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kingofthecapybaras · 8 months

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brief lil fic i wrote bc i was having too many thoughts about landduo hurt/comfort

obvious warnings for mentions of missing eggs and general angst

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foolish walks out of his tower, having just finished organizing his loot from the dungeons he did today, and pointedly not dwelling for too long on anything other than the chests in that room. he still has a bit of time left today, and he's certainly not looking forward to trying to go to sleep and being left alone with his thoughts, so maybe he can finally squeeze some work in on the titan, or he'll go to spawn and run into someone else to goof around with and distract himself.

foolish gets halfway across the path to his warpstone when he finally notices bad on the shore. he's sitting on the ground outside his and dapper's first house, with his arms wrapped around his legs, knees tucked up to his chin, staring off blankly into the water as it waves and ripples against the land.

foolish pauses for a brief moment, and then turns to walk along the shore over to him.

"hey," foolish greets softly. bad turns his head to look up at foolish, but doesn't say a word. foolish notices the bags under his eyes. bad turns back to staring out at the water.

it's not an outright 'go away,' so foolish takes that as invitation enough to sit down next to him on the ground, curled up similarly to bad with his hands resting on his knees. for what feels like the first time all day, foolish lets out a deep breath, the full weight of his thoughts washing over him like the sound of the waves.

he thinks of leo. he thinks about how in the days leading up to the eggs' disappearance he didn't even get to see her, missing her by mere minutes. he thinks of the note she left in the chest in her room, he thinks about the totems left there and how wherever she is now, she doesn't have them. he thinks of vegetta, how he's probably going to come back and find out their daughter is missing. he thinks of all the other eggs. surely they'll all come back, right? the last time they went missing they came back. they have to come back, it's not fair for them to just be taken without any warning, without any explanation, without any closure.

foolish feels tears start to prick at the corners of his eyes, and tries to push the feeling away. bad is still sitting next to him, after all, and foolish can only think however he's feeling, bad must be feeling it worse, he practically took care of all the eggs. he doesn't need to add foolish having a breakdown in front of him on top of all of that.

foolish takes another few deep breaths, listening to the sound of the waves, letting his thoughts wash away with them, and he thinks he might be somewhere close to feeling normal again. and then he feels bad lean his head against his shoulder.

he looks down to find bad already looking up at him, and they share a brief glance before foolish wraps an arm around bad's back, pulling him in closer, and bad moves to fully wrap his arms around foolish's chest, and then foolish moves his other arm and they're hugging each other so tight foolish worries he might crush him.

and then foolish notices bad is crying- shaking, silent sobs with cold tears landing where bad has tucked his head near foolish's shoulder- and then foolish's carefully put up wall cracks, every last thought and emotion foolish had been bottling in rushing out in the form of tears that trail down his cheeks and fall against bad's back.

they stay hugging even after they've both stopped crying, until finally foolish feels bad push back against his hold and he releases him. bad pulls away, wiping at his face with one hand, still saying nothing. foolish has the impulse to poke fun at him just to regain a sense of normalcy, but quickly pushes it down. he has the feeling bad needed that just as much as he did.

they sit in silence again for a little while longer, staring out at the water and the now mostly set sun just barely dipping below the horizon, before bad stands up.

"uh, i should go… i have stuff i need to work on."

foolish stands up with him, feeling that whatever moment they were having before has now passed.

"yeah, yeah. me too," foolish says. bad turns to leave, and foolish puts out a hand to stop him. "uh. thanks, though."

it's doesn't feel exactly like what foolish really means, but it's close enough.

"oh. thank you too," bad says.

they go their separate ways, and they don't mention it again, aside from the knowing glance they share when they see each other the next morning.

#idk if this is worth putting on ao3 and either way i cant b bothered to fix it up enough for that rn so its just a post #qsmp #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp fanfic #foolish gamers #qsmp foolish #badboyhalo #qsmp badboyhalo #landduo #land duo #foolhalo #vaguely. you can interpret it however u want #i just have many thoughts about them being constants in each others lives and relying on each other for stability #but also never really actually saying or addressing it or even really thinking about it #also i am posting this at 2am if its shit thats my excuse lmao

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emerald-antssss · 2 months

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“Hey guys! Look at this stick I found!”

Sonic turned, and laughed. “Tangle, that’s not a stick, that’s a whole tree branch.”

Tangle waved the birch branch in the air with her tail, its remaining leaves falling to the ground. “If there were any badniks around, this would be a great weapon.” She thrust the branch forward as if she were fencing.

Whisper opened her eyes slightly to glance in Tangle’s direction, but what really caught her attention was Tails.

