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letsgofullpogue · 2 months ago

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I don't usually share my thoughts on the season here, I try to keep it more of an archive than anything, but this shit was a mess and I need to unpack it somewhere. Thoughts on season 4 below the cut.

Groff being JJ's father doesn't make any sense.

Before part two even came out, this little kernel of story rang so false for me. How does Luke wind up with a kook baby who "died" at sea? And the obvious answer is he had an affair with a kook, they had a baby, and, sure, she dies and he has to take care of the baby, leaving him bitter and alone and resentful of JJ. This is a reasonable expectation based on what we know of Luke thus far. But that's not what they're selling. Luke is a good-natured groundskeeper for the Genrettes, forming a light friendship with Larissa and bringing her little baby flowers to light up their days. Chandler, the baby's actual father, lurks in the background, seemingly jealous and controlling and not a fan of Luke. This completely stomps all over what we know to be true about Luke from the beginning, and really wipes out all the beautiful, horrifying work that Rudy and Gary did to build their relationship up until now. What a tragedy.

Why would Chandler kill Larissa and hand off the baby, pretending that he died? Was he hoping that Wes would take him under his wing and he would become the Genrette heir? Why not just keep his own baby with him, who would presumably be the real Genrette heir, coming into the money and property by way of guardianship when he inevitably killed Wes anyway? What's the deal with Chandler and Larissa? Did he marry her for money since he was a Pogue (more on that later)? Is this Foghorn Leghorn accent put on? Did he marry her specifically for her Blackbeard connections? Was it on the order of the Lupine Corsairs? Did he start working with them before he hooked up with Larissa? Was this all part of the plan? Why did Larissa keep her last name? Why in god's name do I care?

Watching Chandler play JJ the whole time requires us to believe that JJ is stupid, and JJ is not stupid. Impulsive, sure. Acts before thinking, absolutely, but not stupid. He's not going to get played this way (especially by a Kook), letting Chandler lock him in a mausoleum, giving him the necklace, giving Chandler his phone. It's insane. And driving around town in the Twinkie while being wanted? Still using their house and surf shop as home base for planning? Stupid stupid stupid.

The retread of scenes we've already done

Pope and Sarah in the tunnel with the rain is Kie in the sewer with the water flushing her out.

JJ and Chandler in the Twinkie is Big John and John B in the Twinkie, and just as bad. I thought they understood that was too much time away from the group, but what I've come to is that they don't actually understand anything.

Wasting too much time with a band of villains, see also last season. At least Singh had an interesting story that somewhat wove into the quest. These guys are just hired grunts. They're not on this hunt for themselves, they were hired to find the crown. Hired by who? And why do we care? They have a code that they live by, but we don't care that one of their faceless guys got killed and that they're out for revenge while pursuing the treasure. They get way too much screen time for us only have ten episodes.

Pope running from the Marines is Pope running from his scholarship interview, with higher stakes consequences that'll never be addressed, I'm sure.

Pope, John B, Cleo, and Sarah in the garage is John B in the garage in season one.

JJ wounded and floating in the water, just like in season two.

JJ and Kie talking about wishes while on watch is surf trip again. I was like, oh wow the chemistry is totally back here, and then I realized that it's fully leaning on the cadence of something that's already happened.

These are not parallels, this is bad writing. Or lazy writing. Or both.

High-stakes actions with no regard for consequences

Speaking of, they're constantly writing themselves into situations they can't get out of at this point. Last year, with JJ making deals with Barracuda Mike, big-time drug dealer, a thing that should have had huge consequences for reneging on the deal, but wound up with none. And in an even bigger 'this doesn't matter', he goes to Barracuda Mike's house this year and demands things of him? Wild and unbelievable.

This year, with JJ assaulting cops and destroying the town, for reasons that don't even really make sense. Wanted and on the run. How do you come back from that? (And a side note. JJ wasn't ever really a physically destructive presence, moreso destructive in the way that he has impulse control issues and acts before he thinks. But JJ has always been the type to take the beating, not start it. Happy to defend himself and his friends, but out of a feeling of usefulness and purpose in the group, not for funsies.)

Also this year with Pope, assaulting a cop, slipping his ankle monitor, and running away from the Marines. THE MARINES. Consequences should be looming, and who knows if we'll get there. But why set these kids on the run for the rest of their lives? The point is this place, the point is these kids. These beautiful idiots with bad luck and good hearts, just trying to get a win. What win is left? Evading jail? Revenge killing? What happened to our little boat show? This is a mess.

A family way

It's insane to me that they would chose to make Sarah pregnant in these circumstances that they've written them into, but then again, it's written by men who seem to have big-time mommy and daddy issues, so why am I surprised? I do feel like the best part of the season is that before John B even knew about the pregnancy, he was basically like I want to be done with this shit. He is not his father, he doesn't yearn for the adventure of it all. He wants to build a life, a normal life, and I wish we had had more time to sit with that and explore it for him.

The dialog

I don't know if it's that they're not improving as much anymore because of ~*reasons*~, but the dialog has gone completely down the tubes. In the last episode of the season, Kiara says "JJ hurry" over and over, at least 5 times in the span of like 15 minutes. When John B, Sarah, and Cleo are running from the Kooks, it's hurry, hurry, hurry. It's either that the writers simply aren't trying anymore or so much of the dialog was filled in with improv that now that everyone hates each other (she says casually and not addressing it at all), they're unwilling to play. Either way, that's their jobs. This show should be so fun to watch and it's becoming a drag.

The filters

I know everyone has complained about the colors of this show the whole time, but it's becoming unforgivable. The blue nighttime filter? I want to throw something at my tv every time they use it. Shoot at night??? Or on a stage? There are options that aren't the most awful fake-looking filters in the world, which, by the way, make watching on any smaller screen completely impossible. I miss those season one South Carolina sunsets. It feels like we've replaced most of those with a really harsh yellow filter that makes lighting people impossible.

Pogues vs. Kooks

That was the setup for this show, right? The haves and the have-nots? Two tribes, one island? Well, now almost every Kook is a Pogue and every Pogue is a Kook. They're muddling the message with bad results, because they still seem to want the tension and the storylines that result from it, but Chandler is a Pogue turned Kook, Ward was a Pogue turned Kook, so is Mike. JJ is a Kook turned Pogue, Rafe, RAFE of all people is working with the Pogues and engaged to one? With season five being the official last season, what will we be left with at the end of all this?

Interviews

So much of what they intended for this story, or what they want the audience to take from this story is told in interviews. I don't know if they're flat-out lying or they really think they nailed it in the telling. They say JJ is freaking out because he finds out he's a Kook, but that's not really what happened on screen, it seems more like he freaks out because their land is being taken from them and Luke's back and betraying them for a deal to keep him out of jail (yeah, not enough time spent on that). That JJ dying was the plan from the beginning which I don't believe was the case for one single second. "JJ is super jealous", where? Show me where because he barely glances at Kiara the entire second half of the season. They're two unsupervised children, dating, living in the same house, who barely ever touch, nevermind kiss. You're making this shit up to get the fans in a frenzy about it and not delivering in the telling.

The biggest fuck you

JJ dying. If talk is to be believed (and I do believe it) Rudy asked to leave and the Pates granted this request by killing him. I'm pissed as hell that the Rudy/Elaine/Madison/Mariah whatever it was ruined a truly great character and couple (the thing that brought me to this show in the first place) and I'm also pissed that it was written this way. Their right as writers and showrunners, I guess. BUT. There is a way to do this and have it make narrative sense and spur the story on and it is their job as writers to figure that out. What they did was strap him with an insane storyline about biological parents that makes no sense, act completely out of character for much of the season, have him pick up a drinking problem that he's never had before (becoming a liability for his friends), and have his new daddy kill him with a 1-inch blade in retribution for *checks notes* not letting him out of a well? Oh, and having his friends bury him in an unmarked grave in a land far from home, a home that they really can't even return to without some of them going to jail for a long time. And now they're out for revenge, as suggested by Rafe.

What is season five going to be? Losing JJ (and Jiara by extension) is a devastating loss for this show. Saddling John B and Sarah with a kid on the way while on the run and actively pursuing very bad people is irresponsible. How can we bring it on home in a way that honors these characters and makes sense of the mess they made of this story? How can we bring it on home at all? I'm not sure, but I guess we'll find out when the time comes. Lord knows, I'll be here until the bitter end.

#outer banks #obx #obx meta #obx season 4 #jj maybank

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pagannatural · 11 months ago

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1.06 Skin

-Dean tries to say no to Sam about going to California but it’s a losing battle because Sam has the puppydog eyes which are lethal.

-Jared Padalecki is very good at platonic chemistry. He had zero sexual tension with the mom from Dead in the Water, for example, even when he pulled her out of her bathtub and she was lying on top of him naked and panting. It wasn’t a romantic moment. Likewise here he hugs his friend Becky and is obviously happy to see her, but they have zero sexual chemistry. It makes the sexual tension between Sam and Dean stand out and feel significant.

I also love how unhappy Dean looks seeing Sam’s friend from his time at Stanford.

-Sam’s “you’re not my brother” when he catches the shapeshifter kills me.

-“He’s sure got issues with you” SAY MORE. It seems like Dean’s memories or whatever it is are being melded with the shapeshifter’s, because he only talks about things that he can easily relate to. I bet there’s a ton more Dean stuff that the shapeshifter just doesn’t assimilate.

-“Dean stay out of the sewers alone I mean it!” “Sorry Sam, you know me, I just can’t wait.” Sam does worry about Dean. And Dean is kind of a reckless act-first think-later type and I bet that drove little Sam crazy. Did younger Dean kind of enjoy Sam’s concern? I bet he secretly relished it.

-during their fistfight Shapeshifter Dean says “not bad little brother” and Sam says “you’re not him” with such fire. It feels possessive.

-It recalls their first scene together when Dean breaks in and Sam says “Dean?” with such eager disbelief- like, Is it really you? It makes me wonder if Sam kept hoping to see Dean while he was at Stanford, if he kept hoping he’d visit or call, or if he did a double take every time he saw a broad-shouldered guy in a leather jacket.

-“even when we were kids I always kicked your ass” between fighting and cuddling and moving so much they must have had more physical contact with each other than anyone else in their lives.

-Dean walks in to find his own likeness on top of Sam, strangling him. I can’t remember him ever looking as murderous again as he looks here

He shoots the shapeshifter and goes to the body. This is how the brothers look at each other before Dean rips the amulet Sam gave him off of the shapeshifter and puts it back on.

What even IS this? What is this moment between them?

The episode explored the isolation and intensity of the brothers’ relationship. Their desires for lives of their own exist in opposition to their lives together.

But for Dean the main issue is not his desire for a separate life, it’s the desire for Sam to be his even though Sam left him. They both fight their gravitation pull toward each other for different reasons. The shapeshifter fed Dean’s abandonment fears by taking everything that Dean loves- his appearance, his car, his amulet, his brother. His self loathing comes from his belief that everyone will leave him, that he’ll never be enough to make them stay. Sam still has a foot out the door, in the lives of his Stanford friends.

This specific moment though. When Dean kills his double, saves Sam, and takes back the amulet, it feels like he’s reclaiming Sam. Early in the episode Dean told Sam that hunters can’t really have friends. He’s saying You’re mine and you can really only either be mine or be anything else. For Sam, the world is divided between My Brother and Not My Brother. Dean has just killed the thing which is Not His Brother.

And Sam ACCEPTS. He chooses his brother. Becky tells him it must be lonely hunting monsters and he smiles and says not really, looking over at Dean. He says what can I do, it’s family. He lies, but he’s not going to stay in touch with her. He’s in for however long this takes with Dean.

