#and for the most part it really truly does

[destinysbounty]

One thing that kinda chaps me about how the Ice Emperor is typically characterized by a lot of the fandom is that if you really pay attention to how he behaves in the Ice Chapter, he isn't the aggressive, confrontational villain he's often made out to be. In s11, most scenes we see of the Ice Emperor actually depict him as a very passive and sedate character, preferring to rest on his throne and contemplate rather than taking action. He never acts unless Vex implores him to do so, and even then he usually defaults to the less ruthless choice until Vex cajoles him into opting for something more brutal. The first time we see the IE defy Vex in any capacity is when he chooses to spare Lloyd rather than killing him instantly. Judging by Vex's surprise at this, and IE's unabashed trust in his advisor, I would hazard to guess this is the first time Zane has ever pushed back against one of Vex's suggestions.

This is not to say the Ice Emperor is without cruelty or brutality. He is still a very menacing presence in his own right, and he absolutely has gallons of blood on his hands. That cannot be understated. But on his own, without a wormtongue whispering in his ear, I personally think the Ice Emperor would have been...well, not necessarily a kind person, but significantly less ruthless. He's a passive and dare I say tired person who prefers to sit on his throne and wait for orders rather than taking any form of initiative on his own. He's barely even a leader or a tyrant in any true sense of the term, really -- he's just a glorified weapon Vex keeps stored on a shelf until he's needed.

This actually makes sense when you consider Zane's element. Ice is in its very nature a slow and sedate thing. Temperature is shaped by the speed and movement of particulates -- the faster molecules move, the hotter things are. Whereas when things get colder, molecules move much more slowly. (That's perhaps a bit of an oversimplification, but I'm not going to give a lecture on thermodynamics in a post about silly lego people). And the Ice Emperor...well, he's very much encased in ice. He has to physically pry himself off his throne, and the staff has long been frozen to his hand. The whole world is in a similar state as well. Entire swathes of the population have been cryogenically frozen, and the world is so cold that it's exceedingly difficult for fire to thrive. And many other fans have speculated that the reason Akita is able to look the same age despite decades passing is because Zane's corrupted ice has overwhelmed the land so profoundly that everyone is more or less frozen in time.

Ice is a slow, sedate, passive thing. It does not demand anything of you except that you cease movement. Likewise, the Ice Emperor in his truest state is a sedate, passive character, only stirred out of his meditations when Vex compels him into action.

True, he's often depicted as a generically ruthless tyrant in most iterations after s11, but those can usually be chalked up to Zane's unreliable self-perception. This is how Zane interprets his behavior as the Ice Emperor, rather than the actual reality of how he truly behaved. Zane resents that part of himself, and that resentment has warped his understanding of who the Ice Emperor truly was. Which in itself is rather tragic considering Zane's identity issues. That is to say, Zane is so terribly blinded by his trauma and self-loathing that not even he can see himself for who he truly is.

(Cough cough that one quote in Dragons Rising: "Zane had such impressive shoes to fill. No one could ever live up to him, perhaps not even Zane himself.")

Anyway, even if people disagree with this interpretation of the Ice Emperor's character, I personally find it much more compelling to view him not as a generic murderous tyrant...but as an old, tired machine who cannot conceive of his personhood outside of his own weaponization.

By extension, this actually makes Zane's post-s11 coping process a lot more complex as well. The popular narrative is that Zane needs to learn to accept that what happens wasn't his fault, that he had a whole chorus of extenuating circumstances working against him, and that it's actually quite impressive just how many things had to go wrong all at once for him to become evil. And that's fair, but I also think the truth of the matter is more complicated than that.

Zane knows, deep down, that the Ice Emperor's actions weren't his fault -- and that's exactly what terrifies him. Because if he accepts that he was little more than Vex's mindless weapon, then he has to admit that his greatest fear has come true. He spent decades as a mindless, soulless machine, only ever acting on the will of another person, all while being endlessly manipulated by a cursed artifact, rather than having any true agency of his own. When his friends tell him it wasn't his fault, it's not a comfort but rather a painful reminder of how long he spent as someone else's drone. When the people of the Never Realm forgive him and let him return home unobstructed, a part of Zane resents it because it means they, too, acknowledge his absence of free will.

In my eyes, Zane post-s11 is someone who feels that he needs to be blamed, needs to be hated and despised and shunned -- because if people hate him for what he did, then that means it really was his fault. And if it was his fault, then that means he didn't lose his free will after all. It means he didn't spend 50 years as someone else's empty plaything. It means he didn't spend more of his life as a mindless weapon than as a true person.

Yes, Zane needs to learn to stop blaming himself for the Ice Emperor's actions...but how can he let go of the blame when it's the only thing keeping him sane?

[coquettepascal]

better than pregnant!

summary: you're about to get your period and hesitant to freak because of it. joel does not gaf and needs to get freaky with his beautiful girl. 

tags: 18+, smut, p no plot, established relationship, post-outbreak, jackson!joel, kind of not really period sex, thigh fucking, misuse of baby oil, reader is afab, use of "good girl," joel is a freak and he likes to freak you, humping i guess, cuteness at the end somewhat, yay for no babies.

a/n: drabble i wrote in under an hour because i really wanted to write a fic today but it's so hot that i'm dying and someone should kill me.

my masterlist - askbox

wc: 1.4k unedited no beta

“Are you sure? It might mess up the bedsheets,” you ask softly. Joel sighs and you feel it against your back, the puff of his chest pressing into you. He’s holding you from behind with his pajama pants rucked halfway down his legs. You lost your pajama shorts somewhere along the way, as well as your undies. 

You’re days, or maybe even a day, away from getting your period, and you’ve been super clingy. Sometimes your cycle comes and goes without issue, the only symptom being the fact you’re bleeding. But other times, like now, you’re achey, emotional, and frustratingly aroused. All night you’ve been laying in different positions in an attempt to soothe the pain that’s braided itself into your spine, only to find the warmth of Joel’s chest soothes it best. Joel could care less about your grouchiness though, he’s just happy to hold you. It also doesn’t hurt that he’s about to get his dick wet (kind of.)

“Baby you ain’t even on it yet,” he reminds you quietly. You watch his hands as they pop open the ancient bottle of baby oil, pouring it into his palm. Joel’s leg nudges yours and you shyly open your legs clamshell style. His hand cups you first, careful not to slide his fingers too deep into your slit. You’re sensitive in many ways right now, he doesn’t want to upset you or overstimulate you. 

“There you go. Just some oil, right? You wanna make me feel good?” 

His voice is quiet as he talks, pulling his hand away so he can pour more oil into his palm. Now he lathers your inner thighs with it, all while he presses kisses into the back of your neck. “So soft,” he says to himself, squeezing the plush inner of your left thigh. Joel truly adores you. He runs his hand up, cupping your core again, and you feel his erection throb against your lower back where it’s pressed. 

