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luvlyhee · 4 days

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“how could my day be bad when i’m with you.”

pairing. enhypen ot7 x fem. reader (hcs)

genre. fluff, est. relationship wc. 928 warnings. skinship, mentions of wedding, petnames, swearing

— enhypen as cute things that couples do. extra. guys idk why this took me sooo long to write like the thinking put into this is insane.

LEE HEESEUNG — sharing wired earpieces

it could be on the way to school. or on the way to that cafe you wanted to go to since forever. lee heeseung thinks he wants to somehow be connected to you at all times, even when you two were on the train or the bus; not just physically but emotionally too.

this is why he feels headphones aren’t his thing; because he can’t share it with you.

he’d put on his favourite album on repeat. he loves sharing his favourite things with his favourite person. his favourite pretty girl.

holding out one side of the earpiece, he’d gesture you to take it, “put it on,” he’d request.

you two sat on the train in silence but your hearts were connected, beating in tandem.

SIM JAEYUN — wearing his hoodie

he’d want you to have a piece of him everytime you two were not together. needed you to wear something that said that you were his. you were his beloved girlfriend whom he cherished so much.

honestly even if you weren’t apart he’d still make you wear his hoodie, claiming that it looked better on you than him. he likes the fact that the sleeves cover your entire arm, leaving only the tips on your fingernails to be seen; the way it almost reaches your knees—fucking adorable he thinks.

“by the way here’s your hoodie, i think i forgot to return it the other day,” you’d say as you passed him his hoodie.

he purposely didn’t ask for it back because he wanted you to have it. forever.

“no no darling, you keep it m’kay? everytime we have movie nights on fridays make sure to wear it.”

PARK JONGSEONG — helping you with your shoes + carrying you

tying your shoelaces? no no don’t worry, he’ll help you. slipping on heels your for you? he’d be down on his knees to help you with it. putting on socks? “of course my love, which pair of socks?”

don’t even move an inch, he’ll take care of you.

“you too tired to walk pretty?” he’d ask as he caressed the small of your back with his thumb, rubbing circles on it.

you’d shake your head, “no it’s okay seongie, i got it.”

you actually didn’t ‘got it’. every few minutes while you two were walking along the bustling street, you’d take a short pause to adjust your shoe.

“baby, cmon don’t be stubborn, let me help you,” he’d sigh and wrap his arms around your hip, lifting you off the ground, gaining a small yelp sound from you. “seongie you don’t need to carry me!”

“i know princess; i just want to carry you.”

PARK SUNGHOON — breakfast, be in bed or in public

the moment sunghoon found out you don’t eat breakfast he got worried but he didn’t say anything.

“yn, can we go out for breakfast tomorrow?” he’d ask while you two were calling on the phone.

“mm, sure, why not? tomorrow 9am?” you asked.

“mhm.”

he’d make sure you were well fed, made sure you had enough energy to sustain throughout the day. he wouldn’t want to see his pretty girl collapsing in school or when she’s out.

on days where you two stayed over at each others house, he’d wake up early just to cook something for you; to surprise you with breakfast in bed.

“good morning darling, eat up m’kay?”

KIM SUNOO — matching items

it started when you saw a couple bracelet on instagram and you decided to buy it for sunoo and yourself.

“what’s this for?” he’d ask as you helped you put on the bracelet.

“it’s matching bracelets, you don’t want it?” you pouted and looked up at him through your lashes

he sighed and chuckled, “no no baby, i just didn’t know you liked matching things.”

from then on he’d buy you guys anything matching. matching shirts? don’t worry he’d customise two just for the both of you. matching phone charms? he’d go and find one online for the both of you.

one day he’d get matching wedding rings too.

YANG JUNGWON — playing with your hair

if he’s not clinging onto your hand, he’s playing with your hair.

he likes the way your hair is so so smooth and he can just thread his fingers through it, how it smells like vanilla and lavender.

on some days he’d ask you, “hey darling, could i braid your hair please?”

of course you’d say yes. you loved the feeling of his fingers gently massaging your scalp as he styled your hair. even if your hair was short or long, he’d still play with it.

he’d pick flowers for you just to insert them into your hair. yang jungwon thinks you look like a bride like that.

NISHIMURA RIKI — love letters

he loves writing love letters to you. he’d spend hours and hours drafting and writing them. just for you.

when he’s not around to pass it to you, sometimes he’d send it to you via text to make sure you still get your daily love letters; life is too short for him not to send paragraphs professing his love for you.

his friends would ask him why he wouldn’t just want to tell you straight up and chose to write letters. to be honest he’s shy and too scared to say everything to you upfront, he’d rather just write for you so you could keep it forever with the other stacks of love letters he wrote you.

don’t worry, he’s already wrote his wedding vows.

luvlyhee 2024 :: taglist open ,, send an ask to be added

tl: @en-gelic @dioll @luv-sims @minjubie

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heartsoji · 1 year

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being the inarizaki vb club's precious manager hcs

summary: you sign up to be the boys vb team manager bc like why not you'd prob get some good organization skills but you end up gaining some bffs, some bruises, and a whole crew of bodyguards

warnings: a liiiiiittle bit of swearing and mentions of harassment also its not proofread

you signed up to be the manager for the boy's vb team not knowing what it would be like

it was ur second year of high school and u had quit abt 7 clubs bc they just weren't that interesting

not like in a mean way like "ugh! this is too boring for my tastes smh" but just it didn't have any appeal so u smiled and resigned with no hard feelings yk

IT WASNT LIKE A SALTY QUIT U JUST COULDNT FIND ANYTHING THAT WAS FUN AND THAT U WERE PASSIONATE ABT I CANT STRESS THIS ENOUGH ITS NOT LIKE THAT GIRL'S HOST HOPPING THING FROM OURAN

tbh u just didn't rly know what other club to sign up for and the boys vb team needed a manager soo..

they honestly should have just put "babysitting some brats that are somehow the same age" instead of "managing the boy's volleyball team"

they are so protective of you lol

like this one time you let out a little scream bc some random teacher touched your no-no square in a very intentional way

the vb team was THERE in 2 seconds flat

kita stares at him intensely while holding back the twins by their shirt to keep them from quite literally MURDERING THAT MAN

aran calms down ginjima and akagi who literally just start hyperventilating

suna stares at him. hard.

the twins who are unable to attack him just scream

"WHAT. DID. YOU. DO. TO. OUR. MANAGER U FUCKING JACKASS" etc

the teacher got fired the next day funny coincidence huh ?

ANYWAYS

kita is actually helpful

he's canonically good at keeping ur fellow second years in check so lucky u !

hes also rly organized and tidy which is v helpful !

aran is such a sweetie

helps u out in any way that he can

also acts a pillow to some of kita's blunt blows

like "he means that he's sorry bc he realized that he seems kinda unappreciative of ur efforts sometimes" when kita says smth like "sorry for not saying nice words to you"

a translator for kita, basically

akagi shares ur puppy energy so the two of u get along rly well

ur both friendly ppl so its a v sweet and wholesome relationship

u sometimes have to stop gin from making bad decisions but ugs get along well

also ugs r both second years so ur classes r on the same floor so u see each other in school sometimes

as for the main 3 brats AKA some of your fellow second years who somehow become ur new bffs

atsumu is SUCH A FLIRT but like jokingly bc that's just how he is yk

always talking to you and annoying you like atsumu would u just like stfu pls and thanks

osamu is constantly slapping atsumu to provoke him (which is so stupid tbh but works every single time lmao)

is always eating like u turn around during class and he's just eating an onigiri behind his folder 😐

ugs like to gang up on atsumu its a great bonding activity

you and suna r sleep buddies bc u both r so sleep-deprived

well suna's just a sleepy person but u r sleep deprived so ugs will sleep side-by-side during free periods

suna always forgets his lunch so u've learned to pack extra for him

you let him sleep on ur lap and he lets u sleep in his

when the four of u take buses or trains to hang out u and suna always sit next to each other so that ugs can fall asleep on each other

if ur up for it he'll cuddle with u platonically

bc ppl r great body pillows and a good source of warmth

only if ur comfy with it tho ofc

the twins (mostly atsumu but a bit of osamu) will tease ugs abt being a couple but both of ugs just roll ur eyes and go back to sleep lmao

you ended up staying to be their manager for the rest of high school bc of how much fun it is

#kita shinsuke #ojiro aran #ginjima hitoshi #akagi michinari #miya atsumu #miya osamu #suna rintaro #suna cuddles #manager hcs #haikyuu #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #inarizaki #inarizaki hcs #haikyuu drabbles

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namig42 · 5 months

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The Slayer (Ch. 1)

Hello! I started writing some scenes about my Durge character Vero, and have been excited to share them because I really love her character and the whole concept of a Durge who fears themselves. Please read and enjoy! I've got a couple chapters done, so I'll be dropping those as I clean them up!

