#manipulation service

[kissesandarsenic]

I wanna touch and tease you until you’re down on your knees, drunk off of pleasure with the sort of feverish adoration reserved for worshipping your God at an altar.

[themostefficientwaywithwater]

i'm seeing a lot of "toriel is neglectful/a bad parent" for spending one (1) night drunk and in company of other man while her kid is, as far as she knows, outside doing a school project with their new friend and their neightbour, and not so many "asgore is selfish/kind of creepy for following toriel to the places she regulary attends just to force a conversation as an attempt to get back together with her".

[genderqueerpositivity]

I know that 2016 wasn't yesterday, but even so it seems like our collective memory is shorter with each passing year. The 2016 election and the Internet Research Agency were news a long time ago in media years...and there are bad-faith actors and agents out there who are counting on us forgetting.

As we get closer to Election Day, I encourage everyone to be more cautious of the information that you come across online. Fact check info that you come across in random social media posts, use reputable and reliable sources, get your news from more than one TV channel or website.

Be wary of anyone or anything online designed to manipulate your actions or influence your emotions, whether it's tumblr posts or advertisements or tiktoks. Do not allow propaganda and/or misinformation to sway you into voting against your personal values, your best interests, your personal safety, or the well-being of your neighbors and community in November.

I've already seen things that are concerning online within the past few months, and I expect to see an increase in this the closer we get to November.

Think critically and pay attention.

[violent138]

HC that Crime Lord Red Hood routinely donates medical equipment, money, and well-trained black market medics (formerly employed by gang leaders he took down) to Leslie's clinic. He's also obsessive about updating or improving the generators at the clinic and wears her down in a way that Batman couldn't.

[pigeonstab]

Still thinking about customer service voice Dream because it's so perfect, do you think he uses it to get away with stuff? Like if he's at home talking normally and somebody accuses him of something do you think he would switch to his higher voice to be like "Who me? Why I would never do that! 🥺" only for Blue to be like "DON'T USE THAT VOICE ON ME I KNOW THAT'S NOT YOU!!" lol

(It would so work on Nightmare too, Dream could be getting away with so much before he caught on, and he would be so annoyed that it worked on him lol)

Context

Yes, love it, consider also:

Dream's customer service voice is what he uses when he's not being true to himself, when he's trying to dilute himself to something more approachable and palatable. It's of course useful when he's there to comfort people but it's still fake, it's what he feels he has to do to make others more comfortable.

I think his friends would know that, and that that voice, while it may sway them because they know it means Dream is trying to get something, wouldn't work quite as well as his rich and true, absolutely annoying and incredibly endearing whining. <3

[asmolbirb]

in this house we don’t say “i love you”. we manipulate space and time in the most literal sense to engineer a scenario where our TB-prone loved one is given a career opportunity on the seaside so his lungs can recover without him feeling put out. and i think that’s beautiful

[taraxippos]

The absolute lowest caliber of nature documentaries are the ones that are like, styled as tournaments debating which 'scary' animals would win in a fight. I kind of love them. They're always like:

NATURE'S BADDEST

Narrator who perpetually sounds like he's in a nerf gun commercial: THE RHINOCEROS IS UP TO 3000 POUNDS OF SHEER MUSCLE AND ANGER. THEY CAN CHARGE AT OVER THIRTY MILES AN HOUR, ENOUGH TO TRAMPLE ANYTHING UNLUCKY ENOUGH TO BE IN THEIR WARPATH.

[footage of a rhino charging] [footage of a rhino tossing its horns]

Interview clip of whatever actual biologist they got for this: Yeah you probably could not outrun a rhino.

Narrator: YOU CAN'T RUN......AND YOU CAN'T HIDE.

[footage of a rhino chasing a dude] [footage of a rhino chasing a lion]

Interview clip of a guy who got attacked by a rhino once: I was attacked by a rhino once.

[shaky reenactment footage showing closeups of an actor screaming and flailing in some bushes, presumably from rhino POV]

Narrator: IS NOTHING SAFE FROM THESE BOISTEROUS BADDIES?

