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Hi!! What are your personal favourite fics ever ? And could u do a list of your fav deleted fics? I think I really just need new fics to read Haha Xx
Oh, I love that question. Okay, I already have a list of Favorite Fics, but here are my fave deleted ones:
Into The Blue by Zarah5 (E, 117K) honestly, I love all of this author’s fics, but I think this is my favorite of theirs. Louis as a flirty scuba instructor? Newly single Harry who just wants a fling? Boys living on other sides of the world who only have a few weeks together? Heartbreak. Hot af smut. OT5 friendship. Please….give me all that shit.
Pull Me Under by zarah5 (E, 140K) One of the very first fics I read when I came into this fandom…and I’ve read it multiple times since. Zarah’s fics hold up every time. This one has it all, great pacing, ot5 friendship, banter, super sexy smut, etc etc. Plus, Louis being super jealous of Harry’s best friend.
to hell with romancing by bottomlinsons (E, 8K) This is worth reading for Harry’s internal monologue alone. This is just a funny fic that morphs into a sweet and really sexy one.
Dream Awake by protagonist_m (M, 31K) beautifully written, this one pulled me in and I got lost in the story so deeply. It’s one of those fics that really deserved a wider audience.
pretty in pink by hereforlou (E, 6K) I love this author’s writing and they give suck a realistic portrait of an established relationship in this one: Harry is whiny and needy. Louis is indulgent and loving. The whole thing is very sexy.
into joy i’m sailing by hereforlou (E, 5K) This fic is so tender and soft and sexy. The whole idea behind the fic was just something that felt very real and so fully realized.
This is cheating, but I honestly love so many of hereforlou’s fics, so here are all the ones I have.
feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream by togetherwecouldbealright (M, 123K) I read this one so, so long ago that all I remember is that I loved it, that there’s some really romantic and sweet moments, and that my notes from way back when only say, “OMG this one is so good! And I’ve barely gotten to the smut!” HAHAHAHA!
Good Enough to Eat by objectlesson (E, 7K) This author always does such a good job with depicting young, queer love and the way their characters experience the overwhelm of realizing they’re not straight, realizing the’ve met their Person, pining, and giving in. I love a lot of their fics, but I think this is my favorite of them. However, I highly recommend looking through all of them.
as he that sleeps here swims by Acavall (M, 23K) This was one of the very first fics I read in the fandom way back in 2013. It’s sweet and charming and a little melancholy (happy ending of course). Harry’s a ghost, there’s a little magic involved, and there’s a sweet 8K epilogue, as well.
In Vogue by otpforever (M, 121K) This one is just….so much. The intensity of the characters, the crazy hot smut (oh god, the window scene), the FASHION, the angst (I had to take a walk around the block after reading it), the epic love story between two men who could rule the world if they could just figure their shit out. Loved it.
like a boomerang by youwill (M, 48K) Very loosely based on the movie Groundhog’s Day (essentially just the concept of reliving a day over and over), this fic is delightful and charming and really worth a read.
Take Care Down By The Water by shyserious (M, 37K) Not quite mermaids, but oh my goodness I loved this fic. Magical realism, mythical creatures, dreamy/moody atmosphere, beautiful writing.
Where Your Heart Is by tvshow_addict (E, 154K) One of my all-time favorite fics and an absolute must read IMO. Chock full of hurt/comfort (both emotionally and physically), this fic is so moving and so beautiful and will take you on an emotional roller coaster ride from start to finish.
The Road Less Travelled by freetheankles E, 98K) Also known as “the lumberjack fic”, this fic is an instant classic. The author makes widowed Louis’ pain and depression so real and so moving. The characters are three-dimensional and complex and the well written sexual tension is finally relieved with super hot smut.
You Always Make Me Smile by champagneboyband (E, 60K, WIP) Yes, it’s a WIP. I’m listing it because the hope that someday it will be updated gives me the will to live. But also because even as a WIP this fic has everything I love. The characters are multi-faceted, the sexual chemistry is off the charts, the background story is complex enough to give the story numerous possibilities for angst and everything else. WHY MUST IT REMAIN A WIP???
something so precious about this by champagneboyband (E, 4K) this is just endearing and awkward and so well written. I love how much you get a sense of their connection and their inexperience and how much they care for each other in just a few thousand words.
I have lots more that I haven’t read, but of the ones I have, these are my faves. You can also check my DELETED FICS tag for more or search my blog for an author’s name. If someone has asked for their fics, it will be tagged.
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Midnight
Notes: Sorry for the lack of updates. High school, my beloathed. Anyway, this is from my phone's notes, some of y'all alr read it from the gc, but here it is for those who haven't!
TW: Non-con drugging, blood mention, yandere whumper, implied touch-starvation
Everything. They could hear everything, from the careful, light patter of their bare feet on the cold ceramic, the air flowing in from the little crack in the wall, and their own erratic breathing.
They can barely see, but they've been in this damned mansion long enough to know every seemingly inconsequential detail of it by heart. They make their way almost mechanically around the place, but in a speed that would normally frustrate them, a necessary precaution.
They can't help but take one too many fleeting glances behind them, flinching at any little noise or movement of the shadows. Their heart felt like it was in their knees, beating at a speed they never knew it was capable of.
Their grip tightens on the pair of sneakers clutched in their left hand, never mind that it was 'a gift' from Whumper. Survival outweighed pride here. They have to do this, it's their only chance. The sweet, seemingly treacherous promise of freedom is the only thing that helps calm their nerves, stops them from falling in an unconscious heap on the floor after being paralysed with fear.
They finally make it to the door, feeling the rush of adrenaline course through their veins as they unlock it, the sweet taste of the midnight air on their tongue, its coolness feeling great on their burning face, the all-encompassing euphoria of freedom pulsing through them like a chemical injected swiftly into their veins. . .
Oh so beautiful, oh so short-lived. They feel a steady grip around their form, neither harsh nor painful, but firm and impossible to break out of.
Whumper lets out an amused chuckle which sends shivers down Whumpee's spine. They feel the heat radiating of their captor's sleep-warm form, not that it brings them any comfort.
