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eloquent-edits · 2 months

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🗡️ Stop looking for monsters under your bed

you are the monster 🗡️ villain/anti-hero prompts 🗡️ based on MNQN’s “What Have You Become?”

“I don’t know who you are anymore.” “Then you never knew me.”

“Care to watch the show? You can’t stop it, so you might as well enjoy it.” B grinned, sparks in their eyes and the air.

“Oh be quiet dear, this will all be over soon.”

“You say that we’re doing something different, that we’re making the right changes to protect people, but all I see are more corpses.”

“Are you sure this is the right thing to do?”

“Oh god, oh fuck…” A crumpled to their knees, helplessly watching B’s blood pool on the floor. “What did I do?”

“I… I think we’re the monsters here.”

“Did you actually think you could save them?” B laughed in disbelief.

“People die all the time, why would you be any different?”

A looked at the sky, avoiding B’s gaze. “The night is in everyone. Hope dies like stars, happiness crashes like meteors. The night remains.”

“If you do this, heaven will not know your name.” “They will know it, and they will fear it.”

“You asked for a savior, not a saint.”

Their face was carved from the malice of millions.

“They chose me. I must carry out my duty or thousands more will die.”

“That’s enough A! We’ve tried everything, hell, nearly lost everything too. One of us will die if we keep going...” “And we let them win?” “It’s the only way we get a happy ending.”

“I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time.”

“Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to deserve this?” “Don’t be naïve. You know exactly what you’ve done.”

“You should’ve seen the look on their faces. It was delicious.”

A collapsed, thoughts swirling in a mess of confusion and betrayal. Their arm stung. Their bones ached. Their heart hurt. “What happened to you?” “Nothing happened. You became weak.”

“I don’t want to do this. But it’s the only way out.”

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fsfghgee · 7 months

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Bi-Han Breakdown: because I think he deserves it. And unfortunately, he's receiving a lot of hate for no sane reason

Bi-Han is not a saint, but clearly complex and misunderstood. I hope this post can help you to understand his character and alignment in MK1 better.

1° HE LET HIS FATHER DIE, HE IS EVIL!

Bi-Han letting his father die is the main reason that make people think he is evil, but let's think about it...

Bi-Han let his father die, he didn't kill his father in cold blood and Liu Kang knew about it! Why he kept Bi-Han close, had high hopes for him (his words) and still wants him back if he is so evil?

Liu kang: Come in from the cold, Bi-Han. ("Come in from the cold" Definition & Meaning: to become part of a group or of normal society again after one has been outside it.)

Bi-Han: And again kneel before you?

Liu kang to Scorpion (about Bi-Han): I had such high hopes for your brother.

Scorpion to Geras: I want to see the moment my father died. (so yeah, Liu Kang knows how Bi- han/Tomas/Kuai Liang's father died. And he doesn't blame Bi-Han for his death)

Besides, who said his father couldn't have done the same thing with Bi-han's mother, since she was also a warrior who followed Liu Kang and letting someone die is not a big deal for Lord Liu Kang...

Tomas: Did you intend for me to be orphaned?

Liu Kang: Some threads must be cut to weave time's fabric. (Translation: YES, I DID. WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?)

Why doesn't he resent his mother for following Liu Kang like he does with his father? Why does he genuinely believes that she would be pround of his actions?

Tomas: If mother were alive...

Bi-Han: She would applaud my actions.

C'mon, look at his eyes! You can see the pain in them:

Bi-Han to Kitana: Your mother's death is regrettable.

He never shows remorse for anything, but he's truly sorry for Sindel's death, because he wasn't there to help them defeats Shang Tsung's god counterpart and maybe prevent her death. He truly admired Sindel. Also, Sindel was a mother. And he loves his mother.

Bi-Han to Sindel: You wield the power that I aspire to.

Bi-Han to Sindel: I don't want your throne. Just part of Earthrealm.

He only despise his father and Liu Kang's authority...

Bi-Han to Liu Kang: My father was a fool to follow you.

Kenshi to Bi-Han: Why do you so resent Liu Kang's authority?

He keep saying to everyone:

Father was a fool, lacked vision, never saw the Lin Kuei's potential etc. Then, you can say BUT HE NEVER SAID HIS FATHER WAS EVIL...

True. But who knows? He doesn't see himself as evil for not trying to save his father (nor Liu Kang, a GOD.) when he had the chance, but a lot of people thinks he is evil for it. And his father was a man of many secrets...

That demon who thinks it's cool kill "evil creatures" whithin her parameters to get what she wants "a pure form/soul": There are many in the Netherrealm (hell) just like you.

Bi-Han: You conflate ambition with evil, Ashrah.

Bi-Han to himself: Our father was a man of many secrets.

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HE IS MEAN TO TOMAS AND TRIED TO KILL HIM, HE IS EVIL!

I truly love Tomas, but Bi-Han not accepting him as a brother in front of him, doesn't make him evil. Tomas's family was murdered by Lin Kuei's warriors in front of him and the grandmaster (Bi-Han's father) took him in to make of that broken child a powerful warrior who could also kill! In Bi-Han's eyes, Tomas was always a potential threat to the clan and he state it in his face:

Bi-Han to Tomas: Your treachery does not surprise me.

But despite everything, he also, multiple times, recognize Tomas as a worthy fellow Lin Kuei and even as his brother:

Look at how proud Tomas seems to be 🥺

How could Bi-Han think about harm Tomas when everything happened so fast?! He couldn't even see where Tomas was, he rushed to check where he was and not even looked at the ground to purposely kick a rock on him:

Liu Kang: Your brothers regret losing your fellowship.

Bi-Han: Then they shouldn't have disobeyed my commands.

He clearly recognize Tomas as his youngest brother, just not in front of him. You ask me why he doesn't do the same in front of Tomas? Firstly, he always had a foot out the door in his relationship with Tomas because of his background (TOMAS'S BIOLOGICAL FAMILY WAS MURDERED BY HIS CLAN); Secondly, Tomas was supporting all that Kuai Liang's mourning for their father's death and Bi-Han was clearly fed up and lost it. You can even see how surprised Tomas was:

He clearly wasn't expecting to hear him talk like that.

And we can't forget that Bi-Han was Tomas's idol before his betrayal. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't idolize and really miss someone who is constantly mean to me, so yes, I don't believe that Bi-Han was constantly an asshole to Tomas, just cold how his own statement:

Tomas: You've always been cold to me.

Bi-Han: Because your blood is not Lin Kuei.

And after defeating Nitara and Ermac the first thing that comes to his mind is the physical integrity of his brothers. He checked BOTH of them:

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HE TRIED TO KILL KUAI LIANG, HE IS EVIL!

We must have been watching different things, because there's no way that the GRANDMASTER of an ancient warrior clan, who can easily kill and is trained for it since childhood, would miss this chance if killing his brother was his true intention:

They trained since childhood, Tomas not even tried to separate them...

You ask why? Because he is used to it! They trained since childhood, they fight against each other since childhood too.

He only shows up to check Kuai Liang when he worries that Bi-Han could have blinded him, that is, gone too far.

And he quickly goes back behind the scene when he sees it was just a scratch:

End this, brother! Embrace the future!

He wasn't trying to kill him (look how he deliberately made this blow go soft here), he was trying to PUNISH him for disobey. And then, I ask you, with whom do you think he learned to do that?

And after this blow, he was holding back so much that he lost to him

4°

HE BETRAYED HIS BROTHERS! HE IS EVIL!

They feel betrayed by him, Bi-Han also feel betrayed by them, but Bi-Han actually betrayed earthrealm and more than once offered them the chance to join him, which they refused because they just want to defend earthrealm not govern it. Which hurts Bi-Han so much, since the entire clan and his best friends (Cyrax and Sektor) believe in his vision, make the clan great again (lol, I mean, achieve greatness, bring glory and respect to his clan etc), but his brothers don't:

Kuai Liang to Tomas: You forget Cyrax and Sektor. Their loyalty to Bi-Han is absolute.

