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gallusrostromegalus · 1 year

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oh my god I am frothing at the mouth PLEASE tell us about how Unohana is SO WEIRD ACTUALLY

(her reveal is my favorite thing in the whole series and I was obsessed with Bleach for a good long time)

I love Unohana. She's magnificently insane and deliciously fun to write so far.

My take on AEIWAM Unohana is that fundamentally, she just wants to be happy.

Oh, that doesn't sound too nuts. I hear you say.

Yeah, but I also headcanon that she has ADHD. We joke a lot about it on this site, but if you have the good fortune to have functioning dopamine factories, allow me to explain the worst part of it, for me.

There's no passive happiness.

Most people, as I understand it, if left to their own devices without undue stressors like capitalism or any particular stimulation, tend to be able to feel pretty okay most of the time. Which fascinates me because if I am left alone without undue stressors but no stimulation, my malfunctioning dopamine factories will shut down and I will rapidly develop a terrible black depression and paranoia that life is cruel and I will never experience happiness again and also my appetite vanishes and sleep cycle collapses and I will end up mentally and physically distraught, sometimes in less than an hour.

So I've always got to be doing something, or The Horrors get me.

So imagine Unohana, and with a brain that wants to die if she gets bored... living in fantasy magical ancient japan. Not much to do, out in the early days of the soul society, besides being attatcked by monsters, or participating in warfare, or starving to death. the first two, at least, get the blood pumping, but the first is difficult to come by regularly, so as a young woman, the most interesting thing that happens to her on the regular is Mortal Combat.

And how exciting it is! Adrenaline! Dopamine! And on the rare occasions she meets a fellow combat enthusiast, she also gets one of the best things about ADHD- Recognition Responsive Euphoria. You know that great feeling you get at Con or meeting another person with your special interest and you guys just VIBE and it feels like you've been best friends for life in less than five minutes? Yeah, apparently Non-ADHD people don't get that.

So naturally, she develops her skill in combat, not in pursuit of Honor or The Art or something nebulous like, that, but in the simple Pursuit of Happiness. She gets very good at it, and a lot of people die.

But she starts getting... too good at it. The fights don't last, there's nobody willing- let alone able, to meet her on her level and the previous joy she felt fades and fades until she is once again left in the darkness.

Then, a Miracle happens! Some punk stabs her in the lung :)

Man, what an evening for her. Kills a hundred men with barely a stroke and there's no more joy in the world for her when suddenly some barely-legal scarecrow looking bastard with a raggedy sword he pulled out of someone else's corpse appears at the top of the pile of bodies and then goes Ape. Fucking. Shit. on her.

It's the most fun she's had in ages! He's strong and fast and his moves are inefficient but delightfully unpredictable and by the GODS the STAMINA! Alright, she might be 1,000 years his senior but in the soul society age really is just a number and she can't help but be charmed.

So she flirts back by nearly cutting his face off. This DELIGHTS him!

And there it is again, that sudden feeling of intimacy between like-minded individuals, only these two ships aren't passing in the night, there' here to make Titanic 2: Electric Boogaloo. They make eye contact, and know-they're just like me.

True Love is a wonderful thing.

It's also a great opportunity for a surprise thrust and she only sort of manages to block it, and despite the feeling of blood pooling in her lung, she returns the blow full across his chest.

She staggers back, coughing.

He, miraculously, sits up, coughing. He won't die if he can crawl off somewhere to lick his wounds, but he can't continue the fight either.

She stands up, teeth gritted through the pain, and sheathes Minazuki. "What's your name?" She asks. "So I may find you to fight again."

"Don't have one." he wheezes. "But I'll never forget yours."

She's had men spit that as a threat to her before. It sounds very different as a declaration of love.

"Yachiru." she says, trying to not cough up blood. "Unohana Yachiru."

A Year later, there's a problem.

Soul Society has a bit of a problem with lungs. They can make entire fake bodies for shinigami to travel the living world, but individual organs, especially lungs... never seem to transplant well. Perhaps it's the fact they're already dead.

Her left lung is "healed" in the sense that it no longer has extraneous holes in it, but... Godsdammit, she still has all the power but none of the stamina. Barely 10 minutes into a fight and she's wheezing worse than The Old Man. 20 minutes and her hands are starting to shake and she's seeing spots in her eyes because she can't breathe well enough to keep the oxygen in her veins. Her fights usually last seconds so functionally she's still one of the most powerful people in the afterlife but it's a far cry from where she was before.

She can no longer be the 11th division's Kenpachi. Hell, she can no longer be the woman she was before.

"Unless you figure out some new medical miracles, this is as healed as it's going to get." Explains the chief medical officer after yet another frustrating checkup.

"...If that's what it takes." She decides.

The next morning she re-enrolls in the Shinigami Academy, under the name Unohana Retsu. The sole change she makes to her appearence is to braid her hair down the front of her chest because people WILL ask about the scar, and she doesn't want to think about how badly she's letting down that warrior with no name.

Either she needs to learn how to get back to his level, or find a new rival and learn to heal them to actually last the 20 minutes she has, or she'll die.

She studies.

To her vast surprise, bodies are actually fascinating. She'd previously seen that there were lots of interesting organs inside people but now learning what they are and how they work and the fact that the human body is already astonishingly death-resistant compared to most animals AND a carefully balanced meat sculpture minutes away from catastrophic failure at all times delights. She learns about the extreme ways humans can survive and the bizarrely mundane ways they can die, and she starts to form an idea- not an image, not a philosophy per se- but a working theory of how to keep someone alive and moving for as long and far as they will go, and what they need to stay upright.

This idea shines so brightly that it can keep that terrible darkness away.

The century practically flies by, and one night she stays up manually pumping the mechanism on a device used to keep the also-failing lungs of a young boy going after the power goes out. He's been blessed by A God that he's lived as long as he has, but even Gods can fuck up sometimes and she effectively has to breathe for him for twelve hours until the God gets its shit back together and he can breathe under his own power again.

"Hell of a fight you put in, keeping him alive." says one of her colleagues, collapsing beside her out in the 4th division medical garden where all the doctors go to smoke.

Retsu slowly exhales the smoke, fatigued but still coming down from the high of success. She cocks her head. Her body aches and her mind races and her heart thrills, just like- "I guess it was. " she realizes. "Interesting fight, going 12 hours in the ring with a dying child and winning because he walked away at the end." She laughs, and hands him the cigarette to share.

"You weirdo." he colleague laughs. He's far too young to remember when she was Yachiru. Most of them are these days, and it's a weird sort of peaceful anonymity and personal joke. "You weren't fighting the kid. If we were actually allowed to fight patients, I'd've stabbed the Kuchki hypochondriac decades ago." he grumbles, taking his own drag.

She snorts. "Who was I fighting then?"

"Death?" smoke billows out as he laughs, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

She freezes. Oh. Oh. That's why she likes this so much. She's gone from fighting mere men to the one opponent she knows she can win battles with, but never the war, and who will defeat her personally someday.

"Are. Are you crying?" he asks, a little worried.

"I- yes." She laughs, tears streaming down her face. "I just fell in love all over again."

"Ouch." he nods sympathetically, offering her the cigarette back. "Who with?"

"Death's own Angel, apparently." She giggles, feeling positively prepubescent with this crush.

And thus she goes on, for centuries, learning everything there is to know about bodies and minds and how the two keep each other going and the ways she can help. She gets very good at it, and a many more people do not die.

But there is a special, secret place in her heart for that nameless warrior that defeated her in battle, and made her stronger than every before.

Nearly 1,000 years after she stopped being Kenpachi, she is supervising the annual "see if you can kill the captain" tournament. Her colleague Kaname is there, a walking anxiety disorder with undoubtedly real but strangely hard to diagnose phantom pains, but he's still easily in her top 10 coworkers of all time because he made her a new medical record filing system so functional they were actually able to recataloge three millennia of medical records into a usable format in under a decade. He can come twitching into her office any time he likes, especially if it gets her that mass vaccination process for the Rukongai he's been biting The Old Man's heels for.

Then

as suddenly as he had appeared the first time,

He's back.

He's older now and larger, having matured into a spectacular bastard, but there's no mistaking that cutting edge on his reiatsu (which, oh, that has gotten much, much stronger since last time) or that scar running down his face as he turns from where he had just cleft the previous Kenpachi in twain, and stares out into the crowd in the shower of blood, challenging anyone to do something about it. Hell, even when Yamamoto appears to congratulate him on his promotion, Death's own angel's first reaction is to turn to fight the old man without hesitation.

He then promptly picks three different fights with four captains in under five minutes, tells Yamamoto to shove the job up his ass, imply he's had a WILD collection of vocations in the last millennium and furthermore, he has to get home to his daughter.

...Named Yachiru.

Hilariously, Unohana is only having the second weirdest time about this here, because Kaname and Kenpachi are, somehow, even weirder than she is.

#AEIWAM #An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy #Everyone in this fic is a freak and I'm having a great time

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keygenmemory · 2 months

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MONEY HELP FOR A DISABLED MIXED INDIGENIOUS MEX/US QUEER PERSON PART 2: ELECTRICAL BOOGALOO

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silentmoths · 2 years

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Masterlist

Currently writing for: Genshin Impact Compiled in order of first postage

Green means sfw Red means nsfw White means suggestive

Vampire!Zhongli Char.AI

When you pick the horrible octopus over the dragon plushie - Zhongli x Reader sfw

When you pick the horrible octopus over the dragon plushie II electric boogaloo - Zhongli x Reader sfw

Is that laughter? or Just athsma? - Zhongli x Reader sfw

I'm so tired - Genshin Men x Reader sfw

Touch Starved - Zhongli x Masc! Reader sfw

What they smell like - Genshin Men Scent headcanons sfw

Forgetting the occasion - Genshin men x Reader ,suggestive

Please, think better of yourself - Diluc/Zhongli x reader nsfw

No longer the one and Oni - Itto x Oni! Reader nsfw

Perfectionist - Zhongli x Reader sfw

Resting murder face - Genshin men X reader sfw

In your own world - Diluc x reader sfw

The Oni thing i need is you - Itto x reader sfw

Oops-! - Genshin men X Reader nsfw

Angel of mine - Angel!Zhongli x reader, suggestive

Sudden fatherhood - Dad!Zhongli x Child!Reader sfw

Bad day - Kaeya x Reader sfw

Kid Gloves - Genshin men & women x Reader sfw

Tartaglil - Dad!Childe x Child!Reader sfw

Brotherly comfort - Brother!Ayato x Reader sfw

Celebrity Encounter - Celeb!Zhongli x Reader, suggestive

Tutor dates - Albedo x Reader sfw

Pain Relief - Prof!Zhongli x Student!Reader nsfw

I accidentally raised a god from the dead - Thrall!Zhongli x Necromancer!Reader nsfw