"Tsk tsk, is this what we agreed upon, Whumpee? I thought you knew better than to make such a mistake. And after all I've done for you," they breathe out, mock-wistfulness lining their tone.
Whumpee's heart rate accelerates, and their whole body stiffens up in mere moments. "Oh, relax, will you?" Whumper kneads out the tension in their muscles with one hand, the other still keeping its death grip on them. They despise how their shoulders sag, how soothing the touch feels, how their body betrays them.
"Y-you h-hurt me," they stammer, furiously blinking away the tears forming on the tips of their lashes.
"I only do that when you misbehave, Whumpee," they half-growl through gritted teeth, now digging their nails into the skin, drawing blood, and it was their luck that Whumper liked to keep theirs long, and they let out a wince. At that, Whumper smirks, resuming the careful rubbing of Whumpee's back again. "How else will you learn? Rules don't stick without consequences."
Whumpee let out a strangled cry they fail to completely muffle. "Shhhh," Whumper soothes.
They produce a syringe from their pocket, filled with a strange, blue liquid. Whumpee's emerald eyes widen like saucers, and they feel their breathing hitch, and a soft whine escapes their lips.
Whumper only lets out a soft laugh, shaking their head. They inject the azure contents of the syringe straight into the now-sobbing Whumpee's bloodstream. The needle hurts like hell, and they're engulfed by a consuming dizziness as the world around them dissolved into pitch black darkness.
They wake up in their room to a hand running through their hair and a warm smile. "Care-Caretaker?" they half-yawn, voice still hoarse from sleep.
The shrill cackle, the ever-so-subtle tightening of the grip on their hair and the "No, sweetheart," provide more than enough in terms of an answer to their question."
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'Bloodstream' by Ed Sheeran, with Loki for the fanfic festival! ☺️ Thank you!
MCU FANFIC MUSIC FESTIVAL, ENTRY #5
"Burning"
Pairing: Loki x Reader (post-breakup)
Summary: After Loki failed to understand what you wanted in your relationship, you left. Thor takes Loki to a bar.
Word Count: 770
Content Warning: breakup woe, self-medicating with alcohol
Loki finished his Merlot with ease. “I don’t believe this has any intoxicating elements in it,” he grunted, pushing away the glass of red wine. “Three glasses and I still feel completely competent.”
Thor shrugged and buried his nose in a fresh mug of beer, bits of foam from the head sticking to his blonde beard as he resurfaced for air. “Oh, brother, I assure you it’s the strongest wine in this place.”
“So, tell me when it kicks in.”
“Our innards are used to the more intense libations of our own people,” Thor explained. “Midgardian alcohol is more subtle. It’ll happen in time.”
“It had better.”
His mind still had one image burned into it: the image of your back as you turned away from him for the last time.
He hadn’t seen it coming. At first, you had wanted to understand his nature and work with it. You decided to move slowly, building the foundations of something more intimate than the one-night stands he was having with other lovers (of all genders). At first, Loki seemed to go along with it. He even said he loved you.
Yet, he kept bringing people into his bed that weren’t you, always insisting that as long as it was sex and not love that motivated a romp, it wasn’t necessarily cheating. Soon, you realized that perhaps, he was not meeting you halfway, as he should have by now. After months of you begging Loki to commit to your relationship as a monogamous arrangement, you’d finally given up on the hope of ever being the only one to satisfy the Prince of Asgard.
“Loki, I need someone to love me and only me.”
“I do love you, Y/N.”
“No, you really don’t. I clearly don’t satisfy you. Meanwhile you refuse to even consider how I feel after hearing that you’d done it again.”
“You cannot just force me to be who I am not.”
“Then there can’t ever be an ‘us.’ I’m sorry.”
“I don’t understand,” Loki mumbled, looking into his empty glass a moment before raising it up. “Another.”
He brought the glass down, smashing it on the floor at his feet halfheartedly.
“Goddamn it, kid!” yelled the bartender from the other end of the counter, in the middle of serving a fuzzy navel to a young man in red. “Next one’s going on the tab! This ain’t a china shop!”
“Oh piss off and bring me something more aggressive than this fruit juice swill,” Loki replied bitterly.
The bartender rolled his eyes. “If it’ll make you pass out faster and stop smashing my glasses.”
Thor looked over at his saddened brother with pity. “Brother, it will pass.”
“No, it won’t,” he replied, his voice filled with regret. “I can feel my veins burn with the alcohol, but my brain is still dry. I think I see with more clarity somehow than before I came here.”
The irate bartender placed a shot glass and an entire bottle of Jack Daniels on the counter in front of Loki. “Knock yourself out…please.”
Loki took the glass and poured it to the rim with whiskey before downing it in one gulp. He hadn’t expected the liquid to singe his throat all the way down. It tasted like malted lighter fluid. This is more like it…
“Loki, you have brains that I am afraid to admit I do not,” Thor said. “For as much as I believe in the medicinal properties of a good mug of ale, I think you should refrain from losing your mind tonight.”
The younger brother shook his head. As if triggering some chemical reaction, the shaking made his head spin as soon as he stilled, and it was as if the booze in his body was finally beginning to kick in. His thoughts return to you, made rosier by the reacting alcohol finally starting to disable his external senses.
He swore for a moment that he saw you elsewhere in the bar, standing against the way, one foot on the floor and the other against the wall, a cigarette in hand, slowly puffing away your own pain. However, upon blinking a few times, a clearer look showed that the smoking woman was, in fact, not you.
Still, the specter made eye contact with you, winking. “I was ready and waiting for you. You should have loved me,” the hallucination of your face spoke.
“I did love you…” he muttered out loud, putting his head down on the table, unable to discern reality from mind anymore. “...I just forgot what love was.”
Loki took another shot, praying this would be the dose that brought on the gentle, black cover of unconsciousness.
No such luck.
