#well. anyways.

[ellypse]

you are the only one left in the world that i can hold onto

[endfieldr]

a collective jumble of headcanons in no specific order, specific to my portrayal of our dear endministrator:

perhaps most importantly to my particular writing of the endministrator⸺ while the endministrator is almost certainly humanoid in appearance they are not unlike the reconveners, though with a few notable differences . they are just as much a living being as they are a creation from the assimilated universe, &. this particular iteration of the endministrator pulls significantly from information of the Ægir .

( the rest is going under a read more because dear talos, i am ill )

like many Ægir, the endministrator does not exhibit any obvious bestial traits, having no tentacles or coral outcroppings . however when utilizing the the first originium fragments in their control for arts, a jagged array of originium will magnetize &. arrange itself into the massive dorsal fin notable on giant oarfish— massive enough it will descend further than the endministrator's back length &. mimics the tail of the mythical sea serpents people once mistook oarfish for .

though the endministrator does share many traits as the Ægir, they do not suffer from the dry skin issues many Ægir do . even so, it is not uncommon for them to be seen in their spare time near or in water— rivers or ponds, marshes, even their office on the dijiang where notes are gathered &. stock redistribution is bought &. sold has a massive floor - to - ceiling tank within it you might catch him in .

on the subject of pronouns, &. really identity as a whole— the endministrator is typically referred to as he / him . as endmin . this is perfectly acceptable— everyone know the endministrator as this . but after the latest 10 year hibernation &. the memory loss ... the endministrator finds himself detached from that . not quite feeling it to be him . those close to the endministrator, those well &. truly trusted, may refer to him as they / them . as aegir . ( a little on the nose, eh, msr endmin ? )

in addition— as you may or may not have noticed in the story quest for laevatein, this awakening of the endministrator suffers from an incredibly strong imposter syndrome &. crippling self - doubt . can they ever match up to the view that all these people have from a lifetime spent around the endministrator ? what if they doubt them . what if he can never regain his memories— the people want the endministrator, &. that is what they try to give them . particularly keen amongst the endfielders may notice the endministrator seems to be more at ease around people who have never truly met the endministrator before, rather than those who have known them for years upon years . ( do not get him started on the ' oh you're in the textbooks &. the stories &. the myths &. — ' )

they put on a very good show of bravado &. certainty though . there is a reason people look to the endministrator with just as much faith now as they did then, even without their memories . they act like he once did, they speak like he once did . it's instinctual . like second nature .

oh there is nothing that stimulates their brain like solving things . perhaps the thing the endministrator of old left his most recent awakening— the originium circuitry, arranging power pylons, factory organization . give them a rubix cube &. it'll be solved in record time, but they'll have a smile on their face the whole time . even things like crosswords— you know those little games they put on kids menus at restaurants ? oh yeah, that's the shit right there .

they are a tactile person by nature . reassurances with squeezes on the shoulder, pats on the back, fist bumps &. clasping one another's wrists . coincidentally, the run very, very warm to the touch— almost too hot to the touch &. steaming when they utilize originium arts . why do you think you can see the originium veins in them in that cutscene ?

[gottafindthreewishesonmyown]

vsmp milgram au with abolish as es and the others as the prisoners do you get what im putting down

[macklesufficient]

what do we do!!!! what do we do? what do we do!!!!

[sieglinde-freud]

hilarious because you werent supposed to have your azura be able to defend herself on this map, and you DEFINITELY weren’t supposed to be able to throw knives through the wall. this is fantastic.

[regularhill]

i think where people are losing the plot in terms of making james and jim characters that have suffered more than what is initially apparent in the narrative of sh2 is that it tends to absolutely consume how they see those respective characters and takes that shit to the absolute extremes. james and mary having a tumultuous relationship when she was sick turns into "mary was james' abuser when she was sick." conversely, for jim, it's entirely possible that she was institutionalized and sa'd while she was there, then that somehow turns into "none of what she experienced in silent hill was real and she's been locked in that mental hospital for 20 years, actually." it's deeply unserious.

[timebastard]

Ted practically dropped to his knees at the sight of his wife, dark hues taking in her scantly clad frame after stepping into the kitchen. He hadn't expected to see her home yet let alone dressed in an outfit that would make his heart race and his dick instantly respond. The lace of the outfit barely covered her ass before darting up her frame, hugging her waist and just below breasts that were bare of anything. It tied off around her neck, the outfit, but he was too taken back by the fact her boobs were out for him to see so openly. It obviously wasn't the first time he was seeing her chest, but it certainly was the first time she'd picked a piece lingerie that just failed to cover them. And truth be told! Truth be fucking told-- Ted was a boob guy. She knew that. He loved her perky little ass, but her boobs? Her tits? The way they bounced and moved or fit perfectly in his hands? She was trying to kill him.

He yanked hard at his tie, dropping the jacket he'd been folding over his arm to let it hit the floor so both hands could remove the accessory. He hadn't even noticed the scent of food wafting through the air, completely oblivious to the meal she'd fashioned for them to enjoy. Not that it would matter in that moment as he was zeroed in on his next act. His tie was tossed aside and he started at the buttons of his shirt, but not without crossing the room towards her. Ted only got four buttons down his shirt before he was reaching out and grabbing her by the waist to drag her forward and to his chest. His hips bucked against hers and his head ducked in to catch soft lips for a heated kiss, but he barely lasted a few seconds with it. His mouth ripped away and he slid his hands over her hips and down her thighs, lowering himself slightly. The lowered position made it so he could easily latch onto her right nipple with his mouth. He sucked on the pebbled flesh with a low moan before drawing back with an audible little pop. He groaned and then came back to it with a needy suck, hand rising to grope at her other breast.

His other hand on her hip pushed @perkysbud backwards, forcing them to step until her ass met the counter. It had him popping away again with a small tug, groaning then dropping his groping hand. He grabbed hard at her hips and lifted her up, hoisting her onto the counter so he could dive back in. This time he paid mind to her other breast, sucking the nipple between his lips and teasing it lightly with a graze of his teeth. He groaned low, moan echoing up his throat. Fuck he loved her boobs.

spicy set 3.