#and they resort to other things because of that…

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𐙚 ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ...  ╰┈➤ 𝚋𝚘𝚋 𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: E.T by katy perry (3:26) // 𝄞⨾ ࣪𓍢ִ໋ " you're from a whole 'nother world, a different dimension.. " 𖤐.ᐟ

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) literally always taking care of you if sentry or void comes out during sex he's ensuring that none of them hurt you or degraded you in a harmful way, will be at your beck and call for hours on end.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) his torso, he likes the way you ogle at him when his shirt peaks up a little bit - and how surprised you were when you realised that he was fully ripped, and how you like to drag your hands over his abs when he's on top of you.

he likes your hands a lot, he's completely addicted to your touch and obsessed by the way you feel him - he likes your hands in his mouth, wrapped around his cock or pushing at his shoulders when you get overstimulated.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) bob is just HELLA messy with cum, the man has a spit kink you cannot tell me that he doesn't adore messy sex and smearing his cum on your stomach, face tits, inner thighs or just fully eating it out of you afterwards and lapping it up like. A. DOG.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) he kind of gets off on the fact that other people can hear the two of you, therefore him being kind of loud during sex. people commonly infantilise him and say that he's not capable of certain things, so showing that he can fuck gives him an ego booster - even if that means walker staring at him awkwardly for the entire week like he didn't hear bob deriving unholy sounds from you from the other side of the tower.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) i feel like bob is very limited with his experiences and hasn't really had the time to really learn about himself or the needs of his partner, (i talk about this in i) but pre-serum bob used to turn to hookups a shit ton but never did do much outside p in v and stuff.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) sentry's favourite position is missionary, being able to push your legs to your chest and fuck is cock so deep into you makes him so goddamn happy.

the void's favourite position is you on your knees in doggy style, or if he places you across the bed, your head draped over the edge of it so he can use your throat as his own personal fucktoy, but let's be for real he's pathetic as fuck.

but bob, ever so simple bob loves for you to ride him or missionary, he loves seeing your pretty little face and understand that he is what's making you feel good and likes the power control when you're on top of him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) he likes it to be funny sometimes if it's really intimate and non-judgemental, but usually he'll think that he's doing something wrong and gets caught up in his own head.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) bob doesn't care about hair in the fucking slightest, he'll clean himself up every so often - but to be honest i dont think he gives a shit about hair on you either.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) he values romance and intimacy so much because it takes a lot for him to fully trust someone in a way like this, because i full heartedly believe that when bob was addicted/pre-serum he just stuck to hookups and didn't want to burden someone with all of his issues and trauma by getting into a relationship but wanted the high and pleasure that came with sex. (i need to hug and kiss him better)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) he believes that his hands not enough to suffice sometimes, but he'll resort to jerking off when it becomes desperate times - he likes it messy but still placed his shirt in his teeth so he doesnt drool everywhere or get cum on his shirt.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) spit kink!! we all saw that man literally drooling when he was about to sneeze, and you cannot tell me he practically drools during sex or when you go down on him - or when he's going down on you it's messy and wet and we love that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) in your bedroom or shower is his favourite place, but when no one else is around he'll settle for the couch in the living room or the kitchen counter.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) he loves you and can get pretty turned on with you around but specifically when you're complimenting him or touching him - even if its a light brush against his arm that you don't notice, he sure does.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) hurt you, like at all - he hates the idea of injuring you during sex when it's supposed to be romantic and intimate and also with all of his past he really is deterred from that idea and is constantly checking with you that you're okay/feel good.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) GIVING 100%, he does like it when you go down on him but cmon! he's a drooling mess when he goes down on him, sure its messy and sloppy because he's inexperienced but it adds to it .

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) sentry is fast and praising (but in a mocking way) bob is slow and sensual (because ofc he is) void is fast, rough and degrading

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) i think bob mainly does quickies as sentry because sentry's a busy guy and doesn't have time to dwell on you, he has bigger things to do outside of you - bob takes it slow and sensual like i said before!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) very limited exhibitionism, he'll fuck you in the watchtower's open spaces as long as no one is there, he's open to atleast trying something in the bedroom with you a atleast once because he likes to experiment with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) with that sentry serum... he can go on forever (typically more so if sentry is the one who's in charge) but i feel like bob is just majorly touch starved all the time and can cum pretty easily.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) a strap on guys idk who said that.. ya'll dabble in pegging, i feel it - it just fucks the angst out of bob. i feel like he's rlly open to toys in the bedroom then gets a little insecure about how much pleasure its giving you and replaces the silicone.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) sentry and void like to mock and tease when they're balls deep inside of you or have their fingers shoved into your pussy, but bob doesn't really do that all that often - he still does give the occasional one liner but thats just accidental sometimes, soft dom bob does some teasing im sure of it, but he's mainly trying to commit the experience to his mind so whatever he says, he says.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) like i said in D (dirty secret) this man loves to be loud and makes sure that people can hear the two of you, mainly moans and whimpers from him along with a shit ton of praises and pleas.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) uhhh i've kind of said a lot of wack shit for this entire alphabet, but mainly the entire pegging thing i covered in T.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) tell me why i think it increased because of the sentry serum, he was already pretty big pre-serum, but i think it mainly just got girthier and increased like an inch or a half maybe !!!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) BOB. YEARNS. he's a touch starved intimate man, like if you're looking so pretty during a morning meeting he's just staring at you like a lost puppy the entire time and is actively trying to ignore the growing bulge in his pants, this tied with the super serum and this man's sex drive is high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) i feel like bob doesn't sleep well in general, but with people - specifically with you, he sleeps way better. but he always makes sure you are asleep before him, even if that means staying up for a couple more hours.