Interview clip of whatever actual biologist they got for this: Most species of rhino are threatened, and a few species are critically endangered and very close to extinction. They're subject to a lot of pressure from poaching and habitat loss.

Narrator (momentarily kind of solemn): IT SEEMS EVEN THIS UNRULY UNGULATE CAN'T STAND UP TO EVERYTHING LIFE THROWS AT IT..........

.....EXCEPT PERHAPS... A CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[footage of a rhino flipping over a car]

[same footage of a rhino flipping over a car in slow motion] [car crash sfx] [screaming sfx] [guitar riff] [inexplicable bear roar sfx]

Narrator: THIS TON AND A HALF MASS OF MUSCLE, HORN, AND FURY MAY BE BAD... BUT HOW DOES IT FARE AGAINST OUR NEXT CONTENDER... THE TARANTULA?!!

[footage of an utterly harmless spider set to scary music]

[send-me-a-puffalope]

just watched the new ghostbusters movie with my friend and truly, awkward teenage lesbians will both end and save the world.

[littlemissesscareall]

Style log #16

I dyed my hair but u can’t rlly tell lol

[kissesandarsenic]

Having you fuck me so hard and rough that for all intents and purposes, it looks like you’re the one in control when in reality, you’re anything but.

Sure you might have strength on your side. You might be on top and filling me to breaking point as you thrust into me nice and deep.

But I’m in your fucking head.

You could be teetering on the edge of release but one word from me and your hips will freeze in place and you’ll be left either desperate and aching or worse, ruined.

Sure, you might beg and cry and kick up a fuss. But you’ll listen if you know what’s good for you. As good as fucking Mistress feels, disobeying is never worth it.

You’d have reminders littered across your body, mind and soul to keep you thoroughly in check.

[legionofpotatoes]

I know the discourse well is poisoned and no one hates bioware games more than bioware fans, but I am just 🫠 having so much fun with veilguard it's unreal. It is selfishly the dragon age game I always wanted. with less emphasis on cRPG, a more focused story, curated mission based design that spotlights the high fantasy stuff, slowburn structure with companions, significantly less sidequest bloat, and a fully real-time action-oriented combat system that isn't riddled with the growing pains of previous titles. when I first played origins I imagined something almost exactly like this as my ideal version of a sequel; and it was one of those dirty, selfish thoughts that I knew was disrespectful to the then-established DNA of the thing, but I can't help but feel giddy about having it here and now. like down to the shift away from the childishly dark tone and to something more inherently flexible with a baseline aspirational quality. I hate aesthetically depressing games so much. am I not alive right here and right now already

When I say "aesthetically" there though I do mean it. I'm fully on the opposite side when it comes to tone and positions expressed in the story itself. I am just not including that in my analysis because I am not done yet - so please no spoilers! I think I am where most people consider to be the second act, and I definitely have my gripes with the narrative framework and some of the optics, but I won't put the cart before the horse and will see how it wraps things up first. Above that level, in terms of how it presents itself, of how it plays, of how it balances its core pillars - it is such a bioware-ass game and I could not be any cozier in it. So grateful it exists

[ysaefinn]

Ahhhh the way you write yan!geto and how he babies us is 🙏🙂‍↕️✨✨but I was wondering….how would Satoru and Geto feel if darling tried to baby THEM??? 👀 like throwing mocking babying energy towards them??? Would Geto let us brush his hair??? ;—;

I know an anon who came from the overprotective suguru drabble when i see one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELLO ANON!!!! im so glad you're enjoying suguru and his motherly shenanigans!!! ＼(^-^)／

As for babying stsg tho!!! I think being the domestic caretaker for satoru wouldn't be hard to accomplish as long as suguru isn't hovering over you and starting daggers into satoru for making you cook or do anything pretty much, other than that i believe it also depends greatly on the first impression you give the two of them!!!

