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creekdontrise · 1 year
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Recently finished Between Two Fires and oh man what a read!! Flawless medieval horror, and at times, poignantly beautiful. Definitely recommend!
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jasontoddssuper · 6 months
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See how easy it is to a sad white boy villain who's willing to hurt kids without being a ped0phile or having your writers chicken out by making you 'a good person all along🥺' at the end,Castellan
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nonuggetshere · 2 months
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GOD I HAD AN IDEA AS I WAS FALLING ASLEEP TODAY
About FaaF naturally
A sad one, TW fir near child death and harm
Involves Xero's attempt at an assassination, or it could be literally just any guard controlled by the Radiance
PK and WL need to talk about something private, and WL looks at the tiny vessel tagging along by her wyrm's side
"Should it be here?"
"It wouldn't understand anything anyway."
"Still, it's...a little..."
He sighs lightly, "Yeah, I get where you're coming from... Vessel, come here."
He kneels down and orders them to sit by the door and wait for them while they talk, says he'll come pick them up once they're done and not to move, then the two go to talk on the balcony and close the door behind them
At some point, Xero/the guard bursts in and attacks PK in the middle of the conversation, managing to take them by surprise and so gets one good swing in before PK darts away and retaliates, pinning them down with soul blades, though he has to keep his wife from killing them on the spot - he doesn't want to be so hasty, knowing they're infected and not themself. He pulls out the sword from his chest and that's when they realise, it's covered in void...
Child harm/near death TW beyond this point
After a moment of shock White Lady, who's closest to the doors, runs out and all her husband can hear is a horrified, heartbroken scream. He feels nauseous, his stomach twisting into knots and feeling like his heart is in his throat as he runs out after her. He sees her in tears, cradling a tiny bundle soaked in void. There's- there's so much void. It covers the floor where he left their child vessel and soaks through his lady's shawl and clothes as she cradles them in her arms.
For a moment he's paralysed, before he just snaps. He flies back onto the balcony, screaming at the possessed guard that he'll kill her, he'll make her pay for this, and he slays them in his rage (something he'll regret and feel ashamed of later), still hitting and screaming at Her well after the possessed person is dead and she can't hear him anymore.
He collapses, panting, near tears, and just gets himself up and stumbles out the door and towards the two, he wants to see how bad it is for himself.
Flower survives, but just barely. They had multiple stab wounds and lost their left arm, if not for their parents immediately healing them they'd be dead. They're barely older than 5, still so very little and defenceless, PK is horrified at how could anyone hurt a baby this young and helpless (hypocrite), even if they're not alive.
They're still on bed rest because that was so much damage and their mother doesn't leave their side and their father only leaves when necessary. They still don't realise Flower's alive and they know they shouldn't be so attached but it still feels like their baby and they can't just leave them. WL spends the entire day by their side, gently stroking their hair and horns with her now permanently void stained hands and softly coos and sings to them
Of course, they quickly realise they ARE alive because no way in hell a toddler is getting this hurt and NOT crying and screaming the second they wake up <3
Which just makes this situation so much worse
#thylacines can talk#faaf au#mentions of child harm and near death in tags too btw#so dont read further if its something youre sensitive to or cant handle rn#i like to write him as more sympathetic in faaf but i cant state enough what a gigantic hypocrite he is#pk: How can you hurt a child?! they're FIVE!#child harm cw#radi: ...dude.#dont make your kid a child soldier but also you cant 'all fair's in war' your way out of stabbing a toddler radi#unrelated tangent but they both suck and god i need to focus some more on FaaF Radi. Ik this AU at times feels like sympathetic PK and evil#villain Radi AU but it's really not. They're both morally grey and while Radi is a bit more. questionable and less sympathetic imo. doesnt#mean shes completely evil. they're both meant to be morally grey and both did equally horrible irredeemable shit that they come to regret#and wish to fix. ik it doesnt come off this way at times because i have my things i prefer to write at times and this AU was always a#relationship dynamic exploration between Flower and all different characters. but neither PK nor WL are by no means forgiven. Most of their#kids range from ''i literally dont care about you you are not my parents dont contact me again'' to ''i hate your guts''#with sometimes an added flavour of ''And I WILL murder your ass if I see you again'' for some of them#(Razor my beutiful wife with unchecked anger issues <3)#sorry if the tags are incomprehensible it is 5 am and i instantly forget anything i write the second i cant read it fully#once i finish writing a tag and it collapses the contents of it instantly leave my short term memory. im not being dramatic btw the amount#of times i have to back out from editing tags to read them back bc i forgot what i wrote is annoying
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lennat2 · 1 year
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'In the Tall Grass' be like
Grass is evil y'all. You'll get your nine lives by touching the moon rock. Here is a disgusting, gory scene of baby cannibalism that is only there to be shocking, because it gets erased from time anyway. Is the baby daddy in the grass or outside the grass? Preachers are annoying. Mow your lawn. The end.
