#obsessed with jawbone

[parksnark]

Adaine feels stable and loved for the first time

[morrithal]

Actually my ideal Sypre sidequest is THE PARENTS ADVENTURE, starring:

Surena Marie and Carlos Luna as Wilma and Digby Thistlespring

Izzy Roland as Sandra Lynn Faeth

Brennan Lee Mulligan as Jawbone O'Shaughnessy

Rekha Shankar as Sklonda Gukgak

Aabria Iyengar as Hilariel Seacaster

DMed by Lou Wilson and cameo starring Raph Chestang as Gilear Faeth and Ify Nwadiwe as Gorthalax the Insatiable, in Carlos-as-Doctor-Wenabocker style

[adaines-furious-feast]

Yeah "Riz's name comes up a lot when Kipperlilly talks to the counsellor". But also, every long conversation Riz has had with Jawbone has been about Kipperlilly.

[bitebitesnap]

Something that interests me sometimes conceptually is yanderes.

Now I'm not a fan of them. The obsession, the downright horror vibes-it just bothers me..sometimes. There had been a few times where it's actually been kind of interesting, though it's usually because it's not super involved with making the Reader useless or just prey to be hunted.

But that aside, it's not the point, I was thinking about something.

Goku as a yandere would be horrifying.

And I'm not talking about his power. Technically, Vegeta is within the same range so it's not like it's much different from him going on a rampage. No what I mean isn't so much strength. It's reason.

Let's say Goku takes in what happened with Frieza and puts it to heart. Let's say the anger, the rage of becoming a Super Saiyan boils through to his core and changes him at the root-but also not quite. He's still the silly, goofy sweetheart everyone knows....but not quite.

Being on Namek during it's destruction taught him that he can't just let people go as easily. Just because they could be good deep down doesn't mean anything. If they have the chance, remote as it is, to turn on any of them then it's game over no matter how powerful they are. Maybe they aren't a threat to him, but to everyone else they could be the worst thing alive.

So he can't take that risk. Won't allow it to even take root.

He cuts off Gero before he can even release the other androids. Blasted to bits the minute he saw him. 19 went down too because he wasn't prepared to take the attack at full power.

Sure. A few buildings were destroyed, maybe a few people lost. But that's what the dragon balls are for right? And besides, he could feel the virus starting up so he had to act fast! Don't blame him for doing what needed to be done!

Cell is a surprise but not much more of a challenge either. Poor bastard barely got the chance to get away in his first form, and without the other two androids around to fuel his perfect form he had nothing else at all. Okay so some people got hurt in the fight but it's okay too! Dragon Balls, okay?

And without the Cell games, without his sacrifice...there's not much else to do now, is there? He's got nothing to fight, nothing to worry about. Sure he's got Piccolo and Vegeta so it's not like he's completely bored. Also, Gohan is getting seriously strong! He'd love to have a good spar against him when he gets older!

But....it doesnt'....feel quite right..

With nothing to fight, nothing is threatening his friends anymore. He should feel relieved, happy even.

So why does he feel like something is wrong..? Why does he feel anxious, afraid..almost like something is going to happen.

He kept a close watch on all of his friends, going so far as to intrude into their lives to make absolutely sure they were fine. He'd pop in at any point jsut to 'check in', he said, and when nothing was found and everything was fine he'd pop out. 'See?' He'd tell himself, 'Everything is fine. Don't worry about it!'

But he couldnt'...stop...

Simple check turned into hours long stalking. Stalking turned to obsessively watching over them at all hours, staying awake all night hopping between their homes. He couldn't count how many days and nights he'd been awake anymore. Only keeping track of when the sun rose and fell so he could go back to his home and watch over Gohan and you/Chi-Chi.

But it;s still not enough...! What was wrong!?

Then it happens. An inconspicuous little event that could have been missed by anyone had he not been so deranged by the need to keep an eye out for it.

A simple robbery. Not even a well planned out one, the robber had the bright idea to wander into Bulma's open window to steal a few pieces of her jewelry. It was so one-track and clearly idiotic that even she could have handled it.

But Goku was there. He saw it happen.

Poor bastard had no idea what was going on until he was several miles up in the air, dangling by his throat in the hands of a sleep deprived, wild-eyed Saiyan.

He knew of wars, petty battles between factions for something or another. Some part of him envied the rivalries humans could have with each other without running the risk of blowing up a planet. Being weaker, they had countless other's just like them to fight. No stagnation, always another challenge or threat right among their own.

Being himself, a Saiyan as powerful as he was, Goku never had to look down at them as a danger. His friends were strong, stronger than anyone like this little bug in his hands.

....Weren't they..?

His eyes harden, ignoring the squirming roach.

If they were...then why didnt Vegeta do anything to stop this attempt? Why didn't Yamcha?

Were there other infractions like this? Were they all ignoring it? Just letting it happen, right behind their backs where they could get stabbed just like he was when Frieza-

The crunch happens in the back of his head. His eyes watch the pest's neck flop over his fist but see nothing.

Quiet. It was quiet for the first time in a long, long while.

No noises catching his attention. No anxious energy driving him mad. No wild emotions left unchecked from exhaustion.

He was...calm.

Slowly he brings the body closer. The life force is long gone. No light blinks in the eyes. It's dead. Gone. No threat to anyone.

...Because of him..

And it clicks.

It doesn't matter if Vegeta didn;t get to him, he did. Yamcha wouldn't have fought anyways, he was a coward now and terrified of death.

But because he was here, he did. He caught the bastard. He ended the threat. He saved Bulma.

He saved her from something no one was looking for.

With everyone fresh out of a series of disasters centered mostly around the stars or his past, no one was focusing on the present. How could they? They'd been subjected to it for so long they'd grown numb to it by now. A simple robbery was nothing to them-less than nothing.

They were blind to an enemy they couldn't even think of anymore.

So he clenches the body's neck even tighter. Flesh engorges into a red mass in his palm but he ignores it. Even when the balloon bursts and crimson runs down his fingers. As meat squeezes out into and over his palm, the tongue forced out in a breathless gag.