An emotional exchange - Zhongli x Reader sfw

A lap to cry on - Genshin men & women x Reader sfw

Cuddle time - Ei/Ningguang x Reader cuddle headcanons sfw

I will wait for eternity- Ei x Reader sfw

How much time do we have? - Boss!Zhongli+Ei x Secratary!Reader nsfw

Warm up - Omega!Albedo x Alpha!Reader nsfw

Mock exam - Prof!Zhongli x Student!Reader nsfw

Demonic corruption - Demon!Zhongli x Excorcist!Reader nsfw

Happy accidents - Zhongli x Pregnant!Reader sfw

Teyvat pussy eating champions - Genshin men & women nsfw

Please mommy - Student!Kazuha x Prof!Reader nsfw

Slow fall - Zhongli x Reader nsfw

Demonic Ascension - Demon!Zhongli x ExorcistDemon! Reader part II nsfw

Friend in the night - Zhongli x reader sfw

The safeword - Genshin men x Reader nsfw

An apple for you to stay? - Venti x Reader sfw

Restart the chapter - Al Haitham x reader nsfw

Good morning, Darling - Zhongli x reader nsfw

When will I see you again? (In your dreams) - Zhongli x reader sfw/angst

Strange arcade event: I just bought that top- Zhongli x reader nsfw

Strange arcade event: Losing composure but everything is mundane - Zhongli x reader sfw

Strange arcade event: wait, you're HOW old!? - Zhongli x reader sfw

Strange arcade event: Let me guess, you caused it? - Childe x reader sfw

Strange arcade event: what the hell were we meant to be cooking again? - Amber x Reader suggestive

Was it cold out? - Yandere!Zhongli x reader, nsfw (minor)

The most amicable guest at the party - Zhongli x Reader, nsfw

the enigma of the moth - Selfship, sfw

Caught in the act - Genshin men x reader, suggestive

The Meow - Zhongli x reader, sfw

Little Champion - Zhongli x reader, sfw

Winter wonderland event- Breakroom Spaghetti - Zhongli x Reader, sfw

Big 👀 Energy - Genshin men x Reader NSFW

Fragile as a brick wall - Zhongli x reader Royal AU - Longform, nsfw

You need to throw a book at director Hu - Zhongli x reader, sfw

A cold cure for insomnia - Pkmn S/V Rika x fem reader, nsfw

Chronically - Zhongli x reader, sfw

Two weeks - Zhongli x reader, nsfw

Kindergarten Blues - Single Dad Zhongli x Kindergarten Teacher reader, sfw

Unspoken arrangement - Capitano x Reader, nsfw

HSR Thirsts - Svarog/Yaoshi/Kafka x reader, nsfw

HSR Thirsts 2, Electric boogaloo - Jing Yuan, Welt, Lan x reader, nsfw

At your beck and call - Butler!Zhongli x reader, nsfw

Quick-Relief - Morax x Adeptus reader, nsfw

A vampired guide to feeding from a hemophobic partner - Neuvillette x Reader, nsfw

#moth is not silent #moth masterlist #good god #moths menagerie

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meiliarotten · 10 months

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 1: Ongoing Treatment (Massage)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Medic x Male!Reader

Summary: Medic tries a new method of treatment on you, leading to some interesting results

Tags: Male reader, massage, lube, on an operating table

Word Count: 4.4k

The Masterlist

“You really think this will improve my performance?” you asked skeptically, watching as Medic set up the small massage table in his examination room. It looked brand new, spotless and pristine, a sharp contrast against a room with blood speckled floors and miscellaneous surgical tools scattered about the counters.

“Well, it is only a hypothesis for now, but it’s one I’m fairly confident in!”

Knowing Medic, that statement instilled little confidence in you. Still, a massage? It seemed simple enough. Then again, even that made you suspicious. Nothing Medic chose to do in his spare time was simple.

“Are you doing this for everyone?” you asked, trying to pry for any further information, anything that could hint at this being a veiled attempt at vivisection.

Medic shook his head. “Nein, not yet. I want to make sure my theory is correct first. I suppose you will be a sort of experiment for me!”

“Oh, of course,” you said. Even with the evident roll of your eyes, your sarcasm seemed to be lost on Medic, who clapped his gloved hands together with a wide grin.

“I knew you would agree! Now, if you would just undress for me and get under the sheets…” He motioned towards the massage table. You couldn’t help but wonder where he had even found the thing. It was clean and new, and it struck you as somewhat humorous that this table was probably the most sterile thing in the room, so much so that it took you a moment to process what Medic had said.

“Wait, undress?” You were almost embarrassed by how scandalized you sounded, like a pearl clutching old woman. Still, it was a startling request.

“How else will I be able to work your muscles thoroughly?” Medic said, matter of factly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Don’t worry, I’ll be in my room until you're ready. I have to prepare some things anyway!”

Before you could ask any other questions Medic had disappeared into his room, behind a door that led directly into the main operating room. It seemed that you were left to your own devices. You could easily flee, but seeing that there were far worse things Medic could ask you to do, you ultimately decided that a massage really wasn’t that big of a request. With a sigh, you shook off any lingering dread and undressed, situating yourself beneath the white sheets on the massage table and waited.

Medic returned just a few minutes later, seeming pleased to find that you had not run off. You heard him approach the table, the click of his boots echoing in the operating room. “Let me know if you feel uncomfortable at any moment, taube.”

You made a soft sound of acknowledgement, and just like that, this strange little procedure was underway.

He drew the sheet away, just beneath your lower back, leaving you feeling surprisingly vulnerable. You tried to rationalize that Medic had seen you even more exposed in the past. The ex-doctor had literally seen the inside of your rib cage, yet something about this seemed far less clinical, especially when ran his hands down the length of your spine. His gloves had been removed, and his movements were smooth and steady. You took a deep breath, recognizing the mild scent of lotion. He really had gone all out for this.

With your head facing downwards it was difficult to tell where Medic was standing at any given moment. All you could focus on were his hands making their way over your back, every so often lingering in a particularly troublesome area. You couldn’t deny that it certainly did feel nice. Aches and pains that you had been trying to ignore for weeks seemed to melt away beneath his touch.

“How does that feel?” His voice broke the silence that had settled over the operating room.

“Good,” you murmured, your eyes drifting shut as you eased into his touch.

“Perfect. You’re doing very well too, so nicely relaxed,” Medic said, moving a bit lower down your back.

You couldn’t really focus on anything else but his ministrations, the power and size of his hands as they worked their way over your back, skillful fingers working muscle by muscle. And while you tried to avoid such thoughts, you couldn’t help but imagine them in other places, cupping your face, holding you down, stroking, caressing…

Your eyes shot open when you felt a familiar stirring. Oh no. Now was really not the time for this. In fact this might just be the absolute worst time to get an awkward, for-no-reason erection. Well, maybe not exactly ‘for-no-reason,’ but still.

Maybe you should have known that letting someone that you had always considered rather attractive put his hands all over you would lead to some less than wholesome thoughts, and some very embarrassing consequences of said thoughts. You had hoped that your initial suspicions that Medic was going to turn you into some kind of live specimen would dull such ideas, but here you were. Medic hadn’t shown even one sign of turning this into a practice in vivisection, and you were getting hard.

In your panic you barely noticed how low Medic had gone until he was at your hips, his fingers pressing into the flesh there.

“The hip has the second largest range of motion of all the joints in the human body,” Medic mused as he carefully located all the areas he deemed in need of work, seeming completely ignorant of your current predicament. “It’s such a powerful part of the body, which is why it’s so important to keep it working at peak condition.”

You barely resisted the urge to dig your fingers into the edges of the massage table when Medic began to work on your hips, carefully mapping out areas of tension and then working them thoroughly. This was most certainly not helping your condition. You tried to tell yourself everything was fine. This would be finished soon and you could take a few moments to calm down. After that you could tell Medic you felt much better and be in your way, never to speak of this again. You just had to wait it out.

After what felt like an eternity Medic moved on from your hips- only to continue at the backs of your thighs, this time working through the sheet rather than directly on your skin. He had no fun facts about anatomy to impart on you this time around. Instead he simply got straight to business. You swore if your heart beat any faster you would go into cardiac arrest right there. Then again, at least that would finally stop the blood from pumping southward.

You were just thankful that you weren’t facing Medic. He wouldn’t see you biting your lip as you tried not to gasp beneath his touch. The most he would see was the clenching and unclenching of your fists, which could easily be passed off as fidgeting. He also wouldn’t see how aroused you were, since you were face down. Now, if only this unconventional treatment would end so you could flee.

As if on cue,, Medic’s hands left your body and you heard him walking away. You lifted your head from the table, watching him retreat towards the counter with a victorious look on your face. You were done, right? The feeling of relief faded as you watched him apply more lotion. Maybe you could wait out a few more minutes-

“Now, I need you to turn over onto your back for this next part.” Medic’s words interrupted your thought process, and more importantly, immediately sent you into panic mode.

That wasn’t happening. You were calling it quits. You sat upright on the table suddenly enough to actually startle Medic. “Uh, actually I think I’m alright!” you stammered, holding the sheet in front of yourself and sitting with an awkward posture to try to hide any tell-tale signs of your arousal.

“Oh, is something wrong? I could easily adjust the pressure if it was uncomfortable,” Medic said, looking genuinely concerned. It was a look he rarely gave to his patients, ironically.

“Oh no! Nothing was wrong. This actually helped a lot! Seriously, I feel so much better! So I’ll just get out of your way now.” You were speaking hurriedly and with obviously fake enthusiasm, not doing a great job hiding your panic. You scrambled for your clothes, which were nearly folded on a nearby counter that was meant for the placement of surgical tools. “I’m sure you have experiments or other things to attend to. You’re a busy man-”

“Where exactly do you have to rush off to?” Medic placed a hand on your shoulder. It wasn’t firm, in fact he was basically just resting his hand on you. Even so, the small gesture was enough to stop you in your tracks.

“Medic?” you stammered, meeting his eyes hesitantly.

“You’re still so tense despite all the work I’ve done so far.” A wicked grin spread across his face, making you shiver- but not with fear. “Maybe I’m simply focusing on the wrong areas. Is that right, taube?”

His hand drifted down your arm. The act would have seemed mundane if it weren’t for the implications. You barely resisted the urge to lean into his touch or to follow after the sensation when he pulled his hand back.

“God damn it,” you muttered, defeated, knowing by now you were too aroused- and more obviously, too hard- to remain in denial. The sheet that you had inadvertently dragged with you when you jumped off the massage table did little to hide anything. “You already know what I want, don’t you.”

“Perhaps. But I want to hear you say it, just so I can be absolutely sure.” There was a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice. He was asking for your permission, trying to see if you truly wanted this. Even so, he managed to do it in the most sexually frustrating way possible for you.

Because you did want it. You wanted him so badly, even as a small part of you screamed that you shouldn’t. He was your coworker after all, and it would be terribly unprofessional. However it wasn’t long before reality came crashing down to remind you that this wasn’t just any coworker. This was Medic. Any semblance of professionalism went out the window the first time he split open your rib cage in order to perform open heart surgery while his pet doves tried to root around in your guts. You had nothing to lose with this man, and so you decided you were done being shy.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said, blunt and to the point. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks but you ignored it, completely focused on keeping your composure for now.

