#No more shushing

[allycat75]

Ouch! People are starting to notice outside of Tumblr, Boston Dumb Fuck.

If only you could be as successful, personally and professionally, as Ryan Reynolds. Although, while his marriage appears real, she seems to be as much of a bitch as your fake one.

In a bit of schadenfreude (from the mother tongue of your half-Teutonic twit of a wifey), I take particular shameful joy with this part:

So glad you threw away your moral compass, character, integrity and murdered your own soul to tie yourself forever (even after the "divorce") to this racist, antisemtic, fatshaming, arrogant, childish, untalented, lazy, entitled dumb dumb for these shitty roles and a bought and paid for service award for your corruptible and useless ego-stroking poisonous snake of a political website. I hope the family and close friends you used to try to pull off this unmitigated embarrassment are willing to forgive you, because your most loyal fans bounced once you, you team and your teat-sucking brother blamed them for having the audacity to believe their own eyes, called out this witless stunt and didn't feel like sticking around for the gaslighting.

Maybe Honey, Don't, The Materialists, and Sacrifice will turn it all around... no, I can't do that! Telling obvious lies may be something your are totally kosher with (irony intended), but some of us are not comfortable deceiving and manipulating others to get our jollies.

Of course you could come clean- tell the whole truth and make authentic amends because who doesn't love a redemption story? The question is whether you have the courage to get CAAs hand out of your keister, take back your balls and realize your life is your own.

[bamsara]

"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years

[merriclo]

i love akutagawa because he literally just pulls up. talks like all he reads are 18th century limericks. displays clear signs of mental illness. serves cunt. dies. gets resurrected. serves cunt again. no one is doing it like he is

[gloostix]

[en-chi-la-da]

OTHER THAN A VAMPIRE OBVS i think he would be a hamster! not bc i think that's what he would dress up as for halloween, but bc that's what i want him to dress up as for halloween :) lmao here's also a bonus doodle of him dressed as a bat <3 bc i think he's cute <3

[temporary-tats]

Mon Loup

Please send help, Wenclair has taken over my brain.

Per usual, do not reupload without credit/permission. Thanks folks!

(My ko-fi, should you wish!)

[daily-odile]

maid dile

[venuslove-28]

kinda mf to go 'erm actuallly'

[pinkwindowwithin]

[fandomrose]

Sunday - Love Hypnosis

Sunday hypnotises you (consensually) to relax you.

No spoilers.

No description of reader or readers troubles so project what you are personally struggling with as you see fit.

No angst just fluff. I thought this concept would be cute. I've seen many a yandere Sunday hypnotises you, and that's great but consider - consent and fluff.

(This isn't a jab, I too enjoy a yandere fic from time to time but I also want to see fluff and I haven't seen this done in a fluffy way yet.)

I don't know why I'm mildly obsessed with this man but I am. (Cough Cough, I read maximum ride as a kid and now I automatically fall in love with winged characters. Cough Cough.) I need him to hypnotise me please and thank you.

(I have a few fics in the works that I need to finish but I'm struggling.)

As usual enjoy. Love ya 💙

"Darling?" Came the light and airy tone of your beloved. Though there was a hint of worry in his voice as he took in your face down, slumped form. "Are you alright?"

He could tell very well that you were not alright. But he would coax an answer out of you one way or another. Though the only answer he received was a groan.

"Darling." He sighs but chuckles at your obviously aggravated self. "Allow me to help you." 

Your body goes limp as you let him move you from a sofa to your shared bed. "My darling. Tell me what's gotten into you."

He chuckles as you groan out a single word relating to your issues. "Life."

"Oh, my darling. You'll let me soothe you for the night won't you?" He only felt it was right after the many nights you had soothed him. 

Patient, kind, understanding. Three words that when asked by others what you think about each other, you'd both say about each other. A pure give and take without a scoreboard, that's how you operated. You were both busy or stressed for one reason or another so that's how things had to be.

The simple love you shared was enough most days but sometimes things went wrong.

Sunday had performed hypnosis on you before so he knew it worked but he'd never engage unless you agreed. You knew the question he asked meant he wanted to soothe you via hypnosis, and with the state of your mind you would happily agree. 

"Please do." 

He wouldn't offer if he didn't have the energy you knew this, a rather large argument took care of that when he'd overworked himself then passed out after hypnotising you once and a medic had to be rushed in. Needless to say, you weren't happy with his carelessness. And seeing how upset you were he agreed to be more careful with his health.

