#i am aware this is incoherent

[salemsrealm]

i have a theory. a genshin theory. a venti theory.

spoilers for entire game up to now.

In the finale of the most recent archon quest, focalors returns the power of the hydro throne to neuvilette. when he did his cool hydro thing to save the people of fontaine his little hair tails got longer and he looked a bit more hydro dragony

(screenshot from "The Death of a God | Genshin Impact" MaxLeveL on Youtube)

In the finale of the Mondstadt Archon quest, Dvalin gets a similar upgrade in appearance after saving the gang from falling to their deaths.

okay, so you know what i'm getting at here. so, let's establish some things.

neuvilette is the hydro dragon sovereign,

the dragons who are also known vishaps, were the previous civilization of tevat before the descenders and humans

in the 3.1 livestream Enjou (the abyss herald from enko) referred to dvalin as a vishap

dvalin has been around for about 2000 years, helping venti with mond

therefore, for this theory, it can be inferred that Dvalin is a potential new anemo dragon sovereign

but why do i think that venti was able to give Dvalin the power of the anemo throne back, like focalors did for neuvilette

the answer has to do with venti's trickster tendencies, forgery abilties, and his connection to the god of time.

so here's a quick rundown of the venti stuff:

he's a liar and trickster who tends to redirect most conversations hes in (watch any cut scene he's in)

he's known for forging things, from Morax's signature, to the Holy Lyre at the end of the mond archon quest

in Venti's trailer it is said he is "full of mystery, born from the branches of time, a history of glory and sorrow, a witness to the divine"; he also says is one of the thousand winds, the thousand winds is an epithet for the god of time; venti and the god of time were worshipped together at the thousand winds temple; venti used anemo powers to draw memories from the past during ludi harpastrum; and although he tends to be humble as a god, he does brag that there is not a song he doesn't know, past, present, or future; there is so much more

so, when focalors gives the hydro throne power back to neuvilette, it's in the shape of a watery orb. in the mond quest, as the gang is leaving old monstadt on the back of dvalin, venti sends an anemo power orb to dvalin, causing dvalin to light up all anemo and state "is this... the power of the anemo archon?" and questions it, venti responding that he is giving him proper freedom.

okay but it took focalors a lot of work to trick celestia and gather power to destroy the throne. focalors was not just trying to give back the power to neuvilette, that was just one of her goals. she was also trying to defy a judgement from celestia (known to turn people into hilichurls for accessing forbidden knowledge, and dropping nails onto misbehaving civilizations) That is why her plan is so convoluted. and successful.

why do i think venti could do something similar. because he lies about how powerful he is. when signora takes his gnosis, he could have just turned into wind and left. it's literally one of the first things we see him do. instead he just blows wind at her and talks in rhyme (like he does when he's performing). he says he's the weakest archon because of his non visibility and amount of worshippers, but out of the nations we've seen, he's got one of the most visible and active worship bases out of all the archons. he also tends to sleep during time of peace, ostensibly to stave off erosion, but it could also be a way to collect power over time.

we also know he doesn't like celestia, saying he wouldn't visit even if invited, and having that trauma flash in the manhua.

i think it is possible that the anemo throne is already destroyed, either in the past, or recently; or that it will be in the future, but venti was able the draw the power back into the past so that it could not be intercepted by a third party (tsarista, who wants to destroy celestia). we have seen time powers maintain an illusion from the present to the past (the great sakura tree was grown in the present, but also in the past thanks to istaroth and makoto). it is not far fetchted to think that ability could be used similarly on the throne.

venti, who cares for dvalin like family, returns the power of the anemo sovereign back to him, but uses time to keep up the illusion of the throne until such time that illusion is no longer needed. the throne is either already destroyed or will be destroyed, but the power is in dvalin. venti pretends to loose the gnosis to keep up the illusion to celestia that he is nominally loyal to them, but without the gnosis, he is now truly free

"Is this... the power of the anemo archon?"