Medic laughed, actually looking a bit surprised before quickly collecting himself. “Not wasting any time with innuendo, I see! Well then, in that case-“

Medic leaned towards you, and in a moment of bravery or perhaps recklessness, you closed the distance between the two of you. Leaning forward, you pressed your lips against his, swiftly cutting off whatever he had been planning to say next. He made a soft noise of surprise before returning the kiss fervently, quickly taking control of the situation and teasing your lips apart with his tongue.

You choked back a moan, holding onto his upper arms to steady yourself as you felt your knees grow weak. It wasn’t fair, how easily he could make you melt as he worked his tongue against yours. His hips began to grind against yours, and you parted with a gasp, suddenly quite aware of your own arousal.

“Fuck,” you whined, unable to resist bucking back against him, desperate for any kind of stimulation. “I want you.”

“Eager little thing,” Medic whispered, his lips against your ear. You could feel his teeth bared in a wide grin and it sent a shiver down your spine. To your dismay, he pulled away from your grip, and you could barely resist the urge to move with him, to groan and press your body against his. He seemed to consider you for a moment, looking as if he was sizing you up before he spoke again.

“Bend over my operating table, taube.”

You were almost embarrassed by how quickly you obeyed, immediately leaning over and bracing yourself against the surgical table Medic had motioned towards. The grip you held on the edges of the metal surface almost turned your knuckles white, and you had to remind yourself to calm down. Barely anything had even happened yet, and you were already feeling nervous.

Medic’s footsteps and the sound of a cabinet opening made you crane your neck, trying to see what was going on behind you. You quickly noticed that he was retrieving something, and you recognized the small tube he held as surgical lube. You weren’t sure what else you expected. At least he was using something that was actually meant to go inside the human body. You wouldn’t put it past Medic to try to make some kind of experiment out of his sexual encounters.

When he made his way back towards you, you could barely keep from trembling. Whether it was from anticipation or nerves, you didn’t know. “You locked the door, right?” you asked suddenly, trying to distract yourself from your own anxiety, especially as you heard the cap of the lube being removed.

“Of course, taube,” Medic said, pausing and taking note of how nervous you were. Your body language was tense, and you fidgeted by running your fingers along the edge of the table. It was obvious this was new for you. “Just try to relax for this next part. I’ll go slow.”

Hearing such gentleness in Medic’s voice was unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. It did put you at ease, at least for a few moments. Logically, you knew what to expect, but even so, no amount of logic or expectations could prepare you for the actual feeling. Having Medic inside you- even if he was just using his fingers at the moment- was entirely new, exhilarating, and nerve wracking at the same time. You couldn’t help but tense up at the unfamiliar sensation.

“You’re very tight.” Medic’s tone was tinged with concern. Your face flushed with warmth, as if it could get any redder, and you were actually thankful to be bent over the table. If you had to look Medic in the eye you would probably disintegrate on the spot.

“Sorry, I’m trying to relax,” you muttered, practically pressing your face into the cold steel of the table.

“It’s alright, liebchen. Let me know if you want to stop”

There was a promise in those words, a sense of safety, a decree that no matter how much you submitted yourself, you were in control. This could stop whenever you wanted. That feeling alone allowed you to calm down and focus on the physical sensations rather than the emotional ones for a while.

“That’s it, just try to focus on how good this feels,” Medic said, curling his finger in just the right spot. You jerked against the table in surprise, gasping. Medic immediately picked up on your not-so-subtle reaction, continuing to aim for that sensitive area which would have you seeing stars before long.

You clutched onto the edges of the metal table, now squirming with pleasure rather than discomfort as Medic opened you up little by little. Soon he was able to add a second finger without much trouble, allowing him to apply more pressure. You couldn’t hold back your moans as Medic massaged your prostate, his fingers pulsing steadily as a fair amount of lube dripped down your ass.

“It’s starting to feel quite nice, isn’t it?” Medic asked, as if he couldn’t hear all the sultry noises you were making, as if he couldn’t see how your body was shivering as he pleasured you, preparing you for something that would feel even better. Your apprehension had dissolved at this point, and you found yourself bucking back to meet the steady thrusting of Medic’s fingers, desperate for more. You wanted to be filled so badly.

“Good boy,” Medic crooned, pressing his other hand against the small of your back, tracing his fingers down your spine and making you shudder. “You’re doing so well for me.”

Good boy… Oh god, you hoped that wasn’t going to awaken anything in you, although the way you thoroughly failed to hold back a moan was certainly telling. Of course, that just had to be the moment Medic pulled his fingers out of you, barely acknowledging the pitiful whine you made at the loss of stimulation.

“Get up and lay on the table for me, on your back.” He wasted no time ordering you around, his words calculated and measured. Even so, he was unable to keep the lust completely out of his voice. You could hear it in the unusually low tone and, more obviously, you could see it in the tenting of his pants.

You quickly turned around and hoisted yourself onto the table, eager for this to continue, desperately wanting to go even further. Medic smirked, glad to see that you were more than willing to follow his commands. Perhaps you even enjoyed being ordered around. That would definitely make for an interesting experiment in the future.

However, there were other matters to attend to at the moment- like the fact that Medic’s erection was still trapped uncomfortably behind layers of fabric. You watched breathlessly as he unfastened his belt, pulling his jodhpurs low enough to free his cock. He glanced back up at you and chuckled. You looked painfully hard, aching for his touch, precum already dripping down the length of your arousal.

You watched, gripping the edge of the table for dear life as Medic reached for the bottle of lube and poured the contents onto his palm generously. He slicked himself up, lazily stroking his cock, and your eyes were glued to his every move. The soft groans he let out as he did so were so erotic, and you desperately wanted to hear more. You wanted to hear them right against your ear as he pounded into you.

“Ready, mein täubchen?” he finally asked, grinning at you as you practically trembled with anticipation.

“Yes, please!”

Medic made a soft sound of approval as he pressed himself against your entrance. “So eager. Such a good boy for me.”

Alright, so that was definitely going to awaken something in you. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, you didn’t have the chance to dwell on that too much, because Medic was finally inside you, drawing a harsh moan from your throat as he entered you with a quick thrust. His pace slowed the moment he hilted inside you, allowing you to adjust to this new and very welcome sensation. Even as you tried to buck against him, he doesn’t give in, refusing to go any faster until he’s convinced that you're relaxed enough for it. It was sweet that he cared enough about your pleasure to hold back- but god damn it, you wanted him to fuck you into the table already.

That said, the transition from slow and steady to rutting like animals wasn’t prolonged at all. The moment Medic found himself able to thrust into you with little to no resistance, he picked up the pace. It wasn’t long before he was slamming his hips against yours, now chasing his own pleasure as well.

You covered your mouth with your arm, the last bit of self awareness you had telling you that you should probably at least try to muffle some of the embarrassing sounds you were making. That wouldn’t last long however, as Medic almost immediately pulled your arm away, pinning it against the table with a growl.

“Don’t you dare hold back now. If you want to come, you’ll let me hear just how badly you want it.”

Honestly, you were lucky that you didn’t come just from that. He released your arm, but the memory of how he overpowered you so easily was still fresh in your mind, a not so gentle reminder of who was in charge here. Still, you were hesitant.

“What if someone hears us?” you asked, still somewhat aware of the fact that there were in fact other people residing in the base.

“Let them hear, I want them to know that you're mine.” Medic leaned down, pressing his lips to your neck before biting the sensitive flesh. The sound that escaped you was louder than you thought you were capable of. You arched against him, gritting your teeth as you grappled with how the pain complimented the pleasure. He hadn’t bitten you hard enough to break the skin, but it would definitely leave a mark.

“So, you enjoy a bit of pain?” Medic asked, looking down at you like you were simply the intriguing result of an experiment. Maybe he had found a way to turn this encounter into one of his science projects after all.

The only response you could give was a nod and a low moan as Medic dug his fingers into your hips. You keened as he proceeded to drag his nails over your thighs. The stinging sensation along with the red lines that were left behind felt like trophies to you. You never had the opportunity to explore masochism, but it seemed like it was indeed something you enjoyed if the way you were moaning was any indication.

“Gute junge, singing so nicely for me. I want to hear just how loud you can get…”

A slight shift in angle was all it took. All too suddenly Medic was thrusting right against that sweet spot he had been teasing with his fingers earlier. Of course, his fingers really couldn’t compare to this.

“Oh fuck!” you cried out, bucking your hips involuntarily. “Medic!”

He was so used to hearing you scream his name like that in battle that hearing it in this situation was almost disorienting. Medic held onto the edge of the metal table to gain more leverage as he began to thrust harder. Your arms were draped around his body, and you tried to pull him close to you, as if he was the only thing keeping you grounded in the moment. Tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes, the sensations slowly becoming more and more overwhelming.

“It’s alright,” Medic whispered, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek and soothe you, brushing away your tears with his thumb. “You’re doing so well. Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Fuck yes! Don’t stop!” Your hold on him tightened, fingers digging into the fabric of his coat. With the adrenaline running through you, it was a wonder that it didn’t tear in your grasp.

“That’s it, hold onto me if you need to.” Medic’s breath hitched, that dominant tone faltering slightly as you felt him shudder against you. “Gott, I’m getting close.”

You didn’t want this to end, but a part of you was thankful to see that at least your stamina was pretty much equal to Medic’s. You knew you were getting close as well, the tight coiling pleasure inside you about to snap at any moment. You wrapped your legs around Medic’s hips, pulling him further into you with each thrust.

“Please touch me!” you begged, knowing that last bit of stimulation would be enough to push you over the edge. You needed it so badly.

Medic didn’t respond, but you felt his hand dragging down your body, lower and lower until he gripped your cock. He stroked you in time with his thrusts, and any noise you made was muffled by his lips pressed roughly against yours. You couldn’t last much longer like that, and your whole body trembled against his as you spilled over his hand and onto your stomach, moaning against his mouth as his tongue explored yours.

You were just beginning to come down when Medic pulled away suddenly, his body going stiff with a low groan. His own climax overtook him just a few moments after yours. He rode out his orgasm with a few more uneven thrusts, making you gasp as you began to feel overstimulated.

When he finally went still, neither of you had the energy to move. Your arms were draped over Medic’s shoulders, holding him close to you as you both gasped for air. You weren’t sure how long it was until you managed to catch your breath, but shortly afterwards both of you decided it would be wise to get your clothes back in order. The last thing you wanted was one of the other mercs to come in looking for treatment only to come across this scene.

You got dressed in silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence though, it was actually rather comfortable. Every so often you stumbled, limping slightly, and Medic allowed you to maintain your balance by holding onto him whenever your legs seemed about to buckle beneath you.

“Sorry,” you murmured, face flushing as you leaned heavily against Medic.

“It’s completely normal,” he reassured you with a soft laugh. “You may struggle to walk normally for a little while.”

You nodded, praying that none of the other mercenaries would catch you in the hall walking back to your room with a tell tale limp. Even if you managed to hide the limp, the hickeys on your neck may give you away just as easily. And of course there was also the possibility that they had overheard you moaning this whole time. You just prayed none of them would be willing to bring it up if they did.

