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twistedwonderlandsimps · 2 years

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Little Misfortune!Yuu

I'm just here to mix-and-match different kinds of Yuus with different kinds of personalities to see what monstrosity I can make. That being said,,, Little Misfortune!Yuu brainrot!

Finally, the promised thing is here. I did say I was going to make this one day in one of my earlier asks. Well, here it is.

Yuu isn’t a child here. They’re all grown up but they still have the same morbid humor.

And who’s with them when they get transported into another world? Well, Mr. Voice, of course!

Mr. Voice is a limitedly omniscient being and probably lives in the 4th dimension or something. He’s just hanging around Yuu and acts as a father figure/narrator because he practically adopted Yuu and didn’t have the will to kill them when they were young and now here they are.

Or maybe he was successful and Yuu died but they were adopted by Mr. Voice soon after, whatever floats your boat.

Anyway, the only one who can hear Mr. Voice is Yuu.

Yuu also has that very distinct accent from the game because I say so. It’s cute and makes the morbid things that comes out of their mouth more horrifying.

Also, Mr. Voice probably sometimes lovingly refer to Yuu as ‘little misfortune’ as a nickname.

“Mr. Voice, I don’t like being trapped in here.” Yuu worriedly says once they woke up to find themselves trapped inside a coffin. “Can you help me get out?”

“Don’t worry, Yuu. I’m sure you’ll be out soon. Ah! Speaking of, here comes a cat. What might this little creature be doing to come here? Perhaps they’re going to help you get out of that coffin? It seems so! You might want to brace yourself, little misfortune.”

The moment the coffin opens up, Yuu faceplants on the ground with a loud ‘oomph!’.

“Are you okay, Yuu?”

“I’m okay, Mr. Voice.” Yuu says, pushing themselves off from the ground and dusting the dirt off from their clothes. They then looked around their surroundings and said in a voice full of awe, “Where are we?”

“We seem to be in a completely different place. Maybe even perhaps a different dimension?” Mr. Voice replies in his ever-so-calm manner.

“Woah! For reals? Are we going to have an adventure? I like adventures! Hehe.”

“Well, if you want to, then yes.”

The father-child moment gets broken by none other than Grim who butts in, “Who are you talking to, human?! Gah, nevermind that, give me your robe!”

Yuu manages to escape Grim safely with Mr. Voice’s guidance. That doesn’t last long because Grim finds them soon after.

Trust me when I say Mr. Voice was ready to throw hands at that moment.

Remember, Mr. Voice might not have a body but he can affect Yuu’s plane of existence.

Causing destruction or whatever, as long as the scene is within his ‘screen’ or in other words his point of view, is child’s play for him.

Luckily for Grim, Crowley arrived.

Guess no punting Grim to the horizon for today. Can’t say the same for the future overblot boys, though. May the Great Seven save their souls.

Anyway, they’ve arrived at the Mirror Chamber.

Yuu was hesitant to go in at first.

“There’s a lot of people inside. I don’t know how to feel about this, Mr. Voice.”

“It’s alright, Yuu. You don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll always be with you.”

“For reals?”

“Yes, for real. Now go in and show all those people inside you’re not someone to be messed with!”

“Hehe, okay!”

Yuu is not threatening at all. Not one bit. They like to think they are and Mr. Voice likes to encourage them and make them believe they are but no.

Anyway the ceremony goes off without a hitch, aside from Grim almost burning it down that is, and Yuu’s brought to Ramshackle.

“Creepy and spooky!” Yuu exclaims with a small giggle but they don’t seem worried or scared.

“Now, now, Yuu. It might look rundown on the inside but I’m sure it’s better on the inside.”

[Cut to Crowley and Yuu standing inside Ramshackle where it’s obviously not much better than the outside.]

Mr. Voice: “Well, alright then.” *proceeds to trip Crowley as he was heading out, making the Headmaster stumble, fall, and break through the dilapidated floor and down through the basement*

Mr: Voice: “That should take care of him for now. What say we go upstairs and find a nice comfy bed you can sleep on?”

Anyway, imagine Yuu and witnessing overblotting.

Someone: *overblots*

Yuu: “Yikes forever.”

And when the overblot’s finished, Yuu just sprinkles the overblottee a fistful of glitter.

“I hope you feel better now. Glitters always make me feel better.”

“You eat glitter, my little misfortune. I don’t think eating glitter makes anyone feel better.”

“Hush now, Mr. Voice.”

Where does Yuu even keep their seemingly infinite source of glitter from? Even Mr. Voice, as omniscient as he is, doesn’t know.

Now that I think about it, they’re probably going to be constantly throwing glitter all over the campus since they sprinkle it everywhere that they believe needs happiness, and it cheers them up.

And NRC is a very gloomy place.

My god, can you imagine that part where Riddle insult Yuu, their parents, and their education?

The braincell group gets angry, Ace punches Riddle but then Yuu just casually pipes up with:

“Hey! That’s rude, you know. My mommy and daddy were always busy arguing with each other and drinking juice so sometimes they forgot about me.”

“As I said before, their behavior isn’t an excuse for them to neglect you, Yuu.” Mr. Voice says.

“Really? Damn.”

“Language.”

Mr. Voice was slightly conflicted since technically Riddle was mocking Yuu’s parents and was trying to mock Yuu’s upbringing through them. Of course it doesn’t really work that well since Yuu’s parents weren’t the best people so he was kind of right.

Also imagine Yuu approaching Riddle post-overblot and asking, “Do you have your own Mr. Voice, too?”

“Mr. Voice?”

“Yeah! He talks in my head and knows a lot of things. He takes care of me because my mommy and daddy can’t.”

“I don’t think I have this… Mr. Voice you speak of.”

“Oh… Ok! I’ll just share him with you then and he can take care of both of us.”

Also, I like to think that since Mr. Voice is in another plane of dimension that’s beyond Yuu’s is that he can see what the players can see.

That means that he can see the overblot boys’ flashbacks and tells Yuu all about it.

“I don’t like Riddle’s mommy. She sounds mean. Can’t you do anything about this, Mr. Voice?”

“Unfortunately, I can’t. The only one who can make a choice regarding this is Rosehearts himself. The only thing we can do is give him support and help him when he needs it.”

Also, I don’t know why but I ironically think Mr. Voice would have a favorable impression on Ace.

Not at first, of course, since they insulted Yuu and all but he was thoroughly impressed with the Heartslabyul student when he defended Yuu later on and even called Trey out for being a bad friend to Riddle.

Anyway, Yuu probably doesn’t hide that they can hear Mr. Voice and even talks to them but since no one else can hear Mr. Voice, they seem a wee bit weird talking to thin air and staring off into nothing.

