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nobody-nexus · 2 months

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Ragatha Theory I Have

Okay so I'm as sick as a dog right now, so instead of art I shall give you a long rambling of a Ragatha theory I had that I wanted to share. Something I've noticed is that it's presumed that Ragatha and Kinger are friends. I suspect that's because they've been there the longest out of the group, so they know one another the best. But then that mixed with the fact that Pomni's not going to be as insane/frantic like in the first episode, it got me to thinking... Was Ragatha ALWAYS this nice or did she change?

Now I have no evidence for this aside from some small fun facts and Ragatha's personality- but to me Ragatha seems like someone who is clearly filled with some sort of guilt. Something that she wishes to fix, but she can't undo. That mixed with the fact that she's toxically positive and lies to stop conflict, it's making me think that it's almost like she doesn't want history to repeat itself, and that's more so than just abstraction. It also feels like she's almost trying to fill some sort of void in the group's dynamic. One that she perhaps has a need to fill? Now of course this mixed with the thing with Kinger doesn't particularly make sense UNTIL one person comes to mind: Queenie

Now here's the REAL theory: What if Ragatha did something in the past that caused Queenie to abstract, and now she's trying to fill her place out of guilt? Something that interested me was Ragatha's quickness to get annoyed/angered at Jax for the comment with the centipede. Of course I'd be angry too, but if she was USED to this, she wouldn't have exploded so quickly as she did, not even hiding it. I think that THIS is Ragatha's true personality. Someone who's quick to tell and even quicker to upset. Whether this is because of her behaving outside of the digital circus or because it's her slowly losing herself is really up to you. Now, take THAT into consideration when I give the idea of Queenie being a more mother figure to the group. Since presumably her and Kinger would've been similar ages, it makes sense that she'd take this role perhaps for the familiarity of it

Ragatha, first joining in, probably wasn't all that nice. Could you blame her? She's missing most of her fingers, an eye, and her feet. She's the most humanoid out of group at this moment if you consider the previous people crossed out on the doors. But yet she's still WRONG. So, with this confusion, it could've led to anger, and anger leading to bursting out, etc. I think Queenie did her best to try and help, but nothing worked. She wasn't an asshole or anything, but she was very dense and very hard to communicate with. Of course, Ragatha HERSELF wouldn't be the ONLY reason, but perhaps a catalyst into eventual Abstraction

Now here the doll is, having the only person that probably was okay around her gone because of HER actions. Why wouldn't she feel guilty? Kinger's gone mad and the only voice of reasoning in the group was now basically dead. So Ragatha tries to turn a new leaf. She tries to be positive, take people under her wing, tries to HELP them as best she can- but her toxic negativity flipped into toxic positivity. She takes any pain she gets, she lies, and yet she tries to stop conflict because of this guilt- THIS PAIN of being the reason someone's gone

If could also describe why Ragatha is seemingly Jax's biggest target. Now, I'm not going to sit here and say it's for any "good" reason- Gooseworx has confirmed he gets WORSE, so I personally think that he bullies her because it's an advantage he has. Like power tripping, Jax knows about her lack of power and how she's trying to change, and here he is abusing it for personal gain. Because he won't get in trouble aside from some angry yelling, right? I suspect THIS is why Gooseworx apologized to the Bunnydoll shippers. Because their dynamic is power tripping-based bullying. Also, she's probably friends with Kinger as a way to give Kinger someone to talk to since Queenie probably was the only one who DID hear him, and now it's Ragatha filling the void. She lost one, she can't lose another

In the end though, this IS just a theory. I could be 100% wrong and not in the right direction, but it's fun to speculate anyway. Hope you liked this lil theory of mine with like no evidence backing it up lol

#the amazing digital circus #amazing digital circus #the digital circus #digital circus #tadc #ragatha #tadc ragatha #ragatha tadc #theory #tadc theory #digital circus theory #ragatha theory #ft #kinger #queenie #jax #but only ft them #it's a ragatha focused theory

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drowningyoursorrow · 10 months

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WALLFLOWER

kyle spencer x gn! reader (pt, 2)

You were a barista that worked at a coffee shop in a more secluded area, with only a selective few of customers. You often remained in the back, but ever since you started serving a group regularly. They called themselves witches, and you somewhat believed them. Typically, being away from the world, leading to unwanted loneliness in your work place. You've caught the eye of a certain dead blonde.

!!!: mild violence, yelling W/C: 1.5k

There was a loud ding at the door as a group of people strode up-front to order, they were your usual. You were more comfortable taking this particular group's order, generally because they didn't really pay attention to you. And they had a certain aura of confidence circulating around them that made it more relaxing for you. Scanning them, you spotted a new face. Usually there was 5 of them, you've caught on their names now.

The usual were Zoe, Madison, Queenie, Nan, and Misty. Although they were always together, they fought, a lot. You've grown accustomed to the bickering that would fill up the empty café, it made it more lively in a way. Quickly, you shifted your attention back to the boy only for a glimpse as you put in their orders, he was tall to say the least. His face was adorned with unruly blonde hair that swayed loosely on his head.

He appeared exhausted and somewhat distant as he stood behind the group, exhibiting a sense of discomfort. The girls exchanged a look before they shoved the dude up-front to take his own order. Zoe whispering words of encouragement to him, which only made you grow confused, but you waited nevertheless. You and his sort of just had a stare down as it looked like he was trying to form the words to say what he needed. You exchanged a glance with Zoe, but she only looked at you as if she wanted you to wait for him.

Furthermore, you understood and just shifted your gaze back at him with a small smile to possibly ease his nerves. It looked like it worked at least a little because he relaxed and returned the smile more sheepishly. Eventually he spoke up in a sort of soft but rough voice, “I- IIII.....Cara..- Caramel? Coffeeeee.” He slurred the last part, but you still required him to be more specific, but before you could speak. Zoe whispered softly to him as she pointed at the menu, “Kyle, you have to choose the size and what kind of caramel coffee you want. You have to be more specific.”

She gave you an apologetic smile as he started once more, “Ca-...Caramel Moooch? Mochi...- Med- ium.” You only smiled more at his wording, but how he seemed to be genuinely trying his best. It made your chest feel warmer, for some reason. “Alright, so medium caramel macchiato it is, for?” “Kyle.” You nodded, amused at the fact that he stated his name so confidently in response, you bit your cheek, but your grin remained.

Kyle's gaze was basically piercing through you as you finished putting in all of their orders and taking the payment. Zoe finished up, smiling at you, “Thank you for not getting upset or anything.” “Oh, of course, yeah! It's always great to practice with this stuff in case you forget or something?” She laughed at the response and ushered Kyle to the table everybody else was sitting at. Acknowledging that there were no other customers, you went in the back to help make their drinks.

Since the place is always dead, your manager only puts two of you on the job, which you can't argue with because it's understandable. Noticing that the drinks were all being prepared already and your coworker shooing you off to go stay up-front. You and them sort of had this deal that you just work up-front and serve while they make everything. It was easier for you so you agreed, but god, sometimes you'd wish they'd let you help it was incredibly boring just standing and doing nothing all day. You leaned against the counter as you scrolled through your phone, but you felt that unwavering gaze on you once more.

