#ketchup makes puppets

[8prcntmilk]

drew frank and wally from @eechytooru’s ena au (:

wally is almost entirely from memory lmao

[8prcntmilk]

it was more than two hours

Hear me out-

Wally wearing this outfit

[anthurak]

Something I’ve always found rather curious about the Adventure Time fandom, specifically Bubbline shippers, is that nobody seems to talk about how the show slipped in what might be the most angsty, hardcore and emotionally raw Bubbline stories disguised as a wacky Rashomon-style recap in the episode Ketchup.

Like it’s pretty clear that Marceline is doing the whole ‘Lollipop Girl and Rockstar Girl’ puppet-show because she doesn’t want to traumatize BMO with what happened while they, Finn and Jake were gone, and also because she herself doesn’t want to revisit those memories directly.

But when we start reading between the lines and recognize that Marceline’s embellishments are really more to tone DOWN events, I think we get a very stark and raw depiction of what Marceline was doing when Patience set off Ooo’s elemental apocalypse.

Just to kick things off, how much does anyone want to bet that this joke translates to ‘Marceline and Bubblegum had a fight and Marcy was giving Bonnie some space… and because of that, Marceline wasn’t there to protect Bonnie when she was kidnapped by Patience.’?

Kinda adds another layer to Marcy’s whole ‘I was so afraid something bad would happen to you’ breakdown in Come Along With Me, doesn’t it?

Next we have ‘Rockstar Girl smacking off the potato-heads growing on her’ which pretty easily translates to; ‘while everyone else was getting overrun by the elements, Marceline was able to fight off the elemental contamination for possibly entire days while she tried to find a way to help Bubblegum’. And given what we see with Finn and Jake only able to resist the contamination for maybe a few hours at a time, and how willpower was one of the only things that could hold it off, that says a LOT about just how DESPERATE Marcy was to help Bonnie. I mean, you want a really hardcore and messed up image? Imagine if Marceline was actively cutting or RIPPING off the contaminated parts of herself to keep it from spreading and regrowing those parts with her vampiric regeneration?

Then we have ‘Rockstar Girl went after the Blue Tranch’, which I can only imagine translates to ‘Marceline going on a GOLB-DAMMNED WARPATH to hunt down Patience St. Pim’. And let’s remember that A. Patience was currently a super-charged Elemental and B. Marceline would still be fighting off elemental contamination herself, whether the Candification from Bubblegum, the Ice-ification from Patience, or even both.

I mean, when we think about it; ‘Rockstar Girl played some really loud music that the Blue Tranch didn’t like’ quite possibly translates to the most insane battle of the entire show. Like on one side we’ve got Patience St. Pim, seasoned Elemental who could already make Ice King look like an amateur, super-charged with elemental energy making her probably the most powerful Ice Elemental in thousands if not millions of years. And on the other side, we’ve got Marceline, consumed and possibly more than half-crazed with rage, fear and desperation to help Bonnie, going ALL-OUT with her numerous vampire powers, possibly some of her demonic powers, all while fighting off the encroaching elemental contamination.

And if ‘The Blue Tranch begged Rockstar Girl to stop and go away’ is anything to go by, I think we can assume that Marcy utterly WRECKED Patience’s SHIT. As in, Patience may well have ended this fight with an axe in her gut, a claw choking the life out her and Marceline threatening to devour her very SOUL if she didn’t tell her how to help Bonnie.

(Here’s another fun thought: Something that notably separates Patience from the other current elementals of Ooo is that whereas Princess Bubblegum, Flame Princess and Slime Princess are all physical manifestations OF their elements (Gum, Fire and Slime, respectively), while Patience is human. Yet when we see her during the arc, she seems to have lost her human body and assumed fully elemental form as well. Now we could of course assume that this is simply due to the elemental overcharge just like the others. Buuuuttt… what if Patience was FORCED to assume this new form because her human body could no longer SURVIVE after the utter THRASHING she received from Marceline?)

Finally, we of course have the end. Something which seems all too easy to imagine even with Marceline’s toning down of events:

Marcy rushing back to the Candy Kingdom as fast as she can. Even though she’s exhausted from her fight with Patience and the days spent fighting off the elemental contamination. To the point where now she can only barely hold it off and maintain her sanity. Perhaps she wonders if this is what it was like for Simon during their time together…

Even though she knows speeding back this fast is only draining her strength faster, but that doesn’t matter to her. Because what matters right now is the trinket, potion, or something or other clutched in her hand that Patience gave her. Something that Marcy can’t be sure will even work. But she hopes it will. That’s the only thing keeping her going, the only thing holding her together at this point.

A blind, desperate HOPE that this will save Bonnie…

When she finally returns to what was once the Candy Kingdom, Marceline finds the massive tower of gum. Perhaps like Finn and Jake later on, Marceline at first isn’t sure what she’s looking at and thinks Bonnie is at the top. So she flies right to the top in a burst of speed that drains her already dwindling strength even further.

And there Marcy finds Bonnie. Or rather, what Bonnie has BECOME. Perhaps she doesn’t even remember Marcy.

Perhaps for Marcy, this is like losing Simon all over again. Except instead of the father who raised and cared for her over ten years, it’s a woman that Marcy has loved for the better part of a millennium. A woman she was only just able to start loving again after so long. But now, just like Simon… she’s gone.

And this realization does what all the elemental power of Ooo could not.

It breaks Marceline.

Just like that, Marceline doesn’t even try to use the ‘antidote’ Patience gave her. Instead, perhaps Marcy gives Bonnie one last kiss and just… accepts the madness.

Because now, at least they can be together.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Fast Food Snack

My story starts with a close, but I'm hungry...

An intimidating glare from the baggy-eyed manager tells me to back the fuck off, but I have no intention of leaving. I'm starving and this asshole has no idea who he's staring at! After all, how could an old fast-food worker named Darryl know that I just discovered the ability to control dumb little minds like his?

"Open up," I say, licking my lips at the feeling of inserting myself into his head.

Mind control isn't like how it's portrayed in movies. I don't just snap my fingers and bring victims into a vacantly drooling state. No! It's much more invasive than that, and it's much, much more unpleasant for my poor targets. Imagine a sickeningly stiff presence pushing through the back of your skull. It shoves your own ideas and intentions aside, ripping away the control you had over your body. You probably always took that control for granted, but now you can't cause so much as the blinking of an eyelid. Most people spend their time in my thrall screaming internally.

Being sidelined in your own body takes some getting used to, and Darryl isn't enjoying it in the slightest. Nevertheless, I use his hands to unlock the front door and invite myself inside.

"Please, come in," I make his gravelly voice speak, "Can I suck your dick as an apology?"

I feel the man cringe on the inside. He hates hearing and feeling his own mouth make such a vulgar offer, but his stoic face doesn't crack. This idiot is trapped inside his own mind while I get to puppet around his body. I don't even have to tell him what to do.

"Maybe later," I pinch the manager's cheek, "Let's get you deep-fried and seasoned first."

With a vice grip on his brain, I steer the fast-food worker off to do my bidding. Humiliating my playthings is the perfect appetizer...