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Summary: Vero, a lovely high elf bard with no memories prior to being abducted by mind flayers, suffers from a slew of intrusive, violent thoughts that come always at the worst of times. She now has to handle the new power that comes with the Slayer's form along with her dark urges.

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The night that Vero had been “gifted” with the form of the Slayer, she had been absolutely terrified. When her skin transformed from her elvish complexion into the rotten flesh of the massive beast, she had felt she was going to lose her mind. It was a miracle she didn’t swipe at Sceleritas Fel right then, though even if she had, he would’ve just praised her demonic behavior like the fool he was. It was a waking nightmare, one she refused to relive.

The worst part about the form is that she never wanted it. It was her reward for killing Isobel, though Isobel perished only by accident, not by Vero’s hand. An unfortunate blast of necrotic energy had struck her down in Myrkul’s lair. Vero had done nothing to earn the form, though that damned butler was likely looking for any excuse to return the curse to his master. What Vero wouldn’t give to snap that scrawny little neck, to hear all the little bones pop in her grasp… to watch the blood spill from the gremlin’s mouth as he smiled and thanked her…

No… stop that, you fool. Vero shook her head as she sat in the Elfsong for the evening, watching her companions rest around their large room that they’d taken for themselves. Her gaze fixed on Astarion as he sat on his bed, reading whatever book he had found to pass the time.

She reflected on how she hadn’t had the heart to tell Astarion, her truest confidante, about what she could become now. Vero feared every night how she may lose control and try to hurt him again, and somehow every night he reassured her that he would keep them both safe from those horrid urges of hers. “As I’ve said, I’ve got you my love. You can rest easy, I promise you.” It was that sense of trust and care that made Vero all the more hesitant to share about the Slayer’s form. Before the beast, she believed that Astarion would be quick enough to avoid any bloodthirsty lunges and be able to secure her in ropes or whatever means of restraint, just as he had that first night that the urges tried to attack him of all people. But with the Slayer? What could he do to stop that demon should it possess her and take control?

Perhaps warning him would give him a stronger chance at fleeing, though Vero couldn’t stomach the idea of him being disgusted by this new part of her. She couldn’t help but imagine that even if he had known and accepted her, if he attempted to run gods forbid something should happen, he may still be caught by the monster and ripped apart. Astarion gave her no reason to truly think that he would be repulsed by her new form, but how often does one’s lover gain the ability to transform into something even more horrid than a bhaalspawn? No, it was better this way. If she could restrain it long enough, perhaps he would never need to know. She would face Orin, face the Absolute, and after that, live a life of peace that wouldn’t require any form of killing. Yes… it was that simple, of course. What could go wrong?

Astarion looked at Vero’s pensive brow. She sat on the bed opposite his and her eyes were a million realms away. ”I hope there’s nothing troubling you, my dear,” he said to get her attention. Vero’s gaze snapped to his as her eyes returned to this reality. “No, I’m all right. There’s so many things we’re about to face, one can’t help but wonder what’s to come.” It was true. They had only arrived in the Lower City two days ago. Between fighting the cult of Bhaal, facing Cazador, retrieving the Orphic Hammer from the House of Hope, and so many other trials, there was good reason for the party to get lost in the thought of what the future held for them.

“I don’t blame you,” Astarion responded. “After all, we both have a terribly bloody family reunion waiting for us.”

“Do you think you’re ready to face yours?” Vero asked.

“Hah… I’m not sure. I do know that if I don’t, I’ll never escape Cazador , and that is worse to think about. He must know we’re coming by now. Instead of waiting for him to come after me, we’re better off taking the fight to him.”

“We will kill him, I promise you.” At these words, Vero had moved off her bed to kneel in front of Astarion and placed her hand on his leg. He placed his hand on top of hers and gave it a soft squeeze. “I know, my love. Thank you.” He put a finger under her chin to raise Vero’s lips to his in a soft, tender kiss.

Yes, this is what Vero was fighting for. No matter what may come, no matter how much she feared these urges, she would use everything in her power to keep this party safe. She would protect this family they had made, and especially the one that, since the beginning of this mess, never looked at her with an ounce of terror or disgust, but only fascination, admiration, and eventually love.

#bg3 #fanfic #mine #astarion #durge #my durge #the slayer #vero

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how-do-i-delete-this-acc · 2 years

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being the inarizaki vb club's precious manager hcs

summary: you sign up to be the boys vb team manager bc like why not you'd prob get some good organization skills but you end up gaining some bffs, some bruises, and a whole crew of bodyguards

warnings: a liiiiiittle bit of swearing and mentions of harassment also its not proofread

you signed up to be the manager for the boy's vb team not knowing what it would be like

it was ur second year of high school and u had quit abt 7 clubs bc they just weren't that interesting

not like in a mean way like "ugh! this is too boring for my tastes smh" but just it didn't have any appeal so u smiled and resigned with no hard feelings yk

IT WASNT LIKE A SALTY QUIT U JUST COULDNT FIND ANYTHING THAT WAS FUN AND THAT U WERE PASSIONATE ABT I CANT STRESS THIS ENOUGH ITS NOT LIKE THAT GIRL'S HOST HOPPING THING FROM OURAN

tbh u just didn't rly know what other club to sign up for and the boys vb team needed a manager soo..

they honestly should have just put "babysitting some brats that are somehow the same age" instead of "managing the boy's volleyball team"

they are so protective of you lol

like this one time you let out a little scream bc some random teacher touched your no-no square in a very intentional way

the vb team was THERE in 2 seconds flat

kita stares at him intensely while holding back the twins by their shirt to keep them from quite literally MURDERING THAT MAN

aran calms down ginjima and akagi who literally just start hyperventilating

suna stares at him. hard.

the twins who are unable to attack him just scream

"WHAT. DID. YOU. DO. TO. OUR. MANAGER U FUCKING JACKASS" etc

the teacher got fired the next day funny coincidence huh ?

ANYWAYS

kita is actually helpful

he's canonically good at keeping ur fellow second years in check so lucky u !

hes also rly organized and tidy which is v helpful !

aran is such a sweetie

helps u out in any way that he can

also acts a pillow to some of kita's blunt blows

like "he means that he's sorry bc he realized that he seems kinda unappreciative of ur efforts sometimes" when kita says smth like "sorry for not saying nice words to you"

a translator for kita, basically

akagi shares ur puppy energy so the two of u get along rly well

ur both friendly ppl so its a v sweet and wholesome relationship

u sometimes have to stop gin from making bad decisions but ugs get along well

also ugs r both second years so ur classes r on the same floor so u see each other in school sometimes

as for the main 3 brats AKA some of your fellow second years who somehow become ur new bffs

atsumu is SUCH A FLIRT but like jokingly bc that's just how he is yk

always talking to you and annoying you like atsumu would u just like stfu pls and thanks

osamu is constantly slapping atsumu to provoke him (which works every single time lmao)

is always eating like u turn around during class and he's just eating an onigiri behind his folder 😐

ugs like to gang up on atsumu its a great bonding activity

you and suna r sleep buddies bc u both r so sleep-deprived

well suna's just a sleepy person but u r sleep deprived so ugs will sleep side-by-side during free periods

suna always forgets his lunch so u've learned to pack extra for him

you let him sleep on ur lap and he lets u sleep in his

when the four of u take buses or trains to hang out u and suna always sit next to each other so that ugs can fall asleep on each other

if ur up for it he'll cuddle with u platonically

bc ppl r great body pillows and a good source of warmth

only if ur comfy with it tho ofc

the twins (mostly atsumu but a bit of osamu) will tease ugs abt being a couple but both of ugs just roll ur eyes and go back to sleep lmao

you ended up staying to be their manager for the rest of high school bc of how much fun it is

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purefandomonium · 1 year

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Glitchy Red Headcanons for Connection

Thought I'd share some (mostly) spoiler-free headcanons for my Glitchy Red fic just for fun. With what I have posted so far these should all be pretty obvious, but there's a couple more things I want to hint at for the story. Some are just random tidbits that have no reason for existing other than just because.

