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senseichaos · 4 months

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IMAGINE...

FULL LENGTH IMAGINE!!

Alastor is low-key a psychopathic sadist in this so you've been warned

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Alastor predator / prey play.

In episode 3 you can see his room which half of is a forest-swamp-like interior. But what if it was a forest?

"Alright dear.. I'm going to ask you to run into this forest," he begins, teeth so largely grinning you can see his gums poking in it. His eyes glow darkly and he leans in slightly closer "And I'll chase after you, and when I catch you.."

His scleras turn a black and his horns begin to grow. You shiver, shirnking away from him as he speaks. His words come out distorted, a thin crackling accompanying them:

"I'll delight in your body, no matter if you scream and cry.. I'll tear every piece of innocence from your pliant figure many times until you admit that I own every piece of you.." he trails a single claw down my chin, causing you to gulp. His eyes send you into a sort of trance, their deep red shine making your knees weak.

"Sound good, my fawn?" He asks, eyes softening as he brushes his hands through your locks.

You nod. You shouldn't have. But you did.

And then he lets go of you, smiling manically as you shiver under his gaze. Alastor licks his lips, black tongue poking from his lips. You cry beneath your breath, already feeling a sort of terror go though your body even though he hasn't commanded you yet.

And then he does

"Run" he growls, and you're off.

You run despite your shaky legs and aching feet. You jump over logs and rake yourself through bushes. You don't once look behind you, and Alastor doesn't seem close by, anyway. So you take a sharp turn, almost tripping in the process as you run in that direction; I hope that this decision means that he'll be far behind. Perhaps you could even find a place to hide.

A sudden rustling comes from a bush to your left, and this stupidity causes you to look towards it as you run; with this uncaring look comes a consequence: you trip over a root on the swampy forest floor, making your body shoot forward and fall into the grass. You cough rather loudly, shaking your face as you attempt to get up.

Ouch.

Fuck. Your ankle is twisted to shit. How are you supposed to run? You look around wearily, dragging yourself across the ground by your arms to try to find any sort of hiding place in this barren wasteland of trees and small bushes.

Then your ears catch a noise.

It's stomping. You hear stomping.

"Little fawn? Come out for daddy.." Alastor says, walking nearby.

You feel a terror shoot from my body, and you shuffle away as fast as you can. To get behind anything. You see his silhouette to your left, so with a determination you crawl (or rather shimmy) behind the nearby bush.

Fuck, the bush rustles as your body passes by it, and Alastor is now looking in your direction completely. From his silhouette you can see that he isn't in his regular form. No. He has those large deer horns poking from his head, and his upper body is larger as is the rest of his body.

And there's that glow. That glow of his red irises and Yellow smile as he looks. As he looks in your direction. As he looks in your eyes.

You are suddenly appreciative that Alastor isn't in his full demon form. Or he may rip you shreds by his claws. He doesn't stalk towards you yet. He just smiles wider, not breaking his eye contact whatsoever as he just stands.

But before you could even pry yourself from his gaze, he's running.

You scream, trying to stand but your ankle buckles beneath you; this makes you fall on your chest as you glance wearily backwards. Just as you glance backwards, he's on top of you.

You scream rips through the air again, feeling searing pain go through you as he rips your clothes up to shreds. He doesn't care for the fact his claws leave scratches and marks against your back, all he cares for is ruining that innocence you harbour. When you whimper he aggressively pushes you down so your face hits the ground and your arms lay splayed next to you, laughing to himself as he tears your panties off of your mound harshly. He flips you over again, wanting to see your dirty face after it's been shoved into the ground.

"Little fawn.. how drenched you are~" Alastor purrs, dragging a clawed finger through your wetness. The sharpness of it just barely stimulates your clit, causing you to moan as you attempt to close your legs. Alastor doesn't like that. As soon as he sees you attempt this he forces his hands around your thighs, pushing them open until you cry out in pain from the force.

"Don't test me, little fawn.." He growls, his gums showing from his manic smile. It makes you aroused in a way you can't describe. For a moment he looks at your ankle, which is bruised from the fall you took. What you didn't expect is for him to grin at this, before shifting his eyes back to your own teary ones.

"you seemed to have twisted your ankle my dear!" He leans down his nose barely brushing against your own as his claws dig into your plush thighs. "That means you can't run away.. how convenient for me," Alastor growls, finally moving one of his hands from your thigh so he can wrap his hands around your neck, forcing you to tilt your head backwards. This gives him the opportunity to bite into the area where your neck meets your shoulder.

First he just licked the area with his black tongue, causing you to shiver at the way his gaunt body leans over you. Then he barely nibbles the area, making you squirm in a way that Alastor doesn't like. He digs his claws further into your thigh as a punishment.

And then without warning, he bites down, his teeth sinking completely into your shoulder. You scream out, tears falling down your cheeks as you shake from the sheer pain of it all. When he starts to withdraw his teeth you scream again, sobbing loudly as the pain shoots through your entire body.

When he fully withdraws, he just smiles, admiring his work. Blood pours from the wound quickly, and you could feel yourself losing a lot of blood.

Thankfully, Alastor loves you enough to not kill you. So he withdraws his hands from your neck and clicks his fingers, the blood moving back into your body before a bandage appears on it.

"Can't have my fawn bleed out, can i? What would Charlie say!?" He laughs, his black sclera darkening as he wipes away your tears. You whimper like a dog, lower lip wobbling as you open your eyes. You and Alastor just stare into each other's eyes for a moment, taking in each other and each other's flaws. He is smiling, you are crying.

What you fail to notice in this moment is Alastor unbuckling his pants, pulling his cock from the confines of his boxers and pants so his tip barely kisses against your entrance. When you notice this you whimper, trying to draw yourself away from him. Though Alastor just pulls you back by your twisted ankle, causing you to gasp in pain from the way he does it.

"Little fawn, there is no use in running away from me," he tilts his head, licking his lips as he presses the tip of his cock flush at your entrance. "You've been caught already, my dear!" He laughs, and without warning plunging his cock into your entrance.

You scream his name, moving your hands to cover your mouth. Alastor laughs, his black tentacles appearing from the ground to pry your hands from your mouth, holding them down. "It's much more fun when I can hear you scream for me, isn't it dear?" He laughs, drawing his hips back before thrusting harshly into your core again. You moan, teary eyes rolling backwards with a sort of agonizing pleasure.

"How tight you are, Little fawn," He says, pushing your thighs into your chest so he has better access to your holes. Each thrust he gives you makes you moan loudly, though Alastor doesn't even so much as grunt. He just grins as he watches your innocence leave you with a prideful gaze.

"S'too much! Fuck!" You yell, feeling his tip brush against your cervix painfully. Though Alastor only laughs, closing his eyes and laughing as he speeds up his thrusts. The tentacles around your arms tighten as you attempt to move them, Alastor's brows furrowing with his laughter.

You couldn't even understand his motive anymore. Is he enjoying having you beneath him? To the point where he humors it?

"Oh, how funny you are my little fawn," He says, moving one of his left hand from your thigh to wipe away a tear of laughter. As he puts his hand back on your thigh he tilts his head, speaking: "But I already said I don't care if you want to stop,"

"You already agreed to this, didn't you?" He says, and you scream with a painful pleasure.

"You wanted this."

His thrusts become manic in pace and you can't help but give up on moving. He's in complete control of you now. He's in control of your feelings, he's in control of your thoughts, he's in control of your body, he's in control of your pleasure. He owns you now. And there's nothing you can do but take it.

You'd take anything he'd give you.

With a whimper and a sob you cum on his cock, walls clamping around his length as he bites his lip. He watches your face the entire time, a snarky and prideful look on his features as you come loose around him.

Once you finish, here comes that horrible overstimulation that makes you gasp for air. How has he not came yet? You had no answer.

"My little fawn, too bad I cannot breed you. I guess this will just have to do.." he says, serving you one last harsh thrust as he empties his load inside of you. And he cums a lot, like- a lot a lot. You can feel your stomach bulging every so slightly with his cum as he leans down, kissing your cheek.

"Oh thank God," you sigh, happy that the sex is finally over.

"God!? Ha!" He laughs pulling out of you.

You begin to sit up, but Alastor's tentacles hold you down. He tuts, grinning as he presses his cock head against your anus.

"Who said we were done, Little Fawn?

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phantasmiac · 2 years

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au where reader is the typical civilian housing and feeding dabi like a stray cat in most fics but in this au the phoenix quirk theory is canon and dabi “dies” but not really because he’s annoying and refuses to give the reader peace. continued here and here.

tw/cw: spoilers for people who haven’t read chapter 290, no pronouns or gender mentioned, mental health, i am writing this at 4 am i swear this imagine is better in my head

wc: 1.3k

the battle between dabi and shouto ends with a pile of ashes. in the end, shouto couldn’t save his brother. touya realized he was in over his head, that his plans for revenge would always be a manic fantasy; but he’d sooner die than let his little brother come out as a hero. so as his final act, his flames burn the hottest they had since that day up on that mountain, and where he once stood lies a pile of ashes.

shouto is heartbroken and (ironically) defeated, but the war gives him no time to grieve. his friends are still struggling to fight their separate battles, and he doesn’t need any more deaths on his hands. the battlefield is cleared. dabi is dead. most of the public is thrilled; one less psychopath terrorizing the country.

what no one knows is that dabi touya, on a now abandoned battlefield, has somehow found himself butt ass naked, alive and in tact, no staples necessary. suddenly he’s 16 and woken up in a hospital bed again, confused and shaken. but this time, he has some idea of where he is and what just happened. after trying to process everything and putting pieces together, he makes a run for it.

you, on the other hand, find out about his death on the news a day later, and it breaks you. the last time you saw touya he’d been cruel. crueler than usual, insults more vile than in any other argument you’d ever had about him not needing you. he tore you apart like you were the most insignificant thing in the world. you knew he didn’t mean any of it, that he still believed you were in anyway buying his bullshit nonchalant persona. and you know he wanted to make you hate him, and you’d be a little silly to give into it. but he the things he spewed at you were awful, almost unforgivable.

almost. you still felt like someone had tore your heart from your chest when you heard the news. became nauseous at the realization that you would never see your pathetic excuse of a love ever again. for weeks you grieved, numb and lifeless, as if you had died with him. a part of you had, you realized, and it scared you. it scared you how much you needed him, and how he still managed to dictate the state of your being even in death. it wasn’t healthy. so in an impulsive and maybe even manic decision, you ran.

you crossed borders to escape the memories of him. you work to build yourself back up in a new place. you get a new place, a new job, start socializing, put your time and energy into hobbies and volunteer work. you haven’t completely gotten over him. you have the occasional one night stands, go on a few set up dates for the hell of it. you’re not ready yet. but things are looking bright and you know that eventually, you will be.

what you don’t know is that in the country you’d abandoned, touya has been trying to get used to the feeling of anonymity, while still maintaining his cautious nature. after weeks of roaming the streets, he’d gone back to your apartment, ready to renounce his goals, beg for your forgiveness, and commit himself to you, only to find nothing. not a single trace of you or the time he had spent there.

and so began his new goal: to find you. when everything finally began to settle, he reached out to as many people as he could. sketchy but useful people he’d met over the years, under a new guise; people who could help him find the route back to you. over the course of the year, he began getting warmer and warmer. and eventually, he found you.

at first, he watched you from a distance, observing the patterns of your new life, waiting for the right time to approach you. there were no signs that you had moved on romantically. he knew it was twisted and cruel to take pride in the fact, but he relished in it anyway (had someone been in the picture, he would have backed away. with the greatest reluctance of his life, but he would have, for you).

and then one day, he decided it was time. in his usual fashion, he invited himself into your home in accordance to your schedule (when he decided to look for you, he vowed to leave the crime behind, but these were special circumstances!). and as he waited, he looked through the life you had built within the walls of the building, without him. he knew that looking for you was selfish, but now, standing here, he became more aware of the fact than ever.

you come home and immediately feel something is off. years of a certain unexpected visitor has trained you to recognize even the slightest signs of a presence in your home. you hear a floorboard slightly creak, and immediately reach for the nearest heavy object, which just has to be the laptop sitting on the coffee table in the living room. you choose life over the laptop, and slowly approach the turn of the hallway.

another creak. you hold your breath. in the back of your mind, you wish whoever was breaking into your home was someone familiar. a stupid thought to have, especially now when your laptop is the only thing protecting you from an imminent death, and it isn’t even all that sturdy.

you don’t think for another second when a dark figure becomes more apparent in the corner of your eye, and you swat directly at it. the figure falls to the ground, and you wait to express any gratitude to the universe for later, choosing to continue your assault while the burglar is still down, still with your laptop (somehow still in tact) as if he were a pesky fly on the wall.

the person lets out oofs and grunts before they’ve had enough, managing to get out an it’s me

and your stomach flips, because for a second he sounded identical to him. you think you must not be getting as better as you thought you were, seeing as you’re mourning touya to the point of delusions in the middle of a break in. maybe you need to up the therapy sessions.

you push those thoughts aside and put a foot up to the persons chest before stopping your attack in order to give them a proper look. this time, your heart stops. because the voice was one thing, and wow what are the odds that this guy has white hair? but now you’ve looked into his eyes and those blue orbs are unmistakable. you’ve looked into them countless times, whether it be with love, hate, sadness, and everything in between. you’ve pleaded with those eyes over and over again and you’ve seen them in your dreams, a haunt that you haven’t been able to shake off.