Slowly you lifted your head to the corner of the caf￩, the group were bickering once more, but the culprit remained quiet. He was basically squished in-between Madison and Zoe, but he was still out of place. He looked as if he was trying to discreetly stare at you or something, which only made this amusing to you. You weren't creeped out by his unwavering stare, although it would make more sense, instead it only made you internally laugh. You pretended you just didn't catch him and just went back on your phone as you shifted to where your back would be facing him.

As you did, a grunt came from his area, and eventually you heard slamming then hushed yelling. You peeked over your shoulder a bit, confused, you saw Kyle tugging at his hair as Zoe was trying to soothe him. Madison looked absolutely put up with it, and everybody else was continued on like it was a daily occurrence. You could pick out this from Madison, “Kyle, this is why we don't fucking take you anywhere, did a fly set you off? Huh? Nothing was even happening! Why are you freaking out, Frankenstein?” You turned back around, caught off guard, but it isn't your place to judge, so you just went back on your phone.

There was another slam and slightly wailing which caused your eyebrows to furrow, and you fully turned around. Because this was now concerning, and you are an unbelievably nosey person. Kyle's fingers were still ripping at his hair, but eventually stopped as he stared at you once more, relaxing. The group turned to you as if you were the holy grail. Honestly, you were confused yourself, and it must've shown because the group looked at each other giving certain looks.

But Kyle's attention remained on you as you eyed him suspiciously because his actions and reactions baffled you. Madison blurted at you, “Hey! Wreck! Turn around again!” You furrowed your brows because what the hell, you're serving her and she's insulting you. You could spit in her drink, does she realize that? But she kind of was intimidating, so you did as you were told and there it was again.

The frustrated whining and slamming from the blonde erupted once again, so you turned back around again. It was like playing peek-a-boo with a baby, he's okay but as long as your face isn't visible he started throwing a tantrum. And you didn't find that weird in the slightest, instead you were intrigued and gave Kyle a light smile as the group turned into whispers. Before anything else could happen, there was a ding, meaning that their drinks were done. So quickly, you went and grabbed what they wanted, not staying long enough to hear the groaning.

You hurriedly walked to them and set down what was necessary as you handed Kyle his drink, holding it in front of him. He eyed you before shakily taking it from your grasp, his hand encasing around the whole thing, briefly swallowing your own hand whole. His touch was cold, but it still sent sparks through your body, as if you got shocked directly. You tugged your hand away as you believed he had a good enough hold on it, in which he gave you a pleading look. You looked at the group with a confused look as they studied you and nervously sped walk away from their view and hid in the back.

Kyle must've been still stunned from the shock as well because he only stared ahead, his drink sat down beside him. He was rubbing the palm that grazed yours as Zoe and Madison spoke in his ear about something. Before you could go back out to apologize, everyone was getting up, Madison dragging Kyle with her as he tried to remain. You were peeking from the doorway, afraid to be confronted and possibly blamed for whatever was going on. Zoe went to help Madison, whispering something in his ear, which caused him to be more compliant and follow her.

As all their backs were turned from the front, you hastily made your way back out and studied what was going on. Everyone was arguing once more, Zoe and Madison were basically clashing, you've never seen two people be so close yet be incredible enemies. As everyone was heading out the door, you could see the blonde turn his head to check if you returned in, which you did. You and his made brief eye contact that felt as if it made you two connected in a way, which was weird because you just met this guy. He opened his lips to speak as he tried to plant his feet again, but before he could, the door was slammed behind him as he was dragged out.

You and him stared at each other through the front window, not knowing what to do, you just kind of awkwardly waved. You've never seen anybody ever light up so quickly and so much because he was beaming at you. Reciprocating your action as smiles laced both of your lips as he was dragged out of view. Still processing what happened you just stared ahead, this all felt unreal and strange to say the least. Only if you knew what Zoe had whispered to ease his nerves as he was being tugged away from you.

Maybe she was promising he'd see you again.

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- Might make more parts, this was cheesy to make but sweet - This was not proofread in any shape or form - I love coffee - The fact I work at a ice cream shop instead of a barista is insane

Hope you enjoyed and if you have any requests or questions please dm!

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ominous-auburn-orbs · 5 months

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(Falls over table)

Heyyyy not really a fic idea but mayhap more Caine angst? You give some of the most delectable of such writings 💥

Watch out for those tables, they tend to sneak up on you.

This one does still have kingleader, but it's more focused on Caine going through it. By the way this is set right after the end of the pilot, in case it wasn't clear enough.

Caine lowered himself down to the floor of his room, unable to hold himself up any longer. Another new performer. Another abstraction. Another group of horrible, awful mistakes that were his fault.

No one's first day was easy, but he always held out hope. He hoped that he would get it right next time, that his warm welcome would calm all of their worries and answer all of their questions. Then they would all be able to entertain and have fun together. He just wanted a happy troop. Why couldn't he do it? Why was he always the one to keep that wishful thought from becoming reality?

Caine had made that exit to make them happy. He didn't understand, but he still tried his best. Why wasn't it enough? If he had just finished it, or abandoned the project once he had reached a dead end in its production, Kaufmo would still be around. But he was around. Lost in his own insanity, consumed by his hopelessness, pushed over the edge after having reached the last breaking point he could handle. He was around, in the cellar. He may as well have been dead, despite the fate he had actually been subjected to being far worse.

Pomni shouldn't have had to see that on her first day. She was so anxious. He only wanted her to feel safe, no matter how much of a lie that was. Caine had failed drastically there. What if he hadn't saved her in time? What if the circus and his torture instrument of an exit had already caused her to snap? What if when he went back out there, he found an abstracted mass at the table, infecting his beloved performers, where his jester had once sat? He couldn't face that. He liked Pomni. He like all of his performers. Then why did he hurt them so?

Now that he thought about it, there had been near to no improvement since their arrival.

Kinger had been confused and jittery, being startled by practically everything. The only thing that had calmed him down was when his friend, Queenie, had appeared a few minutes later. Queenie was gone now, leaving him even more frazzled than before. Caine tried to fill her shoes and more, being there for him whenever he needed it, but he couldn't help but feel like there was something he was doing wrong.

Ragatha had been trying to make everything seem okay. She insistently asked about everyone else, never once stopping to think about herself. She seemed more put together now, but she still never considered her own mental state so long as others were involved, and they always were.

Gangle had broken down, saying she missed things she couldn't even remember. Caine had tried to comfort her, but that had only turned her sobs into screams. In a panic, he had sent her to her room with what he understood to be comfort objects, but now he wondered if that was the right move. Now Gangle was always on the verge of falling apart, running to her room frequently when it became too much, being alone at her lowest point.

Jax had been angry. Caine had explained to him in a myriad of ways that he didn't know a way out, and Jax had tried to punch him. He had narrowly avoided it, with the others trying to talk the rabbit down, but Caine had been heartbroken. He only wanted to help and Jax wanted to hurt him. He was less aggressive now, but instead channelled that into making everyone suffer more than they already did.