Darryl spends the next few minutes collecting all the leftover food from the garbage, dumping it all over himself. The manager doesn't stop there, proceeding to lay on the floor and rub all the grease and ketchup into his clothes. That trademark glare stays frozen on his face the entire time he soaks in the day's old fries and ketchup.

"I'm a messy little bitch," he states blandly from the ground, "And an ugly, dumb, low-life."

His words make me chuckle, even though I'm the one making him say it. My metaphorical arm is rammed up his ass like a ventriloquist with a dummy. It's also me that's puppeting his hands to rub the food into the pits of his polo and the crotch of his khakis.

"You really should've just let me inside," I purr with my own mouth, "Now I'm gonna make you act like a messy bitch forever."

Darryl's face remains unbothered, but I feel the real man panic inside. If he had control over his eyes right now, they would be bulging in pure terror. Instead, they gaze passively back at me from the floor.

"Boss? Where'd you go?" a smooth voice interrupts my fun with Darryl.

A tall, dark, and handsome young man walks out from the back kitchen. His thick arms and bushy beard make me salivate. The name tag on his juicy pec reads 'Josh' but there's plenty of other things I'd rather call a stud like him.

"I thought you said we'd leave early if we got everything cleaned up," he grunts quietly.

The handsome fool is too preoccupied with wiping down tables to notice his manager rolling in grease and condiments. Briefly glimpsing in his mind tells me that he wants to finish his shift as quickly as possible, but I won't be letting him off work any time soon.

He jumps when he finally notices me, startled to find a customer still lurking after closing hours. His scowl shortly returns to his face as he pushes out his chest to address me.

"We're closed. You need-" his voice cuts as I commandeer his heavy body and thick neck.

With me in control, Josh's autonomy is squeezed into a corner of his skull, but he still retains all his senses; feeling his muscles relax, licking his salty lips, taking a deep breath of greasy air, and staring at his new master. I make him walk forward until his bulging chest is brushing against my own.

"I can give you a much better show than that dried-up, old, dishrag," I make him say, gesturing to Darryl with his broad hands, "My man-tits are fat and juicy just for you. Let me be your little slut. Fuck me like the breedable piece of meat I am."

Internally, Josh is furious, but his voice doesn't waver as he delivers the words I wrote for him. He's like a Ken doll I'm playing with, only none of it is pretend.

"I think I'd prefer dinner and a show," I giggle, "Why don't we let that dried-up, old, dishrag fuck your ass. He is your boss, after all."

Josh doesn't visibly react to the idea. He doesn't wince or crack the scowl I'd left on his handsome face. He just marches to the back and lays himself out on the dirty floor. Darryl follows, per the instructions I'm pumping into each of his limbs.

"Give it to me hard, boss," Josh says in a low monotone.

"Prepare for a rough ride, muscle-slut." Darryl answers his employee dryly.

Of course, internally, both men are freaking out. It's hard to tell who's more panicked; the manager who's about to dog-fuck his employee, or the roided up gym-rat who's about to take it like a bitch. Darryl wants nothing more than to pull Josh off the floor and run out of the building, but I hold his body firmly in place, making the man unbuckle his stained khakis like he's about to get lucky. Josh is the same, desperately trying to break free and attack, but I've got full control over his bulky body. I make him stick out his tongue and lick the floor like a pathetically horny animal. He still has to taste every inch.

"Papa's ready for ya," Darryl moans, pulling out the cock I easily inflated to full mast.

"Hurry Papa!" Josh squirms as he thumbs his pants below his wiggling bubble butt.

"What the hell?" a nervous voice stutters.

Turning, I find a much less impressive man walking into the kitchen. His name tag reads 'Aaron' and he must've been bullied into cleaning the bathrooms for the last twenty minutes. He's missed a lot, but it doesn't take long for me to catch him up.

"I'm enjoying a meal here!" I bite, mildly annoyed, "Shut up and make yourself useful."

His mind folds instantly to my efforts, and I know exactly how to put him to use. Aaron snaps his mouth, marches around before me, and kneels. Without a single breath of pause, his hands unzip my jeans and pull out my aching penis. He swallows it whole, bobbing his head expertly. Aaron's never done this before, but I've had a few blow jobs and I know exactly how I like it; with a throat wide open and lips at the base.

"Continue," I sigh in pleasure towards Josh and Darryl.

The pair unfreeze, resuming the messed up porno I'm forcing them to star in. The manager leans into Josh's back and enters him from behind. "You're gonna have to take Daddy's dick every time we close. Got it, boy?" he grunts down at his employee. The bearded stud looks up to his boss, and sucks some of the various condiments out of the man's stained shirt. "Yes, sir. I want to end every day like this, here, with you inside me." Darryl continues slapping his groin into Josh's splayed rear, pushing the younger man's face against the cold damp floor.

It isn't long before Aaron's expert dick-sucking leaves me cumming in his stomach. Finally, I'm satiated. "FfuuuuUUUuuuUucck..." I grunt out a long guttural moan of relief.

When my eyes flutter open, I see the mess I've left in this little restaurant...

The three men stop with the act; Aaron pauses, my dick still halfway down his throat; Josh freezes in the middle of writhing with fake pleasure; Darryl even ceases his brutal rape of his employee despite never reaching a climax. None of it matters anymore. My rocks have gotten off, so my little puppet show is over. I'm left with three terrified fast-food workers with broken wills.

"Sorry guys," I pull away and zip up my pants, "I get a little carried away when I'm horny."

"It's, ok," they all answer back nonchalantly, but I can hear their true thoughts screaming, locked away somewhere in their minds.

With a wave of my hand, I wipe the experience from their memories. I turn off their consciousness and set Darryl, Josh, and Aaron on autopilot. Like actors in a bad hypnotism movie, they rise and get back to their nightly chores. This time, their jaws are slack and their eyes are vacant. They'll finish closing down the restaurant and go home, where they'll scrub themselves clean and get a long night of rest. By tomorrow, all of the psychological and physical remnants of what I've done will be gone.

For them, it'll be like I never set foot inside this place. For me, I'll have to pretend that I didn't just become an evil and sadistic super villain. I never did end up eating any food, but I did satisfy some sort of hunger inside me...

...at least for now.

I let my urges get the better of my powers. Being a mind controller is hard. I can barely even control my own mind at times. Wandering away from the isolated, little, restaurant, I wonder how long it'll take before I lose control of myself again...

To be continued?

[platonic-writer]

Them harbingers (yes include elf man— I dont see much of him— and the unplayable and playable harbingers) with a gn! Reader thats chubby, and an A B S O LU T E gremlin. But its ok to them since you're the sweetest creature in their eyes. That. Is. True.

Like one time you asked them what that smell is *ehem* blood and they were going batshit crazy at how much of an innocent little bean reader truely is. Thats totally not one of the infinite reason as too why they wanna protect reader- nope!

(Reader is like, idk— 9-14 years old—)

OMG THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA!!! I plan on writing elf man this month!

