#they are camped inside my brain rn

[pranpats]

so…

sunsongsa → bucktommmy

[melis-hellis]

i might watch inside out 2 again on a camrip that was a shockingly amazing movie

[thebluester2020]

[GI] Kinktober Day 10: "Exhibitionism"

Summary: After your stunt with Tartaglia, you are forced to deal with the repercussions of Capitano's not-so-well-hidden jealousy.

Warning(s): Reader is fucked in front of an audience, Dub-Con, Degradation, (Probably a whole slew of other warnings that I can’t think of rn).

Side Note(s): Okay so—I switched it up last minute to exhibitionism because I realized that I get confused easily between that and voyeurism (+ I have more of a love for exhibitionism anyway).

Also, this is kinda an unofficial pt. 2 to the "Sharing" fic I posted? I mostly kept to the same "storyline"(?) because it was easier on the brain for me.

Your relationship with Capitano has been in a...weird spot, to the least, ever since that day between yourself, Tartaglia, and Capitano.

At the end of it all, the men didn't even get what they had originally wanted. You were far too fucked-dumb to even decipher who was who, much less come up with enough letters capable of yelling out a name. But, for the sake of being tired himself, Tartaglia had admitted "defeat" and carried on his merry way! Eventually, he left Capitano's war band and continued on his own personal mission, leaving you behind and working for Capitano permanently like you were originally supposed to.

But it's been awkward.

Capitano was curt with you, only speaking to you when he needed to. If you were caught taking a moment to relax, you began to pray that Capitano wouldn't happen upon you, he'd only immediately order you to get back to work!

No longer did he greet you warmly and no longer did he seem to care about your well-being. When the entire war party moved, he no longer expected you to be by his side, nor did he constantly check to see if you were! You could've been at the very back of the party and he wouldn't have given a single damn.

You had a mind to call your boss out on his behavior, pull him aside, and ask what the issue was and...whether or not there was still something between you both.

Although, you already had a mind to think that any feelings that may have started to blossom had long since been crushed underneath heel and foot.

Until today that is, when you were in your tent and finishing up some reports.

. . .

You quickly rose to your feet when Capitano suddenly entered your tent, bowing your head as you murmured a respectful 'Lord Capitano' in greeting.

He responded with a gruff noise of acknowledgment. "There will be a feast held tonight," Capitano said.

Your brow cocked, a feast? You hadn't heard anything relating to a feast at all. "Our efforts and missions have been going smoothly, I figured it's overdue to reward everyone in this camp. Even you." You bit the inside of your cheek at the cold way he addressed you. Had you known that accepting Tartaglia's offer—that rogue ginger-headed charmer—would lead to such an awkward tension between you and Capitano, you would've never allowed Tartaglia to trick you!

"...That's...that's kind of you." You said before sighing.

He nodded his head before turning to leave, prompting you to quickly stop him. "M-My Lord," You started off. "About that day...are you still—"

"I'll be taking my leave,"

"Lord Capitano!" You said more firmly this time, walking around your desk and beginning to close the distance between the two of you. "You can't continue to avoid me, n-not to mention treat me as I—" You stopped in your tracks when the first harbinger turned his head to look at you. And although you couldn't see his eyes, nor his expression behind that dark mask...the danger that oozed off of him. It made you audibly gulp as you took a few steps back.

You bowed your head in silent apology. "...You will come to my tent before the feast officially begins." Then, he walked out. A cold bead of sweat dripped down your neck at the vague order. Either it would be nothing aside from more work, Capitano deciding to kill you, or...hopefully, he'd finally get over his attitude and talk to you.

You couldn't stand how things were at the moment.

So, when the time finally arrived and the feast was ten minutes away from the beginning. You found yourself in Capitano's tent, your hands resting neatly in front of you as you stood at the entrance of his lavish tent. "My Lord, the feast will begin soon." You gently reminded him. "Shall I alert the soldiers of anything before it begins?" You continued.

You didn't receive a response until Capitano emerged from the covered part of his tent, adorned in the usual attire he wore when he appeared during important Fatui functions or battles. "No," He answered. "Simply follow me." Your brow rose as he walked past you, but nonetheless, you dutifully followed after him outside and back into the steadily warming air thanks to the bonfire that had just been set up.

As the soldiers began to gather, however, Capitano clearing his throat before he broke out into an, admittedly, very admirable speech as he thanked and showed gratitude towards his soldiers. Certain things started to stand out to you as your eyes washed over the crowd. Such as...the doctors and nurses of the camp weren't present, surely they deserved some praise and appreciation too? Too many times have soldiers or even your boss himself had come into the camp injured from head to toe! They'd quickly patch them up and almost seem to perform magic, you've heard soldiers state that one doctor in particular was good at numbing the pain!

There were none of the cooks, blacksmiths or even the younger soldiers that were fresh into the party, tasked to simply stand aside and watch.

All this boiled down to this "feast" being composed of nothing more than the more experienced soldiers, simply leaving you with a number ranging around the hundreds.

As pieces started to merge together although...a heavy hand placed itself on your shoulder, and then, you tuned back into the conversation. "...You will all bear witness as to my secretary learning who she truly belongs to, hopefully with an audience, she will learn not to be so easy for others."

What had just happened?

. . .

"Apologize." Capitano gruffly ordered you as the loud sound of your squelching cunt echoed through the camp. Not even the whistling winds could muffle your desperate panting as Capitano fingered your soaked cunt, taking special care to not knick you with his claws. "Apologize for being such a desperate whore..." He hissed out, loud enough for everyone to hear. "...for being so easy to fuck, not even having the courtesy to quiet yourself down despite being in a camp full of my soldiers."

Your cheeks burned with shame as you could feel hundreds of eyes on you. You didn't know whether you wanted the soldiers to be disgusted at the sight and turn away or if...you preferred this in a sick way, although there were some women amongst the crowd, the heavy sound of panting amongst the men made you clench around nothing, your slick beginning to drip and run down from your cunt and onto Capitano's lap.

Something that the ever-vigilant Captain didn't miss.

"You shameless whore." He snarled in your ear, your body shuddering at the feeling of his sharp teeth grazing the skin on your ear. "You're getting even wetter at being watched?" The harbinger nearly had a mind to laugh at how your legs twitched, as if you wanted to curl into yourself at his cruel words. He almost allowed himself to feel bad, until he smelled how your arousal grew at his words.

Oh...so you liked this.

Well...that explained everything.

Slowly, he took his fingers away from your cunt, a string of arousal still connecting him to you as he brought them up to his face. "So that's why you fucked my fellow harbinger." He sneered, opening and closing his index and middle finger, playing with your slick.

"H-Huh?" You moaned, both in disappointment and confusion. Despite the cold, your body burned with desire, one that grew more potent by the passing second as you felt Capitano's obvious hard-on behind you. You were grateful for your tears blurring your vision, for as Capitano continued to let you sit in his lap exposed to his soldiers, you at least could fool yourself into thinking that no one was paying attention.

But only for so long.

A scream tore from you as the Captain's fingers returned to your sex, his fingers dipping into your pussy before they had quickly found your g-spot whilst his other hand wrapped around your torso to begin flicking rapidly at your clit. All the air in your lungs were nearly knocked out of you at the rate of how quickly you were approaching your climax, your hands fruitlessly clawing at Capitano's forearms as drool started to dribble from the side of your mouth, your eyes starting to roll into the back of your skull.

"C-Captain..." You moaned. "O-Oh Archons...!" You keened.

He didn't relent. "Take it," He ordered as if he were ordering a soldier. "Considering you've taken me and Tartaglia at the same time...you should be used to the pleasure." He chuckled gruffly.

He tightened his hold on you as you squirmed. "Slut," He spat. "Quit squirming."

