after pushing them out of your life without ever having the courage to admit the obvious reason that its that you have issues with being vulnerable that you have to work on in order to have proper relationships with others its insane

[secret-covet]

73 + 77 (:

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?

I'd really like it if someone was just with me while I did paper work or studied. My #1 reason for procrastinating is that menial work is just so LONELY,, I'd love just having the company :(

77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?

IMO its fine to want to protect teenage girls (including 18, 19 & 20), but at 21 women are fully grown adults with our own autonomy and I'll be damned if someone wanted to object to me being with someone 25+ just because "your brain isn't fully developed". I think its just overblown internet discourse cause rich boomers are creepy. Like if a girl wants to chase the bag she's in her right mind to do it at that age. I'd hate to be that man's kids tho

[drchucktingle]

a moment to check the gears and cogs

feel like i want to talk a little on the message of a recent post because i think it is an important point. when i say that you do not need to QUALIFY OR DEFEND your love of tinglers or my work in general, i am pointing out an interesting social anomaly that happens with my art and with queer art.

as an autistic buckaroo i notice patterns, and on social media i see them a lot. little phrases that come up again and again with my art. ‘yes THAT chuck tingle’ ‘its ACTUALLY good’ ’my favorite author i have never read’ ‘so bad its good’. these are always added after a POSITIVE comment about me

they also all have something in common. they are trying to distance the posters SINCERE JOY and give them an out socially. it is very very very subtle, but they are all saying ‘yes i like this but here is a sliver of acknowledgment that it is also weird or bad or ironic. in not REALLY fully in'

essentially these are added because it means the poster can escape their very real joy if needed. try applying these phrases to any other popular author. its much more subtle with the first two: ‘i liked all fours by miranda july, yes THAT miranda july. its ACTUALLY good’. what does this imply?

the other examples are a little more blatant but lets try them with other authors anyway. imagine saying ‘youre my favorite author i have never read’ to stephen king. would you EVER say that to someone? what does that imply? how about 'i love your books theyre so bad theyre good'. horrifyingly rude

lets dive into saying 'CHUCK TINGLE is my favorite author i have never read’ sounds unusual when substituting other authors because theyre usually not queer or autistic or making outsider art. to be blunt, why CHUCK gets it all the time is because it really means 'i like chuck tingle but im not gay’

while we have mostly culturally evolved past the idea that saying ‘no homo’ is some kind of joke, that FEELING is still around. it has just burrowed a little deeper. honestly it might never go away, or at least take centuries. remember these people GENUINELY LIKE MY BOOKS but feel they MUST qualify

should also be pointed out that LEFT and LIBERAL people are the ones who say this stuff to chuck. they do not MEAN to harm, and if you ask them directly how they feel about queer or neurodivergent people they would not express the same opinion as their subliminal comments might imply

the final elephant trotting by is while some of this is homophobia and fear of a neurodivergent other, it is also just plain old IRONY POISONING. its conditioning from being raised on an internet where sincerity was ‘cringe' and loving something was a weakness or joke. these problems work in tandem

so whats the point? what can we do? first of all, just recognizing these patterns is a start. i didnt HAVE to write all of this today but i think its important to be aware and to look inward and think about the gears and cogs that churn behind the things we say. NEXT step is trying to push past it

if you have done these things in the past, i want you to know i am NOT AT ALL UPSET. i am not mad or hurt and i do not think any less of you. you can trot by my side any day and you are trying your best to prove love. we are ALL just tryin our best, just consider this a friendly chat between buds

proving love can happen in BIG WAYS and it can happen in SMALL WAYS that we barely see. just take a moment and think ‘WHY am i saying this? WHY am i in this pattern to distance myself from outsider or queer art?’ a little moment of consideration goes a LONG way buckaroos. LOVE IS REAL

[alandia-wings]

first full moon / @wolfstarmicrofic / 662 words

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Teddy Lupin is twenty-three days old the first time he turns into a werewolf.

He is his father’s darkest nightmare come to pass: newborn flesh and cartilage molded into animal by the violent pestle of the moon. 

(He is small. The change is quick. A wolf in baby’s clothing.)

The aftertaste of the potion burns the back of Remus’s throat like bile. He doesn’t believe in wishful thinking, or god, but for nine months he hoped and prayed for anything but this. 

The cub is too young to howl. Instead he whimpers pitifully, paws trapped in the sleeves of his babygrow, blue cotton patterned with sunflowers. Teddy’s mum picked it out for him. Now she is dead, Teddy is a monster, and the sleepsuit is a cage. 

(Not for the first time, Remus considers the irony of Wolfsbane: I am safer to others, and so much more dangerous to myself.)

The cub whines again, but more softly. A baby’s cry is its proof of life and Teddy’s has been stifled. Remus goes to him, the way he should have the instant the moon slackened its hold around his neck. He leans over the bars of the crib. Struggles with the fabric. Noses helplessly at stubborn clasps. Finally, seeing no other recourse, Remus sinks his teeth into the sunflowers and rips.

(Just like that, Teddy learns violence is part and parcel of being free, and the wolf proves an even worse father than the man.)

Thrilled, for his part, by the development, the cub sets to work exploring. He lifts a paw curiously and drops it, then another. Teddy Lupin is twenty-three days old the first time he walks, and his little mouth hangs open in wonder at his own existence. 