You're Request has been made (￣ε￣＠)

CHUBBY/GREMLIN GN! CHILD READER & PLATONIC FATUI HARBINGERS

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One day while the Fatui harbingers had a meeting the Tsaritsa came personally to tell them something

Imagine their suprise when they saw a chubby kid

"This is GN!Reader, my child, i have gathered you here to discuss something you will have to do."-Tsaritsa

"My grace, you have a... child?"-Pierro

"HELLO! IM GN!READER YOU ALL LOOK SO PRETTY(≧▽≦)/" -you

The first meeting was a bit chaotic?

Well... you did rip the coat from childe😬

..you did also kind of steal some mora from Pantalone

Lets not talk about how you broke Scaramouche's arm- (Puppet arm?)

Anyways, the meeting was about having to take care of you for some months

Imagine their own suprise when you began wormimg yourself into the hearts of them 💀

The first one to fall was obviously Childe, you were just so cute! Look at those cheeks

The last one to fall was Scaramouche, he was petty because you broke of his arm, he began to like you after he realized that you were so innocent

The meetings became something all of them looked foward to because they could see you

Everyone in the Fatui knew you as a destructive kid, i mean you did kind of blow up one of the archons statues

"Mr.Pulcinella the child you've been taking care of has blown up our base where we reside."-Fatui Agent

" Aw! Gn!Reader probably thought you were gonna hurt us, such a sweet child, i have to tell the other Harbingers about how sweet you are ( ◡‿◡ *)" -Pulcinella

When you first met them you were quite chubby

You're now chubbier because the Harbingers always give you food

You need healthy food? Pierro,Dottore and Arlecchino got you!

Oh you want something sweet? Childe, Pulcinella got you!

You want money? Pantalone will give you a castle if you just ask!

Who needs real people who serve you? You have your own roboters from Sandrone!

Capitano is your protector, why would you need to fight if he's there?

Childe would take you around the World, Liyue? Sure, lets go! He will buy you toys and make you weapons if you want any!

Columbina sings you to sleep every night, she wants you to sleep peacefully

They all think you're the most innocent bean they've ever met, that's why they will always protect you!

"Mister Childe? Why are you covered in Ketchup? Did you play with your food?(・・ ) ?" -You

" *Every Harbinger stares at him* (ᓀ ᓀ)"

"UH YEA I ALWAYS PLAY WITH MY FOOD! ITS quite nice....?" -Childe

" oh! I see, but you have to wash up now!<(￣︶￣)>" -you

Months later Tsaritsa came back to take you, they were all sad but the Tsaritsa told them that they would see you more because you now live with them in the castle!

Scaramouche has made you your own hat because you like his a lot (You still don't know it was him who gave it to you)

They all get cute agression from you so half the time they will either be hugging you or squeezing your cheeks

Signora has 100% told you about her backstory and sees you as her own child, she knows that you're the kid of Tsaritsa, but she can't help it. You're just so nice and sweet. You remind her of her Lover years ago

Summary: They all see you as a child that needs to be protected, you may already be over 8 years old but you're still so innocent. You're not corrupted from the people of this disgusting World. They all love you a lot, you can ask them anything and they shall give it to you.

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Thank you for reading, i hope you liked it! 。.:☆*:･'(*⌒―⌒*)))

[chronicbeans]

I feel like I request way to much and I can't remember if I made this request already 💀 I imagined puppeteer reader having to show wally basic human things like brushing your teeth and hair and that you have to wash your clothes and when they say this wallys just like "more clothes pls" and after a lot of begging reader gives in and takes him shopping and when they're out wally sees a couple being all affectionate and is just like ":O is this how you guys show affection wowow" and tries to pull the same moves on reader 💀 (can be romantic or platonic I just love the idea of wally unknowingly rizzing up reader 😭)

OMG YES. More human Wally being confused.

Human Wally and Puppeteer Reader (part 2):

🍎 Day 3: this man is helpless. Like, you know it isn't really anyone's fault, since he is used to being a puppet and not a human, but... Come on! He tried to eat the toothpaste! Actually, not even that... HE DID EAT IT. He said he ate it because it smelled nice, so it probably tasted good, too! He was perfectly fine, afterwards, too. Sometimes you wonder if he is really entirely human...

🍎 So, when you finally decide to try to teach Wally how the shower actually works (all this time he has been sitting under the water in his clothes), you take GREAT CARE in doing so. He seems to take things very literally or get more interested in something else. Also, you don't want him to eat the shampoo or soap.

🍎"Okay, Wally, lets go through this nice and easy..." you carefully, very carefully, and extremely carefully talk over the process of how to wash his hair and body, as well as how to dry himself off. You also make sure to make it absolutely CRYSTAL CLEAR that you don't wear your clothes in the shower, and to instead take them off and leave them outside the door, for now. When you tried to go over how to brush his hair, he raises his hand and says "Oh! I got that, already! How else do you think I get my hair this well made up?"

🍎 So, you ask him, after about an hour of teaching, if he is ready to try to shower properly. He nods in excitement, watching as you leave to let him try it.

🍎 It sounds like a warzone. You have no idea what is going on, but you are way too scared to find out. You do notice that, even if he has done nothing else properly, he has left his clothes outside the door. You snatch them up, glad that you can finally get them washed up and rid them of the numerous toothpaste, ketchup, and paint stains on them.

🍎 You end up asking Angela if he can borrow some of Henry's father's old clothes, which she has refused to throw away. She was extremely torn... letting that... THING wear his clothes? But, eventually, she ended up going along with it. She had said that it was probably what he would've wanted. He was always happy to give to those in need. So, you neatly fold and outfit up, and leave them outside the door.

🍎 Two hours later, he finally gets out and peaks his head out the door to get his clothes, only to stop when he sees that they are gone. "(Y/N)! Help! Someone stole my clothes! I can't go out like this! I need to look nice!" You rush over, sighing as you point to the folded clothing, looking up to Wally, who is hiding behind "Put these on. Your clothes need to be washed." "If they needed to be washed, I could've just worn them in the shower." "PUT THE CLOTHES ON PLEASE-"

🍎 He comes out, wearing the plain white dress shirt and black dress pants you got him. To your shock, he somehow got his hair styled into his classic pompadour, even though you don't know if you have the product for it. The bathroom is mysteriously clean, despite the chaos you heard from it. Now, its time to buy him some clothes of his own.

🍎 He is like a child on Christmas morning. He sprints through the clothes aisle, getting lost three times during your trip. He throws practically anything he can find in there that resembles the clothes he wore on the show, with a few extras added on. He even runs to the women's aisle to grab a few dresses, saying they reminded him of the few times he played a princess in Sally's plays. Oh! And they also look pretty!

🍎 At the check-out, he can't help but notice these two people behind you who are acting really odd. They are cuddling really close and using the most sugary of compliments to refer to one another. Is that how he is supposed to show affection to you? He hasn't seen you do that or have that done to you... Oh no! You must feel really lonely! He needs to fix this, as your most devoted puppe- umm... Human!

🍎 As you are putting the numerous bags of (really expensive) clothing into your shopping cart, you feel Wally latch onto you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck as he says things like "I love you so much, sugar cube!" or "Let's get married, someday!" You wheeze from both how tight he is holding you and shock, not knowing where this lovey-dovey behavior came from. Sure, he was always clingy, but it was more in a "worship" way, not "we are suddenly dating now" way.