Breathing is tough as your chest shakes with need and anxiety. You’ve never done anything like this, not on your cycle, and so it feels… scary. Part of you wants to go “but what if you get blood on you?” But that’s never really been a problem for Joel, not as long as you’ve known him. It’s also probably a dumb question to ask when he’s already throbbing and half naked. Duh, he wants this. 

“You with me?” He asks as he shifts down the bed. Part of you feels a little distant right now, fascinated by the fact he’s so willing to do this with you. Staying grounded is difficult when the most attractive guy you know is about to stick his dick between your thighs and rut into the softness there, but you manage. You keep your eyes trained on the window, taking soft breaths, and Joel waits until you can confidently answer.

“Mhm,” is what you manage. Your hand comes up and reaches for the one near your head, attached to the arm that’s snaked beneath your neck. He squeezes it reassuringly, then readjusts. 

“Gonna use you nice,” is all you get to hear before his dick is shoved between your thighs. Joel’s pushing into the oiled softness with vigor, like he’s the one who’s sexually frustrated and unable to get fucked. You can see the head of his cock barely peek out with each thrust, watching as a sticky pearl of precome suddenly disappears as he plunges in and out. Joel is groaning, the arm wrapped around your torso grasping at anywhere but your tits, since he knows how sensitive they are right now. He keeps trying to talk but he can’t quite catch his breath. His face drops into the crook of your neck and you feel him breathing heavily out of his nose and onto your skin.

“Good girl, fuck,” he curses softly. The arm tucked beneath your head suddenly is yanked away as Joel uses it to prop himself up. This changes his angle signficantly, and instead of fucking into your thighs and just grazing your cunt, he’s fucking the head of his cock up into your slit. The tip awkwardly bashes your swollen clit at first and you whine in annoyance. He’s quick to catch on and eases his movements.

“Like that, Joel, that’s– mmh!” You cover your face with your hands. It’s so difficult to try and be sexy or dirty when you fear that you’re bleeding all over him. You know he’s going to pick up on it if you keep talking, so you just shut up. 

“Yeah babygirl? Like this?” He asks, grinding his hips up. His tip feels like it’s making out with your clit now. The sensitive nerves are slathered in a mixture of your wetness, his precome, and the babyoil, and it’s making for a deliciously slick mess. Joel pumps at a quick pace, remaining mindful of your sensitivity, but his energy and words are almost rabid.

“Makin’ me crazy earlier, kissin’ on me in the kitchen and then makin’ me sit through dinner.”

Oh, maybe that’s why he’s being so ravenous. 

“Thinkin’ that being near your period is gonna make me keep my hands off you.”

Blood rushes to the tips of your ears at that. It’s so easy to forget that Joel finds you sexy, not just beautiful. Here in bed it’s easy to remember. The way he’s desperately fucking his dick into your legs is more than enough proof that he is desperately attracted to you. Joel’s teeth press into your neck in slight hesitation, knowing he shouldn’t be too rough, but he lets them drag across your skin. 

“So fuckin’ wet, I can tell that isn’t just the oil.” Your cunt clenches on nothing as he talks more. Joel is such a fucking talker, you wish he spoke this much outside of the bedroom sometimes. Maybe he’s just a pervert though and that’s why he’s so quiet.

Your mouth opens slightly and drool starts to leak out as he becomes more intentful with his thrusts. He’s purposefully grinding the head of his dick into your clit at the end of each thrust. You can feel the thickness of his dick rubbing down your sensitive slit each time he’s done grinding and it only holds you in anticipation. Surprised noises keep leaving you, as if you’re not aware of the insatiable man behind you. It feels so much different than the usual sex that you have with him, it feels like he wants to ravage you, take you apart. 

“This take your mind off your back pain, baby? Just needed my dick?”

Your head nods weakly and you start to whine “yes,” repeatedly. It isn’t wrong, you have no clue if your back is hurting anymore, not when you’re right on the cusp of an orgasm. 

Joel’s nose is tucked behind your ear now, ensuring that you hear all the filth he’s spewing. Everything is so wet now, even your ass is somehow wet. His hips snap into you relentlessly as he starts to ask if you’re close and you have no words to answer. You’re beginning to get so wet you can’t feel anything at all, but finally he pushes at just the right angle and the ridge of his tip drags over your clit, sending you over. You gasp desperately, grabbing at the pillow beside your head as your body seizes up, shivering. Your thighs clamp down hard around Joel’s cock, sending him over too. The first spurts of come spill out from between your thighs, but then he pulls back and shoves himself back against your slit. His dick throbs as it coats your cunt in hot come, and your clit throbs right back against his tip. 

“Good, good girl,” Joel grunts as his arm collapses back into the bed. He lays back down on his side, careful not to move too much. There’s a lot of mess on the bed already, he doesn’t want to clean anymore than he’ll already have to. 

“Your back still hurt?” He asks after a moment. Back to sweet and caring, as if he wasn’t just a totally dirty mouthed perv. 

“No. Might need a shower though,” you tease. Joel huffs slightly, amused.

“Uh-huh. Me too.”

Joel pulls away from you very carefully, hissing as he grows soft and sensitive. You look over your shoulder cautiously, praying you don’t see red. 

One thin line of red is smeared on his shaft. You look up at him apologetically right away, but he’s smiling. 

“What? Are you laughing at me?” You ask worriedly. Your lungs feel small as you try to breathe away embarrassment. 

“No,” Joel grins, “S’just that this is better’n you being pregnant.”

--- <3 --- yayy thank u for reading. tagging some of my faves @evolnoomym @pascalssbabyy @mochamadeleines @joeloverture

[phantomchick]

Obsessed with the idea of Dick subconsciously hating people who make Bruce happy/understand Bruce. Because that's his job.

Dick hating Cass because her and Bruce sync up in a way he can't understand and has always wanted to, when Bruce goes brick wall she's STILL not left out in the cold the way he would be in her place, she understands him in a way he can't touch and oh he hates it, he really really hates it. She even has a bond with Barbara! And it's not that he doesn't try, tells her stories like Cinderella while on stake outs with her and does all the funny voices he can, but there's just something about her that sets his teeth on edge and makes him want to scream. Dick resenting Cass because she's such a competent fight that Bruce treats her like an equal in the field; takes her opinions into account, listens to her. Bruce approving of Cass so much he hands over Nightwing's city to her care and when she fails and when Chemo happens it's so so easy to blame her for it. Dick never thinks too hard about why that is. Just feels extra vindicated when a few months after she goes missing she turns up trying to kill people on Deathstroke and Cain's orders.

Dick hating Talia because she's a Threat in a way none of Bruce's other love interests were, she understands Bruce the man and Batman the hero, she sees both sides just like Robin gets to, she understands and shares in Bruce's inner conflict about personal desire vs duty, she's the one Dick draws the line at and says "It's her or me, Batman.", She's the one Bruce was ready to marry and retire for when she got pregnant with Damian. It's so easy for Dick to hate her in a way he doesn't even hate Ra's al Ghul, he can toss up a hundred reasons, most of them starting with Damian's childhood but the feeling was there well before Damian came into their lives, they're just a justification.

