#the reality is probably just that most people crave attention so desperately that they don't even notice what they're doing to get it
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I once found myself foolishly complaining to my old therapist about some deeply unsatisfying exchange I had on tumblr with somebody who had willfully misconstrued what I said and was going after me about what they decided I meant, just because that was what they would rather talk about. You know, the usual. My therapist threw me off my game by just asking my why I post here to begin with, instead of indulging my desire to passionately bitch and moan. She seemed very skeptical about whatever I said, I had the idea that she wanted me to admit that I was either looking for a fight, or attention, or validation from a bad source where I am destined to encounter a lot of friction. (Man o man, if only she knew about the absolutely bonkers and irrational "you are valid" culture we have here...) And I mean, she's right, you ARE destined to encounter a lot of friction on tumblr if you do anything remotely personal with it, but somehow that annoyance can be outweighed by
a) the internal satisfaction of putting your thoughts in order
b) the catharsis of venting, even into the void
c) the small but unignorable possibility that someone will deeply understand what you said, or have something relevant and provocative to add based on their own unique and valuable experience/expertise.
I think about turning off replies all the time now, quite a lot of the time there's someone being rude either on purpose or inadvertently, because they're too obtuse or thoughtless to consider the implications or real usefulness of what they are saying. Sometimes I think about turning off reblogs on everything too, and I'm trying to develop the habit of stopping before I post to ask myself, every single time, how I'm going to feel when some total cretin reblogs something that is obviously either not universally applicable (e.g. just personal in-the-moment venting) or actually not their business (discussion of personal tragedy that you'd think people would have the good sense to leave alone, like just let strangers who need to talk about something do so in peace?). All of these things have happened more and more lately, and I think what would be really great for me is if I developed a much tougher hide, if I developed a mental baleen that filters out all the shit I don't need to care about and lets in all the tasty, nutritious stuff that I'm actually here for, that I like so much that it makes all the chaff totally worth it.
My problem is that I don't have that natural thing that tells you what incoming stimulus is relevant and what you can completely ignore, I'm curious about EVERYTHING especially how other people think and behave. When I hear something insulting or idiotic directed at me I immediately start processing it like it's a mystery that it is my duty to unravel, instead of casually throwing it in the trash like I should. This morning I posted about how I was reminded of a personal tragedy by some stupid thing a business did to me, and I get this complete stranger unloading his own version of that tragedy, only to then condemn me morally for my interaction with the business. Like does he think I'm going to be so humbled by his "direct action" that it's going to change the world? What was the goal besides picking a fight before the sun is all the way up in the sky? Yesterday I posted links to a bunch of film scholarship I published along with some new blu ray releases, literally calling it my life's work, and somebody reblogged it and put in the tags that they don't like one of the movies and they don't know what the other two are. So...what was the point here? Are you planning on buying two expensive collector's editions of movies you don't know by a director you don't like? I mean thanks for promoting my work, I guess if the price of your sponsorship is that you say rude, pointless things that don't mean anything to anyone, then I'll take it? It might have a positive impact on my mental health if I turned off replies and reblogs universally, but then I wouldn't get to hear from any of the smart and nice guys I've met on here who have opened my eyes to all sorts of things. So yeah my Christmas wish or New Year's resolution or whatever is to give a shit much, much more selectively, for the rest of my life.
PS Regarding disagreements on the internet: There is an important qualitative difference between someone saying something you find disagreeable on their own blog, which you don't even have to be aware of if you don't want to, and someone going out of their away to like cross into your yard to start a fight about what's on your blog ~as if~ you had called them on the phone and said it directly to them personally. Most of what you see on the internet doesn't require your input at all, if you don't really have anything to add except your own emotional content. The difference: Learn it, know it, live it!
#the reality is probably just that most people crave attention so desperately that they don't even notice what they're doing to get it#which is an incredibly unattractive quality and unfortunately it is proportionally common
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hi guys! this is such an odd post i never thought i'd have to make, but yk... might as well put it out there.
i'm sure by now it's common sense that the writers you see on tumblr are real people with real, busy lives. we are people with jobs or in school or both, and we are people who write because we like to, not because we have to. we are doing this as a hobby- unpaid, giving hours-- days, weeks, months, years-- of our time to present art that we are passionate about. for free.
so to come into a writer's inbox or comments being demanding and frankly, entitled, for them to write simply because you want them to is disrespectful and dehumanizing.
I took a break because i was tired and no longer found myself having fun writing. I really don't want to sound pretentious, but i've devoted a lot of time to this account, and posted really frequently; all because i wanted to, of course. it took me so long to come into terms with the fact that i needed a break-- because honestly, if i kept trying to push myself further and forced myself to write until i couldn't anymore, i would have reached a breaking point and would have probably ended up leaving instead. and while i have reached an overwhelming amount of support for my decision, there are others who simply seem to lack this common sense.
now in reality, i could care less about these people; i saw a rude comment this morning-- on a post related to my difficulties writing, no less-- shrugged it off, and moved on about my day. i only just now remembered it after checking my notifications. however, this is an unacceptable way to treat content creators on this app, and not everyone can simply brush things off. i don't care what intentions you have when sending such things; it doesn't matter if it was a joke or lighthearted or whatever, because the meaning is still the same. we are not robots, we aren't people who will satisfy your every whim, and we most definitely won't write because you try to command us to. entitled, selfish people who treat content creators as nothing but machines and refuse to show their support properly are the very reason why writers leave this website left and right.
now, if i ever see anyone leave such comments and inboxes on my or another creator's account, it will guarantee a hard block from me. it literally isn't that hard to be a kind person to people who are catering to your interests for free.
this is the last time i'll talk about this; don't even try to send anything rude in my inbox, because it won't get you the attention you so desperately crave.
thank you to my followers who have shown unwavering support to me and have left me reassuring words. you are the people i look forward to sharing my writing with.
#you think it'd be common sense#i hate that i had to make this post at all but#it really isn't that hard to respect the writers on this site#i really hope no one else has to experience such rude interactions.#rambles#[⚠︎] - psa !
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What do you think fionas childhood was like 💓
I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY thanks for asking :pp.
I used to be a reallly big fiona fan, so I've thought about this a lot.
I imagine fionas upbringing was similar to Debbie's in alot of ways. They both find themselves in problematic relationships, forced to look after their siblings.
Fiona is mentioned to have a LONG sexual history as early as s1, where she's only 21. Given the lack of attention and validation she was getting, I think fiona has been having sex since she was a child. She probably fell into the "mature for her age" group. Her parents were neglecting her, possibly physically abusing her (we've seen Frank hit his kids in the show), and she wasn't able to get academic validation because she had to drop out. It wouldn't surprise me that this led her into having older bfs and stuff like that.
This makes even more sense to me given how she reacts to her siblins minor /adult relationships. Fiona didn't have anyone to tell her that her relationships were wrong, so when she saw her siblings going through the same thing, she saw nothing wrong with it. Like when she says that ned and Ian is "just sex"
We also see that she , like Debbie and a lot of the other female characters, is scared of abandonment. She tells Jimmy Steve that everybody leaves and keeps going back to Jimmy even though she knows he's bad for her because she's desperate for someone to stay. She rushes into relationships, remember when she married someone after like a week of daiting ?? Fiona has a hard time accepting love even though she craves it. She cheats and ruins one of her most stable relationships. I think that all comes from the way she was treated in her romantic relationships as a child. Of course, a lot of her abandonment fear comes from Monica, too.