Except for the braincell trio and maybe some other people. They, at some point, start to believe Mr. Voice exists.

Because really?

Cater: “Prefect, do you know anything about how Trey got injured?”

Yuu: *silently looks to wherever Mr. Voice is*

Mr. Voice: “I believe this problem has something to do with the… Savanaclaw Dorm, was it? Specifically, someone by the name of Ruggie Bucchi. The one that Grim traded his lunch with the other day ago, remember him? He’s the one who has been causing all these accidents.”

Yuu, turning to the others: “Mr. Voice says it’s because of Ruggie Bucchie from Savanaclaw. He said that he was the one causing all the accidents.”

Ace: “Alright, case closed. Now let’s get the pitchforks.”

Unfortunately since they had no evidence yet and can only rely on Mr. Voice’s (someone who the majority still believes is just a product of Yuu’s overactive imagination and is in no way real) word, they can’t do anything but they do keep a closer eye on the Savanaclaw Dorm.

Also, I like to think that Lilia would want to adopt this Yuu.

Like, hm? Your parents were crappy and neglected you your whole life? Sometimes even hurting you? Well, well, well, would you like to instantly get a parental figure and immediately be adopted?

Mr. Voice has a contender for the parent role and it’s not Crowley.

“Mr. Lilia, Mr. Voice told me to tell you that ‘You are not going to be taking my ward away from me you overgrown bat.’”

Speaking of Crowley, every time he’s within Yuu’s vicinity, and subsequently in Mr. Voice’s point of view, dead birds will fall from the sky no matter if he’s inside a building or outside.

Mr. Voice is just that petty.

Also, just thinking about when the braincell group visit Ramshackle, gets bored, and goes over through Yuu’s stuff and they see a bloodstained rock that had a sad face drawn on to it.

“Hey Yuu, what’s the deal with this rock? Why does it have blood on it?”

“I got that stone when daddy threw it at me once. I call him Stony because he’s a stone.” Yuu said and giggled, not noticing the silent horrified looks their friends gave them.

Wait, wait, I just thought of something…

What if the reason Yuu got their name was because their parents couldn’t be bothered to think of a name for them and just constantly called them ’you’.

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jellogram · 9 months

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I think one of the key differences between American horror and Japanese horror is the use of the uncanny valley.

American horror makers designing ghosts tend to go for what you might consider traditionally scary things, sharp teeth, decaying flesh, glowing eyes, just general monstrosity:

Whereas Japanese movie ghosts tend to look more human:

The creepiness factor often comes from their movements. This photo is from Pulse, and this is the most frightening scene due to the way she moves:

It's odd and unnatural. You might even say it's... uncanny.

A good side-by-side to demonstrate what I mean is with The Ring. Originally a Japanese film, it was remade by Americans a few years later.

Both versions were successful (and good) but I found the Japanese ghost waaaay more frightening than the little CGI creature in the American version. There's just no comparison. I mean, look at the only real shot you get of the ghost's face in each film:

One of these fills me with dread. The other just looks like a zombie.

But here's the real kicker, watch them move!

Here's a few differences to note:

The camera in the American version is fast-paced and intense, the Japanese version stays still, letting her and her movements be the focus

It also doesn't cut to her victim nearly as quickly or as often (hard to see from the gif)

The Japanese version is not dirty or oddly colored. The American version puts a digital effect on her. This all pulls the American ghost out of reality, whereas the Japanese version is undeniably a tangible being in the room with us.

This isn't to say American films never use the uncanny valley. Us had a fair bit of odd gestures and stares.

As well as like, everything David Lynch ever made.

I've also seen these techniques in lower budget short films and analog horror shows on youtube.

But from what I know of Japanese horror (not that much) and American horror (a lot), uncanny valley techniques tend to read to American audiences as "weird" or "surreal" whereas in Japanese horror, it seems to be more of the standard.

American audiences seem to expect a certain type of scariness. The "Conjuring" style of horror if you will. They don't necessarily hate anything outside of that, but they react strongly to it. I mean, everyone said Skinamarink was horrifying, and I'm convinced it because non-horror fans have never been exposed to horror that doesn't have sharp teeth, rotting flesh, and a general aura of ghostliness.

Anyway, I don't know how to end this post except to say that I think Japan was way ahead of the curve on using the uncanny valley in horror and I hope the US catches up because I am quite tired of ghosts with sameface syndrome.

#horror #horror movies #film #j horror #the ring #ringu

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coulsart · 2 months

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What about The Unknown interests you so much? /lh

GOD!!! It's probably gonna be hard to put to words because I am fighting a migraine. But let me try.

First of all. Omg. The first time I saw it posted online, it's creepy-goofy flop and scamper towards the player, then the voicelines as it got close to the camera? The fact that it's so twisted up and totally body horror (did I mention I love body horror), but has that even but halting voice. It makes you really wonder what it's all about.

And while it's already twisted up, in its mori it kind of shows why, in the sense that it's a horrifying monstrosity seemingly wearing a body that doesn't quite fit around it. I think it's really cool.

The way it gave me the sense that while it seems to parrot peoples' words, it clearly has capacity for higher thought/cruelty with the way it uses those phrases towards survivors. I def get the sense that it hates them, but I know I already said that in my theory post. When I came to my conclusion that just honestly did me in. I can't not love the damn thing, even if I'm totally off base with my theory.

I hope this makes sense fksjdfkajegijaeoj I just love that lil scrumbly thing it's so scary but so silly

#blabbababa #the unknown #dbd #geek geeking about monster

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deadchildsuperhero · 2 years

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Just Danny doing very normal things (and looking completely normal) but it just ends up like a scene out of a horror movie to people outside of Amity Park. They come into town and see this eldritch monstrosity casually slurping down a smoothie at the speed of light.

Danny just walking down the street? They see a void of darkness, a being that emits an unearthly, ungodly kind of energy, heaving and dragging themselves across the ground. His footsteps are light, but with every gentle step they can feel shaking, like this space of reality is shaking with every step he takes, like their entire being is trembling along with the young boy's movement. They want to move, to run, from this ungodly being charging towards them. But they can't. It's like their feet are stuck to the floor, like a small bug stuck in a spiders web, helpless. Then the boy walks by, he leaves, and suddenly they can move again.