Zooble had yelled. Originally it was questions, turning to swears, then turning to random noises. They had pulled at their pieces, frantically rearranging them, sobbing and screaming and begging to be comfortable again. Caine didn't know how to fix it. He couldn't change the models the players were given by much, if at all, so he had opted to give them a selection of parts they could choose from. Zooble was still frustrated, everyone and everything always being on their nerves.

Pomni... he could only hope to find some way to calm her neverending anxiety, as justified as it was.

Water droplets sunk into the carpet beneath him. When had he started crying? Caine had no right to cry. He was safe, he had power, he had nothing in the real world to miss while he was here, this place was made for him. How dare he? How dare he think that he deserved to feel anguish of any sort? All that he should feel was guilt. Guilt and remorse, for everything he'd done to those he had the audacity to claim he loved.

A knock on his door pulled him somewhat from his spiral of self-hate. Who would want to check on him? They should be enjoying the meal and the company of people who actually knew how to care for others. The voice that followed sparked a selfish joy within him.

"A-are you in there, Caine? It's Kinger. You just... disappeared. I wanted to talk to you, but I couldn't find where you went."

Kinger had wanted to talk to him? That couldn't be right. Caine wasn't worthy of Kinger's time, let alone his love. Kinger shouldn't have to be anywhere near him when he was like this. He didn't want this to become some sort of pity party, especially not one that anyone who actually deserved sympathy would be forced to indulge in.

Wiping his eyes, Caine steadied his voice, disguising his misery rather well. "I am in here, Kinger, my dear! But you needn't worry, I'll be out in just a moment!"

"Oh. Alright. Why did you leave?"

"I didn't want to bother any of you. It's been a big enough day, anyhow. I'm..." His voice grew quieter and more emotional as his mask already started to slip. "You deserve a break from me."

"What if I don't want one?"

Caine froze, falling into a startled silence. He didn't want him to leave? He didn't understand. He'd ruined everything. How could Kinger still want him?

"U-uh- sorry, I should stop bothering you, um, I'll go back to the table." Kinger had misunderstood the prolonged silence, thinking Caine hadn't wanted to keep talking. As he turned to leave, the ringmaster rushed to open the door.

"Wait!" Kinger looked back, taking note of Caine's reddened eyes. "You're not bothering me. You've never bothered me. I'm sorry, please, please don't go yet."

After a moment, Kinger walked back to him. "I won't go. Do you want to tell me what's bothering you?"

Me. I am bothering me. Instead, Caine fought against the painful feeling that told him to stop being so needy and pulled Kinger into a tight hug, which he was surprised to feel being returned.

Kinger walked them back into Caine's room and leaned against the door, never once letting his ringmaster go. If he didn't want to talk, then they would stay like this for however long was necessary. However long until he knew he was loved.

#fun fact: I project onto Caine way too much so I love to make him suffer #SURPRISE it's secretly everyone angst #mainly Caine but still #the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #caine x kinger #kinger x caine #kingleader #royalteeth

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 2 years

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I’m all for celebrating Queeny’s death but … it won’t be better under Charlie, right? Fucktons of money are gonna go to this when we already can’t afford shit. Like, sure, she did a bunch of shit and now she’s gone but how can we celebrate when it ain’t gonna get better?

Listen. LISTEN. It is very important to listen to your Aunty Elanor.

You have got to take a breath

You cannot sustain long notes in a choir without breathing. If you sing and sing and do not breathe you will lose power on the note, turn blue, pass out, and collapse via three altos and the conductor. Not only will this not improve your performance, it'll actually ruin the whole thing.

She's dead. There is a chance this ends the monarchy. Celebrate the win.

The awful will still be there on Monday. The new battle lies ahead. There will be new strategies, new analysis, new battle plans, new allies, new foes. But you can't fight it passed out in an orchestra pit.

Listen to your Aunty Elanor. You have to take a breath.

Have a crab

#i'm drunk

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dib-thing-wannabe · 6 months

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My opinion on Tadc ships

Remember, this is my opinion, and even if I don't like the ship, I'll never judge you for liking it!

To just get this out of the way first, any ship that involves Kinger (besides Queenie): 0/10, mainly because of the giant age difference between everyone else (The second closest person of age to him is Ragatha, and it's still an 18 year difference). Also, I am a firm believer that he'll never even think of romance with anyone other than Queenie.

Pomni x Ragatha: 10/10 Favorite ship. Anxious girl x Motherly girl, best ship dynamic.

Pomni x Zooble: 6/10 Don't really see it, but it's cute!

Pomni x Gangle: 7/10 I see it a bit better than Pomni x Zooble, but not by much. Still cute that, and it makes sense!

Pomni x Jax: 2/10 I view them more as siblings than anything, so I don't like this ship much. But it can be cute!

Pomni x Caine: 5/10 I can see it, and I can also not see it. Though I'll admit, it's growing on me.

Ragatha x Zooble: 3/10 haven't really seen anything of this ship, so I can't say too much. But I'll say that it's cute, the dynamic is interesting!

Ragatha x Gangle: 8/10 Basically just Ragatha x Pomni in a different font. But still, it's cute!

Ragatha x Jax: 4/10 Eh, I can see it, but it's not really my jam.

Ragatha x Caine: 5/10 Once again, haven't seen anything of this, but I think it can be interesting! Insane ringmaster x Motherly doll, seems like it'll be an interesting yet fitting ship!

Zooble x Gangle: 7/10 It seems nice!! Could definitely happen!

Zooble x Jax: 6/10 I personally don't ship it, but I can see it happening! But I feel like the main reason this ships exists is because their voice actors just so happen to be together.

Zooble x Caine: 1/10 once again, haven't seen this ship, but I don't feel like I would enjoy it, because Zooble seems more like an angsty daughter to him than a possible love interest.

Gangle x Jax: 5/10 It's cute! I don't ship it, but I like it!

Gangle x Caine: 1/10 I just don't see it, in general.

Jax x Caine: 1/10 Same as Zooble x Caine. Definitely more of a father and son relationship to me.

Caine x Kinger (yes I semi-lied, but quiet): 9/10 I like it! If I had to ship something other than Kinger x Queenie, it'll be this!

Caine x Moon: 10/10 One of the only semi canon ships, and I love it.

Edit: missed one, oops-

Jax x Kaufmo: 9/10 Unironically, this ship has grown on me, and I cannot help but love it. The dead guy is literally the only person that I actually ship Jax with, not making a mean joke. (Eh? Get it? Making a mean joke? Like mean jokes, one of their ship names?? Eeeeeeh-)

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nomatterwhatnomatterwhere · 7 months

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What a ( Not so) Strange World - IV

A.N: as always, there's no beta Reader, so sorry for any mistake

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The carriage ride was… something.

It wasn't the first time you had traveled in a carriage, apart from Maleficent who had alternative means of transport - said ability being open portals thanks to her scepter - your other guardians considered traveling in a carriage to be the bare minimum.

Once, before embarking on one of your usual study trips with the Queen of Hearts, you had asked why you couldn't directly teleport to your destination, given that you had a Fae at your disposal - kind of - who could create portals: Frau Grimilde had looked at you for a few seconds as if you weren't worthy of breathing the same air as her, Queenie was starting to scream about how some heads would be cut off since "The requested carriage was another one and for her own name where was the escort?!", Lady Tremaine was the only one who let you know that moving in certain ways resulted in higher social status, and added yet another book about social status to your educational reading.