Tomas to Kuai Liang: That the Lin Kuei won't aid us is unforgivable. Bi-Han has corrupted them totally.

His only wrongdoing was trust in Shang Tsung and Shao. They fooled him with false promises. And he already regrets having believed in them:

Bi-Han: I was wrong to trust you.

Shao: Yes, Earthrealmer. You were.

Shang Tsung: You have been cold to my entreaties.

Bi-Han: Because you proved you can't be trusted.

Havik: We were both played for fools.

Bi-Han: Shang Tsung and Quan Chi will pay.

But, unfortunately he has been hunted for helping Shao break out of prison and they are calling him a traitor for it, nothing more:

Sindel: With one act you betrayed two realms.

Bi-Han: Neither deserved my loyalty.

Bi-Han: I helped you, but I've earned no respect.

Shao: Because there's nothing lower than a traitor.

Bi-Han: You would still be in prison, were it not for me!

Raiden: I never thought you would betray Earthrealm.

Bi-Han: My only loyalty is to the Lin Kuei.

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pleaseletmecomehome · 5 months

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AN EFFORT AT A PLEADING

I'm not usually so directly vulnerable--but the time has come for me to make the most of my time on Earth and reach out to my fellow human beings in order to achieve what I long to;

I do believe God calls me to do this--and I don't know what will happen in the wake of sending this out into the interwebs--maybe nothing--maybe a lot--maybe my life and my spirtual outcome can be entirely changed--maybe I'll become a miracle.

Look, I don't have a way of explaining all of this, but the most important fact is that five or maybe six years ago--I met someone who was the messiah in a different reincarnation and I was meant to fufill a prophecy--doesn't matter the reason I was chosen or the prophecy went unfilled, but the prophecy was laid into place and I chose to ignore it and changed its path. After much dissernment, of course.

Anyway, I digress. I have recieved new instructions on the course of direction that the path is taking and I'm asking for help here--it is simple, I need good vibes, loving worship, witchcraft--whatever you've got--I need you to direct (at least a portion of it) at the Big Man Himself on my behalf.

I am waiting for an important sign, usually reserved for saints, or otherwise holy people. I am waiting to recieve the stigmata--it is part of a really complicated plan and honestly something I'm only a small piece of on a cosmic scale--for maybe, just maybe (if all the pieces fall into the right places) the saving of multiple universes or timelines...

Look the stigmata signals I have passed the test and the next phase may go down--and so, while, I don't normally wanna talk about the stuff outloud (or as it maybe online in a assumed username and a blog)--this crap is heavy, I understand that--but I'm not asking for anything but a few prayers, vibes, offerings, etc be thrown upstairs on my behalf--I'm doing my best here, but I really need help.

Anyway--do what you must or what you feel compelled to do to in order to let me be granted the stigmata--it might be the beginning of everything and it could save us all (not to be dramatic)--so please, just at least consider it when you see my post.

Thanks--D'ARC

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blackopals-world · 2 months

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Noble!Yuu: (mixing poison while peacefully humming)

Silver: Your highness, may I speak with you?

Noble!Yuu:(not turning around) Speak your mind?

Silver: I heard from his highness that you know a way to extend a human life. One comparable to a fae.

Noble!Yuu: hmm...that is a very dangerous thought to have Vanrouge. Many humans have chased immortality and have been cursed for it. No one can live forever.

Silver: I don't want to live forever. I want to live long enough to be with my friends and family for as long as possible. I don't want to die long before them.

Noble!Yuu: I understand...more than anything how that feels. To be surrounded by people who are doomed to outlive you. To know your parents would have to bury their child.

Silver: Then can you help me?

Noble!Yuu: A human life can't be extended. However, if you were no longer human-at least not entirely, you could have a longer life.

Silver: You were a human taken into a demon tribe right? Is that what would happen to me?

Noble!Yuu:(grits teeth).....No. What I can do is make a blood bond. I however will have some difficulties binding you to demon bloodline since you share no familiarity to demon kind. Fae blood would be easier since you share a strong connection but it's so much thinner than demon blood. Unless...hold on!

(Yuu begins rummaging through a stack of books.)

Silver: (startled) Um, is everything okay?

Noble!Yuu:(flipping through pages)Yes, just give me a minute. Here! Right here! I have a plan. I can use fae blood as a binding agent. If I use a bit of blood from my father's bloodline or from the divine branch that could work. Granted I would have to find some distant relatives from higher up but that could work.

Silver: ( a little scared now) Is that good?

Noble!Yuu: Good? It's great Silver. You shall benefit not just yourself but our two kingdoms! We can create a link from Vanrouge line to mine. If I do this right it will be as if Lilia was my uncle and you my cousin, if I mix this right. That means that once I marry Malleus it will link all three families. However, this comes with costs like all things. You will go through a few changes, naturally. Regardless you would would inherit more of Lilia's features but those features will be linked with...other things....

Silver: What other things?

Noble!Yuu: Well...like I said, I will need to go up my family tree and I have two distinct branches. One is a pure demonic bloodline with animalistic behaviors, they were the protectors of the land. The other is more divine blessed by the old gods, with power over nature, they protect the people. There is a whole history there and my parents are the ones who know it best. I don't have power over either since I wasn't born their child. I can only take one bloodline due to how potent they are. So neither can you. You have to choose what blood you want for the bond.

Silver: So I must chose to become a Demon or a Saint? This sounds like one of Idia's video games.

Noble!Yuu: I don't make the rules. This has never been done like this before. Either way you still are going to be part bat.

(I have no idea what I'm doing. We are winging this)

#noble!yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #yuuniverse #twisted wonderland yuu #silver vanrouge #twst silver #malleus x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland malleus #twst malleus

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margowritesthings · 10 months

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RED DEAD REDEMPTION

⥽SERIES/UNIVERSES⥼

➵ Romeo and Juliet smut, 18+, you're an O'Driscoll, who has captured the attention of one Arthur Morgan

➵The Meaning of the Scar crossover, the tales that take place after Arthur Morgan's death, when he becomes an undead Hand of God, hunting down the supernatural

➵ Te Beroya star wars au, mandalorian!bountyhunter!Arthur, you're an outlaw, on the run across the galaxy from powerful crime families. the bounty hunter Arthur Morgan is after you.

➵ The Greatest Gift fluff, smut, some parts 18+, you give Arthur the greatest gift he could receive: his daughter

➵ Mob AU smut, 18+, Alternate Universe, Arthur Morgan runs a club in the city of Saint Denis, you're the wife he is absolutely devoted to

⥽STANDALONES⥼

➵ Good Girl - part 1 | part 2 smut, 18+, you're riding with Arthur, never realising just how peculiar he speaks to his horse

➵ Bite Me smut, 18+, vampire AU, Arthur needs to feed, but you're trapped, and it's just the two of you...

➵ Fate: A Word Meaning Destiny angst, fluff, smut, 18+, you're a ranch hand, whose home is under attack from bandits. a mysterious stranger saves your life

➵ What's Mine Is Mine suggestive smuttiness, someone is hitting on you at the bar and Arthur must make sure everyone knows you're his

➵ Ghosts and Smoke angst, following your journey to say a final goodbye to Arthur

➵ A Job Well Done smut, 18+, when Arthur returns home from a job, you just have to reward him for doing such good work

➵ ...For They Shall Obtain Mercy angst, collab with @cowboydisaster, after your death, Arthur is diagnosed with tuberculosis. he can't wait to see you again.

