#haunting screams into the void with no real reason

[orchestrated-haunting]

i love generally a decent guy odysseus in epic the musical but odysseus who murdered 13 trojans in their sleep with diomedes and stole their horses will always be my number one

also mecha pilot odysseus, but like who wouldn’t like that concept based purely on how insane it is

#tagamemnon #the odyssey #epic the musical #the epic cycle #fgo odysseus #haunting screams into the void with no real reason

[iamafanofcartoons]

RWBY Fans talk about what makes RWBY enjoyable for the FNDM.

I want to take a moment to thank the RWBY Fandom for coming together on post

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and discussing why RWBY was an enjoyable show for each of them.

Everyone here had a fantastic reason, and I am grateful to each of you!

@hmvw2015 : For me, RWBY filled the void left behind by Avatar: The Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra.

It’s one of the few shows I’ve seen (aside from Adventure Time) that grows up with its audience.

The fight scenes are so incredible! They’re lightening fast I would have to rewatch the same episode at least twice or thrice! Easily rivaling those done by Studios Gainax or TRIGGER, or Titmouse.

Since every character, place, and object have connections to fairy tales, mythologies, folklore, and classic novels, it did a great job portraying them to their root inspirations. Plus, I’m always digging deep into their designs and backstories.

The music is almost top tier to the music from the Disney Renaissance Era. Maybe even better than that. The songs add another layer of foreshadowing for the characters, and they’re fun to listen to~!

It tackles issues like self-worth, abuse, and death.

The series basically screams “Women’s Rights” and “Gay Rights” and proud of it. :D

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@ammy246 :

I've always enjoyed the characters, and I like how there are 4 badass female protagonists who are each enjoyable to watch. I also like how the villains are actually threatening, so the heroes have to put effort into earning victories unlike many works of fiction. The animation always excites me, because you never know what you're going to get. And, don't even get me started on the amazing soundtrack.

@cinnamonrollfuckhead :

it tickles all the right things about me. i got in trouble for reading in classes when i finished my work early at school, it was nearly always history or mythology. i was an ancient Egypt kid. i read outside my age group. if Snapple wanted to employ me to write factoids for their caps i would take it. i was hooked on RWBY immediately despite being older than any of the main characters. i found an unlikely character to relate to in Jaune. i loved how it balanced serious and goofy themes.

@satoshi-mochida :

Some stuff I like about the show is that it's pretty fun and entertaining to watch, has constantly improving writing and animation(the CRWBY recognizing ACTUAL criticism, and working on those), with smarter and deeper than some may think moments, well-done characters, great music and songs, and probably more. I even cosplayed as Jaune(and the 'HuntsMan' with a Wonder-Zwei plush)with my then-girlfriend before COVID hit and other stuff happened, and enjoyed doing that.

@haunted-meatsack :

I'm waaaaay behind but I started watching for the fight choreography, music, and battle skirts. Plus I'm a sucker for small girls who kick ass with GIANT weapons. Then the story and characters kept me coming. I need to catch up.

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@bumblebyfan :

I like RWBY due to a lot of reasons, for starters, the relationships between the main characters, and how they constantly help each other, I also really like the whole fantasy setting and how funny it is at times, I also really liked how they handled Ruby’s arc during season 9, as someone who has had... intrusive thoughts

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@xlbingo10 :

one thing that i particularly like about rwby is that the characters aren't dumbasses. i feel like so often in shows i watch there's an episode conflict where the characters make an obviously terrible plan that will clearly backfire horribly just for the sake of the episode plot and it's always painful to watch, so it's really nice to watch a show where that doesn't happen.

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@sir-somewhat :

I love the cast.

I honestly can't say there is a character I am not fond of in some way and that includes the villians.

I love the idea of semblances and the faunus.

Also I want more faunus lore. Given the existence of the Ever After I have to wonder if the Faunus came from another world created by the Brothers.

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@ghost-of-sparda :

Rwby was a show I found in college that I wasn’t sure I was going to enjoy, but as I watched it- I found myself completely enthralled in the world created by Monty Oum and his friends. It’s story has me on the edge of my seat every episode, and it’s anime vibes make it a treat to watch. It’s not perfect, I will admit that- and there have been times where I didn’t agree with a direction of story telling at first. However there hasn’t been a show that gets me as excited as RWBY does since I was a kid.

If you grew up watching anime, or grew up watching anime- I’d give RWBY a go. If you are still not over the Owl House/ She-Ra/ ATLA/ LOK/ Naruto/ or any other amazing series with crazy fights and an amazing story: I recommend Rwby as your next obsession.

And if you want to give anime a try, but are still dipping your toes into the medium- Rwby is a good half way point for newcomers.

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@aspiringwarriorlibrarian :

I really like the characters and their arcs, tragic villains, the triumph of hope and healing, and the fantasy elements.

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@miki-13 : I love how they use fairy tales and myths as inspiration but execute them in really interesting ways, as well as how human and grounded everyone feels while inside such a fantastic setting.

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@thatringboy :

For the same reasons above, I’m also in love with the complex motivations behind the antagonists. Mercury hated the world and needed an enabler, Emerald needed security, Cinder snapped after a lifetime of abuse (just like Mercury), Hazel wanted revenge, Lionhart wanted to save himself, Raven wanted to save herself, Tyrian is just insane (based), Watts wanted petty revenge, Neo wanted revenge but doesn’t know what to do afterwards, CC wants to fulfill their cruel purpose, and Salem just wants to finally die. Torchwick was a comical villain who posed a dangerous threat, the Malachite sisters were doing their jobs, Ironwood was a victim of his own paranoia, Cardin was just racist, Cordovin worships her superiors, the Fennec brothers too, Adam wanted total control over everything and everyone in his life and would stop at nothing to get it, Ilia believed in a cause, Tock was following orders, it’s all so varied and exciting!!

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@pyrokinetic-murder-hobo :

I honestly fell in love with this project immediately back when the red trailer was first introduced to me.

Though the animation for RWBY was simple and understandably a lot of people regard it as not the best. Even V1 and the original 4 trailers had a living soul to me and there was a certain charm to the characters and the animation.

What kept me coming back is I find myself being unable to predict where the show will go and it honestly keeps me drawn in that my thoughts and predictions are completely circumvented. The show doesn’t follow the trajectory of really any other media and Monty navigated it masterfully.

There’s so many relatable characters and the situations they are put in are approached not perfectly but in a human way as to be a human (even if you have copious amounts of power) means you’ll definitely trip up.

But simply put I’ve loved this project since the beginning with the 4 trailers and could write a dissertation on why I love this show and include a long list of different things I love ranging from OST to characters to design animation. But maybe a talk for another day

And it made me some awesome friends on tumblr of course too which is a major plus (you better know who you are lol)

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iamafanofcartoons:

For me, RWBY is a change of pace.

It allows for women to be shown as independent characters, just as smart and strong as male ones.

It doesn’t use fanservice , you don’t have internal monologuing during fight scenes, you don’t have people screaming random attack names, and the music and designs are great.

I appreciate the humor, its not toilet humor or degrading humor like a lot of anime.

It also tackles difficult themes like abuse, leadership, morality, and debate.

It also takes the white male savior trope so common in the fanfics that people use to promote their OCs, and takes a giant dump on that garbage. If anything, when people say “the fanfics are better than the show” you’ll see them promoting a white male savior trope above all else.

Finally? Its a pro-LGBT show on many aspects, which amusingly infuriates a lot of straight shippers who defend their straight white male character who they put on a pedestal.

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@grimmgrinningghouls :

for me RWBY is a comfort

It has been for 10 years

I literally would not be who I am today without this show

I'd probably still be a closeted lesbian living in a conservative household with an abusive father

and a mother who hated me

hell I may not even be here

But instead I'm living across the world from them and I'm okay

As okay as I can be

Its helped me through so much and its introduced me to people I have become life long friends with

These funky little lesbians are part of my life and they will be till the day I die

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@snowqueenofmyheart :

Agreed to the above, as well as being able to enjoy a story that centers women in a way that doesn’t reduce them to simplistic tropes or fanservice. I’ve been looking for more female-centered material over the last several years, and stumbling upon RWBY turned out to be a real joy in that regard. Across the board, you have so many compelling female characters, heroes and villains alike. Not to mention two main characters being explicitly in a queer romance is a delight and a relief.

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@youraveragecatastrophe :

well first i love fantasy so we're off to a good start between the monsters heroes and magic

the characters are a very strong point of this show. they're well fleshed out

(even many secondary characters including villains and despite the big cast!)

and they get the opportunity to develop and evolve

i love the themes! love and hope and caring about each other and all that

the fights are really fun to watch especially with the unique weapons and everyone's different fighting style

the story is really compelling and well written too!

also gayness. can't forget the queerness

really this show has everything

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@foulfirerebel :

The music was what first made me get interested in RWBY. The hard hitting rock that also carried quite a bit of meaning into it if you truly took a moment to listen to the lyrics.

So, from there I watched V1 at a friend's house and felt it was good. It did a good job with the action scenes, and setting things up for the characters.

Volume 2, however, is where I truly fell in love with the show. The appearance of Cinder, of Ironwood, the food fight, the investigation into Torchwick and the White Fang, the dance and hacking sequence! Everything pointed to something more going on. Something hidden waiting to spring forth!

V1 was a great entry point, V2 convinced me to stay and hooked me, and when I finally marathoned V3 I was EAGER to watch V4 and onward. Any and all quibbles I may have had melted away when the Fall of Beacon happened.

So, long story short, I love the story. I love how things are built up and come back further down the line (Jaune's issues, Ruby's issues, etc.). I love how the characters do go through a lot and need help getting back up. I love how sincere and earnest everything is without a hint of irony.

I love the slow burn relationships, and that the show doesn't end with those relationships just being established. I love that, despite everything, this one little indie show has continued going past everything that's happened in a decade since it started. I love that the story is engaging, the characters are deep, the writing is great, and that I'm even feeling bad for the villains which I don't normally do.

RWBY may not be the most perfect thing ever, but frankly I love that the writers do see and incorporate feedback into their work. I love that, unlike how Halo or Star Wars do things, you don't necessarily need to have read all the side content to understand things too.

Most of all is I love how this show has improved on every level: animation, writing, voice acting, etc. It's just so refreshing. It's the Little Engine that Could continuing onward and getting better as it goes.

And hey, being a Bumbleby shipper since V3 and being vindicated in V9? Cherry on the sundae. It's been a wild ride, and I'd love it to continue.

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@maor-koren :

RWBY is one of my favorite shows, it take a unique concept and make it very enjoyable to watch.

The main and side characters are all unique in their own way and very enjoyable.

The story is really good.

The animation, fight scenes and the design of the characters and places are all very pleasing to the eye.

And the music is phenomenal.

Don’t let other people make your opinion! look at the show and see for yourself if you like it or not!

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@but-a-humble-goon :

Rwby is, in a word, earnest. Its characters are unashamedly sincere, affectionate and vulnerable and the show understands not only that these things are not a weakness but that there can be no greater measure of strength. It’s a story overflowing with heart that categorically rejects stoicism and nihilism and never once apologises for itself. Nothing has ever hit me harder and I do mean that.

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@mikey-polo420 :

I watched RWBY Because i was drawn in by the trailers when Monty was alive and i liked the idea of cute girls fighting monsters with giant weapons, then i wanted to see their journey through beacon and now i've become invested with the Messages of hope the show presents, i love each of my precious children and want to see them achieve their happiness , i want to support RWBY to it's conclusion because that's what Monty wanted, it's what his friends wanted and they deserve to complete his Brain child.

