#manipulation bingo

[robinwoodsfiction]

Writing Manipulative Characters

Let’s face it, writing manipulative characters is so much fun. Unfortunately, people do this in real life too. This post will help you build your deceitful character (and also help you identify when you are being manipulated in real life). Manipulation is a form of aggression. We all understand it when it’s overt, but covert manipulation is harder to detect. And, when the person doing the…

[laprincessadelmar]

Bingo bango.

[demodraws0606]

UHM GUYS...

So my friend @anakirui was reading the event and we came across those specific lines and....

DIRECTOR OOHARA WAS BASICALLY USING WXS FOR HIS OWN MEANS, EXPLOITING THEIR YOUTH

THERE IS A VERY LIKELYHOOD THAT HE WAS JUST USING RUI

WHICH MAKES THE COMM AND THIS SCENE...

MAKES A LOT MORE SENSE WITH CONTEXT

WHICH PRETTY MUCH KINDA CONFIRMS MY GUT FEELING WITH MY CYBERPUNK DEADBOY ANALYSIS

This also has a very concerning impact on Rui

Like he actively starts spending less time with WxS.

He starts taking care of himself less, focusing really hard on working for this director including not sleeping and skipping meals.

He constantly makes excuses for the director's dubious action (sakaki and oohara)

He shows a lot of unhealthy behaviors in this event and the fact that he basically now brought the attention of scummy directors like Oohara and now most likely Sakaki is very concerning

Also my friend pointed out that when Sakaki says Rui's last name, it's always misspelled. Which makes think it's to show that Sakaki doesn't really give a shit about Rui or more so doesn't respect him already to the point where his name can't even bothered to be spelled correctly (also with the fact that despite saying hi to rui he literally forgot he existed)

So yep shit's fucked everybody o7 we had a nice run

[starleska]

well would you look at that. yet again, the formula for a Star-bait character proves true 🙈💜

[just-a-silly-little-whumper]

(Power) Fatigue

Masterpost | Read on Ao3

An extended training session.

For @badthingshappenbingo: Power Fatigue.

Contains: Royal whump, power fatigue, dizziness, some manipulation

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The clang of Sir Orias’s sword against their shield made Vesper’s head spin. The splinters in their magic resonated down into their very bones, but they grit their teeth and forced themself to hold fast. It was all they could do to keep their shield up, but by the heavens they would keep it up.

As Orias drew back, their vision blurred. He lunged forward, and they barely registered the sound of his blade impacting their shield before it shattered it entirely.

The next thing they knew, they were on the ground, looking up at the spinning sky. Lights and patterns danced across their vision, images a part of them knew should only be visible in the dark of night, but were nonetheless clear to them. They tried to make sense of the constellations, and found that they could and could not all at once, their conscious mind unable to grasp what their soul knew instinctively of the things the cosmos whispered to them.

Is this what people meant when they mentioned “seeing stars?”

After a few moments, the dizziness receded, though it didn’t fully fade. The image of Sir Orias materialized above them, replacing the swirling stars in their vision.

He extended a hand. “My prince. Are you alright?”

The words entered their mind like molasses, registering far more slowly than they should have. Their entire body was heavy and light all at once, empty and yet weighed down by exhaustion. When they finally raised their hand to take his, it shook. “I—I am unharmed, Sir Orias.”

It was true. They were. Sir Orias’s sword had pierced their shield but not their flesh. Though their skin tingled and burned from the strain of using their magic so soon after a siphoning, could it truly be called “harm” if it was normal for them?

The world lurched as Sir Orias pulled them to their feet. If Sir Orias had to steady them as they stumbled, neither of them would mention it. “I am glad to hear it, my prince. Take a moment to collect yourself; we can resume your training in a moment.”

Unease stirred in Vesper’s gut. “Sir Orias, if I may—“ They tried to pull together the words through the blankness in their mind and the iron on their tongue. “I think we should resume this session another time. I do not know if I can continue at this moment.”

Sir Orias’s expression softened, ever so slightly. “I can only imagine how exhausted you are, my prince. But there may come a day where you may need to push through your limits to protect your kingdom. Is it not best for you to become accustomed to that now, while you are safe?”

If Vesper really wanted to, they could force the issue. They could demand that the training session end. They were the Crown Prince, after all. But Sir Orias was right; that was exactly why they had to continue. Because what were their needs in the face of the needs of thousands?

Taking a deep breath, trying not to sway, they dug their feet into the earth and raised their hands. It took a few tries, but a shield flickered to life in their hands. It was frail, and they were sure it would shatter under the slightest strain, but that was why they had to get better.

“Understood, Sir Orias. Let us continue.”

[lbibliophile-sw]

Out of Clear Sky

Also on AO3 [650 words] @whumptober - day 4: shock @clonefandomevents - Coruscant Guard bingo: memory loss

Even as he follows the Jedi and their Commanders through the Senate Dome, Fox can’t quite believe it.