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snarp · 4 months
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In the comments of a post about hate groups spreading misinfo, a reply saying
"can't anyone teach me how to TELL if a post is misinfo? :("
Username has "shift" in it and bio implies that they're under 18; recent posts include:
Reblog: "Reality shifting is really hard but don't give up, we're going to make it!"
Original post: "It's good that AI character chats exist because real people suck"
Reblog: "any advice on scripting for a shift to Airbender universe if you're afraid of heights?"
Reblog: extremely long "reblog and @ someone to to put a gift in their stocking!" with a dozen reblogs with a dozen mentions each
Reblog: "I HATE AI ART, FUCK YOU IF YOU'RE OKAY WITH AI ART"
OP: "I felt something for a real person for a minute earlier… never mind people suck"
Reblog: "I know reality shifting is real it's not hard I have literally done it by accident why I can't do it again :("
OP: talking about using reality shifting? manifestation? to fix vitamin deficiencies??
Reblog: responds to a post explaining how to do an exercise with "Warning: If you want to be THIN you should NOT do this exercise! It builds muscle. Which is fine if you're into that :) but it's NOT okay if you want to be THIN"
Going back to the original question: CAN anyone teach this kid to recognize misinformation? I think you'd need to start somewhere much more basic before you can move on to that. Like, getting them to eat enough that they're thinking clearly probably needs to come first.
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gcldfanged · 1 year
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Sometimes a bitch wants a Vampire AU.
Jae would be the leader of a clan of Eastern vampires that are kind of like the Mandurugo (from The Philippines): they can fly using bat-like wings and love eating pregnant women and their unborn fetuses (especially the hearts of both). Mandurugo’s are a variant that are especially deadly since they can marry into whole families and villages and feast upon their unsuspecting spouse.
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devilboyblues · 1 year
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the post about organizing your character playlist by character arc has me pondering what song best conveys an arrogant young teen realizing they're not invincible and experiencing true fear for the first time as they come close to dying horribly
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nelkenbabe · 1 year
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part of the reason amaryll is Like That is because when she was 4 she got separated from the caravan when she was supposed to be taking a nap with her twin and their older brother.
a hollow tree beckoned her and she climbed in, only to have the wood close behind her and a vicious, gnarled spirit possessing the tree kept her there to feed on her fear. it took almost a whole day to find her, and in the end it was her brother lathan and his ease with talking to spirits that helped track amaryll to the tree
she was recovered safely, but she didn’t come back the way she’d been before. a little bit of the spirit is wedged in her being, and the experience of what felt like abandonment to her young self is one she carries with her still, even if she doesn’t remember it fully.
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sunrisetune · 1 year
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Hi Goose. Another Dragon Age prompt -- I was trying for angstier, but I'm too sleepy, so here it is as it is: Anders attempts to fulfill a patient's last request, with or without help from Hawke (or anyone else you wish).
