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vampsywrites · 10 months

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balance of life

synopsis: "if you don't yield, we won't hesitate to kill the tsa-hik." as quadritch and his men launch a ruthless attack on your village, your life hangs in the balance.

pairings: olo'eyktan! aged up! neteyam x tsahik! fem! reader

tags: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND DEATH, mentions of guns, blood, gunshot wounds, violence, war, neteyam going feral, ambiguous ending hehe, mother neytiri suffering (again)

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"Mawey! My people! Mawey!" Your anguished plea echoes through the air, tainted with a tremor of unbridled fear.

Gasping, you find yourself shoved to the ground as the weight of a marine's boot presses upon your back, mercilessly crushing you. A bone-chilling sensation courses through you as his rifle hilt presses against the side of your skull, the threat it posed abundantly clear.

The air fills with haunting screams, a cacophony of agony and desperation, as your people struggle frantically to break free from their restraints.

Quadritch chuckles, moving his gaze to the forest before him. "I know you're there, Sully. You and your little soldier boys."

Jake takes in the situation, clicking his tongue as he pressed his back further against the solid trunk of a tree.

Clutching his rifle tightly, he curses under his breath. The crackle of his communication device interrupts the tense silence as Neteyam's voice comes in.

"Sir? What's wrong? We have them outnumbered and surrounded…Why aren't we initiating an attack?"

Jake hesitates for a moment, a palpable fear gripping his heart as he struggles to find the right words. With a shaky hand, he presses a button on his neck, activating his device. His voice quivering as he delivers the news, "They've got Y/N at gunpoint."

Neteyam chokes, feeling the air get knocked out his lungs, his entire body tensing, muscles coiling like a tightly wound spring. From afar, Neytiri meets his gaze, and he can see the worry etched on her face as her hands shake immensely around her bow.

"Oh, my sweet girl," she rasps, watery eyes peeking at you from behind a tree.

Neteyam's teeth grind together, his jaw clenched so tightly that it might as well break. Swiftly, he pushes through the green foliage, moving closer and closer until you were in his sights. His heart plummets, and a nauseating feeling spreads through him as he catches sight of you.

Tears mar your dirt-streaked face, mingling with the soil as a soldier forcefully presses your face deeper into the ground. His heart shatters as he catches fragments of the frantic prayers that escape your trembling lips.

In the midst of the chaos, Quadritch's voice slithers through the air, its lethargic slur accompanied by a thick, heavily accented drawl. "Let me make something abundantly clear," he enunciates, his words laced with malice, "If you don't yield, we won't hesitate to kill the Tsa-hìk."

In an instant, Neteyam's snarl tears through the air, his fangs bared in a primal display as his instincts roar, urging him to protect you at any cost. The soldiers swiftly pinpoint his location, their weapons trained upon him.

Unwavering, Neteyam prepares to draw his bow, poised to take action. However, before he can make any moves, a hand firmly seizes his shoulder, dragging him into safety just as a barrage of bullets whiz through the air. He finds himself taking cover beneath a fallen log, with Lo'ak gripping onto him tightly.

"Bro," Lo'ak seethes through clenched teeth, arms wound tight around Neteyam in a chokehold as he struggles to hold the raging male down, "Listen to me! If you make any hasty moves, you'll only end up getting yourself killed."

Neteyam's muscles strain against Lo'ak's grip, his chest heaving with a mix of anguish and fury as his eyes dart to the direction where you're held captive. Eventually, Lo'ak's words begin to sink in, and he reluctantly relents, slowly easing his struggling.

Gritting his teeth, Neteyam focuses on the situation at hand, his mind scrambled and racing. The weight of his helplessness settles upon him, but a fiery resolve ignites within his core. He locks eyes with his brother, an unspoken understanding exchanging between them.

"Lo'ak," he growls, "I need you to cover my right flank."

A muffled sob bubbles up your throat as the sky demon circles you, his monstrous gaze drinking in the sight of your fear-stricken figure.

"That boy's takin' his sweet time, ain't he?" The colonel chuckles, his boot nudging against your cheek, forcefully lifting your face up. A low, contemptuous whistle resonates from deep within his chest as he scrutinizes your features with an unsettling gaze. "Well, well, ain't you somethin' to behold? No wonder he went ahead and crowned you queen."

The colonel's sadistic chortle then drops abruptly, his smug expression contorting into a frown as the forest echoes with a thunderous war cry.

A surge of adrenaline courses through your veins, compelling you to lift your head defiantly, your eyes locking onto a figure emerging from the shadows. "Ma Neteyam!"

Neteyam moves through swiftly, drawing his bow back and knocking an arrow dead set into a soldier's skull. The RDA, caught off guard, attempt to mount a defense. Their weapons swing and shoot haphazardly, their strikes frantic. Neteyam growls, easily avoiding their feeble attacks.

With a low hiss, he strikes, his blade digging deep into a marine's skin, leaving behind jagged, gaping wounds that mar their flesh. In a blood-soaked frenzy, his vision narrows, focusing only on his enemies, while the world around him blurs into a backdrop of carnage.

More warriors surge forward, joining the relentless attack. Arrows streak through the air, finding their targets with deadly precision, striking down the soldiers that had once surrounded you.

In almost no time, the weight pressing onto your back eases as the marine holding you hostage falls lifelessly to the ground.

Without a moment's hesitation, you propelled yourself onward, stumbling amidst the grim aftermath, desperately seeking sanctuary and cover from the chaos.

You were in such a state of blind panic that you failed to notice the piarcing gaze fixed on your back. Quadritch watched as you moved along the edge of the fields, a wry grin spreading over his lips, "Hey there, pretty bird."

In a single, fluid motion, he raises his weapon and mercilessly opens fire, his shots striking and finding their mark in your chest, sending a searing pain coursing through your body. You stagger back, a choked scream slipping from your lips as you feel your legs giving in.

"Y/N!" Neytiri's piercing shriek fills the air, her desperate cry reaching your ears as she swiftly drops down beside you, enfolding you in her protective embrace.

The crackle of gunfire intensifies, another relentless barrage of bullets tearing through the battlefield. With nimble agility, she hauls you into her arms, racing towards the nearest cover.

As her back finds respite against the rough bark of a tree, Neytiri's attention immediately turn to your injuries. Panicked, she assesses the extent of your wounds, her hands becoming stained with your blood as she applies pressure.

"My sweet girl," Neytiri's voice trembles in despair, her words saturated with raw emotion. Tears stream down her face, mingling with the dirt and blood that now stains her skin.

Sobbing, your body goes limp in her arms, sending the woman into a frenzy. Her voice rises in a haunting wail, a soul-piercing cry that reverberates through the battlefield.

"No. No. Great Mother! No!" she beseeches the divine with all her being, as if her fervent cries alone could alter the cruel course of your fate.

In that heart-wrenching moment, a figure drops down beside her, and Neytiri turns to see Neteyam, shrouded in blood as his usually steady temperment crumbled.

"Oh, Ma'Eywa, Great Mother, please no," he falls to his knees, his arms reaching out for you as he frantically takes you into his embrace. You whimper and stir, your head spinning as it falls onto his chest.

"Yawne? Hey, syulang. Hey, it's me," he cradles you closer, his lips gently pressing against your temple as you heave and shake in his embrace. "Shh, shh. I'm here now, right by your side. I'm here. I won't let you go."

"Ma'Teyam," you rasp, your eyes fluttering as the abyss of sleep beckons. "I…I am so tired."

With quivering lips and a voice choked with grief, he whispers your name, his voice a fragile plea."No, no, you have to stay awake, yawne. You have to stay with me," he presses in a hoarse whisper, his words trembling with a vulnerability you rarely see.

"Please," Neteyam's tears drip onto your pale face, fingers trembling as they brush against your blood-stained skin, gliding across your flesh with an almost desperate tenderness, as if his touch alone could heal the wounds that mar your body.

The battle rages on around you, the chaotic sounds of war blending into muffled ringing. In this moment, time stands still, and the world around you fades into shadows.

"'Teyam…" Gasping for breath, you feel a final heave escape your body before everything is consumed by a blinding light.

07/16/23 — I am writing a part 2 due to popular demand 🙈 I have a taglist ready as well! So feel free to comment if you would like to be added!

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dollwrites · 1 year

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𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 — 𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐮

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!demon!reader, consensual pain and smut, graphic depictions of blood and gore, sexual conditioning, masturbation ( her ), all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ saccharine by jazmin bean

“Your wounds aren’t healing fast enough.” Enmu hummed as he examined your naked body. covered in bite marks, claw marks, his name etched over both thighs, blood obscures most of the injuries, smeared over you like a thick coat of paint. most of the bleeding had stopped already, but he was right. he was damaging you far quicker than your newly turned body could regenerate. “Perhaps I’ve found your limit, little daydream?”