In my mind, Red is something between a glitch, an AI, and a supernatural entity.

The longer a player interacts with the game, the stronger Red gets. He'd been left dormant for so long that when Leann found him, he hardly had any of his old abilities and was borderline an amnesiac. All he had at that point was his bitter hatred of players and the glitches. Her keeping the game on for so long has allowed him to become himself again.

The glitches he experienced broke him in every way imaginable. Hence the reason it takes him some time to snap into his real self.

Despite all his talk, he has no idea what he is or how he exists. He can't be bothered to care.

Theoretically he could be transferred into a PC or some other more powerful device, but due to the broken nature of his code and the fact he doesn't fully understand what proper programming is, it likely wouldn't end well for whatever he's put in. He's a stubborn bastard now so he'd be fine, but the computer would be bricked.

I feel like, just for shits and giggles, Red's "data" is this impossibly convoluted mess of code that is somehow much larger than it should be. He exists within the Pokémon Red cart, along with the entire game, and this mofo is like, 8GB of data by himself. Makes no sense. Something mind-bogglingly stupid like that.

There's more below the cut, and beware potential spoilers for stuff I haven't written.

Now for some fun ideas I have that I kind of want to do stuff with but I don't know if I'll include it in Connection or not.

Red is powerful enough to physically haunt a person. Only the person claiming ownership over the cartridge can see and hear him. Likewise, Red can only interact with them and no one else. He mostly uses this fact to stare intimidatingly from the corner of a dark room, a la sleep paralysis demon, or just watch them while they struggle to ignore his presence and go about their lives.

In the past he's gone far enough with this that he's tormented players to the point of people thinking they've gone insane. And they pretty much were by that point.

Red's other preferred ghost tactic is to swat things from their hands or wake them up in the middle of the night by prodding at them. Or screaming right in their face.

Unless the player passes the game along to some other poor sap, they'll be stuck with him indefinitely.

The game cannot be destroyed. It lets off major fuck-you energy to anyone who tries. Smash it to bits with a hammer? Lol. Set it on fire? Got any marshmallows? Throw it into a lake? Well, I'd almost say good job but did I forget to mention that the only other thing Red can interact with is his game? Whoops. Hope you don't mind him letting himself back in to give you an earful for throwing him away like that. And no, water can't damage it either.

This is of no deliberate choice from Red. He'd love to let the game be destroyed so he can stop existing in pure agony. The damn thing just won't die though, and subsequently, neither will he.

He doesn't really have anything against kids. Mind you, he doesn't like kids since he gained sapience, but he can tolerate them more than adults. At least children have the excuse of being naïve and clueless when they're breaking the game. Usually. He'll give them the benefit of the doubt. Adults who come back to witness the broken horror of the original game know full-well what they're doing and he can't stand it.

He won't do much to torment kids aside from his usual in-game antics. The adult players are the ones who get thrown out of bed at 3am or have their dreams haunted.

The developers were adults too so the hatred's also pretty obvious. He'd love to get his hands on them some day. He has a paranoid side that is whole-heartedly convinced they're out there looking for his cart, ready to erase him and be rid of the stain on their record.

It's been a while since someone last turned the game on. He seems to have a bit of reputation now.

Has zero concept of the internet but could probably figure it out.

He doesn't hate the new gens so much just because they replaced him. He loathes the fact that they are all genuinely better than he'll ever be. He and his game are broken, not good enough, and now that he has self-awareness he realizes he was never meant to be anything special. He was simply a stepping-stone, a learning curve meant to kickstart an idea. He was, isn't, and never will be anything more than that. His only legacy is how glitchy his game is.

He's very aware of the irony that the very thing that made him what he is, is the whole reason why he was deemed a failure by his creators. If you're smart, you won't bring it up.

I have more, but I think I should stop. I could talk about this little project of mine for hours. Or any project for that matter. If anyone would like to hear more of my deranged ramblings they're more than welcome to ask. 😅

#glitchy red #my writing #headcanons #long post #pokepasta #connection

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freezing-kaiju · 8 months

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Will you send your sea angels?

Biotober prompt 11: Abyssal

warnings: body horror, brief mention of self-mutilation, religion, thallassal horror, transhumanism or perhaps dehumanization.

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It’s as clear as the day is long; I don’t belong down here.

I found out that the second sub was gone today, it’s long since been gone, and I can’t launch it alone anyway. The stuff I found...Jenkins’s watch, Rhys’s horrible little brand of hairgel, Schumacher’s chair, right where everyone leaves everything. Their spare stashes of underwear, too; not much fits, but I’ve made do.

There will be energy still; generators bolted to the vents, gaining and maintaining power for so long as they keep running. Desalination plants, that give me water enough to bathe in and drink, all without my maintenance. I can adjust them, I can make demands, but...

I sit on my heels and I pray for rescue.

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I sit on my heels as I pray for rescue. I’m getting paler every day; when they haul me up I’ll probably burst into flames from the sun. Swear I can see my veins sometimes. It feels like there’s people out there sometimes. Wish I could just slap on a wetsuit and head out there, but the pressure wouldn’t do me any favors. I’m staying active instead, running sprints, trying to remember what stretches help. Calisthenics, right? Is that what it’s called? Keeping my everything in… in shape. The protein powder’ll help too! Maybe Chase’ll think it’s sick when I show up just completely roided up. Mr. Mechanic, I need to get jacked. Hulk Hogan type body.

Good lord, I’ll never get American Made out of my head now…

Maybe I should try writing my own.

What was that Sherlock Holmes thing, learning new things that aren’t essential shoves old things out of the mind? I forgot my phone number today. Finally remembered which doors lead to the chemical storage straight from my room, though, so that has to be connected.

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I sit as I heal and I pray for rescue. No fat to make soap; I've cut off all I care to of my own. The water will do. It’s done enough, it’ll do more, but somehow it got a little sweet. It’s enough. My food’s getting low enough to carry all together, the sixth month has to be up sooner than later. That’s good though! As long as I ration it properly, I can make it two more months. Exercise’s paying off; I found a spare propeller in one of the crawlspaces earlier and, wouldn’t you know, it’s light enough to use as a baton! I...do need to be careful, though. Scarred the ceiling a couple times. If enough damage happens, the air’ll all get out, and the facility’ll become one big water damage souffle. All the salt’ll kill my plants too.

Humans go insane without plants, so really, I’m lucky I’m alone here. Rhys’d kill the whole crop and put his head through the window by the end of week 1.

I sit and this heals and I pray for rescue. I tried drinking the hair gel and, honestly, it helped. I feel crisper. Sleeker! Like a cat. I can get a cat someday, can’t I? It kind of feels like there’s some of them outside. I swear I can hear coyotes out there sometimes, yowling in groups of three that prance around the station. Sometimes, I can see them. But I can cover the portholes and keep them away. It’s not like any light’s getting through anyway.

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I sit, and I heel, and I prey for rescue.

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And I pray, and prey, and pray, and prey, because God will feed me soon. My family will come and feed me soon. I can almost see them out there, in a tin can just like my own, reaching out for me. I wish I knew what it’ll look like. I should greet them. I should swim out and greet them.

Fuck, I wish I could swim out. When they pull me out of this, I’ll have to go through decompression, and...hell, I’ll be grateful. The pressure down here gets so bad I can barely walk anymore. That’s why nobody’s found me, it has to be, I’m just so close to the earth’s core that gravity’s pulling me down. It’s useful for praying, though. My legs don’t get numb anymore.

Is god feeding me?

