#merry answers

[unmerrymagdalene]

Sydney burying aeself in work does not change based on corruption. Corrupt Sydney is no more likely to take a nap on PC than pure Sydney. The dialogue for it isn’t even that different: (corrupt) "Don't move. Taking a nap." versus (pure) "Hope you don't mind if I doze off on you.". Corrupt Sydney just works in Sirris’s shop after school before going to pray in the temple. The underlying problem has not been solved.

Jesus fucking Christ that is so depressing

The underlying problem hasn’t been solved!

This goes into my other headcanon/“I’ve thought about this too much,” but I really don’t think Pure and Corrupt Sydney are all that different?

Like, in terms of how they express their sexuality it is: Corrupt Sydney is more upfront, while Pure Sydney needs to “convince” PC because he can’t make an active decision, otherwise only he can be blamed for it

But they still have the same or similar ideals? I remember seeing this screenshot for the Confessional (while doing research):

I know logistically they’re the same for coding/game reasons, but it still asserts Sydney holds the same ideals after being corrupted. I could talk more about the above but that’s for another post

It feels less like being corrupted fixed all of Sydney’s problem, and more of “it fixed(?) one, but created a whole bunch of others on top of them.”

Corrupt Sydney is also reminiscent of good, straight A teens eventually breaking and swinging into the other direction. They are trying to prove something to themselves and others (mainly that they aren’t that person anymore), but are in a very difficult/sensitive place in their lives. They are figuring out their identity now, and are conflicted and confused.

Imo, Corrupt Sydney still harbors all the problems they had before: overworking themselves, having confusing/damaged ideals on relationships/sex, and still not really handling the whole other parent situation. The only difference is that they fit in with the town way better now.

[mystellenia]

christmas mirror sex with vi ୨ৎ

summary: you look a little too good in your christmas pajamas, and vi simply can't control herself.

content: answer to this req!! dom!vi, sub!r, desperate!vi, strap (r!rec), makeout and through-the-chonies rubbing just for a little bit, dirty talk i guueeesssss, rough!vi, mean!vi, vi's thrusts are like a fucking JACKHAMMER like paralyzingly fast (is paralyzingly a word (did i just make that up (call me an entrepreneur))).

notes: this is pretty filthy guys. merry christmas my kittens eat well. OOH OOH ALSO GUYS. yk when cait and vi fucked and cait was like "while you were gone... i- i saw someone..." and vi is like "i dont fucking care."? yeah thats what the line later on thats in red is giving. muehehehehehhehe. and i double posted too i’m such an active queen. read soft christmas morning with vi thru the link ;)

(wc 1.2k)

your head slammed against the plush of the mattress as vi roughly dropped you on the bed. 

just twenty minutes prior, you were just standing in the kitchen brewing two cups of tea, one for yourself and one for her. the two of you were in your own version of matching christmas pajamas: the pants of the set were sitting low on vi’s hips, her toned v-line visible with a taunting red happy trail peeking out from under a plain wifebeater. the long-sleeved, buttoned shirt of the set loosely draped across your body, the top few buttons undone and showing your upper chest, and the lower hem just barely covering the fat of your ass, clad in a pair of white, cheeky underwear covered in little red and pink hearts. 

vi was splayed across the couch with her phone dangling in her hand, her eyes unabashedly trained on your ass while you moved in the kitchen. just looking at your bare legs in the warm light of the kitchen was enough to get her going, and once you turned around with a mug of tea in each hand and approached her, nipples erect and poking through the fabric of your pajama shirt, she knew the two of you were going end up in the bedroom in the next fifteen minutes. 

“here, baby,” you said, carefully setting her mug of jasmine tea on the side table next to the couch. “let it cool a bit—it's really hot.” 

“is it, now?” vi mockingly mumbled, not caring how obvious her intentions were, her gaze lowered to your thighs. “c’mere,” she says, hooking one hand around your waist and the other under your ass cheek to pull you onto her lap. 

“jesus, i have piping hot tea in my hand, violet.” you rush to carefully place your mug of tea next to where you set hers on the wood side table. your voice wavers a bit when vi’s lips suction to your neck, suckling on the skin and leaving wet patches as her mouth moves. 

her kisses trail up the side of your neck to your jaw, disconnecting right when she gets to the corner of your mouth. your breath has already begun shuddering from her sudden teasing, and you pant into her parted lips. 