[princessbumbles-blog]

Abby watches you having sex.

Summary: Abby has just discovered something incredible. When the gym no longer satisfies her need to numb all the pain, she finds a new obsession: You. She is thirsty to be yours. Ready to fold under your grip and spread her legs for you. Bur first, she needs to win her way into your bed.

PART I

Compulsions are more common than people think. Usually, it is something you see in other people, in extreme, intense, and blatant cases. However, few people talk about the silent compulsions that are part of all of us, masked in our daily lives.

In abnormal scenarios, where life has left its usual meaning at the doorstep, and thrown people to the wolves, compulsions have become as recurrent as death. And no one mentions it, but everyone knows that they exist, in their unconscious, but they prefer to erase them from their conscious memory like fools watching magicians pull rabbits out of hats.

Abby, in her case, knows that she resorted to certain things to drown out everything she felt.

If she couldn't breathe, she would lift weights, if she couldn't sleep, she would lift weights, if she was anxious, she would lift weights, if she was frustrated, she would lift weights until her muscles gave up and separated from her bones. There was no harm in it, after all, she would become stronger for life in the WLF and especially, and more importantly, for the day she would find the bastard who had put a bullet in her father's head. It would feel so good to feel her punch, three times stronger than any man's, breaking the bones in the son of a bitch's face.

However, four years had already passed, and a lot of shit had happened, except what should have happened.

She couldn't find anything about the damn Man. She was already at her muscular peak and she was starting to feel that the relief and euphoria that the gym used to give her was starting to disappear. After all, after 4 years of the same thing, the brain starts looking for a new addiction. Somewhere, anywhere.

Until one day, by the grace or misfortune of the Gods, Abby found what she was looking for in the place she least expected.

Manny needed you for a last minute patrol, and forced Abby to go look for you. Obviously, Abby started in your room, where you spent most of your free time, reading. She had known you for three years, so she was comfortable enough to go to your door, not knock, and just open it. Yes, you had lost your room key, and now you had to live with the misfortune of an unlocked door until they found a replacement. And that had never been a problem until Abby decided to come in at the worst time.

Not that you knew, because you didn't even notice that Abby had opened the door a little and stood there, staring at you while you rode some random girl, pussy against pussy, between each other's legs. Your hand gripping the girl's breast, while yours swung freely on your chest, following the movement of your body, your parted lips letting out the most obscene moans Abby had ever heard. Your expression of pleasure was so dirty, that Abby didn't know what to feel or do with herself.

Again,Abby had known you for three years... she knew perfectly well that you had a casual sex life... but never in her life - obviously! - had she seen you like that, naked, doing that, your body doing that. She had never seen you, or even imagined it, in such an intimate, shameless and dirty way.

She didn't even know much about lesbian sex (she had only dated Owen) and she had never been very interested in sex, because from the experiences she had had, it had never been anything special... until she saw you on top of the girl and until she saw the way your breasts were bouncing.

Was she supposed to like that? It seemed forbidden or even impossible!

It took her a while to realize that she was - in fact - enjoying it and how addictive it was to watch. He stood there, watching you increase the pace, massaging the other girl's breasts, giving little slaps that made the slut moan louder.

Slut? Had Abby just called the other girl that? Oh my god, what am I doing, Abby thought.

But she couldn’t stop watching, especially when you leaned back a little and began to massage your own pussy while still moving against the other girl. Abby felt a heat flood her belly, and an unusual pressure between her legs. She watched you reach your orgasm, and Abby felt a strong shiver.

In the end, she left the room, and tried her best to avoid you for the rest of the day.

Luckily, she did managed to avoid you, but at night you came back, not in person, but in her mind.

Abby couldn’t close her eyes without her brain wandering to what she had seen. Everything in detail. So, she slid her hand inside her pants. If Abby had never been interested in sex, she had never been interested in masturbation. She knew how it worked, but she never knew what to imagine, or what to do to turn herself on. But now...oh but now she had you...a long time friend she saw as family...now Abby's fingers moved against her pussy with a desire she hadn't felt in years.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck

Abby masturbated for days and days.

Clearly she couldn't see you the same way anymore. Now, there was a new light surrounding you. A new meaning. The way you laughed didn't mean the same anymore, just like the clothes you wore, the way you moved, how your chest swayed with your movements, how your lips moved, your hands, your legs, your ass...

Was that what Manny saw? Everything he said and Abby never paid attention to, was that it? Liking women? Was Abby feeling attracted to a woman? Surely women were more interesting than men, surely you were more interesting than Owen. How had Abby never realized that?

