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fouroddapples · 1 month
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I AM hyped as fuck for the crimson mirror and can't wait to see what's coming, don't get me wrong, but ALSO...tide and bone are CLEARLY not releasing their chokehold on me anytime soon either.
✨I contain multitudes✨
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syn0vial · 1 year
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jango fett really is the master of starting out a thought in wholesome territory and then just gradually letting it devolve into borderline fridge horror, huh.
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ashintheairlikesnow · 6 months
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The Nightingale's Song
Sigh Not So | Secrets Hid Away | Shed Tears Aplenty | Fire Down Below | Rolling Down | Won't You Go My Way? | The Seas No More | The Nightingale's Song |
CW: Dehumanizing language, use of ‘it’ as pronoun for nonhuman whumpee, sadistic whumper, creepy whumper, intimate whumper, fade-to-black noncon implied, magical whump, captivity, minor side character death
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One year after the events of The Seas No More
Gilly, fingers itching to close around the old biddy’s skinny neck, settled for laying the cool compress over her forehead, taking pains to look like nothing so much as the devoted tenant helping his landlady through some terrible mysterious illness. 
It had been a very, very long eight months or so since he'd started this little act, feigning devotion and care for the old woman, and it was with very real relief that he finally saw the end in sight.
Mrs. Neumann’s throat bobbed as she swallowed, her little yappy dog running circles below her where she was laid out on the chaise in her less-fashionable front room. It stopped, now and then, to lick at her fingers, and then ran in circles again. 
“Water, please, Gilly,” Mrs. Neumann croaked, and he smiled solicitously as he tipped the cup to her lips, allowing her only a few sips before pulling it back away. “Thank you, you sweet young man.” Her cold bony fingers closed around his wrist and Gilly suppressed a shudder only with effort. "You have been so good to me, in these hard days..." Her eyes, when they met his, were strangely foggy, as if covered with a sort of film that stood between her and the world. “You have been such a boon to an old woman with no one to care for her. There is some infection, I should think… We must send for the doctor, mustn’t we?”
“The doctor has already come and gone,” Gilly said, leaning close and half-shouting in the hopes she could hear anything he said. Her mouth worked aimlessly, and he gave her more water, although it didn't seem to help. “Do you not remember?” Her hearing had gotten even worse since her illness had taken hold of her - or since the siren's song had convinced her that she was ill, anyway - and soon enough, he thought, all this shouting could finally cease. 
“Oh, he did?,” Mrs. Neumann quavered, eyes watering. But then she seemed to forget her emotions and looked to the side. “I suppose so… He must have. Oh, but Gilly, who is singing? The voice is so fine…”
In the corner, Gilly’s siren sang, plaintive and mournful, as he’d been ordered to. He hadn’t wanted to turn his song to Gilly's will, but with a year of careful teaching he had taught the creature to obey him without hesitation, and they were finally ready to put Gilly’s plan into motion.
It began here.
His future would start here at Mrs. Neumann’s sickbed, where beneath the notes of the lovely song were the commands being worked into the elderly widow’s malleable little mind while she burned with unchecked fever. 
The doctor came and said there is nothing to be done now but rest. Gilly Wentworth cares for you now. Leave him everything you have. He deserves all you have and more. 
He deserves everything. 
“He's a friend,” Gilly replied to her question, shouting right against her ear and getting almost no sign she was aware of him at all. Her eyes shifted, moving as if following the notes of Areyto’s beautiful song. The clouds over her irises were thickening. “He sings well indeed! It was a miracle I found him!"
“As the hart on the mountain so was my love brave,” The siren sang, powerful tenor rising and falling. Its eyes were distant, its body relaxed in a way it never was otherwise. But even Gilly could see that the siren loved the act of using its voice, not only for luring wayward sailors but simply to sing at all. “So handsome, manly and clever. So kind and sincere and he loved me so dear - oh, Edwin, thy equal was never..."