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Cleansing and Protecting Your Home from Negative Energy
Written by: Sapphire Moon
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January 30, 2021
10 Minute read
Sometimes we have a build up of negative energy within our homes, sometimes from ourselves and sometimes from others. It may follow an illness or a disagreement, but equally could have been brought in by visitors to your home or maybe it’s left over from previous owners of the house or even possessions. There are many traditions that we can adopt to help prevent or remove this unwanted energy. We can raise our vibrations, encourage negative ions and also employ the use of various ancient practices, tools or charms. It’s important to cleanse your own energy too so that you are not constantly bringing the negativity back into your home.
Raising your vibrations
I’m not a scientist but I can tell you that we are made of vibrating particles and energy. The same is true for the world around us. We can’t see the vibrations because they’re too small, however they are there. A lowering of your vibrations can be caused when you have negative emotions, you are tired or ill. Raising your vibrations usually means that you have become self aware of your emotions and thoughts and are actively doing something to become more positive. This can be done in any way that suits you, like listening to uplifting music, reading positive quotes aloud, getting creative, going for a walk in nature, dancing, being with upbeat friends, watching a funny film or through meditation. On a basic level, raising your vibrations, means to encourage positivity into your life and thoughts.
Fill your home with Negative Ions – Salt Lamps
Positive ions are small molecules that have gained a positive charge. Most forms of pollution, pollen, mold, and other harmful chemicals in the air carry a positive electrical charge, making them positive ions. Positive ions are also created from electromagnetic fields generated by computers, mobile phones, and other electronic devices which have been linked to all sorts of health problems, including breathing problems, tiredness, headaches, anxiety, nausea, lack of energy etc..
Himalayan Salt Lamp
Negative Ions have the opposite effect on our well being. They occur naturally near water falls or moving water such as the sea, and people often notice that they always feel better when they are near the ocean. Negative Ions also exist in the ultra violet rays of the sun, in thunder storms and are even produced as a natural part of the growth process of some plants. If you can not get any rays or get to the beach, you could try a Himalayan salt lamp. These are believed to change the ions from positive to negative. Once the negative ions reach the bloodstream, they are believed to produce a biochemical reaction that increases the level of serotonin, helping to alleviate depression and stress, with the added bonus of boosting our daytime energy. Research supports the positive effects it has on cognitive performance, antimicrobial activity (killing or inhibiting the disease causing microbes), and the reduction of depression symptoms for some. There is not enough evidence to prove the other claimed benefits but many believe it really helps and belief is a powerful tool. I have three Himalayan salt lamps, one by my computer, one in the main living area and one in the bedroom. I also have several Himalayan salt, tealight holders that I can move around when and where I want. Running water features are also an excellent idea.
Smudging
People all over the world have long since used Smudging to remove negative energy from a room or space. This is an ancient practice of burning herbs, flowers or wood as a way to cleanse a space and to invite in positive energy. Once lit, the flames are allowed to die so that the embers produce smoke, this is allowed to drift through the room so that the smoke can cleanse the room and purify the area. Many believe that this is helped by chanting your intent as you waft the smoke to encourage it to reach all areas. The most common herb to be burned is sage. Scientists have observed that sage can clear up to 94 percent of airborne bacteria in a space and disinfect the air. When sage is burned, it releases negative ions, which is linked to putting people into a positive mood. So it’s good for you and your home. Don’t forget to open a window to release any negative energy. (See Smudging Page for more details). I grow and harvest sage from my own garden and will usually smudge my house once a month. If you are unable to purchase or make your own smudge stick (bound herbs for burning) you can also use an incense stick, I often use White sage or Nag Champa in the winter time.
Salt
Salt is pure and anything that is impure is repelled by it no matter what colour you use. Salt has been used for a very long time, by many different cultures and religions, it is believed to purify, absorb negativity and ward off evil spirits. In addition salt has always been used for sterilizing and preserving, it is even used today to clean wounds rather than plain water and salt baths are still recommended following some surgeries.
Salt can be sprinkled in a thin line around your property or across the threshold of all doors, in font of all windows and chimneys to deter any spirits or demons from entering your home. A ring of salt keeps your own energies in, and other energies out. A dish of salt by your bed, or a circle of salt around your bed is said to stop a spirit or ghost from appearing. It can be placed in all 4 corners of your home to dispel negativity. It can be dissolved in a spray bottle full of warm water and used as a cleaner on surfaces around your home (avoid surfaces that react to salt). Personally, I have an additional bath once a month with added salt, lavender and bicarbonate of soda as it is not only good for the skin but it decreases stress, helps with insomnia and soothes pain.
Crystals
Crystals are semi-precious stones that are believed to all have their own vibrational energy and as such they have many different uses. The most commonly used for house protection are Black Tourmaline and Selenite. Black Tourmaline is said to protect from all forms of negative energy. Selenite is thought of as a guarding stone, it is both protective and thought to bring about a peaceful and calming quality to your home. They are best placed either centrally or, if you have enough, in all four corners of your home. Rose quartz is also a favourite of many to attract a peaceful and loving energy into a home, most often used in the living area or bedrooms.
Protection Bells
Protection Bells or Witch’s Bells
Handmade Protection Bells or Witch’s Bells are said to bring positivity, break up bad energy and dispel negativity! Cleansing by sound is an ancient practice to break up negative vibrations. Hanging bells on your door helps raise vibrations through their sound, when the door is opened and closed. This simple magic is said to help keep negativity and spirits that mean you harm away from you and your family. They are also believed to invoke good energy when placed in cupboards or hung on doors.
Protection Bells are a good way for sound to be automatically created at the entrance to your home, or individual rooms, each and every time someone enters or opens a door or window. You can also use other sounds on an individual basis like ringing a hand bell, clapping your hands or playing music, this is especially good to clear the negativity from a room after a disagreement or for spaces where you can’t place anything permanently.
Hag stones
Hag Stone Key Charm
Hag stones are stones that have a naturally occurring hole in them, that has been caused by water erosion. They are said to retain the power of the sea and are known to have been used for hundreds of years. They are considered to be a strong protection tool and are still used today by many farmers and fishermen to ward off evil spirits and bad luck. In the home they are placed near to doors and if you have several, on window sills too. Hang a hag stone by your door to ward off any bad energy form entering. Tied to a key they are also thought to keep your house safe while it is locked.