It was only when Capitano suddenly bit down on your shoulder were you pushed off the edge, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your body stilled and your vision turned completely white. For a long while, you drifted on that cloud of sheer bliss...until you were brought back down by the feeling of something hard slapping against your cunt, snapping you back to reality before you were face to face with the harbinger's cock.

Starting off at a lighter color at the base before turning into a dark purple towards the middle and upwards at the tip. You shuddered when you remembered that Capitano's cock was inside of you...not even a whole two weeks prior! The ridges along his dick were intimidating, especially with the way it twitched and oozed pre-cum.

You gasped when he parted your cunt wider with his fingers. "If you won't apologize with your mouth..." He started off before he lifted you a little, as easily as he would carry a sack of flour before the tip of his cock pressed against your opening. "...Maybe you'll be more apologetic with your pussy."

. . .

Capitano didn't waste any time to wrap a hand around your mouth, although, the sheer size of his hand nearly engulfed your entire face. As he pressed you impossibly closer to him, he made sure to get really close to your ear as he spoke to you. "Make sure to look my soldiers in the eye as you apologize to me with this cunt of yours." He said before he slowly pushed himself into you.

Immediately, you broke his command, your eyes threatening to roll into the back of your head. Something that Capitano quickly corrected with his free hand slapping the side of your thigh. "Look at them." He reminded you. As more of his dick sunk into you, your eyes blurry and struggling to focus as you looked at the soldiers before you. You accidentally made eye contact with one of them, all before...your eyes glimpsed at his noticeably hard cock.

In fact, you noticed how all of them were hard.

Your cunt clenched tighter around your boss' dick at that realization. "Fuck—" He whispered. "You must've noticed, hm? How they all yearn to fuck you? My secretary." He continued.

When your pussy twitched at his words, he lightly pinched your side in punishment. "Greedy pussy...still eager to take more cock despite having me inside of you?" A muffled yelp resounded against the harbinger's hand when the rest of the Captain's dick was suddenly pushed into you. More moans followed suit as his fat tip began to poke and prod at your sweet spot, deep inside of you. "Don't worry, I'll curb your greediness soon." He whispered, the sheer possessiveness in his deep voice making goosebumps pop up all over your skin and down your spine.

More than you cared to realize, you loved when your boss was possessive over you. And that love only grew more when he started to move, his balls slapping against your skin as he took up a brutal pace almost immediately. You tried your best to keep your moans quiet when he suddenly released his grip over your mouth for it to take up stationing itself on your waist, aiding in pulling you down faster and harder against his pelvis. But it was so fucking hard to be quiet when he was fucking you like he was afraid of loosing you. As if you'd be gone the second this was all done.

"C-Captain..." You groaned. "F-Feels so good...!" You continued to cry out, blissful tears running down your face as you lost yourself in the feeling of his cock. Delicious sparks ran up and down your spine at the feeling of the ridges alongside his cock rubbing against your walls, your arms coming to loop themselves around the back of the Captain's neck as his groans started to become more and more audible.

His cock was touching all the right spots inside of you, making you see stars behind your eyes. "Fuck—" He snarled. "Archons...your cunt is squeezing me so tightly." He groaned, his head coming to bury itself in the crook of your head before he whispered more words you were too cock-drunk to decipher. You whined when he sped up the pace of his thrusts against you, your cock-drunk babbles turning from moaning to pleading for him to go easier on you, much to the harbinger's amusement. "Too much?" He mocked, faking sympathy as he fucked you harder in turn. "That's too bad. You wanted this, so you're going to fucking take it." He growled.

He was suffocating you in the best way possible as each time his cock slid into you, it practically punched the air from your lungs, the scent of sex in the air making it feel like it was hard to breathe. But you loved it. You assume that's why your second orgasm snuck upon you so suddenly, the presence of people watching your boss fuck you silly on his lap...the degrading words he whispered into your ear in combination to the pleasure. It was all making your mind spin. "You're fucking tightening up on me..." Capitano grit his teeth together, his claws beginning to dig into your skin.

"Gonna cum?" He asked before he kissed the side of your neck, lightly nipping it as he felt his orgasm begin to approach as well. "Cum all over my cock then." He cooed, the feeling of his twitching dick battering against your cervix making you let out a few more strangled moans before you froze again him with a loud cry.

"Fuck...fuckfuckfuckfuck." He groaned, fucking you through your orgasm for a few more thrusts until he stilled against your still twitching pussy with a loud hiss of his own. You moaned softly as you struggled to come down from being dicked down, a dopey grin plastering itself onto your face as you looked behind you with both a happy expression and a shy one.

The harbinger, although dazed and hidden behind his mask, smirked confidently, the way he moved to run his fingers through your hair shockingly gentle.

He doubted you would want to go and find someone else to fuck after tonight.

[reorientation]

zyn anon. sorry to spam your dms, i just have some updates i can't really share elsewhere lmao. only one of my irls know im fucking this boy but she doesn't know it was for nicotine pouches lmao

im not even "exchanging" my "services" for zyns anymore. i didn't like them at all, but id still occasionally ask for a tin or two here and there. to not let it get to his head ☺️. a month and a half later im just doing it for free 😒 he makes jokes now that im not even fucking him for product. and jokes that he got me addicted to him instead. so you were right about me becoming a budding addict for a straight mans cock.

we never had a convo about us being official, but he made it clear early on that he wants to be the only guy fucking me rn. i asked if he sleeps around with other girls, and he said he doesnt need to when im so eager for him. :/. he calls me his girlfriend in front of his roommate and gamer friends, too. but not to people we know mutually.

he's also a lot more affectionate now. we've been on an actual date, it was surprisingly romantic and really sweet, and not just me blowing him in his car. though I did after but that's not the point.

i pretty much dress exclusively femininely outside of our programs unisex uniform, i used run errands in boymode but im not even doing that anymore. i have a chosen name that can be shortened into something kinda feminine sounding so he just calls me that. even in front of classmates who dont know i have a pussy, and one that hes been inside of. and the "nickname" is catching on with our classmates too lol.

z anon. forgot to include the update. sorry, i ramble a lot.

i skipped my last two T shots ☺️ im still waiting on my iud appointment in a few weeks. unfortunately this also means i havent really been letting him inside me as often, since im still really scared of pregnancy especially this early on in this weird situation. i am blowing him a lot though lol. it's a win win for me since being on my knees for him with his cock down my throat is so damn hot, especially when he's kinda fucking my face and pulls my hair during it. but fuck its probably been at least a week since his cocks been in me and i miss it. a lot lol. hes so manly and strong, i miss how feminine i feel when im under him. his body would just inadvertently pin me in place, im painfully aware of how small and feminine i am in comparison to him. how truly heterosexual it all is.

but i cannot trust myself bro like i know even if i insist on him using a condom ill end up asking for him to take it off. if he doesnt outright refuse. and like it's so difficult because that turns me on more. i know ill end up having his dick in me sometime before I get my iud, i just gotta be responsible and power through the demons.

im still dysphoric through this situation, especially since stopping T and the fear of like. the few times hes cum in me before havimg a little more serious consequences. despite taking plan b after each time. but the horny part of my brain has never been happier. whenever i feel like backing out, i send him nudes or text him smth risky just for extra self encouragement. but he's on a camping vacation thing rn with his family, and the service is shit and i miss him 🥺 even outside of sex.

like I want to become his girlfriend, truly. and that would have me become a girl for him. which basically means becoming a girl fulltime. i guess that would actually just be going back to being a girl. all for a straight boy 🤦🏻

its hugely dysphoric but kinda nice, like a part of me hates how he's so much bigger and way more masculine than me without any effort, even outside of us having heterosexual sex. i get so dysphoric that he's taller, bigger, way stronger and just so clearly male. but apparently, i enjoy being a girl for him more than i hate it.

(Previously)

You know, Anon, this is awfully romantic.