“touya?” you manage to croak out. the tightening of your throat might actually kill you. you blink your tears away a few times, just to make sure that what you’re seeing doesn’t disappear and reveal some hallucination that you’re having. “is it…. is it actually you?”

he’s looking back at you, a softness and… hesitance in his gaze. he seems afraid. an emotion you’ve only seen from him during times where he would tremble in your arms. he would never explain the reason for his sudden panic, but you could tell always tell he was reliving something. but this was different. this was real time fear. fear of rejection.

after a moment of silence, he gave a slow nod.

“yeah. it’s me.”

and with that, everything you worked for meant nothing. you are back to square one, hopelessly and pathetically in love with touya.

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visaviae · 3 months

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The Great Escape

I've read an unreasonable amount of Worm Fanfiction. About 289 fanfics - all of which I've categorized and rated on this spreadsheet here. A more insane way to put that is that I've read 2.32% of Wormfic, discluding smut.

The Great Escape by ColossalMistake is my favorite Wormfic bar none.

I'm a sucker for some cover art, and it starts off with some awesome cover art by owl_hat, whose stuff you can find here. There's a ton of character just put into the designs - from how ratty Acidbath looks, the joy on String Theory's face, the mundacity of Teacher or the slightly haunting gaze of Glaistig Uaine.

The short of the premise is that after Echidna, after Alexandria, the Birdcage has a breakout, and Eidolon tries to recapture all the villains. The fic does a perfect bead on Eidolon's characterization. He's not evil, but he's not a good person. He's a little arrogant and egotistical - but he's earned the right to be. And at the end of the day, the only thing he cares about is helping people.

I stared those sins dead in the eye every morning, every time I was too slow to save someone or too weak to help in the ways that mattered.

Throughout the fic, he uses dozens of powers. They range from things that he feels are useless, or potent powers but ones that aren't potent enough. He's constantly reminiscing about his glory days, about when he used to be stronger - about when he used to be *better.* Honestly? The powers are interesting enough that I should compile a list of them one day.

The first chapter starts off a little calm. David is ruminating over the events of the Echidna and Alexandria incidents - fresh wounds for him, isolated from some of the only people he can call friends. He's ruined. His allies don't trust him, he's not on speaking terms with Legend, he's put at arms-length by Cauldron to be reserved for the final battle.

“You’re a monster, David, plain and simple. We might have to work with you against the Endbringers, but you don’t have any friends here. Not anymore.”

The Great Escape scratches an itch for an Eidolon headcanon I have - that before his powers started dimming, and even after, he acted something like Scion. Flying around the world, helping as many people as can in as many ways as he could. Becoming less a person, and more the mask - more Eidolon.

Away went David, and out came Eidolon.

The chapter continues into something a little more manic as the news of the Birdcage breakout - well, breaks out. There's this sort of building tension with each name that's been dropped, starting from more niche characters to Black Kaze, to people who had little showings of strength like Gavel, all while surrounded by this sort of *blur* of motion as things are breaking down. Snowstorm, satellite issues, frantic responses.

And then it culminates with a line.

“Confirmation from Dragon, Glaistig Uaine’s free!” An air of finality settled over the room as the last picture slid onto screen. A blonde child, her mouth twisted in the mimicry of a smile. I could have sworn that her eyes were peering into mine, despite the photo being two decades old. “It’s not a breach. It’s…all of them. Loose.” I didn’t spare Young Buck a glance, but his bravado appeared to have fled. As the din in the room rose to a fever pitch, I remained silent. I’d asked for another chance to be useful. A second chance to help as many people as possible before they put me on a shelf, a relic to be laughed at before the end of the world. God had answered. Now it was my turn.

I'll talk briefly about the second chapter, too. It's a lengthy interlude that shows a series of snips from the POV of the escapees. Each of them running through the wilderness, plotting and planning. The standout three are Gavel, Black Kaze, and Glaistig Uaine - showing three facets of insanity. The more sadistic and psychopathic kind from Gavel, the more hallucinatory and manic from Kaze - and once again, the chapter comes to a close with the Faerie Queen. A more deluded, a more inhuman form of madness.

But one that she can most certainly back up.

As it stands, there are three sorts arcs. I'll post a line from each that I think encapsulates it all.

First, there's Eidolon struggling with String Theory - delving into his powers and how he feels like a shadow of what he once was. Put into a position that he's intimately familiar with - high stakes, something that only he can do.

But this time, he's not enough.

Then the weapon shattered, its only shot arcing up into the sky. And I didn’t know how to stop it.

Next, there's Pastor and Gavel. This focuses more on how Cauldron has been treating him, keeping him at arms-length, while still giving him a chance to be *useful,* even if he's not recognized for being useful. But Pastor is the more interesting half. We see a glimpse of the earlier days, when Hero was alive and Cauldron was in its infancy - we see a fascinating OC who perverts something that Eidolon holds sacred. His religious background. In Eidolon's own words, he perverts Christian beliefs - and vilifies *him.*

I looked back at Pastor, still with the smile on his face, not in the least bit upset by my actions. Eidolon, the ideal that I was supposed to be, meant so much to so many different people. In here, the man in green was a monster of biblical proportions.

The third arc is unfinished. It focuses on Amp - an OC who's an incredible foil to Eidolon. She's naive, idealistic. She raises complex questions and presents simple answers contrasted to the more jaded Eidolon. She had built up an image of him in her mind as someone who couldn't do wrong - and seeing what her own hero has become, and how she betters him because of that makes my heart soar.

“It isn’t a question of strength,” I said. Every branch of the Elite, from strategic outposts to nerve centres like this one, I could tear them apart root and stem. “Its a question of practicality.” They would doubtlessly lose, but there would be nothing to fill the subsequent vacuum. So they remained. A cancer propping up the west coast.

I love Worm, and I love Eidolon. This fic pays respect to both in a way that I adore. Please go ahead and read it. 7/7.

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flutterskies-hd · 11 days

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BO(U)ND - PART 1

Chapter. 1

Fluttershy is about as normal as anyone could be as a disabled 9-year-old girl with low vision and physical scarring all over her body, it’d earned her weird looks, but it was nothing compared to the loneliness she felt when her first friend moved away in 2nd grade. In 3rd grade, she’d had no friends at all, instead she opted to spend recess latching to anyone she could, but they never liked her, she was far too “jumpy”.

Home wasn’t much better; during the weeks she stayed with her mother, a manic-depressive psychopath who did nothing but waste money on expensive clothing instead of food, her mother was a leach, even to Fluttershy. Her Mother used her constantly for venting and always tried to force her to cry. When Fluttershy wouldn’t cry, her mother would resolve to say she’s a bad mother, knowing that always got to her and made her cry.

Starting her 5th grade year’s first week, Fluttershy was simply happy to be seeing her friends again on this Friday morning and this time, even made a new friend, a girl named AJ. AJ was a year older than her, quiet and reserved, preferring to draw and watch anime rather than going anywhere but AJ loved her family a lot, so Fluttershy understood why she’d want to be home so much. She breathed in the calm September air once off the bus and went to the wall where AJ stood, though it was a small school building, she enjoyed this school much more than the one she had no friends in, that was large and scary.

“Good morning.” It took AJ a second to grasp that she was being spoken to, “Morning.” she said flatly and the two girls rounded the corner, Fluttershy sat and AJ crouched across from her, the gravel was warm on Fluttershy’s thighs and the sun beating down on her face was relaxing but then she moved to her knees, “Wanna talk about anime?” She asked, since Fluttershy was trying more now to get into anime, she figured AJ would be a good person to get the basics from, “Sure,” AJ said, Fluttershy could never figure her out, who she was or what her motives were, though she didn’t have much time to guess. “Can I talk with you guys?” A girl appeared, making Fluttershy crane her neck, ‘A new friend!’ she thought, standing to meet the gaze of the tall girl with long rainbow coloured hair which Fluttershy thought was so pretty.

“I’m Fluttershy!” She took the tall girl's hand, who nervously shook it, her hand was wonderfully soft and pale, the touch made Fluttershy hesitate to pull her off hand from the other girl. “What’s your name?” The tall girl looked flustered and a little scared as she pulled her hand away, “Rain...” Fluttershy didn’t catch the last of her mumbling, “Uh, what was that?” The girl just mumbled again but she no longer needed her to say it, “Rainbow Dash!” another girl shouted, and Rainbow Dash groaned, seemingly losing her shy and quiet personality in an instant. “Who’s that?” Fluttershy asked, in the distance, she could barely see the girl who came running before her attention was snatched by Rainbow Dash running off.

Fluttershy turned and almost took off with her but quickly checked in with AJ, “You okay if I go?” she asked quickly, earning a shrug from AJ. She ran, following Rainbow to the corner, a dead end with a chain link fence greeted them both. “That’s Gilda.” Rainbow Dash answered her, “She thinks she’s my friend because I know nobody else here.” she scoffs, “It’s fucking stupid.” Fluttershy was shocked, she’d never heard that language from anyone but adults. “You swear?” she asked in disbelief and Rainbow nodded, hands on her hips. “Yeah? If anyone tries to get me in trouble for it, I just lie and say I didn’t do it,” she said proudly, she was only seeming more intriguing and cooler by the second, “That or I just say I said something different.” She shrugs, the bell rings for morning classes to start. Fluttershy follows obediently behind her, watches her brush off Gilda when she tries to speak then, they enter the school. “This is my class.” Rainbow mentions.

“Will I see you at recess?”

“I... guess?”

The two girls parted ways in the hallway. Fluttershy didn’t pay attention all throughout her morning classes, she was much too focused on Rainbow Dash, she liked that name, her face, how soft her skin was, she liked how edgy and cool she appeared, her disregard for rules and authority was so appealing to the young girl, she hoped so much that they’d see each other again at recess and that she wouldn’t lose track of her like she did at the old school with so many people. She wouldn’t let it happen again.

By recess, Fluttershy changed her shoes and ran outside, finding Rainbow Dash looking lost. “Rainbow Dash, right?” The taller girl turned to face the younger, “Yeah...” Rainbow scratched her arm, “So what things do you like?” Fluttershy asked, walking with Rainbow Dash toward a long dirt path filled with pebbles and slightly larger rocks. Rainbow clicked her tongue, “Have you ever heard of the Wonderbolts?” she asks, Fluttershy wracks her brain but shakes her head, “Well, it’s awesome,” Rainbow begins, “They’re a band and my favourite member is Surprise, I have a massive crush,” Fluttershy thought that was a strange name for a boy, “...on her. Though she’s super underrated.” Rainbow finished. “She?” Fluttershy asked, “Yeah, she. I’m a lesbian.”