“How beautiful,” Mrs. Neumann whispered, lips barely moving. He watched the fog on her eyes overtake them entirely as the spell in the siren’s voice took hold of her. “Oh, Gilly, you have done more than anyone could ever be asked to do for me… it's a pity, what happened with your father… you should have kept your riches…"
“Yes,” Gilly whispered, leaning closer. “Yes, I should have…"
"A pity," The old woman repeated, reaching blindly for him, unable now to see anything but what the siren commanded. "Such a pity… you deserve everything…"
Gilly shivered with anticipation, breathing harder. "Yes, yes, I do…"
Even the little yappy dog had gone silent, now, head cocked with its ears up as it listened, seated on the ground. Gilly wondered idly if the dog would try to give him all its stupid little bones or something, if the siren’s magic could speak to the hearts of animals, too. 
It didn't work on animals, everyone knew that. But then it wasn't supposed to work on women, either, and here was Mrs. Neumann wholly ensorcelled by it.
He would have to go see Atabei, and tell her, after this was over.
“You have been such a good and kind gentleman…” She murmured, and he held her hand in both of his, soft papery wrinkled skin cradled between his palms. “I will leave you everything, everything you deserve…”
“Yes," Gilly repeated, more insistently this time, leaning even closer. He could smell her now, the rosewater she dabbed at her neck and wrists each day like clockwork when she rose, the sour note of her sweat beneath. It wouldn’t be long now.
As soon as she signed.
“But now he is dead and gone to death’s bed,” The siren continued, “He’s cut down like a rose in full bloom. He’s fallen asleep and left me here to weep by the sweet silver light of the moon…”
Mrs. Neumann’s mouth had fallen open, a look of serenity overtaking her features entirely but for the clouds over her eyes. Gilly left her for the moment and went over to a table near to the door, grabbing the sheaf of papers there, an inkwell and pen. He returned, settled himself back next to her, and began to speak to her in a soft voice.
She heard, somewhere, deep beneath the deafness that had come on her with age and the siren’s song. The siren commanded her to hear him, so she did.
He explained how important it was that she leave her wealth to someone who would use it wisely, that her friends and the church could not be trusted with it - only Gilly Wentworth, who cared for her so faithfully, deserved her fortune.
She nodded, and wept a little at the selfless nature of such a man, and then she took the pen.
The old woman signed every paper he gave her, her signature unmistakably her own and unwavering, even though she never looked directly at any of the words. He’d had these drawn up himself by a solicitor who had remarked, also, on the fine quality of his friend’s singing, before his own eyes had clouded.
When they had left the solicitor's office, the man had remembered no such song, only Gilly himself, and how kind he was to care so for an old woman alone in the world.
He would file the papers, once Mrs. Neumann finally kicked over the bucket and went on to the endless pile of her previous beloved yappy dogs in the sky, waiting for their mistress to greet them. Really, it wasn’t like she was doing anything with her wealth anyway. 
Gilly intended to do quite a lot with her wealth.
“Roll on, silver moon, guide the traveler’s way when the nightingale’s song is in tune,” The siren’s voice shifted, went so painfully sad that tears welled in Mrs. Neumann’s eyes, moved by the mourning the siren could mimic but, Gilly thought, not actually fully feel. “Never more with my lover shall I stray by the sweet silver light of the moon…”
She signed.
And she signed.
And she signed.
When he had all he needed, he put the sheaf of papers back, poured a glass of a scarlet liquid into a crystal cordial glass, and then set it into Mrs. Neumann’s hands, closing her fingers around it. She didn’t seem to notice, frozen in place by the strength and power of the siren’s song. 
Smiling, Gilly walked slowly towards the corner where his captive magic creature stood, lit by the strong yellow sun coming in the windows. Despite the immensity of emotion in its song, there was an emptiness in its dark eyes that sent a thrill down Gilly’s spine and pooled a greedy heat within him begging to be released. The sun touched the edges of its black curls and turned them to gold, shone warm on smooth brown skin.
Naked, it was a vision, an ancient statue brought to life by the favor - or curse - of ancient gods. Gilly came to a stop beside it, looking over its finely-formed face, the imprints of his fingers still, eternally, written clearly in purples and reds around the slim column of its neck. His eyes moved down, following the complicated swell of magical symbols that held it firmly in check, bound it without question to his will. The siren looked down and away from him, the song… shifting just a little. 
The note of wistful loss that the words called for became something stronger but far more painful to hear, a wailing plea to the heavens for help trapped within its perfect pitch. And yet no help could come.
