#terrible daywalkers

[y-rhywbeth2]

Scouring a Q&A archive for realmslore, as I am wont to do, and seeing people being semi-officially (officially?) directed to Lords of Darkness when they ask about Realms-specific undead lore even in the 5e era is amusing, and also validating (I love that book. I love how creating tomb guardians/mummies works in the Realms: it's so fucked up. I love the Bhaalist mummy and his relationship problems. I want my Bhaalist to get mummified.)

But anyway the concept that that lore holds in 5e Toril is darkly hilarious to me for reasons, because you'd be applying this to BG3:

Greater and Lesser vampires: Toril does in fact have rare daylight walking vampires! They're created when a succubus kills you by kissing you (ie draining your life force and consuming your soul during make out sessions/sex) and then your corpse rises again as a soulless undead horror that can walk in sunlight. Other than the daywalking a greater vampire is exactly like a normal vampire.

And I'm just... You can get your soul eaten by a fiend in game: can you imagine Astarion's reaction if - after being dumb enough to get fucked to death by Haarlep I know they don't kill you in-game, humour me - you came back as a vampire able to walk in the sun right off the bat? Either he's going to be insanely envious (why do you get everything he wants through an act of terminal stupidity), or he's going to be extremely put out that he isn't special. "There are no vampires like me" Are you sure babe? Bet?

Also as far as Toril is concerned with undeath in its own setting: undeath is evil, as are all of it's sources and all acts of inflicting it upon somebody (except for Baelnorn), but the undead are people and a bit more complicated. Not necessarily terribly nice people, who are monsters and sometimes have to do horrible things due to their nature, but they have control of their actions do damage control and decide not to be total bastards. (Most are total bastards). There are folk stories and legends of protective ancestors and helpful undead, and some undead hunters are wont to let "sleeping undead lie" if they're not bothering anyone. Interestingly I also saw something today that some undead hunting is actually done by undead, who don't appreciate other, less pragmatic and/or morally inclined undead being more evil and destructive than they need to be ("‘nuisance’ undead") and risking encouraging hatred/fear of the undead and angry mobs amongst the living: do you mind, some of us are trying to unlive in relative peace here. How is a Lich supposed to study with clerics breaking down their door, you animals?? Different source again, but D&D's token "good" vampire is a Torilian native (and by "good" I mean Chaotic Neutral and messy, and currently being warped and tormented by the Dark Powers of Ravenloft who enjoy a good chew toy). Toril does have another "good" vampire in official material, but he's been cursed to be Lawful Good and would explicitly go back to being a monster if you lifted that curse, so methinks he doth not count.

#babbling #/astarion #Jander and Jonathon are both elves oddly #Why are all the potentially non-evil vampires on Toril elves

[igotsnothing]

can we get another 10 facts about sasha and gideon? pretty please 👉🏻👈🏻

Hi Friend of Mystery! Thank you for this ask! I am so happy you are interested in these two! Here are 10 facts split up between them:

GIDEON

Gideon is very sensitive and observant. That, in combination with his vampiric senses, makes him very shrewd. He reads people and situations well. You do not want to play poker against him.

He's a daywalker: he can function in daylight, unlike many other vampires. He does feel weaker, though, so he is cautious and tries to minimize any outdoor activities then.

He belongs to a very influential coven with which he has a complicated relationship (soon to be revealed...).

He has an issue with authority. He doesn't think the Bureau of Occult Affairs is useless- he does appreciate the truce between occults and mortals- but he feels like he is above rules and laws and doesn't want them involved in his business.

He is surprised by the intensity of his interest in and attraction to Sasha.

SASHA

Sasha has gone no-contact with his father for ten years now.

Other than smoking, he doesn't really drink or do drugs. He knows he's already a hot mess without them.

He is Tito's godfather (Hector's son). He cares deeply about Tito, but doesn't know how to interact with children. They make him tense and he's terribly awkward with them.

Part of the appeal of working for Hector at the diner is getting free food when he's there. And if there is something Sasha cherishes, it's a freakin' FREEBIE.

Like the saying goes, he can resist anything but temptation. He's trying VERY hard to keep things PrOFeSsiOnAL with Gideon and he'd argue that the reason he's failing is because Gideon is so sexy hawt breathing very persuasive.

[nostalgiachan]

Streaming Interest Check

After three years, I'm finally returning to daywalker status and will be operating on Normal American Hours. I've also been thinking of maybe starting to stream again (after not having done so since 2015).

Only problem is, I was never much of a game streamer Back in the Day™, and all of my go-to stream options (horrible fanfic, terrible hentai and copyrighted anime) would get me nuked from Twitch. So, I ask you, dear audience: What would you want to see me stream?

Here's a list of all games I currently have on Steam. Let me know if you can't access that and I'll make a Read More post or something.

Anyway, once I'm on my new schedule, I'll start doing some test streams over on https://www.twitch.tv/nostalgiachan. Help a girl out maybe?

#nost sez #twitch #streaming

[oniikabuto]

general hcs ☆ south park

-- sfw --

characters: the main 4

a/n: it's literally midnight. i need to be up at 5am tomorrow. i'm writing about south park on tumblr.

synopsis: just headcanons of sp kids! their little quirks and habits and stuff

oh also aged up

...

— ⛧ e. cartman

has all of the really good snacks in his pantry

had a phase where he really wanted to be a garbage truck driver as a kid

listens to ariana grande and lady gaga

sings his heart out in the shower

refuses to admit it if you ever overheard him

weirdly sharp canines it makes him look like an evil little rodent

allergic to picking up after himself. there's literally a trail of shoes all the way up to his bedroom

never takes stuff out of his pockets before his mom washes his clothes but then gets pissed when his earbuds and stuff go through the wash

smells like baby soap

bites his pencils and they look horrendous

one time kenny asked to borrow a pencil and he threw it back almost immediately after feeling the bumpy chewed-up wood

thinks that menstrual products shouldn't be free because "can't they just hold it in??"

kyle will fight him about it

loves chocolate milk to death

— ⛧ k. mccormick

gappy teeth

but it looks cute on him

likes cds even though he doesn't have a cd player

always packs his lunch in the morning and karen's

there's little holes on the insides of his pockets and he has a habit of sticking his fingers through them and wiggling them without realizing

which make the holes bigger

keeps a porn magazine in his school backpack and leafs through it on the bus or in the library as if he's casually reading the news

sex jokes just SLIP out. he doesn't even think before he makes a sex joke.

his backpack is a mess and he uses the little pockets to store trash and edible wrappers and crumbs

has a disposable somewhere that he hits in the middle of class

kyle gives him a disapproving look when he stumbles into class high as balls

street smart but doesn't know how to do long division

favorite food is chicken nuggets with ranch

loves ranch (i fucking love ranch fight me)

will let you paint his nails

probably listens to tiktok music like mitski and radiohead and shit

also the smiths

— ⛧ k. broflovski

4.0 gpa all the way until that one A- in pe. junior year that dropped it to a 3.9

cried about it and sulked for weeks

stan almost left him because he got so sick of it (rockin that 2.9)

"dude it's not that big of a deal"

"MY LIFE IS OVER STAN YOU DONT GET IT"

keeps really organized notes- not just for him, but for the sake of his friends who take shitty notes

he has freckles idc if they said he's a daywalker HE HAS FRECKLES.

has a 10-step hair care routine every night

spends longer in the bathroom doing his hair care thing than his mother

spends 30 minutes every day watching tv with ike no matter what

gets violently competetive over kahoot

listens to the cure and elliot smith

keeps a different notebook for each class

— ⛧ s. marsh

always has at least one earbud in

sometimes when there's a lot on his mind, he gets very easily distracted

will step in the shower with his socks still on by accident

has a little crush on kyle (sorry style brainrot....)

used to read a lot as a kid, not really much anymore

unconciously messes with little papers or napkins in his pcokets and tears them to bits

gets like no sleep ever because he can't ever get off his phone or whatever he's doing long enough to try and get some sleep

still gets nauseous whenever he's near someone he has a crush on

terrible at articulating himself through text

if you want to show him a video or post, you would have to show him irl because he won't see the tag.

smoked weed once and decided it was overrated, but will sometimes get high if kenny asks or something.

loves vanilla flavored things even though it's basic

constantly has random change and wads of cash in his backpack because he's too lazy to stuff his things back into his wallet

#south park #south park hcs #south park headcanon #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #kyle broflovski

[simonsquest]

THE REQUIEM FOR SIMON BELMONT - A Castlevania 2 Playlist

I created a 60 (ish)-track playlist inspired by Simon's curse as it ravages him, guided by my interpretation that Simon is weakened in those terrible years in preparation to become (and eventually is, in the bad end) possessed by Dracula, thus becoming more ghoul or vampire-like as the years go by. I've highlighted lyrics that I feel are most pertinent to that specific idea I have. I hope these tracks inspire you like they do me. If you have any similar ones to recommend please send them my way. I'm always eager to listen to more. :) Genres: Metalcore, Nu-metal, Melodic hardcore, Power metal, Alternative rock, Pop punk, Ambient, Emo, a few Pop songs The post is very long under the cut, but it features lyric highlights and a direct link to each song on YouTube. Please be advised that the lyrics can be very graphic and illustrate disturbing imagery and ideas. Please proceed with caution!

Departed Way - SoTN soundtrack No lyrics, it's ambient. :)

Bloody Tears - The Megas The land is wrought with terror He roams the countryside They call him “Vampire Killer” Wipe the blood from your eyes Seeking the ancient weapon A journey far from done Racing the setting sun This battle must be won These bloody tears fall Blinded for ten thousand years This nightmare just keeps getting worse What a horrible night to have a curse This bloodline's sole devotion Is ending evil’s reign Standing upon the shoulders Ancestors rise again He’s found another token To bring about the end The dark will rise again Given flesh by sin And so, the shiver of the night arrives The rite that will save their lives This family damned to fight The demon’s gift of eternal night And now, the quest consumes his heart A marked man, slowly torn apart In these eight accursed years He’s been drowning in his tears Bloody tears

Heart of Fire - The Megas The reaper takes what's his That is what they say He wants to take your life It won't be this day You can feel it burn Somewhere deep within You can hear them scream What is it they say? Who's imprisoned here? Is it you, or they? Death comes for all men Now you come for him You will not be denied Death takes no bribe He can't stop you tonight Your heart of fire burns inside This heart of fire burns tonight (x2) You cannot leave this place That is what they say The keeper has the key But you found a way You can feel it burn Feel the flames surround From the darkness you You can hear him say He has the power here You will take it away They cannot cage what's in your heart Tonight, tonight, tonight And now you see what sets apart Tonight, tonight, tonight They cannot stop you now, no Nothing can stop you now Let the flames consume you Let the fire burn

Out of Time - The Megas A lifetime of training, a legacy of pain Bringing honor to those who remain Portraits of heroes, from his recall Faces torn from their place on the wall Nexus of evil, a castle of ash The existence of man slipping into the past He carries the burden, now nearing the peak Perhaps he will find the redemption he seeks There's something here A staircase to darkness appears Out of time Saving this dying land The hourglass, it runs out of sand Shedding his human lies Tonight, the lord of darkness shall rise The bone dust, it settles Between the gears Machinery powered by mortal fear Blood is the fabric that covers the stair The words of his master, becoming his prayer Behold the omen, eclipse of the moon Convergence of evil awaits in this room A demon resides in this living corpse Cut off the head, and another springs forth This can't be real Into this nightmare revealed Out of time Evil, it stands at midnight Weapons, they flash in the moonlight Now it's time to strike this demon down once and for all The moment of truth If it's lost, our legacy shatters The strength of his ancestors gather, to say: "Simon, fight, for the good of all mankind"

