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qiinamii · 5 months ago
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one braincell transfer (divided by four)
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spacefighter413 · 6 months ago
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thinking about magical bonds and hatred
when someone has literal complete control over someone else, does it matter how they feel about it? will it only matter at some ambiguous point in the future when control is lifted? does it matter the whole time, but only if we the viewers can see it?
someone’s interpretation of skeletons in their fantasy world that i read about a while back went as such: they have minds, and hate you for making you serve them. they cannot take any actions you don’t command them to (and thus cannot express this hatred), but will show their hatred for you by staring at you when idle, by standing too close to you when you sleep. do we, the viewers, get anything out of knowing that hatred is there? does whoever’s controlling them? do they?
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zomb13s · 9 months ago
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“Psychological Manipulation and the Illusion of Intelligence: Unmasking Defective Power Dynamics in Social Interactions”
Abstract This paper explores the psychological defects inherent in individuals who manipulate others for personal gain. These individuals use tactics of deception, gaslighting, and covert aggression, believing their actions display intelligence and power. However, when their manipulative strategies are mirrored or countered, they often react irrationally, revealing a cognitive and emotional…
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pukicho · 7 months ago
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Oi oi oi... My original release, Spirited Away Away Away Away Away Away is now REMASTERED. Six years, and lotsa newfound knowledge on mastering later, and here we are. Now you may listen to it as though your ears have been UNMASKED, cleaned of mud and sludge.
And for those asking, BANDCAMP will start getting new things often,
Check out the song on BANDCAMP IN LOSSLESS + Hear the difference between the old version :)
And on Soundcloud too!
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universalboyslut · 10 months ago
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Nothing is hotter than being talked through getting yourself off, a dom giving instructions for every little movement and just knowing you'll listen and be obedient because of course you will, you want to be a good boy right? If you just follow what they say you'll feel so good
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mumblesplash · 1 year ago
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i know it’s like years old at this point but i love that one collab mumbo and grian did with tommyinnit bc it’s like the single most concentrated example i’ve seen of mumbo’s Chaos Nullification Powers
you get to see a bit of it on hermitcraft, mostly via his interactions with grian, but until seeing that collab it didn’t really hit me just how completely mumbo can no-sell other people’s attempts to control a situation. tommyinnit is possibly the single shoutiest, most chaotic minecraft youtuber out there, and in most videos i’ve seen he pretty much overwhelms everyone else and sets the tone for interactions because of this. but mumbo just. doesn’t let him. no matter how much tommy escalates in intensity, mumbo reacts with *exactly* the same energy he always does. grian largely comes across in the whole video as annoyed and reluctant to engage with the whole thing, but mumbo’s not even affected. he just rolls with anything he finds funny and basically ignores anything he disapproves of, only seeming more and more unflappable the harder anyone tries to get a rise out of him.
AND imo, this is the key to my favorite interpretation of him as a character
see, when the people around him are being more reasonable/calm, i think mumbo often comes across as anxious and a bit easily overwhelmed. the thing is, his nervous wet cat vibes do not scale. he has one setting. his responses to the last life ‘ah-ha!’ jokes and to hermitcraft 8 starting to crumble to pieces under a falling moon are almost identical.
mumbo jumbo is inexorably and eternally Just Some Guy, but that gets stranger and stranger the weirder his surroundings become. the giggly incredulousness that makes him an easy target for goofy puns looks Very different when it’s also his reaction to the impending end of the world.
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nenoname · 5 months ago
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stan ignoring mysteries and weirdness for 30 years balancing out his family's innate curiosity and being why the blind eye ignored him for that long
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possiblycringe · 3 months ago
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Sometimes I wonder how Akechi felt being on the other end of the encounter with a cornered animal.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 10 months ago
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I'm not going back to Gusu with you.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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hoosurdaddy · 2 months ago
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Nest.