Danny just chatting with Tucker and Sam about the new DOOM update? It's like static in their ears, like never-ending creaking, always lurking in the corners. The sound doesn't stop, it variates, it's like the screams we hear in our nightmares, like the horrifying laugh of a childhood fear, like the tape of the painful memories we can't erase, like the most soul-wrenching horror that comes from the untouchable fears of this world and it gets Louder and Louder the longer you listen, like a hunter catching their prey, the sound gets closer and closer, it prickles at their skin, leaks into their ears like a virus, whispering it's fouls and telling it's lies. It pulls you closer and closer, then it stops. Huh, turns out that Fenton boy left to go get a drink.

Danny doing literally nothing? It's paranoia. Pure, unfiltered paranoia running through their veins. They stare silently, he's not doing anything. Yet. They don't understand the paranoia, as far as their concerned, It's a kid, just a kid. A kid that...looks extremely creepy albeit. But it's just a kid. But somehow they feel fear, an unexplainable, tense, horrifying kind of fear. They don't know why they feel like this, but every time that kid so much as even flinches, the fear that's hidden in within overflows. Much like a dam overflowed with rain water, it feels like it will burst at any moment, or in this case, when that kid does something. They watch the kid, staring intently at its movements. Maybe They should run, it would probably be the smart decision. But they just can't find the strength to, like every fibre of their being is to busy at staring intently at this child then running from the horrors in their heart. They stare and stare, waiting for even the slightest movement. Then a blink, a flash in the eye. And the kids gone.

Danny continues his day as normal, innocently unaware of the absolute chaos he causes to the tourists and outsiders who were just looking for a good time but ends up looking into the face of death.

#danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #Danny's just unaware of everything #Of how his simplest actions can #And will #Scare the absolute shit out of outsiders #They think he's just #The incarnation of every horror they've ever seen #Stuffed in a tiny child

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starscreamfireworks · 10 months

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one thing that i see way too often is when people determine an animal’s worth by how aesthetic they think it is and it annoys me so much

take these two. the dumbo octopus is famous and coddled on by basically everyone on the internet because it is just so cute and our perfect image of a palatable looking deep sea creature. that’s fine, i love dumbo octopuses as well. but the anglerfish is infamous because people think it’s a horrifying monster that is so creepy that they either want to kill it with fire or get it as far away from them as possible. (i mean, just google anglerfish and look at all those headlines. they get called monstrosities, frightening, grotesque…) how often have you seen an anglerfish portrayed in a positive light?? whenever that does happen, it’s often because a person has drawn them as a friendly cartoon that takes away all the things people think are spooky about it. them being ‘dulled down’ should not be the sole situation in which people find a reason to like them

an animal’s right to live isn’t dependent on whether you think it’s pretty or not!!! learn to appreciate animals for what they are instead of immediately recoiling and spewing insults about them because they’re unusual or don’t look cute to you. anglerfish are genuinely so cool and it makes me so sad to see all the hate for them

#this applies to other animals too #ESPECIALLY other deep sea creatures man #gavin rambles again

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banannabethchase · 5 months

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Do Something Wicked to Me - also on AO3

Brandon accidentally gave Adam tentacles for a hand. Matt is more intrigued than he probably should be.

sighs The worst thing is I did this to myself, and it's my 100th Professional Wrestling fic! Wahoo! Bingo square N2: Tentacle fic, complete. Title from Moonlight Magic by Ashnikko. Happy Wanksgiving!!!

Yelling after Brandon is useless. They’re left here, panicking, and Matt doesn’t even know what to complain about first.

“What the eff,” Nick says, looking horrified. “You have an effing octopus hand.”

“Don’t be stupid, Nick,” Matt says, leaning in. “It’s not a…” He trails off as he looks closer. “God, those are weird.”

“Exactly,” Nick says. “Literal tentacles.”

“Not octopus, though,” Matt says. He frowns and wonders if he’s hallucinating or something. “They’re – different. And I thought the Barbie moment was creepy.”

Nick stands up and backs away. “I have no idea what’s happening here, but I’m going to go talk to Claudio. He’s the first person we know of to get the Malakai effect. Maybe he knows how to fix it.”

“Would have been great if Brandon had stayed here to fix it,” Adam calls after Nick, but it’s no use.

Other people start pouring into the café, and Matt shoves Adam’s tentacles – good lord – under his shirt sleeve.

“We need to get out of here before other people see,” Adam mutters. “I really don’t want anybody else to notice this…Thing on me.” He shakes his hand, and Matt almost has to giggle at the wet, slapping sound the tentacles make. “Oh my god!”

A tentacle pokes out and curls around, and suddenly Matt stares at Adam’s hand with the strangest boner of his life.

“It’s really hard to keep them under control,” Adam says, staring as the tentacles wiggle and squirm. “What the fuck is happening?”

“According to Nick, House of Black gave Claudio a magic dick, so…” Matt trails off. “I think the House of Black are trying to kill us, aren’t they?”

“Kill us?” Adam asks, holding up his tentacle hand. The two of them finally find their way into the EVP room in hopes that nobody would see the monstrosity growing out of the sleeve of Adam’s shirt. “This feels more like a distraction than a murder.” He wiggles the tentacles and the undulation is…intriguing. “What?” Adam asks stopping the tentacles from moving. “They freak you out?”

Matt tries to maintain a neutral expression, like he doesn’t care, but he fails. Adam gets a grin on his lips, one that usually promises a particular interesting night for Matt. It only makes it harder to keep a straight face.

Matt shakes his head, biting his lip as he starts to smile. “Nope,” he says, sitting across Adam’s lap. “Definitely not scared.”

Adam tilts his head to the side. “Seriously.”

Matt nods. “Look, you get access to weird porn on planes, okay?”

“Sorry, you’ve seen tentacle porn?” Adam asks. He tickles the tentacles on Matt’s face, and it sends a thrill of heat through Matt’s body. “You thinkin’ about them inside you?”

Matt feels himself burning pink. “Never used to,” he mutters. “Not until – not until they’re yours.”

He thinks he can see Adam’s eyes darken. “Oh, they’re okay when they’re mine?” He murmurs. Matt shivers again as the tentacles slide down Matt’s neck and into his hair. “That’s all they gotta be?”

Matt nods, trying to decide if he wants to get closer to or farther from the tentacles. He leans into them, on impulse, and sighs.

“This is so surreal,” Adam says, eyes on where the tentacles play with the hem of Matt’s shirt. “I know they’re my hand, because they’re part of me,” he adds, almost more to himself, “but they’re so different.”

Matt turns his head and presses a kiss to the side of the tentacle. He almost laughs – it feels squishy but lithe under his lips, intentional and solid. “This is so weird.”

“It is,” Adam says, sounding almost reverent. “Like – I know you’re kissing a part of me.” Matt does it again, and he can feel Adam watching him. “I know it. But, looking at it.” Matt leans in and kisses Adam’s tentacle again. “It’s so fuckin’ weird.”