Satoru is mellow and laid back and goes with whatever flow you set, dominating him in any capacity isn't really a challenge as much as getting him to fall into a domestic routine, guy was raised with servants around and then jumped into having homies, i don't think dating in general is something easy for him to navigate, so while he does depend on you to take his hand and guide him, he still is very hesitant when it comes to more intimate things, for example he cuddles you and takes you on dates but waking up to breakfast in bed or coming home to you making him dinner will have him malfunctioning a little (its pretty cute lol)

Suguru thooo,, its so much more tricky, here is where the first impression you make REALLY matters, if you come off as sweet and polite and a little shy, he is jumping straight to babying and cooing and you likely won't have a chance to show him that you can offer him the same treatment (hes really awkward about receiving it lol) coming off as more assertive and even making the first move gives you a much better chance at turning the tables on him, however you will have to keep your guard up at all times and put in a lot of effort to make sure habits and patterns form (it's like training a dog TAT) if it doesn't naturally come to you it eventually gets exhausting and he fucking will swoop in and cradle you in his arms and its gonna be really really nice and you're gonna be tempted to stay in his hold forever, giving in will set your fate for fucking ever <////3

In both cases suguru really just craves your validation loooolll, if he likes you he does things for you, if u strike as someone who needs to be taken care of (first example) then he's taking that shit and running miles with it and you likely won't be able to catch up TAT its one of the traits i definitely consider to be a flaw in him, and that is that he believes he knows your needs more than you do (which is why suddenly attempting to take the reigns from him will be met with cooing and kisses, he's horrible anon <///3) he's got a serious case of care taker complex (is that a thing?) Pretty much. When it comes to the second example, however, i think he's just desperately looking for the little baby kitten inside your tough exterior that he could coddle and nurture (in short you're never safe)

Ooo forgot to mention this, the need to prove that he's dependable is also a huge part of why he's so obsessed to look after you and tend to your every need.

Oh and he'll never deprive you of playing or brushing his hair <3333 its one of those things that are so intimate and personal to him that he would be happy to share with you ^0^

In a poly relationship setting, once again you'll have a much better chance babying satoru, he's an easy target plus a little spoiled princess already <33

[respectthepetty]

Besides Godji being my favorite part of Break Up Service, I'm still very much enjoying the colors with three whole episodes aired.

(But Godji is my favorite part)

Boss is still a Black Brooder who broods about everything and anything.

And Jued is a bright and happy Yellow Yal . . . most of the time.

But this job is slowly turning her red.

And this episode's mission was the perfect example.

The targets tend to be dressed in yellow when they are first introduced, and I think it's because they have traits in common with Jued, like they will be the ones dumped in the end.

But every time Jued uses a manipulative tactic from the break up service manual, the red color shows up.

It's as if the show is telling us that these practices are red flags, or in this case, red bras.

Black Brooder Boss wants out because he realizes the job is evil work.

But he also believes he isn't a good guy.

So it's up to Jued to show him (through the power of blended colors) that he isn't a bad dude.

Which means she needs to stick to her happy and kind Yellow Yal way of doing things.

Like making friends with a neighbor and giving her heart-shaped treats.

And eating the yellow one while listening to her new friend's story.

Because that's how she'll get answers!

With that information, Boss resorts to his usual red method of manipulating people, but it doesn't work!

And to make things worse, Jued tries the red method as well once she believes she could lose the apartment due to this misstep.

But in the end, what actually gets the job done is a Yellow Yal path.

And Mocha's keys remind us of that.

Boss, dressed in yellow, planned on outing Mocha, and when that didn't work, he was simply going to lock him in the room until the press conference was over, but once he heard Mocha, he decided to try the yellow approach.

On her first case, all Jued did was remind First, who was wearing yellow, that people don't feel good about lying about themselves because people want to be honest with the people they love.

So all Boss had to do was ask Made if he truly wanted to keep lying about his relationship.

And just like the first job, the answer was no because he doesn't want to hide who he is anymore.

But even though Boss took the yellow route to end this relationship, it's still concerning that Jued is getting redder.

So I'm excited to see how this yellow character is dumped in the next episode.

Since Jued is in all red next week.

And how Jued's continued red evolution will affect her connections with the friends she's made along the way.

Because in an effort to escape the red life he wanted out of, Boss might just have sucked Jued into it as his replacement.

[flickeringquip]

(1) You can't help but wonder if you've gotten in over your head.