Lesbian was a word that Fluttershy had only heard once or twice when her mother made strange comments about women who seemed intimate with other women. “I like girls.” Rainbow narrowed it down, “Actually, just Surprise but you get what I mean.” Fluttershy thought to herself, on one hand she’d gotten Rainbow Dash to open to her and on the other, Fluttershy was starting to question how she felt when she first saw Rainbow Dash. “I think you’d like Blaze.” Fluttershy committed the name of the band and the member to memory for later when she’d be at her grandmother’s place. It wasn’t long for the bell signaling the end of the 20-minute break was up and afternoon classes began. Once insisde to take off her shoes, Fluttershy mumbled some analytics to herself, “If she likes girls...and I’m a girl and I like her, maybe she might like me too.” The thought of it made her sick in a good way. As usual, she didn’t pay the slightest attention in class, focused solely on her new friend’s interests.

By the time Fluttershy had got off the bus and toward her grandmother’s house, she greeted her dad and her grandma, she grabbed her tablet that her dad kept, right away she searched for the band on YouTube. She listened to one song, then another, trying to get used to the music. There were all sorts of genres to pick from that the band sang, there seemed to be no consistency with a lead singer which made it easy to enjoy each individual member. Fluttershy listened to the music until she had to sleep, excited for school again to see Rainbow Dash.

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the-paper-monkey · 4 months

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You are so right Tom Ripley is what you would get if you put Draco Malfoy and Tom Riddle in a blender lmao a well seasoned taco if you will 🌮

Sorry to bring the 1999 film to you awareness…I’ve almost finished the series and am debating checking out the film but the vibes seem a little off. Is it at all worth watching? It seems weirdly sappy and generally off brand for the source material

Tl;dr a bad adaptation but a... good film? According to people that aren't massive haters (ie. NOT me).

TALENTED MR RIPLEY SPOILERS FORTHCOMING

It's... the kind of film that is good if you're watching it without having read (and liked) the source material. Sort of like Kubric's The Shining. A lot of people enjoyed it, including people who have read the book, so bear that in mind. I tend to have extremely strong opinions on most things so you may still enjoy it but I loathed it lol. Brevity is not my strength so this is going to be long, sry.

You can read the following quote from the director and see if you want to see an adaptation of Ripley by someone with this opinion:

A legitimate gripe that fans of the novel might voice is that I entirely missed the point of the book, because the book celebrates an amoral central character who gets away with murder and doesn't seem to suffer for it. And part of the fun of the novel is that he doesn't seem to care. [...] You know that he'll have no remorse about killing other people to get what he wants. And there's a kind of glee in seeing him do it. But it's not a glee that I wanted to transform into the film, partly because of the nature of the way you experience film. But, if that's my technical position, it's also my moral position. I don't want to tell a story about a man who gets away with murder and doesn't care. It doesn't interest me.

Minghella

Sorry, but WHY did you adapt RIPLEY if that was how you felt about the source material. Tom is a deeply sensitive, emotional person, but also a stone-cold psychopath who not only doesn't feel remorse—bar brief moments of clarity—but also believes he's entirely morally justified in his crimes.

Minghella's adaptation manages to be both less progressive and less nuanced than the 1955 book, despite being made almost half a century later. It is also less true to the essence of the book than the French 1960 adaptation, Plein Soleil, despite that film being beholden to the standards and censorship of the mid-20th century. Minghella's film is, I think, a great demonstration of why the American audience on the whole never 'got' Highsmith. She was always far more popular in Europe and I do believe that is because your standard American audience couldn't handle the moral ambiguity of her books.

There's a lot you can read into with TTMR but, to me, the book has always primarily been about class, not sexuality. It has more in common with a film like Parasite than Brokeback Mountain or Maurice. Tom is the American Dream taken to its perverse extreme—a ruthless, ambitious, dishonest character who will do anything to get ahead in a world stacked against him. The class element is near completely erased from the Minghella film, with the focus instead on Dickie as some sort of manic pixie dream girl who Tom stumbles into the thrall of and becomes infatuated and obsessed with to the point of snapping and killing him when he rejects Tom's feelings. Yes, Minghella managed to play into every homophobic stereotype out there by depicting Tom as an explicitly homosexual character and... a violent incel who can't take a hint.

In contrast, book Dickie is stunningly mediocre to the point of being an embarrassment to Tom, far from Jude Law's character. If anything, Tom is the one who brings excitement into Dickie's life . Minghella's Ripley is a shy, ungainly nerd; Highsmith's Ripley has his clumsy moments—certainly never managed to win Marge over lol—but is a capable, charismatic and driven person in his own right.

E Shannon's paper 'Where was the sex?' does a better job of discussing the altered interpretation of Ripley than I can. I've linked SciHub as it's locked behind institution login on JSTOR.

Highsmith certainly explores sexuality with great sophistication, but ultimately sexuality remains subtext in the novel, while it dominates the film. To pursue its concerns, Minghella's film revises the novel's characters and invents others, all with the aim of redefining Tom Ripley for a Hollywood audience. Minghella's Tom is first and foremost a gay man besieged by a hostile, straight world and only secondarily an American social climber on the hunt in Europe. Ironically, Minghella's focus on Tom's "taboo" homosexuality leads to a story that is less-not more-subversive than Highsmith's, whose critique of American ideas of class is lost to the film's paradoxically conventional sexual conflicts. In fact, in one sense, the film altogether inverts the sexual context of the novel. Where the novel uses Tom's sexuality to critique contemporary ideas of class, the film uses Tom's class to critique contemporary ideas of sexuality. Highsmith's Tom Ripley is a diabolical "culmination of the American success ethic" (Cochran 162), while Minghella's Tom Ripley is a misunderstood casualty of sexual bigotry and provincialism and a victim of his own frustrated sexual desire.

And also:

Minghella's audience is encouraged to criticize the monolithic presence of the "straight culture" and sympathize with Tom's dilemma, while Highsmith's readers are asked to consider aspects of culture beyond gay or straight sexual identity. For Minghella, Tom is either gay or straight. Either Dickie loves Tom or he loves Marge. The complex, sometimes asexual relationships of the 1950s novel are replaced with the simpler, blunter sexual truths of 1990s Hollywood, where "homosexual" is becoming almost as normalized as "heterosexual."

They also make a good point about Dickie being arguably closer implied to being a closeted gay man than Tom, which is actually quite a depressing thought. You can understand why he chooses estrangement from his family with that interpretation. Also, his assertion that Tom is in love with Dickie's material possessions, rather than him as a person is something I agree with. Tom doesn't miss Dickie after he dies, because he views Dickie as the sum of his parts—those being his signet ring, his fancy watches, his shiny cufflinks and his nice shoes. Again, deranged <3

Ultimately, I don't believe that even the shadow of a character like Ripley can be adapted to the screen. Dostoevsky being a major influence of Highsmith's is no surprise. Tom reads a lot like one of his rambling, neurotic characters, his inner dialogue being his most critical, defining feature, and not one that can be brought to the screen. Still, Minghella doesn't even try lol. I hate it.

#minghella - ie. 1999's puriteen #“how can i make a film about a guy who doesn't feel bad abt committing murder?? :(((”#- man who signed on to make film about a guy who doesn't feel bad abt committing murder #asks #anon #the talented mr ripley #long post #sorry but if we're talking sexuality... tom ripley is asexual #i could elaborate on that but feel like im getting off-topic lol

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charlie-rain-0 · 1 year

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🖤chronic pessimist🖤

"tori" says becky "you look a little bit like you want kill yourself"

"it’s funny because it’s true"

it’ my favorit manically depressed psychopath on the aroace spectrum girl

[this drawing is basically a christmas present for my friend elle (@frog-worm-spring) she gave me permission to post it here]

#alice oseman #solitaire by alice oseman #solitaire alice oseman #solitaire book #solitaire #osemanverse #tori spring #victoria spring #nick and charlie #charlie spring #heartstopper #heartstopper fanart #tori spring fanart #fanart

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sensitivebish26 · 2 years

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Yandere! Chef Saltbaker x reader:

Pt 4

A/N: I’m so sorry this took me longer than expected to finish up. Life turned out to be a little busy lately too ;P but I hope you guys end up enjoying this just as much as I enjoyed writing it! I had way too much fun with this I-

Also remember how I drew wholesome Saltbaker? Yeah that’s the opposite of this story <3

Links to parts 1&2, 3

Explaining AU first:

//TW//: talks about death and suicide

So in this AU: death is odd when it comes to this universe. Your soul is still existing if you died through accidental causes (i.e. dealing with the devil can be considered, accidental tragedies like car wrecks, robberies, etc.) and your soul exists in the astral plane if you die from natural causes (old age, sickness, etc.)

If you fully and intentionally kill yourself, your soul may cease to exist (like hanging, mutualating yourself, shooting yourself, jumping off a cliff/bridge, etc). Using magic can also cease your soul to exist if it’s executed into persons death (magic is rare in this AU and the reason Saltbaker even has any findings and knowledge of it is through learning new ingredients to cook with. He stumbled upon it one time while looking for ingredients in a shady market off the islands)

Got it? Good! Enjoy!!

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//CW//: MATURE [18+], DEATH, LEMON/SMUT, DLC SPOILERS

Recap:

As you took a second to regain your composure, you looked up at Cuphead and see his eyes widen.

"(Y/N)!!" Before you had the chance to react, you felt a large hand wrap around your figure.

"Well, well... what do we have here?~"

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You were waiting to be squished to your death but surprisingly, Saltbaker's large grasp was fairly gentle. The psychopathic chef held you up to his large stature with an even larger sadistic smile.

"You know, Cuphead is right, my darling. You shouldn't be down here, you'll get yourself hurt. Luckily, I know a place where I can keep you safe." Saltbaker cooed to you in the same flirty voice as before. This made you feel a complete mix of emotions from flustered and flattered, to betrayed and confused. He noticed this and let out a deep chuckle.

"I know exactly where to put you for now" Saltbaker headed towards the back of the underground kitchen, completely ignoring the cups. When he gave you his attention, it was as if the rest of the world faded away around you guys. He opened the caged door and gently tossed you inside. You rolled a little before stopping quickly and looking back to the large chef. He blew you a kiss before slamming the door shut. You ran to the door, wrapping your hands around the bars.

"Saltbaker... why? Why are you doing this?! Is the Wondertart really worth hurting your friends over for??" You tried pleading to the chef who was still giving you his attention. He didn't say anything as he turned around to walk away.

"You'll understand in due time, my sweetness." Saltbaker went back to battling Chalice and Mugman. They were both exhausted from fighting all those sentient ingredients and trying to deal with Saltbaker himself. Their fights usually never last this long either. Soon, with one final blow, the manic chef knocked the two cups off the table and onto the floor. Chalice was rendered unconscious as Mugman's handle cracked off.

Ignoring his pain, he ran over to the also cracked cup, "Chalice! Wake up! Please!"

Just then, the large chef grabbed the two and placed them each into separate jars, identical to Cuphead's glass imprisonment. As he set down all the jars next to each other, Saltbaker then shrunk back down to his original size. Still large, but no longer near the size to crumble his bakery down. ((Get it? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))) His sadistic grin reappeared as he began to hum to himself and started getting his kitchen ready for baking.

"Now, I can finally finish my greatest creation, the Wondertart! All I need left is the most important ingredient... you." Saltbaker grabbed the jar containing a scared Cuphead. He positioned the tube on top of the jar over his batter as he sprinkled some magic. The tube then began to suck Cuphead out of the glass jar and into the batter. He began to scream in agony as he was sucked out, bit by bit.