“N—no,” you breathe out, needy for his attention. eager to take more abuse. your fingertips coast over your core, rubbing harsh between your sticky netherlips as you peer up at him, wide eyed and hopeful.

“No?” he repeats, fondly. squatting down to be eye level with you on the ground, his bloodied hand reaches up to cradle your face. you practically swoon as the gentleness of his touch, a far cry from his punishments, but both were equally pleasurable to you now. “Does my little pet want more?”

you nod, fervent, pinching your clit between your thumb and forefinger. it felt good, but not as good as when Enmu made you bleed. “Hurt me… hurt me again… Please, Enmu…”

you couldn’t even remember a time when you didn’t want his abuse. it hadn’t been that long ago, when you were human, and he’d come to you. at first, you’d cried and begged him to stop, eventually you’d wished for death. you’d gotten neither. now, you had been hurt so many times, you began to accept the pain for what it was— Enmu’s love, and forget that you ever hated it. his affection manifested. each broken bone, each tear in your skin, each drop of your blood on his claws was a testament to his love for you.

and you loved him back.

Enmu practically moans out loud with impish delight, his eyelids fluttering. you want to moan, too, assuming that he was solid in his trousers. you wished he’d take it out, reward you for being so good by letting you suck on it as he ripped your skin to shreds. or, maybe even flip you over and fuck you, slam your head into the stone floor over and over and tell you how much he loves you. unfortunately, for you, he does neither. “Ah, don’t you just sound so cute when you beg me!” he exclaims, tongue skirting over his sharpened canines, before he leans close to flick the tip at the blood around your mouth. you cock your head and pucker your lips in hopes to catch his in a kiss, but he remains just out of your reach. you whimper, frustrated, but roll your throbbing clit between your digits harder. “Such a whiny, little voice you have when you want me to hurt you, is it because you know I have a weak heart for precious, pathetic little creatures like you?”

batting your wet eyelashes up at him, you force a smile to pull your bloody lips back over your teeth as you pant, slipping one finger inside of yourself.

Enmu’s eyes flicker down to watch the display— to see you fucking yourself, and he coos, sinking his jagged teeth into his lower lip. “You’ve been edging yourself for such a long time, haven’t you, daydream?” he purrs, brushing blood-soaked flyaways back from your face. you nod, whimpering, “I’ll bet you’d like to cum, wouldn’t you?” another nod, and his smile widens. “But you can’t do that without my help, can you?”

“No…” you reply through grinding teeth. you were right on the cusp, all you needed was his agony. “I need— I need you, please, I need the pain…”

Enmu giggles, and it’s a giggle that should’ve frightened you. maybe, it had, at one time. but now, it releases an eruption of butterflies in your stomach, “So needy, so adorable,” he croons, dragging his lips over your temple, down the shape of your nose, mewling for you, “I’ve twisted you, haven’t I? Molded you into the perfect, little painslut. You can’t even cum unless I make you bleed.” flustered, you whine in his face, babbling, begging for him to do it; you just need to feel his love. “Well, even if your body breaks, I can’t help myself. I want to see you cum.”

his arm rears back, brandishing fingertips bent, as if a beast baring his claws, and you have no time to react or even anticipate before he drives his fist into your chest.

you cry out, surprised, and choke on a bubbling of blood that reaches your lips as he wraps his fingers around your heart and squeezes. blood spurts out from the wound in your chest and splatters against his face, and he moans, too. it’s as excruciating as it is euphoric, and you push another finger into your cunt, rocking against your palm with all of the strength left in your body. tears well up in your eyes as you look up at him, grateful, and your weak smile plays on your trembling lips.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” he whispers, squeezing harder. your body was working hard to heal itself, suturing the hole until it hits his forearm and stops. “You’re not going to heal up until I take my arm out.” he coos, kissing your shaky lips, “I won’t be doing that until you cum.”

but you were already swept away by the pain and pleasure, desperately trying to force yourself to kiss him back, you mewl and cry into his mouth, curling your fingers as you thrust them harder into your spasming canal. orgasming was never so intense. it was like pure electricity shooting through every muscle in your body, setting sparks in your fingertips and the very tips of your toes. and then there was his kiss, so soft and loving, and you melt into it.

“Mm,” he moans against your lips as you start to shake, “hearing you cry out in pleasure when anyone else would be screaming in agony is making me hard, you know?” he teases, lapping at the blood around your mouth, “I’ll just have to fuck my little painslut,” once your eyes rolled around behind your lids, he yanks his hand free. it makes a horrendous squelch and covers the floor in blood spatter, but the wound is already starting to close. it was slow, but you knew that you would recover. “Let’s see what sort of damage I can inflict from the inside.”

#enmu #enmu x reader #enmu x you #enmu smut #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x you #demon slayer smut

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eretzyisrael · 7 months

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The images from the October 7 massacre in southern Israel are extraordinarily difficult to behold. Charred bodies, babies riddled with bullet holes, elderly women shot in the head. The depths of Hamas’s depravity are impossible to comprehend.

And yet, after reporters who visited one of the kibbutzim targeted by the genocidal terrorist group last weekend reported that dozens of children had been brutally murdered, the response from some wasn’t horror and revulsion, but rather mockery and incredulity.

This was particularly apparent on X (formerly known as Twitter), a cesspool inhabited by some of the absolute worst of humanity, where some users poked fun at the reporters and openly questioned the veracity of their reports.

In response, Israel violated a longstanding practice.

For years, successive Israeli governments have resisted displaying the mangled bodies, the severed limbs, or the pools of blood produced by Palestinian acts of terror. They did so out of a belief in the Jewish principle of kavod hamet – the dignity of the dead – as well as a refusal to stoop to the level of anti-Israel propagandists, who perversely parade the bodies of dead Palestinians in an effort to garner international support.

This time, however, Israel felt that it had no choice. On Thursday, the government sent media outlets three photos: two of small burnt and blackened bodies, and a third of a small body covered in blood.

We at The Jerusalem Post were among the first to confirm, on the basis of the photos, that the reports of Israeli children murdered by Hamas in unspeakable ways were true. We opted not to display the photos on our website, instead linking to government social media accounts on which the photos could be found, while warning readers that the photos were graphic and deeply disturbing.

Of course, this did not suffice for the propagandists, who suggested that the photos showed that children had been burned to death, but not beheaded, and questioned whether the photos were indeed from southern Israel. Some went so far as to suggest that the photos were fake, generated by artificial intelligence.

The entire discourse is nothing short of nauseating. But it is also telling.

Jews have become accustomed to efforts to deny atrocities of which they are victims. This is perhaps most evident in the obscene phenomenon of Holocaust denial, which is still prevalent throughout the Arab world and elsewhere.

The goal is twofold: to deny Jews sympathy and compassion and to cause them additional pain and suffering by forcing them to prove that the horrors they endured actually happened.

What we have witnessed in recent days is strikingly similar.

Those who deny that Jewish children were murdered by Hamas in ghastly ways do so for the same reasons Holocaust deniers deny the Holocaust: to deny Israel international sympathy and support and to compound Israeli families’ agony by casting doubt on their unthinkable loss.

The release of the photos was necessary to allay any lingering doubts held by reasonable people – though why anyone would doubt that Hamas, a genocidal terrorist organization hell-bent on destroying Israel and murdering Jews, is capable of such horrors is beyond us – but, predictably, it did nothing to silence those who questioned the veracity of the reports out of hatred and spite.

Fight the information war

There is a lesson here.

It is important for Israel to fight the information war, to combat lies and misinformation and tell its side of the story. Doing so helps fortify the international legitimacy of Israel’s actions and gain the sympathy of societies and governments.

But at the end of the day, there are some – many of them simple antisemites – who will never be convinced, because they simply don’t want to be. To them, the Jewish state is always in the wrong, nothing it does will ever be right, and no evidence – including photos of dead Jewish babies – will change their minds.

Israel must invest its efforts in reaching the large majority of people around the world whose minds haven’t yet been made up but who are mostly decent and well-intentioned. They must be the target of Israel’s international media efforts. Trying to change the minds of those blinded by hate and impervious to reality is a waste of our spokespeople’s breath and our nation’s resources.

#israel #hamas #terrorism #information war #terror victims

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mostthingskenobi · 2 years

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OBI-WAN KENOBI ANGST-FILLED MINI FICS: “Hold Them Down”

Here is a link to the list of angst prompts I’m working from.