Spirit House
If you think there may be a bad or mischievous spirit in your home, some cultures believe that rather than trying to banish them, give them somewhere to live. Place a Spirit House outside the front of your house on a raised platform or pillar. Spirit Houses are usually about the size of a bird house, made of wood or clay and are created as a representation of your home as an alternative place for the spirits to reside. It is believed that the nicer the house, the more likely the spirits are to move in, some people even put tiny pieces of furniture inside. Tell the spirit you live in the house now but they are welcome to move into the Spirit House.
Another similar belief is the Spirit House made from a bottle or any glass container where the contents can be seen from the outside. The bottle is filled with various items such as coloured string, wire, herbs, shiny buttons, bright pieces of fabric scraps, anything that may look interesting, closed with a cork, stopper or cap and then sealed with candle wax. When ready it can be placed up in the rafters, in the attic or on a high shelf where it will not be disturbed and then the spirit is “invited in”. It is said that you should never open the bottle again for fear of letting any spirits go free.
The Witch’s Ball
This is similar to the Spirit House bottle, in that you fill a glass ball (such as a christmas tree ornament) with strands of wool or cotton, protective herbs, crystals and charms and then seal it. It could also be made with coloured glass made in a swirled pattern or filled with coloured wax, which is heated and allowed to flow round the inside to form random markings. Many variations are readily available to buy. The Witch’s Ball is hung in entrances such as windows or inside doors. This old practice works on the belief that any malevolent spirits will be attracted by the colours and once they enter, will be forever mesmerised by the contents of the Witch’s ball. The strands inside the ball will also prevent the spirits from escaping. Personally, I think they are also beautiful and have several in my house.
Witch Bottle
The Witch Bottle has been around for centuries, it is believed they were originally made by witches to ward off any evil spirits, to deflect negative energy, curses, hexes or wrong doing away from their home and themselves. Others believe they were made my ordinary folk to keep the witches away. I think the former is more likely or many more of them would have been discovered by now. The earliest examples have been found in England but some have been unearthed in other countries too.
How the Witch Bottle is created.
A lidded or corked bottle, made of glass or pottery, is filled half way with sharp objects like old nails, bent pins or broken glass, salt and a piece of string or ribbon that has been dyed red. The sharp objects to deflect ill luck and bad spirits, salt for purification and the ribbon or string for added protection. Then urine from the householder is used to top up the bottle, so that it is linked to that person and their home. In our modern era the idea of urinating in the bottle is a bit much for some and so the practice of adding wine and spitting into it has been adopted by those who prefer not to use urine. Next the bottle is sealed, whether it is by a modern screw top lid or a cork depends on what type of bottle or jar has been used. If a cork has been used it can be further protected and sealed by the use of hot wax, dripped over, to coat and seal the top fully. The bottle is then put in a place where it will remain undisturbed. Traditionally it would be buried under a doorstep, bricked up within a wall or placed high up in an attic.
Brigids Cross
A Brigid’s cross is usually made from reeds, rushes or straw. It has a woven square in the middle and four arms that are tied at each end. It is made on the pagan festival of Imbolc which is the first of February, marking the beginning of spring, also more latterly celebrated as St Brigit’s day. It is traditionally placed over doorways and windows to ward off evil, harm, fire and hunger.
Burden Basket
Place a small wire or loose mesh basket outside your front door. Then metaphorically leave any burdens you are returning home with, in the basket, for the wind to carry away.
Red Brick Dust
Red brick dust is a cleansing and protecting powder used to clean front steps, window sills or other entrances. It derives from the ancient use of red ochre clay for sacred purposes. Used regularly in protection spellwork. A line of this red dust across your doorway protects your house from any unwanted presence and it’s use in an amulet or mojo bag is often practiced for personal protection.
Grotesque statue
You can use any statue you like but it is thought the more scary the face the more likely it is to scare away any evil spirits, negativity or ill wishers. Once you have placed your statue in a place where you feel it can watch over you and your home (it can be inside or out and best facing your main entrance), tell it what it’s duty is. Ask it to protect you, your loved ones and your house. When you get up or leave the house ask the statue to “do it’s duty” and remember to say “thank you” on your return or when you go to bed at night. I have a few watching over my home and loved ones.
There are many more practices from around the world, to bring peace and positive energy into your space, you should choose whichever practices resonate with you. You can make your own tools and charms or you can readily buy any of them online.
Stay safe and keep positive!
Sapphire Moon
Hope y’all find this article helpful. Just sharing the knowledge. I am not the author.
Blessed be!
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Arachnophobia part two
Bad English my bad x2!
He woke up in some basement, tied to a chair. He struggled, but it was no use. His arms and legs were bound not by ropes, but by bindings, like on an electric chair. He looked around: the setting was like a horror movie. A scratched, old table with some chemical equipment on it, shelves with a lot of tubes and vials, a floor piled with books and papers. And on top of the cabinet was a bird's nest. In it sat a black bird, staring at the unwilling guest with an evil look. Jeff didn't know much about birds, but he assumed it was a raven. Suddenly the bird cawed and circled a little, sat down on the arm of the chair, twirled its head, reached for the collar of his shirt and tore off a piece of cloth. The satisfied crow immediately flew away, taking its prey to its nest.
"What?!" - shouted an exasperated Jeff.
Whether it was the residue of alcohol or not, or whether he didn't realize the danger of the situation he was in, he wasn't afraid. Suddenly there were hurried footsteps. Someone was coming downstairs to the lab.
Ah, awake already. Well, happy awakening," the black figure said snidely.
Jeff could see the stranger closer now, his tattered black robe hanging just below his knees, his hands clad in dark blue fingerless gloves, his tall, pointed hat adding to the menace. But the creepiest thing of all were the eyes. Large and red, they burned from beneath a white canvas mask. Oh, shit. It was the Scarecrow.
Many things had been heard about the Scarecrow, but no one could say anything with certainty. Except for a few things. Supervillain. Possessed by fear and extremely dangerous. Name, Jonathan Crane. Past history, unknown. If you recognize him on the street, don't panic or let him see you. If he's interested in you and kidnaps you, pray to God, but rely on Batman. God won't help you.
