#Time for mindfuckery

[becauseimanicequeen]

Yesterday, I wrote that I might expand on my "dream world" theory in 4 Minutes (which I've had since I reacted to the trailer and teaser) and here I am doing just that because I can't seem to get it out of my head (and I need to get this out of my head so I can focus on the Olympics, lol).

I also mentioned yesterday that I should've called it something better than "dream world" because it doesn't really encapsulate what I mean by it.

Does it include Great's dreams? Yes. His visions too. And perhaps everything else going on as well.

As I wrote in my post yesterday, the visions Great has at the end of the first episode (the visions of Tyme and himself together) are his future self's memories. The reason he has those visions (which are clearly more than 4 minutes into the future), is because he's been sent back in time. Not in a time-travel kind of way, but perhaps an out-of-body experience kind of way as he experiences a cardiac arrest in the present time (the patient at the beginning of the episode).

(That 4 above his bed is deliciously placed, btw. And the flashing red lights mean things, which I might expand on in a separate post. But, you know, the Olympics...)

This also ties in with my theory that Great has gained his precognitive ability to redeem himself from a past mistake/transgression (the past being the events we see play out throughout most of the first episode). The cardiac arrest is the root cause of it, but the things he sees and can change are the things he needs to change to have a different outcome in the future. Perhaps to save Tyme from being killed. Perhaps to save himself from dying. Perhaps both. Perhaps more.

If this is true, I think we'll see a mix of "the 4-minutes phenomenon" (which it said on Den's board) and Great's other visions from his future self.

I don't know about you, but I'm excited to get more of this mindfuckery from Sammon. Thank you, queen!

Is it Friday, yet?

[welcometogrouchland]

I just think Hunter was obsessed with Willow and didn't even know it during the period from any sport in a storm to labyrinth runners. They maybe don't talk as often as they could, they're both busy and have conflicting schedules, so when they do talk, Hunter absorbs everything she says.

After roughly 3 weeks of texting (hexting? I feel like the kids would call it hexting), He knows that her favorite colour is orange, she likes her tea with extra milk and a bit of honey during winter, she likes working out to the noisiest angriest music in her playlist, her dad Gilbert is a construction witch who specialises in pottery, she used to listen to breakup songs and think about her childhood best friend (Hunter doesn't know it's Amity) and she actually has a mild pollen allergy despite being a plant witch and has to take potions for it.

He casually drops all this info piece by piece during their stay in the human realm and willows like. Well I can't not marry him. It'll have to be a winter or fall wedding to account for her allergies </3

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

What are some instances of retconning in animorphs that you have noticed? (aside from the first book)

Honestly, Animorphs is not bad. Compared to Sherlock Holmes or Percy Jackson, there's hardly any retconning at all. Compared to series like Dune or X-Men that built in-story retcon mechanisms because of the infinite overlapping retcons, Animorphs is practically airtight. Not Harry Potter or Mistborn airtight, sure, but better than any other multi-authored 20+ book series I know.

However, there are some. Ax's mention in #8 of occasional hork-bajir wars doesn't fit with Hork-Bajir Chronicles showing they have no concept of violence before andalites arrive. Cassie's line about "my niece" in #37 is not in line with her saying her parents are her only family in #49. Rachel suspects at times that Jordan's a controller (#12, #22) but in #49 Jordan's dismissed as even a potential threat.

And then there's the absolute clusterfuck of Tobias's parentage.

In #3, he says "my parents died." In #13, it's "both my folks left a long time ago." In Andalite Chronicles, when Elfangor asks about Loren: "She disappeared. When I was just little... I guess she died." In #23, he says "both my parents are dead." But also DeGroot says "Your father... who died? That may not have been your real father" implying a stepfather we never meet. After Elfangor's will it kinda falls into place, but even then...