The prompt for this chapter was "Hold the down." I changed it to "Hold him down" because it made more sense for this mini fic.

TW for this specific chapter: blood, graphic injury, somewhat graphic battlefield medical treatment

ACTIVATE protective Cody-mode!!!! LET'S GO!!!!

Click here to read it on AO3.

More painful fics at the bottom of the post.

3. Hold them down.

The clones pushed their way into the makeshift command center. Dust and smoke hung heavily in the air, the canvas walls unable to keep the acrid battle stench out of the massive tent.

“Make a hole,” Cody growled at the troopers who were gathered around the main holo display table. The commander and three other clones forced the small crowd to part as they hoisted a blood-stained Obi-Wan Kenobi onto the console.

“What in the blazes are you doing?” Rex demanded, running forward.

“The medical tent is full,” Cody replied, his voice sounding uncharacteristically desperate.

“You can’t cover the map, Commander. We need it.”

“That battle’s lost, Rex! There’s no room anywhere else in the camp. There are too many wounded. So, either help us or stand aside.”

Kenobi groaned and coughed, his entire body convulsing.

“Jesse, get to work,” Cody insisted, pushing the medic forward.

Rex helped pull the general’s tunic open, exposing ghastly and actively bleeding wounds. “What happened?”

“He’s gonna bleed to death if I don’t get a handle on this quickly,” Jesse said steadily.

“There’s a bullet lodged under his collar bone and he’s taken a bout of shrapnel through the neck,” Cody said through gritted teeth, working with Rex to wipe away as much blood as possible so the medic could work.

“How…?” Rex’s question trailed off as he saw the fierce wounds on the general’s neck were suddenly revealed.

“The usual,” Cody spat out. “Doing something stupid to protect the men.”

“Did it work?”

“Yeah…everyone got clear except him.”

They had been in the field so long that most of Jesse’s technical gear didn’t work anymore. The battalion had also run out of bacta. So, that meant the general felt every single thing the medic did. Jesse worked quickly, using tweezers the old-fashioned way, going inch by inch through Kenobi’s neck to remove the small shrapnel shards. Obi-Wan’s head fell limply to the side as he tried to breathe through the shredding agony. Blood continued to pour from the wounds, covering his neck and chest. Rex and Cody couldn’t keep the area clear for more than a few moments.

“We’re running out of time here, Jesse,” Cody snarled.

“I’m going as fast as I can, Commander!” the medic snapped without looking up from his painstaking task.

“He’s going to die!”

“Why don’t you shut the hell up, sir, and let me do my job!”

Jesse pulled out the last fragment, doused the area in rubbing alcohol—eliciting a scream from Obi-Wan that made the clones’ blood run cold—before expertly wrapping a pressure bandage around the wound.

“Hold him down,” the medic demanded of Cody and Rex. “I’m going to get that bullet out but it’s gonna hurt.” Jesse snapped on a small but bright helmet lamp while Rex took Obi-Wan’s right arm and Cody took his left. They pressed him down, and, right before Jesse used a scalpel to access the bullet wound, Kenobi’s bruised and exhausted eyes locked with the clone commander’s.

“We’re almost there, sir.” Cody tried to sound reassuring.

As Jesse started working the bullet out, Obi-Wan screamed and tried to fight the clones off. He was freakishly strong for a man who was injured and was running short on blood. Rex and Cody struggled to keep him under control. They eventually had to climb up on the table and use all their bodyweight to hold the Jedi in place.

Finally, Jesse pulled the bullet free and held it up between his bloody fingers. “Nasty piece of work.” He proceeded to disinfect the wound before once again applying a pressure bandage. “He’s not out of the woods,” he explained to his commanding officer. “We need to get him aboard a star destroyer asap. He needs reconstruction on his neck and he needs a proper set of cauterizations and disinfections. What I did is just a patch job to keep him alive. But if he doesn’t get better care soon, he’s still going to die.”

Cody turned to Rex. “Can you get Skywalker to come for a pickup?”

“I’ll radio him right now.”

As Jesse stepped away to wipe off his hands and take a moment to center himself, Cody stood by Kenobi’s side. The Jedi was hardly conscious, his face oddly relaxed as he lay across what had been their logistics holomap. “We’ll get you fixed up, Sir.”

“Did they get out?” Kenobi whispered, his eyes never opening.

“Sir?”

“Did they get out?” the Jedi repeated.

Cody finally understood. “Yes, sir. You saved them. Every single man made it out thanks to you.”

“That’s all that matters.” Kenobi lost consciousness.

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READ THE OTHER ANGST-FILLED MINI FICS

1. “Does it Hurt?” - Obi-Wan is badly injured and Cody is trying to manage everyone’s bullshit.

8. “Help Me” - Dooku finds a gravely injured Obi-Wan and has to decide what to do with the Jedi.

12. “I Know That You’re Scared” - Anakin is mortally wounded and his dying wish is eerily familiar.

18. “I Can’t Breathe” - Obi-Wan and my original female character, Edana, are fighting side by side in a battle they cannot win. No one survives.

19. “How Much Did it Hurt?” (scroll down, it’s the second story in the post) - Padawan Obi-Wan and Padawan Quinlan are captured by General Grievous (yes, I know this timeline doesn’t make sense…I can do what I want LOL!). Grievous thinks Obi-Wan is the weaker of the 2, so he tortures Kenobi to try and get Vos to talk.

24. “This is Not Goodbye” - Sith Obi-Wan from my Dark Side series kneels before a shrine of Satine in a dirty Mandalorian alley.

39. “Hold Still” - I flipped the end of Phantom Menace. Obi-Wan dies in Qui-Gon’s arms.

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emanation-aura · 7 months

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ask game!

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

This is a response to this post about questions for writers!

7. deepest joy about writing?

Definitely the feeling. The emotion and being cathartic. Writing has been and probably will always be an outlet for me; I love pouring emotion onto the page and receiving comments from people who say same, yes, I felt the same way. Not as eloquently as that, usually, but I take great pride in making my work feel alive, and having others feel something from my work— it makes me even more honoured/excited when what a reader takes from the fic is different to what I wrote into it.

10. has a piece of writing "haunted" me, my own or otherwise? what does that mean?

I talked about it in another answer to this ask game, but these two fics [Only Human, Attack on Titan (tw graphic self-harm) and The Shape of Grief, Maze Runner (tw grief, suicide, psychological torture)] were absolutely fundamental to me. They haunted, and continue to haunt me to this day. I can't place exactly why, although I imagine the heavy themes have something to do with it, but. The slow, agonising prose of The Shape of Grief inspired how I write about emotion today. Only Human told me something about tenderness and care that I keep expressing in my works.

I guess they not so much haunt as keep me company. I don't consciously think about them all the time, but they left something indelible in me that will never go away; and in turn, I let pieces of them "haunt" my own writing, too.

18. Choose a passage from my work, and explain it— backstory, details, how it was written start to finish.

(Genshin Impact fic below! If you're not into Genshin this may not make much sense.)

A flash of lightning from the corresponding i, splitting apart the twisting lines that make up the letter s, a green serpent that writhes in uncomfortably lifelike agony. Swiftly transforming the a into a large valley, the n from nisut crash-lands from the sky, bending and twisting until it is a ruler rising from his throne, sands pouring from his hand. With one swipe of the simplistic brown line, the u rises up as a grand palace door in front, and behind it rises a seemingly endless series of pillars— the slideshow pauses, then, and the letter-characters recombine to brand this grand structure Khaj-Nisut.

This is part of Cyno/Staff of Scarlet Sands section for A Blade Against the World, a work of mine exploring the thematic elements of characters and their "signature" weapons. (I'll very behind because Tighnari/Hunter's Path threw me into writer's block. I've started on Tighnari & Cyno, and have vague plans for Alhaitham, Wanderer, and Dehya.)

Anyway, this passage makes reference to the Deshret script seen all across the desert. Like Egyptian hieroglyphics, they're pictographic—each letter represents a concept. Cyno is currently in King Deshret's Mausoleum trying to decide beween the Key of Khaj-Nisut and Staff of Scarlet Sands, and this pictographic display is done by the characters that compose Khaj-Nisut.

The slideshow represents the history of the Great Red Sand: the lightning splitting apart the serpent is The Usurper/Primordial One vanquishing the seven Dragon Sovereigns, specifically Apep. The n crashlanding into a valley and rising to become a ruler with sand pouring from his hand references Deshret's descension: he was once a "son of the sky" (according to the chinese version of The Lay of Al-Ahmar) who was exiled to Teyvat and became a God-King. The n from the Deshret Script is fitting here because it is Sacred Seal: Right to Rule, a "spitting image of a ruler seated upon a throne". Finally, the u (Sacred Seal: Grand Door: "silhouetted shape of a stone door from an ancient palace") represents the rise of Khaj-Nisut as a city-state.