The Chancellor, a traitor, playing both sides of the war. The Chancellor, a Sith, the Sith, the one they have been searching for. Surely not. Surely not the kindly, if frequently frustrating, man he has spent the last two and a half years protecting.

Fox hadn’t believed it, when the Jedi had first called him into a meeting to reveal their investigation and its findings. It seemed almost traitorous to even consider the possibility. But then they laid out their evidence, and he had to admit that he doesn’t like the picture it forms. Either the Chancellor is a traitor - as preposterous as the very phrase sounds - or they have leaks at the highest levels that he must be made aware of. It seems that all this time he has been closer to the war than he realised.

Besides, if the Chancellor is indeed a Sith that makes it the Jedi’s jurisdiction as much as his own, and they are set on their path. His invitation is a courtesy not a request. So here Fox is, following along to ensure that proper procedure is followed, and desperately hoping for an explanation that makes sense.

Fox can’t quite believe it, but as soon as the Jedi present the Chancellor with their accusations, Palpatine proves their claims without a doubt.

The first bolt of lightning sends Cody straight to the floor, twisting and writhing with a strangled scream. The second is caught against General Windu’s lightsaber, tangling around the glowing blade before overwhelming it and knocking back the Jedi behind. The third lightning bolt, Fox registers as a flash in his peripheral vision as he instinctively collapses.

Then… pain. Liquid fire coursing through his veins, whiting out all other awareness. He does not hear his voiceless gasp, does not feel the carpet against his cheek. For what could be a moment or an eternity, nothing exists except the burning light.

Awareness returns in fragments, beginning with the distant recognition that he is pulling himself to his knees. An odd rhythmic snap-hiss echoes in his ears and he blinks his eyes until he can make out bright smears of red and green and blue dancing wildly.

Oh. Lightsabers. Jedi. Sith. He should do something.

His arms are numb and twitching spasmodically, but he forces them to move in the direction he needs them. It takes several tries to retrieve his blast from its holster, to switch it to stun – can’t take the risk, not like this – to aim it at the red lights at the centre of the whirlwind of movement, and fire. It doesn’t hit, a crimson blade flicking away the blue ring contemptuously. But the moment of distraction is enough. A body hits the floor. The red light goes out.

Fox… drifts for a bit, then. He knows there is movement in the rest of the room, but he ignores it. Focuses only on steadying his breathing, on flattening shaking fingers against the cool plastoid of his armoured thighs.

“Fox. Fox!” Wolffe calling his name finally gets his attention. “Are you alright? I mean, of course you’re not, but…”

He could be, if he needed to. They are trained to keep going regardless of physical or emotional pain. But here and now… he looks up at his brother and lets himself be vulnerable.

“The lightning… It… Why did it feel familiar? I don’t understand.”

He feels lost, and yet there is a part of him that maybe does understand. A part that remembers missing hours, inexplicably trembling hands, and a haunting sense of dread. Thinks of the control chips removed from their brains. He doesn’t want to consider what it means.

Strong arms wrap around him, and he buries his face against Wolffe’s neck, hiding from the sad and terrible expression in his eyes.

“Oh, Fox’ika. I’m so sorry we left you with him.”

[coldforestnight]

I vaguely remember you watched Sunny (I think! unless it was another incest blogger) so macdennis?

Oh man it’s been a long time since I’ve watched iasip and even longer since I’ve engaged with this ship/the fandom at large but yesss why not…

No bingo cuz it’s not really my most hated ship of all time, I think there is a way you could write an interesting dynamic b/t these characters but the way fandom waters them down to make it regular and ~healthy~ is lame as hell. Either way I think Dennis’ interactions with his sister and even Charlie are more interesting than him with Mac.

[boldlyqueertastic]

A peak inside AOS Spock’s locker

Made for Sweetheart Bingo square “get naked” @sweetspicybingo

Also for KiScon Bingo squares: sensual photography, memories, blue eyes, northern lights

[trashbins-stuff]

sned some character >:)

[just-a-silly-little-whumper]

Buried

Masterpost | Read on Ao3

Burying the dead is a favored tactic of Hunters. Matthias ensures his children are ready to face that possibility.

For @badthingshappenbingo: Buried Alive.