“but, i just made... but the tea,” you squeak out, trying to stop her from devouring you, because you know once she starts, you won’t be able to say anything but yes and please. 

her head tilts to the side, lips brushing over yours. with a scoff, she says, “i could not care any fucking less about the tea,” and then pulls you by the back of your neck to close the small gap between you, immediately pulling moans from your chest.

a particularly sharp thrust from vi snaps you back to the present. you lay on your back on the edge of the bed, your head dangling off and facing a full-length mirror in front of you.  

through your upside-down view, you watch her lean figure snap forward at a diabolical pace through the mirror. her wifebeater was discarded, her bared chest making your clit throb as she pistoned into you with a long, red strap. with every jolt of her hips, her small breasts bounced and hypnotized you in the mirror’s reflection. 

if your vision wasn't getting blurry from the stimulation and the blood rushing to your head from your inverted position, you’d try telling her how salivating she looked. you give up the thought of even trying because the idea of forming words dissolves just as quickly as it came about, pleas and begs the only coherent words your brain can make. 

vi had the stamina of a seasoned race horse, so while you had already cum twice, she was steadily building up to her first orgasm and had barely broken a sweat. out on the couch, she had unbuttoned all of your shirt’s buttons except for two at the bottom to expose your boobs, her mouth latching onto them immediately while her fingers rubbed you through your panties. your shirt was still unbuttoned, and your free boobs bounced with every one of vi’s devilish thrusts. 

“jesus christ- can't believe i hadn’t fucked you like this yet,” she ekes out. “i love this pussy so damn.. so damn much...” her voice trails off with a long grunt. 

that familiar, hot swirling begins in your body, your legs softly twitching on either side of vi’s hips.  

“vi, please- please don’t stop,” you whisper, unable to remember how to speak at a louder volume. 

“oh, what was that?” she evilly taunts. “did you say something? i’m gonna need you to speak up, mama.” 

you whine in frustration. in between cries, you mumble, “please, don’t stop, please. keep going, keep going, don’t move.” tears fall from your eyes and up your face from gravity being flipped, salted drops disappearing into your hairline and down your hair that hung to the floor. 

your strained begging just eggs her on more, her thrusts somehow picking up speed even more and further bruising your already abused cervix.  

you wonder how at such a relentless pace, she has remained nearly silent, but before the thought can develop, you’re cumming hard around her cock, your mouth open in a silent scream. vi grins at your helplessness and continues fucking you through it, only slowing down once you begin nonsensically babbling. your dumbification pushes her to her climax, too, and she fucks the both of you through your orgasms. 

after a minute or so, once the two of you have come down from your highs, she grabs a fistful of your hair at the crown of your head to lift your ragdoll-like head up to face her. 

“you think you got another one for me in that hollow skull?” she teases, slightly shaking your head side-to-side by her grip on your hair. her smile is evident in her eyes, knowing you couldn’t give her another one even if you wanted to. 

all you can do is pant words out incoherently and shake your head, your eyes nearly crossed from the sheer strength of your orgasm.  

pulling your body fully onto the bed by your thighs, she sets your head onto a pillow, pulling out and removing the strap from her hips to get a warm washcloth to clean up the mess you’ve made in between your legs.  

she walks around the bed to where your head rests on a pillow and smooths the hair stuck to your forehead with sweat out of your face.  

“you did good for me, baby, i’m proud of you. i know i was rough.” leaning down, she drops a kiss on the tip of your nose, chuckling at how you still haven’t seemed to get a grasp on your surroundings. “merry christmas, mama.” 

merry quismos chat. make sure to wish all your favorite skibids a merry gyattmas (i’m gonna throw up in my mouth i’m cringing)

[softersynths]

Hi! I know looking at it from a general perspective both Ford and Fiddleford sucked at being healthy father figures for Shifty and that the closest one for him (according to the canon) was Stanford unlike Fiddleford who seemed more hesitant about Shifty, but did him and Fidds had at least one of those weirdly good moments when he was growing up? How does Shifty feel about these memories knowing that Fiddleford is unable to recognize him throughout the show?

[ash-and-starlight]

“They’re going for the twins,” said Zuko. “They’re spreading out around the ice, they know—” and inevitably, like the scratchings on an oracle bone, the image was stuttering into view on their planetside radio map. Around the disrupted frequency of the Siqiniq and Taqqiq’s ice wall, the remnant Fire Nation ships were spreading out, the asteroids that had been fencing them in all scattered by now— “We’re going after them,” said Zuko.