25. Weird, hyper-specific yet irrelevant detail you know about one of your characters?

Hmm... let me give an answer for both the fandoms I actively write for now.

Genshin: In Structural Isomerism, where mad scientist Sucrose accidentally reverse-engineers the element of Time via Anemo, I imagine that Lisa (who doesn't even appear in the fic!) ends up actually going into retirement, even quitting as a librarian, because of the stress that the aftermath of this incident causes (she probably has to clean up and figure out who the hell showed up and turned Albedo back into chalk).

Persona 5: Whenever I write, I keep in mind that Akechi actually is slightly envious of Sumire's gymnastic ability, even though he's disgusted by the way she was brainwashed by Maruki and so weak-willed. He justifies it as he wants flexibility and skill for Metaverse killing, but actually it makes something deep inside hurt to see someone wholeheartedly devoted to a single, transcendental dream against all odds. This has never come up in any fic I write, though, and the sole thing this idea does it affect how I characterise Goro talking with Sumire.

28. Most delightful character you’ve ever written and why?

(Persona 5)

Goro Akechi, without a single doubt. My Joker Palace fic(s) are set from his perspective most of the time (because Akira is indisposed by the cognitive hell of hating himself so much that he has a Palace :P), and he is truly delightful to explore.

Goro is violent and standoffish and cold, but he also cares (for Akira) in ways that make little sense to even himself. He is a living contradiction, acting and justifying his own actions in a way that suggests neither outright guilt/remorse nor total callous disregard. He isn't exactly at peace with his spotty past with serial killing and working for Shido, but he's also accepted every aspect of himself and won't hide behind another Detective Prince mask again out of a desire to be liked or respected. He will forge ahead in the world on his own terms, knowing that his past may permanently stain him but at least it is part of the true him, no matter what (especially poignant with Maruki arc). I've had so much fun with the violent swear-y inner monologue, balanced with moments of painful self-reflection about the nature of his and Akira's relationship. He is simultaneously very self-aware and also very oblivious about aspects of himself and others, and I think that it's a challenging but fun balancing act.

Example of a moment I enjoyed writing very much:

“Are you going to fight me?” Goro asks impatiently, done with this farce of Akira, the impostor wearing his face in a heart of distorted lies. “Or are you going to disarm me again and again, ever since you let me in here?” Because Akira— Cognitive Akira— has done nothing but surrender his heart to Goro over and over again. It’s just a tad insulting when Goro is his former assassin and serial killer, being allowed to walk all over his heart’s defenses without even a will of rebellion to keep him out. (Where is Akira’s Persona, anyway?)

#fanfic meta #fic writing #genshin impact #persona 5 #persona 5 royal

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theglennon · 8 months

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A sense of musical perspective...

Thoughts on, Batman, my 3 gig weekend and how it all got to where it is. Featuring Not Quite Fab, CiViLiZED NATiVES and Glennon and Friends...

"This should be agony. I should be a mass of aching muscle, broken, spent, unable to move. And, were I an older man, I surely would...

but I'm a man of thirty - of twenty again. The rain on my chest is a baptism - I'm born again …"

Frank Miller - Batman: The Dark Knight Returns

Apart from the bit about the rain, I have finally achieved a childhood dream.

I'm Batman.

In Frank Miller's graphic novel, The Dark Knight Returns, a fifty-something year old Batman feels the need to return and fight crime again because Gotham City has gone to Hell.

While I don't fight crime, obviously, every time I step foot on stage, I become the man he feels himself to be in that moment.

As we all know, music transcends time and age and gives youth and life back to us.

What other art form can pull you back to yourself back then, in a split second?

Making music is even more like that.

With Not Quite Fab on Friday, I got to remember being 12 and hearing The Beatles for the first time. It takes me right back to those moments of possibilty when I imagined that I would be able to get onstage and rock out as hard as they did.

As a bonus, I'm actually in The Beatles. Paul, George and Ringo are right next to me onstage and I somehow got lucky enough to be invited.

Harmonizing with Dicky, Number 9 and Brad puts me right back in those times, a reunion with my younger self and a reminder of the possibilities that abound in guys just getting it done.

CiViLiZED NATiVES on Saturday pulled me right back into that moment in '94 when things got even clearer and I took the lessons learned from the magical music that captivated me and decided to write some of my own.

Keyboardist Jeff Gardner comes from those first days of triumphs and heartaches and I'm up there with my soul mate Therese at every performance. Our Angelina is now in the group as well as Jack our newest convert. It's rounded out by Justin and Kevin and amazing rhythm section.

How does one see every stage of life on display right in front of them? Get together with a group that goes from 18-57 year olds committed to the same thing you are.

Plus, Isabella my littlest is beginning to make her own mark up there with us.

She's 12. Coincidence?

With Glennon and Friends on Sunday, I got to jam with my son Jacob, Mike "9" Antoine AND his brother Tony, Jack once again and a man who truly knows what it is to have musical dreams, Scott Calvert.

I sang and played myself right into the wall of fatigue and enjoyed every blessed minute.

I will eat today, I might move a little bit slower but it is nothing compared to the joy that I will keep with me for a lifetime.

I challenged myself, my friends and my family this weekend and came away from it all as a better man.

I may not put on the cowl and tights and fight crime but I do put on those round glasses and fight my age.

It's a worthwhile endeavor every time.

Peace, Love and Blessings, Glennon

#john lennon fanart

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springfallendeer · 1 year

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Blood and Comfort

This is a period comfort fic that was requested by a friend on Discord a while ago. It technically predates the establishment of the "Brothel AU" (aka the Pimptrap AU) by a few days.

Features Brothel AU Eclipse comforting a female reader as they deal with an unpleasant Period. I warn; it gets descriptive. It details very real agonies of periods. So its graphic in that way. Definitely not suitable for everyone. This is the only warning I'm giving.

||A quiet, repressed moan escapes you as the dull throb transitions into an intense ache. It is a sharp spike in pain, followed by a brief reprieve.||

||A very minor labor pain.||

||A mild contraction. Your internal muscles clench and spasm abruptly, and then release.||

||The pain rises. Then it falls.||

||Accompanying this pain is an unpleasant, sticky dampness.||

||Blood pools between your legs, where it soaks into a thin layer of cotton. That cotton being your only means of preventing the turret of blood from ruining yet another pair of underwear.||

||Thick clots of rotten tissue spill out of you like pus out of an ulcer. The sensation is every bit as unpleasant as it sounds.||

||You are miserable. Rightly so.||

||Your uterus is undergoing its monthly decay and there is little that you can do to ease away the agony that comes as a result.||

||All that you can do is lay here and suffer.||

||Suffer you do.||

||Suffer you shall.||

||Just like everyone else unfortunate enough to have been born with a body like yours.||

||Periods. Fucking. Suck.||

||A quiet knock echoes from the other side of your door, momentarily drawing your attention away from all of the unpleasant sensation wracking your body.||

||“Can I come in?”|| ||The familiar voice of Eclipse calls from the other side of the door. He calmly requests to be allowed into your room.||

||“Yeah...”|| ||You don’t even look up as you give him your response. What little attention he’s drawn to himself is quickly pulled away as a particularly intense cramp ransacks your body.||

||You curse the foundation of your own biology as you feel a fresh puddle of blood pool out of you. And you groan at the disgusting sensation of a particularly large mass of clotted tissues nonchalantly sliding out of your body.||

||Your door is pulled open. Eclipse lets himself in.||

||You don’t look at him.||

||You don’t want to look at him. You don’t want to see him.||

||Between the pain, the general unpleasant dampness, and your fluctuating hormones, you can hardly be bothered to feel social.||

||You can feel his eyes on you. Another pained groan escapes you as yet another unpleasant spasm sends a jolt of pain rushing through your back and abdomen.||

||“What do you want?...”|| ||You grumble the words through gritted teeth as you refuse to look at the animatronic.||

||Under any other circumstance, you might have been happy to see him. Just not right now. Not while your uterus feels like it's trying to turn itself inside out.||

||“Just came by to see how you were feeling.” Eclipse replies.||

||A long, unpleasant sigh escapes you in response. You still can’t be bothered to look at him.||

||“Well, I’m feeling like shit.” You grumble in turn.||

||You hear as he approaches you.||

||That proves to be enough to draw your attention.||

||“What?!”|| ||You don’t mean to snap at him. Really you don’t. But the pain has made you irritable.||