DAYWALKER! (feat. CORPSE) - Machine Gun Kelly, CORPSE I'll never be the same I wanna know if I tell you a secret, will you keep it? I need someone to blame (take it) When I find this motherfucker then I'll lay him in his grave I won't ever be the same I bit the fucking apple, I'm surrounded by some snakes I prayed to God, and then I went to sleep with bloody hands I came back Nah, not getting better, can't change it, I left blood all on the pavement I'm on borrowed time, can't shake it, blackout when I'm raging There's an invisible voice that's talkin' to me, and it's always tellin' me to kill I got a problem with separating what my head is creating from things that are real I'm in a room, hyperventilating, and debating to pop off the cap of these pills

Werewolf - Motionless in White I can feel you, I can hear you, howling in my bones There's an evil lurking in the dark Ever-shifting, skin is ripping as you take control I can't tell where you end and where I start I could be up all the night, but I'm paralyzed when the creature comes alive 'Cause it's fight or fright in the full moonlight You can run but you can't hide Smile for the camera, but don't flash your teeth I feel like somebody's watching me (feels like everybody's watching me) Can't fight these cravings in the night A beast who's burdened by his bite And in the pale moonlight, a debt to be paid For one must suffer for all eternity

Porcelain - Motionless in White God knows I tried, but broken, I bow to the beast inside An altered state, sometimes I even scare myself Is it too late to question fate? And hope is fleeting, still tethered to this grim divergence of my being I can't stop the bleeding I can barely stand myself I saw your face, but it couldn't save me I fell from grace, and I cracked your smile Don't rescue me, I can't escape it Ravenously, feed my feral mind

The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance He said, "son, when you grow up Would you be the savior of the broken the beaten and the damned?" He said, "will you defeat them? Your demons, and all the non-believers The plans that they have made?" Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches On and on, we carry through the fears Disappointed faces of your peers

Change (In the House of Flies) - Deftones And I watched a change in you It's like you never had wings I took you home I pulled off your wings Then I laughed I look at the cross Then I look away

Blood on My Hands - The Used You felt the coldness in my eyes And something I'm not revealing Though you got used to my disguise You can't shake this awful feeling Feel the pain that I never show And I hope you know it's never healing Straight from your eyes, it's barely me Beautifully so disfigured (there's blood) The other side that you can't see Just praying you won't remember There's blood x2 There's blood, blood, blood Is it really that hard for you to believe?

Closer - Nine Inch Nails You let me violate you You let me desecrate you You let me penetrate you You let me complicate you (Help me) I broke apart my insides (Help me) I've got no soul to sell (Help me) the only thing that works for me Help me get away from myself I wanna feel you from the inside My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to God You can have my isolation You can have the hate that it brings You can have my absence of faith You can have my everything (Help me) tear down my reason I drink the honey Inside your hive You are the reason I stay alive

Devil in a Midnight Mass - Billy Talent I was alive, but now I'm singing (Silent night) for the rest of my life x2 (Violent knight) at the edge of your knife ("Forgive me father") won't make it right A devil in a midnight mass Killed the boy inside the man The holy water in his hands Can never wash away his sins Put my trust in God that day Not the man that taught his way Whisper, whisper, don't make a sound Your bed is made, it's in the ground

Cirice - Ghost I feel your presence amongst us You cannot hide in the darkness A candle casting a faint glow You and I see eye to eye Now there is nothing between us From now our merge is eternal Can't you see that you're lost? Can't you see that you're lost without me?

Ritual - Ghost Tonight, we're summoned for a divine cause Remembrance, no, but for their future loss This chapel of ritual smells of dead human sacrifices for the altar On this night of ritual, invoking our master To procreate the unholy bastard "Our Father who art in Hell Unhallowed be Thy name Cursed be the sons and daughters Of Thine nemesis whom are to blame"

This is How I Disappear - My Chemical Romance To explain the unforgivable Drain all the blood and give the kids a show Who walks among the famous living dead Drowns all the boys and girls inside your bed Well, heaven knows That without you is how I disappear And live my life alone, forever now Can you hear me cry out to you? Words I thought I'd choke on, figure out And now You wanna see how far down I can sink Let me go, fuck

Pet - A Perfect Circle Head down, go to sleep Pay no mind what other voices say They don't care about you, like I do (like I do) Safe from pain, and truth, and choice And other poison devils See, they don't give a fuck about you Like I do I'll be the one to protect you from Your enemies and all your demons I'll be the one to protect you from A will to survive and a voice of reason I'll be the one to protect you from Your enemies and your choices, son They're one in the same, I must isolate you Isolate and save you from yourself Swaying to the rhythm of the new world order and Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums The boogeymen are coming x2

Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums - A Perfect Circle (This song has the same lyrics as the previous track, just more ambient/discordant.) Go back to sleep Go to sleep

Lullaby - A Perfect Circle (This song is also related to the tracks above. It's ambient and discordant.)

Spiders - Slipknot Well, you can go in alone, or keep it in between The pages of the books you burn so no one gets to read The fingers pull your stitches tight, but knowing someone's secret is not enough Everyone's a little bit a lot of the time Who is food and who is thrown away? When now is not the time, tomorrow disagrees But your real world isn't ready to face the face behind the real me Go in alone, suffer for your feelings, I'm not enough But everyone's a little bitter all of the time

(sic) - Slipknot Here comes the pain Enemy, show me what you wanna be I can handle anything, even if I can't handle you Readily, either way it better be Don't you fuckin' pity me, get up, get off What the hell am I sayin'? I don't know about malevolent Sure as hell decadent, I want somebody to step up, step off Get a grip, don't let me slip 'til I drop the ball Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it You're goin' down, this is a war Fuck it Who the fuck am I to criticize your twisted state of mind? You're leaving me suspect, I'm leaving you grotesque Feels like a burn from which you never learn Cause and effect, you jealous ass Press your face against the glass, suffer You can't kill me 'cause I'm already inside you x4

Rotting in Vain - Korn Repulsion evades me, I say goodbye Digging deep inside of me, getting past this agony I can't seem to get away Another day rotting in vain I can't take this

Duality - Slipknot I push my fingers into my eyes It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache But it's made of all the things I have to take Jesus, it never ends, it works its way inside If the pain goes on I have screamed until my veins collapsed I've waited as my time's elapsed Now, all I do is live with so much hate My future seems like one big past You're left with me 'cause you left me no choice If the pain goes on, I'm not gonna make it Put me back together or separate the skin from bone Leave me all the pieces, then you can leave me alone All I've got, all I've got is insane

Solway Firth - Slipknot They mutter as the body loses warmth They pick your bones like locks inside a tomb And take great care to not take care of you I guess you got what you wanted So I will settle for a slaughterhouse soaked in blood and betrayal It's always somebody else Somebody else was me You want the real smile? Or the one I used to practice Not to feel like a failure? I just want to feel like any other man I won't show you the whole story I won't show you the aftermath Don't look away If I'm alive tomorrow I will alleviate the pressure By cutting you out of me I found my bottom line Dead on the front lines I know I'll never go home While I was learning to live You taught me how to die I guess I got what I wanted Another needle in the back through purified scarification It wasn't somebody else You fucking did it to me You want a real smile? I haven't smiled in years

Eyeless - Slipknot I am my father's son 'cause he's a phantom, a mystery, and that leaves me nothing How many times have you wanted to die? It's too late for me, all you have to do is get rid of me It's all in your head It's all in my head It's all in your head Do you wanna take my life? Better get away from me, stay the fuck away from me Look me in my brand new eye

I'm Not A Vampire (Revamped) - Falling in Reverse Well, I'm not a vampire, but I feel like one Sometimes I sleep all day because I hate the sun My hands are always shaking, body's always aching And whisky seems to be my holy water 'Cause I'm insane, I can feel it in my bones Coursing through my veins, when did I become so cold? For goodness sakes, where is my self-control? If home is where my heart is, then my heart has lost all hope I swear to God, I'm not a So God bless all of you now 'Cause I'm going straight to hell And I'm taking you down with me Because you know damn well So I sharpen my teeth, 'cause I love the way it feels When I sink into your skin and draw the only thing that's real You don't believe me? Should I write it in blood? You better drive that fucking stake right through my heart and try to run I'm a vampire

Disasterpiece - Slipknot You'll never get out of this 'cause you were never alive How does it feel to be locked inside a another dream That never had the chance of being realized? Once again, it's me and no one else I can't remember if there was a someone else It's not mine, it's not fair, it's outta my hands And it's shaking - you'll never take me No one is safe Hate ain't enough to describe me Somewhere between screaming and crying When do I get to know why? I'm gone, goodbye, it's so depressing Withering away Take a look inside, my soul is missing All I have is dead, so I'll take you with me Can't see through the sties in my eyes I'm not supposed to be here I'm not supposed to be Scratching and clawing all the way Is there another way to live? 'Cause it's the only way to die

Mx. Sinister - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME Oh you never seem to notice When I follow you home In the dark of your apartment When you think you're alone Oh you never seem to notice That my heart beats for you So I'll open you up And make yours beat for me, too

Self-Destruction - I Prevail And everything is fucked, and I cannot be saved Maybe that's because I'm on the way Took everything I had and threw it in the flames Watch it burn while they're steady taking aim I guess it came with repercussions I've been in it for a minute, this is not up for discussion All the preconceived premonitions from people who never listen Creating all the division, how can you live with yourself? I'm the definition of coming to a collision The old and the new edition, the hero becomes a villain Now let me tell you a little bit about the Devil, first I am the one Alpha, omega, I won't be undone My power's limitless, you are like Icarus You have been flying too close to the sun I see what's mine, and I'm gonna take it I do what I say, call it dedication I built an army into a nation Now karma is coming, you can't escape it If you don't know the Devil, then you don't know me

Frankenstein - Rina Sawayama Put me together, thread and needle I'm trying to be normal, but trauma is immortal Oh, my God, this is so unbearable Make it stop, this is more than medical I was doing fine 'Til I hit rock bottom Opened up my problems Watch the poison blossom I could be your Frankenstein, Frankenstein I don't wanna be a monster anymore

Dead Until Dark - Powerwolf Prone to the grave, the dark side you walk In the light of morning we fall Confront the brave, the rebel we stalk In the still of the night we awake Don't dare cry, when fever up high No escape, no break, your life we will take Gone with the night When the unholy demons of dawn Pray When the sunlight is dead we're reborn Cursed by our fate, the undead crusade For the sanctum deep under your skin Raise up the blade, by night we invade For the last of times the fight may begin For in blood, in God, in heaven we trust In the night we are Dead until dark

Nighttime Rebel - Powerwolf In the night of surrender In the full moonlight and the midnight came Be the ghostly defender And of glory be thy name In the curse of a nightmare Be the lightning and thunder And ignite the final flame Seven heads, seven demons, seven murders in the sky Take your fate in your hand now, and so we rise up high Nighttime rebel, stand alone against the wind Nighttime rebel, break the holy sin Nighttime rebel, wake up in the night and let begin Nighttime rebel, holy light against the dark Nighttime rebel, bear a holy heart Nighttime rebel, summon in the dawn and let begin In the ongoing darkness Where the sky is torn and belief has failed Be the guide, the pretender And invoke the dreaded rain Like a wolf, like a phantom To the cross bound nail by nail In the curse after midnight When inferno born and the mask unveiled Be the last man unbroken, and in light the one to fade