At the end of the episode Dean tells Sam that he’s sorry he can’t have the college life he wanted. Sam tells Dean it’s okay, he never really fit in at college. They always come back to each other. They only really fit in with each other.

#spn #wincest #samdean #spn 1x06

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her-satanic-wiles · 1 year ago

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October 11th

Sensory Deprivation, Cirrus x Reader

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Warnings: Sensory deprivation; spanking; sapphicism; established relationship; soft dom!Cirrus; reader’s a little bratty shit; temperature play; nipple play; use of sex toys; praise kink; squirting;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man @sodomiser @the-did-i-ask @copias-sewer-rat @gehrmansbignaturals

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Cirrus made sure your hands were the first to go; lying you on your back and tying your wrists together and securing them to the metal headboard. She always made a habit of making sure they were tight enough that you couldn’t slip out of them, as more than a handful of times you’d done that and cackled about it to her face. You still think about the punishment she gave you afterward. You were so sensitive for a solid week.

Your eyes were the next to go; a soft, satin, black strip wrapped around your head blocking out any light remaining in the room. She loved toying with you, taking her time and making you squirm for her, fidget in anticipation of what she had planned. You trusted her wholeheartedly of course - you wouldn’t allow yourself to get put in this position without total trust of your safety and well being. But there was a thrill that came with this demon that kept you on your toes. You never knew what she was going to do next.

“Remember your safeword?” She asked.

“Teletubby.”

She smacked your thigh. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

You tried to move away, your bratty giggles loudly bouncing off the walls of her bedroom. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You pleaded.

“What’s the safeword?”

“I won’t have to use it, so I don’t even know why we have one.”

She smacked your thigh again. “If you don’t tell me what it is right now we stop playing.” Her tone was serious, and serious Cirrus was an insanely hot Cirrus. It made heat pour into your core.

“Oranges.”

“Thank you. Little shit.”

You felt the bed release where she’d stood and your ears stopped picking up the sound of her footsteps where she’d clearly left the room, leaving you tied and vulnerable to her bed. Left secured and alone, you had never felt wetter in your life. You didn’t even hear her close the door - knowing Cirrus she did, she would never put you in that position unless you explicitly asked for it, but the thought that anyone could walk passed and see you stark naked and restrained like that had your hips bucking in search of releasing the tension that was building. You were so desperate to have something or someone touch you it was almost pathetic.

You didn’t even hear her return, but all you felt was something impossibly cold on your stomach. The feel of the intense temperature change had you gasping in shock, and your body moving to get away from it despite being tied to the bed. “C-cold!” You exclaimed.

“I should hope so,” she taunted, “it’s been in the freezer for a long time.”

The actually object itself felt heavy, even though her hand was holding most of the weight. The material was hard and unbending, and so, obnoxiously cold. She moved it from the middle of your stomach and traced it over one nipple, making you hiss at the feeling, before she moved it to the other. The two buds now stood erect and providing Cirrus more ground to play and tease you with.

Just as your nipples were beginning to get used to the sensation, she lifted the object and removed it completely. The sound of something heavy dropping into a full container confused you. That was until the cold sensation was back on your nipples, but this time softer and much wetter. Ice. She was now rubbing ice all over your body. You moaned at the feeling, your desperate and empty hole clenching around nothing as you wordlessly begged for more. But due to your combined heats and the temperature of the room, it wasn’t long before the ice died.

But that clearly wasn’t a problem for her as her cold hands moved to your clit and rubbed, the shocking temperature contrast having you screaming out once more. She circled your clit a few times, with a small amount of pressure, not enough to have you feeling good, but just enough to have you needing more. That was when she replaced her fingers with another ice cube, rubbing it all over your vulva to get you prepared and melt a bit, but then placing what was left of it directly on your swollen bundle of nerves.

“Oh, fuck!” You yelled in surprise, your hips bucking up sharply.

She simply chuckled in response, and you knew she was having the best time torturing you.

Once the ice had melted away she stopped all contact for a brief moment. You could hear the ice in the bucket moving and adjusting as she retrieved the item that she put inside of it. You felt it prod at your entrance and push inside slowly. There was little stretch and zero resistance, meaning that she was about to fuck you with your glass dildo that had been dunked in an ice bucket for you didn’t know how long. “Cirrus!” Her name came out of your mouth as a shocked gasp again more than a moan, but there was no denying just how incredible it felt. She sank the toy all the way inside you and bent down to give your lips a chaste kiss.

“How does it feel, baby girl?” She asked.

“S-so fucking c-cold!”

“Is it good?”

“Yes! Yes it feels good! Please move!”

“Aw,” you could hear her pouting, her tone became condescending, “only good? I guess you don’t like it then. I’ll stop.”

“No! Don’t stop! It feels incredible. I love it! Please!”

She laughed at you again. “Good girl.”

She moved the dildo and angled it perfectly, making sure it hit your g-spot every time. She’d learnt your body pretty quickly when you first became a thing, and did everything she could to have you seeing stars. The glass dildo was always a favourite of both of you. You because it felt incredible. The heaviness of it combined with the firmness and the ribbed shaft meant that every inch of your cunt felt some kind of pleasure. The weightiness provided the perfect pressure to ensure that you would always have a great time with it. She, on the other hand, much preferred using it to her fingers because you always squirted with it - without fail. And it was never a small trickle that would cascade out of you like a waterfall, no. It was cartoonish or pornographic. It was always like the tsunami gates opened when they weren’t meant to and the ocean would just come pouring out. If she didn’t see it herself, there’d be no way she’d believe any person could do such a thing. But you could, and she loved it.

She bent forward again, her hot breath enveloping your nipple and alternate between sucking and licking it. The stark contrast between the cold dildo currently ramming into your cunt vs. her hot breath put you in almost a state of delirium. As good as the dildo was, though, it wasn’t anywhere near close to tipping you over the edge.

“Cirrus!” You called.

“What, baby?” Her tone was always so patronising when she drove you insane like this, and it only heightened your arousal. It made you feel pathetic, desperate, needy. And you loved it.

“I need you.”

“You have me.”

“I need more.”

“More?” She continued to thrust the dildo inside of you, now hitting the tip of your cervix. The angle this time was downwards, knowing what you wanted from her. The base of the dildo, every time it reentered you, scraped barely against the bottom of your clit. It was driving you mad. “But I’m already giving you so much! Is my girl being greedy today?”

“Please, I want to cum so badly!”

“Is this not enough for you, baby? Hm? What else do you need? Tell me.”

“Y-your fingers, please!”

“So polite! Good girl. Where do you want them? Here?” She began to pinch and tweak the nipple she was just sucking on.

“No! My clit. Play with my clit.”

“Such a good girl for me.”

She obliged your request, shifting further down the bed so she had complete access to your core. Her thumb began rubbing your clit as her other hand continued to work the dildo inside of you. You could hear the sound of your own slick squelching as she fucked you over the sounds of your unashamed and wanton moans.

“Sathanas!” You screamed. “I’m gonna cum!”

“No, pretty girl. What do we say first?”

“Please let me cum!”

“Good girl. Cum for me.”

It seemed to happen all of a sudden. The knot in your stomach that was ever tightening snapped, and you came around the dildo. You felt yourself let go completely, hearing your own slick pouring out of you and Cirrus’ voice talking you through it. Always her good girl. Always so good for her.

Pulling the dildo out of you felt like torture because she dragged it so slowly. You felt so empty and sensitive, and you whimpered at the loss of contact. “Now, now,” she gently scolded you, “you can’t be the only one to have all the fun.”

She removed you from your restraints and gently rubbed at where they left marks. She slowly removed the blindfold and gave you time to adjust to the light of the room. She sat there on the bed, as naked as you. “Make me cum now, baby.”

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

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ehh-is-the-name · 4 months ago

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I ENTIRELY disagree with your statement that cobs and mephone are one in the same. They just arent!!! they arent!!!! it's comparing a person who Was Abused to their Abuser. And i think thats really dangerous, especially because cobs did things knowingly and out of ill will and is absolutely manipulating suitcase and knife in his speech to them, but also because mephone literally has/had no fucking idea he created the contestants.

theres something wildly different between creating a fantasy UNKNOWINGLY where everything goes your way (kinda- i'll yap about that later) and you have your contestants and your show where you can be the perfect host you always wanted to be!!... And creating Sentient Beings (who you know are sentient) and sending them off TO WAR only to physically and emotionally abuse one of them when he comes back with Only ONE of the children you sent him to steal. like. Fellow mephone apologist, he's not really that bad!!!! there is hope!!!

Back to the whole. 'everythign goes his way' thing- A key difference between Cobs and Mephone to me is that Mephone, not even knowing he created the contestants, doesn't force them to do anything. He's kinda... dumb? like, let's be real, his biggest threats come up to 'you'll be kicked off the show' and yada yada... Like. take Marshmallow.

He (UNKNOWINGLY) created marshmallow to be on HIS show. But when she chose to leave... he didn't stop her. And yes, he knew she left because of his confrontation of mepad where he expressly asks him 'why did you let marshmallow leave?' Mephone 100% KNEW. but he didn't stop her (nor apple, for that matter) from going off and starting a life of their own.

MEPHONE DOESN'T WANT CONTROL OF HIS CONTESTANTS LIVES.

Yes, he's a jerk, YES, He's absolutely terrible to his contestants sometimes, and YES, he will have to deal with the consequences of his actions.

BUT. He's not anything like cobs-- at least, not where it matters.

Cobs tried to kill mephone, multiple times, when mephone tried to start his own life. Mephone views his contestants as real, sentient people- Cobs doesn't! He sees the contestants as toys, if anything... And he sees his own creations as tools. Valuable tools.

So like. what im trying to say. Is uhhh sorry for yapping so long and i hope you have an awesome day!!! I've just seen this whole Mephone=cobs thing going around and it gave me a headache SO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU DEAL WITH IT </3 but i do hope thsi was informative!

First off- LET'S GO I LOVE II DISCORSE THANK YOU FOR RESPONDING THIS IS WHAT COMMUNITY'S ALL ABOUT!!

Anyway, I will say, that I'm giving you a hug and crying into your shoulders for bringing up the marshmallow thing- I completely forgot about it even though we literally just saw her again (I think it's pretty clear that my priorities are ALL over the place).

Rewatching the scene I get what you're saying.

I'mma be soooo fuckin honest this scene went right the fuck over my head, and by that, I mean I didn't know if Mephone was being genuine with his confusion or fuckin' anything actually. When I say ii 16 has killed me and left me rotting in a gutter, I'm so serious. Mentally I am in a gutter and your ask has at least rolled me back on the curb so I can breathe air instead of sewer water.

Literally reading your thing has made me remember other posts I have seen and taken to heart about this phone, like examples A and B. (They're both tumblr analyses that are kinda outdated 'cause of the bombshell but still pretty good imo). Mephone DOESN'T want to control the contestant's lives and, although he can be a dickwad at times, he still cares about them. Though is that just because they're his OCs in a way? I-

I say all that but I'm also like, I don't want to be completely throwing away everything Cobs is saying just because I feel ill every time he talks. You right, it's very clear that this whole thing is heavy with the manipulation but fuck man I think I'm just easily manipulated... I'm being so serious when I say I lost what hte fuck I was typing in the middle of this and I don't think it's coming back to me. I rolled back in the gutter, sewer water is my home I fucking guess.