The women in the WLF were funnier, more interesting, more organized, more mature, more intense, they spoke of love and sex in a magical way, everything they did was magical compared to the Men, and now Abby could finally see it in a new light...

Now the Women's bodies spoke to her in a new language.

But the most incredible thing was that no one compared to you. Out of all the women, you continued to be the most luminous.

Abby always liked you the most, you were the best friend she had and now... oh and now she wished she could be in your bed. She wished she could be the one receiving everything you had to give. She didn't understand a thing about sex between women, and the idea of ​​you doing everything you wanted to her was... exciting... it was so fucking exciting, in fact, it was addictive to think about it constantly, and imagine everything... everything you could do to her. It was so much better to occupy her mind with you, with no space left for other bad things.

With this new revelation, Abby decided to start to flirt with you. Subtle, at first, of course. She was thirsty to be yours but she couldn't rush things, right?

She felt so silly. She was a soldier - a killer - and now she was acting like a stupid teenager discovering sex for the first time, but fuck that. She needed you.

On her first tries, Abby was NERVOUS. First, her eyes staying some more seconds then usual on yours. Second, little touches here and there that didn't exist before. Then, dirty jokes. Abby already used to do that, but now she tried to be more blunt and direct, shamelessly. She didn’t know if it was working, until she realized you thought she was straight.

God dammit. How could she clear that up without giving it away?

Then the perfect opportunity came along. Manny. That idiot only talked about sex, and he would get others to talk about it too. So, in the middle of a conversation, Abby made a comment that piqued Manny's curiosity.

"I thought you only liked men?!" he asked and Abby shrugged her shoulders

"I like both" she said in a casual tone of voice as if none of that mattered.

She didn't even pay attention to what Manny said next, when she looked up at you again, you were STARING at her. Abby felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew she had short-circuited your beautiful head.

Just as she had predicted, you began to pay more attention to her, as if she were now a puzzle that you no longer understood, and Abby took full advantage of this. When she felt your gaze on her, Abby would purposely lick her soup spoon slowly, flex her muscles, work out at the gym at the same time as you, keept up the dirty jokes. Sometimes, she would even flirt with other girls in front of you. After all, this was new to her, and although her goal was you, she liked the adrenaline rush and satisfaction of flirting with a woman for the first time in her life.

You, of course, began to question everything. Literally everything you knew about Abby, everything you had seen her do, say or insinuate. You went over everything in your mind, looking for any signs you had missed, anything that gave away this revelation. How had you missed this? Abigail is bisexual, since when?

You went through all the stages of grief.

First, denial. It couldn’t be true. You were the gayest person on that stupid base, and Abby had never shown any interest in the subject.

Then, anger started to rise. You didn’t know where it came from. Maybe you were angry that she had never told you or that you had never guessed. No, it was really anger that she had never told you. How could she? You were friends, very close friends, Abby had helped you take a shit, when you got so drunk that the hangover the next day haunted you like you were going to die, and you were practically a corpse being held by Abby even in the toilet. Why had she kept this from you?

Then you started to question everything, or should I say: assume. Finding reasons why she had hidden it. It would have been easier to ask Abby, but for some reason, you didn't have the courage. Maybe it was because you were embarrassed. If she hadn't told you, it was because there was a reason. Maybe she didn't trust you, maybe you were something bad, maybe she felt forced to be your friend, or maybe she didn't want you to assume that she liked you if she came out. You felt like an idiot. Why would Abigail Anderson even like you? You were the most ordinary person in that place. With an ordinary appearance and a personality that blended in with the others. You were lucky to have casual sex because there weren't many gay girls in the WLF, so everyone had to make do with the little there was. If Abby had been interested in you, she probably would have said something sooner.

With all these thoughts, sadness and disappointment take hold of you.

Meanwhile, Abby was euphoric, which was kind of hilarious, but anyway... Abby continued with her plan to flirt with you, which was strangely going wrong since you weren't picking up on any of the signs. What was going on? Were you blind?

It was then that Abby decided to be more bold with her advances.

One day, you were in the gym working out, focused on finishing your set, not allowing your mind to dwell on anything it shouldn’t. When you were done, you looked up and there she was, Abby, looking at you. Right at you, with a small smile. You thought it was odd, but you were too depressed to figure out what kind of smile it was.

After the usual two-minute rest, you prepared for the last rep. As you did the exercise, you felt Abby approaching. She stood there, still, watching. Through the effort, you saw how her eyes were glued to your body. Were you doing something wrong? Suddenly one of her hands grabbed the inside of your thigh, firmly.

"Focus here on this muscle, don't help with your spine, focus here," she said, speaking slowly and squeezing your flesh harder and harder through the fabric of your pants.

You stared at her, stunned. Abby had corrected you before, but not like this.

Abby, on the other hand, had her heart pounding. Squeezing your thigh was bold. Maybe she shouldn't have done it, but damn your thighs were wonderfully full, and with more training in the gym, you could sculpt them beautifully. You were so attractive it hurt.

