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girlycocksleeve · 10 months ago
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As someone who has a misgendering kink and who does sociological research in real life, I desperately want to study this kink. And then I realized I can! No one can stop me.
If you have a misgendering or a detransition kink (currently I’m only looking for people who are into the “sub” variation (i.e. you prefer to be misgendered/destransitioned)) please consider filling out this form and talking about your experiences. I’m looking for both transfem and transmasc people. These results will not be published, except that I might type up a summary and post it here, and your responses will be fully confidential.
If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out!
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bellaswansong · 1 year ago
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Attention Plurals and Systems of all Kinds
I'm a system majoring in linguistics at university and I want to study the way we all talk to each other! As far as I know, this is the first time anyone in academia has done a non-psychological study of the community, so I am very excited to hear from anyone who wants to participate.
In sociolinguistics, we believe that all identity has a social component-- including for singlets! I want to get a closer look at how people use language in our community to construct their identities, and to do that, I'm going to see if there is any correlation between the role someone takes in their system and the way they interact over text. You can find the questionnaire here: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1c5yNvtkbIHj2KlqUK1fNycyFPIsxi8hn_I5HftNVqIM/
Please read the entire consent document on the first page of the form.
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everybody-loves-purdy · 6 days ago
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same Duskfur anon but now i want to talk about other cool things Duskfur did that proves she should've been a complete asshole: - Was willing to attack Jayfeather (a blind medicine cat) - Attacked Cloverfoot (Shadowclan deputy) - Mocked Scorchfur - Met with Berryheart - Mocked Tigerheartstar - Supported Frostpaw's exile to a degree (for mocking Tigerheartstar when he took her in) - Argued about Frostdawn training as a warrior - Argued about Icestar being temporary leader - Once again literally argued Mistystar to death and shown little to no remorse afterward - Argued about Harelight being Frostpaw's mentor - "I'm not convinced the living world needed saving." Just wanted to include that quote from her Also Duskfur is just interesting to me as a character. Her kits have no listed father, so I like to interpret it as the father being a rogue. ik a lot of fan interpretation is Reedwhisker being the father, sorry lol. but a rogue is just more interesting to me. It also makes more sense to me. Podlight has white on him, and is shown to be at least partially a point. Neither Duskfur nor Reedwhisker have a hint of white or is a point (Reedwhisker is described as a black tom). ik warriors doesn't follow irl cat genetics, but Duskfur has unknown parents, so my headcanon is that recessive point runs in the bloodline, and that Duskfur is just a tabby masking point (having the colorpoint gene but not expressing it, thus being a tabby instead) from her parents, and the recessive gene passed to Podlight who expressed it bc the rogue was a colorpoint. how Frostdawn is a colorpoint despite neither Curlfeather nor Jayclaw being described as colorpoints is beyond me. Mistpaw being a tortoiseshell could be explained if the Curlfeather's father was a point w/ white (which is rare but possible), and Jayclaw's side of the family--cutting myself off here before i get completely off topic I would say a kittypet could've been the father, but Duskfur seems to like Leopardstar, who was aligned with Tigerstar I. Obviously that's not saying much in these books, but if Erin Hunter authors were better writers, she'd most likely have some sort of prejudice. Also, despite Tigerheartstar fighting with her, he appointed her as temporary leader. I think it was Finchlight or Sunbeam who said that he liked her for some reason. Literally how?? Did they have a conversation off-screen? This also leads into Duskfur being robbed of deputyship in Star, since she, along with Icestar, were chosen as temporary leaders at one point. hell, I'm pretty sure Jayfeather mentioned at some point that Duskfur was doing Mistystar's job for her, which makes sense imo. she never seemed inclined for leadership, but she also seemed to never turn down the chance when it was offered. I know she's old and everyone and their mother wants a young leader, but I just want someone in power who's an asshole, young or not. I don't think we had a decent one since Leopardstar and debatably Blackstar. Everyone else since then has been "nice" (broad spectrum; Tigerheartstar can be considered nice despite being a bit of a problem) if they weren't antagonists. i want someone who will cause issues because they were mildly inconvenienced, and mean Duskfur would've 100% did that considering she mocked Scorchfur for choking on a mouse (or something similar). Frostpaw also seemed to value Duskfur's opinion to a degree. iirc Duskfur was one of the cats Frostpaw wondered about in regards to Owlnose being accepted as temporary leader. I cannot say the same for Star bc I haven't read it yet (I only read spoilers), but it seems even nice Duskfur in the prologue on the website STILL argues with Frostpaw, even if she's more subdued about it. i could talk more about Duskfur in general (and Riverclan cats actually) but i feel like this ask is getting too long but if i could pretty please send more Duskfur/Riverclan asks that'd be lovely :D also sorry for the tangents lol
This is great stuff, some really good analysis about her!
Erin Hunter please read this and respond and give us mean Duskfur again from now on thank you
Also about an asshole leader I can 100% see Crowfeather being an asshole if he ever makes it that far
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mallas28 · 1 year ago
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Why many people think AFO has a bloodtype B?
So since chapter 400 i start hearing about AFO has a bloodtype B. Even wiky says that,but their source of that information is anime. Thats interesting. Because i look at anime picture of that information and find that this is FALSE TRANSLATION! That's right... Somehow official anime translation take information about bloodtype B with AFO. Look at that.
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As you can see AFO has "unknown" bloodtype. But where anime translators take this information? If you know please tell. Because i have AFOs page from Ultra Analys and it says "unknown"
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So would appreciate if someone give me information about AFO bloodtype. Thank you.
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thelunarfairy · 8 months ago
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I think that hanako is a little bit of a masochist, what do you think? Can you analys some of his "behaviors"?
Huuuuuummmmmm……. Hanako likes to take the initiative but he also likes it when the person he likes does the same, and well, he seems to really like the idea of having someone older who does "things" with him, who teaches him, who dominates him, who show desire for him.
Perhaps due to the influence of Nene herself
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He likes it, but he also doesn't know how to deal with it yet, he still "breaks down" when Nene takes the initiative, and that's very interesting.
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Hmm… it's still too early to talk about masochism because we haven't seen much in depth about it. He seems not to fear pain, but to take no pleasure in obtaining it. He doesn't like dealing with Teru, who is the main person who makes him feel pain.
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Does he look happy?
It's different, he seems to like dominance, that shyer side of Amane, that side that was unable to take initiative or talk to anyone, especially girls, so he has this latent desire, and that's why he waits for someone to take the initiative.
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He likes to hear that Nene likes him, and he makes her say it over and over again.
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"Come on girl, tell me, tell me that you like me, tell me that you love me, come on, come on, tell me"
Hanako is Amane and Amane is Hanako, even though Hanako is so confident and likes to flirt with Nene, he is still Amane, and it is that side that reacts when Nene takes the initiative. It's like it was an old wish of his. For someone who has such a hard time saying how they feel, and waits for someone to confess to them, I imagine this applies here too.
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Maybe because he feels desired, I mean, a girl he finds very attractive is hitting on him, is wanting to do things with him. Things he saw in magazines, things he wanted to happen to him
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It's an old desire of his to be "passive" do what you want with me, I want, please.
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"Show me that you want me, that you love me" It's a form of love, of course, to feel desired. Amane is lonely and Nene was the first girl who told him that she likes him, it's no wonder he fell in love so quickly.
He wants to be loved be desired
and well, of doing perverted things with the older girl he knew as a child
hmm….. so, FOR NOW, let's think like this, we need to know more things to think about maasochism.
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allisluv · 18 days ago
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Remember that part 1 of an analysis of Annie and careers with marinas are you satisfied with the help of genius and my honor?? Well, I didn't, until I found the sheet I thought I lost while moving (because homegirl can't express her thoughts on the motherfucking notes app)
I'm sorry for repeating the first part I just can't find it so here's the whole thing or maybe I'm gonna send it in 2 parts idk
"I was pulling out my hair, the day I got the deal, chemically calm, was I meant to feel happy that my life, was just about to change" it's about the reaping day, chemically calm is for her smoking and the change is that she's either gonna die or achieve what she trained for her entire life. "One life pretending to be, the cat who got the cream" she got what she wanted, but unlike the others she couldn't pretend that she was liking it. "And I don't give a damn if you don't believe My problem is my problem that I never am happy It's my problem, it's my problem on how fast I will succeed" she slowly starts to disregard what others say about her going mad and for the pressure her parents had put into her before the games. She is angry that for them being broken from all the pressure put into her means that she's crazy. Because when you add more weight to the rope (like a rope holding things idk) it will break at some point. Shes stopping to believe this, both the career ideology and the her being "crazy" shit. She also doesn't care about their words after she comes back and how they talk about her to others and shell fight for herself. Before she needed more, but now she just wants peace, and shell fight for, even if the battle is against herself.