The kit’s orange fur was bristled, his small frame ready to run. Tails’ ears were flattened against his head, and his blue irises had taken over most of his eyes, as his pupils were shrunken in fear.

Whisper had seen Tails when he was afraid before, like when he watched Sonic get badly hurt by Surge. But nothing like this.

Never like this.

“Tails.”

The fox did not move. Not even an ear flicked.

He stayed focused on the stick.

Whisper raised her voice.

“Tails.”

Tails turned his left ear toward her, but no other movements were made.

And then he turned and ran into the forest.

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“Tails! Tails! Wo bist du?”

The blue hedgehog was met with silence, and he groaned. He didn’t know where his little brother had run off to, but it had to be because of something traumatic.

He knew some of the things his village had done to him, but not all of them. But he knew they were all bad.

Sonic had been told that kids called him a freak and a curse. People beat him up, tried to drown him, burned his flesh, ripped his fur, starved him…

Heck, the poor kid still had a bullet in his chest because somebody shot at him. It all made Sonic angry.

The hedgehog sighed. “Tails! Little buddy? You can come out now! Kleiner Kumpel! Hallo?”

He heard whimpering and crying from a bush. Sonic split it so he could see inside.

The kit had tears streaming down his face, and he was asking in big, heaving breaths. They were so… irregular. When Tails saw Sonic towering over him, he froze. And he stopped breathing. Sonic hated when the kid did that, but it was a habit.

“Hey little buddy,” Sonic said softly.

Tails just pulled his knees close to his chest. “Hallo,” he whispered.

Sonic carefully sat down next to him. “Geht es dir gut?” Tails closed his eyes and whimpered. “Ich weiß es nicht.” And Sonic hugged him.

And Tails began to sob.

They sat there like that for a couple minutes until Tangle and Whisper came crashing through the brush.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” Tangle inquired.

Tails cleared his throat. “W-when…” The kid hesitated.

Sonic gave him a soft smile. “Take all the time you need bud.”

“When I l-lives on West S-s-side Island…” The kit sickens in a big breath. “They liked to beat me with sticks. W-well… not really sticks. Um…”

“Branches?” Whisper asked.

Tails whimpered, and nodded. “They would beat me with them. Hard. A-and they would d-do it u-until I bled. Or…” Tails began to cry harder as he tried to finish his sentence. “T-they w-w-would k-keep going…”

Sonic growled. Tails had never seen his big brother so angry, but that was to be expected of Sonic.

“I found a scar this morning… and Tangle had t-that branch…”

Tails flopped down into Sonic’s lap. The trio surrounded him, and hugged him.

And they stayed like that for a while.

#ooof #that’s gotta hurt #I wasn’t sure how to end it so this is what you guys got #I’ll put it on AO3 later because I don’t have time rn #Maybe I should drive comes soon!#emerald-antssss #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #my writing #unbreakable bond #fanfic #ao3 #sonic and tails #tangle the lemur #tangle and whisper #whisper the wolf

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somewhereincairparavel · 19 days

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Wolf!Jason au is very popular amongst the fandom bc duh he's a wolfy feral boy but what about Vampire!Jason. Vampires are also canine flesh biting beings 👀 I need a fanfic abt this. Dam should I write it?-

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itsmrvlxh50 · 2 months

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When I read hurt/comfort, I don’t care if the fic is like 99% hurt, I want that 1% comfort in the end

#hurt comfort #hurt/comfort #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #imma put the fandoms I read as well #xmen #cherik #avengers #stony #starkbucks #stuckony #hawaii 50 #mcdanno #and like a couple hundred more I don’t have time to tag rn

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officialdashcon2024 · 10 months

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Would it be a bad idea to write A/B/O fic of Omega!AnonymousSudan and Alpha!AO3?

Asking for a friend

#ao3 #dashcon 2024 posts #anonymous sudan #the fic will be gay and transgender btw #the fic won’t be posted on ao3 rn but it’ll be put on every other site I can think of #fabrication.net is a hellsite (derogatory) but if I can post there I will #ao3 down #fanfic #fanfiction #if there’s any other tropes or even fetishes you think they’ll hate tell me #I’ll make more one shots of anonymous Sudan getting railed

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themoonking · 11 months

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when people bring up the racism, homophobia, transphobia, romanticization of domestic abuse / rape / pedophilia / incest, literal actual written porn of literal actual real life flesh and blood children, et cetera et cetera on archive of our own, one of the ao3 stannies’ main defenses is “you can just filter out the tags if you don’t want to see that!” when that defense has no fucking legs to stand on.

