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"A Soft Kiss Before the Tragedy"
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@the-moth-from-elsewhere you asked and i delivered
Dusk/Dusk Lady belongs to @the-quiet-light
Jessy/Dawn King belongs to @the-rising-dawn
Hollow Circus AU belongs to me (this ver anyhow)
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stargirlfeyre · 1 month
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I don’t think the “Feyre only become High Lady and got her title from Rhysand” people realize that the Dusk Court, yeah the court y’all have been theorizing Nesta is going to rule, already belongs to Rhysand. So if your crack theories are true and Nesta does become High Lady of that court that would mean Rhys gave it to her. He would have handed her that land to rule over because it already belongs to him.
Nesta would literally only get her High Lady title because of him. Either she doesn’t become High Lady (which is likely the case because let’s be real for a second Sjm is not making Cassian a High Lord and she’s not splitting Nessian up either), or she does become High Lady of Dusk and her fans have to cope with the fact that there’s another thing she only has because Rhys was kind enough to grant it her.
Either way I’m going to laugh.
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0lk0s · 4 months
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seeing people drag nesta for giving bryce the mask is crazy lmao
like what was she supposed to do? wait for rhysand to tell her she can do it? because if we imply yalls logic that she endangered the world by her decision, she should have asked every being in that world right?
maybe it wasn't her decision to make, but for sure it wasn't rhysands or ic's... trove answers to her so i would argue she has the most authority to decide
anyways it would be ten times better if bryce actually asked her to go fight😩 bryce saw that nesta is capable of killing asteri, so why wouldn't she ask her to join? from what was established about bryce in this book, it's perfectly in character for her. but whatever ig
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courtjesterrr · 1 month
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Oh! One arrives. Far it walks to find me.
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Did it seek my aid? Or did the path carry it by chance to so pertinant a place?
Character Belongs To @the-moth-from-elsewhere / @the-quiet-light
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whumpshaped · 10 months
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Inject something painful + Stress position for Dusk
after this because it was already a similar concept
tw doll whump (as in human dolls), dehumanisation, death threat, noncon drugging, lady whumper, stress position
Dusk was doing his best and more as he forced his body to stay still. It was like fighting against the instinct to rub his elbow that he’d just banged against a corner, or to open-mouth pant if the bite of food had been too hot. It was like allowing someone to set him on fire and then just standing there, instead of dropping to the floor to roll around and at least attempt to put it out. He couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, but that didn’t seem to bother Grace as she pulled on the rope even more, raising Dusk’s arms further behind his back.
“I think I’m being very generous. Just a couple hours.” 
Dusk swallowed the insults, trying to focus on his breathing instead. Was she really going to leave him there for several hours? In this godforsaken pose? With the drug eating through his system? 
“If I don’t hear a noise from you until then,” she said with a smile, “I’ll let you have it.”
The antidote. 
There was no fucking way he could stay still and quiet for hours. There was no way. “Grace, please–”
“Oh? Already? I haven’t even started the timer yet, I can’t restart it for you.”
“Please, I can’t do it, Grace–”
She grabbed him by the hair, getting more annoyed than amused. “Well, give it a fucking try at least, won’t you?” Dusk’s terrified expression seemed to placate her, because the childish delight creeped back into her smile. “Otherwise, you know I really won’t give it to you! I’ll just watch you die a slow, painful death, strung up like a pig!”
Any other pleas he might’ve had caught in his throat at the threat. The chances of her exaggerating or bluffing were too low for him to risk it. He just snapped his mouth shut, trying to get accustomed to the internal burn of the drug and the external burn of his joints.
“Good,” she murmured, letting go of his hair to gently caress his cheek. “I’ll start the clock.”
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what fear a man like you brings upon a woman like me - Ptolemaea, Ethel Cain
Hemlock Grove / Bones and All / Brain Damage / Monster - Lady Gaga / From Dusk Till Dawn / Hannibal / Wolves
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sparring-spirals · 2 years
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Cradling Fearne in my hands and thinking very hard about how enthusiastically and sincerely she offers up her love. and then thinking about Fearne being left alone and lied to, even with the best of intentions. 90 years to 6. Stacks and stacks of faked postcards. Fearne finding her parents and a new sister in quick succession, only to have it all turn to ashes.