The next few attempts were increasingly bold, and most of them happened in the gym, when you were alone, with your bodies more exposed, sweaty, with your testosterone levels high.

Abby was doing hip thrusts, proving to you that she could lift your body weight. You teased her, saying that the weights didn't exactly match your weight. It was a lame excuse, but you just wanted to tease Abby. Then she challenged you to sit on top of her so she could lift you up. You laughed, but the look in Abby's eyes told you that she wasn't joking. She took the equipment away and waited, incredibly attractive, daring you with her eyes to sit there.

You swallowed the saliva in your mouth, and there you went. You sat down carefully.

Oh shit, Abby looked so beautiful, with all the effort and sweat. With the first pelvic lift, you almost flew off her lap, so Abby grabbed you by the waist, digging her fingers into your skin and holding you tightly against her, doing the exercise without any problems.

The worst of all was the dam eye contact. Abby's brow was furrowed, her lips twitched with the effort, sometimes she made suggestive sounds, all this without taking her eyes off you, pressing you against her. Her hands on your waist.

What the hell was that tension? You couldn't understand if it was real or just in your head.

"So, what now?" She asked mid exercise."You are so easy under my grip"

You blushed. What the actual fuck was happening!?!? Since when was Abigail like this....could she....was she flirting with you?

Part II

[goatlilly]

Addressing Problems vs. Name Calling

There are a lot of people on the internet trying to persuade other people to listen to their opinions by calling other people names—racist, transfobic, homofobic, sexist, to name a few—but is doing this really helping anyone? To be fair, a lot of these people being called those names are, in fact, racist/transfobic/homofobic/sexist/etc., but is calling them that really going to help them change their world view? The expected result might be that the person will crumble once they realize that they’re a nasty racist/transfob/homofob/sexist/etc., but usually when attacked with hostile language they’re more likely to get defensive, dig their heels in, and start arguing about the labels while the important parts of what was said go ignored. Even in the “best case scenario” where they do listen, hate-labels tend to have the effect of shutting down any potential discussion of the topic in the future. Often a person won’t say what they once thought for fear of being called nasty names. They might even spend nights crying in their room because someone told them they’re a bad person, instead of feeling empowered to be better. Labels stick to people, even after they’ve expired, and it’s hard for a person not to feel defined or boxed in by what others say about them.

This isn't definite, of course—some people really do step up in the face of being called out for their bigotry, and those people are certainly worthy of respect--but isn’t there a better way to address problems than resorting to juvenile name calling and click-bait buzz words? Back when I was in English class in Highschool learning how to write argumentative essays, my teacher made a point of telling us to avoid using pronouns such as I or You as much as possible. Why? Because the minute the word “I” is used, it makes an argument just the author’s opinion rather than fact, making it impersonal and unimportant. When “you” is used in an argument, it makes it personal to the person on the other end of the essay. Suddenly it’s no longer an intellectual experiment—now it’s about “you”, and when everything is about “you”, whatever argument the author is presenting becomes a much bigger pill to swallow.

Instead of making an argument for why someone is racist, what if we simply wrote an argument about why people of all races should be treated with respect? What if instead of stating that people are transfobic, we helped people understand why people transition and what sort of struggles they face? What if instead of calling someone homofobic, we told them why same-sex marriages and partnerships are important? What if instead of calling someone sexist, we talked about the strengths of women and their irreplaceable contributions to the world? What if we started lifting instead of tearing down, and instead of laughing at the people in the figurative ditch we got down there and helped them climb out?

I know a lot of people who weren’t homofobic/racist/sexist/transfobic growing up—they just had questions. They asked those questions, with genuine curiosity, and then were told that because they had those questions they were bad people. Almost no one bothered to answer them, or explain to them why their views were incomplete. Instead they shot them down, told them not to have questions, and pretty soon those people I knew started becoming all those things everyone told them they were. It’s normal to have questions, and it’s good to look for answers. Not one person on this earth knows all the answers. None of us are perfect—we’re all just trying to make sense of what’s in front of us. Don’t be the person who stands on a mountain scaled by asking questions only to throw rocks down at others who are trying to make the same climb. Just because they aren’t at the summit yet doesn’t mean they aren’t trying. It’s impossible to know what a person is going through at any given time, or why they think the way they do. Especially when there’s a barrier of a screen and some imperfect walls of text preventing us from seeing the whole picture. Just be kind, be generous, and assume the best of people. Most people want to be right, so just try to help them get there. It will make the world a better place.

[0viraptoraskblog]

Hi there! I loved your other post about how Lawrence would react to a female fox-beastkin MC (or just a beastkin MC period), if you're interested in writing for it, do you think you could expand on that? More about how he'd deal with their heat, or just deal with them in general, anything works!

Much love sent your way!

Well, at first he wouldn’t understand all of your needs, and you’d probably have to explain the process to him.

For general things:

He’ll get you all of his extra blankets and let you make a nest beside his bed (although you’ll still be sleeping up beside him sometimes)

He’ll do a lot of research. Both of beastkin in general and of whatever species you are, to know everything about that animal. He becomes obsessed with it.