Why has Jeff never had any luck? Why Scarecrow? Why not any of Gotham's other supervillains? He would have settled for the Ventriloquist. Shape Shifter. Maybe even the White Shark. All but the Joker and the Scarecrow. But it was a monotonous voice that brought him out of his musings on the unfairness of life:
"What's your name?"
"Jeff Carter."
Easy, Jeff, easy. Don't show fear. But don't be cocky. Answer all his questions. Hold out until Batman gets here. He's probably already looking for you. Sarah was supposed to file a missing persons report.
"Great. What are you afraid of?"
"I don't know."
"That's a shame. Okay, well, then I'll take a wild guess. Insectophobia?"
"W-what?"
"Ah, yes. Insectophobia is a fear of insects. Are you afraid of insects, Jeff?"
"How do you know?"
"Did I guess?"
"Let's say you did."
That's good.
What's good, asshole? What's good about it? Oh, God, I wish I had help in time.
The madman went to the racks, ran his fingers over the vials, looking at them lovingly, and finally pulled one out. He hummed a tune. He began to draw the liquid into the syringe. Halfway through, he stopped and approached Jeff.
"Stay away from me, you freak! Stay away!"
The syringe jammed into his arm. The poison started to enter the bloodstream. Jeff started to twitch as hard as he could, but the chair held him tightly in its grasp. Suddenly he saw an insect on his lap. Slowly it crawled over him. A second one appeared. A third. A fourth. Soon there was already a horde of insects crawling upward, toward Jeff's face. They covered him in a moving carpet. He covered his mouth, hoping they wouldn't get inside. But in vain. They penetrated through his ears. Their rustling echoed. You could feel them crawling up the ear canal to the brain. They got to the insides. They started gnawing on them. Devouring his lungs, his heart, his spleen, they laid eggs in the ruins of his body. Soon his stomach was bloated and moving with insects. They were breeding and hatching every second. Enjoyed his torment. Made him their sanctuary.
Jeff screamed like he'd never screamed in his life. The dark figure unbuckled him, dragged him across the floor, and tossed his body into the metal cage. They would have plenty of time together.
Jeff lost track of time. How long had he been here? A day? Two? A month? A year? If he could still think straight, he'd realize it hadn't been that long. After all, he hadn't died of hunger and thirst. But all that was left of his body was a shell, unable to think. Unable to fear. Soon the Scarecrow dragged him outside for the umpteenth time. But he did not tie the body to the chair as before, but left it lying on the floor. He said slowly and measuredly:
"It seems our paths are parting. I am grateful to you, Jeff Carter, for your invaluable contribution to science. However, your body's resources are exhausted."
He walked to a corner of the basement, reached down and picked up the scythe that had been standing in the darkness before. Raised it high above the head of the man who had once been Jeff Carter. Carter stared blankly into the void. He seemed even glad of this turn of events.
"It's time for us to say goodbye."
Swing.
Whistle.
Crunch.
Darkness.
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Suicidal Rhapsody
At times I can't coexist with reality so as a peaceful creature i seek resilience in acid.
I guess I will be happy when I have said it all.
I press the queue next on the same tab.
I will have to sell my soul to think about someone else.
I will stop playing the loop when it finally flushes off my pain.
But damn I need some goddamn chemicals in my bloodstream.
I don't even need to shut my eyes-
Blinded by the dark, I wrap around the blanket of darkness.
These eyes have been emanicipated from the slavery of light and are happily unemployed.
Give me the courage to slide my feet into deep current water.
To keep a foot par the edge.
To consume something toxic and not be bothered by what i have already been used to;
To break the glass and get the key among the broken glass pieces-
And settle the debt to my parents,
And submit to the oasis of debt of my incomplete verses,
And drown in my safe zone;
Surrounded by the nullity of water-
Away from the ghettos of insecurities and list of checkpoints.
The way my verses insulate my ears,
And cancel out my remaining fears.
I don't feel the burn anymore;
Feels like Ash being dissipated.
Done with the redundant adieu.
Everybody is busy scoring points in their own game;
This Arcade Of Life is just a never ending maze.
Everybody just fakes it....
They know their fate too.
The Pacman is waiting for us at the other end.
I hated putting the jigsaw puzzles as per the pattern anyway.
It's not worth rehabilitating this time.
Nothing left to repair or alter.
No land calls me back like my habitat.
Alas it's just an agent of my neurotransmitters...
I have stopped reckoning the days, the tickers of the clock or anything this biased time zone has to offer so-
It seems i need a new set of life and its ancillaries.
Somewhere distant where i will meet a few people and fall in love easily.
Oh, my workaholic heart, you can take a day off from the beating and try shaking the chained doors hard.
It was just a factory pushed to the outskirts, maligned by mediocrity now seeking dust amidst the heap of morgue files.
#my words#my writing#short poetry#poetscommunity#poem#dead poets society#original poem#poetic#poetry#poets on tumblr#writers and poets#spotify#spilled writing#spilled poetry#spilled words#spilled thoughts
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Hi! Love your work and your humor. Question: Do you think vampire venom would be able to burn out or eradicate aconite/monkshood/wolfsbane or cyanide fast enough to "save" someone? Or how knowledged/lucky does the creator/soon-to-be-vamp have to be for survival to be likelier? Aconite works fast, like from a few minutes to a few hours according to the dosage (even 3 mlg is bad) and cyanide works similarly. there can be lung paralysis and both chemicals stop the heart.
Fix to my ask about aconite/cyanide: on average aconite may take 2-6 hours for aconite to kill, esp. with a 20-40 mL solution. Acute cyanide exposure kills you in seconds (so no venom work here for acute cyanide I guess).
As you note, depends on the poison. (Which you seem to know far more about than me, you should answer this ask, anon!)
Venom moves notoriously slowly through the bloodstream. The entire transformation takes multiple days, Bella feels the venom moving from her hand slowly up her arm, and Edward is able to suck it out very quickly and with relatively little blood loss.
