#possible muses

[elegancemultimuse]

I am tempted to do a thing....

[betainthebeta]

Do not be surprised if Rodion ends up in the muses.

[helluva-hazbins]

ooc;

Muses I've been considering taking for a test run:

Michael

Lilith(this one will be super secret, highly selective sideblog)

Sera

[doctorwhatif]

Found something that I never expected to find.

The video above is something that peeked my interest, though it's going to be something that I have to do more research on.

[modcrnspirits]

Do you by any chance have a bottom Henry Cavill? 👀

ooc!

not in the plans. i love making a big bottom out of him, but I feel I overused him in my past blogs. so im giving him sometime.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

I am so feral right now because of Mydei-

I need to wrestle with him and ""accidentally"" brush my bulge against his ass. Or lock him into a position where my bulge is rubbing against his face, and all of his senses are suddenly flooded with my cock. Sweaty wrestling and grinding down while I pin him until I'm basically humping him.

The fucking noises he would make!!!!! Grunting nonstop, growling every time I gain the upper hand and make him feel weak and pathetic. Maybe I'll force him to lift his ass up and grind between his cheeks like a depraved animal. Mydei's eyes will roll into his skull, his mouth agape as he gets a preview of my fat throbbing cock.

Then, we actually fuck like animals. Desperate, sweaty, passionate sex. Mydei has never felt so stuffed in his entire life, staring at the shape of my cock as it carves its rightful place in his body.

And after that? We do it all over again. Now we're naked and wrestling again, except Mydeimos has less fight in him than before. His raw strength helps him a little bit, but I still have the upper hand as I toss him around like a doll.

Grinding my semi-hard dick against his chest while I sit on him, keeping him under my control. And all the crowned prince can do is lick his lips and stare at the tip that keeps thrusting toward his face, hypnotizing him. Mydei's own cock is hard again, pointing towards the ceiling and dribbling onto his own abs.

Cum leaks out of his hole the whole time. It drips onto the floor, smearing across the surface with every movement. At one point, Mydei's face is pressed down into a small pool of cum, and of course he licks it up, tasting my semen after it marked the inside of his ass.

We go for round two once I slide my dick back in, Mydei is still wet and ready to take it again, like a good prince. There's less struggling this time around, and instead, he's laying there with his legs spread so far apart, submitting to my superior strength and control.

My tongue is leaving no inch of Mydei's mouth untouched. And with a few more powerful thrusts, I fill him again, pulling out my cock to shoot the last little bit onto his shiny chest. We both smile and I collapse on top of his chest as exhaustion takes over.

[wisteriasymphony]

Wouldn't it be fucked up to visit a wax museum and look your younger self in the eyes.

Wouldn't it be fucked up to know that the 'you' people find worth preserving is a 'you' you can never go back to, maybe never were to begin with. That the 'you' that the people find worth preserving is one so fundamentally without personhood, without agency.

Wouldn't it be fucked up if the way people immortalized you was as an accessory to your mother, 'your' wax seamlessly pushed against her wax as the wax mother holds 'you' so fondly, yet so distantly, 'you' looking at her but not her to you. Your name isn't even on the placard at her feet, just hers. Wouldn't it be fucked up if this is the first time you had seen your mother in four years, and here she is, reminding you that you'll never escape her?

[metamorphesque]

think about how there’s no such thing as a complete touch—only the illusion of it… think about how you’re moved and affected and scarred and scratched and bruised and kissed and bitten by a mere illusion… think about how you’re saved from the real thing… think about how you’re bereaved of the real thing

[izumiphoenix]

Before the darkness took him

I've been thinking again (I do that a lot, huh - I start every second post like this) about Astarion's life before he was turned.

We don’t know much about it – maybe even less now than during Early Access. Back then, I’ve heard it was said he was a corrupt magistrate who was beaten to death after a ruling, or even that he was working for Cazador already. But now, in the final release, all we know is that he was a magistrate in Baldur’s Gate, and that he was attacked by the Gur, angry at one of his rulings. We don’t know what kind of man he was.