➵ The Way I See You smut, fluff, 18+, Arthur helps you get past your insecurities

➵ Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? fluff, you and Arthur decide to be honest about your secret relationship

➵ A Bit of a Mess fluff, slight angst, you and Arthur bake cookies

➵ The Long Night fluff, modern AU, when your dog is taken to the vets, Arthur is right by your side

➵ Some Company smut, 18+, a few weeks after you join the gang, you share a sleepless night with the enforcer who saved you

➵ Mr and Mrs Macintosh fluff, you and your new husband check into the saloon for your wedding night

➵ Blood On His Hands smut, 18+, it's your time of the month, but Dutch has some insights from a Mr. Evelyn Miller to share with you

➵ Vedova Nera smut, 18+, you're a hired assassin, and eliminating Dutch van der Linde is your next assignment

#navigation #masterlist #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan x y/n #arthur morgan imagine #arthur morgan smut #arthur morgan fluff #dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde x reader #arthur morgan fanfic #dutch van der linde x y/n #rdr2 #arthur morgan rdr2 #dutch van der linde fanfic

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pyrrhiccomedy · 3 months

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the one thing I have heard probably the most consistently, from the most people, since being diagnosed with breast cancer, is that I have a "good attitude;" meaning, that I make jokes about having cancer, which makes whoever is listening to me feel better about the fact that I have cancer.

Here's the thing - the worst part of having cancer (so far, in my experience - I'll update as this progresses) is having to live with the constant, oppressive dread that right now, somewhere in my body, a cancer cell is taking root in my bones, or in my lungs. That it will silently grow, and spread, and eventually become rampant and untreatable, killing me decades before my time, and I won't know that I'm on that course until it's too late to do anything about it. That I will have to leave my wife alone, that she will have to watch me die painfully and without dignity, and that I will leave this world without having had the time to see so much of what makes it beautiful and strange.

this is not a funny thought!

However, the second worst part of having cancer is - okay, so they removed the tumor, right, and at the same time, they also removed a clump of lymph nodes in my armpit. They do that to test whether or not the cancer has spread. So coming out of surgery, I have two incision sites: one above where the tumor was, and the other one on my trunk right about where your bra passes under your arm.

And that means I'm not allowed to wear deodorant for ten days.

Imagine me: stinky, in my bed. I am an adult woman with a beating heart. I will not claim I have any greater share of dignity or wisdom than a typical example of my cohort, but I have lived and learned and erred, and amassed a small collection of accomplishments which I would not be ashamed to present to God at my reckoning, should such a being exist, and should such a reckoning take place. Times when I have shown meaningful kindness to someone when it would have been more convenient or popular to do nothing. Times when I have told a necessary truth to my own painful detriment. Things I have made that possessed, to at least a meager measure, a glimmer of genuine beauty. Trust I have earned, and not betrayed. I'm not a saint, but my soul is not nothing, and as I am forced to reckon with my own mortality in a way that few people my age ever do, I, like - I smell pretty bad? And like - my armpit is, like, clammy. I mean, how long has it been since you didn't wear deodorant for multiple days. There's a change in texture that I was not expecting. Just in the right armpit! The left armpit is fine, she gets to have deodorant.

But like, stress makes the B.O. situation not so hot, and I'm medically prohibited from doing the one thing that would rectify the situation. I own deodorant. It's right over there. I can see it from where I'm sitting. I am sure you understand of course that I am immersed in greater miseries. Even aside from the existential dread of having cancer - the incisions are painful. I'm very tired. I have two blown-out veins from when the anesthesiologist struggled to find a workable injection site before the surgery, so I have some wild bruising, and I can't really bend my left arm. But these are afflictions with some dignity. To have pain or fatigue after surgery is rather ennobled in the common discourse. But - do I have to smell like ham, too?

Must I smell like rank ham?

Of course the solution to the ham smell is just to take more showers, but bathing after surgery presents its own category of woes, which are also not particularly dignified. And it's here, caught betwixt the Scylla and Charybdis of 'smelling like old meat' and 'unwinding my boob from its surgical sling to take another ride around the wet room rodeo' that I find the humor in my situation. The feeble ape rails against her trivial but intractable stink!

And that humor spreads - much like cancer! - to everything else that it touches. It is, actually, very funny to tell someone that the joke Christmas gift they got for me is probably what gave me cancer. It's funny, when people find out I got my diagnosis on January 2nd, to blandly follow that up with "--So, 2024, not off to a great start, but 2025 is going to be my year." It's funny, when someone invites me to something we both know I probably don't want to go to, to suck air between my teeth and go, "Ooh, I would, but, you know--the cancer. Yeah, I can feel it flaring up right now. Maybe next time."

Things are funny when they subvert your expectations. People expect you to treat your cancer diagnosis very gravely, and so it's funny - to them, and to me - when I don't. And then they tell me I have "a great attitude."

"You'll be fine," I've heard over and over again. "You have a great attitude. That's the most important thing, in this kind of a situation - keeping a great attitude."

I certainly hope that's true! There is definitely plenty of science to support the idea that a positive mental attitude has an impact on health outcomes. I think the effectiveness of modern chemotherapy drugs, and the extent to which my particular cancer responds to them, will have a significantly larger impact; and that moreover, it's probably prudent to remember that people with great attitudes die of cancer every day. But I will not turn my nose up at a percentage point or two perhaps coming from the willingness to crack jokes about all the cancer I've got, and how surprised I was to learn that I'd got it.

As I suggested up top, I know that when people say "you have a great attitude," they sometimes genuinely mean that they are pleased to find me in a mental state that might increase my chances of recovering from a deadly disease, but mostly they mean "thanks for not being a huge bummer about your cancer. I appreciate you for not ruining my day about it." And I'm completely okay with that. Like, yeah - I am deliberately sparing you from the burden of having to Take Seriously my life-threatening condition. You're welcome. I, too, would rather avoid this conversation on one of the finite number of Thursdays God has seen fit to grant unto the measure of our lives. What the fuck are you supposed to do about any of this?

(Shout out to my one good work buddy who, on hearing the news, instantly responded with "Oh my god, Geri Hallwell aka Ginger Spice also got breast cancer young! You're like twins!" Thus far he is the only person who has said something in response to the news that actually made an immediate, positive impact.)

So anyway, obviously all I ever say in response to "you have a great attitude" is "Thanks! I'm just focusing on the positives and taking it a day at a time." Because that's true, and moreover, it's all anyone needs to hear.

What I'd like to say - not to them, because there's no point in burdening them any further than the embarrassing reminder of death burdens anyone - but maybe to someone, maybe just to You, maybe that's why I'm writing this -

What I'd like to say is: dogg, you have no idea how subverted my expectations have been lately. How could I not find this funny?

How profoundly alienated from the absurdity of death would I have to be to not laugh about this?

Like - I know this is so stupid, but listen: I could die. No, no - listen - no I know everyone dies - but like - are you listening? Are you actually listening? I could die. I could die. I could die. I could die.

Isn't that so funny? Isn't that actually so funny?

And this - this attitude that I'm in, right now, this one right here, where shaking my head ruefully and marveling at the - maybe belated, but I think probably actually quite premature - realization that oh no, 'everyone dies' means for me too, huh - and laughing at myself for never, apparently, really grasping that until now, and laughing at the incredible statistical unlikelihood my cancer - I've never won anything before! - and laughing at how woefully ill-prepared most people are to respond to news like this, and laughing about how, of everything terrible about cancer, the actual number-two-on-the-list worst thing about it so far is that I can't put on deodorant -

Is this the great attitude you're talking about?

I'm not angry, I'm not resentful, I'm curious, I'm really curious. Do you understand why I'm laughing?