Okay moving away from guys.
We know fiona ran track in school and that she was really fucking good at it. This was probably one of the most stable things in her life, an activity away from her siblings and the stress of home. Running is a good way to feel in control. I think fiona developed problems around running ? I'm not sure what exactly you would call it. Fiona would push herself too hard on the track so that she was responsible for the aches she felt instead of them being stressed. I can also imagine having an ED around this time. Her siblings are young, so they're struggling even more with money than normal. She starts to skip meals, and eventually, she finds control in what she eats when she's forced away from track.
I imagine fiona to be relatively popular in school, mainly with guys, but she struggles to keep real outside of school friendships. This changes when she meets Kev and V. I think they probably met after she dropped out of school. V is like 23, I think, in the first season and Kevin 25 ish ? I'm not really that sure, but we know fiona didn't go to school with them. Kevin and V helped fiona a lot, and she definitely needed them. They started to help her with the kids, and for once, she had people on her side. Things get better for her when she meets them.
Baby fiona (5-12) was definitely the in ur face demanding respect, kinda kid. She was sassy and always trying to seem as strong as possible. She will haggle prices for anything and isn't afraid to scam and cheat to get what she needs for her family. But I also imagine her being good at acting sweet. She's a great sweet talker. This is a prominent trait Ian has, and I think he got it from his big sister.
Teens, she's all about drama. Boy drama petty teen girl drama, watching reality TV when she can and stealing gossip magazines. I think she latches onto the typical teen girl image hard. She definitely has a short phase of always getting dress coded. I don't think this lasts that look tho.
Same as in the show, she's always got a new job, sometimes working 2 or 3. She's stressed ofc but learns a lot. She has little hacks and tricks for almost any job. She's resistant in the way she will do anything. Nothing is too dirty or hard for her.
Her relationship with Frank is complex. Fionas Frank's favourite, but she's also the oldest and likely the one he takes his anger out on most. When ur someone's favourite, it hurts them even more when they feel you messed up. I don't think Frank was consistent with his abuse, but it was definitely there. Frank was a 'good' dad sometimes. Fiona gets to know Frank when his alcoholism and drug use wasn't at its peak (He gradually gets worse with age) So fiona got more good dad moments but also felt the disappointment harder as she watched him get worse.
Fiona tells lip (pretty sure it's him) that he's always been Monica's favourite in s1, and I think she has always thought that. Later on in the show, u obviously see Ian and debbie are monicas favourites, tho. I don't see Monica and fiona ever being particularly close. Fiona was hit hard when Monica leaves for the first time, Frank's a mess, and now she has the unfortunate job of explaining that she's gone to her siblings. Unlike her younger siblings, who are probably too young to fully understand what's going on, fiona feels the abandonment full force.
Fiona is 4 / 5 yrs older than lip, right? (Their ages confuse me so bad) so she I'm guessing she was always in a different school than him. Correct me if I'm wrong, but if he's in elementary school, she's in high school. Fiona has to miss school to run all over the place and collect her siblings from different places. She might have to be the one to unroll her siblings in school, too, a couple times.
Finally just some random things
She has a purple flip phone at one point that she's super protective of
She loves family movie nights and would try to do as many as possible.
She cried when Debbie was born cause she was so excited to have a sister.
Similarly she cried when Ian was born cause he was a boy and she wanted a sister.
She really wanted a pet when she was young
She has 100s of diary's from yrs and yrs of writing in them (we see Carl read one)
Would always struggle with her hair cause it's curly and v helps her learn how to style it even tho she hardly does
She's the kind of person who finds comfort in sitting on the floor, in the bathroom, bath tub
Had a pink hating phase
Had a collection of different fake IDs by the time she was 16
Definitely got in at least 1 fight in school cause of boy drama
Hated cooking
ANYWAY I love fiona
#answering asks#i love yapping#fiona gallagher#fiona gallagher defender#shes so me#shameless us#fiona shameless#pre s1 shameless#shameless#shameless hc#fiona Gallagher hc#headcanon
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➳ when you fall. bc
pairing: bang chan x gn!reader
When you fall in love, there are things they never tell you until you experience it yourself.
genre/s: angst, a pinch of fluff maybe, boyfriend!chan
warning/s: break ups, not much more other than pain
wc: 1.2k
note: here's a short angst i whipped up impulsively;; theres an optional bonus fic for this at the end too for ppl who don't like sad endings // also i was thinking of winter falls while writing this... istg that song is so pretty but so sad
When you fall in love, they say it’s the sweetest taste you will ever experience in your life. That love was the most beautiful symphony anyone could ever hear. Something that you will dearly miss once it’s gone. A feeling that will constantly follow you until you desperately crave it again.
And from your experience, they weren’t entirely wrong.
When you fell in love, it did feel like the heavens had blessed you as their favorite child. The sensation was so strong, you were left wondering how such a powerful thing could exist. Its influence invaded your mind like poison, and you soon shocked yourself at how you started to look forward to such simple and mundane things in life that you never put too much focus on before.
Moments like when you realize that the heat of the sun that kisses your skin doesn’t burn as much as you used to think it did. Or when you found yourself feeling energized enough to wake up in the morning for the first time since leaving your childhood days behind. All of which were results from dating your current boyfriend.
And for that, you believed that being with Chan was a gift.
He was endearing and attentive, constantly caring for you whenever he could. Your relationship was viewed by other people at your shared university as one of the best. The couple that everyone loved and rooted for. And you agreed with them.
Chan was everything you ever wanted in a partner, the man of your dreams. He made you feel the way you were told love felt, and so you knew you did love him. After all, falling in love with him was something he made too easy—so you decide to let yourself completely dive in.
But when you fall in love, there are also things they don’t tell you.
They never seem to say that it’s the best of both worlds. That in happiness, there will be pain. It was then that you discovered love was also a sacrifice—not only a blessing you could just get without giving back. It was a journey you had to take on your own, and yet even with that discovery, you still managed to find out about one more thing:
Falling in love isn’t the only way to fall.
"It's not your fault. I’m so sorry Y/N... I hope you understand," were the words that echoed throughout your room, shattering your glassy heart that you had left under his once tender care.
Yet, there was nothing you could do.
It was normal to go through breakups at your age. Sometimes you love too hard and then fall out. You couldn’t blame Chan for being honest with his feelings—however, you never saw this event coming any time soon in your relationship.
The two of you were fine yesterday, so what changed so suddenly?
Through shaky breaths, you managed to force out a response, "Thank you for telling me Chan... I—I, uh, appreciate it." You knew he could hear your muffled truth even through the phone, but he chose not to comment on it.
"I didn't want to hurt you if I kept going with it. It's better this way," Chan explains apologetically through the other line.
"Yeah..."
In a desperate attempt to keep yourself grounded in reality, you squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the metal railing of your balcony. Breaking up over a phone call was not how you expected things to end between you and Chan, but fate seems to have other plans.
There were rustling noises from his side, indicating that Chan was probably on his bed. "Well... do you want to talk more about it?" He asks out of consideration for you.
Unfortunately for him, you wanted to be out of this conversation as soon as possible. The pieces of broken shards you once called your heart were starting to crumble quickly into dust. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold on until you started breaking down, showcasing your sorrows to the man who broke your heart completely for free. "Not really... I get it, Chan. Don't worry."