He always wants to touch you. Like how he touches MC’s spine in game, whispering about how much he likes it— but with your animal features. Your tail, ears, claws, whatever you might have. (He’ll learn that ears are a sensitive zone on accident one day)

He’s not the best with caring for another person. Sometimes he forgets to care for himself. So in regards to food, if you need/want to eat anything special, you’ll have to ask. I don’t think he’d be opposed to getting it for you. (He doesn’t keep meat or fresh foods in the apartment often because they rot too fast).

And regarding heats:

He'll definitely get flustered at first when you tell him about it. He knows animals have heats, but he didn’t realize you did too..

In case you haven’t noticed, Law’s little apartment doesn’t have a lot of privacy. It’s only made for one person, really. And if your sex drive is so high during your heats.. things might get a little weird for him. He doesn’t mind if you masturbate, obviously he knows you have to get through this somehow. He will get very flustered though, because he’s torn between thinking he shouldn’t watch and also being intrigued by you.

Pretty soon though, he’ll realize (or maybe you’ll tell him) that you can’t go through it all by yourself. You need a partner. He’d definitely get embarrassed by the idea, especially regarding his sex life- but if you take initiative and show that clearly you do want to have sex with him, genuinely, he’ll do it.

He’ll manage as best as he can, but there will probably come a point where he just can’t keep up with your urges. Plus, he has other things to do; he has work, and he needs to take care of his plants.

If things get too much, I think his first resort would be to lock you in the bathroom. Just to get some separation, and have a moment to breathe. After that, if he really needs a break, second anon is right; he’ll give them some tea— or if he’s in a hurry, he’ll just force the medicine down your throat— to make you sleepy. He’ll set you back in your nest, and honestly, he’ll probably just watch you.

[nowimjustastranger]

Has Watchdog ever found a Stan and Ford pair in the multiverse that were from different dimensions? Like, Ford from dimension A got portaled as normal. But Stan from dimension B got reverse portaled. And then they met in the multiverse and started wandering together. How do you think he'd react to that?

It's an endless stretch of multiverse out there, but even so, Stan and Fords pairing up outside of their dimensions is extremely rare. It just doesn't cross their minds that it's something that they can do unless there are extenuating circumstances that lead to a temporary team-up (take my The Abyss Stares Back AU, for example).

Besides, things would get messy upon Ford's return to his dimension with another Stan in tow (or vice versa in reverse portal Stan dimensions). Now, with that said, the mismatch pairs that are together that don't give Watchdog a headache with the logistics are pairs where the sibling is dead in their respective dimension.

In the case of Constance "Stan" Pines from Dimension N"703 where Ford was killed during the fight and Bill used the opportunity to make himself comfortable in his favorite meat suit. Stan didn't even try to fight back as Bill -wearing his brother's face- began to strangle him. He just gripped Bill's arms and let it happen, exhausted and grieving.

The portal had still powered on during the fight, humming in the background.

Then, those yellow eyes flickered and he was suddenly staring up at his brother. Ford already looked like a corpse, complexion sickly pale and eyes cloudy. Ford hauled Stan to his feet and dragged him to the portal, holding onto the weakly-protesting Stan as the gravitational pull lifted him up. Ford hastily explained that, after Bill betrayed him, he changed the coordinates of the portal just in case Bill did get into the lab.

Ford convulsed as Bill and Ford wrestled for control over the body, Ford letting go of Stan and watching him get pulled toward the portal with a tight expression, shouting that Bill wouldn't be able to find a needle in a haystack before hurling the First Journal and a pre-packed duffel (which he had grabbed from one of the cabinets) at Stan moments before he went through the swirling vortex, spat out on an alien planet.

Upon opening the duffel, Stan found it bigger on the inside and filled to the brim with supplies. There was cash, some of Ford's clothes, an extra pair of glasses, an empty journal, an ink pen, a modified GPS, several guns, tons of ammo, a huge medkit, food, water, a water filter, a multi-tool, and typical camping stuff.

In the multiverse, Stan masquerades as a Ford since the Fordverse is openly hostile toward Stans, getting an extra prosthetic finger added on with an intricate harness that he covers up with black leather gloves. Stan keeps a low profile and becomes a bartender, where he eventually meets a Ford that sees right through his disguise.

On the other hand, Lawford "Ford" Pines from Dimension I62-8 never had his brother arrive after sending the postcard because Stan had been killed by Rico's gang before it even got there. Ford fought with Bill in the lab (who had possessed a corpse to break in and follow him down after Ford got the call that declared his brother dead) and Ford ended up getting branded instead.

The symbol was to ward off evil and protect, which locked Bill out of his body despite their deal.

In this AU, Ford had installed a contingency plan since there had always been a niggling in the back of his mind that warned him against blindly trusting Bill (the voice sounding an awful lot like his brother) so he started flipping switches and hitting buttons on the control panel since Bill was distracted by the fact that their deal had been nullified.