"Are you satisfied with an avarage life?" This us something more all career and people who didn't join the rebellion, so here my logic might break, even though we both know that there are not enough braincells for logic. The avarage life is being safe, under the wing of the Capitol, and not trying to make a change. Maybe because you're scared that if you do it'll get worse. "Do I need to lie to make my way in life?" The tributes needing to look "sexier", more confident and interesting to gain sponsors. Peetas fear of the Capitol changing him. It can also be changing lie to kill, which is obvious, to make it to the goal you have to kill.
"High achiever don't you see? Baby nothing comes for free they say I'm a control freak driven by a greed to succeed nobody can stop me" Annie fighting so much to succeed that she breaks from the pressure, effort, her victory and her "reward". She "burns" herself, nothing can stop her from succeeding, even her knowing her district partner all too well. In the end, even his death didn't stop her from winning.
"Cause it's my problem if I wanna pack up and run away it's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway. It's my problem, it's my problem if I feel the need to hide and it's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die" It's her problem that she finds escape in cigarettes drugs and sex. It's her problem that she hides after her district partners death and after her victory. It's her problem if she wants to die, nobody cares about the mad girl anyway. She shouldn't be alive right now. All those other kids should be. Finnick shouldn't be concerned with her, she is way too weak and evil and pointless, and now even ugly and out of the shape she had with the training (because everyone knows that you don't deserve or earn sympathy without a pretty face). And with someone helping her she feels even weaker. So she pushes the little people left away and is left alone.
I'm so sorry this is so long and old so it probably doesn't make sense but hey at least I... Don't know ok I'm sorry again
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nonnie never ever apologise for sending me in these rambles! i love to read them! on that note, this is so beyond perfect that i actually need this injected into my veins. please feel free to send in song requests with a character and we can analyse them together!! <3
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reneethegreatandpowerful · 1 year ago
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-OC Incorrect Quotes-
You said you tagged anybody who wanted to do this, @vellatra, so consider me tagged! Here's the link to the generator site. I made a billion, but decided I would spare ya'll and just share a handful. ...At least, for now. >:) (These six characters are all from the same story. Anali's the protagonist.)
Anali, to the Squad: I’d die for you. Siegfried: Then perish. Franesca: You will. Caidar: Please don’t. Tillian: Cool. Xarik: I’d die for you first.
(Tillian, you're awful.)
Siegfried: Does anyone know how to relax? Asking for a friend.
(Poor Siegfried.)
Caidar: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.
(...I love this guy.)
Franesca: I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people.
After discussing a plan Tillian: Does anyone have any questions? Caidar: Is this legal? Tillian: Does anyone have any relevant questions?
(The generator misinterpreted Xarik as depressed and Anali as a force of mad chaos, but it knew how to do Tillian. XD)
Xarik: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it? Caidar: Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?” Franesca, scoffing: Oh, please. Caidar, to Franesca: Hey, how you doin’? Franesca: Franesca: giggles and blushes
(If Caidar did that to me I would implode.)
Anali: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.
And we end on Anali basically summing up the book.
Hope you enjoyed! :)
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magnoliamyrrh · 2 years ago
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Uuuh I should prob be asking someone who isn’t a random tumblr blog abt this but what is the definition of rape. Like how do I know if I was raped and not just like sexually assaulted? Is it penetration? I’m confused
hey dear <3 im really sorry you went this, i hope youre holding up ok and im sending u my love
bit of a difficult question to answer tbh. personally, from my own understanding, experience etc id generally define rape as sexual assault which involves penetration with either a bodily oriface (not necessarily just a dick for example, but hands etc) or with an object, of the unwilling parties body, weather vaginally, analy, or orally. this is how it is legally defined in many places im pretty sure, too
still. i think a too strict way of defining it like that can lead to non-penetrative sexual assault being seen as less bad and less serious.... being seen as "just" sexual assault by comparison... but truly, it depends. non penetrative sexual assault can mean plenty of things, and can definitely be just as damaging psychologically, and feel just as invasive. it can definitely feel like you have been raped, even though maybe if going by strict legal definition you haven't. and i think that's very fair. also, i personally think defining rape as only penetration would leave out cases of, lets say, the times it happens that a male is forced by a female or another male to engage in penetrative sex /be inside the perpetrator. while its not him whose being penetrated, i would personally still define this as rape
i think its up to you if you feel to yourself that the word rape describes what you have been through or not. i have had friends who experienced non-penetrative sexual assault which they felt severe or impactful enough to call rape, i have had others which prefer to not use that word..... its a word with a lot of.. meaning, emotion, pain, power, tied into it, and i think everyone kinda has their own relation to it. its okay to not know how to feel about it. id say, give yourself time, and be gentle with yourself because i know from personal experience how hard it is to try to understand what happened...... and even if you come to the conclusion that it wasnt rape, please try to not diminish what you went through or invalidate what you may feel because it was "just" sexual assault (at least ive had that tendency w some things that have happened)
im sorry if this hasnt been useful at all, i hope it was at least a little bit. again im sending you hugs and i hope youll get through this and be able to heal from this as much as you can 💛🧡💛 and idk, feel free to drop by and vent if u ever need to
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neonhyyena · 4 months ago
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a short fic about my ocs below the line 🤭
ex-wife
“Hang on, I might have one on me,” Walker said, beginning to empty his belongings out onto the table. It began with his typical necessities: phone, cash, cigarettes, a lighter, a flask, a pocket knife, a condom, a questionable and likely illegal substance; but that was only the tip of the iceberg. Sera and Julien watched in awe as what seemed like an incomprehensible amount of junk was removed from Walker’s pockets. Bottlecaps, coins, what Julien was pretty sure was just a piece of broken glass, old receipts, a marble (Sera caught it before it rolled off the table), a tooth, a gold necklace, and a pack of playing cards.
“What the hell is this?” Julien questioned, appalled at the literal trash Walker had just presented to them.
“Yeah, why do you have all of these things?” Sera asked, picking up one of the receipts to investigate.
“You never know what you’re gonna need.” Walker said defensively, seemingly insulted by their poor reaction to his junk collection. He swiftly grabbed the gold necklace to put back in his pocket, but Julien quickly caught his hand before he could.
“You don’t wear gold.” Julien stated. It felt like Julien was staring daggers at him, but he also kind of always looked like that, so Walker couldn’t really tell if he was being interrogated or not.
“Yeah, it’s not mine, it’s my wife’s.” Walker answered, attempting to pull his hand away, but Julien’s grip stayed strong.
“...Your wife?” Sera spoke softly, as if she was nervous to offend him. Julien quirked an eyebrow, awaiting an answer.
“Ex-wife! My ex-wife!” Walker quickly corrected, but Sera and Julien did not look convinced.
“How long were you going to hide your secret wife from us?” Julien smirked, finally releasing Walker’s hand, “I didn’t think you had it in you to officially tie the knot with someone.” Sera giggled at this.
“EX-wife, emphasis on the ex!” Walker exclaimed, shoving the necklace back into his pocket.
“I’m quite familiar with this excuse, Walker. Many of my clients tell me about their “ex” wives, too.” Sera teased.
“Yeah, no need to lie about it. I don’t care if you’re married, it’s just an interesting development. When do we get to meet the lucky lady?” Julien chuckled.
“Well, you can’t. ‘Cause she’s dead.” Walker said flatly, killing the lighthearted atmosphere in an instant. Sera felt the embarrassment rise up in her, her cheeks turning a faint pink. Julien just looked intrigued, or confused.
“...Yeah. So that kind of throws a wrench into that. But it’s okay, it’s really not a big deal. We didn’t really see eye to eye, anyway. I don’t even know why I keep it, really, I just don’t like getting rid of stuff.” Walker shrugged in an attempt to dissipate the awkwardness in the room.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize…” Sera spoke up, “I’m sure she was a lovely woman.”
“Eh, not really. Seriously, don’t worry about it, Sera. You had every right to mess with me.” Walker patted her on the shoulder, she seemed much more upset over it than Walker had been in a long time. He looked over at Julien, who continued to stare him down; now he was certain he was about to be interrogated.
“How did she die?” Julien asked; Sera swatted at him, a reprimand for asking a widower such a personal question.