Eventually he pauses and looks up, awaiting further instruction, and oh, Remus doesn’t know how to do this. Teddy’s eyes are hazy but trusting, too newly formed to see the world clearly. Remus doesn’t dare do it for him; there is nothing he has to teach that he wants his son to learn. 

(In another world, they might have slept peacefully through this moon. The next one too, if Remus could afford more potion. Maybe all of them, now that the war’s done.)

(In this world, he will worry about his son every full moon for the rest of his life.)

In this world, there’s a knock at the door. Remus has terrible instincts; he freezes, and Teddy follows his lead—two werewolves, paralyzed like prey.

The Wolfsbane potion is more than 50% poison. This is enough to kill the wolf for a night and let the man take cover in its husk. Or so Remus has always thought. If it’s brewed and taken correctly, there is no more wolf in Remus’s brain.

It was not brewed and taken correctly, because the black dog is here and the wolf greets him at the door. Sniffs him cautiously. Leaps back and howls with recognition, delight. 

His human brain would think things like, oh, that’s Sirius. And, why on earth is he here? But the dog and the wolf, old friends together again, are unencumbered by such thoughts. 

The dog wags his tail and bounds over to the crib. With care but not hesitation, he grabs Teddy by the scruff of his neck and lifts him up. Delivers him to his father, then lies down to lick the fur between his ears. Pleased, the cub squeals with approval and leans into the offered touch.

Remus watches quietly until a wet nose nudges at his paw. His eyes meet the familiar grey ones of a boy who once, many lives ago, taught himself to be a dog. 

(It is still the only case he knows of a man becoming canine by choice.)

Fighting the desire to flee, Remus lowers slowly to the floor. Then, under the gaze of the first creature the wolf ever touched without causing pain, he moves closer and nuzzles his precious son.

[distort-opia]

"Bruce's potential mommy kink"

I'm really curious about this. If there's no problem, would you explain more?

Sure! Though to be clear, I'm not arguing that Bruce definitely has a mommy kink or anything; but rather that, if he did have one, it's more likely for it to be a mother-related thing rather than a father-related one.

This was a thought that emerged from a conversation with @fractualized, actually. We were talking about how it's funny that there's way more fics with the tag "Daddy Kink" on Ao3 for Bruce, but nowhere near as many "Mommy Kink" ones... and then it turned from irony to "Waaait a minute." Because thinking about it led us both to go back and forth on how Bruce in many ways idealized Thomas and craved his approval, which at first glance would make one go "Well yeah, and that's probably why a daddy kink is more in character for him." However, precisely because of the high pedestal Bruce placed Thomas on, I don't see him ever projecting this aspect on another man; there's the fact Bruce rather wants to emulate his father (think the last part of 1985 by Bo Burnham). This is part of why personally, I see Bruce as focused on service, when it comes to sexual dynamics: providing for the other person. (If he cares about them, that is. But the essay on my reading of Bruce as demisexual will have to wait another day.)

The other part is... well, the fact Bruce is a mommy's boy. His father issues are about craving approval, but his mother issues are about craving comfort. Praise. Love.

Poison Ivy #25

Batman (2016) #45

Batman/Superman (2019) #18

Batman (2016) #18

Justice League (2018) #52

[looks into the camera] And these aren't even all the examples I could give, but you get the point. A need for approval from his father combined with a need for praise and emotional comfort from his mother combines to produce... a person who thinks "I can only get love if I'm good enough, and if I'm good enough I won't be abandoned." It's not terribly hard to imagine how that would translate into Bruce just wanting to give the person he's with the thing they want, becoming focused on service (a lot of the time to his own detriment). And then it's not difficult to imagine how it'd make him feel all sorts of ways to be told by the right person that he's done well.

But guess who Martha is in an alternate world??

Flashpoint Beyond #4

And guess what mad lad, upon finding out his mother is the Joker in an alternate universe, has another giant Joker card made with her likeness to hang next to his regular one? Yes you got it!

DC: The New Golden Age

But I got so long already. That conversation with Frac actually started from her wondering why there's no mommy kink Batjokes fics, considering that Joker is Bruce's literal mother in another world. Alas, I'll put the rest under the cut.

It doesn't help that way before Azzarello made Batman's biggest enemy into his mother figure, probably causing Freud to vibrate in his grave, Morrison was going with their whole chest "Batman is uncomfortable with women because he's got mother issues connected to abandonment", in Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on a Serious Earth. And sadly it didn't make the final cut, but Morrison also wanted Joker dressed like Madonna.

Do you understand now why I had to write that one fic?

It's not just that Bruce might crave praise and validation for his efforts, to feel like he's good enough. He also has a pattern of seeking out emotionally unavailable women, and relationships that might be doomed from the start. It's for many reasons, including his avoidant tendencies, but also it's about getting the love from the right people. From people he has to chase, to work hard to attain their standards; people who are able to beat him and thus who's respect or praise means something. In a way, the more "dark" or emotionally unavailable the individual, the more a thing in Bruce goes "If I got their love it would really mean I'm good enough." In a sad way, this is the core of what makes many people go "Oh this person is such an asshole, but what if they were nice only to me?"

And Joker is the potential epitome of that. He's the ultimate darkness in Bruce's life and the ultimate... unavailable person, for a thousand different reasons. He proclaims love, but it's not a comforting kind; Bruce sees it as a weapon Joker wields against him, and not something real. So to me, it makes sense that Joker offering (motherly) comfort, praise, love-- safety-- would get to Bruce viscerally in a way he might not even be able to understand.

