#merry answers

[merry-brandybuck-official]

BOO.

*jumps* AH! *regains posture, acts cool* Hello.

[unmerrymagdalene]

Jordan is a symbolic opponent if they are one at all. During the rite of promise, if the player ever punched Sydney, Jordan will ask where the bruise came from and if the player is responsible. The player can say yes, which leads to "Fascinating. Sydney lied for you, then." And this doesn't impact Jordan's scoring or affection. If the player fails the purity test during the rite of promise, Jordan even says that Sydney won't be informed. Jordan isn't stopping anything. They may never give their blessing, but they won't actively break them up, because even in a situation where Jordan has the most power to stop things, they don't do anything.

Oh I agree totally! I think Jordan is a good symbol/“figurehead” for the Temple as a whole, and I like how Jordan goes along with most (if not all) of the Temple’s actions.

I also fixate on Jordan’s relationship to Sydney and vice versa: like alot of Sydney’s relationships it isn’t normal! Not even remotely! Sydney looks up to Jordan and follows most of what they say, which is in line with Sydney’s character and how passive they are.

And if you remember that Jordan also had a close-ish relationship with Sydney’s other parent, I think you could conclude a few things.

I like the idea that everyone in Sydney’s life kinda projects what they want onto Syd, just a little. Lene is not immune to this btw. I also headcanon Jordan attaches themselves to Sydney to simulate that old relationship. Also also I think Jordan and Sirris both treat PC the exact same way: as an accessory to Sydney and not much else-

I think in the case of Lene and Sydney, Lene is as uncomfortable with Jordan as she is with everyone else in the Temple. Jordan doesn’t do anything to her, and I’d imagine they’d try to talk with Lene. Very awkward small talk while Lene is waiting for Sydney to leave, with Lene not responding. Jordan’s really a personification of Temple for her, and Sydney holding Jordan in high regard is…uh, it doesn’t end well-

[ask-merry]

Nyx i keep finding all your ocs,,,,

-totally not tommy shhh whos that...

//totally not Tommy 🤭 hiiiii

[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 your swollen clit. 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)

[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

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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!

[i-may-be-an-emu]

merry shootmas to those who celebrate

[lsd-astronaut]

First of all just wanted to say your writing is great and take your time with all your requests no rush! ❤️ I was wondering if you’d write some headcanons about the hobbit boys and bilbo with a hobbit plus sized/chubby reader? I’d image that body type is a lot more accepted for hobbits since they eat so much and honestly it might even be the beauty standard lol. I just think it’s sweet to imagine that my favorite hobbit boys would probably love me just as I am

After watching the movies for the first time yesterday, I can finally feel like an imposter no longer, and your request is well-received along with your fair praise, my lady lord liege. I absolutely adore writing about the hobbits and I shall have much fun with this.

The hobbits with a plus sized Hobbit!Reader (Headcanons)

Frodo

He is not considered quite attractive at all to the usual hobbit; his skin too pale, and his body a bit too thin for the beauty standards you can find in the Shire. For this reason, he never really expected to meet someone he could call his in exchange for being called theirs, and was quite content to being a bachelor for life.

That all changed when he met you. At first glance, he thought you to be very attractive. But, surely you would be busy fending off other people's advances. To his surprise, he constantly sees you on your own, in public scenes. Finally, on his birthday party, he decides to approach you and strike a conversation.

A few weeks later, and you find yourself spending most of your time with this curious hobbit. You are aware the tiniest bit that you two must look weird together, but Frodo's personality shines through and you wouldn't change him for anything. You tell him as much the moment he dares to officially ask you out.

Dating him goes pretty smoothly, but sometimes there are tiny rocks that get in your way. Whether the insecurities stem from you or him, it is a fact that they are there.

Frodo feels like you should be with anyone else, and you feel like Frodo should be with someone more knowledgeable than you. This initial obstacle gets swiftly solved after a much-needed conversation where both of you lie yourselves open to the other. Needless to say, you come out from it much more connected than before.