He was their champion right? The strongest under the sun. The warrior who bested the worst of the universe, the tyrant Frieza, the android's maker, even the warrior built specifically to destroy him. He'd done it all. He'd do it a thousand times over if it meant protecting those he loved.

What was a few, measly little lives of a few bugs that dared to call themselves humans? Did their lives matter, even, if they dared to stoop so low as to be like the monsters he's conquered? Were they lives at all or simply dust under his heels?

The body is flung in a random direction. He doesn;'t care where it lands. His muscles are tight with renewed energy, mind clear and focused on a single, soul driven purpose.

He would protect everyone. He would destroy anything that got in his way. Be the wall between them and total destruction.

He was Son Goku the Saiyan, the warrior, Earth's mightiest protector. But if the Earth itself wanted to turn on anyone he cared about....

Then not even the Earth mattered to him anymore.

[hangsawoman]

jawbone, mónica ojeda

[glacierfront]

i love slice of life <3

[lixbf]

i rly do hope i got the need to make fantasy high related sims out of my system now bc otherwise im gonna have to make tracker and jawbone and the bad kids' parents maybe and aguefort and ayda and the cubbys and okay not goldenrod bc dragonborn are like not very possible in ts4 but omg maybe zayn and ragh

[beforeimdeceased]

★ ⋆ ★ ⋆ ★ CONSUME - [E. W]

a little treat! reminds me of some of my older/toxic stuff kinda! thought i’d post a lil something before kinktober hits! consume by chase atlantic is what the title is based off of! also heavily inspired by @eightstarr i’m obsessed with all their works! (tried to post this like 70 times this is the second version of it so please be gentle)

“swallow all of it, fuck.” tears were running down ellie’s face. actual tears of pleasure. she’d been grinding her teeth so much she was sure she’d sawed them down an inch. your tongue, lapping at her cunt at an unforgiving pace, was pushing her over the edge. she gripped a chunk of your hair ordering you not to miss a drop of her.

and you happily swallowed every bit. looking up at her with hungry eyes. this was your way of proving you could be good to each other. by showing one another how good giving in could feel. how much euphoria you could get from one touch. one kiss. all of it leading to a night full of thigh clenching memories.

one being the way she’d shook when she finished. the poor thing nearly lost her balance, causing her to push her cunt further into your face. the action overstimulated her in the moment, making her shake even more. her eyes finding themselves gazing into yours while she bit her lip.

you lift yourself up to give her a break, holding her steady while you place a sweet kiss on her lips. she smiles, tasting herself on your tongue. “damn, you’re so good to me.” you nod at her sentiment. “i think it’s time i return the favor, yeah?”

ellie, only in her bra, had pulled you onto her lap for a deepened kiss. her hands grabbing at your waist while her thigh pushed up into your core. all the friction making you a weak and moaning mess on her mouth. pleads falling from your lips that caused her to chuckle to herself. since she had, as she puts it, “barely touched you and you’re already begging for more.”

ellie loved when you begged. she loved it even more when she felt just how wet you’d get from her asking you to. “cmon pretty girl, tell me what it is you want me to do?” never failed to turn you into a mess for her. what made it worse was the way she’d whisper these things into your ear. her lips kissing up your neck and your jawbone until she reaches your earlobe. a sly smile and a laugh threatening to escape her as she watched you tense up from the contact.

“i wanna hear you ask for it first, and then i wanna hear you beg for it.”

but ofcourse, something got in the way. ellie didn’t let that stop her though, promptly calling you at 10:00pm exactly. wearing nothing but a wife pleaser and a pair of underwear that was ruined the second you spoke. “hey ellie.”

“fuck, i’ll never get tired of hearing your voice.” she breathes.

“are you touching yourself right now?” you ask, noting her labored breathing and delayed response. she sighs on the other end.

“no, but i will if you want me to.”

“what happened tonight? i thought you were coming over.” you were sat in your own bed, conveniently wearing ellie’s shirt and a pair of boxers she’d left. “change your mind?”

“never. some shit got in the way. something stupid, don’t worry about it. tell me about your day.”

you laugh softly. “was that what you planned on talking about when you came over?”

“i didn’t plan to do much talking at all, actually. but we’re over the phone and that’s how you have a conversation. call and response.”

you roll your eyes. “oh i see. it was decent. tiring. a little stressful.” you respond.

she hums. “i know a good way to make all that stress go away.”

“you gonna be a good girl for me and let me hear you make those pretty noises?” was all she had to ask and you’d found yourself with your fingers in your cunt. ellie adored the sound of them slipping in and out. taking the opportunity to tease. “i can hear how fucking wet you are.”

your other hand had found its way to your clit. she was coaching you with her lip tucked in between her teeth. face hot from how flustered you were making her. “slow circles baby. spread your wetness around. make it sloppy. make a mess.”

your labored breathes, quickening pace, and overall inability to respond had let her know that her few words of encouragement were driving you over the edge. she put up that she was a shy loser, but behind closed doors, she had hidden confidence.

“you gonna come for me? is that it?” she asks. you, in a pleasure filled daze, forget that she isn’t there and nod your head. a sigh leaves her lips as her question is met with silence. her hand had found its way onto her very own cunt, rubbing sloppy circles at the sound of your voice.

“yes— yes i’m, fuck.” you finally spit out. she actually laughs. out loud. finding it humorous that she didn’t have to be there to make you a mess for her. she was sure she didn’t have to be on the other end of a phone either. confident in her thought that you’d masturbated to the thought of her all by yourself.

you hold back tears as you feel yourself rivaling on the edge. pleads escaping your lips while ellie begins to come undone herself. “hold it in baby, i wanna come with you.”

you do, fighting the urge to fully let yourself go. pools of your slick staining underneath you. your hands tiring from how long you’d been working yourself up. her name on the tip of your tongue.

you wondered what she’d do when she found out you did this wearing her shirt.