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(ID: An edited ‘The Office’ meme, of a man looking off into the distance with a determined expression. The caption says, “I’m going to make this way angstier than it needs to be.”)
So I actually have more of this bc I can’t write short-fic to save my fuckening life, But I wanted to give you something before the new year! Therefore: Please accept this slightly reworked excerpt of a thing; hopefully it should stand mostly on its own?? \o/
- 740-ish words - Dashes of Hawke/Anders; Anders was right but he still absolutely did things wrong - And you know when sometimes people write a friendship route Hawke and (or / ) Anders where both of them are completely okay with Kirkwall being destroyed, or where Justice and Anders are chill with the amount of death the war causes because it's a ~needed price to pay~? Fuck those two interpretations specifically.
CW: The end of Act Three - violence, brief gore, mass / crowd death, children in dangerous situations, fire, suicidal ideation.
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‘Pyre’
The chunk of what was once Chantry wall careened out of the sky and cracked the street in front of him. He flinched, his arcane shield flaring for a moment before the dust cleared. When it did he wished it hadn't, but forced himself to look. Stone, and flesh. A trail of blood seeping from underneath a wrinkled hand stuck out from the wreckage. Anders felt sick. Then he heard the wail, and went to them.
The poor elf woman caught under the wreckage refused to accept his healing, or his frantic instructions not to move. Instead she inched closer to her husband and pressed her cheek to his bleeding skull, murmuring comforts. There was nothing Anders could do for them, he realized-- half his face was gone, and with her chest in that shape, she had only minutes. She looked up at Anders through the mess of her hair. "Please," she said. "The baby." He turned. There, a few feet away-- she must have thrown them-- a bundle of rags the size of a young elf child. The bundle was breathing.  Anders looked back at the poor mother and nodded. Her eyes filled with tears of relief and pain. “Thank you.” He had no elfroot or lotus to ease their passing but she put her face to her husband’s and closed her eyes, and he cut her throat as fast and smoothly as he could.
Anders’ hands were shaking and still covered in gore, but he picked the child up, carefully. He checked their breathing, turning their face to his chest to give them some small measure of protection. At least there wasn’t any darkspawn blood on him. They’d make it to the alienage, Andraste willing.
He wove through the broken streets with his arcane shield shimmering dimly around him, his aura stretching as far as his concentration could spare, healing those around him for the few seconds they were close enough. It wasn't much but he could hope it might give someone another few minutes. Mechanically, he stepped around the corpses. All but ignored the screams coming from the burning stacks of hovels euphemistically called 'apartments' throughout Lowtown. The buildings were too cramped, too close together, and the fire spread like a ravenous beast. The most he could do was pray that they'd die quickly of the smoke.
It felt almost like he did on his worst weeks: everything so loud, the air itself ringing cruelly, nothing getting through to him. But something was keeping him just above that, like treading water in a freezing lake. Justice, trying to protect him. They were one now but nonetheless Anders hadn't felt the spirit so present in a long time; not furious, burying him in his own mind, but simply there. Sustaining. They probably wouldn't have been able to continue at all if it wasn't for Justice. Back in front of the ruined Chantry, after Hawke had thrown her dagger to the stones, Anders certainly wouldn't have been able to stand. (She shouldn’t have let them go. They should be dead. They should have paid--) They were hollow but for a viciously twisting rage; a great, helpless guilt. Rage at the templars, at himself. Them both. How dare his heart ache. How dare their eyes burn with more than the ashes?  How could they grieve when they were responsible for the suffering of these people? He'd lit the fire. Their home was burning. What could he possibly do for them now?
Something. They must do something.
It’s a monstrous thing, feeling such sorrow and certainty they'd do it again.
