#immeasurable counts of arson

[metallix-mixin]

We demand more phloe/ardaugher/arson/metaze fankid 🔫

its name is phloe (or arson/ardaughter, but that one got too confusing)

its not organic or machine its phloe

its name is based on Phlogiston, aka funny pseudoscience fire

she causes immeasurable property damage

her eyes arent a screen they just look like that deal with it

[heymacy]

hi! i haven’t seen mickeyless seasons so i wanted to ask if ian ever has issues about being bipolar like he did with mickey? like him breaking up in s5 for not wanting to see mickey hurt and s10 when he asks if he’s crazy for wanting to be with him! i think i read somewhere that caleb? maybe had a talk about self love or whatever to ian but that dude was horrendous ( not that trevor was best for what ive seen ) so im not sure that counts ahah

hi anon!

yes, ian grappling with his disorder is a very very big theme throughout seasons 6, 7, 8, and 9. in fact i would argue that aside from him becoming an EMT, the bipolar storyline is his most significant one (i typed out my response and it got very long so i'm going to put it below the cut 💛)

in s6 he is fresh off of the diagnosis, the breakup, and coping with mickey going to prison (and he was definitely trying to cope, he still loved him and seeing someone you love locked up is immeasurably hard. i feel like we don't talk about this enough). he feels very aimless and it isn't until an incident (he's a bystander to a car crash and rescues a woman from a burning vehicle) that he finds his new path (becoming an EMT, which he does by the end of s6). caleb was absolutely awful in so many ways but the one good thing he did do was encourage and support ian in finding a new life path, which is the only credit i will give him. there's also a deleted scene in s6 that is so, so important re: understanding how mentally ill people are viewed and treated in society and of course ian's monologue about how he's good at his job because of his illness, which is one of my favorite scenes in the entire show.

in s7, he's getting healthy again and taking his meds, but it isn't without struggle. there's a very poignant and important scene (part one, part two) with lip where he expresses his struggles with his disorder and how hard it is for him to cope with taking his meds and listening to the warning signs for episodes (he was behaving in ways akin to a hypomanic episode/showing signs of slipping into an episode just before the conversation happens). by the end of the season, after he leaves mickey at the border, he's still relatively stable, but the emotional triggers of leaving mickey behind + monica's death start to take a toll on him, which we see in s8. there's also the trevor of it all in s7, but that's a whole other issue. trevor did not have a positive impact on ian's self-esteem whatsoever and even went so far as to demand ian forgive monica and "move on" after knowing 0.1% of the history between the two of them. that scene in particular makes me unfathomably angry and i just know it was deeply, deeply triggering for ian to hear that from someone he cared about.

in s8, we have the gay jesus storyline, which i absolutely detest and hate to discuss, but it's part of his story and it needs to be acknowledged. he's taken advantage of a lot this season, propelled towards some sort of fucked up end goal with very little control over his circumstances, and it quickly spirals out of control. while the writers never explicitly state that ian is hypo/manic during this season, you can watch the progression happen if you pay close enough attention. despite not being given a lot to work with, cameron did a great job at playing the nuances of bipolar disorder this season, showing ian's descent into hypo/mania as the gay jesus movement grows and warps.

in s9, he's in prison for the first time and is noticeably manic. after being released, he starts seeking out meaning and purpose in religion. eventually he's forced to face the consequences of his actions and pleads not guilty to arson by reason of insanity, not only defying the wishes of the gay jesus followers (they feared him going public with his diagnosis and pleading insanity would delegitimize the movement) but also finally choosing to really acknowledge his disorder, reckon with it, and make peace with it, in a strange sort of way. it's a very important and pivotal moment for his character and cameron absolutely delivers during his plea monologue.

if you've see s10 you know how his self-worth takes a hit regarding the marriage storyline, and how he's so terrified of marrying mickey because 1) he doesn't know if he's capable of being a good partner because he doesn't feel like he had good examples of healthy marriage standards growing up and 2) he isn't sure mickey knows what he's signing up for re: his disorder and everything it entails. which, of course, is not the case, because mickey doesn't love him in spite of his disorder, he loves him completely, and his disorder is just a part of that. he wants all of him, always, and that's a huge plot point in s10 and s11 ("i gotta worry, you're my husband" scene my absolute beloved).