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sassy-cass-16 · 7 months

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man. the locked tomb is so funny and so full of memes and so beautiful and sometimes it just hits me that it's also so fucking sad.

gideon and harrow spent their entire childhoods hating each other for no reason. they never had to hate each other. harrow had gideon's blood on her hands when she opened the tomb and lost her entire family and it was all for no reason. just because gideon had no one to stick up for her. and when they were both orphans they couldn't even talk to each other about it. because they hated each other.

gideon fell so in love with harrow that she died for her and then harrow spent an entire year pretending she didn't exist just so she wouldn't lose her forever. gideon literally tells harrow's story for her and takes such reverent care of her body for the short time she's in it. gideon first saw her own father through harrow's eyes and called him Lord.

and john. and john is terrible. and he is so human that he becomes terrible. he breaks down weeping because no one else in the entire universe will ever understand his jokes again. he lost everything and he is the only one who even remembers the thing that was lost. he is so completely ordinary that you almost feel like you can't blame him for everything he's done but he is terrible. he let his friends die over and over and over again and he wants to wipe everything clean and start over and he is a man who has gone so completely insane from loneliness that he's circled back around to seeming horribly normal.

he greets his daughter with a dad joke and names her as best he can and gives her a title and a body with speed holes that help her go fast. and he's not malicious. and he's not good. you can't even really call him a villain--what the hell else was he supposed to do? in any of these circumstances? but he is trying his best and his best is simply not good enough. the true horror of god is that he is just human.

all the lyctors. all the lyctors are a tragedy in their own rights. augustine and mercymorn are just the two examples that we know the most about, and their own god/father/brother/lover/beloved/teacher killed them both.

(admittedly, mercymorn struck first. admittedly, john was defending himself and his entire empire. admittedly, it was ianthe's choice to save john in the river that killed augustine. less than an hour before that, augustine was apologizing for raising his voice and john told him to have a cigarette and do you see what i mean about it being hard to blame john for anything?)

and the whole concept of the fourth house in general. we don't talk about that enough. that is almost an entire planet's worth of child soldiers, from what little information we have. what does it say about ulysses and titania that they were the ones to found that house? isaac was thirteen. jeannemary was fourteen. they were expected to become full lyctors before isaac's voice had even dropped. there was no way they could make it off canaan house alive. these kids were doomed.

protesilaus ebdoma had a wife and kids. his wife's name is mia and she probably has no idea what actually happened to him. same with abigail's brother and nephew. corona and ianthe's parents must be losing their shit--they think their eldest daughter is dead and their younger one is now a fucking Saint with a gold skeleton arm.

that's not even getting into alecto. or nona. or camilla and palamedes and paul. this series is so fucking sad even without getting into the revelation that all the lyctors are slowly merging with their cavaliers.

#tlt #tlt spoilers #gideon the ninth #the locked tomb #the locked tomb spoilers #john gaius #gtn spoilers #htn spoilers #ntn spoilers #tug spoilers #the unwanted guest #god why does this series require so many tags

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saintmurd0ck · 2 years

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part one : untouchable

series masterlist | main masterlist | part two

pairing: mafia boss!frank castle x f!reader

summary: it's simple: mafia boss frankie castiglione likes to please his girl

warnings: mafia boss frank au, oral (f receiving), voyeurism/exhibitionism if you squint

a/n: i literally just finished watching the many saints of newark and by god jon looked delicious in it, so enjoy this lil inspired drabble / divider edited by me, but credits to @bernthalized for the incredible photo

Frankie Castiglione likes to please his girl.

They say it’s what makes him different among the other mob bosses of New York City’s crime families. He’s the most level-headed – sane, even, and that’s all because of her. He’s untouchable if she’s happy…

And that makes him dangerous.

Your eyes flutter open as your head tips backwards, allowing you a small glimpse of his office. Papers strewn everywhere, picture frames knocked to the side, one of his precious cigars laying right there on the carpet.

All this for you.

It’s always for you.

It makes you a little giddy, thinking about how your skirt’s bunched around your hips and New York City’s most formidable crime boss kneeling between your legs. You’ve become familiar with the sensation of his hardwood desk, pressed to your back, and it almost feels like the once-sharp edges have been rubbed smooth, just from the way you’re always finding them for balance.

A dark silhouette on the other side of the door’s frosted glass panel catches your eye. It must be Lieberman, Frankie’s consigliere, standing guard. All Frankie needed was to shoot him a nod, usher you in with a beckoning finger, and suddenly everyone in the house had somewhere to be. Only Lieberman ever stayed, and that was that.

“Not so eager f’me today, sweetheart? What’s on your mind?”

You crane your neck forward to look at him grinning between your thighs, nose and mouth glistening with the sheen of your arousal. He slides his hands out from under your skirt, only to drag the tips of his fingers along your skin, along where he knows you’re most sensitive.

Your body goes taut as he pulls a breathy moan from your lips. “N-no, Frankie. Just… just keep doin’ that, will you? I need you.”

If Lieberman can hear what you’re doing, as if he doesn’t already know and as if you ever bother keeping quiet, he doesn’t show. He doesn’t move a muscle.

Frankie licks his fingers first, and then his lips. His face goes calm. Focused.

You’ll never hear him say these words to anyone else, but for you, it’s without a second thought. “Anything for you, darlin’.”

#frank castle #the punisher #frank castle smut #frank castle x reader #the punisher x reader #the punisher smut #rhi writes 💻#x reader

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My wife and I have been talking about cancelling Netflix because of all the issues with one of their recent movies. We are doing our homework to be well informed about our decision but I ran across this very timely story which seems to put it in a very sobering perspective!

Some years ago when I was a pastor, I walked into my church office after a Sunday morning service to find a little brown bag on my desk containing three chocolate brownies. Some thoughtful and anonymous saint who knew my love for chocolate had placed them there, along with a piece of paper that had a short story written on it. I immediately sat down and began eating the first brownie as I read the following story:

Two teenagers asked their father if they could go to the theater to watch a movie that all their friends had seen. After reading some reviews about the movie on the internet, he denied their request.

“Aw dad, why not?” they complained. “It’s rated PG-13, and we’re both older than thirteen!”

Dad replied: “Because that movie contains nudity and portrays immorality—which is something that God hates—as being normal and acceptable behavior.”

“But dad, those are just very small parts of the movie! That’s what our friends who’ve seen it have told us. The movie is two hours long and those scenes are just a few minutes of the total film! It’s based on a true story, and good triumphs over evil, and there are other redeeming themes like courage and self-sacrifice. Even the Christian movie review websites say that!”

“My answer is ‘no,’ and that is my final answer. You are welcome to stay home tonight, invite some of your friends over, and watch one of the good videos we have in our home collection. But you will not go and watch that film. End of discussion.”

The two teenagers walked dejectedly into the family room and slumped down on the couch. As they sulked, they were surprised to hear the sounds of their father preparing something in the kitchen. They soon recognized the wonderful aroma of brownies baking in the oven, and one of the teenagers said to the other, “Dad must be feeling guilty, and now he’s going to try to make it up to us with some fresh brownies. Maybe we can soften him with lots of praise when he brings them out to us and persuade him to let us go to that movie after all.”

About that time I began eating the second brownie from the little brown bag and wondered if there was some connection to the brownies I was eating and the brownies in the story. I kept reading…

The teens were not disappointed. Soon their father appeared with a plate of warm brownies which he offered to his kids. They each took one. Then their father said, “Before you eat, I want to tell you something: I love you both so very much.”

The teenagers smiled at each other with knowing glances. Dad was softening.

“That is why I’ve made these brownies with the very best ingredients. I’ve made them from scratch. Most of the ingredients are even organic. The best organic flour. The best free-range eggs. The best organic sugar. Premium vanilla and chocolate.”

The brownies looked mouth-watering, and the teens began to become a little impatient with their dad’s long speech.

“But I want to be perfectly honest with you. There is one ingredient I added that is not usually found in brownies. I got that ingredient from our own back yard. But you needn’t worry, because I only added the tiniest bit of that ingredient to your brownies. The amount of the portion is practically insignificant. So go ahead, take a bite and let me know what you think.”

“Dad, would you mind telling us what that mystery ingredient is before we eat?”

“Why? The portion I added was so small. Just a teaspoonful. You won’t even taste it.”

“Come on, dad, just tell us what that ingredient is.”

“Don’t worry! It’s organic, just like the other ingredients.”