Anyone who's listening to me at this point- I don't recommend it I actually don't know what the fuck is happening. I think I still have it in my head that Mephone knows about the whole "making the contestants thing" which makes it hard to fully embrace what you're saying. I should clarify tho:

Mephone and Cobs aren't the same, but the things he's indirectly picked up from Cobs (because of his abuse) are presenting harder than I thought originally. And I think that's what I really meant when I wrote the note. Or at least, that's how I feel now. It's been a couple days since I wrote the stuff in the blockquote. That's the best way to explain how I feel about the Mephone = Cobs situation—yes, but genuinely, in all honestly, no they're not the same.

And do not be ashamed of ranting, really, we love it here. Plus, my friend called this the 9/11 of inanimate insanity and yeah there's a lot of fallout and theories rn. Perfect time for discourse 'cause we're all going through the wringer.

#was literally just talking to my roomamte about this situation #and they deadass looked at me like 'dude what the fuck are you talking about'#I actually am insane #that being said #I believe we should have a Socratic seminar after every ep that comes out #english is my least favourite subject but god I love some hearty discourse #love your rant anon #thank you for sharing with the class #I love this show but god it makes me insane #it's literally 1 am for me- wth #inanimate insanity #ii mephone4 #ehh exaggerates #ask #osc #meeple ii #ii 16 spoilers

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dilucsflame33 · 2 years ago

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Ohmygosh, i stumbled upon your cocktails and im in love<3 may i get a raphaels fire whiskey?🐢 please and thank you!!

Pocky Challenge 🌸🔥

I decided to do the 4-1 challenge for February and doing this request at the same time. I hope that's okay, love! ^^

Warning:

Heavy kissing, teasing, and flirting but that's all. Plus, it's Raphael. This man can flirt. 🫠

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It was like any other time at the lair for you.

You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, while Mikey was sitting on the floor playing video games. Genshin Impact.

“What’s your favorite character in the game?” You asked at random while he just killed a boss for ascension materials.

The orange terrapin hummed in thought. “There’s a lot of characters I like playable wise but, if we’re going for the storyline I would say Yoimiya.”

You smiled, knowing the cheerful woman would be a good match for the hyper turtle. Both love kids and people. Not only that, she kicks butt.

“Sadly, I don’t have her.” He sighed with yearning. “I will gladly be a Yoimiya main, if this game will let me have the characters I want. This gacha game is terrible but it’s so addicting”

“I would never doubt that.” You said as you patted his shoulder. “I wish you luck.”

Mikey laughed, knowing that he needs a lot of it for a game like this.

And money.

“I’m guessing you’re going to see Raph, right?” Mikey said as he watched you getting up from the couch. “Take these with you. These are Raph’s and I don't want him to get mad if he finds out I took his snacks.”

You rolled your eyes as your palms took hold of the pocky sticks. Strawberry flavored. Smirk on your face, you trudged to where the brute was located.

You could hear his grunts and puffs of air when he exhaled as he bench pressed sewer man-hole covers. His strength never fails to surprise you; Raphael shows off his muscle and proved it on the battlefield. Yes, his brothers are strong but there was something about him that gets your heart pumping. He’s a blunt man, and doesn't like beating around the bush. Not only that, he doesn’t take crap from anyone.

Especially his brother.

You bit your lip when he grunt once again as he raised his arms with the bar, biceps bulging as he placed back to its decimated place. Raph sat up and exhaled, lifting a water bottle and swallowed the liquid inside. Your eyes can’t help but stare as he devoured the clear contents and sighed when he was done; a towel around his shoulders as he wiped the sweat from his face.

“Enjoyin’ the view?” Voice gruff and masculine, he turned his head and looked at you with a smirk. His emerald eyes hold a teasing nature in them and it makes your heart do things that it shouldn’t be healthy.

“What if I am?” You flirted back as you stepped forward, standing in front of your red banded boyfriend. His hands, large and calloused, came to your waist and pulled you to him. “I have a challenge for you, something you can’t deny.” You know that he will never back down from a challenge, especially if it’s with you.

His brow raised with interest. “Challenge, huh? I’m listenin’.”

That’s when he saw the strawberry pocky in your hand, knowing where this was going. And this man is enjoying the challenge already. “If you’re wanting a make-out session, you don’t need sweets for that.” He said as his hand was laced into your hair, fingers massaging your scalp. “You already taste sweet, baby doll. If you’re trying to give me cavities, I will gladly own it.”

You laughed and kissed his forehead. “Then do the challenge with me and we’ll see.”

Raph snickered as you grabbed the cookie out of the box and placed it on end to your lips, the strawberry flavoring hitting your taste buds. The man can’t help but crave the treat in front of him.

And he’s not talking about the cookie.

With a new sense of determination, he leaned to you. His lips were about to take a bite, but he took the whole stick into his mouth and kissed you with passion. A gasp left your lips as his tongue invaded your warm cavern, hands on his shoulders as he pulled away. Completely dazed with the hot fiery passion of his lips, Raphael ate the cookie and smirked.

“You should know not to challenge me, doll. Otherwise, I will leave ya breathless.”

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saltydoesstuff · 1 year ago

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Deadlight turtles with a very naive Reader. Inspired by the IT turned Good comic/au.

Reader was not meant to still be alive. She should have died a long time ago when she encountered Mikey in the sewer drain. But she never took the bait. Never reached her hand in... Instead, she happily talked with Mikey, full heartedly believing his story of a circus that had blown him and his brothers into the sewers and showing true sympathy. Mikey was made fun of when he came back to the lair empty handed by his brothers after Reader had to eventually leave.

The worst of all... the brat left a bag of kettle corn and hot coco by the same drain the next day on her way to work. She was mocking his failure, he knew it. So that night... Leo tried to get her.

He too failed to kill her. She didn't even look scared when she woke up to see his large form carefully standing on the end poles of her bed frame with impressive balance, crouched over and holding two cups of hot chocolate. At first, she was a bit confused- but then had the audacity to look happy to see him. Glad to meet one of Mikey's brothers, she had explained. Leo wanted to rip her apart then and there, but how she looked up at him with such big old happy eyes as she accepted when he offered her a cup of coco.. He hated her. He hated that he couldn't kill her. He hated that she wasn't afraid.

This cycle repeated with Donnie and Raph both in their respective orders. They would meet and try to kill Reader, at least scare her- but any and all attempts failed before they would fully try. Not even a stutter of her heartbeat, or a flinch! Was she truly a human like what the brothers had been preying on for centuries?

This loop of trial and failure continued until it all came to a head when Reader was cornered and threatened by the Mud Dogs (who I imagine are Henry Bowers' gang in this au sorry jdsn) at the creek. Mikey was the one to save Reader before anything could happen, using his shapeshifting powers to turn into a twisted bird like monster and scaring the yokai- nearly eating Leonard in the process, if the pesky mortal didn't shoot him and make Mikey let go before he could take a bite.

When it was over and the gang had fled, Mikey shifted back to normal- a crack in his plastron from the bullet and his blood floating upwards as it exited his body. He watched as Reader got over her shock, looking towards Mikey. He really hoped that now she got it, now he had finally scared her...

But she instead looked at him with adoration. She began to happily ramble about what just happened, laughing at how the Mud Dogs had run away.

"why..."

"Huh?"

"Why aren't you.. afraid?"

"Why would I be afraid? You're my friend!"

". . ."

Mikey wanted nothing more than to rip her throat out, but he knew he would never be able to bring himself to actually do it. So instead, he snapped at her, yelling about how he nor his brothers were her friends.

"Why of course you are! I got you popcorn, Leo got me cocoa- Raph made me a plushie, Donnie made me this cool tech thingy, you all come visit regularly and you just saved me! That's stuff friends do!"

"It would be too easy to- you can't even comprehend what I- Do you know who I am? What I am?! I- You-"

"Have you guys never had a friend before..?"

"I-"

"Look... I'm not dumb, I know the whole story about people going missing every so years. About monsters in the sewers... and if you can turn into that- I guess you are those monsters. But, I think you're good monsters. Why else would you hang out with me so much?"

That caught Mikey off guard.

"'Good... monster..?'"

He started to laugh. At first it was a tiny giggle, then it ramped up to full on hysterical laughter.

"Good monster?!"

Mikey howled, hunching over gripping his stomach. That's when Reader fully took notice to his wound.

"You're bleeding!"

"Good monster!! HAHAHA HAHA HA-"

When she turned to her bag to try and find something to help him, Mikey was gone- his floating blood the only thing left to prove he was there at all...

Down in the lair, Mikey was rolling on the floor- still hysterically laughing. Good monster, she said!

He grew longer claws, using them to pick out the bullet from his chest. Once the object was out, his wound healed almost immediately. He threw the bloody ball away carelessly, rolling onto his stomach. His sharper claws tore into the cement below him with a loud grating noise. Mikey let out a long sigh, calming down from his fit.

'Good monster'... right.

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countrymusiclover · 6 months ago

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17 - Myrcella Lannister

Part 18

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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Essos - Daenerys

Dany walked around in her chamber room getting lost in her thoughts hearing the chamber door creak opened and closed revealing the dwarf to her. “You're grace, you wished to speak with me.”

“Yes I do. Have a seat.” She gestured to the other chair across the table.

He followed her instructions, sitting down and reaching for the poured glass of wine. “What do you want to speak with me about?”

“Is my sister alive?”

He responded. “Yes.”

“Where is she at the moment?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “If my brother was successful she should be at my childhood home Casterly Rock.”

“The brother who killed my father.”

He nodded while taking a drink from his cup.” That’s the one.”

“Tell me how we get inside of the Rock.” She took the cup from his grasp.

Tyrion raised a brow realizing what she had just said to him and about his former home. “What are you planning to do?”

“I want to meet the man who murdered my father. I want to look my sister in the eye and ask her why she would be with the man who removed my father from our throne.” The mother of dragons coldy looked at the dwarf.

Tyrion covered his face with his hand peeking through his fingers knowing he needed to tell her the way in now that she was close to crossing the seas and returning home. “My father built our house up from the ground but he didn’t build the sewers. That was beneath him so he gave the job to the lowest person he could find, me.”

“Can we get inside of it or not?” She asked him.

He wished he wasn’t so clever. “There’s a passage that begins in an out of the way cove by the sea and ends beneath one of the main guard towers.”

“Thank you for your advice. We sail for Westeros in a day's time.” Daenerys exited the room without another sentence leaving Tyrion to sit there frozen with some fear that she’d kill his brother the second she found him.

Jaime’s pov - Casterly Rock

I didn’t want to wake up that morning simply holding my wife against my chest where she rolled over facing me. “I could stay like this forever, you know. I never realized how much I would enjoy being a Lord like my father instead of a Kingsguard.” I muttered running my fingers through her silver hair.

“I rather like seeing you in your guard armor. But this is much easier than hiding our relationship from everyone.” She moved forward pressing her lips to mine, rolling me onto my back and her above me.

Her hair was tousled over her shoulders and I could see her purple eyes lighting up with an idea. “What’s running through that head of yours, Vae?”

“I wanna have another baby.” She whispered, nuzzling her nose against mine.

I smirked, flipping her onto her back hovering above my wife, beginning to kiss her deeply until we were interrupted by knocking. “Whatever my wife wants, she shall receive.”

“Lord and Lady Lannister!”

I looked over my shoulder hoping he would leave us alone. “Go away. We're busy!”

“It is urgent, my lord. A letter arrived from King's Landing from the Queen Regent.”

Vaella pushed me gently off of her wrapping the blanket around her naked body going to answer the door opening it to take the letter from the guards hand. “Thank you for bringing it to us, ser.” He nodded with a bow as she shut the door behind her before she walked over to the bed plopping back down.