||He doesn’t hold it against you. He doesn’t even really react to your sudden, out of character display of hostility.||

||Instead, he just lifts you out of bed.||

||“Put me down!”|| ||You snap at him again.||

||More blood rushes out of you as you’re lifted up. You visibly wince in response to the unpleasant sensation.||

||Eclipse ignores you. He pulls you into his arms as he proceeds to climb into your bed.||

||You struggle, though your efforts ultimately prove useless. He’s much bigger and much stronger than you. So there’s no getting him to stop once he decides to do something stupid.||

||He pulls you so that you lay on top of him. Chest to chest. Stomach to stomach. He tucks your face into the crook of his neck.||

||You open your mouth to chew him out, only to be distracted by a sudden surge in heat.||

||Right against your abdomen.||

||The cramps begin to let up almost as soon as his stomach heats up.||

||By the time you remember that you were going to yell at him, you’ve decided against it. The heat he’s producing has brought such an overwhelming sense of relief. The bulk of your pain fades away in response to the intensity of his body heat.||

||A drawn out sigh escapes you as you inevitably relax against his body.||

||“That better?” Eclipse inquires, his voice as calm and nonchalant as ever.||

||“Mhmm~...”|| ||You lazily hum in response, shifting somewhat so that you can wrap your arms around his shoulders. In doing so, you allow your abdomen to press closer to his, allowing more of his body heat to seep into you.||

||He adjusts his arms around you in response. Two trail up to rub your shoulder and pet your head. The other two fall to your lower back.||

||You wince momentarily as his hands begin to firmly knead your lower back in its entirety. His hands are large enough that he can squeeze and caress every inch of muscle without issue.||

||It’s only unpleasant for a moment. Then what little pain that was left begins to fade away.||

||The heat of his body and his groping hands make the agony so much easier to bear.||

||If only he could do something about the unpleasant, sticky sensation that lingered between your legs. But there was generally little that could be done about that, outside of constant showering.||

||You sigh again, allowing your eyes to fall closed as he tends to you.||

||You’re so tired. It’s always so hard to rest during your monthly bleed. Between the pain and the fear of ruining your clothes, it was difficult to find the chance to relax enough to fall asleep.||

||“Thank you...”|| ||You tiredly murmur against his neck, feeling sleep rapidly taking you over now that your body is finally able to relax.||

||“Sleep.” Eclipse gently replies, using his hand to press your face further into the crook of his neck.||

||You want to protest. You want to remind him that you’re bleeding; that you don’t want to ruin another set of clothes.||

||But you just can’t be bothered.||

||You’re so, so tired. So tired of the pain. So tired of the blood. So tired of the cleaning.||

||All you want to do is ignore the problem.||

||All that you want to do is rest.||

||“I can deal with the laundry later.” He murmurs.||

||You swear that you feel him kiss the top of your head. But it’s so hard to tell.||

||The more your body relaxes, the faster sleep takes you.||

||You’re so fucking relieved to be told that you don’t have to clean the stains this time.||

||You’re so at ease in his arms. He’s a heated blanket and a massage chair all in one.||

||Nothing shy of being shot would have prevented you from falling asleep now.||

||Everything else can wait.||

||You need to rest.||

||Eclipse will tend to you until it’s time for him to leave.||

||So you sleep.||

||You sleep while you’ve got the chance.||

#period stuff #period fic #not osha approved #but not smut #Brothel AU Eclipse #reader insert

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rusted-icicles · 2 years

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: Gen

Fandom: The Owl House (Cartoon)

Relationships: Hunter | The Golden Guard & Philip Wittebane | Emperor Belos, Philip Wittebane & Philip Wittebane's Brother, Caleb & Philip Wittebane | Emperor Belos

Characters: Hunter | The Golden Guard (The Owl House), Philip Wittebane | Emperor Belos, Luz Noceda, Lilith Clawthorne, Caleb (The Owl House), The Collector (The Owl House)

Additional Tags: Vomiting, Choking, Bad Parent Philip Wittebane | Emperor Belos, Unreliable Narrator, Episode: s01e18 Agony of a Witch, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, less obvious here but still, Kidnapping, Captivity, Human Hunter | The Golden Guard (The Owl House), belos x his loose grasp on reality, Hunter | The Golden Guard and Luz Noceda are Siblings (The Owl House), I honestly don't know what to tag this, Delusions

He heard the witchlings first before he saw them.

"-Anything you want to try out, Hunter?" A girl asked.

"Nah, I'm just here as a look-out," answered a painfully familiar voice.

Belos's eyes snapped open to the bright lights of the Relic Room, his heart suddenly pounding in his throat as his gaze swept over the various displays.

He knew all the grimwalkers were dead. He knew how each and every one of them died, knew where all of their final resting places were.

That voice should not exist, could not exist, no matter how much Belos longed to hear it again. And yet…

~*~

After wasting all his brother's bones on failed attempts, Philip tries to bury his regrets. After giving his brother so many second chances, Philip tries to come to terms with the fact that his brother didn't want to be saved.

He thought he succeeded.

Fortunately for him, a ghost tries to steal the Healing Hat.

(An AU where instead of being a grimwalker, Hunter is the reincarnation of Caleb Wittebane.)

Finally gonna try promoting my fics here on Tumblr, so here's the Belos WIP I've been working on for a while! Hope you guys enjoy!

#the owl house #toh #toh hunter #emperor belos #philip wittebane #hunter wittebane #reincarnation au #rust's fic collection

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jhopeunboxed · 2 years

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j-hope at Lollapalooza- the journey of a star

Preface: this write-up is focused on the first half of j-hope's set (before Music Box: Reflection)

For his inaugural solo set, j-hope made his entrance by leaping out of a giant box. It was both a literal nod to the 'Jack in the Box' toy mechanism that inspired his latest titular album, as well as a figurative statement on breaking out of the mould of 'j-hope of BTS'. This grand gesture served as an introduction to the themes of his work and a declarative statement on the kind of artist he aspires to be. It prepared the audience for a journey of shock, surprise and delight.

The production read like a theatre play. Before j-hope made his entrance, it started with the introduction/prologue consisting of a soothing female voice telling the fable of 'Pandora's Box'. This effectively set the tone of a twisted children's tale, eccentric and slightly creepy. It was reinforced through the set design and projection of graphics, which had a scrawled, child-like feel in bright colours (reminiscent of artist Cy Twombly or Jean Michel-Basquiat) and checkerboard graphic. The whimsical feel was tempered by the darkness of night and mostly black background.

Credit: Getty Images

In his interview with IU prior to the show, he said, "you'll get to see a side of j-hope that wasn't there before, and you'll be able to feel what I feel and see the world as I do". j-hope had a story and vision and he was here to execute it. He was simultaneously an artist painting the scene, a storyteller through his lyrics, and an actor that draws the audience in through raw display of emotions. Many times he felt like a conductor, superbly skilled at using arm gestures to direct the crowd's attention and to seemingly command the live band. He played the role of a mad artist and creative genius, drunk on his own work, while also being the main protagonist of the story.

The first act of his 'play' started with 'More', a song expressing feral thirst and ambition. It is that ceaseless hunger that has led j-hope to this very stage. His performance showed a side that had not been fully been explored until now. Abandoning dance choreography that marks typical 'kpop' performances, he instead threw himself into the song with wild abandon, including headbanging, stumbling, and facial expressions that flitted from despair, agony to pure enjoyment of the stage. In short, he appeared unhinged and even possessed by an inner demon. It was akin to a work of performance art. This was Jack coming out, his darker side. It was also the 'Jay' to his 'Hope', marking a return to rap and a departure from the wholesome pop star image. Fittingly, his voice was gritty and loaded with emotion.

Kpop performances are highly visual and often feature lavish outfits. In a bold move, j-hope dialled back on his costume by choosing an all-black ensemble of T-shirt and cargo pants. It gave subtle punk-rock vibes mixed with Goth- very fitting for the live band and the overall soundscape and aesthetics of the earlier half. j-hope's dark hair was grown-out with tousled curls, adding to the raw feeling. By removing the slick polish of kpop, j-hope was sending a clear message- he wanted the focus to be squarely on his music and stage presence. As the hour flew by, his hair and clothes would get mussed up, and this was all part of the experience. It conveyed a sense of authenticity that would resonate with an alien crowd. By eschewing choreographed dance in favour of seemingly freestyled moves, he further created an authentic reaction and connection with the music.