“Dad!”

“Well, OK, if you insist. That secret ingredient is organic…dog poop.”

I immediately stopped chewing that second brownie and I spit it out into the waste basket by my desk. I continued reading, now fearful of the paragraphs that still remained.

Both teens instantly dropped their brownies back on the plate and began inspecting their fingers with horror.

“DAD! Why did you do that? You’ve tortured us by making us smell those brownies cooking for the last half hour, and now you tell us that you added dog poop! We can’t eat these brownies!”

“Why not? The amount of dog poop is very small compared to the rest of the ingredients. It won’t hurt you. It’s been cooked right along with the other ingredients. You won’t even taste it. It has the same consistency as the brownies. Go ahead and eat!”

“No, Dad…NEVER!”

“And that is the same reason I won’t allow you to go watch that movie. You won’t tolerate a little dog poop in your brownies, so why should you tolerate a little immorality in your movies? We pray that God will not lead us unto temptation, so how can we in good conscience entertain ourselves with something that will imprint a sinful image in our minds that will lead us into temptation long after we first see it?”

I discarded what remained of the second brownie as well as the entire untouched third brownie. What had been irresistible a minute ago had become detestable. And only because of the very slim chance that what I was eating was slightly polluted. (Surely it wasn’t…but I couldn’t convince myself.)

What a good lesson about purity! Why do we tolerate any sin? On the day of the Passover, the Israelites were commanded to remove every bit of leaven from their homes. Sin is like leaven—a little bit leavens the whole lump (1 Cor. 5:6). Jesus, “our Passover” (1 Cor. 5:7), and sin, don’t mix.

Help us, Lord, to “cleanse ourselves from all defilement of flesh and spirit, perfecting holiness in the fear of God” (2 Cor. 7:1).

Hate evil, you who love the Lord (Ps. 97:10)

This was shared by a gentleman named Randy Hicks.

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RIGHT away, this is devastating. The vain determination to hold on to something in "I know there is sunrise because I am a sailor," - oof. Also, the fact that the fog is so thick he can't see the sunrise at all is awful.

Then, when he says "I dared not go below, I dared not leave the helm," all his uncertainty and just how lost and afraid he is truly comes out. I love how soft his voice gets.

"so here all night I stayed, and in" he's so good at using this little half chuckle to make me very distressed for him. Here he's laughing at himself once again, what a fool he was for not understanding, once again he was a fool to have any hope that he would be alone now and no more deaths would follow...

"in the dimness of the night I... saw... Him." CHILLS. soooooo creepy, sooooo well done.

The way he says "no man can object" just hits so hard, it feels somehow like an apology to the mate in a way even more than the line saying he was right did.

"But I am captain, and I must not leave my ship." ABSOLUTE BANGER OF A LINE. GOD. I knew it would be, but. Oh my god. He's choking up, how he almost fades away on captain, how his voice shakes somewhere between helpless laughter or tears but helpless either way. I love the long shaky breath before this line, building up his resolve. And then how he just sits with it for a couple seconds afterward, quiet, as the music grows stronger (I love the music)

And he comes back determined. He can do so little, but he will do it. He will baffle this monster in whatever way he can, he will protect his own soul though he couldn't protect any others, and he will keep his honor as well. He won't let this monster take what little he has left.

(I think part of the next line is missing, since it goes right to "-ight is coming on")

His determination holds strong, but his final lines show that this isn't a dramatic last stand, full of heroic vim and vigor. It's a long, aching, terrifying standoff, trapped alone with a monster who has killed everyone else, who has taken away the very sun, alone with only the God that the Captain already feared had abandoned him as any sort of comfort at all. He's scared and worn and he doesn't have any real hope left but he will cling to his role as captain, when nothing else is left. Dracula's laugh coming right after "God and the Blessed Virgin and the saints" and then echoing over "help a poor ignorant soul trying to do his duty...." makes it all even worse, because even as they are invoked the Count laughs about it, seemingly proves that they aren't here, they can't stop him. No one is going to help this poor, ignorant soul; and Dracula finds the idea of him trying to still do his duty hilarious.

(For now at least. If the Captain's theory on "what he may not touch" is correct then I'm sure that will annoy Dracula plenty when it stops him getting to the helm/his last victim.)

SEA SHANTY!!!!!!!! I knew it would come but!!!! So exciting. And the lyrics are so morbid. Here's a trick to catch a ___. Adding in the soft waves in the background, the way the "oo-ooh" gets more uneasy as it goes along, how they get less unified, how they start to fade away, individual voices become more distinct. And that ending is so good.

DRACULA SINGING AT THE END OMG, I HATE YOU SO MUCH SIRRRR (delighted)

#dracula daily #re: dracula #captain of the demeter

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hey baby! can you write something where Elvis, pressured by the colonel, breaks up with reader, who, years later, becomes a successful actress, and after she becomes someone "important", the colonel no longer tries to stop his boy from get back to her, but now reader thinks he's just trying to take advantage of her and her fame, like all the other mans she mets during her carreer?

i love you, and im sorry. part 1

PAIRINGS. elvis x reader

SUMMARY. you notice elvis acting strange on your date, little did you know the worst you could’ve thought, came …

WARNINGS. angst …

AUTHORS NOTE. hi sorry for the wait school has been stressful lately but here it is!

part 2

“We will both have to make sacrifices.” The colonel says to Elvis. Elvis heart drops immediately. He knows where this would be going. “We will need a record label with national distribution.” He continues.

Elvis’s eyes widen. “RCA?” He questions. “RCA.” The colonel confirms.

Elvis’s mind is spinning. The opportunities the colonel would give him. It’s impossible for him to pass up…but then again.

“Saint Phillips discovered me.” Elvis says furrowing his brows.

“I know, but we have a way to help Sam understand that it would be foolish of him to hold you back. Every man has his price.” The colonel explains. All he sees in his head is helping and supporting his family. “It’s just business. Show business.” The colonel smiles at him. “To achieve truly great things, one must make truly great sacrifices.”

He saw this coming. He knows.

“You will have to be free of any entanglements. You see my boy, show business is snow business. And the fans need to believe that you are always avaliable.”

There it was. What he knew he would hear.

“You mean like…” Elvis slowly starts to ask the colonel. He didnt want to end things with you. He loves you. He’s never loved anyone like he loves you.

“You have to end things with y/n. It will hurt her but she will realize you are doing this for yourself. She would be completely inconsiderate if she held you back.” The colonel justifies. All Elvis sees is you and him, in his car, you both crying because of the unfortunate mess he would have to create.

“I love her colonel. I…I can’t.” Elvis was already heartbroken, because even though he did love you so very much, he had to do this to support his family. He just hoped you both stayed in each other’s lives.

“My boy…like I said. Sacrifices have to be made.”

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

You were dolling yourself up because Elvis had asked if you could hang out later tonight. It was nearly 7 and Elvis was about to be here to pick you up. You pampered yourself making sure you smelled beautifully as well as felt beautiful.

You haven’t seen Elvis in a while. About a week to be precise. You always got nervous before you had dates, so inherently your hands were trembling and sweating in nervousness.

“Honey, Elvis is here.” Your mother advises you through your bedroom door. You touched up your lipstick and sprayed your hair with a bit of hairspray before grabbing your purse and walking out towards the front door.

“Be back by 12 y/n/n.” Your father had yelled from the dining table.

“I will Pa!” You answered him as your mother kissed your cheek.

“Have fun sweet girl.” She says bye as you walk out the front door to see Elvis waiting for you on your porch.

‘Hi.” You greeted him with a light kiss on his lips. His heart fluttered at that small touch. God, this was going to be hard.

‘H-hey mama.” His aura seemed off. You felt something in the atmosphere that was making things between you off.

“What’s wrong?” You asked concerned and he shook his head.

“Nun’, can we…take a ride?” He asks you and you nod taking his hand in yours. His hand was sweating and trembling too. As if he was afraid your touch would cause him to disappear.