“That was really good,” you said, laughing to yourself as the afterglow began to set in. Fully dressed now, you still leaned against Medic, both due to shakiness and also because of the simple desire to be close to him. “Knowing you, this was probably your plan from the beginning, wasn’t it?”

Medic smirked at you, brushing a strand of thoroughly tousled hair out of your face. He paused, simply admiring you for a moment before responding. “Perhaps it was. Can I assume that this will be a regular occurrence from now on?”

Despite his smug expression, Medic seemed to be choosing his words carefully. It was actually rather cute. You mirrored his smirk, responding by pulling him into another kiss by his tie. He made a soft sound of surprise before eagerly reciprocating.

It was safe to say that this was in fact going to be an ongoing treatment.

#tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #merc x reader #minors dni #smut #tf2 smut #team fortress 2 #cross posted on ao3 #tf2 #medic x reader #medic x you #medic tf2 #tf2 medic #medic team fortress 2 #tf2 fanfiction #kinktober

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vollzz · 9 months

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blackflame characters out of context!

tagged by the wonderful @space-writes, thank you!!! hope y’all are excited about blackflame because I have 20(!!) total chapters in this draft. the chapter names I have right now are placeholders and some are straight up too spoiler-y so there will be some redactions. game rules:

Rules: Include one character quote of your choosing ⁠from each chapter of your WIP (or as many chapters as you'd like). Give absolutely no context, save for what's between two parts of an interrupted sentence, should that occur. You may mention who said it.

I’m not specifying who is talking unless it’s part of the dialogue, so bonus points if you can guess who is saying what!

ready set go quotes are under the cut!

1. business as usual-

“You will forget you saw me here. You will turn around and walk to the other end of the estate before returning. If anyone questions you, say you saw an animal running about.”

2. the meeting-

“Would you believe me if I said I was taking inventory?”

3. eves-

“Perhaps if it was one of the mortal kings across the sea, I would entertain the idea, but Leon is incredibly uninteresting. I can barely stand to be in his presence, let alone seduce him - what is it with mortals and making the most idiotic choice of rulers?”

4. lorien-

“Calliope,” Tedrin crooned, “I can't say I know too much of Eves, but regardless of what your arrangement is, I wonder if we couldn't come to one ourselves.”

5. reunion-

“I’m sorry, if…” Lucas bit his lip. “If you’ve had experiences like that. It’s not right, that these uppity nobles think that just because you’re obnoxiously attractive they can take advantage of you.”

6.[redacted]’s party-

“Well, while I guess I appreciate your staunch defense of your fake fiancée’s honor, I'm asking that you please don’t ruin this outing with another dick measuring contest.”

7. dangerous territory-

“Very mature. I’ll have you know most women recognize the artfulness of the northern accent.”

8. consultation-

“There's every reason, you stupid whore,” James leaned forward, a newfound savageness in his voice, “I have to share Eves with you, some bitch that's traveling with a companion! Clearly they don't know about him, if you're sitting here in one piece.”

9. the heist-

“Agreed. It'll get some of the heat off our backs if we leave the guards be. I trust you to get it done, Calliope, but I will kill them if there's no other choice.”

10. blasphemy-

“So you just… talked all night then, I assume? Giggled to one another under the sheets?”

11. [redacted]-

“How interesting it is to see two little Lovers not ripping each other’s throats out. Is Eves getting bored with just one of you at a time?”

12. truth emerges-

“Spare me the worthless explanation, Calliope. If you truly must break my heart, it is only fair that I break yours in return.”

13. new beginnings-

“Look at you. You’ve barely eaten. You don’t speak, or even cry, or do anything besides sit on the godsdamned floor. Hate me all you want, but I’m not going to watch you shrivel into nothing. We’re going outside. Now.”

14. [hooo boy this one’s really redacted]-

“I do not feel that I can forgive you yet.”

15. [also redacted]-

“I can wipe your existence from this world with barely a thought. I brought your pitiful deity to their knees with as much effort as I expended on you. Be grateful you’re spared the fate that Eves endured at my hand, and perhaps consider that the next time you wish to disrespect me.”

16. [redacted] 2: electric boogaloo-

“To go from such elation to naught but vitriol… Were it not directed at me, I would find it fascinating.”

17. terror-

“I’m so sorry, Cal, I’m so sorry,” Lucas swallowed painfully. “I know you’re afraid. I’m not going to hurt you. We need to get out of here, okay?”

18. [redacted] also I haven’t written this yet lol

19. new destination-

“Pardon the outburst. Now, Calliope dear, if you will excuse me, I must go prostitute myself at Greylin’s insistence.”

20. [extremely redacted]-

“You are certain that Eves spoke of me? They mentioned me by name?”

wow that was a lot thanks for taking a look! I’m going to gently tag @sam-glade @squarebracket-trick and @awleeofficial. but also this one is fun and you get to share a lot for it so open tag too (and make sure you tag me so I can see I wanna read it all!!)

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blackflame tag list-

@hallwriteblr @kourumi @space-writes @at-thezenith @careful-fear @theunboundwriter @liv-is @eldritch-flower @kingkendrick7 @poetinprose

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walks-the-ages · 1 year

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Got an anon trying to defend the Avatar 2 movie once again lol, only this time trying to do it from a "holier than thou" stance of ""you don't actually care about people with Epilepsy!"" To cover the fact that they're defending shitty racist garbage that gives people seizures. 🤷

I mean. I literally follow Multiple people on here who can't drive now because seeing Avatar 2 gave them their first seizure in awhilr and had their driving license revoked. 🤷 And I literally had a coworker at my last job have epilepsy and have multiple seizures while on the job, ( but you know. Failed to inform any of her coworkers including that she was epileptic and had abscence seizures regularly despite knowing shes had them at work before up until I was literally about to call an ambulance when she out of the blue stood frozen at the register making repetitive noises and not responding and then acted like it was no big deal to inform me AFTER the fact.

Like. Please. If you are epileptic let your coworkers know and tell them how to behave if it happens when they're around, especially if you have the tonic clonic ones (my worker didn't have them thankfully) because people are uneducated

and fucking stupid from movies and books perpetuating old myths and I don't think you want to wake up from a seizure to find you have a broken jaw from someone shoving their hand in your mouth to stop you from "swallowing your tongue" )

Anyway, the cowardly anon had been blocked now lmao. Here's their Hot Take™:

" Don;t go on about how the mo0vie was bad for people with Epilepsy, only 3% of people with Epilepsy are phtosensitive and its annoyances like who who spread misinformation aboptu how flashing lights are the Epileptics community's biggest fear. The most common Epilepsy trigger is stress and dehydration/overheating but you don't see anyone giving a shit about our mental health or temperature. people like you just like to pretend that you care without actually doing any research."

1) this person is soooooo desperate to defend Racist Movie 2 electric Boogaloo they're going to pretend people talking about the inrony of it including an epileptic character while having seizure-inducing flashing lights for the aesthetic means I "don't actually care about epileptic people". Uhuh, sure.

2) I guess it you're the one of the millions of " 3% of people " with photosensitive epilepsy who has been impacted by the recent trend of big box office movies flagrantly endangering people for the sake of aesthetics when flashing lights are the trigger people are most publicly aware of but STILL choose to use despite knowing full well it's harmful, according to this anon you don't matter!

Apparently no one should EVER talk about the real world harm of having painful flashing lights in movies for the sake of aesthetic when people are aware they're dangerous and taking them out of the movie does it zero harm.

And that's JUST for people with photosensitive epilepsy, what about people with migraines and other photosesitivity disorders?

I literally can't watch the original Alien without closing my eyes or looking away from the screen for minutes at a time because there's so many scenes where it's just minutes of flashing black and white strobe lights. Let alone Avatar 2 in a theater where you can't as easily look away and the screen is so bright you can still see the lights behind your closed eyes lmao.

3) " I don't see ~anyone~ caring about epileptic people's mental health or well being or temperature" okay well, here's the solution: follow more activists then, instead of harassing random Tumblr users who are criticizing your favorite racist movie.

I am not the 'be all end all' of epilepsy rights because I made posts immediately after watching the movie over a month ago, pointing out how shitty it is that James Cameron went out of his way to include flashing lights that are known to cause seizures (and migraines and headaches) despite apparently caring about epileptic people enough to include an epileptic character in his movie-- when NOT including flashing lights would be step one to actually caring about people with Epilepsy.

Just because "only 3% of people are photosensitive"

Doesn't mean that you can say "giving 3% of millions of people who will watch my movie migraines and potential seizures is acceptable for my aesthetics" , especially when you can literally find first hand accounts everywhere online from people who were personally given seizures or migraines from watching this shitty three hour racist movie.

Anyways, stop trying to defend the shitty racist movie to me, and stop trying to pick petty fights in the guise of "activism", if you don't care about the millions of people with photosensitive epilepsy harmed by flashing lights, cool, have fun with that, but I'm not going to throw people under the bus because they're 3% of the population, considering I'm part of a 1% part of the population that's aromantic and asexual lmao.

Using small percentage numbers to make a population of vulnerable people seem insignificant falls apart when you consider that the world's population is currently at 10 digits and counting.

#walks talks #walks replies #anon ask #epilepsy #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #ableism #anon hate #hilarious anon hate actually

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alexinyell0w · 2 years

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IM BREAKING MY SILENCE AND TALKING ABOUT WHITEBOARD GATE AND BYLER

ok so hear me out right now. it's something I've noticed in all the seasons and I wondered about it while watching the show in one sitting. it seems the main couple (mileven) always reunite or get/come back together in THE LAST EPISODE.

"ok yeah duh, clown. that's how writing works." you're not listening. there's more it's so obvious.

their first kiss. THE LAST EPISODE RIGHT

I'm still talking. THE SECOND TO LAST EPISODE THEY REUNITE KISSING IN EPISODE 9 AND ACTUALLY GETTING BACK TOGETHER

the I love yous

the I love yous pt 2 electric boogaloo.

now, ofc that's just a trick of writing but when you're a writer and you do something a certain way MULTIPLE TIMES it's important for the GA (assuming it means general audience I don't actually know) to gather and realize these time points.

also as a writer you DEFINITELY know what you're doing with color theory with Mike and will so recognize this and move on. blue yellow green yeah we've been over this already.

now let's take a look to the future.

the god damned white board. the soul baine of my existence. taking a look (I'm not adding anymore pictures go figure PLEASE) the bottom right. episode 7. green lettering. we've been over this am I repeating myself?