🍎 The cashier giggles, mentioning how the two of you are "such a cute couple and would make an even cuter married couple!" You decide to stay quiet in the store, walking out with the clothes in the cart and Wally hanging onto you like a lifeline.

🍎 You pack everything in the car, before sitting in the driver's seat and turning to Wally. "What were you doing back there? Are you trying to like, date me or something? Is this weird worshipping schtick you have going on not enough to you?" When he explains what he saw and why he was doing it, you calm down a bit. Just another case of Wally being a little confused, but having the right spirit. "Okay... Just remember that that sort of behavior is usually reserved for romantic partners or trying to get a date, okay? Reserve that for someone you really, REALLY love. I don't know how to explain it. Like, butterflies in your stomach, a nice burning in your chest when you are near them. That sorta love."

🍎 Butterflies in his stomach? Burning in his chest? Near the person he loves? He gets those things near you! There is also this new, beating in his chest ever since he became human. That must be love, too! He looks to you, saying "So... Continue treating you like that. I got it."

[cryptidsmoocher]

FNAF SPOILERS

okay so, i know everyone is talking about it already but I'm just gonna do a quick list of my theories n beliefs bc i want to keep em all together and also why not so here we go!!

mike and garret's father is henry emily! hes the same man working on the animatronics on the training tape, and it makes sense that william would kidnap him and that garrett would be so unphased and willing to get into a vehicle with him.

garrett will be the puppet. im loving the theory that instead of michael being an afton like he is in the games, he's an emily. garrett in this instance would be charlie's replacement in the movies. his story follows the same timeline that charlies does: locked away from their protector (mike/the puppet), taken in by someone they know (william) and then killed by him. the puppet music plays at the end of the film, and right after that, letters spell out "come find me." this is garrett, who has possessed the marionette and is speaking to mike!

the nevada dream isn't real. dreams can be foggy, memories can be worse. mike tells vanessa and his coworker that theres a dream theory, where he can go back into his memories and look for details. but what if hes so focused on trying to get to the details of the car and the man that he's forgetting the big ones? what if he never actually went to nevada? it might seem silly and farfetched but there was a lot of emphasis on the soda spilling, the ketchup spraying, etc. i kept thinking it would go back to the pizzaria. so what if michael blocked out the pizzaria entirely? what if he saw garrett be taken by william? in the games, william comes out of his car, kills charlie, and leaves. what if in the movie universe he instead took garrett and left with him in his car? what if that part of the memory is true, but in a. desperate attempt to block the memory of freddy's he forgot it entirely? he seems unfamiliar when talking to vanessa, who is shocked he's never heard of it, since it was so popular. what if the reason she was shocked was because she knew he had been here before?

vanessa and mike knew each other as kids. vanessa is very vague about her childhood and about her knowing garrett, but she does reveal that she not only met him, but was at the pizzaria often (hence the photo and all her seemingly good memories, like being excited about the band playing). if mike is an emily, it would make sense that he was at the pizzaria with garrett and his parents, and that vanessa had known him. which leads to the question of: did she see when william killed garrett? did she help him? she's smiling in the picture with her father and his plane. did she have no idea until it was too late?

henry emily will come back. mike says that his mom died and his father couldn't handle it, so he left. im not sure how they're going to fit so much into three movies, but my hope is that the trilogy they've planned will end with Pizzaria Simulator. and if this is the case, henry emily would have to be present for it to happen.

abby will possess baby. i really dont have much on this i just think it would be super sick if it followed what would have been her fate if she was an afton, and if she's elizabeths movie counterpart it would make sense for her to have the same ending.

i have a lot more theories and hopes, im actually working out a mini timeline for what i think will happen in the movies bc i think it would be super cool but!! for now thats all i got thats super major to me. im so glad fnaf has had this resurgence in theories im having the time of my life i love thinking about this kind of stuff

[sugar-softies]

Day 9: Euphoria

When Cassandra got home, Wilson was exactly where she'd left him and looking twice as relaxed.

Before moving in, Wilson had been a scrappy, independent, quick witted writer who took his work seriously, and only got high when he was done for the day.

Now, however, he didn't have to worry about money or keeping house. It also helped he had a mommy dom around treating him like he couldn't take care of himself.

"It looks like someone got into the special brownies I left for him," Cass said in a cheerful tone as she entered the living room.

She leaned over the back of the couch and squished Wilson's cheeks, getting a giggle out of him.

"Did you know they'd get you high, or were you just hungry?" She teased.

"Hiiiiigh," he answered with a playful whine of protest. "I don't eat that much."

"That's just not true!" Cassandra laughed. "Silly. Let's get you some dinner. Come with mommy to the kitchen, be good."

Cass pulled out her phone, placing some orders for good old fashioned fast food before finding the remaining edibles.

"Sit on the counter if you can." She patted the kitchen counter and giggled as Wilson struggled to perch on it, clumsy from intoxication and the jiggling belly that was growing on his once slender form. "Now say ah!"

"Ahhhh-" Wilson went to take a careful bite, and moaned as Cass shoved the entire brownie into his mouth.

"Good boy." She patted his cheek. "Now stay right there, I want to get out of my work clothes."

Cass took her time showering and changing into something comfy, she must have taken too long though because when she got back downstairs she noticed a trail of fast food bags and wrappers leading back to the kitchen.

"Oh, baby, you gave yourself a tummy ache, didn't you?"

Wilson was no longer on the counter, now he was sitting on the floor, leaning against the cabinets and panting as he forced food into his mouth messily.

He didn't think to answer, too distracted by licking ketchup off his lips and taking another hungry bite of a triple cheeseburger. Every bite felt like fireworks going up his spine, even though his stomach was unbearably tight and full he couldn't stop eating, chasing that pleasure that coursed through his veins as he glutted himself.

Cass put her foot on Wilson’s belly and pressed down on it, making him whine, gasp, and finally belch. "Greedy baby. Do you have enough? I can get you more."

"Mm-" Wilson took another bite and spoke with his mouth full. "More. More, yeah. Mm."

"Okay, but if I get you more food then-" she grabbed Wilson's pen off the charger. "-You need to take more hits for mommy."

"Nn- Cass, I'll be so fucked up-"

"And I'll take care of you. Don't you want more?" She tempted, holding the vape to his mouth.

Wilson giggled and took it between his lips.

While Cass ordered more food, she sat with Wilson leaned against her and helped him take hits until his eyes glazed over.

When she stood to get the food, he practically flopped onto the ground, limp as a puppet with the strings cut.

"Come and get it!"

Wilson smelled fried chicken, burgers, pork ribs-

He crawled on all fours towards Cass, every bit of him that dragged on the floor felt a tickle of pleasure shoot through it.

He took a big bite of the burger Cass was holding out to him and his brain exploded with color and ecstasy.

He moaned as if he was getting fucked and chased after the burger, taking bigger and bigger bites until his mouth was so full that he was just nudging his lips against the burger needily as he tried to get more.