You didn't want to think anymore so as you lay there looking up at him with your tired eyes and weary mind, he smiles. He caresses your face and hair before taking a deep breath and reciting that familiar chant.

"Oh triple faced soul, allow me to take hold of this one's mind and soothe them of all worries and burdens. The word Beloved will be the catalyst for control."

With that simple incantation your mind belonged to Sunday for a short while. Your mind felt fuzzy and slow but not unpleasantly, the way it would when you achieved complete relaxation. 

Like he had done before, he would take you through your nightly routine with this hypnosis.

"Beloved, follow me to to the bathroom." He helped you up while your body automatically followed his words and stood up. 

Walking was about the most complex task you could complete, he wasn't Xipe Themself, so his power only went so far. 

"Beloved, lift your arms." 

You do as told and he aids in stripping you, ready to be cleaned. 

"Beloved, sit on this stool and close your eyes." 

You again do as told his voice muffled through the layers of hypnosis, but soothing nonetheless. "I am going to wash your face first darling." He always narrates what he does before doing it as not to startle you.

You felt a cool, wet, cloth glide over your face and you can't help but sigh with satisfaction. You feel it gently caress your cheeks and softly rub your eyes tickle behind your ears. You hear the cloth being rinsed and wrung, the muffled sounds of the water soothing you further.

"I am going to wash your upper body now darling." And, as before, you feel the damp cloth glide over your neck and upper body, letting him move you has he sees fit. Soft humming coming from him lulls you deeper into his hypnosis. The cloth glides down and caresses your chest before moving to wash your back. You'd make sounds of relaxed satisfaction if you could but your exhausted body coupled with the hypnosis has made your brain devoid of any thought or control. Just how you want it. 

He moves back to the front of you with a new cloth. "Beloved, spread your legs, I need to clean you." 

Your body complies without hesitation and that's what he does, making sure to be extra gentle around this sensitive area. He is thorough but doesn't linger long this time, not wanting to spark anything in you this evening.

Standing to switch the cloth again, "I'm going to wash your legs and feet now darling." Still being as gentle as ever his hands and the cloth slowly makes their way down your legs massaging them as they go. A light massage is given to your feet as well before he finishes and pats you dry with a towel before he deems your body clean.

"Beloved, open your mouth wide." 

He orders next, your mind too fuzzy to think of what else could be doing. You hear more water then feel a hand on your chin. "I'm going to brush your teeth darling." Then light scrubbing of your teeth and tongue can be felt, he is thorough with this area too. Not wanting to be the reason you have cavities he takes his time. Not too long later he finishes with you. You can hear things being put away and muffled sounds of him walking around you, maybe inspecting you. Before he stops in front and, 

"Beloved, open your eyes and stand up. Its time to go to bed."

You're led back into the bedroom now that he is satisfied that you are clean. "Beloved, are you ready to sleep?" 

Compelled to answer, you do. "yes"

"Beloved, do you want to sleep with me?"

"Yes"

"Good, let's get to sleep then shall we." 

The sounds of fabric and draws is all you hear for a moment before he guides you into bed with him. 

"Beloved, lay down." 

When he's satisfied you are comfortable You feel his soft skin against yours, the wings on his head lightly brushing your face in reverence before he pulls them back. It isn't often he blesses you with his naked body, the vulnerability gets to him at times. 

Once you've laid down and he's pulled you close he asked one more question.

"Beloved, are you ready to be released from hypnosis?"

"Yes"

As the words leave your lips he begins the incantation to remove his influence on your mind. 

"Oh triple faced soul, this one has completed this ones tasks and can now be freed from the shackles of my control with no burden."

Everything goes still as your senses return slowly, reacclimating you to reality. A few minutes pass of him softly stroking your head and neck while you come back to him.

"Thank you Sunday" a soft whisper conveying how grateful you are before you promptly pass out the exhaustion and relaxation hitting you full force as you melt into the bed and his arms.

"Oh my beloved, I'd do anything to see you happy and relaxed like this more often. I am grateful for all you do for me so it's only natural. I love you, so much my beloved."

He whispers to your sleeping self, pressing small kisses to your forehead, cheeks and nose. Watching the small twitches at the contact makes his evening and he feels like he too can finally relax.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[allycat75]

You are turning out to be much worse than the douchebag I once thought you were, Boston Dumb Fuck.