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@mooninoir :

i started watching when vol. 1 was still going, with a fansub (!) working hell and back to translate each episode as they came out. i remember waiting every week to see a new episode, and when the last episodes came, i was entirely invested in this sci-fi fantasy series with fairytale elements and wanted to know what would happen next.

and, for me, it's an endearing series that i enjoy watching, even with its flaws. it's fun, but it also has a heart. i like how it didn't shy away from telling a broader story. vol. 3's gut-wrenching finale was for me what made me realize i was not there just for the amazing fights and cool soundtrack, but for the characters and how they live in this crazy world. it was amazing to watch its worldbuilding evolve to such great lengths and see the characters i like to grow and learn and evolve along with it. they are done well and don't feel misplaced in the narrative. it just flows nicely and i guess the latest volume proved that to me (the themes, the motifs, the characters' choices, and the visuals) everything comes together, y'know?

and i just... like it. i like rwby. i really do.

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Tumblingxelian:

Why do you watch this show?

I watch RWBY for the cool characters, interesting setting and engaging overarching story and arcs, plus some gorgeous animation, sets and awesome music.

What makes it appeal to you?

Women, including queer women, are center stage and given tons of dynamic personality, agency and exploration in ways I rarely see done in other series.

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@feifiefofum :

look, the ad on the tin was cute girls doing violent things and looking great while doing it. that was the impetus for me to follow the show, i was there when it started with the famous red trailer to yellow trailer.

the writing then wasn't bad, a bit condensed because, y'know, shoestring budget so everything was very tight time wise. but y'know, you didn't watch the four trailers and get sold on the story- which was good by the by, but it wasn't exceptional. it was by the numbers, hitting what they need to hit, but good. you didn't think it was spectacular.

but then volume 3 hits you out of nowhere, and you realize, oh, the writing is phenomenal actually.

rwby has deceptively good writing that on the surface is good par for the course that lulls you into complacency, and then manages to sideswipe you with incredible twists that you don't see, but on looking back, the seeds for the twist were planted from book 1 on. the world is slowly and meticulously rolled out to the viewer, the characters shine, and the action, while still spectacular, become secondary to the characters and the world.

i started watching rwby, expecting cute girls doing violent things. and they deliver on that, and if you come watch rwby just for that, it delivers that. i didn't come in for hearty world building, intrigue, and lore so deep you can get lost in it. the writers write on a razor's edge, giving enough lore for a backdrop and setting the stage, but if you decide to dig at any trail, you can get lost in it. the concept of dust, the name of the world itself- frankly i think it's a masterclass in giving enough to keep the story going but having enough in the back that every new twist that they lay out can be found to have grown from a seed that was planted in an earlier volume.

i dunno who traded their soul away to keep track of all that world building and lore, but that excel sheet must be something to behold. rwby throws u-turns that you don't expect at you, lulls you with a sense of 'okay, i see your tricks now' and somehow manages to turn you around again, and have it make sense.

frankly, it's a little frustrating, i've been bamboozled and led by the nose.

and i love it for that. i'm delighted by the ride i'm on, and i hope the show keeps going.

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@aspennntree :

I watch rwby for several reasons- mostly for the characters, i find some of them really relatable

also i just genuinely enjoy the story and the visuals and find the show very comforting

i also like the people i’ve met in this community that are kind and i like having people to share my interests with

i’ve made many new friends being in this community and it’s something i’m very passionate about, i just really enjoy it genuinely

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@tokufan400 :

Even with everything, I can't bring myself to stop watching RWBY. I got back into it after talking with some friends in highschool, and I've been doing my best to keep up with it since. I have love for the characters (Weiss is the best), and I do feel a sence of amazement that a western project like this ha s grown so much. Not to mention the amount of art, comics, manga, and fanfics that have spawned from the show.

Do I have problems with RWBY? Yes. I will probably never stop ranting about something the show does to tick me off. But I do the same for Star Vs and Kamen Rider Zero One, both shows I still hold a love for. Hell, I might do the same for Amphibia and Owl House down the line if I do a re watch.

So yeah, still love RWBY and I want to be around to see how this story ends.

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@howlingday :

So, I was in high school and I was watching Red VS Blue. Then I started watching Rage Quit. Then Achievement Hunter. Play Pals.

Then my sister and my high school crush were like, hey, try out RWBY. I mocked them by saying "It should be Ar-Dubyoo-Bee-Why". Then I got into it and, well, I liked it the more I got into it until I was caught up to Volume 2. Then Death Battle had the Yang VS Tifa fight (PLEASE, NO REMATCH), and I was rooting for Yang. Then I saw Volume 3, and I was shocked, dismayed, and devastated at the sudden heel turn. I've been hooked ever since.

So, to answer your questions.

I watch RWBY because it's fun, and I want to know where the story goes. I loved the fun had at Beacon, and I want to know what happens next.

The appeal comes from the desire to see these group of friends fight to save the world from the Grimm. I want to see them thrive against a world where everything is stacked against them! And I want to see them flying kick someone in the face to the sound of the most amazing butt-rock since Crush 40 Sonic (No offense MGR)!

So, yeah, I love watching RWBY because it's a story to be told. And I'm going to openly sob when the story finally comes to an end.

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@gorillageek27 :

i watch because, okay i was kinda turned off by it at first, just "what is this anime shit?", but i watched it and it's the most out there animated thing i can think like. Rwby is a show that somehow got me appreicating animated projects and you can tell the writers and animators have fun with it.

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@lithominium :

Its endearing, the lack of amazing animation in vol 1-3 is made up for in how much love was put into it. The characters are fun and loveable and the writing is goofy but unlike some other media ive watched its very good at knowing when to keep the tone consistent. Its very gay and i love gay and its got one of the greatest slow burns ive ever seen with great payoffs which always happen when they should. I like the setting and the lore and the weapons and the semblances. Its such a good show

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@everafterfrisk :

I love RWBY for a ton of reasons but to keep it short:

• The Facial Expressions of the characters match really well with the tones of each scene

• Amazing character designs that can just tell you so much about them before you get to know them

•The animation: RWBY imo is best 3D animated series, most of the time 3D animes tend to be stiff and lifeless

But RWBY gives its fights alot of finesse and creativity to go along with

Like here's a few examples:

(V9)

Weiss and Blake using gambol shroud's blade to propel Yang while simultaneously having Yang use Arma Gigas's Sword

www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9RQnk7Oueo

(V3)

Yang closing Flynt's Trumpet making his quartet backfire on him

www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLu3_LKG_A8

(V4 Short)

Ruby using the recoil of her weapon to bounce out of the way from a Grimm and trip him up using her Scythe catching him into a Hurricane formed by her semblance (13:54)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ivns4_clQ_c

There's even a full in depth analysis on the fight choreography from the earlier volumes to check out

www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMQfm0RsY6o

• Themes of Unity,Self identity,Acceptance,Loving oneself, Finding hope in the most dreadful scenarios and the list goes on

• The Protagonist Ruby Rose is a breath of fresh air similar to say Deku from BNHA where both know the world isn't exactly kind but still try to help the best they can; even if it results in them destroying themselves to get there as their series's goes on

•The Villains are all pretty realistic in their motivations being not afraid to fall victim to arrogance while simultaneously being victims of either the world's actions or their own

°The show doesn't swindle you into thinking that just cuz they have sympathetic backgrounds that they're immediately good

They have to work for it and atone for misdeeds such as Ilia,Emerald and Hazel or doesn't believe their actions are unwarranted like Salem and Cinder or has a lack of empathy for the world around them like Mercury or Tyrian or Wants to do the right thing but lets the ends justify their means(Ironwood) or Living only on the fear of your actions(Lionheart) or The world has dealt so much injustice to you that you felt giving it by ten thousand fold would remedy it ( Ilia and Adam)

▪︎ The Music is just PEAK for me

The Sound design,everything just speaks volumes of the scene

www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLS4HvQ5BP-1gKp4Ou4PRkqdEDvnNqdTGS

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@blakistan :

I think RWBY was first suggested to be me on the grounds of “lots of really cool fights” which, while not ultimately the point of the show is still a big plus! Monty was an absolute wizard when it came to fight choreography and CRWBY has done a fantastic job keeping up that legacy. Ofc that was only the thing that got me to look at the show in the first place - what made me stay was the incredibly well done character-driven story. Following along and exploring the arcs of all the different characters in the show helped me through tough times and shaped a lot of who I am as a person today - Blake and Weiss’ stories in particular did so much in helping me find hope that I could grow as a person because that what the show is: hope. So uh yeah, if you like deep, interwoven character narratives that don’t shy away from growth, change, or the ugliness that sometimes crops up along the way with those things, definitely give RWBY a watch

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@proximio-5 :

Tbh, I don't know, there's something about it that I can't explain, I started watching it in 2018, but somehow it's one of my top 3 Favorite animated shows, it can be because of the story or maybe the background, like the people behind it and everything they've done and how far they've come

For example, Monty; first he made the Haloid animation, then he became director of animation in Red vs Blue, and then he created this masterpiece that will be a big part of me

The animation itself is one of the best things about the show, I mean looking back at the style of background in V1 and more recent volumes, saying it has improved would be an understatement, I mean just look at it, you can see how much effort the've done for it

Another reason is the development or the characters, they've changed and matured in many ways. (Speaking of, I really hope Ruby comes back different but keeping at least some of her previous self)

So yeah, this show is far of being perfect, but then again...

What isn't?

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@kereeachan :

I’m generally a fan of animation, and it’s been neat seeing how it’s improved since volume 3 (when I got into it). The story intrigues me, and I love the wide cast of characters and their development. The alternate universe is a neat one, Grimm are fascinating as a take on Evil Creatures to me, and the designs have always been cool, bar a few that never flew with me (Blake’s 1-3 outfit just kind of always looked a lil too sexy for my tastes on a “huntress” and I initially thought Nora’s 4-6 look was a downgrade before it grew on me)

I really enjoyed Ironwood’s slide from well-intentioned, if incorrect, hero to villain. Honestly his foreshadowing in volumes 2, 3, and 4 was some of the best I’ve ever seen. Maswartz above has commented on how they fool you by having him take facistic actions against people we hate more to hide how far he’s falling fast until we actually GET to Atlas and Mantle and realize it’s gone full Police State (if it wasn’t before). Genius.

I also adored Penny, she was my baby, she was amazing as a character and I’m so happy we got her back for a few more volumes before losing her for good (as much as anyone is ever truly gone, of course, she still looms large over vol 9). As one of the “weird girls” of the world who took a long time to come into my comfort with being a girl due to teasing and bullying (autism, baby. they always know) Penny just always SPOKE to me. I’m glad she not only proved her Real Girl bonafides as a Maiden but even got to live outside a metal body for a few episodes before her death, finally feeling the warmth of a hug.

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@sevenofreds :

It's a genuinely fun and enjoyable show that can mix multiple genres together without it being jarring. There's action and comedy, there's horror, there's mystery and drama, and it all makes sense for what's happening. It has a layered and complex plot where things almost always turn out to be more nuanced than they first seem, and almost every twist/big event is subtly foreshadowed in some way. The shorter length of episodes compared to other shows also makes it really fun to binge watch.

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@crowwrites2140 :

Of course it has its flaws like every other piece of media, but I genuinely find RWBY both entertaining and just a good show in general. I love the "AHA!" moments when you something is revealed that has been hinted at for volumes. I love the music and could listen to it for hours. I love the characters; their designs, their motivations, their relationships with each other and their character arcs that span the show. In regards to the protagonists, I also enjoy how they all seem so human. The writers allow them to make mistakes and fail. They aren't always the perfect heroes. And in regards to the villains, they are believable too. Nearly every one of them has some kind of motivation that drives them to want revenge in destruction. I love the plot, despite its flaws. It's complex and ties in with countless allusions. And lastly, I love the fanbase. Not the toxic side, honestly it makes me sad that a show like RWBY needs positivity posts because its hate fanbase is just so large. But there are so many in the community who are incredibly creative and create hilarious memes, beautiful art, and amazing stories, and I'm grateful to be a part of that.