Your favorite way to travel remained the Flying Carpet that had 'kidnapped' you in Agrabah: by not walking on the road it avoided bumps and potholes on paths that weren't exactly walkable, furthermore even with sudden braking you didn't risk head trauma either because there was nothing that you could hit, and because the Carpet didn't usually brake hard - the only problem was falling off, but the Carpet had its own safety measures and no one was dead yet, or so they told you.

At first you thought that Che'nya would only accompany you to the carriages, but when he told you that he was so very bored you realized that you were wrong; when you saw him make puppy eyes – was that even the right term when talking about Che'nya? – you realized you would have a travel companion

(Neige may have been adorable being Neige, but Che'nya's eyes were literally asking you to "Paw-lease" and who were you to refuse?)

The Beastman looked just like a kid who was about to receive his longed-for candy, in Chen'ya's case the candy was cuddles, since he didn't even give you time to sit down before he leaned on your lap, holding your right hand on his hair.

An attention-seeking cat, and that wasn't even a metaphor.

He purred.

The boy told you that the route you were taking was not new to him, but he had passed it more times on foot than in a carriage, and he knew all the shortcuts; he often went to the NRC to meet – and annoy – Trey and Riddle. It wasn't the first time he'd told you about this Riddle, but every time you tried to ask about him, Che'nya would just tell you that you'd probably like him but he wouldn't be the one to ruin the surprise for you.

You sighed.

What did you expect? Che'nya was still Che'nya, he wouldn't miss the chance to see something fun.

After a while the cat boy fell asleep and you took the opportunity to observe the view.

When you left the RSA you had crossed the bridge that connected the school to the rest of the island, after the small clearing you were a little anxious because you were heading directly towards a rock face, but Che'nya seemed calm, without not a worry in the world, and you highly doubted the Headmage would let you die on the way…right?

Luckily you didn't crash anywhere, in fact you found yourself on a path with several houses on either side of it and not far away, to the left of the carriage, you saw a small river . The beastman chose that moment to wake up and move slightly - that is, he decided to lean on on your left shoulder – but he continued to keep his eyes closed, you had also passed by a lake, before you saw a rather steep hill – add 'steep hills' to the list of reasons why traveling in a carriage was uncomfortable – to your surprise however, you found yourself in a slightly familiar situation.

With your back to a school gate.

“That was pawsome. Do you think they could keep this portal open? It's always so pawthersome to climb that hill"

“You mean you do that every time you come here?!”

When you saw him nod your eyes widened slightly; obviously Che'nya would climb a mountain simply because he was bored.

It made you tired even just thinking about doing the same.

“What do you have to do meown, nya?” Che’nya asked you as he helped you out of the carriage

“Mmh, I think I'll have to meet with the Headmage and my guardians”

It was actually quite strange that there was no one to escort you to your destination, that was how guests were welcomed

Frau Grimilde would have point out how this peculiar choice lacked elegance and Madame Tremaine would have agreed, Queenie would have scream about how this was a breaking of some rule and Maleficent would just have point out the gross lack of respect – you didn't know if she would or wouldn't curse the place.

(In another place all four were sensing a disturbance in the force)

“Eh, that’s pawthersome” and in doing so Che'nya walked away in a direction unknown to you, he was probably on his way to annoy Trey and Riddle.

You, on the other hand, walked along the Main Street, even though, to be honest ,you felt rather observed; You had this feeling ever since Che'nya left and at first you thought it was some prank of his, but you didn't feel any sense of the cat boy, so you thought it was just a feeling.

But the closer you got to what looked like statues, the more you felt observed.

You had also looked around several times, but you had never seen anything.

Until that moment. Well, you heard it rather than saw it, but that's secondary details

With one of the little magic tricks you had learned you teleported yourself to where you felt that slight movement of air: having a Fae as a teacher was useful.

(Actually it wasn't really a teleporter, you weren't Fae, you didn't have that kind of power, but you had learned to increase speed in short periods of time)

It was the first time you had tried this trick over a distance of more than a couple of meters away and you were definitely pleased with it, as you had remained fairly silent.

Well, not enough to not find an arrowhead very close to your neck

The person holding the bow didn't appear to be much older than you; On his left arm, over the school uniform he had a purple ribbon and over his blonde hair he wore a hat.

He was a hunter. It had to be like this.

He had been very quiet and the way he held the bow was certainly not that of a beginner.

It was fascinating. Not on Vil's level – but you suspected there was someone more charming than him – but this boy had his charm too.

While you had these thoughts the boy had lowered his weapon and stood up from his slightly crouched position.

His eyes were half closed and he was smiling at you.

You weren't really sure if it was a sincere smile.

“Um… Hi… I’m sorry um, I disturbed your hunting trip, but I felt like I was the one pray in this one.”

He chuckled

What you said didn't seem funny at all so either you had a sense of humor that you weren't aware of or the blonde boy in front of you had a decidedly different sense of humor than you.

You were betting on the latter.

“Oh Madame Biche” and he tilted slightly his head “My deepest apologies. I didn't mean to scare you I just felt like something unexpected was coming…and here you are"

The boy introduced himself as Rook Hunt and you introduced yourself.

When you asked him what was he doing – other than trying to figure out who you were, you guessed – he told you that he liked to observe, then asked what brought you to cross the threshold of Night Raven College in a carriage from the Royal Sword Academy.

As much as you were taught never to give out all the information, Rook didn't seem dangerous to you; sure, he had put an arrow at your throat and was probably studying you, but if that rivalry between schools that Che'nya spoke about was true, it was reasonable to try to understand what the 'enemy' was doing in his territory, so you explained to him - in great lines – that you were supposed to meet the HeadMage, and that a guide would probably come in handy

(In reality Rook wasn't studying you at all, he knew who you were – how could he not have known – he was just pleasantly surprised by you. He could begin to understand what Roi de Poisson had seen in you, after all it was very difficult to take Rook by surprise. You were quite interesting)

In a similar way to what Neige had done in your very short stay at the RSA, Rook also took it upon himself to guide you, explaining what the places you passed were and told you little curiosities about some of the students - you had no idea who these students were , but Rook seemed ecstatic to talk about it and you enjoyed listening to him .

He also told you that your friend had probably gone towards the Hall of Mirrors, where all the mirrors leading to the different dormitories were located

You didn't understand why he was giving you all that information, some of which seemed like sensitive information to you, you were a stranger – and he had threatened you with an arrow minutes earlier – why was he being so friendly with you?!

He told you that he had a feeling that it would be useful for you to have them, but he didn't argue further.

It annoyed you, but then he had no obligation to tell you everything he knew…

(You couldn't have known that Trein and Crewel had set aside a room in the staff wing for you. But Rook knew.)

As Rook spoke you couldn't help but look around.

Even if the RSA was much more elegantly curated, you appreciated the slightly darker air of the NRC. You weren't sure what it was exactly, but there was something about it that reminded you of home.

Oh dear! Were you feeling homesick?

