#this is refereing to the fact that hes basically had a target on his head since he was in the fucking womb

[alaveii]

Hermione: Harry, are you.. okay?

Harry: Mione I haven’t been okay since i was conceived

[tgcg]

ill break your shit adam

warning for adult lang

fuck you adam sandler

youre lucky karkat likes you

stupid fuck sees an amnesiac girl

and asks her can i marry you

that lady got issues mentally

you still down to do shit anally

deplorable zit on the ass of romanza

karkat told me to put that shit in this stanza

do raps even count as having stanzas

slam poetry tyke at preschool im no manza

youd probably jack it to a log with holes if they were wet ones

sitting on that stupid dock with her papa cracking cold ones

piece of shit id push you off that dock and watch you bubbling

kick your ass like her shitty bro failed when you were troubling

penguins dont quack like fucking ducks you dumbass

thats not part of the rap i just think that youre a dumbass

back to the rap sandler i bet you couldnt drop a single bar

too busy picking up stupid women at the stupid women bar

who even let you into hawaii

also did i say karkat liked you i was kidding he wants to kick your heinie

seriously watching that shit again made him start slamming his head into the cushions and screaming i had to pry them out his hands and he almost bit me

sorry i forgot i was rapping again

piece of shit forgot that you can like women while dating other men

still not over that chuck and larry shit adam

if you just said to the gov you were bi you coulda had em

firefighter of the year? well try putting out this heat

karkats gonna beat your ass like you do every night to your meat

gotta ask is this shit wish fulfilment for you

gotta say larry deserved better than you

i could treat him way better than you not in a gay way though

i just mean youre a massive sleaze basically the worlds shittiest bro

back to 50 first dates man sandler your shit is a bore

the stupid bits with schneider got my ass addicted to snore

if i was that stupid walrus id tear your ass to shreds

if i was that penguin i would also tear your ass to shreds

itd be harder but id still do it

bro fuck adam sandler im through it

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TT: Wow. Bravo, Dave. You've outdone yourself.

TG: i wrote this one exceptionally fucking terrible to represent my inner darkness

TG: i can never unwatch those cinematic fossilized turds theyre like time capsules devoted to everything wrong with america

TG: you dont even understand how egregious that was

TT: I can sense the utter malaise and contempt in every word. It's beautiful.

TT: One particularly interesting point I'd like to make is the fact that you managed to refer to butts in a song about a male target, 10 times in the span of 37 lines. It's not an exorbitant amount, but it appears to be a running theme in your works. Very interesting, if you ask me --

TG: nooooo

TG: nope no

TG: not this shit again

TG: listen one of them is karkats fault

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CG: ROSE, YOU JUST DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND WHAT HE'S DOING HERE AT ALL.

TT: No? Please, enlighten me Karkat.

CG: GLADLY.

CG: HE STARTS OUT WITH THE FRIGGIN WORD "ANAL" PRECEDING ALL OF THE OTHER MENTIONS, OF COURSE IT'S ON PURPOSE. IT INSTILLS THAT IMAGERY IN YOUR NUGBONE THROUGHOUT THE TRACK.

CG: AND YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED A RECURRING USE OF THE WORD "SHIT", IN TANDEM. BOG-STANDARD FOR DAVE, RIGHT? NO! IT'S PART OF THE EFFECT!

CG: MY THESIS: ADAM SANDLER MOVIES ARE PIECES OF ABSOLUTE SHIT AND THE REFERENCES TO WORDS LIKE "LOG" AND "SHIT" AND "ASS" ARE TO INVOKE THE SENSE OF TAKING A MASSIVE DUMP THROUGHOUT THE SPAN OF THE RAP, WHICH BY ALL MEANS WOULD BE AN EQUAL OR GREATER USE OF YOUR TIME THAN WATCHING THOSE MOVIES.

CG: RIGHT, DAVE?

TG: … yeah

TT: Okay, I'm willing to concede to that. On this subject matter, as an avid terrible movie enjoyer, you admittedly know better than myself.

CG: SHOULD KNOW BETTER.

TT: And you love them anyways.

CG: YEAH.

TG: hes right

TG: you hear that shit hes right

TG: fuck death of the author im verifying that interpretation

[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

hello >_<!! Since this account made me obsessed with Geo i found the courage to ask a request :3 (imsorryifit'snotcomfortableforyou😭)

Geo x Clumsy GN!reader (like, falling into the thinks you would least expect, so me frfr)

Bumblerbee (Geo x Clumsy! MC/Reader)

First and foremost, welcome to the Geo cult appreciation blog, Anon. Secondly, do not be shy to ask me whatever request you desire, I'm happy to be getting anything, and the fact you entrust me with this is an honorary privilege in itself. ❤️ φ(*⌒▽⌒)ﾉ

Anyway! I hope you enjoy Anon! d=(´▽｀)=b

- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

Bumbler: someone who makes mistakes because of incompetence.

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Geo was mildly concerned when you fell down the stairs. Then you smacked into a pole. Then you tripped on a branch.

All in the span of 13 fucking minutes.

It was honestly mildly respectable, how often one can simply bumble, trip and tumble around like you did.

You always seemed to be elsewhere mentally, not focused on your surroundings, or daydreaming away in that gorge- pretty head of yours.

People often made fun of you for it, labelling you as the school's klutz.

Unfortunately, said people who targeted you were also the same girls who liked to pick on Brittney; so when she and Crowe made you the groups' newest appendage (due to the fact Brit felt protective over you), he then began to bear witness to your marvellous collapses every time he saw you at lunch.

He expected you to cry when he first saw you fell, scraping the skin off your shins, but you instead winced and seemed to take in the fact you were an existing, living being; and you'd try to not slip away into your thoughts again.

He decided after a while that your mettle for falling must be sturdy, if you don't simply learn to pay attention to your immediate vicinity after each time it happened.

Eventually you and him held a conversation, and he acknowledged that you were...surprisingly capable.

You were intelligent, witty and even mildly attractive.

And you didn't make him want to commit arson everytime he saw you, so he grew accustomed to your existence.

Then he started enjoying it. A bit too much.

The amount of times you're either reading or otherwise preoccupied and on the verge on slipping, bumping, or falling into/onto something is astonishing.

So he eventually pulls you aside and bluntly tells you to pay attention to your surroundings, lest you one day get hurt. "You're an idiot. What happens if you bludgeon your head in? Get a concussion?" "Ohoho! Is Geo worried about my safety?" "No. I am simply tired of watching you make a circus out of yourself." "So you do care!" "I do not." "Liar, why did you pull me aside then?" "Shut up."

Anyway, he decides if you won't take care of yourself, he's gonna supervise you.

Then he notices the little skips in your step, the faraway glances you give at the sky when you deem it pretty (which is fucking always, to his dismay).

That's when you got stung by a bee.

And also when he started referring to you as a bumblerbee.

His bumblerbee.

People were obviously discombobulated at the fact he was essentially tailing you everywhere you went, but all he had to do was gift them the most malicious side-eye he would conjure.

(Geo would side-eye so hard though holy shit).

If you were distracted, he would make you tell him about your day, desiring for you to start rambling to him so he can take notes find out more about this clumsy bumblerbee that he's invested in.

Eventually your charm gets to him. He starts becoming more and more fond of you (pff, as if he wasn't already).

He now basically is always ready to firmly stop you from falling/bumping into something.

Until he realises you also get pushed down stairs for shits and giggles.

And these people already harmed Brittney, so obviously he already knows their addresses, credit card numbers and their workplaces.

If they end up temporarily disappearing/hospitalised, he had nothing to do with it.

And Geo has no reason to lie, now does he?

(Don't answer that).

Likes to watch you read, or better yet, tell him about your thoughts, he wants to know every single little detail about you what you like, dislike, want to set on fire, etc.

Acts nonchalant, but is secretly trying not to melt into a puddle.

His desire to protect you from other worthless people (and inanimate objects) is inhumanely strong. Expect him to start showing it more often as the months go by.

Asks you out when you give him a potted plant. He didn't even realise he did, he was too excited.

(You said yes. Obviously. I mean, you don't have a choice; but do you care? No! You love him too).

Will probably accidentally call you bumblebee at some point (you never let him live it down, dw). Geo really likes making sure you don't trip, after all, it means he can be close to you for as long as he wants. Which is forever. And you're more than happy with that.

[forwards-beckon-rebound]

of the father and the son

warnings: major character death, referenced assault and battery, religious themes, weird references to cumbia and salsa, basically just every warning related to the events of jason's death

it started as all rendezvous do. knowing glances, a delicate chase between tomcat and robin. a dare: catch me if you can. his partner slips out of the room unbeknownst to all except his target. the game is afoot.

they meet alone in a room. it starts with a dance. a cumbia variation. right step, left step. cross body lead. a slide to the left, a turn to the right.

“agua!” his partner cries in delight. their movements are a blur as he fights to keep control. hesitation, block, check. and then, a change of place. a change of pace.

time comes to a stand still. his head dips. he has been ensnared.

but what type of dance would it be without music? there’s not much to work with, so they improvise a duet. his partner provides the rhythm, and if done well, his jaybird rewards him with an “a” note. it’s syncopated.

clang, a-lang, a-lang, a—clang, a-lang, a-lang, AH—

but every cinderella’s evening must come to come to an end. and the clock is about to strike midnight.

                               before they part, he leaves him a small gift.

                                a gentle caress of the cheek, so he won’t

                                                             forget

                                                              their

                                                              time

                                       to                   gether.

                                        the            wound,

                                               it burns.

the spell is broken. it is 12 o’clock. and the jaybird is all alone.

12 is a funny number. it was the egyptians, who had first decided to split the night into 12 parts based on the 12 asterisms. it was caesar, who had ordered the creation of a 12 month calendar. it was jesus, who had 12 apostles before he was betrayed and that number became 11. and soon, the 12 seconds jason todd had left were about to become

11.

on good days, his mother (no that wasn’t right. his real mother was the unconscious woman the joker had left sitting across the room from him. his mother was the woman who had brought him into this world just so he could die for humanity’s sins. her included, for she too was only human) caretaker was atheist. it was only on the nights when the electricity bill had not been paid and the snow piled high on their window ledge, that she began to pray. a private mass, just the two of them. a confessional without a booth, a church without a father.

10.

he had thought she was silly then, all pressed up against the wall to steal the warmth from the next unit over as she preached of loving thy neighbour. they were bundled up in as many layers as they could wring out of the closet. under the last-washed-in-august comforter, he wore a puffer and under that, his sunday best. it was the warmest he had, all wool and short around the ankles, with a bulky security tag pressed against the small of his back. it was the only thing his father had ever left for him. he had hated her perpetual prayers that kept him from sleep. now, he longed for those days. at least then, he wouldn’t have died alone.

9.

our father, who art in heaven. did jesus pray like this too, when he was on the cross? did he ever curse the fact that even as he bled out, he could not say “my father”? for everybody is a child of god. even the prostitutes who sold themselves for a full stomach and a roof over their heads. even the criminals on either side of him, who committed sins much worse than telling the truth. even the very soldiers who had hung him there and pierced holes in him that would never mend. did jesus ever wonder why, out of all of god’s children, he had been the chosen one, born to die?

8.

he had always been taught that good things come to those who do good. he had always tried to do good by others. he had stopped his classmates from being bullied. he had fought that mugger who was about to take some old lady’s purse. he had tried to take down the joker all alone despite orders because he had wanted to save his mother. surely, those were all good actions. surely he was good.

7.

did jesus’ father ever take pity on him? god must have seen him bleeding out. even if he had accepted this fate, surely every parent’s instinct is to protect. the child’s role is to be foolish, and the parent’s role is to forgive. so surely, his own father could overlook this mistake one time. he would be rescued and they could pretend this was nothing more than a bad nightmare. but jesus hadn’t made it off his cross alive, had he?

6.

everything would be alright. his father wasn’t god. his father was batman. and batman would never let anybody die on his watch. hell, even if it was the joker locked up in here with the bomb about to go off, his father would probably save him too. god, though? god couldn’t even save his son.