Pt. 2 of this post, feat. @thedolmainblog's Aiden. DIDN'T FUCK THE TAG UP THIS TIME.

gratuitous smut below the cut.

The blindfold is silky and soft as they slide it over your eyes, smoothing their thumbs across your cheeks as you take a shaky inhale. The darkness is all-encompassing, more so than you could have anticipated, and for a few tenuous moments you struggle not to be overwhelmed. Bound and blinded, this is more control than you've ever willingly given up before, and it's hard to ignore the whispers of fear that tighten in your chest.

"Breathe."

You exhale. Their voice is a welcome balm, giving your poor understimulated yet overwhelmed senses something to focus on beyond your uncertainty.

"Do you remember your safe word?"

"Avery."

"Good girl."

Aiden chuckles at your ensuing flush, and you huff at them, quietly grateful for the moment of playfulness as their hands move from your cheeks to your shoulders, sweeping down your sides just lightly enough to make you squirm a little, ticklish.

"The drug will take effect soon," Their hands settle on your hips, rubbing soft circles into your hips, "It's normal to feel hot, foggy, even a little dizzy, but let me know if you start feeling sick — the antidote is in my pocket. Understand?"

(1) You bob your head in a nod throughout their explanation — and startle when they pinch your hip, though not hard enough to even really sting.

This time.

"I want you to use your words when I tell you something, alright?"

For all that their voice is as pleasant as it always is, there is no questioning the command clear in their words.

"Yes."

"Yes. . ?"

"Yes Aiden, I understand."

"Keep that up, sweet girl," You hear them shift before their lips press against your jaw, smiling against your skin, "And you'll do just fine."

(1) Aiden, you find, is quite easy with the praise — a fact that's flustered you from the first, but is starting to really get to you right now.

Heat builds beneath your skin, your mind turning their approval around and around in your mind, something hot and tight twisting in your middle that has your thighs squeeing closer together.

Above you, Aiden laughs, the sound distinctly pleased as ther hands ghost featherlight atop your thighs.

"I want you to keep these spread nice and wide, pet, can you do that for me?"

"Yes," You'd been nodding before they'd even finished speaking, only just barely recalling what they'd said about using your words, "Ah, I mean, yes Aiden."

Even blind, you can almost feel the approval radiating off of them as they reward you with a proper kiss, leaving you more than a little short of breath by the time they pull away, lips trailing a blazing path down your throat—

"Ah!"

You jerk beneath them as they suck a bruising mark into your pulse, breath catching on a shuddery little noise as you feel them pull away.

The faint rustle of fabric is the only warning you get before silk is sliding around your neck, hyper-aware of every brush of their fingers against your throat. They tie it off in what feels like a bow, your pulse jumping beneath their touch as they admire their handiwork.

"It suits you — green does go so very well with pink."

(1) That they raise a hand to sweep their thumb across your cheek as they said that has you flushing all the rosier, knowing they weren't just talking about your hair.

Bound and blind, you only become more and more sensitive as they take their time with you, each moment just more time for the aphrodisiac to sink it's claws deeper inside of you.

Soon, even their featherlight touches are enough to have you whimpering, heat pulsing between your legs as you felt a familiar coil tighten in your middle. Their lips brush against your breast, fingers teasing along your thighs, so close yet so far from where you burn for more.

And then, after what feels like an eternity of faint, barely there grazes, their fingers swirl over your clit once, twice—

And then their touch is gone, and with it the climax you'd been so close to falling into.

The sudden denial takes you by surprise, a sharp cry tearing free as you struggle to comprehend what just happened. You strain against your bindings, disoriented and confused, still so caught up on the ever-growing blaze of pure need coursing through you.

"None of that now, darling," Aiden's voice only just pierces through the haze of your thoughts, aided by the feel of their palm running up and down your sides, the leather of their glove a balm to your frenzied senses, "Relax."

(1) And, despite the way the aphrodisiac has pure desire licking up your spine, despite how your denied pleasure only makes your need that much sharper, you obey.

You feel adrift in a veritable sea of sensation as you force your body to settle, trembling with the effort of staying still — and yet the thought of disobeying them does not even cross your mind.