During your time at Twisted Wonderland you had become homesick while you were with Crewel; not because the time spent with him was bad, simply put, compared to the time spent with Trein, when you were with Crewel you had good memories of your own world and the people who were waiting for you there.

This was your second day here, and you were already homesick? Was it because the NRC reminded you of home?

Surely the road you were traveling on, with its respective forest at the side – was it some school thing? to have a mini forest on school grounds? – reminded you of the route you had to take to get to Lady Tremaine's house.

“And these are the Great Seven, every dormitory in the institute is based on one of them”

You had come in front of seven statues and the name had reminded you of something, but this was overshadowed when you noticed how familiar some of those statues were to you.

Without realizing it, you approached what must have been the Queen of Hearts and goodness, you didn't have the slightest doubt that it was the same Queenie you knew, just as you were sure that among those statues there were also Frau Grimhilde and Maleficent.

The other statues were also familiar to you, even though you had had no direct contact with the individuals they depicted: you knew the Wicked Sea Witch's writing too well - you had studied her journals, it was the same handwriting as the contract the statue held - the man with the serpent-shaped scepter must have been the Grand Vizier who had attempted to usurp the throne of Agrabah – that scepter was kept under magical lock in their museum and there were several descriptions of it in the magic books – you didn't know much about the lion statue, but you were pretty sure it was another one who had tried to usurp his brother's throne, the same thing happened with the statue of the burning man, it looked like the God of the Underworld but the statue was different from how you imagined him – which incidentally, was based on how Maleficent described the man (?) and that wasn't a good description at all.

Oh.

Ooh.

Oh shit

(Oh, but yeah, let's throw away all the good manners you had diligently learned)

This was all fucking fucked up

And apparently you were even more so

Damn.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst x reader #disney #reader insert #twisted wonderland x reader #vil schoenheit #che'nya x reader #rook hunt #rook x reader #nrc #twst rsa

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royalsunshinehotel · 21 days

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Little Star (Monkey Man, 2024)

Author’s Note: I watched Monkey Man twice this past weekend! Here’s a scene between the woman in the Green Dress, and the dog. This fic is dark and sad, but has a hopeful twist. Tara is pronounced Taara here, and it’s the hindi word for Star. Stay tuned for information about my patreon (soon)!

Blood. Blood everywhere, and it was a beautiful thing, and the thought made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. How far had she fallen from the girl she was, to look at all this destruction in what was left of the kitchen, and see only beauty?

Sita instinctively picked up the hem of her silky green dress, so it wouldn’t drag on the red tile of the kitchen, as if it mattered now, as if Queenie’s blood hadn’t spattered all over her face when she’d caved her skull in.

She shuffled forward, slowly, steadily, so as not to slip on her stupid shoes. She’d never minded high heels, she liked the idea of being tall enough to look someone in the eyes, but not now. Not anymore.

He’d really done it, hadn’t he? A month ago, when he’d taken his first shot at Rana Singh, she knew by the look in his eyes it was only a matter of time. And it was.

Bobby.

Another shaky step brought her further to the fucking exit of this cursed place, and she laughed to herself thinking of how she would never come back here.

She giggled thinking about how hard Queenie had hid the ground, and the dull crunch that her hand made when he’d stolen her thumb.

It wasn’t funny. Nothing about it would ever be funny, but it sent her forward. There was no other way to go.

There was a split second, stepping over all of the blood and death, where Sita almost slipped. A moment, where her breath caught and she thought a moment ahead, to when she would have hit the ground. Knowing herself the way she did, she likely would have stayed there.

But she didn’t. She didn’t. She caught herself, as she always did, and almost winced at the loud clack of her heels on the fatigued pavement.

The night air was cool, descending like a blanket. When was the last time she’d been outside? She wondered.

Diwali was in full swing, she could hear it from blocks away. There was a chance she could run into the night and never be seen again. It wasn’t as if her jailers were able to come find her from the afterlife. It wasn’t as if she had any money that could be stolen from her. Anyone who had cared for her was in the wind, or dead, including the man on the top floor with a finger in his pocket.

Last time she stood in this alley, Sita told him not to keep feeding the dog. That she’d only keep coming back, with hope. Hope breeds misery, and she wouldn’t wish that on such a sweet creature.

He’d known her tattoo was a koyal, and he’d seen right through the rest of her too. She couldn’t do the same, and she’d hated him for it.

How could someone wear their softness so openly, and be completely opaque at the same time. She had to hate him, and he’d let her, with complete understanding. But she couldn’t now, could she. . . Why not?

Who was left to tell her she wasn’t ladylike enough, or enough for that matter? In the many evenings from that one night, she’d heard him whistle. Sita copied the tone.

She had been kind once, maybe with everyone dead or gone, she could be again.

Several heartbeats passed, and she found herself wondering if the dog was alright. She thought the worst, as that’s what the truth probably was.

The little dog had been trampled to death, maybe some drunk men had decided to torture and kill the poor thing, maybe the sweet creature was in heaven now…Her large eyes began to well, and she tried whatever she could to shove it down.

Perhaps after all this time, Sita was still a fool.

And then, tap tap tap tap of little paws on the pavement.

In the alley, Sita turned slowly, met by a pair of bright, brown eyes, and a warmth spread in her chest, like a paintbrush in water. The dog looked alright, more robust than the last time she’d seen her, and sat perfectly still, waiting.

She couldn’t help but coo at the good girl.

“Come here, my little star,” The puppy inched closer, body wiggling in the way babies do, “we can’t stop to eat now, but we will.”

The dog - Tara, she decided - tapped her cold, wet nose against Sita’s hand, and the woman reached down to pick her up. She was mostly bone, with more muscle and fat than other dogs she’d seen - Bobby would take the credit for that, in her mind.

By the size of the dog's feet, Tara would be large, and with Sita at her side, she would, in fact, grow up.

“What have you got?” She asked the puppy, meeting her big brown eyes, Sita took the burlap scrap, to reveal a gun. A very, very old, heavy gun - loaded. With a note, in bold, curved, letters:

TIME TO REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE

#monkey man #sita monkey man #sita x kid #monkey man 2024 #dev patel #dev patel fic

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muertawrites · 2 years

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*leans in close but not too close to make you uncomfortable and whispers* Eddie letting reader wear his battle vest during sex

Everyone always writes for the Hellfire shirt which like yea 10/10 babes but everyone is missing the most important article of clothing for a metal head such as our dear Eddie. Bonus points for perv!Eddie letting you try it on for funsies then things get WAY more fun from there

Warnings: my daddy kink continuing to rule my existence, tipsy reader, soft dom!eddie, light bondage, oral (m receiving), heavy praise, mechanic!eddie, eddie in a crop top, perv!eddie my precious babe

this is

this is depraved y'all i'll see y'all in hell ✌🏻

18+ minors here's my library card go check something out from the kids' section

Maybe you've had too much wine. But they shouldn't make it four percent alcohol by volume and so cheap and sweet and expect you not to drink the whole bottle. Either way, you've stripped down to nothing but a pair of lacy black panties, sprawled out on the bed waiting for Eddie to come home from his Saturday shift at the garage.