Fearne's sincere affection and trust in others being used against her.
Then thinking about EXU 4 and Evil!Fearne snarling "I've killed you all before", and- Fearne, veritable powerhouse, using all her energy to steal trinkets for her friends and watch them while they sleep and menace them a little but also ask after them when they have nightmares, enquire if they start acting strange. Making the saddest eyes as she bids Dorian farewell. Fearne, losing people, being left, in spite of her best efforts. Because of them?
Fearne, full of love, and power, and how devastating and fucking terrifying it would be to have that wind change course.
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geekynerfherder · 1 year
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Showcasing art from some of my favourite artists, and those that have attracted my attention, in the field of visual arts, including vintage; pulp; pop culture; books and comics; concert posters; fantastical and imaginative realism; classical; contemporary; new contemporary; pop surrealism; conceptual and illustration.
The art of Mike Krome.
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dkniade · 4 months
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The current Archons having twins/(at least) two forms/someone else with same appearance, with a worshipped title and mortal alias/name, is such an interesting trope on identity and I love it
Like, hell yeah you have different names for different occasions and they mean different things, though you’re still you
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simplegenius042 · 5 months
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WIP Roundup
Rules: Post the names of all (or some of) the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPS.
Tagged by @direwombat (than you so much for the tag) to share what I have cooking up in my folder. I'll only share some as there are way too many to fit in one post (...unless... no, begone devil thoughts!). I have four folders, one each for The UnTitledverse, Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters, and some extra stuff that don't belong in the three universes above (includes Wings And Horns and A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore).
Anyway, below the cut is the WIP names (and their respective series they belong to) as well as the people I'm tagging. Just like direwombat (though a little differently), I will be listing them by active, snippets, or shelved. Enjoy!
[P.S I'm about to ruin my exact number of 4,000 posts LOL! Damn who knew I'd get that high]
ACTIVE WIPS (e.g. WIPs that are either published or that I am actively working on)
The UnTitledverse
The Perfect Storm saga -> Jurassic World Before The Storm
Far Cry The Silver Chronicles
The Years In Hope County (FC5)
Silva's Hope (FC5)
Life, Despair & Monsters
One By One, The Towers Crack folder -> Sonya's Push - Jennifer's Story (Love Death + Robots)
SNIPPETS (e.g. WIPs I've only shown through snippets and have been bouncing back and forth between and/or can only publish once another WIP is finished)
The UnTitledverse
The Perfect Storm saga -> A Blast In The Past (original work influenced/inspired by Bendy and the Ink Machine)
Far Cry The Silver Chronicles
A Truce, As Null And Void As Yourself (FC5)
La Última En Pie (Kind of Original Work with references to FC5 and adapted/AU characters from The Masquerade, The Bone Season, Mermaids of Eriana Kwai, The Priory Of The Orange Tree, The Locked Tomb and Rapunzel's Tangled Adventures)
No Snake, Only A Boa In The Garden (FC5)
The True Sinners (FC5)
You're Almost Like Family (FC5)
Life, Despair & Monsters
On Strong Foundations, The Tower Stands folder -> Miraculous Miracles: Tales of Hatter and his Two Buds (Miraculous)
Original Works and Other Series
A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore series -> It's A Matter of Perspective, Really... (FO3)
SHELVED (e.g. WIPs that I've currently put on the shelf as of now until I have the time and motivation to write or WIPs that haunt my dreams)
The UnTitledverse
The Perfect Storm saga -> The Dark Awakening (Original Work inspired/influenced by Bendy and the Ink Machine)
The Omniscience Rule saga -> All Who Remain (The Last Of Us)
The UnTitled Ventures saga -> UnTitled Venture: Village Of Shadows (Resident Evil Village)
Mario: Mother's Boy (Original Work)
Far Cry The Silver Chronicles
Old Dusk (FCND)
Call To Arms (COD: MW)
Ain't It A Joy? (We Happy Few)
No One's Safe At Home (Welcome To The Game)
Far Cry The Judge's Duty AU -> What Are The Chances? (FC5/FCND-ish)
Lady, Running Down To The Riptide (Taken Away To The Dark Side) (FC5 AU influenced by Bioshock Infinite)
Life, Despair & Monsters
Enemies Crawl, Along The Tower's Walls folder -> Word Of Woe - Wednesday Addams' Story (Wednesday)
On Strong Foundations, The Towers Stand folder -> The Thorned Crown Of Iron Thrones - Corvus Targaryen's Story (House Of The Dragon)
Original Works and Other Series
Wings And Horns (Original Work)
A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore series -> The Waters Of Life Flow (FO3).