"CUPHEAD!!" You, Mugman, and Chalice, who finally regained consciousness, screamed out for your friend. Tears streamed down your face as you held your hands over your mouth. Cuphead... he's actually dying... you've heard of souls ceasing to exist if given the right circumstances, but you've never seen it for yourself. Mugman banged on the glass while he was sobbing as well. His poor fists looked red and sore from hitting them against the glass. Chalice was crouching with her head in her knees, her body shaking from fear and from crying. Saltbaker just continued humming evilly as he started mixing the batter up with a whisk. He was unphased by the fact that he killed Inkwell Isle's lovably hated cup brother, Cuphead. Chalice lifted her head up before yelling out to Saltbaker.

"What's wrong with you?! How could you actually kill someone! You're worse than the devil himself! ...you were like a father to me..." she began crying again as Saltbaker just looked at her with annoyance.

"Sorry you're that easy to dupe, stupid girl. I never cared for you. I just wanted a way to get to the astral plane, and you were the perfect candidate! Ahahahaha!!" The crazy chef just laughed maniacally as he went back to working on the Wondertart.

"You... betrayed us all?" Chalice asked sorrowfully.

"Ah, ah, ah! I didn't betray everyone, just you bratty cups. I would never betray my (y/n) like that~" Saltbaker said as he turned to you. You just looked at him with a disgusted expression.

"No... you did betray me, when you betrayed them! How could you?! We all looked up to you, we adored you, we... y-you're a monster!" He stopped his baking as you called him that. He began to walk over to you, frowning, but he also looked like his heart just broke in two.

"Sweetie, please don't call me that. It hurts me to know that you think of me like that. But it's just going to be us from now, though. We can't deal with any more distractions," Saltbaker walked back over to the table as he picked up a pan and slid it into the oven, "and these cups are a major distraction." He slammed the oven closed before proceeding to clean up his kitchen. Once he finished, he walked back over to your cage. He opened it and blocked the entrance with himself so you wouldn't be able to run away. As he tried to approach you, you just backed away in fear. Saltbaker just exhaled before giving you a soft look.

"I know you cared for Cuphead, but I promise I won't harm you in any way. Your safety is my priority, too." He reached his hand out for yours, begging for your embrace, but you just backed away further into the corner of the cell. Your eyes locked as you noticed his were back to normal, but with the look of need in his sad eyes. As much as you yourself ached to jump into his embrace, you just couldn't. He murdered your friend, for crying out loud! You started to cry again as a massive wave of mixed emotions consumed you. Saltbaker took this opportunity to approach you once more, this time with success. He wrapped his arms around you and began to whisper comforting words. You didn't hug back as you kept your face buried in your hands, you didn't want to, but soon you caved in. After everything that just happened, you needed some form of comfort... even if it was from him. You slowly melted into his embrace as you hesitatingly hugged him back. Saltbaker picked you up bridal style as he walked out of the dungeon and right past the kitchen. Mugman and Chalice were yelling for you, but you couldn't fully understand what they were trying to say. As Saltbaker was still comforting you with his words, the world really seemed to disappear when it was just the two of you. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you realized the chef brought you to a bedroom. From the looks of all the cooking certificates, plaques and medals hanging on the walls, it was probably his bedroom. He sat you down on the bed and went over to lock the door. Your eyes widened as you watched him. What was he planning on doing to you? He walked back over to the bed and stood right in front of you, his eyes were back to yellow with the rings around them. He tilted your head up with his finger, before leaning in for a kiss. You were caught off guard and scooted farther down the bed, but Saltbaker just gave a slight chuckle from this.

"It's ok, (y/n). I meant what I said earlier," he slowly climbed on the bed and on top of you, "your safety is my priority. Along with making sure you're just as happy and pleased~" he crashed his lips with yours as his hands snaked their way from your hips, to waist, to under your shirt, and finally under your bra. You slightly gasped in the kiss as he began to play with your breasts, squeezing your nipples until they felt tender. Saltbaker pulled away from the kiss, allowing you to catch your breath. He noticed you were blushing and gave a deep chuckle, before slowly lifting your shirt off you. He soon unlatched your bra and you quickly covered yourself. Saltbaker grabbed your hands and held them above your head.

"No reason to be shy, my love. You're perfect to me." He swiftly took off his handkerchief and used it to tie your wrists together. He then started leaning down and sucking on your nipples. Your face felt warm from blushing as your tied hands grabbed at the pillow your head was resting on, arching your back a little from the pleasure. You tried to stifle your moans before Saltbaker suddenly stopped. He let out another deep chuckle before going down to unbutton your pants and sliding them off. You were now only left in your underwear before Saltbaker reached down. You gave a slight gasp as he slid his hand in your underwear, rubbing your area with his large fingers. You start to squirm from the pleasure of being teased, but just as soon as he started, he stopped. He let out a deep, yet quiet, laugh while you panted from the teasing. He loved the way you easily succumbed to his touch. As badly as he wanted to rip all of his clothes off and let lust fully take over, he still had the Wondertart to finish.

"I'll be right back, my sweetheart. I still have the oven on. I will only be a minute." The chef said as he got up from the bed. When he closed the door on his way out, you were soon left alone with just your thoughts. The lust you felt soon vanished as guilt came on. Your eyes started to tear up again. Why are you enjoying this? What is wrong with you?! He just killed Cuphead! Why does he only care for you? You only knew the bastard for less than two weeks! You began to sob uncontrollably as you laid on your side and curled into a ball.

Not long later, Chef Saltbaker walks back in and sees you curled up and crying. He went and laid down behind you in a spooning position as you just ignored his presence. His hands slithered their way around you before he pulled you into him, resting his head in your (h/l), (h/c) hair. For being made of glass, he was surprisingly so soft and warm to the touch. You didn't care though, for you felt as though someone shot a bullet through your chest. The agony of this entire situation made you want to just... disappear. You felt yourself going numb as no tears formed anymore. Hell, you couldn't even feel Saltbaker cuddling you anymore either, yet you could still hear him as he began to whisper in your ear.

"I'm so sorry you had to see any of that, honey. I shouldn't have kept you there for the whole ordeal. You didn't need to see the death of your friend. I know he was special to you, but you have me now. You'll always have me. It's going to all be ok." He flipped you over to face him, the look of sorrow covered his face when he saw your tear stained face. He cupped your face with his hands as he began to gently place kisses all over. You just closed your eyes and kept crying some more, feelings consuming you once more. You soon stopped crying and ultimately felt relaxed with Saltbaker, even though he just committed a terrible crime. You couldn't help but giggle a little as he kept placing kisses all over your face, butterflies swarming in your stomach from the attention he gave you. He pulled his head back as he grinned.

"There's my baby's smile. Please don't cry anymore, it's breaking my heart to see you like this." You didn't know exactly what to say to him, so you just kept silent. He kissed your lips and once you kissed him back, he slowly trailed his way down your body with his kisses. You bit your lip as he kept kissing from your neck, to your chest, your stomach, and finally down to your underwear. He slowly slid them off before sitting up on his knees. He reached down and started rubbing your area, but this time he slid a finger in. You gasped and let out a small moan as he slowly started to move his finger in and out of you. Soon, he picked up the pace as your eyes rolled back instinctively from the pleasure. Saltbaker just grinned in satisfaction as he watched your reaction. His eyes were also back to the sadistic yellow, he felt as though he was starting to grow hungry for you. Seeing you moan and squirm from the pleasure you're receiving from him made his cock throb in his pants. He couldn't take it, he wanted- no, needed you. He slid his finger out and started to take off his clothes. When he removed his pants, his large cock popped right out, already dripping with pre-cum. You didn't think it would be so big with his body size, but boy, were you wrong. He positioned himself in front of your entrance as he spread your legs open and rested them on his shoulders.

"Are you ready, my sweet (y/n)? This might hurt a little." Saltbaker waited for your permission before slowly sliding himself in, causing you to wince from being stretched out. He stood still until you felt comfortable with him inside you, nodding for him to continue. A moan escaped from you as he started moving his hips, slowly picking up the speed in a rhythmic motion. You began to grind your hips against his as you both were enjoying the immense pleasure building up quickly. Soon, Saltbaker grabbed your waist as he started to thrust deep into you. This caused you to yelp out from how big he was, but you couldn't help but enjoy it nonetheless.

"S-S-Saltbaker.. f-fuck, keep going please!" You moaned. He gave a large and sadistic grin as he heard you moan his name, that alone made him feel even more feral for you. He pulled himself out of you as he flipped you over with ease. He held your head down by grabbing your hair roughly before sliding back in. This time, he didn't hold back. He just started pounding into you roughly, more aggressive than prior. You couldn't help but just moan out over and over with each thrust. As large as his cock was in you, it felt amazing! You felt his hand trail down to your clit as he began to rub it. The intense amount of pleasure he was giving you was driving you crazy as you moaned even louder.

"You like that, huh? Fuck, you're such a little slut. My little slut and only mine. You're all mine forever, (y/n)~" with one last thrust, Saltbaker slammed himself in you, causing you both to moan each other's names as you both finished. He pulled out as he watched with satisfaction, his essence dripping out of your hole. You were quivering from the intense pleasure he gave you, your body still getting over from finishing. He chuckled deeply before untying your wrists and laying down on the bed next to you. You were still panting, but laid yourself in the large Chef's arms before you soon fell asleep. Chef Saltbaker just held you while you slept, the sound of your steady breathing calming him as he closed his eyes and began to sleep as well.

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Thank you for reading <3

#cuphead #cuphead dlc #cuphead delicious last course #chef saltbaker #chef saltbaker x reader #yandere #18+ content #I can’t believe I wrote this lmaooo #enjoy you simps like me <3

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nozomi-akamivt · 1 year

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Scalpels and Paintbrushes || Chishiya Shuntarô x Reader

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When a freelance artist travels to Japan to rekindle her passion for art and her life, she finds herself in a whole other predicament. Dangerous games, dangerous people, a dangerous world with dangerous rules. She’s alone, fending for herself, until she meets a disoriented medical student that will bring her comfort but might bring more difficulties and heartbreak aswell.

Chapter 8: Strangers

Shuntarô Chishiya

The guy I fell for in this God forsaken world.

The one that left.

That motherfucker-

"YOU HAVE FOUR CARDS WE NEEDED! You're a good one aren't ya girlie? And now because of you here we are, four steps closer to freedom!"

Hatter shakes my shoulders and myself, with the four cards in hand, hard enough to make me nauseous as he giddily laughs. But as he does so he looks confused and touches my right arm and the left sleeve of my trench coat to compare. So I take off the garment and due to my tank top the man can clearly see my left arm or lack of one.

"What? Got you stumped?"

His shock and confusion turn into manical laughter as he goes to cross the cards on the giant board at the end of the room.

"You got humor! I like that."

"Self-pity a-mound-s to nothing in this world."

I hear snorts from people all around, a few giggles and a choke from Chishiya. I turn to Niragi and see him hiding behind his rifle and smirk back at Hatter who, as always, flamboyantly walks back.

"Well little miss, what's your reason for wanting to be a part of our utopia?"

"I have sworn to myself I'd protect others, it'd be easier to do so that actually contains people to protect."

"Oh we got a hero over here. They don't exist sweetheart, so you better get your mind out of the gutter."

I turn towards the stoic woman with sunglasses.

"I didn't say I was or wanted to be one did I? No, I just don't have anything to return to, so I better help those that do. And even if they don't, at least I don't want them to die alone. This world is cruel enough for us to be cruel amongst ourselves other than in games in which we are pitted against each other."

I get up from my seat and face Chishiya as I utter the words "die alone". Pouring salt into the injury as I turn towards the boss.

"This is an organisation, there must be rules then."

"Yes, only three:

One! Always wear a bathing suit, harder to hide weapons in them.

Two! Live your life the way you want it! Drugs, sex, booze, we have it all! So live it up before you die.