anyway. the short answer is that yes, ian spends a lot of time grappling with his disorder and the realities of life as a bipolar human. he deals with issues regarding his self-worth, his purpose, and his relationships. speaking as a bipolar individual, i can say with absolute certainty that coming to terms with your diagnosis is a long, arduous process that takes many years and a lot of commitment to achieve. it's not easy, and though the writers dropped the ball on a LOT of storylines in the show, they did a pretty damn good job of showing how hard it is to cope and live with the realities of bipolar disorder and everything that entails.

if you ever want to see more of his journey, gallavichscenes on youtube has playlists of all of ian's scenes in season 6, season 7, season 8, and season 9. i highly recommend watching the show in its entirety but if you don't want to do that, i recommend at the very least watching the rest of ian's storyline. it colors so much of his story and mickey's and it's hard to fully comprehend the extent of their relationship without understanding that storyline. i hope this answered your question! sending tons and tons of love 💛

[estararchive]

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Media: Arknights Pair: Andoain x Saya Type: One-shot (NSFW) Word Count: 3119 words

Commissioned by Shi (shirisha_shi on Twitter).

That day wasn’t particularly good for the female Sankta. For some reason, she found herself in a terrible state of mind. Her mood wasn’t the best, yet no other members of the Pathfinder knew why exactly she was being feisty and aggressive. As for the Pathfinder leader Andoain, he probably got an idea as to why her lover was angry and sulking at everyone. Was it the plan failing, lack of attention, or was it something else? Andoain couldn’t really tell. He refused to use his empathy as a Sankta for the time being–he still needed time to formulate a plan.

Among the abandoned buildings they used as a base, Andoain decided to sit on a roadblock. Even when the roadblock itself was weathered, it was still quite sturdy to sit on. For a while, he decided to ponder on the plan he should have gone for. Sometimes, he would trace back to Saya’s earlier plans. No doubt, Saya was a great leader and a valuable addition to Pathfinder’s plan to revolt against Lateran Church. However, their plan earlier didn’t go well due to his people not listening to Saya. And to make things worse, he was the one who made Saya tolerate his people’s opinion. It was partially his fault that the Pathfinders failed in their operation, lost some comrades, and got their supplies fully emptied out. As much as Andoain wanted to regret his words and decisions, he had to stay focused and make a better plan. He might even integrate Saya’s strategy into his next operation. Moving forward was the only thing he could do if he wanted a better Laterano, or society in general.

As for Saya, she was still knee-deep in her rage.

Who knew how long she had been fuming over the failed plan, all while her blindfold was not worn like she usually would. For Saya, it was how her Arts powers were channeled. Should that blindfold ever come off, everyone shall be under her control. If necessary, Saya would’ve committed arson on a city using her mind-controlled army of Pathfinder members if she desired.

“You dumbasses! I told you, you should’ve followed my plan!” Saya fumed at a group of Pathfinders. “I’ve told you the best strategy, and you all didn’t listen! Hell, you even put the blame on me. Is that all you’re good at? Being good for nothing?” Saya kept on fuming and complaining, inducing fear within the Pathfinder members. Now that they had thought things over, the brown-haired female Sankta was correct in her planning. Never in their life they disobeyed Saya, and the moment they disobeyed her, everything was in shambles. Patia, a high-ranking member of the Pathfinders, tried reasoning with Saya and calmed her down. But alas, she was also affected by Saya’s eye contact.

Having felt that the Pathfinders were affected, Saya began casting her Arts. Her anger was immeasurable, and she had gotten enough of the nonsense treatment she received. “All of you dumbfucks will listen to me, and leave me alone. Retrieve supplies, and recruit members while you all are at it. All of you will be back before nightfall,” Saya commanded, casting her mind control Arts on every single Pathfinder that was present before her, and had looked into her eyes. They all bowed down to Saya, collectively saying one phrase: “Yes, Ms. Saya.”