“She choked. Drug addict, you know?” Walker said, maybe a little too casually, a little too well-rehearsed.
“Right.” Julien nodded. The tension was palpable. Julien was not one to be easily fooled, but Walker knew he would never press such a topic in front of Sera. He got lucky, this time.
“Wanna know something crazy?” Walker prompted to distract from the previous topic. Sera took the bait, Julien did not. “That’s not even the only time I was married. I have a second ex-wife, too. Alive and well, you’ll be pleased to know. Her name is Lucy, I still see her around sometimes…” Walker continued to tell Sera, who gladly listened, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of Julien’s eyes burning through him. Like he was analyzing his words for any slip-ups or mistakes. Like he was peering into his conscious, his soul.
Like he knew.
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ickybby · 6 months ago
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maybe she should feel more guilt for her lack of foresight. yet she doesn't. she's too needy for raven. her girlfriend's touch, her body, her cum. whatever time they spend together never quite feels like enough. having raven's baby seemed a good start though. the growled reassurance leaves the petite mother of two smiling against her girlfriend's mouth, her tongue and teeth grazing raven's bottom lip teasingly. raven's confession is bold. the idea of getting pregnant again was enthralling to ana, especially when it involved someone like her partner. someone who wasn't just loved by both anali and her children. raven was also to be trusted. the warmth of anali's girlfriend using her mouth and her body to entertain and entrap the tiny woman is beyond intoxicating. it leaves ana absolutely ready to do disgusting, depraved things. so long as her behavior inspired raven to breed her until she gave anali another baby and kept pumping her full of cum after that too. "please, fuck. you're making me beg and i'm letting you put a baby in me? rude." her hips writhe in an attempt to buck against the other, heat radiating from between the apex of anali's thighs as she teased her girlfriend before she continued. "i don't really mind begging though, i really want you to pump me full of your cum as many times as it takes for us to make a baby. and then i want you to keep fucking me like we're still trying."
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Raven had been aching for her girl for awhile now, the two had never really talked about their future but now? Now as their bodies pressed together and their lips battled for dominance the choice was no longer a choice- not that she minded, Raven had always known she wanted kids, and knocking up the beautiful woman under neath her? "I wouldn't stop this for the world." she growled against Ana's lips.
Tossing the pants aside she did the same with her own, letting the other woman see just how bad she had it. "I've missed you, and knocking you up sounds like the hottest fucking thing right now." she growled against the woman's lips, pinning her down again and kissing down her neck, "Tell me you want it..."
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headlessandhellbent · 5 years ago
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Had a dream last night. Please read. Please analyze.
 my sister and I were on rouned 3 of our summer concerts. AFI just got off the stage (and in my dream I literally watched the entire 8-song setlist). I left to go to the bathroom. On my way to them I go to the lobby where all the merch is and I’m looking around and I spot an AFI corner but unpon further inspection (I vividly remember standing in front of the booth in my blue/purple/white Liz Clayborn Jeggings, a purple Old Navy tank top and my black flats with the shiny toes and like, feeling like a mom infont of the skinny tatted dudes running the stand) realized that it wasn’t CONCERT merch, but it was all Spencer’s brand band merch? And the booth next to them was specifically Hot Topic merch with Hot Topic tags on every item. I rememeber being really fucking confused but not fucking confused enough to actually ask anyone if there was actual concert merch so I went to the bathroom. Except the ladies bathroom in the lobby had a giant sign “SEQUINED DRESSES ONLY” and there was a huge wait of like 10 girls in those poofy-ass prom-dress type things? With their hair and makeup done. So I’m looking around and I see a sign for another bathroom. And then all of a sudden there’s a small group of people and I trying to find this other bathroom for people NOT in sequined dresses and we’re in like... the closed off section of the venue? It was like a huge area deal type, btw. And the lights are off and we’re all like sneaking towards this ladies bathroom around the corner and down like three halls. And then Right past bathroom I notice a little alley and it’s literally like two steps back to the glitter bathroom and lit up yet we took the dark closed off path there. Anyway. So I’m heading back to the stage area, didn’t actually use the bathroom, just found it and walked past it. It’s all elevated seating and now the arena is like a small play type theatre? So I’m looking trying to find my sister. I spot her, the way from the door on the wall would be up the side stairs, across the back, then down the to where our row is. and there’s like random people from high school like just up and walking around everywhere. There’s something/someone blocking that that way so I opt to go across the front then up... except there’s a lady in a wheel chair and I literally like start climbing over her like a fucking monkey and she’s like ‘ahem....?’ and I’m like ‘oh omg so sorry’ and I start to go the other way except the lady she’s with is like ‘no no climb over her’ SO I DO?! and I make it back to my seat.... finally. And I’m explaining to my sister about all the bogus Hot Topic shit in the lobby and all I want is a AFI concert tee with the dates on the back and we’re hemming and hawwing over it and then like all of the sudden the big screen behind the stage starts playing an episode of Grey’s Anatomy because it’s been SOOO fucking long getting the next band out. And apparently the next band is Cane Hill and NOT Slipknot like we thought. My phone is broken and at home so I ask my sister if I can take pictures on her’s instead when they come out and I guess she agrees and I’m thinking and getting sad about all the pictures from Disrupt when I saw The Used and how they’re all lost now on my broken phone (except irl i downloaded them thank god before it broke) and am wondering how i’m going to get them off her phone to me.  
Then my alarm went off.
Someone please dream analysis the fuck of this. 
Also sidenote, I woke up and I am wearing my exact dream outfit down to the shiny toed flats to work today lmao.
Please and thank!
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thatgoblin · 3 years ago
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Pent Up
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Series Summary: Bucky Barnes has got himself in trouble for the last time. One too many international incidents of romance and nearly destroying blocks of cities fighting crime. Now he's in charge of a secluded 'rehabilitation clinic' for former criminals. Which include his own enemies, much to his disdain. With the help of Reader, who is a trained therapist, they get to work to rehabilitate the criminals into possible heroes.
One Shot Summary: John Walker and Therapist!Reader have a very intimate and intense session to help John work through some aggression.
Warnings: Smut, dark!John Walker, all the dirty kinks, dom/sub, dub-con roleplaying, sex toys, dom!John Walker, spitting, doctor/client relationship, analy sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (both male and female giving and recieving), S/M play, cream pie, smothering.
It had been almost four months since you started working with your patients, John Walker, Eddie Brock, Loki Layfeson, and Helmut Zemo. You’ve made quite a bit of progress and was wishing to implement your newest technique. It was one that was frowned upon by the counseling community as well as highly unethical, but it had proven to work before.
Your first patient with the treatment would be John, as he seemed to be the most volatile. But seeing as all of the patients were, you wanted to have the first person need it the most. John was certainly the one who needed it the most.
“How are you feeling today, John?” You asked, wearing the requested outfit. A white button up with three quarter sleeves, the buttons undone to show just the top curve of your breasts, the thigh high, tight pencil skirt that covered the black nylon stockings, and lastly, the black heels.
“Irritated,” John said with a sigh. “I feel pent up, ready to snap at anyone.”
“Do you want to talk about why you’re feeling that way?” You asked, looking at him.
“Not really,” he said. “Can the session just be over? I mean, I’d rather be in my room alone jerking off to some porn than share my feelings.”
“You know the rules, John. At least an hour session on your scheduled days, just like everyone else,” you said, scribbling a few things down on your notepad.
Agitated
Talks about porn
Hasn’t had sex in a long time
Possible candidate for prostate stimulation
“So we can do this the easy way and talk or we can do this the hard way and sit in silence while you continue to get annoyed that we’re quiet.” You glance up to see him glaring at you hard. “Talk to me John, what are we going to do with our time here?”
“I could give you a few options,” he snorted, shaking his head as his leg bounced.
“And what are they?” You asked, holding your pen ready to write.
“You could put those pretty red lips around my cock and suck me for an hour,” he smirked.
“We talked about this, John. If you keep saying inappropriate things-”
“Stop wearing those short skirts that let me see those red panties you got on then,” John cut you off as he leaned forward in his seat. “You’re just begging for it with the clothes you wear. I can see your fucking nipples right now, they’re so hard and just waiting to be smacked.”
“That’s enough John,” you snapped. “I think you should go back to your room for the day.”
“No, no, no,” he said, standing up to tower over you with a sneer on his face. “I’m not leaving now. You told me we had to have at least an hour on our scheduled days, so we’re gonna keep our hour.”
“John, back up now. Don’t make me tase you,” you said, trying to hold your ground as you went for the taser in question. It was always kept next to you in a holder for if any of the patients became erratic and dangerous.