[watcherintheweyr]

I saw a post earlier talking about how Alicent is not being rewarded by the patriarchy she has served so faithfully, and how the son she and Otto raised to the throne 'to protect his life in the way they knew they must' and I just... I have Thoughts so I'm gonna say em.

Alicent thought that by weaponizing the patriarchy against Rhaenyra and by serving it and it's goals, she'd be the exception to their sexism and disdain of women. She thought she'd be rewarded by signing with the oppressors and the oppressive system and it's values, and she's now facing the reality and the consequences of what's happened. And she's also getting a taste of the undermining and humiliation that she turned against Rhaenyra for years.

Honestly the fact that she even has a seat in the Small Council makes no sense at this point - it barely made sense with Viserys, given Alicent's views on women having power. That they should not have the power but should 'gently guide' those that do. In truth it's tragic irony and yet somehow comedic, seeing her realize that she will not be rewarded or exalted in Any way for all she's sacrificed and betrayed.

But also: Otto knew that Rhaenyra wouldn't turn on her siblings. He never really believed she would kill them. Those were lies he fed to Alicent that she in turn poisoned her children with in order to serve his ambition: which was originally to have his blood ruling on the throne but has become to have his blood on the throne as a puppet-king that he can control.

The MOMENT they moved forward with the usurpation, Otto attempted to have Rhaenyra and her entire family- including two toddlers- assassinated- the very thing he claimed Rhaebyra would do. Because he was never horrified by such a concept, and he never genuinely thought Rhaenyra was the sort to do such a thing. But he absolutely is- and entirely unprovoked. And yet somehow Alicent is shocked by this- somehow she never realized that to 'secure his succession, Aegon and his faction would have to do to the true heir and her family what she thought the true heir would do- which is either incredibly poor writing, or just blind, willful ignorance of what a usurper would have to do to stay secure from rival claimants.

Otto suggested Rhaenyra as heir to further distance Daemon from the throne (which was due to his hatred of Daemon, his knowledge that Daemon saw hom as he was, and his.. greed and possessiveness of Viserys, which was referenced now on s2e2 in how Otto spoke of Viserys, the man he puppeted, controlled, and manipulated for decades with total reverence.)- and because he thought she would be immediately displaced once his daughter gave Viserys the son that Aemma was killed for.

He never thought that Viserys would seriously hold her as his heir- and never thought she would be so difficult to manage or control, either. We see the horrified realization in his eyes in episode 2 when she shows him up at Dragonstone- that she is actually something formidable, that she just succeeded at something he did not- and saved his life from Caraxes in the same breath. That she, a girl, was taking this role as heir seriously, and that she might actually be able to play the part, and do it well.

So he made a new plan- to fill Alicent's mind with poison and lies about her once best friend, to ensure she would turn her children against Viserys' heir, and thus help him to further his goals.

But he miscalculated. Deeply. Because now Aegon's jealousy, insecurity, and hatred are running unchecked as he sits as the most powerful man in the realm. Now his grandson's depravity guides his choices, and Aegon's hatred and jealousy of Rhaenyra, his desperation for love and attention, and the power cirrently goong to his head... All are far stronger than any respect he may have once held for his grandsire- and his mother.

She betrayed and destroyed herself and Rhaenyra for nothing. She will never be rewarded for what Otto made her suffer or for what she did to disparage and demean Rhaenyra in the eyes of the men of the realm. She has served her use, as far as the men she thought to guide are concerned.

[litsenn]

Still thinking about the way Astarion reaches out to you in early act 1 and his desire to connect with other people.

There’s a scene I didn’t mention in that post, but it deserves a thorough analysis.

It’s the second night. None of you has turned into a mindflayer, but everybody in camp is thinking about it. Astarion too. And he asks you how you'd like to be killed if you ever turn into a mindflayer.

Here is what the synopsis of the scene says.

I can’t stress enough how much I like him being “professional”.

The professional Assassin

He offers his service as an assassin. You’re not a friend yet – he barely knows you - you’re a potential “client” . But you won’t pay him for sex, no. you could pay for something that appeals to him much more than sex-work: Murder – well in this case, ‘assisted su*cide’.

Of course I'm exaggerating here: you won't pay, not with gold at least. And killing you if your turn into a mindflayer will also save his life. But it's still a service he's willing to do, and there's still something transactional about it. What he'd get in exchange? Safety, of course. And a token of your trust.

Look at how disappointed he is if you refuse his offer:

 He wants you to see him as a professional assassin. And a good one. He’s not just a pretty face and a lockpick set. He can kill.  

There’s an underlying threat here, he lets you know how dangerous he can be. But it’s not exactly a threat, just a little warning behind his enthusiastic speech about his "favourite activity".

Careful bonding

It's playful, ironical, a little bit cynical too, to better alleviate the fear of ceremorphosis. After all, you’re in the same boat, and no matter how dire the situation seems to be, it’s still an opportunity to bond. He is not alone in this, neither are you.

I’ve already talked a lot about how Astarion uses irony to bond (here), and to reveal dark things about himself/his past with a smirk. Irony and sarcasm are his main defence mechanisms, the most obvious at least, and it's happening here again: There are a few hints about his vampiric natures, like how difficult it will be to kill him in a traditional way, or how improbable his current situation (free, walking in the sun, etc.) is.