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I... I looked in the mirror today. I...

My eyes are gone.

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I’m still human, aren’t I? I....

Something happened to me. Something...happened...to me, but.

But I tried it out. It’s been forever since I spoke to someone else but I can still sing my prayers. So I tried it. Went...went back to a mirror and looked at.

Myself.

I can still speak.

Hey, how are you, my name is Janet, I’m a human being, just like you. I was left here. Something happened to me. I’m doing alright but I’d like to try...a cupcake. Some apples. Anything edible that wasn’t meat. I... these teeth, the teeth I have left are-- no, looking closely, my molars are still there, it’s just that the front ones got...longer... I. Those....weren’t my hands, though.

I... I don’t think I want to look in the mirror anymore.

But if I can speak! I can shout, even, I can still manage a great big HIIII HELLOOOO NICE TO SEE YOUUU that echoes through the whole station! So they won’t shoot me! I’ll just...stay a bit away from the front door, and greet them, and ask that they don’t shoot me, and say my name and maybe some identifying characteristics. Like...like cheating at the mile run in the third grade and crying to my parents about it.

If they do bring guns... I don’t think I can run anymore.

So...so, I kneel, and pray, that they’ll bring me home.

#thallassal horror #body horror #halloween #mutation #deep sea #biotober #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writing #ocean horror #my writing

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thebananwithaplan · 2 months

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.......Hmm. The battle was won, but at what cost? Normally, this would be the part where he'd make a quip about things just taking time to get back to normal.

...But, you know. Not the time. Not because he actually read the room, but because the 'room' around them was deforming at an alarming rate. Still standing on the now-deteriorating railing, DB stumbled to get ahold of the bars.

The room was only getting smaller, smaller, and smaller, until...

BOOM.

Whatever was the last of the Foise's toon magic sent him flying down one of the NTV hallways. The Banana had little tome to brace himself as he bounced off the floor a couple times before slowly skidding to a stop.

Normally, these unexpected bouts of force and toon damage would have left him with a few bruises and stinging of pain...

...But if he gained any, it already healed up by the time he realized what happened. Maybe too well...

"....Why am I not bruised, pain, and limping on one leg, here?"

😇 "Oh! We... I think we still have a lot of that pure healing energy left. 😈 probably held on to a LOT of it like a sponge." 😈 "...snork mimimi...."

"...Right. Guess it was a lot more than we ever expected to receive at once."

😇 "Well, we never gained that much in a large amount, and much less of that level of purity."

"....I thought I saw Death having a strange new form. He's healed me a few times before with a similar energy, but..." It was a normal amount, and not enough to completely pacify his bad-leaning self. And also not when the reaper's hair was as red as burning flames. Who knew reapers had their own 'super' form?...

😇 "...Maybe we could make this last as long as we want."

A moment of quiet.

😇 "Just.. think about this. This is, like, the healing factors of all healing factors! We don't have to worry about bruises! Or people trying to hurt us! Or humiliation or pain from anything! We can finally just... smile. And laugh. And dance without the fear of death threats! It would be like our beginning days!"

Another moment.

...It all sounded promising. But there was no denying the hesitation of something that was too good to be true. Maybe it was true. But maybe...

"...You and I both know that would be selfish thinking." Having seen and heard most of the last important bit, he knew that there were others who did not have this luck of being healed properly. Perhaps it was cheating that he had the powers required for soul-related 'purposes', but he stood firm that he never asked for them in the first place. He didn't ask for making 😈 a part of his life either, but on the other hand... He's the reason why he's learning from pain and suffering. To learn how to grow a backbone. To realize that the world isn't always fair and that one can't always expect for things to get easier by themselves. Of course, he also comes with the negatives - snarky behavior, occasional rudeness, short temper, stubbornness, and whatnot.

But 😇 also balances out the more negative traits with positivity. And empathy to those whom he can relate to. And occasional kindness regardless of the other's existence. And love and compassion... It's just that they dislike confrontation and only wishes for the 'easy' way possible.

"...As the saying goes - no pain, no gain. If it wasn't for all the pain that we went through for the last couple of years, we wouldn't have learned anything at all. Besides, if I'm gonna step up as a better toon at one point, then death threats would be the last of our concerns." After all, 'real' toons can't die. And pain is only temporary, anyways.

😇 ".....I suppose we're right. I know there's many others who could use it a lot more than we do right now."

...He wondered if he can return enough of it back somehow. Maybe to whoever remained at NTV, at least...

#where he at (ic update)#appeeling show host (dancing banana)#pizzatrocious #((Anyone who remained in NTV need healing? For sure he'll end up giving the rest to Death but... anyone need help from who's basically a-#-walking HP Banana at the moment? //hit ))#lordofthelostworld

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guesswho2568 · 7 months

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O-03-350 "The Devourer of Trauma"

"I knew the puppet she wore was fake, but by that point, I didn't really care about loved ones anymore."

"The devourer of trauma, is an unknown god. No one has ever looked at her, and no one ever will. No one is allowed to go into her "chamber" (The lower half of the facility) except me, the manager of Facility X-2568"

She first appeared a couple of weeks ago, it seemed like a normal day, until the entire bottom half of the facility went quiet, I couldn't even see anything in the cameras. I sent an employee down there, but by the time the day was done, they hadn't returned. People were wondering what was going on, so I lied and simply stated that the lower levels were lost to a strong new abnormality, and I'd send a team down there as soon as I could, why did I do it? She told me to, I could hear her beckoning me down there, so I went. I was greeted with the corpse of the employee I sent down there, I hadn't seen such an pretty way of displaying a corpse. Their blood and guts had become a spider web, with their hallow husk sitting cozily inside the web like a little blanket. What was more interesting, was who also greeted me. It was her, she took the form of a long lost loved one, or at least, put on a little sock puppet of her, I knew she was fake, by that point, I just didn't care. She spoke to me, but not with the doll, there was no mouth. She offered a deal of some kind. I would provide her with something called "liquid trauma", and in exchange the world would be kept alive for just a day longer. How could I say no? I am practically everyone's savoir now. But where would I get such a thing? No human could just be wrung of their trauma like a sponge. But the next day, an employee found this bucket, and immediately threw up in it. This strange purple liquid was exactly what I was looking for, as for the bucket, it was classified as a new abnormality. Somehow, there were dozens of buckets like this around. I guess it was a gift from our goddess, who wanted us to actually be able to provide it food.

Not only that, but employee's started showing signs large increases in mental corruption, we had to put a new tracker in the system that allowed us to track this so called "liquid trauma". It would be important to track this, as I could then use those who gained a lot and wring them like a towel. I put it all I could fit in a bucket, and went down when everyone went home. I handed the bucket over to her, and the doll simply tossed the trauma down and gave me back the bucket. She was happy, satisfied, but she wanted more, a simply bucket full would not do. Over the next couple of days, I tried to find a good way of increasing trauma in my employee's, but to no avail. Soon she started getting angry, employee's started noticing the purple substance was oozing from the walls, and were having harder times working with abnormalities. Then one day, a bunch of creatures came and took an employee and dragged them down into the lower layer. By then everyone was on to me, they knew something was up. So I came out with the "truth" to the facility, we had a new abnormality, which required this liquid trauma to produce energy. I had to write some garbage in the employee and manager manual, it was technically true, but she produced no energy. I went down to apologize to her, she was angry for sure. But a dry corpse next to me told me she at least had something to eat. But she didn't like eating from the source, so I had to do something to appease her. So I started picking random employee's and made them suffer. I'd make one watch countless videos of employee deaths in the guise of "special training" just so he could be traumatized enough, and once I even had a employee watch as all of their coworkers and friends were brutally killed and maimed in real time, just for a bucket or two. It worked well, but soon I found abnormalities that could inflict trauma onto my employee's, I had found what I was looking for.