Not for such a monster, not with the magic keeping it still for Gilly’s every touch, for as long as he commanded it to be. 
“His grave I will seek until morning appears and weep for my lover so brave…”
Gilly laid his hand against the siren’s face, palm to its cheek, and its voice wavered a little as its dark eyes closed.
“I’ll embrace cold turf and wash with my tears the flowers that bloom o’er his grave…”
With avid delight and no small amount of desire he followed the trail of a tear that ran down its other cheek and settled at the corner of its mouth. He touched his thumb to the spot and then licked the salt off it. To see the creature at its wicked work was… truly beautiful to behold. To know that it wept because it could do nothing but obey him - him, Gilly Wentworth, just a man in a world full of men and yet now one of the most powerful men alive - was… incredible.
Awe-inspiring.
And they had only just begun.
“Never again shall my bosom know joy,” The siren’s voice dipped to low, a hushed and mournful lament. “With my Edwin I hope to be soon. Lovers shall weep o’er where we both sleep by thy sweet silver light, bonny moon.”
Gilly checked back on Mrs. Neumann, and smiled. She stared off into space, her chest moving fitfully with emotion. The money, the house, the horses even… all of it would be Gilly’s very, very soon.
Really, it was like she was investing in him.
Just like everyone else was going to do.
Pity she wouldn’t see the returns.
“Have her drink what’s in the cup,” He whispered. The siren took a breath and obeyed, changing its power minutely.
“Roll on, silver moon, guide the traveler’s way when the nightingale’s song is in tune…”
Gilly watched as Mrs. Neumann, seemingly in a trance, lifted the cup to her lips and drank it all, swallow after swallow, some of the liquid running from the corners of her mouth to wet her hair and the chaise beneath her. 
He smiled.
“And never, never more with my lover I’ll stray by thy silver light, bonny moon…”
The final note hung in the air, as Mrs. Neumann’s eyes slowly closed. She relaxed back into the chaise, her hand dropping, the cup clinking onto the floor and rolling away, the last drops of poison spilling like water to evaporate and leave no trace of themselves behind.
Gilly exhaled, then walked with purpose back to the siren. 
It raised its eyes, briefly, to meet his just as he grabbed it by the arms and shoved its back against the wall. A gilded mirror hanging next to it crashed to the ground, cracking into pieces, and the little dog took to yapping again. 
It stared at him with naked, unhidden fear. 
“Good,” Gilly murmured, an inch from its false man’s face. Uneven breath on its lips, those eyes like pools of deep water locked on his. There were still red welts on its back, new ones thanks to Gilly discovering that even its pain sounded pretty, and he enjoyed the soft sound the siren made as its back was ground against the wallpaper.
He put one hand around its neck, thumb pressing just over its pulse, and felt it flutter and jump under his touch as the siren bared its neck to him, as he had taught it always to do. To defy even this touch would result in a misery the stupid sea creature could not bear. Even the dumbest animals could be trained, after all. Even the stupidest, most stubbornly beautiful man-shaped things could learn. 
Its voice was thin and airy. “M-Master-... please-"
“You did wonderfully,” He breathed. “A perfect tool for my will. Now we must find someone to take the dog - it’s irritating but I won’t leave it to starve here, will I? I’m not so heartless as all that - and then we’ll sell the house and the horses and all this nonsense and frippery she keeps… and then we’ll be on our way, won’t we?” He leaned forward, speaking against the siren’s ear just to feel the way its body shivered against his. “You and I. Now. Kneel for me.”
“Yes, master.” Its voice went dull. Its mimicry lost its shine, and everything fell flat from its mouth like heavy stone. It always spoke like that, when he commanded it to its knees. 
Gilly didn’t mind. 
Behind him, as the poison took hold, he heard Mrs. Neumann's breath go suddenly rapid and rasping, heard her fall from the chaise to the floor, arms and legs rigid, muscles spasming.
It would only last a few moments.
Then she would slip into unconsciousness and finally to her death, and Gilly would be one step closer to everything he'd ever wanted.
He let go and stepped back, watching the siren gracefully sink down onto Mrs. Neumann’s expensive woven rug.