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@the-god-of-nihon :

RWBY is a special show to me. I’ve been with the series since it premiered at the end of RvB Season 10, and ten years is not an inconsiderable amount of time to be a fan of something. And unlike the “critics” or RWDE, I don’t stick around to hate-watch because of the sunken cost fallacy, or “to learn what not to do.” Or just for a reason to complain, more accurately. I simply enjoy the series. I have since it began, and I still do, and I’ll continue to do so.

While I don’t like everything about the show, or agree with all the creative choices; I don’t automatically assume that something I don’t like is wrong or bad. I happily take RWBY for what it is, and not what I think it should be. I, by no means am blind to the flaws and missteps, but none of them hinder my enjoyment to the degree that I feel like the show overall is a negative experience, even at its lowest points.

I watch the show because I like it. It has been a consistent source of enjoyment for me, and even now. I’ve enjoyed growing alongside it from an indie web-series into what it is today and seeing how it’s changed and improved with every volume.

I enjoy and am invested in many of the characters. I like the world and the bits of world-build and lore we get throughout the main show and supplementary material. And of course I can’t not touch on the fights and character designs. Its vibrant and narrative-relevant use of color, and how that’s effected the shows aesthetic development. And Monty Oum’s classic high-speed, frenetic and intricate choreo, that’s yet to be replicated. And how while different the post-Monty fights are still interesting and engaging for the most part.

I love the depictions of friendship and platonic/familial connection in the show, most prominently for me personally, Ruby & Jaune’s bond. As it’s so rare for a male-female friendship to be purely platonic and still be so genuinely well-written and integral to both characters. Although, I think RWBY is largely hit or miss with the way it handles romance, I think its friendships & familial bonds are where it excels.

Ruby, Yang, and Jaune are my top three favorites characters in RWBY, and how their characters and arcs have been so endearing and intriguing to watch. Especially as since V7, and what is being done with them current.

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@lostdemifiend :

The biggest thing for why I love RWBY so much it is "oh that makes sense!" when something unexpected happens BECAUSE everything was set up previously that would result in this eventually, and none of it feels forced.

At the same time, its gleeful deconstruction of common shonen anime tropes adds to that sense of surprise. Subconsciously, one goes in expecting certain things to happen, but it defies that expectation in a way that feels like a natural consequence.

There's so much more, but I can't even start to unpack just exactly why I love this series so much.

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Thank you all of you for showing everyone what makes RWBY fantastic to all!

If you want some youtube channels that discuss RWBY in analytical or philosophic detail? Or if you want comic dubs?

Xel Writer on Youtube aka @tumblingxelian for analysis videos

@marylizabetha on Youtube for philosophy videos

and @markzschiegnerii or Mark Zschiegner on youtube for comic dubs!

I love you, RWBY Fandom, you've made my life rich with joy.

#rwby #rwby is a good show #let people enjoy things #please give rwby a chance #give rwby a chance #mark zschiegner #markzschiegnerii #xel writer #tumblingxelian #marylizabetha #iamafanofcartoons

[winters-rose-daughterofcain]

Natalie Scarroccio is for the girls who always take the hardest task, who do the hard, unwanted thing uncomplaining and unflinching, for the girls who volunteer for it before it inevitably falls to them anyway.

Natalie is for the girls who are tired of being angry but don't know how to stop, who have raised themselves on it and who fuel themself on indignation and resentment and a violent core that no matter how justified will forever feel like screaming into a void, like wasted energy

Natalie is for the girls who continue being angry because without anger all that is left is the raw bloodied truth, without anger all that is left is the hurt and the exhaustion of a life full of cruelty they never deserved, without anger, without the shied, the symptom, then the cause, the pain, would be entirely too much

Natalie is for the girls who love in spite of themselves, who care and adore and sacrifice for people she knows wouldn't do the same for her, who have a heart bigger then they knows what to do with, bigger then even they understands, who clutch people too them in a way that makes it all to easy to slip through their fingers, no matter how tight they hold

Natalie is for the girls who exist out of spite, who are fully aware of how the word see's them, judges them, disregards them, and who continue to exist anyway, who have no real reason left to stay alive, no real hope left that life will get better, but who stay regardless

Natalie is for the girls who stay alive for love, not some overblown, over sanitised fairytale, but the destroying reality. Who will seek out lovers who will never give them enough, never truly deserve them and stay regardless, who see themselves as something awful and therefor think they deserve nothing more, who see themselves in the dangerous and hurtful and disliked, who think they're one and the same as the people who hurt them

Natalie is for the girls who suffer in silence, who think of their pain, their discomfort, their feelings as an imposition, they were told and taught to feel that way, who will swallow any complaints and blink back tears and keep on moving, step by step, who know long before any wilderness what survival takes

Natalie is for the girls who lash out, who take that burning anger, that bitterness, that resentment from treatment they didn't deserve and swallowed words and feelings that had a right to be said and unleash it at just the wrong moment, who feel cornered, like an animal, like pray, and who disgust themselves by it

Natalie is for the girls that forgive, who fail to hold grudges because a life of abuse shows them their priorities, who let things they shouldn't go and never return to them, who will let go, forgive but never truly forget, who know what it's like to hold guilt like a chain and who will do their best to alleviate it for others

Natalie is for the girls who hate their fathers but just want to hear them say one nice thing, who just want to be held by them and be told their proud, just once

Natalie is for the girls who resent their mothers, who see the mirrors between them and wish on everything they couldn't, who are acutely aware of the tragedy of her life and everything the world and their father has put her through, who are equally as aware of the role she played in the tragedy of theirs

Natalie is for the girls who chase boys who are bad for them, who will look past reminders of the men that haunt them and ignore and blame themselves for any less an consensual outcomes, who cannot imagine themselves as a true, pure victim, who feel guilty even thinking of labelling themselves as such

Natalie is for the girls who live in guilt, who cannot escape it not at night not in the sleep not through any high or wish of death, who feel they might choke on it if they have to exist in their body a second more

Natalie Scarroccio is for the girls that love, and who hate themselves for it.

#natalie scatorccio #yellowjackets #nat #character analysis #tw: abuse #tw: sa mention #I think about her too much #and I will write that character study one day it's coming I swear #she's so me fr

[allycat75]

Ok, I want to get real with you Boston Dumb Fuck.

I have been holding onto this post for a bit and the thought behind it has been haunting me for months.

While I am constantly amazed at your lack of moral fiber, when I see a fellow human in trouble I can't turn away. You look like you have just enough energy to literally put one foot in front of the other, play your part and slip into unconsciousness for the rest of the day. I have seen it before and it doesn't end well. It's a living purgatory.

But I also don't like being manipulated or being made to look stupid or crazy, so I will continue to call out your bullshit and how it is emblematic of everything that is wrong in our society. I also don't think many have called you out on your bullshit before so I am happy to provide that service. As much as I desire this to be my last rant to you, I am not naive enough to think that will happen anytime soon. The Red Knight has you tight in its grip (Side note: "The Fisher King" is a great movie to watch or re-watch. It may resonate right now).

I do wish I knew that you understood how fucked up you are and have at least a semblance of a plan of how you are going to make it right once you are free. I think the reaction from your (former) fans and even the general public was a shock to your system and you have so far to go to just come up to sea level again. If past is prologue, I fear you will just coast on your White Male Privlege and never learn the valuable lessons of this disaster. But ultimately, I am probably screaming into a void. At least I have put it out into the universe...

Early on, I compared your work in "Ghosted" to a Matthew Perry performance.

Before I continue, let me say I loved Matthew Perry and I can't believe he is gone. I always felt he had so much potential, as seen in "Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip" and "Go On", but there was always a barrier I sensed he put up, almost like it was a performance within a performance. What he thought we wanted him to be. Now, as we know, there was a mountain of insecurity he was hiding and numbing that haunted him to the end. How I wish he could have freed himself and enjoyed some true wins.

Now, I can't help but draw some additional mournful parallels to you and your current state, beyond your "Ghosted" performance within a performance.

We know you hate yourself (you were not joking during the SMA interview). You took your hand off the wheel and eyes off the road, relying only on your Captain America/internet boyfriend/dog dad persona, and wound up trapped in a blind alley. Now you are locked in this ridiculous contract.

To numb what you have become, you have disappeared into weed, at the very least. But escaping using weed is only healthy when you know what you are escaping from. When you have no tether, you are only sucked into a void where you risk not being able to return. You may say "it's just weed", but we have seen you make bad decision after bad decision and it only takes one to be life altering.

This may be hyperbolic. You may be in control of all of this and laughing at our reaction. Maybe you have mastered The Method and apply goth white makeup before you go out, have changed your diet to be sickly thin and hunch over on purpose, for your craft. But my daddy didn't raise a fool and I don't suffer them. I know when something is rotten in Denmark. I was raised to offer a hand when I could, regardless the reason or reward. So my offer is this (much of this is repeated from previous posts, but repetition is key to learning):

STOP! STOP! STOP! Your contractual obligations should be met by now. The little racist twat got press on her project release dates. That is all she deserves. If not, you need a doctor's note saying this is killing you, because it appears it is. And switching from awkwardly showing off that fucking ring or oafishly grabbing the wifey's hand in order to meet that contractual obligation to lovable, single dog dad so as to reinforce your dog food is Nazi-free has got to be dizzying; making the crazy-maker crazy. So whomever thought this was a good idea and kept you in it long after the effects were detrimental, remove them from your circle. They have no place in a healthy future.

Get help to change the behaviors that got you painted into this corner. This situation didn't come out of nowhere. Someone or many someones exploited your vulnerabilities and they could do it again if you aren't careful. And no more shushing or egoic narrative- either that is complete bullshit or no one taught you the next part of the curriculum. For once in your life, take accountability and accept responsibility for your actions.

Take the time to become healthy and strong in mind, body and spirit. And let those who still have a chance of liking you in the future miss you. You even admitted you don't make the best first impression. Lately you haven’t been making the best second, third or fourth either. Even Scarlett seems to be getting tired of you. One or two more stunts and no one is coming back. We may be talking about you, but a short term gain will mean a long term loss. Don't worry, we will remember you, and if you do the work, we will celebrate you.

Take an active role in rebuilding your life. Decide what to be and go be it. Others shouldn't care more about your happiness and success than you do. Enjoy some wins, you are allowed. Get back into the world again and see where you can make an impact (hint- it is not with ASP. I actually think that could set us all back. A good idea whose time has passed).

You were given privlege and opportunity and it is chicken shit you ran as soon as it got a little hard. Fight for your life. Others have lost their chance but you are still here and can make it chicken salad.

PS- "Cousins" is a great movie if you are wondering about the chicken shit/chicken salad line. And don't let anyone tell you the French version is better. They are just being pretentious.