A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore series -> The House Always Wins (FONV).
A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore series -> A Symbol For A Better World (Our World) (FO4).
A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore series -> Vault Number 76 (FO76).
Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @shallow-gravy @adelaidedrubman @strangefable @strafethesesinners @wrathfulrook @g0dspeeed @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @bitchofedensgate @inafieldofdaisies @softtidesworld @minilev @snake-in-the-garden @afarcryfrommymain @nightbloodbix @derelictheretic @deputyash @deputy-morgan-malone @dephellseed @fourlittleseedlings @cassietrn @chazz-anova @voidika @onehornedbeast @carlosoliveiraa @corvosattano @skoll-sun-eater @neverthesameneveranother and @ladyoriza + anyone else who wants to share their wip list!)
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digimonirl · 5 months
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Can you tell us about your experience in Night Crow? Also have you met Sayo? I heard she is a very popular tamer over there?
Been thinking about helping them out with my BlackAgumon , but would like to have more information.
Sure! I started volunteering with Night Crow when I was about sixteen, back when I was still with my old partner Roxie. We volunteered as receptionists and as tournament staffers! The receptionist work was easy, but really boring; mostly just answering calls and giving people directions. Whenever there was a tournament Roxie and I would work with first time participants, explaining the rules to them and offering to spar if anyone wanted to.
Sadly, I never met Sayo. They joined a little after I left to join a smaller Union, but I hear they're really nice! Hope this helps friend!
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shadowgasp · 2 years
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Imogen reading Dusk’s mind and them having zero thoughts, Chetney somehow knowing Dusk is wanting to kill the Calloways, Dusk IMMEDIATELY telling Fearne and breaking down crying over it, the table’s reaction, Dusk asking Fearne, “what if your parents don’t trust me, either??” planting the seed so when her parents DONT trust her, Fearne takes Dusk’s side, and then oRYM READING THE LIPS OF EACH OF THOSE CONVERSATIONS??????!!!2):&-/)/$18-)/?:?’
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simplysparrow14 · 2 years
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I know that we’re all recovering from 10d12 emotional damage from EXU:Calamity, but I can’t stop thinking about the crumbs and the questions left behind by Lady Elmenore.
Like, I know Matt is saving her for C3 with Fearne, but I’m sorry, you cannot drop this:
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and expect me to not want to know more
Like, what do you mean the fey and the fiends have a written contract??? When did this come about???
When did The nine hells give the matriarch of the seelie court an old rotting contract???
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What does this have to do with Fearne???
When did Loquacious’ version of Elmenore—kind, soft spoken, understanding of his need to die within the calamity—turn into Fearne’s version of Elmenore—vile, unloving, refusing to let fearne not return home???
Is Fearne half-infernal??? Is this why she know infernal as a second language???
Were/are her parents infernal demons??? Is her father a demon??? Her mother???
Is this some kind of Montague and Capulet situation where the two realms have an outstanding feud that is kept in balance by a contract???
Is this a Jester Lavorre thing? Half-satyr half-infernal demon???
Is this why Fearne is a wildfire Druid??? Wildfires are characterized as being destructive but also replenishable. A parent from untamable growth fey realm and a parent from distructive nine hells would literally breed a child with potent wildfire abilities.
Where does Morrigan come into this???
Did Elmenore try to use Fearne’s abilities within her court under the suddgestion of the nightmare king???
Did Morrigan steal Fearne away from Elmenore because of it???
Where does Aeor come into this????
Where does the nightmare king come into this???