My Will Be Done - Powerwolf In times of war we strike with sancted power When from the sacristy I rise To bring the final sacrifice Sing words of praise to glorify my name and Stand still Sacrificed to my will Sainted be what I say Preaching My will be done Here and all my life in heaven My will be done Christ our savior bring the sacrament for My will be done

Fire & Forgive - Powerwolf Sons of God and sacrament The night we're dying for Rest in flame by testament At midnight we return Fundamental armament The price we all ignore Bring to fall the last of savior To son of God we swore

Kimdracula - Deftones The earth will see our eyes go blank tonight The earth will rot away Go blank tonight I, I really wish these snakes were your arms

Good God - Korn You came into my life Without a single thing I gave into your ways Which left me with nothing I scream without a sound How could you take away Everything that I was Made me a fucking slave Your face that I despise Your heart inside that's gray I came today to say You're fucked in every way Won't you get the fuck out of my face now? You stole my life Without a sign You sucked me dry

Bloodbath & Beyond - Ice Nine Kills It's been six days since I've had my fix and now I'm fixed on you Despite your trembling body, I can tell you want it too I'm every man you've ever dreamed of, all your fantasies combined You can tell I'm the best by the blood on your dress, there's no bite as good as mine Through the darkest of ages and blackest of plagues I have fed on the blood of the land Every girl that's in sight knows she's mine for the night They're all trapped in the palm of my hand I've crossed oceans of time, caused unspeakable crime But I wouldn't change a bloody thing Hunted by all mankind but they're one step behind "Prince of Darkness"? Fuck that, I'm the king And I'm slipping through the cracks again They'll never take me alive because I'm already dead And forever in your head So won't you come with me and taste immortality You're dripping from the ecstasy of one last crimson kiss When your blood pours out like rain Take pleasure in the pain You're not the only girl to scream my name, but the first I can't resist So here's one last crimson kiss Don't think of this as damnation 'Cause we don't need their salvation Your neck is up next

The Greatest Story Ever Told - Ice Nine Kills How could this happen? Am I dreaming again? Her body's not moving, I'm assuming she's dead She's covered in bruises but the truth is that I never committed the crime Time to burn and dig the whites of my eyes But, what went on that night? "Listen closely as I tell you I'm not who I seem I'm gonna touch you 'cause I like it when you scream I wanna watch you when you're sleeping and thinking of me" And that's what he told her as he killed her Don't believe what he says, he's not real It's murder and he did it My God (hear me) You better fear me 'cause I'm gonna find you Last night I dreamed we had a future and you were alive It was springtime on our wedding day, there were birds in the sky The sun was glowing, it was beautiful and everyone was there I still can't believe that you're gone, I'm so lost I'm sorry (I'm sorry) Don't go Oh please, God no 'Cause you'll be lying awake From this nightmare and feel betrayed I gave my life And you took it away "Am I dead? Or am I still breathing?"

The Coffin Is Moving - Ice Nine Kills I'm holding my life in my hands And you're holding your views of the world Around never knowing Just make me whole again 'Cause I'm a soldier for misfortune But I believe we can turn it around This memory, the final enemy now We are, we are the walking dead A generation of negligence brought down upon our heads

The Fastest Way To A Girl's Heart Is Through Her Ribcage - Ice Nine Kills There's blood here in the water as I'm slowly losing grip 'Cause your insanity, it's killing me What's inside you is inherently sick Now that the blood is getting darker You drown in your true colors and just the truth remains All you are is a masquerade You always had a way of creeping in my life You're always so inclined to tear apart my mind Is it difficult to breathe with your fate wrapped around your throat?

The Product of Hate - Ice Nine Kills This world is spiralling down The segregation of everything Is the source of the blood on the walls It's passed down by generation This hatred could swallow us all A story told so full of holes Just allows the lies to breathe And to leach into the heart Of the disillusioned and the weak And I'll pray to God we make it out alive I see through this illusion But what's the solution if all that they see is what's different in me? There's a hole in my heart nobody can see It feels like the sun is gone and hope is locked away There's a hole in my heart, why can't they see? God unstitch their eyes please I hope tomorrow's not too late 'Cause today's time is running out Don't turn your back you know it's real So wake up, 'cause something's wrong There's something wrong

Connect the Cuts - Ice Nine Kills Well I've been looking for redemption What was gold, now is lost to the wolves As the choler inside swells like locusts swarm With little faith in a God or humanity, I'm lost Sometimes I think to myself "you should burn, motherfucker, burn" There's no truth in resting on laurels Or the blindfold of crooked ideals and morals On and on 'til the end, the serpents in my head Will show themselves through the whites of my eyes If all is lost again, will I repeat or repent? Or will I realize the Devil's in disguise? I'll fucking self-destruct Well, I've been bitten by temptation Body of rust and a cynical soul I can't seem to fend off all the vermin I hear the Devil, he's calling Fuck Doubt has dragged me down to rock bottom this time Despite the weight on my shoulders, I continue to climb In my final hours, towards a higher power to find I'm damaged by design I can't believe it was so difficult to see That all along my only enemy was me

Jonathan - Ice Nine Kills God has taken my eyes If I see no reflection How the hell do I know I'm alive? As the darkness bleeds into my mind The force that screams to give up Is grave enough to crave my name into stone Inspired by hope or defined by disease? If you knew what it meant to be me Could you close your eyes and never say "never"? Or would you call this the end of the road? I'm running out of memories, a shell of what I used to be As this curse drains the life out of me

Communion Of The Cursed - Ice Nine Kills So where's your savior tonight? As angels fall from the sky His idle hands let me inside Where I cannot be crucified Forgive me father, have I sinned? Who gives a fuck how long it's been? Just let his holy war begin I am the darkness deep within The devil in her daughter's skin And I'll be there 'til the bitter end In the name of God I command you to flee Relentlessly, 'cause we believe By the power of Christ we will set her free You spent your life in his light Still faith can't save you tonight Yet evil stands the test of time I cannot be crucified Pass the cup and drink from me instead Savor the taste and quench your thirst With the communion of the cursed Get on your knees and prove your worth I will cast him out (his grip is weakening) Cast him out (this is his day of reckoning) Through the father, the son, and the holy ghost I will lure this parasite from its wholesome host Eternally, my last decree If a soul must be taken, I demand you take me "Now I lay her down to sleep Her soul is mine, and mine to keep If she dies before she wakes I'll find another soul to take"

Me, Myself & Hyde - Ice Nine Kills I tear apart the pages of the story of my life In black and white, the wrong and right will struggle to survive And I've been falling apart in the pouring rain I'm waging war on myself, a captive casualty Traded a merciful heart for a murderer's brain But now I curse what's in my head Because I can't stop seeing red Did you really think I would falter, my friend? I've destroyed you before, I'll destroy you again I'm the hell that is your future, I'll incinerate your past I'm the devil on your shoulder, but I'll always be your better half We might share one body But this spine is fucking mine By now you should know You're just a spectator, I'm the show Is this the end of me? I bid thee farewell Fuck my fate Just save a seat for me in hell

Cheers To Goodbye (feat. Spencer Charnas) - Escape the Fate, Ice Nine Kills, Spencer Charnas Losing myself, put you through hell I've been fuckin' actin' up too much Tell me that you've had enough I fall apart, you don't look surprised Think I need some fuckin' therapy Figure out what's wrong with me So come gather 'round, you can watch my demise Been living too long in this fuckin' disguise Consuming every substance I can find You can laugh at my life, it's a joke, it's a lie It's time for the moment you've all been waiting for Step the fuck up because the final act of the evening is here A vanishing act, the likes of which you have never seen Count down with me Three, two, one So kiss me goodbye, say goodnight Hold back your tears, don't you cry Which would be worse? To live as a monster or die as a hero tonight

DAMAGED (feat. Spencer Charnas) - In This Moment, Ice Nine Kills, Spencer Charnas I wish there was a way for me to put this into words All these feelings that I have as I start to lose control I feel panic rushin' over me and grippin' at my chest And no matter what I say or do, I know that it won't rest I feel my vision fade, sweat drippin' down my back I can hear my heart pound, I can feel my mind crack And I know that you love me and you wanna save me now In the end of it all, you can't save me from myself The more I try to fight it, he grows stronger every time Post-traumatic stress, yeah, that's what my doctor said So when I think of dying, I just gotta take a breath

Funeral Derangements - Ice Nine Kills Slave to the plot Let 'em rot Or bring 'em back forever They say "Behind those gates, eternal life awaits" But those beyond the grave, come back beyond depraved With church bells ringing, I'll start digging We pray to thee our God (it's all my fault) For the blessing you've provided I'll see you on the other side But I'd kill to bring you back tonight Don't give up, don't let go I'll make this right I'll dig through sorrow and disgust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust They say that time heals all But I won't heed the call Buried in misery Spare me the eulogy Still, I can't escape this struggle Driven when push comes to shovel Whether God's hand or my own Nothing here is set in stone The flesh is living but the souls have spoiled The wrath of God lays beneath this soil

Enjoy Your Slay - Ice Nine Kills Plagued by the past And down a badly beaten path A mess of a man, his fate unknown He can't give up but can't go on like this Oh, I'm not gonna hurt you I'm just gonna bash your fucking brains in Now the fun has just begun And one by one your wife and son Hang in the web you've spun as family ties come undone Come drain or shine, I'll hit your whole bloodline A chopping spree around the family tree Where you can hang once all work is done

Love Bites - Ice Nine Kills, Chelsea Talmadge It's tearing me apart, but it's us or them So howl at the moon, oh, how can it be? The softer the skin, the sharper the teeth I've fallen prey to a curse I can't disown Is it all in my head? Blood on the hands of a man so filled with doubt I'm counting on beauty to kill off the beast So just put me down

The World In My Hands - Ice Nine Kills, Tony Lovato How'd I end up here? So uncomfortable I'm a stranger in this body The world's an ugly place And that's a fact that fate has brought me So tell the town below As death took hold You watched helplessly But to hell with letting go 'Cause when it snows It falls to you from me

Hypnosis - Sleep Token Lift, oh, lift me out Of my own skin Of all my doubt Take from me Leave nothing left Take everything Sink, sink your teeth Split my skin, no Just make me bleed Oh, and give me Give me all All that I want You know you hypnotize me always (x6) And I am almost under

Stabbing In The Dark - Ice Nine Kills When the hands of fate Fall on the midnight hour Behind this mask of hate I don the Devil's power These are the Devil's eyes I'll haunt you day after day Knife after knife Taking life after life You can't kill the boogeyman I am the shadow where there once was light Strangling all signs of life

Headache - Motionless in White Some days I try to speak with pins and needles in my brain Some days I feel sadistic, a portrait of my pain Some days I live in fear that I am every fucking thing I hate I know that I'm gonna be fine Oh God, am I gonna be fine? Bright lights, am I dead or alive? So insane I'm losing my mind I made a deal with the devil inside Decay and follow me down, under skin, I am doubt Feeding the flies in your mouth through my eyes I swear that I'm gonna be fine

Mephisto - Crystal Lake You've got nothing left, you're as good as dead Pay the price to be welcomed to hell Now it's time to pay the price, this is a death sentence Your soul is mine Love and hate, you got everything you wanted Price to pay, your fate is already sealed Be prepared, the gates of hell lie waiting In despair, I wanna hear you scream It's too late to repent, you got what you deserve When the clock strikes, you'll be torn apart, damned in hell I've waited for this moment for four and twenty years He won't come to save you, no one will hear you scream Oh, you are mine