Matt licks his lips. “Can I try something?”

“Go for it,” Adam says, a little breathless.

Matt leans in and takes the tentacle in his mouth. He locks eyes on Adam.

“Oh, my god,” Adam says slowly. “That feels so different from – fingers, I can feel your mouth, Matt.” He rolls his shoulders. “Not like when you suck my dick, but close.” He exhales slowly, and Matt swirls his tongue around the tip of the tentacle. They’re smooth with little sticky suckers on the bottom that only seem to truly stick when Adam makes them. Matt grins around it.

“Yeah?” Matt asks. “I have an idea. Hold on.” He leans in and tries to take the tentacle down his throat, but it doesn’t work. He tries again, mouth and tongue working, but the tentacle is too soft. “Alright, well. We’ll have to stick to me shoving your dick down my throat, I guess.”

Adam laughs, but it’s tight in the back of his throat. Matt knows what that means. “Yeah,” Adam manages. He licks his lips. “Get over here.”

“First, I have to – hold on.” Matt almost fall off the couch as he reaches for his bag.

“Yeah,” Adam says. He reaches out his human hand to grab the lube and makes a weird little face. “This is gonna be weird.”

“I’m good with weird,” Matt says. He throws his legs over Adam’s hips and leans in, kissing him like he means it. “What are you thinking, weird wise?” Matt has what he wants it to be, but he won’t push. “I’ve said weird more in the past few minutes than I have in the past few months.”

Adam grins. “I figured,” he says slowly, “that I could, um.” He trails the tentacles across the top of Matt’s pants waistband.

“You want to – I guess finger me is the wrong word, since they’re tentacles. Tentacle me?” Matt frowns. “You know what? Forget talking. Get in me and let’s see how this goes.”

Adam beams at him, and the two of them get their clothes off in record time.

“Hold on,” Matt says, standing up. He checks to lock the door. “Couldn’t risk somebody walking in.”

“Look at you, being responsible or whatever the fuck,” Adam sighs. “Come on. I have an idea. Lay down.”

Matt flops on his back on the couch and looks up at Adam, who is staring down at him. “Uh. Adam?”

“Right,” Adam says, shaking his head. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Matt laughs. Adam throws one of Matt’s legs over the arm of the couch and angles him so the other dangles to the floor. It feels exposed, open, and Matt is all about it.

“Come on,” Matt says, and it’s getting difficult to ignore how hard he is.

Adam dances the tentacles down Matt’s abs, to his hips, to the insides of his thighs. With a raise of eyebrows, Adam silently asks permission, and Matt nods emphatically.

Two tentacles curl around Matt’s cock, and it’s enough to make him squeak.

“You good?” Adam asks.

Matt nods. “They’re, god, I’m saying it again, weird. Like, they’re not dicks, but that’s the only comparison I have.” He rolls his hips up, the suckers on the tentacles gripping his dick. “Oh, this is so – I don’t even know the words.”

“Good, though?” Adam asks, dribbling lube on the tentacles.

Matt nods. “Great.”

The tentacles leave his cock, which is less than ideal, but suddenly Adam is probing at the rim of his hole and he’s back on board.

“Go,” Matt hisses. “Please, I need to – please?”

“I will,” Adam promises. “I just have to figure out – okay!” The tip of the tentacle slips into Matt. “Hey, it worked!”

Matt’s too busy losing his mind to answer. Something about the way the tentacle moves is the exact kind of pressure he craves.

“Keep going,” Matt pants. “Oh my – Adam, I can’t even explain how this feels.”

Adam nods and slides the tentacle in further. There’s less resistance than he’d get with a finger or a dick, but the tentacle wiggles and thickens and –

“God, that was fun to hear,” Adam laughs. “Moan like that much more and other people will hear us.”

“Don’t care,” Matt says. He’s panting. “Do – more. Keep doing that thickening thing. Strange but good.”

“Oh, something stranger than getting my tentacles in you?” Adam asks, but he does something with the tentacle that makes Matt’s eyes roll. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?”

Matt nods, his eyes squeezed shut. “They – they change size. They get thicker.”

“Yeah,” Adam says, and he slips in another tentacle next to the first one. “I know.”

Matt writhes. Adam’s fingers have always fit him perfectly, filled him almost as good as Adam’s cock, but this is incredible. The tentacles swell and pull as Adam fucks two gently, like he’s trying to be careful.

“Good?” Adam asks, and Matt opens his eyes to see Adam looking down, almost concerned.

“This is the coolest thing – oh!” Matt bucks away from the feeling but chases it back almost immediately. “Oh, right there.”

“Yeah?” Adam asks. He flexes a tentacle and it undulates over and over again against Matt’s prostate, sending wave after wave of intensity through his body. “Fuck, baby, you look so good. Does it feel great?”

“B-better than great,” Matt whimpers. “Don’t stop, please, I’m almost –” But he comes, pulsing shifts inside of his body along with the tentacle as his orgasm comes dry. He’s still achingly hard, but now the tentacle feels like it’s pressing on an open nerve as it wiggles.

“Adam,” he pleads, and he feels empty for a moment when Adam takes out his tentacle hand. Adam kisses Matt as he gains his breath back. “God, that – I –” He takes a shuddering breath as Adam pulls back. His tentacle hand is still, but Matt just wants it back in him. “The whole thing.”

“What?” Adam asks, blinking.

“I wanna – all of them,” Matt begs. “Please, I want to try.”

Adam looks at his hand, then at Matt, then back at his hand. “Are you sure?”

Matt nods. “I want –” The words get stuck in his throat, but Matt makes himself say it. “I want you to stuff me full of them.”

Adam exhales so long that Matt begins to wonder if he went too far. “Well, shit, baby,” Adam finally says, sounding a little breathless. “You want me to fill you up, all you gotta do is ask.”

Matt moves so he’s bent over the arm of the chair. “You want my whole, uh, hand?” Adam asks. “Wait. That’s – not quite right.”

Matt giggles. “First time with tentacle dirty talk?”

“Fuck off,” Adam laughs, “you know it is.” He clears his throat. “You want all five of my tentacles in your ass?” he asks, voice lower than Matt’s used to. “You want me to fuck you with all of ‘em at once?”

“Yeah,” Matt says. He wiggles his ass, trying to get the focus back where he wants it. “All of them at once.”

Adam uses his human hand to grip Matt’s hip, then slides a tentacle inside of Matt. He blushes a little with how easy it was, how quickly the tentacle slid inside him. “Good?” Adam murmurs.