A grin of satisfaction was present on Saya’s face, and she looked over to her right as the Pathfinders left her to do her bidding. On a roadblock to her right, she spotted Andoain sitting on top of it while keeping himself silent. He seemed to be plotting something, yet Saya didn’t pay it any mind. With a bit of rage still left within her, she decided to approach Andoain and vent it all out on him. Running towards him, she shook his shoulders and poked him on his forearm. However, Andoain was not disturbed by her presence, he remained calm, and didn’t even bat an eye on Saya like he knew that Saya was indeed going to use her Arts powers on him.

As a result, Saya was not amused.

Saya then tried getting Andoain’s attention in a variety of other ways, both to vent out her anger on Andoain and just so Andoain would look at her and fall into her eyes so she could affect him with her Arts. However, none of her attempts succeeded–it seemed that Andoain was too calm and focused on planning his next operation. From throwing tiny rocks to attempting to push him off the roadblock, Andoain did not budge. Hell, he didn’t even show much reaction when Saya tried pushing him off, and it only annoyed Saya even more. Deciding that she was fed up at Andoain’s demeanor she stepped in front of Andoain and forcefully grabbed his face to make him look at her. Once Andoain’s eyes were locked with hers, Saya took a good while to look at Andoain’s surprised look before she began to cast her Arts.

“O Leader of the Pathfinders, it was kinda your fault you made me mad. From this very second, you will look at me, and you will indulge yourself in me until this power has lost its effects.”

It took a few seconds until Andoain was fully under Saya’s Arts. The once calm and focused eyes were narrowing, and should Saya look closer into his eyes, a tinge of desire was present. That second, Saya regretted her decision for a while–why did she cast Arts that would increase one’s lust, when neither she nor Andoain ever asked for any consent to do such acts? But at the same time, Saya felt a bit of thrill and curiosity. Only her Arts were capable of telling Andoain’s behavior when he gave into his desires.

Just as Saya was busy admiring Andoain’s tranced state, the male Sankta already dragged her inside the abandoned building. He made sure to venture to the deeper, innermost parts of what was once a guest house. Once he felt like he had gone deep enough, the male Sankta dragged her inside one of the rooms. The bed’s frame was a bit weathered, with walls filled with water stains and mold in certain corners. But for an encounter as sudden as that one, it was fulfilling enough in the eyes of Andoain.

Saya’s body shivered. She didn’t expect Andoain to just drag her inside a room in the depths of an abandoned guest house. Trying to get another glance of his eyes, Saya turned her head around. The desire, the lust she saw in Andoain’s eyes grew when he was finally alone with her inside the room. Not even Saya could believe her eyes–she never used her Arts to incite arousal before, and once she finally used it, she was met with the gaze of a lustful Sankta before her. Only silence remained between the pair, before Andoain pulled his body close to Saya's and pressed his lips forcefully onto Saya’s. His lips were surprisingly soft, yet Saya could feel the force coming from him. The kiss alone was enough to make Saya whimper and let out heavy breaths. How could Andoain not want to force himself upon her?

Deepening the kiss, Andoain gently bit on Saya’s bottom lips as if asking for her permission to let his tongue explore her cavern. Even when Saya was resisting his attempts, Andoain was too strong. Saya ended up opening her mouth after a few more gentle bites, letting the silver-haired Sankta explore her mouth. “How warm…” Andoain commented in the middle of their make-out session. Continuing his teasing, Andoain pulled out slightly and whispered, “Play with me, Saya. You wanted it, right?”

Those words alone were enough to incite desire within Saya, and she let Andoain’s lips kiss her and his tongue entering her own cavern again. As Andoain’s tongue kept licking her own to initiate their play, Saya would finally succumb and play with his tongue. Wet, sloppy noises accompanied by whimpers echoed around the room as they played with one another. Andoain would also pull away from Saya slightly and let their tongues fight outside of Saya’s mouth, before he would kiss the brown-haired Sankta again and continue their tongue-fighting.