Lies. You wanted to scream out the agonizing pressure that was trapped inside you, but the silent ambience of the night kept it sealed.
"There will be another one, I promise. Someone better for you," he tries to converse—but at that point, you were no longer feeling control over your voice.
"Sure."
He sighs. "You okay? No hard feelings, right? We could stay as friends."
Friends? In theory, it could still work—and maybe it will. But for the current moment, you want nothing to do with him. Still, though, you figured you could at least end it with the same decency he’s trying to portray. It was better to have a friend than another enemy.
"Yeah, I'd like that, Chan." There was a short silence that came after that.
For a split second, you felt utterly alone. It was then that you finally realized how empty the streets surrounding your house were; the only remnants of human occupation being some of your neighbors’ room lights that were still open. And even then, you still felt lonely. You were surprised the sky didn’t decide to rain out of nowhere and hide your tears like it did in dramas.
More faint noises came out of the speakers of your phone before Chan spoke once again. ".... Should we call it a night?" He suggests, snapping you out of your spiraling mind.
Is this goodbye? For now? What would happen next? You two still went to the same university, and you would be seeing each other around campus once your short break was done. But you guess this really is the end for the two of you now, so you better make the most out of it.
"Chan," you call out hesitantly, nervous about the favor you want to ask. Perhaps the sudden news was still not quite sinking in with you yet, and that’s why you were desperately trying to cling on to any more chances you had to be his.
"... Yeah?"
You took a big breath for support. "Can—can I say it? Just one last time?"
Chan paused, and you could hear him take a sharp intake of breath, seemingly taken aback by your request. He takes his time to think about it, which worries you that you may have overstepped a boundary. But, to your surprise, he responded back shortly. "... Sure."
This is it—your final chance.
"Chan... I love you," you say for the very last time. Chan chuckles softly from the other side, acknowledging your feelings.
"Thank you, Y/N. Sleep tight."
The line cuts off a few seconds after he utters his last words to you. Looking up at the starry sky, you finally let the tears fall without stopping, silently sobbing until the pain fades to a stinging ache.
When you fall in love, there are things they never tell you until you experience it yourself. These are lessons that you have to learn on your own and help grow your sprouts into beautiful budding flowers. You knew you had so much more to learn, but at least, now you knew that one of the things they never tell you is that there are two ways to fall.
Because if you could fall in love, then you could also fall out of love.
➳ bonus !
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@h0neydewmoon @straydestiny
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Mystery Nerds AU Masterpost
So it recently came to my attention that most people don't know about the series that got me most of my followers - the Mystery Nerds AU, a Gravity Falls AU where Ford and Stan reconcile thirty years earlier than they do in canon and actually kinda sorta communicate and have lots of feelings filled moments. So, because I just added a new installment to it and I crave validation like some people crave food, I decided to make a post with links to all the fics on AO3.
All tags can be found here.
Life Support: "It's 1982, and Ford Pines has called his brother to Oregon, in desperate need of his help. Fate keeps Ford in this reality, and forces him to confront some very uncomfortable truths about his relationship with his twin." The one that started 'em all, babey, and arguably the most popular. Posted in 2015. Also got me called problematic by what was probably a bored, angry child for bringing up the AIDS crisis of the 1980s.
Strays: "Stan, in all good conscience, can't leave a stray. He knows that feeling all too well." The third fic I wrote, but the second in the series, as an apology for the angst-fests I'd written before it.
It's Been a Long, Long Time: "Filbrick Pines is not made of stone. Even he has things that scare him. Linger with him. Haunt him." The one in which I give Filbrick some pathos, and make a lot of people scream at me (affectionately) for it.
And Here's To You: "It seems that, even when the Pines brothers make some progress, they always hit another snag. This was all because of that damn pill bottle." An examination of Stan's "loony days" mentioned in the Guide to Mystery and Nonstop Fun.
Seared With Scars: "Ford can't seem to catch a break when it comes to reminders of those he's hurt. He tries to make amends in the only way he knows how, but soon gets himself, Stan, and Helen swept up in the dark secrets of Gravity Falls." My personal favorite installment in the series, and the first appearance of everyone's favorite traumatized hillbilly. This one took me the longest (started in 2016, not finished till 2019).
Two Way Street: "You know what they say about communication. Or, Four times Filbrick Pines' sons reached out to him, and one time he reached out first." Another Filbrick-centric one, and another favorite because I just have a soft spot for humanizing this stupid old man, alright?
Ad Astra Per Aspera: "The Society of the Blind Eye is gone, and the only thing left for the gang to do is recuperate. And maybe deal with those pesky emotional issues waiting in the wings." The most recent installment, which is basically the culmination of me shoving Fiddauthor content directly into my eye sockets for a month.
#daily life with blue#fanfic#gravity falls#mystery nerds au#stanley pines#stanford pines#stan pines#ford pines#fiddleford mcgucket#helen bergstrum#female oc#filbrick pines#caryn romanoff pines#shermie pines#blind ivan#ao3
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Dear person who I'm sure will see this anyway, I'll make a confession... I mostly only blocked you to see what would happen. An experiment of sorts.
After you blocked me... then unblocked me to respond to another post I made... then blocked me again a few hours later... then unblocked me again days later... (and I think unblocked and blocked me at least one or two other times in there... but I'm not totally sure on that..) I assumed it was only a matter of time before I was on your blocklist again. Then off. Then on. And off again.
And I'll confess that when I saw you had unblocked me the most recent time, I really wasn't interesting in continuing the whole yo-yo thing. And I was also a little curious how you'd react if I beat you to the punch this time.
Would you act like a mature human being, or would you try to play victim because I chose not to give you the attention you seem to so desperately crave from me.
I would say I was disappointed but I don't like to lie. You behaved roughly as I expected. Hypocritically without an ounce of self-awareness.
Past experience has taught me well what to expect from your type.
You're in good company, at least. One of your pals pulled something similar last year. Blocked me, made new accounts and started interacting with me on those, blocked me again, unblocked me to call me out, and then accused me of dodging accountability when I blocked them. It seems to be an interesting pattern of behavior.
Congrats on beating their hypocrisy speedrun, BTW. It took them a year to get where you went in a week or two! Truly incredible stuff.
Anyway... I realized back during the conversation where you couldn't even admit that spiritual experiences can be and ARE studied scientifically that there wouldn't be much use in having a discussion with you. It's pointless talking to people who deny basic facts about reality.
The sky is blue. The grass is green. Trump lost the 2020 election. Psychologists study people's brains during religious experiences all the time.
Basic indisputable facts about reality.
I was originally going to unblock you after a few days. Just long enough to give you a taste of your own medicine.
But after your latest posts and increasingly realizing that you're only interested in causing drama... I don't really care to.
In fact, it would probably be best for both of us. You said when you blocked me the first time that you were doing it for your mental health. But after unblocking me, blocking again, and unblocking me again, you clearly don't have the willpower to actually commit.
But don't worry. I do.
You're welcome.
I'm done with your flipflopping. I'm done with your twisting of reality. I'm done with your games. I'm done with you.
Toodaloo. 👋
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Continued from x with @justashadetalkative
"N̷̮̑o!" Linast snapped, and for one incandescent moment, he wanted nothing more than to slam Kriss's head into the nearest wall.