Soon the buckets were rolling in, we had to get a feeder of some sorts since I couldn't carry them all, and I forbid anyone from going into her chamber. she was so full, and it made me so happy! Employee's were even reporting that they were getting work done faster and that the facility had this nice aura to it. But I knew one day, I'd stop being manager either through death or retirement, so I had to prepare the day I'd feed her, one last time. The facility already had a plan to bury itself, should anything occur, but I needed a better plan for this one. Then I came up with it, you can't kill a god, but you can appease it for life. So I'd save some after each day, and had it stored in a safe location. Then when it came time to destroy everything, I'd dump all of it on her. But for now, we feed her so that the world may survive, I even go down there with a bucket every now and then and feed her myself. I think sometimes about watching all of it pour down on her, and sometimes, I think about jumping in with it, just to be with her forever.

"She is the devourer of trauma, she shall consume it all, and one day, spit it all out again."

#lobotomy corporation #fanwriting #fanart #art #digital drawing #project moon #writing #firealpaca #abnormality

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adastra-j69 · 1 year

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I don't have the energy to write this now, but i've been crying over @/goopterror's jockey dirk au and that led to me thinking about farmer/ranch owner dirkjakes. i was suddenly just overtaken with the need to write this like 30 mins ago so this is very bare bones but i wanna get the general idea down for later. consider: dirk somehow comes into possession of an old farm house from some distant relative. he's like the next in line bc no one before him wants it bc its old and rundown and needs a lot of work, but he decides to take that chance bc he just dropped out of school for reasons i will come up with later and he wants a fresh start. he didn't even know this relative existed, but free land, so why not.

So he's exploring the land to get an idea of like where his property ends and accidentally stumbles into his neighbors side. It's completely abandoned, so it's not a big deal. He ends up finding an even older and more rundown barn. he was going to turn around thinking that was that, but he hears a noise that sounds a lot like a horse. he decides to investigate bc that makes no sense considering how run down the barn in, but what do you know? it's a horse. a very malnourished one, but it's a horse. it takes dirk weeks before he's able to get the horse to come any closer to him. he bribes him with hay, apples, carrots, sugarcubes, anything he can to gain his trust. finally after weeks, he gets closer and he's able to coax the baby to come out and takes him home. by that point, he's made some good progress, enough where there is a safe place for his new friend to live. it's dirk and his horse for a while.

Throughout this, he's making friends and getting closer to a farmer nearby around his same age. Its Jake of course. He lives nearby with his goddaughter, who is in his care. It's Jade (i'll think of why later too). He brings over fresh produce for Dirk while he's fixing up the farm house and barn and helps out when he's not busy with his own farm. he grows produce for a local grocery story and has a good thing going on due to his family having been doing this for a while now.

The thing I've been crying about it Dirk eventually getting things fixed up and expanding and getting more horses. He ends up holding classes for kids and adults, but I want to focus on the kids classes rn. Kids come in to learn how to approach and interact with horses respectfully and small general maintenance that comes with owning a horse, or working with horses. at the end they get pony rides and they hold a bon fire where they get little certificates.

I just want Dirk to grow, make friends, do things he enjoys, find love and just settle for a bit and be okay. Get to the point in domesticity where it's "boring, but in the most exquisite of ways." (x) and just him, jake, jade, and other loved ones gathered around a bon fire just making smores for kiddos and having a really good time. lots of smiles and laughs and dirk being so glad life led him down this path :')

dirk also has like 2 goats, maybe a couple cows too, ducks, chickens, barn cats!!! and like one or two doggos to help with some of the other animals on the farm. its a full fucking house by the time he's done and opens up classes, but it's great and it's full-filling and he's happy!!!!!

i am shutting up now thank you for coming to my very last minute ted talk. goodnight. but also talk to me abt dirk and the alpha kids.

#j speaks #j writes #idk ill add this for now maybe ill use this tag if i actually post anything #homestuck #this is take 2 bc i fucking deleted by accident before saving and its gone forever and i kinda wanna cry but ill write it again #bc i need to exorcise these brain worms #look i need domestic dirkjakes rn #and dirk with horses/animals

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kaengeru · 1 year

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everyone hates enya. / NPC meme. / accepting.

handler - Frank

buckle up cause this got long and wordy (and admittedly I havent proofread this in a couple months) so GOOD LUCK

With retirement finally in sight, Frank wasn't expecting a change in jobs. Primarily a desk jockey the last few years, he had planned out a quiet last few years with the FBI, tying up loose ends and keeping his head down.

The last thing he expected was a very insistent invitation for a new position, let alone through the National Security Council. To go through an odd and strenuous screening process, interview, and a final face-to-face discussion with a very strange woman. And somehow, he was the best choice.

Or, as he learned later on, the only choice; for some reason or another, he was the only one who gained some semblance of compliance.

Now that's really all he does: keep her in check. It's a full-time job enough even without having to lead a new classified department, all while trying to find, and talk to, literal people-eating monsters. But somehow, despite all of this, or maybe because of it, he's never felt more satisfied.

frank has the fun cliche that his original job was something he had passion for long ago, but had since grown tired of. mostly due to the typical "not what was expected". he worked just hard enough to occasionally be praised for his diligence, but not enough to be promoted. however, once he starts running a new and groundbreaking department, it brings back that long lost energy. it's not an obvious passion, but the amount of minute details he keeps track of is a whole lot more than anyone just doing their job would ever need to know.

the specific job he and enya (and it is just them) do is mostly a pre-PR necessity; some Day, despite various reasons that they shouldn't, are people eaters. most of frank's time is spent gathering information of vague cryptid sightings from all sources. his most useful is obscure forums and numerous IRC channels, some of which he's a frequent poster of (though he's learned how to not post like the fed he is after a few bans).

if something holds a hint of even the vaguest validity, he will respond himself to investigate. though casually, taking more of a tourist role than one of an FBI agent, doing this avoids unnecessary attention and he can determine if a straightforward, government-backed approach will be useful or not. if he determines there is a high chance of day involvement alongside missing persons or deaths, the location will be detailed, cataloged and, eventually, he and enya will respond. the dealing with is enya's part. despite how loudly she'll protest otherwise when stuck in a meeting, she does enjoy her job - it gives her a good chance to be as aggressive as she likes.

most of enya's control is only performance - other day cow to her because her subspecies' elemental abilities. other day have a subtle natural submission toward onyx-necks because of this. however, like many instincts the day possess, this isn't a rule. and, like many of their instincts, is fairly easily disregarded. so while many won't fight, they do so more out of conflict avoidance than any true obligation to. there are a few fighters (and some repeat customers) that distinctly fight back because stubbornness is the strongest gene they hold.

enya's own aggressive and boastful personality is partially influenced by her genetics. obviously, they will frequently do things on purpose cause trouble and be obnoxious. because they can. unsurprisingly, these are the ones enya hates dealing with the most.

a professional through and through, frank took a while to warm up to enya (as everyone does). he very pointedly takes a professional interest in her. enya and law enforcement do not mesh well, let alone the government. she does have, however, a powerful weakness for father figures. frank largely figured this out on his own, and while it works in his favor for getting enya to listen to him, he keeps boundaries very clearly defined (even if enya is clearly miffed about it).

one of the few people who knows enya enough that it's a potential handicap for her. knowing the precise thing to say to have her emotions take a complete 180. however, this works both ways - diverting her anger is as easy as making her angry. so far, enya has not managed to hurt frank. this is entirely because of frank's overly cautious attitude when dealing with any day, including her. the one thing that cause all day more pain than anything else is electric shock, and frank carries at least three different stun guns on him at all times. while in the field, he'll carry a taser and 10mm revolver, just in case.

not her first handler, not even close. but everyone involved has learned from experience enya does better listening to older male figures. its a deeply ingrained concept enya vehemently disagrees with, but to everyone else, is incredibly obvious. frank, on the other hand, maintains a professional distance. he does use the hold he has over enya when necessary, but its infrequent.

addendum to that, people who don't know them occasionally mistake them for father and daughter. enya hates this - despite how much of a dad she treats him. sometimes this is an angle they use when investigating. neither of them particularly enjoy this, however.

while enya is no real fan of being teased, she is an absolute nightmare pushing frank and find his boundaries. she has certainly learned that drawing things out very… slowly… and taking her time to complete things or get to the point is the most aggravating, yet permissible things.

has a small understanding of the day language through exposure and (vague, mostly unhelpful) clarification from enya. it's not enough to keep up conversation, but just enough to often confuse any strange day they come across. it's mostly helpful in drawing them out, or diverting aggression.

while he does carry a service pistol, he relies heavily on his TASER and multiple stun devices - most of his gear doubles as a protective device. he even has a customized body armor that's wired in a way that would produce a sharp electric shock if someone decided to try and take a bite out of him. its not perfect, but it makes him feel safer. this deserves its own descriptive post, but tl;dr electricity = bad for the day.