YES. continuing. this was a larger thought in my head but we must now realize that at the end of season 5 we will probably see SOME couple get together. this couple BEING not mileven but maybe switching it up and putting will in place. (or a place of death either or) the writers know they used green and i can't see in their heads (matt and Ross im coming for you im slowly approaching your exact location on the global map) there's color coding reasons and only they would want to be petty and color code it. if it was mileven wouldn't you think it would be purple?

noting that we can have platonic byler and platonic mileven I'll be the devils advocate here. IF green is byler (and that's not a big if) why in the world would they be keeping Mike and will SEPERATE (seemingly) for like 3 episodes in a row? leading us to a different conversation of WHERE ARE THEY?? if it's platonic WHY were they separated or had little to no IMPORTANT moments together?? excellent question im ever so relieved you asked. go figure.

purple is in a lot of places LETS GO FIGURE mileven will have some romantic moments. maybe. maybe not. Mike didn't exactly throw in his apologies as much as we wouldn't wanted him to. he just said "I love you" and we're expected to forgive him. well not expected but Mike expects el somehow to do so. but than again, not really as he believes they can't come back from it, meaning he knew what he said was a dick thing to say.

we can assume we'll get some important mileven moments whether they be platonic or romantic or even a fight or a confrontation considering the red and blue =purple color rule. I personally think purple is 11s color tho SO if that is the case pertaining to colors WELL GET TO SEE SOME BAD ASS JANE/ELEVEN MOMENTS AND WHEN I TELL YOU IM HERE FOR IT YOU HAVE NO IDEA. so either way it works out OBVIOUSLY it will all advance to the plot. this is all a large hypothetical tho.

with the common usage of green in the end we can infer that something big happens with byler pertaining to the- large black dot in the middle of the board. thank you duffers.

disclaimer not saying BY ANY MEANS that any of these colors are actually important IM POINTING OUT things I've noticed and happily sharing them on a silly little public platform in hopes that I'm making sense here. does that make sense? anyway ok I'm done thank you

#i know my last post was about not understanding or being able to read byler end game coding but that was an hour ago and i was sleepy #i havent taken a nap sonce then i drank coffee and moved on like a real man #byler #stranger things 4 #mike wheeler #stranger things #stranger things 5 #will byers #mike x will #el hopper #eleven #byler endgame #blue and yellow meet in the west #whiteboardgate #white board gate #byler gate #flicker gate #im sorry i say go figure after every sentence i dont even say it in real life

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icannotgetoverbirds · 2 years

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Please for the love of god infodump at me

Twitch moderator applications are live here!

It Takes A Village

Writing Sideblog

I go by Byrd for short. I'm an intersex autistic trans man, I use it/he pronouns (unless it's funnier or gayer not to), I'm plural, and I'm over 18. I'm also an ex-mormon. Do not fucking proselytize any fucking religion at me. You will be blocked.

I mostly reblog about random shit, but sometimes I'll make original posts and/or respond with my take on a situation - those should be mostly tagged as #byrd chirps.

My exmo tag is #byrd is an exmo. Sometimes, my moot @twiggyfrogblog sends me birds, sometimes other people do too, so if you're looking for fantastic bird posts, the tags #byrd's birds and #ty twiggy! should take you there. Ask games are tagged #byrd's ask games. Transparent gifs are tagged as both #transparent gif and #transparent gifs.

I also have some new tags - #byrd's silly art, which is for my artwork (currently just me tracing photographs to try and wrap my head around concepts like shapes and shading), and #byrd's writing, which is how I tag any posts about my writing.

I am currently writing a fanfic - I've started to try and tag that as #stt and #byrd's silly little fanfic - once someone finds the fic on AO3, I'll put a link in here.

Some of my posts/reblogs contain triggering/heavy/nsfw topics. I do my best to tag these, but I'm not perfect. Let me know if I miss anything. I don't generally tag swearing, and I do use the word queer as a self-identifier unapologetically.

I have a few sideblogs - some of which are currently inactive. I won't link them here - see if you can find them!

I'm friends with Kea, a writer who distributes his work under a pseudonym, and I have his permission to post his writing. Here is my favorite of his, The Model and The Letter.

Lots of links below the cut, including resources and ask games.

Current ask games:

Not Like The Other Ask Games™

Who Am I To You?

Gentle Cottagecore

Iconic Tumblr Post

Vibe Check

Why Do You Tolerate Me

What am I the patron saint of?

Colors

Character Opinion Bingo

what 3 fictional characters do you associate with me

?????

Another Character Opinion Bingo

????? 2 electric boogaloo

Another Colors

Pokemon types

Literally anything (I make no promises of answers, however)

❤

send me a shitty summary of my blog?

want me to pick a sentence from one of my WIPs to share?

the blorbo blingus (character ask game)

litcherally just ask me anything about my ocs

who am i to you?

toss me a gender, why dontcha

polyamory asks

squishmallow character ask game

In addition, I really enjoy helping to name things like fictional characters and whatnot. I have a method that I use that creates original names with meaning - it's not foolproof, but I've come up with some great names through it.

If you need help naming someone/something, feel free to send in an ask at least giving me a few words you'd like associated with the thing - more information is better, though! There's no cost, either - it's a fun exercise in creativity on my end. These will be tagged as #byrd's name game.

DNI is in my bio.

Other links -

Resources:

My ex-terf/ex-radfem blog

Everything you know about obesity is a lie (tw minor healthism in the article)

Body Neutral/Positive Recipes Base Post (feel free to contribute!)

Body Neutral/Positive Recipes Main Thread

Free Online ASL Lessons

Planned Parenthood's sex ed tab

help getting out of medical debt for usamericans

Masterlist of Native/Indigenous products

Good picrews for fat people

literally every animorphs book for free

Alternative search engines

The distinction between hating men and being a feminist and why it's so important

Pi-Hole

Piracy Subreddit

Drawing Tips Masterpost

Visual Snow Syndrome

If you need a smile:

Get a random birb

No Notes Bungus

Handmade ball python plushies

Good news: COVID-19 edition

The world's cutest alligator

Good news: Climate Change edition

A Different Aftermath

An important reminder

an absolutely buckwild idea i had

Tumblr writers

The Model and The Letter by Kea (if it gets 420k notes by the end of the year I'll read Animorphs and maybe write an essay about it)

Kea's Chapbooks on Ao3

Tumbleweed by Kea

Tumblr's Folk Tales

Misc:

The origins of parafonian

Kissinger Death Tontine

#pinned post #kea #resources #parafonian #exmo #byrd is an exmo #im feeling very exmo in this chilis tonight #exmormon #ex mormon #exlds #ex lds #ex religious #apostate #apostake #avian apostate :>#byrd's ask games #byrd chirps #tw o word

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cuddle-2-electric-boogaloo · 1 year

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Oh yeah I should probably write an introduction post I've only been on tumblr for a month and a half

Hello.

I'm cuddle-2-electric-boogaloo, otherwise known as Adam. I am an 18 year old autistic bisexual disaster. In case it wasn't obvious I like vore. Specifically non-sexual, soft, comfy vore. If you don't, that's absolutely fine, but this blog probably ain't for you. Just don't harass me about it, because it wouldn't be very cash money of you. Main blog is @official-bastich but I mostly use this blog tbh, just letting you know so that if you get a like, comment or dm from it then you know its me.

I will post lots of vore stories (and eventually vore art once I get better at it), mostly of OCs or one-off characters. I am also going to be making a big world with a bunch of stuff (including vore, obviously), any instance of which will be tagged as #the vore lore™️, as well as biological analyses of fictional creatures because I'm weird like that.

Asks and dms are always open unless specified otherwise, and I would rp if I knew what I was doing. To say I'm socially inept is an understatement. Prey leaning switch, but happy to be pred.

Anyway, DNI the usual stuff (racists, terfs, lgbtq+ phobes, pedos, etc.) as well as sexual and/or exclusively hard/fatal vore blogs and fetish/kink/sexual blogs in general. Minors can interact, but please please be careful, and I would prefer you to be at least 16. It's for your own good.

Oh and this post will also serve as an index for my main stories/art, which will be below:

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amyfevernight · 1 year

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What i learned from All Engines Go without actually watching the show (Season 1 + Shorts)

i’ve got the season 2 episodes but season 2 ain’t done yet so eh also race for the sodor cup isn’t here because i’m thinking of doing the movies seperately

done in the same format as MLP’s “What I Learned Today”/”What I Learned This Time”/”What I Learned This Other Time”

SEASON 1

A Thomas Promise: HAVING A PISSING CONTEST IS JUST GOING TO MAKE THINGS WORSE Thomas Blasts Off: THOMAS IS AN ATTENTION WHORE License to Deliver: CAN SOMEONE GET PERCY A DOCTOR, HE LOOKS LIKE HE’S GOING TO HAVE A PANIC ATTACK Rules of the Game: THOMAS IS AN ATTENTION WHORE: ATTENTION WHORE HARDER A Quiet Delivery: BUY EARMUFFS. OR TAKE A DIFFERENT QUIET ROUTE, JESUS CHRIST. Kana Goes Slow: STOP BEING SUCH A DAMN SPEED DEMON Dragon Run: THOMAS IS AN ATTENTION WHORE: THIS TIME IT’S PERSONAL The Biggest Adventure Club: HEY LOOK, THE SPIN-OFF NOBODY ASKED FOR, SANDY IS ALSO AN ATTENTION WHORE Percy’s Lucky Bell: DON’T TAKE BELLS I GUESS? Sandy’s Sandy Shipment: I HATE SAND, IT’S COARSE, ROUGH AND GETS EVERYWHERE A Wide Delivery: HOLY SHIT THOMAS, STOP BEING SUCH AN ATTENTION WHORE Counting Cows: COWS ARE AWESOME Music is Everywhere: THAT ISN’T MUSIC, THAT’S NOISE Backwards Day: DON’T BELIEVE RUMORS, IDIOT Chasing Rainbows: RAINBOWS ARE FUCKING AWESOME Nia’s Balloon Blunder: BALLOONS I GUESS? Capture the Flag: STOP BEING A FUCKING SPEED DEMON, HOLY SHIT DUDE Mystery Boxcars: GET. A BIGGER. BATTERY. Super Screen Cleaners: MOVIES ARE AWESOME I GUESS? AND CLEAN SHIT, I DUNNO Overnight Stop: JESUS CHRIST CAN SOMEONE GET PERCY SOME MEDICINE OR SOMETHING, WE’RE GETTING WORRIED ABOUT HIM NOW The Joke Is On Thomas: BEING AN OBNOXIOUS DICK IS OKAY AS LONG AS YOU SAY “IT’S JUST A PRANK BRO” Lost and Found: STOP TRYING TO TAKE SHORTCUTS, STUPID Thomas' Day Off: THIS EPISODE IS FILLED WITH LIES, DAYS OFF ARE AWESOME The Real Number One: IMAGINE HAVING YOUR EGO SHATTERED BECAUSE YOUR FUCKING NUMBER GOT COVERED Roller Coasting: GET. PERCY. SOME. FUCKING. HELP. No Power, No Problem!: IT IS A PROBLEM. BECAUSE YOU ARE TRAINS. SPECIFICALLY FOR THE ELECTRIC ONE. The Tiger Train: THE RETURN OF THOMAS BEING AN ATTENTION WHORE Can-Do Submarine Crew: YOU’RE TELLING ME THEY CAN DELIVER A CHINESE DRAGON BUT NOT A FUCKIN’ SUBMARINE? Eggsellent Adventure: THE GREAT BRITISH BAKE OFF IS AWESOME Calliope Crack-Up: ISN’T THIS TECHNICALLY MURDER Tyrannosaurus Wrecks: DINOSAURS ARE AWESOME The Super-Long Shortcut: GORDON IS GOING TO GET SCRAPPED SOON, ISN’T HE A Light Delivery: HAVING PISSING CONTESTS MAKES THINGS WORSE: THE SEQUEL The Paint Problem: THOMAS IS AN ATTENTION WHORE AND THIS EPISODE IS JUST ALL IN VAIN BUT WORSE Wonderful World: HOW DO YOU LOSE FUCKING TREES?? Whistle Woes: WHISTLE GO TWEET TWEET OR SOMETHING Letting Off Steam: “LASHING OUT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER” ISN’T A GOOD MORAL, NIA Nia's Perfect Plan: NIA IS AN IDIOT Something to Remember: EYO WASSUP, IT’S YA BOI DEMENTIA Sandy Versus the Storm: SANDY IS ALSO AN ATTENTION WHORE 2: ATTENTION WHORE BOOGALOO An UnbeLEAFable Day: MOTHERFUCKER, I WILL BEAT YOU FOR THAT PUN. A Rusty Rescue: THOMAS DIDN’T LEARN SHIT FROM THE LUCKY BELL Ghost Train: HELLO DOCTOR? YEAH, IT’S PERCY AGAIN Hide and Surprise!: DIESEL CAN YOU PLEASE STOP GETTING INTO PISSING CONTESTS Pop a Wheelie: YEP, GORDON’S GETTING SCRAPPED. ALSO, THOMAS AND DIESEL, WILL YOU TWO STOP FUCKING HAVING PISSING CONTESTS. Goodbye, Ghost-Scaring Machine: FINALLY, PERCY GOT SOME FUCKING HELP More Cowbell: USE MY MOTHERFUCKING MEMES AS EPISODE TITLES AGAIN AND I WILL FUCKING BREAK YOU. Sir Topham Hatt's Hat: IT’S A FUCKIN’ HAT DUDE. Nia's Surprising Surprise: BIRTHDAY EPISODE I GUESS A New View for Thomas: HOW DID HAROLD NOT FUCKING DIE Skiff Sails Sodor: >IMPLYING ANYONE CARED ABOUT THIS ONE Song of Sodor: WHAT DID YOU EXPECT, IT’S A BENCH. ALSO SOMETHING SOMETHING BUY OUR TOYS