Luckily for the both of them, they were outdoors. Linast ripped himself away from Kriss, core moving fast enough to split the air with a whipcrack of sound, startling in the nighttime quiet. He managed not to flee entirely — just — and instead settled a safe distance away to pace, an indistinct figure against the trees visible only by the dull glow of his core and the dim light pouring out past the porch.
The night was vast, and so was the earth. Linast sank his attention into it, spreading along natural seams, and pulled with a diffuse, implacable force; not the true tearing he craved, but at least a way to spend some strength and ground his attention in something other than the alarm ringing through his core and the violent potential of his pacing humanoid manifestation.
"...no," he repeated after a minute, when he could think again. Remembering Kriss's presence refocused his energy, and he stopped pacing in order to face Kriss, bristling and betrayed. "That's—you— everyo̴͕͒n̴̹̚e keeps do̴͕ing thà̵̰͋t̶͉̆!"
Kriss knew how to read oncoming aggression at lightning speed. Linast's snapping promoted a quick displacement of form. His real body, obfuscated, leapt into the trees, while a phantom stood in its place.
He watched Linast dart away desperately with a loud pop that snapped at his eardrum like a rubber band, causing his illusory self to fizzle out.
Despite the rage, it didn't seem like Linast would actually hurt him now. Not unless he said something stupid to prompt another outburst.
Cautiously, Kriss climbed down and took his previous place.
"Most people don't care about the difference between the reality their brain stitches together and the reality I tell their brain to perceive. As long as they're in control," Kriss frowned, "Its easiest with pain. Humans especially love to alter their brains to avoid it. I'm probably one of the healthier methods, compared to what's out there."
He made no move. Only scanned over Linast's roiling form with a curiosity that almost seemed sympathetic.
"But you want that real thing. That's some scary shit, ya know."
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Corey Cunningham from Halloween Ends. And Sympathy for the devil.
What's funny is that the same people who try to argue for this character as being praise worthy are the same people who probably found Joker (2019) to be problematic, glorifying gun violence, and inspiring real life crimes. That kind of criticism often ignores the crimes committed against Arthur, ironically. It's just one way of looking into his position, that there's no point for him to even attempt to be a good person if it is only ever met with cruelty and physical assaults where no one lifts a finger to help. And mental health problems notoriously go neglected in these critical reviews. Joker isn't about how one man sinned, but how an entire city rots and produces people like Arthur to either be swallowed up, or werewolf and go wild.
They attempt essentially the same story with Corey Cunningham in Halloween Ends. However the reasons for his decent into madness has little to no relatebility. No reason to even happen. He gets bullied? Sure. He gets called a murderer despite the most ridiculous chain of events happening in order for that kid to die and for him to be blamed.
Smells of bad writing.
In the end they wanted to depict him as a innocent victim turned monster, and it just doesn't work. The film says nothing interesting about the nature of Evil...Well, it does say that evil is apparently a virus that can be passed on from host to host. (No kidding, apparently there was a planned ending that was changed at the last minute that would've had Laurie become infected with this Evil virus that Michael Myers can suddenly transfer to others.) That is the furthest from reality you can get. And I get it. It's not supposed to be that serious. It's a slasher film right? But then why do they attempt to be so serious and make these profound anecdotes about the nature of evil and how it effects us? You can Google the definition of Evil right now and walk away with a better understanding of it than David Gordon Green and company had when writing this movie. Evil is inherent. We are all capable of being a Joker. If a person did something good or bad a long time ago, then everyone is just as capable of the same thing. But it's not a question of capability, but of choice. Our choices define who we are.
Arthur had a tragic life and maybe we understand his choice to do evil, but he still chose to become Joker. Michael Myers was a child, and he chose to murder his sister. And Evil isn't just inherent. It is a choice. Evil doesn't come from Insanity. Insanity comes from evil.
(For the record, I don't care if your mommy locked you in the closet: Stop doing it.)
How do you find sympathy for the devil? Arthur chose evil, because it brought him attention. The attention he craved all of his horrible tragic his life.
Michael Myers chose evil, because there was something about himself (a mystery even to himself) that became more clear the more he killed.
And why did Corey choose evil? I honestly do not know. Watching the film, I desperately tried to see the reason, but there just isn't one. And of course there is no reason good enough to knowingly do wrong. But the method to the madness is always there. Halloween was always about the psychological horror of a madman who decided to hurt people. Michael Myers proved to us that we are no closer to understanding the criminal mind, as we are to understanding the nature of our own evil.
(which changes shape.)
The film suggests that evil is something that just happens. Like a disease. And I disagree. It is a path. And the truth is that no one is truly evil without being in some way completely convinced that they are right in doing so. Remind you of anyone?
But I will say this...I like the performance. And I think there was something about Corey that would have been more interesting to explore in another film. I stand by my words from my last post that the film would've been better if it had spent less time developing Corey and Alison's relationship, and focused more on Corey and Michael Myers's kindredship. Oh well. See y'all at the next reboot in 5 years.
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Top 3 characters (from any media/fandom) you relate to and, if you want, why?
Not sure if these are the ultimate top 3 ever for me but just the ones that came to mind when I started to properly think about it today:
Anne Shirley (Anne of Green Gables)
Beth March (Little Women)
Lara Jean Song Covey (To All the Boys I've Loved Before)
More about why underneath!
Anne - where to start; she's a complete daydreamer which as someone who spends way too much time obsessing over fictional characters and just fangirling in general I hard relate. I also have such a tendency to be lost in my own world and not really pay attention/notice what's going on around me in the real world and just am very much someone who is stuck in their own head. She's also very imaginative and I feel like I really enjoy imagining scenarios for characters I like or media I've consumed a lot. She also strives for perfection at school and to be the best she can; as someone who loved school and probably cared about academic validation (and still care) too much I can relate to her there. The main reason though which is why she came to mind here is to do with Anne of the Island (the third book) so mild spoilers here. Anne loves love and is a hopeless romantic and refuses to settle for anything less than what she's imagined romance to be from the romance books she's read. In AoI she really struggles to actually figure out what romantic love is and what the reality of it feels like vs the expectation built up in her head from media. Just her whole experience with this in the book really resonated with me: I'm such a hopeless romantic and love reading about love but I find it really hard to actually understand and know my own feelings about people around me irl - what does it actually feel like to like someone romantically?? Do I fancy someone or just like them platonically? Have I built up the idea of romance in my head so much that when I actually experience/come across it, I won't realise? I also have a tendency like Anne to refuse to examine my feelings (even though I crave romance so much when I might actually be having a crush or something I just can't admit that to myself or actually try determine how I feel??) Anyways yeah just Anne's whole arc in the third book about what love actually is in practice and the hardships of realising that and understanding and admitting your feelings is something I feel on a very personal level. I don't think I see myself 100% as Anne in every aspect but this makes me relate to her a lot.