Credit: Getty Images

We can consider the breaks that j-hope built within the performance as divisions between acts. He has an astute understanding of pacing, and knows how to create ebbs and flows. A prime example of this is the way he commanded the audience to 'sing it!', creating a spontaneous live choir of people reciting 'Hangsang with my dawg right... smash on the street'. Through physical gestures, audience interaction as well as the cadence of his voice, he builds tension leading up to the climax. Then he comes to a halt, drawing all focus to him, before launching into arguably the most memorable verse of the song. With Hangsang as the conclusion to the first act, after addressing the audience he embarks on the second act which explores concepts of peace and equality in the world. In 'Piece of Peace', 'Equal Sign' and most intriguingly 'STOP (There are no bad people in the world), he ponders on his role amidst social issues and the daily barrage of news.

The dreamlike song 'Blue Side', made even more haunting by the live instrumentals, served as an interlude. It was both designed as a break for j-hope to catch his breath, as well as a shift in the mood of the narrative. His thin figure silhouetted against the blue sea of light, he conveyed a sense of fragility and pensive emotion. The following song, 'Safety Zone', marks the start of the third act with j-hope seated on a small podium to the side. Basked in light, it felt like his own bubble and safe corner. While j-hope was radiating energy outwards earlier and addressing larger issues in the world, now he seemed to withdraw slightly and focus on his inner state. This was complemented by the camerawork, which switched to more close-up, lingering, intimate shots of him. The introspective lyrics made it akin to a monologue, and it was hypnotizing to watch him get lost in the moment.

It is fitting that the epic conclusion to the third 'act' was Arson, the title track from 'Jack in the Box'. 'I burned it all' and 'it's done', he proclaims in the song. Fire has always been a powerful symbol- it conjures up feelings of danger, it is necessary for life yet could also hearken to images of hell, death and destruction. In j-hope's case, this was a necessary demise for his subsequent rebirth. His wild passion is an all-consuming force that leads him to seemingly destroy the stage (and possibly his stable self) through violent motions. He is demolishing stereotypes of himself and his past image as a 'kpop idol', in order to emerge as a new person and become the artist of his choice.

The willingness to let go of his conscious self while retaining control of the audience separates j-hope from other performers, and transforms his Lollapalooza set into a masterful work of art. As the music swelled into an explosive section with drums, j-hope completely let loose on the elevated platform. The visual projection at the back gave him the appearance of being completely consumed by flames. The cathartic release of pure energy felt like a supernova- a giant explosion marking the death of a star. This cataclysmic event generates shockwaves so huge that it could trigger the formation of new stars.

In the lyrics of Arson, j-hope ponders, "Now I ask myself, choose what? Do I put out the fire, or burn even brighter?" It remains an open question, but perhaps his performance provided the answer. On that night, we as an audience witnessed both the end and the birth of a star. Pandora's box was now open; everything within him had been unleashed and it could never be closed again.

#jhope lollapalooza #jhope #jhope jack in the box #jhope arson #bts #jung hoseok #hoseok #hobi #hobipalooza #jack in the box #hope world #jhope more #jhope bts

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girlwip · 4 months

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DUN-DA-DA-DA-DUN ! LEVEL UP !

✦ 　── 　 idia shroud of twisted wonderland graphics ( for rentry / whatever ).

✧ 　── 　 for @tarnishedlover, and a part of @jirai-doll’s secret santa event ! happy holidays.

#✦﹕agony on display | graphics #idia shroud #disney twst #idia twst #twisted wonderland idia #rentry #rentry graphics #rentry gif #rentry decor #sentry #graphics #twisted wonderland

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crushng-a · 2 years

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👀 one for murdock

ʞɹɐp ǝɥʇ uı sǝɥsıʍ ɓuıʞɐɯ lnɟǝɹɐɔ ǝq ✧ no longer accepting.

— includes graphic go.re in the form of a detailed, nonprofessional vi.visection (??) and s.nuff. yeah. heavily implied as nonc.onsensual. i made so many faces writing this, god. he’s so fucking awful and weird. anyway

murdock looks so darling flayed on his own knives. gin had gotten to try each one of them in turn, different shapes and lengths and styles. some cut, some slice, some merely pierce, some rip big serrated chunks of flesh. if it weren’t so unwieldy, the last one might have been gin’s favorite. the blood wells up quick and lubricates the ragged skin, and you’d think that would make the work smoother, but no. it’s tacky. it sticks to the knife, your hands, your victim’s skin. messy, messy. gin had to switch to something sharper, to cut through the blood before it could become a problem. it doesn’t take as long, which sates their impatience, but it wrings less noise out of their toy.

and their toy is awfully stubborn. murdock had a few choice words for them earlier, but he seems to have graduated to pressing his lips together like a kindergartner holding his breath. his hands and feet are trussed to the bedposts, leaving him spreadeagled and helpless to whatever whim might strike gin. they think they’ll keep him like this a while. maybe for the rest of his life. (it probably won’t be more than a few more hours of labored breathing at this rate, anyway.)

beautiful boy’s been split open from throat to groin, the skin pulled back like a curtain, his throbbing organs exposed and on display. all in shades of red and maroon, glistening wet and soft. gin had spent time trailing their hands through the mess of them, delving under and around with deft fingers, tip-tapping on murdock’s ribcage to test its strength before carefully snapping and removing the bones one by one.

tears track down murdock’s cheeks (poor thing, gin coos with a mocking smile), and puddle onto the pillow. sniffles and whimpers are all murdock will let himself give, with the occasional scream of agony. no begging. so of course gin keeps on going, with those pretty scarlet eyes all horrified and furious.

so warm inside. plunging both hands deep into his insides isn’t enough. gin wants to bury their face in it. they want to lick their way from liver to lungs, take a bite out of beating heart.

there’s blood pooled in the divot murdock’s weight makes in the bed. it’s trailing in streams down his sides. his dick is soaked in it. it’s really a natural progression for gin to take it in their mouth and bob on it. it’s dead weight, flaccid and floppy, but they can feel it grow on their tongue in spite of the torment. gin lets their eyes drift shut, folding their arms under their head. murdock croaks a protest somewhere above them, but it doesn’t matter. gin lets sticky lifeblood dribble into their hair, humming softly. it’s all so warm and alive, so cozy. they’ll be here, tongue on weakening pulse, when the last of his soul ebbs away.

such an intimate thing, death. you of all people would know. and isn’t it a precious gift to be cut for the grafting, open and blooming? i’ll keep you forever. you can grow roses in all my meadows under a red sunrise.

#[ ɥʇɐǝɹq ǝuo ʇsnɾ oʇ sʇunoɯɐ ɓuıʎɐɹd ɹnoʎ ɟo llɐ ] asks #[ ʇı ǝʞɐʇ ⅋ ǝuıɯ s‚ʇɐɥʍ ǝǝs / pǝʞɐu puɐ dn pǝssǝɹp llɐ ] suggestive #alwayshorrible #[ ¿puǝ ǝɥʇ ɥɔɐǝɹ noʎ uǝɥʍ doʇs ʞɔolɔ ǝɥʇ ɹɐǝɥ noʎ op ] murdock | alwayshorrible #( i don’t even know i’m just leaving this the way it is at this point. ffs gin what the hell )

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voraciousvore · 6 months

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Bucky's (42/44)

Chapter 42: Aftermath

As gruesome as the sight of a man with his torso blown open from the inside was, Ronny felt compelled to snap photographs with his phone. If they were going to take down Big Corp Inc. and Bucky’s, people needed to see with graphic clarity how horrible and dangerous the pills really were, so they would be opposed to their widespread circulation. The display sickened Tanya and Ronny, but they stayed with the survivors until the paramedics arrived.

Tanya checked on Little Debbie, to gauge her injuries. Apparently, when Leon expanded in size, she had been smashed up against the stomach wall before Mr. Wolfe ripped open. She had a broken arm and leg, and probably at least one broken rib as well. She was in so much agony that she had lost consciousness. With no way to help her, Tanya asked Ronny to return her to the desk so she could finish sending out the emails.

When the paramedics showed up, they were astonished by the brutal display but quickly got to work tending to the wounds and loading up the unconscious people into stretchers. Tanya was surprised to see they came prepared with human-sized equipment for Little Debbie. She reasoned that human injuries must happen in a disproportionate amount to the quantity of humans inhabiting the large side of the city, simply by virtue of the inherent dangers of sharing space with Giants. The thought saddened her as she snuck a glance up at Ronny.