Pairing: Joe Goldberg x reader x Love Quinn.
ummary: You’ve been in their home for weeks now. Maybe months. Time’s slippery when you’re kept warm, fed, worshipped. You should feel like a pet. Like a prisoner. But all you feel is wanted. Needed. Maybe even… loved.
Warnings: NSFW (explicit sex), obsession, unhealthy dynamics, possessive/controlling behavior, manipulation, dubcon-adjacent (reader is drugged lightly for “relaxation”), voyeurism, dom/sub undertones, pet names, praise kink, mild biting, dark romance themes.
You have been warned.
Not taking requests.
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The sheets smell like vanilla, linen, and Love’s skin.
You stretch slowly, the silk blindfold still warm against your eyelids. There’s a buzz in your limbs—not quite sedation, not quite arousal. Something between. Something intentional. You know the tea Love gave you an hour ago had something in it. You’re past questioning it. You always feel good afterward. Calm. Soft. Docile.
Joe’s voice cuts through the haze, low and careful.
“You look perfect like this.”
You hear the click of a camera. Not a phone. A real camera. The kind he used back when he said he “wanted to capture the truth of things.”
“You’re taking pictures?” your voice is hoarse, half-curious, half-sleepy.
“You’re art, baby,” Love whispers from the foot of the bed. “We can’t keep you all to ourselves and not at least look when you’re not here.”
You feel a kiss on your knee. Then your thigh. Then teeth.
Your breath hitches.
Love climbs up between your legs like a predator, hands sliding up your sides, her tongue darting out to taste your skin. She’s naked. You can feel her heat against your leg.
“She’s wet already,” Love purrs to Joe. “Just from hearing your voice.”
There’s the sound of something being set down. The camera. Then the rustle of clothing. Joe’s taking his shirt off. You know the sounds now. You know the feel of him when he presses against you—sharp hipbones, calloused hands, thick and patient where it counts.
“Of course she is,” Joe says, now closer, breath hot against your ear. “She knows she belongs to us.”
The words make your thighs press together involuntarily. Love pushes them apart again, chuckling. “Uh-uh, sweetheart. No hiding from us.”
They don’t ask for permission anymore. But somehow, you never feel forced. It’s like they’ve trained you—slowly, lovingly, breaking you down until this became your sanctuary.
Joe’s hands slide beneath your back, lifting you slightly so he can kiss along your collarbone. His voice is gentle. Too gentle for how rough he can be.
“You’re our pretty little pet, aren’t you?”
You nod.
Even blindfolded, you can feel their smiles.
Love licks a long, slow stripe from your navel to your chest. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
Joe’s fingers wrap around your throat—not to choke, just to hold. “Good girl.”
You feel Love’s fingers first. Then her mouth. Joe keeps whispering—dirty things, loving things, terrifying things. You lose track of where one of them ends and the other begins. You’re breathless, aching, unraveling under four hands, two mouths, one obsession.
They don’t stop until you beg.
Even then, they keep going just a little longer. Just to hear you cry.
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peppermint-whiskers · 2 months ago
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I'm on a trip rn and drew my lovelies 💖💖
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They deserve to go feral
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sharkrocket · 9 months ago
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Puppyshipping continues to do inexplicable things to my brain chemistry
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snail-speed · 15 days ago
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I don't get why the broader fandom is so terrified of the idea of Dandy being evil (and by association moonflower, the most popular ship with him, being toxic yaoi).
Like bro even Qwel is guilty of this. It reads like those newgen types that are so deathly afraid of liking a "problematic" character that they do all these mental gymnastics to prove they're not obsessed with a fictional character that's villainous.
There's nothing in the game that proves that dumbass statement that he's "morally gray". His reserach description just says he's responsible for the ichor operation. He gets angry when you don't buy from him, tries to kill you, then taunts you after the encounter. He's implied to have coerced Astro into silence. He refuses to confront people like Vee and Sprout, who WOULD chew him out unlike Astro. He refuses to tell anyone in general what's going on.