Beth - this is going to be a Beth defence post lol; Beth was always the March sister that I related to the most. As a kid especially, (but still very much true now) I cared so much about being a good and nice person, I always want to try to be good and to be as kind as possible. Like literally if I make a joke that's slightly mean even if I'm just teasing I will feel Bad and worry that I'm not being nice and therefore is part of why trying to be funny kinda stresses me out sometime. I was very much a goody-goody two-shoes as kid and still am very much a stickler for rules and all that. Because of that I felt a fierce fondness for Beth who tried her best to always be kind and good and also could be very anxious about all this (I was a very anxious child, who has also grown up to be an anxious adult, yay!). It's also really hard to be kind and good all the time so I admired for for always trying. I know a lot of people find Beth boring and think she's too good, and therefore that that makes her uninteresting. I hate this narrative!! We tell kids, be nice and try your best to be good, but not too good cos then you'll be boring and no one will like you and I hate that. I was that anxious little girl that desperately wanted and tried her best to be as good as possible, always feeling like I was failing and tripping up, never being as good as I possibly could have, but also worried about being perceived as then boring and bland and no fun at all. This is why I will fiercely defend Beth; she's just trying her best to be the kind of person society tells her she ideally should be and when she does that, there's no winning, there's always a hidden goalpost or something that you can't see. I feel like in the books, we don't really get to see Beth from her perspective, only through everyone else's eyes and how they deem her perfect, without actually getting the reality of the anxieties and worries she feels like any other human being. Everyone sees her to be perfect, so they dismiss the actual struggles she faces and how hard she tries to be good and what goes into choosing kindness every time. Just because someone is kind it does not mean that is inherent and that they never feel differently. Kindness is a choice and the people perceived as good put a lot of effort into choosing to act like that, all the time. TDLR Beth's goodness did not come to her easier than her sisters, she simply cared about it so much that she made it her priority to always strive for. There's more I could say about some experiences I've had that have made me relate to Beth but going to stop here cos it's already so long.
Lara Jean - okay last one whew. This one is kinda similar to Anne. Lara Jean is a teenage girl who loves romance but never (before the start of the books) has acted on her feelings; there's this conversation she has with Peter in the first book: she loves romance but she's never dated before and she admits that when it's real, that's scary. It's fun to watch films and read books and watch characters fall in love and spend your time thinking about romance but when it's actually happening to you, you don't know how to feel or act and it can feel overwhelming. Just love being scary when it's real... this is exactly how I feel, you suddenly don't have control like you do when reading a story and the possibility of getting hurt is so real. I just agree with Lara Jean, thinking about love is fun but when it's real it's scary! Also I feel like she's the kinda teenage girl I was.
#this was so long omg#anyone who reads through the whole way to the end know that i am gifting you a sticker#bambi 🦌#sorry for it taking me so long to answer this!!#i just knew that i would have a lot to say#and i never had the time to properly think about it how i knew i would want to#so i put it off till i would be able to do it like i'd want to and i finally have!#anne shirley#beth march#lara jean covey#lara jean#lara jean song#lara jean song covey#anne of green gables#aogg#anne of the island#little women#to all the boys i've loved before
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- nom-central c:
god im really going to expose myself (again) as a Generic White Man Liker but... honestly it's terminal. i will not be recovering, so it's ok.
Anyways: Dom Co/bb. I really did start this blog to yell about in/cep/tion, and I think about him more than I should. I still have a whole massive post in my drafts that I never finished talking about how I think he'd be as a pred but the tl;dr is that I think he is just so soft. Like, the whole premise of the movie is more or less "traumatized guy tries to see his children again" and honestly isn't that the vibe of so many of our beloved blurbos.
Ime with fanfic, he tends to get characterized as either an asshole (which I don't get, he just... isn't one in the movie. emotionally constipated, sure, but not an on purpose asshole) or a himbo. I prefer the himbo more but in reality he has to be excellent at reading people and social cues, and is more just... Bad At Emotions.
He is just so delicate, at the core of it, that I think he would be an excellent safe pred. Very gentle, very kind, possessed by a violent father instinct that is perfect for preds. 10/10. I really should write a sequel to that borrower fic (I have a couple of assorted things, but I'd need to format them to fit a bit more logically as a story/chronological progression.)
Also if anyone is curious, pred headcanons below the cut. I'd have put more but... lmao I think this is pretty extensive.
Depends on when you get him. Pre movie, before Mal's death, he's shamelessly in love and recklessly exploring dreamshare. He's a bit snarkier, hasn't settled down as much. He enjoys when his prey squirms, but he doesn't really need it. It's a fun treat, feeling them wriggle around inside him, but it feels just as good to be pleasantly full, too.
He isn't the most talkative, but he enjoys interacting with his prey while they're inside of him. He'll hold conversations or pet at them as needed, usually until they drift off, at which point he'll occupy himself with something else.
His favorite snack is Mal, followed closely by Arthur (or both, if he can get them). There have been multiple cases, both in and out of dreamshare, where he couldn't help but indulge in a treat. Never in anything serious, though, and never if they're really distressed. He prefers his prey to be willing, primarily, and will let people go if they're really serious about it.
He prefers prey in dreamshare, where the feelings are so much more intense. He can feel every movement of his prey inside of him, their breathing, their heartbeat -- all enhanced thanks to the weird properties of dreams. He loves it, loves poking at his stomach and feeling them move and shift about. The people he dreams with, mostly Mal and Arthur, learn to tolerate how curious he gets.
If you catch him during the year or so after Mal's death but before the events of the movie, he's an extremely reluctant pred. He's feeling wildly guilty, and the comfort of having a tasty snack curled up inside him feels like something he doesn't deserve. Mal's shade haunts him, too, reminding him of something he can never have again.
He misses the familiar weight of Mal inside him, and has phantom tingles in his stomach, a phantom taste on his tongue when he sees her shade, photos of her. He buries that part of him that craves the feeling of something warm and alive in his belly and carries on.
If a prey managed to pry his mouth open or otherwise desperately needed to be swallowed, he would do so begrudgingly. They aren't food, but the whole process is far more perfunctory and detached than he'd normally be. He'd check on them, make sure they're okay, but would otherwise be rather quiet and introspective. Probably would spend time spinning his top, rather than talking. He wouldn't forget that they were there, but they wouldn't really be the focus of his attention.
Part of him still really enjoys having prey curled up inside of him. The weight, the movement... it's real and grounding. He knows how they feel in dreams, and how they feel when he's awake; on the very rare occasion when he has prey inside him (likely Arthur, forcing him to take the self-care), he can rest easy knowing that the world is real because the weight inside is too dulled for a dream.
All the jobs he takes during this time are serious and corporate, leaving no room for friendly nomming, even if he wanted to.
Post movie, he's a pretty kind, maybe a bit teasing as a pred. Less so than before, however. He doesn't much care for squirming; he doesn't mind it, but after spending so long on the run, he really just wants his prey to settle down so he can enjoy a full stomach in peace. Generally, he goes for one or two, but could probably stomach up to three if he really pressed himself (something he doesn't do as much as he used to when he was younger).
He's still big into tummy rubs and interacting with the person inside him. Casual talking, gentle strokes, banter; whatever they happen to fall into. Now, he's much more appreciative of the littler things that he'd missed on the run. He likes the confirmation that they're safe and calm, and he especially loves when his prey nods off inside of him. It's such a display of trust in him, and it's something he's missed quite a bit. He likes to feel like people can depend on him, and what says "I depend on you" more than napping inside of his belly?
He also tends to nap on a full stomach, because he's getting older and can't be bothered to keep working when his body keeps trying to get him to settle down and sleep. He always makes sure his prey is asleep first, though.
He doesn't really dreamshare anymore; he gave that life up for his kids and would never look back. As such, and since the jobs he'd done in the past year or two had all been corporate espionage, he doesn't find himself missing the difference between prey in the waking world and prey in dreamshare. He just doesn't really remember it vividly enough for that.