The media weren’t far behind. Martin had diligently sent everything straight to the TV stations, radios, and newspapers, and all the nosy reporters wanted an exclusive scoop on the big scandal. Once the outlandish story of what happened upstairs came to light, the mob of reporters rushed to capture the moment, cataloguing every second as the blood-soaked victims were carted away by paramedics to an ambulance waiting downstairs. Ronny and Tanya found themselves swarmed by cameras and noise. Ronny, concerned for Tanya’s safety, tried his best to keep her hidden in his hands, but his reaction was delayed: The little blood-smeared human had been sniffed out, and the sharks were circling, hungry for a meal.

Initially, Ronny tried his best to take the reins and explain, but he wasn’t the most articulate or interesting, and his patience wore thin quickly, making him gruff and snippy. The Giant reporters wanted to interview the human instead. Tanya realized how critical this moment was to take down Bucky, so she pushed open his fingers so she could be seen. She knew she was taking a huge risk, being a fugitive from the law and a target for Bucky, but she needed to tell her story. She was deeply intimidated when she witnessed the swarm of energetic, humongous strangers around her, with all their attention on her, but she didn’t back down. As titanic microphones were shoved in her face, and camera flashes blinded her, she related the salient portions of her story and answered questions shouted out to her.

Her head was spinning by the time the mob of Giants finally left her alone. Ronny flopped down on one of the couches with a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “Are you sure that was wise, Tanya, to allow yourself to be seen like that? I hope you don’t get targeted now.”

She shrugged and looked down at her hands. “It needed to be done,” she mumbled. She gazed up at Ronny, her eyes overflowing with emotion. “I needed to do this. I couldn’t just cower and hide when I knew there were still humans in danger whom I had the power to help.”

Ronny smiled down at his teeny girlfriend, tucked securely in the folds of his curving hand. “Wow, Tanya… I truly admire you. I don’t think I’d have the courage to do what you did, if I were in your position. You’re an incredible woman.” Tanya beamed with his praise, and his heart melted. He raised her up to his lips, gave her a sweet kiss, and held her against his chest.

Eventually, Ronny got up and headed downstairs to rejoin Martin and Candy. They congratulated Tanya on her valiant success, relieved to see she was safe and unharmed. Tanya gave Candy back her phone, which miraculously escaped any damage. With all the excitement, the office was a flurry of activity. Their direct supervisor Leon was gone, and the CEO was dead, so work didn’t seem important anymore. Everybody was gossiping about the email leaks and poring over all the scandalous findings.

Somebody turned on the TV in the break room to the news channel. Already, the big story was breaking, accompanied by gory, but carefully censored, footage of Leon, Little Debbie, and the dead CEO. Tanya flushed with embarrassment when she saw herself on TV being interviewed. Candy assured her she did a good job in front of the cameras. Ronny turned away, not wanting or caring to see himself on TV. He grasped Martin by the shoulder and pulled him aside.

“What is it, Ronny?” Martin asked.

“I’m worried, Martin,” Ronny admitted. “Somebody broke into my apartment yesterday. They didn’t take anything, but I suspect one of Bucky’s minions, if not Bucky himself, was searching for Tanya. And now, Tanya’s with me on the TV. They’re going to see her, and know she was trying to sabotage them, and they know where I live.”

“Oh dear,” Martin responded. “That’s not good. What are you going to do?”

“Well... look, I know you probably despise me, so I’m not asking for myself. But... if you could at least let Tanya stay with you and Candy for a while? Just keep her safe, until this whole thing blows over? All I know is, I can’t keep her at my apartment,” Ronny concluded.

“Of course!” Martin agreed. “But aren’t you worried they’ll come after you too?” His brow furrowed with concern.

“Y-yeah,” Ronny admitted. “But I’ll figure something out. I can handle it.” He uttered the last statement without much confidence. They could easily find him and kill him, or do horrible things to him. In the past, Ronny may have been consoled by the fact that he wasn’t small like a human and couldn’t get eaten, but now that wasn’t true anymore. With the new pills, Bucky could shrink Ronny and devour him. Both Leon and Ronny had already been eaten, after all. Ronny was scared, but he didn’t want to admit his concerns to Martin.

Though Ronny failed to vocalize his thoughts, Martin could guess what he was thinking. He placed his big hand on Ronny’s shoulder. “You can stay with us too, Ronny,” he conceded. “You’re special to Tanya. She’d be devastated if anything happened to you.”

“Really? You’d be okay with that?” Ronny asked, mildly incredulous.

“Don’t get the wrong idea! I don’t care about YOU at all, Ronny! Just Tanya!” Martin jested. He smirked and punched Ronny playfully in the side. Ronny couldn’t help but laugh.

“Besides, I’d never hear the end of it from Candy if I rejected you. You know she’s got me on a tight leash!” Martin continued, chuckling. Ronny laughed harder. He thought it comical that a little thing like Candy had so much control over a Giant man as physically imposing as Martin. Then again, he had a similar relationship with Tanya. He would do literally anything for her. Ronny realized, in that moment, he had a friend in Martin. Purely by circumstance, they had bonded over their mutual desire to protect, as well as respect and love, their tiny girlfriends. Ronny felt warmth inside him. With his snarky, abrasive attitude, he had intentionally pushed most people out of his life. He hadn’t had a friend in a long time.

“Thanks,” he said gruffly. “I appreciate it.” He felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Martin slapped him on the back in acknowledgement and the two Giants rejoined their girlfriends in the break room. Tanya and Candy were talking excitedly to each other. Tanya was relating her adventures to Candy, who listened and commented with rapt attention.

“Ugh, I hated Mr. Wolfe so much,” Candy expressed. “He was a repulsive fiend. I remember when he allowed Mr. Hardon to eat me. And he almost let Bucky take me! I’m glad he’s gone.”

“Now, if we could just get rid of Bucky…” Tanya grumbled, crossing her arms.

“Hopefully, your efforts will get him arrested,” Candy chimed in. Tanya nodded in agreement.

“Excuse me, Candy, my little cupcake?” Martin interjected, kneeling down in front of the table so he was level with the humans. Tanya took a hesitant step backwards. Candy came over to Martin and placed her hand on his cheek, brushing his coarse stubble with her fingers.

“Yes, sweetie?”

“Um, Ronny was asking if he and Tanya could stay with us for a while, since Bucky knows where they live,” Martin explained.

“Why, of course! It’d be our pleasure!” Candy replied, beaming at Tanya. She stood up on her tiptoes and pecked Martin on his lip. He smiled and kissed her gently back. Candy was ecstatic. She enjoyed having a human friend to talk to, especially one with similar experiences to her own. She wanted to get to know Tanya better.

Ronny stood back with his hands folded together. Candy looked up at him and the corner of her mouth twitched into an uncertain, nervous smile. She was still a little frightened of him, due to their rough history, but she wanted to be friendlier and make amends, especially after she learned that he had been the one to save her from Mr. Hardon’s clutches when the evil Giant had nearly kidnapped her. Ronny swallowed and scratched the side of his face, turning his eyes away. He still felt awkward around Candy, even if she was willing to put the past behind her.

After work, Ronny figured it would be safe to stop by his apartment to collect some of their personal effects. Martin and Candy accompanied the couple, just in case. Ronny was relieved to find his door locked, as it should be. He hurried inside, packed his own clothes and toiletries, along with Tanya’s, and hastily left. He double-checked the lock to ensure it was secure. He felt justified in his paranoia. He stayed on high alert all the way to Martin’s apartment.

Ronny and Tanya were surprised by Martin’s substantial collection of mini model vehicles upon entering his domicile. “Wow, Martin, I never knew you were such a fucking nerd,” Ronny scoffed with a smirk. Martin laughed heartily and dropped Candy on the couch.

“My apartment’s much cooler than your lame, basic bitch apartment. Wouldn’t you agree, Tanya?” Martin bantered. Tanya giggled. “Make yourselves comfortable. I’ll start making dinner.”

Ronny sat on the opposite side of the couch from Candy, so as not to loom over her and make her uncomfortable, and set down Tanya beside her. The two tiny woman happily gabbed on with each other while Ronny stayed gloomy and silent. He didn’t know how they could be in such great moods when he was so anxious. He rested his cheek on his fist, tapped his foot, and looked around the apartment, studying his surroundings with his dark eyes.

Martin finished cooking dinner and set the table. Candy and Tanya sat at the tiny human table on top of the Giant table, while Martin and Ronny sat opposite each other. Martin tried to engage Ronny in discussions, but Ronny wasn’t used to holding a conversation and mostly just answered with short responses and grunts as he munched on his food. The two humans had no problem with chatting, and eventually Martin gave up on Ronny and talked with the ladies instead. Ronny had not realized until that point just how much his social skills had deteriorated. He hadn’t been invited to anyone else’s house in ages. He felt uncomfortable and awkward. He was grateful, at least, that Tanya was having a good time.