As I understand from the wonderful series of posts from @litsenn (a small promotion haha), Larian was worried his image was becoming too cruel and could scare away the players, so they decided to soften it.

So there’s not much we can say for sure – but would that stop me from wondering? Of course not.

As for the headcanon about what kind of magistrate Astarion was, I’ll just quote myself from my other post:

I imagine he was young, still figuring out who he was, watching the world around him and trying to find his place. He wasn't perfect, he made mistakes. Maybe he was careless, maybe selfish at times, but I don’t think he was cruel, not intentionally. He probably didn’t consider the consequences of his choices and decisions well. And he probably believed he had a whole life ahead. Not a saint, not evil - just human.

And what was Astarion doing in Baldur's Gate? Why did he live there?

It’s a huge, multicultural city – not surprising that an elf might live there, even though they usually keep to their own communities, away from others. Some elves do maintain contacts with humans and other races, especially the Moon Elves. And I am a strong supporter of the headcanon that Astarion is a Moon Elf, based on his hair color. I like to imagine him with blue eyes, maybe with little golden flecks inside. That’s why I love blue tones for him.

Moon Elves are often described as lighthearted, curious, and drawn to art and beauty. They seem to be more tolerant of other races, more outgoing and individualistic than most of their kin. (From Forgotten Realms wiki)

I think it sounds a lot like him. Or at least like the version of him that could’ve existed, if things had gone differently.

The Cazador's role also raises a lot of questions. Even in the game, your character may notice how convenient it was that he appeared exactly in the right place and at the right time, when Astarion was dying. It’s not hard to imagine that he already had his eyes on the young, charming elf and possibly led the Gur on him, whether Astarion was framed or became a scapegoat for a careless ruling.

Unfortunately, we have too many questions and close to no answers.

Something that bothers me is that while Astarion seems to remember some details about his previous life, he never mentions anyone left behind.

Yes, we know that many of his memories are missing after everything he had to go through. He doesn't even know who he used to be himself.

I've seen mentions that you don't always keep all your memories when turned. Another reason might be Astarion avoiding reverie, which helps you work through your memories, not to relive his dark days in the castle again (or maybe because vampires can’t enter it anymore?). Or maybe his mind has blocked out the past to protect himself.

But what struck me is how he never really mentions anyone left behind. Of course, we know that many of his memories are gone. He doesn't even know who he used to be. But when he says, "No one looked out for me, you're the only one," it hurts. Maybe he was only talking about his time as a vampire. But I can’t help but think… was there really no one before that, either? No one who missed him when he disappeared? Or did he bury those memories so deeply that all he’s ever known, all that’s left, is that twisted version of family he had in the vampire lair?

And why wasn't Astarion's family looking for him? To them, he would still have been a child – barely into adulthood by elven standards. Should they live in Baldur's Gate, in 200 years, surely they would find a trace of him that would lead to Cazador, one way or another.

So I imagine they didn’t. Maybe they lived somewhere far away.

One reason might be that Astarion was sent there as a student and then stayed working as a magistrate. Maybe as a cultural exchange, learning and gathering experience. Or maybe his family wanted to have some connections with human society, or wanted him to see the world.

Another possibility is that he left them – maybe as a rebellious teenager, going separate ways to live on his own. That would explain why there were never any mentions of them and why no one came after him.

Whatever the reason, it’s heartbreaking to think that he disappeared one night, and no one came looking. At least as far as we know.

Of course, Astarion was so young when he was turned. Maybe the centuries of slavery erased the short years of life he once had.

For two centuries, the only "family" he knew was Cazador and the other spawns – a place of cruelty, manipulation, and survival. And even among them, Astarion never formed real bonds.