Where does Morrighan Ferus and Dusk come into this???
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laymedowntorest · 4 months
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DUSK AND DAWN HEADCANONS OR RIOT 🔥🔥🔥 (if u wanna :> If not then let this just be a message that wishes u a good day and sends good vibes)
Hell yeah rioting fuck the maannnn
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Because of your tags before, yes Dusk will let oversimulated adults come and have a rest. It's very quiet in the room, very cozy and peaceful, making it a good nap or relaxation area
I imagine she and S/M have a good cop bad cop routine. Dusk is good cop, Moon is bad cop, Sun is like a neutral ground
I like to imagine she and S/M have been "married" several times because kids pffft
Fantastic with babies! There's really no need for it in the end but it's programmed in-
Dawn is a pure security guard. She rarely if ever interacts with the kids, especially since her claws are so sharp
Also she's quite awkward with kids lmao
I don't know if it's been noticed before but I don't tend to draw a mouth on her. It's to try and suggest she's not much of a talker. Talks even less then Dusk who doesn't talk much to begin with lmao
She can purr
Bonus fact for both; I've always believed the two can combine, like Sun and Moon does to create Eclipse, except theirs is due to their personalities getting stuck during a switch. If I recall, I named that form Twilight
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ninjastormhawkkat · 5 months
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Shadow Phoenix - The Main Organizations - Part 2
The solar knight thought he had won, but his victory would mark the end of the Council of Daylight. The knight's protege, his future successor, betrayed him and the council. The young man gave all of the Council of Daylight's secrets and weaknesses to the successor of Lady Reaper, Lord Vexation. Some say the solar knight's protege betrayed the council as he became corrupted by the rest of the Coven of The Rising Moon in revenge and retaliation for the death of their former leader. Some say he was tricked by the coven into giving the information to them, some say that the young man had formed a bond with the human that the solar knight killed, and he betrayed the council out of anger and revenge towards the solar knight. A few still whisper to this day that the protege had fallen in love with Lord Vexation, even before he succeeded Lady Reaper after her death. Either way, the damage was done, the solar knight's protege lead the Coven of The Rising Moon in one last battle against the Council of Daylight. He beheaded the solar knight and along with Lord Vexation, they and the coven eliminated nearly every member of the council. Only one family survived and fled into hiding, taking over as heads of the Council of Daylight later on. The protege became known as the Knight of Dusk. He took his old friend’s dream of establishing peace and created the foundation for the FCPU and did his best to keep his friend’s legacy and dream alive. Next we get to the description of the organizations and character bios. @dualnaturedscientist @melodythebunny
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whumpshaped · 10 months
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Safekeeping
Dollhouse Masterlist
tw doll whump (as in human dolls), sensory deprivation, lady whumpee and lady whumper, restrained, tied together, captivity, talk of implied nsfw and noncon and forced intimacy, emotional whump
Grace hadn’t given up on the idea of making Dusk and Ginger a couple. The whole thing made both of them sick to their stomach, but protesting rarely got them anywhere in the haunted dollhouse. The threats of more amputation and more drugs started rolling in early, and Dusk tried to keep up with Ginger’s insistence at not complying. 
It was absolutely terrifying. He had no idea how she managed to keep responding with snark and cynicism in the face of being told, ‘I could saw off both your arms and both your legs, then attach little puppet limbs.’ When the two of them got tied to each other and thrown into the dark room on a ‘blind date’, he decided that was a good time to start pleading with her. 
“Listen to me, please– she’s not gonna stop until we do this thing. I don’t even know what she really wants–”
“I’m not even going to hold your fucking hand, Dusk.” 
“You want to get out of here, don’t you?” he asked desperately. “You want to get out, and you want to get back to normal life. Think of how much easier an escape would be if you still had your legs. This is suicide.”
“I have values in life!” she screamed, and Dusk could tell that she knew he was right. It wasn’t an easy pill to swallow. Even saying the words himself took tremendous effort; hearing them from someone else would’ve made him flip the same way. All of them had spent so much time trying to deny that Grace had complete control over their life now. They all wanted to pretend that fighting back was an option, and that if they did it consistently, those vivid pictures Grace had painted simply wouldn’t ever become reality. 