“Yeah,” Matt says. “You – you can go for another one.”

“Yeah, I already know you can take two,” Adam says. Matt feels the second tentacle move in beside the first, pulsing against each other to stretch him. He hums, rolling his hips so the tips of the tentacles explore inside of him.

“More,” Matt says. “Come on, I know I can take them.”

“Of course you can,” Adam says, but it sounds almost pandering. Matt whines as the third tentacle makes its way inside him. “Wish you could see, Matt. This is wild.”

“Yeah?” Matt says. He exhales a couple times to encourage the tentacles higher. He almost loses his balance when they start thrusting. “Holy – Adam, what are you doing?”

“That working for you?” Adam asks. “I figured out how to move them differently. It’s super different without bones.” He dances the tip of another tentacle around the rim of Matt’s hole. “Want another one?”

“Yes,” Matt hisses, and he almost doesn’t notice it slip inside of him as the other tentacles continue fucking him.

“Jesus.” Adam sounds impressed, almost, and Matt could be smug about it, if he tried. “I – you sure you can take the last one?”

“Yes, Adam, they’re tentacles,” Matt says, and realizes it’s the most bizarre sentence he’s ever said. “Plus, I’m pretty sure your cock is bigger than all of them combined.”

Adam laughs. “That’s both sweet and objectively wrong.” He leans down to kiss Matt’s back at the base of his spine, then slowly, so effing slowly, works the fifth tentacle in. They are so much more interesting than fingers, is what Matt’s realizing. They’re all the same length and sprout from the same general area, so it really is like a devastatingly thick dick inside him with multiple moving parts. He exhales so slowly he thinks time will stop by the time he’s done, but then he rolls his hips and – and he’s ascending to a different plane.

“All of your – your whole hand – the tentacles.” Matt can’t figure out what he’s trying to say, couldn’t tell anybody if they asked him, but he moves just enough to feel the tentacles undulate. He whines, slumping over the couch. “Adam,” he whimpers. “Oh, please f-fuck me.”

“With – the tentacles?” Adam asks. He moves the tentacles in a thrusting motion that almost sends Matt into tears. “Jesus, not used to you cursing. This must be good.”

“Anything,” Matt says, “god, anything, just do it.” He doesn’t even have the frame of mind to think about what he’s asking for, just grips the couch cushions and pushes back.

“Got an idea,” Adam mutters. “Matt, I’m gonna take them out, for just a second, okay?”

“Okay,” Matt pants. He makes a strange, pained noise he’s not familiar with from the back of his throat when he finds himself empty and clenching on nothing. Then a familiar cock nudges at him and slides in.

“Huh,” he muses. “Okay.”

“Don’t sound so excited,” Adam grumbles. “I have a –”

They both gasp at the same time. Adam’s snaked a tentacle inside of Matt next to his cock, then curled two around to wrap around Matt’s dick.

“Oh!” Matt squeaks. “Oh, Adam, okay.” He rocks between the two mind-numbing sensations. “This is – I’m going to –”

“Same here, baby,” Adam grunts, and Matt can feel that he’s being careful, that he’s taking his time.

“I – I want to,” Matt says, and he can’t say anything else before he comes harder than he has before in his life, streaking the locker room couch and making a giant mess. He clenches down on the tentacle and Adam’s dick and feels Adam fill him with come, and the feeling of being claimed is stronger in this moment than it ever has been before. The tentacle strokes at the inside of him as Adam pulls out, curls around his hole until he’s so oversensitive he’s about to cry.

Adam slumps over Matt’s back, and Matt feels almost miserable at the emptiness. But the power of an orgasm so good his mind melted overtakes the negativity. “Oh, my god,” Adam murmurs into Matt’s back.

“That,” Matt says, “that was incredible. I can’t think. I’m brain dead.” He falls onto his stomach on the couch, not even caring that he’s laying in a pool of his own come, with Adam splayed across his back. “Can we keep the tentacles?”

Adam snorts. “Babe, I can guarantee, this is a one time thing. I’m getting rid of these things as soon as possible.”

Matt sighs. “I guess, but it won’t be the same.” He shuffles, ignoring the mess. “I might have to add something to my Christmas wish list.”

“I bet you will,” Adam says. “Come on, let’s go take a shower.” He reaches out a hand and Matt takes it, letting Adam pull him to standing. “Oh, that couch is toast.”

Matt wrinkles his noise. “Oops.”

“We’ll hit it with some soap or something,” Adam decides. “Or just, like, flip the cushions.”

“Both could work,” Matt decides.

They shower quickly as they can with three quarters of the hands they usually have. Matt giggles as Adam keeps dropping things in the tentacle hand.

“You’re being a dick, you know that?” Adam says, curling some of the tentacles around the back of Matt’s neck. Matt shivers. “I may be permanently disfigured because of Brandon, and you’re laughing at me.”

Matt shrugs. “I’ll panic when we know there’s something to panic about. There’s every chance we’re dreaming and I’m gonna wake up with a brand new kink I’ll make you participate in.”

Adam kisses his forehead. “You should know by now that I go for pretty much anything you want to try at least once.”

Matt flashes back to the box full of their toys in their closet. “Yeah, you have a point there.”

When they’ve finally gotten themselves and the cushion presentably clean, Matt texts Brandon to demand some sort of explanation.

“Nothing,” Matt says, frowning. “You think Brandon’s okay?”

His own concern is mirrored on Adam’s face. “If he’s messing with the House of Black? No way.”

The two of them watch as Adam’s tentacles flex and wiggle. Based on Adam’s expression, he’s not making them do that.

“Yeah, I need this gone,” Adam decides. “We need to find Brandon.”

Matt would find it funny how Adam has to keep yanking his sleeves down over his tentacle hand as they run into people repeatedly in the venue, if it wasn’t so nerve wracking. He’s relatively impressed with how Adam’s keeping it together. He, on the other hand, can’t stop thinking about how he would want to keep those tentacles around if they weren’t so inconvenient.

They make their way down the hallways of the venue, trying to remember the direction they’ve come from. Matt texts Brandon again with no response.

“He should show himself or at least text back soon,” Matt says. “What are we going to do, throw open every door until we find him? He shouldn’t have even run away from us.” He starts getting annoyed again. “Who does he think he is, turning me into a Barbie and turning your hand into a tentacle?” He’s about to really get going when someone turns the other corner.

“Brandon!” Matt yells.

“Oh, good,” Brandon says, rolling his eyes. “Matt’s here, too.”

“You turned him into tentacle boy,” Matt says. “Fix him.”

“I can’t –”

“Then take us to someone who can!”