You brushed the uneasiness off and let him walk you to his car. He opened the door and waited for you to get in. Afterwards he closed it walking to the drivers side getting in and starting the ignition.

He drove off and drove you both for about twenty minutes until he settled and parked on a hilltop.

This was bizarre. You felt it. Something was off and you were frightened of what it was.

“Elvis?” You spoke up after the quick silence.

“Y/n, I need to speak to you about something.” He spoke up, his face looking nervous. You had the impulse to brush his untamed hair back.

“What’s wrong? What is it?” Your forehead creased with the worry you had. Whatever he was about to say was not going to be good.

“We…we can’t be together anymore.” He hurriedly said scanning your face for your reaction.

You eyebrows drew together. He couldn’t be serious. What did he mean? Why? Your heart was racing as if it was running away from your body trying to escape. What Elvis just said wasn’t clicking.

“What do you mean Elvis?” You asked. Your fingers finding their way towards your bracelet Elvis had given you. Your first gift you’ve ever received from Elvis.

“The colonel said, for me to do great in my career…it’d be best if I didn’t have a girl.” He explained to you.

You felt tears prickle your eyes. The colonel? You know this would’ve been something to consider but you never realized it could become reality.

Elvis was breaking up with you? Elvis was leaving you.

“A-and you…you’re going to agree with him?” You couldn’t help but ask as your eyesight was being flooded with your tears.

“Y/n…” His voice cracked. “It’s what he said I need to do. For my family and my career. The fans…they need to think I am available.”

“But do you want this Elvis. I ain’t askin’ about the colonel.” You sniffled.

“Of course not! I would never! But I want to be able to support my family. To give my mama everything she deserves! Try to understand that.” Elvis exemplifies.

“I do…” You cry. You dont want to be thoughtless. You understand where he is coming from. But you can't help and be mad at him. “D-do you love me?” Tears streaming down both your faces you question.

“I do. Of course I love you mama, but I have to do this.” He weeps and takes your hand in his.

Your eyes shut as tears are poring out of them. Your nose is running as your head bowed and your shoulders shook as you cried.

His left hand holding yours as his right hand made its way to your head moving your hair to the side.

“B-baby..” His voice shook. He loathed doing this to you. He hated seeing you cry. He wish he could erase himself from your memory so you forgot about the pain he caused you.

You shook your head and tried wiping your tears away.

“We can still see each other but…I'm sorry I can't be with you.” He tried to come up with a solution.

There was no way you could see him without being hurt, without wanting to be with him, without him being yours.

You tried to catch your breath. You took a deep breath and tried wiping your tears without smudging off your blush.

As soon as you calmed down you spoke up.

“I can’t see you.” You told him. “It would hurt too much.”

That’s when his heart shattered. This is what he was most fearful of. Losing you.

His lip started quivering so he turned his head to look outwards towards his window.

It’s not her fault.

“I’m sorry.” Is all Elvis said.

Moments passed. You both still holding each other’s hands not wanting to let each other go.

Both your minds wandering elsewhere. Imagining the different scenarios in which you both wouldn’t have each other in your lives.

After about 20 minutes you felt your eyes droop. You were tired, hungry, and heartbroken. You just needed to go home. You cant handle this right now.

“Take me home, please.” You spoke up. His hand reacted to your request. He squeezed your hand lightly. He didnt want to let it go.

As soon as he turned his car off and pulled out of his parking space and put it back in drive, his hand went directly back to holding yours which made your heart break even more.

The ride to your house was quiet. Sadness and despair filling the air. You stared into space just thinking about how life would be from now on.

You came back to reality as you recognized the familiar houses of your nieghborhood.

He put his car in park quickly getting out and running to your side of the car pulling the door open for you to get out.

You got out grabbing your purse and walked rather quickly to your front door.

“Y/n” Elvis stopped you. You turned around slowly to see his eyes red and swollen. His cheeks flushed, hair still untamed, wet cheeks. He still looked beautiful.

He walked up to you and grabbed your face and pulling it towards his connecting both your lips.

You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. He held you close and moved his lips against yours. Your hands found their way towards the back of his neck and wanted to pull him impossibly closer.

He slowed down and pulled away before giving you three last pecks.

I love you.

“I just needed to do that, one last time.” He whispered up against your lips.

Your felt your eyes sting.

One last time.

He pulled you into an embrace and buried his head into your neck smelling your beautiful floral scent.

“Goodbye y/n.”

He pulled away and you looked at him up close for one last time.

“Goodbye Elvis.” You said as he’s walking back towards his car.

AUTHORS NOTE. i hope you enjoyed this! thank you so much for this request! i decided to make this into other parts so that you could pause and you weren’t reading forever! the next part will be posted soon! requests are still open!!

#elvis x reader #elvis imagine #elvis film #elvis presley smut #elvis fans #elvis smut #elvis presley #elvis music #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #austin butler fanfic #austin butler #elvis 2022

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tired-reader-writer · 6 months

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@ship-of-skitties Ask and ye shall receive.

More thoughts swirling in my head regarding my OC Horaia and the AU she's written into.

I realized that the draft was getting inordinately long as I'm in the process of typing this damn thing (it's been more than half an hour of nonstop typing as of the moment I'm retroactively acting this paragraph and readmore in the draft, send help) so I'll put the rest under the cut:

I have talked before of how Horaia had been more yearning than person her whole entire life (until she got her memories back in full that is, and even then it's not as though the longing disappeared entirely it just... settled. more on that elaborated here), right? It's a huge component of her character concept. That emptiness. That disconnect from the rest of the world. The amorphous ineffable sort of want. The hollow in her heart. The sheer loneliness from the secure sort of knowledge that nobody in this world can understand her fully.

“God occupies me as a shapeless hunger.”

And y'know what said hunger/longing/yearning/want/loneliness reminded me of?

The God of Darkness.

His story is basically that he'd been alone for so long, aching for companionship that'd break this loneliness, until he met the Goddess of Light and had a bunch of kids with her, and even though I don't think this was stated explicitly I have to wonder if his desire to see more life be brought forth from Ewigeliebe and Geduldh's union was in part fuelled by the memory of said loneliness. Anything to lift it. Anything to expel it. It's not enough, never enough, he must simply try to make the world less empty just so maybe the silent void won't drive him to despair.

An all-consuming sort of want, if you will.

Just like a black hole.

It's also said that the reason Royal Academy students gotta wear predominantly black clothes is a reference to the God of Darkness, represents and symbolizes the desire to consume any and all knowledge like darkness itself— though I can't seem to find a direct reference of this on the English wiki. I saw it in the light novels, I swear I fucking saw it.

Anyways, kid Horaia. She hears about the story of the gods and latches real hard on the God of Darkness's story in particular because the shaking crying little animal part of her psyche (the one constantly clawing at the back of her throat, desperate to scream out loud, the manifestation of this nameless grief for things she won't ever get back) relates to him. The darkness, the all-consuming, the black hole— a gravitational phenomenon so strong it devours everything and lets nothing escape its grasp.

So at night, she prays.

Or more like desperately pleads to the God of Darkness for answers, girl's not doing okay.

She asks:

What do you do with this hunger? What do you do with this desire? This emptiness, the hollow in your heart?

She asks:

What do you do with this desolation? What do you do with this loneliness, this grief of solitude?

And there is no answer but the silence from the dark of the room but she thinks she feels the weight of a gaze, a heaviness in the air, almost solid enough to cut through.

Maybe.

Some of you who has read one of the two drabbles I put forth may remember Myne's mulling on the subject of monsters, how Horaia had labelled herself one with something like pride.

Monere to monstrum to monster.

To admonish, to warn, to advise.

Portent, sign, divine omen.

Monster, monster, monster.