“That’s funny,” he chuckled, his reflexes faster than yours. You reached for the weapon, but John was faster. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up from your seat, ignoring your struggle against him. “This is my session and I want to spend it fucking that pussy of yours.”
“John, you can stop this right now,” you huffed, trying to push away from him. “If you stop, I won’t say anything and you won’t get in trouble.”
“Oh, I’m going to get in trouble and it’ll be worth it,” John said, licking his lips. Manhandling you, he dragged you to your desk. You tried to fight him as he shoved you against it hard, letting you go long enough to rip your shirt open as you gasped. Just as John had said, you had no bra on and your nipples were hard and pointed. “Look at those. I bet you haven’t had someone make them hard like that in a while.”
“John stop it or I’ll scream!” You cried, earning a slap from him. It wasn’t hard, but jarring.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he growled, reaching up to grip your throat and squeeze dangerously hard. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and let me wreck that pussy of yours or are we going to do this the hard way and I get to fuck each hole as I please?” You grabbed at his wrist, trying to get some relief as you choked out a ‘yes’ before he let you go. “Good girl, now get on your knees. I wanna see those lips get smeared in red.”
Nodding, you sunk to your knees as you looked up at him. His jeans were tenting already and you had to wonder how long he’d been hard. Your fingers quickly went to work, opening his pants to find he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Instead, his cock was threatening to spring out and slap you in the face. There was no way you could take all of that thing in any of your holes. It just wasn’t possible, but it didn’t stop you from salivating or feel that deep ache between your legs.
“Go on, don’t get shy on me now,” John said, swatting your face to get you out of your trance. With a whimper, you finish pulling him out and you’re positive he’s too big. Each ridge and vein is pronounced to an almost laughable effect, but it was real and it was twitching in your hand. Swallowing hard, you opened your mouth to take him in. “That’s it, take it all in,” he groaned as you made muffled noises while trying to get further than a few inches. John’s hands went right into your hair, forcing the bun it was in to loosen as he gripped it. “Keep going, don’t stop.”
You couldn’t even if you wanted to, his hands had you pinned in place to keep you from pulling back. As slow as you wanted to go, John was tired of waiting. When you were trying to breath, he pushed you down further as your hands gripped his jeans. All you could do was keep your mouth open as he began to rock his hips. You gagged and choked on him, tears pricking your eyes as you tried to breath despite the quickening pace of his hips.
John pulled out suddenly, letting you cough and gasp before giving you another slap. There were only a few seconds before he was back to skull fucking you. Tears ran down your face as you drooled down your chin and neck. You’d never had this intense interaction before, but it didn’t mean your body didn’t like it. Your pussy was hot and starting to throb as you kept taking John.
When he managed to get himself down your throat despite your protests, he held you down as you choked on him. At first you thought it would be just a moment, but then time kept going and he didn’t let you off till you were fighting him.
“Oh such a messy bitch,” he moaned, looking down as you fell back a bit. You looked up to such a terrifying, but still arousing image of him shirtless with his cock hanging out. When did John take his shirt off? There was no time for questions as he pulled you up to your feet. “Turn around,” John ordered, not giving you a chance to even do it before he was forcing you to turn. He bent you over the desk and pinned you there by the neck with one hand while the other jerked your shirt down from your shoulders. Twisting it and wrapping it around your wrists, John had your hands bound, making you even more helpless to him.
You shook under him as his hands ran down your back, letting you feel the rough calluses on each finger. John grunted as he groped your ass through your skirt. Not satisfied, he pulled it up to expose your stockings and panties that were embarrassingly wet.
“Would you look at that?” He said with a hum. “Someone likes this more than she says.” You choked out a whine as he pressed into the soaked fabric, teasing you with what might be. He kept pushing, getting just past your lips before pulling back. “Lick those fingers, taste how fucking horny you are for me,” John ordered, shoving his fingers into you mouth. Following orders, your tongue flicked and swirled around his finger tips, making it harder to focus. The sound of metal sliding near your head made you look to your right to see him pulling out a pair of scissors from your pen cup.
Those were not allowed out with the patients, but for this instance you were thankful they were. John pulled his fingers free to start cutting your stocking off to get to your panties. The sound of the material ripping made you gasp softly as the cold blades of the scissors ran over your ass and near your pussy when he cut off your panties next.
“That’s more like it,” he groaned. Your whole bottom was open to him, making your cheeks heat up. “So fucking wet and all for me. You even shaved, how sweet.” With nothing to stop his fingers this time, he slid one in easily before he quickly added a second.
“Fuck, John,” you whimpered as he curled them as he searched for that spot. When John hit it, you couldn’t help but push back as a strangled moan came from you.
“I knew you wanted it,” he chuckled. “Such a fucking slut for criminals, aren’t you? You act like you wanna fix us, but all you really want is for us to fuck this dirty pussy.” You keened as he kept stroking that spot, making you damn near wild with need. “Say it,” he growled, slapping your face again. “Say your dirty pussy wants my cock.”
“My dirty pussy wants your cock,” you whined as his fingers pulled out.
“Good girl,” he said, leaning over you. “But you’re entirely too loud right now and I don’t want our fun to end, do you?” He asked, grabbing your face to force you to look at him.
“No,” you whimpered, shaking your head.
“I know, you want this cock to split you in two,” John said as he began opening your desk drawers in search of something. You know what was in there, but acted surprised when he found it.
Along with a roll of tape, John pulled out a thick, pink dildo and lube. It wasn’t as big as he was, but it was above average.
“You’re a kinky bitch,” he laughed as he set the toy down next to your face. Your face was hot and you wanted to hide your shame, but John wasn’t having it. “You fuck yourself with that between patients? Huh?”
“Yes,” you answered, squirming under him.
“Where do you put it? Your mouth? Your pussy? Oh fuck, please tell me you put it in that ass of yours,” he groaned. You stayed quiet, trying not to push back on him as his cock began to slide over your folds. “Come on, tell me where you put it, dirty whore.” he groaned.
“My ass,” you whimpered.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “That’s where it’s gonna go then.”
“No, John, please,” you begged as he grabbed the toy and lube. “I won’t be able to take you and that!”
“I’d shut up if I were you,” John growled, slapping your face again. “You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore. I’m calling the shots now.”
“John-” You whined before he cut you off by grabbing your face.
“I said shut up,” he snarled. “You just can’t learn, can you?” Forcing your mouth open by squeezing on your jaw, he spit into your mouth before smacking you again. John grabbed the cut panties to shove them into your mouth roughly. “At least I got to fuck that hole first,” he chuckled as he ripped off a piece of tape from the roll to press it over your lips to keep you gagged. “There, that’s better.”
You cried out behind the gag, squirming more as he easily moved you how he wanted. He took your shirt off completely, allowing a few moments of fight as he moved your wrists to tape them to your ankles. On your back on your desk, you were spread open for him to do as he pleased despite your muffled protests.
“Now, let’s fill that ass up, huh?” John said with a smirk. He grabbed the lube as you squirmed, trying to close your legs, but that was an impossible feat as he stayed between them. Slick fingers began to poke and prod at the tight ring of muscles, making you shiver as he pushed one finger in. “Shit. If I didn’t want that pussy so bad, I’d be fucking your ass.”
You couldn’t help the flutter of muscles as he began to slowly finger fuck your ass. Your clit was throbbing almost painfully as he took his time in stretching you open. One finger felt huge, but he was already putting in a second, scissoring them. When you thought that it was already too much, you saw John kneel as he kept fingering you to give your wet pussy a long, slow lick. It only made it harder to stay still, screaming behind the gag as you shook. It didn’t really matter that you were gagged as you’d be unable to form words coherently.
Sobbing, you could only watch as John pushed his tongue into your folds as a third finger was added to your ass. The dirty, wet noises shouldn’t have made you want more, but all you could do was picture yourself riding John’s face. The man was skilled with his tongue, you would give him that. Something that could be worked with later as well.
You felt yourself on the edge, crying out and sobbing as your legs quivered. Then suddenly John pulled back completely and left you hanging. Screaming behind the gag, you left in an almost painful lurch as he looked down at you and chuckled.
“Such a needy slut. I knew you wanted it the first day we met,” he said, licking his lips. “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna fuck you good and hard.” Grabbing the dildo, he slicked it up with the lube before pressing the tip to your tight hole. “Now let ol’ Cap fill that ass of yours.”