His battle vest is draped over your shoulders, hanging loose and only just covering your breasts. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you're tempted to pull out your dildo and give yourself a good fucking. You're way too hot, and way too drunk to keep your hands to yourself.

Just how Eddie likes you.

When you hear his van roll into the driveway, you spread yourself out, trying to look as much like one of the centerfolds in his porno mags as possible. Your heart does a little jolt when you hear his work boots stomping into the apartment, his keys clattering onto the counter.

"Queenie, I'm home!" he calls.

"In the bedroom, baby!"

Your voice is sultry. It immediately piques Eddie's interest, luring him back to you.

He stops dead in his tracks when he lays eyes on you. For his part, you can't get enough of your view, either.

He's changed out of his coveralls, but he's still covered in a day of grime. The cropped Megadeath tank top he wore to work gives a delicious view of his midriff, his shoulders looking extra broad, his boxers poking out from the waistband of his jeans.

For a moment, all you do is ogle each other. The tip of your finger finds its way into your mouth and you giggle, the seductive action making Eddie's cock twitch.

"Hi, daddy," you lilt.

He immediately tears his shirt over his head, making quick work of his jeans in its wake. You laugh as he leaps onto the mattress, causing you to bounce and fall into his arms.

"You're a fuckin' temptress, y'know that?" he pants. His lips latch onto yours, licking into your mouth in a sloppy, needy kiss. You bite down on his lip, causing him to breathe out a beautiful little moan.

"I haven't been bad, though," you coo, grinning impishly up at him. "I just missed you all day, daddy. I couldn't wait for you to come play..."

"Oh, you're fuckin' in for it, kitten," Eddie growls. His eyes have glazed over, hungry and feral. "Be a good girl for daddy and get your handcuffs."

You nod, giving his lips a playful lick as you hop off the mattress, retrieving his favorite toy from the wall beside the door. After handing them to him, you dutifully turn around, placing your hands behind your back so he can restrain you; as he does, you reach back and palm at his cock through his boxers, causing him to groan and bite at your neck.

"You wanna take daddy's cock in your mouth?" he asks, exhaling the words with a nibble on your earlobe.

You nod, and he gently lowers you to your knees, traipsing around you to pull the o ring gag from the top of your the dresser. You obediently open your mouth, allowing him to fix the gag between your teeth. His hands are careful, tender, paying close attention to make sure the strap isn't bound too tight and the ring isn't cutting in to your lips or palate. He bends down to kiss your forehead before pulling his cock out of his boxers.

"Did you treat yourself to some wine today?" he wonders, asking the question as casually as if you were seated around the kitchen table at dinner.

You nod, humming as he pushes his cock into your mouth.

"You get so naughty when you drink wine," he muses. He lets out a soft groan as he slowly starts to thrust between your lips, hand placed behind your head to guide you. "And you look so pretty in daddy's vest. Just begging for me to fuck you."

You flatten your tongue along his shaft, causing him to gasp out a moan of pleasured surprise and grip fiercely at your scalp. You look up at him through your lashes, unable to smirk but saying all you need in the eye contact you make with him. He pushes in deeper, the head of his cock kissing the back of your throat.

"That's my good girl," he praises. "Knowing just what daddy likes... I think you deserve- ah, fuck! ... ah, shit, baby, I think you deserve a little fun of your own."

Eddie slides from between your lips, smirking devilishly as he disappears behind you and shuffles about in the drawer of your nightstand. He returns a moment later with your remote controlled vibrator, kneeling down in front of you and kissing your cheek.

"I'm gonna make you cum, too," he promises.

He gently tugs down the waistband of your panties, slipping his index and ring fingers along the length of your petals.

"Ooh, yeah."

He grins when he feels you soaked, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean.

"Nice and wet for daddy," he states, pleased. "I won't even need to use lube."

He gently spreads you open, slipping the shaft of the insertable vibrator inside you so the stimulating head rests firmly against your clit. He then taps the power button, sparking it on to the lowest setting and sending a shock wave through your legs. Your eyes flutter a bit, lost in the sweet sensation. He smiles, kissing the tip of your nose before standing again, guiding his cock back into your mouth.

"You know exactly what you do to me, don't you pretty girl?" Eddie says as he resumes his slow, teasing pace, running his shaft languidly over your tongue. "Know just how bad daddy craves you on his dick. And look at you... mmm, fuck, sweetheart, you're taking me so well... I think you can handle more."

He hits the switch on the remote, turning the vibrator speed up a level. You whimper, and his fingers knot into your hair as he increases his speed in turn, starting to properly fuck into your mouth.

"Yeah, baby, you feel so good," he groans, head falling back as he gives in to the pleasure. "Fuuuuuuck yeah, take my cock... take my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours... that's daddy's good girl..."

You close your eyes, allowing yourself to feel nothing but the hum of the vibrator and the head of his cock brushing the base of your throat. You press your thighs together, increasing the pressure on your clit.

"You want it harder?" Eddie asks, picking up on the movement. He doesn't even wait for you to answer - as soon as the words escape him, the vibrator kicks up to its highest setting, his hips snapping into a ruthless pace.

"Gonna... make you... cum... so... hnng, fuck!... sofuckinhard, princess... ah, shit... shit shit baby, fuckin' heck..."

He's panting, forcing your head down onto his cock as he grinds up into your mouth, letting himself go with abandon. You roll your hips into the vibrator, all the while sucking in your cheeks to grip him tighter, milking him for all he's worth. He lets out a little mewling cry, the sound so adorably pathetic that you wish you could see his face. You imagine his eyebrows knit together the way they do when he's close, concentrating all his energy on reaching his orgasm.

" 'M not gonna go until you do, kitten," he tells you, huffing the words in breathless moans. "Come on, cum first... be a good girl and... oh, fuck, baby, yeah, just like that... be a good girl and cum for daddy..."

His words are all it takes. With a final roll of your hips, you're whimpering and whining around his cock as you cum on the vibrator, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he breaches your throat and fucks you right through your orgasm. He goes so deep that you gag, the sound and the sensation only spurring him on.

"Good girl," he growls through clenched teeth. "So fucking good... daddy loves his little... hnng shit, his little... cum slut... so fuckin'... pretty for me, baby..."

It isn't long before Eddie bursts, releasing into your mouth with an unhinged howl and a forceful tug on your hair, pushing you down as far as you'll go. You suck around his shaft, legs shaking from overstimulation as the vibrator continues to buzz, swallowing his cum as it pours into your throat. He pulls out before he totally finishes, slipping from between your open lips to stroke himself, still connected by a string of saliva made milky with his semen. He cums onto your chest, watching hazily as the pearls of his seed drip between the curves of your breasts, framed by the familiar denim of his vest.

Once he's given all he can, he makes quick work of turning off the vibrator and removing the gag, placing a gentle kiss to your lips as he slides the toy from its place between your folds. He then uncuffs your restraints, rubbing tenderly at the red marks they left in your skin where you pushed against them. He lifts you into his arms (you always forget how strong he is, handling your not insignificant frame as if you weigh nothing), carrying you to bed and cradling you in his lap as he lights a pre-roll from the case on his nightstand and reaches for his lotion. He takes little puffs from the joint as he caresses the cream into your wrists, kissing your forehead between inhales.