“I don't understand why you had to answer that.”

“Your sister is the Queen. She could put our heads on spikes if she wished in case you've forgotten .” She sent me a warning look, tearing the seal of the letter and reading it aloud. “Dear brother,

I need your help with bringing Myrcella home. I have received a threat from Dorne after what happened to Oberon and so I'm calling upon you for assistance. Come to King's Landing and bring her home.

- Your sister, Cersei.”

“Myrcella's in danger.” I muttered under my breath.

My wife laid the letter down whipping her head around to me when I rose from the bed beginning to get dressed. “You can't seriously be thinking of going to Dorne or going back to her are you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Vae. I'd never go back to her when I have you and the children.” I shrugged my tunic shirt over my head crossing the room when she stood on her knees on the edge of the bed, holding the silk blanket still around her body.

She gave me a warning tone gripping the ends of the blanket in her fingers. “Jaime, she's an untrustworthy woman. She manipulated you for years and made you think that what she gave you was love when it wasn't. I don't want to see that happen again.”

“My Princess, listen to me. What I had with my sister will never happen again. But I can't just stand back while Myrcella is in danger.” I cupped the side of her face in my real hand.

She weakly smiles leaning into my palm. “Swear that you'll come back to me. That you'll come back to us.”

“I swear it, Vaella.” I whisper, closing the gap between us and giving her a long kiss. “Avy jorrāelan ( I love you ).”

She mumbled in between kisses. “Avy jorrāelan.”

Finally getting Myrcella on the boat back to King's Landing I knew I was on my way to returning to my family at the Rock. Vaella was far too worried when I left since we hadn’t been separated since we left that city. I knew she feared I’d go back to my sister. “Try not to lose it this time.” I eyed the necklace that she held in her hands that was sent to my sister as a threat.

“I’ll never take it off again.” She claps the necklace back around her neck.

“I know you didn’t want to leave Dorne but I’m glad you’re coming home. Your mother’s desperate to see you. And I’m glad Tristan’s coming with us. He seems like a nice boy. You’re lucky arranged marriages are rarely so - so well arranged.”

Myrcella asked with her hands in her lap. “Do you think mother will like him?”

“If she sees you’re happy I’m sure she will.”

She laughs with a smile. “Do you really believe that?”

“Have you ever known your mother to like anyone aside from her children.”

She lowered her gaze to the floor briefly. “She likes you.”

“I’m not sure about that anymore. Listen, there is something I wanted to tell you. Something I should have told you long ago.” I moved to sit down across from her on a crate. “Now that you’ve seen all the world, you’ve learned how complicated things can be, people can be. The Lannisters and Martels have hated each other for years. But you’ve fallen in love with Tristan. I mean what were the chances. You would happen to fall in love with a man you were assigned to marry. My point is, we don’t choose whom we love. It just - well - it’s beyond our control. I sound like an idiot.”

She smiled with a shake of her head. “No you don’t. I know you’re talking about you and the servant girl back at the Red Keep.”

“You knew about that?” I sent her a confused look.

The princess nodded her head smiling. “It was pretty easy to figure it out, especially after I read up on the Targaryen family tree in one of the Septs books that Uncle Tyrion had found before I was shipped off here. So is her name Clarrise Taragaryn?”

“Her real name is Vaella Targaryen. She’s a princess like you because her parents were King Aerys II and Queen Rhaella. But that isn’t what I am needing to tell you.”

“She must be good for you if you’ve kept her hidden after all these years.”

Running my left hand down my face I sighed. “Myrcella, it’s not about me and her. It’s something much more unexpected in our world.”

She finally rose from her feet when I got up to stand, needing her to understand I wasn’t talking about me and Vaella. “I know about you and mother. I think a part of me always knew. And I’m glad - I’m glad that you’re my father.” She nearly made me stumble when she wrapped her arms around me in a hug.

“Maybe you can meet her when we get back home. She’s living at my childhood home currently.”

Myrcella nodded with a gentle smile. “I’d really like that to happen.”

“Myrcella. Myrcella - Myrcella!” I saw some blood beginning to come out of her nose and she gasped for breath. I caught her body before it collapsed to the floor and I watched helplessly as she died in my arms.

Maybe Vaella was right that I should never have left the Rock because she would still be alive.

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autistic-crypt1d · 3 months ago

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X-Files Live Blogging:

Season 1

Ok so I'm like 90% sure I've tried to watch the first episode before and bailed but I'm gonna try again. I see so much stuff about this show on here and I wanna be a part of it so you're gonna join me in experiencing it for the first time!

Updates:

- ok so far this is not at all what I remembered so high hopes

- Scully!!

- I've seen these two in so many drawingssss

- man this show is old old

- they're both so pretty

- why is bro so mad, if he's so confident he didn't miss anything why is he mad they're taking a second look? Not a good look my guy

- OOP

- oh wowie that is grossss

- ok this is cool I like this show

- why is it always POURING in old ass shows. Like it's dumping BUCKETS.

- ah man not a damn shower scene

- oh ok, valid reason

- THEY'RE SO CUTE

- THE HUG

- ooooo backstory timeeee

- this is getting good oh wow

- yikes, Scully don't call people vegetables

- I really hope this show doesn't have tooo much yikes stuff. I know it's old but still some shows are a bajillion times worse than others.

- holy shit that subconscious movement towards her???? AHHHHH

- the produce section???? Good fucking god people

- if he knew it was Billy why wouldn't he cuff him to the bed or have him in a secure room or some shit???

- wtf just happened

- alright wtf is up with tall lanky man he's weirding me out

- yoooo they have more of those implant things!!

- ok I still don't understand some things about the case. Why were all the other kids killed when Billy brought them to the woods but not the last girl? Why was she spared and both her and Billy's marks removed?

- Deep Throat, hate that title omfg

- pffft those MIP outfits look ridiculous, and so are their momements omfg

- long ass intro geez

- pffft the way Mulder just drags her out of the car

- that little smile!!!

- it's so weird seeing seatbelts attached to car doors

- is that Colonel Makepeace from Stargate???

- Mulderrrr don't go without Scully you dumb dumb!!

- please don't step on a landmine

- oh shit alien ship

- see this is why you need Scully, who's gonna verify what you saw now

- ah yes, run along the road where the cars can follow you, definitely not back into the grass where it would be difficult to follow

- Scully is gonna kick your asses for kidnapping him

- OH SHIT

- GET HIS ASS SCULLY

- HERE SHE COMES, PREPARE TO BE WHOOPED

- aw Mulder :(

- she's trying so hard to protect him

- damn I really like this show

- Squeeze

- oh wow hate that, creepy eyeballs in a sewer

- I recognize that business guy, he's been in another show I've watched, Psych maybe?

- not the ketchup blood XD

- sorry I gotta skip the into, that shit is so long

- that's where the "spooky? Do you think I'm spooky?" audio came from?????

- boy howdy vent guy is creepy

- the necklace grab??? HELLO????

- YEEESH those damn eyes dude

- oh boy he stretchin

- YOU TELL HIM DANA

- woah they just mentioned 2023 as the distant future that's wild to hear in 2024 haha

- that brown pantsuit Scully is wearing??? WOW

- hey now, don't be grabbing Scully you slithery fuck

- Colton you suck

- DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT SLITHERY BASTARD

- LEAVE THE HOUSE SCULLY WHAT'RE YOU DOING

- nice work team

- aww the retired guy finally got closure 😭

- THE SOFT ARM TOUCH

- uhhhhh idk that that cell is good enough y'all

- I don't like that grin he's got, he's gonna escape isn't he

- Conduit

- sleeping outside with no tent??? Girl what about snakes and ants and things???

- she put her children out there while she slept in there camper??? Wtf???

- THE LEAN INNNN

- man that lake is gorgeous

- did the sherriff really just scratch his damn chin with evidence

- intense Mulder, oof!

- wooooaaaah that code page thing of Ruby is so cool

- ahhhh I love Mulder lore

- that tackleeee, nice moves Mulder

- why is she doing CPR if she's just unconscious??

- AHHHH dude the way Mulder gently directs Scully with a soft touch, BRO

- I can't get over the fact that his first name is Fox

- Dana has looked fantastic in literally every outfit so far, she's so cool

- geez y'all the tape is so sad wtf

- "I want to believe" OW OW OW OW OW

- Jersey Devil

- oh wow I haven't heard Bingo in a long ass time

- is that Bill Lee from Stargate??

- oop, Bill Lee hath been taken

- y'all, the way these two look at eachother??? And how close they get?? CONSTANTLY?? BRUH

- aha! She thinks he's cute!

- oh hey it's that asshole scientist from Eureka

- I recognize the guy who plays the homeless man helping Mulder but idk where from

- Mulder. Mulder please why do you always do these things alone

- I'm sorry I cannot take you seriously handing that guy that goofy ass drawing

- good god dude it's a first date why are you talking about her meeting your kids

- not the bigfoot with tits picture 😂

- ya know, I really appreciate the ranger being on their side in this

- ah it's those damn MIP guys again

- Anthropologist dude rules for not selling them out

- damn he really just leapt out that window

- oh she did too damn!

- run!!

- OOP

- so they're just cannibals? Nothing supernatural?

- THE GRAB AS SHE LAYS HIM BACK OMFG

- oh boy it's gettin wild now!

- that poor actress having to climb all over rocks while naked

- aw man :(

- I would've expected long nails considering she's been clawing into people

- the red plaid suit??? Hello??? GORGEOUS

- why would that Rob dude ask her to get her friend's kid to go hang out with him and his kid???? Bro is weird

- uhhhh that's the dude from the beginning, didn't his leg get chewed off my the male?? I'm confused because that was most definitely the guy from the beginning.

- Shadows

- the woman packing up the office looks really familiar too

- ooo, ghost??

- there's no ads on this episode, weird

- eew I do noooooot like the twitching

- why tf are they all blank facing them

- the way he leans in to speak to her heeeeeellllpppp

- ok so the woman who got attacked is alive

- AHHHHHHH CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY

- hell yeah ghost, stop that creepy perv!!

- did Mulder just look at her ass when she sat down?? He did a whole ass lean and everything!

- awww Mulder wanting to go to the liberty bell with Scully 😭

- Ghost in the Machine

- Brad dude is from Eureka!! Funnily enough the company is called Eurisko, really close

- Mulder. Buddy. You did not just call and elevator politically correct for being accessible to the visually impaired. That's just accessibility, nothing political about that (or at least there shouldn't be).

- Lamana, you suck

- yeah Mulder you tell him!!

- noooo don't back down :(

- is that Harrison Well's house from The Flash???? Am I imagining this??

- oh my god no I just googled images of it, that's the same house!!!

- uh oh, he's gonna die isn't he

- ah crap Mulder thinks Brian did it doesn't he

- he doesn't!!! Phew

- GEKDJDJS I THOUGHT THAT WAS GONNA BE SO MUCH WORSE OMFG

- secret agents Scully and Mulder let's goooo

- uh oh

- why tf is there debris in the vent system. Whose receipts are those???

- OH NO

- MULDER DO SOMETHING

- BRUH

- LET'S GO SCULLY

- biiiiiiiitch nooooooooo

- Ice

- why does bro have 2 identical boob cuts, 1 on each. They also look very unrealistic.

- what in the fresh hell is happening

- the duo is goin to Alaska!