How could it, when they felt like your only anchor, their presence all that kept you from drowning?

(That they were simultaneously responsible for your current predicament was ignored, second fiddle to the comfort and praise they provided.)

“Well done, Aster."

(1) You shudder, a sound perilously close to a whine catching in your throat — a sound that sharpens into a gasp as Aiden begins their teasing anew, beginning a cycle of delicious torment.

Your chest is still heaving, struggling to catch your breath against the sharp ache left behind by the denial, when you suddenly feel the bed shift and hear the soft whisper of Aiden's steps as they stroll away from the bed. It's perhaps a bit of a blessing that you're a little too far gone to panic, too distracted by feverish just to get anxious at being left like this.

(It probably helps that you know Blythe would never leave earshot with you in this state.)

It doesn't take them long at all to return, and you hear them drop a handle of things on the bed beside you as they drag a hand over your body, a line of heat following the path of their gloved palm. It lifts just before the dip between your thighs, and it's only when you slump back against the bed that you realize you'd arched up into their touch.

(1) You'd never been denied before — least of all while drugged — and you can't say you were prepared for the ravenous need that clouds your mind.

Even those thoughts scatter like light through a prism when you feel Aiden's hands beneath your thighs, spreading them a little wider as they settle comfortably between them, enjoying the way your legs quiver under their hands.

"How're we doing, pet? Having fun?" The question is coy, teasing as they ran their hands up your inner thighs, delighting in how you jolt as their thumbs brush against your dripping cunt — how even now you have the capacity to fluster as they spread your lips apart, the heat searing across your face rivalled only by the blaze winding tight in your middle, "You certainly look like you're having fun."

You open your mouth to reply — you're good, you remembered, you want to be good — only for your words to get stuck in your throat, replaced by a choked off mewl as they rub sudden, deliberate circles around your clit.

When they stop, you whine.

(1) You can feel them smirking down at you, even if you can't see it.

"What was that, Aster?" Their voice is sly, and you can feel the tips of their hair tickle against your skin as they lean forward towards you, "Were you saying something?"

And though you know a trap when you see one, what else can you do but fall into it?

"I— It's—"

Again you try, and again you fail.

The moment you start to speak, they resume their teasing — from rubbing soft circles around your clit to teasing fingers against your entrance, all of your attempts at speech crumble away the moment they start touching you. All you can think about is the need burning bright in your core, the way each teasing denial makes you that much more desperate for their touch.

The aphrodisiac has narrowed your world down to want and desire — and with every touch, Aiden narrows it further, down to pure, unrivalled need.

"Are you forgetting something, pet?" They click their tongue at you, tutting, something sly in their voice even as they sigh down at you, "And you were doing so well up until now. . ."

And even knowing they're playing with you does little to lessen the effect of their supposed disappointment, a plaintive noise tumbling free of you.

"And here I was, just about to reward you being such a good girl," They coo as you whimper, sweeping a thumb across your cheekbone - the gesture has no right to be as comforting as it is, considering how happily they'd led you into this little trap, "I suppose you'll just have to wait a little longer, hmm?"

(1) And wait you do.

As they roll you onto your stomach and discover a reaction you'll later wish they hadn't, no matter how the smack of their gloved palm against your ass has you mewling into their sheets, the line between pleasure and pain stretched gossamer thin as you fall deeper and deeper into your lust.

As they sink two fingers inside of you in the aftermath of your 'punishment'; There's something about the burn of pain that makes the pleasure all the sweeter, keening as your hips push back their fingers as they fuck you to the edge.

As they introduce you to something they strongly believe you're missing out on, all too eager to give you a practical demonstration as they tease a vibrator against your cunt and make a game of seeing just how quickly they can bring you to the edge, over and over again.

(1) You lose count of the number of times they bring you to the brink and leave you dangling there, time losing its meaning when all you can think about is the relief always hovering just out of reach, your entire world reduced to pleasure, need, and desperation.

Aiden's hands are cool against your face — damp from sweat and tears as you shake and sob through the effects of being denied once more — as they sweep their thumbs across your cheeks, lips brushing just beneath the edge of the blindfold.

It takes you far too long to realize they've removed their gloves.