Curse - Crystal Lake Our time is up, we're dehumanized You took our hearts out, lobotomized Are we so weak? You set the bridge on fire Too late, you've gone too far, dead end Checkmate, congrats, you won this game But will it be the end of our nightmare? I'm all alone Burning my soul as I'm losing myself All alone, on my own Life, is it a gift or curse? Saw him taking another soul above the sky They left a thousand stories untold Broken dreams make memories shine in gold The harder we try, the deeper we fall We'll burn away when the sun rises up This road is paved with bricks of broken dreams Stand all, walk through this hell with me

Trigger - In Flames I am running from something I don't know I am searching for something, which way to go? I am trying to separate what's real I'm running in a wheel Please tell me my name I haven't checked it today

The Quiet Place - In Flames Spinning further deeper I know you're out to try me I'm not in this to be a slave I push the dirt Make me feel Drown the monster Make all bad dreams go away Whatever it takes to keep your hands free Open scars The quiet place All the bridges fall to the ground And you say you sacrificed And then I close my eyes (x2)

Do Or Die - Magnolia Park, Ethan Ross (warning: flashing images in the video) I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die young It's a fight to survive, we're suicidal I walk in the building to burn it, setting a fire they all getting murdered I'm feeling my demons returning, fuck up again and I guess I'm not learning Got the opposition nervous, y'all are really only tough on the surface I'm living through all of these curses, bringing the pain and they know that I'm hurting Not affectionate, my face is still expressionless Take his head off clean, sleepy hollow I'm collecting it Messing with a king, hit the dirt, you gon' rest in it I'm meant for this, you try to take it from me blow your head to bits It's do or die We live to fight so Don't let me drown, don't let me drown It's flooding in my mind I think I got a problem why I'm always in my head Really going back to my old ways, running so low on the tolerance, all of the stress I'm going back and forth, slamming my fists, I'm losing it again All of the hate makes it feel like love and I can't even trust any of my friends, damn No remedy for all this pain We live to fight so come try me

Kool-Aid - Bring Me The Horizon (warning: flashing images in the video) Is this what you wanted? (no) So suffer your fate, oh, come here and give me a hug Nobody loves you like I love you, oh, my dear But you should've known that it was gonna end in tears Such a sucker for an execution The void is a vampire, fat on our blood While they try their hand at playing God Afraid there's no cure I got my (hands around your throat, I love the way you choke) 'Cause I am yours and you are mine, I'll never let you go I'll never let you go Get the fuck up That this was gonna end in tears

Running In Circles - Dead Poet Society Feel like I'm never enough Slowly coming undone, yeah I run in circles Get back, get back, get away Watch me try hard anyway It's all fake, the self-hate's killing me I know that I'm not that And I'm sick of pretending So sick of pretending I need to run away Soon I'll be just like the others Hide my face No one knows it's pulling me under Feels like I'm running in circles Feels like I'm running, running, oh I'm fucked up and I can't see straight I'm so sick of pretending, oh That I'm someone and something I'm not So I'm back where I started Falling apart

Watch The World Burn - Falling In Reverse Yeah, I got voices in my head again, tread carefully I got problems, I got issues, yeah, apparently Trauma that I'm burying, I think I need some therapy I'm past the point of no return, fuck being passive-aggressive I'll brandish a weapon, teach all of you motherfuckers a lesson They swim in the deep, and they creep in the shallows, I'm lost They're licking their chops, they're fixing to rip me apart, I'm swimming with sharks You started a battle, bitch, I'ma finish it 'Cause I got enemies trying to get rid of me Evil tendencies are fucking with me mentally I can't control the monster any longer that's inside The pain and sorrow left us hollow No tomorrows hard to swallow Death is calling so appalling Tightrope walking, now I'm falling down The pain inside is the fuel that drives The flesh and bones through blood-red skies The death defying, hypnotizing One day you're gonna figure out that Everything they taught you was a lie Watch the world burn The fear is what keeps you alive Break the fucking chains, take back your life The fear is what keeps you insane Break the fucking chains, take away the pain

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[marvus-xoloto]

If you’re still in a writing mood I was wondering if you could write a cute drabble based on a headcanon I have. I feel like when Mallek is drunk he’s not the boyfriend that waits at the door for you in the bathroom when you have to pee, he’s the boyfriend who follows you in and sits down resting his head on the sink. 😂 alternatively for you Marvus gives off the vibes that he would watch you pee, not for a kink just cause he’s peak weirdo energy

I p much completely misremembered the prompt while I was writing lmfao; I have another post I'm drafting for you just as a lil response bc I loved this prompt. I'm dealing with my own seasonal depression so I guess that's what I ended up writing. I'm sorry this isn't my best work; this was hard to write and honestly harder to post, but hey maybe it is something! I'm really not sure; it's hard for me to judge this time of year.

Just to clarify, I headcanon that trolls go to fight the horrible space war when they're about 21 years old / ~10 sweeps.

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In Vino Veritastic

Pairing: Mallek/MSPAR | Rating: T | Words: 1684 | Content Warnings: angst, emetophobia (briefly), mentions of alcoholism/ substance abuse, mentions of depression, Alternia is terrible | AO3 Link on @chunky-ruckus, check the reblogs!

Mallek is capital-S, complete with italics, dictionary definition Sloshed.

It wasn't apparant to you at first. The trashed hive? Mallek is a bit of a slob. The signs of stumbling around like a daywalker at midnight? Mallek isn't a morn- uh, evening person.

You noticed his shoes peeking over the top of his gamer chair.

He swiveled around like a super villan, all slow grace.

Mallek slurped on something frozen, his expression intensely blank, his cheeks hollow.

While hanging upside down in his gamer chair.

"Did you know these things are alcoholic?" he asked. And then he fell out of his chair, snorted out a half amused sound, and then, like the lusus he takes after, slithered slowly down onto the floor.

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Your first plan ws to go to the kitchen. The best remedy for an impending hangover: ice water, your coup de glace.

But the kitchen is a complete mess: sink overflowing, fridge and freezer empty. Mallek is a bit of a slob. Mallek is not an evening person.

So now, in present tense, you are in the bathroom, waiting for the tap to cool down. It's early in the dim season: cold weather and cold blood means that Mallek's been down in his basement again, fucking with the water heater.

And now, in present tense, Mallek is capital-S, capital-everything, SLOSHED is outside the bathroom door. Pestering you.

"What are you doing drinking on a Tuesday?" you ask. Mallek is shoving his face through the gap in the door, features pouty like a sad puppy. You almost regret soft locking the door with a pile of his dirty laundry.

You hear a thump against the door and look over: he's shrugging with all of his strength, a caricature of apathy.

"It was me and Diemen," he says. "He wouldn't share his shit."

"You know he doesn't share-" you scramble for the worst meat-related amalgamation you can think of, "his Juicy Dripping Sausage with just anyone."

Mallek visably deflates. "Yeah." A beat of silence. "Well, the shady food stalls were his idea." Then he's pushing his way into the bathroom, sitting catty-corner to you against the wall. The dirty laundry sloshes against the tile floor disgustingly.

"Just going to walk in on me? What if I had been using the toilet instead of the tap?" He wouldn't be the first to see you like that. You like to pretend Alternia has beat the shame out of you by now, but you can still feel a slight flush creep up your neck.

"Guess I woulda stuck my head under the tap. Mighta been faster than whatever you're doing up there." He's not exactly slurring, but he is talking through wiping his nose on his sleeve. You add "laundry" to your mental load. God, why does Mallek bring out the Type-A in you so successfully?

"You woulda burned the shit out of yourself," you say, imitating his tone. "How do I turn this thing down?"

"Here," he says, scooting on his butt to push your legs out of the way, and then opening the cabinet beneath the sink. A bunch of hackey sacks spill out, and Mallek resolutely ignores them. You hear the mechanical clicking of something... mechanical. And then the water slowly goes from center of the planet hot to tepid enough.

Mallek wraps his arms around your legs, smiling a wobbly smile; watch out Charlie Brown. You pass him the glass of water and he drinks like a man dying. Of consumption. He's starting to look pale around the edges, and not his normal punk, barely sleeps pale.

He leans in, now, to your knees. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was trying to knock you out. But you have to admit: he feels amazing. Cool skin and solid weight. He stands, climbing up your body like a very drunken, sun loving plant. He burps into your ear.

Amazingly drunk.

"I love you," he says, dragging his mouth and his words down your cheek.

In vino veritastic.

God. The elephant that has politely standing in the doorway has just barged its way into the room. And this is a small fucking bathroom; damn Mallek and his lack of foresight. And his love for confessions in dank ass, wet ass, inappropriate places. The man is a menace.

You'd both been circling this issue for a while now. You'd been expecting, who knows, a sweet smile and a love-you-no-big-deal-haha over a clown themed happy meal at the skate park. You'd even taken to bringing a little candle with you- stolen from last month's midnight massacre- just to give him that romantic push.

You weren't expecting. This. Earnesty and alcohol and the clear signs that Mallek is going through it.

Mallek takes the rest of his icey, alcoholic abomination from inside his hoodie pocket- the man is a menace- and slurps it up with a little moan of delight.

Another sound you'd thought you'd hear in a different context.

"Marry me," he says- you're stupified, dumbfounded- before he sinks to his knees and is violently ill in the toilet.

Your fears about being walked in on are completely baseless; suddenly, you feel very much like you walked in on Mallek.

"How do you even know what human marriage is?"

"Diemen mentioned it." You have a sudden flashback to asking Diemen if you were married now, after he let you have a mustard packet he'd been saving, and the hour long explanation of human romance and customs that followed. You'd thought the moony eyed look he gave you was just... just that. His normal, moony eyed look. Guess you made an impression with that one, good going past you. Checkov's gun shoots you in the foot again.

"You know it's a, uh," Mallek interrupts you with a look up from the rim of the bowl, expression suddenly hard. The L'Ange Dechu, peering at you from behind his black, snotty sleeve. "Pretty serious. Commitment?" you squeak.

Mal'Ange Dechu does that thing again, that sad puppy visably deflating. In a fit of stressed induced hysteria, you remember that video of that pudding shaped like a little puppy, and the spoon cutting through it. Mallek is that pudding puppy, and you are the spoon.

He leans his head in the crook of his elbow. You realize the tap is still running. Out of habit, you refill the glass.

"They always leave," he says, spitting in the bowl. "After drone season."

"It's not drone season now, is it?" You aren't sure, but, hey, nobody has made the moves on you lately, so it's probably as good a guess as any. "I'm here now, aren't I?" You slink down to the floor with him, soothing him with your hand on his back. "I want to be with you," you say softly, sick of the elephant in the room. "So, I'll stay, no matter the season."

He arches into your touch, sighing. "No you won't," he says, not looking at you. You try again but Mallek is gripping the rim of the toilet like he's possessed. "No," he repeats emphatically. "You won't. Because whether you leave again-" it just now occurs to you that the same time has passed here as on earth, when you were on your personal quest to pester. You wonder how that effected Mallek; you never thought to ask- "or not, I will. At the end of my ten sweeps, I'll be sent out to space."

You pass him the water, and he drinks. Tepid trails leak from the corner of his mouth, and you wipe one away with your thumb, cupping his jaw.

"I've been known to teleport," you say, trying for humor. Or charm. Or anything- anything!- to change the tone of this conversation.

Which is unnecessary because Mallek is sick again.