A long, low groan forced itself out of you as John pushed the toy into you. It wasn’t too big, but it was long. Most of the time you could take the whole thing in your pussy and hit your cervix just right to make you cum from just riding it. He kept pushing it in till it was flush, making you feel so fucking full already.
Choking out whines, you could only watch as John ripped pieces of tape from the roll to tape the toy down. Smoothing the material down, John gave your ass a playful spank that made you jump. “That’s not going anywhere,” he hummed, watching your face as it had gone from completely aware to almost a drunk state. “Look at you. You were complaining and fighting me earlier, but now you’re just a little fuck toy and happy about it, aren’t you?”
You nodded, whining as his fingers toyed with your wet pussy. It was maddening and he knew exactly what he was doing. John was fucking dangerous with those fingers and you were willing to let him do whatever he wanted with them.
“Now, let’s get to the main event,” he said, grabbing his cock to run the tip up and down your slit. Shaking, you keened when he pressed the head to your clit. That was the only warning you received before he pushed into you hard and fast. It was a painful stretch and you were sure that you were going to bleed, but he was buried to the hilt so soon. “Look at my stuffed toy. Every hole filled up and you’re still needy. I know I said this is what would happen if you didn’t behave, but I was lying. This was always going to happen.”
His hips drew back to snap forward again, plunging into you as your body’s nerves were on fire. Everything felt that much more intense and as the pain subsided, that much more pleasurable. Soon, John was leaning over you, grunting into your neck as he fucked you. Each thrust pushed the toy into your ass, making it feel like there were two people fucking you at once. His lips and teeth were on your neck, kissing and nipping as his stubble rubbed your skin.
It felt like it was almost too much, that he’d taken over you and there was no going back. This was who you would be, John’s little fuck toy. You could only imagine how long it would go on, he was a super soldier after all. How long would he have you trapped and use you? Sooner or later someone had to come check on you. That someone would have to be Bucky because he was the only one with access to your office when he wanted to.
“Gonna fill you up,” John grunted into your ear. “Make you leak my cum for days.”
The idea of him being inside you for days was enough to have you on edge again, a mewling mess under him as his cock fucked your sensitive pussy. It was driving you wild, but you just had to take it.
“Fuck, ‘m close,” he hissed. Wait, he was going to let you cum, right? After everything to not let you would be horrible. “Clench that pussy around me. Wanna feel you milk it.”
It was the only thing you could do, holding your breath without realizing it as you clenched as tight as you could.
“That’s it, grip that cock,” John said before placing a hand over your nose, pinching it shut. “You’re not breathing till I cum.”
Grunting, you felt your orgasm start as you tried to wrench your face free, but his grip was too strong. Strangled noises of choked moans were muffled by his hand as you clenched John hard, cumming without prompt. Your body jerked and balked under John’s as you tried to breathe. A few more thrusts and John was cumming deep inside you. His hand moved away, letting you suck in precious air as he snarled and ground against you.
“Shit,” he said, panting. “Good girl. Such a fucking good girl.” Soft twittering noises were all you could do as you laid back, spent and sensitive as he pulled out. You couldn’t stop the whimper at the loss of his cock, already feeling him leak down your folds. “I should take a picture of that. Keep it for later,” he laughed as he pushed his cum back into you with his fingers. “Should block that up.”
Grabbing the tape again, John ripped off a few pieces to place over you to keep your folds shut. Thank god you had shaved or you would have been PISSED.
“There we go. Now whoever else wants a turn just has to open you up again. I bet the other guys would love to have a turn and make you gush cum,” he said. Tucking himself away, John adjusted his clothes as you laid on the desk waiting patiently for him to untie you. When he didn’t, actually moving towards the door, you cried out and tried to get his attention. “Oh, you really thought I wasn’t going to leave you like this?” He said with a smirk.
That wasn’t the deal! John needed to let his aggressive side out, so you both laid down rules as to what could and couldn’t happen. Part of that was to make sure you weren’t left like that for someone else.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go get Bucky right now. I bet he’d love to see this,” John said, laughing as he left the office.
Well. . . At least Bucky would probably untie you. Probably.
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sokayisaidiot · 4 years ago
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Dream SMP Assumption #8
Today’s topic: Heart or Mind way?
Please DO NOT read if you’re uncomfortable with the themes of death, depression and suicide. It’s a very complicated theme. I did NOT study it and do NOT know some aspects of it. I just go off the things I saw in the smp and made my own theories about it. If you’re even slightly triggered by this, please stop and do NOT try to read it. Please do NOT put yourself in some kind of uncomfortable zone.
Please do not. Thank you
(This is all assumptioning from the fictional world of dream smp)
(Heavy spoilers on the resent events)
(Also just assumptions, when you know something, you can always drop it :))
(This Series is created by another person, that’s just too fuckin lazy to move her butt)
Trigger warning today:
Death
Hints of the betrayals
Okay- what I’ve wanted to say-
is when you like a character, it mostly is because they are relatable. And that’s sad, because when other people are just straight out say this character sucks. Then you just think, “Hey! I feel relatable to them! You just say I suck too!”
Have my Analys why you maybe like your character so much and why you shouldn't shit on others! Because thats just hella rude!
For me, it’s tommy. I find myself in the situation often he is in. Hell, he has two older brother figures and one sarcastic dad figure (for me it’s my mum). As tommy has his deep and undestructable love with the disks, I have my connection to my teddy bears. I mean I’m nearly sixteen now, but when I think going without my teddy somewhere, i will protest and I will beat up people if they try to destroy them. Or for nihachu, being a woman in a world full of men who think they need to guide her, when she is completely able to guide herself! But that doesn’t mean I agree with his/her actions.
It’s important too understand how you act and why you don’t agree with some things!
Other people feel relatable with their favorite character because they make the same decisions. One of My brothers have the same mindset as technoblade. They act the same and make the same desicions. My other brother is the same way with Wilbur.
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I will not say here that they all think just in this ONE direction, but how they act in general ways. And this is not any hate against any character, since its actually a analysis and I really feel connected to most of them in some way!
Tommy is a heart person. He thinks with his emotions and that’s why his plan are more improvised and thinks of people first and then the product. Seeing him acting for tubbo and then for the discs. Or him going rescuing Niki and then fighting when he knows he can act out with her being safe. With his emotional way he also makes the brashest decisions. His emotions bring him often into danger and make him a perfect weapon.
Heart people also are
Puffy, with thinking first of the children and even going against a friend and power. Her goal is to destroy something which is planned to be destroyed later, but doing it beforehand since it hurts others. But with her age, she has more knowledge than tommy and CAN act with a plan and not just improvising.
Sapnap is also a heart person. He acts out of emotions and like Tommy, makes many times rash decisions. He likes doing improvised things and jumping into action from a simple order. Not like Dream, who scouts everything out or does one plan after thinking of millions of ways of outcomes.
Phil also thinks with his heart. He just sees children and adopts them. He also carries pain like from when he killed Wilbur. He does make many mind decisions, but most of them come from experience. And with the way he didn’t outright went after the axe of peace, which would have been a logical decision, he didn’t attack Tommy.
Niki is part of the heart people. It’s obvious like we all know. She sees the peoples feelings first and then plans out. When she saw her fox getting killed by sapnap, she let her emotions handle out first. She is also a very forgiving person and a big hearted person. When she is hurt, it will take a long time for her to figure it out. Like she stated, her character has a hard time coping with everything and instead of letting her mind sort it out, she goes against another person. Tommy in this case.
Eret at the start was a mind person, with their decision of seeing something like power first and then the people and also making full fletched and thought plans. But with them deciding to go against Dream (Manberg vs Pogtopia War and losing his crown and later fighting against Dream and protecting Tommy and Tubbo) because of their decision to listen to their heart first. They changed to listen to their hearts, instead of really thinking of their own valuable
Wilbur is through and through a heart person. His emotions made him go insane in the end and the deep emotional bond to Tommy was his unfinished business. He thinks for the country that he makes home for the others and will take his friends dear too him, when they are in danger. He will not hesitate to take a bullet for them or put their safety over his. Looking at, when he stood up to Schlatt, protecting Niki in the process of the crossfire.
Jack Manifold is a very emotional person. He takes things to heart and can't really think with the most logical way. He will remember things you do or did. Like when Tommy killed him and he lost all of his stuff, he was very and is still very angry. He thinks of revenge and the way people forget that he is also pretty young.
For Technoblade, its really seeable that he is a mind person. He barely handles out of emotions. It can be, because he thinks it’s like a weakness, showing his open emotions. He sees his ideals before the heart way. Like how L’Manberg was in the end a big part corrupted. When his emotions gets too much, he will act them out in fletched out plans.