#brian wilson vibes #Ai in human form #do better #Don't shush- learn the leasson #is this the life you wanted #We only get one life- you can either make it chicken shit or chicken salad. #Rich white male privlege- check it

[eruscreaminginthedistance]

Book recs based on stuff I read in 2023

Nonfiction

Under the Banner of Heaven by John Krakauer (2003) - it's outdated by about 20 years which leads to one hell of a jumpscare at the end, but I'd recommend it to anyone who's interested at all in Mormonism, high control groups, FLDS, and the history of abuse against women and girls in the LDS; it covers everything you need to know about the ways the LDS church has cultivated a paedophile/domestic abuse culture and it's fucking haunting and it's the most upset a book has ever made me

Black Tudors: The Untold Story by Miranda Kaufman (2017) - a really fun read; it's a collection of case studies of the real life Africans living or working in England during the Renaissance, with each chapter focusing on a different individual and what we know about them from parish records, legal documents etc. It's also a great primer on England's relationship with the slave trade and African nations from the 16th to 17th centuries. Also I listened to this on audiobook and the lady's voice is super soothing

Problematic gay rep

Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin (1956) - yeah okay turns out Baldwin is the GOAT of queer lit for a reason. I don't even like 20th century stuff but Baldwin can WRITE man I was sucked in! And David is the BLUEPRINT of problematic gay rep! I loved watching his awful decisions I hope he suffers eternally! It's a short and easy read and a classic for a reason do give it a chance

Exquisite Corpse by Poppy Z Brite/William Martin (1996) - I'm not sure if I'm deadnaming Martin here because I bought the book earlier this year and it was still being attributed to Poppy Z Brite so I guess it's being treated like an author pseudonym now? I think? Anyway, don't read this book unless you're a disgusting freak like me who enjoys torture porn. This book comes with every content warning under the sun and I had an AMAZING couple of afternoons reading this book. American Psycho, Jeffrey Dahmer and NBC Hannibal had a baby and Martin delivered it; it's a raw, twisted and angry scream into the void about AIDS, homeless queer youth, homophobia and cultural stigma, wrapped up in a bow made of intestines. I went into this book hoping to see people get tortured and came out of it quite melancholic with a lot to think about, and I accidentally got attached to the victim oops!

The Charioteer by Mary Renault (1953) - I was gonna make a non-problematic section just for this book but then I remembered all the rampant femmephobia xD and Ralph and Laurie would 100% be bootlicking gays against pride. This book personally isn't for me - it's a lot of love triangle nonsense - but I think the tumblr demographic is particularly primed for gay World War II love triangle stories, and it's a softer, happier love story than my other recs. Would recommend if you can get past the main characters being pick mes.

Manga

No Longer Human by Junji Ito (2019) - this is a story about being a bad person and ruining everyone's lives especially your own lol; I loved the original prose version, but Ito's spin of the story makes everything so much worse and if I hadn't literally read a book about irl paedophilia the month before I think this book would have put me in the angriest and most violent place I've been all year. Love gorgeous art? Love mental illness? Love despicable spineless main characters? Get on this

Other fiction

The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco (1980) - it took me a month to read this entire book. It's so self-indulgent and long winded and contrived and the big twist is laughable and I wouldn't have it any other way! It's just some old guy playing in his sand box with his little monk action figures and it's charming af. Plus the concept of a monastic murder mystery involving several orders of monks will never not be fun, and I'm biased towards the book cos my guess at the very start as to whodunnit was right >:) would recommend if you like Sherlock Holmes and long long diatribes about medieval Catholic geopolitics

Garth Marenghi's Terrortome by Garth Marenghi (2022) - this one's just a bit of a laff. The horror comedy ramblings of a man going stir crazy during COVID lockdowns. You don't need to have seen Garth Marenghi's Darkplace to understand the book but it is recommended if you can access it. Content warning for explicit man x typewriter

We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson (1962) - it's a modern day (relatively) witch story! Jackson was writing about and for all the weird autistic little girls out there with this one. It's a gothic murder mystery about two co-dependent sisters who are outcasts in their village. It was a great introduction to Jackson's work

#i've still got two more books to read before 2023 ends but I don't think they're gonna make the list so it's fine lol #books #reading #my reading #literature #bookblr #reading wrap up #book recommendations #book reccs

[venus-vermillion01]

Eternal Rest (Series. Ryomen x Reader ) Chapter 1: Lamp post

Author’s Note: Hey yall! This is my first chapter to my series, please excuse the edits, it was a draft but I got lazy on editing it properly. :D. Either way I hope yall enjoy this journey and I hope this series will last long. I post pretty slow but I will do my best to make it consistent as possible. 

Summary:From the Feudal era and since the beggining, it was always known that the King of Curses roamed the land, tormenting the many and causing destruction. For where ever he went there was always a mysterious curse being by his side, his right hand, queen and mother of curses (YN) (L/N). It was all perfect in her eyes till a certain promiscuous human slithered into her King’s eyes. Why did things go so terribly wrong? So wrong that it was worth ripping her heart out? Reincarnation, shall commence. 

The fresh breeze followed by the scattering of falling leaves felt strangely serene. Ahh yes this memory. For once Sukuna didn't have to worry about those pestering sorcerers as he lazily laid on the wooden floor, gazing at the female curse in front of him. She sat in front of him as he watched her fingers meticulously clean their weapons of blood, noticeably taking more time on his than her own. 

It was moments like this he wished would last much longer. Now looking back, he never did appreciate the beauty she held. Her figure, her hair, intricate symbols that were covered by the dark green yukata she repeatedly wore. It was a gift from him after he noticed her old one was worn out. He was too infatuated with a human to notice your loving gazes and devotion to him. A human woman who in the end would prove to be disloyal. A human that held no actual value when being compared to a being such as themselves.  

If he could turn back the clock he would, yet that is in the past now. A curse like himself cannot be riddled with guilt. In the end he suffered the consequences of his actions, now forced to spend eternity alone, reminiscing of the past was all that was keeping him from going insane. He laughed at the notion. To be cursed by insanity. 

“Forever till the end my king,” her soothing voice instantly drew his attention. 

He saw her lips morph into a smile and eyes shine with genuine content at the declaration. Her promise. He reached out to touch her, just to feel some semblance of her warmth against his fingers would satisfy his hunger.

My queen, he thought as his finger tips barely grazed the sleeve of her dress, it all instantly disappeared into smoke. The illusion was broken. 

He scoffed in annoyance as he sat on his bony throne, trapped within his innate domain in the body of his vessel. 

“Wait my love. I will find you,”he mumbled out. 

“What was that Sukuna?” Yuji asked. 

“Shut it!” 

For some strange reason, time felt as if it slowed down. Trickling densely like an hourglass as you felt the ice cold liquid overpower your senses. It felt shocking. Floating in a void. 

It’s black, everything around you except for the strange dimly lighted surface emitting a sickly green. 

How long have I been here? Seconds. A heart wrenching pain bloomed in your chest, you gasped only allowing the strange water to flood your mouth.

No it hasn’t, it’s been years. 

You screamed in agony, only for it to be muffled by the water.  

Tears rolled down your eyes, blending into the black water. His smile, his face, and those prominent black symbols.  

His hand, covered in thick black liquid holding a glowing crystal. Fragments of memories that come and go, haunting you endlessly. Reminding you were such a fool back then. 

Why me? 

…

“ Wake up, wake up,” a girl's voice woke you up as she gently shook your shoulder. 

You groaned as you lifted your head from the desk, feeling like your head was full of cotton.

. “ You were pretty out of it. Didn’t you sleep well?” your friend, Mayu, asked. 

You didn’t answer while still waking from that dream. Was it even a dream, it felt way too real. A chill ran up your spine just thinking about that black endless void. 

“Come on, it’s getting late and I think we studied long enough,” Mayu suggested with a bright smile. “Yeah, sorry about that. It’s just I keep on having,” 

“ The same dream,” Mayu finished your sentence. 

You nodded your head in confirmation as you gathered your stationary and followed her to the doorway. 

“I think your just over stressing about stuff. Dreams tend to show our deepest troubles, wishes,” she said with certainty. It didn’t settle right with you. “Or they can be memories of a past life, I’m telling you Mai that they feel too real. It almost feels like an out of body experience,” you explained, your eyebrows pinched together as you recalled that chilling snippet of the dream. You were so lost in thought , Mayu suddenly pulled your jacket back to stop you from walking into the bustling street.

“ Aren’t you paying attention? Be careful please,”she said concerned.

Mayu instantly caught onto your hints of discomfort and unusual aloofness. she’s known you forever and she’s known you to be strong, carefree and not little things bother you. So to see you being plagued by this worried her. 

“Tell me about it then,” 

“What?” you deadpanned, not because you weren’t paying attention but it came to you that you never really explained the content of your dream clearly to Mai. 

“Yes, I want to know, maybe I can help you decipher it and we can find the root of the problem together,” Mai Suggested. 

You could t help but smile. “Oh Mai, what would I do without you?” You joked. “I don’t know, probably get lost,” she snickered. You both giggled as you two hopped onto the train, taking two empty seats near the doorway.

  “So in my dream sometimes I can see myself, but it’s not really me, I think. I look … older, different and I’m sad,” explaining it out loud just made it sound like any other dream , but you purposefully left out some of the details. “ Do you feel sad? In your dream?” 

“No…” pondering on how exactly to describe it. “I feel “her” sadness, like it’s just amplified around her or me … look all know is that I’m underwater in this black river with green pool lights and then that’s not the weirdest part?” You quickly explained. 

Mai gave you a curious look. “What’s the weirdest part?” 

As you were to answer, the chimes rang through the intercom signaling your stop. 

“Tell me tomorrow, first thing in the morning,” Mai said as you walked onto the platform. 

“I will. Get home safe,” you called out, waving her goodbye as the train doors closed. 

A strange prickling sensation came over your head making you wince. “ Man what is up with me these days,” you said to yourself, trudging up the dirty subway stairs onto the familiar streets you used to get home. 

You made your trek around the crowded streets, passing delicious food vendors, the smoke and the illuminating fluorescent lights that the arcades gave off. The same tv store you passed every day caught your attention. Standing in front of the display window with many bright screens were on the same news channel. “On today's news, officers have reported to have found another body of a young girl within the district. This is the second case of a missing person found dead within the last 3 days. Officers say that the culprit seems to be targeting young adolescent girls and young women. It is advised that all should avoid staying out late and stay within crowded public areas. Detectives have described the e,” the news reporter was abruptly interrupted by some static interference.  Despite the strange chill you got, you continued moving forward.

“What’s the weirdest part?” Mais voices echoed in your head. Well the fact that when you watch from afar, older you have pretty black tattoos across your face, not to mention that your hair is white as snow. A far cry from your ( h/c) . And you're wearing a torn kimono, revealing a portion of your chest… a gaping hole where your heart should be. 

Your stomach twisted as you can still her yells and cries for help. Maybe that’s my future, that thought made your heart stop for a moment. “ What am I thinking ? Why do I do this to myself ?” Think happy thoughts like Tokyo and what are you going to cook for dinner? Putting a little hop into your step to trick yourself into a better mood. Now that you think of it, your dreams started when you encountered that pink haired boy a couple of months ago. 

The lights of the lamp post brightened the park path, until you reached a certain point. They were dead , leaving one side completely illuminated and the other dark. That prickling feeling shot through your head and you noticed something, it was absolutely quiet, no clicks from grasshoppers or birds chirping. The sound of rushing cars from the streets behind you have eerily  disappeared. 

Your feet felt like lead as your heart rapidly beat against your chest. Something isn’t right. The bleak obsidian forest felt ominous, it even felt like the shadows were getting darker and growing? 

What did that news lady say again,“Stay within crowded public areas.” 

Your instincts told you better, you turned on your heel to walk back. 

Then that sensation of needles amplified and the once warm outside felt like it dropped in temperature. Your heart sank as you heard a whisper behind you. Your throat felt closed and you were stuck in place,frozen by the unknown presence behind you. “Okasan,” it whispered once more but this time it tickled your ear. 

There was no time to scream as you were pulled into the dark shadows . There was none of your belongings  left behind on the path as if nothing happened . 

... 

A bright blue light appeared at the surface, a startling contrast that wasn’t you haven’t seen before. It beckoned you to come for it. “Okasan,” you can faintly hear. Unconsciously, you reached for it. 

…

It all happened so fast, it was unfathomable leaving you gasping, streams of tears across your face as you felt a strange object being shoved down your windpipe. 