"I don't want you to see me like that," he says sadly from the toilet.

I'm already seeing you like this, you say to yourself. But you don't say it outloud, just in case it hurts his feelings. Instead, you try for charm again. "I'm sure you'll be the same Mallek. Fighting with everything you've got." You wiggle your fingers at him. "Subterfuging and being rebellious."

Mallek stares at you, contemplating. "I'm tired," he says simply. You understand the shades of meaning. "You know, we only really get to be ourselves on Alternia. That's how it is for all trolls." His face falls. "Topside, it's like we're all just acting in the empire sanctioned play."

"No robo-buddies in space," you say.

"No robo-buddies in space," he repeats, but his tone is light. "Lots of clowns, though."

"You know, good plays are made great through improv." Mallek doesn't react, and you notice he's got his eyes closed.

You guess there were less shades of meaning to I'm tired than you thought.

You help him stand up, your own personal squirm-on-a-string. As you take him to his respiteblock, you have to reconsider your wording: squirm-on-a-string sounds dirty when you're stripping him down to his boxers, throwing his ruined hoodie into the incinerator.

With your combined efforts, he drops into his coon with a goopy splash. Whether through hind brain instinct or some deep need to be comforted, he immediately curls his arms around his chest, loose with drowsiness.

You stroke his hair, kiss him on the temple.

"So does this mean we're married now, since I've cleaned up your vomit, undressed you, and put you to bed?" He laughs once- a single ahuh- but it's a genuine laugh so you'll take the W on this one.

You pull back to leave, and he grabs you by the hip. He looks up at you; the dark circles under his eyes in stark releif at this angle.

"Do you love me?" he slurs, trying in vain to stay awake.

You don't have to think about it. "I do."

But he's already asleep.

You know this about people. About Mallek specifically. It's not just planets that go through seasons. As the sky turns darker, so, too, does Mallek.

Well, if you're the guy with powers from a sun, why not? Why not try?

You start with the kitchen.

#hiveswap #mallek #mallek adalov #mallek x reader #mallek adalov x reader #catch me writing puns in french. i should be drawn and quartered smh #me (a sicko): haha.. yess... YES. I am developing a writing style that is so something #i do not think this is my best work but i had fun writing it so that. tht is smth. right?? #can you tell i did not play pesterquest. i only vaguely know mspar can teleport or something? #I will have a happier mallek fic for you next week i prommy ;v;

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oKAy uh Wilson rework real *Chucks all the new quotes I could find at you* I... Can't find any that are Wilson specific for some reason? Normally rework quotes are under a section titled their name or sm, but anyways have quotes for the weird shadow pillar and pig hound... thing idk, copyed and pasted directly from the code below the read more:

Wilson:

-- DREADSTONE = "It seems to reflect shadows instead of light.", HORRORFUEL = "It sends a terrible shiver down my spine.", DAYWALKER = { GENERIC = "Freeing him might not have been my best idea.", IMPRISONED = "I feel almost sorry for him.", }, DAYWALKER_PILLAR = { GENERIC = "There's something glinting inside the marble.", EXPOSED = "A pillar of impossibly hard stone.", }, ARMORDREADSTONE = "Lightweight, sturdy, and snazzy!", DREADSTONEHAT = "To keep my brilliant brain safe and sound.", },

Warly:

-- DREADSTONE = "Terrible and beautiful all at once.", HORRORFUEL = "It makes my teeth chatter.", DAYWALKER = { GENERIC = "I have decided on fear!", IMPRISONED = "I don't know whether to feel fear or pity.", }, DAYWALKER_PILLAR = { GENERIC = "Perhaps I could free the poor creature?", EXPOSED = "Ah zut, that stone is far too tough for me to break.", }, ARMORDREADSTONE = "A fine peice of armor.", DREADSTONEHAT = "My head feels safer already.", },

Wanda:

-- DREADSTONE = "As off-putting as it is, it could be useful.", HORRORFUEL = "It gives me a terrible feeling...", DAYWALKER = { GENERIC = "I knew I shouldn't have involved myself!", IMPRISONED = "I shouldn't involve myself in these things.", }, DAYWALKER_PILLAR = { GENERIC = "They seem breakable... but I don't think that'd be wise.", EXPOSED = "Oh botheration. I think I just remembered something...", }, ARMORDREADSTONE = "It should keep me well protected, at least.", DREADSTONEHAT = "That stone turned out to be rather useful.", },

Wendy:

-- DREADSTONE = "It is cold... and beautiful.", HORRORFUEL = "There are always more horrors to come.", DAYWALKER = { GENERIC = "Kindness only begets more pain...", IMPRISONED = "What a pitiful creature.", }, DAYWALKER_PILLAR = { GENERIC = "We are all tethered to this place in one way or another.", EXPOSED = "It is too strong, and I am too weak.", }, ARMORDREADSTONE = "Let the darkness surround me.", DREADSTONEHAT = "What's the point?", },

Winona:

-- DREADSTONE = "It's evil-lookin', but tough as nails.", HORRORFUEL = "Makes the usual nightmare goop look almost pleasant by comparison.", DAYWALKER = { GENERIC = "Yeesh big guy, I was just tryin' to help you out!", IMPRISONED = "That pig's seen better days.", }, DAYWALKER_PILLAR = { GENERIC = "That marble doesn't look structurally sound to me.", EXPOSED = "I stand corrected. That rock ain't goin' nowhere.", }, ARMORDREADSTONE = "That's some real high-grade protective equipment.", DREADSTONEHAT = "Lookin' sharp! Literally.", },

Wortox:

-- DREADSTONE = "A stone as black as night.", HORRORFUEL = "A goop most foul.", DAYWALKER = { GENERIC = "I'm sensing the answer is foe.", IMPRISONED = "Friend or foe?", }, DAYWALKER_PILLAR = { GENERIC = "A terrible fate, to be locked in this state.", EXPOSED = "Why hide this stone inside?", }, ARMORDREADSTONE = "All blows will be blocked by this armor of rock.", DREADSTONEHAT = "A stone fortress for my brain.", },

Webber:

-- DREADSTONE = "We're not sure if we like that rock.", HORRORFUEL = "It makes our spider skin crawl.", DAYWALKER = { GENERIC = "Hey! We were just trying to help!!", IMPRISONED = "He doesn't look like a normal pig. Or even a normal werepig.", }, DAYWALKER_PILLAR = { GENERIC = "We feel bad just leaving him like that...", EXPOSED = "We can't break through it!", }, ARMORDREADSTONE = "It's kinda scary, but it keeps us safe!", DREADSTONEHAT = "A pointy helmet to match our pointy teeth!", },

WX-78:

-- DREADSTONE = "IT IS HARD, COLD, AND EVIL. I LOVE IT", HORRORFUEL = "DARKNESS: 100%. NO SHADES OF GREY DETECTED", DAYWALKER = { GENERIC = "I THINK IT TOOK THE POINTING AND LAUGHING PERSONALLY", IMPRISONED = "THE FLESHSACK IS STUCK. LET US POINT AND LAUGH AT IT", }, DAYWALKER_PILLAR = { GENERIC = "STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY COMPROMISED", EXPOSED = "ERROR: MATERIAL IS TOO DENSE TO DESTROY", }, ARMORDREADSTONE = "IT LOOKS GOOD ON ME", DREADSTONEHAT = "ACCEPTABLE PROCESSOR PROTECTION", },

Walter:

-- DREADSTONE = "It's just a rock, what's so scary about a rock?", HORRORFUEL = "It can't be THAT bad... can it?", DAYWALKER = { GENERIC = "I thought he'd be a bit happier to be free...", IMPRISONED = "We can't just leave him like that, Woby! We've gotta help him!", }, DAYWALKER_PILLAR = { GENERIC = "Hey, what's that stuff inside?", EXPOSED = "Oh, it's just a different kind of rock.", }, ARMORDREADSTONE = "It looks like an evil knight's armor. Neat!", DREADSTONEHAT = "Never forget to wear your dark helmet.", },

Wurt:

-- DREADSTONE = "Pretty rocks!", HORRORFUEL = "I-is just goop! Not scared!", DAYWALKER = { GENERIC = "Grrr! You just big stinky pig!", IMPRISONED = "Nyeeeeehhh!!", }, DAYWALKER_PILLAR = { GENERIC = "Heehee, stinky pig all locked up!", EXPOSED = "Rock too hard for breaking, florp.", }, ARMORDREADSTONE = "So pretty... it mine!", DREADSTONEHAT = "It real good for headbutting, flort!", },

Maxwell:

-- DREADSTONE = "Petrified nightmares.", HORRORFUEL = "That's the good stuff.", DAYWALKER = { GENERIC = "Say pal, why don't we talk this out?", IMPRISONED = "You went nosing around places you shouldn't have, didn't you?", }, DAYWALKER_PILLAR = { GENERIC = "I can just make out something dark within.", EXPOSED = "That stone would be useful, if only it could be broken.", }, ARMORDREADSTONE = "Black never goes out of style.", DREADSTONEHAT = "Darkness is never far from my mind.", },

Wolfgang:

-- DREADSTONE = "Is just rock, not scary! ...Right?", HORRORFUEL = "S-scary...", DAYWALKER = { GENERIC = "H-how about friendly game of arm wrestle, yes?", IMPRISONED = "Angry piggie has gotten more muscles!", }, DAYWALKER_PILLAR = { GENERIC = "Mighty Wolfgang could break pillar!", EXPOSED = "Mighty Wolfgang could... not break pillar.", }, ARMORDREADSTONE = "Wolfgang doesn't need scary rock armor!", DREADSTONEHAT = "Ha! Wolfgang's head is already hard like a rock!", },

Wigfrid:

-- DREADSTONE = "A stone of ill omen.", HORRORFUEL = "The sight of it chills even my courageous Viking heart.", DAYWALKER = { GENERIC = "You leave me no choice, beast! To arms!", IMPRISONED = "The beast hath been consumed by foul magic.", }, DAYWALKER_PILLAR = { GENERIC = "The pillar is weakened... mayhaps it could be broken.", EXPOSED = "Only something of great might could crack that foul stone.", }, ARMORDREADSTONE = "It will serve me well, despite its origins.", DREADSTONEHAT = "Ready to bear the brunt of battle!", },

Woodie:

-- DREADSTONE = "There's something off aboot it.", HORRORFUEL = "That stuff can't be good for ya.", DAYWALKER = { GENERIC = "Not even so much as a \"thank you\", eh?", IMPRISONED = "Whatever he's got better not be contagious.", }, DAYWALKER_PILLAR = { GENERIC = "Looks sturdy... ish.", EXPOSED = "That's some firmly planted stone.", }, ARMORDREADSTONE = "Luce says black ain't my colour.", DREADSTONEHAT = "Gotta protect the old noggin', eh?", },

Willow:

-- DREADSTONE = "Eww, why does this rock feel so cold and clammy?", HORRORFUEL = "That must be what nightmares have nightmares about.", DAYWALKER = { GENERIC = "You jerk! I was just trying to help!", IMPRISONED = "Looks like somebody's having a bad day.", }, DAYWALKER_PILLAR = { GENERIC = "How crazy would I have to be to try and break that pillar?", EXPOSED = "It won't break. I didn't try that hard, but still.", }, ARMORDREADSTONE = "It's fine I guess.", DREADSTONEHAT = "Do I have to wear it? On my head??", },

Wickerbottom:

-- DREADSTONE = "Metamorphic, if I'm not mistaken.", HORRORFUEL = "Highly concentrated ectoplasmic residue.", DAYWALKER = { GENERIC = "This creature has terrible manners.", IMPRISONED = "My, how did it end up in this state?", }, DAYWALKER_PILLAR = { GENERIC = "How odd... the marble appears to be encasing something.", EXPOSED = "It will require much greater force than I can muster to break it.", }, ARMORDREADSTONE = "Extremely durable, and surprisingly lightweight.", DREADSTONEHAT = "Thankfully, the material has no adverse effects on the mind.", },

and lastly,

Wormwood:

-- DREADSTONE = "Pretty", HORRORFUEL = "Scary...", DAYWALKER = { GENERIC = "Why so mad?", IMPRISONED = "Stuck. Poor Twirly Tail", }, DAYWALKER_PILLAR = { GENERIC = "Where you grow from?", EXPOSED = "Where you grow from?", }, ARMORDREADSTONE = "Pretty rock clothes", DREADSTONEHAT = "Rock for head", },

No clue what this means, I just saw the weird shadow pig on my dash and instantly went "Is-Is this real? not a mod, reAL?"