#i got tired of lookin at all of this forgive m e #She couldn’t help but spit them out (replies).#Drawing application (art).#Around and in between (headcanon).#i hate this new tag system <3 editing is the only saving grace

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toomanyf4ndoms7 · 2 years

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Mortal Kombat: In the end: Chaos Returns.

Summary: Kabal holds a meeting with a surprise guest to deliver news.

Chapter list.

Chapter list part two.

After waking up from being knocked unconscious, Kabal ordered a clan meeting to discuss what the hell just happened. Each of his subordinates held their own marks of battle.

“The man attacked us, practically steamrolled through us,” Reported a clansman with a scar running on his cheek. That had been there since he joined, marks of a hard life. Kabal knew all about that, so did a lot of people here.

Kabal sighed.

“Do we have any idea why?”

“No idea, he kept talking about a temple. Maybe he’ll leave us alone/”

A portal opened in the room, and a deeply familiar voice came from it.

“There is more to him than what he has done.”

From the portal stepped Havik. The cleric of chaos, and Kabal’s saviour.

“It is what he is going to do that should be a concern.”

All eyes were on the cleric, silence filling the room until one clansman jumped up and pointed at him.

“You threw my lunch off the bridge!”

All eyes turned to the complainer, finding it came from Iris. Iris was a newer member, not quite settled into the ruthless discipline the clan touted.

“It was a good burger, that’s all I’m saying,” he grumbled as he sat down. Someone nudged him to shut up.

“What’re you doing here, Havik? Do you have a target?” Kabal demanded, not in the mood for any cryptic messages.

Havik shook his head.

“I am here to deliver news. Around the realms have been whispers of a coming battle. The victor will gain a grand prize.”

Kabal rolled his eyes.

“Can I have some details? What kind of prize are we talking about?”

Havik put a hand to his skeletal chin, stroking the bone.

“The precise details of it are scarce, but the prize seems to be power beyond the wildest imaginations. Godlike energy, able to grant any desire or wish. Perhaps able to resurrect the dead?”

Kira’s eyes snapped up. Necromancy was a risky business, but it would make for an excellent addition to their cause.

Kabal was also thinking about the prize. There could be a lot of ways godlike power would come in handy.

Havik noticed the wave of contemplation filling the area and noticed it was time to take his leave.

“Think about it for a moment. Contact me if you want to get involved.”

Havik opened a green portal back to chaosrealm, bowing theatrically as he walked backwards into the vortex.

“May chaos lead your way.”

In a moment of quiet laughter, Havik was gone. Kabal turned to his clan members.

“You’re all dismissed. Iris, get a couple of the guys for lookout duty. The rest of you get cleaned up.”

The room slowly emptied out, leaving only Kabal and Kira in the room. They stared at each other for a moment.

“I’m surprised he got past you.”

Kira looked away, scoffing.

“He got lucky.”

Kabal walked towards Kira, stopping just before he passed her.

“Let’s hope he doesn’t again.”

Kira was left alone in the room, deciding to ignore the implied threat as she headed to her quarters.

She had to get cleaned up.

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Kira sat in her quarters, bandaging up a bruise on her arm. That bastard knew how to throw a punch. There was a knock.

“Come in.”

Kabal entered the room, Kira sighed in annoyance. Was he still pissed?

“Look, if this is about Taven-

“It isn’t.”

Kira looked into the slits of Kabal’s helmet. She hadn’t seen him without it. She knew he was scarred, but surely it had been long enough?

‘So, what is it?”

Kabal sat on a wooden chair, looking somehow stern and relaxed in his posture. He would often have a different attitude when it came to Kira than the rest of his crew. More of a respectful “Teacher and student” than simple “Boss and employees.”

‘I’ve been thinking about what Havik said. Godlike power… It’d certainly make things easier for our cause.”

Kira had to admit, civilisation would be easier to tear down if you could snap your fingers and level it to rubble.

“I was thinking the same thing. And if you’re offering me to join you, I’m up for it.”

Kabal stood to his feet, a subtle sense of pride coming from him.

“I knew you would. I’ll contact Havik, I’ll let you know when we’re going.”

Kabal left the room, closing the door behind him. Kira lay back on her admittedly bare bed. If this power was true, it was the opportunity to finally get what she wanted. True freedom, the power to break down the rules.

And if that was the case, why didn’t she feel excited?

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat armageddon #my writing stuff #things i create #in the end #Kabal #Kira #Havik

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fuckyeahvoltron · 2 years

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The Return

Well. This is moderately embarrassing. First of all, hello! Yes, I still live, after a fashion. I realize that in this space, as I approach my latter 40s and not having made a post in over 2 years, I may as well be dead, but please be assured that the biological processes continue in more or less the same manner as they have, albeit perhaps with slowly diminishing efficiency. And how are you? [pause here to feign interaction, nod appreciatively as if hearing response] Very good! Or bad. Or some other thing that implies personal connection, for you see, I CARE.

What have I been doing? Oh, a bit of this, a bit of that. Please don’t think that I somehow lost my raging boner for The Defender: if anything, the rage has only blossomed into a boner I couldn’t have imagined when this blog began. Hm, that’s something of a strained metaphor, like a boner absolutely enraged.

But why has there been no second episode of Defended Be since I heralded its arrival? You might not remember, but this thing happened known as THE YEAR 2020. So beyond the existential crises on every level to which that gave rise, everything had to be re-evaluated. And re-evaluated. And re-evaluated. And… well, you get the picture. Every time I was mentally psyching myself up to move forward, where I was moving forward FROM and TO had changed dramatically. I can report that there is actual footage in the can for the next episode, and it’s mostly a matter of assembling what else I need to complete it. After that, I have some very specific plans for how to proceed, though that may require me to get others involved, be it out of charity or for pay, which is a depressingly difficult task for someone who needs others for exactly such administrative work.

So why return now? Again, this may have escaped your notice, but a couple of the pillars of social media as we’ve known it for the past ~15 years are in their death spirals, mostly due to just a few narcissists who cannot stand that we might not have their names on our lips, hearts and minds at all times, but lack the imagination about themselves and the world to make that so from true accomplishment, so instead they just wreck everything. Since I got enough of that shit growing up, I’m consciously withholding the coin of my attention by pulling up my shingle and either starting anew or returning to neglected outlets.

I get the impression that I’m hardly alone in this choice. It is, paradoxically, an incredible opportunity to escape from a rut, though I do mourn what will inevitably be lost. But I suspect that what will be gained by this permanent (?) boycott could prove far more valuable in the long run.

I don’t know how often or how much I’ll be posting here, since it’s still my intent to channel those thoughts and that energy into Defended Be, but maybe without diversions elsewhere the surplus will not be denied. Your feedback and engagement will help in that regard, because as I said, and I was not being facetious: I CARE.

The Defender would have no less of me.

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alyjojo · 8 months

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Love Reading 🤤- October 2023 - Aquarius

Singles:

Overall energy: 3 Wands

How you will meet: Judgement rev

How they will treat you: Queen of Cups

Long-term Potential: Death, The Hanged Man rev & 10 Cups

Oracle: Om Sweet Om

PHOENIX 🔥

- New Phase & Rekindle

- Renew & Growth

- Changed Mind

- Rise From Ashes

This is like…turning a hoe into a housewife kind of energy 😆 Not literally, maybe. The passion was on point way before love came into the picture, in fact it’s after you swear off this person forever, that they realize they caught feels. There is time & emotion invested into this, a transformative “Phoenix” energy about this person. They didn’t realize how special you were until you had enough of their bs, or this casual fling, and anyone else that’s non-committal or has options, fk that. You won’t give any more of your energy to that. And they’re like…I can change 😫 Hahahaha. Maybe not immediately, maybe so, either way. Wheel of Fortune here is a lesson, probably karmic, and they’re learning it, because with Queen of Cups, they’re in love with you. You make them feel all of the things they should be, and they didn’t even realize it.