[clairdelunelove]

call me

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

genre: fluff! (rescue drabble!)

warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing, mentions of motorcyclist!ghost, protective!ghost

synopsis: the downtime after missions was rarely a time that ghost looked forward to. everyone's aware to leave him alone during this period. that is, until he gets a call from you asking for his help to rescue you from an awkward situation!

a.n. wOW! hi lovelies, it's been a while! I was inspired to write this because something similar happened to me at an anime convention! and yes it was with a mw 2019 jawbone ghost cosplayer hehe (¬‿¬) oh, here's my kofi! and pls enjoy! <3

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obsessed with the idea that ghost would drop everything and come running to you if you called him. 

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the conclusion of an operation was, albeit, a bit bittersweet for ghost. sure, he benefited from the downtime of not being in an environment that constantly triggered his fight or flight response and a small break was necessary for his well-being to avoid pushing past his physical limitations. yet, those were the only beneficial factors he could conjure up. most operators took advantage of the intermission to catch up with friends at pubs or visit family for a couple days– a luxury he never allowed himself to have. thus, he spent the days of rest endlessly secluded. trapped within the barren walls of his flat. choosing to occupy his time thumbing through a nonfiction novel or finishing some exterior maintenance. he referred to his living space as a place to rest his chaos. to ease his hardships into a lasting slumber– that is, until he’d receive intel about a new operation. and his home was an enigma of great strength accompanied with struggle, providing a solitude that ghost was well acquainted with. he preferred it that way. no one reaches out to him during this time of isolation. which is why he doesn’t expect your name to flash on his phone’s screen and it’s even more astounding that he chooses to pick up the call. 

ghost who leans low enough that his leg almost touches the smooth asphalt when he cruises down the road. the sleek, pitch-black motorcycle adapts easily when he wrenches the steel handlebars. after adjusting in his seat, his gloved hands rev to intensify the speed while his mind recalls the conversation he had with you. approximately two minutes ago. the way you quietly pleaded, “could you please come and get me?” and immediately, the lack of context backed with the sticky hoarseness in your voice awakened unease within him. “you hurt?” his instinctive question is followed with a gruff, “who do I need to talk to.” and the sheer seriousness of his threat forces a minor giggle to leave your lips. the sound encourages him to mull over possibilities. where were you? where could you be right now? think, damn it, think. he drags a heavy hand across his face while vaguely remembering the lighthearted conversation you had earlier in the week. a pair of squad members had politely asked about your weekend plans to which you shared that you planned to get some grocery shopping out of the way. a mundane answer that pulled a couple laughs. but now, the rather ordinary task seemed to evolve into a nightmare as he hears you suck in a wobbly breath. “you still in town, sweetheart?” ghost forces his voice steady despite the crazed way he’s tugging on his shoes and shoving away stray papers to retrieve his keys. you instantly respond that you are and he tries not to dwell on the chance that his presence might’ve helped calm your nervousness. compels himself to solve the blatant issue before figuring out why his decision-making is so sudden. why he’s swiftly weaving through traffic in hopes of finding you when he should be relaxing at his flat. but his voice rumbles out of your phone’s speaker when he instructs, “stay put. I’ll come get you.” 

ghost who visibly tenses up when he spots you from the crowd of shoppers. most are occupied in their own business; choosing from a variety of commodities or paying for their groceries at the checkout line. but that’s not what he’s here for. treading through aisles, his appearance manages to raise curiosity from a couple onlookers before they tactfully glance away from the massive man. having one’s identity partially hidden away by layers of clothing while clutching onto a motorcycle helmet tends to facilitate that reaction from the average citizen. it works in his favor. his heavy-lidded eyes scan the room and before long he recognizes a tuft of your hair. he figured his first encounter with you would be under different circumstances, albeit more jovial and perhaps you’d grace him with one of those blinding smiles that you reserve solely for him. however, all he sees is vermillion flooding his vision. you’re backed into a secluded corner of the store by a sleazy man who’s testing his luck. unfortunately for the stranger, ghost was never a believer of good fortune. you venture to put more distance between you and the man but to no avail. he inches closer. “like I said earlier,” you strive to keep your tone of voice stable, “he’s on his way already. I don’t need a ride.” a courageous act but the guy is already responding. a shoddy decision, in ghost’s opinion, because upon hearing the stranger’s crude innuendo, ghost’s nails form crescents within his palms from how fiercely he’s balling his fists. sees you shrink from the words. and he’s a reaper with the sole mission to deliver punishment.

ghost who eases beside you and subtly reaches to touch your shoulder while murmuring, “I’ve got you.” his voice leaves his lips in a soothing drawl that has you inwardly crooning. safety is synonymous with him. always is. initially checks in with you before engaging in conversation with the stranger. you’re top priority. “simon?” his name is a relieved gasp from your plush lips. clearly you weren’t expecting him to step into the situation with hopes of diffusing it. he slowly tilts his head, “told ya I’d come.” mentions it like it’s a common occurrence that he spends his downtime shutting down harassment directed towards you. yet the first observation you make is that he’s dressed rather casually. clad in an ash-colored hoodie and denim jeans that always cause you to wonder whether he has them tailored because of how well they fit his physique. the homey outfit is a sight to behold considering you typically saw him in uniform; you ravished the domestic image. burnt it into your memory for safe keeping. apparently, so does ghost. “you look proper cozy today.” waving a gloved hand, he indicates your casual outfit and the sudden change of topic prompts a small grin to form on your face. which, ultimately, is his entire plan. dragging your eyes to a sudden motion, you watch as he rolls his sleeves up to reveal a swirl of veins and intricately tatted skin. he’s mystifying; everything about him is– which seemingly adds to his appeal and no matter how vigorously you fight against it, you can’t help but feel the inevitable pull. “don’t get any ideas, sweetheart.” of course the comment is meant to scold but the breathy rasp in his voice morphs it into pure sin. he shoots you an inquisitive glance when he regards your heated gaze and wordlessly chastises your behavior with a raise of his dark brows. 