"You've done so well, pet. So well. Are you ready for your reward?"

Their praise is warm honey down a sore throat, all that kept the sharp edge of need from becoming truly too much to bear — you don't notice the loosening of your blindfold until they're pulling it away, the dim light of their room all the brighter for how long you'd been blinded.

(1) You peer up at them, eyes wet and glassy, and it's fortunate they mean it this time because right now you're struggling to comprehend more than just their tone, nevermind being able to actually reply like they'd so deviously demanded earlier.

Aiden carasses your cheek and you rub against their palm like a trembling, touch-starved kitten.

"Aren't you a sweet little thing?" They croon, rewarding you with a kiss that has you melting beneath them despite the depths of your lust, mind too hazy to be anything but grateful for their affection, "Some pets get bratty and defiant when they're this needy, but not you, hmm? You're wired a little differently, aren't you?"

They drag their lips up to your ear, and you can feel their lips curve into a smile more sin than sincerity.

"If I told you I didn't want you to cum at all tonight, if keeping you all pent-up and desperate is what would please me the most," Their hands slide down your bust, your whole body jolting at the lightest pinch of their fingers, "You'd obey, wouldn't you, Aster? Even with all this need trapped inside of you, just begging to be released, you'd choose pleasing me over yourself."

And even though the thought has a perilous little cry tumbling past your lips, fresh tears blurring your vision at the thought of being made to stay like this even longer—

(1) You nod, because they're right.

You don't even hesitate.

Aiden groans in your ear before they pull back, eyes bright and cheeks flushed as they stare down at you with an undeniable hunger.

"I can't believe Blythe's been hoarding you all to himself all this time," They coo, rewarding you with another breathless kiss, "What a treat you are."

Their hands skate down your body, fingers dipping between your thighs with a single-minded purpose. Tension thrums through you, a bow strung too tightly and fit to snap as you try to brace yourself for another denial with an anxious whimper—

"You can relax, darling."

Aiden sighs the words down at you, sounding downright smitten — a tone at odds with the way they sink their fingers inside of you with a curl that makes your voice crack on a keen. Their fingers fuck into you at a pace that has you straining against your bonds, anxiety striking through you at how quickly your pleasure climbs. You would never be able to hold your own pleasure at bay, not now, not like this — but it didn't feel like they were about to stop, and the idea that you'd fail them this far in has a sob catching on your throat—

So caught up in your aroused anguish, you almost miss Aiden's words.

Almost.

"—Cum, Aster."

(1) And like that, your entire world fractures into white as you obey. You shake and squirm and scream as white-hot relief courses through you, intense enough to have yet more tears spilling down your face as you're finally, finally granted mercy.

It feels like absolution.

It feels like an eternity's past when last your senses begin to trickle back to you, a faint buzz to your senses that makes you wonder if you'd nearly passed out from the intensity. Aiden is there when you open your eyes again, a soothing smile on their face when you finally manage to open your eyes.

"That feels better, doesn't it?" Even the removal of their fingers has you quivering around them, beyond sensitive in the aftermath of such delayed gratification, "Don't worry, I know just one is hardly enough of a reward, what with how good you were for me."

You struggle to place their meaning, glassy eyes watching as they reach past you — your wrists are freed within moments, before Aiden slides out of bed with mild reluctance.

Which is confusing, considering what they'd said. What—?

Your head turned to watch as Aiden settles into the comfy armchair beside the bed, you aren't at all expecting the new hands — hot and rough and familiar — settling on your hips.

Blythe.

Your eyes meet — and you've seen the look currently on his face exactly once before.

Uh oh.

"Don't fret, love."

Black has swallowed much of the gold in his eyes as the full weight of his gaze settles on you — and it's only when the hot grind of his cock against your cunt has your whole body flinching with an overwhelmed mewl that you realize he's naked.

"I'll help you work the rest of that pesky drug out of your system in no time."

Oh God.

(1) When people had said drugs could kill you, you hadn't expect this would be the way you'd go.

[jangillman]

[littlemissesscareall]

Style log #13

I don’t have school tomorrow so this is technically my valentines fit lolz