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just-some-user-hunny · 2 months ago
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UUGGGGHGHHHH Nikto needing to be needed has me so soft
he would brush your teeth for you if you let him, buckle your seat belt (no matter who's driving, or would be the seat belt himself if necessary), open every jar, every can with that can opener you always struggle with (if you ever got an automatic can opener he would be SO upset, I can hear the huffy gruff would-be-pout already), he would do so many things for his llubov without even thinking about it but you're just out here,,, doing it yourself? :((( but he's right there :((( why can't he do it?? do you not love him??? let him make the bed with your million pillows exactly where they know you get most comfortable, squished between him and the wall so he can always, always guard their llubov
Bonus points if there's a little learning curve for the reader, who's usually quite independent with taking care of themselves.
Initially it appears as if he's dominant and nurturing, doing little acts of service to express himself to you. But then gradually it becomes more apparent he's seeking your approval and happiness. Every plate of food he places before you at the table, he looks at you quietly. Unblinking. Settling down on his knees to rearrange your cutlery so as to not loom over you. He's not going to his seat until he knows you're happy with him. His eyes glaze over with a sappy soft haze whenever you pet his face and praise him. Feline eyes following you, bristling for approval from his favourite person. It becomes more and more apparent that he's not a dominant person with you- quite the opposite, actually. His attempts at service are clumsy and unpractised, but genuine and eager all the same.
Or maybe a thick arm corded with muscle reaches over you to do up your seatbelt for you- and there's no batting it away. You may lightly squeeze at his bicep, your fingers barely unable to wrap around it as you light-heartedly assure him you're fine, but he'll just look at you apprehensively and frown. Do you not like it when he does this?
His expression pointed and stern, yet flickering with something vulnerable that only you can pinpoint by the crease in his eyes and furrowed brows. Assure him by pressing a kiss to his face and patting his bicep. Thank you honey. Remember your seatbelt too, my love.
No other words are needed for him. He'll nod obediently and get to work on his order, strapping himself in and relaxing back in the seat, assured and content.
Or how you don't even bother attempting to get your toothbrush yourself anymore, knowing he'll grab it before you can and hold it high above your head till you settle down and accept his help. He'll stand there otherwise, blank faced and stubborn as he holds it higher whenever you try to reach for it. No amount of scolding will go through that skull of his when it comes to things like this. Might as well indulge him in his little silent requests. But you insist on doing his skincare, and he grumbles but sees it as fair enough. He enjoys it, really. He's just stubborn.
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milkflavouredpoptart · 13 days ago
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Spedran and pumped this out (after about 40 references for Elnina and maybe 27 for Lanino).
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zuzu-draws · 10 months ago
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Yuuji's ''I'm going to die with him'' from the start of the series to ''Sukuna, Come back and live with me '' at the end is, honestly, very beautiful.
"Let's try again one more time Sukuna, but this time, without cursing anyone. Even if no one else accepts you, I'll live with you" do you understand what's going on here? This is Yuuji attempting to connect with Sukuna, to show a certain compassion that is entirely alien to Sukuna. To the way he delicately lifts Sukuna's remains, with such carefulness, as if holding the remains of a precious loved one, Yuuji tries to show Sukuna "love". The same "love" that has been teased to us this entire series, that who is it that will show it to Sukuna, teach him of it.
This is the same Yuuji, who, at the beginning of the series held absolute disdain towards Sukuna, and always looked at him with much accusatory contempt and mistrust. At that point, He truly did think of Sukuna as nothing more than a "curse". The same "curse" Sukuna calls himself one last time as the last embers of his soul fade in Yuuji's hands.
But this time, Yuuji has a troubled look in his eyes.
As if he disagreed with him.
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This is the look of someone, who is looking at the Humanity Sukuna does not believe exists within himself.
Humanity that Sukuna denies himself.
That Sukuna is not a curse, but a human that has been cursed.
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