#dibbiespeaks#dizzyposting#in/cep/tion#voretalk#i love my generic white man with enough trauma to choke a horse
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Inuin and Y/N
(This is a normal AU where Inuin and KoKo are your best friend and Inuin have a crush on you but you like KoKo-nut more. He’s stuck between wanting to break their friendship and want to kiss you senselessly.)
Warnings:yandere contents, swearing, spicy🌶🌶
(Sorry for late posts, I just got really depressed after my recent submission got 4 likes 😫😫😫Sorry if I haven’t written your submission because it’s probably not finished yet or It’s too uncomfortable for me to write. With that, enjoy.)
“Hey Inui!”
Someone hug Inui from behind making him snap out of his daydream. He turn around from his chair to see a familiar face that create a tint of blush on his cheeks.
“Y/N why are you here this early?”
“Early? Look around you dumb ass.” KoKo said as he comes into the class.
Inui lazily look around him to see the class empty. He must had fallen asleep.
“Oh.”
“Wht do you mean “Oh”? Pack your stuff or we’re leaving you behind!”
“KoKo don’t be so harsh on Inui, he’s just tired from his part time job.”
KoKo got a frond on his face when you defend Inui. Inui on the other hand blushes while putting his things in his back.
“Oh yea? For a person who sleeps around in class of cause he’s going to work in that shabby motorcycle shop.”
“Hey.” You warn Koko. Both of you look each other and inspect Inui’s face.
Inui is used to the constant slanders and being beaten around by Koko, It’s not that he’s a bully, he’s just like that. He would apologies later about it but what he said is true. Koko is a smart kid who get all A’s in his class. He’s the brightest kid in their little friend group. So, the brightest flower catches the most beautiful butterflies, and that butterfly is you.
For the first time in his life, he craves for someone and that someone is you. He misses you 24/7. Always wanting to see your face, hear your voice and feel your touch. He even goes as far as going to your house one night after work to see you. But unfortunately, you were asleep. It doesn’t matter much when he climbs to your window to see you sleeping so soundly.
You can call him a psychopath but he’s just making sure your save by hacking into your phone and looking through all your social info and private messages.
You can call him a creep for following you around at night making sure no wolfs can catch a cute bunny like you.
You can call him a sociopath for lying to you as he only sees you as a friend when he craves to feel more of you then your hands.
He doesn’t care what you call him, he’s doing all this to keep you save form the dangerous people out there or to feed his desires.
Now you both are in a hotpot restaurant. Koko apologies to Inui by treating hotpot and BBK to both of you. All of you talk about school life, how hard to weekly test was or gossip about that one kid in class that reminds the teacher about the homework. Noting goes into Inui mind as he’s too focus on you and Koko interactions.
Koko is talking about these facts he knows of, and you listen to him with wide eyes. Then he whispers something in your ears making you blush. Inui clench his jaw seeing that. Koko looks proud that he’s getting all your attention to himself. On the other hand, Inui watch Koko and you with a sad look with a dash of jealousy.
“Oh, look who’s jealous.” All the spotlight is now on Inui making him slightly uncomfortable.
“Why are you all looking at me?”
“Oh, we all know you’re the jelly one here.” He teases as you switch your seat near him.
You close your space between you and Inui, your face so close to his, a slight movement from him can make him go for a kiss. Your eyes half lid and tease him as you trace his collar with your slender fingers. Not touching him but so close to. Inui’s breath become heavy, his head even feel cloudy to the situation, both of you look at each other’s eyes with lust.
“Tell me baby.”
He just wants to push his head forward and give a deep long kiss, but Koko’s clap snaps him out of hid fantasies. You giggle and hop off Inui’s lap and go sit beside Koko.
“Koko did you see that?”
“Yes, you did a great job.” He said as he places his arms around your shoulder.
“What’s going on?” Inui looks confused.
“It’s a prank! Got you!” You shout and laugh with Koko. In that moment Inui felt both embarrassed and mad. It’s definitely not your idea. Your inexperience ass would never. It gotta be Koko’s.
“You guys are dicks.” He said as he stood up a leave.
“Inui wait- “you were about to stop him when Koko pull you back in his arms.
“Leave it, he’s fine. He’s just a little embarrassed.”
That Bitch
That night Inui can’t get you out of his head. He can’t when you look so cute and sexy when you did that half lid move. The way you touch him felt so different from how you use to touch him. So soft and teasing. He tries to memorize it, but it slowly fades away. He can only remember how hot and lustful it felt. How he got hard just by your voice. He needs it again.
“Inui, I’m going to ask Y/N out.” Inui nearly chokes on his lunch.
“Wait what?”
“Yea I’m gonna ask her out.”
“Wait wait where? When.”
“Tonight, at the playground we use to go at.”
“Wait isn’t it too fast?”
“Wdym it’s fast? Look I realize my feelings for her are real and I just need to let it out. I just want you to know that.”
Inui looks shock as Koko left from the cafeteria. No way this is happening. His best friend with the girl he loves the most. He tries to think positive. Maybe it’s the best for you. Koko is perfect for you, he’s smart, he’s rich, he can fulfil everything you need. He can make you happy. But seeing you with Koko make his heart aches. The thought of how Koko can make you feel complete tortures him every bit.
The rain was pouring like there no tmr. He looks at his clock, 7:30 pm. Koko is going to ask you out at 8 and he’s here sweeping floors. What a fucking loser, he thought of himself. He looks through his phone to pass time and see your message.
Koko told me to wait at the playground we use to play. Idk why but I feel like something serious is going to happen.
I want you to come by that’s all.
It’s fine if you’re busy.
What is he doing here? Y/N needs him. He’s supposed to do whatever you desire right?
He rash out of the shop, even Drakun was shocks at the speed. He run desperately like a predator meets his prey. This is his only chance to feel honest with you. After Koko ask you out, it would be too late. You will be Koko’s. The thought of it filled him with agony.
He stops in front of the playground; his eyes scatter the play. There he finds you standing there with a yellow umbrella. He knows it your cause he bought that umbrella for you.
“Inui? What are you doing here? Omg your soaked.”
He stands in front of you, his eyes fill with desires. He feels like burning. The only thing that’s keeping him cool is the rain. He felt happy when he realizes Koko is nowhere to be found.
“Inui?” You look up to him with wide eyes.
Fuck Y/N
He pulls you in his arm and kiss you. It feels so longing. You yelp in shock giving him a chance to enter his tongue in your mouth. You panic causing your umbrella to drop. He let out all his needs, his urges with action. His fantasies are becoming a reality. Your taste, your touch, the way you whimper in his hold. It all feels so good, he’s starting to feel feverish.
The rain pours all over both of you. It feels like you’re in a movie. Actually, you’re not sure if you like Koko or Inui. You’ve spent so much time with them yet, you still don’t have a sure answer when it comes to both of them but now. You’re sure now.
You both parted from your feverish kiss, you look at each other eyes. You look at him with wide eyes, your lips swollen. You hold on Inui’s shirt, trying to not fall from your shaking knees.
“I’m sorry Y/N. I just can’t take it anymore.”
“I-it’s actually fine. I kinda like you so..’’
“Wait are you serious?”
“Of cause I’m serious! What you don’t wanna take responsibility now?”
“No, it’s just- “
“Shut up and just hug me.” You hide your embarrassed face in Inui’s chest. He chuckles at your action and wrap his arms around you tightly.