“I did not have control over what kinds of tentacles I accidentally cursed him with!” Brandon yells. “I just went for the first tentacles I thought about!”

“Hold on,” Adam says, holding up his normal hand, then showing Brandon the wiggling mass of tentacles that are decidedly not octopus. “Are you telling me the only tentacles you’ve seen are in porn?!”

Brandon turns red. “Look, that’s not – I just don’t think of octopus tentacles, or jellyfish.” He stomps on the floor. “Let me take you to locker room five. Malakai’s in there. I think he can help. But you have to knock first.”

“He sure as effing hell better be able to help,” Matt continues, storming down the hallway. “Adam’s hand got all effed up – ”

“I think the word is transmogrified,” Adam interrupts.

“By magic,” Matt says like Adam didn’t speak, folding his arms over his chest, “that we didn’t even know existed, and we should just be polite and knock? No. No way.”

“You have to knock!” Brandon says, chasing after them. Matt hopes he trips. “They’re trying to fix all of this, but losing magic like that is apparently, like a really big deal. Malakai was all possessed by this creepy static guy. He seemed pretty pissed. ”

“Is he gonna get in trouble?” Adam asks. He flexes the human hand again. Matt suddenly wonders if, when they fix it, the human hand will keep the touch memory of everything the tentacles did. He blushes. “He should. He let his minions or whatever use magic on people who didn’t consent to it.”

“Don’t – you really don’t want to mess with this stuff,” Brandon pleads, but now Matt’s curious. “Knock before you open.”

“Come on, Brandon,�� he says, rolling his eyes. “It can’t be that bad.” Matt yanks open the door and is immediately struck with bright. “What the hell?”

“Oh, no,” Brandon moans.

The brightness, colors and light Matt can’t quite understand, soars out around them and knocks the three of them to the floor.

The man pulls himself up on the floor, tugging at the ends of his hair. A least, he thinks he’s a man. He looks around, down at the handsome guy at his feet, with curly blonde hair and pretty eyes.

“Hi,” he says, fluttering his lashes down. “What’s your name?”

Mini playlist: Eyes Roll - (G)I-DLE Animals - Maroon 5 Unholy - Hey Violet Moonlight Magic - Ashnikko

Bonus points to anyone who catches the Calvin and Hobbes reference :)

#Wanksgiving #HELLO HI I CAN'T BELIEVE I FUCKING WROTE THIS #I went from 'ooooh the man and woman had sex oh my goodness'#To THIS #Happy 100th professional wrestling fic for Sara!!!#Oh my god #HangMatt #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #anxious millennial dreamboat #Matt Attrackson

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ticklygiggles · 2 years

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Tickletober Day 13: Puppet

Ft. KuroDaiUshi

A/N: huhu rarepairs, yaaaay! This one came out a bit rushed... But it's okay, huhu *sobs*

"Get that thing out of my house."

"Tetsu, c'mon! It's literally so ugly! It's perfect for Halloween decoration! Look!"

"No!" Kuroo said, covering his eyes, even Ushijima at his side turned his head to avoid looking at it. "It's... too creepy, Daichi! I wouldn't even doubt that thing is haunted, just having it around makes me shiver!"

Ushijima nodded quickly, avoiding at all cost looking at the thing in Daichi's arms. Honestly, where did he get that? Kuroo briefly looked at it and he felt like crying.

That thing Daichi held for dear life was a horrid puppet. Some kind of demonic clown that Kuroo was sure would make him have nightmares if he saw it one more time- shit!

"Please, Tetsu! We can hang it outside the door and-

"No!" Both man said at the same time. "I don't want to see that thing when I come back!" Kuroo said, looking horrified. "C'mon, give it to me or throw it out yourself."

"No! I'll keep it!"

"Daichi! Not even Wakatoshi wants to see it!" He said, pointing at Ushijima who was looking at the floor intently. "Are you going to torture us both?!"

Kuroo had a slight hope that Daichi would agree to get rid of that monstrosity. He saw how he looked almost sheepishly at Ushijima who simply refused to look up from the ground. Then his eyes found the hideous thing in his arms and Kuroo almost felt bad seeing the sadness in his brown eyes.

To finish, Daichi looked up from the puppet and looked at Kuroo with the eyes of a stray puppy and something in Kuroo's heart broke, but he didn't say anything, he wasn't going to stand to see that thing even for a second and-

"You're going to have to rip it out of my hands, Tetsu. I won't throw it away."

For a moment Kuroo was speechless, blinking a couple of times and barely noticing that Ushijima had finally looked up and was seeing Daichi with wide eyes.

Kuroo snapped, "Daichi, you little- give that shit to me right now or else," he said, reaching out to grab the puppet's little, horrid and bloody hand, but Daichi held the thing closer to him and he ran away. Kuroo gasped.

"Daichi!"

"You can't! I'll keep it wether you like it or not!"

"You! W-Wakatoshi!"

Ushijima was confused, but as soon as he heard Kuroo, he lunged at Daichi, nearly catching him as he circled the couch, but Daichi was fast and agile and was able to dodge not only Wakatoshi but Kuroo as well.

Childish giggles filled the apartment as Kuroo and Wakatoshi chased Daichi all around the house, his hold on the puppet not giving up at all, if anything, he was holding it tighter against his chest.

Kuroo growled, Daichi was spreading the evil of that disgusting thing all over the house! Fine, if Daichi wanted to play, Kuroo was going to give him some fun, then! He made a silent sign to Wakatoshi, in which he quickly told him that they were going to corner Daichi back in the livingroom and catch him there.

Daichi didn't see it coming until it was too late and Kuroo and Wakatoshi were closing in on him from both sides, blocking his escape.

"N-No! This is mine! I bought it and I want to- agh!"

Kuroo and Ushijima lunged at Daichi as he gave his unconvincing monologue, and quickly pinned him to the mat. Daichi struggled and Kuroo and Ushijima couldn't stop him from turning face down, protecting the puppet.

"Daichi, baby, c'mon! It's horrendous!"

"Not as much as your face!"

"Pfft-"

"Wakatoshi?!" Kuroo said, offended that Ushijima almost laughed at Daichi's taunts! "You think you're funny Daichi? I'll show you funny, and, believe me, You'll wish you had given me that nasty thing sooner!"

"No! I already said that I- kahahaha! No! Nohoho! Tihihihickling is cheatihihing!" Daichi giggled brightly, tightly pressing his elbows against his sides as best as he could as Kuroo started to squeeze his waist.

Kuroo had to laugh as he saw Daichi squirming like a worm, still trying to protect that stupid thing.