Genshin Impact Venti Archon Quest Prologue Full Story Gameplay (Eng Dub) Bluemeat GG on youtube

[illusory-scripted]

i just think that the first saw apprentices are victims, like, lawrence and amanda endured so much, following the rules and literally finding purpose and a will to live. lawrence cut off his own foot, amanda killing a man. they suffered and passed their games. they learned how to make people suffer and atone because that is what they had to endure. they are as much jigsaw's apprentices as much as they are victims. mark hoffman is iconic. he just decided to saw trap his sisters killer because he deserved it. his victim wasnt meant to survive because he never suffered the same pain as a victim. he missed the point, and when he was allowed to apprentice, he thought he would go untested. even john kramer suffered before he made his first trap. jill suffered the loss of gideon and the death of john himself. mark never did. mark thought he would never suffer.

but thats a part of being an apprentice. you have to suffer. you have to be tested.

[ducktracy]

i've been in a very "nostalgic for SpongeBob" mood lately and that's warranted a lot of reflecting on Baby Me being a Sponge fanatic and thinking of what she'd think of now. and i have to say that one of my favorite parts of doing what i do--and also the most stupidly niche--is that one of my first online hyperfixations i recall having was SpongeBob production music. i remember animating magical girl transformations in Flipnote to SPONGEBOB MUSIC. i remember feeling so smart researching all the songs and getting to hear them without any dialogue on top. very gratifying to 11 year old me. i was and am still very fixated on production music, and so i always get very excited when seeing uploads of these songs and spotting a screenshot of a scene i worked on among them. one of my favorite aspects of watching episodes premiere is seeing what music they added on top of scenes i touched. it's just neat how many facets my thankfulness for Doing What I'm Doing gets to reach. i'm never not thinking of how grateful i am to be doing what i'm doing

[kuijoon]

Sampo and Seele look kind of similar, especially their clothing

So I like to think that when Sampo came to Jarilo-VI the first person he saw was Seele and he just rolled with it.

[suncaptor]

like one thing about OCD when it is compulsive is it requires some physical control of the world around you that is like. unnegotiable when it is bad. which means you can either find ways to rationalise and justify it & strongarm your ability to be allowed it OR you have to hope others will allow you the grace to have these symptoms whether or not they seem rational/irrational, could in some way impact others/don't.

[cytocutie]

Each node represents a momentary event with multiple possible outcomes. In this model of the multiverse, every possible outcome exists in some universe. This is what allows a hot-dog universe, despite its entirely different evolutionary conditions, to end up with laundromats, Bollywood, Debussy, Evelyn and Deirdre. Some separate paths convergently develop similar outcomes.

Inter-dimensional beings (Jobu Tupaki, Evelyn Quan Wang, Mr. Mxtylpk, The Spot) should be able to access all of these universes. By contrast, Miguel O'Hara's technology can only access universes with native Spiderifying radioactive spiders (including those such as Earth-42, whence originated a radioactive spider but not a Spider).

Properly speaking, the Pinocchio node also descends from "Humans (tool-using)".

Theological implications uncertain.

[orc-apologist]

a lot of the time i actually just prefer the label faggot but idk how to describe it. like i use the labels "gay" and "man" because they suit me well enough, everybody knows what they are, and i don't really care enough to use other labels that might fit better but i would have to get into the depths of my sexuality and gender every time i say them. like i'm fine with people thinking I'm only attracted to men and that i am a man, because it's not quite true to who i am but it is close enough and i don't get gender dysphoria or anything. in fact i quite like experiencing myself and presenting myself as a man. it's probably more of a genderfluid thing with me, but i never go full "i want to present as a woman" it's more like "i just need to feel pussy rn"

and that's kind of why i love the label faggot for myself. a faggot is a gay man, sure, but there's more to it. it's a gay man who is so markedly and explicitly gay. it's a gay man who has no interest in assimilation, who really indulges and takes pride in his otherness. and like that's me!! Like I'm not feminine in a womanly way (whatever that means), I'm feminine in a fagging out kind of way. this doesn't make any sense but i just feel the way that i feel and that's good enough for me. like every attribute that is ascribed to the "faggot" as a fetish (not the sexual way) i possess in some capacity, some more than others but all are present, and i really like being that way and i enjoy embracing that and indulging in that. so if my label could just be faggot i would cos it's kind of my sexuality AND gender.

[gender-trash]

physically cant read the harry potter books anymore :/ i was flipping through my print copies for Tom Riddle Information the other day and i kept getting sidetracked bc every three pages i saw some new stupid thing to get mad about. where does the wizarding world GET ITS FOOD FROM. DO THEY HAVE A CONCEPT OF LOANS. WHY IS DUMBLEDORE SUCH A FUCKING ASSHOLE. MANY QUESTIONS!!!