“Let’s go home.”
From a far, a man with a chain earring stood silently behind trees as both love birds left. He grips his umbrella tight as he glares at Inui. The envy he’s feeling is strong enough to kill a man.
“That Bitch”
(Thank you for reading my fanfic. Also sorry if I made a mistake or it's not that good. This is my first time writing a yandere character so forgive me. 🙏🙏🙏also i'm sorry I don't put the artist name for the headline. I don't know the artist who draw it that's why. If you know, ur more than welcome to tell me. Thank you ❤🌹🙏🙏)
#inui x y/n#inui seishu#tokyo rev smut#tokyo revengers fanfiction#tokyo rev x reader#inui x reader#tokyo rev#kokonoi x reader#tokyo revengers kokonoi#hajime kokonoi#smut#inui smut#mikey tokyo revengers
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Muzan x reader ~ Lily [pt 2]
Took me forever to complete this song fanfiction, wouldn't have been possible if my friend didn't help, thanks to him. Please check out the first part to understand it better. Here.
Warning : abusive themes, mention of blood and gore.
Enjoy
She knew she was hypnotized.
The sound of a loud slap echoed throughout the room, your father who was furious about your escape have just hit you hard on your face infront of everyone, including the servants. On other hand your mother holding your father's arm tightly to prevent him from hitting you any further.
"Get away, you callous women, it is for you that she tried to run away, you should be ashamed of yourself", he shouted, shoving off your mother roughly onto the tatami floor.
"This is wrong, the Gods will punish us", she murmured under her breath making muffle sounds, your father dissatisfied by her futile attempts of protests turns his attention away from you to hit her right in the stomach with his bare fist in pure fury, making her scream in agony coughing out mucus. Your mother being a fragile women of timid personality, rarely talked to anyone let alone protest or stand up against vile play, always seen behind the shoji doors praying to the gods and chanting prayers, constantly intimidated. Witnessing your father abusing her inhumanely infront of her children, family members as well as the servants, evoked a sense of rebellion inside of you.
"Don't hit my mother, you are angry because of me hit me instead, as much as you like, but not her", you growled furiously at your father, making your mother jolt towards your direction as she shook her head violently.
"Stay away from this brat", he said apatheticly, disappointment hinted in his voice turning his head away from you once again in utter disgust. Receiving such cold treatments from your father made your heart shattered in pieces. Then, your uncle step up.
"Take her to the room and increase the guards, this shall not happen again", your father ordered the servants which was immediately followed without any hesitation or delay before you could protest you were taken away. However you wonder why did your mother reacted that way?
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As the time passed by, you grew up to be an elegant lady mostly within the confinement of four walls, while pushing down all the jovial moments deep into the unconsciousness... your mind engulfed with the thoughts of your demise. It was getting harder and harder each day for you to keep your sanity intact. A constant state of melancholy always prevailed within your aura, even your own shadow seem deceitful.
Walking on cold thin nights
Then the night of that cursed full moon occurred. You glanced at the starry night from the now open window of your cell with your souless (e/c) eyes. Succumbing towards the void of eternal darkness. Heaven knows what grave sin you might have committed to receive such heavy punishments. As you were busy getting drowned in your own thoughts the shoji door slightly opened and the maids rushed inside your room one by one with cloths and accessories in their arm.
"It's time m'lady" the head maid bowed respectfully infront of you, then motioned the other maids to help you get ready. You could feel them pitying you, sympathizing the miserable state you're in. You simply nodded and get up to dress for your deathbed. At this point you didn't care much you just want it to get over soon, trailing off in the sea of your own distorted thoughts.
You approached your family to bid farewell before heading towards the palanquin. Everyone wishpering behind your back something that they are not allowed to speak infront of you. That didn't bother you anways but you wish you could atleast see your mother for the last time. Is it that hard for a mother to witness her daughter's departure that she needs to constantly hide indoors avoiding her like plague?
A herd of maids accompany you as your bridesmaid to mount Akakura. The norimono stopped infront of a shrine. The bitter cold outside and the solemn atmosphere made it difficult for you to enter through the main gates. All of them left at once after escorting you inside the shrine. While you sat there facing the kami observing the interior, The light of the lamp beside you flickering slowly. The shrine was enormous filled with shofisticated designs, paintings and detail descriptions of the great folklore of Japan. Gods like susanoo killing Yamamoto no orochi in order to restore peace, you were completely lost admiring the aesthetics of the shrine.
But then it broke,
Did she awoke again?
"This is not what we were expecting", you felt a strong gust of wind behind your back as if something was breathing behind your back, you could feel saliva dripping over your expensive uchikake and to your exact horror was standing your living nightmare, a disfigured seven headed monster signifying those of a dragon and a serpent hovering on top of you covering almost the entire shrine glancing directly at your fragile figure with pure malice and hunger.
"Nay, certainly not, she's not one of them, fufu", another head cooed grinning creepily. You looked at them with utter confusion, raising your head slightly to look over that hideous thing above you.
"What do you mean?", Asking almost frustrated, your voice still shaking.
"Oh", the head at the centre replied, his voice calm and steady, facing you with it's long wide neck, his eyes glowing dangerously, inches away from your face, breath stinking of something you'd probably not keen to know as he opened his mouth to speak.
"I fear mortal, but you are not blood-related to any of the seven maidens we have devoured so far", you were taken aback. Not related? You were bewildered, unable to process the new set of information displayed before you, fresh stream of tear forming in the corner of your eyes.
"No, you are lying", You snapped at them angrily.
"What a clueless human, what do we gain by that?", The head in the left hissed irritatedly.
The ground beneath you seem to slide open whereas the sky above began to crumble. For eighteen years you have been raised by people who are not even blood related to you but most importantly they were using you to save themselves, you stood their perplexed, overwhelmed with the new reality. How cruel can people become? An urge to confront your parents came in demanding for an explanation, about their selfish lies, for hiding your true identity, stealing your childhood and a chance to live a normal life. Now that perfectly made sense why your mother always prayed to the Gods for forgiveness, barely talking to you or look in your eyes and why your father is so detached towards you and not your siblings. They were never your own and you were never there's.
"Those human thought they could deceive us, we will kill them", head to the left spoke.
"No, not so soon, they might have deceived us but the girl lying below us is a marechi, no no no we cannot let her go" the main head chuckled darkly, showing its true nature all of them at once looked at you with their protruding eyes, as you shut your eyelids for the worse accepting your misfortune, a heated argument broke among the seven heads.
"You have eaten all the seven women previously, I will have this one" the right head hissed, accompanied by other heads, all of them screaming and cursing at each other. You notice the unlocked gate it must have been open since the demon arrived. It was your golden chance to escape, as they were busy fighting, you took advantage of the situation, slowly crawling your way towards the entrance of the shrine . They seem to not notice you trailing off their sight.
"Stop fighting with one another, we all are literally the same, anyone of us eating her would be enough to make us stronger and please that man", the head at the center erupted fuming with anger.
"She's gone, she's gone", one of the head shouted. Indeed you were missing the only thing left was the wataboshi you wore on top.
Then she ran faster than-
You ran through the dense forest lifting your kimono, the smell of fresh air hitting your nostrils, the feeling of nostalgia came back as you can finally taste that long lost freedom you constantly craved for since forever but unfortunately that didn't last long. As you were running blindly you could feel something gigantic chasing from behind. Being too frantic you stumble and fell onto the ground your leg getting caught in the fabric of your kimono in the process.