The Mercy of Magpies chapter 5

written by thee one and only @ranilla-bean and betaed bt @faux-fires

Chapter Post || Cover || Map and Characters || Ch 2 || Ch 3.1 || Ch 3.2 || Ch 4 || Ch 5.1

[mrs-starkgaryen]

Favourite Shakespeare's Comedies

After my other poll, I am going to be specific. There shall be a battle of the favourites!!

For-

Two Gentleman of Verona (comment 🐕)

Winter's Tale (comment ⌛️)

For the love of Shakespeare, please reblog for a better analysis

[domoriu]

merry christmas kiwi :⟩ ! I saw a post about riding taesan and wondered if you have any thoughts about it,, like his face when he looks at you? down bad 4 him fr

- 🐠

merry christmas lovely!!

riding taesan… i think it could go multiple ways but i think for the most part i think he’s gonna have a look like the pic below… (this pic makes me insane btw) he loves watching you get off using him as your personal toy :3

if he’s more dominant, i think he would still sit back and watch you ride him, gets touchier when he’s close or when you start getting tired and he wants you to keep moving on him and then he’ll help guide you on him !!

[3dogbones]

MERRRRRYYYYYY CHRISTMAS (or.. ehehe… bruhmas…)!!! special XPAU art dump frfr because im still obsessed after a year (CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S BEEN THAT LONG GRAAAAHHHHH)

@xpau-official @doodlenovaa (IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE NOTIFICATION I TAGGED doodlenova WITH ONE A INSTEAD) design and character credits, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO NOG BTW (at least I think it is?)

Error belongs to loverofpiggies, Nightmare belongs to jokublog, epic sans belongs to yugogeer012, eggnog belongs to doodlenova, toast sans belongs to yesea0812 on yt, mark sans belongs to MEEE!

[hornyseason]

Respectfully, give us a thirst trap for xmas

Ask and you shall receive

[i-may-be-an-emu]

merry shootmas to those who celebrate

[daily-smol-silm]

Some of the Fëanorians (as children?) in Foremenos while the snow falls outside the windows? Or Maglor and Maedhros browsing through Important Ruling Stuff in Himring, or Caranthir enjoying the peace in Thargelion, while snow and wind blow outside... Your choice :)

Day #169 - Snow Day

It's snowing outside the fortress of Formenos, and the brothers are enjoying the view.

[gandalf-the-fool]

[unmerrymagdalene]

“Jordan taught me a thing or two about discipline”. But the only time Jordan personally physically hurts the player is in the introduction to the temple weapons. What did Jordan teach you about discipline, Sydney?

Ok there’s like, 2 ways you can possibly spin this:

1) Jordan has taught the values of discipline to Sydney verbally, throughout their time in the Temple. Sydney hangs on every word because they’re a follower through and through, and takes all of the Temple’s messaging to heart. They’re also a fairly disciplined person on appearance, in reality they’re hanging by a thread

2) Jordan may of? Done some punishments near Sydney? I have no proof of this but my god it feels interesting right?

[the-radio-demon-blog]

Merry Sinsmas everyone and to All a Goodnight!

And of course, happy holidays as well!

As much as I enjoy the Christmas cheer and I suppose Charlie's never extending excitement for it, it gets rather dull, doesn't it? I must say personally Christmas is a time I dread. However, I hope you enjoyed it and your families didn't drive you too wild. Hah!

Charlie as always put up quite a show at the Hotel and I suppose, I enjoyed myself for once. Angel Dust insisted on singing Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt which is, of course, in character. Gift exchanging was quite interesting.

Lucifer as always, showered his darling Charlie in gifts (which I outdid by the way). Ah, the quality of the gifts is what matters which is what Lucifer has yet to realize. Even a singular incredible thoughtful gift can outdo all else. (It was the Heathers musical on tape directly from the Human World, if anyone was wondering. She hasn't even seen it yet!).

Niffty...well, I gave her cyanide! I'm sure she'll do right by it! Biochemical warfare should be quite fun in the hotel, hm?

I'm a wonderful gift giver aren't I! Don't be shy, compliments are welcome as always.

[chonggen]

[fortress-substitution-team]

merry smissmas!! y'all like them bananas?

the team is too busy with their celebration to look at the TV

[nectar-cellar]

amir just wants to remind everyone that he's tall, jacked & handsome btw