“M-mmph…!” Saya whimpered. The duration of the kiss was long–too long that Saya had to pull away first for a breather. It took her a neat three minutes before she was the one to lean in towards Andoain and kiss him, wanting to continue their tongue wrestling again to make it much longer. Only this time, it’s inside Andoain’s mouth instead of hers. Who knew how much longer they would kiss, pull away, and kiss again. The desire within Andoain’s body only grew, and once he decided it was enough, he left a squeeze on Saya’s ass. “How soft.. The size is perfect too,” he commented. The male Sankta didn’t just stop there however, as one of his hands trailed along Saya’s hips, waist, then to her chest. While one hand was still on her ass, the other one squeezed her breast gently.

“I quite like the texture. How come I have never touched you before?”

Saya’s face reddened at the comment, leaving her at a complete loss for words. The way Andoain managed to seduce her–even if it was her own Arts’ doing–managed to drive the female crazy already. The whimpers and soft moans escaping her lips didn’t help with her predicament either, and it only drove the male Sankta’s lust to even higher heights. His impatience was slowly growing more and more, driving him to remove Saya’s upper garments. Her breasts were now exposed for Andoain to enjoy, and he took a good look at it before unclasping her bra.

“Shh, don’t feel embarrassed… I’m only here to indulge myself a little,” Andoain cooed into Saya’s ear, sending shivers down her spine. Now that Saya’s breasts were fully exposed, Andoain went further to explore her body. His left hand began squeezing one breast, while he bent down to Saya’s level to make sure his mouth was right in front of his lover’s other breast. Slowly, Andoain began placing his lips on Saya’s nipple and kissed it. However, he didn’t plan to just kiss her nipple–he wanted to taste more, and more he did. The kisses turned into licks, before he finally took in all of Saya’s nipple and sucked on it. On the other hand, Saya was feeling the greatest pleasure she ever felt. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as Andoain was sucking one of her most sensitive spots, fingers tangled in Andoain’s hair as she pushed his head deeper into her chest so she could receive more. Andoain didn’t forget to tease her other nipple in his hands, pinching and twisting it as he liked. Occasionally, Andoain would also clasp Saya’s nipple in between two fingers while squeezing her breast, all for the sake of his own pleasure.

If he was doing it for himself and he was under the influence of Arts, why did it feel amazing?

The male Sankta finally grew bored, and decided to let go of Saya’s nipple. Noticing an off-white, yellowish liquid from her breasts, Andoain smirked. He quite literally milked Saya, her breast milk trickling down onto the floor and leaving its trail over it. By this point, Andoain was aware about how horny his partner was, and he too wanted to devour her immediately. In his corrupted, entranced state of mind, such thing as a bed was unnecessary if he could fuck Saya while pinning her against the wall while standing, or fuck her on the floor.

Taking off his garments, Andoain exposed his bare body before Saya’s eyes while tossing his clothes on the bed. The bulge that was covered by the cassock he wore was now exposed, his erect length standing proudly in front of Saya. The female Sankta’s eyes were fixed on Andoain’s shaft like she didn’t want to look away from it at all. Andoain smirked at how in awe Saya was at the sight of him, yet he wasn’t going to give it to her immediately. Ordering Saya to bend down, he wanted Saya to be the person that gave him the ease of entering her slit–and his way was for Saya to suck on his shaft. Teasingly, he whispered in a commanding tone, “Come here, Saya. Have a taste and lube it before I decide to pound you.”

Saya obliged to Andoain’s request, and immediately did as she was told to. Her lips slowly engulfed the male Sankta’s already hard shaft, and put it inside of her mouth. Her saliva coated around the long, thick shaft for a while, pleasing Andoain in the process. Once Andoain felt he was ready and fully coated in Saya’s own saliva, he ordered the female Sankta to remove her mouth. His patience was getting thinner and thinner, and his final order was for Saya to remove her bottom garments. Not only that, he added yet another order–to slowly strip down out of her last few pieces of clothing to tease his mind even more.

And like how Andoain expected Saya to behave, she obliged to his orders.

Even if she was the one who put Andoain into his current state.

Putting on the sudden striptease show for her lover definitely left Saya with lots of embarrassment. But if she were to be real, she wanted to taste Andoain badly. Else, why would she ever cast Arts that would have an effect similar to an aphrodisiac? She wanted it as badly–or even worse than Andoain under the effect of her Arts. The moment her last piece of fabric fell from her body, there went all her shame. Saya was finally laid bare for Andoain the same way he was bare for her. To add more, Saya’s juices leaked out from her pussy onto the floor, leaving trails like how her breast milk did the same.