5.

what was he worried about? his father would break through this door with a badass kick and save him just in the nick of time. that would show that stupid clown.

4.

any second now, his father would break through this door and save him in the nick of time.

3.

any second now, his father would come to save him.

2.

his father would come to save him.

1.

dad…save me

0.

.

.

.

they created a lovely tableau. a broken figure, no more human than he is alive, cradled in the lap of a parent he no longer fits into. mother and son, engraved in marble. father and son, covered in ash. time continues on its lumbering path, but a parent’s grief never changes.

[multifandomimagin3s]

Pornstar Dancing [Soap MacTavish x Reader]

Summary: Taskforce 141 are assigned an undercover mission - (R/N) has to use 'equipment' which the military didn't give her. Her friend, Johnny, likes what he sees...

A/N: I was sitting listening to 'Pornstar Dancing' - My Darkest Days, and an idea came into my head. Ngl, this is basically p*rn without a plot but hwg~ *Also peep the Supernatural reference hehe*

mature themes, smut, minors dni. reader is AFAB

This was without a doubt one of the craziest things you've ever had to do for a mission - and that was saying something. 'Crazy' comes with the job, being part of 141 was never going to be a walk in the park and you never expected any less.

When Laswell had given you your file for the mission, you let out a laugh, thinking that she was joking. Spoiler alert - she wasn't. Your role was to go undercover to spy on the target - a Kingpin, no less - at a club, distracting him and his cronies to buy the rest of the team enough time to disable the security, get into position, and capture him. Now you may be thinking, "that doesn't sound too bad." "Oh, what type of club?" you may ask. A Strip club. Yep, tonight, you had agreed to be a stripper. On stage. In front of hundreds of people. In front of a Kingpin. And, in front of your team-mates. And it was safe to say that you were absolutely shitting yourself at the prospect of it.

So here you were - clad in a royal blue bra, panties and garter belt littered with sparkly diamantes. To match, Laswell had given you a set of clear Pleasers, with blue glitter throughout the heels and platforms of the shoes. It had to be said, the outfit did look good on you, which gave you a bit more confidence. But felt naked - in the literal sense, and given the fact you couldn't carry weapons on you that weren't pocket-sized. Can't hide a glock in your bra.

As you fluffed up your hair, one of the managers came over to say that you were up next. You gave her a tight-lipped smile and a nod, as she ushered you over to the side of the stage, just hidden behind the curtains. As if she were psychic, she brought over a tray with a shot glass and a bottle of tequila perched on it," Here you go - calms the nerves."

You thanked her, throwing the shot back, cringing slightly at the cool, burning sensation. The DJ picked up his mic, voice thick with exaggerated enthusiasm as he gave your queue, "Alright everyone, please welcome to the stage 'Bella Donna.'!"

"Belladonna? Like, the pornstar?" Soap questioned, curious as to why, out of all the names that you could have picked out, you went for that one.

Ghost rolled his eyes," The poison - Deadly Nightshade is also called Belladonna." His tone was clipped. He was used to Johnny's antics by now, they'd been working together long enough. But it didn't mean that it didn't get on his nerves any less.

"Hm, clever," Soap nodded - your codename whilst on the battlefield was in fact 'Nightshade' - you were given that mantle before your transfer to the 141 taskforce, given your skills on the battlefield; deadly. The song began, booming through the speakers. Johnny's gaze shot over to the stage, his jaw dropped as you sashayed down the runway towards the pole," Steamin' bloody Jesus..."

Johnny's eyes raked over your form as you swung gracefully around the pole in time with the music - the song was actually one of his favourites. Speaking of favourites, the underwear set you had on was in his favourite colour; the longer he looked the more he could feel his cock twitch in his trousers, and if he didn't look away soon he'd end up with a problem. But he couldn't look away.

He struggled to suppress a groan as you hung upside down on the pole, clutching it between your thighs. When and where you learned how to pole dance, he had no idea - but holy shit, you were good. He had to bite down on the knuckles of his clenched fist, trying to wish his growing hard-on back down.

"Focus, Sergeant," Price spoke concisely through his ear piece - with a subtle hint of amusement behind his words. Everyone in the task force knew that Johnny had a thing for you - he was hardly subtle about it either but had yet to make a move. He was your friend - he thought you wouldn't see him any other way, and didn't want to ruin your friendship if you didn't return his feelings.

Johnny cleared his throat, trying to make his words not sound s as strained as he felt, " Sorry, Sir."

Ghost chuckled slightly, so quiet that the music completely drowned it out. Oh, he was absolutely going to take the piss out of him later.

The Kingpin stood from his seat as the song was coming to an end, coming to stand at the end of the stage. Playing along with the facade, you pressed your back against the cool metal of the pole, spreading your legs slightly as you dropped down into a sort-of squat. You inwardly cringed at his appearance - a sweaty, greasy-looking creep.

He placed a large stack of money at your feet, giving you a salacious wink," Give me a private dance, Sweetheart."

I'd rather dance on your head, you prick. "Of course," You gave him a smile, picking up the wad of cash before standing to full height, towering over him. As the target turned to his cronies, you looked to the back of the room, seeing Ghost give you a nod - good to go. Your eyes met Soap's as he fixed you with an expression that you hadn't seen before.

"Lead the way, hot stuff," The voice of the slimy kingpin cut through your daze, as he held out his hand to help you down the steps at the side of the stage. Oh, what a gentleman, you thought sarcastically, taking his hand. His cronies stayed behind, dispersing into the crowd to go and do as they pleased while their boss was 'occupied.' Perfect.

The situation escalated rapidly after that. As soon as you got the Kingpin into one of the private rooms, Ghost was already there, hiding in the dark corner. He pounced, quickly punched the target out before he could let out any sound of alarm, tying his arms behind his back and a cloth gag over his mouth," Good work, Sergeant."

You nodded, letting out a breath that you didn't know you were holding.

"Bravo 0-7 to Bravo 6 - target has been neutralised, over."

"This is Bravo 6 - good work, bring him out."

With apparent ease, Ghost lifted the unconscious male up, checking the coast was clear outside the room before dragging him to the fire escape. Pushing the door open revealed Gaz and Price, ready and waiting, as the target was hauled into the truck. The cool night air hit your exposed skin, your arms folding over your chest.

"Here you go, Darlin'," You jumped slightly, turning to see Johnny behind you, holding a bundle of your clothes out to you," As nice as you look, it's baltic oot there, you'll be freezin'."

You smiled slightly," Thank you, Soap -"

"Call me Johnny," He smiled slightly - his eyes wandered down to your chest briefly before quickly flicking back up to meet your eyes. There was a beat of silence, as that unreadable expression fell over his face once again, before he cleared his throat," Get yourself changed - I'll wait out here for you."

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The mission was a complete success which meant the team was allowed to head back to base. Thank god, you thought. A hot shower, takeout and a decent night's sleep were definitely in order and they were going to the first order of business as soon as you got back. Or, well, that was the plan.

It was as if Johnny had read your mind, as he showed up at your door not even half an hour after having gotten through the front door, a plastic bag containing Chinese food in his hand. He smiled," Got the goods."

Shower forgotten, you let him into your room. You had actually just been unpacking your duffel bag when he knocked, random items scattered across your bed; Johnny clicked his tongue," Question?"

"Shoot."

"How the fuck did you walk in these?!" Johnny asked incredulously, turning to face you, your heels suspended on the end of his finger.

You laughed at his reaction, he always had a bit of a flare for the dramatics. "A bit of liquid courage helped - and no, they weren't comfortable."

"Ohh, drinking on the job? Bad girl." He winked with a smile, his pearl white teeth practically sparkling. Bad girl. His words caused a pool of heat to build in your lower stomach, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. There was no denying that he was an attractive guy, and he had a great personality - and maybe you did have a bit of a crush on him. A big crush. But you were friends, surely he wouldn't feel the same way?

"Okay - it was one shot of tequila," You rolled your eyes, trying to will the blood to dissipate from your rosy cheeks," The Manager must have noticed that I was nervous, she gave me it before I went on-stage."

Johnny's brows knitted together, as he placed the heels back onto the bed, coming to stand no more than two feet away from you," Nervous? You were amazing on that stage, didn't know you could move like that - that wasn't the tequila that did that, that was all you, Darlin'."

Darlin'. You looked to the floor, feeling your cheeks heat up at his praise. Johnny tilted your chin up with two fingers under your jaw," Hey, I mean it - you looked really good, hell you probably made a fortune into the bargain, putting the pros to shame."

His light-hearted tone always managed to make you laugh; you met his soft gaze as he smiled, letting out a chuckle. His pale blue eyes stared into yours, falling to your lips and back up again. The tension was rising, he shuffled closer. You bit your bottom lip, his thumb pressing on it gently to release it from your teeth. He swallowed - now who's the nervous one?

"I - I'm just going to come out and say this," Johnny looked into your eyes, gaze unwavering even with his hesitance," I like you...as more than just a friend - I've fancied you for ages, but I was too scared to tell you in case you didn't feel the same."

You were gobsmacked, which must have been evident on your face as he quickly continued without missing a beat. "I think you're beautiful and well, tonight... I couldn't take my eyes off of you, I wanted to be the only one to see you like that... and I know that makes me sound like a selfish prick but -"

You cut him off, connecting your lips in a soft kiss. He went rigid for a second, as if processing that this was actually happening, arms wrapping around your waist as he reciprocated the kiss. He pulled away slightly, nose touching yours; his eyes were closed, a smile slowly making its way onto his face. The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly with joy, as he pulled you into a deeper kiss. And another. And another.

Johnny unzipped your hoodie, you shrugged the material off your shoulders to the floor, arms wrapping around his neck. He groaned lowly as he noticed that you were still wearing the lingerie from before," You look so fucking sexy - in my favourite colour too, you're going to drive me crazy." His favourite colour is blue? Noted.

His large hands slid up your ribcage, firmly cupping your breasts through the cups of your bra. He hummed lowly, leaning down to press hot open-mouthed kisses across the expanse of your chest. You let out a soft gasp, as his kisses trailed up the side of your neck to your jaw, sucking lightly," The whole time you were on-stage, all I could think about was how much I wanted to fuck you."

You moaned lightly, as his hand wandered down to slip underneath the waistband of your sweatpants, rubbing over the front of your panties. Your knees buckled slightly, leaning further into him for support. He smirked, pressing his fingers directly onto your clit, your breath hitching at the contact. You cupped his bulge through his trousers causing him to grunt," Two can play at that game, Sergeant."

You dropped to your knees, unbuckling his belt, tugging his jeans and boxers down his legs; he stepped out of them, kicking them off to the side. He let out a hiss as your hand wrapped around his semi-hard length, stroking slowly from base to tip. You bit your lip to hide your smile, licking a bold stripe along the underside of his cock.

"You're really good at this." Johnny gathered your hair into a ponytail with one hand, the other cupping your cheek. You sucked the tip into your mouth, tongue circling the sensitive head, before taking his entire length down your throat. He groaned, eyes fluttering shut briefly. You repeated the action, before pulling away, pumping his length, laving your tongue over his balls," Fuck."

He gently tugged you off him, pulling you up into a sloppy kiss that was all tongues and teeth. He dipped down, briskly pulling you up into his arms, hands firmly grasping onto your ass. He walked you both backwards, turning to place on the edge of your bed; you quickly pushed all the items littered across your bedspread to the floor, you'd deal with the mess later. Johnny draped himself over you, pulling your sweatpants down your legs and over your feet, tossing them to the floor - revealing the matching panties and garter belt. He groaned lowly. "Fuckin' hell."

Johnny leaned down, pressing kisses down the column of your throat, between your breasts, down your navel to the band of your panties. You moved to peel them off, but his hand gently grabbed your wrist," Keep them on - want to fuck you in them." He grinned, ripping his shirt over his head, throwing it away to the corner of the room. Johnny dipped down, hands rubbing over the insides of your thighs; he had spent so many nights dreaming of being in this exact position, fucking into his clenched fist, imagining it was your pussy. He pulled the cloth of your thong to the side, humming as he blew cold air across your wet folds.