Aka girl keeps receiving warnings and visions in her dreams a la Hildegard von Bingen and becomes an omen in of itself because well what else is she gonna become? Carrier of divine will, one who communicates the gods' desires to the earth. Like Myne (Enheduanna) the Saint who carries the will of mortals to the divine in order to retrieve blessings and protections from them Horaia is almost a Prophet by the gods' design.

Schlaftraum is her patron deity for reasons I've stated before (though I'd be more than willing to say them again if y'all so wish) but the God of Darkness is also among those she honors the most.

On that note it does trip me up that Schlaftraum is Ewigeliebe's subordinate and not the God of Darkness's, like, the dream/sleep thing is already close enough to the divine domain of night, I always have to do a double take whenever I remember that the God of Dreams isn't a subordinate of the God of Darkness whose cloak symbolizes the night sky but oh well. It's fine. It's fucking fine. Don't think too much about it, argh!

Where was I going with this? Oh, yeah, Horaia's intimate bond with the divine, with the God of Darkness in particular.

Maybe she encounters the shrines on the Academy grounds. Maybe the first shrine she finds is of the Dark God.

Maybe it's the only shrine she frequents to pray to, because he's the only deity among the Seven that she really feels a solid connection to until she's pushed to do otherwise. Maybe. The details still aren't ironed out, I'm just chucking pasta at the wall to see what sticks for now.

Either way though, let me jump onto a tangent regarding her Gender Identity Shenanigans™ and how that intertwines with her affinity to the God of Darkness: y'know how the husbands are often compared to the Dark God and their (first) wives the Light Goddess?

Yeahhhh no. The labels got flipped with Horaia and Ferdinand. Because of course they did. I will not elaborate for now bc my brain is starting to fry with all this typing when will I be free aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Myne is also dragged into this bullshit dynamic bc of course, she's most affiliated with Mestionora and while adoptive daughter isn't quite the same a one and only grandchild it could plausibly be stretched as similar, ey?

Myne-as-Mestionora may or may not guide Horaia-as-God-of-Darkness to the Wisdom to take over Yurgenschmidt—

Like I said. Still stamping details out. I originally hadn't planned for Horaia to potentially become Zent? But ah well let's just roll with it I'm not in control of the damn AU anymore.

My thoughts are becoming jumbled and I couldn't really find a way to incorporate this seamlessly so here it is as a bonus:

Horaia pleading, I cannot bear this world a moment longer.

And the God of Darkness replying, Then, child, make another.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

On that note, the God of Darkness and Goddess of Light are said to be the “progenitor of all gods” but the only deities acknowledged to be theirs are the four seasonal deities sooooo what's up with that, but it isn't quite relevant to our discussion so I'll set my theological confusion aside for now.

#ascendance of a bookworm #honzuki no gekokujou #liminal au #Horaia (OC)#god of darkness #somebody send help my brain is melting #someone out there had better enjoy this post I poured in sweat blood and tears into this #I've been sick #so yeah #liminal: the unstraying

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so basically in my oc story it’s 2412 and everyone on earth lives on the planet exodus now due to a biological warfare accident which continues to affect people centuries later in the form of Fosse syndrome. the world has like a really weird version of communism where withering of the state doesn’t occur and religions and national differences and therefore the social constructs of race persist i’m sorry this is so bad you need context for this like it involves a hawaiian communist terrorist named kauhane becoming a saint in what later becomes neo-catholicism because a bunch of radicalized christian americans believed he could see into the future (he actually could) and he was like chosen by god and the communist terrorist also believed this and it made the politics all weird as a consequence. and then other stuff like the fosse gas affecting the state of politics. still working on the politics but that’s basically a theme of like oh everyone’s on a different planet are nations arbitrary ?? is anyone really anything anymore? and people like want to know where they “really” come from etc. and stuff and that’s a theme

so the plot is that a neo-catholic novice in the year 2412 named bianca must use her future-seeing abilities to stop a swedish ethnonationalist from creating a new hybrid species of super-swedes and the swedish guy in question is using these immortal worms that go in your brain and give you the ability to regrow limbs and stuff that are actually Adam, Eve, and Cain which would also take a while to explain lol but his name is stefan and he’s like wow sweden sucks now we used to be so great and he had a meltdown about ikea no longer existing once canonically and he becomes obsessed with Old World notions of racism and basically there are barely any ethnic swedes left due to a bunch of reasons involving eugenics in the past (they wanted to get rid of fosse syndrome in ethnic swedes) and so there are like barely any ethnic swedes and he wants to use the worms and yeah the worms can do stuff like “build themselves in the womb” and then it opens questions about like what the ideal human would actually look like if the fetus had the ability to create itself while in utero etc and things like that so whatever. he has a son with fosse syndrome that makes him have schizophrenic that cannot be medicated bc being fosse makes you resistant to a bunch of modern medicine. and the son has the adam worm while stefan has the cain worm and the son who is named alex btw is like i don’t wanna make a super race please let me kill myself instead but he’s being controlled by stefan and the worms. and then there’s that whole thing👍and there are other mutations regarding fosse syndrome and there’s like “epicentre nations” and other stuff and eugenics plot lines and things that will also take a while to explain. and the son and stefan are the remaining descendants of the long defunct swedish royal family.

also if the hybrid species super swede is born it will destroy the reality due to it breaking the law of evolution and i will explain that in the story also the virgin mary exists and like there’s that whole thing too and god exists but he left the universe and there’s the “purpose paradox” going on with god and stuff and yeah

and yeah there are a bunch of characters and there are 5 “main” protags: bianca, jacquie, enji (he has the eve worm and there’s backstory for that), sloane, and yousef and the plot is complicated and i’m not done but i want to keep going with it so idk. oh also settler colonial states don’t exist anymore there’s a country called the union of new world republics and it’s connected to the weird saint terrorist guy but like that guy was involved with their movement while also kind of being weird on the side but he was helpful to them despite being a massive catholic because his future vision constantly saved their asses from assassination and their views like clashed with his

#🐟

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zeherili-ankhein · 2 months

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My Opinion on certain dead wizards Part – 1

Regulus Black:

Was he a complete saint?

No. He was from a blood supremacist household and had same believes as them for most of his life. He idolized Voldemort and and joined the death eaters, which I think was on his own choice. But he did change his views later on his life and atleast tried to stop Voldemort.

Died in a cave alone drinking potion that shows you your worst trauma and making you feel guilty and then being dragged by dead brainless creatures into a lake. One of the worst ways to die imo.

But was he a complete douchbag?

Now here we have to keep in mind how a person's family background and views can shape that person's own thought process.

It is clearly obvious his parents had fed him all the muggleborn hate things since he was a baby, even more since Sirius turned out to be a rebel. So ofcourse it must have had a huge impact on him.

Clearly he grew up to become the perfect pureblooded son his family had taught/wanted him to be, and to a certain point he even agreed with his family.

Did he deserve redemption?

Yes. Even though he had practically been a Voldy fanboy since forever because of all the above factors, in the one year he spend being a death eaters he had s change of heart. Most probably witnessing all the horrible inhuman shits they actually did.

Something to be noticed – It is canon the process of creating an horcrux is so disgusting the editor vomitted.

Regulus had found out about the horcrux and must have done enough research to know how they are made. So he atleast had his own morals of what is wrong and what is right. He was a Slytherin, and Slytherins are known for following their own rules.

So he did what he could have done at that time and sacrificed himself. Would he have lived should he have been given a second chance? Yes.

(Here I am doing a little comparison with Snape)

His realisation came a lot earlier than it did to Snape. Whose only motivation to be in the light side was because he felt guilty for Lily's death.

But Regulus left the dark side on his own and not because of someone or something. Sure Kreacher was there, but Kreacher had already returned safely and there is no canon proof he did all this just because of his house elf.

I think he deserved redemption more that Snape.

Do I like the fanon version of him?

Debatable. Some of the versions of him in fanon makes sense and I have no problem with them. But some are straight annoying.