I mean, listen to yourself. You got into this as a whore, offering to suck his dick for discounted nicotine pouches, but now you're pining over him, and wanting to be a proper girl so that you can be his girlfriend. You're definitely still a whore, but you're a whore with a heart of gold.

Not a smart whore, though. So scared of pregnancy, but you stopped your T before getting on real birth control, knowing that you can't stop yourself from begging for his bare cock. You're so desperate to be a good girl for him that you're consciously ramping up the risk of having his baby, just so that you can return to full femininity a little sooner.

You know, I got this anon after your last ask:

They're not quite right, in that this first update doesn't include a pregnancy announcement. But it's been a bit since you sent me this, and reading what you sent me, it's not hard to imagine you having already gotten started on the path to being a cute little baby mama to your straight boyfriend.

But even if you haven't... You're never going to be able to forget what this was like, will you? Losing your virginity to a straight man, and so easily losing your identity with it. Being pinned down by him with your legs spread and his bare cock in your pussy. The simple force of a man on top of you, and how simple it was to slip back into womanhood and welcome him in.

[hogans-heroes]

can i ask about the learning curve wip? maybe get a snippet? 😊

Of course! My most beloved wip rn, my chaptered Alex pov. I made a descriptive post about it here and posted a snippet here! (with mini visuals). But I'll give you another longer snippit because I love you and your writing! (Also, as much as I love this fic I've been getting stuck with it lately so am writing other stuff atm. Will get back to it very soon).

Alex’s dad was a psychologist, and boy would he have a field day at Stalag Luft III.

He could practically hear his father’s voice in his head as he watched the guys mill around the camp compound, narrating their actions and picking them apart to gently expose what was inside, for their own good, to study them like wild creatures who in extreme circumstances often reverted back to cavemen, to more raw forms of behavior.

He can’t use his words, his dad would say. Because at some point he tried and tried and tried, and they never worked. “To hell with this,” the brain says, “we’re gonna go back to the basics,” and that’s usually physical expression.

There’s really only two core emotions at the heart of a human. If you keep peeling at the bottom of every action and reaction, every visible emotion, you’ll find either love, or fear. And they’re usually connected. That’s all humans are really made of.

So his dad might have gotten a little philosophical too. At least it gave Alex more thoughts to keep himself busy and not go crazy locked up. It was fun in a way, collecting bits of information and arranging them like a child would blocks. That Bachelor of Science degree in Chemistry and Biology he had earned before the war wouldn’t do him much good if it didn’t at least help keep him alive for the duration. The camp was only a new study he could apply the scientific method to.

So far it had been going well, and every piece fit together in its place. The one thing Alex could not grasp however, that was driving him crazy, was the two majors from the 100th.

Egan and Cleven? Buck and Bucky? John and Gale? Alex wasn't sure what combination of names he should be using or even who was who most of the time, but the names always went together. Not a single person Alex had encountered had ever used the names separately. The way prisoners talked about them, anyone would have thought they were some dual-soul deity the stalag had built a religion around, yet since Alex had been assigned to their barrack room all his careful study of them had only resulted with a handful of pieces that didn’t fit together. Major Gale Cleven “Call me Buck,” with eyes that could pierce your soul like an x-ray and “just” John Egan. Buck, whose impossible gentleness was at odds with his rock-wall presence at the front of his men, and Egan, who treated Alex like a disease though it didn’t seem to be for the usual reasons, he treated everyone that way, walked around with volcanic ash trailing from cracks that Alex wondered if only he could see. What pieces Alex had gathered of the two of them wasn’t the same as what he was hearing from the 100th. The supposed yin-and-yang duo vacillated like a metronome between hostile and devoted and it drove Alex insane.

Pain shot up his leg and he caught himself on Daniels’ outstretched arm, jerking him back to his body moving one foot in front of the other and two comrades beside him, having lost count how many times they had circumnavigated the camp. They were passing their own hut again and this time Buck was sitting on the steps with his nose in a book, his messy hair fallen over his forehead and long fingers clenching the worn cover with more force necessary for a book on native plants of Ireland (Alex had read it the week before). He remained laser focused on the page with a furrow in his brow, scars on his cheeks contrasting sharply with the soft angles of his face, and Alex jumped when Macon knocked him on the arm. 

“Pay attention man,” Macon quipped. “We’re still on for our escape, the last thing we need is for you to adopt some sad-eyed White boy.”

Alex wasn’t sure if he should be insulted, but frowned anyway. “Buck’s my friend,” he retorted. 

“Oh it’s Buck now? That’s a fuckin’ major, man. A squadron commander with more flight hours than actual goddamn birds and you’re calling that Buck?”

“Just don't get too attached,” Daniels interjected. “The less people we trust here the better.”

The image of Buck sitting in the library with his chin on his knees, gentle blue eyes giving undivided attention as Alex explained some fighter plane or science subject made his stomach twist at the suggestion of not trusting him, or even worse, leaving him behind. Alex had spent most of his life being teased for being too soft, too kind, too trusting. He’d gotten himself in a bad spot several times because of that too, so he probably should be more careful, but sue him, he was tired and aching inside and Buck had actually listened. 

[stranger-rants]

my apologies for the incoming essay, I just think Billy needs more love 🥹

rn im just thinking about Billy sleeping in the Camaro for a few nights after a really bad fight with Neil, except he doesn’t wanna be in the driveway in case Neil decides it’s baseball bat window smashing time, so he parks in the nearest convenience store parking lot and sets up camp for the rainy night with a microwave burrito and a pack of cigarettes. Then he gets thirsty, so he goes to get himself some water, jogging through the rain, but he hears a little squeak, eerily alive, and slips around the back of the store to check it out. It’s a box of puppies, he’s not sure what kind, but they’re all wriggly and crammed inside and crying because they’re alone and cold and sad :( and Billy does NOT want to think about the parallel between them, abandoned by their families and left to cry in the rain, but he can’t just leave the puppies there, either, the rain is starting to soak through their box and they’ll be shivering all night.

So what does Billy ‘I Break Things’ Hargrove do? He picks up the box, hoists it up and lugs it through the rain, right to his car. He’s incredibly lucky to find an old painting tarp shoved under the seat, something he uses to cover it up whenever he parks in the garage because someone has a habit of ‘accidentally’ scratching it. He wraps the soggy box up in the tarp and plops right down into the drivers’ seat with the puppies in his lap, water long forgotten. He cranks up the heat, peering nervously into the box because as little hesitation as he’d had for helping the little things, he’s not very experienced with animals. Neil has definitely never let anything with paws into that house and he was scared of the neighbor’s dog growing up, probably bc it was a big muscly breed and he was just a little kid. He doesn’t really know how to act around animals or interact with them so he just sort of pokes at one of the puppies, one on top of the dog pile that’s looking at him with big shiny eyes. He aims for a head scratch but the puppy’s squirmy, and chomps right down on Billy’s finger. He’s scared for a millisecond, but he realizes the bite doesn’t hurt, and the puppy’s just playing with him. He breaks away with a little breathy chuckle and scratches the puppy behind the ears and the poor little thing just melts, so touch deprived and sad :( maybe he picks the puppy up, testing its weight in his palms, and just marveling at how teeny tiny the little guy is.