"Stop teasing me, Johnny," You whined, nails scratching across his scalp. The sound of his name - not his call-sign - coming from your lips in such a sinful way made his cock twitch. He placed his hot mouth over your clit, closing his eyes as his tongue swirled in small circles around the bundle of nerves.

You let out a moan, throwing your head back against the sheets. You bit your bottom lip as his hands secured over the front of your thighs, pulling you closer to his face. He pulled away slightly, fingers rubbing over your folds before he sank his index finger into your pussy. His middle finger joined soon after as he kitten licked your clit, fingers curling to hit your g-spot.

"Johnny," You cried out, writhing in pleasure, making his free arm fold around your hips as he held you in place. He groaned, turning his head to suck a hickey into the soft skin of your inner thigh." Feels so good - want you to fuck me so hard," You cooed as this thumb rubbed circles over your sensitive clit.

He pulled away, hands spreading your thighs," Such a pretty pussy." crawling over you body to kiss you hard, teasing your folds with his hard cock.

You let out a gasp as he slowly sank himself inside you, inch by inch. "Wanted to do this for so long." He kissed you deeply, groaning as you took his bottom lip between your teeth and pulled lightly. Your mouth fell open, crying out as he began with slow, deep thrusts.

Your brows knitted together as his length pressed into your g-spot. "Right there, yeah?" He asked in a slightly teasing tone, hand coming to wrap around the front of your throat, grasping gently. He thrusted into the same spot again, humming when you let out a squeal at the stimulation. He gave a heavier thrust, swallowing your moans with a kiss.

" Harder - fuck me harder," You stared into his eyes, challenging him. He quirked a brow, pulling your legs up to rest over his shoulders, palms pressing your knees down towards your chest. The change of angle allowed him to reach deeper than before, as he rammed into you, groaning as your walls squeezed tightly around him. Your hand covered your mouth in an attempt to suppress your moans, mindful that you two weren't the only ones on base.

Johnny peeled your hand away, linking your fingers together with a grin," Let them hear, Gorgeous - fuck - let them hear how good I'm making you feel." Your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself nearing your climax, reaching between your legs with your free hand to rub your clit in time with his thrusts.

"Fuckin' hell," Johnny slowed his thrusts as he felt your walls clenched around him as you came, arms wrapping around the back of his neck. He groaned into the crook of your neck; you thought he was about to cum but he didn't. He gave you a languid kiss, before slowly pulling out of you," Want you to ride me."

His hands came to rest on your hips, pulling you up with him as he laid on his back. You blushed slightly as you swung a leg over his waist, reaching down to guide his tip through your folds, sinking down on him slowly. Johnny grinned up at you as you swivelled your hips, his cock digging into your g-spot. "Shit," You cried, placing your palms on his chest as you began to thrust down onto him. He bit his lip with a smirk, hands smoothing down to grasp your ass as he watched your tits bounce. You leaned down, pressing your lips to his in a heated kiss; he thrusted up into you, smiling as you moaned into his mouth.

"Cum for me, gorgeous," Johnny's length twitched inside of you as you tried to meet his thrusts," Come on, make me cum." He cooed, groaning as he felt your walls tighten around him, your hips stalling against his. His arms wound around you tightly as he came, hugging you to his chest.

You lifted your hips off him, rolling to lay beside him as you both panted, trying to catch your breath. You turned your head, meeting his adoring gaze with a smile, turning to cuddle into his side. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, arm wrapping around your form, holding you to him.

"So...I take it you fancy me too then, Darlin'?"

[hanazawat]

thinking about how cool, calm, and collected teru was always a front to begin with. it became a reality he had to adapt to in order to survive.

the reality teru has before meeting mob is this: he lives on his own, he asked to live alone, no one has visited his apartment, his parents live overseas, he believes himself to be the only natural born psychic there is, he has been targeted by a terrorist group trying to kidnap him and brainwash him into being a manufactured esper soldier, all the other espers he has met have been claw grunts

the has lead teru to believe he is the main character of this world. he is arrogant, egotistical, thinks he is better than others due to his powers, and uses his powers to get his way without ever revealing he is an esper. this has gained him popularity status and morphed his perception of the world and himself

from the second he meets mob his world is flipped on its head

first off, teru is shocked to see mob is a natural

[ID: two screenshots of teru. in the first he says “are you a natural” in the second : “there’s another like me?” /END ID]

he wants to ask mob questions about it! (and im mad we never get to know what they are!) but his fight or flight kicks in. the only espers he’s met up until this point have tried to attack him. he does the only thing he knows and he needs to establish that he is more powerful than mob. in the episode prior, he tells the body improvement club that people always underestimate him.

[ID: first screenshot is of a stormy sky. teru says: “society always underestimates me…” second and third screenshots he is standing in front of the body improvement club saying: “fools who don’t try to look beneath the surface…that’s why you’re so easy to control.” /END ID]

i’m still not entirely sure what this is in reference to. who in society? just being a kid in the world? the fact people dont expect him to be a powerful esper? in context it refers to strength and size, so that perhaps? he mentions fools that are easy to control…so it could be his classmates?

earlier he says

[ID: screenshots of text teru says. “Those pieces of trash lying around here are the symbols of my authority within my life at school. And now that you’ve shattered that, you’ve basically thrown mud in my face.” /END ID]

first of all, wonderful foreshadowing here. second, teru is acting cool and calm during this altercation. he sees what he’s up against. a group of big burly guys, but commoners nonetheless. he can take them down with ease and he does.

then enters mob, who teru hadn’t noticed, saying that he shouldn’t use his powers on other people. immediately, the suave and cool guy we’ve seen teru been up until this point is SHOCKED.

which returns us to my first point. teru goes into fight or flight mode. all the other espers he’s encountered in the past, he’s had to fight. he needs to prove he is better than them in order to establish him being the best.

so, he tries to get mob to fight him. and we know how that goes, mob refuses. he knows it’s wrong to use your psychic powers against other people because it can lead to others getting hurt. this only makes teru angry. why isn’t this other guy trying to fight back, isn’t he on the same page? if he was here for a reason, he would be fighting. but no, mobs reaction is to become friends…which teru rejects.

teru sees this as a mockery of his powers. why would anyone want to work on bettering other parts of themselves? his powers made him special. they gave him attention and the life that he wants. why would someone who also has that gift refuse to use them? someone who appears weak and got himself tied up by his lackeys…why is he refusing to fight? this is making teru angrier and angrier. he’s going to go after mob with his full power to prove he is the best!

and then this guy says:

[ID: screenshot of teru in his fighting stance with mob in the background. mob says: “If it wasn’t me, you could hurt someone.” /END ID]

and teru loses it

[ID: close-up shot of teru. he says: “quit underestimating my powers!” /END ID]

teru’s not looking to rationalize or listen to what mob has to say. he wants to fight so he’s going to do what he can’t to get mob to fight back, constantly pushing him more and more, until oops, he gets ochimusha’d. and of course his ego and appearance is all he has, so vanity pushes him from making fighting threats to killing intent

and then mob has a moment of clarity, we all know the scene. “I just realized why you hold such animosity toward me. you don’t like me because we’re the same.”

and mob hits the nail on the head. without psychic powers, teru has no confidence in himself. his ego is built on them alone. take them away and he has nothing. no more standing out. he’s scared of that realization, that without his powers he is just a lonely, average person.

all of this is right, but, what mob doesn’t know is that he’s adding salt (ha) to teru’s wounds he also is afraid of confronting. mob doesn’t know teru’s circumstances, he’s rightfully calling him out but, teru is a terribly lonely child. he even admits in a quote above that his authority (as a powerful esper) only extends to his life at school. what about outside of school? does teru’s ego and confidence remain where he doesn’t have authority and power?

when teru is choking mob out, flashes of the perfect life he made for himself appear before shattering (told you it was foreshadowing). we see him doing well on tests, getting praise from classmates and teachers, doing well in sports, getting cookies and being asked out from girls at his school…all school-related activities. there is one exception. one thing that was only shown in the manga: teru’s mom

[ID: manga panel of Teru’s mom. “I’m proud of my son, Teruki.” she says.]

when we know nothing about teru, this just seems like another line of praise teru has gotten to fuel his ego. but we do know things about teru that makes this…questionable. this is the only appearance we ever get from teru’s parents in the entire series. teru lives alone without his parents, parents that work overseas. he’s been living alone for a few years now and even before then his parents weren’t around often. he’s 14. those parents don’t visit him often and he’s left alone during school vacations. vacations where he doesn’t know how to relax. teru has also been attacked by a terrorist organization. he knows this organization brainwashes child espers into becoming part of a manufactured esper army. he knows this because he overheard it while fighting an adult esper who was trying to kidnap him.

i would be hard pressed to argue it’s not implied that teru’s behavior is a result of coping with neglect and trauma. just cover up all those issues with the idea you were put on this earth to be the main character. you aren’t weird or lonely, you’re special and powerful. your powers make you confident because they’re cool! the things you do with them make people like and pay attention to you. but don’t let them know you have super powers, it’s just your natural charm.

it’s weird how the majority of praise teru gets comes from school, but he has never invited classmates, or anyone for that matter, over to his apartment.

[ID: manga panel of a outside shot of teru’s apartment. teru says: “this is my apartment. you’re my first visitor, by the way. dimple-kun told me everything.”]

there’s some sort of metaphor here with teru’s apartment, but i can’t put my finger on it. it’s just curious how how teru breaks from being told he’s nothing and lonely without his powers. but his apartment is a place away from school where he’ll be alone with no need to show off. he would get no attention at home either. why was mob your first visitor to an apartment you’ve had since the start of middle school. you are the most popular student at your school as a 2nd year student. you said you don’t know what to do with yourself in the summer…why don’t you have any real friends?

why was mob the first one?

teru you’ve said so much with the things you haven’t said.

if teru is so afraid of admitting he’s lonely, why does he say this when mob passes out/teru thinking he killed him?

[ID: screenshot of mob passed out on the floor. teru says: “wait! don’t leave me behind!” offscreen. /END ID]

also why does he mention this beforehand?

[ID: screenshot of teru being punched in the face by mob. he says “people can’t change that easily” /END ID]

perhaps he is projecting. perhaps he is afraid to change…seeing how his hands are wrapped around another boy’s neck that tried to befriend him. someone that noticed he was lonely and that he had put up a front this whole time. that the praise he gets is superficial and he has no true friends. maybe he is afraid of being himself because being yourself means confronting that loneliness.

[ID: four panels of the manga. first one is teru walking away from mob’s passed out body. it says: “kageyama shigeo vs hanazawa teruki. the first encounter between two espers has ended in a tie. the second panel shows a storm cloud with rain falling. it says: “teru couldn’t surpass mob’s psychic power. mob couldn’t protect himself perfectly either.” third panel shows teru looking down pensively. it says: “both refused to back down from their principles, the result is…there is no winner…only a feeling of emptiness remained in their chests…” the forth panel has no narration. teru faces the viewer, away from mob’s body. he looks past the viewer, he’s eyes narrowed. /END ID]

what do you think he’s thinking here?

[tyrannycry]

This is my absolute favorite scene in RE3R.

Reaches out a hand to him in concern.

Her hesitance to shoot him.

And I always wondered why something so sickly in nature felt so heartwarming to me.

It’s personal

We are able to get into Jill’s mind and truly figure out how she’s feeling, just like in the beginning of the game, there's another dream sequence. The dream sequence that is played at the beginning of the game starts with Jill in her room. Jill makes her way into the bathroom and looks herself into the mirror. Suddenly, she turns into a zombie.

Then she pulls the trigger.

This is obviously a reference to the Spencer Mansion incident, as she clearly has unresolved feelings from that very night. But what I find interesting is what both the hospital dream and this dream have in common.  I don’t think that the two dreams are similar in a way that they both deal with the Spencer mansion(safe for the bathroom dream), it’s because-

Jill and Carlos turn into zombies. 