“That’s a good girl,” the male Sankta cooed. “Let me take you higher. Let me indulge in you, Saya.”

Andoain no longer hesitated, and pushed Saya against the cold wall of the room. He made sure he was quick in his actions too, and plunged into Saya without mercy to her body. It hurts, Saya thought. But the pain she felt was quickly changed into pleasure when Andoain moved himself slowly inside her wet, warm slit. “A-aah, Andoain…!” Saya whimpered, her body shivering as the male Sankta moved inside her. Her calls and pleas for Andoain were ignored, like how her earlier attempts were ignored. It didn’t infuriate Saya, however. It only fueled her lust even more.

“Mmh…! Andoain, a-aah! Damn it, nngh! Andoain…!”

“Yes, Saya… Just like that, keep calling for me…”

From that moment and on, that was the only verbal response that Andoain would give. As pleasure continued to surge in the bodies of the two lovers, Andoain increased the pace of his thrusts to maximize their pleasure. “Andoa–aah! Mmh…! Faster, please… Andoain, faster…! M-mmh…! Ahn!” Saya pleaded, her pleading voice overflowing with lust. The response Andoain gave was not verbal anymore. Instead, he put all of his energy into pleasing Saya with his thrusts. His pace was otherworldly, leaving Saya’s mind completely broken. The lewd look plastered on Saya’s face didn’t help her situation either–Andoain was only getting more eager to see her eyes roll back in pleasure with her mouth agape and tongue sticking out because of him.

Andoain intensified his thrusts to go as fast and as rough as he could, wanting him and Saya to finally reach the climax they desperately desired for. The sounds of skin against skin, heavy breaths, and moans echoed around the secluded room inside the abandoned building, and to Andoain and Saya, the world was completely theirs. Nothing else mattered but themselves, and the pleasure that was surging inside their body. “Saya, nngh… Just a bit more… Just a bit more, and I will cum inside you, alright? A-ahn…”

“Mmh…! Andoain, please… I need it… I need–aah! Mmh…! Andoain…!”

Eventually, the pair reached the orgasm they desperately wanted. As Saya’s warm, tight walls clamped around his shaft, Andoain shot his load deep inside Saya’s womb. As he came down from his high, the effect of Saya’s Arts was slowly dissipating. He felt dizzy, yet satisfied to have fucked Saya completely and fill her up with his cum for the first time. It took a while for Andoain to finally come down from his high, as well as regaining his reason. As for Saya, she was still shivering from the pleasure. She was in shambles, yet also in pleasure. No matter how much she regretted it, the happiness to finally be devoured by Andoain and letting go of her anger was stronger than her regret.

“... Oh, dear me. Using your Arts again, Saya?” Andoain asked, his shaft still snug inside of Saya’s slit even when he was back in his conscious state. “But it seems like we both enjoyed it. How does it feel to have your desire satiated? Were you satisfied?”

Saya’s face was red from embarrassment, and averted her gaze from Andoain. She was a bit unhappy that Andoain reminded her again, but since she had gotten what she wanted–

Perhaps, she’d kinda let it slide.

“I’m still mad,” Saya sulked. Her complaints and annoyance surfaced again, yet Andoain’s response was only a few pats on her shoulders and some head rubs in hopes of giving comfort to the sulking female Sankta. Using his empathy on Saya, he sensed that Saya still felt insulted and unappreciated by the other Pathfinders. And to make things worse, the blame was put on her when she was trying to do her best for them.

“Saya, I understand your predicament. But you need to–”

“Shut up! Why are you like them? I’ve done everything, but–”

A light thud silenced all of Saya’s complaints, and then a surge of warmth. Andoain’s arms were tightly wrapped around Saya, embracing her as tightly as he could to provide the female Sankta with warmth even in their current nude state. Immediately, Saya returned the embrace. She didn’t know that she needed a bit of a hug from Andoain, even after the steamy events that had transpired between them. In his tight embrace, Saya felt warmth. In his tight embrace, Saya felt comfort. “Thank you,” Saya muttered, tightening her own embrace around Andoain’s lean body.