He probably is too busy Experiencing his first puppy cuddle to realize the pup is leaning towards his face, and he’s pretty sure his brain rewires when the sweet little puppy licks his nose. He just.. doesn’t get love from anyone. Anyone, people, animals, fuck, the plant he’d tried desperately to keep alive for a few days died miserably like it was taunting him. His first instinct is probably ew, like omg gross there’s spit on my face lol but he looks down at the puppy in mild disgust and sees those big shiny eyes again and he just.. can’t be mad. He’s so entranced with the pup he’s holding that he’s not really paying attention to all the other little ones jumping at the side of the box but a nip to his hand makes him look down, and he’s greeted with a big bunch of other squirmy, yappy puppies, all as sweet as the one he’s cradling. He definitely hand feeds them little chunks of his food, and he tries very hard not to freak out and yell at them when they gnaw all over him like a chew toy and almost rip his jacket. They’re very eager to climb out of the box but he is not ready for wriggly little puppies loose in his car so he manages to contain them until they’re all snoozing, one of them fell asleep with it’s little puppy paws braced against his chest, standing up against the side of the box. He falls asleep right there, sitting up in his driver’s seat with this box of puppies sitting in his lap. He probably wakes up the next morning to a lot of sweet puppy kisses, and he drives around town and the other surrounding areas specifically hunting for a safe, no-kill shelter bc he knows he can’t keep any of them. And if he starts disappearing more, taking more and more frequent trips outside of town? It’s to visit the little puppies, volunteer at the shelter just to hang out with them and make sure they’re doing okay 🥹

Aww 💜

Billy deserves all the puppy cuddles.

[userlando]

Uhhh holidays with bsf! Lando are on my brain 24/7 rn!!

Cosy cabin/lodge with board games and films and getting all cosy together omg falling asleep together and waking up to him half hard against the back of your legs. Maybe there’s a hot tub and he really REALLY notices you for the first time in a bikini and falters a LOT when you’re trying to have a really deep open conversation under the stars

Summer nights in Britain with his family having bbqs and mingling but always finding your way back to eachother and being the last two standing at the end of the night when ofc he’ll bring you one of his hoodies when the air gets chilly or is it him grazing your collarbones as he dresses you that gives you goosebumps? His parents and family all bro g inside cooing at the two of you together

Being away somewhere hot and sunny and him making sure you’re staying hydrated, planning an itinerary he knows you’ll love with unique local spots and food. Pool days with him pestering you for sun screen and glaring at anyone who dares look at you for too long. Him putting aloe on you and his hands just lingering for too long, maybe applying nice form pressure which makes you groan a bit much for him to keep his cool

A yacht party with loads of the quadrant team where max f is fully trying to see how much he can try it on with you before Lando just snaps, baiting him to finally confess, ur instead ends up stepping between you both, clearing his throat and maybe gets into a heated discussion where you blow up at him for sabotaging any attention you ever get and make a point that you’re all responsible adults

Maybe a really cute unique air bnb that’s meaningful for you guys or a camping trip where he take you to apologise for how he’d acted and maybe ends up accidentally confessing how he’s been feeling for more or less the whole friendship

Im so glad this is a safe space for the pining and angst that tortures my brain

I LOVE EVERYTHINGGGF ABOUT THIS!! are you fucking kidding me, this is everything I want in life and more 😭 the way I read the first paragraph, gasped, read the second one, gasped even louder and it went on like that until the last one. you’re so talented at writing and this had me in my feels!! lordddd have mercy

[sapwine-and-starcharts]

I make playlists for like all my ocs using songs that relate to either their story or their personality and one song on Mylo's keeps popping into my mind and if the year ends and i haven't done at least a sketched comic to it put me down /hj

Like I even have an INCREDIBLY barebones script written for it that just needs me to panel out and sync to the music.

But art block has me in a chokehold!!!! Plus i have an even bigger non Outer Wilds project I'm taking a small break from that I'm hoping to return to soon.

Even still, the Nomai parts make me almost cry whenever i think of them!! Specifically the interloper Nomai's part (bless them for i have forgotten their names. I was never good with retaining the info about the Nomai) and Solanum's part.

Below is the script if you're interested. If any of it inspires you, go ahead and play with it!

All I ask is that you tag me in it cause I am desperate to see something done with it.

SAD MACHINE - PORTER ROBINSON

AN OUTERWILDS ANIMATIC IDEA

Is anyone there? (Blinking open eyes)

Oh... (focus on the orbital probe)

Hi

(camera tilts to reveal Slate at the fire)

Who survived? Somebody new? Anyone else but you?

(Touching the statue at the museum, zoom in through its eye)

On a lonely night was a blinding light A hundred leaders would be borne of you

(A drift through space, surprised by the supernova)

And though I know, since you've awakened her again She depends on you, she depends on you

(The statue workshop, sitting with Gabbro, being held by Gabbro)

She'll go alone, and never speak of this again We depend on you, we depend on you

(The Hanging City, Sitting with Riebeck, leaning against Riebeck)

And though I know, since you've awakened her again She depends on you, she depends on you

(The sunless city, sitting with Chert, holding Chert)

She'll go alone, and never speak of this again We depend on you, we depend (I'll depend) on you

(Feldspar’s camp, sitting with Feldspar, Roasting Mallows with Feldspar)

I don't know much about your life beyond these walls The fleeting sense of love within these God-forsaken halls

(The Interloper, the Crystal Nomai, the Floating Nomai)

And I can hear it in his voice, in every call; "This girl who's slept a hundred years has something after all"

(The Quantum moon, Solanum’s corpse, Solanum at the 6th location)

And though I know, since you've awakened her again She depends on you, she depends on you

(The museum, standing in the doorway, hugging Hornfels goodbye)

I'll go alone, and never speak of you again We depend on you, we depend on you

(The Ash Twin, Inside the Ash Twin Project, holding the core)

And though I know since you've awakened her again She depends on you, she depends on you

(The vessel, The mass grave, The coordinates)

She'll go alone, and never speak of this again We depend on you, we depend on you

(The Eye, looking back where they came, jumping in)

And though I know, since you've awakened her again She depends on you, she depends on you

(The Eye!Museum, The empty campfire, All of the ghost Hearthians behind them)

She'll go alone, and never speak of this again We depend on you, we depend (I'll depend) on you

(Each of the instruments, Solanum, The Prisoner)

Play

(A single tear rolls down their cheek, follow the fire up to the credits)

And that's the whole thing so far. Again, very bare bones, there's ALOT of empty instrumental space, and most of the camera angles and such are only in my brain rn but hhhh...

If you're interested in the rest of Mylo's Playlist click HERE. It's pretty much just as sad as this and is highly unfinished but I wanna keep working on it once my brain is better lmao

[vulpixhoney]

I'm definitely just yelling into the void but I'm sharing my Luke Castellan playlist (again) and analyzing some of my songs choices because I have. brain worms. about these books. so character study with music

I have like 8+ hours of song in this playlist bc I've been adding to it for years so here are some highlights I'm thinking about rn

1. would've could've should've - Taylor Swift

but like. it's for him and Kronos you know. "And I damn sure never would've danced with the devil. At nineteen" literally dancing with the devil at 19. Kronos has been manipulating Luke since he was 17, taking his anger at the gods and twisting it into something that Kronos could use and abuse. And I think (imo) that even before TLO when Luke sacrifices himself he starts to regret joining Kronos but is so far in it now he can't turn back. Like he was a kid, he was seventeen. And even after that he's still young. He dies at 23/24, I'm 23 right now and I can't imagine getting literally possessed and having to kill yourself bc you got manipulated at a young age and made terrible choices. also "If you never touched me, I would’ve. Gone along with the righteous" if Kronos didn't reach out to him and one of his worst moments this wouldn't have happened. Yes Luke was angry and vengeful and burning with rage for the gods but he wouldn't have gotten that far without Kronos

2. sanity - paramore

him and his descent/fall from grace, but also his relationship with Hermes and the rest of the gods. "If I fall on my knees, I hear you laughing. If I call out your name, you don't come" taking this for his relationship with the gods/Hermes: the first line is like, when he fails his quest and has to go confront them and feels like they're looking at him with pity. And they gave him a nothing quest too, it was something that had already been done by Heracles, he's being given this quest just for the sake of quest-giving, it's nothing. And then he fails, and feels like he's being mocked, mocked by the people he just wants to notice him. And then the second line shows how absent the gods are in their children's lives. When Luke confronts Hermes at 14/15 when on the run he gets mad because he would pray and call for Hermes to help him during his mom's episodes. He was a little boy calling out for help, for the something the gods caused. And it was crickets. Hermes never came, never showed, never helped him. He was just left there alone. And then also at camp, Luke was counselor of the Hermes cabin, where all the unclaimed children are shoved, to be forgotten about by the gods. "No one home, but the void is loud.Echoes around my empty house... This must be the void they always talk about" honestly I see this when he's possessed by Kronos. Like he has another being inside him, taking over, piloting his body over him. His consciousness was obviously still there bc Annabeth and Percy were able to help him break free and stop Kronos. So what was he doing, could he feel anything? Could he feel everything and not be able to do anything? It must have been terrifying, and again he would've only been like maybe 22? when Kronos possessed him

3. sidewalk chalk - Annalise Emerick

this one for me is like quintessential my feeling about Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth. In the song she sings about a childhood friend she no longer talks too but thinks about often thinks about and wishes well. I see this mostly with like Annabeth. "I'm living my dreams right now The ones we used to talk about" She grew up with him, and is now going to continue growing up without him. She probably blabbed about her dreams of being an architect the way that kids always do, and now she's the architect of Olympus and is doing really well for herself. And probably thinks back to when she was a kid with Luke and Thalia.