[lindwurmkai]

haha tfw your silly little tags get reblogged 😳

but really tho ... i don't think the relationship between autistic masking and the autistic struggle to be disobedient is as straightforward as that article made it out to be. my ability to mask has become worse and worse over time and sometimes i barely even try anymore, yet i did not magically develop better distress tolerance through this. in fact i can be so distressed that masking and thinking becomes impossible, so my entire brain is [very loud static noise] and i'll agree with anything you say to me just to get out of the situation faster while coming across as very, very weird

[farahblack]

i do not want a stranger things x dghda crossover bc ive seen some of the shit the st fandom puts out and its frankly garbage (sorry), but i WOULD like to see dirk and murray try to attack each other. gay on gay violence. mlm hostility. two karate amateurs trying to kick each other while joyce and todd simultaneously try to stop them and exchange tired looks over their heads

[townofcrosshollow]

People going on about sims 4 custom content like "Oh they've all got red noses and eye bags they look sick" like bitch that was intentional thank you very much. Get with the times, exhaustion and illness are sexy now

[kipperlillycopperkettle]

i don't need to have THREE spinoffs for an unfinished 75k fic. but also. aelwyn spinoff..... i am looking i am thinking etc

[kalashtars]

venting in the tags yippeee

[deuterosapiens]

Cat Dad problem number 3120: It's time to put him outside and I have to be the villain for waking up something that looks like this:

My fuzzy baby

[suncaptor]

Like I do think where you're born is important ! <- guy who never got over having to leave his home country voice

[slttygeto]

SING ME A SONG, OKAY? JJK MEN

⤷ in which these men are each assigned lyrics from certain songs.

featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, nanami keno.

content warning: overst!mulation, spanking, a little bit of a$$ play (barely there), ch0king, marking, mommy k!nk (?)

word count: 2,1k

note: I am slowly getting back into the game. welcome me guys.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

COMMISSIONS!

Gojo Satoru

"Come right on me--I mean, camaraderie!" (Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter)

The sinful strokes were a mocking contrast to the way Satoru was chuckling against your skin. Pink lips attached to your forehead, shushing your whines as he continues to thrust hard–with your knee pressed against your chest, you are trapped between Satoru’s broad chest and the mattress beneath you. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” he sees you reach your arms towards the pillow next to you, and his hand grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Awww, is it too much?” 

It was–he was suffocatingly huge, commanding presence matching the way his cock was obliterating your insides. It’s a miracle that you haven’t passed out with the way he was making you cum one after the other. On his fingers, on his tongue–on the newest toy that he had bought for you and now his cock. You were aware of his stamina, that he could last many rounds–but fuck, was he a beast.

“Satoru!” you squeal when he lifts up your hips, cock dragging against that sweet spot in your walls in a torturing way. You could barely think straight, fingernails dragging down his shoulders and painting his skin red in their wake. He lets go of your legs and you are quick to wrap them around his waist, heels digging into his back as you bring him impossibly closer to you.

“Fuck–fuck, baby,” he breathes out, face hovering over yours and his hands slide down to your sides where he squeezes them. His eyes focus on where his cock and your pussy connect, the sinful sound of ‘shlick, shlick’ as he pounds into you harder, gets your weeping cunt to convulse around him just the right away. 

And Satoru can tell when your orgasm is close–when your body arches and your jaw goes slack, when nothing can get to your head anymore–not even his dirty talk. Your hand wraps around his wrist and you squeeze it so tightly that your knuckles are turning white.

“Oh my god, oh my god–”

“Yeah baby, yeahhhh,” he grins and his index and middle finger land in his mouth, covering them with his spit before he goes down to rub your clit messily. That sends you over the edge. 

The sounds that leave your mouth are unholy, chest heaving and stuttering and your hips buck uncontrollably as your orgasm washes over you. “Satoru, please, please–” you say incoherently, begging him for something you weren’t even sure of. And the man above you watches with heart eyes as your clit twitches in pleasure. He really wants to last longer, wants to make you scream louder, let everyone know who you belong to—

“I’m gonna cum,” he sighs out, hips moving sloppily. “Fuck.” 

“Come on me.”

“What?” 

It’s like Satoru’s brain freezes, and he sees you push your tits together and your tongue lolls out in a pornographic way. You want to taste him. No, fuck it. You want him all over you. As proof that he fucked you so good, that he had his dick inside and you made him cum. 