 I think that the hospital dream signifies something else. They both end up losing control over themselves and succumb to whatever virus that they have. Jill shoots herself, Carlos attacks Jill, they both are sudden and unexpected. The fact that she’s having this dream means she is scared, not only for herself but for Carlos. Since he’s present in her dream, it’s obvious that she’s awaiting his arrival.    

The question is, how’d she know Carlos was the one who brought her into the hospital? Well, she had to have been semi-conscious as he hoisted over to safety.

“You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” Probably rang in her head the whole time. So she wasn't completely unconscious enough not to pick up on that. She could understand that he was going to help her, but most likely just didn’t know exactly how.

Initially thought Tyrell gave her the vaccine, since he was the only one she saw as she woke up.

Face of realization. 

At this point, she asks herself, “Oh, he did all of that?” 

That promise clearly meant a lot to Jill. That time she was sitting in that hospital bed, she had subconsciously made that notion that she could finally trust Carlos. Although there is another moment when trust was tested.

Before Jill boarded the subway(this is before the hospital section), Carlos saves Jill yet again from Nemesis, he’s actually the only one to go out and save her. So this moment was significant for both of them. Interestingly enough, Jill didn’t like Carlos touching her at the start of the game, now at this point. She actually welcomes it, of course there wasn’t much time for question as they now both became the target to Nemesis at that point since it’s clear that they had to haul ass. Not only does she welcome it, but she also actually initiates the contact herself.

After escaping Nemesis, the two have a brief yet very telling exchange. 

Right here, right here is where their relationship completely shifts. She’s quite literally telling him, “I'm ready to make amends with you.” This is where Jill finally lets herself have an open mind to Carlos. She gives herself a chance to accept him. The lie that Jill initially believed that Carlos was not someone who she could find alliance in, then this lie gets tested once the event described above happens. Accepting Carlos, meant that she had to shove past her bias against him and see him for who he truly is.  He didn’t have to tell his team to wait for her, as she was the only one out there alive and basically used herself for bait. Yet, he did, he came back for her as she radioed him out of sheer panic. 

This even comes from Carlos’ side as well, he admires her for altruism because he too, also genuinely cares about the people, they both have that common goal.

“You’ll be safe.”

As a U.B.C.S. it may be his job to protect people, but with Jill it’s different. He felt the need to announce that Jill specifically would be safe. There’s some hidden meaning behind this, why he felt like he had to say it. He wants her to know that he cares about her too. And you can tell that he’s pretty happy that she had revelation with him.

This moment is also sincere because it shows depth in Jill’s character and their relationship overall, Jill can find the strength to forgive and accept someone. But, just because someone accepts you, that does not immediately mean that they trust you.

Like acceptance, trust is normally built through a bond. Yet, having trust with someone is a closeness with each other, when you trust someone you can put your life on them. When you accept someone you can fully embrace their differences with you. This is why I think her trust came later, because it truly meant something once the “find and detain” mission for Dr. Bard became “find and obtain”(Vaccine). Once Jill was infected, that was all Carlos could worry about, trudging through hordes of zombies just to secure a vaccine, all just for one woman he had only known for hours.

His desperation truly showed by the way he laid her ass down into the hospital bed after finally obtaining the vaccine.

Gingerly turns her over

Desperately wanting her to come to.

Carlos hung his head low. He couldn’t think of anything else but Jill, and even waited for her just to wake up. Almost as if he was guarding her. 

And him immediately springing up, proves how deep in thought he was as he instinctively pointed his gun towards the door.

Regardless, just because something is intimate, that does not mean that it is always romantic, neither does that negate any possibilities as such. Intimacy is a shared closeness with another person.

[fushigidane]

Personal skills for the awakening kids

i wish awakening had personal skills SO BAD it's not even funny.

anyway. i thought up some personal skills for the 2nd gen. these are all made within the context of 3h as that's the au that's been swimming about in my head for several weeks hence any reference to those mechanics but pls enjoy :) :)

lucina

gee, lucina, how come mum lets YOU bring the overpowered game mechanic to other games--

basically just the engage chain attack feature as lucina there is The Chain Attack Emblem. killassisting killstealing left and right. would serve really well with 3h's love of chunky hp monsters. the weapon durability aspect is kind of incentive to always have her equip falchion (3h regalia should NOT have limited durability and in THIS essay i will--) or a forged training weapon as the damage is fixed.

this probably could transfer to fateswakening where this would proc on top of normal dual strikes, but another option i thought up for her would be the ability to dual strike for anyone as long as the targeted enemy is within her movement range (i.e. she can dual strike without being adjacent to an ally)

owain

i wanted to make the fateswakening trio's skills distinct from their fates counterparts... though i wouldn't be able to use aching blood in a 3h setting anyway as it has no weapon naming feature. truly tragic.

this is probably self-explanatory: owain does extra damage when using any attack that has a name bc He Gets Excited. it would apply to each individual strike rather than the total damage number, and part of me wonders if this would make 3h-astra actually viable.

also, rip to like half the crests in 3h which have this exact effect but separate and worse since they're a non-guaranteed proc. we honour your sacrifice so owain could rise

inigo

3h's authority makes rally skills pretty easy to get, but the fact they only affect one unit means i barely use them and it makes me sad. inigo deserves his funky little rallies and he will GET his funky little rallies.

this skill would also apply to the stat boost from special dance (though not the dance effect itself).

not much else to say. i just think this skill is neat

brady

this is basically the skill stealth, which is otherwise exclusive to the thief/assassin/trickster classes in 3h. it puts the unit at the bottom of the priority list for enemy attacks so they will only be attacked if there are NO other viable targets.

great for a healing brady. i always put him in a support role so this is perfect for me. less great if you want brady to be a combatant as it limits what you can do on enemy phase, but you could still use it to your advantage

i just have this image of enemies seeing a healer on the battlefield, going to attack them, and then being hit by this Stare of Promised Violence that makes them back off and decide to attack,, idk. fucking dedue instead. and brady is sitting here confused bc he didn't do anything (it's just his normal face)

kjelle

She Will Not Be Knocked Over. armour too strong. 10/10. truly a GET DOWN MR PRESIDENT skill of all time, as she has earned

this skill means she takes the damage but doesn't get movement sealed or debuffed or anything after being hit by a gambit. Not Even The Force Of Ten Dozen Men Charging Will Faze You.

a fateswakening equivalent i considered would be preventing specifically armour-effective damage i.e. from hammers or armourslayers, so they just deal normal damage instead (or, in fates' case, the weapons get hit with the non-effective target debuff).

cynthia

basically a stronger but more situational variant of elise's and flayn's lily's poise. all about protecting the vulnerable, plays into her more sensible (read: comparative to owain) idea of heroism.

i personally like this a lot bc i always always go falcon knight cynthia (it feels better) and cynthia with a healer flavour... mwah.

i'm generally a massive fan of aura skills (i.e. buffs to allies within a certain range of a unit) and this is the type of skill that could definitely save your units after an unfortunate mistake

severa

THE COUNTERPART TO BERUKA'S PERSONAL THAT SELENA SHOULD HAVE HAD. NO I WILL NOT TAKE CRITICISM they did her SOOO dirty with her fates personal--

aside from being perfect personality-wise (she WILL prove she is better than others--), this also syncs well with most classes severa will find herself in. swords are pretty much wholly 1-range weapons, so are usually facing a counterattack, except the levin sword...but nobody is rushing to give her that. (she has a 10% MAG growth in awakening, which is quite literally the lowest available...)

i wanted to name this competitive but apparently that's takumi's personal skill name. so rude of him

gerome

local teenager fixates on dragons, more at 6

he's studied dragons + minervikins so hard he knows how to fight beside them in a way that lets them fight to the fullest. also he gets so secretly happy (and it is secret do not tell a soul) to be next to a dragon that he too fights better.

this would apply equally to wyvern units and units that are dragons in non-dragon classes e.g. a mage nah.

gerome <3

yarne

the original name of this skill was sudden brevity until i realised brevity does not mean what i clearly thought it did when i wrote it.

an improved version of strong riposte from fates. poor yarne spends so much time wanting to hide on player phase that any damage he is directed to deal is only mediocre, but when enemies attack HIM on ENEMY phase, he's like oh shit gotta survive--

DONT MESS WITH A BUNNY indeed :)

laurent

3h's limits on spell learning means this basically has a cap of +10 in the late game, but even that is still mega broken. this skill would serve as a really strong incentive to train his reason/faith in the early game and the extra power you get from learning spells would scale well as you progress further.

now that the meta is out the way, this skill is like when a character (not necessarily a fe one) gets a new skill in a game and there's this super exaggerated powerup sound effect and a victory quote, and you're just like... 'all you learned was how to wear heavier armour' but with THIS skill it's actually VALID

knowledge = power and also justification for laurent joining the cast of fodlan characters found near exclusively in the library

noire

it's a little criminal that awakening wasn't able to give us something that reflects noire's blood and thunder state in combat aside from her crit quotes, so this is what i came up with.

the more she fights, the more BLOOD AND THUNDER she gets.

it makes the most sense that her offense would be the one boosted, and even though she's an archer she can fill a good role as a mixed attacker (i WISH awakening had a shining bow), hence STR/MAG being boosted. i briefly considered SPD, but noire has one of the best base speed growths in the game anyway (before growth inheritance; she's on par with lon'qu and a speed-boon robin, and weirdly only beat out by PANNE with 55 base speed for some reason) so it'd be a little redundant when she already doubles everything

nah

this is based off that odd quirk of nah's where she always forgets she can turn into a dragon. i think of her support with f!morgan all the time, where she spends ages trying to learn how to catch a wyrmslayer and in the end realises it was a wasted effort bc she doesn't even fight in her human form and her dragon arms are too small to do what she learned.

"until engaging in combat" applies to combat initiated with nah on either player OR enemy phase. you'd have to have her avoid combat completely for this skill to build up. it would apply to offensive non-damaging magic e.g. silence, but wouldn't apply to healing, so nah could spend her time doing that.

this is a skill you need to dedicate yourself to using yourself, but in the hypothetical scenario where she's a boss, this skill is absolutely terrifying. especially if you took all the limiters off. it would actually make for a very fun map i think--the best fe maps are those that make you go on the offensive IMO, but that's not exactly what this post is about, so i'll move on.

f!morgan

i've made separate skills for the morgans because their supports are different enough that they feel like different characters to me, even if just slightly. it's why i always like them as twins.

what i wanted with the morgans is a skill that hints at what they were before losing their memory and joining the shepherds. for this one, though she is a wyvern lord in future past 2 she is a malig knight in my heart. they just hadn't yet invented malig knights when they made her. this skill is based on its lvl15 skill, savage blow. (to be clear, the 5 extra damage would also apply after combat).

this is a fun one that's good for crowd control and mopping up large groups of enemies, especially with the existence of 3h canto where you can just swoop out of enemy range after obliterating their movement.

it's a very fitting skill if you have morgan in, say, a wyvern class or even dark flier. but if you put her in a dainty little base pegasus knight class... the image of a fragile little pegasus that will fall to like two axes hunting people down is kind of hilarious. sorry morgy

m!morgan

last but not least, the son himself... likewise to f!morgan, i wanted this skill to reflect who he was before the shepherds. he's a sorcerer in the future past 1, which is why i wanted this skill to be dark magic based. both morgans having skills that debuff enemies is another intentional choice.

it's loosely based upon the -taker skills. this skill isn't as powerful as them (you get less stat per proc and the cap is smaller) but you can gain the boosts without delivering the killing blow and you have more variety in what boosts you can get. morgan tends to be a jack-of-all-trades like robin, so an all-round boost is good for him.

past morgan was probably pretty scary with this, but present morgan without a hint of memory now just goes around Yoinking enemy stats. Morgan Says Teehee Mine Now. as he should :)

[dr-futbol-blog]

Runner, Pt. 7

As he is staring down the barrel of Ronon's gun, Sheppard seems to get an acute case of "the enemy of my enemy is my friend" and hence offers to help the stranger in exchange for their freedom. His reasoning is probably that having this guy out there fighting the wraith can only help them out in the long run. And also, he needs to get to Ford and to make sure McKay is safe, so he might as well try anything.