To me, he always seemed emotionally distant from the others. Maybe because he couldn’t trust anyone. Maybe because Cazador wanted them to turn on each other, make sure his spawns wouldn’t unite. Or was it like in school or other forced social groups where one person is singled out (especially by a teacher or group leader), and others often follow just to stay safe? I wonder if it was like that for him. If he was seen as weak, and the others treated him accordingly – Leon calls him weak, and Petras is dismissive. And Astarion himself may not be blameless – we know how sharp his tongue can be – but it still feels like he kept himself guarded.

Of course, that place wasn’t made for connection or real bonds, but some of his siblings still seemed closer to one another. Astarion, though, always felt apart. As if he never wanted to belong.

And maybe he didn’t – why would he? That place was a nightmare. Wanting nothing to do with them might have been his way of holding on to something – his dignity, his self. But still, I can’t help wondering that maybe some of the others tried to make peace with their new life, to seek comfort in one another, to adjust. Astarion never seemed to. He struggled or refused to settle into what they were forced to become.

But then… the way Astarion responds to kindness. The way he softens when he feels safe. Even the way he never accepted the false family bonds like some of the other spawns did – it makes me hope that maybe he knew real warmth once. Maybe he was loved, and something inside him remembers. Or hopes for it. And if he didn’t… Then I’m even more glad he can have it now that he’s free and learning to heal. That he’s no longer in that darkness. And can build something genuine and real.

[melverie]

Listen, if you were to push Lucifer down on his back, then pin his arms above his head and sit down on his stomach as you smirk down at him, he WILL short circuit so hard that his pride will be temporarily deleted from his brain

For the next century or so, his gaze will continue to hold nothing but complete and utter reverence for You and only You. He will look at You like You are beauty and holiness and perfection incarnate, as if the only purpose of the stars decorating the night sky above—and by extension, the only purpose of the morning star himself—was to bear witness to Your allure and charm. To the brilliance of Your existence

Compared to You, his father has been nothing but a false idol all this time

Also if you lie down on his chest & raise your head just high enough that he can't kiss you he will start to vibrate at 900 miles per hour proof: I'm the skeleton in Luci's room

[mythuzalasheir3]

it just occurred to me that Ford and McGucket are both reminiscent of different fictional mad scientists.

Ford is Frankenstein, doing dangerously unethical mad experiments in his basement and hastily trying to fix his mistakes and ending up making it worse

McGucket is Jekyll, experimenting on himself to create a version of himself that is completely unburdened and ends up losing himself in the process

[judasisgayriot]

fall out bunny: real and true

[pokemonblack3white3]

What if your ogre and your bicycle were best friends

[upthewitchypunx]

Accountability post: today I will clean up my desk. It's a giant oak rolltop desk I inherited from my grandfather.

It is currently covered in boxes and random stuff and I really should make it a useful space and not just a catchall I tend to ignore.

Is this accountability post about people who read this or maybe it is to my ancestors, who I'm just now realizing, seem to hang around me a lot in this liminal space at the end of the year?

[mouse--trap]

FUCK OKAY. talking about the childhood parallels.

The Passenger is first and foremost about growth, change, and the trauma that prevents these. Benson’s intentions for the day were to relieve Randy from his past by confronting it, for finally getting over it, as he puts it. Benson is not afforded the opportunity to do so, when he sees that Randy hasn’t severed himself from his childhood despite being fully capable of doing so in his eyes—despite being fixable—he can’t accept it.

In his impulsive, directionless attempt to push Randy forwards, towards his own future and his own fully realised adulthood, he instead essentially drags Randy back through his childhood. To make him completely reliant on someone else with no real autonomy of his own, the way Benson drags him around, practically hand-holding, keeping a keen, unapologetic eye on him perpetually, occasionally speaking for him to others before coaxing Randy to join in as well like he’s trying to socialise him.

It’s fascinatingly unsubtle in that it makes me feel so stupid for not getting this into words sooner. It’s everywhere, it shines through almost every aspect.