The sequence overloaded the portal and rigged it to blow, a last resort since the explosion would kill everything in a several-mile radius. Ford fully intended to die but was tackled across the cautionary line, desperately grappling with the screeching corpse as they were both dragged into the portal and thrown into the nightmare realm before the portal destroyed itself, the Shack, and a quarter of Gravity Falls.

In the multiverse, Ford becomes an augmented hitman for hire, having his eyes replaced with black bionics (the irises look like a black hole). He's meeting with a client at a bar, but keeps getting distracted by the bartender, his gaze pulled to the Stan that was clearly hiding his identity.

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Toby Infodump Post

Old man, one of the oldest folks in the mansion among the human pastas, gets affectionately called peepaw cause of it.

Jeff started a bet on when Toby is gonna go into retirement.

One time Buddy bet $2k for 2 years. Jeff is still watching in anxiety for the day he can claim that $2k.

Although the mansion folk love to rag on him, most of them mean it in a light hearted manner and love the guy.

He's incredibly chill, offering life advice at times and being a good listener.

He does have his moments though where the brain damage causes flare ups and he begins to hallucinate.

Toby's favorite thing to do is let the others tell him about their struggles, even getting Jeff to open up for a second.

Toby tends to be paranoid and dangerous in these moments, but nothing Slenderman or EJ can't help out with.

Slenderman is able to restrain him and then put him in statis with his telepathy. He hates to do it but it keeps him from hurting others and himself. Usually a last resort.

EJ uses an anesthetic to knock him out and then carries him off to the infirmary. Not an instant solution but it does work.

He also gets chronic pain flare ups at times. He can get stuck on bedrest for days but the others make sure to stop by and make sure he's okay.

Slenderman stops by to check in and wish good health, Sally being with him and letting him borrow plushies so he has company.

Buddy stops by to give him some baked goods and tea.

EJ gives him check ups and some meds to help him sleep and lessen the pain.

Thanks to Toby simply just listening to the others he's gained the respect of most in the mansion.

Except Jeff, but he respects nobody but himself.

A lot of them say its because he feels like a dad to them.

They have no idea of his past.

[mayasdeluca]

Still on such a high from that episode but feeling scared about two things that may happen now…

Between Maya expressing her concerns to Ben about it feeling impossible to do the job with Carina and Liam at home and Maya telling Andy she felt guilty she wasn’t at home with them to now Maya being the one to express the fear that she will die on the job and leave Carina alone to raise Liam (as opposed to Carina voicing this fear even if she obviously has it also) I’m starting to fear that maybe they are setting it up that Maya isn’t going to be a firefighter anymore at the end of it and maybe that article wasn’t so clickbait-y after all 😩 And especially if she sees whatever happens to Ben (and Beckett maybe?) on the call next episode first hand…

And while I’m glad that Carina brought up IVF again now I can’t help but wonder if that is the difficult news that Maya helps her navigate next episode?? They’re really going to have her find out she can’t have kids aren’t they? 😭

[hydrachea]

I've been thinking about it for a while, but the Mihoyo games fandoms are... Really less than courteous when it comes to spoilers.

I'm a loyal consumer of leaks myself, but I swear the fandom at large acts like everyone is - and not just is, but apparently should be.

There's been fanart in the HSR fandom regarding a certain character and a certain boss' relationship for weeks when not even the 3.1 main mission has touched upon it - because it comes from leaks regarding the future of the story. With the change in Genshin drip marketing schedule, it's quite literally impossible to find out who the new characters are officially because they're leaked at least a week prior and fanart (of course, untagged) starts flooding social media. There were also edits of the new 5.4 CGs everywhere as soon as the preload hit the servers, spoiling essentially everyone who wanted to wait for the version to, you know, actually be out.

Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but it makes for a very poor fandom experience when everyone acts like you're expected to follow leaks or you're the one responsible for getting things spoiled for you. It costs absolutely nothing to tag your leak-inspired or preload-datamined stuff as spoilers.

[awesomebutunpractical]

So, I ziplined but my timer was muted so I don't actually know how long I was writing. Wanna see how well I type when I'm restricted?

One of the bigest problems in Paris’ world is the whole everything is held together t threads things. And the reason why this is a problem is Romulus , herk that he is , can jdut tear through ‘em like paper. Youre hanging out someowher and you think “bnetcha I won;t see trhat jerk.” BUt surprise! you will. He can go just waboyr anywher. Foretunely for us all he is very bad at reading maps. Gets lost constantly. Once spent aweekend in a resort and only kind of remembered he had plans to hassle paris into stopping a n avalanche of epic epvil on the other side of the galaxy. Feels dynmb about it but hey-- he did ge t a great pair of flamingo sunglases out of the pmix.

The ourist industry is kiund of patchy in Paris’ world. There are a few fancy cities and places like that but that’s not where Leeds hangs out. Too rich fgor his blood. Too much perfume. Smells bad. He likes te wayt Paris smells. Like a spacfe shjip that’s been pushed juust a bit too far. A bit burned, but sweet,. It sounds like a weird compliment but it’s not hje just really cares about smells he’s a bloodhound give him a break.