I will draw your attention to the fact that he has not placed his body between Teyla and the gun, even though he's seen Teyla taken down twice by it already. Granted, we don't know what Sheppard would do if Ronon had threatened Teyla's life to get him to play ball with him but while he seems very keen to disarm Ronon here, swaying on his feet as he's trying to think of what to do next, his instinct is not to protect Teyla with his own body. Not like we have seen him do for McKay many times in the past, nary with a conscious decision. As Ronon turns the gun on Teyla, Sheppard full on stops himself from getting in front of the gun. He is trying to keep the man's attention on himself, he is trying to talk them out of this, but it's very clear that between the barrel of the gun and Teyla is not a place he wants to be. He makes an active choice not to do that.

Ronon seems skeptical of Sheppard's offer, and given what his life must have been like for the past seven years, he probably has no reason to trust anyone easy. Sheppard sighs, and turns away from him as Ronon seems to turn down his offer, and this very much looks to be a manipulation tactic. As mentioned before, Sheppard appears to have had some training in psychological warfare, he is very practiced in manipulating hostiles in many different ways, and here he very much looks to be doing that. While Ronon is clearly a formidable warrior whose instincts have served him well for him to have survived for so long, he is still quite young and unequipped to deal with the kind of skills Sheppard has for incapacitating an enemy. Sheppard has been working him the whole time they have been his captives, and he's just trying another angle here:

Sheppard: You know, there's a chance we could help you. Dex: How? Sheppard: We know a pretty good doctor. Maybe he could take that tracking device out of you. Dex: You think I haven't tried? Sheppard: Suit yourself.

Sure, it could be that Sheppard is merely weary, that he's actually feeling so morose that he just doesn't care anymore. Doesn't care what happens to this man, to Teyla, or to himself. It's possible. But there definitely seems to be a performative quality to his sigh. The way he looks away, presses his head down and looks deflated. Sheppard is not going to turn his eyes away from a gun pointed at him unless he had a good reason for it. He is making a performative display of emotion to provoke a complementary emotion in the target, which is a very effective manipulation technique especially when one is in a weaker power position, as he is here. He's not angry, he's disappointed. And it seems to work, too.

Although not trusting him yet by any means, Ronon is immediately intrigued:

Dex: And why would you do that? Sheppard: Because I'm a nice guy. Look, I told you. You hate the wraith, we hate the wraith. It's something we all have in common. We just want our friend back. Dex: You get this tracking device out of me, I'll get your friend back for you. Sheppard: OK, good. It's a deal.

Another reference to friends is made. But what's really concerning is Sheppard's quip about being a nice guy. He says this dripping with sarcasm. He clearly does not believe it about himself for one moment. He even shakes his head no as he says it, which just confirms that he does not believe what he says (it's a common tell when people are lying that their heads either nod or shake to the opposite effect of their words). He says "I'm a nice guy" like he's basically saying "fuck you, that's why".

His actual reasons are to get free, get Ford, and let this guy loose on the wraith. He knows that he's not a nice guy. If he was a nice guy, Ford never would have run out on him. If he was a nice guy, McKay would want to be with him. If he was a nice guy, he could actually be McKay's friend and not be such a dick toward him just because his own heart is aching. He's trying so hard to do the right thing and it always seems to come out wrong. So maybe he can do something for this guy. Maybe he can do something right by someone, for a change.

Leaving Teyla behind, Sheppard takes off at a run to the jumper. And note that yet again, he does not offer to stay himself and let Teyla go back to the jumper to relay the message to Atlantis. He full on leaves a defenseless woman alone in the woods with a man he knows very little about, and what little he knows tells him he's a very dangerous man. And yes, he sees Teyla as a warrior first. But it's obvious here that he has trouble seeing her as a woman at all.

And while Ronon probably hasn't had sex for a very long time, he never seems interested in Teyla that way. This, however, doesn't change the fact that this could have been a very bad idea, a very bad call from Sheppard. It's the ever-enduring spark of humanity in Ronan that saved the day (in more ways than one) here, not the exceptional military strategy employed by Sheppard. Like, he doesn't even offer to stay in her stead. It doesn't even occur to him that he could do that. He has very literally been willing to give up his own life several times to keep McKay safe but seems to display none of that instinct here. But let's say it's because he has such respect for Teyla as a warrior and because McKay is such an asset for them.

Once Sheppard is back at the jumper, he discovers that Lorne has lost McKay in the woods. His reaction is interesting. But first note that his first question, the first thing that interests him as he makes it back, is about McKay. He says "Where's Lorne?" to one of Lorne's men because that's who they know, that's who they are in contact with, it's Lorne that is the context for these men. But his interest in Lorne's whereabouts is about McKay, because he had entrusted McKay to him and the last information he has, McKay was with Lorne. He probably expected to find McKay in the same place he would find Lorne.

That's his first priority, finding McKay. And you can tell that this is the case by the fact that as he actually sees Lorne, Sheppard is barely paying attention to him. His "What happened to you?" sounds distracted, not like he has actual concern for Lorne's well-being. And as he passes Lorne, he turns to look at the soldier that was seated next to him, making mental note of the fact that it is not McKay. But before he has time to ask about the thing that he actually cares about, Lorne volunteers the information.

If we saw McKay basically not react to them losing contact with Sheppard earlier, Sheppard now responds to Lorne's report about having lost McKay with only an offhand "Great!" Only, it's not a case of dissociation with him, it's just the amount of feeling that he's willing to show to his men. Sheppard has the exact same response to the arrival of wraith darts through the gate later on. That's the same amount of fucked he thinks he is having apparently lost McKay. But the thing is, we don't actually get to see the full extent of his reaction to this. He runs into the jumper and immediately starts dialing the gate to contact Atlantis, and we then cut away.

However, it seems as though Sheppard's level of urgency rises between him asking Lorne what was the matter with him and Lorne mentioning McKay being missing. He's punching up the gate symbols like there was a fire under him, all of a sudden. Sure, he came to the jumper at a run but given that he had left Teyla alone with this stranger, it doesn't seem like his original plan to get Beckett to come to the planet to help them with the guy's tracker was that time sensitive. Sure, they need to get a move on but there's no desperation. Now, McKay having gone missing? That is time sensitive. Every second he doesn't know where that man is is a second too many.

So, how come we don't see Sheppard react to McKay having gone missing? We don't get to hear Sheppard's call to Atlantis and the next time we see him, he's busy bringing Beckett back to Ronan's cave. So, he doesn't care that much, right? Only, Weir mentions McKay to Beckett as he's preparing to leave for his house-call on the alien planet meaning that Sheppard obviously had told her about it and very likely had extracted all the details about it from Lorne during the call, as it seems like Weir knows precisely what had happened. So, it tells us Sheppard was at least interested. But the thing is, later Ford takes out a pair of marines searching the forest for something which means that before Sheppard had left the jumper with Beckett, he had ordered the others to look for McKay.

The reason he did not go himself was because as (presumably, given how he managed to clip Acastus Kolya while he was holding Weir as hostage) the best sharp shooter of the lot, it was up to him to keep the expedition's chief medical officer and McKay's best friend alive through the ordeal. He personally had to go back to the cave. But everyone else that was not guarding the gate was on McKay duty. It's never explicitly mentioned and yet it's very obvious that's what is going on with the marines in the woods. They're even cautious as McKay jumps up from the bushes, clearly expecting some terrible thing to be at his heels.

But despite the fact that a whole lot of people seem to be worried about McKay, he's handling himself pretty well given how unhinged Ford seems to be. Their interaction also gives us insight into just how McKay is doing in his life, all things considered. For one, he seems to be in much better physical condition than Lorne had believed:

Ford: Why are you stopping? McKay: Because I am tired, and you have no idea where you're going. Ford: How do you know? McKay: We've been walking around in circles for hours!

Not only have they been wading through difficult terrain for hours, McKay has been doing all of it in the rubber suit, with nothing to drink the whole time. Anyone would be exhausted from this. He's also hypoglycemic and hasn't had anything to eat in hours, either. McKay seems to have a lot of stamina. But it looks like that's not even the reason why he stopped here. He clearly loses his footing and, embarrassed by this, attempts to cover for it by taking a pose. It's actually pretty similar to Sheppard's first trek through the woods with Teyla in Rising (S0102), where Sheppard loses his footing and tries to be real smooth about his landing. McKay tells Ford he's tired to cover up for losing his balance not because that was the reason.

And speaking of things these two do in a similar way, as couples often adopt mannerisms from the other, McKay rotates his hand quickly as the mentions the word "circle" here, a visual representation of the shape. Sheppard did the same thing using his head (as his hands were tied) when he mentioned "circle" to Ronon earlier.

Furthermore, this may be another case of distorted perception of time for McKay. He tells Ford he feels like they've been walking around for hours, but given that they are now expecting the wraith to arrive on the planet any minute and Sheppard does seem to be trying to speed things along, this is likely an exaggeration. And again time feels longer to him, it seems to him like his suffering is prolonged, a common sign of dissociation.

Now, while Ford seems to be projecting hardcore as he unloads on McKay here, no longer having his CO as a reason to keep his thoughts regarding McKay to himself, he does seem to manage to strike a few nerves with McKay. McKay's voice breaks as he responds to Ford's tirade because his accusation is true, as far as McKay is concerned. For a man that hasn't had that many friends in his life, he sure has let them down a lot lately:

Ford: So that's it -- you just give up, is that it? That's what you do, isn't it -- you give up on your friends when they need you most! McKay: No-one's given up on you, Ford! We wanna help you! Ford: I'm talking about Major Sheppard and Teyla. McKay: Lieutenant Colonel Sheppard.

Furthermore, McKay's bitterness for Sheppard's promotion seems to come out full force here. Ford interprets McKay's words as him making fun of him for having forgotten Sheppard's new title where that probably wasn't even close to what McKay intended with his tone.

McKay seems to spit out the title with thinly veiled disdain either toward Sheppard being promoted or toward the US military in general. He himself had trouble remembering the new title a whole month later (perhaps indicative of some mental resistance toward the information on his part), so Ford not being able to remember it here is not surprising in the least, nor is it a target for mockery for McKay. But what we can see here clearly is that McKay has a problem with Sheppard's promotion, and this problem is definitely not that he doesn't think Sheppard deserved it. His attitude must have some other motivation. Like the fact that he thinks the promotion is one of the obstacles now permanently between the two of them, stopping them from getting to each other.

But because Ford is expecting McKay to make fun of him, he takes offense at this. He's expecting McKay to make fun of him because his interpretation of their past team dynamic is that McKay and Sheppard made fun of him ("Oh, so it's OK when you guys do it"), they hazed the young soldier. And again, he continues projecting:

Ford: Alright -- Lieutenant Colonel. So Ford's lost it, Ford's all crazy, Ford can't even remember a simple little thing. McKay: Hey, I never said that! Although the fact that you keep referring to yourself in the third person does indicate clinical dissociation.

But the ugly truth of the matter is that Ford was barely on McKay's radar, for him he was a blunt instrument. He regarded Ford in a way that he hates to be treated himself. And here, Ford is holding up a mirror to his face, forcing him to take a look at himself. If McKay wasn't dissociating so hard, all of this might actually hurt. But although Ford seems to be lashing out due to his own issues, he's digging up dirt from his own subconscious to fling at McKay, he does manage to say things that, while not necessarily factually true, McKay believes to be true about himself at the end of the day. What Ford says to him just reinforces what McKay already thinks about himself, and it's notable that he has no arguments against it.

Ford: You don't even know what a friend is, do you, McKay? All you care about is yourself. McKay: Will you relax?! Ford: You relax! You're pathetic. You were always making fun of me. You wanna play a game? Pick on Ford. I could shoot you and leave you here to die. McKay: Shoot me? When did this escalate to physical violence?

McKay is selfish, he's aware of that. He needed time to sort through his feelings. He needed Sheppard t be honest with him. He needed Sheppard to let him in. He needed Sheppard to trust him. He needed Sheppard to consider him. He needed Sheppard to be there for him. He needed Sheppard to want him, to love him, to choose him. He needed, he needed, he needed. And he had never really even stopped to consider what Sheppard might need. He really was a bad friend, and a worse lover. He did only care about himself. No one had ever accused him of caring too much about other people. Most people were abstractions to him and the few people he did consider his friends, he treated poorly. But Ford didn't have to throw all of that to his face like that.