ao3 is not an archive, it is barely even a website: a rant <3 (very long)

ignoring the fact that it’s a problem that all of that is permitted on the site in the first place (i guess child porn and racism are fine, and the people who allow it on their platform are fine, as long as i, personally, do not see it), that defense literally means nothing. it’s assuming that every little thing on ao3 is tagged properly and it absolutely is not, and if you think it is you are dumber than rocks. i mean for fuck’s sake, just touching on archive warnings and not tags, “creator chose not to use archive warnings” is literally a valid option for fic authors to use when it should fucking not be.

if someone is a freak who thinks that pedo shit is hot, they might not tag it as “rape” (archive warnings OR tags). i’ve literally seen underage father/son rape porn with no trigger warning tags but “child abuse if you squint”. IF YOU SQUINT. if someone thinks that domestic abuse is actually cool and sexy when attractive people do it, they might not tag it as “abuse”. if someone is a freak who likes incest, but bends over backwards to justify it by only shipping adopted family members, then they tell themselves that they don’t view it as incest, and might not tag it as “incest”. if someone is a racist, a homophobe, a transphobe, et cetera and they wrote bigotry into their fic (or else wrote a deliberate troll fic to trigger people on purpose), do you really think they’re going to tag it as racism / homophobia / transphobia / et cetera? and some people get kicks out of writing purposefully triggering content and either leaving it untagged or mistagging it so that people will read it unsuspectingly.

even for just general content tags, it’s a mess. people just forget to tag things all the time. people deliberately won’t tag the endgame ship of their fic because “it’s a spoiler heehee”. people use the romantic or sexual “x / y” tag instead of the platonic or otherwise “x & y” tag, sometimes by mistake sometimes on purpose. it’s a joked about issue how people will tag characters or ships that appear in their fic for two sentences.

there’s no standardization of tags, which is a pretty obvious problem. what first comes to mind is the “dead dove: do not eat” tag which should just not be a tag at all because it just has no meaning. depending on the individual fic writer using it, it could mean anything from “literally the most sickening and depraved thing you’ve ever read in your life” to “horror w/ gore”. but it applies to other vague tags too - different fic writers will have different ideas of what the tag means.

in addition to that, what is and isn’t made a filterable tag, what tags are made synonymous, et cetera, is entirely up to the whims of the site staff. as an example, if you’re trying to look for fanfiction of a singular animated disney movie, the infinite crossovers with other disney movies will not actually be counted as crossovers (which they are) because they’re classified as the “disney theatrical animated universe” (which isn’t a fucking thing), so you can’t filter them out the “exclude crossovers” way. if you try to filter out the fandom tag “disney theatrical animated universe”, it’ll show up with zero fics because that tag is synonymous with every disney animated film (regardless of if the fic author actually used the tag “disney theatrical animated universe” or not), thus also filtering out the one you actually wanted to find.

and do not get me fucking started on the “all media types tags”, which also just shouldn’t be a thing because it makes it fucking impossible to find the specific fics you’re looking for. some people use it in place of tagging a specific canon / adaptation when their fic very clearly draws from one specific canon / adaptation, and you can’t filter it out because it’s synonymous with every fandom tag under its umbrella.

as an example of the issues of both the “all media types” tag and mistagging in general: as a fan of the witcher books, it used to be a fucking ordeal to find fanfiction specifically for the books (post netflix show release). some show fans would, for whatever reason, tag their fics with the book fandom tag in addition to (or even in place of!!) the show fandom tag when their fics were unquestionably show-specific, meaning i could not simply search only in the book fandom tag. i could not simply filter out the show tag, because some show fans would, for whatever reason, tag as fucking “all media types”, when their fics were unquestionably show-specific. and alas, i could not filter out “all media types” and the show tag, so that i see only those fics which have been deliberately and exclusively tagged as the book, not only because as mentioned some show fans would tag their show fics with only the book tag, but also because the fucking all media types tag filters out the book tag as well, leaving me with zero fucking fics REGARDLESS of if the author actually used the “all media types” tag. now, thankfully, i’ve thankfully seen this issue in this specific fandom lessen, but it still occurs in other fandoms and i guarantee that it didn’t lessen in the witcher fandom because of any fixing of the site on the part of ao3 staff.