ghost who absolutely resents whenever someone interrupts you. the act itself is rude beyond doubt but it’s especially ignorant when it concerns you. and the tacky stranger had the audacity to do it in front of ghost. from beneath his mask, he clenches his jaw when the other man decides to open his mouth to continue conversing with you. again. ghost shifts, positioning himself between the two of you, and spits out the words, “you’re doing me ‘ead in. do one, will ya?” his tone is level, devoid of any expletives in his question yet his manchester accent is gravelly enough for his words to border a threat. the manifestation of trouble. he pushes up his sleeves for good measure. truth be told, ghost would’ve simply told the other man to ‘piss off.’ perhaps give him the finger. but you were around and he favored appearing posh. 

ghost who basks in the gratifying burn of watching the stranger scurry away from just his words. runs like a scruffy dog getting caught going through a trash bin and he bites back a snicker. but who wouldn’t run from ghost? dressed as the embodiment of shadows and danger. probably his physique too, if he was being honest. towering at six feet and some more. he states, “don’t think the bloke was fond of me.” can’t refrain from the mockery that lines his words. perhaps the possessiveness was corrupting him more than he imagined. he glances at you, paying special regard to the way the corners of your lips curl at his remark, “suppose you’re right. I appreciate you coming, by the way.” isn’t quite sure why you’re thanking him. he’d rush to you whenever you needed him. but he dismisses it with a throaty, “not a problem.” and it dawns on him that the two of you are alone. away from the prying eyes of the task force members. surrounded by the normalcy of civilian life. and the motorcycle gear that he’s adorned with seems obvious that there’s more to him than he lets on. like the fact that he rushed here without a second doubt. there’s a glimmer in your eyes and he’s aware that your mind is racing with possibilities. “I wonder,” there’s a playfulness in your tone as you shift closer to him, “what was lieutenant riley up to before coming to my rescue?”  

ghost who exhibits the duality of man when he’s with you. his voice gets caught in his throat and he promptly answers, “nothin'.” because you’re placing a gentle hand on his forearm. vanquishes him to a robot that can only utter a single word from a single touch. this wasn’t what he was like before; the esteemed protector with a jealous streak. no, he’s reduced to a pining jumble of tenderness for you. even through the layers of clothing he recognizes your warmth and yearns for it. you gaze up at him through your lashes, a telltale sign that his lack of plans served as an invitation to propose more. he knows that look. “you’re quite a secretive man, simon,” you teasingly narrow your eyes, “has anyone ever told you that?” your fingertips trace the swirls of ink on his arm and he desperately tries to fight against the way his eyes drop into a half-lidded stare. your touch always reduces him to a puddle of adoration. “no,” he breathes out and hopes to convey his ardor in irony, “never.” knows you’re grinning at his automatic responses and heat bubbles within him. 

ghost who allows your caress to dip down to his wrist which, conveniently, was the hand that held onto his motorcycle helmet. watches as you draw delicate patterns on the helmet’s shell. recognizes that you’re working up courage. for what, he's not sure. maybe you’ll ask him how long he’s been a motorcyclist. that’s typically the first question that’s settled. but nothing could prepare him for your honeyed voice that asks, “can I ride?” and how you use him as leverage to push up on your tiptoes and pleadingly whisper, “please?” he's pretty certain that you mean getting a ride on his motorcycle. yet, with the way your lips are practically pressing against his neck and how the heat of your breath forces him to stifle a groan of satisfaction, all logic flies out the window. pure, unadulterated hunger for you seizes ghost in an unexplainable grasp. he needs you. wishes he could whisk you away to someplace else. perhaps to his place. gosh, he appreciated the downtime after a mission. “bloody vixen,” he murmurs lowly while slipping the helmet into your hands, “it’s all yours, sweetheart.” on his motorcycle it typically takes 10 minutes flat to get to his place or 7 minutes if he turns a blind eye to the speed limit– which is an act he’s willingly committed before. 

[calamitys-child]

Obsessed with the tagline to Harrow being "the necromancers are back and gayer than ever" cause its true but instead of in a "the characters you were shipping in book one talk about their feelings and kiss" way its like. What if you ripped off someone's arm and grew her new bones that she immediately stuck in your mouth. What if you had a threesome with God Himself. What if you were possessed by a ghost who died because she's in love with you and thinks you broke up with her because you're in such deep denial about her death that you gave yourself a DIY magic lobotomy. What if you were a woman hiding in a man's body (quite literally speaking) having an affair with a terrorist and being both deathly afraid and inutterably desperate to get her pregnant. What if you had to check if you had ripped out a girls jawbone before you died so you made out with her about it. What if you were being haunted by the woman who might kill God and you try really hard to fuck her ghost about it. What if you exploded God. What if you had a threesome with God again just to explode him again. And they're right about all of this

[tasteracha]

kisses with chan

kisses to his lips, sharp bites soothes by slow licks until his lips are red and shiney. reveling in how his eyes glaze over just a bit when you pull away, only to be dragged back into it when he chases your lips with his own. 

kisses to his abs simply because you’re obsessed with them. any opportunity to run your hands across the planes of his chest, you take. if you can replace your hands with your lips? even better. he doesn’t even need to be in perfect shape, he can have a slight bulge there when he decides to eat way too many burgers and you still think he’s the sexiest man in the world. 

kisses to his neck, right where his jawbone meets his pulsing vein. silky smooth skin jumping under your lips, unmarked flesh that you can’t help but drag your teeth over and sink into to leave traces of you behind. 

kisses to his inner thigh while you’re going down on him. he deserves worship more than anyone in the entire world and he doesn’t get it enough. and if you can provide that, just by moving your lips to the sensitive skin of his thigh? he shudders and twitches in your hand and you do it again to the other side just to see his reaction again, because it makes you feel powerful. like you have the entire world in your hands. 

kisses to his thumb, right after he’s had it hooked into your mouth as he rams into you, pushing it against the flat of your tongue and smirking at the way you gurgle around it. he moves it away, to wrap his hand around your throat or your wrists or your waist, but you hold his arm close for a moment to press a kiss to the spit-slicked skin. 

kisses to his cheek when you’re on top of him, wrapped around him like a koala as he lazily thrusts up into you. it’s sweet and syrupy and loving, movements slowed because it’s the first time in a while that neither of you have anywhere to be or anything to do. he sighs into your ear when you kiss him, breath tickling your ear. 