Dick hating Jason because he made Bruce so happy right at the point when Dick's own relationship with him was shattering and changing. Dick wanted independence, he wanted respect as his own hero rather than a sidekick, but getting a surprise sibling blindsided him, someone taking his place as Bruce's PARTNER for the first time. Jason made Bruce laugh in crime alley on the anniversary of his parent's murder; Jason made Bruce cheerful and excited, Bruce gave Jason, Dick's identity. And the thing is that it's so much more complicated than just hating him, like with Cass, Dick tries with Jason, Dick likes him, sanctions him and gave him his own robin costume to show he accepted him as part of Dick's family, invites him to join the Titans for missions, calls him little wing, but the moment Jason dies it's so easy to turn around and blame Bruce for not seeing that he never should've made Jason Robin in the first place. That he was never as good as Dick and was never going to survive because he lacked the same instincts, that Bruce should've known better. And yes a lot of it is just him avoiding his own guilt for creating Robin, a legacy that Jason dies doing by projecting the fault onto Bruce who he's already mad at for not telling him in time for the funeral. But there's something compelling to me about the way Dick lashes out at Jason in Brothers in Blood (a truly terrible comic overall yes but if it HAD been well-written) their first real post-death interaction. The way Dick responds to him almost mirrors the way he treats Cass during and after her 'evil' mind controlled arc and it's like that was also a bad comic for sure but on a Watsonian level, I kinda like the idea that Dick treats them just a little more harshly than he would anyone else in the same set of circumstances, even a complete stranger. And it's not intentional at all, it's just, subconscious jealousy/resentment/bitterness/possessiveness/dislike manifesting in situations where he can justify it and go oh of course I reacted like that, they were being crazy and evil, they're murderers.

[mage-ical-character-person]

No, no, no, keep talking!

Because yes! That’s the filter through which he views everything! And he leans into it more when he feels like he’s out of his element. And like, he knows on some level that TV isn’t an accurate representation of reality, but it’s also all he has to go off of because he just gave up on socializing in favor of escapism at a very young age.

He views life as a big performance and when faced with something he doesn’t want to confront he switches gears from actor to director to get some distance from the issue!

Everything this guy does is theatrical and cliche because he has next to no lived experience in anything.

And whatever role he sees himself in in any given moment he plays to the fullest, regardless of his past roles. He enjoys the theatrics of going full Classic Disney villain, but the roles he casts himself in, most obviously with his own parodies…

He gives himself supporting roles where he’s on good or at least good-ish terms with the cast. He doesn’t cast himself as the villain or the lead. (Despicable Mr Puzzles and SMG4 inside out maybe notwithstanding but nothing in Despicable Mr Puzzles was a conscious choice on his part and I am frankly still not sure what to make of SMG4 inside out)

He also plays hero in a way with Meme Factory and gets mad when Leggy doesn’t “follow the script”, so to speak.

But like. He really does view people around him as just characters or actors. I mean, if either of his plans had played out the way he intended, he would’ve just been putting the crew in situations forever.

His first act after getting ultimate power and brainwashing the world in Puzzlevision is… forcing the SMG4 Crew to sing the Muppet Show theme song but modified to be about him. And had Mario not interfered he would’ve just… kept doing that. There was no next step to the plan. Just… the world being forced to watch his puppet show forever.

Puzzle Park? If everything had gone according to plan, he would’ve just been having fun with Leggy putting the crew in torture minigames forever.

Because despite claiming they’re the “stupidest show I’ve ever seen”, Puzzles does genuinely find them entertaining. He likes them, but not as people, just as characters and/or actors. And given the way he treats those he does like as people, I’m not sure he knows the difference all that well.

And are we not all familiar with putting blorbo in the torture nexus for entertainment? He doesn’t treat people like people. I’m not even sure he knows how.

And also I like to think Four is Puzzles’ favorite blorbo. I don’t know how else to put it. Things are personal and complicated with Meggy/Leggy. But he truly just sees Four as a fictional character and a toy, likes putting him in awful situations, and finds him more noteworthy than the others.

OH PUZZLES! MY LITTLE FREAK WHO DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO BE GENUINE AND PLAYS INTO THE SHOWMAN PERSONA TO AVOID THINKING ABOUT HIS FEELINGSSS!!

It’s not even just avoidance of being vulnerable with others because he does it when he’s alone.

This is just… the only way he knows how to process strong emotions and I love that for him.

My precious Puzzie Pie… he is so Bad at It. Even when it feels like he wants to be genuine he backs out of it at the last minute.

Like yeah in this case when pressed he doubles back and has a moment of honesty but that was only when at risk of getting lasered. Took pretty extreme circumstances

And I think WPNZ’s reaction to this is interesting, because he’s also someone who avoids vulnerability and struggles to treat people like people. (Where Puzzles treats those around him like actors or fictional characters, WPNZ treats even those he genuinely cares about as tools and… yknow. Weapons)

The way WPNZ responds to this with amusement at Puzzles’ antics with a little smile! I think he knows exactly what Puzzles was doing and finds this method of avoidance… just amusing! Charming, maybe. Either way, he’s happy to be given an out and pretend the emotional moment never happened.

But UGHH Puzzles was absolutely intending to make a genuine attempt at comfort before chickening out. Look at his faces. His body language.

He’s nervous! He has no idea how to handle this and settles on not handling it at all! He wants to connect over this, but he doesn’t know how! The only thing he knows how to do is perform, put on a show.

That and manipulation. Performance and manipulation are how he interacts with anyone. And it’s amazing seeing him so nervous and out of his element when faced with people who are willing to reach out and work with him on their own. So he defaults back to manipulation and/or showboating. (People are starting to see through that, though.)

He craves connection but also it freaks him out!

Also apparently he is currently capable of doing brainwashing. I thought he needed 5 stars for that to work in the real world but okay? Maybe he retained some of the engine room’s power from Puzzle Park??

Augh. Love this guy. Hope he escapes his fate of death by torture cube

I assume like this

either way. Gosh. He’s so scared, especially since last time he let the promise of friendship coax him into letting his guard down is what got him in his current predicament of being on death row. But he’s not giving up.

I’m proud of him. He made a friend or two, even if that scares him. He did it!

[softtoxin]

girls best friend

yandere! boyfriend! nam-gyu/female! reader/yandere! bestie! se-mi

summary || nam-gyu and se-mi absolutely hate each other because they both have what the other wants. things come to a head.

warnings || yandere content, unhealthy relationships, established relationship between nam-gyu & reader, wlw mentions, bc se-mi is obsessed with reader, no games au, objectification, smut, nam-gyu eats reader out while se-mi listens, use of noona and oppa, nam-gyu calls se-mi a bitch a lot in this, so, misogyny, intoxication, reader is drunk, no penetration

nam-gyu hated her.

his fingers twitch incessantly as he watches se-mi wrap her arms around your shoulders, her tall figure towered over your own. she's whispering something in your ear, and you smile at your best friend sweetly, happily swaying with her as the two of you dance along to the beating music that blared in the club.

nam-gyu was supposed to be working, but all his attention was focused on you and your best friend, and tbe way she was touching up on everything that belonged to him.

you belonged to him.

those sweet smiles belonged to him.