Amid all the chaos, his siblings face down their oppressors. More and more of them twist grotesquely into abominations as the fight continues-- Anders wants to scream at them in betrayal. Still others fall on their knees and beg before the steel struck through their throats. What kind of a way was that for mages to die? They were meant to fight! His fingers tighten on their staff until they're nearly claws of his own. It-- didn't matter. The world would know, no matter how many were dead. And he'd help them, he'd join the battle with or without Hawke, and do what he came here to. ('Without Hawke'. Anders couldn’t linger on that thought.) Maybe they could still save some of them, or maybe he could slaughter enough templars that some of this rage would ease.
Just not yet. The child in his arm breathed, fragile, still unconscious. If he could be a healer still-- even once more-- he had a promise to keep.
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fleshislaw · 1 year
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The way she (almond milk) coagulates...
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wardogsong · 1 year
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"Everyone got one line inna sand dey nevah cross," she says, looking up at Frank though she can barely see him in the shadows of the clinic's recesses. "Mine is simple. Don' hurt animals. Or old aunties an' uncles. But especially not keiki. Him?" She means the man strapped to the gurney. "I warned him what would happen if he evah did it again. Still, he did. My question t' you is--what's yours? Did ya make liah of yaself? Mo' beddah I aks you. Do ya regret it?"
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"He did that?" Oh, Frank is following but he needs it clear. No room for error-- not in what he does. He points with a nod of his head, singling out the guy who is strapped down much like he was when he first met Beth. "He hurt a kid?" He's playing follow-the-context here, not yet picking up her vocabulary as fast as she exposes him to it. Animals. The old. Fill in the blank is easy-- TOO EASY. Anybody with a conscience would know, the next box to tick is kids. Don't kick dogs, the elderly, or kids. Prioritize at will, but those are the big boxes.
Her eyes say it all-- the confirmation is there, but he needs it in words. He needs to know what this waste of space has done.
Still. He's got his own set of questions to answer, doesn't he? Yeah. Yeah he does-- he won't shy away from them. He doesn't care that the soon-to-be-corpse will hear the answer. No, Frank just meets Beth's eyes and holds them as he speaks. "That's what people think of it as. A line. In the sand, on-on the pavement, like a fence that separates HERE from THERE. It ain't like that. You don't get to just hop it once-- maybe slink back, live on the other side of it again. It's a choice. It's a choice every time-- every-every-every day. You make the choice every time it's put to you. Every time you look at something or somebody that calls for it. That line shit? You think-- you think, 'this is what I won't do' but LIFE... life will put the question to you again and again. Really? You won't do it? How 'bout now? How 'bout here? How 'bout like this? And you gotta make the choice EVERY. TIME."
"Me? I don't regret it. I do what other people can't."
What he doesn't say? You don't gotta do this. I'll do it every time.
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nonuggetshere · 1 year
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HI GIRL, NEW FUCKED UP FAAF/HAPPY CHILDHOOD VARIANT JUST DROPPED
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supcrsxnic-cxmct · 2 years
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Don't knock roasted children Comet! I hear they go great with ketchup.
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☄️⯮ "Eww?! You're fuckin' gross, dude!"
And just for that, Comet bit the anon's hand, hard.
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nekropsii · 10 days
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HAPPY 4/13!! Here's a partial Alpha Troll Lore Iceberg to celebrate, as asked for by fans and followers!!
All information in here is completely true, and this isn't even everything I could think of off the top of my head!! Have fun perusing, and I hope you learn a thing or two!!
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willowser · 10 months
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even if he's been around for a little while, touya still feels a bit odd about the "step-dad" stuff, especially because you two aren't married. the words "dad" and "touya" aren't synonymous, and even if he loves your daughter and she loves him, he just doesn't actively think of himself that way ???
until she comes home from school one day, crying about some boys that are being mean to her, and her face is all puffy and she won't even talk to him, or you, about what happened. and that's when he really realizes how deep he is into this, because he's ready to go back to jail over some eight year olds.
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reblyakow · 9 months
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i wonder if it makes you stay awake at night,
thinking about how things could have been different?
i’m just wondering,
if i’m the only one still crying about it.
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