In this scene, we also see the full scope of his talent at hiding his fears and darkness behind a mask, behind jokes and sarcasm.

If you refuse to chose an option, he lets you know that he’ll make the right choice, because "he likes you".

Honestly, I think he’s exaggerating here. It’s too early in the game to imagine that he “likes” you. He appreciates your presence and is probably grateful that you keep him around, but I can't imagine him being that honest with his feelings at this point. Besides, look at his face and how it changes: he looks almost sweet when he says it, but when he says the rest of the sentence "I'll make the right choice", he's fierce, almost looking like a predator, almost threatening.

Now, if you accept that he might be the one who'll kill you, he decides to show off, talking about the different methods and how to do it. It’s grim, but it’s entertaining. Look at him showing how much of an expert he is with a knife.

And how well he knows his poisons.

(Very impressive, dear. I'm proud of you🧡 )

And of course he approves! He appreciates that you play along, because you take him seriously. You take the situation seriously, and you basically trusts him to do the "right thing" in the worst case scenario.

Plus, you accept to talk lightly about it. You are bonding over something he likes talking about: killing.

The threat of ceremorphosis is real. You both know it, better prepare for the worse, together. But it doesn’t have to be a gloomy talk.

He wants to play this game with you. Not making fun of you, but having little fun with you.

The appeal of death

During this discussion he also displays sort of fascination for death.

 There’s a sort of poetry about it. As if death was somehow attractive. So attractive that he watched the child dying - not see, watch. As if death was mesmerizing.

Astarion made it clear that Cazador's treatments can make one wish for death.

And I have no doubt that it's is true.

Now, I don’t think Astarion usually has self-destructive thoughts, it’s clear enough that he wants to survive and he’d do anything to survive. His death-whish during that year in a tomb depends on the context: a painful, hopeless situation that would drive anyone crazy.

But his relation to death is complex. He's undead, after all! He already died once, his body no longer functions like that of a mortal. He's even carrying the scent of death on him.

Given that, I can perfectly understand why he'd find "death", the idea of dying (for real), fascinating, comforting, and a little bit appealing. Death is a constant part of his existence, it surrounds him but never really touches him. He jokes about it, he's familiar with it, he talks about death with sarcasm and irony to better cope with it. He is a dead person who cannot die.

Not easily die, at least.

Because you can ask him how he would like to be killed, and there he goes, amused by the idea! By the way, you can ask him twice how he would like you to kill him: Once before you give your own answer (you need inspiration), and in this case he answers enthusiastically, dropping a hint about his true nature.

The other time after you have answered, and there, he doesn’t reply, but nonetheless hints at his vampiric nature, but also as his will to live.

I see it as a technique of manipulation: He will answer your question only to make you answer. If he already knows what he wants to know, he has no reason to answer you.

In truth, he has no actual reason to manipulate you at this point of the game, but through those strategies, he remains in control of the discussion, he is pulling the strings, and that must be quite reassuring to him. Perhaps it’s an unconscious habit, something he instinctually does after years of seducing people for Cazador. Maybe it’s a defence mechanism. Or maybe he's just having fun.

Look at this silly boy.

Growing trust

And oh, if you tell him you’d kill him in return, he approves! And I think it says two things: You trust him to do the right thing and he will trust you to do the same for him. "You have my back, I've got yours."

But there's also something about how he appreciates your potential danger. He realizes that you’re not so easily manipulated, and that you can kill. Which makes you a good leader, and a potential protector. Someone who will not blindly accept to be killed. Who’ll fight. And also, you’re challenging him, you're basically telling him, ‘I don’t care how you kill me, but you’ll die with me.”

 It can be read as a contradiction, but it makes sense: He doesn’t approve if you refuse to play his game, but he approves if you play without playing, if you tell him ‘We’ll kill each other”. Because in the last option you show defiance and present yourself as someone who wouldn’t die without fighting. As someone who’s not afraid to kill.

Likewise, if you tell him you can bear a lot of blood, he approves, for the same reasons.

And in doing so, he also hints again at his dark past and his nature.

Death and Sex

Another point that I find also quite interesting is that he is asking you how you want to die, as asking for your consent : "Can I be the one who will kill you? How do you want it to happen?"

It reminds me of his pun about the little death during the party.

I don't know if it's relevant, but the truth is that he's asking you if he can be the person doing the thing, and how you would like the thing. And if you tell him you want someone else to do it, he will respect your choice. He accepts you rejection bitterly, as if you had refused to sleep with him because you prefer someone else.

It's possible to see Astarion's offer to kill you as a foreshadowing of him offering you to have sex with you. And considering what sex means to him at this point of his life - a tool to manipulate, which can lead his partners to death - the parallel between the two in early act 1 makes a lot of sense to me.

I can see another foreshadowing in the very beginning of the discussion.

This one is a bit far-fetched, I admit that, but the parallel fascinates me. And I'm a succer for such dramatic irony. Because if you romance him, he'll steal your heart so to speak, while you'll bring Spawn Astarion's heart back to life.

Whereas if he ascends, he will indeed stop that pretty heart of yours, and change you forever.

Maybe this discussion was a real (but unconscious) warning after all.