Contains: Parental whumper, vampire whumper, dhampir whumpees, buried alive, manipulation

~~~

Matthias took no joy in listening to his children’s screams, strained by panic and muffled by layers and layers of earth.

“Whatever I did Father, I’m sorry!”

“Bastard, you’ve made your point, now let me out!

“Father, please!”

Their desperation stirred his unbeating heart. Only centuries of finely-honed self control kept him steady in his intent. He could allow himself to yearn to pry them from the suffocating soil and the unyielding dark, but he knew better than to act on fleeting emotions.

His children needed to learn. They needed to abandon the indulgence of breath. And as their father, it was his duty to facilitate their advancement.

The minutes passed under his watchful eye. The pleas of his children diminished, then faded entirely. Their fear and confusion and anger was still clear to him as ever, resonating across their bond, and he took solace in it, for it meant that they were alright. That was all he needed. He wasn’t concerned about the echoes of their human emotions. One day, they would understand.

He looked forward to that day.

Now that his children were primed, he let the soft embrace of his influence fall away from them. They needed to know helplessness in the faces of forces much stronger than them. They needed to know that even then, the dark and the confined and the sealed spaces could not harm them. Burying the dead was a favored tactic by Hunters, after all. But they were something greater than that. And they could learn how to escape that which would bury them.

The moon glimmered overhead, bright and ever watchful. Its slow procession across the sky was the only way to mark the slow passage of time. Matthias was content to watch, and wait. He had plenty of time. His children did too.

Priya was the first to break the surface, her shaking hand caked in dirt and blood. Matthias offered no assistance as she clawed her way out into the moonlight; she had already come this far on her own. Her gasping inhales broke the silence on the courtyard, and Matthias had to suppress his mild disappointment. Another lesson would be in order, it would seem.

But that could wait, because his daughter looked to him with wide and wet eyes, and Matthias could do nothing but reward her for her tenacity. She folded herself readily into his open arms, accepting the rare embrace with all of the eagerness of a frightened child. And she was, he supposed. But she was also brave, and he made sure she knew that as he brushed the dirt from her shoulders.

As if spurred on by her sister’s success, Renata burst free off the earth a minute later, almost feral with the force of her emotions. The air calmed her somewhat, as did a carefully-curated look from Matthias, though neither fully quelled her agitation. His Renata always was a fiery one; sometimes that served her well, but that fire needed to be controlled, or it would burn her. But such things weren’t accomplished in a day, and if she needed to pace to let loose her frantic energy, she could be given that luxury tonight.

The scent of magic on the air heralded Nathan’s escape from the soil, two minutes later than either of his siblings. It was a… less than ideal performance; he took too long, and he shouldn’t have needed the aid of magic in such a simple task. Matthias expected better. And from the way his son looked at him, it was obvious that he knew it. But Matthias welcomed him into his arms anyway; Nathan had done what had been asked of him, after all. He just needed more practice. Repetition was the key to learning. As was positive reinforcement.

His beloved children. Imperfect as they were, they made him proud. And he knew that, one day, they would exceed even his expectations, if only they were given the right guidance.

[minicy]

[ID. Images of various colorful kid's math toys. Foam base ten blocks for breakfast, then transparent plastic counters for lunch, then linking cubes for dinner, then pattern blocks for dessert. End ID.]

breakfast

[avadaniels]

Q: What demon overtakes Sam when Game Changer starts? Interesting that you would attribute Sam Reich's actions to possession or devilry, rather than accept the manipulative monstrosities all mankind is capable of. Do not look away from the stark reality - Hell is real, it is here, and it is the Game Changer set. – Brennan Lee Mulligan, 2025

Game Changer 1x01 "Lie Detector" | 6x05 "Bingo" | 7x02 "You-lympics"

[grunge-mermaid]

if Monat is going to go out of business, can it please hang on until January? it's literally on my 2025 bingo card and I'm gonna be rotted if it collapses in the next couple of weeks

[counterspellthisyoucasual]

Imagine you’re friends with someone who hosts a really popular internet game show, and he invites you on a couple of times and you gain a reputation for winning that gameshow. Then, he sets up a show where the whole point of it is that you cannot win the game, just to break your streak of the whole thing. Your trust breaks just a little bit.

Next time, he asks you to put on a mic pack for another episode of the game show, turns out it’s a heart rate monitor for another episode where you have to sit there and be almost tortured as you attempt to keep yourself calm. Your trust is devolving.

Next time, you come on the show, he tells you to go and wait in the green room and locks you in there, he’s a recording on the screen because he’s locked in the bathroom, he’s been there the whole time, you’re forced to do an escape room to go to work. You don’t know if you can trust him anymore.

Next time, you go on the show, you play bingo, you don’t trust him, something’s wrong, he’s been manipulating players to manipulate players into manipulating players. There was no way for you to win this one, not really.

You are a mouse trapped in a maze

You are a performing monkey at the circus

You are the most popular person on TikTok despite not having a tiktok

You are Brennan Lee Mulligan and this is your life. Sam is your boss, your chief scientist and ringmaster. You will never escape.

[auburnandamberangel]

Marius for the character bingo:)

[cloakedstoryteller]

Tbh I’m not mad about Grover developing his “send death threats to oil lobbyists” vibes that early on but I’m here for it. We’re early in the Percy calling Grover a “stalker with hooves” timeline but I’m so on board.

ALSO the diner scene really set up that Ares, for all that he resents being “the stupid war god” is actually VERY gullible. Like it’s still kinda mean that everyone treats Athena so much better than him but… Ares is lowkey getting played like a cheap kazoo.