Romulus smells like seared marshemllows. I don’t know why – I have settled on plasma smelling sqweet. He smells like marshmellows mixed with pattery acid. We’re going with that spelling for now apparently. Threads are very important – things can unwravel them. Thinsg like stub born heroes who refuse to show up tk agreed apon upon whatever ends of the world I’m just saying – Destiny has a way of asserting itself. LKeeds doesn’t believe in destiny. Everything is a concidence. Except when it isn’t and then it’s Someone Messing With Him. He is a very practical type. Paris believes in destiny but she doesn’t believe it works itself out and what happens when destiny chooses a loser? Probably bad. Proabbly mass unwraveling. She doesn’t want to check. Romulus sees Destiny as uinmutable. Unmutable. Immutable. There is it. He thinks it wioll happen and there’s no point in fighting it so you might aswell enjouy Your REole. The world is one big poedm so you might as well get in meter. Even if getting in meter means bringing everything down on your own head why not?

Mitt, Leeds ‘ brother sees Desting… detsinyt… destiny as a luck based karma system that you can cheat. Yeah, if you’re clever enough, you can get the one up on everyone. It’s the way it’s supposed to work -s mart people stay alive. Stupid brothers also should stay alive. He’d hate it if stupid brothers weren’t covered by the system.

The Space Hag sees destiny as something you can twist. The world will end and no one has any say in it because if you just SKIP the battle to decide it’s fate and END it already then everything will be fine.

See, Natrual Death is okay, but Murder is wrong. But like on a metaphysical galatic scale and we’re talking about reality more than anything else. Parius’ people are on their final dgeneration. She will grow old alone. Probably without Leeds who’s a pretty old dog. He’s about… 40. 45. That’s not TOO old. Younger than 50 if you do the math right.

I think that’s one reason whyt the Gardewner mentor tried to teach Paris abut ohow to relate to lkesser” not the right word – comsicall

Camp Tolkien: Day 3

Welcome to another day at Camp Tolkien!

Our two-week summer camp is a chance for you to work on the project of your choice in the company of other writers. No matter which stage of the process you're in--brainstorming, outlining, drafting, revising--Camp Tolkien's activities are here to help you make progress. Bring along your projects, and have fun!

Today's four activities are listed below. Choose whichever one you wish--choose more than one if you want to.

Alphabet Game: Make a list of twenty-six things that could happen in your story--each one starting with a different letter of the alphabet.

Dioramas: Write a detailed description of one room in one setting in your project.

Hiking: Go on a walk outside and use something about the experience (a sensory detail, something you saw) as inspiration for your project.

Zipline: Write as fast as you can for ten minutes. You are not allowed to backspace, cross out, or delete anything during that time.

When you're finished, reblog or reply to this post, telling us how it went, and/or sharing what you wrote for the day.

So glad to have you all at camp! Have fun, go forth, and create!

[feroluce]

So I'm well aware this is probably a case of "it isn't that deep" but I love looking at all the fiddly little accessories and bits and bobs of Hoyo designs and trying to justify them. Sampo's is particularly funny, because. What even is all that dkkxjdkd

His outfit has so many straps wrapped around him, like they're restraining or holding something in to keep it from bursting at the seams, and not all of them look like they're even connected to anything! But I'd like to think they are useful in certain situations, like if Sampo takes a hit out in the Fragmentum from one of the monsters.

He's hurt, his arm is bleeding, but he is ALMOST done, he just needs a couple more things to fulfill his quota to Natasha and he doesn't want to turn around and go back now. So Sampo frees a strap from his shirt, winds it around his arm above the cut, pulls it tight with his free hand and his teeth. He'll treat it properly in a minute, once he's done scavenging.

There's also the strange chains that resemble snake spines. Given how they're way longer in his splash art and the way they wind around-

I'd like to think they can extend somehow, and Sampo can use them to scale heights. Firefly clocks him as a covert fighter without even being within 20 feet of him, so it would make sense for Sampo to have ways to get around that don't involve usual/obvious methods, like stairs. Think assassin skill sets.

He's also the only one known to be able to get between the Underground and the overworld, and while he's pretty tight-lipped about his method, having some sort of device to help traverse vertical heights is probably insanely helpful there.

And the little metal ornaments across the backs of his wrists! You can see it a bit better in his reference sheet (everyone say thanks @/dragaliareferencearchive!) as opposed to his splash art-

they aren't flat, they stick up a bit off his arms. And so I wonder if Gepard has ever gone to arrest Sampo, and found that they interfere with his handcuffs haha

The ornaments don't match, the one on his right wrist is actually shorter and doesn't extend down to the back of his hand. Which probably doesn't make it nearly as annoying for handcuffs as the left one, but it would make sense for Sampo to have them like that, since he seems to be right-handed! I think a certain proficiency in being ambidextrous is necessary to dual wield daggers like he does, but. Sampo uses his right hand to

hold his blade in his splash art

throw his blade in his skill

play/show off with his dagger in his idle

lob smoke bombs in his technique

cross over his heart when he bows

and to flip his bangs during the cutscene where he saves the trailblazers from Bronya

So a shorter guard on his right hand would help him keep his wrist's flexibility to be able to do all that unimpeded (loving the thought now that Sampo is naturally right-handed and still better with it, but he practiced constantly with his left until he could do things passably ambidextrous).