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SHORTS

Diesel’s Rules: KANA LITERALLY WON THE TRAIN GENE POOL AND YOU’LL NEVER BE BETTER THAN HER Nia and the Ducks: DUCKS ARE AWESOME Muddy Thomas: TOPHAAAAM, THOMAS IS JUMPING INTO STUPID BETS AGAIN Kana and the Butterflies: TEEHEE GIRLS LIKE BUTTERFLIES: THE SHORT Percy’s Perfect Place: GODDAMN LET PERCY FUCKING SLEEP Crystal Cavern: THOSE CRYSTALS ARE RADIOACTIVE. CAN TRAINS DIE FROM RADIOACTIVE ACTIVITY? PROBABLY NOT James and the Dragon: JAMES IS A FUCKIN’ PUSSY Diesel’s Seagull: LITERALLY DIESEL AND THE DUCKLINGS AGAIN, SEE ME AFTER CLASS. Thomas and the Troublesome Trucks: THE TRUCKS ARE DICKS, WHAT A SURPRISE Surprise!: THIS IS JUST A SHORT VERSION OF AN EXISTING EPISODE, SEE ME AFTER FUCKING CLASS. Too Loud Nia: STOP BEING AN ANNOYING LITTLE SHIT Lighthouse Disco: [RISE DUNGEON THEME INTENSIFIES] Horrible Hiccups: TRAINS CAN GET HICCUPS NOW I GUESS The Big Balloon Breakout: MORE GODDAMN BALLOONS JESUS Sandy Tidies Up: TIDY, SHIT, YADDA YADDA Carly and Cranky’s Big Lift Off: DO YOU EVEN FUCKIN’ LIFT BRO??? Hay, Now!: MOTHERFUCKING HAYSTACKS Red Light, Green Light: LITERALLY A GAME OF RED LIGHT GREEN LIGHT WHO CARES Confetti Car Kerfuffle: CONFETTI IS AWESOME Skiff Upon The Sea: SERIOUSLY DOES ANYONE GIVE A FUCK ABOUT SKIFF

#all engines go #ttte #thomas the tank engine #ttte aeg #aeg

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aulupine · 2 years

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One of those playlist challenges but actually tagged by a mutual this time

I see you @thunderdone Thanks for the tag! Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. No skipping!

I much like thunder have a million fucking playlists and they all have different vibes so here's from my likes as well. Be prepared for whiplash, and no explanation because my taste is... wild xD

1. It's All Futile! It's All Worthless! - Lovejoy Wilbur, and indie-alt. Need I say more?

2. 4BLOOD - Kira, Hatsune Miku I got nothing... This can only be explained by the words: "Animation Meme Vibes".

3. Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic Literal animation memes. Uh...., that and one hell of a smarmy character/confidence booster song lmao

4. Pushing Me Away - Linkin Park A bitch do be depressed

5. Killer Queen - Mad Tsai Uh, animation, storytelling but also savage spite revenge song vibes. And if anyone knows me, they know I like my sarcastic bitch vibes probably a bit too much

6. Roses Are Red (Violets Are Blue) - Jon Caryl A bitch do be depressed 2 electric boogaloo

7. Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Panic! at the Disco Vaguely edgy alt-pop with a hell of a sound. Idk, it's old P!atD so yeah vaguely nostalgic and has a good sound. Just... pleasing to the earbones *shrugs*

8. Hourglass - Set It Off We're just rolling through my edgy picks aren't we, goddamn! One of my "fuck it all and fight" vibe songs, when you want to wear stompy boots and tip your chin up at the world. Could accurately be described as: "everything sucks so fuck it, what else could go wrong?"

9. Until the Wolves Come Out - NateWantsToBattle It's his friggin original album, with P!atD mixed with FOB vibes, and a hint of "fuck it society won't listen so I'll make them" vibes. Good fucking shit. Not my favorite song from this album but definitely a good one! (check him out, did a lot of fandom stuff too, you've probably heard his stuff. I genuinely prefer his original stuff funnily enough tho lmao)

10. Songs for a Guilty Sadist - Crywank Blame Wilbur. Don't actually listen to this much at all, but it's what came up. I like the chords and lyrics, just not Crywanks specific version. One of those weird times I like a cover more than the OG Honorable mention: Pinch Me - Young Friend Idk alt-indie-pop kinda? Depressed but cheery, masking vibes. Love me some masking vibes.

Honorable mention 2 Electric Boogaloo: "Cosmic Dreams - Intro" - Jay Sarma, Ritorikal I like instrumental stuff, especially if it makes me feel like I'm in an edgy concept anime video, witnessing the end of the universe and the beginning of a new one, going through a metamorphosis one might say.

Conclusion: What I'm learning is that, wow I'm depressed and it *shows* xD

Tag Time! uh, Honestly I don't have 10 people I'd tag, lets try @baronazazel @littledreamsoflife @thepidgeonqueen @catzoomies @corveknight And uh, anyone else who wants to try lol. Also no req to do this and if you've already been tagged, feel free to ignore!

#music #caff talks #playlist challenge #spotify #musical whiplash #dear god #a bitch do be depressed

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prismatic-bell · 2 years

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I got tagged by @anyawen, so here I be.

“Rules : post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (please repost, don’t reblog) This isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!”

Bold of anyone to assume I have a WIP folder, but here's what's cooking. You will note absolutely none of these titles have anything whatsoever to do with the fics they're related to.

send help Scars 2: Electric Boogaloo crochet Bond 5 + 1 end of the world Anya's thing Arizona TentaQ QPPBWN Walesfic I...do not know that I have enough people to tag. Let's see here. @emiliasilverova, @boffin1710, @soufflegirl91, @zetsubonna (different fandom but I'm 90% sure you're a writer), @aniron48....yeah, I'm a shit tagger.

If you want to take a crack at it, consider yourself tagged. <3

#a twist of meme

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pushplay2014 · 1 year

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The Last of Us Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

Thanks for visiting Seattle! Fuck you and get out: The Game

I originally started this review almost immediately after the game’s release in June 2020; I have, of course, sat on my ass and done fuck all with it in the time that’s since passed. After recently going back through for another replay I’ve added a bunch of thoughts alongside my initial thoughts & feelings below. Please enjoy- only taken me three actual fucking years to finish the thing. At one point, about midway through The Last of Us 2′s gruelling 20+ hour campaign, Ellie lets out an exasperated “Fuck Seattle”. Yes Ellie, fuck Seattle. Fuck Seattle indeed.

I’d turn around tbh m8.

If the past year in the real world (It’s really fun isn’t it) have taught us anything, it’s that human beings can be harsh, unkind and animalistic in their instinct to look out for number one in the face of an uncertain threat. The Last of Us Part 2 isn’t interested in archetypical videogame escapism, generic heroic character tropes or trite ‘and everything was fine in the end’ storytelling templates. It’s harrowing and nihilistic, it worms its way into your thoughts and lingers long after you’ve put the controller down, and it seems to take great joy in breaking its characters and making them resign to the inevitable violence of this crushing and sadistic world; but with the world thrust into post-apocalyptic oblivion, what good would sugar-coating things do?

The Last of Us Part Dos is not a pretty game per se. It is, and remains from a technical and graphical standpoint, one of the finest looking games we’ve seen to date, but thematically it’s a dilapidated wreck, a car crash sprawled across the side of the road that you slow down to gaze at through pure morbid curiosity. It’s brutal, harsh, and harbours a borderline terrifyingly grim obsession with violence and the consequences that that violence wreaks, and the ostensibly blasé attitude that the game’s world and its inhabitants have towards its sadistic violence, routine killings and acts of pure horror only serve to highlight this. Its encroaching, hopeless attitude and world design will consume you in a similar way to games like Dark Souls & Bloodborne, baiting you into pushing through the seemingly endless cycles of violence and exploration of a shattered, post-pandemic USA; its pacing and story laden with twists and turns will sink its hooks into you from the very start and refuse to let go; the paths the two lead characters tread constantly looping and weaving their way back on each other in an almost Pulp Fiction-esque scenario reel. This is a game that strings you along a trail of impossible decisions and terrifying situations and forces you to keep pushing forward, no matter what the cost, because you just need to get to that point on the horizon and maybe, just maybe, find some reason to continue on. There’s that morbid curiosity again.

Abandon hope all ye who enter here.

When looking at the Last of Us Part 2: Die Harder we need to look beyond the generic post-apocalyptic zombie (let’s use that term very fucking loosely, shall we?) third person shooter Walking Dead simulator that - much to their chagrin - a large portion of players are content to class this and the first game as. To simply call this game gritty would be a disservice; ‘gritty’ conjures up images of every third person shooter & FPS game of the last decade, where everything is grey, the game world is strategically and deliberately lined with chest-height piles of rubble and burnt-out cars, and a gruff, shaven-headed, generic angry white guy protagonist is left to breathlessly “HNNNGHHHH” his way around the environment whilst shooting Russians/aliens/street gangs/brown people in the face whilst the game’s script writer may as well be audibly fucking screaming in the background of said awful main character’s inner monologue about justice, revenge, or redemption- all the generic ‘i’m going to shoot up a school one day’ tropes that gamers™ so dearly love. (Read: Gears of War, Killzone, Kane & Lynch, Homefront, every Call of Duty game ever - man the 2010′s were fun, right?)