4. I don't like my mind - mitski

I think that his anger at the gods was driving him mad, but Kronos' influence really pushed over the edge. Also going back to before, his living in his body that another being has control over, "Inside the walls of my skull waiting for its turn to talk". Ethan tells Percy that he thinks Luke is still in there, fighting back, trying to regain control over his body and his mind. And since he definitely was, he was probably in there spiraling about how he got to that point and all that he'd done and who'd hr become. Because once Annabeth helps him break through he is obviously regretful and wants to atone. "so please don’t take, Take this job from me" job/life. but also, him working for Kronos at that point was all he had. Literally. His job for Kronos was his lite He had given everything up at that point, and Kronos would routinely threaten Luke if/when he fails. Punishing Luke with nightmares and then forcing Luke to take him as a host bc he failed during the Atlas plan.

rapid fire songs I put in the playlist that I think about a lot:

eat your young - Hozier (obviously. I mean the gods ya know)

day after tomorrow - Phoebe bridgers (he's a soldier)

save me - Noah kahan (even after everything he's done Annabeth still tries to save him)

used to be young - Miley Cyrus (he was seventeen)

bad believer - st. Vincent (he's blasphemous what can I say)

[eltramuffinz]

Snowflake (Albedo x Reader Brainrot)

Today’s subject of my brainrot: Good old science boy, Albedo. (I’m a little tired rn and this is just my brain rambling while I listen to music at 1am)

I am just a little in love with academic/studious Reader X Albedo. Their love language would be sharing notes on topics they find interesting with each other... Spending late nights staying up and completing experiments or writing different parts of a report together... Learning not only fascinating knowledge, but in fact how the other perceives the world through reading their notes and reports. They learn the types of details the other picks up, their thoughts, and their pathways of logic mixed in with imagination...  I adore it all.

Oh to sit by a warm fire in Albedo’s camp in Dragonspine, rugged up in blankets as you doodle the many unique formations of individual snowflakes you had observed that day under your looking glass while accompanying Albedo as he conducted research about the mountain’s weather, only for him to take a break from writing his own paper. Him walking over to grab a warm cup of tea, and then his eyes catch on the designs over your shoulder. Him quietly thinking to himself how interesting you are to have remembered such tiny natural designs, and that you managed to capture the stunning beauty of the flakes while he was focused on the movement of the winds and snowy clouds as a whole. How... you were quite like a snowflake... There was simply no other person like you. He wasn’t the best at expressing his emotions verbally to the degree he’d like, but he had a sudden urge to begin another painting.

It wasn’t a complex painting he envisioned, but he was eager to start. It would be you, sitting on a rock with your notebook and pencil in hand amidst a snowy landscape, gazing up at a flurry of snowflakes as they swirled past you. And in that painting, he would capture the way you had a tiny smile on your lips, and your eyes lit up with joyous curiosity and wonder.

The same expression he was told (by Klee, the cheeky girl) his face displayed whenever you gushed to him about whatever captured your thoughts. He might have just compared you to a snowflake, but even so, spending time with you always left him feeling fuzzy and warm inside. It was a nice feeling.

[horce-divorce]

I was too tired to get worked up last night but now that Im awake again I am sooo fucking agitated rn. We HAVE to be at my parent's right now (car camping in the yard) bc I desperately need whatever help they can give me, my dad is getting the car checked and we've been here using the shower and the stove and whatnot. But my dad's bday was also this weekend so my WHOOOOOLE family was here, and Bel and I stayed inside specifically to avoid everyone, but then my fucking horrible grandpa (who was queerphobic and an asshole long before he had dementia) comes in and tries to make chit chat with us, and then my dad comes in laughing saying how grandpa went outside and announced to everyone that "there's two girls with mustaches in there," and dad just thought that was funny. And we had JUST come back from the store where some rando also fucking commented on Bel's mustache and I HAD a comeback but I was too fucking SLOW and I didn't fucking defend him

So anyway we like have absolutely no choice but to be here and Bel especially can't just leave and like it's weird bc yes they are letting us stay here, feeding us etc and I feel like I'm not allowed to explain why this is so hurtful bc if I do that's somehow going against all my dad is doing for me here. Like I'm being ungrateful spitting in his face and only focusing on what he's doing wrong.

Probably bc they spent my whole life reinforcing this idea that I only was allowed to need things if they agreed that I was lacking. When I became suicidal it wasn't "oh yeah you need help let's get you to a doctor." It was a litany of "here's all the things I did for you, I sacrificed my body for you, I ate healthy and quit smoking and I did everything right and I gave you a PERFECT body and brain, so no, you don't need help." And she stood by that until I was out of the house and went and got help myself, and she STILL tried to talk me out of it.

And especially with my mom being the terf-adjacent 2nd wave Michfest Feminist that she is, she only ever has shit to say about my gender when it's disparaging. The first time she saw me shirtless after top surgery she said "embrace the patriarchy" in this bitter fucking tone. She only ever calls me a guy if I'm acting so stupid that I need help or correction. But yeah it's so super funny and cute that my demented grandpa can't fucking tell I'm a guy and it's sooo funny and cute how he's disrespecting me and my boyfriend to my whole family and they're all just out there laughing. That's sooooo fucking funny and silly and ha ha and yeah people like my asshole grandpa, who was NEVER even part of my actual fucking life, is totally allowed to just walk into your home and talk about your loved ones like that, unchallenged, cus he's just such a silly little guy. Family is so fucking special am I right.

It's wild having the least normie and most functional family of all my friends bc when it comes to things like politics and gay rights and witchcraft and even topics like feminism and reproductive rights! my parents are always the most chill, understanding, easygoing, have the most reasonable responses out of anyone else's parents... But then they still have these very unchallenged ideals that come out at the worst time, and when i try to explain to them how they are hurting me and making me feel unsafe and making MY BOYFRIEND feel unsafe, and this is why I don't hang out with them, they pull the "dont make me feel bad when i do so much for you" card.

They also don't defend other trans ppl. They "love" Eddie Izzard, she is "their favorite comedian," but they can't gender her correctly to save their lives. One time my mom tried to show her cis gay friend one of Eddie's Dress to Kill bits and he started disparaging her outfit and calling her buffalo fucking bill and my mom just sat there and TOOK IT. I WAS HOME!!! I COULD HEAR HIM!!!!!!!!!

I also cannot threaten the help they're giving me w the car and the house bc my dad is currently still paying the insurance bc I can't even afford gas to go job hunting. So I did not sit my dad down and explain Why That Wasn't Funny. My stupid ass got up early and put the dishes away instead. Because if I criticize my dad, on his birthday, in his own home that we are staying at for free, AND Im leaving a mess (that I didn't make, but that I saw and walked away from regardless), they will kick us both out and never let us come back! Or maybe they won't! But they've kicked me out before and I can't let that happen to Bel again right now!!!