"ey, nam-su, hook me up!" thanos' voice grates on nam-gyu's ears, and he shoots his friend a glance before turning his attention back to you and se-mi. "it's nam-gyu, idiot." he says under his breath, not truly paying any attention to the man beside him.

his nights were always like this when he brought you to work with him. never much of a party-goer, whenever your boyfriend asked you to come to the club he was promoting, you always brought that emo bitch with you. nam-gyu hated it. nam-gyu hated her.

but there was no getting rid of se-mi, not when you adored her to the moon and back. you liked to act as though she'd hung the moon and the stars, despite her not really doing much of anything.

se-mi was your noona, just like how nam-gyu was your oppa.

he hated to think that she was the same level as him, but you could never pick between the two of them.

he'd asked you to too many times to count.

nam-gyu really hated that bitch.

ᡣ𐭩

the drive home is quiet. some idol music you liked was playing on the car stereo, and nam-gyu tightened his grip on the steering wheel as he drove down the desolate street of your apartment complex.

you're asleep in the passenger seat, and se-mi sits in the back, her cheek pressed against the cool glass of his window. he would have shouted at her to get her skin off his shit, but you were fast asleep, the little bit of soju you'd had making you pass out as soon as his shift ended. the little dress you'd worn to the club had ridden up your thighs, the silky pink material revealing the soft flesh underneath.

his thighs.

nam-gyu reaches one hand over and squeezes the plush flesh of your thigh, his cold rings digging into the soft skin as he does so. he doesn't miss the little sound that escapes your lips despite your hazy mind.

'se-mi is spending the night, okay, gyu?'

nam-gyu can remember the soft sound of your voice as you let him know that your friend would be sleeping in the guest room of your apartment. it was a room specifically for se-mi, one that housed several articles of her clothes and toiletries, and it just blared in your boyfriends mind that she could drop in at any time considering she had a key.

it admittedly made him jealous, but he'd never say it aloud. the last time nam-gyu had tried to get rid of her, it almost ended the relationship he worked so hard to keep, his manipulations not enough to sway your adoration for your noona.

it pissed him off.

nam-gyu huffs as he shuts the car off, the haze of tonight still fogging his mind for the most part. money and drugs filled his subconscious, but nearly as much as his insecurities when it came to your relationship.

se-mi opens her door first, her tall figure coming around to open your door. nam-gyu tightens his grip on the steering wheel as she pulls you into her arms, your sleepy whines making his cock stir in his pants. he'd been on the edge for hours, and now he had to deal with your bitch of a friend until tomorrow afternoon when you and se-mi would leave for your late classes at uni. he'd probably have to jerk off in the bathroom, and just the idea of it makes nam-gyu frustrated beyond belief.

se-mi lays you on your bed, rubbing at her own tired eyes before covering you with a thin comforter. she smiles dimly, the drunken haze only spurring on her exhaustion. you turn your head into nam-gyu's pillow, breathing in his scent, a soft smile coming across your lips as you slept.

se-mi sighs, patting you on the head before heading to the door, a pissed nam-gyu standing in the doorway.

he didn't scare her. as far as se-mi was concerned, your boyfriend was just a pussywhipped junkie who most definitely didn't deserve you in any capacity.

she bumps his shoulder on her way out, and nam-gyu tightens his jaw, glaring at se-mi's retreating figure.

he shuffles into your shared bedroom, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

his cock was throbbing now, the little dress, baby pink in color, was one of his favorites. it was easy to maneuver, easy to pull up. nam-gyu climbs into bed, his dark eyes focused on your sleeping body. he was dripping into his briefs, now. his tip rubbing against the fabric painfully, and he cups his cock through the fabric of his sweatpants.

"baby..." nam-gyu nuzzles his head into your neck, taking in your scent. you had been drunk off your ass, and he knew you wouldn't be doing anything for him until se-mi left.

he couldn't wait until tomorrow night.

biting his lip, nam-gyu let's out a curse of 'fuck it' before sliding the comforter off your sleeping body, his breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sight of that pink dress hugging your figure. your thighs are practically spilling out of the fabric, the soft cotton of your panties now visible to his prying eyes.

nam-gyu groans, glancing towards the cracked door of your bedroom.

se-mi was an insomniac, but he really didn't have the mental capacity to care if she heard him.

pulling the bottom of your dress up, and then pulling the top part down below your breasts, the fabric is bunched up over your stomach, and nam-gyu wastes no time before popping a nipple in his waiting mouth. the soft flesh hardens under his tongue, and he moans immediately. his whimpers and gasps are muffled by your breast, but he somehow manages to still be loud, nam-gyu's heavy breathing echoing in the room. you whine in your sleep, your thighs squeezing together even as you're held down by your boyfriend.

the haze of the marijuana nam-gyu had smoked earlier made the throbbing of his cock intensify, and he humps his clothed cock against your inner thigh as he nursed on your tit. it felt good, good enough to have him reeling after only a few thrusts against the fat between your legs.

a thick cover of saliva is left behind once nam-gyu pops your nipple out of his mouth, sticky strings dismantling as he lets out a pathetic whine. licking his lips, nam-gyu hungrily thrusts his clothed cock against your panties, a wet spot formed in the soft fabric. a loud moan leaves him as his hips stuttered, cock jumping in his briefs as his orgasm rocks his body.

"baby... fuck!"

nam-gyu wastes no time, lifting himself from his position over you, his fingers twitch as he pulls your soaked panties off, throwing the ruined cotton across the room. something you'd most definitely nag at him about in the morning. the bare flesh of your cunt was certainly a sight, and he groans once he glides a finger between your folds, the sticky warmth clinging to his fingers.

"mgh, nam-gyu!" your eyes are hazy and you can barely keep them open, but the sensitivity of your drooling cunt had woken you up. you whimper softly, your cheek pressed into your boyfriends pillow as his index finger strokes over your clit.

you grab at nam-gyu's wrist, trying to stop him from pushing you any further.

even in your drunken haze, you remember that se-mi was in the room across the hall, and the door was cracked open. she could hear and see everything if she was awake.