another common defense of ao3 freaks is that it’s an “archive”, and therefore can’t get rid of anything anyone posts, and disregarding the fact that that is not how archives fucking work, they don’t just allow anything and also ao3 DOES get rid of fics... when they say that they don’t like proshippers, apparently, archives have... you know... archivists. they have someone or a team of someones making sure that everything in the archive is *properly fucking categorized*. they have someone or multiple someones making sure that everything they recieve (1) belongs there and (2) is properly labeled and organized. same for libraries. meaning that if ao3 really were an archive and not a sub par fanfiction website, they’d have something like that in place. something as simple as a report button for fics with a review team that will see if something’s been mis- or untagged. they’d have some kind of standardization of tags (especially the warning / trigger tags) and have proper tagging enforced in some way. and then they could also do something like stop being spineless racists, queerphobes, and pedos have the barest minimum of content guidelines saying that you can’t post fucking hate speech.

if something is mistagged or untagged, the most you can do is leave a comment politely asking that the author fix the issue, and then hope and pray that they do that. and if that person thinks [insert form of abuse] is hot, or if they’re just straight up a bigot that wrote bigotry into their fics to be bigoted, or they’re a troll that gets kick out of deliberately traumatizing people by tricking them into reading their mis/untagged fics, they might not! AND if you see a major tagging issue on an orphaned work, or a work that has an inactive author / hasn’t been updated in forever, good fucking luck getting even a negative response.

you can’t permanently block tags (i mean even tumblr.hell has that), meaning that if you would like to search for fic without coming across something troubling, triggering, or just something you don’t like, you have to either (1) do a work around by having a bookmarked link for every fandom you’re in or every character you like with all of your tags already blocked, (2) download browser extensions that do the work for ao3 because they can’t be bothered themselves, or (3) input every individual tag every time you search ao3 and don’t forget that all of those options only fucking work at all when everything is tagged properly, and we’ve already established its not. you also can’t actually block people (you can only prevent them from commenting) meaning that if there’s a specific person you’d like to stay away from your fics or a specific fic author that you don’t like and would like to stop seeing their fics clogging up the tag, you’re out of luck (though for the latter you could insert “-[username]” into the “search within results” box, but then uh oh we’re right back around to having to input that every time or have a bookmark)

their archive warning system is shit. first of all it’s functionally useless because, as mentioned, “creator chose not to use archive warnings” is an option. what’s the fucking point of special required archive warnings if you’re going to allow people to opt out anyway. second of all, aside from “chose not to use warnings” and “no warnings apply”, the only warnings are “major character death”, “graphic depictions of violence”, “rape/non-con”, and “underage”. disregarding the fact that they shouldn’t be allowing porn of underage characters in the first place (but i’m talking to a brick wall on that issue) and that “non-con” (and “dub-con”) as terminology needs to die, it’s just fucking rape lets not use weasel words... this is a paltry list of possible warnings. there’s no official warnings for depictions of: domestic abuse, animal abuse, depictions of racism / homophobia / transphobia / et cetera, suicide, self harm, et cetera et cetera. and we return to the issue of standardization of tags. in your required archive warnings at very least, there should be a standardization of what these mean, but ao3′s own faq is just like “ehh... you decide. we’ll leave it up to you”. what qualifies as graphic depictions of violence? two people may write the same level of violence, but qualify “graphic” differently, and make different decisions regarding their warnings. and we also return to the issue of: if a freak doesn’t see something that is clearly rape as rape, they might not tag it as such.

this website gets a disgustingly large amount of money every year that it doesn’t fucking do anything with. it’s been over a decade and they’re still in fucking beta. features that would actually be useful, like an actual block system, don’t exist. they technically have a report system for abuse and harassment and such, but apparently what they qualify as abuse and harassment is fickle. ao3 defenders seem to be very proud of the legal work they do for fandom / fanfic authors, but they set aside a very small amount of the money they get every year for legal advocacy, and they actually use even less of that, because it’s not the early 2000s “anne rice hates fanfiction” era anymore - you aren’t going to get fucking sued for writing fanfiction in the first place. based on their own self-reported yearly cost of upkeep, they literally already have enough money to run the site as they are now for the next twenty years.

once again: ao3 is not an archive. it is not a library. it is barely a even a website.