Your mouth was pried open by something you only see in nightmares. Your strength was nothing compared to this thing, using all your might to push its nimbly hand away from your face but to no avail. Whatever little crystal it placed into your mouth, you refused to swallow. The creature was already one step ahead, clamping your mouth shut and covering your nose with the other. 

In the distance you can hear havoc and growls, people yelling. 

Suffocating, the impending pain and exhaustion were high, and your resolve was depleting. The sound of growls, tremors were slowly being drowned out. Why is this happening to me? Did I ever do something to deserve this?

The little crystal felt uncomfortable as it traveled down your throat. An electrifying sensation traveled through your body as spots speckled your sight, and your surroundings began to cave in. 

… 

 A melodious, mischievous laugh echoed as you drifted, children's laughter. Oh how you missed them. 

A bright blue light appeared at the surface, a startling contrast that you haven’t seen before. It beckoned you to come for it. “Okasan,” you can faintly hear. Unconsciously you reached for it just the bright light blinded your sight. Your peripheral vision caught a glimpse of someone as you were being pulled into the light while they were being dragged into your abyss. 

…

Pain. That’s all you can process as a blood curdling scream escapes your lungs, coughing and gasping for air after coming out of that purgatory state. 

“It's time to wake up, mother ,” an all too familiar voice gently spoke followed by a small whine . As your vision cleared the first thing you are greeted with is the spindly long figure curse you knew all too well. How could you forget those adoring gold eyes and the lopsided jagged smile he presented you with, he is your son after all. Tears continued to seep out of your eyes, as the pain slowly diminished and relief blossomed instead.

 “Strife,” you said in affirmation as he gently placed you on your feet. It was all clear to you now, the lights of tall buildings, the strange noises that filled the air and the clothing you wore. 

“I’ve been reincarnated,” you said as you looked into the cloudy night sky. The feeling of the breeze hit you, it felt sweet to be in the open once again, spreading your arms as if to embrace the sky. Gently twirling in it like if you were dancing with it.  

A laugh bubbles within your throat, you couldn’t help it. 

“Finally I am free from my imprisonment!!” You yelled into the air, a smile plagued by insanity drawn across your face. Basking in the light was exhilarating, the air against your warm skin.

 “Oh how I missed the human realm,” you spoke soothingly to Strife as you gently caressed his large face. Setting your forehead to touch his, “ And now that I am here, we have to find the others,” 

Strife let out a low hum in approval. “Mother, there is something you must know before we look for the others,” he said. 

“ And what is that?”  

“The sorcerer’s will come for you,”Strife said as a snarl escaped his mouth.

“Mhhhh, I figured as much. Do you have anything in mind?” 

Strife eyebrows knitted as he thought, a smile fell across your face. Just like always. Thinking about everything. 

One moment everything was like the old days until you noticed his long ears perked up, twitching immediately sending him to put a defensive stance in front of you. “ What is wrong?” 

“THAT cursed user is here,” he hissed while his black fur began to stand on its ends. Whoever this sorcerer must be strong, in other words will be a nuisance to you. A sigh left your mouth. “And I just woke up.”you whined.

.“Mhhhh, then do what you have to do?” you said. Seeing Strife's mischievous grin only meant one thing, you weren’t going to like it. 

... 

Sukuna continued to ignore the bickering between the brat and his friends. Discussing another case of a potential curse causing the death of humans. He closed his eyes and attempted to return to his memories. His eyes shot open when he felt a ripple of curse energy, again. This is the second time. The first time it occurred a few months ago followed a smaller wave, it slightly drew his attention even as he resided within the brats body, he chose to ignore it. It was nothing compared to his power yet he couldn’t shake the strange familiarity that curse energy brought, it was like he had forgotten someone’s name but couldn’t recall who it was. It didn’t matter to him in the end as he had no need for such miscellaneous things. 

That was until the second ripple occurred shortly after dark. Unlike the first one, it held more energy causing Yuji and Kugisaki to stop whatever they were doing. It was heavy with malice and expanded much farther, warning other smaller curses to leave. An energy dense similar to his own. It couldn’t be, no. A rush of excitement enthralled him as a wicked smile crept onto Sukuna’s face. He could practically taste the  distinct aura, bitter yet sweet just as he remembered. It took every ounce of self control not to burst into laughter as he pinpointed what district the curse energy was coming from. It was all making sense now. Don’t worry, my love. Soon we will be reunited.

#Sukuna x reader Historical AU Queen of curses Sukuna x curse reader jjk

[tornsurvivors]

@torntruth​ sent in; ( 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑. )

It’s the simple fact that it’s hard to catch Alexi sitting in the first place - she’s always moving (and, unfortunately, she still subscribes to courtesies when it’s not just her, Emily, or Sylvanas). But, Emily caught her today. Emily takes said opportunity to sit directly on Alexi’s lap, facing each other, thighs on either side of Alexi’s hips. Then… Emily just buries her head in the crook of Alexi’s neck.

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐃, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑. Sometimes it’s as if she never grew out of her kid phase-- where she’s always off on an adventure by the sea. Or on the sea with her father.  The reasons just change the older she gets. No longer by the sea,    despite still being a daughter of the sea by heart,    Alexi’s more passionate about helping the people of Dunwall. And their Empress, their beloved Empress-- the biggest reason why she’s always moving. Ensuring their walls are safe. Ensuring Emily isn’t about to fall in the line of a crosshair. Ensuring they are happy. Sitting around for too long makes her antsy.

( It’s so worth being exhausted by the end of the day. ) 

Okay, maybe she’s a little TOO exhausted at the moment. Only reason why she’s sitting down.  To catch her breath.  There isn’t anything big going on anyway, almost everything seems to have been taken care of. Sylvanas’ off doing her routine thing with the rookies, it IS the Overseer’s turn to train them after all. Alexi almost snorts in amusement at the humorous mental picture of a rookie stepping out of line, only to be scared back into it-- by the six foot plus shadowy elf growling at them. The laugh never came, nor did the snort.  Because she’s suddenly wrapped up in a familiar warmth; disregard the lack of the lingering coldness of the Void. The Void just isn’t present for now. This is their moment. 

Sea-colored eyes blink, before becoming lidded as Alexi smiles. Arms move almost immediately, as she finally indulges in something she’s been yearning for all day long. To hug Emily tight.  Fingers curling tightly on the back of Emily’s jacket and arms squeezing Emily flush against her own body. Just to hold her and remind herself this is as real it gets. No longer a dream she’s had nearly every night, while she hid away with the rebels-- planning their counterattack on Delilah and the betrayers. Oh, what it would’ve been like... to see the look on Ramsey’s face if he had seen her return to haunt him. Although him being dead is preferred.

The way Alexi buries her face in Emily’s neck and inhales deeply, before a soft kiss is pressed there just screams out:  ‘I missed you, too.’ 

#PLEASE I LOVED THIS LITTLE SURPRISE IN MY INBOX. #ALEXI THREADS » endure the dark tempest #ALEXI REL » loyal till the end of time ( alexi x emily ) #torntruth #VERSE: DISHONORED // the shadows within

[frxgments-of-frxgments]

What’s with this mirror? Who keeps a broken—

When she sees the movement followed by the hand, Random can’t help but stare. It takes her a moment to realize the ghost is “speaking”, but she continues to read the paper and frowns.

I mean, I was in prison so I’m out of the loop, but I just assumed he has this house ‘cause he’s rich. I guess I never thought about why he’s living alone.

She glances up from the paper to the…person (?) in the mirror.

Wait, so you’re saying he’s the reason you haunt this house? Who are you anyway?

There’s the sound of glass breaking again, the mirror’s surface fracturing more spiderweb cracks as it’s laughter rattles it’s frame against the wall. Small flakes of it are falling to the floor and exposing what should be the back of the frame, but instead is a gaping black void,as if it was a window to the night sky without any stars. Something flashes through the space.

No. This house was never meant for one. He had a family once, you know. Friends who would come visit. A staff to cater to his every whim. He was ever so popular, after all. A real charmer. Talented, famous, handsome, charismatic, generous... They loved him. How could they not?

And then he killed them.

The hand slams against the mirror, and the jagged cracks it sends splintering through its surface extend far beyond the glass to split the wooden frame and creep along the walls. More shards fall to the ground, larger this time, shattering and scattering in pieces at Random’s feet, more of the blackness revealed to begin showing bloodshot eyes staring at her. No matter how long she tries to meet their gaze, they never blink.

I was his friend. I wanted to help him. And this is how he repaid me.

The words aren’t on the paper anymore. They’re everywhere, all around them, a thousand voices all screaming at once. The hand doesn’t stop pounding on the glass, each hit splintering the space around them more, until the very walls are flaking away, the manors pretty surface breaking to reveal the truth of itself. There’s nothing here. It’s all lies. Can’t you see? He’s like a beautiful flower, all bright colours, and welcoming petals, but the moment you reach to touch you realise that it’s all poison, but it’s much too late.

He’ll do it to Yancy. He’ll do it to Asterius. He’ll do it to you. None of you are safe with him.

I’m trying to help you.

#; fragments of fragments (ic) #; through the glass (asks) #; it's not fair isn't it? (the manor) #; jailbirds of a feather (random) #; the crypt of randomness #tw unreality #tw horror #UH #YEAH #SORRY ABOUT THIS I GUESS))

[tirorah]

I've finished the episode, so this is the final post for today. I just want to talk about this scene because it confuses a lot of people.

Here we have Sailor Jupiter's first 'awakening', so to speak, and it's by far the strangest out of all of them. Makoto is getting strangled by the Youma and reaches out to Takeru, trying to say 'help'. He screams and runs off. (There's a big scary monster there so I get it, but not cool!)

Then we get this scene in a white void where Makoto flashes back to all the people who left her. Fun times. But then, this! Suddenly Sailor Moon turns up, gives her a bracelet, and tells her to transform. She does, and destroys the Youma on instinct.

On the face of it, none of this makes sense. But I have a reading of it that--in my opionion--makes it better.

For starters, she's choking to death right now. (Notice that she's still panting a bit when the fight ends.) This isn't literally happening; Sailor Moon didn't show up to tell her she wasn't alone, because that would mean Usagi can read her thoughts (remember, Makoto has basically no oxygen left to even mutter this in a delirious state for Usagi to hear). What we're seeing is not real, it's something in her mind.

What likely happened in the real world is that Usagi and co. arrived at the scene, saw Makoto dying a slow death in front of them, and Usagi called her name.

So, why does Usagi then appear here, and as Sailor Moon no less? There are multiple possible explanations for this: maybe Usagi was transformed when she called out, maybe there's some sort of Princess/Guardian connection going on, etc. But for all I know, that's nonsense.

What if it's her own powers, though? What if it's nature, which has been manifesting itself as wind for the entire episode, reaching out to her and telling her to transform? She's been unable to understand any of that so far, but if there's any moment to hear nature clearly, it's being in a near-death limbo state.

So yeah, this is nature communicating with Makoto, and it takes Usagi's form because Usagi is the one who has been there for her. Makoto was still recovering from her humiliation when Usagi came running in seemingly out of nowhere, took her hand and allowed her to pour her heart out. If there's any sign she's not alone anymore, it's Usagi's beaming face.

As for her eagerness to transform: Like I said before, Makoto is haunted by all of the losses she's suffered. She's desperate for any reason that might explain why her life has been so miserable. Now she gets this bone thrown to her. Suddenly all of her suffering was a plan to get her here, to this place, with these people, for an important purpose.

This is a huge relief. Finally something makes sense. And fighting evil? Yeah, she can do that, no questions asked. Makoto is very okay with this development.

