Stars don't twinkle, the moon doesn't shine.

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Awesome because Devil Hot and the SPK au are probably some of my favorites you write, though I love all the stuff you've got so far :)

I was thinking about the first one though, imaging the devil getting a bit bored maybe by the constant fear in his pet, and deciding to do something /painfully/ sweet to/for his pet, crushing them emotionally or pulling it away just to get a rise out of them. Or maybe playing a game with them they couldn't possibly win to get free then punishing them for trying to leave, feigning disappointment in their pet for not being loyal or something to that effect? Too vague?

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yes this is from june. dont look at me

tw lies, past trauma and torture, warped reality, manipulation, nonhuman whumper, religious themes

"If you can cross the room and push those doors open, I'll make it so that they'll lead you right back to the surface."

The human stared up at them warily, suspecting trickery. The Devil merely smiled back at him. They were being honest, as always. They couldn't lie like mortals. That was maybe the only thing the Devil couldn't do.

"It's not an order. Just an option." They leaned back in their throne, thick tail swooshing with mild excitement as it was draped over the decorative armrest. They watched the human's face intently, waiting for the breaking point at which he would agree and try his luck.

"I c-couldn't possibly push those doors open, Your Majesty."

The Devil smirked. "You don't have any faith in yourself, do you? I suppose that's natural." They snapped their fingers, and the palace doors flew open. As promised, the human could see the surface world on the other side. It was a familiar street as well, he could see his favourite bakery, and the salon with the horribly rude hair stylist. He would've given anything to be yelled at by that woman just one more time in his miserable life. "So?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I- Can I go, then?" He pushed himself halfway to his feet before thinking better of it. This was a merciful game, but maybe not that merciful. "Right now?"

"Yes, yes, go on. My patience isn't infinite."

After one last suspicious glance at the Devil, the human finally turned around and started crawling towards the palace doors. He was careful to stay on the pitch black carpets in the center of the room; he didn't want to get any new burns on his journey back to freedom.

He'd never noticed before just how far the throne room stretched. It felt like that vision of the surface wasn't getting any closer. He decided to look down and focus on each step as it came, trying to ignore the way the coarse carpet scraped against his knees and palms, or the exhaustion settling into his abused, cramping muscles. He forced himself not to look up for a good while, trying to tell himself that once he finally did, it'd be so much closer. Maybe he'd even reach it before looking up.

But when he did look up, the doors seemed to be just as far away as before. He let out a frustrated, helpless groan, and turned around to see how far he'd come, finding that the throne room seemed to stretch just as far in the other direction as it did towards the front gate.

The human's eyes widened in terror.

"You wanted to go back to the surface, didn't you?" The Devil's voice echoed. "Why look back? There's nothing here for a traitor."

He whimpered and started crawling again, faster. He needed to get to the door. The Devil was pissed that he'd taken the offer, of course they were, he should've known not to take any such risks. There was no turning back. They either got to that damn door, or they were doing to die trying.

Their desperation skyrocketed when the doors started to close, and the vision began to flicker in and out of existence. One moment he could see the bakery and the salon, and then he'd see the world disappear for a moment, catching a glimpse of Hell. Then the fickle illusion would come back, but wrong. The bakery that had had an open sign before was now closed, with the windows blacked out. The salon's door was wide open, with no one inside. The sun had started to set.

"No, no, no, please..." He picked up the pace even more, eventually just getting to his feet and taking off running. The door stayed just as far away as it had always been, steadily closing right in front of the human's eyes.

The world glitched again, and the bakery's windows were now all smashed in, with bright red graffiti - it was paint, right? - spelling out the word 'TRAITOR' across the remaining surface area. The salon had rats scurrying in and out, their small bodies clearly visible under the blinking street lights. It was already night.

This was all still so much better than his life in Hell. He would've taken the rat infested salon any day of the week, god, he would've taken anything other than this constant torment.

His lungs were burning and his legs were threatening to give out as he made a last-ditch effort to reach the end of this sick game. The doors closed with a heavy thud before he could even come near them, and he collapsed on the carpet, wheezing. He couldn't stop the tears, nor the crushing terror that had descended on him.

He was stuck.

He was stuck, and the Devil was angry.

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taglist: @whumpsday @lonesome--hunter @hidden-dreamland @the-scrapegoat

This art represents dissociation.

That feeling when the world around me feels uncertain and unsteady. As if I’ve lost my mental equilibrium, and I’m left walking through the world one wobbly step after another. When I feel out of synch on the inside as well, and I’m just trying as hard as I can to keep it together.

To keep going about my day, to keep doing what I was supposed to be doing, to not lose myself to this weird feeling inside that no one else can see.

"I may be a little warped in the brain, but we accept each other for the beautiful human beings we are.. I know that I'm a little rough around the edges, but you take me as I am.. and I couldn't be happier."

Nobody's perfect.. I don't even try to be, but you.. you are nearly there from what I can see - eUë

⏚⟒ ☊⏃⍀⟒⎎⎍⌰, ⊑⟒'⌇ ⍙⏃⏁☊⊑⟟⋏☌.

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A minority group of people seem to have taken a live action role playing game their community played together and have expanded it into the world at large and to bizarre,baffling nonsensical success. They have somehow gotten a chunk of the world at large to play along 100%.

They take up the causes as vehemently as if was their own. They take on the mission from the community game runners and earn reward points as social justice warriors and get "in game" rewards in the way of followers and shares on social media among other things.