Cass had him lay back, taking over from there as she fed him bag after greasy bag. Wilson's stomach gurgled and complained, aching in a way that felt like sunbathing and soaking in heat. The pain was purple and pink and it made his pussy clench and his breath quicken as he gorged on whatever was given to him.

"Good boy." Cassandra kissed Wilson's forehead as he licked her fingers clean, drooling and smiling stupidly.

She stroked his belly, feeling how insanely taut and swollen it had become, and blushed when Wilson cried out with pure euphoria and squeezed his thighs together.

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Halt & Catch Fire: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: You're done being a puppet in their plans. You're done letting them control you. You're finally going to take back your life by becoming something you didn't know was possible. your eyes are opened to something better and God forbid anyone who disrespects you.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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"Want me to hit him?"

You look at him with a frown. "What?"

"For treating you like that. He shouldn't get away with it." 

"I deserve it," you sigh, trying to keep the tears from falling.

"Like hell you do, sweetheart. No one should treat you like that. I wish I could give you more than you deserve. You don't deserve this life that we live, and you definitely don't deserve the shit other men send your way."

"Come on, Dean. My mom is gone and it's my fault she died. I watched her as her life drained away, and I did nothing to help."

"You were seven. What could you do against a monster?"

He's right but you can't help but think it's your fault.

"I just wish that sometimes it was me instead of her," you whisper.

You've never really thought about death or dying yourself. This is just one of those hard times.

"No, don't you dare think like that!"

Dean grabs your cheeks gently and makes you look at him. He wipes your tears away with his thumbs. God, his hands are so warm.

"What do you want me to say?" you ask and lean into his touch. 

"Nothing. Don't say anything. You are so beautiful and smart and kind and funny. You know me better than anyone and frankly, you're the only girl I let in. Please don't think like that."

"I thought he wanted to kiss me," you whisper. 

"What?" 

"He was going to kiss me and then people came out laughing at me."

"He doesn't deserve you kissing him. You're too good."

He inches closer to you but you don't notice him doing so.

"What, and you are?" you laugh humorlessly.

"I hope so."

Dean is but a whisper away from you. The butterflies come back, your cheeks heat up, and your palms become sweaty. This time is different. Dean wouldn't humiliate you like that.

"Dean," you mutter.

"Please say yes."

You answer him by closing the gap and kissing him. You're not sure what to do but Dean takes over immediately. He kisses you like how you're meant to be kissed. You never want this moment to end.

I slide across from her in the booth just as she grabs the menu and starts looking through it.

"Dean, what are you getting? Wait, why am I even asking? I know what you want," she laughs, snorting slightly at the end.

"Oh you do, do you?"

I lean back with a smirk, eager to see just how well she knows me.

"Oh yeah. Watch this." The waitress comes back with her pad and pen and introduces herself. "I'll have the bacon cheeseburger with ketchup on the side and a coke. He'll have the same thing but instead of ketchup on the side, he'll have pickles on it. I don't know why, since pickles and bacon are a very weird combination but he likes it. That will also be with a Coke. Could we also get an extra plate of fries since he always likes to take mine? Can we get it with bacon bits? We love bacon. I'm sorry, am I going too fast?"

I stare at her like she's the only woman in the room. How does she know all of this? I guess after years of going to diners and ordering the same thing over and over again helped her memorize my order. There's something about the way she speaks that makes me see she knows more than what is necessary.

Just seeing her like that, talking about my likes and dislikes, makes me see her in a new light. Yes, she's attractive. Yes, she's the closest woman I've ever known. Yes, she's my best friend, but maybe there should be more to it than that. 

I just never notice the way her eyes light up when she talks about me or the way she laughs at my horrible jokes. She has a smile whenever she's with me, and I fail to notice that detail. I'm the one who put it there. 

I want to keep it there. I want to hear her laugh because, to me, it's the most beautiful sound ever. I want to see her smile because, to me, it's the most beautiful thing ever. I want to hear her tell me about her day or about how she kicked some monster's ass because when she gloats, she's happy. 

I want her to be happy. 

I want to make her happy. I never realized it before now but I love her. I am in love with her. Why it took me this long to realize it, I may never know but it doesn't matter now. All that matters is that I know now.

"What's your favorite memory? Any kind of memory of us."

You move closer to Dean which he doesn't seem to mind.

"The earliest memory that I have of you," he smiles.

"Do tell."

"It was the day you found me in the bathroom, bawling my eyes out. I was five and I was sad about my mom, and I didn't want to see anyone so I don't know why I picked the bathroom to hide in. Anyway, you come waltzing in with your bag of Legos, demanding to know what was wrong."

Dean smiles as if this happened yesterday and not eighteen years ago.

"Oh, that's right. You were a stubborn ass. I was just doing what I had to do."

"You told me that you would share your mom with me. At that moment, I knew."

"Knew what?" you whisper.

"That you would be my best friend. I was right. Eighteen years later, you're still my best friend."

"I was going to be your best friend no matter what you said," you smile.

"What is your favorite memory?" he asks.

"You know, you were my first kiss. Ever. I remember being humiliated by that douche, I forget his name. I remember walking home that night, crying, and there you were, saving me like you always do. Then you said some nice words to me and you kissed me. Remember that?"

Your voice has dropped to a whisper but you're so close to Dean that he can hear every word clearly.

"Yeah, I do remember." 

Dean tucks a strand of hair behind your ear but keeps his hand on your cheek. He runs his thumb along your cheekbone before moving it down to your jaw. You're not sure if it's because it's dark, you're so close to him, or his hand on your cheek, but you find yourself inching closer to him.

This is it. This is the moment that will be forever yours.

"So now that this is all over, you can drop me off at a bus station," you say.

"Wait, what?" Dean asks, shocked.

"Dean, I'm leaving. I already told you."

"Like hell, you will."

"Fine, I guess I'll walk." 

You get out of the car without your things. You have your mom's letter, the extra key to the Impala, your wallet, and your phone. Everything else can be replaced later.

"Y/N! Stop!" Dean says and exits the car.

"You said it yourself, Dean. You want me gone."

"I didn't mean it all. You were just pissing me off with the stuff you kept saying."

"What did you want me to say, Dean? That woman broke your heart and you expect me to be okay with you crawling back to her? I was there when you came crying to me. I fought so hard with myself trying not to go over to her and kill her. She broke you down after using you. You don't deserve her, Dean." 

"Why is this affecting you this much? It was my feelings she hurt. Not yours." 

"You won't get it, Dean, just forget about it." 

You turn to leave but Dean runs out in front of you to stop you. He's not done with this conversation.

"No, tell me. Why are you so concerned for me?" 

"You care about the people you love, Dean," you blurt out.

This time is different than the times you've told him you love him. This one holds a different meaning.

"You love me?"

"You know, what, never mind. I knew this was a bad idea."

You don't think you can handle the heartbreak that might come.

"Y/N." It's how softly he says your name that makes you look up at him. "How come you never told me?"

"What did you want me to say? You flirt with girls all the time and I didn't want to be that girl that you hung out with and waited until you found someone better. I guess you already did, huh?" 

Dean doesn't give you time to cry. He pulls you in by your waist and leans down to kiss you. You've waited eleven years to kiss him again. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. After a few seconds, you pull away and look into his green eyes.