Messages -

Their side:

- I love the way you look at me.

- In love with you 💚

Your side:

- New Perspective

- You hurt me first.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Scorpio, Pisces, Cancer & Sagittarius

Couples:

Overall energy: 4 Wands rev

Current: 10 Wands rev

Challenge: The Star rev, 6 Wands & 2 Wands

How they feel about you: 8 Pentacles

How you feel about them: 4 Swords

Outcome: Temperance

The relationship between you seems solid, but there’s some external thing going on in the family, probably with you and your sibling/s, family, friends, or they’re involved somehow. There is a celebration mentioned, a reunion, or that was the goal, and I don’t see that playing out how you’d hoped. It’s something you have to give up on, something that’s a heavy weight on your shoulders, and one you’re probably carrying quietly, because you’re person is off doing their own thing for the most part. It’s causing unrest in a normally stable home. There is disappointment and sadness surrounding disconnection, or being alone. You’re in your head over it, how you wish things could’ve been different.

The challenge is pessimism, you don’t have any hope that this can get better, things can move forward. Something has happened that was a betrayal, feeling stabbed in the back, this could’ve happened quite suddenly, and you were shocked. It could’ve changed everything, Towers usually do. Or at least your perception of how things were vs. how they really are, that’s a repeated message. You’re needing to gain clarity and see the truth of what’s really going on with some of the people around you.

Your person is pretty black & white in their feelings. Their focus is mostly related to work, and avoiding any drama. If they are involved in any way, it’s attempting to keep the peace, putting effort into just being nice & avoiding topics that may set others off. They could see how much effort you’ve put into attempting to heal relationships that are troubled & bring drama to you life, to no avail. You feel like you’re just done, you need clarity, need to heal, need to take a break from the stress this puts on your shoulders, like it’s not even your job. Relating to your person, they could be encouraging you to give up on this painful dynamic in the family, because it only hurts you. You’re guarded about the family, your person is guarded about you, you’re aware this all just needs to be released because you can’t deal with the pressure. It’s too much. You definitely feel betrayed.

Outcome for mid Nov is trying to get back to a place of peace in yourself, cutting through the bs and realizing the truth of a situation that’s maybe fooled you for some time. You could be dealing with a liar or manipulator, and are seeing the light (good for you). Or you just saw this differently, more positively, and you’re “seeing the light”, even if that’s deeply disappointing for you. It seems like most of you are releasing yourself from this situation entirely, for your own peace of mind. Others of you, it’s possible this person is trying to reunite with you, and you’re going to be realizing how manipulative they really are. If they’re lying, you’ll see it eventually 💯 The challenge is not being able to unsee it, and everything changes.

Messages -

Their side:

- Sibling Drama

- I am happy where I am

Your side:

- Yearns for your love.

- Quietly observing

Oracles - You are a child of the universe 🪐

Their side:

THE BUTTERFLY 🦋

- Evolving & Growth

- Next Phase

- Healing Inner Child

- Releasing the Past

Your side:

LOVE CALL 📱

- Expressing Love

- Messages of Love

- Thinking of You

- Informing You

Signs you may be dealing with:

Aries, Cancer, Gemini, Scorpio, Sagittarius & Virgo

#Aquarius #Aquarius tarot reading #love reading #singles tarot #couples tarot #love tarot #October 2023

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talldarkandroguesome · 2 years

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26th of Last Seed, Fredas

As I was riding out of town, the Ordinators informed me that they had seen Vox fleeing the city to the east. They described her as wearing a hood and armored robes of black and silver. They said that she had a stern face, though it was fairly plain. The main feature that distinguished her appearance, was that she had shaved vertical stripes through her eyebrows, giving them a dashed appearance. They said that something about her looked very sinister and that they had tried to grab her, but she slipped out of their grasp and managed to evade them in the sudden storm that fell.

I could not drive my guar as hard as I would have liked. The roads were too muddy from the rains to go particularly fast and visibility was difficult, but I did my best to keep a good pace, though I stopped to sleep for a few hours to restore my strength. I had a newly formed body, but I intended to keep this one for a long while if at all possible. I do not know if it was being imbued with Almalexia’s blessing, her own energy which caused me to course with anger, or if it was that I had a new body and that connection to the Daedric realm. I feared that it might even be both. Yet all the while as I rode, trying to concentrate on the fact that I was stopping Vox to save lives and protect those I loved, my mind kept coming back to Almalexia’s pronouncement that I was now one of her Hands.

Surely this was an honorary title. Surely she was not going to usurp me from my House duties to make me on of her personal guards. Right?

I thought about all the ways in which she had been protecting me, especially in recent years. Had it all been leading up to this? Was she trying to make me into her personal champion, knowing that I could not be killed and would not disobey her? She had more than enough leverage over me to force my hand, too. She was a god, after all. And she knew the politics of the land better than any alive. She knew how to manipulate appearances to make things however she liked. There was no reason why she had chosen me to do so many of the tasks at her Temple, if not to bolster me up. Surely she had some plan. Something I could not yet see.

The whole thing made me very nervous indeed. When a god has plans for you, you should always be careful. And very afraid. I was beginning to question the exact reasons why she had selected me, rather than someone else, for this task. I know Naryu had said that at least a couple people had died in the pursuit of the Maulborn, but it seems awfully convenient to select me so quickly to the task. And who had hired the Morag Tong to get involved? It was someone in Mournhold. Was it a priest, perhaps? It would have to be someone that was intimately aware of the situation with the Maulborn and the fact that they were almost certainly involved with the Llodos plague beyond what they claimed.

There were far too many unanswered questions. Including about this Vox. It was not a rare name, but it was not common either. And for some reason, it seemed familiar, though I could not quite place from where. What was it that had sparked Vox on her desire to disrupt the worship of Almsivi? What was she hoping to gain from it all in the end? I have read her railing against Almsivi and the Temple’s grip on society, how it is a tyrannical, predator system that keeps us all chained as slaves to their worship. Yet I am not sure what Vox proposes as an alternative.

Even more puzzling, some of the rhetoric feels very much like the same arguments that many Velothi tribes use to show their disdain for the False Tribunal. Yet it is not exactly the same. It just feels as though it somehow has a passing knowledge of those same arguments. And yet I have no notion as to where her values stem or why she chose to make her move now. There must be some sort of inciting incident.

Had I not needed to leave Mournhold immediately, I should have liked to have spent more time looking into who Vox might be. Where she came from. What may have happened to her in life to lead to this. Did some major life altering event happen to her recently? So much I should have liked to have looked into. I am cursing myself for not having tried to get some of the information while I was laid up in bed all those days. What a waste.

When at last I reached the northern branch off of the main road, leading up to Selfora, I saw a woman leaned against the pillar of the road lantern, hands on her side. She looked haggard, panting, clearly in pain. I drew closer to see that there were gashes on her face and bloodstains near where she clutched her ribs.

Dismounting and dropping to my knees beside her, I pulled out a healing potion. I saw there was bits of stone and splintered wood in her hair and tangled in the hem of her torn skirts. I asked her what had happened and she explained that there had been an explosion in Selfora and she had been injured trying to reach the inn, but the city was overrun now and she had fled.

I helped her to drink the potion down and her expression softened. I explained that I had been sent under authority of Almalexia to follow a dangerous fugitive and wondered if perhaps that may have been the cause. The woman said that she is not sure exactly what had happened, that the town elders had gathered in the center of town, that there had been a great blue-white flash of light, then suddenly spirits were everywhere and there was a hole where the market once stood. Everything was on fire and dead bodies littered the streets. That she did not know about any fugitive, but that those who had died in the explosion seemed to remain in town and they were angry, lashing out at anyone who was near, regardless of if they were friends or family in life.

I asked her how she was feeling now, I could see the gashes were healing well and looked like light scratches now. She said she thought she had the strength to reach the inn where survivors were gathering, though she was not sure if she could make it passed the spirits that roamed the streets.