Start screaming, "Is there someone out there?"
Please help me
Come get me
"You thought you can ran away from us? What a foolish human", the sound of loud laughter resonated through out the woods. The demon wrapped its tale around your waist squeezing you tightly in attempt to crush your defenseless body lifting you up opening its mouth to shove you inside.
Behind her she can hear it say-
"Let go of me!" You screamed on top of your lungs, a last desperate attempt to exist. When out of the blue a large mascular tentacles flew towards your direction cutting the tail swiftly in a blink of an eye, releasing you from its bone breaking grip but instead of crashing against the ground, you were caught by a pair of strong masculine arm. You looked up in disbelief. A familiar fair male in texudo emerged, his flawless features shining underneath the moonlight coming through the branches.
"Muzan..."
"We met again (y/n), I hope am not too late", he smiled at you gazing softly. Tears came rolling down your cheeks as you cannot believe was it real or just a dream.
History always seem to find it's way of repeating itself.
His previous soft look instantly changed to that of a menacing one as he trailed his glance towards the disfigured monster.
"Crouch down and lower your heads", all the seven heads bow down infront of the demon lord, Cowering with fear at once as if they were struck by lightning.
"Pardon my lord, we didn't realize you have arrived before us or else-", the demon yelped immediately like a lost puppy.
"Who gave you the permission to speak?" Muzan replied indignantly, his eyes glowing threateningly at the petrified creature. You knew he was a demon but you were unaware that he held such authority making a powerful demon like Akai that supposedly haunts the mountain for centuries to lower his head in terror on his command. What was unknown to you that he infact was the progenitor of these morbid creatures.
How ironic being saved by none other but a demon.. being first of his kind.
"Have mercy, my lord" the demon begged, while one of his head thought why's he saving that human girl?
"Why am I saving that human girl? Go ahead, continue", muzan narrowed his eyes making the demon quivered with shock. He can read my mind?
"What makes you answer my authority?" The demon lord demanded furiously, veins popping out from his head.
"Beings like you should not be allowed to exist" with that said, his one arm stretched, injecting a sharp blade into the creature allowing his blood to overflow, creating chaos in the demonic cells of that creature eventually turing it into a pile of molten flesh.
It's over, the nightmares. Fresh tears rolled down your face, mixed with all sorts of emotions, the tables have turned, the heavens seems to have listen to your prayers. A pair of large hands cupped your face breaking you from the chain of thoughts
Follow everywhere I go
"Why are you still crying, dear?" Muzan replied with his smooth, monotonous voice, removing his hand as he placed you gently on the surface. His mood changed in a matter of seconds, you wonder how much more he was capable of doing beside that but brushing aside those feelings of negativity you moved closer.
"Took you long enough" engulfing him in a tight hug, startling him in the process. The idea of being intimate with a lowly creature was good enough to make him puke in disgust. How can a mortal like you have the audacity to touch the all mighty kibutsuji Muzan? He believed himself to be above everything even viewing his own subordinates as puppets of his play. His twisted sense of morality speaks that affection holds a person from attaining superiority and is a sign of weakness, the more ruthless and cold hearted the more close you are to perfection. He shows no value to people who possess such emotions which he is foreign to. Your vulnerability makes him want to ripped you to shreds, torment you and break your mind, yet he finds himself at ease. It was hard for him to admit that his pride was hurted against someone so delicate and somehow he felt those feelings of warmth to be tolerable with you, even to the extent of craving it.
After a while, a sudden realization hit your senses as you parted from the tight embrace, your (s/c) countenance painted with dark shades of red, averting your gaze from the demon. The moon shone brightly above you exhibiting your breathtaking beauty just like a piece of art. The way your shiny (h/c) locks fell over your smooth skin, the way your pulm lips parted to speak and the way your eyes sparked with adoration, was enough to drive him insane. From the very moment he laid his eyes upon you, he knew a masterpiece like you belonged only to the epitome of perfection. He will do anything to keep you to himself.
Top over the mountains or valley low.
"(Y/n), you have a very rare blood, a marechi" said muzan, as you recall the conversation you had with the demon in the shrine saying something similar on this note.
Give you everything you been dreaming of
"What's with that muzan?" You asked curiously, to which muzan's tone changed into that of a viscous one.
"Its a great meal for demons", silence broke out as you were too shock to say anything. Muzan knew he can take advantage of that situation and mould you the way he desires.
"(Y/n) are you scared of me?"
"No", you replied almost immediately with no hesitation.
"Do you trust me?" He questioned again looking at you directly with his glowing ruby orbs. Beginning his sick games of manipulation.
"Yes I do, with all my life, you are the only one who saved my life not once but twice, you cared so much for me when no one did" you paused.
"Beside my mother"
Just let me in, ooh
"Your family abandoned you, when you needed them the most" he replied creating doubts about inside of you, making you back off a little towards a tree.
"My mother was helpless" you answered.
"They used you for their own benefit", pinning you against the tree, he whispered venom into your ears. The proximity between you two, send shivers down your spine. Seeing you helpless excited him, making him determined to claim you even more.
Everything you want in gold, I'll be the magic story you have been told.
"How do you k-know?" You trembled, gasping your mouth and before you could lift your hands to cover your face muzan held your hands into his bigger ones looking directly in your eyes.
"Tell me (y/n) am I wrong?", you knew he wasn't although it didn't make sense.
"No.." is all you replied, satisfied with your answers muzan proceeded into the next step.
And you will safe under my control.
"I want to keep you safe, (y/n)", he moved closer to your face.
"You and I shall rule the world"
"I don't know muzan"
"No one can harm you ever again"
"But-"
"Don't you want to be free?"
Free? That's what you have been wanting for so long, freedom. He made you believe that you can be a boundless bird stretching its wings in the infinite magnitude. All of your doubts stopped growing from then and there, muzan knew he has struck the right cord, creating a ray of false hope about your vision of a perfect free world, thereby controlling your perception just like a predator luring his victims with lies. Seems as if you were destined to be deceived.
"Yes" you replied hypnotized by his convincing.
"Then become a demon"
Just let me in, ohh
Muzan moved his hand across your face caressing it gently, his face inches apart from yours, as his lips crashed against yours. For someone who recoiled from physical touch, to be felt loved by something that isn't supposed to be God's creation. A warm feeling crept inside of your chest as it was pressed against his. Feeling your joint heartbeats.
I never bothered to feel my chest for a heart beat, now I do. As I looked down to see my hand moving towards my face, the slimy red droplet broke away, disconnecting our lips. Demon? This man who gave me this new life? His eyes, so calm and fiery, How can I feel such duality? I lifted my other hand, without knowing it went to his chest, On his chiseled chest, there. You thought.
"A demon?" You replied with your now quivering lips turning your face away with embarrassment, realizing your lips connected with burning passion. Your eyes teared up you know not why, to be embraced by one who was supposed to be cold, to be embraced by someone who stood against armies through out time, you wanted to be with him.
"you will be", said muzan, as you felt your consciousness fading away, you know now why... Why all of them follow him, despite the abuse..Despite the sacrifices... you know now why your body moved craving for his touch although you could feel your throat burning yet it didn't matter, the warm embrace is all that you wanted.
That night you abandoned your humanity.
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How To Get Your Ex Back If He Has A Girlfriend Stunning Useful Ideas
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