[harmonyckrs]

making (slightly rude) assumptions about you based on your favorite Strangetown sim

remade to be more organized

Pascal: You're probably gay, trans, or both. Probably a Nervscal shipper as well. You're responsible for the amazing art within the fandom, which makes up for your surface level, black-and-white interpretations of every character and the fact that you reduce Pascal to either a boyfriend/husband or an alien incubator

Vidcund: You're either a CallMeKevin fan, an irony-poisoned individual, or have him on your hear-me-out list. You probably also projected onto him to some extent, whether it's being an introvert or being on the asexual/autism spectrum. You also have a very mixed relationship with the PSP game and you want Dominic Newlow's head on a stick

Lazlo: Either a chill person who ships Cryzlo or a Crystal hater who secretly wants to date Lazlo and projects onto the person that they're shipping him with. If you fall into the first category you have amazing taste and you should be proud of yourself. There's a possible chance that you might be bisexual/pansexual

Tycho: Pascal fans but instead of creativity you have objectively incorrect opinions. You probably haven't played the PSP game and just got all of your info from the wiki or someone else who only got their info from the wiki talking about it. This is like saying your favorite Pleasantview character is Unborn Baby Broke. If you wanted green with no personality, pick a Smith at random instead

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Pollination Technician 9: You like aliens and have him on a hear-me-out list. Also you're probably some variant of gay/bi even though he and his family give off very stereotypically straight sitcom family vibes

Jenny Smith: You are in desperate need of a hug or at least someone to vent about your problems to. She either reminds you of your mother or she's the mother that you wish you had. I'm going to also assume that you're either straight or have very basic taste in women. At least she's a healthy choice

Johnny Smith: You're a JRO or TankJohnny shipper, and the reason why it's almost impossible to search up certain sims for reference photos without seeing ship art of said sim with another character

Jill Smith: Not sure if I've ever seen a Jill Smith fan but you're probably pretty chill, minding your own business and enjoying the weird snippets of Jill's character that we got from the PSP game. You probably also like Buck

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General Buzz Grunt: I'm so sorry for what you have to deal with. You all seem chill but I know damn well it probably gets annoying seeing your fave get slandered repeatedly over popular headcanons that get interpreted as canon. Congrats on still hanging in there

Tank Grunt: Golden child with anger issues and therapy who's possibly closeted to some extent. You also have a very conflicting relationship with your parents and people misunderstanding you

Ripp Grunt: You're probably not straight, dabbled in alternative culture but coudln't afford to actually give yourself an alternative look, and you probably played the other neighborhoods before

Buck Grunt: You pity him for being constantly overlooked and the fact that the Bus Driver won over him in that one poll. You probably also like Jill, even if you don't necessarily ship them

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Olive Specter: You think she's iconic/a girlboss and probably wish you could be six feet under her garden as well, not in a suicidal kind of way but in a "I'd be happy if she was the one who took me out" kind of way. The Life and Death pack was very important to you, and you think about Ichabod more than the average person

Ophelia Nigmos: You pick your favorites off of personality and lore rather than on how fun they are to play. You don't need to tell me that she's actually the best character because "she's an alternative teenage girl with anxiety who lives with her serial killer aunt and twenty one ghosts" or that she has a tragic backstory

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(to either of these three: You have a very mixed relationship with the PSP game because you hate what they did to the characters)

Loki Beaker: You love the "hate everyone but her" type characters and people who would sacrifice the world to save the one they love over sacrificing the one they love to save the world. You're probably also a fan of malewives and make jokes about his eyebrows

Circe Beaker: You love girlbosses, you hate Dominic Newlow and want his head on a stick more than the Vidcund fans, and you probably have a very mixed perception of Vidcund. You probably also enjoy a good masculine woman/feminine man dynamic.

Nervous Subject: A fusion of the Pascal fans and the Olive fans. You were super happy seeing the Life and Death version of Nervous but got super pissed when you found out that they named him Nyon. You pick and choose which parts of the lore to care about and consume angst for every meal

Atom/Ceres: You're here from the Sims 3 and a stickler for canon. Also unrelated but Atom is a really bad name for a child, dunno why they couldn't name Atom after another Roman god like with Ceres. They even double as planet names which makes even more sense for knowledge sim Loki, like come on

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Ajay Loner: You love how little there is to him because you can literally just make him whatever you want and it technically still works because the lore never said that he wasn't

Chloe Curious: You love chaos and drama, and you're either some variant of queer or the type who wants a gay best friend

Lola, Erin or Kristen: Girl's girl, possibly sapphic. You're also more into career/drama-based gameplay than family gameplay, and you're probably not the biggest fan of Lola/Ajay

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Bella: You love sim lore and you love Pleasantview more. You also get super hyped up anytime she appears in the background of your game. Anytime Bella appears in the background of your game you become that one picture of a wojak who's pointing at something in the background

Crystal: Lazlo fan and probably really chill considering you had to put up with the really bad interpretations of her that either reduced her to either nothing more than Lazlo's girlfriend or made her super toxic so he could either break up with or "fix" her. Barbenheimer was also very important to you

Abhijeet/Meredith: why

[crimson-and-clover-1717]

‘And he adores you.’

Izzy follows up, ‘Why, I’ll never know. But…he does’. It’s one of few seemingly-honest lines Izzy delivers in the show, but it’s still steeped in obfuscation.