Three. Death to all traitors, conspirators, and people who keep cards from me."

This man changed from a manic excentric to a murderous psychopath as he uttered the third rule. He's probably lost it, but we all would one day or the other, I guess being the allmighty boss of the only civilized org in the world got to him. And as my stump started itching I realized I had one question.

"Should we shake on it?"

I shake my amputated limb and his curious face turns to hysteric as he laughs and gives me my bracelet, containing the key to my room.

"Welcome to The Beach! Enjoy your stay!"

And that was it, I nodded my farewells to all in the room, not bothering to give Chishiya a look. If I waited for him for eight months he could very well give me a little chase. And as I passed the doors I heard two sets of footsteps behind me, one running and the other keeping its distance, it was obvious who was who.

Niragi put his right hand on my shoulder as he insisted he guided me to my room. I shake his hand off of me but follow him still, hearing him be as exuberant as always, like a brat that got what he wanted for his birthday. When people looked too hard he'd threaten them, and to that I had my own answer.

"What the fuck?"

"You didn't hear what I say back there? You threaten someone in front of me again and it won't be the back of your knees that I kick Niragi."

"I'd normally be angry, you're lucky you're hot."

"You're lucky you're armed."

He snickers and leans against the wall next to what I can see is my room. I thank him for leading me and quickly shoo him away. A cat that was too curious was lurking nearby and I wanted to rest a bit before he came pouncing.

So closing the door behind me I rush towards the bathroom connected to my room, twisted the knobs on the bathtub and held back a gasp.

Hot water

"Yeah, that's about the only good thing around here."

I groan and set the water to a temperature I feel would suit my first bath in a year.

"I couldn't be alone for five minutes could I?"

"Why were you talking to Niragi?"

"Why are you interested?"

"Why are you acting like a child?"

"Why are you acting like a self-righteous asshole?"

I hear a sigh and a thump which turns into a russling and then a second thump, he had let himself hit the wall and sit on the ground. Probably out of frustration, good for him.

I start to undress, my dirty clothes of no use to me anymore as I set them in the bin. The one piece bathing suit, which could hardly be called that as it was more lingerie than anything, picked by niragi was set on the sink next to the bathtub. And once the water was high enough in the tub, I turned it off and shed the last of my clothing as I finally layed in the warm water, feeling my doubts and fatigue rub off a bit.

"Why don't you talk? Shouldn't you be sad? Angry maybe?"

Oh, the fatigue is back actually.

"I stopped being sad after two months Goldylocks. And I am angry. I just see no point in talking to you that's all."

"Don't you want answers?"

"With how you're acting you'll give them to me."

"Maybe."

And with that I look at him, scowling at his gall. He leaves, never calls, and once he sees me again he keeps acting like a...like a-

"You act like a petulant child Chishiya."

"And you finally looked at me. No matter how you changed, you always were the more emotional out of the two of us."

He smiles, a tight lipped smile that seems to hide something else. But what? Frustration? Or maybe relief? Both?

"And you're still an ass."

"Did it hurt when I left?"

"Scratch that, you're worse than ever."

He chuckles. Leaning his head against the wall. And I sigh, leaning mine against the edge of the bathtub.

And it was all there was for a while, the noises of both our breathing. The muffled music and yells from outside. The clock in my room. The drops of water from my hair falling into the bath.

inhale

click

exhale

drop

inhale

click

exhale

drop

click

silence

"It did."

I hear the shuffling of clothes, looking up to the sink, the metal of the tap shows he he turned to look at me. And in turn I look at the ceilling.

"It did hurt Shuntarô. Like hell, and it still does, even more now that you're here."

Silence again, but this one was shorter, a pregnant pause.

"I needed to cut you off, for both of our good."

Hand gripping the edge of the tub, the water was getting cold.

"Who were you to make that decision in my place? To put words in my mouth? Ideas in my head?"

"Someone who cared too much."

"For themselves. You stopped yourself so by all means continue."

"I wanted to call, I did. Everyday I willed myself not to, and it was killing me to admit it that you'd be better off without me."

"And you without me? It's more about this isn't it Chishiya. There's still a lot you're not telling me, spit it out."

"My walkie talkie got destroyed in a game, I thought it'd be better if I never called back at all. You were a weakness I couldn't afford in this game and I still can't. So I left for good, I saw you you know, but each time I'd change places with someone else to not be with you. I couldn't look at you, not anymore."

"Then leave."

"What?"

"You cut me off without talking about it to me after I got my arm exploded, and now you call me a weakness and say you saw me but avoided me? You said it was because you cared too much, but it was just because the feeling of caring for someone was too much of a hinderance to you wasn't it."

"Yes. And it seems my actions helped you get stronger."

"You didn't do shit Chishiya so stop patting yourself on the back!"

I yell as I stand up, cold and shaking of anger, my sobs barely contained inside of my exposed scarred body, showing Chishiya how much I endured after he left.

"I'm done with you. You're an egotistical maniac and honestly, with the shit you pulled and how fine you seem to be with it? You're no better than your fucking parents. Now go and shove your savior complex up your ass before I decide to maim you, and don't think I won't do it."

His eyes widened slightly as his body tensed, he turned around slowly and as he walked away he left one last look over his shoulder and the door of the room opened and closed as silently as the breeze.

It was as if nothing had even happened at all.

The bath was red with blood, it contrasted to the man that just exited my world for good. It was a contrast, how we were then and how we are now. Just like the blood red and white.

The change was an unwelcome one. I used to think I'd run into his arms and he'd embrace me back. I used to think of how beautiful he was and how safe I felt with him.

Things have changed.

I am a hinderance to him, always have been. And so I laugh, it was stupid really, what good would come out of a love blooming in a world where everything is ripped to shreds?

And so I sob,

what good would come out of a love blooming in a sea of corpses?

"(y/n) you're there, I caught Niragi and asked him where your room was I hope you dont mind!"

I heard Kuina say as she knocked.

"I was taking a bath, please come in, let me just get dressed!"

I yell as I pull the bathtub plug and wipe my tears. Drying my body as quickly as I could I tried to figure how to put the swimsuit on as it was akin to a spiderweb to this point.

"Sorry I took time, this swimsuit can barely be called one."

Kuina was laying on her back looking at the ceiling from my bed and turned on her stomach, looking me up and down with a smirk.

"Niragi picked it for you?"

"..Yeahhhhh."

"Ew."

"You caught my drift. What did you need Kuina?"

She kicked her legs in the air, munching on the candy of her fake cigarette.

"I wondered if you'd like to eat with me and a friend of mine! He's already down there in the mess hall!"

"Sure, why not. It's been a long time since I ate something I didn't make."

"Why's that?"

"I hunt and grow veggies, so I cook what I hunt and grow. It beats the hell out of konbini shelf stable food, but I'd still kill for a good ole greasy fast food."

"Tell me about it!"

And we talked more and more, making our way to the base floor and to the mess hall. Kuina was kind, but she was also very honest and strong without lacking empathy. Unfortunately I couldn't get attached- I'm starting to sound like him don't I?

"Hey."

Shit.

"Hello."

"(y/n) this is Chishiya, Chishiya this is (y/n)!"

"We are well aware."

"You two know each other?"

"Not really, we're pretty much strangers. I saw him around though."

I say, sitting down and looking at the young man who narrows his eyes at me.

"Oh that's cool, you can learn more about each other then!"

Kuina doesn't get social cues. Got it.

"Welp, Imma go get some food, you two get to know each other!"

No, no don't lea- and she left.

Double shit.

"You do the shit you've done to me to her and I'm castrating you."

"As bad as my parents huh."

He repeats my words from earlier and I look at him, he is pensive, he looks almost irritated.

"I told you nothing about them."

"It's easy to decypher that they weren't good people when we know you enough Shuntarô. And yeah, I appologize, I was harsh. But did it give you a wake up call or do you need to chase after me long enough to see how it is to be in my shoes to realize what you've done?"

"I know what I have done."

"I know, I just want you to realize the feelings involved behind that whole thing. Feelings are a hinderance to you Chishiya, but you didn't have to trample mine."

He sighs and leans on the table, I do the same and look in his eyes.

"I loved you, the least thing you could have done was let me down slowly."

"You don't anymore?"

"What?"

"Love me."

"I don't know. I did what I believe you have done, I pushed them aside and locked them, then threw away the key and ran as far as I could. I've been used and abandonned to many times to let someone get away another time. I'm sorry but it has to be you.

From now on you're a stranger to me Chishiya Shuntarô."

And with this Kuina came back and fake smiles were exchanged, I went to serve myself food and we talked, small talk, just like strangers would.

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AND THIS IS THE NEW CHAPTER! I know, I know, I'm generous, I mean two days in a row?!?! But I have so many ideas! Here he is back with his reasons, or are they really true to what he feels? There is tension and there is agression but also the smell of something bittersweet in the air. The next chapter today (i know two in a day?!) will enter more into the life at The Beach and the tensions and moments between Chishiya and Reader. I believe the tenth chapter will be when I start the canon story and include it in the fic so keep your eyes peeled for it!.

#shuntaro chishiya x reader #shuntarou chishiya #chishiya shuntarou #chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya fluff #x fem!reader #x female reader #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya alice in borderland #imawa no kuni no alice #arisu alice in borderland #alice in borderland #scalpels and paintbrushes

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The Shire Is Burning - Chapter 4.

Summary: Trying to navigate problems like growing up as a teen in the 80s in a new town can be tough enough without taking things like being on the run for faulty murder charges, alternate dimensions, and a psychopath with powers that’s hellbent on revenge into account. Can Lilith do enough to help her new friends save everyone from Vecna? Or at the very least… just one person?

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Original Female Character.

Contents: Swearing, smoking, drug use, eventual smut, and canon typical violence mentioned throughout. Minors DNI.

Chapter: 4 of ?

Chapter Masterlist: The Shire Is Burning - Masterlist.

WC: 1756.

A/N: I am currently in the process of re-writing this abandoned wip from last year so I can move onto new projects without feeling guilty. Enjoy ❤️

Chapter Four.

Demogorgons and cultists.

March 21st, 1986.

Eddie leaned back in his chair and folded his arms, looking around at the party.

“Well, are we going to play or what?” Jeff asked.

“Don’t get too excited yet, gentlemen. We don’t know anything about her yet. We don’t even know if she’s played before.” Eddie told the group.

“Ah, shit. He’s got a point.” Gareth agreed, looking at Jeff.

Lilith turned to Dustin and raised an eyebrow. “Be nice,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

“Why don’t we let Henderson tell us a little bit about herself before we go any further?” Eddie asked, looking at Lilith.

“My name is Lady Lilith and I am a level 14 High Elf Sorcerer. Slayer of Giants, Demogorgons, and Owlbears. I can speak six languages including Abyssal and Draconic. What else is there? Oh yeah, I have wings. Now are we going to play or are we going to keep chit-chatting like this is your mommy’s book club?”

The entire party turned to face Eddie with bated breath, waiting for his approval so they could begin the final game of the campaign. He pondered for a moment, looking at Lilith with curiosity on his face. “Welcome to Hellfire.”

Eddie was a brilliant Dungeon Master. He spent fifteen minutes setting the scene for them.

“After a two-year war, Vecna was finally dead. You’ve done it. You have all fought brilliantly. It’s time to return home to your families now. You set off down the long path back to the village in the hopes of catching a ride. When you arrive back, the villagers welcome you as heroes.

“Thank you! Thank you” they cried, gathering you up into their arms and parading you around.

Hours later and you are all well fed and drunk from the party the villagers insisted upon having. You all dance for hours, singing at the top of your voices. You’re free. The next morning, you all wake up inside the tavern. You’re confused and disoriented. To make matters worse… there’s a trailing of blood leading to the door. What do you do?”