"you've been teasing me all night," nam-gyu whines, his lips trailing wet kisses down your stomach. "i've been so patient, baby."

nam-gyu's lips slide over your entrance, and his tongue pokes out to run over your clit. you squeak, tears build up in your eyes at the sensitivity.

whilst nam-gyu licks and sucks at your cunt, you're unknowingly being watched by your best friend.

se-mi listens and watches through the crack of your bedroom door, her hand dipped into her pajama pants as she rubs her clit with a certain desperation. she gasps against the inside of her free hand, juices coat the inside of se-mi's thigh as she braces herself against the doorframe.

it was a beautiful sight, she thought.

your thighs were wrapped around nam-gyu's head as he fucked you with his tongue, the wet sounds were soft and erotic, it makes se-mi throb.

as you approach another orgasm, se-mi closes her eyes, only focusing on the sweet moans and whimpers leaving you. she could pretend that your shitty boyfriend wasn't there, she could imagine herself in his place. se-mi could see herself between your thighs, her nimble fingers finding that special spot inside of you.

she could treat you so much better.

"oh my... god!"

se-mi whispers her pleasure as her clit throbs painfully. she cums, her juices squirting on the inside of her pajama bottoms, absolutely ruining the flannel. thighs shaking, se-mi cracks her eyes open, only to see nam-gyu had clambered on top of you, his wet lips once again around one of your sensitive nipples.

the guilt never comes, and instead, se-mi focuses her gaze on the sight of your abused hole. she wanted nothing more than to bend you over and breed you with her strap.

se-mi retreats to her room, and nam-gyu is left to kiss and bite you in solitude.

it's only fair, he thinks.

to let se-mi get a taste of something she'd never have.

if she ever tried, he'd murder her.

YALL

this came to me in a vision, and I had to write it 💔

[concretejunglefm]

Summary: cult leader!vessel has chosen you for the task of proving your unwavering devotion to him as your guide, your purpose.

Pairing: cult leader!vessel x reader.

CW: includes mentions of oral (m receiving), cult themes, power imbalance, corruption kink, reader referred to by pet name (dove), vessel has a prince albert piercing.

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

Eagle eyes gaze upon him, full of wonder and compliance. They ache to be seen, desperate to be heard, and as they stand and watch, they cling to his every word.

They call him Vessel, a carrier of the Lord’s word, gifted with the voice of a siren. Every song he sings is taken as gospel—a truth they long to live by.

It’s an endless loop: the crowd feeds his ego, and he feeds them back through his deliverance, his words. By the end, they leave feeling reborn, full of purpose, while he walks away satisfied, pleased with another group successfully brainwashed.

And yet, it’s you he’s drawn to in the crowded room—an undeniable magnetic pull. Through the sea of bodies, his eyes remain fixed on you, as though a divine light guides him through the noise.

I can give you what you want.

His voice rings out, addressing the crowd, but his attention never leaves you. He goads you to follow his words. As the wise men followed the star of Bethlehem, so too does he follow that light—unknowingly led to his fate: the one who would become his most loyal follower and, ultimately, his purpose.

Following the sermon, he asks for you by name. You’ve been chosen—to be hand delivered by his acolytes, one of the three all too eager to fulfill his request. He has plans for you, ones laced with intent. He wants to test your faith, and explore just how deeply your devotion to him truly runs.

Vessel is well aware of the honor it is to be chosen by him. He isn’t shy about it—no, he quietly revels in it. He knows they all wait, breath held, hoping to be handpicked. To be brought into his chambers. To be addressed by him personally.

He sees it in your eyes now, the way they light up, the tremble in your breath as you finally step into his space, close enough to touch him.

“Take a seat, Dove.” He gestures toward the chair placed precariously close to another, almost intimate in its positioning. You obey with a grace as radiant as the light that drew him to you.

Your eyes flicker with warmth, still marveling over him as he slowly prowls around you—predator surveying prey, a spider circling its web.

“Do you know why I invited you here?” Vessel asks, voice smooth as silk.

You shake your head. Of course you don’t. No one ever really does. He’s elusive like that, loves making his worshipers feel special, selecting those few devotees willing to give every part of themselves.

“Because, Dove…” He leans in, voice thick with meaning. “You’re special.”

The space between you vanishes. His hand slips beneath your chin, tilting your head back, guiding your gaze to meet his, where he sees the complete and utter devotion in your eyes. 

His touch, though brief, leaves you trembling. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as he moves in front of you, turning to face you fully.

He isn’t shy about the way he hangs freely beneath his loose pants—or about how many eyes ogle him. In fact, he likes the attention. He basks in it—from everyone. He knows they all see him the same way. They all want him, each drawn to him, desperate for a taste of the salvation he promises with every sermon he delivers.

He sees the way you’re looking at him now—how could you not? With the way he leans back against his desk, legs crossed, the soft fabric doing little to conceal what hangs beneath. It’s brazen, deliberate.

Despite your best efforts to avert your gaze, he catches the desire in your eyes. He knows you want to reach out and touch him, to worship him, and perhaps if you ask sweetly enough, he might just grant you that privilege.

“Special how?” Your voice is soft, sweet, dripping with a naivety that only stirs the hunger within him. The need to corrupt you and others like you.

“I’ve chosen you to show just how deep your devotion runs. How willing you are to serve the cause.”

He sounds so sure, so certain, that you can’t even think to argue. All you want is to serve him, to please him—to honor and worship.

That’s how you find yourself on your knees before him, his pants tugged down around his hips, his cock sinking into your warm, wet mouth. Your tongue swirls around him, lips parted in reverence, and every so often, you hum—soft sounds of pleasure that vibrate through him.

He rests a hand on your head, cradling you tenderly, keeping you close, your nose pressed to his pubic bone. In his other hand, he holds a piece of paper—the scripture for his next sermon.

While he practices its deliverance, you worship him with your mouth and throat, doing your best not to gag as his hips flex. The subtle press of his Prince Albert piercing brushes the back of your throat, and still, you endure. You want nothing more than to prove yourself worthy.

It’s only when you feel him spill warm ropes down your throat, his staggered groans echoing above you, that you know you’ve succeeded.

[dorkydegeneracy]

Jacob Anderson and Sam Reid really have been giving two of the best performances I think I've ever seen on TV. IWTV is honestly the most Succession-quality show I can remember from the last few years, though to be fair I haven't seen Shogun yet (I'm very behind).

EXACTLY!

I did watch Shōgun, and that show actually is absolutely deserving of all of its accolades. Granted, it doesn't scratch that itch in my hippocampus like IWTV does, but that show is phenomenal. Definitely Succession, Thrones, The Crown level imo.

This next part isn't for you nonnie, but it is highly relevant, so I'm gonna tack it on!

I am in no way suggesting that The White Lotus and Severance are bad shows. I've only seen bits of Lotus, so I truly can't give a great opinion on it. I have seen a good bit of Severance though, and I do thing that what they have created there is a very interesting story and definitely deserves recognition.

That being said, I wholeheartedly believe that if anybody watched both Severance and IWTV and had to pick which show was better, they would pick IWTV. I believe that is true, even for people who do not fuck with "genre shows." I mean, Severance is a dystopian, so the whole genre show thing is kinda moot.

The performances that Jacob and Sam deliver as the leads of this show are peak acting performances. Hands down. Even the supporting cast give performances that outshine some of these nominees.