And unfortunately I need to stay connected to dementia grandpa too bc we may be living in his cabin part time this winter. I'm not super optimistic about finding housing before it gets cold. Especially not after yesterday. We were both already lamenting needing our names changed, but trying to do it while homeless and Looking Like Girls With Mustaches in Bumfuck Nowhere is gonna be even more fun!!!

[kennyswiferay]

Idea for a Lo’ak Sully x Reader AU where the Sullys never fled because my brain is flooding rn,

CW - SFW, angst, soulmate sort of thing, misogyny/sexism, original clan, original characters

TITLE - Trade Lines [Lo’ak Sully x Reader]

“The Tsu’ayla are one of the greatest clans, raised alongside Palulukans,” Lonal hummed to her daughter. She danced around her home, the tarp strung up around the base of the tree a gift from her closest friend’s Sky Demon lover. “We are strong, powerful and we are resilient. We started our legend of Palulukan Makto, and we are the legend embodied.” As Lonal finished speaking, near black skin a stark contrast to the blue of her only child, a Palulukan as dark as the unlit forest slinked through the open tarp. Lonal smiled easily as a familiar body followed it.

"Ma Lonal," the Olo'eyktan hummed to his mate. Her smile stretched to a feral grin, the dark woman holding a hand out for her husband. "How is our little txeptsìp?" The Olo'eyktan ran his thumb down the little girl's cheek bone.

"Stubborn, like her father. How is the clan, Ma Jakar?"Lonal answered. She pressed her back into a solid chest, Jakar’s arms snaking around her waist as she sagged. Relief flooded her body that Jakar was with her, no matter what, and not fighting a war he has no part in.

"They are fine, yawne, I promise. Vo’kuri keeps clawing at the entrance so I bought him here to see you." As Jackal spoke, the dark Palulukan from earlier stuck it's head up and yawned at them. Lonal sat near him, curling up in the space between Ra'vi's strong legs as he headbutt her arm gently. He was demanding to see his fkew 'evi, mighty child of his rider. Lonal giggled as she tilted a young Niri'te towards the thanator.

"Your cub and her will love each other greatly, my trusted one," Lonal whispered as Jackal left the tent to announce the birth of the first Daughter of Palulukans, Child of the Ioang. Lonely walked out besides her mate, Vo’kuri and another Palulukan bounding over to them - Gi’atri, Vo’kuri’s mate and mother to Akari.

“Ewya has granted us this blessing, giving us a child to usher us into a unity with others! Praise Ewya, for giving us Y/N!” Lonal yelled, her position as Tsahik giving her the right to interpret Ewya’s will. As the people cheered, hollered and yelped, the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik smiled as they stared lovingly at their daughter.

15 years later,

“Skawng! Screw you!” Y/N yelled. She was chasing her best friend and guard, Raika, through the high tree tops. He’d stolen her blade, and she was determined to get it back. “Raika that’s my mothers!” Raika did nothing but roll his eyes, dangling the knife from his loincloth precariously.

“Then get it, Little Syawn,” Raika taunted. He turned, jumping from a cliff face and his Ikran J’ta shot upwards, collecting him like a prize. Y/N growled, seething.

“I will skin you!” She screamed, catching herself before she went over. She had not yet tamed an Ikran, and did not trust Raika to catch her in his playful mood. Scowling, she turned to an albino Palulukan and a black one with red tainting her muzzle. “Don’t look at me like I’m stupid Vo’kuri, Gi’atri. He stole Mother’s knife.” Gi’atri, being more maternal, headbutt Y/N before bowing, allowing the teenage girl to swing onto her back and turn towards the village. Y/N muttered, listening to Raika laugh callously as he swung J’ta back towards camp and took off. Gi’atri and Vo’kuri followed, keeping the girl company.

“There you are, woman! The others are waiting!” A’laia was the caretaker of the young around the village, be it Na’vi like her son Ra’i or the Palulukan cubs. “The Olo’eyktan requests your presence in the main tent, go. See them. I will care for them. It is urgent.” Nodding slowly, Y/N rushed towards her father and mother’s tent. It was unusually quiet, the flap open and letting a draft in. Y/N was suspicious, her family never left the flap open. No matter the weather. As Y/N stepped inside, her foot fell on something and she shuddered, movements freezing.

“Father? Mother? I am home,” she called. Jakar, a man in his prime, looked up. His eyes were bloodshot, tears staining his face. He had been crying for hours, that much was clear to her. Y/N fell to her knees before him, grasping at his wrists. “Father? What happened? Where is mother?!” Jakar could not, would not answer his only child, his eldest daughter, his little txeptsìp.

“Little txeptsip, your mother… sh-she had an illness, neither our medicinals or Ewya could save her… Snake’s remedies could not save her…” Jakar broke down crying again. Then Y/N noticed the body hidden beneath a blanket, her mother's garments littering the ground around it. Y/N shook her head, denying.

“No. No, mother is fine. She has to be, she said she would weave my clothes and help Ewya find my perfect match a-and,” Y/N couldn’t get her words out, stammering and choking back on her own sobs so as not to lose her control. Jakar reached out to his child, his thumbs just grazing her wrists before Y/N yanked herself away, pushing herself to her knees and spinning to walk out.

“Y/N!” Jakar yelled, scrambling after her, “yawne please, do not!” Y/N ignored the man’s pleas as she reached Vo’kuri. He sensed her mood and lifted her onto his back with ease. "Y/N!"

“Get me out of here, ma txe’lan,” she sobbed. The albino creature hunched his shoulders before launching. He went a familiar route, Lonal having pleaded him to learn it in case her child ever needed to get away from the Tsu’ayla. Y/N made tsaheylu itch Vo’kuri, images flooding her mind of the clan they were fleeing to. Her eyes widened as she realised who it was.

The Omatikaya.

Translations:

shahaylu - bond/neural connection

txe’lan - heart

txeptsip - fire

syawn - blessing

skxawng - moron

fkew 'evi - mighty child

yawne - darling/beloved/loved one

[woogyu]

36. “Can’t you stay a little longer?” 53. “I can’t sleep without you. I need my personal body heater and cuddles.”

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notes;  this is that cute soft shit

Thank you for requesting!! sorry this took so long to be posted!

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“I’m just saying, it was your idea to go camping in the middle of March,” Wonwoo scoffed. He was right; you had all but begged him to come out here with you. In your defence, the forecast did say it was supposed to be a beautiful sunny weekend… how were you supposed to know it would end up raining.

“It was supposed to be nice,” you grumbled, pouting as you curled into his side.

Having a getaway weekend with your boyfriend seemed like the perfect way to celebrate another successful semester finished, but the weather apparently had other plans. Rain ricocheted off the walls of your tent, causing a damp chill to settle into your bones. You wanted to give up on this whole idea, get back into the car and drive back to the warm comforts of your shared apartment. But Wonwoo had taken time off from this, and you didn’t really want to give him the satisfaction of being right.

“A little rain doesn’t mean we can’t have a good time,” you said, unsure if you were trying harder to convince him or yourself. It wasn’t like you had a lot of options regarding activities. You couldn’t start a campfire or roam along the beach or even go for a hike. If you wanted to avoid getting soaked, you were pretty much confined to the four-by-four area inside the tent. Your brain struggled to find a suitable activity, and from the look on Wonwoo’s face, he could tell.

He watched you with a quirked brow, his body hidden beneath two thick blankets, a jacket and a hoodie. You were honestly surprised he wasn’t openly complaining about the cold, damp chill surrounding you. You were even more shocked that he had yet to ask to go back home.

“You know what would be even better, a warm hotel room and a hot shower,” he mused, shooting you a pointed gaze. You clenched and unclenched your fingers, willing a little bit of warmth to find its way back into them. Okay, so maybe his idea did sound appealing... but you didn’t want to back down... not yet.