There was no response, only silence. But Andoain’s embrace and the small, light kiss on her neck was enough to help Saya understand that it was his way of saying “You are very welcome”.

[eyndr-stories]

Howdy :D thanks for the tag!!

1.

Blue!! A very specific type of dark blue, hang on i have pictures-

^ THIS blue ^

2.

When I think 'jester' my brain combines the feelings of a few things- the joker from playing cards (blorbo from my cards) medieval court jesters (and their stinker tomfoolery nature) and of course the DCA from FNAF lol

So, imagine if you will, a lil silly stinker of a guy, fun and colorful outfit complete with long hat, astrological themed, and perhaps riding a comically sized bike (too big or too small, up to you!) and also with the little cape the joker has because I am a fan of capes haha

(putting a picture here of joker for you)

3.

Did you know that cows can and do have best friends? :D

4.

If we're talking stuffed animals then Brownie!! My brown bear buddy who wears a stylish pretty red bow <3 If we're talking more like Functionally Play With It toys then.. as a kid probably legos, we had a big big container full of random lego pieces. My current favorite is the piano, not technically a toy by the standard understanding (unless you count those little one octave things for kids) but I will argue that making music is extremely fun and I love to play around with music so I say it counts lol

5.

WORDSS there are so many good ones!!! A few of my favorites: shenanigans, hullabaloo, obelisk, goon, wonked (wonk / wonky, etc), booze, egads, onomatopoeia, wanderlust, constellation, arson, locomotive, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (there was a whole song about this one in that Marry Poppins movie lol)

6.

It's hard to think of snippets.. I can think of a few scenes that I'm really pleased with for sure, but nothing small enough to share here. Hang on I can at least find a funny little something from one of my stories...

     “Your favorite color?” Fairin prompted.

     “Oh, of course. Probably green,” Eir said.

     “Just… green?? That’s it? What kind of green? Like the grass? The sea? The sky before a horrible storm?” Fairin questioned.

     “I dunno, a pale sort of green. I guess like… new leaf growth on the stem of a sweetbell,” Eir elaborated.

     Ashild finally spoke up after an uncharacteristically long bout of silence. “I have been carried across immeasurable distance, I have seen the rise and fall of countless suns, I have met more creatures than the two of you combined will encounter in your lifetimes, I have been left lonely in the corner of a shapeless and endless void for more years than your minds could fully comprehend AND YET I HAVE NEVER ONCE BEEN AS BORED AS I AM IN THIS MOMENT LISTENING TO YOU TWO PRATTLE ON ABOUT COLORS!”

7.

AHHH this is another very good question. It's so hard to choose, I have so many. I am a creature enjoyer!!! I love phoenixes and werewolves for all the thematic / metaphorical sort of functions they can serve (also cause they're cool lol), i had a HUGE dragon phase when i was a kiddo, basically any of the creatures from The Labyrinth, does minecraft enderman count??? Also demons of course haha Thank you for this silly tag game!! Very good one, 10/10

I shrimply cannot be bothered to tag folks. If you see this & want to hop in on the game, consider yourself tagged!!

Making my own silly tag game

Normal tag games don't have the questions I think are really important, so here are exactly seven questions I actually care about.

What is your favorite color?

Describe the aesthetic of your favorite kind of jester. If you cannot vividly imagine a jester dancing in your head, describe any silly little guy that so strikes your interest.

Tell me an animal fun fact you think is particularly neat

What is/was your favorite toy, either from childhood or now?

What is your favorite word? You are entirely allowed to list multiple if too many are just so good, let's hear all your best words.

What is a line, section, or snippet you've written that you're particularly pleased with/proud of?

Favorite non-real creature? (Includes cryptids, fantasy creatures, mythical beasts, yokai, original species, monster, any creature that isn't real but still makes you go "Oh, this one is neat")

@ your pals to politely request they tell you these fun things about themselves via reblog. @ as many people as you want. @ no one. @ yourself. @ an image of a funny horse. There are no rules here.

I will tag some of my pals here :) @venomous-qwille @eyndr-stories @writing-forever @aviul @ohno-the-sun @pillowspace @kc-wilson-art