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sfw version

minho / changbin / hyunjin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin

[jq37]

Just to throw my two cents on the Rat Grinder discourse: They weren't worth the Intrepid Heroes' time. We didn't get the full picture of what's going on with the Grinders until the last quarter of the season. Before that they were just this other clique that hate the main characters, so in-character why would the Bad Kids bother giving them so much attention when they've got so much of their own crap going on. Kristens quest to get Cassandra back and her presidential campaign, Gorgugs courseload, Riz's million and one plates that he's been spinning all season, Adaines financial problems, Figs curse and her doubts about what she wants to do with her life. Fabian's the only one who might have had the time, but he had to be Maximum Legend. There genuinely was no time or even an incentive on the IH's side to develop the Rat Grinders characters.

I still think it's fucked up that these teenagers got taken advantage of by adults they trusted, but we didn't learn any of that until we only had two roleplay episodes left. Too little too late to even try anything diplomatic even if they didn't spend all their time after the Last Stand in hiding.

And a thing about Ivy that no one is roasting her about and really should: An elven archer? Really? Wow, never seen that before.

Yeah totally. Like, from a meta level, I see where the players themselves could have been more curious about the Rat Grinders. There are obvious plot threads that could have been teased out there (though, in fairness to the cast, the adult manipulation aspect didn't become clear until way later in the season--the rivalry and foil aspects were more obvious). This final confrontation could look really different if they'd played that all the way out all season.

But in character? The Bad Kids really didn't have a good reason to waste time on the Rat Grinders. They came into this school year already burnt out from their Night Yorb quest and wanting a break. But they don't get that because they immediately are beset by problems they have to deal with--Kristen's god is on death's door from neglect and she's on the brink of expulsion, Riz is running himself ragged trying to boost his resume for college, Fig is having a whole ass existential crisis, Adaine is struggling with money issues she doesn't want to talk about, Gorgug is taking FOUR YEARS of school at the same time, and Fabian is multiclassing and dealing with his empty house/not having parental support (or Cathilda's support) for the first time. They are dealing with SO MUCH high stakes, personal stuff before the plot even kicks in. And, mechanics-wise, this is represented with the downtime system that means that any time they spend on the RG's is time they can't spend on something that matters more to them. IMO, not prioritizing your haters is actually pretty mature. Like, they weren't proactively using their free time to bully them or anything (except for arguably Fig). They were snippy with them when they crossed their paths and that was it. As opposed to the Rat Grinders who literally had to be told by Jace to stop antagonizing the Bad Kids (though they must have been pretty ineffectual at it because the Bad Kids hardly noticed, which I bet stung considering they were so obsessed).

And also, it's not like they didn't try at all with the Rat Grinders. Early Insight checks on Kipperlilly just got, "This is a polished steel orb of a personality" which doesn't sound very worth interacting with in a sympathetic way if at all and then the next big thing they learn is that she had hated Riz since Freshman Year and that she wants Riz and Kristen dead. And that's AFTER we saw her smile and kill her party cleric. In their position I'm not spending further time trying to empathize with this person, I have made my judgement and it's up to the Jawbones of the world to find if there's something in there to be rehabilitated.

And that's not the only case. Adaine straight up saved Ruben from disintegration during the Frosty Folk battle when she easily could have saved the spell slot, but that didn't soften him towards the Bad Kids any. Adaine also was really keen to Scry on the Rat Grinders to find out what was happening at their meetings. But, in scene at least, she was never able to do that so we never got a scene of them, huddled together, clearly unsure about the path they're on but not feeling like they can walk it back or say no to the authority figures in their lives. She didn't get anything humanizing that would cause her to rethink their position on them the way that she did with Aelwyn for instance. So why would they think they're anything but gleeful co-conspirators?

Hell, the one RG Adaine was even slightly curious about was Oisin and now we know that he was feigning interest in her which, man, can you imagine how much worse that would have felt if she'd actually taken the bait and pursued him beyond just thinking he was cute? Of course, it's possible that her interacting with him more along with some good charm rolls could have changed the narrative in some way but we can only go off of what we know to be true in canon and those facts are (1) He tried to get closer to Adaine while actively planning the downfall of her and her friends, (2) he (along with Ivy) was mean to Buddy behind his back while tricking him into a plan that would force him to go against his religious beliefs, and (3) he called his KVX related dragon ancestors to try to kill the Bad Kids and endanger the entire student body population. Three strikes, you're out. If I'm a Bad Kid I'm not super interested in whatever else is going on with him. And again, literally all of Adaine's friends (except Riz) gave her help to do an Insight check on him during their confrontation in the hallway so she was looking for something there worth engaging with, but she didn't get much.

Fig was fully doing CIA, MKUltra, Fantasy Geneva Convention violations on Ruben to try see if she could get information or flip him. I think she did it in an objectively insane way so I'm not entirely shocked that it didn't yield the exact results she was looking for. But she never found the smoking gun (or whatever the opposite of that is) in his head that would absolve him/show the Rat Grinders were being controlled and her messing with his dreams never flared his conscience enough to make him try to break free (as far as we know) which is what I assume she was going for. If I was Ruben looking for a way out but scared of the repercussions, I might go to Adaine who saved me from certain death earlier the same year and has helped saved the world 3 times with her party and their friends in high (and low) places. Maybe that's what Fig thought might happen but it didn't so from Fig's POV? Gave him a chance. Time to start blasting. And again, at that age, if I walked in to the first day of class and the first thing this random boy does is sneer at me and flaunt his musical success, I'm popping up on his Nemesis Alert at that moment. Doubly so after he tries to trick me and my friends into doing drugs so we get expelled. I'm surprised she tried at all with him.