Gilly put a hand in its hair, gripped tight enough to make it whimper with the pain when he pulled its head back. “I need to write a letter to Atabei." His other hand worked at his breeches, and his eyes took in the way the thing shuddered at the sight with greedy, rising lust. "Have to tell her it worked on a woman. I should see if it works on other women... Need to tell Beibei I finally have the coins to come see her for a visit. Be dressed in real finery, for once."
"Yes, master."
"Sssshhh. Open your mouth for me."
He closed his eyes, buried both hands in the siren’s thick hair, and gave himself over to his triumph and the perfect pleasure of the siren’s tears. 
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muscosus · 1 year
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laios is so normal. he's such a good boy. it's everyone else who's fucking insane
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zestyderg · 1 year
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Ok I know we like to joke about guhnash looking like a tadpole but what if
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artofdiana · 5 months
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-The Gardener- You call on them when things go terribly wrong. Image: Illustration of a moonlit conservatory taken over by giant carnivorous plants. Opposite the plants stands the Gardener, dressed in dungarees, rubber boots and a shirt on their thin and tall body made of smoke. The smoke from their head trailing behind them while they're holding onto a scythe in one arm. The Gardener is looking relaxed, maybe a bit annoyed, almost like this is a common occurrence they have to deal with. --------
Drawtober number 4. Prompt was moonlit conservatory. I had so much fun drawing this one. They're a new OC for sure, more character info will be coming shortly.
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blinkpen · 1 year
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Have you thought about giving Grimstone her own girlfriend. I feel bad for her lol
For the most part, Grimstone generally prefers flings, and oh, Whatever you do, don't tell her that,
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whatudottu · 7 months
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Hey, hey Shockwave? Your fucked up clone is digging through the butcher's off-cuts
AKA I watched a video about Tarrare and also found a similarly hungry lad during the same time that apparently ate 174 cats dead or alive
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grinchwrapsupreme · 9 months
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One thing Being Human does really well is show the different ugly ways trauma can manifest - anger, sadness, becoming convinced of things that aren't true - and how conflicting traumas can result in actively hostile relationships
#don't click on the tags unless you want to read so so much#being human uk#i was thinking about this a lot especially wrt the first ep of season 2 where george is being SUCH an ass to nina#and it's a great example of like#they are both going through something extremely traumatic#like to the point where they cannot support one another at all#nina's whole perspective of the world has just changed and she may now be a monster#meanwhile george has killed someone - the thing he's feared most since the beginning - and they didn't show it but#presumably he would have woken up covered in herrick's viscera#like those are two insane things to process no matter who you are#and annie and mitchell cannot help them so they're both just lashing out at each other wondering why no one cares#george and nina have to relive the trauma of being infected every month when they change and go through that painful process#mitchell relives the trauma of being turned every time he feeds or sees the victim of a different vampire#all three of them have to be reminded they are monsters and are a danger to everyone around them#including themselves#and annie relives her trauma every goddam day living in that house#and every time she sees owen#whether she realizes it or not#and she tries to remedy this by feeling needed#and that's another thing about the show!!#how all of them show specific responses to trauma#george and nina react with fear and intense anger#mitchell reacts with a stand-in for addiction - seeking substances or trying desperately to avoid those substances#annie reacts with memory loss and the desire to be needed#and all four of them react by trying to have a normal life while being convinced that they can never have one#and so much more!!#the scene in the second episode where tully tries to kill himself and george just walks away?#that is not normal!!#george is so convinced of being a monster that he will behave like a monster#yes he goes back for him but that initial response is so indicative of what the trauma has done to him so early into the show
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purecalcium66 · 11 months
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so i kinda forgot about this arg but then the new video came out recently and i'm excited again hehe
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Isn't it embarrassing when the same people who call Sam a class traitor for leaving his violent family and have a hate-boner for Anna foe getting in the way of their ship and like to defend DEAN every time he kills a monster (uwu he was justified because he's my specialist boy) get really angry about Sam killing Emma Winchester
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randomnameless · 9 months
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To be fair, AM is Dimitri's story, his trauma and his relationships with rest of the Blue Lions, Byleth and Supreme Leader. So as much as it sucks that it doesn't get addressed, the Nabatean vs Agarthan doesn't really have much to do with Dimitri. It's why you can defeat one of the big Agarthan generals in the final map without any fanfare or acknowledgement from Dimitri's end.