Which is why I do think that their lack of representation in the acting categories is the most frustrating. Because if you are just gonna dismiss a show because it's about vampires and you prefer a more traditional drama okay. That pisses me off, but okay.

But what I WILL NOT tolerate is the idea that the people who are bringing Louis, Armand, Claudia, Daniel, and LESTAT to life ffs are not among the best actors on TV right now. I refuse to accept that.

Thank you for letting me continue my bullshit! Somebody has to stand up for these guys, so I volunteer as tribute!

[leonnixie]

Date Everything x Kpop Demon Hunters Idea Concept

I’ve been combining the two things I’ve been obsessed with in my head and now I’m going to make it your problem too.

So here’s what I’ve been thinking up for Saja Boys and HUNTR/X as objects.

Saja Boys:

They’re goddamn instruments gang, how could I not: Drums, Bass, Guitar, Keyboard/Keytar, Mic. I imagine them as a rock band, but I have not narrowed down what subgenre of rock I’m exactly thinking of.

Obviously Jinu is the microphone as the main man of the group. The role of vocals fits very well with the fact that Jinu is the only member we can truly find any emotional relation with throughout the movie, and vocals are the most prominent and relatable part of a band/song.

Mystery on drums because I’m obsessed with the concept of the weird, mysterious guy, who only barks, carrying the rhythm on the drums (esp as a zombieland saga fan >:D). Especially since he’s a little bit feral, I like to imagine him just going HARD.

Romance on bass because bass guitar is a sexy instrument so it fits trust. I can’t fully convey how I imagine Romance plays but I feel like his bass playing could balance out the rhythm section with Mystery on drums, providing a solid groove and is GOOD at it.

Abby on guitar cuz it's a flashy instrument and he loves flashing us lol. Guitar is also a lead instrument and Abby is the second most talkative member after Jinu, so it makes sense in my head that those two take the lead roles in the band.

I really like the idea of Baby Saja being on the keyboard/keytar (I can’t decide in my head which one works better). Baby’s whole concept of leaning into the infantilisation of kpop idols for popularity but is a hot ADULT MAN with absolute BARS (like seen in Your Idol), is a two sided concept that would work so well for this band idea. The keyboard in a band provides melody, harmony and versatility, but I like to imagine Baby just absolutely shredding when given the opportunity to.

HUNTR/X:

Hear my out on this one, I pondered on what objects would fit this trio like a lot a lot a lot. Some other ideas I had were: a weapon set hung up on the wall, and a camera including the camera itself (Rumi), the memory card (Zoey) and the flash/lens attachment (Mira). However, the concept I ended up really liking is a Karaoke Machine set, and lemme tell you why.

The type of karaoke machine I’m thinking of is one that are like self contained, has all of the songs, got its own screen, speaker and everything, you can connect it to like your TV if you want but you don’t have to.

Mira is the karaoke machine itself/speakers. Her as a character and an object is flashy, fashionable, loud and aggressive, solid in who/what she is, even if she doesn’t truly fit in as an object, because really, where does a karaoke machine like that go in the house. But it doesn’t matter when she is with Rumi and Zoey because with them, she fits in, with them she is given purpose.

Zoey as part of the set is the song book. As the lyricist of the group it’s almost perfect that she represents the object that contains all the songs and details. She expressed that she has felt useless and weird with all her song lyrics and notebooks but with Huntrix these notes are given purpose and meaning. The song book by itself doesn’t really provide any value but in the context of karaoke, it’s practically vital so you don’t have to go through any trouble. A good thing with this karaoke concept is that the more songs in the book, the better - the more Zoey, the better. Again, like with Mira, these guys are given purpose when together. THE embodiment of ‘frequently bought together, do not separate’. 

RUMI IS THE MIC FOR THE KARAOKE MACHINE AND I’M LIKE SO ECSTATIC THAT IT COMES BACK FULL CIRCLE. CUZ RUMI AND JINU ARE BOTH MICROPHONES, JUST FOR DIFFERENT PURPOSES. THE SAME WAY THEY’RE ONE IN THE SAME - BOTH DEMONS - BUT FIGHTING FOR DIFFERENT SIDES.

Full caps cuz I’m genuinely so gassed that it works so well. I also really like the idea of Jinu and Rumi having a story arc helping each other explore what they are as objects/mics. Rumi is given purpose within the karaoke set, buuut the idea that Rumi could be something else, something more, encouraged by Jinu, would be a cool conflict part of their story when the houseowner interacts with them.

Her being the mic fits soo well especially knowing that in the movie, Mira and Zoey expressed that they couldn’t succeed gold without Rumi's voice. Without the mic, what the hell are you going to do with a karaoke machine and song book.

Then again what are you going to do with just a mic and a book, or a machine and mic without knowing what the songs are.

I have so many ideas brewing for this concept and I can totally yap even more but I needed to share groundwork for these worms brewing in my head before I go crazy.

[lamusedhermes]

Get to know yourself.

Sometimes, all you have to do is ask yourself.

If I stripped away every role I play - student, child, friend, employee - what would be left of me? (Who am I when there is no one to impress, help, or belong to?)

What do I ache for when l'm alone and no one's watching? (Is it love, purpose, recognition, adventure, peace? Why that?)

When in my life have I felt truly alive — and what exactly made me feel that way? (Was it risk, connection, creativity, freedom? Be specific.)

What am I most afraid people would think if they knew the real me? (What does that say about the parts of myself I hide?)

What do I keep returning to — in thoughts, dreams, daydreams - even if I've never pursued it? (Is there a recurring pull toward something I've ignored or buried?)

What parts of myself do I reject, and who taught me to reject them? (Is that rejection really mine — or was it inherited from someone else's fear or pain?)

If f I could press a button and know the honest truth about one thing in my life what would I ask? (And am I ready to hear the answer?)

In what ways am I still performing, even in private? (Do I ever act for an imagined audience — and why?)

What does my resistance say about my deepest needs or wounds? (When / avoid something - like connection, failure, stillness — what is that avoidance protecting?)

What would it mean to live a life that is completely mine? (Not what I "should" do — but what my soul would choose, if it could speak clearly.)

[labyrinthofsphinx]

Pft the only thing Al is addicted to is the taste of human flesh

Actually that has me wondering about the nature of Al's (and by extension Rosie's) thing with cannibalism. They like to do it, but; is it an addiction? A need? or essentially just "a lifestyle"?

Like, would Al be able to swear off eating people if he really wanted to? Or would it be the sort of thing he'd have to work through...

Idk its interesting to think about at any rate.

Well, I guess a bit more talk. Some minor spoilers I suppose:

So...in terms of the AU, you are really on the right track.