This is a slow as molasses moving poison.
Anything that's faster, even if it will take hours to kill you, is going to win the race. If the venom catches up to the area of poisoning very quickly, then maybe the poison will stop propagating but there will be a point of no return and the natural poison is more likely to win on speed alone.
For survival to be likely the vampire will have to recognize the signs of poisoning and likely have to use medical procedures. Antivenom may be required, they may have to pump the stomach... Basically, you'd need Carlisle Cullen on hand and better hope he's close to a hospital. Even someone who likely has the knowledge, Aro, he probably doesn't have the equipment and doesn't have the control to save you.
I imagine this is one of those scenarios where venom just won't save you as sometimes happens. Your heart will stop before the transformation is complete.
#twilight#twilight meta#twilight headcanon#twilight renaissance#vampire biology#meta#headcanon#opinion
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it’s in everything i do, but they don’t know
i feel it, constatly, burning in my veins, in blood pumping from my heart, warming my ice cold limbs as it circulates
i breathe it in, i exhale it
i feel it in my bones, in my muscles, in my tendons, in my joints
in every vertabrae and every ligament, in every nail and strand of hair, in every cell and every organ
in every chemical message my nerves sent my brain, it climbs up my spine and makes home in my thoughts
i feel it
it consumes me and i consume it, it is who i am, it is me and i am it, but somehow
they don’t know
it’s an all ecasing fire, turning my fingertips to ash and it’s the cool cool water poured over the flames to smother them
it’s a sunny day and the relief a dip in the ocean brings you, sand between your toes and underneath your bathing suit, hair tangled up in knots that you pull through, it’s the pain in your scalp as you tug and the hair is stuck, it’s stuck, its stuck to your fingers theyre entagled together and you try to seperate them but you cant you cant its one and the same and youre holding your hand up to your head and youre crying and pulling but the knots just tighten and the wet hair digs into your skin and breaks it, enters your bloodstream and reaches bone
its everything and its nothing, its a void
and they don’t know
#poem#yeah i dont know whats up with this one#but here#not about her for once#or is it#wlw#sapphic poems
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FANFIC REC: fantasy
Dreams and permanent summers (louis is a mermaid, clueless to the world around him and only friends with a small fish. harry finds his lagoon one day and it's something like fate.) (3k)
Grief is Mine ( Harry is an angel of death, and Louis is a boy who was not prepared.) (70k)
As if i would not another day Hiding ( "she'll be so happy with it. she loves my crowns," harry tells louis, voice and eyes bright.) (4k)
White winged dove ( Louis isn't expecting it when his parents drag him back to the life of aristocracy that he had left behind three years ago. Pressured to marry in order to save his family from financial and social ruin, Louis finds himself caught between wanting to be selfish and doing what he needs to do for the sake of his sisters, if no one else.) (100K)
Sweet Creature (It’s not that Harry expected high school to be easy. He heard all the stories from his sister and he knew that he was in for four years of hell. However, he didn’t exactly expect that hell to also be populated by Angels.) (66K)
Harriet and Louise (A regency-era girl direction AU) (28K)
Our Lives, Non-Fiction ( a lesson in romance that proves that sometimes the best love stories aren’t always by the book.) (103K)
Cupid's defence (In which Harry is Cupid, Louis and Liam own a law firm, and they're all getting sued.) (116K)
Cupid's defence(Traducción)
Collision ( Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.) (226K)
Collision(Traducción)
Dancing with the devil (Es 1967 y Harry está harto de ser aquel chiquillo religioso al cual todos molestan. Cansado de un dios fingiendo oídos sordos, decide tomar sus propias riendas a escondidas: ¿Qué tan mal podría irle si recurriese al mismísimo Diablo? ¿Qué tan rápido le oiría éste? Era hora de guardar la biblia y encender velas rojas.)
Carry me home (Existe una vieja leyenda de la cual ya nadie habla, que cuenta cómo el universo no es un todo perfecto y tiene sus fallas, las cuales intenta reparar por sí mismo, a veces alterando sin querer sus propias leyes y abriendo portales entre un mundo y otro.)
Feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream (Harry es un periodista con un montón de secretos y Louis es el futuro Rey del Reino Unido; viven juntos durante 60 días)
Colors (En donde todo es blanco y negro hasta que conoces al amor de tu vida, y de repente todo toma color.)
#Larry Stylinson#larry fanfiction#larryfanfic#larry fanfic rec#fanfic rec#fanfiction#fanfiction rec list#fantasy#fantasy au
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this is how it ends, i feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream
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like a boomerang by youwill (M, 48K) Very loosely based on the movie Groundhog’s Day (essentially just the concept of re-living a day over and over), this fic is delightful and charming and really worth a read. Link is to a download.
my heart is breathing for this moment in time by usedtothebeach (E, 160K) Probably my absolute favorite time travel fic. I’ve read it more times than I’d like to admit, and every time I love it more. One of the things I like most is how organically the author weaves in canon events…every little moment is an easter egg without it being so obvious that it pulls you out of the fic. Anyway, this one is so moving and so absorbing, I hope you like it if you give it a try! There’s an 18K companion piece to it as well, but you’ll see the link at the appropriate time when you’re reading the main fic.
your quietest voice by flimsy (E, 8K) Beautiful writing (like, just savor the sentences…they’re so pretty) and a really unique concept for time travel.
as we move slowly by snk (GA, 3K) A canon fic tinged in magic and truly gorgeous, poetic writing.
feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream by togetherwecouldbealright (M, 123K) I read this one so, so long ago that all I remember is that I loved it, that there’s some really romantic and sweet moments, and that my notes from way back when only say, “OMG this one is so good! And I’ve barely gotten to the smut!” HAHAHAHA! (Link is to a download)
every universe but ours by @28finelines (E, 50K) This fic isso touching and funny and sexy and I read it all in one go! Please go read it because it’s like reading multiple Larry fics in one, each one with that “I would find you in any lifetime” vibe.
Soul of the Sea by vurdoc (E, 33K) A gothic romance set in a small Scottish village. Mysterious, melancholy, tender, and such a pleasure to read.