“It’s g-gonna be messy—fuck!” 

“I like it messy, toru. Please.” 

“Oh shit.” his hand moves messily all over his cock as he jerks himself off, painting your boobs and some of your face with his cum. You close your eyes when you feel it land on your tongue, and Satoru could swear he was in heaven with the way you were scooping up some of his cum and licking it with your fingers.

“Delicious.” 

Geto Suguru

"So what're you doing tonight? Better say doing you right."(34+35 by Ariana Grande)

Did Suguru have a favorite position? You often wondered if your boyfriend had a preference when it comes to sex. If he did, you never felt it. Because sex with him was always dirty, nasty–you could ba

Well, at least not until now. 

Your boyfriend has your hips in a bruising grip as he pounds into you from behind, eyes fixated on the way your ass bounces with each thrust he delivers to your delicious cunt. He can’t help it. It looked so inviting, and with the way your back was arched, face buried in the pillow. Your  pretty manicured hand reaches back to press at his abs, begging him to slow down a bit—take it easy.

“Slow down? Are you sure?” he does slow down, but then he pushes at the small of your back, making your arch a bit deeper. Then he fixes himself from behind you and starts thrusting again, slow. Deep. 

If you didn’t feel how big Suguru was, you certainly do now. Your jaw falls open at how close he is to you. You could feel him all over you, the smell of his shampoo and a little bit of his natural scent reaches your nostrils and you fall in love all over again. 

“Sugu,” you sob pathetically, your hand still trying to push at his abs but this time it’s difficult. Impossible even. “I-I-”

“You what? Hm?” he leans down, lips pressed against your shoulder and he keeps his thrust slow, deep–the tip of his cock continuously dragging against the same spot that had your eyes rolling back and your body moving back and forth–trying to get more friction. 

“Awww, poor you,” his hot breath against your ear makes you shudder, until you feel a hand snaking down to your pussy and his finger starts rubbing at your clit. “Make a mess on me pretty girl–” 

You feel his hand push your head into the pillow and a strangled gasp leaves you as you feel his thrusts getting harder and faster all of a sudden. The bed starts moving from how hard he is pounding into you, your hands claw at the bed sheets and your muffled moans serve as motivation for Suguru to keep going–to keep fucking you until you were falling apart on him.

“Love staring at this fucking ass,” he hisses and his hand lands a smack on your ass. You gasp in surprise, but push back against him. “Fuckkk, can’t wait to fuck it one day,” it seems as though his own dirty talk pushes him over the edge. He starts to rub at your clit messily, head dropping to his chest as a string of curses leaves his lips. 

You can’t see him, but the thought of having him so out of control–so pussy drunk has your mind reeling and your pussy clamps down on him immediately, cumming all over his thick cock. His own orgasm follows soon after and your boyfriend collapses on top of you, refusing to pull out of you. 

“Sugu?”

“Let’s stay like this. ‘Til I get hard again.” 

Fushiguro Toji

"So please come and ride me, love when I'm deep inside you."(Rodeo (Remix) by Lah Pat).

“Come on, girl. You’re not gonna give me a show?” fucking Toji was always so intense. It left you sore and unable to sit properly for days after. The man was a beast, harsh hands spanking your ass and teeth biting your skin as though he couldn’t get enough of you. So his request for today was a bit surprising.

“But–Toji!” you whine a bit but start bouncing on him nonetheless. Slowly, maintaining eye contact and dragging your nails down his chest. He had such a boyish beauty to him–the scar on his lips looks so tempting, so you lean down to kiss him but a hand wraps around your neck and stops you from reaching his lips. 

“Cant’t have that. Not until you make yourself cum.”

“Wha-”

Smack!

“Get to work,” you could’ve easily gotten off and pouted for the rest of the day, but you were glad that you didn’t. The look on Toji’s face is one of bliss–his hand rests behind his head and you see him flex his arm and bite his lower lip as he tries to hold in his noises. 

“Nu-uh Toji,” you say breathlessly, gorgeous tits bouncing as you drag your cunt up and down on his cock. Toji’s green eyes stare at your boobs, and then he is sitting up and placing a hand on the small of your back–pushing you closer to him until one of your boobs is in his mouth.