Anyway, that's my interpretation here. I do wish we'd gotten a little scene of the other Senshi arriving to make this clearer, but I think it works when you look at Makoto's character arc as a whole.

#tirorah rewatches pgsm #pgsm ep 06 #of course she later gets it into her head that she DOES need to be alone #but that's more in a romantic sense as she still sticks with her friends #somehow she seems to believe that their bond with her wouldn't be as strong as a romantic one #and Makoto...sweetie...that's such a wrong assumption #pretty guardian sailor moon #pgsm

[deadxlv]

Far Away Soul, White Cold Star 💫

Chapter: 16 p.3 “What have you to Prove?! As your own demise shall reap their ends!”

All you can hear is the internalized screaming of those around you- void of what..the instant you closed your eyes and accepted the truth you won't and can never be truly one, you stare back into a real mirror and see yourself..staring back at you with those same beady eyes of yours is nothing less of yourself..

  Whispering of many foul mistakes and thoughts can only ring deeper and deeper into your psyche the further in you delve into this pointless conflict, accept it you aren't them and they aren't you- they only carry a piece of your consciousness..your body, nothing is true, but the further we delve we want nothing less for the voices to stop. Take this risk, open your eyes to the truth, you remember the warm white sands when you awoke the first time?, good, now face ahead into a new future as this is just the beginning. You've traveled thousands upon millions of miles, made new friends, seen new lands, eaten new foods to even made genuine connections with people you would've never met if not for your choices. Stop lingering in your mistakes and your past self can only continue to make those mistakes as long as you remember them, Hijìn you need to wake up..not for their sakes, not for your friends, but for the survival of your own soul..

  Rang the message within himself, Hijìn slowly opened his eyes seeing in slow motion the two dark embodiments of his mind try and viciously attack him in unison, their energies radiating nothing but hate towards him and only him. They wanted nothing to do with him and sought only their selfish desires to be met, regardless of who got in their way even his friends they'd do what they pleased and it did nothing less to annoy him for having kept these pent up emotions within himself this whole time. The time in the desert when he first awakened his power of the Elders people against the strange Skeleton-like Corpse, when he awakened from near death by the 'Rajòz' hitting him mid air, the Elders powers reawakening when he fought his hardest against the Undead again, again against the parasite ridden one of his people causing the destruction of the soul well, arriving at the red woods with the mental pain of the parasite taking over again, blacked out when he was captured by Ma'ire awakening to seeing V stabbing him with arrows, and finally the feeling of uncontrollable anger and slithering of the parasite within his very body making him lose his own humanity as he beat V's face into a bloody pulp. These two have been haunting his every choice, they have always been in control, they were the reason why we hurt so many people, they are the reason..we hurt..Aba.

  Time had finally caught up with the events and in the epicenter of the collision of consciousnesses a large explosion of grey dust hid all that was going on, within the cloud the sounds of hard thumping, growls of pain, and slashing were heard until it all went silent. The dust began to set just as two heavy pounding noises came from within and the Beast like Anger of Hijìn as well as the dark embodiment of hatred being the Parasite were launched far off into the distance in opposite directions, small holes were blasted into the body of the Parasite as it was launched away, but with a clenched fist and a face consumed with disbelief the being of darkness hit many dead trees in its path before hitting the ground. The Being of Anger fell back rolling on the ground trying to get a grip after such a heavy hit, failing every chance until their clawed hands gripped the clear ground stopping their momentum; The impact was so hard it caused them to stagger in their attempts to get up, holding their chest with both hands in pain looking ahead only to see the cause, Hijìn, who stood in the center not even giving the honor of facing those he had just injured. Anger growing, the Being let go of its chest and began to run towards the human on all fours like some savage trying to strike at them for dare hitting them and in that same instance so did the parasite after getting wounded in return for attempting to gut the human previously.

  A heavy heart and even harder impacts the two entities fist collided with the humans face, Anger knocking the human to the left before the Parasite punched into his face as well stabilizing him in the middle of the two. Hijìn had not even flinched at either attacks that came his way, he accepted them fully as he glanced left and right to either one of the entities only to sigh in annoyance, grabbing both of their fists and beginning to slowly push them back with much resistance. The Parasites eyes widened in further disbelief as they beckoned, "H-What?! How the Fuck?! Impossible you are nothing less of a filthy piece of shit beneath my feet, an anomaly, a failure at every turn, how fucking dare you I hope you DIE!!", screaming out they vanished into thin air soon reappearing in front of Hijìn launching a full force kick to the face. The Beast-like Anger roared out like a feral dog as it witnessed its fist slowly getting pushed away wanting to throw another hit at the human with a hard felt jab, but just as it threw it Hijìn glared at them for even trying and simply took a step back mid attack.

  Bewildered and an absence of reason, the Parasites foot and the Beasts face collided into one another causing both to tumble, but just as the Parasite kicked the Beast away Hijìn was standing right behind them as he slowly began to fall back down to land. As the Parasite fell the human would open his mouth with a small cocky grin, turning around with eyes widened fully in shock the Parasite couldn't even react fast enough as it's face was grabbed by Hijìn's hand and instantly pummeled into the void-like ground. Over and over and over again into the ground without remorse, the strength in Hijìn's arm growing stronger with each pounding of the Parasites head into the ground until their head was caved in straight into the ground, but just as he let their face go Hijìn would sit down right in front of them and say, "You know your right, I'd selfishly just want your unique powers to give me an edge especially since you live within my body and I sustain you, but in no way shape or form do I need you..", Hijìn yanked the Parasites head outside of the hole it was buried into the ground and raised it up till it was eye level before saying, "I want you to know..I don't need you, you disgust..Me, I will kill every single last one of your kind with my bare hands..before I even consider you apart of me, better yet even worthy enough of being a parasite in my body..". Hijìn muttered it out to the parasite in a deep guttural monotone tone of voice with nothing but a emotionless stare right back into the eyes of the Parasite.

  The Parasite writhed in place as it began to lose its human form turning back down into a melted fleshy state in an in between of man and parasite, Hijìn stepped on them as he walked off ahead to seek out the Beast-like Anger in his mind with the Parasite screeching in pain from the force of the step upon their very bodies, but as Hijìn walked away they slowly rose and echoed out in a weakened raspy tone, "They're gone..they're all gonna die you know..my creator knows your here, She knows your here, we all know where you all live and your the reason why they're all gonna die, everything on this accursed planet is plagued by us..and just because you have our abilities in rare times of need doesn't mean your any better..". Hijìn burrowed his eyebrows with the same emotionless look on his face with his back turned to the parasite as he kept walking forward, it was just that the Parasite had to mutter one last thing, "Tch..", a crooked smile ripping itself out of its black tar like flesh as it said, "I hope you know..I loved..every second..every moment of your fear and pain..when I first came out of your blind eye..as a kid..and gouged your fathers eye out with..one swipe..". Weakly and raspy cough-like laugher echoing in the void of Hijìn's mind from the Parasite who truly left a horrible mark in the humans life, caused so much pain, and harmed so many in his young life, but with the chance to finally set things right all the human did was..walk away..not even giving the Parasite the satisfaction of getting erased from his psyche.

  Hijìn kept walking on ahead as the dead trees began to fade and the grey grass slowly started to vanish, his meditation was getting cut short by someone on the outside, quickly turning around the Beast-like Anger thrusted itself like the idiotic dog it was and tried clawing at the human one last time only for its attempt to be in vain. Swerving right the Human dodged the attack grabbing the Beast by the neck and forcibly strangling them with all their strength, with the same monotone tone of voice and emotionless demeanor Hijìn muttered out, "your the culmination of all my anger, I sympathize..I truly do, but I don't need you either..I've learned enough to mend my own desires..no more needless killing, no more brutality unless it's necessary, no more..especially of you..". The Beast whimpered out weakly as it clawed at his hands to try and get set free, but just as it tried Hijìn used both hands and slammed it down into the ground strangling it as hard as possible, sounds of bones popping in its neck one by one as the Human went on with the dimension in his head collapsing.

  Whimpering of the Beast-like Anger being the last thing capable of being heard as he finally snapped out the meditative state and back into reality once again, eyes fluttered weakly in the late evening as Hijìn started to awaken, but all around him were members of his tribe trying to see him get up. The Elder held the sides of Hijìn's shoulders with a concerned look on his face, the Guards were growling out to two others running away in the confusion, pushing through the Guards to his friend Kÿr would appear also having the worried look to his friend. Hijìn looked around in confusion being a bit dazed as he looked at everyone muttering under his breath, "Wh..wh-what..is going..on..?", Kÿr grabbed his face and started shaking it slightly causing the human to get out the sleep-like state a bit faster, "We in some Hot Shit Right Now! Your Awake from your Trance! Great!!! Now we got to head back and make sure everyone is safe!", Kÿr exclaimed in a concerned tone of voice.

  Confusion still lingered in his mind, but what he had no idea about was that during his day long trance ripples of green energy rocked through the forest and what caused such panic was from far away a thunderous roar shook the ground beneath their feet echoing the end in the Elders people, getting lifted up and fitted more protective clothes immediately by the two guards helping to put it on they all stopped and froze at the sound of a firework-like explosion. They all turned around to a clearing in the trees up to their home in the mountain, Hijìn stepped forward after properly attaching the straps of his new dark metal armor from his peoples smiths facing up at the visual of the mountain, Kÿr stepped forward in clean clothes and small amount of armor as their faces all got illuminated from a bright green light. Out of nowhere in the dark sky a large green shot over the trees slamming straight into the mountain causing a massive explosion, Hijìn and Kÿr as well as everyone else by them ducked from the force of the blast before Hijìn turned around and yelled out in disbelief, "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!". The Elder took a step forward and staggered in his step falling to his knees, the guards dropped their arms to their side losing all hope, and Kÿr shook in his very step in fear after just witnessing over half of the whole mountain getting vaporized.

  From the top of a tall nearby tree stood someone familiar, Crystalline Jade bow hanged down after a successful shot, black pulsing energy rippling down their light green skin, a flick of their white hair behind their ear as a familiar black mask fell to their feet rocking side to side until they stepped on it crushing it to dust. The wind from their attack blowing air around harshly with their blind cold dead eyes staring at all the destruction, a smirk spreading across their black lips as they heard the shocking screams of agony far off in the distance stood no one else but V. She was alone without Hèr'La nowhere to be seen, just now something was vastly different about her, V's demeanor went from some novice assassin to a blood thirsty masochistic killer as she passed some blood down her cheek to her lips. Taking steps away and disappearing into the darkness down some steps as right behind her pinned to the tree with many arrows were a small group of dead younglings from the Elders tribe. Their bodies ripped many holes and mutilated, the horrid woman walking down the tree would do nothing until she muttered under her breath, "I'm back..Father gave me the strength I needed and more, stupid Mutt- I'm coming to gut your filthy ass and display you to the world for everyone to see you ripped into a billion pieces..she couldn't stop me and no one ever will..", chuckling to herself before vanishing into thin air leaving behind no trace of her being there.

  I told you..she has those eyes..she sees all and now they had to pay the price for your insolence, if only you let yourself die to her will would they have been saved a bit longer until getting what they deserved. Filthy Mutt..now you see how pathetically weak you truly are, now she will come for us and that little rodent you call Kÿr will be the first to perish~

How do you like to say? Forgone..may she gut you like a rat..and my victory soon..idiotic Hijìn~

#action adventure #male protagonist #oc story #original story #forgonelands #forgonelandsoc #furry friends #secondarc #chapter sixteen #destruction #chaos #female characters #power up #new havoc

[banditomojado]

Had an idea a while back to write a piece using the titles of songs I love. This is the end result:

The Playlist

Sitting on the mercy seat, writing the perfect sonnet.

The ideal husband, his lies shine bright like a comet.