Portraying him as a helpless boy who was forced by his family into all the bad things he did or a edgy ray of light boy just takes away the entire point of his redemption.

He will only deserve redemption when he have already spent some of his years being a shitbag.

Regulus x James?

Ohh God!! NO PLEASE NO! I can go on for ages about why don't like them together.

Like if you ship this stay 5 km away from me.

It's just not in his ( or neither James') character to fall for each other.

What makes you think an initially arrogant so called 'blood traitor' Griffindor who had no problems with werewolves or muggleborns will love a initial blood supremacist who believed in Voldemort's views? And vice-versa. That also in their teenage years, the prime time of showing both of their different values.

It's just so annoying.

His relationship with Sirius?

I think they used to be quite close when they were kids but for sure had lots of arguments because of all the Sirius being a Gridfindor rebel thing and him believing his family values.

Might have atleast felt a little bad when Sirius left home and they deserved a chance to reconcile.

Do I love him?

Yes. He had so much potential to be a complex redeemable character if he was written about more. He was grey and that's what makes him great. Atleast in my eyes.

He is one of my favourite characters.

Do I have any headcannons about him?

Ummm quite a few, like

I like the idea of him and Pandora being friends but I also think Pandora was a bit older that him like by two or three years and was in Ravenclaw. So it's interesting how I see him befriending an older Ravenclaw student.

I like to believe both him and Sirius had inherited their looks from their mother, thus making both of them look a lot similar.

He very often got lost in thoughts and would constantly need to be pulled back, because his head was kind of a mess.

There are more but they are minor ones and irrelevant to this post.

Whom do I fancast him as?

On this one I completely agree with the fandom.

It's Timothee Chalamet as R.A.B for me

#regulus black #sirius black #james potter #anti jegulus #anti snape #regulus is to afraid to do the right thing #he deserves redemption #slytherins #anti severus snape

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Merry Christmas @mudefrau!

The evening sun gilds the trees and hanging moss and reflection off the water into something precious, the chorus of the wetland-bugs rises like a welcome, and Nessarose is distraught, because Elphaba is leaving.

She must not show it, of course. She sits on the end of Elphaba’s bed, watching owl-faced as her elder sister packs up what little she owns.

“What do you think, Nessa, the red or the brown?” Elphaba is holding up a pair of traveling dresses, the only two she owns that are physically suitable for the rigors of the journey.

“The red clashes horribly, you know this.”

“You’re right, first impressions are so vital to the life of any girl newly blossomed into adulthood. Finding a way to stand out is of paramount importance,” she says as she folds up and packs away the brown dress, setting aside the red one to wear tomorrow.

Nessarose scoffs in nominal disgust, for the sake of appearances, but lacking any teeth. “A noteworthy first impression is important, yes, but not so important that it’s worth making the faithful think they need to perform an exorcism on you.”

“Assuming any remain.”

“Shiz is a Unionist university, correct?”

“It was, originally, but it’s become rather secular, even the pleasure faith has been rumored to grow amongst the student body.”

“Well, perhaps the faculty will be more sensible. Are they not renowned for their wisdom and experience? Is that not why they were chosen to shepherd young, impressionable minds towards a gracious adulthood?”

“One would hope.”

Elphaba had stopped, staring at nothing with a shadow in her eyes. Nessa tries to not wish for arms very often, her condition must after all be crucial to the Unnamed God’s plan for her, but she thinks it must not be blasphemous to wish she could put a comforting hand on her sister’s shoulder.

She settles for words. “Well, even if the contents have rotted, the structure might yet be sound, no?”

“It’s the library I’m most interested in, actually,” Elphaba says, avoiding the question, “Since Shiz was an old Unionist school, they’ve got one of the largest repositories of very old Unionist texts. I’m interested in comparing the origins of the religion to its modern state, and seeing if I can trace back how it got here.”

And there it is. Nessa knows Elphaba must be only posturing when she throws her supposed atheism into their father’s face; after all, who but the truly devout would put so much effort into understanding the growth of this religion, to learn which supposed “traditions” are in truth harmful later additions that must be scraped away?

Even if Elphaba claims to reject the faith, should she devote herself to it beyond university, why, she might be the greatest thing to happen to Unionism since the Saints of old. Truly living up to her name.

“That sounds wonderful. You’ll keep me up-to-date with your findings, won’t you?”

Elphaba’s expression softens into the warm face reserved exclusively for Nessa. “Of course,” she says, with a gentle yet toothy smile that displays her unusually sharp canines.

Her teeth, her skin, her aversion to water, her sandpaper personality, all of these things make others think Elphaba some demon of prophecy, a human-shaped incarnation of a draconic herald of the apocalypse.

But here is the truth: Elphaba is tame for Nessa. Elphaba is gentle for Nessa. Nessa is certain that the Unnamed God gave them to each other for a reason: the dragon that would have raged across field and city has instead become the guardian of a holy woman. Or something along those lines. Whether Elphaba truly has faith does not matter, because her love for Nessa is the most real thing in the world.

In the most locked-down, guarded space in her heart, she thinks Elphaba’s love is more real, even, than Father’s love for her.

And Elphaba is leaving.

“But do you have to go now? Couldn’t you wait a couple years and go with me, when the time comes?”

Elphaba sighs, deep and heavier than her lungs should allow. “Nessa, if I stay in this house much longer, I fear I will no longer be able to restrain myself, and might one day tear Father’s throat out.” She is outgrowing them, the house too small to stretch her wings.

“You won’t hurt him if I’m there.”

“But you can’t be with me every moment of the day,�� I wish I could, “And besides, every day I spend here is another day I risk slipping on a wayward patch of lichen and falling into the water, and then there would be nothing to threaten Father at all.”

“We could go back to Colwen Grounds together.”

“Without Father? You know he loved Turtle Heart too much to abandon this cause.”

“Well, Nanny would be happy at least.”

“You are not wrong.” Her smile fades. “But Nessa, I have to go. I can’t— can’t stay still any longer.”

Nessa sighs. “Alright.” She worries, privately, about what Elphaba will become without her. “But we will write frequently, yes?”

“Of course.” And in that secluded spot in her heart, Nessa worries about what she will become without Elphaba.

Worries that Elphaba’s true gentleness and affection might no longer be reserved for her. That Elphaba might find someone who can give her something Nessarose couldn’t, and decide that this other person is more important.

That she might be a part of what Elphaba is outgrowing.

Not that she allows herself to articulate this thought into words, even in her own mind.

Elphaba stands up straight, then, and turns around to rummage through her things.

“Listen, Nessa— about Turtle Heart.”

“Yes,” she says shortly. That frayed knot at the beginning of her existence—something that should have been a shame on her father, perhaps, but which Father had instead turned into the fuel for his holy mission.

“When he first came to our parents, he made something for me.” She pulls out a glass disc, at first appearing to be a pale green, but displaying a subtle iridescence as it turns in the light. “I want you to have it. Something of him.”

Nessa frowns. “Would he have approved of me getting something like this?”

“Oh, Nessa, he would have adored you.” Elphaba places the disc in the satchel Nessa has strung around her shoulders.

Then, Nessa pitches forward into Elphaba’s embrace. They are both silent.

The moment is broken by Nanny barging into the room. “Do you two have any idea what time it is? Nessa must come to bed, now, it gets dark so late this time of year, we wouldn’t want to deprive her of her sleep, now would we?”

Nessa stands up to leave, then turns back with a questioning look.

“I’ll probably be gone by the time you wake up,” says Elphaba, “But I will write, of course.”

Of course.

“Farewell, then,” Nessa says, and leaves.

She ends up placing the disc on her nightstand, unsure of what else to do with it.Father has said that Turtle Heart taught him to make this sort of thing. So she doesn’t feel too bad a few days later when she bumps up against the desk and watches, helpless to reach out and catch it, as the disc falls and shatters against the floor.

#mudefrau #gifts'23 #wickedsanta23

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