"I was so blinded by Cassie that I didn't see who was right in front of me. You've been by my side since we were five years old. I didn't realize that by being with Cassie, I was hurting you."

"It's me or her. You have to choose."

"You, always you," Dean mutters and kisses you again.

"I can't believe she's gone," Bobby says, his voice broken, "and I barely knew her." 

"I'll tell you anything you want to know."

Sam is trying to keep it together but he can't believe you're dead. Dean, on the other hand, is a complete wreck. You're the love of his life. He was supposed to be there for you and he failed you. It's his fault you died. It's always his fault.

"You know, I fell in love with you when we were nineteen. I took you out to a shitty diner in a shitty town but it didn't matter because you were with me. You busted out our orders so fast, it surprised even me. God, why did I have to take so long for us to be together?

"I tried protecting you but I did a shitty job at that too. I guess that's what I do and I guess that's what I always do. I let everyone down. I don't deserve you. You don't deserve me. You deserved something better and now you can't have that so I'm sorry."

Dean holds your cold hand in his warm one as he cries for you.

"What am I supposed to do now?" Silence befalls the room. "You know what?" Dean stands and grabs his keys, wallet, and a few extra things. "I'm going to make it right. I'm going to make it right."

"Back," Lilith says and tries to use her powers on both you and Sam. It doesn't work. You still continue to advance on her. "I said, back!"

Before Sam can stab her with Ruby's knife, she takes the easy way out and smokes out. Ruby's meat suit falls to the ground with no one inhabiting it. Dean lies on the floor with a shredded body and barely any life in him.

"Dean!" You slide on your knees and touch his shoulders, and his lifeless eyes are looking back at you. "Please wake up!"

The realization hits you that the love of your life is dead, and you tip your head back and wail. This panic attack is much worse than the other ones. Dean isn't here to make it better. The entire house shook under your magic with things sliding off the walls and breaking. The door opens behind you and you turn to your dad and Sam who are standing there with tears in their own eyes.

"He's gone." Your voice cracks as you sob. "He's gone."

"Where's Sam?" you ask and take another bite of your Chinese food takeout.

"Out at a bar, I think."

"I'm surprised you're not with him. It's kind of your scene."

"I wanted to spend time with you," he says in a genuine tone. 

He winks at you and you turn away before he can realize you're blushing. At this very moment, you're not stressed. There is no angel or demon business. There is nothing that can take this moment away from you.

Dean, on the other hand, is a nervous wreck. He's been wanting to give you something for a while now but didn't know when the right time would be. Now is the time. 

"Hey, I have something for you," he says nervously.

"What is it?" you ask and take another bite.

"Open it." He slides a small ring box on the table toward you. You stare at the box before looking at Dean. You swallow your food, set your chopsticks down, and slowly open the box. Inside is a gorgeous simple yet elegant diamond ring. "You said my ring was too big for you." He takes the ring out and slides it on your right ring finger. "I was serious when I said this ring would represent my promise to always love you. You said to get a real one, and I did."

"Dean, this is beautiful," you whisper. "Where did you get this?"

"Pawnshop," he chuckles.

"I love you," you say with a teary smile.

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Scooby Doo x Goosebumps

This better be some universal foreshadowing that we're getting a Scooby and Goosebumps crossover or I'll be so mad!

This week while I was in Barnes & Nobles I came across this and almost cried from joy. I'm a huge fan of Scooby- Doo and Goosebumps so this was just perfection. I know this was most likely a setup from leftover Halloween stuff, but I love it (also give the person a raise for the idea)!

Headcanon Time/ Scooby Doo x Goosebumps AU:

The Mystery INC is called by an anonymous benefactor to help find some missing people (mainly children) in a small town.

The gang jump to it since they love mysterious, but they love helping people more.

Once they arrive in the small town they begin investigating and hear strange stories around town for example: an evil dummy coming to life, a witch who grants terrible wishes, haunted mask that attach to people and turn them evil, cameras that predict omens, and so on.

At first the gang thinks it's another hoax and real estate plot, but the stories sound eerily familiar like something out of a 1980's -90's children horror book series.

The townsfolk don't trust Scooby - Doo due to his abilities to do things a normal dog can't possible do: speak human language, cook, dance, the works. This hurts Scooby and makes him start doubting himself (how dare you townspeople!).

The gang then investigate a writer who half the town think is responsible due to the kidnappings are similar to the horror novels he writes. When they meet the writer it's none other than *drumroll* R.L. Stine (who plays himself in the movie fanfic).

Mystery Inc: It's famous children's horror writer, R.L. Stine!

At first Velma is excited to meet the famous R.L.Stine, but after her encounter with Ben Ravencroft, she fears he'll be the same as Ben. Until -

R.L. Stine: So, you've met Mr. Ravencroft. How was he?

Velma: (Gloomy) I was excited to finally meet one of my favorite writers. Only to be disappointed when he turned out to be evil.

R.L. Stine: Yep! I met him before, he's a huge jerk! You should've met Stephen King aka the 'Adult horror writer of Goosebumps'.

Velma: *Perks up*

R.L. Stine reveals that he called them, and he is the cause of what is going on due to bunch of works he never finished/ can't find the ending for a current story from his old typewriter he had since he was nine, and if he can't come up with an ending soon things will get worse. The gang don't believe him and think all the rumors around town about him being the kidnapper are getting to him. The gang stays with R.L. Stine's place during the investigation and Scooby and Shaggy come across certain items from the Goosebumps, Fear Street, The Nightmare Room, and The Haunting Hour franchise. Scooby and Shaggy come across Slappy in his inactive state and unknowingly read his spell.

The next day Stine's home is trashed with a message in blood (or ketchup) reading: SLAPPY'S BACK!

Slappy (played by Jack Black or Cal Dodd) plans to possess Stein to bring a new era of horror to the world. He's been bringing all the monster/villains to life and the real world and framing Stine for the crimes.

Slappy: Hello papa, I'm back!

R.L. Stine: Slappy!

Slappy: That's right. Ooh! I see you got some friends and their dog.

Scooby: Rog rhere?

Shaggy: Check it out Scoob, the puppet really is haunted.

Daphne: Yeah, I guess we were due an evil dummy sooner or later.

Slappy: (Flabbergasted) W-what? You're not scared of me?

Fred: No offense Mr. Slappy, but we've dealt with real monsters before.

Velma: Zombies, cat-people cultist, witch's ghost, aliens, virus monsters, the list goes on and on.

Shaggy: Me and Scooby here even taught at a monster school once.

Scooby: Reah!

Slappy: Wow! I just met you people and I hate you already.

The gang and Stine recruit now adults Carly Beth, Danny Anderson, Hannah Fairchild (ghost child), and a few others to help end Slappy's reign.

There's an epic battle and the find a way to defeat Slappy and return everything to normal. R.L. Stein and the gang are cleared of all charges and are now heroes to the town!

It wouldn't be Goosebumps without a twist - Slappy survives and with his own typewriter he begins writing his own series. His first book is of the original Goosebumps series with an image of Mystery Inc. and R.L. Stine in the Mystery Machine with looks of terror on their faces.