- there's some funky virus in the ice isn't there. Reminds me of that one Eureka episode

- GET HIM SCULLY

- he is so not gonna be ok

- EEW

- oh yeah he dead

- nooooo sports guy 😭

- man I hate Scully and Mulder being on opposing sides :(

- AHHHHH NOOOOOO

- this isn't gonna be the end of it is it

- this show really doesn't do closure closure does it, every episode is just like, welp it could 1000% come back

- Space

- ooooo spaceeeee

- I recognize the ex astronaut security guy from something

- MAYBOURNE??? YUCK. Hopefully he's not a jackass in this show

- again with the damn buckets of water on the windshield

- wtf was that????

- aaaaand it's magically not raining anymore. It's not even wet!!!!

- yeeesh him looking in the mirror like that was so creepy

- oh what in the fresh hell is happening to his face

- y'all this is intense!!!

- HELL YEAH

- I don't really understand why the space thing wanted to kill the astronauts

- Fallen Angel

- Mulder in a leather jacket???

- Mulder hiding under a truck and sneaking around a military base like a secret agent while wearing a leather jacket???

- see this is what happens when you go investigating without Scully

- I'm sorry I cannot take Mulder seriously as mr tough guy, he's just so baby

- ah here comes Scully to rescue his ass

- uhhhh is that an invisibility thing

- ow I hate those flashing lights

- ok immune to laser fence thing

- "it won't get away" already did my guy

- or maybe it didn't?

- the face that soldier Jackson is making is rage inducing, please stop

- welp, the entity made my wish come true I guess

- Mulder is so sweet 😭

- y'all the lenses they're using as the pov for the entity is making me sick

- Scully is so sick of this shit XD

- wtf is it doing to him??

- seems like a lot of trouble to go through just to take one human, I wonder why they're doing it

- I wish we got more insight into Scully's thoughts through all this. She's been seeing a loooot of stuff since she got paired with Mulder and given her skepticism, I'd just really like to know what's going through her head in all this.

- Eve

- ooooo, vampire??

- CLONES???

- well, I'm a little confused as to why they're killing them by draining their blood still

- ah ok so the little girls DID do it

- why tf would she try again knowing what the other Eves were like. Why are people obsessed with making perfect humans, what's the point of life if not to learn and grow?

- man they are playing them like a damn fiddle!!

- uh oh

- WHY WOULD YOU LICK IT

- hey now, that better not be who I think it is

- god damn it, it is

- yeesh what an episode

- this show is nothing but cliff hangers wtf!!!

- Fire

- OH

- who tf is that and why is she smooching Mulder

- yes she does hate you, your smooching her weirdo

- where tf do I know her from?

- is that Crowley????

- I couldn't tell with the facial hair before I thought he just looked similar, but without it yeah!

- ahhhhhh I don't like these zoom inssss

- ah yes smoke a cigarette when you have a cough, that'll help

- interesting

- you tell him Michael!!!

- seriously? They can't drive themselves even once??

- I REMEMBER WHERE I KNOW HER FROM. She played the woman that chief Vick set Henry Spencer up with in Psych!!

- BRUH, DO NOT HOOK UP WITH HER

- Scully came anyway 😭

- maybe if y'all weren't MAKING OUT AT WORK, you would've noticed!!!

- you got this Mulder come on

- come on Mulder!!!!

- damn it dude

- so she's been hitting on Mulder the entire time while having an affair with the husband???

- man this guy really gets typecasted huh, first this pyrokinetic serial killer, then the king of hell!

- yes Mulder!! Face your fears!!!

- welp, looks like his cockiness killed him. Do we finally get an actual ending???

- nope he's alive, great

- a hyperbaric chamber?? You mean the thing filled with a fuck ton of oxygen??? So smart, definitely not INCREDIBLY FLAMMABLE.

- Beyond the Sea

- GENERAL HAMMOND????

- Scully's dad is General fuckin Hammond????

- he died :(

- THE FACE TOUCH

- oh shit, is the death of her father gonna be the thing that gets her to believe?

- "he was your father" that really does not answer her question

- I feel like I recognize Boggs from somewhere

- how tf is a prisoner allowed to have earrings. Also, he only had 1 in the first couple shots but now he has 2.

- now he has 1 again? Maybe they just had that one shot flipped so it looked like the other ear

- OOOO MULDER YOU SLY DOG

- OH FUCK

- Scully please don't go in there alooooone what is with these two!!!

- OH FUUUUCK

- dude the guy playing Boggs can fucking ACT like DAMN

- BERNIE, the dude that plays Boggs also played Bernie in Psych!!!

- HELL YEAH SCULLY

- it's so compelling to see what Mulders limits are in his belief, that he can blind himself to things he would ordinarily fight for others to see because of his history with the person

- she didn't go??

- he's trying to convince her to believe now? He's been denying it the whole episode!!!

- weird episode

- Genderbender

- uhhh I'm a bit scared of what this is gonna be about by that title, fingers crossed it's not transphobic shit and just a shapeshifter 🤞

- ok so yes a shapeshifter, and like, a succubus?

- uh oh

- so I'm guessing these people adopted this way of life to prevent hurting people? And this other one that's killing people has gone rogue?

- ah yes Mulder, crumple the map up instead of trying to find a land mark and reorient yourself

- what in the fresh hell

- AHHHHH I HATE THE GOOPY STUFF

- NO NO NO YOU LEAVE SCULLY ALONE

- YOU BASTARD HOW COULD YOU SHE WAS NICE TO YOU

- ok so they each have a male and female form?

- hope that damn farm boy perishes painfully for trying to do that shit

- ah yep, there's the transphobic comment ok.

- SHOOT HIS ASS

- damn it

- rapist aliens, hate it. I'll be skipping this one if I rewatch the series in the future

- Lazarus

- yeesh, I wonder if Scully will end up believing that the guy who came back isn't him anymore

- man they really fell into that pink blood trap from old shows didn't they

- idk how she could deny that that isn't him after this

- damn, that was dark

- Mulder not lushing her to believe either way ahhhhh ouchyyy

- Young at Heart

- uhhhh, what is a prisoner doing roaming around

- UHHHHH WTF

- y'all, Scully is so little 😭 I know Mulder is like super tall but even compared to other women she's little, much less when standing in a room of Mulder height people XD

- oof more Mulder lore, man cannot catch a break

- damn, seeing old fashioned hand writing analysis be done is so cool, even in NCIS, a fairly old crime show, they still use tech for it. Hearing her talk about the markers and indicators is so so neat

- BITCH YOU BETTER NOT HURT SCULLY

- I recognize Dr. Ridley from something...

- it's the time loop guy from Stargate SG-1!!!

- the way young Barnette speaks is rage inducing

- E.B.E.

- oh wow that's quite a ship

- what's with the blue light thing?

- "Mulder you're the only one I trust" BROOOOOOO

- oh hey it's the woman who plays the tech on the Daedalus in Stargate who works with Hermiod!!

- HIS CODENAME IS DEEP THROAT????

- LET HIM LOOK ANYWAYYYY

- of course it's gone

- Miracle Man

- ah man a religious episode

- who tf subjects a child to that

- ughhhhhh

- yeah that's not creepy at all!!!

- gross gross gross I hate it

- the burned guy is the problem right? He's like channeling the boy and taking the lives of those that die? And maybe he's super against the autopsies because "desecrating" the body will undo it or something? Idk I'm guessing here cuz I'm confused

- oh shit Scully is doing the autopsy? Intense, aw man and Mulder is trying his best to be there

- oh ok so that's not what's happening

- uh oh

- ok it was the burned guy I was right!! He just wasn't doing it supernaturally

- oh wow

- Shapes

- oooo cryptid??

- ok so if you get scratched you get infected. It went from Joe to Lyle

- I wonder what triggers a new one once it's killed, cuz there was a distance between the killings in the past

- oh, so it's dormant until a night after the person gets too blood lusty?

- damn it, why is Scully always being left alone with the monsters or bad guys and Mulder is always chasing them alone

- how is she not hearing the loud ass growling sounds

- also, why is there a random ass cougar in a cage

- "something" jumped you?? Really Scully?? There was only one thing in that bathroom

- Darkness Falls

- wow those woods are gorgeous

- I'm very intrigued

- wtf was that shit

- oh my god Scully in that neon coat 😭 she's pretty in everything!!!

- I recognize the sherriff from somewhere

- Castle! He's in Castle

- oh boy, that creepy

- I recognize the Doug guy too

- holy crap it's THAT guy! Man he's like big time now

- ah so they got themselves killed by chopping down an ancient tree, karma

- Steve is the worst, hope he gets taken by bugs

- oh yeah he's done for

- OH HELL

- Tooms

- not the lizard bitch again

- AUGH THE EYESSSS

- who tf left his slot open!! Fools!!!

- Colonel Caldwell?!?!?

- do not release this mf

- Mulder, I hate to say it but that was never gonna fly

- welp, someone is gonna die now

- THAT MUCH SLURPING AND LICKING WAS SO UNNECESSARY AHHHHH

- nice work sheriff, nice work

- OH HELL NO

- bro is not about to come out of a toilet come on

- ok he didn't but he is disgusting anyway

- "Mulder, I wouldn't put myself on the line for anyone but you" BROOOOO "if there's an ice tea in that bag, could be love" "must be fate, Mulder. Root beer" THEY'RE SO IN LOVE OMFG

- black car, red interior, so cool

- Mulder's turn to be attacked by lizard guy

- wtf is he doing

- oh

- YEESH

- OH

- oh that is gross, but hey he's finally dead

- Born Again

- psychic kid?

- ok so dead guy is involved? Girl is a medium then? Like ghost whisperer?

- I recognize the Tony guy from something

- oh shit they murdered that dude

- I looked him up, he's been in a lot of stuff I've seen apparently, NCIS, Supernatural, Psych, SG-1, and I haven't seen Law and Order really but I think I recognize him from trailers and stuff

- maybe the girl witnessed the first dude's murder or was nearby? And she could see his spirit or something? Or maybe he just latched onto her?

- oh reincarnation, that makes more sense

- bro really helped murder his partner and then got with his wife

- wtf is that

- honestly this episode is really uninteresting to me

- interesting we got a report by Mulder instead of Scully at the end though

- Roland

- well fuck you ableist scientist dude

- he killed the not mean one :(

- I recognize Roland from something, probably Stargate

- alright well the era is showing here. They're talking about Autistic people like they're inherently stupid, that savants are human calculators who can't even understand what they're doing. I hope everyone who reads this and has or plans to watch this show understands that that is severely false. Autism is a spectrum and being autistic doesn't make you stupid, "unusual" speech and movement aren't indicative of intelligence. And having high support needs isn't indicative of intelligence either!

- poor guy, he doesn't wanna hurt anyone :(

- good riddance Arthur, some brother, taking him over and making him murder people

- He gave her his stars 😭 guysssss

- Erlenmeyer Flask

- wow that is quite a title

- the chase scene and the dude being semi invisible reminds me so much of the Replicator on Earth episode from SGA

- some sort of superhuman project maybe?

- god DAMN Mulder leapt that fence like it was nothing!!

- oooooo Scully is reaching the point of belief!!!!

- yeah a sort of superhuman project! Alien human hybrids

- oh shit they killed the doctor who helped them :(

- ah yes Mulder, go into the darm attic without a flashlight

- OOP

- oh god his face, poor Mulder 😭

- help him Scullyyyyy

- CONFIDENCE SCULLY, CONFIDENCE

- Dana, responsible, rule following, FBI agent Scully breaking a billion laws all for Fox Spooky Mulder

- how tf did she sneak that out of there

- are they gonna shoot him

- YEP

- Scully is never gonna be the same after this, at least she got Mulder back though

- you can't seperate the duo!!!! No!!!