For Rosie, it is very much a lifestyle choice, a part of the habitual nature of the community she's kinda built around herself and her business. We're going to get into it more later, but Rosie has inherited quite a bit of wealth from her late husbands, but she still owns and operates a business as well. She's very much of the opinion that she can take care of herself, without needing to be financially dependent on anyone, including her late husbands. The cannibalism is a part of her business, reminiscent of the emporium she runs in Hazbin proper. Her pride is that her customers can get just about anything they could want or need at her shop, and she really does mean just about anything (hence the cannibalism). She does have normal customers too though! The cannibalism is something that started a while ago for her which, though she indulges in daily, is very much a lifestyle choice. She could chose to quit, but she wouldn't.

Alastor on the other hand...well. That's a different story entirely. It might've started off as a curiosity, but it bred a kind of...hunger that just won't be satisfied anymore. I can't go into the 'why' too much, but I can tell you that while Alastor truly believes it's his 'choice' to indulge...it is most certainly not anymore. He can't stop, even if he tried...and if he did try, well...bad things might occur if he doesn't satisfy that hunger...

That's all I'll say for now ;)

But thanks for the ask!

[jackfuckingtwist]

i’ve been thinking about robin and his relationship/approach to violence especially in the wake of the s2 premiere.

to begin with this man is not from a fighting background. he did physical labor and probably has incredible upper arms, but he wasn’t brawling anybody. not from the stories he tells, anyway. and despite how he is treated he speaks as if he was quite content at home until things around him started to get weird. until his friends slowly started disappearing and he woke up one night covered in blood and surrounded by dead wolves. so he leaves for folkmoot hoping for an explanation. (and probably before he finds himself waking up in front of a dead body that is unequivocally not a wolf).

but he leaves for folkmoot completely unarmed despite the danger of the woods being common knowledge, especially with the collapse of infrastructure. (you can probably say naïveté is a factor here but i personally think its more interesting as a deliberate choice on his part. especially because he still turns down weapons when offered.)

so he meets everybody right outside of folkmoot. and the first thing he (and everybody else) sees is an angry mob chasing lug. but robin has a very interesting approach to combat situations. i have noticed that when he is attacking, high damage numbers are never his goal. he knows he can’t compete with a spell or a hammer. robin’s attacks are about buying time and getting as many bystanders out of the fray as possible. he is fragile (4HP lmfao) but he is not weak, and he uses the strength he has to position himself in between the person and the threat (especially if they are being wrongly accused, as robin has a very strong sense of fairness and if somebody is being scapegoated he gets very irritated very quickly).

for example, once happen gets lug into relative safety in the bushes, robin puts himself between them and tries to convince them to run the other way. he is not very convincing, and when he’s called out on it he claims he was just messing about, but there’s a little more going on there (what i said about robin and fairness comes in here a little i think).

and later in the episode, when the man misuses magic and turns into a monster, the monster is able to be defeated relatively quickly because robin’s first instinct was to raise the alarm rather than stand there and throw stones.

another example from s1 is when they are running from the gabble ratchets, when willowfine trips and he doubles back to help her get back into the trees. and i truly believe that he would have gone back no matter who it was, regardless of which member of the party or if it was one of the people they were traveling with. thats just the kind of person robin is. nobody gets left behind as long as he is there. he is unwilling to give up control of his body to morven by taking care of himself and sleeping, but he is more than happy to relinquish control to use himself as a human shield. when he pops back into combat at the end of s1, his first thought is “where is everybody else”

and yet despite all of these shows of courage, and players and npcs alike referring to robin as “brave,” violence frightens and deeply disturbs him. in that first fight, he originally arranged with lug for each of them to jump out of the bushes and attack together. but then robin sees the men throw sickles at happen and he hesitates and doesn’t come out until the magic users have for the most part subdued the attackers. this was (presumably) the first true display of violence he’s seen since leaving home, and he is out of his depth.

later, when he finds out about morven, it is the killing that she does that distresses robin the most. his mood immediately sours and he says he doesn’t want to hurt people anymore. and when lug accidentally insinuates that some of the people morven killed were innocent, he is quite distraught. after the final battle in season one, happen asks robin if he wants to know what happened and robin says, “not really, it sounded scary and horrible.” happen tries to tell him anyway and he groans (but luckily for robin they get sidetracked instantly by mention of beatrice). when he does finally fight back in that opening battle in the first episode, his aim isnt to kill. he wants to knock out the guard in front of him so that he’s no longer in pain.

so this is where i finally arrive at my point. all of this just makes it so that to me it really sticks out in this episode when the powler starts bearing down on them and a spell finally bursts out of robin. because it’s not an eldritch blast or a thorn whip. it’s not a devastating attack that is going to turn the tide of the battle. it’s magic circle. it is an abjuration. it is, essentially, a protection spell. and it’s how they win. and (if youve watched the episode 2 preview) we know it wasn’t morven.

[212thghost]

the true horror of the Watcher

i’ve gone on about this is one of my other posts already (and im gonna repeat myself a bit) and i’ve seen some other people talk about it, but i really want to get all my thoughts out about this. 

throughout the show, we see the Eye manifesting as betrayal of consent. honestly, what’s so terrifying about being watched, observed, or even judged if you consent to it? if you know you’re being watched and are okay with it, if you share a secret willingly and gladly. even horrible and devastating knowledge is best processed when you’re prepared. a huge part of the Eye’s horror is that it’s completely against your will. you don't want to be watched or you don’t even know. your worst secret somehow got out and now everyone knows. the discovery you just made completely blindsided you. it takes away your autonomy, your privacy, and your security. more so, it’s a perfect breeding ground for paranoia. what if it happens again, what if your secrets are never safe again, who will betray me next? this particular manifestation is a perfect tool for the Watcher. 

one of the most obvious examples is Jon and Elias having the ability of Compulsion. they can literally force anybody to tell them anything they want, and once they ask the question you physically cannot make yourself stop speaking!! Daisy describes it as “your secrets pulled out like teeth, just because he asked.” (MAG 91) not only are your darkest secrets being revealed but they are taking it from you. 

Jon is made into the ‘Archives’ by Elias without truly understanding what he was being groomed for. and this is absolutely NOT to say that Jon was completely unwilling or that in a thousand little ways, he didn’t choose to be an avatar. i mean that Jon was being groomed into the perfect lynchpin for Elias’s ritual since Day 1 and he had no idea. Elias sends him on little quests, throws avatars his way, and puts him in situations for the sole purpose of getting him Marked by the Entities. Jon has no say in these encounters nor does he know what they really mean. Jon might’ve chosen to be an avatar but he had no say in participating in the Watcher’s Crown. i'm not even going to get into Jon’s overall relationship with his body but we all know it’s abysmal.

and i have to talk about the “Hello Jon” because this is a complete and horrific breach of Jon’s autonomy in so so many ways. for one, he cannot even stop reading the ritual once he begins and he so desperately tries. the fact Elias tricks him into summoning the Entities by writing the incantation as a statement is what really gets me. Jon feeds off statements. i know this is probably going to sound silly or melodramatic, but Elias pretty much slips something in his food. imagine you’re eating a sandwich and there’s a fucking explosive in it. in so many different ways, Jon’s autonomy is completely stripped for the entirety of this episode. he cannot stop speaking, he cannot move, he was deceived, and the means of this betrayal was in something he believed and trusted would be safe. 