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help

[hoffstrap-yuri]

For Billy - 4. Favorite line, 10. Best moment on screen, 19. Vices/bad habits, 31. If they had a tumblr what would it look like?, 43. 3 favorite foods and 3 they despise

4. Favorite Line

"Hello Paul, you are a perfectly healthy, sane, middle class male. Yet last month you ran a straight razor across your wrist. Did you cut yourself because you... truly wanted to die, or did you just want some attention?" Iconic behavior billy. Had me dying of laughter the first time I watched Saw xD

10. Best Moment on Screen

I'm so glad you asked, you know it's the scene in Saw 3 while Jeff Denlon is walking between traps when he sees something on the ground. On the ground is Billy the puppet posed like the son that Jeff is still in mourning over that was hit by a car.

19. Vices/bad habits

Since I have an extensive hc that Billy basically just acts like a small child and is not just a doll, his vice is ice cream and his bad habit is just pushing Hoffman down the nearest flight of stairs whenever Hoffman denies him a trip to DQ/McDonald's/Other ice cream place.

When he asks the other apprentices if they also hate billy, Lawrence and Amanda just look at him like he's crazy.

"But he's so sweet." Amanda says

31. If they had a tumblr...

Let's be honest, billy's too cool for tumblr. But he would have an insta talking about how Amanda takes him to the mall, Lawrence and him play soccer at the park and then crossposts it to tumblr because that's the only social media that John uses. It's the only one that makes sense. To. Him.

43. 3 Favorite Foods/3 Dislikes

Ice Cream

Tacos, but only the ones that amanda makes for him with ground beef and a taco seasoning pack. Has gotten mad when Hoffman brought him a carne asada taco

Fudgy brownies

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Green beans. Will try to scrape them off his plate and onto the floor but amanda won't let him get away with it. If Lawrence notices it, he'll slip them back on to Billy's plate and Billy thinks Lawrence is a magician because of it.

Pistachio ice cream. Why do they even bother to call it ice cream, Billy wonders. Queue the gif from Spongebob with the kid in the car crying about his pistachio ice cream and his dad asking "why did you order it?!". That was just footage of Billy and Hoffman

Raw tomatoes. It's a texture thing, but he loves ketchup and watching a tomato go splat on Hoffman's face.

[montywithchildhoodtrauma]

SAMS & MAFS Incorrect quotes because... I don't know at this point

Old Moon: cocks gun and points it at Sun Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.

Old Moon: You spent money on THIS?? Old Sun, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.

Earth: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie- Moon: Eyy, homie! Eclipse: But then there's cootie… Monty: Die.

Harvest: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated! Bloody: Killed without hesitation.

Lunar: Kinda sad* Are you a cuddler? Bloody: We a machine of death and destruction. Lunar: Harvest: …Yeah, we cuddle.

Harvest: What if Cinderella was a baking slave instead of a cleaning slave, and her name was Mozzarella? Bloody: Don't ever speak to me again.

Puppet: Don't have a bookmark? Try ketchup instead!! Lunar: What makes you think I read?

Earth: Are you coming to bed? Monty: I can't. This is important. Earth: What? Monty: Someone is wrong on the internet.

Harvest: Bloody! This soup is flaccid! Bloody: LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?!

Lunar: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?! Eclipse: It's kind of complicated, but Monty- Lunar: Got it. Forget I asked.

Sun: About to do something incredibly stupid Moon: I know I can't stop you, but I won't let you go by yourself.

Monty: What if mayonnaise came in cans? Foxy: Well, that would suck because you can't microwave metal. Lunar: Good morning to everyone except these two people.

Sun: Well Moon, I have to say, I'm really disappointed. Moon: Well, you didn't HAVE to say it. You could've just thought it.

Earth: We’re all in this together. If one of us falls, we all fall. Nobody is expendable on this team. Harvest: Sounds fake but ok.

Foxy: Good morning! Sun: Is it? Is it really?

Harvest: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it. Harvest: Everything will be fine. You have no choice. Sun: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that? Harvest: Ominous positivity.

Eclipse: I think I mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apart.

KC, pointing a camera at Rays: There they are, our sweet baby. Rays, holding a cigarette and a beer: What-?

Eclipse: Don’t weep for the stupid. You’ll be crying all day.

Bloody: is throwing stones at KC's window KC: You have a phone for a reason, Bloody! THUD KC: DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!

Rays: Where are you going? Monty: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.

Lunar: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Old Moon: Literally or figuratively? Lunar: I have to specify?

Lunar: working in a flower shop and minding their own business Bloody, storming into the store and slapping $20 on the counter: HOW DO I PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVELY SAY “FUCK YOU” IN FLOWER???

KC: Answers phone. Hello? Moon: It's Moon. KC: What did they do this time? Moon: No, it's me, KC. It's actually me. KC: What did you do this time?

Lunar: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'M SORRY) Sun: What's that? Lunar: Remorse code. Sun: I'm even angrier now.

Harvest: Next time I'm at the pet store, I'm gonna take a hamster and drop it in the scorpion cage. I wanna see what a hamster's face looks like when it goes, "oh, fuck."

Moon, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks. KC: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

Monty: Dom or sub? Sun: I guess Domino's, since I don't go to Subway that much. Don't see why you'd put them in the same category though.

Foxy, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe? Sun: Yeah, sure. A few minutes later Sun: Here you go. Foxy: Sun: Monty: Why am I here?

Sun: is effectively running on 5% battery* Is the pink panther a lion? Moon: Say that again but slower. Sun: I don’t get it. Moon: He’s a PANTHER. Sun: Is that a type of lion? Moon: No, it’s a fucking panther. Sun: googles panther They aren’t pink? Moon: AND LIONS ARE?!

Sun: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Earth: Several traffic violations. Lunar: Three counts of resisting arrest. Monty: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Moon: Also, that’s not our car.

[fullcolorfright]

What horror films do you think have the best practical effects? Which ones have the worst but are still fun?

I love practical effects so I really gave this one some thought! I’ll skip over the ultra-classics (The Thing, Alien) because they’ve already been talked up and for organization split this into 4 of my favorite eras: silent spectacle, midcentury monsters, splatter-action, and modern animation.

For me at least a lot of silent film effects are so pioneering that I’m wowed by the slightest thing they’re able to achieve, and the medium is also so necessarily visuals-focused that many of the true bombastic films are just showcases of incredible effects. I’d say your best options for seeing some truly impressive stuff are Dante’s Inferno (1911) (one of the first surviving feature films, so it really gets across exactly what they were capable of at the time), and Faust (1926), which goes all-out, creating a whole world of angels and demons.

The creature features of the 30s-60s were all about making fun new designs. I’d go for The Invisible Man (1933) for invisibility effects that impress to this day, and Black Sabbath (1963) for some terrifying puppet action.

Splatter-action movies can be a vehicle for some particularly flashy effects, and the 80s-90s were the peak of the craze. Here I’d recommend The Boxer’s Omen (1983) and Braindead (1992). In Boxer’s Omen, the effects are for a series of vibrant wizard duels, and in Braindead, for gallons and gallons of fake blood, sprayed full-force in every direction.