You know, when you first came onto the scene, I really couldn't stand you. I would see your generic smug mug in a movie and always say, "well he's in it, it's gonna suck!"

Even when you got Captain America, I pondered, "who did he have to blow to get that gig?" But then I saw The Avengers and I thought, "He's not so bad. I didn't puke when he recited his lines."

Then I caught wind of your political tweets and was rather impressed. See, I like when people surprise me by being much more complex than what I thought them to be. So there appeared to be more depth to the Hollywood fuckboi chuckle head afterall. Then, of course, I melted completely when I saw Dodger's adoption video.

And I have been enjoying watching your career, as well as what I thought was your personal growth, for the past few years. Your performances were authentic because you seemed to put in the work. Even in bad movies, you gave us something solid. That is up until probably The Grey Man junket and premieres in the summer of 2022 when you gave us the first obvious "I want a partner..." manipulation and we saw more than a few appearances of Pissy Chrissy.

From there it has just been an embarrassing downward spiral of additional manipulations, breadcrumbing, lame stunts and pranks, photoshopped tableaus, pathological lies, dissociation, gaslighting, hypocrisy, laziness, disturbing hints of misogyny and narcissism, privledge, perpetuating dangerous myths about what love and respect actually look like (some girls look at how shitty you treated the "love of your life" during that Central Park calamity and think "oh, I want an older, rich man to take care of me and I know I can change him so he will treat me better"), a mentally unstable GQ article (and even a bit of the SMA was concerning), 2 completely made up kinda "ceremonies", pretending to attend fancy parties where real celebrities (including Alec Fucking Baldwin 🫤) were actually invited to- begging for an ounce of pathetic attention (like Oliver Twist holding an empty bowl of gruel asking "can I have some more?"), being obviously unconfortable holding the Nazi wifey's hand, giving her a peck on her nicotine and herpie infested mouth, wearing a toxic ring 3 sizes too big (yes we all see your hand shoved in your pants big guy), taking the ring on and off constantly like a nervous tick, phoned in acting performances for sub-par scripts with sub-par directors (the best thing I can say about you in Ghosted is that you were only the second worst actor; Adrian Brody was far more offensive, enough so that I wanted to revoke his Oscar; Pain Hustlers should have never been made and everyone involved owes an apology to anyone really suffering from the Opiod crisis), selfishly using your fans, friends and family (including Dodger) for your own gain (often without consent), soulless eyes that once sparkled and just general foolishness and time wasting,... how I long for the days I thought of you only as a douchebag.

If I could only get a read on your self assessment of the last three years, as it seems we may be at the precipice of some change and announcements, or perhaps just more lies and bullshit. Do you feel bad, but hey the industry makes you do things you dont want to do? That there is no such thing as negative emotions and nothing bad will ever happen (because you did actually say that in an interview)? Or do you see the destruction in front of you and understand your role? More importantly, do you know you have to change, regardless of who is coming to save your ass? And do you care enough to make amends to the very real people you have hurt? The worst being yourself- by crossing the work-life barrier, you have created a dangerous new reality for yourself where you are a mere character in a life being written by a room of untalented writers, directed by nefarious puppetmasters for networks that want to cancel you the minute you are irrelevant and don't make them a buck. You don't exist as a sentient being anymore, just as a projection of what others want, or don't want, you to be.

Can you find your way back to something actually real and authentic? Do you even understand what that is anymore? I just don't know.

[bamsara]

I see freakout everytime A03 goes down and while I Get That, that's Our Website, but it makes me wonder if most people know that they can download fanfics

[time-slink]

out of curiosity,

*excluding media in a language you don't speak at all, even if it comes in a dub

[s-sextape]

i am writing an accidental haiku to attract haiku bot

[mllenugget]

I felt like making up "angwy uwu" designs for Phil and Bad cuz yknow the whole angel demon thing, with no real intent to create context for them, but by the time I finished them we had the Election Diner code incident and the kidnapping of Dapper which made me go [blinking white guy meme]

I gotta give huge props to OngakuK for giving me inspo on some aspects 'Cause designing godlike figures with tons of ornements and symbolism is her shit, so I sent her my first drafts and asked for feedback and she gave me really cool ideas

And here's some bonus mid-shapeshifting doodles

My og designs for them are much tamer : Phil has got far less pairs of wings and 20 eyes less & Bad has got far less teeth and one single lower jaw