The Woods are Lovely, Dark and Deep by @helloamhere (WIP, 4 part series, mixed ratings, 128K) Amazing world building, complex characters, beautiful writing.
Black With Autumn Rain by Whimsicule (T, 93K) This writer is a favorite. If you like intense, creative stories, with complex characters and tight dialogue, you should read all of their fics. This one has the flavor of a Daphne du Maurier novel – dark, creepy, and moodily romantic. Plus a supernatural edge. It’s so good.
i was at an all night diner by @yoursongonmyheart (6K, NR). This is more of a prose poem, and i really enjoyed the way the author built such an intimate portrait of the 5 boys in so few words. It’s beautiful and dreamy and I think about it still.
I Won't Let You Forget by graceling_in_a_suit / @graceling-in-a-suit (T, 7K) I love the writing in this one. It’s one of those fics that has that kind of melancholic, dreamy feel to it that I really enjoy. Plus, it has a “no matter what, I would find you in any lifetime” vibe. So good.
Take Care Down By The Water by shyserious (M, 37K) Oh my goodness I loved this fic. Magical realism, mythical creatures, dreamy/moody atmosphere, beautiful writing. The link is to a download.
The Haunting of Louis Tomlinson by @helloamhere (T, 31K) Like everything else this author shares with us, this is so well paced and so well written and just charming. Great dialogue, great zouis friendship, and this one also has one of my favorite tags ever: Harry is a complete drama queen and also A GHOST
Loyal Knight And True by rainbowninja167 / (E, 52K) Really original story, mystery and magic, great characterizations. All around a very good read!
the bearded stranger by juliusschmidt (E, 2K) This is a wild twist on strangers to lovers and it’s fun and funny and really kind of hot.
You Take Me Over, You’re The Magic In My Veins by supernope (E, 36K) I read this years ago and my notes are not terribly helpful: “medieval princes. Pining forever! Sexy though.” 🤦🏻♀️ But I like this author, in general, so if that sounds good, give it a whirl!
For more magical fics, check out these recs:
Time Travel AU fic rec
Mermaids and Other Mythical Creatures
Witches and Wizards
Magical
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MadMan Break
Theo almost expects a fake out. Haha just kidding. Just one of Lu's pranks.
"-And I want a block wide memorial fountain. 911 levels, with a statue."
"-there has to be another way!"
"Paragon!"
"No!"
Above him the skyship dissolves into a ball of fire.
"Luke-"
[it will take .9 seconds for the sound to reach him on the ground, 2 seconds before he feels any heat from the explosion.]
His brother is gone. He lies in the dirt where Cavalcade dropped him.
[flexion teardrop fracture: anteroinferior aspect of a cervical vertebral body due to flexion of the spine along with vertical axial compression.]
Feedback from Luke's communicator drills high-pitch into his head.
"A Paragon of the masses, Ha! I will rise up as the true ideal man, and see how they genuflect as they did to that false hero."
[Legal name Calvin Caid. Chemical engineer, creator of combat drug Rancor-]
"-What are the masses but mud to be ground underfoot, fuel to be burned for those who deserve it?"
[-terrible taste in literature.]
"Your Aegis league has stood against the progress of great men for too long. But I doubt you will stand for anything now." A massive hand wraps around his throat and hoists him up. His vision whites out from the pain of his fractured spine.
Caid's injector cuffs click as another vile is emptied into his bloodstream. His grip tightens.
[Rancor: half life of 3 minutes in the human body. Potency decreases with extended use.]
"We are The Catalyst. With the alien technology you fools have suppressed the world will spring forward, with me as the fountainhead!" The raw cold air causes condensation to drift from his mouth on every word.
[Body temperature elevates an average of .8 degrees per 100mg dose.]
Theo struggles to turn his head. LadySupream is dodging blasts and not doing well. The two of them are all that's left of Aegis and He's. Still. Talking.
"It must be unexpected, Covert. For a moment you stood among a pantheon of near gods-"
He hears her yell and fall as one of LazerFace’s bolts rips through her.
Theo's hand struggles up, grabs the larger man's wrist.
[Movement will compound his fracture.]
Caid's head tilts.
His neck is so thick, Theo couldn't wrap both hands around it.
Shut him up.
Caid begins to laugh.
"-and yet it is you, weak, mortal, powerless, who will survive them all. At least until I have Wraith dig what I want out of your head-"
[Dunning–Kruger effect: a cognitive bias in which people with limited competence in a particular domain overestimate their abilities.]
"You- don't know-." Theo's voice is quiet and strained at first.
“By all means,” Caid gloats, lifting him higher. “Enlighten me.”
"-what you don't know."
He commands the mechanics of Caid's armband to activate. It hisses as the drug floods through the injectors. One dose, two, five in total. Steam rises off Theo's skin.
"You're prateing,” Caid’s hands seize around his throat. It wont stop Theo’s words from flowing out, even if they are choked and inaudible. “You reveal your own ignorance but worse, you are distracting me.”
[He and Luke throw popcorn at the TV when they watch the Sopranos.]
Chunks of ship are plummeting into the snow around them. Some might be useful.
"A demonstration. To end your deluded monologuing!"
Caid’s fingers feel like nothing now and Theo bends two of them them backwards balisticly. His legs buckle as he hits the ground but the pain inhibiting properties are already taking effect.
"You think you destroyed some figurehead? Some symbol? You are incapable of the fundamental cognition required to even miscalculate! Knowledge is power. And you- witless, greedy, proudly callous-"
Cavalcade punches him in the face. He lets the fist connect and grabs the man's other cuff. This one has a full 10 doses.
[You killed my baby brother!]
He commands the machine, 1000 milligrams pump into Caid's wrist.
"-are powerless."
He can almost hear the man's heart beat stutter as his eyes roll back.
He falls, presumably dead. He doesn't care.
He reaches out with his power and feels for the spark of working electric current. Stumbling through the snowdrifts he plants his hands and feels the circuit boards spring to life.
[This is a part of the ship's navigation equipment and sonar.]