Fabian absolutely tried to interact with Ivy--in large part for self interested reasons of course, but that doesn't change that he did it. And she came across as callous and unkind from the jump. Their final conversation before the latest episode is the one where she talks about wearing Mazey like a sweater and then says that Fabian missed his chance with her before stalking off. That's a pretty open and shut interaction. No way 17 year old me is like, "Hmm, but why is she acting so mean? Perhaps I should examine that more closely to further understand her." Nah, I've decided she sucks.

And Kristen has tried with Buddy literally up until the last moment. She rolled an Insight check on him right before the fight started and she got a 1. She got nothing from him.

Mary Ann is actually the only Rat Grinder who hasn't done anything to make a bad impression on the Bad Kids--the only thing she did was have a really good Bloodrush tryout. So no reason to hate her specifically (and, in fact, she is also the only Rat Grinder that at least half of them are positively obsessed with), but no reason to explore her further. And Kristen still tried giving her a stuffed animal and her response was that she already had that one and that she was going to give it away. What are they supposed to do with that?

Even when they tried, they didn't get information that was worth chasing when they were so busy and had to manage their free time. Gorgug didn't even slot in downtime to talk to his bio parents when they visited. Why would he spend any time on Mary Ann to figure out her deal? Maybe if they were given more explicit opportunities to interact with them in passing. If Mary Ann was shown at Bloodrush Games. If during class time Oisin tried to interact with Adaine. If Kristen ran into Buddy and Bucky talking. If any of their forays into talking to them or looking into them yielded anything actionable or that piqued their interest--they opened the door for Brennan to give them something more than once. But they never got anything that was worth investing more of their limited time into.

(And also, they didn't learn that Porter was involved until WAY into the last quarter of the episodes. Which absolutely could have changed things since, as far as they knew the RG's were working alone to raise this god which isn't crazy for them to think because Kristen literally did that last year and it was of her own free will. If they knew early that the RG's were smaller players in Porter's plot then maybe they would have been in more of a rescue mindset--especially since Fig has always mistrusted him--but that's not information they had and by the time they got it, the RG's were in deep hiding, like you said.)

And so, coming into the last few episodes, that's who the Rat Grinders are to the Bad Kids. A group of kids who they first heard about in the context of, "they famously hate you," even though they'd never interacted before. A group of kids who they already thought sucked even before they tried to kill the entire study body an hour ago. A group of kids who are trying to doom all of Elmville to eternal rage and who are willing and ready to kill them to do it.

With that context, yeah I think their actions are pretty understandable.

(Also, lmao. Yeah, I think calling Ivy basic would probably hurt her more than most things you could say to her.)

[anarchypumpkincowboy]

I’m wondering about how the theme has been sorta “it’s not fair” and how kipperlilly has been the only one to really push this whole fairness narrative but has the most bullshit reasoning behind her. But also like, maybe if kipperlilly had gotten help, if these adults that saw her consumed with hatred for a random kid and obsessively trying to find dirt on her own parents had gotten her into some kind of program or something. Maybe she wouldn’t have been so easily taken up with a rage god. Maybe if she got some real help (not discounting Jawbone but she needs a lot more hands on help than he can provide) and was taken out of this school and situation when she was fantasizing about murdering a fellow student she’d be okay ish

Once again the system showing itself to be unfair to everyone involved

[bunnynoldo]

Theory: Solas is a spirit who Mythal has bound to her will, and the wolf jawbone necklace is […] - or how to 'redeem' Solas

Disclaimer: if this theory turns out to be true, this might mean potential spoilers for Veilguard, so proceed at your own risk (but of course I could also be totally wrong, lol)

*** Theory summary: Solas is a spirit who Mythal has bound to her will, and the wolf jawbone necklace is an amulet of the unbound, that prevents anyone else from binding him. Mythal is forcing Solas tear down the Veil, which might be in conflict with his purpose and, as a result, could cause Solas to turn into a pride demon (or rather a pride demon on steroids the like of which has not been seen in Thedas yet). Remove the amulet of the unbound and Mythal's geas and Solas is free to make his own decisions - that's how we might be able to redeem him - or rather how he would redeem himself once he has his freedom again.

Ok so now in more detail. I think everyone can agree that given the heavy spirit/demon symbology connected to Solas, he was once a spirit. But I also think that we often get too caught up in ancient elven gods theories, so let's get back to basics for a minute.

So what indicates that Solas is still a spirit?

Basically everything except for him saying 'I am not a spirit' to Cole at one point, lol. He is obsessed with the Fade and spirits. He's friends with spirits and tries to educate everyone around him that spirits might not be a threat, that they could be befriended and that they are actually people ("Is Cassandra defined by her cheekbones and not her faith? Varric by his chest hair and not his wit?"). From what he has told us in Inquisition, he's dedicated his life to exploring ancient ruins, history and the Fade. He hates tea - he doesn't drink anything caffeinated, so that he could return to the Fade more easily in his sleep - he's homesick, he misses his home and his spirit friends. He goes back to the Fade all the time, whenever he can. He basically does everything that a benevolent spirit of wisdom would do - teach people, learn history, explore fade. He has fun in winter palace - as spirit would watching a historical event with lots of people with different agendas and emotions. His appearance - he doesn't seem to care what he looks like - Dorian and Vivienne make fun of him because of his 'hobo' clothes. He even may be bald because he's come to the conclusion that hair was too much bother and he has better thing to do. He approves of Inquisitor that seeks knowledge and ask him questions. In the balcony scene, he approves of the Inquisitor because of their wisdom, morals and spirit.

If you analyse Inquisition with a theory that Solas STILL IS (not 'was', not 'started as' but still is) a spirit in mind, you discover new meanings and layers to his story - but more on that later. For now let's consider that he is still a spirit, although a very powerful and ancient one, and so all the laws that apply to spirits also apply to him. Let's assume he gets a body after being tricked by Mythal ("He did not want a body. But she asked him to come', "an enemy can attack, but only an ally can betray you. Betrayal is always worse", "I know that mistake (of trusting one's friends) well enough to carve the angles of her face from memory.")