Other mind people are
Dream is PRETTY much the biggest mind person out there with Techno. He thinks through seeing his plans. Like said with how he plans everything through and being always ten steps ahead. His cockiness about his own mind thinking bring his plans to fall. He has a quick thinking pace and also a learn Strats in the moment he fights against his opponent. Which hello? This just screams of a mind, that manipulators take on.
GeorgeNotFound has a clear mindset. He doesn't care about others when its not close people to him, or just doesn't care at all. Hense for all that housebuilding to himself while Pogtopia fought against Manberg. He takes things he feels, makes him more powerful.
Purpled. He thinks through his money. He didn’t question the quest he got and cares about the profit. He has the job of assassin, which just screams of profit and not any heart emotions involved. As a Assassin, you aren't allowed to handle out of emotions. It gives you disadvantage when you show pity against your target.
Badboyhalo sees power now. With the eggplot, he changed from a heart person too a mind person. He sees from the egg a win and got that way manipulated. The egg, which I think possesses him (but thats just me and my crazy thinking mind) Let him make Mind decisions. With who would be good for the Eggpire and who would be dangerous.
Punz has the same way as Purpled. Thinking through the winning situation. He does things when it profits him. He sees a right payment and he will act out on that. Seeing that it is always payment to have him on your side. Or also, when the battle of the lake/tower happened, he choose the winning side, which was obviously Techno and Dream.
Jschlatt is a mind person, Mind you! He saw a way of getting power and he knows how to play it out (not thinking about the drinking part). He saw the threats of Wilbur and Tommy and made the mind decision of exiling them. He thinks of his own profit, without letting his emotions work out.
Tubbo is one of the cases where he has both ways! Surprise! He AINT a “UwU boy”, because he can make brash decisions but thinking in high situations quickly or logically. He makes nukes for gods sake! And with the logical way, he knows when its impossible to win, like when Tommy and him where in Dreams “Hall of Fame”. In Moments he WILL think positively or bring someones else happiness over himself. The discs and Dream Situation! He thinks about his friends and new home, but makes plans on how they can be safe through logic ways.
The people who think both ways
HBomb94 is in there too, because he is really cool. Okay? Good. And the funny thing is, he is kinda both. We saw him, before Doomsday, thinking about the logical way of the situation. In other, when he decided to go away, because he doesn't feel he belongs somewhere, he thinks with his heart, even though, other members respect him AND care about him
Awesamdude is here too because its seeable in the ways where he cares about others and still thinks with a plan. Seeing Tommy’s and Tubbo’s protection and his hotel with a heartfelt decision, as well as trying to help Tommy’s mental state, while still getting his own profit out of it logically, is pretty smart. Props to c!Awesamdude!
Ranboo. He makes decisions like following people first or not choosing sides which is big logically, but his emotions, like being loyal to those who have saved or helped him are heart felt. He doesn't choose sides because he knows that all the sides bring bad conflicts with them and still stays with others for them.
Fundy has both! The Fox can be very hurt or make rash decisions from his heart. But his mind also goes with it, like deciding that he actually liked a big part of Jschlatt’s Plan. He needs a bit of time to calm down of the emotional side, but when he is, he is one of the most clever people on the server, like a fox, you know. Okay, please end me-
Quackity has a more wavering state to heart, but making decisions like taking Jschlatt’s side by the elections and seeing his own profit out of it. After seeing Jschlatts wrong doings how so ever, he did what his heart told him to do and he joined the rebellion.
Ponk has both ways. If he sees profit, he will take the situation. A logical mind set. But also when both Tommy and Tubbo fighting Dream he came with the group to help them, giving Tommy a HUGE FUCKIN AMOUNT of DIAMOND BLOCKS, he makes them a grave out of hearts decision for the soon or already dead people and visits Awesamdude, since they are good friends.
Antfrost who actually has a way of thinking with both heart and mind. When he sees a win situation for him only, he will make it. The whole getting more land to themselves and also the eggplot. But he also makes decisions like letting Niki go when she was their hostage, because he feels it’s wrong.
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I want to hear who you feel relatable too- which character which way? Is it because you act the same, make the same decisions or just are often in the same place? Just comment here!
That’s where I think people will protect their favorite character. Yeah, there are many people who act like Tommy’s character or think like techno’s. Nobody is the same, that’s impossible.
So please don't attack other characters ways of thinking or handling, only if it is something so morally incorrect or wrong (MANIPULATING, KILLING, Hostage situation, total destruction)
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intoanothermind · 4 years ago
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Beauty Queen - Chapter 8
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B E A U T Y   Q U E E N
Synopsis: You are the Ice Princess of Narnia during the Long Winter. Your sister Jadis, the White Witch, hates that you’re always helping Narnians escape prision. She decides to hunt you down and you have to run away from the palace. What happens when you find the four humans lost in Narnia?
- Edmund Pevensie x reader
Masterlist
<Chapter 7 | Chapter 9>
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C H A P T E R   E I G H T
When everyone was asleep, Y/N got up slowly and silently. She left the makeshift camp just long enough not to wake any of them. She moved away a little among the trees and hid behind a bush. She spread her white dress around her, camouflaging it from the snow on the floor, and sighed. She had intended to do so since she handed the other part of the glass over to Edmund, but she wouldn’t know how to react to the possible questions he would ask. To say that she was Jadis' sister, to say that she was the Snow Witch. It was one thing to open the game with others, quite another to Edmund. And she didn’t even know why.
Y/N took her own piece of glass from the white fabric, and watched it closely. The surface was cold, blue and irregular like ice, allowing you to use spells. Both pieces were taken from the ice mirror she had in her palace room. She approached the glass to her lips and whispered the spell to her reflection. Then came the well-known image of the ice castle dungeons. In one of the cells was Edmund, with tousled hair and a scratched face. He was huddled in the corner, with a chain around his ankle. Y/N felt her heart tightening, but did everything to shake this feeling. At least for now. She then whispered a communication spell and the image became dark. With the spell activated, she saw only the literal reflection of the mirror - at the time, it was Edmund sweatshirt pocket.
“Edmund! Edmund!” She called.
Edmund shifted. He clearly heard a voice close to him. Did he really hear Y/N's voice or was that dungeon driving him insane? Perhaps neither option nor another, perhaps only longing and regret were creating illusions in your mind. But then he heard your name a second time. He frowned, suspicious. Until he finally realized where the sound of that melodious voice came from. From your pocket.
“Finally!” cried Y/N seeing the boy's face appearing in the reflection.
“Y/N? What is that?” asked Edmund, clutching the piece of glass where he saw Y/N reflex in obscurity that of a forest. Was this all a dream?
“A reflex and communication spell.” and she said hastily. “The piece of glass I gave you comes from the same one I have. They were taken from my ice mirror in my room in the palace.”
“Spell? Reflection? Palace? Y/N, what's going on?” He asked, scared. What was that after all? Who was that mysterious girl really?
“I don't have time to explain now, Eddie.” she told him, trying to escape the questions. Y/N didn't want to tell him who she was. She knew she would have to do it at some point, she just tried to put it off as long as she could. “Just hold on tight that we're going after Aslam.”
“Can Aslam really help with all this?” Edmund asked wistfully.
Y/N nodded firmly. “Aslam is our hope. I may not be a person worthy of being faithful to him, but I will do everything for the Narnian people. And I will fetch you from the hands of that poisonous snake that insists on hunting me!”
Y/N had spoken so firmly and imperative that Edmund unconsciously compared her with a queen - even if he didn’t know more than your name. She was firm, confident and majestic. But then he finally heard her words. She had spoken with such hatred and bitterness that he could almost be certain that it was much more personal.
“Do you know her?” he asked, and was sure when she looked away.
“That is not the case.” Y/N said firmly, praying that she hadn’t made it very clear in her eyes. “You must try to eat and stay strong. And please try not to say too much to her. Give only informations that will keep you alive, but no more than the necessary. As soon as she decides that you are disposable, you will have no chance.”
“How do you know all this?” Edmund asked, raising an eyebrow. He knew there was so much more to that girl than she let out .
“Just trust me, Eddie, please.” Y/N said almost pleading and smiled when he nodded. “Now try to eat something to save your energy.”
Edmund wanted to know why she was so concerned about his health. She looked almost desperate, and he noticed that it was atypical behaviour. He looked around his frozen cell, and found a tray. He took the bread from the tray and took a bite. He crumbled over his mouth, but it was better than nothing. He was very hungry. He choked on the bread and started or coughed.