Izzy might be trying to get it off his chest. It’s eating him up, and he speaks it aloud to make sense of it. Monsters live in the dark, but if Izzy can speak this ‘awful thing’ into the light - Ed’s feelings - then he can maybe control them.

But mostly it’s a form of manipulation. He adores you, and we want to make him happy. Izzy realises Stede at least likes Ed too. And Stede hates to feel inadequate, that he’s failed. It’s a horrible irony. Izzy uses the truth of Ed’s feelings to manipulate Stede down a path towards death at the hands of the man who loves him. Izzy is also prepared to reveal some of Ed’s feelings because it serves him. Izzy hides the full truth of Ed’s feelings in plain sight by the context in which he speaks them. It’s a horrible subversion of the moment with Ed and Lucius in the next episode where he ‘likes you very much’ is an entirely open statement. There’s no ulterior motive than to get two middle-aged men to stop talking past each other. Whereas Izzy’s incentive is to give just enough truth to prep a guy to walk unknowingly into his own murder. It’s positivity into poison.

[communist-hatsunemiku]

I like to think Miku took over the internet and world with nothing but Her pure charm, but VOCALOID came out at probably the perfect time. A few years earlier and there might not have been a sizeable internet audience to become enamored with Her. A few years later and She would have risked being rejected by the irony poisoning that was starting to take hold of the internet. Of course we'll never know and this is all very unsupported speculation, but it just makes perfect sense doesn't it? She showed up at the right time.

[shiki-jin]

liar ♢

kaeya x gn! reader, reverse comfort

somehow my period cramps turned into kaeya revcomfort. do not ask me how this happened. also you should maybe expect another kaeya comfort fic cause i have a separate idea id like to write ....

i should probably redo my masterlist actually it's getting kinda ugly (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

CWS — implied suicidal ideation (kaeya), some self-deprecation (kaeya), talks of death at the beginning, alcohol

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he's a liar down to his very core.

he knows he is; he was born one, and he'll die one. it'll be written on his overgrown gravestone, he thinks. he finds entertainment in the thought; maybe having a grave covered by flowers and vines would be the ultimate irony. he is a destined sinner covered in lies and pretty deception, and so his death will be ugly stone covered with colourful, lively plants.

he's not dumb enough to think anyone will visit him. even his own brother hates him, and for good reason. still, he's foolish enough to hope you might pour a bottle of death after noon above his rotting body. to hope you hold him dearly in your heart, but not too close. he doesn't want to lose you like he lost his family because of his predetermined sins. he's scared of the thought that he might really break if you leave. that his heart might fall down and shatter, that you might look at him in disgust, rage, and betrayal.

your voice is the one to take him out of his drunken spiral. speak of the devil, he chuckles, not really listening to what you're saying. he wants to, he does, but he's downed a few too many bottles to make out anything you're trying to tell him.

even so, the vague comfort of familiarity is enough to tear his eyes away from below, and he turns to try and look at you. he thinks you're wearing the knights' uniform, and he absentmindedly wonders if you'd come to check on him right after you had to deal with overtime after your regular shift. he doesn't want to know if it's the alcohol or his heart keeping him warm.

he just knows it feels nice when you wrap his arm around your shoulder to make him lean on you while you walk him downstairs. it's not as nice when he can't hear your voice anymore.

he leans his head against yours, trying to get you to talk again. he thinks you give him an annoyed glance, but he hums, satisfied, when he hears you speak. he tries his best to not inconvenience you too much and to walk on his own, but when he keeps stumbling, he realizes he might've gone a little overboard with the alcohol tonight.

he feels bad for you, having to make sure your own captain doesn't die of alcohol poisoning after nearly every shift, even when it's well past midnight. being forced to walk — no, carry — him to his own home and put him to sleep, listening to whatever words his drunk mind wanted to get out.

it must be exhausting, he guesses.

he must be exhausting.

he sits down on his bed, watching you calmly take his jacket and shoes off. you follow up by setting all the little accesories he wears aside and similarly discarding all his clothes — well, besides his shirt and shorts. you stand up with his boots in hand, but he can't stop himself from holding onto your fingers desperately when he thinks you're about to leave.

he looks towards the floor. he doesn't think he can bear to ask you what he wants to if he sees you, so he settles for your shoes. he slurs his words, but he's being genuine now.

“don’t go.”

he sees your shoes staying in their place, facing away from him, like you're contemplating whether to give in or not, and he adds a whispered “please”. he feels warmth around his wrist, and thanks the god he doesn't care for that he can actually understand what you're saying now.

“okay. i'll stay.”

he hears you drop his boots before you undo the tie around his hair, threading you fingers through it carefully a few times. he's lifted and laid down onto the bed with a gentle arm around his waist. he swears the mattress dips down and that he can see you sitting next to him, but he can feel his fatigue catching up.

he gives your hand a soft squeeze, and when he closes his eyes, he gets one in return. it's the only night in weeks that he's gotten actual sleep.

when he wakes up, he knows he definitely drank too much. he groans lightly, feeling even shittier than before. not like he'd expected anything else. he tries to grab the clock on his bedside table, but feels something cold.

a water bottle. next to it, a box of pills. he can just barely make out what it says, and realizes they're to be taken during a hangover. he looks to his side and notices your slumped form, still sitting on the bed, still leaning against the wall, still holding onto his hand. you're breathing quietly, chest rising and falling lightly while he just stares.