#dst spoilers #Don't Starve #Wilson rework #These quotes at near the very end of the quotes btw if you want to find them in the code yourself. also you could ctrl + f search daywalker

[lime-bloods]

I believe you had once noted that sopor slime resembled cartoonish nuclear waste -- since the slime's an apparent avenue of Lord English influencing the population (or just damaging it), do think that might relate to Scratch's "seeds" being nuclear bombs?

i gave this ask some thought offline and mostly came up with lines to draw between the cue balls and recuperacoons more broadly, not necessarily along the nuke line, so this is a bit of stream of consciousness...

sleeping and crystal balls are both methods of fortune telling? the cue ball and recuperacoons are both computers of a sort (was Scratch's method of helping with Kanaya's "daywalking" at all similar to Jake's computerised remedy for Jade's "sleepwalking")? the cue ball seed is also seemingly filled with some kind of slime - dark water, sloshing about the cavity in [Scratch's] head - and in fact the biggest nuke of all, the Tumor, famously turned two giant vials of 8ball slime into a giant radioactive sun... perhaps that's your in? (if I'm not mistaken, Hiveswap also makes some reference to radioactive mind honey "runoff" - literally equating the slime in Alternian computers to irradiated slag)

in a tangentially similar vein, we can think of the seed itself as a cocoon... I think it was BKEW who forwarded that the cue ball that English's head breaks out of was like a chrysalis stage that filtered out the unneeded parts of Dirk and Equius that he didn't need..? does anyone have that post?

when we pit cue ball and recuperacoon against each other, though, what my instinct immediately says is that if the cocoon is a part of the pool table, it's a pocket... specifically, if the slime serves the purpose of "relaxing ooze [that] helps assuage the terrible visions of blood and carnage that plague the dark subconscious of your species", then can we see the cocoon as one of the "dark pockets" one can retreat into to avoid English's omnipresent glare? keeping in mind, of course, that dark pockets are, in and of themselves, English's tools. cocoons as voyeur-bots/beds also puts a different spin on the idea that "no information can escape" a dark pocket.

some of my earliest speculation into the function of the recuperacoon was in response to some analysis of the Evangelion film series, in which slime (LCL here) and black holes are both functionally gateways to the same womb dimension. in this scenario, the sopor slime is one method of making sure Alternia remains a planet of preteens who never grow up, by forcing them to return to their cocoons and dissolve bodily in order to be reborn again as children every day and night. but is this not also literally the fate Caliborn is condemned to? struggling every night to be born as a world-eating monster, only to be pulled into a black hole and have to live it all over again, ad infinitum?

I mused recently that Caliborn's session acts as a purgatory, presumably holding him prisoner on a desertified earth until he can brute force his way into maturity and break free. so in the same way that Caliborn's house juju acts as a physical stand-in for Homestuck itself - four kids trapped within and forced to grow strong enough to break out - maybe the cueball is the very same thing for Caliborn, an eggshell containing the very essence of his journey, which can only be 8r8ken out of when the weakest parts of him have been dissolved away by radioactive acid? again - the seed as a cocoon. (and the cocoon as a bomb?)

I'm not sure any of this really answers your question, beyond the vague notion that maybe radioactive sludge is an anti maturing agent? (sterilisation via radiation?) but to cap things off, thinking of the cue ball seed as a bomb did make me think back to Problem Sleuth's jawbreaker bomb, which was literally just a candy shell around a highly volatile infinite recursion of realities. that's all I've got!

#homestuck #analysis #mmmmalo #black holes #computers #doc scratch #caliborn #is there some other theory umbrella i should tag this under. #long post. do people still like that to be tagged

[dark-and-kinky-hetalia-scenarios]

Okay first of all a little background info, he's a vampire in my universe here

he doesn't remember his life before becoming a vampire or if there even was one, for all he knows he could have been created as a vampire

he had like a good 100 years where he was really a terrible person in the sense he couldn't control his hunger at all, he'd murder people by draining them

it took him awhile to get his bloodlust under control and he still struggles really hard with it

he drinks animal blood in blood bags and when needed donated blood that the government supplies him with to avoid any unfortunate incidents

his memory is really weird because he does have some that he can't place at all and he does not want to anyway, they are not pleasant

He is a very powerful vampire even by their standards, and having magic of course helps

he lives in the Transylvanian part of Romania, also (if I remember correctly from my visit there) it is a more wealthy ish part

he's a little goofy and he generally tries to be kind and understanding to other people, although he's a slight bit awkward

he doesn't think anyone could love him because he's weird (cough, it helps control his murderous monster personality, cough) and of course also because he's vampire, classic I know

regardless of this he goes out of his way to be helpful and understanding to the people around him, he's more talkative than Norway and more understanding of the youth/new world than England, also much better with patience. He can also be pretty sassy if he gets comfortable around you

he knows of the Twilight series, he thinks it's a little funny, even though he's outwards very much not amused at the whole sparkling in the sun thing

someone drunkly called him a glitter dick once, he got very confused and just looked at the person awkwardly, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on

His main element is fire, ironic really, but it does make him immune to being burned by stake or sun, at least that came when he mastered his element, so he's basically a daywalker (?), If that's the right term, idk

his eyes are blood red but a lighter shade than they used to be, because he's not longer an active killer

Anyways to relationship stuff!

I think a likely case of meeting Romania would be if you had magic too, especially fire magic, and it got way out of control, if it's bad enough the international security, and department of investigation, aka the ISDI (a sort of magical international force I've created for this world to make sense) would intervene to avoid incidents and assign The magic trio to help with the magic, which quickly turns into just Romania because he's honestly the best of them at teaching

now if fire is your main element, which we'll go with here, you would have a much easier time connecting to Romania, as in this scenario, your fires would connect on a magical level

this ensures a lot of fun shenanigans where he opens up to you and get unsure of himself in the sense of "how do I handle these new weird feelings?"

eventually he'd introduce you to his little helper, a fire spirit, a mischievous little thing intended on setting the two of you up

it's cute, there's a lot of training, based on kindness and understanding

if you were to become more powerful than him he'd never even consider being jealous, he'd be so happy for you and praise you for achieving something that incredible

if things get serious he'd want to turn you into a vampire like him, but first after you get married, you'd be his mate in vampire ways and legally

it's his biggest showcase of commitment, because it literally means he'd want to be with you until the end of time

he's such a romantic (becoming a vampire requires a certain amount of draining and also drinking vampire blood)

#hetalia #hetalia headcanons #sfw #1p romania #aph Romania #blood tw #romania x reader #zil loves Romania for some reason #also sorry if it's messy #I'm on mobile #anon #I've kinda created a world that makes sense in my heaf hence the isdi

[daywalkers-fic]

my plans to keep up with this month's prompts in chronological order have gone out the window so here I am once again, I'm torn into pieces. I offer a short story about meeting a “tall, handsome, stranger” that not only smacks you in the head, but might also be trying to rob you too.

Im a fan of interactive fiction - the community on tumblr is amazing!! writing Daywalkers as one did cross my mind early on—a fun thought I might entertain again someday. here’s my shot at writing in the second person. not proofread, pls pardon me.

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yeehawgust day 7: tall, handsome, stranger

The sun beat down mercilessly overhead as your train pulled into town. You had undone your neckerchief and the first top buttons of your shirt, loosening the fabric to better fan yourself with it. Sensibilities be damned—the only thing on your mind was a bath and a good night’s rest.

“Excuse me,” you said, approaching the nearest station attendant, “How might I get to Charlie Quigg's bar from here?”

“Ser,” he greeted you with a polite nod, “You're looking for Sally's Singin' Spittoon Saloon?”

You couldn't recall the exact name of your uncle’s bar, but you remembered that it was something long with an odd rhyme—Sally's Singin' Spittoon Saloon was close enough. “Yes, thank you.”

“It's a short-way’s walk south of here,” he pointed to the road in front of the station, “Head down towards the post office. Make a left, and the saloon’ll be right across from Ferne's Inn.”

Relieved to hear that your destination wasn't too far from where you were, you thanked him and hurried on your way. You should be at your uncle's in no time.

—Or, so you thought.

Thirty minutes later, you were still melting under the summer sun, still with all your luggage, and still, not yet at your uncle's. Ferne's Inn was easy enough find, there was a painted sign that read “FERNE’S INN”. It was your uncle’s bar that was nowhere to be found. Across the inn was a boarded-up barn. Unless Uncle Charlie sold his business without the family knowing, you were in the wrong place. You went back to the station twice and back to retrace your steps—to no avail. There was no sign of Sally or her Singin' Spittoon Saloon anywhere.

Defeated, you headed to the inn in a dizzying trance. The heat fatigue was really getting to you.

“Hi,” the woman at the front desk chirped, “Welcome to Ferne's Inn.”

“One room and bath, please,” you replied hoarsely.

“We have a few vacancies. Do you have any particulars? Size? View? We have a room ready on our first floor, but many of our guests stay and enjoy the cozy—”

Bless this woman. She was doing a very good job to ensure that your room was to your liking, but you were becoming irritably restless. “I’ll take the first floor.”

“Room 1C it is then! You can go on ahead and get settled in. I’ll come fetch you when the bath room is ready.”

You’re not you when you’re overheating—is anyone? You body was built for the cooler seasons back home. Newbarrow summers were more dry than humid, but it was still too hot for you. Could you last the summer here?

After a wash and quick meal, you felt much better. Alert and refreshed, the change of clean clothes was also very comforting. You were on your way out to speak with front desk again when the door to your room opened. Unfortunately, you were too distracted to notice, fiddling with a stubborn button on your sleeve, and walked right into it. There was a concerning smack! as your face hit the wood.

“Shit!” you hissed, cradling your head.

“Christ alive!” a voice yelped.

A hammering pain shot to your forehead, and the hit to your nose made your eyes water terribly. Your fingers immediately brushed over the tender areas, checking for blood. You'll definitely be waking up tomorrow with bruises, but you were at least glad to feel that nothing was broken or bleeding. Through your tearing eyes, you looked up at the stranger in your doorway.

They stood at least a head and a hat taller than you. You blinked to clear your vision and get a better look at them. As their features came into focus, your breath faltered.

This was not good.

Before your trip, you had read about a string of crimes in the area. A gang of “devishly good looking” crooks were wanted for robbery and assault—their victims were often single, lone travelers.

Here you were, an unaccompanied newcomer that should have been more cautious, and they, a handsome stranger, was almost towering over you in your room.