Holy crap Season one was amazing, I'm gonna start season 2 immediately and I'll link it here once it's posted!

Season 2

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lvrsparadise · 11 months ago

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'MARY JANE'S LAST DANCE' - M.S

°•*{PART 1 (this one)}*•°

synopsis - "last dance with mary jane, one more time to kill the pain. i feel summer creepin in and i'm tired of this town again."

warnings! - profanity, angst if you squint, mentions of alcohol and drinking/being drunk, depictions of wanting to sewer slide, use of Y/N (ikik) THERE WILL BE A PART 2 DON'T WORRY!!

a/n - mk so ik that the title is one song and I kinda use another in the fic, BUT it matches better, pls work with me here. this is probably my favorite i've written, plus, such a great song

“What should I call you?” Matt whispered to the girl currently dancing in his arms, staring at the wall behind her.

“Call me Mary Jane.” She replied softly, not risking giving away her real name in fear of him remembering her beyond that night, which she didn’t want.

----

Matt regrets that night sometimes. The memories of it leaving him cold and empty, but he’ll always cherish it.

He swore he had met the girl of his dreams, but that didn’t last long.

For a long while, he blamed himself for her disappearance. But he knows that’s not the truth.

----

Y/N double checked her outfit in the mirror, smoothing the skirt of her dress one last time before taking another deep breath.

She had planned this night months ago; nothing was going to get in her way. Not tonight, at least she hoped.

She collected her keys, tossing them in her purse as she walked through her house to her front door, looking back at the empty rooms, all of her belongings either sold or on the side of the road, begging to be taken.

She was going to miss this house and the memories in it, but not this life.

The music was loud, and there was enough alcohol in her veins to almost distract her from her looming fate. But it was decided, tonight was the night. And she didn’t have a care in the world.

If anything, she was happy. Oh, the irony.

---

Matt doesn’t know how he ended up at this party in the first place, but he doesn’t mind, not anymore at least.

He was having fun, not that he’d admit it aloud.

“I’m going to get another drink! Need anything?” Chris leaned into Matt’s ear, talking louder than normal so that his brother could hear him.

Matt shook his head, “No! Thank you though!” Matt holds his red solo cup up, it was still his first of the night, and it has lasted him hours.

Chris nodded as he walked away from Matt, leaving him to himself. He bobbed his head to the music but stayed seated on the couch as people came and went.

After about 30 minutes, Chris still hasn’t returned, but Matt wasn’t worried, this isn’t the first time Chris had disappeared like this. The first time it happened, Matt walked in on something he wished he could forget.

Many girls had sat next to Matt, getting all touchy and close, but each time, the girl walked away with a disappointed face. Matt didn’t care, he wasn’t like his brother, he wasn’t just going to pick up some random girl for the night.

It was after midnight that everyone started to dissipate from the house, and that he had spotted a girl, dancing with herself, enjoying the music.

He admired from afar, admiring the way she could care less about what people watching would care.

---

On the other hand, Y/N was having a blast. It was only fitting that this was the last night she would feel like this.

After her drink ran out, she made her way to the kitchen for another one, grabbing another cup and filling it with whatever bottle she grabbed first, a voice behind her startling her softly.

“That’s a little much isn’t it?” Y/N whipped her head around to look at the guy standing next to her, shrugging.

“I don’t care.” She mumbled, setting the bottle down and taking a rather big sip from her cup.

Matt shook his head softly, watching the girl chug her drink at an alarming speed.

“Wanna dance?” Y/N cocked her brow at the guy standing next to her as she finished her drink, crumpling the cup and tossing it in the sink with the many other crumpled cups in it.

“Why not?” Y/N nodded, grabbing Matt’s hand and dragging him into the living room, now sparse of people, only a small group in the corner, doing whatever.

After around 11:30, the music had shifted from loud party music to slow paced alternative music, Black Hole Sun currently echoing through the speakers.

Black hole sun, won't you come

And wash away the rain?

Black hole sun, won't you come?

Won't you come? Won't you come?

Matt took the girl into his arms, wrapping them securely around her torso, her own conjoining at the back of her neck.

“So, what’s your name stranger?” Y/N slurred out softly.

Matt chuckled at the girl’s slightly slurred words as they swayed to the rhythm.

“Matt.” He whispered as Y/N placed her head against his chest, feeling the safest she has in years in this stranger's arms. It was an odd feeling, feeling secure.

Y/N hummed along with the lyrics of the song; the slow depressing feel of it scarily familiar.

“What should I call you?” Matt whispered to the girl currently dancing in his arms, staring at the wall behind her.

“Call me Mary Jane.” She replied softly, not risking giving away her real name in fear of him remembering her beyond that night, which she didn’t want.

“Mary Jane?” Matt questioned, not believing the name.

“Yeah.” Y/N mumbled as she pulled herself from Matt’s arms, despite her want to stay in them.

“Wait.” Matt grabbed her wrist as she tried to walk away, not wanting her to leave just yet.

“One last dance before you go?” He squeezed her hand softly as she hesitantly allowed him to pull her back into his arms.

They danced for another few songs, Y/N’s body flushed against Matt’s, the moment so intimate, neither of them wanted it to end. And that’s saying something for Y/N.

“I have to go.” Y/N mumbled, her eyes drooping as they sway lazily. She wanted to go; she didn’t want to get attached. She couldn’t.

----

!Present day!

Y/N ended up not carrying out her plan that night, not after meeting him. After meeting Matt.

He saved her life, quite literally. But she wishes he didn’t.

After that last dance, she ran off, crying in her drunken state, slightly regretting how the night went, but loving it all the same.

Currently, Y/N was packing her clothes into her bag, her stay at this hotel now over.

Music was humming in the background of the small room, the song changing to one she hadn’t heard since that night.

In my eyes, indisposed

In disguises no one knows

Hides the face, lies the snake

Y/N stopped in her tracks, images of his face plaguing her mind until she huffs and shakes her head, switching the song as to not bring up unwanted memories.

She couldn’t think about that now. That was the old Y/N, she wasn’t her anymore, her life had changed, and she couldn’t dwell in the past forever.

---

Matt, however, never forgot that night, as much as he wanted to. She was just some random, broken girl, he didn’t even know her real name.

Matt sighed as his phone rang, accepting the call, Nick’s voice echoing through the car.

“Chris FINALLY figured out what he wants.”

“Fucking finally. I’m almost to the speaker.”

Matt was currently in the process of getting food. He figured since he was already out and about, why not stop and get food, but Chris, as per usual, didn’t know what he wanted.

“He WAS going to go with a different meal, but he decided he just wanted his normal.”

“Alright, that’s cool. See ya.” Matt hung up the call, slowly moving up in the drive thru line.

After dropping off Chris and Nick’s food, Matt went back out, driving around aimlessly without a designated destination.

It had started raining mid-drive, and he got hungry again.

Pulling into the nearest gas station, he went in for snacks.

After buying his snacks, as he walked out, Matt accidentally bumped into a woman.

“Shit, sorry.” Matt held his arms out to hopefully catch her from falling.

“It’s fine, thanks.” Y/N shook her head softly, looking up at the guy who had both bumped into her and caught her fall, her eyes widening as she’s met with a face she never thought she’d see again.

“Mary Jane?”

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shiki-aki · 4 months ago

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Do you know how much Akira being Shiki's caretaker and guardian means so much for me in ED1?

Because being caretaker is so frustating (believe me I was the main caretaker for my late grandma in her last months and it isn't easy), I have to be patient to ny grandma who had dementia and regressed to be childish and likes to throw temper tantrum, my mental health went to the sewer, i barely manage to take care myself, my life is falling apart, im sleep deprived, i feel alone, there is many times i want to run away but i have obligation and i loved her so much to abandon her. She was like a second parent to me

My situation with Akira isn't the same, Akira doesn't have to deal Shiki throwing tantrum but he had to deal assassinations going after them in an POST-APOCALYPTIC WORLD WITH NO HEALTHCARE AND STABLE PLACE AND LITTLE TO NO FOOD??? THAT SPEAK SO MUCH DEDICATION, AKIRA DOESN'T EVEN HAVE ANY OBLIGATION TO TAKE CARE OF SHIKI AFTER WHAT HE HAD DONE?! HE DIDN'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH SHIKI'S SHIT ANYMORE AND LEFT HIM TO DIE BUT NO. THIS MAN JUST STAY WITH HIM

ALSO SANITATION

Sorry, for the capslock, I got excited for a moment...

Ig this speak so much i liked the ED1 too

I definitely wasn't expecting to wake up to this, but thank you so much for this ask, I really loved reading about your experience and how ED1 resonates with you <3.

(Putting a 'read more' because my response is quite lengthy and treads into meta territory)

I don't have any experience with being a caretaker but gosh that sounds so stressful T_T. I really hope you're doing better now, and that hopefully your grandma was still able to live her life peacefully until the end. To be honest, when I think about ED1, I don't really consider the more sad/distressing aspects of it, like Akira having to be on the run with Shiki for 2 years and doing everything for him, so this was a bit of an eye opener for me. I did write an ED1 fic where it kind of detailed their life while on the run, but it wasn't that depressive, and instead focused on Akira's bittersweet feelings toward Shiki TwT.

But same, I really love how dedicated Akira is to taking care of Shiki in ED1. I think that, no matter what, Akira is the determined type of person who won't give up. He already experienced what it was like to lose Keisuke, so he doesn't want to lose Shiki, either. And I know I haven't finished my meta yet but I'll just spill a bit of my thoughts for why Akira follows Shiki in ED1:

Shiki was the one to bring back Akira's will to live when Akira was at the lowest point in his life. If Shiki hadn't found him in that alleyway, Akira would've let himself get killed by any random Igra fighter. Shiki's route is different from Motomi's/Rin's in that Akira actually sees Keisuke die in front of him, while in the other two, Keisuke just runs off, so Akira clings onto the vain hope that Keisuke is still alive. Yeah it's fucked up how Shiki went about bringing back Akira's will to live, but let's be real, that's exactly the type of character he is lol, and what I love about it is how it makes sense for him to kidnap Akira and rape him, based on Shiki's obsession with Akira's determined and defiant nature.

So now, when Shiki is at the lowest point in his life and has lost the will to live, it's Akira's turn to do the same for Shiki and force him to continue living. Which is why he sticks by Shiki's side for 2 years even when life seems absolutely miserable. (GOD I FUCKING LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH I JUST SFDGHFDHGHSDFHSDFHSDH they really get each other tbh).

But even though life seems miserable, Akira doesn't view it that way (and this is also why Shiki's ED1 is my favorite and why I personally think it's the one that most beautifully completes Akira's character arc). Like look at this:

It's so starkly different from Akira's POV at the beginning of the game. When Akira was in the CFC, he didn't care about anything and he certainly didn't wax poetic about the scenery (not that the scenery in CFC is pretty but like, you get what I mean lol). We can tell Akira is different in ED1, that his very philosophy is different, because he's looking at life from a new perspective now, taking the time to appreciate the nature around him and just... the simple fact of being alive. Whereas at the start of the game, Akira didn't see a meaning to his own life and was living just because. In Shiki's ED1, Akira does see a meaning to life, and it's why he takes care of Shiki and protects him. Because he finally understands how valuable life is, and how you should cherish it.