It’s in the people they meet. They start out at a diner where Marsha brings up her own children, it follows us to Benson’s house with his ma, dismissive and unavailable, to the mall parking-lot when Randy’s mom calls, overbearing and prying, and then with Miss Beard, and how the knowledge of her daughter and the unfiltered happiness she brings her completely shifts his reality on its head. there’s no mention of a father figure, other than Bensons noted disapproval about teen parents, and Benson is inconsistent and cruel in this pseudo-role, wildly unsuited to the detriment to himself and Randy.

It’s in the places they go,to a build-a-bear workshop knockoff franchise, an elementary school, to Randy’s teacher’s house.

It’s very present in the way Benson speaks to Randy, in these phrases we associate with parenthood: I’m doing this for your own good, don’t make me count to ten, don’t touch anything, you’re gonna be a good boy right, you talk to me like this after everything Ive done for you, I don’t wanna have to hurt you but you give me no choice when you misbehave. He tells Randy what to wear, where to sit, orders his food for him, tries to impart his own weird little lessons onto him about teen pregnancy and the gaping flaws of their society.

This unsteady illusion crumbles as the film progresses, fleetingly the dynamic is almost subverted as Benson starts to lose control, and the version we see of him in the final stretch is an abrupt upheaval that begins with him killing Shepard. During the sequence he seems barely in control of himself, distraught and possessed, driven by the desperate, loud, consuming fear of a child.

And it’s Randy who talks him down, who deliberately, clearly appeals with and reasons with him to get him out of it. Afterwards Benson is still violent, dangerous even more so than before, but he is also painstakingly, searingly vulnerable. He’s explosive and agitated, he can’t let anyone look at him, talk to him, he needs to be in control, needs to be making the decisions even as he can feel them slipping away from him, his options steadily closing up. The admission at the end, that he’d never been in charge, only tells us exactly what we’d been shown the whole day alongside Randy.

[mary34blog]

Out of all the AveMuji girlies I was always most invested in wtf Umiri's deal was out of them cause like... I had legit no idea what direction they end up taking with her.

With the others you could make a pretty decent guess about where it goes: Like Mutsumi DID surprise was unexpected to be sure, (mostly because I didn't think they would actually put that in a Bandori season) but even with her I had a decent image of her character trajectory. (Some of which I ended up guessing correctly.) And lord knows the entire creative team likes to hype the hell out of the incoming Uika Twist so I knew going in that whatever happens with her it's gonna be A Doozy in some way.

And then. There is this fuck ass bassist right here. She's in thirty gods damned bands. Thirty. What. Even if most of them barely active or dies quickly mfer that's still a lotta work. She's calm and proffesional. She's a snarky jester who likes to annoy Taki. She's making Higurashi faces in the OP for some reason. She looks like a terrified mouse in one shot of the same OP. While everyone and their grandma was busy watching Uika Misumi with baited breath I was obsessing over this funky little idiot. Sasaki Rico told us there was a bomb under the table but I only cared about why the guy stage right to the table is Like That.

And then. AND THEN. This episode is like: Umiri Yahata is like that because she's still upset about her first band she was in (that judging by their appearance in the flashback was founded in elementary school/early middle school at best) ditched her on the day of their performance. Also she goes on retail therapy after her last girlband ex refuses to text her back and dumps her tragic backstory on her ex coworker. She also leaves the bill to said coworker btw. And know is trying to get the band together while using their former rhythm guitarist's alter for her own ends all the while being framed like a sinister supervillain, right after we spent half an episode establishing her as the ultimate failgirl. Which somehow makes her look an even bigger failgirl/complimentary /affectionate. Also she sustains herself on a diet of protein supplements and vending machine drinks.

And. I. Love. Every. Second. of this fuckery. So so much. Umiri Yahata you are the woman of all time, I hope you get worse/affectionate