With SS/CF, Supreme Leader is working with the Agarthans so the Nabateans vs Agarthans conflict comes into play there and for Claude, well he wanted to learn about Fodlan's secrets so it's believable for him to also gain knowledge about the Nabatean vs Agarthan conflict in VW.
Yep, that's why AM is so frustrating.
You are teased with Idunn, Jahn and the subsequent worldbuilding, but in the end, you only get rid of Marquis Laus/Zephiel and call it a day.
And while AM is a good character driven story, in a nutshell - Dimitri learns what it means to be a Lord, for the others, but also for himself - but ultimately not one I am terribly invested in.
It had a good concept of "Lord falls then rises up" but with Hresvelg Grey galore (Flamey ? Who is Flamey?) and the "told but not seen" maxim, the story just imo ends in a "nice" box, without anything else.
I disagree about the conflict between Agarthans and Nabateans being developped in SS/CF and VW because, hey, bar Thales going all "stupid pointy ears you banished us to oblivion so I'll suicide us all to get rid of you!" it's just... there.
We know there is some backstory between the two factions, but it ends up before it starts.
SS/VW receives an infodump (yay!) from Rhea but that's it. We don't understand the crux of said conflict, just see some of its consequences, don't push Camp A against Camp B and see what comes of it, no, it's just Camp C (Billy is Sothis's host, but never knows what everything is about) getting rid of Agarthans. Was Rhea there during the initial war, what have the mole people done to the world to make Sothis angry, did Sothis really erase all humanity like they claim, who are the "humans" living on the surface, is Fodlan really a post apocalyptic world -
The routes will never answer - at best the DLC added a book from the agarthan POV more or less confirming parts of Rhea's infodump, but that's it.
Tru Piss isn't interested with Fodlan's lore and answers - we're just following Supreme Leader as the world burns, so it's the only case where I can buy the "let's not focus too much on the Agarthans vs Nabateans conflict".
And ultimately, this underlaying conflict imo sort of contradicts the good endings/visions we end up with VW/AM
VW's ends prejudice/borders so everyone should be able to live together despite their differences?
Sothis landed on Fodlan, shared tech with Fodlan people, who used said tech to try to kill her, she retaliated and it culminated with the genocide of her children.
How can you coexist with people who are different from you if said people want to slaughter you?
AM is, as you said, mainly Dimitri's story, but I think it is summed up with thos lines :
If we could just accept each other and make mutual concessions, one step at a time... Perhaps... Who knows if that's even possible. Everyone has something that is unacceptable within them. I certainly do, and I'd wager you do as well. I wonder which is best, Professor... To cut away that which is unacceptable, or to find a way to accept it anyway...
It's the same story, what if some people want to accept each other and are ready to make concessions, but the other people don't want to make concessions, and use chainsaws to vivisect the first group?
Dimitri's journey is to reject the "cut away that which is unacceptable", as he tries to offer his hand to Supreme Leader (and she ignores it). But with Agarthans and Nabateans, how could this work? To Thales'n'pals, a good Nabatean is a relic dead Nabatean, and for what it's worth, Nopes heavily suggests Rhea knew since day 1 Barney had some "agarthan presence" but still welcomed them, so Nabateans reach their hand out, and the only Agarthans we see pull the chainsaws.
Should Nabateans still reach their hand out and accept Agartha's prejudice - the same prejudice that led to their genocide ?
Or in that specific case - because fantasy life isn't real life and you can't really make concessions with people who want to get rid of a race on this specific topic - the "earl grey" is flushed down the toilet and the "a good pointy ears is a relic" faction is cut away?
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inky-evergreen · 1 year
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Here is my design of Ramona Bynes :D
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I keep seeing these fucking Monster High makeup videos where they make themselves look like the characters and they do it with the sound of "Monster High Fright Song" which will now be more in my head then before LMAO. I don't even watch Monster High but I'm obsessed. (It was a show I watched as a younger kid but never again sadly.)
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wigdevil · 3 months
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Nothing to see here just a normal old man enjoying some Normal Humanoid Sustenance normally which he is completely normal about
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bigbugmonsters · 7 months
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A liar 'nun' who pretends he's sent from heaven, to feed on offerings and give into his hedonistic desires and gluttony.
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