Jon routinely reads people’s minds, and while it (usually) isn’t intentional, he still breaches their consent. the others, for example Basira, makes a point to tell that he is not welcome snooping around in their heads. we have the entire MAG 142 incident. Jon finds someone Marked and he takes her statement, he pulls it from her lips, and part of the horror is that she could not stop herself from speaking. she has no say in the matter, her secrets are spilled out before this stranger who will not stop watching her just because he asked. the statement giver says, “I want to tell him to, to go away; I, I wanted to kick him and run. But I sit down. And I start to tell him everything.” (MAG 142)

also Jon cuts a bullet out of Melanie without asking while she’s asleep. Jon makes Jordan Kennedy into an avatar without asking; he remakes him, almost how Elias remade Jon. Gertrude, as well! She binds Gerry to the Catalogue of the Trapped Dead! I have to think she knows he’d hate that, but she does it anyway. Gerry has no autonomy here. 

some might be thinking: isn’t all fear pretty nonconsensual? yeah. i understand this argument, but i'm specifically talking about the way the Eye purposefully utilizes a breach of consent to create even more horror and fear. also, some of the subtle horror of the Entities is that sometimes it doesn’t betray you. in s4, Martin chooses to isolate himself. while this choice is one he made under Peter’s persuasion, his trauma and abysmal self-worth, and his misguided attempt to protect the others, the emotions that feed the Lonely are from a willing and conscious choice. Martin willingly chooses to give himself to that fear and isolation. that’s what makes it so horrifying. his autonomy was never disrespected and, if anything, Peter could not force him at all for his plan to work. 

what really sells me on this concept is from the Watcher’s Crown Incantation. it says, “You who wait and wait and drink in all that is not yours by right.” (MAG 160) the Eye is not entitled to all its knowledge. it is not entitled to see you. it does not deserve your secrets or fear or history. it takes it. the Eye drinks in information hungrily and greedily, it pulls it from your mind like teeth with no real comprehension except for a cold and malicious desire to know all that there is. it does not ask or plan or wait or persuade, it simply takes what it wants.

[zombieswalk]

The Marvel things is baffling to me because it vamr out around 2020 which is kinda after the height of cultural zeitgeist of superheroes began to wane with market oversaturation (largely to MCU spitting out movies cosntantly plus DC flailing with their films lol). It also looks like the Marvel part if the app is stylised after the comics not the films so perhaps that was a cheaper since Disney has MCU in a death grip.

Also good point about Zombies being very popular impound the time ZR was released, I forgot how popular zombie media was in 2010s (I never got into any of it including The Walking Dead that used to be massively popular).

I do wonder what are the running costs of ZR since most stuff can be contracted out on freelance basis (voice acting, editing, writing is likely not payroleld although if Naomi Alderman was one of teh creators her contract might have been different). It does seem like they might have struggled to advertise the app as it kinda disappeared from public consciousness apart from some old news articles and lipsticks for gamified sports apps. With initial interest dying down the word of mouth might have not been enough since uhh I heard about it on a podcast around 2016 and never against since (actually two podcasts bc hosts were using it and talked about it)

Im truly fascinated but without any public statements we can only speculate. I kinda also wonder if the app was sold because the main folks behind it just wanted to do something else with their lives,I really don't want to think it was just a cash grab since I saw they sold it for a ton of money. Just the company that owns S2S managed to get into crypto bro bs since then (I'd be passed if I though an app I put so much work into and thought went to a good sports company got stuck with company trying to push crypto sports app)

(Also I'm looking forward dmto s2 then! I truly wasn't expecting ting such a good emotional voice acting and when I was listening to Doctor Mayers and her wife'messege I had to work hard to keep straight face in the park lol)

I picked objectively the worst ride to pick up Zombies, Run again considering the current corporate owners doing crypto bs and axing all but 2 staff members at Six to Start but uhhh hopefully they won't pull the plug before I got through the story missions

It's sad because ice heard about Zombies Run years ago and wanted to try but never had money for it. I'm also not fit or a runner so I told myself when if I ally start running I will pciknit up. And I did for a bit, twice in 2022 and 2023 but I never stuck with running and I adopted using the app. But I want to know the story of Abel Township. I'm especially worried that if OliveX destroysvthe company then all the story will become lost media and I will never know

I'm on some of my worst fitness level rn, I getvwidned after 20 minutes walk but the weather is warm and I live near a park. I need something to motivate me to go outside so why not Zombies Run to accompany a daily walk now?

So here I am, a returning Runner 5, or rather Walker 5

Wish me luck

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4)

[simcardiac-arrested]

ur probably sick of seeing posts like these but i just want to sit here and muse about how, well, i enjoy tumblr #mytumblr not just because of all the obvious stuff like how it’s not run on an algorithm, and because it’s one of the only social media that i don’t have to jump through hoops to use and that isn’t phone-exclusive (for me)

but i think my favorite thing has to be the askblogs, and running one. which is weird, because if you asked me as little as 3 years ago what i loved most about tumblr, i’d probably say “uh, looking at owl house posts, i guess?”, it’s weird because i never actually planned to make one and created it on a whim based on a few random people’s tags, and even then it was made mostly as a joke. i just never thought about it before—i grew up with askblogs, an era of tumblr that was truly as magical as it was catastrophic (as all things that get vaguely popular), but i never thought about making one because: it’s a commitment, it seems like a lot, i’m inconsistent, how would i draw for it every single time, etc etc all that good stuff

but then i just made it. and fuck me is it the most fun thing ever. it doesn’t have to be consistent. it doesn’t have to be perfect, or polished, or anything really. it just has to be. to exist out there in the world and be open to messages. the most it has to be is loved by me and by u guys.

and that’s the thing! the best thing—i love involving u guys in my writing, pushing the characters in one direction and then the next, seeing where that takes us (because i don’t always know either, that’s what writing is all about babeyyy). i love that i don’t have to just post the most important plot beats one after the other and have the story be done there. i love that i get to weave the development through vaguely connected, sometimes relevant but sometimes completely random joke asks. that i don’t have to write a whole ass novel of build-up or draw everything as one long-running comic just to make my characters feel like they actually exist and react to the things around them, that they’re not just here to get from point a to b. and i love that you’re all part of it. the story seriously just wouldn’t be the way it is without all of you guys who are always so curious to ask something, or call a character out (depending on how much they need to be humbled COUGHHHHCOUGHHHHH)

so yeah, i’m just forever grateful for all of you and for the fact that tumblr allows things like these to happen. i have no idea what other site could possibly offer the same sort of experience, or anything similar, but i am just forever in love with the fact that it’s something you can do here. i wouldn’t trade it for anything. what a cool fucking thing to be able to do

[aslibekroglu]