You retreated backwards, head throbbing and heart racing. To your horror, the stranger stepped in further after you.

“Careful, are you alright?” “I don’t have any money!”

They blinked. “You think I’m here to rob you…?”

You looked away, refusing to participate in whatever mind games they were trying to play. There was no need to stare at your attractive assailant for any longer, either—you had seen enough to identify them later on. Never mind their hair, their rolled up sleeves, their deep brown eyes that complimented their skin and framed their face nicely—

No. Should you die today, you will not go down without a fight. You used your body weight to push them out into the hall and lock the door.

Of course their arms would catch your door before it closed. “I’m not here to rob you.”

“That’s exactly what a robber would say!” you grunted, fighting to close the door on them.

“Hey! I—ok, that might be true. But I’m not here to hurt you!”

“Get away from me!”

“Why are you so strong?”

“I'm fast, too. I'll be at the police station faster than you can even follow!”

“If anyone here is a criminal, it's you!”

Fine, you'll bite. “What do you mean?”

“You were behind the door all small and sneaky. You were waiting to ambush me!”

“What is that supposed to—!” “Will you just—!”

In the moment of confusion, your force on the door faltered and it swung open. You stumbled backwards and they fell forward towards you. They were able to catch themselves on the door frame, and managed to also catch you before you could fall, too. Their hands were firm on your arm, enough to steady you, but gentle enough so as not to hurt you. Wide eyes and heavy breaths met yours, the two of you stayed like this for a few still seconds. You could feel warmth bloom from under your skin, spreading up across your entire face—sore forehead and nose, cheeks and all. You were the first to look away, and they were the first so speak again.

“What are you doing in my room?” they asked slowly, releasing your arm.

Now you were feeling doubtful. You looked at the plated letter on the front door. “No, this is my room.”

They opened their mouth to say something, but immediately pressed their lips shut after looking at the the room number.

“…this is not Room 1E.”

You remained where you were, unsure if this was a part of their schtick or if they truly did mistake your room for theirs. You watched their face ease from confusion to worry, and then shock.

“I am so sorry,” they groaned, their face now in their hands. “My friend got me a room here last night. I was so tired, the only thing I could remember was it being down the right hall”—they dropped their hands with another groan—“I should’ve checked when I went out this morning. I apologize for startling you.”

You were inching back further into your room and moving slowly behind the door again, putting some distance between you. You’ll check their alibi with the front desk later. For now, you just wanted this person to leave.

“Exhausted delirium,” you nodded politely, “I get it.”

“Yeah,” they smiled at you sheepishly.

You couldn’t stand them looking at you like that.

“I, uh”— why were you getting flustered? They were the one in the wrong.

“Right. I’ll leave you to your day, then.” They took off their hat to run a nervous hand through their hair before putting it back on to nod at you.

“Take care,” you forced a small smile before quickly closing the door with the lock.

Shaken, you slumped down against the door. It hadn’t even been a full day yet and you managed to lose your family, almost get murdered, and awkwardly meet a tall, handsome, stranger. Was this worth writing to your friends back home about?

From the other side, you heard their voice trail down the hall, muttering. “The last time damn time Nicky takes me to the Spittoon…I swear I’ll…”

You shot up and scrambled for the door, poking your head out to call after them. “Hey! Wait!”

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I had no one particular in mind writing this :) just two random characters. Gender neutral encounter that also harkens to my aroace panik of meeting attractive people.

alternatively, I had a cursed a idea to write something about a group of three cowpoke friends nicknamed “tall”, “handsome”, and “strange”.

#yeehawgust #yeehawgust 2023 #writing #cowboy #outlaw #western #wild west #reader pov #injury cw #chicken scratch #gn reader #gay reader #tumblr bring back text alignment damnit #western fic #wip #i needed a saloon name it was almost the salty spitoon #weenie hut juniors

[doctorofmagic]

I know this wasn't the point of the Wanda post but I feel like this should be said: Introducing things from the movies into the comics is not always a bad thing like how Blade wasn't half vampire until after the film trilogy and everything that happened with comic 616 Nick Fury. But I could be wrong and those are actually terrible examples.

I agree with you! I don't think adaptations and new concepts are bad, but it really depends on every circumstance.

Cloud!Galactus will forever haunt the second FF movie. Let alone that *points at Victor von Doom as a whole*

On the other hand, some concepts are super welcome, like what they did with the Eternals, making most of their personalities waaaay more interesting (I suppose my only exception is Sersi. Comics!Sersi is/was so full of sass and I missed that. But Ikaris? Makkari? Druig? *chef's kiss*)

Nick Fury, imo, is a very unique concept because he only exists thanks to the Ultimates artist who used Samuel L. Jackson for his design. The actor saw that and wanted to be part of the MCU, which turned him into a very popular character, leading Ult!Fury to the 616, while 616!Fury is currently *whatever happened to him in Slott's FF run idrc* (correct me if I'm wrong on this, I read that info a long time ago)

Oh, and I can't say much about Blade because I'm just starting to read his chronology. But I think it's cool that he's a daywalker, as far as I know.

In short, it's okay if the movies introduce something cool to the character.

But back to Wanda... (and I know you didn't mention her, this is just me ranting, so please feel free to ignore that part, I'm just seizing this opportunity)

Nothing about her MCU characterization added good things to her comic book version. She was whitewashed, worked for Hydra, had a terrible storyline about grief and mental health (tipically stereotyped and twice as problematic since she's a woman) and finally had the "woman goes crazy with power" trope. She was never able to control her powers (as seen in Civil War) and let her emotions warp reality to fit her fantasies while being manipulated by both people and her own emotions (again, women are often called overly emotional, and I'm not excusing Bendis here because he did the same in comics). She became a villain during HoM and the times she was possessed by Chthon, but she was never meant to be *THAT* scary and evil. There's altruism in her essence (this is why the narrative of killing a teenager is just so off to me).

Wanda is a brown romani woman who was often persecuted due to her ethnicity, religion and skin color, as well as her mutant genes. And yes, the many reboots that tried to erase her identity. Even in modern day, she still has to deal with ill-intended writers who ignored the implications of her character as a hero of color and the double effort she has to perform in order to be accepted as an Avenger, (former) mutant and overall hero. Not only that, the fans have to BEG to artists to make sure she isn't whitewashed, while 0ls3n stans will mock and diminish those who ask for representation.

This is why it's so problematic for Wanda to be like that. Her entire characterization is made to please a toxic fanbase and use her as a symbol to promote their racism (as seen on my previous post).

In short, they don't like Wanda. They just idolize 0ls3n because she's white and plays a derranged woman filled with power. And that's kinda enough for them.

Don't get me wrong, I do love my fair share of female villains (I'm literally in 300 different fandoms). But Wanda was not meant to be that, especially knowing that there are so few female heroes of color on screen (it gets even worse when we only count phase 1, 2 and 3).

In any case, my point is, fans cannot accept the influence of MCU!Wanda to be translated to comics because it's erasure of her identity and plain racism. The new team is working very hard to portray a woman of color as she was supposed to be ever since her roma heritage was established in comics, and it's infuriating that people will turn a blind eye to all that.

Like, this kind of shit keeps happening over and over.

Even when Wanda is a brown woman like she's supposed to be, they still find a way to erase her through 0ls3n's whiteness. This is not different from those derranged people who pick white actors and photoshop them over Black Panther's characters (I've seen one just yesterday).

Sure many minorities were poorly portrayed back then, often depicting problematic characterizations, but here's an excellent case of how comic books allow room for growth (I was talking about HP and JK but it also fits this post)

Agatha was just the last bit of bad influence from that accursed TV show. She was deaged, which is absurdly ageist. There are so many few elderly and middle-aged women in the Marvel universe. There's less now because women can't be old (ask me about the anons that stated Charlize was too old to play Clea and watch me burn in rage).

Anyways, I wanted to make this about Wanda again because it's not just a case of bad adaptation. It's a political statement -- and a bad one. And I don't want ANY OF THAT in a media that is so political and means so much to minorities. I feel like it's important for us to talk about this ALWAYS. So yeah. I don't know how to end this post. Representation matters. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#how can the sorcerer supreme be of assistance? #ask #long post #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #tw: whitewashing #mcu #marvel comics

[sasster]

Ole Reliable

Google Doc

What exactly were you expected to do with the information? Suddenly Orfuse is alive and stuck spending his days with, arguably, the worst Lycaon to spend even an afternoon with. That today the Senior Lycaon and Mahkir would all but tear each other apart if it meant getting back to him first. Does it even matter that you were content to carry on as you were? Visiting his grave, sharing a drink, and letting that man rest. God, doesn’t that man of all people deserve rest? What are you to do now? Worry over him until he just shows up? Pray that he shows up.

Oh, but there is so much standing in his way.

The papers that need to get graded sit in front of you in an unorganized pile that you stare at without seeing, the pocket watch in your hand gripped so tightly that your knuckles start to turn white.

Just return to business as usual, that’s what's expected. Unrealistic as it is. You rub your thumb over the dragon carving on the surface of the watch case, allowing the texture to root you back to reality. The ticking from within its casing is the only thing keeping you from descending into a spiral.

Is he in pain? What does Persep want with him?

Tick.

You shake your head, gaze shifting to the watch. What Persep wants with him hardly matters, one of two trolls that will never hurt him will get their hands on him in no time. Safety will come to him.

Is he even fully troll? Did this cruel prank bring him back as a daywalker? What if he’s a mindless zombie?

Tick.

Logic doesn’t support that. Persep would not boast if he were anything but successful.

And should Harlan get his hands on Orfuse before the slightly more reasonable alternative? The thought of him squirreled away in that horrid domain sends an electrifying shiver through you.

Surely you would be allowed to visit, as would any of his other friends. But what sort of life would that be?

Tick! Harlan would never. He fancies himself a monster, but he would never make himself the monster in his Orfuses story.

Suddenly, you push yourself away from the desk and stand, discarding the watch as you do. The thoughts weigh heavy on your mind, rationalizing Harlan of all people is a humongous feat. An award winning one.

A glass of water will wash the taste from your mouth, you think, as you make your way to the kitchen.

What if it is a continuation of how he was treated while he was sick? Thanat would not let you see that man.

You know what they say about the repetition of history.

Knock!

That would be a fight. A terrible one. Bloodshed included. It has the potential to drive Orfuse right into Harlan’s domain. Right into his arms.

Knock! Knock!

That would be awful for everyone involved. Surely Thanat would not risk that. He wants redemption, doesn’t he?

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The knocking becomes incessant, frantic raps that hardly leave room for a second to pass between one and the next. It’s impossible to ignore. You stare into the room you’d just exited, toward the front door. You were not expecting company today.

The usual suspects are all presently indisposed; Holitz has a packed schedule, he would be on campus all evening. Hocus has not left his crypt since he learned of the unexpected revival, you don’t blame him. Both have keys, at any rate, they would not be knocking.

You slowly make your way toward the door, running a list of visitors over in your head.

Benjin? Did something happen with Veylin in Thorezille? He would have called.

Zurven doesn’t really reach out.

Lazali is a texter, he’s been busy with his mate.

When you get to the door, the knocking stops. Whoever it is can hear you shuffling about. There is a shaky breath.

After a few seconds of silence, you hear his voice through the door. Your eyes could pop out of your head. 

“Aderae! Addy is that you?” His voice is hoarse, cracking with each syllable. He’s being so strong. Why would you analyze something like that? Are you dumb?