The thing to note here is that McKay seems not at all intimidated by Ford. And this seems to have nothing to do with him believing Ford is still the same old Ford who would not hurt him, or that he just doesn't realize how the wraith enzyme must be affecting his mind (he did see Ford almost choke the life out of his best friend right in front of him, after all; he knows Ford is far from alright), or that he's displaying any special brand of bravery here. It's much more concerning than that. Like Sheppard earlier, McKay seems not to care what happens to him. McKay is being held together by such a thin thread that he seems to be very close to his breaking point, and all of the things he's been keeping inside for the past months suddenly come tumbling out of him:

McKay: Alright, you wanna shoot me, shoot me! Fine! I don't care. It'll just save me suffering one of the many horribly painful deaths I have in line from having been exposed to this much radiation! And, quite frankly, it'll prove just how far gone you are!

He goes off on Ford. And his diatribe has nothing whatsoever to do with Ford, he simply can't take any more suffering, he has reached his limit. While he adds the words "from having been exposed to this much radiation" as though he was talking about just now, was talking about just the day he's had, it's much more than that. We know from The Siege (S02E01) that he has been thinking about death, all the terrible ways to die, for a while now ("Slow death, quick death, painful death, cold, lonely death..."). McKay is in so much anguish over what transpired in the past few months that some part of him thinks it would be a relief if someone ended him, ended his suffering.

McKay keeps this mostly under wraps, losing himself in his work. Mostly he seems functional, his old normal self, focused on doing things. But this is what he's hiding inside the whole time. This is what he tries to protect Sheppard from by not letting the man close to him. This has been eating him up inside ever since he watched Peter Grodin give up his life for nothing, ever since he watched that dot that was Sheppard's jumper move inevitably toward the hive on the screen in the control platform. He loves Sheppard too much to let him to be hurt by this venom.

But still, in his heart of hearts, McKay does not want to die. It's not over for him, either.

Having no more words to say, Ford shoots up the woods around McKay, and this makes him suddenly snap out of the dark place he was at. McKay even empathizes with Ford as he stops to really listen what the man is telling him. He can relate to feeling all alone. He can relate to someone not trusting him. Even though he does not think so himself, McKay does care about people. He doesn't always understand them, they frequently get in his way and irritate him because he's quicker than most, but he cares a lot. He cares so much that he has been ready to give up his own life on several occasions so that others might have the fighting chance to live. And he cares about Ford enough to want to bring him back home:

Ford: I'm sorry. Look, you don't know what it's like, almost dying like I did, having your friends turn on you, no-one trusts you. I'm out here all alone. McKay: You don't have to be alone, Ford. Look, this drug is messing with your head. Come back to the jumper with me -- we'll go back to Atlantis, and Doctor Beckett may even be able to figure out a way for you to keep all your new super-powers, huh? Ford: You think? McKay: Sure, why not?

Again his voice breaks when he tells Ford that he doesn't have to be alone. He wishes so much that someone would say these words to him. That he didn't have to be alone. The loneliness he felt now, all the time, was unbearable because for a moment, he hadn't been alone. He hadn't been lonely. He had loved someone and he had been loved. Who ever said that it was better to have loved and lost than never having loved at all had certainly not been marooned in another galaxy having to watch the love of their life without being able to get to them. That was being alone.

For a moment it seems like McKay, with his genuine plea at Ford, is able to reach him but then the madness overtakes him again. Ford seems to be obsessing over finding Sheppard, and McKay can relate to that too. As Ford takes off, he actually lets McKay go free here. McKay has the chance to just walk away, go back to the jumper, go back to see if Lorne is alright. Get some help, find out what's going on.

Ford: First we've gotta save Colonel Sheppard and Teyla. McKay: No, no, wait. Ford: No! That'll prove that I'm OK. You go back to the jumper, I'll meet you there.

But of course, this is not an option for McKay. If there's even a slim chance that Ford is right, that Sheppard is in trouble and Ford knows how to find him, he has to go with him. Come hell or high water, Sheppard is the most important thing in his life, and that's just the main text of it all.

Continued in Pt. 8

[boxturret]

Voodoo Heads

Faber released this amazing video that detailed several Voodoo heads prototypes recently, which was amazing timing as it came out the day I was this close to quitting the hobby entirely and it completely revitalised me. I decided to work on the 3 brown and tan Voodoo heads seen in the video first, as they all feature very similar parts and focus on the same basic function.

This is the first one I made, I call him Hammer because of his personality. I spent a lot of time beforehand working on trying to piece together the central ratchet part that all 3 of these builds rely on and came up with this as my best guess. You never see it on its own or its back so I had to infer a lot. The latch part would be made of a more flexible plastic to allow the ratchet to function, and to allow it to be released when you press on the lever.

I made this guy second, named him Whip, because he has a bunch of whips on his hand. I guess bite could have worked too since the function makes his head go forward, but there's a Voodoo Head era Muaka too...

I know its heretical*, but my purpose here was to make the builds as accurate to the prototypes, so I had to modify several parts in somewhat extreme ways. Notable is the fact that the "Voodoo Ball" piece used in the Toa didn't seem to exist yet, so in its stead they simply snipped the balls off of the existing Slizer limb part.

And finally, here's Punch. He is incredibly unstable, with a friction pin being all that's holding the top of the body to the torso, and the same for the legs. A single axle runs the length of the body to keep everything aligned.

One final note for them is, to go along with what we understand of the Voodoo Head story, their heads are all made to be completely modular, just change some targets the heads pop over to the assigned character. Their jaws and eyes are even set up to be controlled from the parent rig as well!

They're all also set up to have symbols that can be easily swapped out, like some of the other ones you can see.

These were very fun to make, they're very expressive and silly, and the reference came at a really fortunate time :)

Also it gave me a chance to try out something I've been mulling over for ages, gradient backgrounds like the Slizer product images. I really like the look and will probably go with this or variations going forward for this sort of thing.

*but more importantly I don't care at all about purism lol

[cloudsspoke]

Heartwarming & hilarious moments of La Scaloneta

Fact that AFA chose Qatar University Hostel as their homebase, despite not being as luxurious as the other places (hotel, resort, etc), but it has the perfect open air-circulation for them to cook Asados (x)

One of the article I read wrote: La Scaloneta formed their strong chemistry over playing truco, drinking mate, eating asados, and listening to reggaeton music. Simplicity at its finest 😭😭

There’s this post-match interview session of Licha when he cried remembering his late grandparents, and Macca who was standing near Licha came to comfort him by patting his head & massaging his shoulder +also, when Lea came in the middle of Enzo’s post-final match interview and patted Enzo’s head with such affection

The way La Scaloneta welcomed Kun, Kun x Leo reunion as roommate, Kun visited Argies' night practice, Kun was there during Arg vs Netherland, Arg vs Croatia, and until Final

Dibu's gestures toward his teammates during the 2 penalty shoot-outs (this is important because both Noppert and Lloris did not help their own teammates unlike what Dibu did)

Fide marched forward when he saw Dumpfries tried to disturb Enzo

also, Fide came in between Dibu and Enzo when Dibu was half-joke cursing at Enzo for failing in penalty kick 😂

Kun, Licha, Lauti came in between Leo's verbal feud against Weghorst 

Licha showed his concern for Gio's condition in the midst of Arg's celebration

Dibu told Leo that the Flying Dutchman (maybe he referred to Van Gaal) talked too much, Leo's reply "Well, tomorrow I'll score twice" --and ofc he did

Messi's 'Roman' goal celebration in front of Van Gaal, article said he took revenge on behalf of Riquelme who once feuded with Van Gaal

not to be left out, Dibu's "I FUCKED YOU TWICE" to Van Gaal's side

Ota's celebration after El Toro scored the last penalty toward the Netherland players was the payback for all the distraction they did to Enzo & Lauti (stuffs that's not captured clearly on the tv)

Leo Messi ran toward Dibu when everyone ran to Lauti

Fide came to hug Modric 😭

Cuti celebrated Messi's goal by screaming in front of Mbappe because previously Mbappe had a verbal feud with Enzo and Cuti said Mbappe acted disrespectfully?

also, everyone clearly targeted at Mbappe because of his comment about the Latam football/people ((because clearly Rodri came to hug Griezzi, Licha came to hug Rapha, also Fide and Papu came to hug and shook hand with several France players))

Scaloni’s several mins late World Cup champion reaction, only to be embraced first by Lea 😭

The way they made sure Nico, Gio Lo Celso, and Kun were part of the World Cup champion celebration 😭

Leo - Fideo’s hug 😭

Leo's concern when he saw drunk Kun, asked him to stop drinking, and Kun's response: If anything bad happens to me, let it happens here in Qatar. I'm happy. We are World Cup champion, pa' 😭

They invited Kun to fly back home with them together, and Kun was all ready to go, only then remembered he left Benja 😭😭😭

Everyone actually just protected each other during the drunk-fest 😭 Fide protected Kun, Leo-Lea protected Rodri, Acuña and the other guys protected Scalo 😭

some people criticized Dibu’s gesture, one of them was this unknown, unimportant, unrelated ex-France player. Fideo, Lea and Pezzella came to defend Dibu by leaving comment to this guy’s post. This guy then lamely attacked Fideo only then to get a clapback from Fide’s wife cuz apparently this guy previously had a domestic abuse case against his ex The poin is, these guys defend each other both IRL and online

All of them basically took a pict with Leo and the World Cup trophy and posted it to their SNS with captions that bawled our eyes out

vice versa, all Leo’s World Cup champ -related posts are total gems

The list is endless, every day I discover new stuffs from them and it’s beautiful, and I know due to the languange barrier there must be plenty that I missed, so if anyone of you reading this and have something more to share, please do tell me ❤😘

[loserharrington]

i’d like to preface this by saying i am not an expert on religion (or non-religion) this is simply information i’ve learned over the years of research and talking to those who do practice satanism. if i’ve got anything wrong feel free to correct me

with that being said, i’ve always had this idea that The Munson Doctrine followed the rules of the church of satan. be it the 9 satanic statements or the eleven satanic rules

eddie has a laveyan cross patch on his vest so he must practice satanism to some extent. Especially since it’s a pretty large patch in an obvious place.

it’s sort of complicated because it’s not really a religion but it’s still a practice. (one of personal freedom and rationalism.) it’s basically things he lives by to better himself and the way he interacts with others. the “rules” don’t need the approval of any deity because satanism rejects the idea of all gods. (it goes hand in hand with atheism) it simply encourages individuality, skepticism and living your life the way you want to no matter how “sinful” it may seem to others.

i think it’s safe to say eddie resonates with this. he’s seen blatantly rejecting and criticizing societal norms and questioning why he and his friends are seen as freaks and targeted because of their interests

now here’s where i start inferring things about how he practices

i’m sure he’s added to these rules (hence the name Munson Doctrine instead of a direct reference to the rules of the church of satan) but i think it still loosely follows those rules. eddie just seems like the sort of person who’d take something like this and make it his own, which is essentially what satanism is. (again, it’s not a religion so it doesn’t require specific rituals to be done)

or, he misunderstood or interpreted some of the rules given to him differently than others might’ve, which lead to the quote that started this whole rabbit hole i’ve fallen down.