You let out a pained hiss when you feel his teeth playfully nip at the skin, lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking ecstatically. The hand on the small of your back then travels lower, in between your ass cheeks and a thumb starts circling around your asshole. He was always so filthy, unafraid of touching you in ways that no other man has ever done.

Perhaps this was why Toji was the best fuck you’ve ever had.

“Are you close, mommy?” That damn nickname has you reeling, head thrown back in pleasure and your fingernails now digging into the skin of his shoulders as he starts to thrust up into you as well.

“Mmmh, yes Toji–oh my god,” his hand roughly grabs at your hair and pulls your head back, exposing your neck to his mouth. He nips and sucks on the skin, making sure to mark his territory. This was all too much–you felt as though your body was about to burst into flames with the way his cock was dragging against the right spot and his lips were touching you in all the right places.

“Gonna show me how much of a fucking mess you can make?” His dirty talk pushes you over the edge, and when Toji feels your body seizing up against his own–his lips attach to yours and he is quickly flipping the two of you so that he is on top–continuing his ministrations, the sinful noises leaving your lips doing nothing to slow down Toji’s feral thrusts and the way he was pounding your poor pussy. 

“Fuck, you drive me insane mommy–can’t even think straight with the way this pussy’s gripping my cock–” he starts to blabber the closer he is to his orgasm, the bed making a creaking noise with each harsh thrust of his.  You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you until he is groaning against your lips as he empties himself inside you.

Pulling away, he admires the mess he made of you. His hand then goes up to your face where his thumb caresses your cheek lovingly.

"Give me one more?"

Nanami Kento

"Can't help myself hormones are high, give me more than just some butterflies." (Juno by Sabrina Carpenter)

There was something so irresistible about Nanami but you couldn’t put your finger on it. He was a gentleman, a well mannered individual who respected you and prioritized your needs above all. So maybe that's why you were practically begging the man to get you pregnant lately.

“Darling, y’know it’s way too early for that.” The blond haired man tries to sweet talk you out of it, even though your pretty ass was sitting on his muscular thigh and he had a book in the other hand. If you didn’t have self control (which you were slowly losing anyway), you would’ve ridden him with the way his glasses were sitting on the bridge of his nose. 

“But… Ken,” you try to give him your most pathetic puppy eyes, bottom lip jutted out and pretty eyelashes fluttering at him. Fuck. You were so irresistible in his eyes.

The perfect future wife, future mother of his kids–the sweetest thing to play with after such a long day. And the most beautiful as he pulled his cock out of your sweet cunt, admiring the way it was glistening with your arousal and how your pretty clit was practically screaming at him to touch it.

“So fucking gorgeous, darlin’ “

“Please, Ken…” how could he say no to such a pretty pussy?

You feel full–you feel as though Nanami was filling you up to the brim. No person was able to cum this much under such little time–yet here you were, being stuffed with Kento’s cock and cum. You could barely register when he pulled out of you and his cum seeped out of your soaking pussy and down to your ass, dirtying the bed sheets.

“Mmmm, fuck.” You hear him breathe out, index and middle finger scooping up some of the cum and pushing it back into your pussy. “Such a nasty thing. Wanted me to fuck her so bad, huh?” 

“I did, Ken.”

“I know you did darling,” he leans down, lips attaching to your clit and you gasp in surprise. “This pussy just can’t get enough of me, can she?”

You shake your head, fingers buried in his blond locks. You push his face into your pussy. “Make me feel good, Ken.”

Who was he to deny his pretty girl of such a request? 

Nanami was a messy eater, saliva and arousal dripping down his chin as hums against your pussy. Your legs are spread apart shamelessly, allowing the man to eat you out as he wished. His hands grip your inner thighs, pinching and slapping the skin as he slurps at your pussy like a hungry man. He focuses on your clit, making sure to suck and lick on the bud as though it was a treat. He feels the way your body reacts to his touch, how your moans get louder the harder he sucked on the nub.

His tongue then dips in between your folds, tasting your juices mixed together and he groans at the taste.

"Fucking delicious, my love." His cock twitches with the way you stare down at him with a fucked out stare, hands pinching your nipples and your bottom lip stuck between your teeth.

"Ken?" you ask when you see that he stopped his ministrations and was now just staring at you with a different kind of burn in his eyes.

"I'm sorry darling," he kisses your pussy lips before pushing your knees to your chest. "But next time you ask me to get you pregnant, I won't hold back."

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