he thinks it's an uncomfortable position to sleep in, but you seem so serene he doesn't try to wake you.

it isn't long before he gets nauseous again, and decides he should probably take the water and pill if he wants to keep admiring you. he swallows them without much complaint, turning back to you.

he thinks he understands why others love to love now.

he doesn't deserve it, and he's probably the person most afraid of it on the entire planet, but he gets it now. why poets write verses filled with endless praise again and again, why artists create paintings with the same muse over and over.

he grasps your hand just a little tighter, willing you not to dissapear. he leans in closer, eyelids drooping while he studies the structure of you.

kaeya alberich was born a liar. he will always be one, and forever be destined for loneliness.

but he doesn't care as much about what fate says when you're next to him. he doesn't care about the sins staining his soul as much when you care for him like this; like he's precious, fragile, worth something, anything at all.

he doesn't care about the deception and lies that bind him every second of the day, because right now, he isn't lying when he whispers a confession of love to your resting figure.

[lovelynim]

Shocking, isn't it?

Genshin Impact - Scaramouche x Tartaglia

A/N: This was greatly inspired by @ikimaru's post. It's literally living in my head rent free, so I needed to do something about it.

Summary: Tartaglia is nervous and all that tension might ruin such a good moment... So Scaramouche decides to tweak things a little.

Word count: 1204 words

Warnings: Midly suggestive content, nothing explicit tho

Tartaglia's back hit the wall, with so much strength that it forced the air out of his lungs. And before he could recover, the assault went on. It was hard for him to stand on his legs, to keep himself together and not fall apart like a castle of cards.

“What's the issue, newbie? Can't keep up?” Scaramouche scoffed, taking a moment to laugh at his ‘comrade’.

To his and everyone's surprise, this wasn't a fight. However, Tartaglia couldn't help but to think that there was some murderous intent directed to him - but, if anything, those only made it more exciting. “H-hah, you sure aren’t… all talk, balladeer,” he gasped, wiping off a little drop of drool that was pouring from the corner of his lips.

Scaramouche clicked his tongue, amused. Despite their height difference, he was the one cornering Tartaglia against the wall. “Can’t say the same goes for you,” he teased, his hand reaching for the door knob next to them and effortlessly pushing it open. There was no need for words or gestures as they both already knew what to do. 

Tartaglia barely stepped inside the bedroom and Scaramouche was already latching himself onto him. The same hand that tightly groped his red shirt pushed him towards the bed, barely giving Tartaglia time to kick off his boots. Damn, this guy really was something else, Tartaglia thought, whining a little into their vicious kissing.

Scaramouche pushed him into the mattress, rubbing the corner of his lips with the back of his hands. “You look scared, did I go too hard on you?” He cooed, irony poisoning his voice while he started to shed his own layers of clothes. “I thought you could ‘take me wherever, whenever’, no?”

Tartaglia chuckled - hoping it would help him hide his uneasiness. He wasn’t so sure of those words anymore. “And I can, balladeer, heh…” That didn’t even convince himself, but oh well.

Scaramouche tilted his head, getting his knee on top of the mattress and slowly approaching the ginger. Tartaglia leaned against the bedpost and watched in silence, at the verge of cracking under the tension and the pressure. Now that it was really happening, could he sustain all of his claims for before? Despite his looks, Scaramouche clearly knew what he was doing and was going to do, while Tartaglia, on the other hand…

Before he could sink any further into these thoughts, Scaramouche straddled one of his legs. Shit, he was so close—

“Eyes on me, newbie,” the other’s voice broke into Tartaglia’s head. He had a playful, yet dominating look on his face. “You might learn a thing or two…” So cocky, Tartaglia thought, but he wasn’t in a position to talk back.

Sighing, as he was forced to follow orders, Tartaglia closed his eyes and leaned in, kissing the balladeer’s lips again. Their lips crashed into each other - without passion, but burning with desire.

Despite not knowing his “coworker” that well, here Tartaglia was. However, as inexperienced as he was, he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Should he hug Scaramouche? Or just keep them away? What if he messed up? Archons, that would be so embarrassing, and what if Scaramouche spread that he was a virgin and—

“...hey,” Scaramouche sighed, breaking their kiss. He looked a little annoyed, but mostly because they stopped kissing. “What are you thinking about? Pay attention, damned newbie…”

Tartaglia’s cheeks flushed in a bright shade of pink. Did he mess up their kissing? He practiced for so long… “I-is something wrong?” Tartaglia dared to ask, his fingers digging into the mattress, tightly holding it.

“You’re too tense,” Scaramouche complained with half closed eyes. Tartaglia wished he could hear the other’s thoughts, it was so hard to read what he was feeling - his face always looked the same, he always seemed so angry. But, this time, he was sure he heard him… laugh. “Let me just…”

Scaramouche quickly reached for Tartaglia’s shirt collar and nearly ripped all the buttons open as he dragged his hand down. The cloth that was being held together quickly fell down Tartaglia’s body, exposing his body to Scaramouche hungry eyes. “Don’t worry,” Scaramouche muttered, gently cupping one of Tartaglia’s cheeks, leaning close to admire his nervous expression. His finger slid down Tartaglia’s jawline, lifting his face by his chin, “it will be fun…”

Tartaglia couldn’t say anything. His throat was closed shut and barely air was making its way through it. He could only watch and shiver, tensing in anticipation as Scaramouche pressed his hand against his chest and slid it down his body. “S-Scaram-”

Crackle.