Quote: “I just couldn’t accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. … No way man, NO WAY, that like, flies in the face of the laws of the universe, and my own personal Munson Doctrine.”

i’m leaning toward the idea that he added his own rules and beliefs to the list because satanism encourages freedom and self expression, so he can essentially do whatever he’d like with his practice as long as he’s not infringing on the rights of others. (again, this would explain the name Munson Doctrine)

he might have added things (such as bullies/bystanders never changing. i.e: steve harrington now being a good dude when, in eddie’s eyes, he wasn’t before) because of his own experiences with people like that. [read here for more on that]

regardless of what he might’ve added or why, i do think that the Munson Doctrine is something he actively lives by. (ignoring the fact it could have just been a joke he threw in there to express his shock on how much his perception of steve had changed)

now here’s the fun part. my head canon i built off of this head canon.

i like to think that eddie didn’t come up with the munson doctrine on his own. his mother might’ve been a big influence in why he practices laveyan satanism.

now here’s why i think that:

1. it’s obvious eddie has some sort of ill feelings about his father, going as far as to say he told himself he didn’t want to “wind up like he did”.

this could just be him referencing the fact his father has been incarcerated for various crimes or it could be him referring to his character as a whole including his religion

this ties into fact that we see Wayne (who we assume is Eddie’s father’s brother due to their last names) is actively religious — at least enough to have religious decor around the trailer so it’s safe to say the munson brothers grew up religious

2. we know absolutely nothing about eddie’s mother which means i can make it all up !

eddie referring to his personal beliefs as his “Munson Doctrine” could imply that he’s not the only munson who follows these rules. he does say it’s his “personal” doctrine so i will choose to believe that is in reference to the new things he’s added as he’s grown up and experienced more things in his life

but before then, his mother could have instilled rules into him that he still follows to this day. rules such as these:

i just love the idea that eddie still has some connection to his mother and this is just one of the ways he honors her, but the idea of eddie finding comfort in satanism later in his life due to feeling alienated by the people of Hawkins because he’s different is just as good

in conclusion:

i choose to believe the munson doctrine wasn’t just a silly throw away line, and it ties into the religion he seems to practice

[spacegoathours]

takes a deep breath

here u go. takes place maybe only days after Callie's PAK is placed on Nyx's body, and Callie wants nothing more than to be dropped back off on Earth. there might be small references to other writing that i haven't shared so apologies if something doesn't make sense

written 12.7.2022

Callie woke with a start. She recognized the room - it was similar to the one she'd been in the previous week but across the hall in the medbay. Fair enough. She did completely destroy that bed, and that mirror, and basically the entire room. The memory replayed in her mind, and she shrugged it off. Still angry.

Her PAK leg and other damage had been repaired by the same, endlessly patient Vortian nurse who took care of her while she was out for the first week aboard the Resisty ship. After that, a different nurse, one of a species she couldn't quite place, took over for hourly check-ins. Once again, fair enough.

Gingerly, Callie sat up in bed, swung her legs around the side and put one foot down on the floor, then the other. Not knowing how her body would react to the hell it had been through, she slowly and carefully lifted herself up. To her surprise, it went just fine. Maybe a little sore, but everything seemed to be in working order, aside from her singed antennae and some scars and bruises that weren't yet going away.

Her PAK was hooked up to a monitor beside her bed, displaying numerous error messages but also showing an energy capacity of nearly 100%. That explained why she felt pretty good despite the bodily trauma.

Great. She had work to do.

She removed the connection to her PAK. Taking a few tentative steps, and still feeling good, she opened the door to the hallway and made her way down the hall towards the cockpit. Given that this was a Vort ship first and foremost, many of the signs she passed were in Vortian, and her PAK didn't seem up to the task of translating them automatically, so she had to guess at a few turns as to where the front of the ship might be. As she passed other Resisty members, anger must have been radiating off of her at an alarming rate, as no one tried to converse with her or stop her. In fact, they all swiftly got out of her way. Eventually, Callie noticed someone leave the cockpit and while the door was open for a brief second, she peeked in and noticed her target. Awesome.

After the other member had walked away, she slammed the doors to the cockpit wide open, stepping in and pointing up at the captain's chair.

"NAR, YOU ASSHOLE. TAKE ME TO EARTH."

Any chatter and conversation going on came to a sudden halt. Callie stood her ground, panting slightly from the trip up here but with a raging fire in her eyes. All eyes were now on her. Lard Nar looked like he wanted to sink into the chair, never to be seen again.

"Uhhhhh…" Spleenk broke the silence, looking between Callie and Lard Nar rapidly until one of them said something. This seemed to break Lard Nar out of his initial shock.

He looked down at Callie. "Callie. Office. Now." He pointed behind him, to a door against the back wall. He jumped down from the captain's chair and headed in that direction. A ton of crew members started their 'ooohs' and 'aaahs' as she, too, made way for the door, never losing her fiery stare at the back of Lard Nar's head.

Once inside, Lard Nar shut the door and walked to the other end of the room, in front of a pretty typical executive-looking desk. Callie stayed nearest the entrance. He faced away from her, taking a deep breath before spinning around and doing his best to maintain composure.

"We've been over this, Callie."

She narrowed her eyes, looking straight through the Captain and into the distance. She remained silent.

"You're in no condition for fast travel; even if we made the decision to go to Earth now, we couldn't get there much earlier than a month or so."

Callie appeared to be taking this information in one antenna and out the other. She started approaching him, slowly, menacingly.

"We can talk it over more, when you're in a better state-of-mind. Last night and this… latest outburst are evident of continued instability, which is to be expected with what you hav--"

Lard Nar stopped abruptly, meeting eyes with Callie. She was halfway across the room, footfalls heavy and purposeful. Her eyes were filled to the brim with anger.

One PAK leg extended out from behind her, hanging above her left shoulder. Then another, facing upwards next to her hip. Then another to her right. And the fourth.

"T-There's no need for violence…"

Suddenly, Callie was towering over Lard Nar, who was forced up against the back wall with all four PAK legs trained on him.

"C-Callie, we can.. t-talk about this…" He forced a few words out, sinking to the floor under Callie's intense stare. He tried to hold her gaze for as long as he could, but as soon as the distinct sound of PAK lasers heating up filled the room, he ducked his head and turned away, curling up so close to the wall he might just fuse through it.

The PAK lasers reached a high tone, indicating they were ready to fire.

…..

…

.

When Callie recognized what she was doing, her PAK legs dropped to the floor with a loud CLUNK. In front of her was Nar, shaking violently and curled in on himself against the wall of… she guessed this was the Captain's office. She looked down at her hands. Her fists had been held so tightly that her claws broke skin multiple times on her palms. Pink blood dripped down to the floor, next to the PAK legs that occasionally made quiet sizzling noises as they powered down.

Her legs buckled, and she fell to her knees.

"Nar…" She breathed, trying to steady herself. "What's wrong with me…"

Hearing Callie's voice, Lard Nar lifted his head just enough to peek out and see what was happening. When he realized he wasn't in immediate danger anymore he uncurled himself, only the slightest bit. He inched a little closer to the desk.

"I-I didn't mean…" Callie tightened her fists again, causing some more blood to spill.

While she was still distracted looking down, Lard Nar continued to inch closer and closer to the desk, hiding his left arm behind it.

"I'm not. Like them. I-I'm not… not…." Callie visibly shook; she tried to hold her right arm in place as it trembled. "I just. Want to go HOME." She let out a desperate, angry scream, sending her fist flying into the wall to the right of the Captain.

At the same time, Lard Nar pressed a button behind the desk, and not two seconds later two giant alien guards barrelled into the room. They went straight for Callie, each seizing an arm and locking them together behind their back in some sort of hi-tech space handcuffs. The whites of Callie's bug-like eyes narrowed into tiny specs as realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She looked up at Lard Nar.

What passed between them in that moment was a sudden understanding of pure, uncontrollable fear, for wildly different reasons, and it only lasted a couple of seconds before Callie was dragged off to an isolated area of the ship.

[demonwebs]

soooooo !!  been working on building some kind of lore around the concept of ghost spiders because they sounded very interesting to me from the brief pieces of information i could scavenge from the web. I wanted to try and incorporate this in my portrayal in a way that feels more mm, interesting, and delve a little into how their powers might work, how they're seen within drow society, what’s their connection with lolth, etc. if you enjoy rambling 👍 if not run away and save yourself bye

So, Szarkai are rarely born, but what happens when they are? How do people view them in the Underdark? If they happen to be born in a common family, for whatever reason, they will be taken from their families and begin their training to be top spies from as early as possible. They are treated like royalty, even if they’re not, which Vhaal already had the advantage of being, and envied by almost every other drow, which means they respect you…? Mm, well to your face, maybe, but it mostly means they want to kill you. So, Szarkai often receive the “princess in a tower” treatment from their families. Meaning: they are confined to their homes, can’t leave unless their matrons order them to, and if they absolutely must, they do so under disguise, due to how cutthroat drow society can be, especially murder capital Menzoberranzan. 

What does this mean for Vhaal? Well, it means like all other Szarkai before him, he grew up fairly sheltered, and I’m using this term loosely here because “sheltered” within drow society means very different things than on the surface. He was still beaten and abused, whipped, tortured, threatened if he didn’t do as told, and essentially made to believe he only lives to obey the commands of his Lolth, his Matron, and his sisters, but he also didn’t experience the harshness of society as a whole outside of his noble house (ex; he never had to resort to cannibalism, or was used as target practice by the Priestesses of Lolth. Yay?) His life revolved around studying, training, and training some more. He was to do nothing else, not hobbies, nor indulging in pleasures, not until he’d graduated (he was trained privately) and his training was finished, at which point he could be sent to the surface to act as Lolth’s spy and do her bidding.

And why are they viewed as precious, exactly? Note this is not canon to dnd, because I don't care. I’m allowing myself creative freedom, and dnd lore hurts my head, so I'm making the Szarkai a little more than a genetic mutation working with the base they gave me. Now, from what I could find online, there is some precedence for this (but drow who worship Lolth are part of a cult, so it might as well just be blind belief), but we know is that the birth of a Szarkai is incredibly rare, very few are mentioned throughout their whole 6000 years of existence, and many believe it to be a blessing from Lolth on the House where they are born to basically reward them for being such good little pets for mommy (I mean, my words but… essentially Lolth’s words also I’m sure). Vhaal’krin comes from the House Symryvvin, which is frequently referred to as “the eyes of Lolth in the city”, not the highest ranked of the noble houses, but said to be one of the most devout to the Spider Queen still. His Matron is one of the most powerful Priestesses of Lolth in the city, and working under the umbrella that this is in fact a ‘blessing’ bestowed by the Spider Queen, Vhaal’krin being born a Szarkai would make perfect sense. We all know drow live in constant shame, because they can never fully live up to Lolth's demands, and they can't look like her, and in truth, the Spider Queen can never truly be pleased, and if nothing else, because Szarkai are so arachnid like in their genetics while not being full on driders, yeah she probably does like them like a tiny bit more, which essentially just means she gets off on testing you and bullying you more than anyone else because you're her favorite pet, and don't you dare complain about it.

They are described as having “have pale, bone-white, or even alabaster-white skin and red eyes.” which meant they could easily pass for elves on the surface, and not be suspected as drow, it made them invaluable as spies, and it gave Lolth reach in places she otherwise wouldn’t have (and she does want to be worshiped by more than drow and extend her reach, she just also… has a difficult time not loathing everyone lmao). They also note “Many drow thought of Szarkai as a separate race,” and that some of them “had minor deformities, such as a lack of hair, small fangs, or gnarled and claw-like hands, suggesting the popular view had a slight basis in fact.” so the idea there might be in fact something more than just albinism going on isn’t that far fetched. Now, for my personal portrayal, I'm gonna go ahead and say albinism while very rare, can and does happen within the drow community, so when a Szarkai is born, most assume they are just that: a rare albino drow, except the two are separate entities, albeit they appear very similar on the surface. Szarkai have deformities (claws, fangs, etc), plus a few… peculiarities and powers that make them very arachid-like, and an intense connection to Lolth, albino drows do not. They look similar, and are rare enough no two have existed at the same time, not even decades apart, so most people can’t tell the difference, and they’re put in the same basket. They are not. What they are is the result of direct godly meddling by Lolth. You could say she “weaves her web in the wound of their mothers to create an extension of her will into the world.” and from the moment they are born they can hear and feel a connection to the Spider Queen unlike any other because, well, they are part of her, in a sense, born out of divine favor, seen as the direct offspring or chosen vessels of Lolth herself (her flesh, her eyes and ears, her hands), created to do her bidding, and serve her purpose which they don't get to know until she wants them to know, if she wants them to. They are to be trained to carry out special missions on her behalf and cause absolute chaos.