"The construction of an emergency vehicle is a simple matter. Implanting coordinates for my inevitable period of comatose and paralyzation will require more finesse. Observe," he speaks to no one now.
He twists the structure with his will. Digging out a space to stuff his broken body inside.
[No propulsion system]
"A propulsion system consists of a source of mechanical power, and a propulsor. Even the vibration of a string is only a type of propulsion."
He warps the vessel once more. Then pushes himself upright.
"You! Lazerface! Chemical oxygen-iodine designs are an outdated concept!"
A beam of light streaks passed him. He ducks into the vessel.
[LSD-wave propulsion: a high energy pulse is focused on a solid surface surrounded by gas. The breakdown of gas causes an expanding shock wave which absorbs laser energy at the shock front. Expansion of the hot plasma behind the shock front during and after the pulse transmits momentum to the craft.]
It rings like a gong. Gforce slams him down. Even near-lethal amounts of Cavalcade's drug isn't enough to keep him conscious. He finally, mercifully, blacks out.
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Fading out again
I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream
So tell me when it kicks in…
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All About Nicotine Pouches
NICOTINE POUCHES EXPLAINED
NICOTINE POUCHES ARE LEGAL IN THE UK
Most major tobacco companies make and sell nicotine pouches in the UK, and there are a large number of small Scandinavian companies who also specialise in making nicotine pouches. Nicotine pouches aren't currently regulated as tobacco products, as they don't contain any tobacco, but they do still have to comply with the General Product Safety Regulations 2005.
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WHAT EXACTLY IS A NICOTINE POUCH
A nicotine pouch is a small bag, like a mini tea bag, which contains plant based fibres with added nicotine and food grade flavourings.
They typically contain natural cellulose fibres, similar to what tea bags made from. These fibres absorb added the nicotine and flavourings, and these are released into the saliva in your mouth.
HOW DO YOU USE THEM?
To use, you simply place a nicotine pouch under your lips, up above the tooth line, and the nicotine is released into your bloodstream via your gums.
HOW LONG SHOULD YOU KEEP A NICOTINE POUCH IN FOR?
You can leave your nicotine pouch in the mouth for up to 40 minutes. After this time, the benefits are negligible. However, be careful as some pouches can be very strong, and if you start to feel dizzy you should remove the pouch for a while. You could save it for later. Each tub/jar of pouches has a removable lid for you to keep your used pouches.
MY GUMS FEEL SORE, IS THIS NORMAL?
If you are new to nicotine pouches, please note that you may feel a slight tingling or burning sensation under your lip when you place the pouch there. This is normal and is merely part of the nicotine absorption process. You can move the pouch around a bit to alleviate this feeling. As you become more accustomed to using nicotine pouches, this feeling will disappear.
WHAT BENEFITS ARE THERE OF NICOTINE POUCHES?
Where to start, there are so many.
1) To start, nicotine pouches don't contain lots of deadly chemicals. You don't breath in carcenogenic smoke. We're not saying that nicotine pouches are healthy, but research shows that they are a much healthier alternative.
2) You don't smell. No more "it's like kissing an ashtray!".
3) You can use them anywhere. No designated smoking areas.
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5) They are cheaper than cigarettes
6) They don't make your teeth brown!
7) They don't contain any tobacco
8) They don't run out of batteries, like vape pens!
9) They help you to quit. As they come in various strengths, you can whittle down the strength and reduce the nicotine that you consume, and ultimately use pouches less often, and then not at all.
WHAT STRENGTH SHOULD I GO FOR?
This is difficult to answer. Please be advised that the very strong pouches (such as 50mg) will make the average smoker feel dizzy, and you would need to take the pouch out after a few minutes to avoid feeling sick!
Some smoker have tried vaping but didn't feel that the vape gave them enough of a kick compared to cigarettes, so if you think you fall into this category then go for something stronger, say 20mg or over.
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If you feel that your gums are sensitive to the pouches, you could try a lower strength.
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WHAT FLAVOUR SHOULD I GO FOR?
There are so many to choose, with many different brands, I would suggest treating it like a buffet! Sample everything that's available, and pick the ones you like most for seconds!
ARE THEY HEALTHIER THAN SMOKING?
There is a lot of scientific evidence that shows that nicotine pouches (and their tobacco predecessor 'Snus') are a much better alternative to smoking. Both snus and nicotine pouches originated from Sweden, where these smokeless products are used by approximately 20% of the adult population. According to data from Eurobarometer, Sweden has the lowest prevalence of cigarette use in the European Union at only 5% (compared to roughly 15% in the UK), and in addition data from the World Health Organisation (WHO) show that Sweden has the lowest rate of tobacco related mortality and that amongst men they have the lowest incidence of lung cancer.
CAN I HAVE TOO MUCH NICOTINE?
It is highly unlikely that you could overdose with nicotine pouches unless you are doing something that you clearly shouldn't be doing. However, you can feel the affects of high nicotine doses with pouches, and these affects include headaches, nausea, dizziness, a dryness of the mouth and an elevated heart rate, and sweating.
If you experience any of these symptoms we suggest that you discard your nicotine pouch and refrain from any nicotine ingestion for a few hours.
WHO SHOULD USE NICOTINE POUCHES?
Nicotine pouches should only be used by informed adults that are looking to quit smoking and/or vaping.
Nicotine is highly addictive and is NOT intended for use by children below the age of 18. Pregnant or breastfeeding women, people with heart disease, elevated blood pressure or diabetes should also NOT use nicotine pouches.
WHAT IS SNUS and ALL WHITE?
Snus is exactly like nicotine pouches, but they contain tobacco. They are small bags with tobacco in them. Snus has been around for a very long time, and nicotine pouches are the new Snus, as they don't contain tobacco, and because they don't contain tobacco, and are white in colour, nicotine pouches are called All White. They are a healthier option to Snus.
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"Now, Harry can explain the story of how he came to fall in love with Louis
Tomlinson. It starts the very next day."
Feel the chemicals burns in my bloodstream.
#amazing quotes from this fic
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The second thing he notices is that the man he’s having an interview with could probably be a model.
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