Some of the best practical effects I’ve seen in recent films have been in horror-animation- like silent films, these really allow the visuals to shine. The (mostly) stop-motion animated films The Wolf House (2018) and Mad God (2021) have been standouts.

As for horror with bad effects that I still enjoy- Any kind of safety or religious scare film. I’m thinking specifically of The Burning Hell (1974) and Think About This (1999). The ketchup blood is essential.

[etoiles-astrologypainter]

Father is not here the house is not a playhouse... But l want to cause chaos again! But the last time l destroyed @thetruescholar miss natalia 's kitchen... I almost got beat up by the scary slipper.

Does father also have a slipper? I don't know but l don't want to find out... But l wonder what father would do if l made a mess in the house?

I would be in the time out corner or be grounded for a long time? I kinda wanna see mister étolies angry face... This will not be a good idea, but it's to late to back out. My curiosity is a bad thing...

Yay time to have fun in my new playhouse!

The little puppet went on a random bed and she was jumping up on it but then she went to the kitchen and she was making so much noise with the pots and pans in the kitchen.

Yay let's continue! The little puppet ate all of the cookies in the cookie jar and then she started to take all of the plates and utensils out of their place.

She put everything on the ground and then she went to the living room and she threw every pillow out of the couch, all of the pillows fell on the floor...

She also used her powers to grow a lot of roots and vines in the house and she was having fun on a slide she made with a tree...

The next thing she did was to draw on the ways of the house, and she was put soap bubbles everywhere in the house...

This is fun but it's not enough it's continue... I pray to the archons in advance please save me from the scary slipper!

The little puppet also threw a lot of ketchup on the walls of the house... I think that's enough for one day... I hope l will be okay.

Miss kusanali please protect me from the scary slipper!

The curious puppet- 🌱🪻

Étoiles comes back to his hut after leaving her alone for only a couple of hours. After unlocking the door and seeing the space torn apart, his first thought was that it'd been broken into. Which in turn made him worried about the little puppets safety.

"Sheznevna!" He yells out into the house, putting his bag down as he fully enters the space. And then he spots the pictures drawn on the wall, and realizes what has happened. He runs a hand over his face and sighs. "Nevna, darling would you come here please?" His voice is much softer now, no longer worried if she'd been in danger.

[granulesofsand]

Good gay/night/else, Dune! Never wrote you (probably, I don't remember) but now I have a question and wander if you guys can know answer. Do not answer if what is inside makes you feel uneasy or bad or smth else, take care of yourselves, you are one of my favourite blogs to follow

TW for programming, brief mention of torture, sex and missing limbs (nothing detailed, not real gore)

So.

1) our whole life (as we remember it) our legs sometimes just deactivate randomly during day. We always needed to spend some time to make them work again

2) as we understood more about being system, we noticed that "no-no legs" is actually switching to somebody

3) it's nonhuman alter that "smells" like somebody related to sex, thinking about itself as thing made for sex

4) we probably have programming and do wander if it's programmed alter or smth like this

We have bad feelings about it. It feels very wrong. We wonder if you have ever seen something like this or expiriensed it. We heared only about hc-did systems being tortured aka programmed to think that body misses limbs, but we don't remember anything like this and we never had even big bruises in childhood, our parents would notice

🗝️🏷️ programming/torture and deprogramming details, sex and sexuality, RAMCOA in general

We’ve heard of a few similar experiences, and I’m fairly certain all of the ones I’m thinking of were from RAMCOA systems. I’m going to respond to each of the numbers as best I can, and we’ll see how that goes.

1) That sounds like dissociative paralysis (assuming y’all don’t have a physical condition causing it), which I’ve seen in both system members who thought that body part was absent or who had to hold the body in a certain position.

The main thing is that whoever is paralyzed doesn’t know they can move the body part that isn’t working. I have read about system members coming to this conclusion on their own, but even then it was usually because they were conditioned into it while forming.

Programs that can have this effect on legs include: doll/puppet, animal (especially snakes or those whose limbs don’t work like humans’), statue, and any punishments that were targeting that body part.

2) It could be switching, passive influence (especially if the one doing it is less elaborated) or someone whose job it is to turn on that paralysis (it can look like a button, a switch, a lever, a book, anything). The best way to find out (if you can’t observe them do the thing) is by asking.

We’ve seen some of your posts about conflict between alters, and, from experience, people who don’t trust you don’t tend to answer. Building rapport has to come first, otherwise you risk punishment and retaliation.

Reassuring them that there won’t be consequences (only if it’s true) and writing it out somewhere the others won’t stumble upon it can help, because there’s less chance of someone hurting them and it might get around don’t-talk rhetoric if they’ve been taught it.

3) The non-humanness of the alter doesn’t necessarily imply they’re programmed, but smelling like a perp (or anyone, really) is something I’ve never heard for by-chance alters. The believing they’re made for sex can be tended to the same regardless of origin, and looking to programmed survivors might help kick-start the healing process purely because it’s a common belief for programmed alters.

We usually start the same for anyone who has strict self-concepts like this, which is by giving them choices wherever possible. Simple things, yes-no questions like if they want ketchup with fries (and giving them space to choose outside the yes-no as long as it isn’t causing harm), then open-ended questions like what their favorite fruit is, then slightly more abstract ones like what their favorite color is.

You& can skip the orange paragraph, it has to do with sex and sexuality.

If that doesn’t work, we move to treating it as a sexual problem. Sometimes we have to get their attention by putting on (ideally non-harmful, or fictional is the next step) porn or using the kind of touch they’re used to (but let them do it or keep it to your most trusted systemmates, then move to your& most trusted outside people) and then packing in as much information as they can hold while you’re around them.

A harm reduction approach helps to make progress without immediately demanding perfection. Decide what the end goal is for this person and set incremental targets. Celebrate every target met, even if it’s not how you envisioned it happening.

4) If it is programmed, there are a lot of ways for perps to get this reaction without causing marks. Holding the position, for example, or limiting the amount of space that person had to move around could have them maintaining that behavior when they no longer need to. Hiding their legs or a larger impact could have them believing their legs aren’t usable without damaging the skin.

Our system consensus is that programming is the intention and the effect, and if the conditioning had both, it counts. You& don’t have to agree with that, and labels are always optional. You& can address the symptoms without naming the cause, or you can give it another name if ‘programming’ isn’t helpful.

The discomfort (or other bad feeling, if that’s too mildly connotated for you&) could be leaking over from those who do remember, or it could be that you’re recognizing something is strange about the situation. Human brains are very good at picking up on subtle details, and trusting that something is up because of those alarms is generally healthy.

Still do try to treat everyone with dignity and respect, including if they feel wrong, but have plans for going forward in both cases, whether the feeling is correct or not. Especially with trauma, it’s easy to decide someone isn’t worth helping, and that’s not conducive to healing whatever wounds are present here.

I’m glad you’re& noticing members in pain, even if you& can’t or aren’t ready to help them yet. Creating bonds and strengthening them will keep your system on a different path from whatever your& perps intended, and spite is a hell of a motivator. I believe in your& ability to heal, pitfalls and lapses included.