What indicates that he's bound to Mythal?

In Trespasser, you can see that Solas is devastated and sad about his plans for tearing down the Veil. He doesn't really want to do it. And even if he thinks he must do it (to save what remains of Spirits), and he doesn't have good relationship with the Inquisitor, he's still not happy about what is involved with it. The ending scene in Inquisition, where he returns to Mythal as if he's a scorned dog returning to his master. Cole thinking that Solas doesn't want to hurt people.

I guess some people might think that this theory would take away Solas'es agency and responsibility for his actions. I don't think that this is the case. I believe that he tries everything he can to set free, and to exercise his freedom wherever and whenever he can. I believe the story he tell us about the Quari baker folding extra sugar into her dough, as an act of rebellion, as a thinking being with free will, is really about himself. He's smart, powerful and cunning - a dangerous dog to have on a leash.

I would also love this theory to be true because it's the kind of story you could only tell in fantasy or science fiction genre - we have villains fully responsible for their actions in every other genre - but this is something we can only have in fantasy. It's what I personally love - giving that unique perspective that's not entirely human. Incorporating magic into complex stories and characters, making it really have meaning besides being a weapon or a source of power. To me, Solas is more nuanced as this wise, ancient, moral and enslaved being that is still trying to fight evil and help and educate others despite his tragic circumstances, than he would be as a morally grey villain. This is fantasy genre at its best - it's not just about showy displays of magic power. But showing that power and fighting for what is right is often lonely and hard, not showy, often not appreciated and often misunderstood (think about how it was Frodo who saved everyone at great personal cost, and didn't get respect from his countrymen)

I think this theory is also in line with what we know about Veilguard so far - as Rook we will get to know Solas and his history more. We could discover his secret and help to set him free. This would make Mythal the main villain of Dragon Age series, that has been present throughout all the games. That would give us a chance to save and redeem Solas - no need to change his mind! If we could have somehow remove the amulet of the unbound, and remove Mythal's geas, free Solas on our side would give as a chance to defeat ancient elven gods - and we would need his knowledge and power to do that. What has Solas said during the quest to help his Spirit Friend? 'The summoning Circle. We break it, we break the binding. No orders to kill, no conflict with it's nature, no demon'.

Trick Weekes has also implied there was a tragic story between Solas and Mythal in one of the interviews.

The amulet of the Unbound

In Inquisition we learn a lot about spirits through Cole - and I think this is partly a guise to learn more about Solas. The quest where you decide if you should make Cole human or spirit starts with Cole being horrified of being bound against his will. Solas advises we should get Cole an Amulet of the Unbound: 'I recall stories of amulets used by Rivani seers to protect spirits they summoned from rival mages. A spirit wearing an Amulet of the Unbound was immune to blood magic and binding' And guess who says he doesn't use blood magic a few times in the game - Solas. Think about it - being bound to Mythal's will would explain Solas leaving the Inquisition abruptly and without explanation. His genocidal plans that he seems so unhappy and reluctant about. I think Solas also suspects that being forced to tear down the veil and kill millions of people in the process might turn him into a demon, or something even worse.

What does he say in the Trespasser to a romanced Lavellan, when she offers to join him? 'I would not have you see what I become'. And to befriended Inquisitor: 'I am not a monster'.

What does he say to the mages who bound his Spirit of Wisdom friend that turned into a demon? 'You made it kill. You twisted it against it's purpose. (…) You bound it to obedience, then commanded it to kill, THAT is when it turned' This is also implied in the game's artwork: Solas first depicted as a hermit and as a benevolent Spirit of Wisdom discovering the strange new world (with many stylised eyes on his collar representing a spirit/demon), turning into a menacing monster demon after leaving the Inquisition.

This is foreshadowed by what the Nightmare Demon said to Solas (probably hinting on Solas'es actions in the past) : "Have you learned, trickster? That was no victory. Your pride will be your death."

And after a quest to save Solas's Spirit friend in Inquisition we know what happens to Spirits that have turned to demons: they die. Or at least that Spirit, who lived through the ordeal of becoming a demon, chose to die. Is this why Solas's greatest fear is to die alone, presumably in some distant future, after all other spirits from the Fade have been summoned, bound and killed, and the is the only one remaining? Is this the meaning of his dialogue with Varric about the fisherman who lost everyone? Solas: Once, in the Fade, I saw the memory of a man who lived alone on an island. Most of his tribe had fallen to beasts or disease. His wife had died in childbirth. He was the only one left. He could have struck out on his own to find a new land, new people. But he stayed. He spent every day catching fish in a little boat, every night drinking fermented fruit juice and watching the stars. Varric: I can think of worse lives. Solas: How can you be happy surrendering, knowing it will all end with you? How can you not fight? Varric: I suppose it depends on the quality of the fermented fruit juice. Solas: You truly are content to sit in the sun, never wondering what you could’ve been, never fighting back?

Varric: Ha, you’ve got it all wrong, Chuckles. This is fighting back. Solas: How does passively accepting your fate constitute a fight? Varric: In that story of yours—the fisherman watching the stars, dying alone—you thought he gave up right? Solas: Yes. Varric: But he went on living. He lost everyone, but he still got up every morning. He made a life, even if it was alone. Varric: That’s the world. Everything you build, it tears down. Everything you’ve got, it takes—and it’s gone forever. The only choices you get are to lie down and die or keep going. He kept going. That’s as close to beating the world as anyone gets.

And to make it all even more tragic and sad - according to the Chantry, spirits don't have souls. They die permanently. All the more guilt on Solas'es shoulders for creating the veil. All the more tragic if he's turned into demon in Veligueard.