The ones that started the game takes the LARPing comparison to another level by having those that play along adapt their language. They have them call them pronouns they choose then take it to the next level by inventing words to be called. It's akin to the star trek fans like me that take it a step further and learn klingon. Only in this "game" that has entered reality they've had the use of their language become law in places in the world. Meaning many many people are going along "playing along" to a ridiculous degree. It's a great example of the social justice warriors going the extra mile to be on the side of "the good guys" and doing what they have to do to keep gaining their social XP.

Now here is where the LARPing hit a whole new level of distorted reality. People, in order to keep playing and earning XP, had to accept that a man can become a woman and a woman can become a man. They can become these 100% just by deciding they are the other gender and nothing else. Now. Had this been rule number 1, many of the social justice warriors might not have been on board. But with it starting with baby steps. Starting with them getting into a pot of room temperature water then applying the heat they have been accustomed to taking non traditional stances and getting the rewards from doing so. The leap to this last rule of the "game" though still a big one has been shrunk by the steps to get there. So now otherwise normally rational people are agreeing that men are becoming women biologically and all other ways 100% just by deciding they are now women. You see any debate on this subject and someone will usually pipe up with trans women are women. Now that's fine if it is applying to what they wanna be referred to in society or treated like in their personal life. But what it's being brought up in reference to is men going into women and girl's bathrooms, women and girl's locker rooms and men competing in women and girl's sports after they "transition".

The fact that men have advantages in sports are well documented if you look at any non biased study of men and women in sports. Testosterone gives an edge. Build. Body shape. Muscle size. Reaction time to name a few. Men are being destroyed by men in sports then "transitioning" to enter women sports only to break their records, win their trophies and rank them out of spots they worked their hearts out for , earned and should've obtained. But to stand up for fairness for women in women sports gets you seen as a bigot. It's another way the players of the "game" get XP by attacking you. It's madness.

Here is the true atrocity with giving into the fantasy that has come with believing the distorted reality this "game" and it's rules have brought us. It is quite literally poisoning and destroying children. Kids as young as kindergarten are being taught their sex isn't the same as their gender and they are expected to understand this when most adults don't. Before this stuff permeated the media 0.1% of the population was trans and it was mostly male to female and it mostly started really young. Now 2% of high schoolers are trans and it's many female to male. That's never been the case. But what has always been the case is teen girls have always been more susceptible to social pressures. They are more likely to become anorexic, bulimic, cutters etc when those around them are. The studies also show that if leave a teen alone with body dysphoria at around 18 or 19 they'll usually identify as homosexual but they will settle into their physical body and be fine. But because of this distorted reality that gender is a construct not a biological fact, kids as young as 11, maybe younger are getting puberty blockers, hormones of the other sex and around 16 surgeries to remove their breasts as well as surgeries to remove their reproductive systems. Somehow minors who aren't mature enough to get a tattoo with a parents signature because they are too immature to pick something to be on their body permanently yet they can make decisions that will alter their body physically and functionally forever. That makes zero sense.

The saddest part of this social pandemic that's attacking teen girls is when they go to professionals for help this new reality has tied their hands as well. Psychologists and medical staff can only offer gender confirming treatment and advice. They ultimately have to confirm the patients diagnosis. A psychologist can't even suggest they do therapy and be sure it isn't other issues. That defeats all the purposes of therapy or even medical professionals. The patient should never be the end all and be all for their care. So what we have now is over a thousand law suits in the UK by people who have been through this system. Have transitioned and grew up to regret it and we're seeing it happen now in the US. And when these people who were taken in by the social pandemic, confirmed every step by the warped reality society and sent through the medical conveyer belt of gender alteration come out against the stupidity of it all they are told to be silent. To shut up. That they will discourage real trans kids. How insane is that?

I'll end with this. If you have to silence someone's truth. If you have to hide facts. If you have to change reality and lie to get progress in your movement. You might wanna take a better look at your movement and what's fueling it!

Okay so the weirdest thing happened to me and I'm like okay this is a perfect example of being sleep deprived and not properly medicated (bc of the shortage) for over two or three weeks, obviously you'll see I don't really have a grasp on the way time works ATM

I was gonna journal and I was flipping through to find my page and I get close and then I'm like .. mm

Sorta looks like that's a 9? Maybe I just messed up 01? And I even got the year wrong? But I was like well maybe I just messed up and meant to do 01/10/23 and I keep going and then

I DID IT AGAIN???? like maybe I could've let it slide the first time but that's definitely a 9. Like why does my brain keep thinking I'm in September??? And I don't even know what year it is!!! ????

even after settling down, theyre pretty cautious.....

.......it doesnt last long

Prompt 99

Tucker feels like tearing out his hair and screaming until reality warps. 

Visit Gotham, they said. They have great scholarships, they said. It’s not that bad, they said. Yeah well they can go shove it, because he bets that they didn’t have a bunch of golden-eyed not-ghosts following them around like Cujo does with Danny!

dream within a dream, lotus eater machine

Most annoying NMJ or JC take is when someone that dislikes them is like "oh you're a fan of him? *scoff* Well obviously you've only seen cql, where he was super watered down. In the novel he's a dislikable asshole and that's the objectively superior canon I'm working from instead of your woobified fanfic." Meanwhile your main canon is novel canon and you genuinely find novel Jiang Cheng and Nie Mingjue complex sympathetic characters.

You've always been that fat part 1/2

cow mission for lunch parade :3

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