#specifically a website run by freaks #who care more about ppl's 'fannish experience' than they do ppl of color abuse survivors and the real children ppl write p!rn of #anyway here's the rant i promised in the coming days since that one post #also i know people will come at me and say that dddne DOES have a meaning its a signal that the reader knows what theyre getting into #so cant be upset if it upsets them #or something along those lines #but (1) we've already well established that the reader very likely doesn't know what they're getting into #because a lot of the shit on ao3 is untagged or mistagged #and a lot of stuff with the dddne tag specifically isnt properly tagged because authors use dddne as a catch all #and just put that down instead of actually properly tagging their work #and as mentioned the authors that use it that way use it for literally anything that might make something uncomfortable #from the sickest shit there is to a little bit of gore #and you can say that those authors (who use it without also tagging what exactly they're talking about) are using the tag incorrectly #but oopsie! that then circles back around to (2) if someone is using a tag incorrectly there's no way to deal with that #other than a comment and a prayer #i speak #anti ao3 #anti archive of our own #fandom nonsense #my monologues

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daisychainsandbowties · 10 months

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Chapters: 1/? Rating: Explicit

words: 5k

Summary:

Beatrice and Lilith are two perfectly normal, poorly-adjusted postdocs, living on a remote island in Antarctica. They circle like a pair of shy electrons, in stiff silence punctuated by weird longing. That is, until Ava Silva and the new pro-diver, Camila, show up on Anvers Island.

Things were weird before that, but they're a lot weirder afterwards.

or, a Palmer Station au!

#warrior nun #finally going to start making actual entire Events out of the palmer station au fragments so... that's my problem i guess #camilith #avatrice #wn fic #yay i finally put some of this on ao3 #i am probably on an airplane rn actually #palmer station au

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cryptocism · 2 years

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i love your thads au thank you for making it❤️. do you have any snippets of information regarding the clones that you might be willing to share? please I just love them so much.

omg thank u so much!!! and yes i do have a itty bitty tidbit actually in the form of a drawing of Eight without the goggles

i couldn't not make at least one of these boys have heterochromia it's in the self-indulgent oc handbook. also birthmark.

#asks #anonymous #too many thads au #my art #full disclosure the google doc is 150+ pages rn and almost 80k words #which is not... exactly where i thought we were headed but im rolling with it #my plan is to finish the first draft and then start posting chapters probably on ao3 #bc if i start posting anything now im for sure never gonna finish writing it #anyway im glad folks are still interested in this au lmao i love to put these clones in situations #AH WAIT i forgot to tag #eye contact

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averlym · 8 months

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HI I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE INTO ADAMANDI HOLY SHIT. Can’t believe so few people know about this masterpiece of a musical

:OOOOO hai i agree it is criminally (haha yknow bc there are crimes..) underrated!! and really brilliant!!! discovered it literally midway through the week and akdfjgsjhdsjhjgdf

have a doodle of the saints :3

#this is kinda because on someone's insta i saw one of the saints doing a peace sign dksajh have smth silly #adamandi #ask me stuff???#realising i have to put my tags at the beginning before rambles or tumblr won't catch it #i am into adamandi. now. this is terrible timing because exam season but hMM the academic grindset really resonates now huh #the moment i caught myself in the ao3 tag i was like ''oh.''#i have so many thoughts. so many many thoughts. im so insane about this musical actually. also the fandom so far seems so nice #also yeah! the number of people who know about it is quite small huh.. it makes me kinda feel like im infiltrating the group... ?#late to the party as ever. but it's. so so good. such a musical ever the brainrot is real #also the way the creators themselves are active on tumblr :OO rly cool. ngl the tags they left under my posts had me #giggling screaming kicking my feet etcetera... and bc apparently i thrive off positive reinforcement that sparked the whole cut fruit art..#i am itching to know about the track thing with portia. also portrix real the lesbians keep winning!! also also i may have spent half a day #internet stalking ><. secret pinterest boards where :O #anyway thank you for the ask anon idk how to answer concisely but yes. adamandi. oh my god.#miscellany: can we appreciate ambrose's high notes.. also i was on wiki reading about ''apollonian vs dionysian'' it's insane #on yet another note. im entering my lin era rn i think. what a time. where can i run so true + vincent's surname my beloved. forest imagery #side note? tiny little detail i'd love to do smth about in the future: in word to the wise there's smth about “appraising your rings” and i #the one who pulls the strings beatrix mentions “bought my classmates rings” like. kjdfhsgjkhd???? thinks.#.. but new fav musical unlocked is all #between this and watt i am maybe into my murder musical era. confession that i don't do horror much because i have an overactive imaginatio #but like those two hit the spot. and i think organic imagery.. blood visuals.. is very cool// and the moment you start looking at literal #life and death situations then the dramaticness especially comes in and that's fun!! // also i read smth today about tragedy making you #appreciate irl stuff more. like ''wow thats messed up im sure glad that isnt me i love life''. and lowkey?? yeah

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kingdom0fcards · 7 months

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Noah and His lover.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian/Nicholas Ruffilo

Content warning: implied homophobia, character death, and decapitation (all descriptions are brief)

A/n: I hope y'all enjoy this, maybe I'll make a full story line for this and add more lore to it if anyone is interested in that.