Elfangor says he and Loren were ~14 mentally, ~18 physically, when they got to Earth, and that "when she was ready by human standards, I married her." He mentions getting multiple college degrees, but that it's only "three years later" that the Ellimist abducts him back to space. No one apparently notices he was gone — Ax has no idea Elfangor lived on Earth, and didn't notice him missing (#8), so... he time-traveled back and lived those three years twice? And no one noticed him being seven years older because... Ellimist fuckery? There's mention of Loren dating someone else after Al's "death", so at least the random step-dad is consistent. But Loren doesn't mention him in #49, so I guess she got remarried and rewidowed between Tobias's birth and his third birthday, and then she forgot him.

Anywhoo, it kind of lines up sorta if you squint, but I'm 99.9% sure that there was some degree of retcon somewhere in there.

[rubiesintherough]

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[moki-dokie]

how to make 19 year old boy who came of age during the pandemic and never had a real real job before now realize he needs to Chill The Fuck Out and be Less eagar about working for free holy shit he is impossible to wrangle

[quietwingsinthesky]

(Fobwatch anon) you take AS MUCH liberty as you want !! No one else sees this vision. Can you believe that

i really can’t, it’s brilliant. it’s exactly the kind of fun mindfuckery that i love to play with <3 i have Ideas. i have angst brewing. sexy angst.

[rottenseaweed]

so I started watching Bocchi the rock

if anything happened to this tiny pink haired bean I would kill everyone in this room and then myself

[chemdisaster]

scar and badtimes in your hotguy mindfuckery au remind me so much of the Stanley and Stanford Pines and I love it so much

HI SOULMATE

yeah, now that you mention it, they totally are like stan and ford. scar as the one who was more loved and badtimes as the disappointment of the family. also scar moving on and making a life for himself, while badtimes stays miserable and resentful.

the only difference is that unlike ford, scar was loved only because he pretended to be something he wasn't. also badtimes' feelings towards scar are way more fucked up than stan's feelings towards ford. but then, the whole au is fucked up lmao

[villain-in-love]

Ha... haha...

Hahahahaha!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

I'M BAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[kirstythejetblackgoldfish]

🐟 Pollock, AKA coley, AKA saithe 🐟

[rofefetasprite]

fantroll art dump because i love her and i get to post about her a little

[candiid-caniine]

my favorite thing about denial is the opportunities for mindfuckery. gaslighting and emotional manipulation, in particular.

"if you want to cum so bad, why do you get so wet when you're denied?"

"you came just now. yes you did. are you such an edged-out slut that you don't remember what it feels like? i know you came, and i didn't give you permission, so now you're in big trouble."

"but your hole feels so much better when it's denied. don't you want to make me feel good?"

"if you could just stop touching yourself so much, maybe you'd be able to prove you deserve to cum."

"every time i tell you 'no,' you get wetter. i don't care if you don't believe me, i can feel it."

"your orgasms are so special for me, and i don't want them to lose their specialness. don't you want to save them for special occasions? if you just cum all the time, i'll get so bored of it..."

"if you won't give them up for me, you don't really respect me."

"only sluts cum every day. do you want to be a slut? because i have no problems treating you like one."

"when you stop being so pathetic, maybe i'll let you cum."

fuck. when they say shit like this to me,,

[ace-whovian-neuroscientist]

i think the master would be fixed if they could just host game changer

all of that chaos and mindfuckery but with no actual harm done

au where the next incarnation of the master is sam reich and he’s been here the whole time

[calglitchedout]

[ A figure sits under a tree, Petes bag rests next to his. Leaning on his side, the tree provides shade to his face so the dim sun doenst get in his eyes. The sky is a mix of warm colors, consisting of pinks, oranges and yellows. A book sits in his lap as he sits there quietly, the groups of people in the park began to lessen as it gets darker. ]

- @pete-spankoffski

[Glitch heads out of the park after a successful day of mindfuckery. They spot Pete under the tree. They debate whether or not they should talk to him. It wasn't any of their business. Hadn't been for a long time. They sigh. Glitch approaches the tree from behind, leaning on it.]

It's gonna be too dark to read before too long you know.