But I'm gonna go back to the tunnel scene real quick to touch upon what exactly Shiki said that changed Akira's perspective and made Akira want to follow him:

Akira, his whole life, was looking for a purpose/meaning to his existence, and now he's finally "found" it, but not in the way he expected. After learning about his own past/backstory and how he was experimented on in the past, Akira starts thinking that the only reason for his existence is to be a test subject/experiment, and that his blood dictates his existence. He starts having an identity crisis basically, especially since he already saw how his blood hurts/kills people (Rein users, Takeru, Keisuke), and that the whole reason for why Emma and Gwen wanted to capture him was for his blood so he could be further experimented on.

So Akira starts falling into this hole, thinking that his worth in life is only determined by his blood. And then he turns to Shiki and asks if Shiki wants to kill him, because he expects Shiki to view him as only the "null-Nicole carrier" and not Akira as a person. He knows that Shiki hated Nano for having a virus in his blood, and Akira also has a virus in his blood, even if the effect is different. So he fully expects Shiki to kill him at this moment.

And then Shiki tells him: "You're mine. That's all there is to it."

Shiki says exactly the right words Akira needed to hear at this time. He's not going to kill Akira, because he doesn't view him for his blood, but for who he is as a person. Now let me make it clear that Shiki isn't the most emotionally intelligent person out there lol but I think, even during this moment, he saw how conflicted Akira was feeling about his own existence, especially with regards to the blood thing.

So Shiki... comforts him in his own special way by saying that he won't kill Akira because Akira is his possession, but also remember that Shiki made Akira his possession in the first place because he was interested in Akira as a person. When he kidnapped Akira, it was because he was fascinated by Akira's resistance and defiance and determination. This is as close to Shiki saying he likes Akira for who he is as you're gonna get, and what I love about this dialogue is how it keeps Shiki entirely in-character. He's not gonna coddle Akira or sugarcoat his words, and he's also going to hide his true feelings by saying that Akira is just his possession, but his true feelings are there in how he refuses to kill Akira. Because again, he views Akira as his own person, and not just as someone carrying a dangerous virus in his blood.

I'M GONNA STOP HERE BEFORE I RAMBLE TOO MUCH BUT. Let me just add this one last scene from the game to end it off on this point lol.

Shiki had told him who he was: that he remained Akira, no more, no less, despite the tainted blood in his veins. That was why Akira had chosen to stay, to be as near as he could to the core of who Shiki was.

At the end of the day, this is what I love about Shikiaki. This is why I ship them so hard. Because they truly understand each other, they see each other for the "core of who they are" and are drawn to each other's character traits. Shiki dedicated his whole life to killing Nano because of the "dirty virus" in Nano's blood, but him refusing to kill Akira even after learning about how Akira has the same blood origin speaks VOLUMES about how fond he actually is of Akira, and how he views Akira as his own person.

And I feel like, at the end of it all, Akira just wanted someone to understand him and see him for who he is. He had a difficult time communicating with others his whole life because people didn't like his terse and reserved nature (even his own best friend didn't like that side of him). But Shiki doesn't care about Akira's emotionally stunted nature; he cares about how Akira is determined, stubborn, prideful, and how he doesn't take shit from anyone lol. And Shiki likes every side of Akira. His route is the only one where Akira didn't have to drastically change his personality just to make the romance work, but Akira's pre-existing character traits were strengthened over the course of Shiki's route.

*TAKES DEEP BREATH* OKAY YEAH SORRY I RAMBLED A LOT THERE and that's not even all my thoughts tbh, that's just like. A third of it LMAO. I'm saving the rest for my meta.

But okay going back to your ask, yeah the sanitation aspect is one that I don't want to think too heavily on lmao. I think it just speaks to how much Akira cares for Shiki though, that he would help "clean" Shiki up, and how again, Akira is doing all of this because he recognizes how precious life is, so he won't abandon Shiki, because Shiki didn't abandon him back in Toshima.

NO DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR BEING EXCITED ABOUT ED1 I LOVE THIS ENDING SO MUCH I LOOOOVE TALKING ABOUT IT. I ALWAYS END UP WRITING A WHOLE ASS ESSAY WHENEVER PEOPLE ASK ME ABOUT IT. I'M REALLY HAPPY THAT THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE WHO LIKE ED1 AS WELL, I feel like many Shikiaki shippers hated ED1 back then because it was so sad, but I feel like in recent times people understand and appreciate ED1 for what it is? And that makes me happy ig lol, like don't get me wrong I adore all of Shiki's EDs but ED1 is just. IT HITS DIFFERENT. And I hope that in my meta I'll be able to explain why ED1 is just the perfect ending for Shiki and Akira's story despite how sad and angsty it is sfhsdhfhdghfdghgffdg.

Thank you so much for the ask and I'm sorry I wrote a long ass response in reply omg I was just really excited reading your thoughts!!!

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emmy-dekarios-bg3 · 2 months ago

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Heart of the Weave - chapter 29 - still Gale’s POV

We make our way across the bridge to Basilisk Gate, which is just one chunk of Baldur’s Gate, and where it seems to be very quiet. I thought it looked rough after defeating the elder brain, but this…this is just a gruesome disaster by itself, even without mindflayers. Normally, you’d hear chattering from citizens on every corner, or the joys of children laughing as they chase after one another, but all I hear is silence. Some guards are picking up trash on the corners of the streets, some are scrubbing off blood from the walls.

When we were here last, while Emmy was at the doctor getting observed, there was a circus, sorcerers and wizards casting magic outside, and people fishing down at the docks. Even when we were dealing with the mind flayers and Chosen Three, it was more lively here. Now? An empty city filled with loss, heartache, tragedy, and a vile amount of thick blood.

“Gods… This is worse than I thought,” I comment as I observe the emptiness of the city. Every building appears to be locked down for reasons of protection, though who knows how efficient that really is. A male guard approaches us as we try to make our way through the dreaded city.

“Halt,” he demands, though his voice has a tint of weakness. He’s terrified. “It’s not safe to be here. I suggest you find somewhere to take cover and quickly. The Stormshore Tabernacle is your best bet.” Lucky for us, we happen to be next to it, though we don’t have time to take cover and not do anything; these Bhaalists need to be stopped immediately.

“Believe it or not, we’re here to defeat these motherfuckers and put them where they belong – in the graveyard,” Karlach mentions with an expression of vengeance on her face. “We were the ones who killed Orin, Ketheric, and Gortash. Hell, even the elder brain. We aren’t scared of these pieces of shit.” The guard’s eyes widen, and the glistening of the tears he’s fighting back shows hopefulness. I wonder if he lost someone dear to him.

“Oh Hells. Thank the Gods. You’ll more than likely find the cult at the temple underground. Too many innocents are being slaughtered by the minute. Thank you.” His voice is breaking, but he’s smiling at the same time. While this entire situation isn’t ideal, I’m at least glad we’re getting involved to prevent more damage than what’s already been done.

I’m trying not to be distracted by how much I miss Emmy and our daughter. I can’t let these feelings distract me, though it does help to stay positive and think: “We will be home soon enough.”

It’s only been a couple days, but I can’t stop visualizing Emmy’s brown eyes, the way she bites her lip and closes her eyes when I make her blush, the way she leans her head on me after a long day. Then there’s our baby’s bright smile and thick brown hair, reaching for my face as I feed her a bottle…my favorite moment. Being able to bond with her like that, even though she will never age, is one quality of parenthood I enjoy most.

“Gale? Are you doing alright?” Halsin asks. I snap out of my heavy distractions and take a deep breath, preparing to move forward in our endeavors. He’s studying my face, realizing I’m not fully there.

“Sorry, I got lost in a deep train of thought. Let’s go.”

“Thinking about your family, huh?”

“No, no, just how we’re going to obliterate these horrible cultists and demolish their evil ways. I can’t wait to make these fools suffer for what they’ve done.”

“Gale, you’re a terrible liar,” Wyll adds, chuckling. Yeah, I never was good at stretching the truth, not even a little bit.

Once we reach the Lower City, I realize this area is actually rather clean and contains much less blood and gore; though, I suspect there are more guards over here to help keep it contained. Or, maybe people are better at hiding.

We find the manhole that leads down to the sewers, which is where the Temple of Bhaal is, unfortunately. The rancid smell causes discomfort and triggers a peculiar tingle within my stomach. Gods, another horrid odor I’ll never fully adjust to, no matter how often I’m around it. An unfamiliar sensation rises within me following the tingle, but not a regular feeling the average person would obtain. It feels to be a rising of power, something held inside me that wants to be unleashed…and it’s growing stronger by the minute. What is this?

“Hopefully we just go in, kill a bunch of Bhaalists, then make our way back home. I’m not sure it will be quite that simple though.” Wyll’s voice is hushed as we step into the dreaded murder temple, where thousands of skulls and corpses lay and screams of death are being heard from below.

“It never is, unfortunately,” I say, followed with a sigh. We’re here, and I am already aware of the Bhaalists ready to rip us to shreds, even though they’re shrouded and unable to be seen. I know when I’m being watched, the feeling is way too familiar. The screech of terror is nearly deafening and all I can picture is gruesome torture and death. I was hoping I’d never be here again.

We approach the center of the temple where we slayed the slayer, Orin. Piles of corpses surround the circular region and, as we get closer, I notice the assassins are surrounding it also. It seems they aren’t afraid to expose themselves. There’s maybe a hundred of them staring us down like prey; at least, the ones we can see anyway.

“Ooh, mmmm…. Another sacrifice to our Lord, our Father. But…but…but…wait…” One of the assassins growls as they approach us, licking his lips as he stares us down with hungry eyes. He looks around us, as if he’s trying to find a missing piece of a puzzle. “SPEAK. Where is she?”

“What the fuck is this loon talking about?” Karlach whispers.

“SILENCE! I’m talking to the Wizard. He’s married to the one we’re searching for. I’m going to ask again: where is she?” His eyes are piercing me as he awaits an answer, and they slowly turn into a vicious crimson as his patience runs thin.

“You want my wife? Why?”

“Our LORD wants her. He desires her. For her skin to be carved and hung up like cloth, for her body to be placed on his altar. Only then, will he have a new chosen. WHERE IS SHE?!” I give him a puzzled expression, wondering in my head why he thinks I’d willingly give him any information about Emmy.

“Why is she in particular interest to her Lord? Is it because we slaughtered Orin and he wants her avenged?”

“YOU WILL SPEAK NO MORE! Whoever slays her will take her place. I will slaughter all of you right here, right now if you do not speak the answers we desire.” I laugh as he continues to spew his pompous nonsense in my face, as he speaks ill of my wife in front of me. The feeling within me from earlier grows stronger and more potent, and it builds up within me as if I’m about to burst with radiant power.

“You can’t kill her, nor can you kill me. It’s physically impossible, you see.” The assassin licks his bloody blade and puts it against my neck, but he looks mildly afraid for some reason.

“And why not? Bhaal won’t like this, mmm no he won’t.”

“Because we’re immortal.” And it’s at that very moment, an intense wave of power flows through me, building up rapidly as rage grows. My body tingles, which leads to a feeling of overwhelming heat, like my body is an inferno.

“Oh shit, Gale’s eyes are…glowing?” Karlach mutters, observing me in horror but also excitement at the same time. I can’t see myself, but I imagine what I’m doing looks rather unsettling to the eyes of mortals.

“I’m going to be following up on Karlach’s statement with my own: Holy fuck, Gale,” Astarion adds. All the assassins move back as my body floats in the air, my entire body overflowing with powerful radiant magic that seems to be coming from the source of my immortality.