As for the nature of Mythal's geas - she could have bound Solas by using the well of sorrows. Wouldn't that be a fool proof trap for a spirit of wisdom - wouldn't he fall for all the knowledge contained in the well of sorrows? It looks that ancient elven gods were all about slavery. For all we know Mythal was no diffrenet and she used vallaslins and the Well of Sorrows to enslave elves.

And the lore is consitant in how much Solas hates slavery. In 'Tevinter Nights' tehre is an information that the Dread Wolf forbids his followers to bind Spirits and to use blood magic, and the punishment for those offences is death. He's furious when Inquisitor drinks from the Well and when mages bind his spirit friend. (also rip to those poor mage bastards trying to teach one of the most ancient and powerful spirits of wisdom out there how the spirits work, lmao. And RIP to Dorian for talking about spirits as mindless slaves while talking to Solas).

Solas removes slave tatoos of the romanced Inquisitor - which in his mind must have been greatest gift that he was able to give her. In Trespasser I think Solas has a plan to lure Inquisitor, save them from dying and get the mark back. And maybe to give Inquisitor the chance to stop them / figure out his problem? 'We're runnig out of time' - did he somehow managed get off Mythal's leash for a short time? Why would he tell Iquisitor all of this plans if not to give them the change so stop him?

Romance

So what does this all mean for romanced Inquisitor? Plainly put, that they have romanced a Spirit / Demon. Which is problematic morally. Just imagine - he knows all of Inquisitor's thoughts. For most cultures in Thedas he's a mortally dangerous monster that wants to lead you astray. He's also aware of how he would be seen by the Inquisitor if he would tell her the truth. He's afraid of that. He's afraid that he's a monster in their eyes. I think this mural is Solas'es work, and it's him in his tortured demon / spirit form and the romanced Inquisitor

That's why I think Trick Weekes said that they had to consider consent for this romance carefully. Solas only romances elves - and if the theory about elves being former spirits is true, that would explain a lot. Solas is romancing what he's considering another Spirit, although Inquisitor is not aware of Solas'es or her own nature. I think it's also why Solas never crosses the boundary of sleeping with the Inquisitor. Cole: It's not abuse if I ask Solas: Not always true

If you go through the romance (and the whole Inquisition really) having in mind that Solas is a Spirit, it's even more amazing.

Remember how many times Solas tells her that he will not forget her. It would have been far less painful for him as a spirit to really forget her. But he doesn't, and he says he never will. There's so much to unpack here. Can ancient powerful Spirits have complex emotions like love? Doesn't it go against what we know: 'spirits don't have emotions, they embody them'. Does it mean that Solas becomes more 'human', against his will? Or is it because spirits reflect back emotions of mortals, and he couldn't help reflecting love back to Lavellan? He seems perfectly happy as a Spirit and not very interested in the material world, unless it affects the Fade and Spirits. With the exception of romanced Inquisitor - could Inquisitor be his first non-spirit love? (Cole: 'It is a man wanting a woman. It never wanted before')

Think about their first kiss - how surprised he is, how he twitches when Lavellan first kisses him. And then: "Things have always been easier for me in the Fade" and "I'm not often thrown by things that happen in dreams"

Think about how he breaks up with Lavellan when she refuses to save his spirit friend. And how he finally admits his love for her when he's certain she's also a spirit of wisdom (the balcony scene)

I believe that when he takes Inquisitor to the waterfall to take away her vallaslin, he wants to confess the truth about being a Spirit to her, and wants to drop his plans about bringing down the veil - but then Mythal's geas kick in and he's not allowed to. It's heart-breaking, because being a spirit he can feel all her pain too. He knew how this would end, and that's why he didn't want to go into this relationship, and always warned Lavellan against it. But he couldn't help himself as he was so lonely, and probably also tempted to experience this kind of love.

Oh and remember the the letter from Mass Effect Adromeda whish the fandom thought was from Solas to romanced Lavellan? It fits the theory too.

I hope that there will be a possibility of happy ending for Solas in Veilguard. I'm cautiously optimistic as this theory would give us a way to help him without having to change his mind.

This post is already impossibly long. I'll try to add more examples of this theory because I love it to bits and I thought about it a lot. It's just hard to put it all together in one go - sorry if it's been a chaotic read, but I hopefully a theory written is better than none, even if it's not put perfectly.

[gothmothgoblin]

SHAKING MY CAAAAGGEEE i CANNOT WAIIIIT TO WEAR ITI

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[cloudyskydreams]

Big Softie UF Sans x Reader

I am actually OBSESSED with soft red he has mentally headlocked me. I want him so bad 🙏 anyways here's another small drabble hope you enjoy.

You hummed softly to yourself as you stood in front of the sink washing the dishes you had let build up over the day. You squeaked in surprise when your hips were grabbed and pulled backwards into the skeleton standing behind you. He moves a hand back to get a handful of your ass and squeezes.

"hey doll, you got an inhaler cause you got that ass ma" You stand in shock for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter and turning around to face your dork of a partner

"Red I think that was the worst one I've heard yet" his eye crinkle and he looks at you as if that's a challenge.

"i heard the word of the day is legs, wanna head to the bedroom and spread the word?" You snort at that one and roll your eyes wrapping your arms around his neck as you gaze up at him."are you a globe because I- mf" you shut him up with a kiss and he melts into it in a quick few seconds. He trys to deepen it but you pull away and he playfully glares at you but his face is slightly flushed.

"You're so handsome," He tenses slightly and stares at you in confusion.

"wha?" You press a kiss to his jawbone.

"And funny," he starts to flush a brighter shade of red as you press a kiss to his cheekbone this time. "And intelligent when you want to be," another kiss and a brighter blush. This continues one for a few more moments before you have your own form of red light glowing in the kitchen as the source of said light basically melts into you. You chuckle as he purrs against you nuzzling into your neck and holding you against him tightly. "I love you." you whisper into the side of his skull and his grip on you tightens.

"sweetheart you make my soul feel complete." He mutters into your neck before placing a kiss there. You sigh contently and rub his spine through his jacket as he leans against you, what a softie.