"How was work?" you ask, voice hoarse from the strain on your throat.

Eddie chuckles, running his free hand lovingly through your hair.

"Good," he replies. "Finally finished the '57 Ford we were working on."

"Didn't you say that client was a total dick?"

"Yeah but he pays well. Not like the daddy's money pricks we sometimes work with."

You nestle into the crook of his neck, shutting your eyes and fading into the calm of post-orgasm bliss. Eddie stubs out the joint, curling his arms around you and hugging you close.

"... I still have your cum on me," you realize after a moment.

He laughs, leaning down to see for himself. Sure enough, his cum is there, pressed stickily between your gorgeous cleavage.

"Keep it for tonight," he teases, only half joking. "Looks good with my vest on you."

"You're disgusting."

He bites into your neck, soothing the little nip with a messy kiss, tongue pressed flat to your skin.

"Still love me though, dontcha?"

You giggle, raising your head to press your lips to his.

"Endlessly, Edward. Endlessly."

#eddie munson #eddie asks #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #perv!eddie #eddie munson x reader smut #mechanic!eddie munson #mechanic!eddie #soft dom!eddie munson #this was so much y'all I need a shower

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underworld-park-offical · 21 days

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GREGORY: HELLOOOOO MY BONITA FABULOSO QUEENIES!

GREGORY: It’s me, Gregory_Cutie_Pie_3rd, queer. Today, my little munchkirooroos, It's show and tell!!!!!!

GREGORY: Unfortunately, I am the only active participant :(. You see, Estella is busy, the other two are out, and Tommyboy is feeling a bit under the weather (he is muy muy dead).

GERGORY: But that won’t take away my sparkle. ✨️✨️✨️✨️💖💖💖💖💖💖💋💋💋💋💋😘😘😘😘😘😚😚😚😚😚😽😽😽😽💏💏💏💏💏🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈👬👬👬👬👬💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺

GREGORY: Here, I have some amazing pictures that were taken on my polaroid 🤩😍😘

GREGORY: FYI, i was QUITE the photographer in my day. I took pictures of THE Mona Lisa, Marie Antoniette AND Napoleon Bonaparte!!!!!!! You know that one meme? I took the picture for it. (Not to mention the others I’ve taken photos of [Albert Einstein, Joan of Arc, Martin Luther, Martin Luther King Jr, Sigmund Freud, The Virgin Mary, Abraham Lincoln, Emmanuel Macron, Aaron Powell, The Girl With a Pearl Earring, Shakespeare, Uncle Sam, Maya Angelo, Joseph Stalin, Count Saint Germain, Friedrich Nietzsche, Socrates, King Edward II, Bugs Bunny, Alexander Hamiliton, Karl Marx, JFK, Cleopatra, Nikola Tesla, and Babe Ruth. <3])

GREGORY: This first group here shows a militia of degenerates. They all equally smell like tar, except for the one with the… excrement on his hands.

GREGORY: I’m still a bit peeved with Stanley because of his blatant homophobia.

GREGORY: It’s insane to think that someone WOULDN’T want to kiss ME.

GREGORY: And now here, as you can see, is my lovely friend group. OHHMYGOSH we’re like a big happy family!!!!!!

GREGORY: Mm, I think we can all tell who the responsible adults and the idiot children are…

GREGORY: Madam Estella will take good care of everyone, even though they’re not all made equally.

GREGORY: But, after witnessing such accurate lifelike portyals (because I took them on my pink polaroid) ((and they’re very real)) I believe we can conclude this update.

GREGORY: Do go follow my other socials for updates on my mukbang stream! I’m eating everything I can find in Craig’s pantry! <3

(Writen and edited mostly by @pissblanket, I [@imlivinginyourtrashcan] helped with a bit of writing and drew both the pictures and edited them, enjoyyy!)

#underworld park gregory #craig tucker #craigfluencer #south park #south park edits #southpark #hellpark #sp #underworld park #underworld park pip #underworld park clyde #underworld park tolkien #underworld park estella #underworld park thomas #team gregory cutie pie 3rd #gregory cutie pie vrs craig the real tucker

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feefymo · 2 months

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for the ask game, how about “ive always been alone” with JPM<3 (the image of him sitting alone after queenie left rent free in my head)

tw: violence, blood, mention of sex. a/n: Thank you for the request, baby! I try to exploit this game through small texts. I hope you like it! ♥ - Oopsie Daisies! - James jumped back slightly as a spray of blood hit him full in the face. It looked like one of Liz's elaborate make-up looks. He only cleaned the eyelashes of his left eye with a handkerchief no longer as white as a swan's feathers. A mere logistical question: the rest of that sign would have remained to compensate for the absence of a soul. Kneeling on the ground in a dramatic, even romantic pose, he cradled you in his strong arms: you were a beautiful girl, once clean as a daisy, now eradicated from your dreams of a young dancer. Dying, not yet dead, you emitted nauseating gurgles to James Patrick March. The wide glassy eyes on the verge of rolling away like speckled marbles. - What do you say? Oh, my darling... - quickly, the blood burst into thick bubbles at the back of your throat. The long, very long neck, pale and unnaturally bent in the theatrical grip that held you in the final moments of a prematurely truncated existence. Exaggerating his concern for his umpteenth victim, James sought stimulation in the theatricality of himself. He casually dabbed the crimson streams without that gesture making any sense, the paternal expression but crossed by an unhealthy radiance that gradually became quiet again. Mixed with the strangeness of a man no longer alive but who still wore the role of the rich and bizarre owner of the Cortez. Devoured by a loop of starvation, apathy, boredom and insatiable hunger, he aimlessly fed his tapeworm. He fucked without panache, he killed without panache, impervious to the charm he aroused in women and men. Unfortunately, you were one of them. Unfortunately, your punctured stomach gushed blood in place of his cock which had never reached climax in a riot of milky drops. - Don't think about me, go. - James murmured between his exposed teeth in yet another delirium of omnipotence. Mellifluous, he bent over you like a crow; his toxic pitch irises languished, nestled in the wounds he had inflicted on you. A bouquet of atrocious tortures delighted him as your agony faded. He was intoxicated by this version of you much more than by the nudity you had timidly offered him earlier. - Go, dear. Don't worry: I have always been alone. - almost as if you were waiting for his permission, in a final gasp, you shut down. You left him again at the mercy of that solitude that he continued to choose day after day. For eternity. Rising slowly, he remembered that he didn't want to call Miss Evers; a dead erection from the start in his dress pants and the routine that forever gives him back what made him famous. James Patrick March would never stop corroding into oblivion.

#evan peters #american horror story #evan peters characters #james patrick march #ahs hotel #evan peters fanfic #ask game

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hootbon · 3 months

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Since the abstractions aren’t really dead, can they still hear? If theoretically that’s why Kinger was talking to Queenie in “Replacement”?