"I wohohon't lehehet gohoho! No mahahatter whaaahahaha!" Daichi jolted heavily when he felt a pair of hands sneaking under him to tickle the sides of his tummy, his giggling became more frantic and he tried to suppress it against the mat.

"Ah, so you are helping after all, Wakatoshi?" Kuroo asked sarcastically. "I thought you were already on Daichi's side, since you laughed at his stupid joke about my face!"

Wakatoshi chuckled under his breath, "I don't want that thing either. I'm on your side, Tetsu."

"You bohohoth ahahare so mehehean!" Daichi cackled, shrieking when he felt the fingers vibrating on the sides of his belly. "I wohohohon't gihihive uhup!"

Kuroo smirked, "we'll see about that," he said, stopping his tickling at Daichi's waist.

Daichi immediately relaxed his arms a bit, and it was enough for Kuroo to quickly shoot his hands up under Daichi's arms, his fingers wiggling against his armpits.

Daichi gasped before he broke into loud cackling, he tried to roll on his side and, seeing the opening, Ushijima quickly centered his fingers on the middle of Daichi's stomach, right around his belly button, and started to vibrate his hand.

Daichi threw his head back with loud barks of laugh and let himself fall back on his stomach, Ushijima's fingers now clawing at the sensitivity skin as Kuroo's fingers dug into Daichi's armpits.

"STAHAHAP! Nohohoho!" Daichi shook his head and kicked his legs. "Nohohot thehehere, plehehease! Y-You guhuhuys! I'm seheheherious!"

Kuroo hummed, "and I'm dead serious when I tell you that I want that thing far away from here, but do you listen? Of course you don't!"

"I wahahant thihihis thihihing mohohore thahahan yohohou!"

Kuroo gasped, "that's it! Wakatoshi!"

Ushijima rolled his eyes fondly, but he grabbed Daichi's side and pushed him on his back. Daichi barely gasped as Wakatoshi suddenly grabbed his wrists and easily pinned them above his head. The puppet falling miserably to the side.

"No! Nohohoho, plehehease!" Daichi giggled, pulling at his trapped arms, but Ushijima's had an iron grip on his wrists.

Kuroo smirked, "any last worst, Dai?"

Daichi shook his head, looking at Kuroo with a huge grin on his face. "Your- Your fahahace is ahahactually prehehetty!"

Ushijima snorted and Kuroo rolled his eyes, "I'm well aware of that," he said and his fingers scribbled against Daichi's armpits.

The former Karasuno captain nearly lost it. His back arched off the carpet and he desperately pulled at his arms, but he simply couldn't escape his fate.

"What do you say now, Dai? Are you ready to throw that awful thing out?"

Daichi shook his head, "LIHIHIHISTE! It's thehehe behehest- ahahahaha! Plehehease!"

"The best what?" Kuroo asked, rubbing his thumbs against the middle of Daichi's armpits.

Daichi howled with laughter. "DEHEHECORAHATIHION!" He shrieked, "okahahay! Okahahahay! I'll throhohow ihihit! I prohohomise!" He said, lost in hysterical laughter while Kuroo's fingers moved this way and that against his unprotected armpits. He knew exactly what to do to make Daichi beg for mercy, and that he did.

"Tehehetsu! Plehehease! Plehehease, Tohohohshi, mahahahake hihihim stohohop!"

Both Kuroo and Ushijima lifted their heads and looked at each other. There were playful smiles on their faces, but they knew they had to stop soon before Daichi went crazy, plus it looked like they both had a really good idea, if the glint in their eyes meant anything.

"Tell you what, Dai-"

"FIHIHIRST STAHAHAP!"

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"How's that huh? I think it looks pretty cool!"

"I still think this is not good," Ushijima said, faking that he was against this while thing.

"I mean, it's better then having it at our house, right Daichi?"

He couldn't seem to hear them as he watched that hideous puppet decorating the door of Ushijima's flower shop. His eyes sparkled with excitement and he had already taken more than fifty photos with his phone.

Ushijima and Kuroo shared a knowing smile. Well, this place was actually better than seeing that damn thing on their house!

#tickletober2022 #tickletober #tickletober day 13 #haikyuu!!#ushijima Wakatoshi #kuroo tetsuro #sawamura daichi #ushikurodai #ticklish!Daichi #mia's things

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coockie8 · 1 year

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do you have an alternate design for full ghost phantom or is that just the same???

I have been working on an alternate design for Phantom, but it would be something he'd turn into over time if separated from Danny for too long, as opposed to Plasmius who just looks like that; Vlad's Dracula Ghost Form is by Choice because, while lovable (to me <3), Plasmius is a horrifying monstrosity and Vlad doesn't wanna look like that lol.

Phantom's probably not gonna be as creepy as Plasmius, but he's not gonna look like just a colour inverted version of Danny either

#Danny Phantom #Vlad Plasmius #redesign

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juniperhillpatient · 1 year

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The Earth King Re-Watch

This was a fun episode. I wouldn't call it one of my favorites, but I enjoyed it. Seeing Aang & Appa finally reunited is pretty heartwarming. I was a little annoyed & confused by Sokka's random new "positive attitude" even though he had some really endearing moments in this episode. I just don't get it. Yeah, Appa is back but you just discovered an underground creepy brainwashing cult & your old frienemy was killed? You have no reason to believe you're any closer to convincing King Kuei to hear you out? I can see the whole "brand new positive attitude" thing happening once the other good news hits later, but right at the start? It just felt jarring & weird.

Katara saying she wants to leave this horrible place....I will take my "Jet's death mattered" crumbs where I can get them. I think Katara & Toph's idea to leave makes a lot of sense, but so does Sokka & Aang's desire to force Kui to hear them out...I mean, they are trying to plan this attack on the eclipse...So, that was a well-set-up conflict, because both sides make sense. I also absolutely loved the fight scene with the Gaang breaking into the palace! Everything about it was iconic. It was neat to see Aang use earth-bending in a fight against earth-benders too because he usually relies heavily on air-bending. I loved Katara & Sokka apologizing lmao - & Toph saying Kue's distrust after they broke in made sense.

Kue is a bit pathetic & easily pushed around so I'm not a huge fan of him. Bumi has a chaotic morality & he's not always the most LIKABLE person but at least he's fun so I always enjoy him. Kue is just pathetic, & not even in the hot way lol

Possibly the best part of the episode was Katara telling Sokka that he gets to see their dad & Sokka bouncing around in excitement & hugging her & kissing her while she's just like "yeah yeah, I know, I'm great."

[ID: Sokka saying "Nicest....sister...ever!" to Katara while Aang & Toph watch.]