Nine crimes spread out like a flower.

The agony burns a pitch black power.

An attempt to tip the scales failed,

And angels fell from the moon and got impailed,

On the razor sharp sins of us animals.

A wink and a smirk from the undercover cannibal.

At the bottom of everything, his ruthlessness is understandable,

But his redemption is quite laughable.

So catch me on the bad dream hotline

Whispering sweet nothings so sublime.

For a nickel or a dime, come waste your time.

I'll sing you to sleep, kind boy,

At the center of my void.

My sweet prince, brushed in red and living in black and white.

A love not so bulletproof, it gave out in the dead of night.

He has blue eyes like the devils water,

And black lipstick he stole from his daughter.

What shame, he could have saved himself.

But he buried himself alive by his bookshelf,

While the calander hung itself; All out of time.

Stuck between life and death, no reason or rhyme.

Cross out the eyes of the once and future poet.

Dance and weep for all the time stolen.

Hold the devil nice and tight.

Demons with halos waltzing through the night, a scary sight

I mean, what is adulthood if not disenchantment?

A careful dissection of all ten commandments.

"Do you feel real?" Asks the lonely dreamer

As long as I'm drowning in this dreamlike fever

Best believe I'm a believer.

Fake plastic trees decorate the lawn of the pastor.

The four winds rip them apart in defiance of his master.

He's a hipster charlatan!

"Let him burn!" screamed the faithful artisans

All while the golden prophet makes herself known

And the guilty conscience of all weak men is shown

A handsome stranger called death is summoned to collect our meager breaths.

And not a moment too soon.

Hate me and haunt me under this blue moon.

Heaven knows I'm miserable now.

I know it's over, so go ahead and take a bow.

In every dream home, a heart aches.

In all the smoke blown, a lung breaks.

In all the hate shown, the earth shakes.

In all the love sown, the sun wakes.

"Isn't life beautiful?" Says the lover I don't have to love.

The movement of the hand crushes the white dove.

No voy a llorar, i swear to god

Out running karma, what a facade

A paradise lost, a to-do-list uncrossed

But your lips, sweet like passionfruit

Save me from the wicked roots

Of internalized misogyny and poetic tragedy

Politics and violence and soul crushing apathy.

They say pretty girls put boys in cemetery's

Save that shit, womanhood isn't predatory.

They are divine, sweet wine from the vine

Skin and bones and superior by design.

But now I'm slow dancing in the dark

Star shopping by myself in the park.

Looking for a strange encounter.

One last night of being a fucking debbie downer.

So I'll walk away as the door slams.

"Why do I wonder why?" says the poor man.

#bandito's poetry #poem #music #playlist #art #artists on tumblr

[orchestrated-haunting]

caesar cake pre stabbing

(friend said it looked like a las vegas sign???)

#ides of march #haunting screams into the void with no real reason

[mandysxmuses]

“A Look into the Dark” (todd)

There were a variety of reasons Todlich hated Serpentin. The nightmares he brought on were one of them. To be subjected to such horrific imagery that, in the end, was the result of one of the most stupidly friendly people in the Void... it made Todlich feel stupid to be scared so shitless when he woke up from it.

But that didn't stop it from happening. All it took was one look from him in the Raven's Nest earlier that day -- a twisted, frightening smile that looked as though it was about to split through his nose and across his head -- that haunted Todlich's mind until he went to sleep that night. He hadn't told Emily what had shaken him up so badly, mostly because he didn't want her going out to see anything similar.

But that didn't stop his nightmare. A nightmare of a swarm of hands over the bedroom door that slipped out when he looked, like insects swarming away to hide...

And then, a scream from Emily that sounded so real it almost woke him right then. He tried to get down the stairs, but nearly ended up tripping, some of Serpentin's form still there-- he had to walk along his back to even try getting down to where they were. Every once in a while, a hand would reach out to try and trip him up, and he'd have to grab the walls to keep himself steady.

"E-Em? Emily? Are you okay?!"

He heard... something. Couldn't quite make out what it was. Something akin to chewing...

But just when he was about to make it to the bottom of the stairs, the building fear got the better of him, forcing Todlich to wake up.

... He'd never felt so stupid, or relieved to see Emily sleeping next to him. He'd also never clung to her so fast, and that was more than likely to wake her up, too.

#M; The Assassin #M; The Freakshow #emilylotus #body horror tw

[reveriesofawriter]

In the shadows, concealed by the side of the building like a comic book villain. She doesn't hide, she waits. A black widow on the streets of this shady town, picking up innocent souls and distressed damsels alike. They say she takes them, never to be seen again. They say she's a beast, terrifying, haunting, beautiful enough to make you let your guard down. She steps out into the light when a man approaches, one leg appearing before her body follows. The man looks at her, his eyes try to take a taste, they hover, they linger. He's not subtle, men rarely are. They can afford not to be. What's a woman going to say? "No"? She doesn't break her stride. He's not her goal. He's not even a fly in her sprawling web.

She waits and waits and waits.

A girl tumbles out of a bar. A man follows after, hands on her sides; she pushes him away once, twice. She doesn't get a third chance. The man lets her go, more trouble than she's worth. The girl almost sobs in relief.

Out of the dark, she appears. A man would see her as ethereal, an angel, or a demon, if that's what she wants them to see. A woman sees her as she is, a lighthouse where light doesn't exist. She is a guide, a compass, a map to safety.

The rumors about her are greatly exaggerated, but no one can agree on who started them. Some say she's a hero, the only person who cares enough to keep the streets clean. She saved a woman from an overdose, someone said once. They laughed at her. She took a girl out of the arms of her boyfriend, someone else accounted. People believed that one. She took the girl, wrapped her in a blanket, gave her a glass of water and a safe place to sleep while she kept watch, high above the city where no one could touch her without her permission again. People didn't believe the story anymore. They want her to be the enemy because there's no good in darkness. Romance is light, parties are light, car headlights that blind anyone who dares drive in front of them, those are light. Solitude is not light, and she always works alone. Slinking through the darkness like a cat with no home.

You were warned about her, you've heard all the stories. You have no room for curiosity about a person like that. You have no reason to believe the things they say about her, and equally no reason to fear her. You leave the building where you work and start to cross the parking lot to your car. You feel someone following you, like breath on the back of your neck, but no one is behind you. You turn around, keys in your fist like a dagger, ready to plunge the points into anything that could hurt you. Nothing is there. No one. You see your car, alone in the parking lot now. No one is around. You see a flash in the dark. You turn your head too slowly and there's the presence you felt, a void in the darkness, so dark that light almost bends to avoid it. A black hole on earth. The emptiness swallows your scream. The night that surrounds you is unbothered. You try to run but it's all around. Your car is a mile away.

A beam of light breaks the void. The lighthouse keeper is in. You gasp your first real breath and run toward her, the safety at the point where the land meets the sea. She welcomes you with open arms, holds you tight as the void follows, banishes the darkness to a place even the night cannot go. Crickets chirp again, your car is right beside you. You look up to thank her and she accepts no such thing. She cradles your cheek and tells you to stay wary, and don't worry, she's always there.

She was left on the ground after her darkest hour, abandoned until she was found by a figure much like she is now, but wasn't then. She was lifted, shown the strength that lives within her after being prodded, vivisected by the devil himself, then stitched back together into a form from his wildest dreams. She lives and dies to save other people from her fate. And welcomes them to join her.

#i don't know how to trigger tag this but it as the word 'vivisected' in it so i feel like i should? #idk look i listened to halsey while journaling and it turned into a creative writing exercise #very little editing in this i fixed a typo and that's it #my writing #i had a bad day idk if that's clear from how creepy this is #also a bit of an expansion on an escapril poem i wrote last year that was also semi halsey inspired #but i think like 3 people here would have read that

[dyns33]

Haunted House

Flufftober 5 - Loki x Reader 

Hearing about the concept, Loki had been intrigued.

He knew that Midgardians were weird. He knew they liked playing pranks on other people, which he thought was perfectly normal, and which made these people a little less dumb than other species.

But to want to scare yourself, he didn't understand.

In the fun fair where Y/N had taken him, he understood the interest of a candy stand. He saw why some rides could be fun, even if they were a bit slow. Between the gifts that you really wanted to have, and the certainty of making a lot of money for those who ran the attractions, there was a certain logic.

But he already hadn't quite understood why roller coasters were funny, a kid threw up on him and he went much faster and further when using the Bifrost, so when Y/N asked him if he wanted to go in the haunted house, Loki stared at her.

           "... Are there ghosts in this place ? And you pay to go there ? Are you crazy or suicidal ? I already met ghosts, and it was not a pleasant experience, they are not easy to kill. I mean, even though I think I'll be able to protect you, I don't think it's a good idea."

           "No, there is no ghost." Y/N laughed, taking his arm to pull him towards the attraction. "These are people who wear costumes, and no only ghost costumes by the way."

           "... So why go if we know nothing is true ?"

           "To be afraid !"

           "But why would we be scared if we know it's fake ? And why would we want to be scared ? I understand how funny it is to scare someone, but now I'm lost darling."

           "Fear…" she declared, coming close to his ear to whisper. "... can be exciting."

Oh. Stark had told him about the real purpose of horror films : to be able to calm his partner by hugging them when they jumped, to stick against them, and finally to kiss them, making them forget the fear.

When he played pranks, it was rare that people wanted to kiss him afterwards. But this time it wasn't Loki who would be responsible for the fear, he would be there to follow, protect, he would be the savour, and Y/N would jump into his reassuring arms. Then they would come home...

           "Let's go to this haunted house."

           "Yeah ! Loki, you're the best ! You'll see, it's scary !"

           "Of course darling, I'm sure I'll be scared to death."

As expected, Loki wasn't scared at all for most of the ride, but he wasn't really paying attention to his surroundings. All his attention was on Y/N, who had been having fun at first, giggling nervously when something supposedly scary popped up, then she took his arm to never let go, hiding behind him as soon as she got scared.

Loki didn't find it much fun. He didn't like Y/N to be scared, for whatever reason, but he kept telling himself that she wasn't risking anything, it was all fake. And it was her who had wanted to come after all.

They would have real fun when they would be outside.

As they came to what appeared to be the end of the haunted house, after seeing skeletons, vampires and spiders, smoke came from the ground, the light stopped, and a shadow appeared in front of them, s slowly approaching. A man, huge. Bald. Purple.

Loki froze. He remembered.

Pain. Screams. The tears.

The fear.

No. HE couldn't be there.

If he was there... He was going to kill everyone. He was going to kill him. He was going to kill Y/N.

Instinctively, he pushed his lover to shelter her, before using his magic to conjure his armour and daggers, ready to fight.

           "Uh... man ? Are you okay ?" asked a voice, which was not the one of the Mad Titan. "... Can you put your weapons away please ? I'm not a real monster... Damn, I'm not paid enough for this."

           "Loki ?" Y/N said softly, touching his shoulders cautiously. "It's all right. He's an actor. I think he's playing a version of Frankenstein. Come on, we're leaving. Come with me Loki."

Still with his armour and his daggers, he followed Y/N out, staring blankly in the void, unable to breathe, speak, think. He let her guide him away from the crowd, where she made him sit on a bench to always get very delicately on his laps and hug him, rocking him and whispering reassuring words.

           "It's over, Loki. You're safe. No one is going to hurt you. It wasn't true."

           "He's not there ?" he managed to say.

           "No, he's not here." Y/N replied, even though she didn't know who 'he' was. "I'm sorry. It was supposed to be a fear for fun. Not a fear like that… Sorry Loki. Sorry."

Her sobbing brought him back to reality and he was finally able to move to take her in his arms. He wasn't mad at her, at all. It wasn't her fault, she didn't know. And there she was, comforting him, not making fun of him because he was scared.