“We can’t leave,” you whined as you turned to give him your best puppy dog eyes. Wonwoo was used to your stubborn nature, but he really didn’t think it would stretch this far. He groaned a little bit, moving toward the front of the tent.

“So maybe I’ll go enjoy the hot shower, and you can stay here in the cold, wet tent,” he grumbled, but there was no real conviction behind his words. Your shoulders slumped as you reached out toward him, fingers wrapping tightly around his arm.

“I can’t sleep without you. I need my personal body heater and cuddles.” You reminded him. He chuckled and looked back at you with a roll of his eyes.

“y/n, I can assure you, there is absolutely no heat left inside my body right now,” he stated. You knew he was serious from the way shivers wracked his body. Sighing, you wrapped your arms around his waist, face settling against his chest.

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” you asked, voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. You didn’t even know why you were asking; you didn’t even really want to stay out here. You had just been thinking about and planning this weekend for such a long time... you didn’t want it to be over before it had even started.

“I know you really wanted to go camping, love,” he began, his fingers soothing as they ran through your hair. “But, why don’t we come back when we don’t have to risk hypothermia to be here” he tried to reason with you. He was right again. It wasn’t worth your or his health just because you didn’t want to modify your plan.

“I mean, who really says that camping has to happen outside anyway. Blanket fort in a hotel room could definitely be a form of camping,” you decided, quickly unzipping the tent. Wonwoo chuckled at your declaration, gathering your things before racing through the rain with you back to the car.

By the time you were both inside the shelter of his car, your clothes were soaked. You eagerly leaned toward the heat seeping from the vents, letting it slowly bring life back into your frozen fingers. Looking over at Wonwoo, you smiled a little bit; tiny droplets of water seeping from his hair down his face. Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a towel, and before he could protest, you were drying his hair. Once you were satisfied, you pulled back and giggled, the strands now standing up in odd shapes and positions.

“Two can play at that game,” he mumbled after catching a glimpse of his hair in the mirror. Grabbing the towel from you, he began to massage your head with it, protests and laughter filling the vehicle. He pulled back, grinning as he admired his masterpiece, your hair now a tangled but less wet mess.

You leaned toward him smiling, your fingers reaching up to smooth out the tousled strands of hair atop his head. He returned the favour, his fingers moving softly to smooth out the mess he had created.

“I love you,” you stated suddenly, catching off guard as his hands paused their motions. A soft flush settled into your cheeks as you looked down. This was the first time you had spoken those words to him, though he said them to you nearly every day. You never wanted to say them without being a hundred percent sure of your feelings; you wanted the first ‘I love you to mean something.

Wonwoo smiled at you adoringly as his fingers slipped under your chin, urging you to look up at him.

“Tell me again.” He whispered. You smiled, fingers pushing back some loose strands of hair away from his eyes.

“I love you, Wonwoo. I love you so much,” you told him again, heart hammering against your chest. He grinned, leaning forward to capture your lips in a gentle kiss.

“I love you too,” he mumbled against your lips, his forehead coming to rest against yours as he pulled back. “Even when you drag me camping in the freezing rain.” Wonwoo teased, his arms enveloping you in a warm embrace.

[mothernaturesdaughter]

6,7,8,9 🤪

Only seeing this today 🥺😭 thank you Fiona!!!

6. Share a spicy take.

I've completely lost perception on what's spicy and what's mild due to Internet brain rot, but I think my hottest takes are:

Yoko is amazing and she's done nothing wrong, ever

(okay, maybe she did some wrong things, but like, in a "humans are complicated and flawed" way probably not in "i'm literally a cartoon villain" way; and she's not shown the same grace we give men (cough—john specifically—cough) everything she does is interpreted in the harshest possible light and I just don't think that's how people work and it has a lot to do with sexism and racism and me saying this is not me being like uwu yoko is perfect (as I've seen people argue in the tags like that saying she suffered from racism is contributing to "the girlbossing of yoko" instead of like.... Dude she was a Japanese woman in America literally less than 15 yrs after there were putting Japanese people in internment camps, SO...) Also, her music is Good Actually and you could make the argument that it's been as influential as The Beatles, I'M NOT MAKING IT RN but you could make it, and it would go like this: without "Kiss Kiss Kiss" and "Give me Something", there's no Kanye's "808s and Heartbreak" (THE MOST INFLUENTIAL ALBUM OF THE 2000s imho there's a hot take for ya), and then there's no Drake.)

Another maybe-hot take: John was 100% almost for sure physical and certainly emotionally abusive to his partners (Cynthia and Yoko), and me saying this is not me "cancelling" john lennon or whatever, it's just like, holding two thoughts in our minds. He grew up in an era where this was normalized, expected, and good, and he struggled a lot with anger and his views on masculinity. But it still happened.

7. What is a Beatles-discourse topic that needs to die?

Why they broke up. Fuck. They broke up because money, and coke, and human relationships, and the complexity inherent to intimacy and being known, and at this point it feels like looking at a prism, there's all these projections and you can't and will never perceive the reality of the object. Not even if you got to sit through an actual honest to go Paul McCartney therapy session would you get closer to anything resembling Actual Truth, we as a society need to let it go.

8. What do you think makes the Beatles fandom uniquely fun?

Women! I'm joking but also not 😂 I think the passion and creativity of the people in the fandom (especially women and girls) is unparalleled, and the fan-made stuff sometimes is even more fun than the original-stuff (like covers, compilations, art) i'm always floored by the level of talent and insight of the people in this fandom

9. What is the main thing that makes the music special to you?

Alright I don't know how to actually organize how much i feel about this, I'm not a fancy music person, so I'll just share a story:

I have a friend who hated the Beatles. Like, she absolutely despised them, mostly because she'd only met male Beatles fans, and they'd been so shitty to her that she'd just developed an immediate hatred to ever even giving their music a chance. We were at the beach, and upon hearing this, I was like: you know what, no. The Beatles are for the girls. The Beatles are for the people. There's a reason why they're The Beatles, and it's this: they were never precious about their music and who enjoyed it. They made joyful music, music that spoke to things deep in their souls and then they had the amazing experience of seeing other people being like "yes, this is inside my soul too". I truly believe they never got tired of that feeling. They made music to help people, and to help themselves, and to make the world a bit of a better place. Even their saddest songs are never completely unhopeful, and that's because they loved each other, and they suffered together, and to quote that one poem, whenever they were down, there was another one of them who was willing to be "No, we're going to climb out of this hole together! This is not our grave!"

And then I put on "Hey, Jude", and we watched the sun set over the brilliant ocean near Lisbon and I told her, "Doesn't your soul just want to scream along? Don't you feel that na na na na deep inside your bones? Don't you feel the joy of taking a sad song and making it better? And then getting to sing it out, scream it out, make it better better better better BETTER? Imagine being so sad, going through the depths of pain, fitting the whole spectrum of human experience into your songs, and then still making it soar like that. Doesn't it feel like being loved? Doesn't it make you happy?"

Anyway, that's why I love The Beatles.

[sea-dwelling-wizard]

1. Durin. He's an impulsive kleptomaniac and steals stuff all the time.

2. The Sea-dwellers (the merfolk of my world <333) normally have semi-active brains while sleeping. To say what they dream about is quite hard since yk. They're fish people

3. Earrings! A person is considered quite wealthy if they have one of those. Especially in the shape of a diamond ;]

4. Legends say that if you go out to sea at night, you'll hear the stars whisper your fate. Don't listen to the sky for too long or the sirens'll eat you.

5. This is an old project but here's my fav para

The thought of truth was a childish dream when all he saw was lies. 

Who was he, really? Hysteria wore down to reveal a writhing mass of questions and hatred for himself. Atticus’s mind wandered to the darkest depths of consciousness, seeking out answers to the bleak dead zones of the sea. 