[jessaerys]

the word father rotted in my mouth: i. tom stoppard, rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead. ii. nurnehpetsnur iii. anne carson, plainwater: essays and poetry iv. see notes. v. see notes. vi. genesis 4:9 vii. anaïs nin, winter of artifice viii. see notes. ix. slider.xxxxxxxx x. josh alex baker, death wish. xi. see notes. xii. eric larocca, things have gotten worse since we last spoke xiii. death note, c-kira one-shot. xiv. leah horlick, for your own good, xv. death note manga, L's death, mello's death. xvi. ocean vuong, someday i'll love, xvii. woyaocharlie xviii. death note short stories, a-kira one-shot. xix. anna belle kaufman, cold solace.

notes under the cut.

*iv. artist notoriously hard to track, there's several images on pinterest that are clearly the same style, tried with all of them and they all seem to come from a long deleted 2008 photobucket folder.

v. & viii. the oldest source seems to be long-deleted posts from this blog, which were re-posts.

xi. this is the only source i can find but i don't think it leads to the artist ): please hmu if you have any leads about all of these.

part of the mine and the bestie’s delusional headcanon that near and mello (& matt) did have somewhat of a mentor/mentee relationship with L (fuck them other kids….) whom although genuinely fond of them was a willing participant in the amoral watari industrial complex (did he care to be succeeded? did he find it amusing or an interesting long term project? were the tests and mindfuckery and hot/cold unpredictable behavior and purposeful sowing of a rivalry between them the only model of family and mentorship he knew and was capable of? did he ever really love them? will they ever know? etc etc etc.)

i’m handwaving away the “we only talked to L once” story as skillfully edited by near because 1. he loves to lie and 2. his complicated relationship with L and subsequent grief AND resentment is still wrapped in seventeen thousand layers of emotional repression and who wants to get into that. 3. also makes mello’s comments in LABB about not caring if near is hurt that he knows more about L than near does way funnier. sibling behavior

anyway the both of them have a brotherfatherhero complex the size of TEXAS but thankfully they can sublimate that in the bedroom through creative kinky means. i know the usual "don't ship them!" rethoric is that they're foster brothers but unfortunately that just makes them a billion times more compelling. to me

[milkycarnations]

Lecher Bitch | Jane/Reader/Natalie | 1k words

Divider can be found here. Just a short and sweet drabble about a dream I had. It isn't much, but I think the quality is adequate and I'm willing to expand on the mindfuckery aspect in the furture.

one-shot masterlist | mdni | cw: lesbians with a daddy kink, threesome, hairpulling, dirty talk, mirror sex, Quebecois.

I should make it very clear that I do not speak Canadian French. I simply copy and pasted the phrase Natalie says. According to Wikipedia, it roughly translates to "Jesus christ, there is no way you can be this stupid" - or something like that.

Your breath hitched as Natalie thrust into you. You were dizzy, sandwiched between two hot women, and rutting dumbly. A whine fell past your lips as Nat's hips pushed into yours, a domino effect that sent Jane's bumping against the bathroom counter. Nat mumbled something illegible in French, her pronunciation raspy and slurred.

Vanity overcame you. In the mirror, two extra sets of eyes stared back: Natalie's sharp and green, Jane's honeyed, round, and accentuated by the sharp black winged liner she had painted on her lids. She was a total bombshell, despite her scars - a complete one-eighty from the tall and lean woman pounding into you.

A snap of her hips drew you from your thoughts, drawing a whine from you.

"Are you even listening to me?" Natalie snapped, her blue strap filling you completely.

You weren't.

You hummed in acknowledgement, lids growing heavy as you watched Jane's breasts bounce from the motion of her grinding into your hand. You reached up, tugging her tank top beneath her tits with one hand. Her nipples were hard - a light nude shade. She pulled your arms around her tighter, giving her more leverage over your fingers as she rocked back and forth.

"Esti de câlice de tabarnak, c'est pas possible comment que t'es cave!"

Natalie's fingers carded through your hair, pulling your head back and forcing you to look into her eyes. Just hers.

"Are you listening now?"

Nodding, you agreed. You were listening, but you didn't promise to listen good. The weight of Jane's hips stuttering, her thick scarred thighs brushing past your hands made the bathroom feel humid. Nat rolled her eyes.