Turns out Roxanne really, REALLY wanted to put on the red light.

The Last of Us Episode 2: Attack of the Clones transcends the traditional post-apocalyptic ‘gritty’ videogame. It leaves behind the failed promises of the ‘destroyed beauty’ of a ruined world made by games like Gears of War, Fallout, and every other videogame ever made post-2005; Instead it gives us an inherently bleak glimpse into an increasingly savage and all-consuming world that’s struggling to claw its way back to some semblance of civilisation amid sparring human factions and the threat of the infected, where ritual killings and escalating violence are a day-to-day occurrence. So no, it’s not pretty, but then the apocalypse wouldn’t be pretty, would it?

From the outset, The Last of Us: The 2 Towers is a stark exercise in the age-old life lesson of what you want not necessarily being what you need. The Last of Us Part 1 ended with an iconic, Sopranos-esque fade to black cliffhanger. It left us with a million unanswered questions, sure, but the fates of Joel and Ellie were effectively left frozen in time and our imaginations were left to try and work out what happened after. They were safe, as safe as ‘safe’ can be in their world, in videogame canon as they existed solely within that first game. Since the initial rumours were being thrown around that developer Naughty Dog was working on a sequel to the 2013 game, people were split down the middle as to wether or not this was necessarily needed, at least for Joel and Ellie’s story-arc. But fans clamoured for it, Sony surely knew that a sequel would make racks on racks on racks, and thus, I’m Going To Silently Choke Every Enemy I Come Across For An Uncomfortable Amount Of Time Whilst Gurning 2: The Game was born; Which is essentially Naughty Dog saying “Here’s that sequel you wanted, but you best believe it’s gonna cost you. We’ll be taking £50, and all that emotional baggage you’ve been carrying for 7 years”. From the off the game makes itself clear that it is not interested in being a run-of-the-mill, merry little zombie-killing jaunt; it won’t be a thrill-ride like Naughty Dog’s own Indiana Jones-simulator Uncharted 4 that peddles a paper-thin ‘mature’ ‘uh-oh! looks like the past has finally caught up with this hero!’ narrative that digs itself a hole and then seemingly resolves itself out of nowhere at the last minute. The Last of Us Part 2: Judgement Day is an uphill slog through increasingly brutal choices and actions because, and never forget, you said that you wanted this - it’s an exercise in teaching you, no matter how much you don’t want to learn this particular lesson, that your actions have consequences; Everything you did to survive in the first game comes home to roost and you’re going to have to live with that. We should’ve listened to that wrinkly little sex grandad Mick Jagger when he told us we can’t always get what we want.

‘‘If you go down to the woods today... don’t”

Rockstar’s 2010 confused-cowboy-scowls-at-things epic Red Dead Redemption could have ended with a similar fade to black as The Last of Us at the moment that protagonist/anti-hero/annoyed horse rider John Marston calmly accepted his fate and finally opened up those barn doors during his daring last-stand against government agents; we of course knew he was doomed, but in our heads, and in videogame canon, he would have remained alive because we didn’t see any triggers being pulled, and that’s the way it would have stayed. Ultimately that doesn’t happen, and you’re forced to watch as John is ‘atoned for his past sins’ as it were in the form of being violently gunned down for his years of robbery, violence and general rootin’ tootin’-ness running with his old gang of hat wearers and ‘WHAT IN TARNATION’ shouters. The Last of Us Part 2: The Lost World hammers home a similar principle; its violence is almost biblical in its nature at times, thematically an ‘eye for an eye’ as its characters and its world no longer know how to respond to acts of violence with anything other than more violence. All the while, you’re forced to find a front row seat, make yourself comfortable, and enjoy the show- because try as you might, you just can’t look away, can you?

“Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does.”

The Last of Us Part Deux opens with a slightly greyer, slightly gruffer, still #dadgoals Joel confiding in his brother Tommy as to how and why he did what he did in that hospital in Utah a few years ago. It’s apparent from the offset that there is an air of considerable tension between Joel and Ellie, with the overarching theme of the few Joel and Ellie flashback sequences mostly being used to show Joel desperately try to claw his way back to the dynamic that the pair had towards the tail end of the first game. The relationship between Joel and Ellie is again at the core of this game’s storytelling, but as opposed to building this relationship up via a slow-burn to an explosive crescendo like in the first game, this time we’re shown all the times it was dismantled and patched back together again over the gap between games. We see Joel’s ham-fisted and bungling attempts at some sort of traditional father/daughter bonding with Ellie, his desperation to get back to some semblance of a natural dynamic between the two as he visually struggles to come to terms with the fact that she might not need him anymore; that she’s growing up and wants to forge her own path in life, even if that means holding him at arm’s-length and keeping her distance as she learns her own life lessons and makes bad decisions, all whilst he tries to win her affection once again like an absent father, with guitar lessons and terrible dad jokes. With the dents in their relationship laid bare for all to see, it’s the frustration, guilt and weight of all her own, and those that she loves, past decisions that Ellie harnesses into her driving force during this game. This is a tale not of survival, of hope or of fighting against the odds as it was in the first game; this is a tale of violence and the cycle of revenge that it brings, of all-consuming inner turmoil, and of the repercussions of every single decision that you make in this unforgiving world.

“YEAAAAAH I’M GONNA TAKE MY HORSE TO downtown Seattle”

The moment that sets up the pieces in play for the remainder of the story is the brutal execution of Joel at the hands of an initially unknown hostile faction, with another angry young woman also seemingly carrying a lot of emotional baggage striking the killing blow to an almost unrecognisable bloody and beaten Joel. (Think that bit from the first BioShock. If Tarantino directed it. It’s even got a golf club too) It happens, it’s over in a flash, and we’re left to sit there reeling and cursing, thinking ‘surely not?’; we’re almost indoctrinated through movies/TV/videogames to be so used to seeing a beloved character be saved in the face of impending death right at the last minute by someone crashing in from out of nowhere, gunning everyone down and saving the day. This never arrives. The Last of Us Part 2: The Chamber of Secrets delivers its mission statement forcibly here and lets you know that you’re not going to like where this story is going, but by god does it know that you’ll want to see it through to the very end. We see all of this through the eyes of Ellie; This, the death of her father-figure, her best friend, her confidant and the only real protector she’s ever known executed like an animal in front of her as she lies bloodied and helplessly pleading with the attackers, unable to do anything other than watch. Sound fades from the scene, you hear Ellie’s rapidly increasing heart rate, her franticly gasping for breath as she lies staring dazed and so desperately confused into the eyes of the corpse in front of her that she once knew as the only real constant in her life. It’s this moment that Ellie is forced to relive over and over again throughout the course of the game as we slowly but surely strip away all the generic videogame pre-tense and even all the usual ‘Look, she’s a girl kicking ass in a videogame! She’s got a bow and arrow too, like Lara Croft! Good for you! Feminism!’ theme that even the game’s own trailers and promotional material would lead you to believe; and yes, Ellie is still presented to be the same incredibly brave, headstrong, determined and quick-witted character we grew to love from the first game, but she’s also shown to be a scared, confused and alone 19 year old struggling with PTSD.

“Life, uh, finds a way.”

The Hideo Kojima-esque bait-and-switch ruse that The Last of Us Part 2: 2 Fast 2 Furious pulled in all its pre-release trailers and marketing created various rabid fan-theories and story speculation in the months leading up to the game’s release. The inclusion of Joel in these trailers alongside a pissed-off, scowl-y and vengeful Ellie pointed to the roles being reversed and daddy Joel now essentially being the Yoda to Ellie’s incredibly more bloodthirsty Luke Skywalker (More so to pop up every now and again and go “R U SURE??” whenever Ellie mentioned that she felt like murdering lots of people in the name of revenge, less singing about seagulls), only to have him replaced by another character in the final version of the game on account of Joel having a fucking golf club wedged into his skull. This was reminiscent of the aforementioned videogame genius/absolute #madlad Hideo Kojima and the now iconic deception/shithousery that he pulled prior to the 2001 release of the massively (understatement of the century?) anticipated Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty. Swapping out fan-favourite and previously sole mainline series protagonist Solid Snake for the rookie Raiden was a hell of a gamble, especially considering you play 90% of the game as the angst-ridden, confused, ‘LOL HE LOOKS LIKE A WOMAN RIGHT GUYS???’ newcomer, while Snake just swans around in the background looking effortlessly more badass and heroic whilst smoking more than Dot Cotton during a particularly stressful episode of Eastenders, all the while being weirdly aroused by guns at every opportunity he’s given to talk about them. (Which was something they kept for the sequel because, Kojima. Like father, like genetically-engineered clone son, I guess?)

Many videogames since, and indeed before Metal Gear Solid 2, have pulled the trick of replacing characters in trailers/promotional material in a bid to pull the wool over the eyes of the player and give us that ‘WHAAAAA??’ moment that we all so dearly crave (Go contract amnesia, play Bioshock again and tell me that twist doesn’t hit you like a truck. Depressingly, in the 13 years since it’s never been bettered. Fight me); Halo 2 did it by making you play as the bad-guy-that-isn’t-really-bad-because-the-evil-space-monkeys-were-actually-the-real-evil-ones-all-along Arbiter for half of the game (then made him unplayable (Co-op doesn��t count, shut up) in Halo 3 when he has THE BEST MOMENT IN THE WHOLE FUCKING GAME); Assassin’s Creed 3 planted you in the shoes of the generic Pirates of the Caribbean bad-guy-reject Haytham for what felt like an eternity before the AND YOU WERE EVIL THE WHOLE TIME reveal, and in Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain Kojima returned to the well one last time, casting you as Big Boss, but not really, but really for a little bit, but then actually not really again, but then it turns out the whole time he was sort of watching you? Like some sort of private militia warlord voyeur? Because videogame plots? (That’s an essay for another day)

The internet-breaking-before-the-internet-REALLY-took-off MGS2 rug-pull that Kojima pulled some 22 years ago set the precedent for a way of framing a lead character as something more than a one-dimensional ‘hero’; Raiden’s reverence for Solid Snake in MGS2 is that of the player themselves- this is a character that you journeyed alongside and fought countless battles with standing across from you, now in the shoes of the inexperienced rookie. You’re clamouring to get back into the safe and familiar role of Snake because the game frames him as this unflappable badass - the quintessential action hero; In the Last of Us Part 2: I Still Know What You Did Last Summer there remains a discourse regarding the fact that you do not play as the experienced & battle-hardened Joel and instead take on the roles of two women in Ellie & Abby who, whilst this cold-blooded world is the only one they’ve ever known, are still the ‘rookies’ in this story - this journey of revenge, violence and ultimately the guilt and trauma that your actions wreak over the course of the narrative is amplified all the more due to the fact that it’s these character’s ‘first time round’ so to speak - these are the mistakes, consequences and life-lessons that they must endure in this fractured world where there are no second chances.

“And who could forget dear Rat King?”