Also, the Gaang talking about how they will miss each other while they're split up was really cute. I loved the group hug & Sokka like "alright alright, we love each other" trying to end the hug was such a mood - me when friends or family try to get all touchy-feely lol! Sokka gets 10 iconic behavior points for interrupting Aang before he could confess his crush on Katara. I wish I was giving out jerk points so I could give them to Aang for the line "yeah, girls are waiting for us." Ugh, pushing the Katara/Aang agenda before Jet's body is even cold? The writers deserve jerk points for that tbh! Not even Aang really, 'cause he's just a kid with a crush, but I'm still allowed to be annoyed.

Anyway. Zuko gets 500 iconic behavior points for doing one nice thing in his entire life & immediately collapsing like a Victorian maiden. Zuko you drama queen, ily. However, while I've said this re-watch has made me appreciate Zukaang I MEANT the romantic ship Zuko & Aang NOT this monstrosity that lives in my nightmares.

[id: a horrifying image of Zuko & Aang's faces combined.]

What the fuck lmao

As for the rest of Zuko's dreams.....Very interesting lines from Azula & a very interesting performance from our lord & savior Grey Delisle. I will say nothing more about that :)

[id: Dennis from It's Always Sunny saying "because of the implication..."]

Anyway *ahem* right, I think Zuko clearly sees his father & sister as sort of devils & Iroh as an angel on his shoulder. This is what the writers were going for, & an unpopular opinion maybe but I think it works to an extent. The biggest issue here is that Zuko continues until the end of the series to treat Iroh like a messiah of good & he never learns to view Azula with any more nuance despite evidence that Iroh is not perfect & Azula is not irredeemable. Another issue I take is that while I love Azula as the embodiment of the Fire Nation & that darker path here, especially right before Crossroads of Destiny, & I actually find the shifting of the blame about Ursa's disappearance & by extension Zuko's bad childhood from Ozai to Azula super interesting - it's again, just something that's never addressed as wrong by the narrative & therefore becomes frustrating.

[id: Azula as a blue dragon next to a scarless Zuko]

I would have liked to see Zuko's black & white way of thinking about his uncle & sister (which is just really obvious here with the angel & devil motifs) addressed by the narrative. However, I don't think the whole "two sides arguing for different paths through dream visions" in itself is bad. It's certainly fun to watch & makes for a nice visualization of Zuko's internal struggle. Oh, Zuko & Azula get +500 iconic behavior points for foreshadowing the Crossroads of Destiny betrayal. I know it's just a fever dream version of Azula, but she still gets the points.

Oh, & Azula, Mai & Ty Lee get 1000 points each for their Kyoshi Warrior surprise reveal at the end. I love them so fucking much.

Anyway, that's all I have for this episode! Tune in next time for more rambling thoughts on the kid's cartoon!

#atla re watch #atla book 2 #the earth king

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greengrungeemo · 2 years

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Mieruko-Chan: One of the Strongest Characters Out There.

Recently, I’ve finished the first chapter manga called Mieruko-Chan, a story of a normal girl living a normal life, until one day it all changes. She suddenly sees the most horrifying creatures throughout her day-to-day life. A simple and fun premise with an outstanding quality: we don’t know the origin of this sudden occurrence.

It’s just one day she spots grotesque and disturbing creatures that vaguely resemble people that nobody else sees. These abominations attempt in every way to catch her attention, yet she never falters. Her strategy is to pretend they’re not there. So then, the reader naturally asks, “why?” If it were any ordinary individual, they’d freak the f*ck out! Like, an “Oh my god!!! There’s severed heads of babies surrounding a womb of a mangled mother!!” sort of deal. Why does she choose to not react? I feel the reason is, she’s already 100 steps ahead of the game.

Let’s put it this way, if she is suffering from a mental illness, whether it’s a visual-auditory hallucination symptom of some kind, or it’s the real deal spirits of Hell, the result will be the same! If she loses her composure, and points out what she sees to others, and they don’t see anything, they’ll think she’s crazy. Not to mention, what will happen when she takes notice of these creatures, they become aware of it, and with this knowledge, they’re able to torment her all the worse? A freaky and precarious situation right here! My astonishment is the sheer fact that she’s able to maintain that composure no matter what creepy monstrosity appears. It says a lot about her emotional resilience and quick-wit.

The premise as a whole says a lot about what people with mental illness do face every day: what they experience, the scary and unpredictable stimuli they encounter, and not quite being able to explain it all without sounding insane. For example, I’ve lived for years with this one-track mind that everything I say would “make sense” to others, be it friends or strangers. It was a stupid mentality. What I’ve learned, the simple reality is that 1) Life isn’t just about my own perspective and 2) logically, some things simply can’t be put together and “make sense” to people. It just doesn’t register as something that can happen to them. The lesson to learn through this is to maintain your composure, always. Keep overcoming that stimuli and push through it.

In this story, she has an awesome best friend, Hana! She’s the scatterbrained, loveable, high-spirits kind of character. The egregious reality is that only Mieruko suffers from this fate, and worse of all, she can’t inform her friend. Imagine the sheer weight of being unable to tell someone you trust most? I think that’s among the most selfless sacrifices one can make - she doesn’t want to get her friend involved in any way, wishes to protect her, and deals with the blows all by herself. That’s amazing. There’s a lesson found right there. Long ago, I trusted my friends so much that I shared every single detail about how I felt to them (I trust them and feel ultra comfortable around them), but what I failed to realize was that I was emotionally dumping on them all that energy. All those details about what’s going wrong. It’s a strenuous thing to encounter that all the time. I wish I realized that much earlier for their sake. I wish I could have shined a brighter, more positive energy and aura around me. That’s sort of how Mieruko feels about Hana! Since Hana is unaware, she lives her life freely, happily, and ordinarily. It’s as if Mieruko lives vicariously through her friend - to grasp any form of normalcy. Hana emits this bursting happy energy, that her presence alone feels like a great distraction to what’s going on around Mieruko - something important to also take from. You can be the clumsiest, silliest, obscure goofball, but that doesn’t matter as long as you’re as true to who you are and you retain a nice and inviting energy around you. It makes a world of difference for Mieruko, and it’ll make a world of difference to loved ones in our lives. <3

So, I suppose the question is, how would you face this fate? Putting this ordeal in your shoes, how would you react?

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I guess I wanted to show my appreciation for this character. Mieruko is badass, and she has a really cool style and vibe. The concept resonated a lot with me and what I had to face in a weird way. Definitely looking forward to reading future chapters! No spoilers please! I highly recommend the series to all my friends. ^-^

#mieruko chan #manga #personal thoughts

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