…huh?

A small purple light came from where Scaramouche’s hand was. Tartaglia widened his eyes as small bolts of electricity surrounded the other man’s finger, crackling as he imbued his hand with electro energy. “W-wait, Scaram- ah!”

All it took was a single finger pressing into his stomach for one of the sparkles to shock him. Scaramouche grinned, letting the electro energy flow into Tartaglia’s body. “What's wrong? It doesn’t hurt, does it? Too much for you?”

“N-nohot reall- ah! But it- a-agh, tihickles..!” Tartaglia whimpered, pressing his eyes shut and clenching his hands into fists. It should hurt, he thought, but it didn’t. All he could feel was an electric pulse flowing, stimulating all his nerves at once.

“Oh, really?” Scaramouche feigned surprised, tilting his head slightly. Pressing his index into the spot just above Tartaglia’s navel, he began to draw little shapes: a circle, a star, a heart… all while sending little bolts of electricity into the skin. “Then laugh, newbie. And relax, yes?”

Tartaglia's body trembled with spasms, jerking his limbs in a weird way. It tickled so bad and it was just a finger, Scaramouche was literally toying with him, mocking, torturing even… but he didn’t dislike those ideas. Again, if anything, those only made it more exciting. “W-wahahait! H-hnngh! P-plehease! It f-feels wehehei- aHAah, c-cohome on!”

Scaramouche only smiled, his finger tracing each muscle of Tartaglia’s abs, moving to his side and then down to his hip. It tickled terribly, terrifically. The ginger curled his toes and giggled his free leg while the other simply trembled under Scaramouche’s weight. That sensation made him want to laugh, to cry, to moan. “S-stahahap, ahAHa, I-I’m seheher- AHAH!!”

Before he could protest any further, Scaramouche added a second finger, pinching a bit of soft skin just below Tartaglia’s ribs, rolling that patch of meat between his digits while showering it with electro energy. “You don’t sound like you want me to stop, newbie,” he whispered softly, watching Tartaglia nearly melt under his gentle-shock-treatment. 

“I think you’re into this, huh?” He teased, finally ceasing the electric flow. Tartaglia's body went limp against the bed, his head spinning and his vision blurry.

Tartaglia sighed, taking his trembling hand to his face, moving it through his hair tiredly. “Y-yeah…” He nodded, a shy smile spreading on his face and adorning it along with his flushed cheeks.

Scaramouche laughed, shaking his head for a moment and smirking back at his newbie’s messed up state. “I see,” he then moved his hands, holding both Tartaglia’s hips, “so let’s see how much you can take, newbie.”

Crackle.

[drchucktingle]

reverse call out post

i have noticed that SOMETIMES it really bothers folks to discover i am sincere and not playing a character. that tinglers are deep artistic expression. i think it  because these few buckaroos are often kind and even politically left but had problematic ways just a few years back

these buckaroos are forced to confront their previous assumptions about neurodivergence and queerness, which is bound to happen as time trots on and cultural landscape evolves. but this sudden realization they have about themselves apparently MUST be ignored and pushed away

theres BIG TIME buckaroos on this very platform who publicly made fun of and gatekept my autism. these posts are STILL THERE. folks questioning my bisexuality. and these are buds who at one time worked with chuck and were pretending to ‘like me’ in way that i now see was irony

these are a previous generation of liberal ‘comedy forum’ buds who laugh and laugh at ‘ridiculous bad erotica’ and wrote as a money scheme. those who would later say with concern ‘chuck tingle is homophobic for making fun of queer erotica’. the same THEY might gleefully write

and i think their reaction is a way to deal with truth that THEY were doing these things ironically and have ABSOLUTELY NO CONCEPT that someone else couldve been creating joyful queer neurodivergent art during the same timeline with sincerity instead of irony.

so now as chuck gets taken more seriously they have to confront something. question of ‘wait, was i laughing at a real person the whole time? was i calling someone homophobic when in reality it is much more homophobic to MAKE that accusation, because queerness is not a monolith?’

old posts calling out chuck as fake, dehumanizing me, gatekeeping my place on spectrum of autism AND sexuality are still up. they wont be addressed because these folks cannot ever acknowledge they treated someones very existence as a joke. they will not admit THEY needed to grow

and honestly buckaroos, I FORGIVE THEM. nobody is dang perfect and the internet is swirling with irony poisoning. those folks on old forums were BATHING IN IT DAILY. it does not bother me because it is the past, but pondering on it during moments like this i am compelled to write

i do not bring this up to punish for past, but to hope buckaroos remember lesson in the future: you do not need to gatekeep. you do not need to make yourself the arbiter of others lifestyle and identity. you do not need to score online points as a way of proving your goodness.

proving love is complicated sometimes, and a big part or that complicated journey is accepting there are some unique buckaroos out there, buds who actually ENJOY making neurodivergent art and expressing their queerness in unique ways. who need time to learn THEMSELVES through art

it is my belief and suggestion that buds allow others this space. to accept them as they come. to TROT WITH THEM INTO THE FUTURE. thats a heck of a way to prove love is real. i think we can make this trot of sincerity together and DANG am i looking forward to it. LOVE IS REAL