I also love them because I wonder if they're in the perfect place to help block a hit, along with the chain wrapped around his left forearm.

Like I love the image of a hired killer soundlessly sneaking up behind Sampo in some shady dark alley, knife sloooooowly raising, and then all at once, they strike!

And instead of feeling the blade sink into his back, they get the unpleasant resonating of metal-on-metal shivering up their arm and rattling their bones, because Sampo has turned around at the last second and raised his crossed his arms to let the knife glance off the guards on his wrists.

And the mercenary is left to realize that oh, they are fucked.

[rustedleopard]

I feel like if Chujin was still alive during the events of Undertale Yellow, his and Clover's relationship would be incredibly rocky. Pacifist!Clover could bring him around to tolerating them (after all, they have that sort of effect on everyone), but it would be more in a "this human is the only 'good' human" manner than a "maybe I should reevaluate my opinions on humans overall because you can't judge an entire group based off (very biased) stories and one bad experience." Even then, that opinion would be subject to change should Clover ever get frustrated or behave "too aggressively" or act in any manner that isn't perfectly docile. If Clover ends up attacking a monster then it's "humans are just as horrible as they were in the war stories, I should've known better" regardless of the circumstances that could've pushed Clover to fight. Suffocating expectations and endless demands for patience when he wouldn't ask the same of a fellow monster.

And heaven forbid he ever meet Clover on a No Mercy Run...

[rubysapphrald]

re: hal destroying the ferris jet in GL/GA #89 i think it’s interesting that in a lot of cases hal is very much a “for me, not for thee” guy regarding acts of violent protest (which in itself is somewhat of a cop mentality). he seems to have the opinion that his own causes and morals hold more weight than other people’s and therefore his decision to or not to engage in violent protest is like, more morally sound. he spends a non-zero percentage of this comic run getting trained out of this by oliver, who while obviously still susceptible to his own biases and moral outrage has a way wider view of the world in a political sense and is regularly much more understanding of and open to engaging in violent acts of protest in the face of things even hal agrees are blatantly unjust

hal is a cop in the cosmic sense (all green lanterns are cops by design) but barry is a cop in the literal tangible sense. he’s employed as a member of the police in his civilian life. hal being a space cop means jack shit for his life on earth and in fact is often actively detrimental to it while barry being a real cop allows him to reap the benefits and privilege of being part of The System in a way that hal cannot, giving hal (while still a white man) some slightly deeper insight into the struggles of various disenfranchised people (children, racial minorities, addicts) that barry can’t really understand

i think barry is still a good person because he is not real and is therefore not subject to the inherent moral quandary of being a LEO that real people are subject to; in much the same way that bruce wayne can be a “good billionaire,” barry allen can be a “good cop”—in his original silver age incarnation he’s a police officer in order to signal to the reader that he’s a hero, because again the cop = good guy correlation was still there at that point—but he definitely is and always has been a middle-class white conservative that holds the opinions of someone who, again, is passively reaping the benefits of being part of the system and doesn’t see any reason to stop doing so. so when he says stuff like this

about oliver being a bad influence on hal, it’s because in his mind oliver is enticing hal to do evil, since to him all forms of protesting authority should be condemned unless that authority falls into the arbitrary category of “bad people” that exists in his own mind, which is not necessarily the same category of “bad people” that exists in oliver’s or in hal’s

he doesn’t get that hal doubting himself was a symptom of doubting the authorities/system he was serving, because barry himself belongs to the the authorities/system and can only comprehend it as being beneficial. not only does he not know what it’s like to operate as a green lantern, he fundamentally has not had many of the regular human experiences that hal and oliver have had

while hal doesn’t encourage violent protest the way oliver often does, due to the things he’s done and seen he occasionally recognizes the necessity of it; engaging in certain acts of violent protest, like destroying a jet that was a severe environmental hazard, helps everybody (even those the system benefits) despite the fact that it goes against the system. this type of thing is literally incomprehensible to certain types of privileged people who have never had to resort to desperate measures because they have never been targets of injustice in systematic ways

classic barry allen is based on an idea of policeman = good person which we now know to be complete fantasy so his post flashpoint appearances all have completely different undertones to them yet somehow the opposite of this happened to hal jordan in that his pre flashpoint appearances were all full of infinitely more moral nuance

[pixelpaladin24]

[raddestrose]

so sorry everyone I ran into some trouble while trying to do my sewing and I had to go back to the building for sewing for a hot minute then I got hungry and made more food so I can’t watch the show now and hand-sew so hopefully I’ll be in bed before 3 AM 

so I offer you this proposition 

I not watch the show tonight but I watched two episodes tomorrow while I put off more work that I desperately don’t wanna do. I think that is a splendid plan. How about you guys?

[sendmyresignation]

realizing that my family is mostly just casually unkind and this is something i have to constantly train myself against

[jils-things]

to love someone is to heal someone