The group leapt into action at once. They discovered that the barkeep, Beric, had been taken by a group of mysterious hooded hooligans in the middle of the night. After spending ten minutes forming a plan, they decided to rally a small group of villagers and set out to hunt for their friend. They slew every obstacle and opponent Eddie threw at them.

Three hours later, mere seconds after escaping a group of savage giants, they stumbled into a cave.

Eddie raised his head from behind his screen and glowered at the party.

“The hooded cultists chant…

‘Hail Lord Vecna! Hail Lord Vecna!’

“They turn to you and remove their hoods. You recognize most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognize, his skin shrivelled, desiccated. And something else. He is not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!” cackled Eddie.

“No! No! Vecna’s dead!” cried Dustin.

“He was killed by Kas!” exclaimed Mike.

Eddie looked at the party with a manic glare in his eyes. “So it was thought, my friends. So it was thought… But Vecna lives!” he cried, slamming Vecna’s character piece down in front of them.

“You are scared. You are tired. You are injured. Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or stand your ground and fight?” Eddie asked.

The party looked around at each other cautiously.

“I say we fight. To the death.” Dustin said, a tone of determination in his voice.

“To the death! To the death! To the death!” chanted the group.

Eddie cackled and sank back down into his chair, looking around at everyone with a smile on his face. This was obviously going to plan.

“Okay, Lady Lilith, let’s start with you,” Eddie said smugly. “Roll two D10 for me”.

Lilith shook the die thrice in hand and threw them onto the table. Seventeen. “YES!” screamed the group, jumping and clapping.

“Tayr, you next” Eddie gestured to the table. “The D20 if you will,” he grinned. Mike took the dice and closed his fist around it. He raised his fist to his mouth, blew on the dice, and released it. Eight.

“NO!” Everybody cried. Eddie laughed maniacally and knocked over Mike’s character piece.

Jeff rolled next. He took a D4, D8, and D10, shook his fist, and threw them onto the table. Eddie knocked over his character token. Jeff dropped to his seat with his head in his hands.

“Gareth the Great, you next” Eddie nudged. Gareth took the D10 and threw it. Ten.

“YES!” the group shouted. Dustin jumped up and down in his seat whilst Mike hit the table out of excitement.

Everyone took it in turns to roll and attack Vecna a few more times before Gareth called for a time out. Everyone gathered around in a circle at the opposite end of the table as Eddie watched curiously.

“Guys, I hate to say this, but we’ve got to flee,” claimed Gareth.

“I concur.”

“Didn’t we just agree ‘to the death’?” Lilith asked.

“That wasn’t literal!”

“Vecna just decimated us! We can’t kill him with two players!” Jeff chimed in.

“You too?” asked Dustin, “He only has fifteen hit points left. Don’t be pussies!”.

“Pussies? Really? Because we’re not delusional?” Gareth barked back.

“Delusional? How about not cowards?” Lilith snapped.

Eddie stood up, a grin spread across his face. “If I may interject gentlemen, Lady Lilith,” he gestured to the group, “Whilst I respect the passion, you’d be wise to take Gareth the Great’s concern to heart. There is no shame in running. Don’t try to be heroes. Not today. Kay?” he told the group.

Dustin looked Eddie straight in the eyes and lifted his index finger. “One sec..”. The group circle reformed. “What do you think?”

“How many hit points do you and Lilith have left?” Mike pondered.

“Twelve.” Lilith and Dustin said in unison.

“It’s risky as hell… But you’re the ones on the battlefield. So it’s your call.” Mike told the pair.

Dustin turned to his cousin slowly, “What do you say, Lady Lilith?”

Lilith looked at her cousin before tilting her head. “You really got to ask?” She replied. The group looked around at each other, all in deep thought. Dustin shook his head.

“Screw it!”. He turned to face Eddie. “Let’s kill this son of a bitch.”

Dustin walked over to the table. “The chances of success are twenty-to-one,” Jeff told him.

“Never tell me the odds.” He replied. He looked at Eddie again. “Give me the D20”.

Eddie smiled, picked up the die, and threw it to Dustin. Dustin rattled the die in his hands and threw it onto the table. It seemed to roll in slow motion. Eventually, it stopped. Eleven.

“That’s… A… Miss!” Eddie cried, shaking his head with happiness.

“Shit! Shit!” Dustin exclaimed.

The tension in the air could be cut with a knife.

“Lady Lilith. The D20” Eddie smiled, handing it to her. Lilith took the D20 and shook it in her hands. The group inched in closer, surrounding her.

“Come on!” shouted Dustin.

Lilith let go of the dice. Everybody inhaled, waiting in silence for the die to stop. It bounced five times on the table before coming to a halt. She stared at the dice, then blinked. Twenty. It was definitely a twenty. She did it. She won the game. Vecna was dead.

“Crit hit!” Lilith screamed.

The entire group shouted and jumped around, clapping Lilith on the back and giving her their thanks.

“What?! What?!” Eddie cried, jumping around trying to act shocked. “That’s why we play!”

Lilith couldn’t believe it. The buzz in the room was astronomical. Eddie locked eyes with Lilith from across the table and took a deep bow, a smirk growing on his face.

“Hey, guys, I’ve got to dash. It’s almost nine. Big day tomorrow, you know?” Mike said, smiling.

“Yeah, yeah, you finally get to see your sweetheart, we know. You haven’t shut the fuck up about it all month!” Eddie jeered, throwing a ball of paper at him. “Get out of here! We’ll see you when you get back”.

“We’ll come with you,” Dustin told him, nodding to Lilith.

“Bye, guys. Thanks for the game,” Lilith told the room.

“Later,” Dustin waved as the three of them walked out the door.

Lilith, Dustin, and Mike walked back through the basement, up the stairs, and back out into the school grounds chatting excitedly about the events that had just taken place. “I can’t believe you rolled a twenty!” Dustin exclaimed.

“That makes two of us. Talk about lucky,” Lilith replied, laughing.

“I thought for sure we were goners!” Mike told them.

“I know, after Dust- Oh, shit! I forgot my board. You guys go on. I’ll see you at home, Dustin. Have fun on holiday, Mike!” she said, waving the two of them off.

Lilith turned around and began making her way back down to the basement. She passed Jeff and Gareth on the stairs and stopped for a quick chat before saying goodbye to them. She approached the door to the Hellfire Club and knocked on the door. “Come in,” Eddie answered.

Lilith entered the room and began looking around. “Sorry, I forgot my board,” she told him. She looked around for a few moments before finding it. “Ah, there it is!” she stated, pointing to a chair on the opposite side of the room before walking over to retrieve it.

“That was a pretty impressive performance, Henderson,” Eddie said. She turned around to face him. He was facing away from her, packing away the game board and character pieces.

“Thanks,” she replied, “you’re actually a pretty good Dungeon Master.”

“Actually?” he quoted, “why the tone of surprise?”

“Not what I meant, but okay. Later, Munson” she said, walking towards the door.

“Are you always so defensive?” He asked casually.

“Excuse me?” Lilith asked, the fact that she starting to get a little bit pissed off conveying through her tone a little too much.

“Lighten up, Henderson. I was kidding,” he told her.

“Long day,” she muttered apologetically.

Eddie picked his keys up off the table, opened the door, and gestured for Lilith to leave first. They walked up the stairs and to the car park in silence.

“I guess I’ll see you later,” she said to Eddie, setting off on her board.

“Hey, Henderson!” he shouted after her. She skidded to a halt.

“What?” she asked.

“Do you want a ride home?”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x fem oc #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things fic #the shire is burning #fanfic

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finntheehumaneater · 1 year

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my mom and elderly neighbor were in our front yard talking, and I was in the backyard rambling to myself like the little psychopath I am, and they just heard me manically giggle and go

“do you want to watch my VHS tapes with me? They’re so spooky and silly, Hehehe—oh no, don’t mind her, that’s just Amy. She’s not dead, you *silly*, those are just her maggot friends”

and then I just started hysterically laughing because I thought what I said was SO FUNNY. I was talking about genloss. To myself. Out loud. I’m just good at acting like a crazed murderer from the 90s. But now my neighbor thinks that I’m mentally insane. Which I am.

#generation loss #ranboo #aimsey #genloss #ranboolive #the beloved #spooky #i’m so mentally ill

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amai-no-ura · 2 years

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How Magic Can Be Illness and How Kindness Can Heal

Well, after I've been slapped by reality so hard this time, I'm determined to see things through for once. This is a story I want to tell and I want to get it done and share it to the world (or at least to people who might be interested in it, heh...). But for now, I would love to share just a little bit of it.

Worldbuilding background:

Magic originates from abundance essence of life. Magic is a very important part of the culture. Everyone can use magic to some extent. Although most people can, at best, use four or five 'spells' like fending off animals, camouflage, light the fire. Magic isn't a power inside a person. It's more like a neutral, free floating energy around us that nourishes life of everything.

Magic is the art of using oneself or object as a medium to convert this abundant energy into magic. Hence more stamina and strength a person has, the more power they can channel with their body. Some people take it to entirely different level through discipline, natural talent and dedication. Many were capable of great feats. Like Aphulita the Stormcaller. She could fly, brew a storm, blow out entire village with sheer force of wind. All through years and years of practice and dedication. He was also capable of other branches of magic as well. But since he never really focused on them, they were moderate at best. Magic is a skill, much like what martial arts, cooking, sewing, craftsmanship. The more practice you put into it, the stronger you will be.

Each culture has its own practice and tradition relating to this force. Due to this force being more abundant in this world than in ours, magic is more readily accessible and abundant hence more utilized in every aspect of life. In turns, humans (and most many creatures) reproduce slower and have longer life span. Which means there are less people (around 1/3 of Iron Age population) in general.

However, there are some people who born with too much affinity toward magic (In my protag's culture, it's call Yaaguslangan - one who is overflowed with life). Unlike ordinary people who can choose to use magic, they are like a broken dam. They cannot turn off their channel. Essence pours into them like a river all the time, all day, every day.

Eventually, that overflowing essence erodes their body and mind. Many suffer from psychosis, mental retardation. Some became psychopathic, others suffer from manic episodes with overt sadistic and predatorial impulses. Some became vegetative. But all of them will suffer from occasional explosion of magic. Their body and mind will naturally try to rein in magic, but it's impossible. So it'll explode into incoherent and volatile spells they cannot control. However, the severity of the symptoms varied greatly.

It is also possible that often hostile treatment of people with this ailment also plays a part in mental abnormalities as well. Most cultures (if not all) treat them with disdain. Some were killed outright. Others were abused or neglected due to their unpredictable nature - worsening the already eroding mind and psyche.

Hayuk and her mother

Hayuk suffered from Yaaguslangan but the effect was not as devastating. She was abandoned since birth, but a blacksmith named Sami took her in. Blacksmiths in Iqassak people also practice the art of enchantment to some degree. Her surrogate mother was one of them.

Hayuk was raised helping her mother tending to the forge ever since she could remember. Her mother taught her how to channel essence in blacksmithing and pottering process. How to breath, how to synchronize and many others. She also taught her daughter to use enchantment from very young and performed essence extraction when the symptom flared up. After all, Sami was a highly gifted enchantress herself. Enchanting is basically the art of bestowing objects with power and attributes or take away those attributes and power. Extracting magic from a person simply required proper formulae and techniques.

Another ability related to this ailment is the ability to naturally see essence. Natural essence was very beautiful - a marriage of color in one inexplicable beauty. Sami (who saw essence through exposure to magic) taught Hayuk not to fear the essence, but to appreciate its beauty. There was even a little ritual they did every holiday. They would extract the essence from themselves or residual essence (that was off balance) in their home and workshop, gather it in a pot and disperse it at the sea and the forest.

We learned it later that Sami used to have a child who suffered from this condition. But he died when his magic exploded (cave collapsing on him). She figured out he could be saved earlier since his condition wasn't severe. If he learned how to properly channel his abundant magic early on he won't be dead. After that, she has been figuring how to 'cure' Yaaguslangan and soon, a child - abandoned and neglected - came her way. She was determined to save her and gave her the love she deserved.