The implosion heard across the internet that coincided with the release of The Last of Us 2: The Wrath of Khan was solely united in one voice: ‘GIRL WITH MUSCLES BAD’. The outpour of vitriol that spawned from the surprise character switch midway through the game’s campaign to place you in control of Abby (Aforementioned golf-club-to-the-head-of-Joel lady) for another 10 hours or so was met with relentless criticism from fans; ‘BUT THE MEAN LADY KILLED THE NICE DAD MAN!’ shouted middle-aged men in their droves. ‘SHE HAS MUSCLES AND SCARES ME AND I DON’T WANT TO FUCK HER. THIS GAME ISN’T WHAT I WANTED’ screamed more generic videogame-men into the void that is the internet post-2020. Complaints of ‘WHERE HER BOOBS @????’ echoed off of parent’s basement walls everywhere. The guttural screams of ‘WOMAN WITH MUSCLES LOL LESBIAN!!! UNREALISTIC BODY!!!!’ were heard pouring forth from every male human currently in existence with one of those shit incel goatee-neckbeard things.

The inclusion of Abby’s playable role in the latter half of the campaign is something of an emotional sucker-punch, but ultimately upon reflection it becomes the rarest of all beasts: a story arc that genuinely makes you reflect on your time spent with Ellie & Joel, and leads you to question if they were ever the ‘good’ characters all along. In a world such as The Last of Us’s post-apocalyptic, pandemic-ridden and feral United States, do such black and white tropes as ‘good’ and ‘evil’ really even exist anymore?

Took a wrong turn on the way to the Sarah Connor convention.

Abby’s story runs parallel to Ellie’s on the surface; a tale of revenge wrought by two emotionally-scarred young women, fuelled by a hatred that has been simmering within for years ultimately coming to an explosive climax. Unlike Ellie, who’s angst and resentment in the years since the first game has almost been lost in the mire of what you sense is a near-constant feeling of emptiness and boredom, left to settle into a ‘normal’ life in a cosy community and longing for some sort of action to happen; Abby’s years have been a juxtaposition to Ellie’s, with a clear goal in mind throughout: find the man responsible for the murder of her surgeon father in a hospital in Utah all those years ago, and make him and his loved ones suffer as she has suffered. An eye for an eye. While Ellie meanders her way through awkward community encounters and plays the role of wayward teenager to Joel’s doting and over-protective father-figure, Abby splinters off from the Fireflies to join Seattle’s paramilitary u-like-cargo-pants-and-guns?-we-got-‘em group The Washington Liberation Front, hones her favourite craft of killing people the fuck dead and sets off on a road trip to Jackson to wedge some steel into an old man’s skull. Despite Abby being painted as this almost mythical bounty during Ellie’s campaign, the elusive wrecker of your world and your very own white whale, dodging you at every turn and always being just over the horizon, in reality she is also a scared, vulnerable and ultimately alone young woman forced to put on the facade of a cold-hearted mercenary to simply survive in this turbulent and merciless world. The joining of the WLF after the failure of the Fireflies, the on/off/on again relationship with Owen, the pilgrimage to Jackson to exact an almost sacrificial killing; all ultimately just treading water in an attempt to fill the void in the wake of the death of her own (actual) father-figure. Through Abby’s eyes we experience the redemptive arc of an archetypical ‘going native’ story, powered by the simple notion of having to do something ‘good’ to experience some feeling of atonement, for the weight to be lifted, if only for a fleeting moment, of all the past atrocities you have committed. An eye for an eye.

“No, MY Sarah Connor cosplay is better!”

In retrospect I found myself more drawn to Abby’s character after playing through her story arc- the WLF fallout, the Seraphites and their Dark Knight Joker ‘You wanna know how I got these scars?’ faces, Lev & Yara, the tower crane bridges, the island assault, ground zero & the Rat King, Santa Barbara, the Theatre showdown - the character flip and interrelated narrative threads constantly worming their way back to have the two lead characters miss each other by a fragment at key locations keeps the tension and the stakes high amid an ever-shifting stage. Seeing the story unfold from the time it takes to complete Abby’s story arc made me almost forget Ellie’s arc as the pure intensity and turbulence of Abby’s plot points succeeded in making me harbour some degree of resentment towards Ellie once control was shifted back to her; I switched 360 degrees to seeing the impact of the decision made by Joel in the first game and the destruction and violence that Ellie had wrought on what you initially believe to be a valid revenge quest- ultimately The Last of Us Part 2: The Desolation of Smaug paints its world and its characters if not in blood red, then entirely grey. There is no room for black & white, good & bad, hero & villain pretence in a world where the light has all but faded.

Y’all like creepy cults? Boi do this game got ‘em!

The Last of Us 2: The Temple of Doom is a masterclass in subverting expectations and keeping you on tenterhooks throughout. It’s a cornucopia of brilliant Tarantino-esque standoffs and intertwining story beats, edge-of-the-seat moments and its constantly shifting, always incredibly trepidatious playing fields mean that you are never truly in control. It’s harrowing, it doesn’t ever give you a moment to catch your breath and it revels in pulling the floor out from underneath you at multiple points throughout the story it tells, it’s unforgiving, desolate and simply unforgettable. It’s one of the most important games I’ve ever played and always creeps back into my thoughts yearly for another play-through.

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I tagged 474 of my posts in 2022

#cr spoilers - 136 posts

#nat one - 125 posts

#critical role - 110 posts

#cr - 105 posts

#critrole - 100 posts

#vox machina - 87 posts

#tlovm - 65 posts

#cr3 - 55 posts

#bell’s hells - 46 posts

#percy de rolo - 46 posts

Longest Tag: 126 characters

#what really bothers me about is that the danger of this didn’t occur to marisha but im a pretentious stem major so thats on me

My Top Posts in 2022:

pov: your wife/bride just drowned in front of you and was resurrected by your friends while you were stuck to a cliff and in chains

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lines from vox machina that took me out instantly and still live rent-free in my head

"Percival. Sweet Percival."

"your sister lives, Percival"

"do not go far from me"

"Do you think this is what mother saw before she died?"

"It’s going to be all right. Pike is here, it’s going to be all right, it’s going to be all right. Gil?"

"take me instead you raven bitch"

"You are a good person and I have always seen that. Please see it, please. Oh god, my heart is breaking."

"I do not work in wood. I am not brave enough for that. There is a comfort in iron, a promise of safety, a second chance if mistakes are made. But a city is more a forest than a sword. No, it needs more tending than that. Perhaps a city is like a garden, then."

"sometimes breaking is making, even iron can start again, and there are many things that move through fire and find themselves much better for it afterward."

"I love you. If I can find you, I will. If not, stay alive."

I hear the voice of my mother in the morning. “Fuck you.”

"but if he's gone forever I won't be the same"

"I was gonna ask you what your mother’s name is." / "It was Juniper." / "I’m sorry I didn’t know that."

"Well that's just it. I'm a really good liar."

"all we found of her was her leg" / "that means she's still alive"

I think back to Percy's workshop in Greyskull Keep. And I say "I love you too."

"I have a feeling she's pulling our fate strings, anyway. ...mine's connected to yours. Where you go, I go."

"I am here because I have completed my Aramente, and I have come for my blessing." / "Yes, you have. I just wanted to hear it from your lips."

"You look like mother right now. You do."

"And I thought that was it. I had ruined it. But before dawn, she came back, she unrolled her bedding, and she went to sleep, and woke up the next morning and said "what's for breakfast, Dad?"

"Promise me you'll come back with me, no matter what." / "I promise."

Vax is watching, frozen.

"Where's Vax?"

"I thought you died. I watched you die." ... "It's a trick. It's a trick of the feywild."

He's physical. He's cold. But he's there.

"Look. Look at me. Just remember. Whatever happens, remember me. That's all that's important."

"I remember. (softer) I remember. See? It's all up here. So whatever happens, keep me there. All right?"

"She'll probably outlast you, but while you're around, keep her company for me?"

"What if there comes a day when I don't even recognize the name Vox Machina anymore?"

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laura bailey killing deliliah briarwood in defence of her love interest part 2 electric boogaloo

1,319 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

your honor the little bastard has made a friend

2,954 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Quotes from EXU Calamity I'll Be Thinking About for the Rest of Time

"Of course I'm safe. You'd never let anything happen to me." / "I would never let anything happen to you."

"Dad. You know I won't look like this when you get home."

There are a lot of stories in Exandria of mortals who stumbled their way into Feywild and fell in love with an enchanting fairy that they met there. But there's one story of a fairy who stumbled into this world and fell in love.

And in that instant realizes you can hold all the knowledge in the world. But if it dies with you, it doesn't matter.

"I promised you I'd never forget." / "I promised you I wouldn't either."

You hear in your heart, "Darling, no."

Do I know? Do I feel it? That he's gone? / You do.

Laerryn's screams fill whatever secret hallway she's in.

"No, baby. I'll always have my eye on you." And I squeeze their hands.

"I don't know how deeply you have sacrificed to do what must be done, but I know this: There is no god that strides this world that I worship more than I worship your heart... I bear your name. I bear it on this stone. And one day, I will bring you home."

In the kiss, I'll cast Cure Wounds on you.

"It's all on you, smart girl."

And I'll just turn my back on the door and let it close. / No! No, you have to go.

"I'm sorry, my lady. I love you, but I love another more" / "My child, my heart breaks. But I would rather mine break and yours be kept whole."

"But our two cities are like a married couple. We may have our differences. But we are connected by love for eternity. We made a promise to each other, and it's one we must fulfill."

"...and remember the Architect Arcane, Laerryn, the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Yes, it's me. Just look at my eyes. Don't look at anything else. Just look at my eyes, please."

I've kept so many of my thoughts and dreams and wishes for him. I hand it to him. I set it on the ground because I don't expect him to actually take it from my hands. "This is for you. Everything you've ever wanted to know about me and your father, it's here."

"Dad, dad, wait. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." "You have nothing to be sorry about." / "I do." You see, you haven't even looked in his hands. He's holding a basket with a spell kite attached.

"I don't know why I didn't send it." / "I know why, and it's okay. It's okay. Elias, I love you from the moment I laid eyes on you. Everything that I wished for you to know about me, it's in this book. Take it with you. You'll always be five years old to me no matter how much you grow."

You know me. I would never have let my guard down like that. I took those blows.

As I go down, I make sure I don’t miss

"I know what you gave. You found a path beyond the stars. I do not know whence the gods came from, but I know that you found it in your heart. I promise you, Zerxus, I will find that place. I will find the secret of how these worlds were made, and I will come and find you and bring you home."

"Yes, brother. All will be well."

"You think we'll ever get there one day?" / "Of course we will. We're the Okiros."

When you think of the future and what people will say of this time, do you think anyone will talk about how beautiful your dream was? / No. But that's all right, because it was real for us. For those who survived, they will remember, and it will inspire them to dream of things far greater.

What are Patia's final thoughts? / Just that there are many more dreams to come.

"I've been able to become anyone I want my whole life, but I just want to be with you."

"And for whatever time we have left, I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you." / "I love you, too." I'll just kiss her.

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