No one liked to say the quiet part out loud, the one they had all subconsciously internalised already. It was a miserable reality. It was disheartening to know that all their efforts would just hurt them in the end, and to no avail. It was all just delaying the inevitable.
“She won’t stop,” he whispered. “She just won’t. She tied us up with our backs together this time, fully clothed. But you can imagine how it could get much worse than that. She could also just feed us those drugs, the ones that make you… you know.”
“Aphrodisiacs.” 
“Those.” 
There was a moment of pause between them, with not even Ginger kicking and cussing. “You really think we can get out one day?” she whispered back. They both knew that the whole place was bugged, and speaking quietly probably did nothing to help their case; the microphones were most likely sewn into their custom doll clothes. Still, it made them feel a little safer, and false beliefs of security were the only things they had in this place. 
“I… I don’t know. I want to think that we can.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
“I know.”
Ginger shifted, and if he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought he heard her sniffle. “And for that… for– for that– potential, hypothetical escape… we need our limbs,” she choked out.
Dusk’s heart broke for her. This whole situation was so messed up. “Ideally… we’d have them, yes.”
Another pause, longer this time. Ginger wept quietly, and Dusk wished he could’ve said something to make it better. He wished he could’ve done something to fix it, to get them both out, to get them all out, so no one had to suffer any more than they already had. But he couldn’t. The most he could do was pretend he didn’t hear it, so she wouldn’t get embarrassed and angry.
“Maybe she just wants tea parties,” he offered eventually. “Who acts out… stuff like that with dolls? We can survive a kiss, right?”
Ginger hummed in agreement. “We can survive a kiss,” she repeated, her voice dead and hollow. “We can survive one. Or two. We can survive anything, can’t we?”
Dusk swallowed. “I’m sorry, Ginger. Neither– neither of us wants this. Any of this. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Her robotic reassurances did nothing to ease his guilty-conscience, even if it was the most she’d ever given him. He felt like an accomplice, helping Grace make her deranged little fantasies come true by convincing the other dolls to comply. Even if he knew that this was all for survival’s sake, all because he didn’t want to see her body be replaced bit by bit until she had no choice but to go along with any and everything, he felt like he was in the wrong. He felt disgusting.
“I wish I could do something,” he muttered. “Anything.”
“Can you do something for me, then?”
He raised his head, slightly turning to the side, as if he could catch a glimpse of her face in the darkness. “Yeah?”
“Can you remember my name for me?” she asked softly. “I’d rather get rid of it entirely before…” She trailed off, audibly swallowing her tears. “I don’t want to go into this with that in mind. I’d like you to safekeep it for me, until we can get out. I don’t– I don’t want it… tainted and…”
“I get it,” he interrupted gently. 
“I want you to give it back when we get out. I want–” Her voice broke, and she had to take a moment to get herself together. “If we get out– when we get out, I want you to give my name back. And tell me I’m really her. I, I want you to grab me by the shoulders, look me in the eye, and tell me it’s over, and that I can be her again.”
Dusk wanted nothing more than to do that. “I will.”
Ginger spent a few minutes working up to it. Dusk waited patiently, staring into the pitch black nothingness in front of him, wondering whether the name was going to come as a surprise, or it’d be something that felt like he’d known it all his life. And when she finally uttered the word, quietly, voice barely above a whisper, he took it and buried it deep enough that Grace would never be able to reach it. One day they were going to dig it up together, with the same shovel they would’ve used to kill Grace beforehand.
“I can just be Ginger now.” Her voice was somehow lighter now. Dusk couldn’t imagine how long she’d held onto this defiant little secret without telling anyone. How many nights she must’ve spent repeating it to herself, trying not to lose her identity in a place that was designed to snatch it away from her. “Stupid, empty-headed Ginger, the doll.”
Dusk tilted his head back, leaning it against hers. There were no words of comfort powerful enough to make it all go away. But sometimes they got a fleeting chance to offer some relief through actions like this, actions that weren’t performed on command. And when she let out a soft sigh, Dusk got the feeling that these gestures were equally cherished by all of them, despite what some tried to make this little world believe.
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