Hayuk was still discriminated by the villagers. Yaaguslangan was deemed as a curse by the community. The children won't play with her. Adults would stay away in suspicion. It's important to note that Sami was incredibly lovely person and she was loved by everyone in the village. They knew of her past and took pity to her. That pity and love extended to Hayuk somewhat. Although she was still being occasionally insulted or treated unkindly, Sami always reminded her daughter her conditions were a 'gift' and not a 'curse'. She reminded her that she was very valuable and deserved to be loved. Sami showered Hayuk with love and care. Soon, when she proved to be harmless and 'normal', she was treated like normal people.

This way of life improved her conditions greatly. Since essence was used all the time, Hayuk naturally developed mental and physical conditions for essence to pass through unharmed. But was she 'cured'? No. Her way of life simply taught her how to live with her ailments in a healthy way. She was still a vortex of essence, but a vortex with proper mechanism to withstand and properly regulate it.

She still has to expel the overabundance essence every month or two, but it has became a habit for her now (thanks to that little 'ritual' she did with her mother every holiday). Essence can grate her mind sometimes (making her feel dizzy or weighing on her mind) but she developed strong mental fortitude and mastery over magic enough to control it. This was how she could function normally as a person.

This ailment, I think. Is similar to many mental illness. Many are totally treatable and very much harmless. However, the stigma we place on such illnesses and hostility we express, both knowingly or unknowingly, might actually be why people suffer horribly from them. Maybe, if we show them a little bit of love and encouragement. Maybe, if we tell them 'it's alright. You are not weak/bad/wrong. Let's fight it together'. If we give them love and support. Maybe many lives would be saved?

Hayuk would later become one of the most powerful enchanters of the era. She would push the boundary of enchanting and magic itself to a total new height. She would invent the combat enchanting method, among other things. Hayuk would be instrumental in the independence and unification of Iqassak people and foundation of the first academy dedicated to magical study and healing.

I hope many people who suffer from mental illness could be like Hayuk. I hope to write this story to inspire people to give them a chance and helping hands. With proper help, many dreams and talents could make our world much more beautiful. Just like how my protagonist Hayuk was saved from the otherwise 'death sentence'. With love and kindness.

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PS. Since I can't resist to type everyone and everything. Here we go

Hayuk - ENFJ 1w2 so/sp (Double Lion with Badger primary and Bird sec model)

I'm in the process of conceptualizing her. I think she is a very cool character. She is your average 'visionary leader' and 'humanitarian revolutionist' ENFJ stereotype. But I want her to be that way because that is who she is, a product of her experience, hardship and relationship with various people throughout her life. Not some cliché "I have a sign from gods and you sheep must flock to me!!!!" That's just ... lame. All she wants is for her people to lead a happy and proud life.

Sami - ISFJ 9w1 so/sp (Badger-Bird with Badger sec model)

We tend to forget that ISFJ possess strong Ti. Sami was a very talented craftsman who mastered every aspect of her art from back to front and inside out. She dedicated her life to it and use that dedication and massive analytical ability to figure out how to 'hack' Essence Overloading Illness.

She took Hayuk in, not because of some lingering attachment to her lost son, but out of pure kindness to another human being. She gave her daughter the love and kindness she deserved while meticulously building tradition and routine to treat her daughter and successfully so. She didn't force 'treatment' (if you can call it that) upon her daughter, instead lovingly built a fond memory and meaning to it (essence extracting was done on holiday, afterward they would play with firework and went to the market for a special treat.) Her kindness saved her daughter from a horrible fate :)

PS 2. Allow me to tag you guys (since you guys have more traction than me :) If it's not okay please tell me. I'll remove the tag.

@writingonesdreams-main @wind-on-the-panes @ethos-logos-phatos @charitysplace

#writblr #writerblr #writer blog #I want to finish something for once #I want this story to reach people who feel like they don't deserve kindness #Mentall illness or any illness is not something to be ashamed of #Love and kindness to all is the order of the day!

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• An American Whovian Reviews: 'The Power of the Doctor' by Chris Chibnall.

- The Story Thus Far -

After almost five years and three series -- the Chris Chibnall, Jodie Whittaker/Thirteenth Doctor era is coming to a close.

(Much to the the joy of a decent amount of Whovians.)

Will he go out with ANOTHER subpar story -- or will he FINALLY pull a decent story out of his ass!?

- The Great (Space) Train Robbery -

I'm always a sucker fer opening an episode midway through an adventure. Aside from the shitty special effects -- not a bad way to get started.

Like, I enjoyed this bit more than I've had the entire Chibnall era.

- So Long & Thanks fer All the Fish -

So after a random scary incident during the space train sequence -- Dan just up and decides he wants to leave the TARDIS!?

DUDE SAW THE UNIVERSE ALMOST GET DEVOURED LAST SERIES AND THIS MAKES HIM WANT TO LEAVE.

Just a useless and VERY underdeveloped character (even worseso than Yaz).

Later, Dan. We hardly knew you.

Literally.

- Character Regression -

So after three series during the Capaldi era of character development with Missy, the Master, just ups and goes back to being this manic psychopath?

I'll never understand it.

Maybe, if they, like, had said this was an incarnation we hadn't met before -- then I could get behind it.

Although, I do love him actually being Rasputin. Very classic Delgado Master stuff.

- Show and Don't Tell at the Same Time -

I REALLY wanted to like Jodie as the Doctor. I was all about a female Doctor as a fresh change. Be that as it may, holy fuck, did Chibnall do her no favors with the dialouge. It's, like, he wrote her fer blind viewers or something -- 'cause she is PERPETUALLY telling me what's happening.

Like, yes, I can see that this little girl isn't just a little girl -- but some sort of cosmic energy! Thanks making it clear . . .

It almost makes anytime she speaks unbearable to listen.

- A List of Gripes -

1. Fucking hell. These "CyberMasters" are even worse shots than Stormtroopers.

2. What was the point of Chibnall making a reference of UNIT being closed two series back -- only to just bring them back out of nowhere? Stupid.

3. There's CyberMasters, Daleks, a companion leaves, two old ones show up, cosmic manifestation and missing paintings -- and we're only 20 minutes in.

(In the last ones defense: at least I'm not bored.)

- A Welcomed Return -

When Ace referred to the Doctor as "Prosessor", I TOTALLY got misty eyed. She's definitely in my top 3 companions; it's a shame they took this long to bring her back.

Tegan, on the other hand, I could care less about. Literally one of my least favorite companions.

Good to know she's still a bitch.

- I Take it Back, Maybe -

Okay, my gripe of the Master going back to being a psycho aside, this has pro'ly been the scariest the Master has been since Missy's first appearance.

More importantly, this has been the best THIS incarnation of the Master has been. Like, dude was legit creeping me out trying to get into Yaz's head; and when he reminds Tegan about how he shrunk her aunt? Perfect.

"I'm human intolerant." "Master's Dalek Plan".

Gold.

- And Vinder Was His Name-O -

Vinder came back fer some fucking reason. Remember Vinder? He was around during 'Flux'. You wanted him back, right?

Yea, neither did why . . .

Ashad is back, too. You know, that incomplete Cyberman that would've more interesting if he was a vengeful Adric? He's back, too. Helping the Master.

You know, fer reasons . . .

- The Man with a Plan -

So the Master was able to recruit the Daleks AND Cybermen in a plan to capture the Doctor -- out of sheer mutual hatred!?

Pretty weak, Chibs. Not the best plotting device; but this story was so well paced and pretty that I'll let that actually fucking slide.

Mainly, 'cause the Master's plan led to him regenerating into her(?). Which then gave us . . .

- Spoilers 🤫 -

The return of Doctors One, Five, Six, Seven and, one of my FAVORITES, Eight. 'The Power of the Doctor' officially gets my stamp of approval solely based on not just bringing McGann back -- but, also, in his awesome 'Night of the Doctor' garb.

*chef's kiss*

- I Take it Back, Maybe, Again -

The whole interface side plot with the Doctor and past companions REALLY got to me. Especially the one with Tegan.

When the Doctor mentions Adric? That look in her eyes!? 😢 You got me there, Chibs. You got me there.

The reasoning fer the Doctor's looking older through the AI was genius stuff.

- A List of Gripes, Pt. 2 -

Okay, like, what was the plot of this episode? Volcanoes flooding the Earth? Why was Graham just hanging in a volcano? Why did the Master turn into the Doctor!?

So many questions and no answers.

Chibnall's era in a nutshell.

- In the End it Doesn't Even Matter -

All my griping aside, this is OBJECTIVELY Chris Chibnall's best 'Doctor Who' episode EVER. Sincerely, I couldn't tell you what the fuck was going on; but I, also, didn't care.

This episode was fast paced fun, well scored, decently acted and a nice love letter to fans of Classic and NuWho.

Daleks, Cybermen and the Master? Classic Who companions galore? A sweet fun swan song to the Thirteenth Doctor era.

This was, also, Yaz's best effort. I especially adored her and the Doctor eating ice cream atop the TARDIS and floating in space before their non goodbyes.

Could've definitely done without Graham just popping out of nowhere. Him having a 'Doctor Support Group' was beautiful, tho', and a great way to bring back old faces.

I always judged an episode on how quick I want to rewatch it and this one had me wanting to come back again and again.

It's definitely flawed. Yet, what's good in it -- is great.

'The Power of the Doctor' gets three ⭐s out of four.

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I ran a fairly successful BENDROWNED rp blog back in the cringy teenage years of my life, goddesses I miss that psychopathic sadist. Little soggy murder monkey. He was my precious manic monster

this is so funny because i ALSO rped ben drowned but was elitist about it bc i strictly followed the arg canon and not whatever creepypasta fanon had going on at the time and it was Not successful and i abandoned it in like a month

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umniamusic · 2 months

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I'm not a Manic Pixie Dream Girl, I'm just dating my work.

My last and final explanation, or; a half-awake stream of consciousness.

This piece was written in Early November 2023. I’d suggest you read it more as prose than reality.

So, I start this in pretty terrible pain, quite sharp, in my lower stomach, on a red-eye back to the UK from LA. I’m unable to relax. I think this is the kind of pain you’re meant to alert someone of - I think in some circles it qualifies as a potential medical emergency, but we stay silly.

Lesson number 1 — I will endure all sorts of terrible pain in order not to make a scene. This is unequivocally something I do that is irresponsible. It’s the Brit in me, perhaps, but there is a level to it that belongs to a side of me I daren’t name or diagnose…maybe when I’m 40 and the label can’t hurt me much.

Irresponsible — I can endure a lot. As I learn about everyone’s lives on this earth, I realize how much I’ve endured — like the girls who say that the correct amount of pain is no pain, which truly boggles the mind. No pain? What a life that must be. Not even a persistent ache?

Irresponsible — I could potentially endure, correction, allow, a lot, before I’d start to care. I could be very very irresponsible with myself. Heck, I am now! I’m doubled over in pain in the dark 30,000 feet in the air and telling no one! What if I’m dying? ha!

Lesson 2 - I will take no notes, I will be convinced of nothing, and I will do whatever I want. Lonely? Why not. Happy? Sure, sometimes. Comfortable? This is my best shot at that. Partners, you have to compromise, you have to care how they feel, they have to be happy and you have to be actively thinking of ways to be their happiness or cater to it. That, to me, sounds difficult, confusing, time-consuming, distracting, and, functionally, a goal that can never be achieved. I can’t read minds even when I really want to.