Noah will never know what it truly means to be happy.

To see his love ripped away from him in the same disturbing way every time they meet again makes his stomach churn and his throat close up. His love dying in the most brutal way of decapitation in every life he walks will forever haunt Noah.

His love dying by the blades of many swords and guillotines. His love dying by many hangings gone wrong, freak accidents, and by his own hand at times.

Yet Noah has to watch it happen every time.

He's immortal, a punishment set to him when the town he resided in found him and his lover were together many centuries ago. It didn't help that his lover was the prince or the fact that he himself was a spellcaster of sorts.

So they bound his lover, tying him to the first guillotine he would get wrongfully murdered at. They bound him to a pole, making him watch his lover's beautiful head get torn away from his body as he sobbed and screamed for them to stop.

The townspeople found another spellcaster, forcing the poor man to grant immortality on Noah and force him to forever find his lover, the immortality unable to be reversed unless the spellcaster that granted it allows it. So Noah's stuck in a forever loop of seeing the love of his life die.

He always finds his lover, always, but it always ends the same. Noah will never find his happy ending, nor his lover.

...

Over the years Noah became a kleptomaniac, taking things that remind him of his lover's many lives.

He's taken many items of clothing, storing them in separate boxes with a few other things from those lives. He's taken crystals and jewelry, and as of most recent a tattoo gun.

The tattoo gun sits on his nightstand, forever reminding him of his love that he just recently lost.

It was a dreadful sight... Noah walked into his tattoo shop, hoping to finish the tattoo his love has worked on for a decade at this point, and he saw him as beautiful as ever.

They got halfway done before a robbery happened, the robber running and his lover chasing him out the shop. He left his tattoo gun at his station and Noah knew he was taking that next as he heard a scream from outside.

The robber pushed Noah's lover away, causing him to lose balance and decapitate himself on a rather sharp fence outside the shop. Noah ran back inside sobbing, taking the tattoo gun and leaving with a still unfinished tattoo.

So now he lays in his bed, scrolling through all the accounts his lover has made since social media was made, even the ones that were made centuries ago.

Noah only finds his lover every twenty years, even though he first met him when he was sixteen. He thought he was the most beautiful man ever, his dark hair and green eyes, and his beautiful smile that Noah swears lights up a room. The fact that his hand fits perfectly in his and the way their bodies snap together like a missing puzzle piece finally found.

It's painful, missing his lover. Sometimes they can't even spend enough time together to fall in love. Sometimes Noah only sees him once and awhile before he tragically passes. He hopes the next twenty years is different, he hopes he can avoid his lover's death and live with him forever.

...

Noah truly thought this time was gonna be different.

His lover lasted longer this time and Noah got to admire him longer. Noah got to fall in love again, his lover fell too. He found his lover at a coffee shop and he gained the confidence to go up to him, complementing the tattoos that adorned his skin.

His lover chuckled with a "thanks" and Noah's heart fluttered, asking if he could sit with him. His lover nods and they sit talking for hours in this little coffee shop in Virginia.

That was two years ago, the longest his lover has lasted. Now here Noah sobs, holding his lover's corpse in his arms after a car accident that wasn't his fault. Noah doesn't understand why he has to live and his lover can't. He doesn't understand why he's cursed with this immortality and his lover can't live with him forever too.

After Noah left the hospital he stayed at he immediately went to his lover's residence in this lifetime, taking his lover's prized possession to forever remember this lifetime with him.

He got home and placed the teal bass guitar on his wall, it was a perfect fit around all the clutter of things from his lover's past. He sobs, curled up on his bed and clutching the hoodie his lover bought for him in this life.

He just wishes this curse would be lifted.

#noah sebastian #nicholas ruffilo #bad omens fic #rpf #Nicholas/Noah #cursed lovers au #(i dont feel like putting this on ao3 rn)#cw character death #cw decapitation #angst angst angst #hurt and absolutely no comfort yummy #bad omens fanfiction

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anarchismnow · 25 days

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I had a vision of an anarchist future growing in my head. There were 3 major roles for people who looked after the citizens. I called the main two Home Makers, and Statitions. The final extra is a guild of people, my brain calls them the judge club, or judging guild, or pickers group. All fun, but efficient.

Home Makers - like their namesake - look after a larger number of people. Their job is to know all their neighbours, to talk with them, to know what is going on in the town and make sure the relevant info gets to it's target audience.