Y/N started or really despaired when she saw it just by reflection. She wishes she could be there to help you, but if she went, she would be caught, for sure.
“See if you water still in the isn’t frozen!” she said, trying to remain calm.
He took the mug from the tray and saw that the liquid there was frozen. There was nothing to quench the thirst.
“If...” he heard a noise beside him. It came from the cell next to his. He looked and came across a tired and injured faun. “If you won't eat more...”
Edmund then took the bread he had left aside and dragged himself to the hole that was between the cells.
“I would get up, but...” said the faun, also crawling through the cell to get closer. “My legs...”
The man came closer and took the bread.
“Mr... Tumnus?” asked Edmund.
“What's left of him.” replied the faun, savouring the bread as far as possible.
“TUMNUS!” exclaimed Y/N, to see a friendly face.
The faun looked around for the sudden voice, and Edmund held out the glass of ice. And he was astonished to see that the faun was not even surprised by all that... Bizarrity.
“Oh, Y/N!” exclaim or the faun, with a tired expression becoming a little more cheerful and. “Always with the impressive antics!”
“I needed a way to communicate with Edmund and find out what my... What Jadis intends!” Y/N corrected herself quickly when she realized that she had almost slipped her relationship with the Witch in front of Edmund. She just prayed that he hadn't noticed. “Ah, I still haven’t forgotten you locking me in with that chair!”
“It seems that not even the ice was able to release that.” said the faun. But Edmund just got more confused. “How you get out of there?”
Y/N smiled sarcastically . “It was your cellmate, he was kind enough to get me out of there with his siblings.”
“Siblings?” asked Tumnus, a little confused, returning the glass to Edmund. The faun analysed him well and saw some physical similarities with someone he knew. “Your sister is Lucy Pevensie.” he stated.
“My name is Edmund.”
“Yes... You have the same nose.”
“Edmund...” Y/N was about to say when a noise was heard on the other side. She practically knew what it was. “Put this glass out of sight!”
She then undid the communication spell, while the boy's glass was put back in his pocket. And the vision became external again, as if seeing through a window.
They heard a noise outside the cells, like someone coming down to the dungeons. They saw the Witch opening the doors of Edmund's cell and the faun turned on his back, while Edmund crawled again near the tray.
"So..." said the Witch. “My police broke up the dike, you know?! Your little family was not found.”
Edmund was happy with that, but he couldn't let it show. The Witch then took him by the collar of her blouse, lifting him up on his fee.
“Where did they go?” she asked.
“I... I don't know” Edmund said, with difficult breathing.
“So you don't have any use anymore.” growled the Witch, playing it back to the tea it.
She raised her staff.
“Wait!” Edmund said, remembering Y/N's words. “The beaver said something about Aslam!”
The Witch lowered her staff, gaping.
“Aslam?” She asked. “Where?”
“I...”
“He is not from here, Your Majesty.” the faun intruded quickly. “He can't know anything.”
He was kicked by the dwarf that accompanies the Sorceress.
"I asked..." said the Witch, turning to Edmund again. “Where's Aslam?”
The faun looked pleadingly at the boy and he finally realized that he could not give the information he had. It would be the end of Narnia, the end of Aslam and worse: the end of his family and Y/N.
“I don't know.” he replied at last, preferring to lie. “I left before they said.”
The Witch looked at the faun, who bowed his head in thanks.
“I really wanted to see you!” said Edmund in a hurry.
“Guard!” cried the Witch.
“Yes, Your Majesty.” said a hoarse, gravelly voice. Soon afterwards, Edmund could see a hideous orc entering the cell.
“Free the faun!” ordered the Witch.
The orc tore the chains that bound Mr. Tumnus's hooves with an ax, while he whined and was dragged to the Witch' feet.
She turned to him and said.
“Do you know why you're here, faun?”
“Because I believe in a free nation.” He replied with difficulty, as swollen cheeks were a problem.
“You’re here...” she said and pointed the staff at Edmund. “because he handed you over. For sweets.”
The man looked at Edmund in amazement, who bowed his head, ashamed. The Witch lowered the staff and ordered the orc.
“Take him upstairs.” while the faun was dragged out, she turned to the dwarf. “Prepare my reindeer. Edmund misses his family.”
She turned and left the cell, leaving him there locked and alone. Or so they thought. As soon as he found himself alone there, he quickly picked up the piece of glass, seeing the girl there with a sad expression and almost in tears.
“Y/N, what do I do?” he asked, almost desperate.
Y/N had been thinking about it since she saw him coming out of the beaver dam. She would have tried, without a doubt, if I had not known that this was the destiny, that the ancient prophecy could not change. But now, nothing could stop her from trying.
“Now? You wait.” she said in a determined voice, as he stood with the glass still in hands.
“Wait?” Edmund asked, confused. “Wait to die?”
Y/N broke into an almost sadistic smile. “Wait for me. I'm already coming.”
And then she undid the spells and went to the camp to get her sword.
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ganda4ever · 4 years ago
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The Story He Wanted
She is now living on her own and she doesn’t need a man to get what she wants. As helpful as her dad, brothers, and friends would be; Analía Reneé Delgado de La Cruz was determined to build her door sign herself. After being recently hired as parental educator and case manager for teenage parents, Anie wanted to create a way for her families to know if it was okay to drop in and visit her; while they were in the building for other courses with a cute door sign she made herself. “You are strong. You are powerful. You are capable of making the impossible; your possibilities,” Anie repeats to herself as she sits in her Toyota Corolla in the late August heat of Los Angeles. These 3 simple, but most meaningful, sentences are what her grand-dad and abuelo have for her for the last 21 years of her life. 
As soon as she walks into Home Depot, Anie could feel her anxiety wash over her by all of the overwhelming sounds and insights in front of her. For years, her behavior therapist have always encouraged her to go out into the world and overcome her sensory issues; but today should not have been the day she thought she could handle it. Anie swallows forcefully and marches over to the wood section to ask an employee what types of materials she should buy. 
“It’s okay. Thanks for trying to help. Have a good day” Anie sights to herself as she repeats the same generic sentences to the 9th employee that said, “uhh...sorry I don’t really know. You could try asking so and so” as they point lazily toward another general white guy with an orange apron on. She puts her hand on her temples to soothe the anxiety and headache coming on. “You are strong. You are powerful. You are capable of making the impossible; your possibilities'' Anie repeats once again to herself. She looks around to see if she can find another employee, but this guy with short, slightly frizzy hair starts walking up to her. 
Anie tries to walk away as fast as possible but the young hottie catches her and says, “Hey, do you need help?” as his brown eyes catch the dim lighting in aisle 9 of this Home Depot. 
“Yea, I could use some help. Do you work here?” Anie says with the breath she didn’t realize she was holding in. 
“Haha!!” he booms out of his mouth a little louder than the average person. “No, I don’t; but they really should look into hiring me. May quit my day job for it” he says a little quieter and flashes you a full grin showcasing his pearly white teeth. 
Anie smiles at this kind and good looking stranger and says, “You know what they say, ‘don’t quit your day job,’” she says trying to be funny, and failing miserably at. “Well if you aren’t busy, I really could use some help. I have no clue what I’m doing,” she says, feeling as desperate as they came. “I’m Analía by the way” as she extends her hand to shake his. 
“Grayson, but you can call me Gray,” he says as he meets her hand. 
She shows him the picture and explains her vision, so they are able to work together. For 3 hours, they go up and down every aisle in the store picking out woods and screws. Every once in a while Anie catches herself staring at Grayson, no Gray, a little longer than she probably should. When she isn’t staring at him or trying to pick the right screw and hinge color, Anie is answering one of the many questions Gray has asked her. She tells him about her new job, starting graduate school in a week, and little details about herself. Normally, Anie would never respond in that fashion; especially after what happened with her ex. Anie always told herself, “no one cares. just smile, nod, and look pretty. that’s what you do.” But Gray has made her feel welcomed and safe. Every question he asks makes what she says the most important thing in the world. She tells herself , “he is just being nice. Maybe looking for a quick hook-up in the parking lot.”
 By the time Anie is able to convince herself Gray may just be a nice guy, they find themselves in the paint aisle. “Okay, if you go with this brand in any color; it shouldn’t fade or chip for a long time. That way you won’t need to come to this scary place for some time” Grayson says as he points to the BEHR selection on the swatch display. 
“Okay, perfect. Thank you so much for all of your help. Is there any way I could prepaid you? Seriously, I was ready to completely give up.” 