Lesson 3 - I fear taking my eye off my work. It’s a safety blanket, a sense of self, and an excuse to move autonomously. I’m never doing enough, it’s always too much, and it’s the first thing I think of each morning, all I can think of throughout the day, and everything I dream about at night before I sleep. I didn’t adopt a spiritual practice for personal balance - I did it because I thought it would make my art better, and it did! So it stays. I think this is called ambition, but I’m an artist, so it can’t be - and my imposter syndrome does so many numbers that I’m not even sure if this is ambition or just spinning my wheels. Oh, nothing’s ever good enough honey. Never. Imagine if it was. That would oblige me to rest, and then what, exist? Think about something else? Fuck that.

Lesson 4 - I am insufferably obsessed with the industry I’ve chosen as a calling. I don’t have anything else to me. I don’t. I seem well-rounded, but really I observe the world well because I know that’s a skill I need to tell stories. I don’t care what format or medium I have access to, I will tell my damn stories and read people for filth, including myself. I dread the day I have a partner and have to, god fucking forbid, think about whether bringing them up in my work might hurt their little feelings. Yeah, miss me with that shit. And, any partner that wouldn’t mind would be a certified psychopath, no? Alone. Alone. I must be alone, forever.

Lesson 5 - I don’t make much sense. I’ve tried to explain myself, I’m supposed to be able to, but I can’t, sorry, I can’t. I don’t have context yet, I do my best to piece it together from others but it’s illegible. I think it must be a lot like getting a 3D being to perceive 4 dimensions - the self is the dimension you can’t see from within, perhaps. You know a self that’s for you, and then everyone else has a second version of you - eerily they generally agree upon the details of you, which might match sometimes with you, but hardly ever completely.

In short, I don’t know what context I would bring to anyone else’s life that I could effectively communicate. Maybe, reader, you wonder why I overthink it — fair. But everyone knows their strengths and weaknesses, don’t they? I’m not there yet. All I have to offer are the things I like - like a 10-year-old might explain his toys, or the Lego he built.

Lesson 6 - Who am I? Beyond what I do? I hate what I see in the mirror, I can’t respect my own work, which is the only thing that matters to me, and in conversation with others, I maintain no stronghold of self. Stubborn, sure, but assuaging. I am always checking to see if I’ve offended. Waiting to be excluded, for the room to realize why no-one has ever liked me over a consistent time - if not for lack of like, for lack of consistency.

Imagine, that girl I describe, god fucking forbid, with a partner. Someone where the literal goal is consistency. She doesn’t know who she is, she hates the few parts of herself she can see, and is as intemperate as the tides. She’s always running toward the final perfect destination which breeds the next. Who is that, as a partner? Never comfortable, she’s never satisfied, never finished. Never at rest. Unfit for human consumption.

Lesson 7 - The tower. I have a recurring vision, I even wrote a poem about it (untitled) — if you’ve watched Tangled, imagine that tower from the start, but with a warm red fuzzy rug across the floor, and the door, it’s open to the stairs, oh but the windows, they look out on the hazy pseudo-stratosphere, where the sky meets the air. I’m up there. There’s a magic on the door, a magic way below at the front door too. No one enters. I can leave. I never do.

Those doors, they aren’t ‘locked’. But no one comes in,you know? The vision is purely the geography of the place.

No, that’s a lie. Sometimes the vision is someone manages it up the stairs. They seem familiar. Noting how confused they are that they managed to make it in when, well, no one does, not for lack of trying. And there they are at the door, and I tell them the door is open, and they smile, maybe, nod. But they’re waiting for permission, and that’s why they made it up the stairs, I guess, I don’t know. No one else figured it out. But now it’s on me.

and this room is really easy to live in alone, oh, it’s the perfect place to be alone - if I didn’t want to be alone, the door is open! I can leave! But I haven’t. and here they are at the door, waiting, without incident, so patiently, and I have a choice to make - because there is space here. And I’m fine, actually fine, but in the same way that someone might say that, technically, they don’t need to watch any more new movies, they have the ones they like.

Sometimes, it’s the next one that rearranges things in your head, you know?

The vision stops there, I’m not going to lie to you. I wish I could tell you I’m looking forward to the day I confront the truth behind it - but the vision is there for a reason. I have to run the numbers before the game begins.

Maybe this whole message is that. I’m crunching the numbers in advance. The vision is there for a reason.

I only really realized recently that the door had been open this whole time.

well, anyway, who decides if something is horror, thriller, or tragedy?

UMNIA

Context: I wrote this piece from a prompt I wrote down in the first few weeks of my move to London. I was having various reactions from strangers and future friends to my hyper-passion for film, and my wide breadth of knowledge, which I didn’t think was that wide. For the first time in forever, I got the feeling I had back in school, that I was at best a curio, a zoo animal, and at worst, an alien. I found amazing friends who felt neither way, and understood me, but sometimes once the button is pushed you can’t reverse. I’ve been grappling with perception and context recently, and so I thought now was a great time to share this. It is, ultimately, a very unserious piece with very serious moments.

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firstcurse-moved · 1 year

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Top 5 song associations : share the top songs in your playlist that most inspire / represent your muses the most. bonus points if you include lyrics to go along with it.

( Natrually, I did more than five songs and I've already posted my whole playlist but today is just a reminder to everyone that I'm insane but I'm free so here we go )

Violence and Spiders ━ Every night when I fall asleep My mind plays tricks, and I wonder what it means - When I'm pullin' out my teeth, I can barely breathe - And the blood runs cold from my head to my feet - So I start to believe that I'm six feet deep - Locked in a box, having psychopathic dreams - Now I'm trapped in a web, wishing I was dead - With a noose around my neck - Talk about silence, and violence - And deadmen, and spiders - Monster under my bed - Can't get them out of my head. Henry coded :

Tired ━ I'm alive in here, so alive in here, pulling down a little peace - I'm open wide in here, slow to rise in here - Saving grace and killing me - You say this only makes me incomplete, I'm canceled out and rendered obsolete- Tell the mad chameleon he's not welcome anymore, I know what I'm looking for... Somewhere close, somewhere safe, Somewhere I know—I know I'll never live in chains- The one is now aware - So stay away from me—I'm just too young to care. I can see in here; I can feel in here- Comatose with common sense - I take my time in here; somebody get me out of here - What am I so against? I just want to watch the whole world burn - lost a million times and I won't learn, Show me someone innocent, I'll show you there's no proof - I may be gone, but I'm no fool...! I am the weapon ━ Who would I be if I never met, a teacher, a priest, or a prophet? What do I need? Tell me, what does it mean? Am I living or dying the dream? Youth is broken, half of it was stolen by a world I can't unsee - Youth is broken, half of it was stolen, look what you've done to me - I was a target, I was the mission, you had the power, your ammunition - Now I'm the message, this is a lesson, here in the present, I am the weapon- Now I'm the message, this is a lesson, here in the present, I am the weapon - Your concept of love and your hunger for war, tell me, which one should I die for?- 'Cause I am a product of how I was brought up, this cycle spins out of control! Carnivore ━ All my life, they let me know, how far I would not go- But inside the beast still grows, waiting, chewing through the ropes- Who are you to change this world? Silly boy, no one needs to hear your words- Let it go - Carnivore, carnivore, won't you come digest me? Take away everything I am, Bring it to an end! Carnivore, carnivore, could you come and change me? Take away everything I am, everything I am - I will hide myself below, I'll be what you wanted, kept inside, I won't let go 'til I burn beyond control!

Vecna coded: Triple Six Revolution ━ Thats enough the chains are broken, theres a hope for this change, to get out of this endless cage - Step by step this world will burn, its so close now, you're reborn - Waiting so long my power had grown, invoking and decrying your return - RISE till the world will see your eyes - You cant ask, you cant tell, so you motherfuckers better prepare - Ready for destruction, it begins the revolution - Cleanse the world corruption, triple six revolution!

Dead Ended ━ So many many names but only one is real - Lost in our madness dreaming blood and steel - I see a mirror or does it see me? Can you hear the panicked wings above? Coming from somewhere else - Is this my own end they tell me of? - Where did we go, wrong did we know that we were dead ending? - ��Ending dead Destroy and create, create and destroy - Our story's dead ending -Dead ended - My running nightmare is to face myself, my view of Heaven looks like someone's Hell - I see it clearer in my violent dream- Can you hear he manic screams above, coming from somewhere else? Watch this. I pretend that we're rid all this. I will end what they all love!

Alpha and Omega ━ Welcome to the truth - god made me in his image, who the fuck made you? You want my voice from me? You can have it just know, I sound like this because the devil has my throat! I make your insides shift, that is my gift the sea parts and then comes the flood - And men have died to make this, you can't imitate, shit the talent I have, I paid for in blood - I can tell you about things you'll die never having known and I can take you places you could never ever go - And I've been there so just know that death comes slow and life goes fast before you know it its through with your ass!

Human Insecticide ━ Psychotic tendencies have put me here for life - Dreams of smashing little things before they ruin my life, find means capable of smothering a flea - extermination is their end, escaping not from me - Re-ta-li-ate, de-ca-pi-tate--I love to see them bleed - A-nni-hi-late - I am human insecticide! Creepy black mass, I see one down below - Prepare to strike, act quickly now, strike the fatal blow - Extinguishing the menace, they will know my name - Destroying these, the lives of waste, delivered now to pain - Re-ta-li-ate, de-ca-pi-tate--I love to see them bleed - A-nni-hi-late - I am human insecticide! Asphyxiate the flame of life, from hatred they will die- Power kept in my control, their souls are caged with mine! Phantasmagoria ━ I have chosen you my friend, you're mine! Locked inside this frightening dream, nowhere to hide - Every night my demons you will see, an apparition festival, through hell you'll ride - Phantasmagoria! Sleep well! Phantasmagoria! In hell! Someone here is calling out your name, look out, I play inside your brain- Fleeing from my shadows, you'll never pass my test - Don't you know that ghosts never rest? Phantasmagoria! Sleep well! Phantasmagoria! In hell! Approaching you writhe, we take control unholy inquisition, sentence very cold - My servants, demons, take you down the hole -Your mind destroyed now I want your soul! Bonus, bonus for the entire aesthetic: Die Alone ━ We buried it well, no revealing tell, where the horns above impale the sky - Forsaken born thorn in our side - Warn no one, no warning - Our memory just fades away, and the worn wears away - We'll keep it all for us, imagine every answer, with no one in our way, dividing as we conquer and end up far away from, Dies irae, dies illa solvet ( "The day of wrath, that day. will disssolve the world in ashes." ) Cycle on, saeclum ,cyclone, circling, Circuit down - In river we drown, by storm we are bound, shut down, DOWN, STOP! Running from becoming one, you carve it out of stone - your mystery to live and die - You are alone! - You are alone! Become the one, and find someone to end the waiting The Gift ━ Up in the sky - Down-wind another light goes dim, and I know it's him reigning like a storm again deep inside of me- Light of my life, find my shadow wandering in my mind now all the threads will unwind when all the stars are aligned - And I need time to break all the mirrors - But my mind is in pieces and not ready to make it clearer - Upon a time, down in a little room made just for me I heard them - Whispering my name - And taking you away - Pain isn't the only gift I'll give you slowly, but I'll give it wholly and solely to you -I've come to find mind and matter wandering without time - Then all the flowers combined with all the souls that went blind to see again - Time to make it all clearer, and if time never ceases I'll be ready to break the mirror One-one-five ━ No one can see me and I've lost all feeling and I know I won't die alone - I'll stop you from breathing and all your deceiving and this house is not my home - No more forgiveness - No! And the reason is I know I wont die alone - I have returned! And everyone dies and everyone lies, they're waiting for the second coming again - Everyone tries to hold onto their lives - when no one's alive - bring me 115 - You stand for nothing and overlooked something, I'll bring you down all on my own - I'm the end I can taste it, I'll justify hatred - I am the chosen one, left hand of all that's sacred- No more forgiveness- No! I'll bring you death and pestilence, I'll bring you down on my own. I have returned! And everything dies Look to the skies to see the end of all creation again - See with your eyes, my army of flies, when no one's alive

Tagged by: No one, I stole it! Tagging: Everyone :)

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