Frodo is not a very good cook; Bilbo was the one who mainly did the kitchen duty, and he did try to teach his favourite nephew, but Frodo was a free spirit and preferred to spend his days reading a book. Still, he tries to cook for you with the help of Sam, who is a surprisingly stern teacher in gastronomical matters.

Before the Quest, he loved lying his head down on your thighs, as their softness was bliss for him. Afterwards, the comfort is still there but you are aware of the sheer need that underlies Frodo's actions. Your softness feels like an anchor to something he thought he had lost by the Ring's hand.

Sam

The most conveniently attractive of the four hobbits, yet he is very shy and also of a lower class, so he does not have many suitors. He has accepted this fact as well as he could but his eyes still strayed to you whenever he saw you in The Green Dragon while he was hanging out with Frodo, Merry, and Pippin.

Once you start dating, you are the most adorable and famous couple in that part of the Shire.

You help him a lot to get out of his shell, and he really appreciates the effort you make, even if he sometimes think he is not worthy of it. Thoughts like that are not allowed in your household and so you make him leave that notion aside.

The lovesick glances do not stop throughout the relationship, no matter how much time passes. Sam loves you as much (or more) as he did the first time he saw you.

One of his love languages is physical touch but every time he does touch you, he will get so flustered and his face so red that you start wondering if maybe you should call a healer.

Cooks all your favourite foods for you because "someone as pretty as you should be healthy and eating enough."

Merry

Fuck, does this guy (hobbit) adore you.

Although he may seem a bit shallow, only caring about the external appearance, your personality was the biggest reason why he chose to get close to you and ultimately stay. However, your appearance did have an effect of him, let's be honest.

After returning to the Shire, he had lost a lot of his fat, and was pure muscle, which made him a bit conscious of lying down with you, thinking he was too uncomfortable for you to cuddle him.

Further from the truth, you cuddle him even more, and are the big spoon whenever he needs it, which is now more than before the Quest. He not so secretly loves it when you cuddle like this because he just feels like he is enveloped by pure love.

Should he hear even a peep of any insecurity that may plague you, he will make sure that you hear him talk wonders about you to other hobbits and big folk that he meets. You comfort him, and he does his due duty like a decent partner.

Pippin

Again, a rather skinny hobbit for the Shire beauty canon. He doesn't really care about it to be honest, he is just so happy to spend time with you.

Does not leave your side if he can help it. Constantly wants to show you off and will talk everyone's ear off if you don't stop him (preferably with a kiss).

Teases you a LOT by poking your tummy whenever he gets bored and you're sitting side by side.

Whenever you're cuddling, he will position himself on top of you and put his hands under your shirt, and just bask in your warmth, as he makes cookies like a very content cat. If you play with his hair in that position, he will start snoring in minutes.

After the Quest, he was even skinnier, which made you focus on your newfound goal: make sure your partner regained his lost weight. He adores your cooking, so he is really excited about it.

Bilbo

Your designated cook no matter what you say. He doesn't "trust these dwarves to make anything that would befit a hobbit." He does a fairly good job with what supplies he has during the journey to Erebor. It's not as good as what he would make at home in Bag End, but you assure him that the gesture just makes it taste wonderful.

If anyone is mean to you because of your appearance, which gets more frequent as you get further from the Shire, he will be on them like a hellhound. No one speaks about you in that manner, and if he ever did that, he would beat himself.

Whenever he is not complaining during the Journey, he will be listing in his head possible meals he thinks you would like. Ends up imagining your smile at his work, and Thorin is just wondering if Gandalf didn't make a mistake by choosing this hobbit as a burglar; why, he only whines, and blushes at nothing!

At what point am I just repeating myself five times? Anyways, I hope you like this! It took me sooo long so I'm sorry for that💕

[merry-brandybuck-official]

Merry!! Would you want to go to farmer maggots field with me?

YES! Wanna go now?

[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.

[gandalf-the-fool]

[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