Their birth is always shrouded in myth and mystery, always to be kept secret, with only the most trusted family members and allies aware of their existence until they are ready to fulfill their divine roles. Szarkai are hidden away and guarded until they reach maturity, trained in secret by elite tutors and protected by powerful wards, and ensuring they remain alive is as much a test of a House’s loyalty and strength as anything else. In the rare event a Szarkai child is born, the house is expected to prove its worthiness by raising and protecting the child without faltering until they reach adulthood. This absolutely does not exempt them from suffering mindless abuse, in fact, she demands more of them than any other, and failing to make them "strong" in the eyes of Lolth would be seen as much of a failure as killing them in the process of doing so. And if you fail? Well, as it often does, it will bring Lolth’s wrath and disfavor (and you know what happens when she's unhappy? Probably death). Despite being called “favored” and “blessed”, there’s no actual records or tales of a Szarkai living any longer than any normal normal drow, in fact, they tend to live shorter, more isolated lives, and go insane prior to “vanishing”. Most likely, once they outlive their usefulness or fail to keep her favor, the Queen calls them back to the abyss to consume them.

They are born with innate magical abilities tied directly to the Abyss and to Lolth, their dna isn't pure drow, and that's why there's always a little something about their appearances that give people pause. I’ll go into further detail in a bit, but the tldr is: they share a few arachnid-like traits and abilities, enhanced combat prowess, and an affinity for arachnids (shocker ik). They can also receive (be tormented by, really) visions of Lolth, no matter how far they have strayed from the reaches of the Demonweb Pits, and as you can imagine, Lolth’s whisperings will leave anyone mad in time, so they’re usually not the most stable of people.

They are always Lolth’s spies, whether they would like to be or not; their eyes and ears are hers to see through unless they can find a way to sever the connection (maybe pleading another God for help like Eilistraee could do the trick, but who knows). As they move through the Underdark and beyond to gather intelligence, infiltrate enemy ranks, and manipulate events in favor of drow interests, she is always watching, and if she is unhappy, she’s going to make sure they know that. Their very abilities seem to be crafted to make them able to blend in and remain undetected, the perfect pawns for espionage.

To the fun bit, what powers does he have, exactly? Have I thought about this an unnecessary amount of time? Maybe so. Keep in mind, I’ll be adding collateral effects to a lot of these because Lolth is an asshole lmao ain’t no way she’d just give you things without some cruel or dangerous side effect.

Shadow Manipulation

Ability to Control Shadows: The ability to control and manipulate shadows, allowing him to move unseen, create tangible constructs from darkness, or even use shadows as weapons in combat.

Shadow Meld: He can blend into shadows, becoming invisible in dim light or darkness, making him almost impossible to detect when in the dark.

Shadow Step: A teleportation ability that allows him to step through shadows, moving instantaneously from one darkened area to another within a certain range.

Possible side effects:

Shadow Corruption: Overuse of shadow manipulation will cause the body to gradually merge with the shadows, making it less corporeal. This might lead to a loss of physical sensation, light sensitivity, difficulty interacting with the material world, or/and an uncontrollable urge to remain in darkness.

Haunted by Shadows: If his concentration is broken as he commands the shadows to act on his behalf, they might become sentient or develop a will of their own, acting against his desires or even turning on him.

Lolth’s Touch

Lolth's Blessing: If he is currently under her favor, he is able to summon swarms of spiders. If he has lost her favor, there’s a good chance the spiders will turn on him and his allies if he attempts to summon them during combat.

Prophetic Visions: During his meditative state, he can receive visions or premonitions from Lolth, guiding him or warning him of future events. The visions are usually cryptic, never for his benefit, and require interpretation. There’s also a 50% chance she just thought it’d be funny to fuck with you because she can.

Spiderstep: The ability to climb difficult surfaces and crawl on walls and ceilings. Immune to being enwebbed. His movement speed is not affected by web surfaces.

Even more terrible side effects:

Divine Burnout: Lolth’s blessing can cause extreme fatigue and/or a temporary loss of other abilities. This might be especially severe if he channels too much power at once, requiring long recovery periods afterward.

Insidious Whispers: After receiving visions, he might be plagued by Lolth’s whispers, inducing paranoia, hallucinations, or even compulsions that drive them to commit acts of cruelty or betrayal against their will.

Enhanced Darkvision

Nocturnal Predator: Allows him to sense any creature through vibrations and movement in darkness within 40m of him and know their approximate location. If a creature is within this range, he can’t be surprised, and they don’t have advantage unless he is unconscious. 

Nocturnal: Has advantage in darkness, disadvantage when fighting in broad daylight, as well as any spells involving light. Also he’ll fucking whine about it relentlessly.

Aura of Seduction

Seductive Ensnarement: Allows him to project an irresistible aura of charm, luring the prey towards him. If in close proximity, Vhaal'krin can focus his charm on a single target, overwhelming their senses and causing a temporary paralysis. The target becomes entranced, unable to move or think clearly, giving him opportunity to attack.

Venomous Touch

Claws: He attacks with his claws if not yielding a weapon, and deals piercing + necrotic damage .

Poisonous Bite: The ability to secrete poison through their fangs as he bites, dealing necrotic damage, paralysis, intense pain, or even hallucinations.

Spider Affinity

Spider Communication: Can communicate with spiders and other arachnids.

Web Weaver: The ability to create webs of various sizes and strengths, which can be used to enweb enemies, create barriers and difficult terrain.

Resilience and Immunities

Resistance to Poison: Naturally resistant to poisoning damage, fully immune to some poisons. The man's not only a cryptid, but he's also been building his immunity since he was a kid.

[samd1o1]

Ableism In Renfield

Renfield is probably one of my new favorite movies I won't lie. I'm absolutely obsessed with it! But that doesn't mean it's perfect and that I can't have some complaints.

There's two main points I want to bring up;

Demonization of NPD, and Erasure

Ok so obvious TW for Ableism and Sanism!

1. Demonization of NPD:

I'm sure if you've seen the movie you know they basically use "narcissist" as a synonym for abuser. They call Dracula (Robert's abuser) a narcissist and it's the general term used by the support group.

NPD and other Cluster B disorders are often used as synonyms for abusers. Take for example the Amber/Johnny trial. Idc who you think actually was the abuser. What matters for this conversation is that Amber's disorder was used as LEGAL EVIDENCE that she is an abuser.

There's also a rise online of a term called "narcissistic abuse". Now fucking imagine if someone said they suffered from say idk "autistic abuse". That's disgusting right? Everything that is claimed under narcissistic abuse fits under emotional abuse!

Also do you want to know one of the main ways NPD ends up manifesting? FROM ABUSE. So not only is the movie demonizing NPD ableist it's also just alienating it's own target audience. It's an abuse survivors story for fucks sake!

If you want to call an abuser selfish then be my guest. But don't pull a real mental disorder into it just because you wanted to seem like a big boy who knows big words. Selfish is a perfect word for an abuser!

2. Erasure

This one is specifically about the character of Renfield. If you've never read Dracula let me fill you in on Renfield's part of the story.

Renfield is a patient in Dr. Seward's asylum. He has psychosis and bouts of mania and depression, highs and lows. He has these symptoms BEFORE Dracula ever interacts with him! In fact his symptoms just make it easier for Dracula to use him. (Like real life abuse wow).

Now I understand giving Renfield Jonathan Harker's backstory (the soliciter role) in fear of ableism (ironic lol). Asylum in the victorian era was torture (hell it was even worse in the book). (Also I think it's a reference to the 1931 movie).

But they still should have kept his mental illness. There are absolutely zero signs of any psychosis in Robert.

(Random side note, I really liked that deleted dance number because it was all in his head, should have kept it smh).

Anyway; it would have been really cool to have a protagonist/hero who had some of the most stigmatized mental illnesses/symptoms out there.

And in not giving Robert any of his symptoms he just comes out, well not Renfield.

This is just the Jonathan Harker movie. Robert is a bit awkward of a person but that's about it.

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Either way I still love this movie. As an abuse survivor who loves gothic horror and homosexual vampires it's fucking awesome. But these problems sure as hell bug me. (Bug get it?)

[transformers-bold-bright-brisk]

Prince’s First Day

Pt. 2 / Pt. 1: A Stern Talking To

Tagging @sonia-aquamarineson @asmito @novafire-is-thinking @bdwarrior1

Summary: Basically Prince and Predaking having an argument about Prince needing to attend RBA(Rescue Bots Academy).

Preview: Prince is what can be referred to as a “spoiled brat”. Of course they weren’t always like that. In fact, he used to be polite, just on the verge of well behaved… for a hyper newborn dragon, that is.

Apparently the all powerful Predaking didn’t know any better and never exactly said ‘no’ all that much when raising Prince. If you catch my drift? Not to mention letting them get away with pretty much anything—heck—he could probably get away with murder if they wanted to.

With Predaking having to deal with the backlash of his people not being all too happy with his protégé’s behavior; he decides to send them to RBA to where he has a trusted friend who’s teaching there. To help Prince take a break from the royal life and to realign their misguidedness.

May Primus help whose poor spark is entrusted with the feral beast.

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Once upon a time…there was a young prince, who lived in a far far away kingdom. A land of Predacons. Voracious creatures who roamed an entire planet known as The Predacon Kingdom. The Predacon Kingdom is ruled by their terrifying yet benevolent king—Predaking. Also known as mentor to their majesty Prince, of The Predacon Kingdom. No, not as in a spawn of the king; their literal name is ‘Prince’.

Their relationship is not simply bound by the energon flowing through their veins. The bond between the two cannot be described as nothing more than an apprenticeship. At least, in the beginning it was…

CLATTER!

Now they have begun to have a closer bond…

SLAM!

Such as a bond between a parent and child…

CRASH!

Loud noises have disrupted the staff within the castle, with everyone turning their heads to triangulate where noise came from. Echoing off the walls and down the corridors, another loud tumbling of what seems to be a gargantuan sized chair. On top of the chair was a small two headed metallic dragon, with sharp yellow claws, a protoform as dark as graphite, and big orange wings emanating a neon glow. The little dragon suddenly had light shining through one head’s neck to its jaw, which immediately shot a large coordinated blast of fire at its target.

“I’m not going to some stupid school on some stupid planet- a billion lightyears away!” Prince shouted. “And you can’t make me!” The two headed dragon jumped into the air and perched himself on a jagged beam connected to the large dome ceiling.

“You will attend the academy, whether you like it or not—child!” Retorted the grand dragon Predaking. An enormous rough-scaled mechanical beast, with big sharp claws and armor dark as obsidian. His body is lined with alien magma shining through his seams and crevices. Most of all, his body takes up a majority of the room as he has been chasing his protege all over the castle. Trying his hardest to be reasonable, though it seems as if nothing would be able to get Prince to listen.

“Why are you trying to make this difficult for me? Attending the academy is your “punishment” for your recent inappropriate behavior!”

“Why? Why?! Are you kidding me?! You're sending me off to get—to get domesticated!”

“For the last time! Learning manners and proper discipline, for your sake and others, isn't as cruel as surrendering your free will! And it's not as if this was my only choice-”

Just as Predaking was about to finish his statement, Prince shot a stream of fire at their mentor’s face; and they took off thinking he was distracted. Leaping off the beam and heading down the nearest corridor. But he didn't have enough time to realize how unfazed Predaking was with his attack.

As Prince was in midair, giant talons suddenly wrapped around him—restraining the little dragon. “Let go, you jerk!” Exclaimed Prince, as he spat another blast of fire at Predaking’s muzzle.

Predaking shook off the flames and replied sternly, “No—I will not tolerate your immature behavior any longer. You’re going to do as I say, and you will do it even if I have to force you through that portal myself.” Prince still continued to struggle in his mentor’s grasp.

Whatever Predaking said went through one audial and out the other. They were putting up one heck of a fight against his opponent, even though he knew deep down it was pointless. But he wasn’t one to back down from a fight so easily.

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