He felt that parts of him were coming back together each passing second, slowly revealing what he was really like. The past which loomed behind the concrete wall scared him yet lured him into the thirst of curiosity, which nothing could quench, even the mass water body of the sea.

It's cringe 💀 ive started this project's second draft though and its bound to be better!!!

6. Hex_agon; she's an oc who's a parasite of sorts. She's inhabiting my mind rn and she's taken my personality :D

7. The Star Sea has carriages run by small fishes while the Empyreum and major parts of the Skysheath Forest have car-like transportation. Motocycles exist too.

8. Haven't written in a while, but my mc's wearing clothes fit for adventuring!

9. I'll choose my other wip for this; the conflict is that. well. the sun's gone and the most powerful person in the realm is blamed. theres a bounty on him :D

10. no.

ok fine

this is from a lil experimental story i wrote to practice first person

It was a particularly dark night, with little or so life roaming outside the camps. The atmosphere was quiet, and cozy as if it all never happened. We were all inside the main area of our portable living quarters. Everyone was quite chatty, including that murderer. 

11. ALL OF THE SEA-DWELLERS ARE NOT REAL. THE VILLAIN, OURRA, CREATED PUPLETS TO MIMIC THE ONES HE LOVED DESIGNED TO HAVE NO SOUL AND THE MC SHOWED SIGNS OF BEING RELATED TO OURRA SO HE GOT EXOERIMENTED ON AND AFTER SM YEARS HE REALISED HE HAD NO SOUL AND AJSNJDNSNDNFNNWJDKSK THATS THE FIRST PART OF THE PLOT :D

12. For the wip mentioned in no. 9, soliel soliel by Pomme inspired the plot!

13. The Star Sea:

- Wet, clammy, heavy

- Clattering and snapping of creatures, whale sounds

- Blue and black, yet vibrant, bustling empires under the sea

- Slippery, rough, smooth, all at once

- idk ehat it could smell like since its the sea. saline?

14. The first line of my first novel is my favorite line. "You don't understand," Atticus yelled, "The Abyss is not to be messed with."

15. ahggg the beginning of the wip mentioned in no. 9 is really hard to work on since i'm experimenting with tons of elements and themes

Random WIP Ask Game

Inspired by random objects around my room! (Idk, it just seems like most of them have a theme and I’m lazy).

1. 🦎 LIZARD: Who is your most untrustworthy OC? Why?

2. 🛏️ BED: What do your OCs dream about?

3. 💍 JEWELRY: What are considered luxury items in the world of your WIP?

4. 🐈 CAT: Does the world of your WIP have any superstitions or folklore?

5. 📓 NOTEBOOK: Share 7 lines from a WIP of your choice!

6. 🪩 MIRROR: Which OC is most like you?

7. 👠 SHOES: What is transportation like in the world of your WIP?

8. 🧢 CLOTHING: What is your MC currently wearing in the most recent scene of your WIP?

9. 🔥 CANDLE: Describe the main conflict in your WIP.

10. 📚 BOOKCASE: Share a paragraph from your WIP.

11. 🌈 RAINBOW SLOTH: Wild card! Share one thing about your WIP that you have been waiting to be asked about!

12. 🎧 HEADPHONES: Share a song that inspired your WIP.

13. 🌸 PERFUME: Describe the setting of your WIP using the five senses.

14. 💎 GEMSTONES: Share a line in your writing that you really love!

15.💡LAMP: Talk about a scene you are working on—is it easy or difficult? Why?

Bonus: Share a few lines from that same scene.

[amaryllisblackthorn]

theory/thoughts on maligula’s identity based on everything revealed so far (psychonauts 2 spoilers!!)

similarly to my other post, this basically involves an indepth look on things revealed in the peaks we’ve gotten into the game so spoilers especially if you don’t want to know what what may happen in the story beforehand based on close inspection of trailers and other stuff (including like, spotting concept art in the background of a video and such)

so based off of everything revealed about the game so far

lucrecia is almost definitely maligula. the only thing that’s an obstacle is the concept design of current lucrecia as a small old lady, but rn there’s so much indicating lucrecia’s maligula. there’s the imdb voice credit, there’s the fact that it’s the “psychic six” and not the psychic seven -- that lucrecia is the only one from the stumps at camp to be excluded from the stone tablet mural in hq while still having a depiction in the game on a stamp in ford’s mailroom mind level connected with the others which means she’s still relevant -- !!! 

basically: she’s excluded, and also relevant in the game, which means there’s a significance to her being excluded.

maligula is also described in the recent  Psychonauts 2 Developer Showcase as being one of the first enemies the Psychic Six fought. that certainly fits a former member-turned enemy, along with everything else. 

maligula is absolutely related to the galochios, which means lucrecia mux is related to the galachios.

my current tentative theory is that lucrecia/maligula is zalto galachio’s wife who lost herself to grief after her daughter died and. became murderous i guess. 

theoretically she could also have been a galachio who married out? but that’s why i said tentative theory.

the recent developer showcase stating that raz’s family history and the founding of the psychonauts being close/connected and the showing of the confrontation scene of maligula, helmut, and who i’ve been tentatively thinking is ford but could be someone else (like potentially lazarus or even  some random dude) being shown when tim schafer talks about how ‘the aquatos have been cursed by a mysterious figure to all die in water’ seems to further support this. in fact, it seems to suggest that maligula and not zalto was the one to curse the aquatos -- which honestly kind of reminds me of how they changed the second head of psychonauts from being Herndon to Hollis.

technically there could be another reason for the galachios to hate the aquatos and kill raz’s grandfather other than the death of augustus’ mother since the backstory from the lipo document isn’t technically canon and is liable to changes (like ford’s backstory + involvement with the psychonauts for instance) but i really hope they keep that  because i  really like the whole twisted aspect of the galachios (whether it be maligula, zalto, both) tormenting the descendents of their daughter out of projected blame and hate when it’s also their family too like. i really dig that so i hope that stays the same. 

maligula/lucrecia is also probably the reason helmut’s brain is separated from his body//that his location is ‘at the bottom of a frozen lake’ in grulovia -- where the aquatos were cursed to die in water -- on the letters in the mailroom level.

i’m sure there’s more to it and that im missing stuff but this is my tentative theory for now -- and i’m sure there are more  people who had similar thoughts. 

there is that concept design of current lucrecia as a small old lady that poses a possible threat -- maybe the lucrecia/maligula connection ends up being a redherring or something idk -- but maybe they ended up changing their minds during development or something. or maybe something else. idk. and that’s why i’m excited for the game haha

before i go i kind of wanna mention that before we really knew much about maligula and that she was a confirmed “mass murderer” i hoped it was gonna be marona/augustus’ mother than zalto would raise from the dead but she’d either turn on him bc he literally killed her and then her husband and did the opposite of  caring for her son so why wouldnt she??? or do something akin to Mary Rose by J.M. Barrie where she’s  kind of mindless/destructive with only focusing on finding her  son who is still a baby to her; also there’d be a level inside zalto’s mind where raz would eventually make him deal with his grief and the guilt he’s been projecting and not dealing with for killing his daughter. i’m kind of sad this isn’t the case --- although i know whatever it’s actually gonna be is gonna ne great !!!! dont get me wrong  -- but i still think this was a kind of neat idea so i wanted to write it down somewhere lol. basically i really want the marona’s descendants/galachio family connection existent and explored, which hopefully we’ll get no matter who maligula ends up being.

phew this was much longer than i intended it to be and kind of a mess but i kind of wanted to write my thoughts down before the game came out haha and the recent showcase kind of cemented some of my thoughts which stimulated me to do it

oh before i end i just remembered something i forgot that i thought about. i wonder why lucrecia's excluded from the mural tablet thing in HQ and from the "psychic six" but not from camp via the stumps?? interesting.