After dinner, Martin served everyone some ice cream for dessert and then gave his guests a tour of his apartment. He didn’t have a spare bedroom for them to sleep in, so they would have to sleep on the couch in the living room. Ronny and Tanya were fine with this arrangement. Ronny still felt mildly guilty for imposing, especially on his former enemies, but he didn’t say so out loud. Martin turned on the TV, so they could see if there were any updates with the situation with Big Corp and Bucky. As the news sank in, people were calling for arrests of the corrupt politicians and Bucky. Tanya was hopeful.

Ronny’s phone rang. He glanced down at the screen. The number looked familiar, but he didn’t recognize it. “Hello?” he answered.

“Um... is Tanya there?” a female voice timidly asked.

Ronny raised his eyebrows in surprise. He remembered the number and voice now: It was Tanya’s mom. “She’s right here.” He lowered the phone down to his lap, where Tanya was sitting. “It’s for you, Tanya.” She looked up at him, confused, but answered the call.

“Tanya!” her mom shouted frantically. “I just saw the news! Why didn’t you tell me you were on the large side of the city? Are you okay?” Her dad said something indistinct in the background of the call.

Tanya flushed. “Sorry, Mom. I didn’t want you to worry.”

“Well, dang it, girl, now I’m very worried! I see you smothered in blood on the TV, being held by a Giant, and you expect me not to be concerned? Who is that Giant anyway? Are you with him now? Is that who answered the phone?”

“Yeah. About that. Um... he saved my life. We’re actually dating now,” Tanya admitted, wiping her forehead.

Tanya’s mom was a talkative lady, but even she was stunned into silence by this news. Tanya’s dad seized the phone from her. “Let me talk to him,” he growled.

Ronny blinked, but picked up the phone and placed it against his ear. “Hello?” Tanya couldn’t hear the specifics of the conversation, but her dad’s voice sounded stern. Ronny’s face twitched. “Yes sir. Of course.” He blushed slightly. “Never!” He gritted his teeth with tension. “Yes sir. No sir.” A long pause as her dad gave him an earful. “Yes, I promise. Okay. Here’s Tanya.” He returned the phone to his lap with an irritated scowl.

Tanya talked to her parents for a while, ensuring them she was fine. Her parents were chomping at the bit to come see her, but Tanya didn’t want to put them in harm’s way. She couldn’t travel to the small side of the city yet, as the police were still looking to arrest her, and she didn’t want to take that risk. She sighed and rubbed her face once she finally hung up the phone.

“I need a hot shower,” she proclaimed. Candy and Martin were more than happy to accommodate the needs of their cherished guest. Tanya felt better after she cleaned up, but she was exhausted. Once everyone was ready for bed, Candy and Martin retreated into their bedroom and Ronny and Tanya snuggled up together on the couch. Ronny stroked Tanya with his fingers. The familiar feeling of her small weight on his chest, living and breathing, filled him with calm. For now, Tanya was safe. He covered her gently with his hand like a blanket. He needed to do everything in his power to keep her protected.

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How to Create an Interactive Excel Dashboard

Are you striving hard to organize data and make the best management choices? Dashboard software is what you need.

However, to develop and exchange data, most dashboard software demand a premium/paid membership. That is why the Microsoft Excel Dashboard may be a fantastic tool for you.

This dashboard can help you track KPIs, analyzing datasets, and obtaining data-backed perspectives. Ready to get started?

This guide will teach you how to construct an Excel dashboard, the methodologies for making one, and the tools and features available.

Table of Contents:

What Is An Excel Dashboard?

Things To Consider Before Building The Excel Dashboard

The Free Templates in Excel Project Dashboard

How To Create An Excel Dashboard

The Layout of Microsoft Excel Dashboard

Frequently Asked Questions

Conclusion

What Is an Excel Dashboard

An Excel dashboard is a single-page document that assists managers and business executives in tracking key KPIs or indicators.

It helps make decisions based on these data presentations. The software contains a variety of components that aid in the presentation of data, including graphs, figures, tables, and meters. It gives a high-level overview of essential parts of your information to keep stakeholders up to date on the status of your project.

A dashboard is sometimes referred to as a report; yet, not all reports are considered a dashboard.

So what is the difference?

Dashboard vs Report

A report will only gather and display data in one location. It would simply state all pertinent information like figures and facts.

A dashboard, on the other hand, would provide immediate answers to critical issues. For example, which areas are performing better and which items should management prioritize.

Overview:

The Excel Dashboard can be used to provide high-level summaries of huge data sets.

Excel Dashboards provide overviews using dashboard components such as charts, graphics, and tables.

Dashboards make decision-making easier by displaying the most important elements of the information in one window.

Things To Consider Before Building The Excel Dashboard

Excel dashboards are an easy way to put down data. They have a good variety of features and most importantly, are free to create and share with anyone.

However, as soon as you get your hands on material, you might begin working on the dashboard directly. That is probably not the best way to start. Then you will carry the agony of having to redo the dashboard since the objectives were not satisfied.

So what must you keep in mind? When you begin creating an Excel dashboard, you first must answer the following questions:

What is the Dashboard’s Function?

The first step is to collect and put down the data, then clarify what your stakeholder wants. Determine what function the dashboard must do.

Is it necessary to measure KPIs only once or regularly? Is it necessary to measure KPIs for the entire firm or each division?

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Where Do You Get the information?

Always be aware of where the data is coming from and what style it is in. This dramatically impacted the scope, and we spent the majority of our time physically filtering the data.

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It is best not to presume that the stakeholder or client has the most recent versions of Microsoft software.

Sometimes you will need some rewriting because of the IFERROR feature that does not operate in Excel 2003. It is used extensively when creating the dashboard.

The Free Templates in Excel Project DashboardFind a free Excel program management dashboard design. This design includes a flowchart as well as three additional charts for visualizing allocation of resources, open and awaiting activities, and the budget of the project.

There will be a pivot table that shows the percentage of tasks that are in danger for every project.

The design has 2 sections, one for the dashboards and one for the original data. You may enter your project data in the Raw Data page, and the graphics will immediately update.

How To Create An Excel Dashboard (Step By Step)To begin, you must construct the various infographics independently and then organize them in a new spreadsheet. The steps for building an Excel dashboard are outlined below:

Step 1:

When investing heavily in developing Excel dashboards, you should first discuss ideas for the sort of data to include in the dashboards. Plan out the key function you want the display to perform. Do you wish to monitor particular business divisions or the operation of a specific item manufactured by the firm?

Step 2:

Until you can create dashboards in Excel, you must first import the data into the spreadsheet. You may either paste the information or, if you’re using CommCare, make an Excel Link to your exporter.

As information in your software is updated, your Excel dashboards will be adjusted to reflect the most current data. This is an excellent choice if you monitor and process information elsewhere and wish to create a dashboard in Excel.

Step 3:

After you’ve entered your data, you’ll need to arrange your worksheet. Generate 2 to 3 sheets in a new Excel Workbook. You might use one page for your dashboards and another for original data. This will help you arrange your Excel worksheet.

Step 4:

Import or copy and paste your data into the Raw Datasheet. Ascertain that the data is presented in a tabular manner. This indicates that each item or data point is contained within a single cell.

Columns for Timeline, Project Name, Risks, Budget, Team Members, Pending Actions and Open Task can be added.

Step 5:

If necessary, a formula may be used to manually sum all of the numbers in a column. This applies to our Budgeting, Threats, and Planned Actions columns.

Step 6:

Take a little time before creating the dashboard to look through your data. Then you can decide what you want to emphasize.

Is it necessary to show all of the information? What type of narrative are you attempting to convey? Is there anything you have to delete?

Consider the many options available to you once you’ve determined the objective of your dashboard. Among the options are:

Excel tables and Data validation

Auto-shapes and Named ranges

Conditional formatting and Charts

Excel dashboard widgets and Macros

Step 7:

You may now include a Gantt chart to visually display the timeline of your project.

Using a pivot table can help you retrieve and emphasize the most essential information from a huge data collection.

Final Step:

Once you have the pieces of your dashboards in place, you may change the layout, colors, and font. You can also dabble with adding motion if you prefer. The Layout of Microsoft Excel Dashboard During the ideation stage, important dashboard components to include in the layout will be identified. To save money and energy, you can choose to use or update pre-saved designs.

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The user experience of the Microsoft dashboard may be improved by streamlining the navigational panels. One method is to put labels in charts, lists, and frozen panels to reduce scrolling.

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