"God, you cum-brained idiot. Can you use your mouth, at least?" she spat, her eyes filled with faux disgust. Her free hand reached out to push a thumb into your mouth, pressing down on the wetness of your tongue. It hardly put a dent in her pace. With a moan, your tongue lolled out, sticking past your bitten lips.

"Good. Now give Jane a kiss like she asked for."

Her hands pushed you forward until your lips met Jane's neck. She kept one grasping at your hair, the other pressing just above your ass as she steadied you. Even in your haze, you wasted no time in pressing wet, hot kisses against Jane, feeling her shiver under the touch. A deep groan bubbled from her chest, echoing slightly in the poorly decorated bathroom.

"Augh! Fuck-"

From in front of you, Jane panted under your touch. You caught each other's eyes in the mirror, her teeth sinking into the matte black lipstick she'd flawlessly applied. The makeup hardly budged. Shakily, her hands returned to the edge of the counter as you sucked at the crook of her neck.

"I'm gonna cum fast," she said, rhythmically grinding her hips forward as you rubbed at her swollen clit. A grunt came from behind you. Natalie glared at you through the mirror, her gaze peeking over your shoulder threateningly.

You tried not to focus. Tried not to hyper fixate on the rhythm and pressure. Once more, your eyes squeezed shut as you busied yourself with giving Jane love bites. When Nat's hips nestled the tip of her cock against your cervix, you mimicked it against the swell of Jane's ass. If you fucked this up, both of them might kill you.

Jane's whines hitched and rose, turning into deep, breathy moans as she drew closer. You grasped onto her like a starved man. She sputtered.

"I'm cumming!" a barrage of noise following as she dripped over your fingers. You didn't dare stop - not until she begged you to. "Fuck, yes!" she gasped.

Eventually, Nat tugged at your hair again and your fingers left Jane. Her cock pulled out, leaving you feeling void and empty at the loss. Natalie wasted no time pushing you down to kneel on the tile floor.

In a split second, Jane was on top of the counter, her hips spilling off the edge. Your hands reached out, gripping at her plush thighs and supporting her on your chest and shoulders as you lapped at her cunt.

"Unnnngh..." was the most you could manage - drawn out and stupid. Natalie laughed as she got on her knees, situating herself right behind you. To your surprise, she pushed in. The position was cramped and didn't offer much room for movement, but it was just enough to rock her strap into you - massaging against your cervix.

Gasping, you tasted Jane on your tongue, falling further against herself. Dear lord, you were going to die here.

Your actions were frantic, and your eyes rolled back as you sucked and licked, occasionally pulling away to blow cool air against her cunt.

"Yeah... Keep using that tongue for daddy," Nat panted.

The misnomer did horrible things to you, making your pussy twitch around her strap. You moaned into Jane, the vibrations sending pleasure through her. Using a pointed tongue, you switch-backed your way to her clit, swirling around it.

"Shit, you like that, huh? Fucking hell." Natalie cackled, noting how you seemed to work harder; grow more desperate

Jane's head was thrown back, gravity pulling her hair down towards the countertop. She braced against the wall and the mirror.

"Don't even think of stopping or I'll beat your ass raw." The threats continued, pouring from the woman behind you as she thrusted. You wouldn't dream of stopping. "Keep taking my cock like a good little slut. I'm not stopping until you cum around me."

She pushed your face even further into Jane, muffling your moans. You were close, but the only way the girls could know is through your sounds. You didn't hold back, crying out into her pussy as Nat drove you over the edge.

"That's right. Oh, good girl!" she cooed mockingly, "Cum all over your daddy's cock. Know what you're good for baby."

You squirmed, your body flailing out around you in sheer pleasure as the orgasm came in waves. Fingernail indents spotted Jane's thighs. Nat kept fucking you for a few moments after, only stopping because she knew you wouldn't prevent her from smothering your face into her girlfriend's cunt.

She pulled you back, your face soaked and glistening in the light.

"C'mon, you still got a lotta work to do." leaning over, she licked your lips. "Jane's still gotta cum again, remember?"