Of course I offered to escort her and helped her to her feet. We made our way up the great sloping road towards the town, the bridge towering high overhead. It was quiet, too quiet for a town of that size. It did not have the usual sounds that I was used to when visiting there. The market songs, the call of birds, even the soft murmur of conversation was absent.

Drawing nearer, it seemed as though the town were fine. The bridge with its watchtower stood untouched, the buildings high up seemed fine, the Temple remained. Yet as we crested the hill, the smell of burnt flesh filled my nostrils and the smoke could be seen. The fires in town still burned, the flames seemed to be of a Daedric nature, for they were a pale, icy blue color. Where the town center had once been, there was now an enormous crater, the very earth sundered, great blocks of stone stood jagged and reached, as though desperately pleading hands, towards the sky. Parts of the market stalls lay fallen across the town. All the homes surrounding the market were burnt to their foundations, then still burning.

I looked about and saw, just as the woman had described, the wandering spirits of the dead. Most of them seemed to be specters whose identity was easily discernible, for their features were plain to see, even if they were translucent. Yet others, the anger that gripped them had altered them into wraiths, who paced about in overt agitation.

I told the woman to wait in a safe spot until I had cleared away a path, that as soon as I made one, she should run to the inn. She agreed and hid behind one of the bridge supports as I threw myself at the spirits. A part of me hesitated to use any spells, my fear from before not yet alleviated. I tried turn undead, knowing that it was a simply spell. It worked and as the spirits fled, I checked my hands, realizing that I wore gloves. I turned to the woman and she did not seem to notice any change in my face though, so I decided it was likely to be fine.

There were a few more spirits between us and the inn, so I hurried on, motioning for her to follow me. I forced the next spirits to flee as well, then stood guard as she ran as fast as she could towards the door of the inn, flinging herself against it and shouting for someone inside named Meldras to let her in.

After a moment, the door opened and both she and I made it inside before the door was barricaded back up and two archers stood on guard.

Meldras gave the woman a hug and thanked The Three that she had survived. The woman explained it was because I had helped her before she told everyone who I was and what had brought me to their town. Meldras told me that the town was lost, what the spirits did not take, the fires destroyed. the fires could not be put out with any means they had tried, not with water and not with spells, they would flicker, but then continue to burn unheeded by all their efforts.

I said I was there to help put an end to all the things that had come to befall Selfora, that I was there to put things right. Everyone was very eager to help me however they could and I said I needed to learn more about the incident in order to figure out how to put it right. I even assured everyone I had not killed any of the ghosts of their loved ones, just to ensure that when this was over, and their spirits were allowed to rest, they would have no reason to remain angry. I would not harm them or try to bring any harm towards them.

I started with the most severely wounded, for the chances that they might die before I learned anything from them were higher. The healer was very cross at me for disturbing her patients, saying it was hard enough to care for them with limited supplies. I offered my help, asking what I could do with no experience in the healing arts, but with some skill with alchemy and quite a few ingredients on me. I provided her all the healing and magicka potions I had. I did not wish to, but I knew that if she had skills in magickal healing, then she would be able to do far more with the potions that I could.

The healer thanked me and asked that if I find any other healing potions or supplies that might help the survivors that I bring them back to the inn. I agreed. I spoke with everyone and took meticulous notes on where they were and what they saw. A young mer, who had been looking for something for his nix hound to eat, told me he had seen a letter in one of the books and that he had removed it before it was handed over to be burned to keep them warm. I followed him to where he had left it, just in case the owner were to survive and want it as a keepsake.

I thanked him and read it at once. It was the linchpin to putting everything together. At least, it explained why Vox was here. Why she had started this campaign in the first place. And perhaps even why the town was now in the shape it appeared.

Vox’s son, Meram, had been found guilty of a crime and brought to judgement before the Temple. Tidyn Arthalen, an elder of the town, had spoke on behalf of Meram to protest a sentence of death as being too harsh a punishment for his crimes. Vox had been touched by the support and written to Sera Arthalen to say so. Since some of the survivors mentioned that troubles started just as a woman had arrived in town and others described someone of Vox’s approximate description as having gone to meet with the elders, I can only surmise that she had been expecting to receive support in the town, at least from Tidyn Arthalen, if not others.

Vox has Saint Veloth’s hammer. Could his hammer really have wrought the destruction that we see here in town? I suppose it is possible. I know that the weapon can do things to souls, so if handed improperly, I suppose it might, rather than cleanse a person’s soul, knock it from their body?

I do not possess enough knowledge of the arcane, let alone such unusual magicka to pretend at understanding all of this. I have been told that the Temple up on the hill seems to be untouched and so those in the inn are hoping that the Temple acted as a secondary safe house for those fleeing from the upper portions of the town. I agreed that I would go and see if I can find any survivors there and around the rest of town. I will gather supplies, if I find them.

Most importantly, I am going to find Vox. I must stop her. She should not be allowed to wield this holy artifact. To think, she blames Almsivi because her criminal son was put to death? Strange. I am sure there is more to it than that. What crimes would the Temple specifically be against? There are a few, I suppose. Unless the Temple is in charge of all law keeping. Selfora is not a large place, but it is more than a village.

I have my stamina potions and I have Almalexia’s blessing. Let us hope that it will be enough to defeat Vox. She must still be around here somewhere. I do not believe I am too far behind her now. I cannot be.

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[feedback] THANK YOU SO MUCH for the reading. Yes, it was worth the wait, it was insightful and here is why.

If you had not seen any struggle in the reading, i'd be suspicious, because knowing me and the program I know it will be one of the biggest, if not the biggest, challenge I've ever faced in terms of academia and one I'll have to face with little support, mostly on my own. This is the reason why I was asking if it really is the right thing to do, because it is a lot to commit to and it will be years of pain until I am able to see some gain. The reading saying it will be rewarding is enough for me to keep pushing in this admission process, that is hard already but somehow I am finding energy to put a lot of effort in. You're right that I need to stand out, in the final stages of the process I will have to, somehow, because the standard really is high and they rarely accept "outsiders". And, once I get in, I will have to show that I have the skill to continue in the program until the end with a decent grade.

I have no formal background in law like others do, it makes me an outsider and I feel like a sheep among a pack of wolves (this is how I imagine my routine will feel until I get used to it), and I know in advance the environment there is a bit hostile (not the best sense of community) and competitive (plus, the professors are known for not making things easier). I also don't know anyone there, and none of the professors know me, so I expect to feel lonely, even when I seek out help and make alliances (which I often seek to do) and network; there is only so much I can ask from people and I will have to do a lot of "catching up" alone (as in study more than the rest of them so I can understand the classes and be able to co-write anything). I believe this is what you saw when you said

it will require you to do a lot if not most on your own. You will have to be very practical and look farther away from theory, you gotta be willing to feel like you're starting anew or adopting a different school or way of reasoning.

I will be starting anew in a new field, and not as a undergrad so I will be expected to know things and catch up on my own, it is a different way of reasoning (you put it perfectly) that I need to get used to. I am unsure how practical I will be able to be, because if I get aid by contract I am not allowed to work, but I believe it means I will have to incorporate more of the practical side on my research as well.

It will also require commuting to another city a couple of times a week, which I will have to do alone and I don't have a car so it is an extra burden. It will also be a struggle to afford myself during the time along with the commuting and the household, so i am already trying to take the advice of trying to gather resources. It really is a struggle, because even with aid by contract I have to somehow commit to having not enough resources for about 4 years, if I am able to renew the aid each year.

STILL, it does seem like the right thing to do and this is the reason I am willing to sacrifice and commit to so much. If I can find one or two people to be friends with, and manage to have a decent relationship with the other students (many are older and have years of professional experience), then I think i should be able to bear all of the struggle.

It all sounds like many years of growth with a lot of effort. Thank you again for helping me prepare for this!

Love, I.A.

Thank you for the incredibly detailed feedback,

It will definitely be a struggle and it will be a very demanding environment as you know, but it will give you a lot to put under your belt. You will get experience and a basis, you will be able to learn a lot by looking at the people that surround you there.

Believe in yourself xx

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