Anon, I love you so much. Thank you for sending your story in. I have so many follow up questions. I have ZERO idea if people would be safe and comfortable seeing it if I posted it normally, so it's going down here under a readmore:
From Anon:
"So, when I was nine my Dad got super sick. He ended up mostly fine, bit braindamaged, missing a chunk of leg, no problem. This story starts after he woke up from his unexplained three week coma. He had a massive leg infection and so the medical staff left his leg's skin...just off? Like, his upper thigh was just open to the elements so that the pump they kept on it could continuously remove puss. I'm struggling to describe it because one day before school I walked in unannounced and apparently the nurse had just stepped out, because the blanket was gone and the pump was removed and so little baby me who came by to steal my dad's hospital hot cocoa was confronted with just, open, skinned, pussy leg muscles. My mother grabbed me so fast it felt like I was in a car and someone slammed the breaks. Still better than the time I saw my dad's large intestines."
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Guys guys guys !!!!!! Just picture it.
Bad ending Kuras with this theme.
Imagine...
Kuras slowly revealing his true form to you, wings after wings coming from now what has become a blinding source of light. Too many tearing eyes watching you with what could be described as melancholy. His soft voice echoes through the air, yet his look translates a certain fatality you didn't even consider.
"It is useless, MC. Your apologies came belated."
You feel your body, no, your entire being, your soul crushed with unsufferable anguish. Pure terror runs under your skin, He can't hurt you… he can't, right ?
"Stay still."
His words come adding a weight to you, you're stuck to the ground, unable to move nor talk. You can only raise your gaze to peer at what ressembles his face. The eyes you meet are far too familiar, golden tears flowing from them. He doesn't even try to blink.
It is too late.
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Things I discussed with my show-only friend tonight:
RJ's bdsm *thing*
Whether Rand was playing Lanfear or Lanfear was playing Rand
Lanfear was def playing Rand
How she wished that Rand been playing 4d chess and asked to see Tam instead of Egwene because she loves Tam and wanted him and Rand to see each oyher again
Also to protect Egwene from Lanfear because my friend could already tell that Lanfear is a danger to anyone Rand romantically loves
How much she wanted Egwene to burst through the a'dam's power and burn Renna to a crisp during the tree burning scene
She can never remember Ingtar's name and kind of thought it was Earl but that sounded wrong so she calls him Pretty Eyes
She's been suspicious of Elayne ever since she was introduced but now she's pretty sure Elayne isn't a darkfriend
How brutal everything was with Ryma
She thinks that Mat should've just told Rand why he couldn't go with him and I told said it wouldn't be WoT if characters actually communicated
Everything that haopened with Ryma was brutal and she wants Egwene to break free and burn the Seanchan to the ground
We both agree Madeleine Madden deserves ALL of the awards
I love her reactions it's so much fun seeing things through the eyes of someone who hasn't read the books
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So I've been in a bit of a blocked headspace recently, and when Jambee retweeted that one pic- of Jack looking at himself basically- I got struck with an idea.
I figured it was gonna be about 300 words but here we are about 743 words later, haha! Hope ya'll enjoy!
(Idr how to read more on mobile, whoops, hope this doesnt clog up too much space!)
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Mirrors.
There was nothing worse, honestly.
He'd been glad his Sunshine just assumed he couldn't see his reflection since they couldn't. Lying to them is something he wouldn't have had it in him to do, although he certainly didn't want to tell them the truth either.
He could see his reflection.
Although reflections were supposed to show yourself, were they not?
He couldn't tell which one of them was the real him.
The real him...
Who was the real him?
Surely this was, wasn't it?
Blue hair, red face paint, primary colored clothing and a chipper tune.
But if this truely was him, then why didn't his reflection, well, reflect that?
Brown hair, tired eyes, and those tattoos he eventually wished he'd never gotten.
None of that was him, no. At least, not anymore. It was quite clear when he looked down at himself and saw that he was how he wanted to be.
So why was he the one staring back at him? Why did his reflection not reflect him?!
Is this not good enough?
Sunny Day Jack was perfect.
Perfect bod, perfect friend, perfect at keeping his life together, perfect lover-
He could go on about how perfect he was.
It was quite the struggle to get here, so why shouldn't he feel a little bit proud about how perfect he'd become?
Yet here I am, still like this.
Sure his past may be a bit more... Imperfect. But we all make mistakes at some point! As long as we learn from them and do better, that's what matters most. That's how one becomes perfect.
The perfect spouse, the perfect defender, the perfect caregiver, the perfect actor-
There was a gunshot, and then...
He was perfect for the role, because he was the role! Nobody embodied Sunny Day Jack better than he, for he was THE Sunny Day Jack!
...
Was
...
It's clear he's not too happy with himself. With who he was. He tried so hard to change, to be perfect- for everyone else's sake! Say the right things, don't do the wrong things, and bury, bury, bury, bury, BURY everything that wasn't relevant to his new life anymore.
He tried so d- so HARD to make sure everything would be perfect and yet...
The reality he was a ghost had not escaped him.
His Sunshine was the only one who could see him, hear him, touch him...
If being unseen and unheard and unfelt by the world at large wasn't the qualities of a ghost, then what was it?
He cherished the bond he had with his beloved Sunshine. They gave him reprieve from that torment, proved that perhaps God had heard his prayers and sent someone to save him-
Saving that wouldn't need done if it wasn't for-
A gloved hand rested on the mirror. His reflection looked like it was crying. Was he crying too? He couldn't tell.
And quite frankly, the anger beginning to bubble up didn't care.
If it wasn't for a couple stupid mistakes, this mess wouldn't have ever been a thing! Why couldn't you have just stopped and thought about things for once in your life?! Maybe actually thought about the future and what you could have done to help it?! No, no no no no no! Making a statement right then and there was all that mattered. Yes, nothing truly important mattered until you had already messed everything up, and left it to a different, actually mature version of yourself to fix-
"Jaaack? Where aaaare youuuu?~"
A familiar voice carried from the bedroom.
It snapped Jack out of his thoughts and he froze, a fist he did not realize he had raised mere inches from shattering the mirror. His reflection stared back him, hollow and desperate.
He looked away, embarrassed. Slowly, he lowered his arms and relaxed his grip.
What a silly reaction, shattering a mirror wouldn't do anything but-
-but bury things yet again.
Perhaps it best some things stay buried.
"I'm in the living room Sunspot!~"
His voice rang out, matching his beloved's sing-song tune.
Already he was doing his best to forget what almost transpired. Moving quickly to the couch and plastering on his signature smile, his mind took heed and moved onto more important matters.
Such as looking up to see his bright little ray of Sunshine emerging from the hallway with a blanket in one hand and a dvd in the other.
"Movie night?"
He patted the open spot next to him.
"I'd love nothing more."
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