No matter, you’re already opening the door. Tears, the ones kept at bay from the revelation of his return, sting at the corners of your eyes.

When you swing open the door, you are met with, well, it’s him. Orfuse. God, he looks the same. He looks like he was never sick in the first place.

Orfuse makes an honest attempt of curling in on himself, arms folded together squeezing tightly at his biceps. The same way he always did when he wasn’t wearing enough layers.

“Addy?” He stares at you like you’re the ghost. 

“Orf--”

He slams into you before you can get a single other sound out of your mouth. Before you can even think of anything to say. He mumbles something into your chest that you don’t make the effort to hear. All that matters is that he found his way to your arms.

You wrap him up tightly and kiss the top of his head. You never thought you’d be able to do this again, you shouldn’t be able to be doing this right now. When he squeeze you back, however, the doubt starts to melt off of your shoulders and roll down your back.

This is undeniably your Orfuse.

He lets out another shaky breath.

“I shouldn’t be here, Aderae. This is wrong.”

“Can’t be helped now, Orf. We have to make it work.”

Orfuse pulls away, you can feel the hesitation that came along with having made the decision. He looks up at you, blinking through the tears to get a good look.

“You’re…Look at you. You’re so old now!” He finally exclaims as he reaches up to run his fingers over your bangs, taking extra care to pick out some of the grey. He was never one to let a situation stay serious for too long. Of course he would gear the conversation away from his revival.

He’s actually back. You smile.

“Ancient. Just absolutely falling apart. Time has been unkind to me, Orf.”

His reciprocation is toothy, anyone on the outside looking in wouldn’t be able to tell this man was a sobbing wreck just a few seconds ago. 

“Oh, my poor, poor old Addy.” He strokes your bangs out of the way so that he can get a better look at your face. “What am I going to do with you?”

#get it because #his title #his title is reliance #he's #he's reliable.... #anyway #coko writes sometimes #uhh #i know it could be better but uh #im not a HUUUGE fan of this one #this is what it is #the evocator #aderae

[darkblessed]

@viilein / cont.

it’s funny, this weakness of his. vampires as typically known burned in the sun, cowered from the radiance of a cleric and shrieked when the light touched their skin. he was what another vampire he knew called a daywalker, an envious term that laid out what he could do: stand beneath the dawn and feel nothing but the warmth on his back.

his weakness was something more mundane, something so simple it was laughable. their trek had taken them eastward, towards a small town complaining of a nauseating stench over the entire town (it was enebish’s insistence, this time, to seek it out. ‘ for my monster hunting notes,’ he said.)

the source had been an enormous plant growing from a mass grave of victims of the zombies that roamed the countryside of darkon. taking it down with victor’s fire had been easy, but not before it had landed three terrible lashes of wide tendrils across enebish’s torso. his armor and shield had brunted the worst of the blows, but the last one had come down on his weapon arm and the poison leaking from the vines burned into his skin like it was actively eating him.

his magic did not come when called, because they had been on their feet for too long to bring the spells to fruition. he’s tired. the poison makes him even more tired. victor talks about the unreliability of the gods and enebish turns his head up to catch the fire in victor’s gaze.

“ my weakness keeps me mortal. i didn’t ask for this immortality, you know. ”

he pulls his arm back to press a hand to where the potion sinks into his skin, watching the flesh try and fail to knit itself back together. he needed a meal and some sleep first.

“ i don’t tend to ask big questions like who the gods are or how dare they act the way they do. i’ll never know -- how they think isn’t how we think. all i know is she spoke to me and asked of me a duty and i’ve carried that duty. ”

he shrugs with one shoulder, the one on the uninjured side, when victor asks what he’s still holding onto.

“ i don’t know. i just am. perhaps i’m just stubborn the same way you are whenever you refuse to let me heal your eye. it’s just a piece of myself that i’ve decided to hang onto. her voice is my voice. ”

he looks to the vial before he sighs.

“ i won’t be opposed to learning to neutralize the poison, considering how much it eats me away, but i’m not giving up my clerical work. ”

#okay i replied to this bc i couldnt stop myself so. heres these two. #viilein #wake up in a new life by the seaside. / traveler verse.

[katsigian]

🖊🖊🖊 + reid >:^)

Thanks so much! From this ask game

REID VERAS

-- Reid is such a little gremlin aufufhdhs He was created mostly to cause strife for Valen and boy, does he ever. Him and Valen hated each other's guts back when they served in the military together between 2068 and 2071. It culminated in them finally settling their differences via death match out in the desert near Sacramento where Valen believed he'd killed him (they're both daywalkers, so they both can take some serious damage). Turns out he didn't, and Reid survived. They didn't see each other again after that until 8 years later.

-- Reid was in a terrible accident sometime in 2073 and has severe memory loss. He can't remember that him and Valen are on bad terms, yet. So he shows up on Valen's doorstep in 2078 like "Hey buddy, at least I think we were buddies, how's it going :)" and Valen is screaming inside because the guy whose throat he ripped out with his teeth doesn't remember that event. Reid needs some help and all he vaguely remembers is that Valen Kinlaw was attached to him in some way, so he just assumes it's a friend way. Valen realizes he has memory loss and is now conflicted as hell.

-- Reid, after the memory loss, is just a fairly normal guy. Kind of a bimbo. He's much more laid back and not as aggro as before. Reid tries much harder to be a good person, whereas before, he did his best to be an asshole. Problem is, Valen remembers how much he hated Reid for everything Reid did to him and he doesn't know how to act. He tries to play along, but he has to tell Reid the truth eventually >:)

#asks 💌 #⠀- ̗̀ ⸨ 𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔬/𝔯𝔢𝔦𝔡 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔰 ⸩⁺☀︎⭒๋

[bcneheaded]

"It's late, you look tired." ...what if...what if Indriik....

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬'𝑺 𝑨𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑨 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬 . (with @winterfollows!)

Pale blues wanders languidly to the other, head turning fully to follow the sound of his voice as it comes to him; brows raised just slightly inquisitively. "I am undead," he finally says after a long moment of consideration. "-- I always look tired."

Ah... Yes.. A joke it would seem. Mostly. It.. wasn't always easy to tell with him, what with the seemingly chronic icy expression. Indriik, the youngest of the Schwarz family-- what was left of it-- lets his gaze wander further, away from the archfey, and instead... towards the window... where the sky appeared to lighten just so, signalling the ever nearing end of night and beginning of a coming dawn.

Indriik shifts his weight to the side, legs uncrossing and recrossing over one another... and he sighs quietly, pale lips pressing together for a moment.

"I am a daywalker- you know?" he murmurs, implying that he'd be fine during the day-- that he frequently stays awake like a diurnal entity. What he did not at all imply, is that he did this frequently, and for days on end. Which no doubt did less than great things to his already near sickly complexion. Though, instead of offering any further jokes or rebuttals, the vampire simply... bows his head in a nod, and looks up to Hal once more after a bit of a pause.

"... I... am tired." he admits. And the smallest, slightest of smiles tickles at the corner of his lips; threatening to pull upward in a half smirk at being found out. Be it in sheepishness or amusement. Did he truly look so much more terrible than usual? Or was his humble host simply more observant than he gave him credit for, he wondered? "Perhaps... It is time to rest now, yes..." he murmurs, his usual chilly tone unusually soft; only further proving Hal's observation. "it's been a good time, tonight." the vampire adds, making a point to look the other in the eye as he does. With usually being such an introverted homebody... It wasn't often he enjoyed himself in the presence of others. And for that itself, he was grateful. It was worth mentioning, he thought. "Thank you."

#( asks ) #winterfollows #( ft. Indriik ) #AAAYYYY YOU ORDERED FROM THE SECRET MENU HELL YEA JHUYDFSJD #hhhHHWAAA everytime I've gone to write this response its always been very late and ive always been very tired on the verge of sleep gduifhj #i apologize!! as it is not my best work but i jus T !!! wanted !! to throw indriik out there a lil at least!!! #he............is being unusually friendly. which is good ofc just!! weird hfudgfd im !! goodness im assuming they're at least on semi #friendly or acquainted terms here ! :0 but it can be anywhere!! #also assumed they'd be at the saloon or smthn but! again could be wherever u would like!! I left it vague uhfdbhfd #ALSO ALSO...... pls hi yes hello he has a bit of a german accent but consider that it probably gets worse when hes tired <333 #him: HoW doEs He KnnOw I'M tIrEd but w a stronger accent LMAO #ALSO X3 HE IS INDEED A DAYWALKER AND yes thats something i just decided today <3 this can mean a number of things #but main point is that he can be out in daylight just fine !! maybe a bit of discomfort bc he IS pale and doesnt drink enough #I always assumed schwarz probably was as well but ?? idk i like the idea of the sun hurting him much more than indriik for some reason #despite his being more powerful and better fed YGHUFGJD maybe schwarz just got the shit end of the stick on the vampirism LMAO

[jaydonsjam]

Tomb of Dracula VIII/Werewolf By Night VII

Tomb of Dracula #17-18 writer: Marv Wolfman | penciler: Gene Colan | inker: Tom Palmer

Werewolf By Night #15 writer: Marv Wolfman | penciler: Mike Ploog | inker: Frank Monte

Tomb of Dracula #17

We’re on the train to Transylvania! We got some more terrible accents written in the dialogue and I hated it like I always do! Besides that, I liked the moment with Lucas Brand and Dr. Sun. It’s still building so I guess we’ll see where that goes. I like how we saw two new characters Jacques Granet and Ludwig Gruber which were on the run protecting their case from Dr. Sun. Dracula throws Ludwig off the train and the lettering describing his flesh and bone being destroyed by the tracks was gross and cool. Jacques jumping out the window of the train to escape Dracula and protect his briefcase was shocking but builds this dread of Dr. Sun so well. We saw at the beginning of this issue Dracula “killing” Blade by biting him which I guess is the explanation on him being a daywalker but I think we’ll see that later. We get a hint next issue that Quincy is about to stab Blade which was an interesting development. I liked the tease with Jack Russell being on the same train but not doing anything until the next issue. This was a really tense but great issue that moved several plots forward and what I liked about this was it used Werewolf in an organic way.

Tomb of Dracula #18/Werewolf By Night #15

This crossover was awesome! What I loved was how both books moved their individual plots forward and tied Werewolf’s origin into Dracula’s. It was so well done. But it’s Marv Wolfman who’s one of the best at writing comics. I’m liking Topaz and her connection to Jack. It makes sense why she was introduced now after these issues. I love the idea that she can give Jack control of the wolf form. Great couple fights with Dracula and Werewolf.

Jack’s ancestor Grigory killed Dracula and threw his coffin in the sea and then comes into contact with a woman named Lydia who then bites him and turns him into a werewolf. I loved getting the origin of the werewolf curse and it’s connection to Dracula. We’re left with Rachel and Frank retrieving the second book of sins which Dracula mentions could kill him. Again, a great crossover that was more consequential than I thought it would be and I’m excited to see what happens next! Blade is about to be staked by Quincy, Dr. Sun doing whatever he’s doing, the true origin of Jack and his curse etc. lots of great stuff here and I think this crossover is aided by the fact that Marv is writing both books so it felt like it tied together really nicely. Gene Colan and Mike Ploog continue to be two of my favorite artists from this era and they both killed it on their respective books! Next up is more Tomb of Dracula!

#tomb of dracula #marvel #marvel comics #werewolf by night #count dracula #vlad dracula #dracula #jack russell #werewolf #horror comics #horror crossover #70’s comics #70s comics #frank drake #Rachel Van Helsing