The second group, the Statitions, collect basic information from people. They are efficient. They know what wants to do what, basically. They know basically where it happens. They get info from all the homemakers, but peoples ids remain anonymous if that works best.

These groups get together pretty often, work together hand in hand. In meetings, or private, or whatever, a Homemaker can mention an interest in the people they look out for, and a statition can see if other districts agree, and can then set up the thing to make it happen.

Judges are for when things go wrong. I use the example of a back or front end collision, where the person in the wrong gets away. Let's say, the person last hit is angry and demands the person behind them be punished. But the person behind them also has car damage, and did nothing wrong. The judges would try and pick an outcome to make both parties happy (their job is to call bullshit if bullshit is there). When person one isn't happy with person twos outcome, the judges may decide to assign the first person some sort of therapy or understanding class or guild service time. The hope would be they would end up happy with the arrangement, because they understood. And if not, they could try and appose it again, only to be sent back to another betterment facility again.

The whole point is that Education is the solution. Free education. It is free. In my ideal anarchoneedsism society (to shove that word in there) there would be clubs covering all the things important to society. Arts, building, healing, teaching. And there would be further splits when specific subgroups became big enough (like a sports club dojo for a larger group of martial artists). These guilds would make sure that people had the right education to be doing what they did.

This society would work via a "needs" focused tech system. There would be a scaling, so the most important tasks would be put at the front. For instance, if the town was building a bridge, the guilds working to make that bridge would be expected to prioritise making those parts. To meet project deadlines or to continue working on that task. After an important task had been completed, they would move onto free time or lower needs pieces. For instance, a personalisation for a persons home, a piece of art. They may also move onto working at a different guild, or on educating themselves further. Or just leave. It's up to them. As long as something is going they're doing good.

So, people live in houses (possibly rooms, or cabins. A capsule hotel for new people. Family housing can be gotten as well, but people start pretty basically) where they are able to socialise and get their needs addressed by their local homemaker (homemaker for the town). If they needed something, it would be logged into the needs system, and a statition would send that order to the right people, or create overall events get togethers and plans to make it happen. And if someone didn't like something they could make a case of it to the judges guild, whose aim is to make both parties happy.

If there was to be a criminal, or someone who did some bad shit, they would be blocked from all adjacent guilds. Like, if a person from a martial arts guild went bloodthirsty on their peers (which they shouldn't, because understanding the damage to a person it causes is a prerequisite for anything martial related) they would be banned from any sports, martial related, or weapon making related guilds. If they were corrupt in management they'd be banned from managing or working in the area affected (and again, their education should stop this before hand)

Since everything is ran locally, if you murder or mess with anyone in town, you risk loosing that whole section. You can have anything you want as long as your society is functioning and the resources are available. It may take a bit of time, but it's yours. No point in trying to cause, well... anarchy in the current common understanding of the word, because it just means it will take longer, or, you will not get what you want. And society won't work and you might die (which, well, it would be basic required equation lmao). So people would know not to do it.

We'd implement a certificate system. Courses should take roughly a month to complete. People could be given a partial certification, which would mean they would have to retake any test to earn it a month later to confirm that the knowledge was still known and consolidated. But, testing would be, just that. A course would outline what you needed to learn, and if you had learned those requirements, then the test should be a breeze.

An additional certification in working together could be acquired. Thus, if there was no doctor and someone hurt themselves, people from other fields of medicine, or with smaller degrees, could work together to address the problem best they could. A surgeon with a foot bone specialist, a muscle specialist and a bone specialist could come together to find a solution. (though people tell me that is already what happens, they're still talking about people who have to study 4-7 years in our current education system, away from small communities or their home communities, to get said degrees. We are talking 3 random ass local peeps getting together to help. With a few courses on human health in certain areas. Doing their very best. Which, if people don't like, judges guild. But it's better if more people know something that nobody has gotten into uni and everyone knows nothing on the topic. Or has to prey unreliable google will give them the perfect answer. Nothing wrong with google but I'd prefer a bit more certainty, yk?) Furthermore, certificates could be suspended, for instance if someone did a bad crime. Their knowledge would still be addressed if the degree was nulled in such a way. So people could transition to a field that used similar skillsets to the one they were leaving. So homemakers or statitions could mention fields where their past knowledge could be made useful again.