Very quickly, Loki regained his composure, relaxing in that gentle embrace, inhaling her scent, smelling her skin, listening to her breathing.

           "I'm fine, darling. I'm fine. Don't cry anymore."

           "Sorry." she repeated.

           "You didn't do anything wrong. And I have to say that if we forget about this ending which was quite... unexpected, it was quite funny. Although I still preferred the shooting range."

           "You cheated at it." Y/N sighed, smiling.

           "It was rigged, they cheated first. Let's go home now."

Y/N had to be reassured and Loki promised that he wasn't worried about going back to the fun fair the next few times, and when he felt that she wanted to go to the haunted house without daring to say it, he would take her hand and lead the way, still asking out first if there was still a purple giant at the end of the house, to be ready to face it if necessary.

But after the daggers incident, the costume had been changed and Loki was not really afraid of clowns, so everything went very well.

#flufftober #flufftober 2021 #loki #loki imagine #loki x reader #loki fanfiction

[dr3amofagame]

TW; Death mentioned

I had this thought, I was watching the Hunchback of Notre Dame and remember in the beginning where the Gypsy mother ran to the church and claimed sanctuary, but she died on the church steps

What if c!Dream either was let out of the prison or escaped and c!sam chased him down (for whatever reason you want) and Dream runs to church prime in the Holy Land, claiming sanctuary, and maybe Sam accidentally kills Dream on that land in front of the church

this was a FUN ask, anon, sorry it took so long for me to get to it

tw: DEATH, DEREALIZATION, religious themes, blood, grief, vomit, murder, violence, implied torture/abuse, dark themes, dark content, prison arc/pandora’s vault

To be honest, when George opens his eyes, he has no idea if he’s awake or not.

This has become an...alarmingly common occurrence. He’d been bothered by it at the beginning, had spent hours stuck in his own head, dropping and picking up items, counting forwards and backwards, seeking any sign possible that what he was looking at was real and not just a figment of his own dreams. In the end, it’d all been for nothing; he would be 100% sure in reality, that what he was looking at was the real world, only for it to dissolve into shadow and himself back to lying on that same bed in the middle of nowhere that he’d never remembered lying down in. At some point, he must’ve just...given up. It’s not like the dreams were unpleasant; they were the exact opposite, most of the time. Unlike that one reality-bending fit of wakefulness that had ended in him boxed in by lava in the middle of a chamber of red, one that wasn’t a dream, surprisingly enough, his dreams are usually just- normal. He goes to his field, harvests some wheat. Talks to Quackity and Sapnap and Karl, though he’s almost certain he’s not talked to any of the three in a long time in the waking world. Sometimes, he’ll even be visited by a god wearing Dream’s face, XD, though sometimes XD is there in the real world, too, so they’re hardly a determining factor. If he’s really lucky, in the dreams, he’ll even see Dream.

Dream, as he remembers him, not as the monster he’s been told he became. Once, the dream had even dropped in the flustered, confused form of Dream from the beginning of the server, all fluffed up hair and boyish joy. Usually, he’ll see a Dream that’s been let out the prison, hale and whole and sheepish, stuttering through brief apologies and hugging him in that overeager way that makes his ribs ache and then the three of them, for the lack of better words, prance off into the sunset without a worry in their minds.

And then he wakes up.

George rubs at his eyes, looks up at the sky to reorient himself; it looks real. It feels real. The sun is warm on his skin, the grass still wet with dew from the morning, brushing against his ankles as he stands up. He’s in the area behind Punz’s house, his walls and towers looming in front of him, and George blows a breath through his teeth as he goes towards the direction of the Prime Path. There’s no knowing if this is a dream or reality, but either way, standing in one place does nothing for him. Better to get the rest of the day over with than to waste it here.

He’s not even halfway to the Prime Path when sirens sound on the horizon, giving him pause. That’s never happened before. They’re loud, and shrill, and something niggles at the back of his head in a vague sense of familiarity, begging for him to understand and take note. He frowns, and picks up the pace- if he gets on the Path, he might get a better idea of what’s going on. At the very least, if there’s something dangerous, his best bet is the Holy Land.

Surprisingly enough, when he gets there, there doesn’t seem to be anyone around, only the consistent drone of sirens on the horizon. George strains his eyes along both sides of the path; nobody comes, or speaks, or makes their presence known. There’s only George, alone. It’s strangely eerie.

Is this a dream? he considers briefly, before shaking his head. It doesn’t matter.

It’s another several minutes before anything changes. He stands there, at the edge of the Holy Land, until he hears a faint clamor that draws his attention, prompts him to edge forward along the path. The sound, starting faint, quickly swells in volume, underscored by the hum of the siren still ringing in the distance.

First come the shouts, overlapping, too muffled for George to quite pick the words out between the sounds. Then come the footsteps, low and rumbling, making the path creak and shudder. Then-

“Get him!”

George watches, eyes wide behind his goggles, as a dull orange blur reaches the crest of the hill and stumbles down it in a dead sprint, not paying him a second glance as they swing under the arched entrance to the Holy Land to enter within it. They collapse into a heap on the quartz steps- and oh, that’s blood seeping out of them, staining the white red, their hands tight on the stairs as a shivering string of sounds leave their crimson-speckled lips. Their face turns towards him, unseeing, and George feels something splinter, irreparably, in his chest, because that’s Dream.

He’s dreamed about Dream a lot, but never like this. Never injured, like this, face hollow and haunted, scars splitting his skin into shards. The wheezes in his dreams had always been from laughter, not this seething, spitting rattle that emerges from his chest, worryingly wet and irregular. He’s collapsed on the bottom steps of Church Prime, legs bent strangely in a way that must be uncomfortable against the ground, arms resting against the edges of the stairs, all skin and bone and still-bleeding cuts, and he looks like he’ll never be able to stand up again.

“Please, please, pl-please,” he stutters through his sobs, meaningless begs and platitudes falling on George’s ears and making him cringe back at the sound, “please-” and George doesn’t quite know what he’s begging for, doesn’t know what has left his friend in a ruin on the ground, leaving bloodstains on the stone, but the words worm under his skin and into his skull and refuse to leave. Footsteps continue to pound on the path behind him; George turns around, gasps at the sight of two figures, fully in enchanted netherite, thundering over the wood and into the Holy Land.

“What-”

“There!” The voice is rough but familiar, and the figures dash over to where Dream is lying, defenseless. His pleads rise in pitch and volume, becoming almost unbearable to listen to, and there’s an angry clamor of voices and an awful, wet crack and a shrill scream-

Silence.

“Holy fuck-” George’s head is spinning, the voice finally registering- that’s Quackity, stance wide, a sword in his hand. Beside him, tall and imposing, stands Sam, his full set of Warden armor shining brilliantly under the still-rising sun. His hands are wrapped around his trident, gleaming cyan, the end speared straight through Dream’s chest.

“You killed him,” Quackity hisses, head raising and only then meeting George’s eyes. “Sam- what are we going to- you killed him.”

“I-” Sam shakes his head. “I had to, he was going to get away-”

“Sam-” Quackity’s voice pitches higher, more desperate, “Sam, did you- oh fuck, we’re in the Holy Land-”

The air shatters.

That, at least, seems to be the only way to describe what happens; George watches, breathless, as the air shimmers and warps unnaturally, the way his dreams do right before he wakes up, only centralized in the Church entrance instead of surrounding him on all sides. Blood continues to run down the stairs, stark against the pure white of the quartz, so dark it almost seems black. The ripple clarifies, deepens; there’s a sound like ripping fabric, and something carves a tear through what seems to be existence itself. Behind, there’s a starless void, alluring, wanting, calling, dark and deep and everlasting and the End this is The End-

A whirl of white and green and gold, and the tear is gone, leaving something entirely other in its wake. George shivers in his place; he thought that he’s seen XD angry, before, remembers vividly the feeling of being chased, the God’s voice calling after him as he shut the doors of Punz’s house behind him. He remembers the way their voice had glitched, growing deeper and distorted, the rage with which they had growled at him when they thought they were being used.

That all pales in comparison to this. That was all nothing compared to this.

“YOU-” the deity booms, voice echoing and crackling and rolling like thunder and cracking ice and the roar of the ocean on the sand, making George clamp his hands to his ears in vain. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”

George remembers being uncomfortable, back then, at how inhuman XD had seemed. Their jokes, gory and violent and startling, their idea of a prank being playing with people like dolls subject to their whims. It had taken him a while to really seem to get the God and for the God to understand him in turn, a while for him to understand that ignorance did not mean malice, that even a God that had never once known mortality could be so startlingly human. Here, their wings spread over them, seeming large enough to block out the sun, something dark and writhing behind the mask they wear, a sourceless wind howling around their robes and battering against the walls with aimless fury, George is reminded by how powerful they really are. That they are still eldritch, still a God, that they will not hesitate to judge those below him, the ones that they stare at, now, helpless and mortal and trapped within their gaze.

Sam stumbles back on the church steps, grip loosening on his trident. It continues to stick up out of Dream’s unmoving body, splattered with blood halfway up the handle.

“Oh no-” he hisses, and Quackity backs away with him, “no, no no I didn’t want to kill him,”

“THIS DOMAIN IS MINE.” Anyone else and it might’ve sounded petulant, childish. Here, with the deity’s fury directed on the two of them, even on the sidelines all George can feel is terror. “YOU HAVE TAKEN A LIFE UNDER MY PROTECTION, MORTALS.”

“Sam,” Quackity’s eyes are wide as saucers. “Sam, we gotta- we gotta run-”

“WHERE WILL YOU GO, LITTLE MORTAL?” XD disappears, then flashes back into existence at the Holy Land entrance, making Quackity and Sam shriek with their escape route blocked. “YOU HAVE ABUSED THE AUTHORITY YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN AND DESTROYED WHAT WAS NOT YOURS TO BREAK. YOU HAVE PURSUED POWER BEYOND YOUR UNDERSTANDING AND OUTSIDE YOUR POSSESSION. YOU HAVE ENTERED MY DOMAIN, MY REALM. DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU SHALL LEAVE UNPUNISHED?”

“XD,” Sam shouts, and thunder cracks overhead.

“A LIFE FOR A LIFE,” XD rumbles, their words final, and in the end, just as every other time, all George can do when the world ends is watch. Lightning spears to the ground, striking both Sam and Quackity with twin flashes of brilliant white, striking from a clear blue sky. The air sparks from the power, charged with static electricity and making George’s hair stand on end; thunder claps, seems to shatter the world into two as they disappear in twin shrieks and the smell of burned flesh. Just as quick as it happens, it ends, and George is once again left alone in the Holy Land, vomit clawing up his throat and tears stinging the backs of his eyes as he dry-heaves into the grass.

“XD,” he more begs than says, eyes fixed on Dream, still lying too-still on the church stairs. The deity turns to him, their face strangely blank. “XD, please- please tell me this is a dream.”

“Would that make you happy, George?” the god replies, and George sobs, face collapsing into his hands.

“Please, XD, please tell me- please tell me this isn’t real, please-”

“I don’t understand, George. Would that ease your distress?”

“XD- THIS CAN’T BE REAL- THIS- I-” George sinks to the ground. “He- he was supposed to be okay. He was supposed to come back, he wasn’t-” he grips their robes within his hands. “Please, XD, you can bring him back, please bring him back- this has to be a dream, he can’t be- he can’t be dead-”

Through his cries, the sirens continue to wail.

#tw death #tw derealization #tw dereality #tw religion #tw religious themes #tw grief #tw vomit #tw murder #tw violence #tw torture #tw abuse #tw dark themes #tw dark content #prison arc #pandora's vault #-> my writing #my writing :D #my asks !! #-> my asks #g slur