Grayson shakes his head no and says, “Nothing, really. Just knowing you got everything you need and that’s right; is all the payment I need. Also if you need a power drill you can rent one at customer services. It’s pretty cheap and probably a better option for a one time project.” 
“That’s great! Thanks again for all of your help.” Anie smiles at Gray, hoping it will show him she is interested in him; as he flashes a little grin to her. To not make it awkward Anie says, “well, I’m sure you came here for a reason and I think I could be here for hours; so thanks again. Have a nice day.” 
“Oh, yea. Yea. Of course, no problem. Have a good day and good luck with work and school,” he says with a little wave and a wink. And with that Anie watched him walk away. She frowns with the disappointment that she couldn’t get the courage to ask this beautiful man out. 
The Gods or her brain must have known Analie has been in this overwhelming situation for far too long and needs to get home; because she picked the 2 paint colors she needed in record time for someone that took 5 days just to pick a mattress. She grabs her paint for the employee after they mixed it and places it in the cart. As she is pushing her heavier load up to the front, she can’t tell where a line starts and where one ends. Analie puts herself into what she thought was an okay spot until she hears, “Sweetheart. You may be able to push pass all of the ugly girls in high school, but here you always go behind the men.” 
Analie starts to turn around when she realizes the man was talking to her; but then she hears in a harsher , but still very deep and sexy tone, a voice that memorized her all day says, “Dude. Calm the fuck down. She’s with me. Babe! Analie, I am over here. Did you get the paint we needed?” As Anie finishes her turn around she feels a strong, but still gentle, hand pulling her over to the check-out line to her left. 
“Oh. I am so sorry. Guess I didn’t see you sir. I’m so sorry again.” She turns to Gray and says, “Yea, I did. Only took 10 minutes after all.” She smiles at Gray as to say, “Thank you for saving me from the dick over there.” 
“Yea. Well ‘dude’, just keep your bitch in line and she won’t have any problems.” Anie can visibly see how upset Grayson is getting the more and more this man tries to speak and how he thinks it’s funny to verbally disrespect a woman in public. Anie thinks about her dad and brothers and tries to get in between this guy and Grayson to prevent a fight from breaking out; except Grayson just smiles and tells the guy, “Why don’t you just get in front of us and I’ll pay for your materials? Since being in line any longer is such a big deal for you.” 
The dick of a man, just stares at Grayson like he is seeing a ghost. When Grayson pushes you and your cart back to allow the man to get over, the man practically runs over. After the man is finished checking out and Grayson finishes paying. He starts to put your materials on the belt and mixes your things together. 
“Oh, no. You have done plenty for me. Seriously, I need to pay for our things.” Anie says as she tries to get passed Grayson to the card reader, but he bets her to it by sticking his credit card into the chip reader. He smiles as to tell her, “It’s okay. Please let me do this.” After the cashier puts all of Anie’s things back into her cart and Grayson grabs his bags, they start to walk out to their cars. Anie tried to think of a moment to thank Grayson for all of his help, but the silence feels so much better. As they reach the point where Anie needs to go one way and Gray takes the other, they both start trying to speak. Secretly both of them were hoping the other would give a sign of wanting to continue their day together, but it never happened. When they both start speaking at the same time, neither one understands the other. Grayson motions to Anie that she can talk first. She blushes and says, “I forgot about renting the drill. I’ll just go back in after loading my car. But thank you so much again for literally saving me.” She smiles at him, hoping he will get what she is putting off. 
“No problem whatsoever. But what if I can get your number, we can build it at my place. This way you know it will be done right and I have all of the tools needed.” Grayson is pulling out his phone so fast, Anie doesn’t can’t even remember where she put her phone. 
“I mean I would love that, because you can tell I struggle in the whole building aspect of life. But seriously only if you have some time, it can wait a minute before I really need it,” Anie says the whole time she is typing in her number and checking to make sure she spelt and wrote everything completely right; because it would be her luck to give him the wrong number by accident. 
Grayson looks at her and sees the way her blue eyes shimmer in the L.A. pink and purple sunset behind them. “Actually, I was just going to grab some dinner and then head home. My brother’s girlfriend is over, so I would be all alone for the rest of the night. Why don’t we load up your car, and you follow me over to my favorite restaurant and afterwards we build.” Anie had no idea what to say, she just nodded her head. Saying a prayer thanking God something finally worked out okay for her. 
“Yeah. That sounds really fun and a good way to spend our time. I mean building my sign, cause you know that has been my priority today,” Anie wants to run and hide by her cringy comment, but Grayson just laughs and agrees with her. Together they load up Anie’s car with everything she just bought and drives over to Grayson’s car. Before Grayson pulls out, Anie knows tonight is only going to end one of two ways: the biggest regret and mistake of her 21 years of life or she may have just found her eternal soulmate. Considering her previous relationship, Anie is really hoping for the latter to happen tonight. She could use a good gentleman in her life; and the possibility of this god of a man as her husband, doesn’t sound too bad.
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okimargarvez · 5 years ago
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For Elizabeth
SPOILER for 15x4, Saturday
@myrxellabaratheon @veronicafiore88 @beebotswift 
Ok, here it’s 5.00 a.m. and I don’t know if I can write in a correct language... so, forgive, please. I’ll fix this, and I’ll later write a more accurate analys of all the episode. Because I LOVE it! Really.
Love all the scenes.
I’ll try to do a recap.
-The Simmons, Kristy, who, while she is giving birth, screams to Matt “you chosen RED!”. Poor Matt. And Rossi, the book about the Simmons stories. 
-Emily and that guy, and Tara saying to her “you own me so many cocktails”. I’m screaming. And when he says “CIA!”. I can’t. Emily screaming “SEVEN!”. Really, I can’t.
-Spencer and Max. Okay, they are going (they are already) to be my second favorite ship of CM. The chemistry is palpable, The look they exchanged on the bench. She teases him. I don’t remember but... no woman does this with him (okay, except for JJ, but this is a story already told, it’s not?). “Good. Find me”. His niece. And her sister, that tried to set her up. I have screamed so loud that I almost make my parents woken up.  And, at the hospital, JJ. Let me say this: JJ did the right thing. She wasn’t selfish, like a certain “someone” who still wants to be THE someone. She loves him but wants to see him happy. Good! Healty relationship.
-Garvez. Luke existed just for her. Tell me it’s not so. We have 4 main scenes and anothers smaller. I’ll analyse all tomorrow (here yet today) later, I promise. I just say what comes to my mind, without follow a rational order. The way she chosen him to go with her at Elizabeth’ apartment, and the way he reacts. Pff, Luke, do you really think we can buy it? Your annoyng is so stupid. You said that you are the dinamic duo, do you forge that? I don’t. “I’m not going anywhere”. Stupid man. At the apartment. I love how this scene was editing, really. He was right, they worked perfect together. Just a coincidence that this is the second time we see in the last 4 years Pen on the field and she is always with him? Yeah, sure. With Elizabeth. I know that he was thinking just about her (Pen), more than about the victim. He is still amazed of her generosity, the way she puts always herself for other people. And then, she looked at him before went out.  After a while we see Pen that is having almost a crisis. Luke arrives. And he shows his worried from the beginning. He has understood that there is something else. Yeah, she takes everything personal, but not in this way. He was right. She just needs someone to talk to. Finally he is THE someone. And she tells him everything. You see that? Luke is not just worried, he is angry, full of rage for that asshole who is threatening her. Russia? No problem, he has he contacts. And, I was right. He said that sentence to her. He can’t be angry with her, but maybe with some parts of her character... yes. Because this makes her in danger. And he can’t bear it. Oh, almost forgot: he touches her arm, And what about his soft voice? He used it everytime he sees her crying. And you notice the movements Luke does with his lips, when she says that she wasn’t able to find Andrei? I do. At the hospital. She thanks him for help Elizabeth. He is just “do you really believe I did it for her? I did it for you, like with Shaw. I did all for you”. But she can’t say “thank you for listen my fears etc”, because this is too personal. She is so in love. Until the end of S12 I think Luke was the more taken, but now they are equal. And he didn’t say that name, or I’m wrong? And he makes another declaration. The mean is the same: I’m here for you. For your tears and for your fears. I made a rhyme. This time, though, she says yes. She says “Deal”. Hope they will not leave us in this way. Hope Andrei will appear before this show ends.
Oh, and I was right: it’s a girl.
THANK YOU Ed Bernero for being there.
Bonus: I want a double date between garvez and maxcer.
Analysis of garvez scenes
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