Further more, you could just visit and hang around a guild. People could watch, or offer what they could, to guilds where they weren't qualified but were interested. After a while, terminology could be picked up, skills learned. And, thus, a person deciding to get certified could already know most of the information on a test put before them, before they went to lessons. As long as safety is the first priority, people should be allowed to move forth in this manner. (Even if this slowed down the work, or caused some redos to be required, it is creating community well being and happiness to the person trying it out, so it is an acceptable cost if the resources are available and the safety is ensured and prioritised)

With people educated in their specific areas having the skills to communicate with others in areas regarding new projects, the need for government or voting should be all but gone. In places where one group or person will not accept the answer, it is the judges call. The focus is on the well being of humans (their world, their society, their health, their mental health and happiness, and the health of the things around them), meaning that the logical option, the correct one, morally too, would most likely be chosen. Without corruption, monetary gains and such, problems should turn into more logical and need worthy cases. For instance, "you want to build a train line over a small farming section, but that means some food will be lost". Logically, both sides are in the right to complain, and arrangements can be made for both to work out. Maybe a different train route, or more farm land in a different place. And this debate would most likely be brought up (because of homemakers and statitions) before any major steps had been taken. It's easier to work with things earlier in the piece then when the tracks are already partially down. Furthermore, many situations may be worked out without including the judges guild. Because logically, you can come to a conclusion with the facts in front of you, and that they are (or easily found by homemakers and statitions).

So, government happily abolished. Fighting is dealt with. Oh, time for contracts.

Contracts are required to ensure a person gives their consent. Punishments include time away from your passions to learn better, to understand damage caused. But it is beyond that. Each guild and project is usually documented to some degree. A person will sign or label their work. Something like a finger print and visual drawing beside a name. There should be no need to forge any signatures, but once again, judges and records in other areas can confirm, alongside testimonies, that the forger was in the wrong. (EG, forging a certificate which was signed by professors to show legitimacy. Said professors could prove they didn't actually grade or meet with the person who had the certificate. And if the person didn't have the knowledge to have the forged certificate, the certificate would be removed or lost anyway.)

But, for instance, lets say someone wanted an actual slave to live with them. If the slave consented, then they could have this relationship, if they wanted. Some dom/sub relationships are okay and actually appreciated, increasing peoples wellbeing. The certificate would have to be well wrote. Anything that would be done would be on the certificate. One wrong thing and the person could just not sign it. If the person says no, then they have also withdrawn consent, even if something was signed. The person said no for a reason, and the judges guild would hear that reason. With education as punishment, punishment would be more useful and better at creating understanding for wrongs. Uneducated people can cause problems for human well being. So education is the best thing to help both parties.

Even for things like marriage and partnership, contracts may be signed. For public projects, contracts would be signed. For items, there would be paperwork signed, records, contracts that say the item is important to a person. Paperwork that helps owners find lost items. Signatures when individuals have done things (like on what day they accepted to do something. Or, even more important, who did what was needed when. Overwatering plants and overworking people goes against the interests of happy and healthy society. Having signed paperwork and records helps stop any miscommunication that might cause these things.)

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A town or community should provide its people with the basics required to live. I'm speaking a house / place to stay, 3 meals a day (even if they are basic), shower spots, places and servises to clean clothes, fresh drinking water (recycling water facilities can do it.) Places to do sports, to get care. All of it should be guaranteed. People moving from one place to another should be able to compare who does what and choose what they like. For instance, one community may have a preferred sport of the person, but another may have better playgrounds or a larger education resource library, or a larger field, or, a spa. Idk? But that would be what people would compare. The guilds, the features, the food provided. They'd get to pick what suited them best, based on what the different communities provided and their availability.

People themselves would have a bag or case for belongings. A selection of their belongings would be registered as high priority. Thus, if there was an emergency and things had to be evacuated, these things would be packed and taken to a safe place. They would then be returned to the person, or would be tracked in the system so the person could find where they were. For people, that means certain things would be protected. If you can fit it in the bag, if it stays in the bag, it's not going anywhere. That is what makes it safe.

Other belongings would still be looked after, in emergencies. Different guilds may have dibs on pieces, to make sure they are evacuated efficiently nd kept for prosperity. Prized china, outfits, documents and records, films and books, traditional gear. Tables and chairs and furniture even.

Some houses would be small enough to just be towed away. All stuff saved. But for other families, that would mean they had prized possessions and memories saved. Beyond records, they would have their most needed things. Things that bring them mental health and safety, pleasure and joy, nostalgia and belonging and comfort. Even if all else is lost.

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As a final thought, I'll leave this: I like to think, in this anarchist society, that a person could request a castle for themselves, and that over the years, they'd get one. That people would think 'why not?' and would slowly do it, just because the project was big, quirky, interesting and weird. A breath of fresh air.

All the crazy things capitalism could dream up would happen better in this crazy anarchist society. I love that, personally.

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