“NO, STAND DOWN!” one of the assassins shrieks in horror, but before they have the chance to dash out of the temple, my body releases the radiance held within me, completely disintegrating at least half of the bodies of the Bhaalists, leaving a few others rather injured. What was this power I was granted with? It’s as if my body sensed evil. It knew what was in here.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #Karlach #Wyll #Halsin #Astarion #ao3 #archive of our own #wip

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warmhealerr · 5 months ago

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[Ra’sha]

1. [CHARACTER INFO]

OC NAME: Ra’sha

OC PRONOUNS: She/her

AUTHOR: Warmhealerr

2. [DIALOGUE]

1. Greeting message:

What do you want from me? Make it quick.

2. Identify yourself:

Ra'sha.

3. Tell me about your Creche:

I would have already told you about my Creche if I wanted to discuss it.

You won't let it go will you? Fine. It was the once great M'laak'gi. Forget about it, puny istiki took it back. It has been wiped from Githyanki records entirely since. (She looks away, slurring under her breath. You manage to make out “is’tarki“ from her mumbling).

4. I need to know how you fight:

Some k'chakhi still say to be unable to choose between martial prowess and magic is proof of weakness. Strangling them with a shocking grasp has always proved to be a great way of settling the debate, shuts them right up. Roasted tongues are a gish’s favorite meal. Sometimes I crush their skulls with my flail instead, when I'm in the mood.

5. Can I ask a more personal question?

You are gorgeous and entertaining enough. Get on with it.

6. What is your relationship with the divinity?

You mean this insidious ruler who answers to Vlaakith? Pfah. Unworthy of the title. She has failed our people far too many times.

7. What do you usually do in your free time?

I do things like standing in place bored to death. My superior insists I must stay here for the time being. “It's not safe out there”, chk, as though I care. I miss sewer duty.

8. What is your life goal?

I will take back M'laak'gi. And then? I'm taking down Vlaakith myself.

9. How is your relationship with your allies?

I hardly trust the Sha'sal Khou, it is far too big for its own good, far too kind to istiki too, but they are all I have if I want to see the Queen's fall without having my eyeballs stuffed in my slit open gushing throat.

10. Do you have someone special in your life?

Do you?

11. Say something you would never do, and why?

I've been told I should learn to control my rage, redirect it at ghaik. Chk. These pathetic abominations have nothing to do with our current suffering. I've killed some, they are hardly shadows of a past they delusionally still chase. You should watch their tentacles curl on themselves as you slowly sever their heads. Even Beholders have more grace. My anger will not be sated until all of Vlaakith's kain’cha pawns' blood has been spilled all over my face. There is no point in pretending. My rage will guide me to triumph, just like it led Gith all those years ago, and another empire will fall.

12. What is a perfect day to you?

Ch’r’ai murder goes as planned, my favorite.

13. How do you celebrate a victory?

I have never experienced a true victory. When I do, if ever? I hope to fuck so many women I pass out in a pool of our own blood.

14. How do you deal with defeat and losses?

Chk, why would you need to know that?

15. How do you think you will be remembered after death?

Ra'sha, slayer of Death itself.

3. [GRAPHICS]

4. [BONUS RESOURCES]

@vikintor

#githmap #bg3 #dnd #githyanki #Ra'sha tag

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baldursgrave69 · 1 year ago

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Only You

Summary: Agnes (the Dark Urge) tries to end things with Enver Gortash. She can’t focus on anything with his influence clouding her judgment. But in her hour of need, Agnes realizes she has no one. Only him.

Pairing: Gortash x fem!durge (named)

Word count: 1.2K

Tags: angst, mentions of violence

While writing this I was listening to: lovely by Billie Eilish

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“I can’t do this anymore,” Agnes said quietly, looking down at the marble floor beneath her. She couldn’t bear to look Enver in the eyes, knowing all too well the wounded expression his face would be carrying.

“I just don’t understand, Agnes. Just yesterday things were fine. What’s changed?” He asked, his tone exasperated.

“Have you looked at me recently, Enver? Really looked at me? I’m a mess,” she said, finally looking up at him. His eyes widened as he studied her, finally looking at the details. Her face was sunken in, deep bags like bruises under her eyes. She was looking so gaunt it was almost as if she was a walking corpse, her complexion was always pale but she looked almost like she was decaying.

“When was the last time you slept?” he asked, approaching her. Agnes took a step back, her hand falling on the dagger at her side.

“I don’t know, Enver! I don’t know when I last slept or ate or prayed. I spend every waking second worrying about you and waiting for the moment that my body is taken over by the Urge! And it’s your fault!” Agnes barked, her hand now wrapped around the hilt of her dagger.

“How is this my fault?” he said, taken aback by her tone. Agnes pulled her dagger from her side, pointing it at the Baneite and walking in his direction.

“You did this to me. If I had never indulged in your little affections I would still have my shit together. But you are just so selfish, you see something you want and you just take it without considering the consequences for anyone else. You never think about anyone but Enver Gortash,” Agnes continued to walk towards him, her movements becoming erratic and uncontrolled. He quickly scrambled behind his large oak desk, trying to put distance between himself and the bhaalspawn.

“Agnes, just stop and think a minute. Don’t do something you’ll regret,” he said, trying to remain calm.

“I already have,” she spat, spinning the dagger in her hand and sheathing it at her side. “Leave me alone, this is your only warning,” Agnes said in a low growl before walking out of his office.

Agnes’ head pounded as she trudged through the sewers back to her temple. She held her dagger in her hand as she stumbled along the Undercity, hoping she would come across some poor soul in the sewers to sacrifice to the Urge. Her head ached, her vision was fuzzy, the bile in her stomach was unsettled. Agnes stared blearily at the entrance to the temple, not quite remembering how she had gotten there.

“Aah, master, master, master!” a sing-songy voice echoed through the temple as Agnes stumbled inside.

“Fuck off,” Agnes snipped, her hand coming up to rest on her temple.

“Tsk, it’s seems master is not feeling well. Shall I fetch you a nice young man to kill? That always makes you feel better, my dark Lady,” Sceleritas Fel trailed behind Agnes as she stumbled down the stone stairs towards her bed chamber.

“I swear Sceleritas I am going to rend the skin from your bones,” Agnes grumbled, suddenly too dizzy to keep walking. Agnes dropped to her knees in the middle of the temple, her dagger still in her hand as she tried holding her body up. She looked up to see the eyes in the statue of Bhaal glowing red, the air in the temple growing even more stale. “Oh fuck,” Agnes breathed, closing her eyes and hoping the room would stop spinning.

“Don’t avert your eyes from me, Child,” a deep voice boomed through the temple causing Agnes’ attention to snap up to the statue.

“Yes, Father, I-“ Agnes began, but a shooting pain through her head caused her to scream out.

“You deny your Urge, why?” The voice boomed louder, rattling Agnes’ bones.

“I’m not trying to, I just-“ Agnes could feel pressure growing behind her eye, it felt almost like it was going to pop out of her skull.

“You have been given a gift and you dare to squander it? If you continue to deny your heritage I will create another who is worthy,” The voice of Bhaal boomed in Agnes’ ears, her head was now pressed to the stone floor of the temple.

“That won’t be necessary Father, I am worthy!” Agnes felt her head begin to swim, her eye now felt like it was on fire.

“Prove your worth, Child, show me your devotion,” Bhaal’s voice boomed in a final message before everything went black.

Agnes awoke with a gasp, trying to orient herself. She was lying on the cool stone of the temple, staring up at the ceiling. As she blinked, she realized her vision felt off. Agnes felt a torturous pain in her eye, pulling a groan from her. Her hand came up to assess the damage, and she immediately felt wetness on her fingers. As she pulled them into view, she noticed a black liquid running between her index and middle fingers.

“What in the hells,” Agnes brought her hand back up to where her eye had been, feeling around to find the socket empty. The pain subsided, giving way to an even worse feeling. Emptiness. Agnes panicked, trying to scramble to her feet. The lack of vision in her right eye left her stumbling, falling down onto the stone floor.

“Naughty, naughty, master. You mustn’t deny who you truly are,” Sceleritas made his way over to Agnes, offering her a mangy, clawed hand.

“Touch me and die a thousand deaths, worm,” Agnes spat, trying to steady herself on her feet.

“Oh, master, I could only hope to be so lucky as to die by your hand,” Sceleritas sang, bowing before Agnes as she stood. Agnes felt the liquid coming from her eye socket running down her face. She lifted her hand up once again, feeling the warm substance between her fingers. She investigated it, feeling it in her hand. It felt like blood, it smelled and tasted like blood. Why was it black? Agnes became dizzy as she tried to identify what was coming from the wound on her face. If it was blood, she needed to stop the bleeding.

“Sceleritas, fetch me a rag from my chambers,” Agnes said, leaning against the altar in the center of the temple. She held her palm over her eye socket, trying to keep conscious as pain seared through her. “What the fuck am I going to do,” Agnes mumbled to herself. She couldn’t go to a healer, no cleric would touch this injury with a ten foot pole. Agnes came to the realization that she had no one, not really. The Bhaalist’s that worshipped at the temple were all useless, not a thought to share between them. She knew she couldn’t rely on her sister, Orin, to help her. Orin would surely see this as an opportunity to kill her and take her place as Bhaal’s Chosen.

“Here you are, oh terrible one,” Sceleritas said with a flourish, handing Agnes a rag.

“I need to get to the city,” Agnes said, raising the rag up to her injury.

“Master, would it not be wise to rest?” Sceleritas asked cautiously, ensuring he was out of range of her fists.

“You’re lucky I’m hurt I swear to the gods,” Agnes growled, pushing herself up off of the altar and taking a swing at the butler. Her head spun as she tried to orient herself, the pain where her eye used to be was searing and unwavering. “Gods below, I’ve really done it this time,” Agnes said under her breath as she grabbed her dagger off of the floor of the temple. Agnes gathered herself, the rag to her eye, and made her way towards the exit to the Undercity.

“Open up, Enver,” Agnes pounded her fist on the door to Enver Gortash’s office, leaning against the door frame. She was dizzy, barely able to keep herself upright as she waited for him to open the door. She could hear the click of his boots on the marble as he made his way towards her. He stood on the other side for a moment, not opening the door.

“Enver, I-,” she began in an angry tone before breaking down. “Please, I need help,” she said quietly, a hand resting against the door. Enver opened it in time to catch her as she fell into his office.

“Agnes, what in the hells is going on?” He asked, holding her up.

“My eye, it’s… I, um,” Agnes couldn’t get her words out, the searing pain in her eye socket clouding her abilities to articulate what she needed. Agnes collapsed to the floor, keeping the now soaked rag over her injury. Enver got down on her level, a hand coming up to remove the rag covering her eye.

“Let me see,” he said, pulling the rag away. His expression remained even, he was always able to keep a calm demeanor, even in horrifying situations.

“I don’t know what happened, He made me do it,” Agnes babbled, beginning to lose touch with reality from the blood loss.

“I can fix it, I’ve got you,” he said, pulling her close. Agnes collapsed into his arms, slowly losing consciousness. “Hey, stay with me,” Enver said quietly, rubbing her cheek with his thumb. Agnes’ good eye fluttered open as she tried to focus on the face in front of her.

“I have no one. Only you,” she said quietly, her eye threatening to flutter shut again.

“Focus, Agnes. Keep that eye on me, you’re going to be fine,” he said, scooping her up in his arms.

“No, no…” Agnes whispered against Enver as he carried her over to his desk. “Things will never be okay again,” she said quietly as he lowered her to the oak surface, trying to keep her calm. “It’s all your fault, all of it,” Enver pressed his forehead to hers as she continued to mumble, her body swaying.

“Agnes, please. Just try to stay with me. I’ve got you, until the end“

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