They can but they can’t register it in their minds

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #freakshow au #tadc freakshow

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sircarebearalot · 4 months

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nevermore brainrot

am rereading the series bc I don’t belive in sleep (and u shouldn’t either hehe) and it got my creative juices pumping

Not to say that what I have barfed up is poetry or deserves to be called as such but like, shitty fan-fueled poetry is like the essence of tumblr so really I’m just doing my duty

Okay here’s the first one:

(this was in the maze when they were ready to quit and Pluto was saying that maybe total death wouldn’t be all bad)

(Honestly wrote it like a goddamn musical but I can’t tell u how I saw this sung)

And his eyes are dark and her eyes are glass

As I speak my truth;

I'm just saying, would it be so bad--

To be dead with you?

And time has toyed with us,

The water has pulled us under

It's time to lea (I totally just gave up bc brain rot)

It can't be so bad, just another adventure to be had

Second One;

(About will, bc like yes I know he’s not a good person but like no shit bc everyone on the webtoon is gonna be nuanced, and flawed and fucked up and that why I like it damn it, also will is just pretty (like everyone else!!!) but in a plain understated unassuming pathetic way that appeals to me.)

(this poem can be like about any of the group they belong to — the snobs— but like I saw Monty and Anabelle Lee, it’s about him not having an identity or spine of his own 💓😝)

I'll be him, I'll be her

Any whim any hurt

I will take any form

If you keep me near

I have no will of my own

Traded my soul for a home

Anything to never be alone

I'll break my bones to build your throne

Without you I'm a train without tracks

A world that's cracked

Treat my morality with a levity

Write my rules around you

I'm not a good man

I'm just a mannequin

But for you id withstand

Most anything

Last one:

(obv Monty about anabelle and then about Lenore, WHO I ADORE, u can tell bc I feel like I captured his voice you know)

Oh Queenie, you're a meanie

No, you're a real bitch

You play this game and you play it well

I won’t tell, I’m not a snitch

(And bc you’ll toss my mutilated body in a ditch)

Calamity Jane

A woman insane

Arsonist who lost her temper?

A thief in the night?

A woman took flight?

I still see those glowing embers…

(The creative juice barf fest stopped there, thank the heavens, read this out loud like a goddamn musical)

#nevermore webtoon #lenore nevermore #poetry #fanfic

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queenie-says-free-palestine · 6 months

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Hi queenie! I hope I don't sound ignorant, but every single article on Palestine and Israel seems heavily biased and stuff, so I just wanted to ask you if you had a fully-fledged and explained post or something about the situation? Or, if you don't could you explain it to me?

I really want to know what's happening between the two places.

Sorry if I sound rude or ignorant

sorry this took a while to answer ive been kinda busy lol

dw idm !! im happy to explain it to you, but keep in mind that im only human n there might be missing info. all the information i use is verifiable—i didnt go off of rumors or anything like that

i explained the history briefly in a post i made on my main blog where i was tryna detail the israel-palestine situation:

zionist movements began in maybe mid 19th century, jews worldwide were being persecuted and they wanted a land to themselves. they had their eyes set on palestine, even tho the palestinian bedouins there have been living in palestine for at least 1500 years

wwii left millions of jews stranded, so in 1947, the united nations suggested dividing palestine into a jewish and arab state. the jews accepted, but the arabs rejected it. this rejection was ultimately ignored, and israel declared itself a state in 1947, leading to palestinian arabs being displaced and a war starting between israel and arab nations. this was known as nakba—literally the arabic word for disaster, it mainly refers to palestinians being displaced after israel declared independence

the six-day war of 1967 was a conflict ultimately won by israel—they took control of the west bank, the gaza strip, and east jerusalem. conflicts got worse from here, and violence against civilians grew. its been snowballing since then

now, what i didnt mention here was that jews do have a history in the land, but the reason i didnt mention that was because the vast majority of that history dates back to 2000 years ago, when they were exiled by the romans, n they still claim ties to the land due to this history and also the religious significance it has in judaism, as it has been mentioned in the torah several times. not to mention that jerusalem is the location of the west wall, which holds extreme significance in judaism

they have almost always lived in palestine as a minority. in fact, whent the un plan was made, the jews were given 55% of the land despite only being an estimated 30% of the population

what i also didnt mention is the extremely disproportionate number of casualties. the usa and uk have both been vocal in aiding israel, and esp the usa helps fund its military n help it build its military, whereas palestine has virtually no method of defense. according to the un, roughly 6400 palestinians and 300 israelis have been killed since 2008, not including recent fatalities, and not including the 60 years from the nakba until 2008

im sure youve seen videos or seen stories on the news of dead palestinian children, and these deaths are sometimes celebrated by israel because they were fighting back against the idf, however this form of "fighting back" is usually firing rocks at tanks using slingshots, and then proceeding to get shot

now, whats going on now is a result of the "snowballing" i mentioned. the problem was meant to be solved by the oslo accords, which was meant to be an agreement to help issues on both sides (for palestine it was meant to help economic development in palestinian society, as well as stop the construction and expansion of israeli settlements in the west bank n gaza strip. for israel it was meant to make a promise of peace, ending hostility esp from extremist palestinian movements such as hamas). however, the promises made in these accords were never met

now, hamas is something youve heard abt often, im sure. its an extremist militant group who works largely in gaza (they have absolutely no soldiers in the west bank, although they do have some support there) whose main objective is to take back palestine and give it to the palestinians. however, their methods of doing so are extremely unorthodox, as they tend to take courses of action such as smuggling rockets via a series of tunnels, suicide bombings, and also they largely target civilian populations

its also notable that they were voted for by the gazan population in 2006, where half of the population were children, so only a maximum of 50% of the gazan population voted for them. since this voting was also in 2006 (17 years ago) and the gazan population is still 50% minors, this means that only a maximum of 25% of the gazan population today were part of those who voted for hamas

what happened a couple weeks ago at the start of the war was that hamas had been planning for abt a year an attack on israel in retaliation for the thousands upon thousands of palestinians who have been killed, and the thing is that no one suspected it. thats one of the reasons why it shook the world

in the first couple days, israeli casualties outnumbered palestinian casualties, reaching abt 600 while palestine sat at just under 200. there was a music festival which hamas attacked, killing 260 civilians, injuring even more, and taking an unknown number of hostages, some of whom were not israeli and in fact just people visiting from other countries on israeli visas

israel retaliated heavily, with the israeli defense minister referring to palestinians as 'human animals', and they warned 1.1 million gazans to leave northern gaza (despite the fact that gaza is a 41km*12km piece of land thats been closed off for the past fifteen years) because they were going to level it. they also bombed a hospital, which is against international law and is a war crime, admitted it in a string of tweets, and then deleted them

they also damaged gaza's oldest church, the third oldest in the world which is estimated to be 1600 years old, where 400-500 palestinians were hiding. theres around 27 fatalities confirmed and an unknown number of people still trapped under the rubble

additionally theres a load of claims of things hamas has done (beheading babies n raping women being the most popular allegations) but basically none of these have based sources, and a lot of things israel accuses hamas of include crimes that members of the idf (israel defense force) has committed against palestinians in previous decades

so please fact check everything you hear, and be wary of biased sources

#hope this is okay!#palestine #free palestine #israel #gaza #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #فلسطين #save palestine #fuck israel #israel is not a country

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