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vivitheanimaxen · 5 months

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Etho couldn't have been more relieved and frustrated when the end of session was called.

At first, he'd thought that his task would be easy. Well. Not easy, but certainly doable, especially by him. If there was ever a good time to be an enderman hybrid, it was now. Etho would be able to feel the eyes on him, even if he wasn't able to see them.

The problem started when Tango and Skizz came by to ask to use his crafting table. At first he just thought it was the weight of their eyes on him-- the way his body felt heavier-- but as the session progressed, so did his affliction.

"Hi Etho." Gem's voice made him spin about, though it wasn't quite as fast as he normally would have, "Can I buy your door?"

Etho first noticed the tingling in his feet when he was helping Joel and Bdubs with their double zombie spawner. After it was all dug out, Etho found himself pinned between the gazes of the two men, unable to move, unable to leave the spawner box, the water gently lapping at his boots.

"Just keep doing what you're doing." Etho tried, attempting to difuse the situation so Joel would look away.

"I'm trying to Effo, but you're in the way--" Joel nudged him aside, placing the last few blocks.

Etho had to block Joel's line of sight, then Bdub's to make it so he could move again-- His feet had pins and needles after that whole ordeal, once he'd finally managed to dig into the wall and up and out. It was like-- the longer someone looked at him, instead of getting that anxious paranoid ender itch like he normally did, it felt like his feet had been too heavy to move. Like he'd been glued to the spot.

Maybe he should tell Grian about it. This was supposed to be a death game, but the lore wasn't supposed to go so awry. The secret keeper was just a silly little statue-- some set dressing for the drama, it was even hollow inside! Not-- surely it was just his imagination. The dumb statue didn't hold any power. He didn't need to worry Grian with this--

Etho resolved to just ignore it.

Surely it would go away the moment he handed in his task. It wasn't a problem that the longer someone was looking at him, the heavier his body seemed to get, and the more the numbness started to creep in.

It'd started with his feet, slowly turning them to stone in his boots, then it crept it's way up his legs. It was taking longer for the feeling to return, each time he was out of sight.

Nothing to be alarmed about. Just a little bit of casual petrification.

Every person on the server was his own personal Medusa, only able to turn Etho to stone.

It went faster the more people were looking at him, too.

After the incident with the heart foundation and rigging the vote, Etho found himself stuck on the bridge-- Grian and Tango and Skizz and Bdubs were all looking at him-- the stone had managed to get up to his waist, that time. It'd started on his fingertips too, clutched around the reigns of his skeleton horse.

It was terrifying, to look down at your own tingling fingers and realize the off-gray color slowly seeping away had been his own flesh.

He was glad the horse was already (un)dead, because with Etho's predicament, he surely would have crushed a flesh and blood one.

Pearl nabbing him with her book was the worst thing that could have happened. Thankfully he'd had that invisibility potion, but unfortunately, he'd only had one. Etho hated the taste of it-- sour and metallic, the bitter aftertaste tempting him to chase it down with some milk. But the freedom from the stone was worth the nastiness. Even if it had only been for a short while.

It had been like his own personal hell--- Everyone staring at him, the book burning a hole in his pocket, the dread about what might happen if the stone reached his heart--

The clumsy way he'd had to stumble up the ladder to Joel's tower, hands and legs shaking and weak. Thankfully he was able to get up and out of line of sight, and Grian had his task figured out, so he took a short breather up on the tower, shaking the feeling back into his limbs before downing a slow falling potion in one shot, the musty bubblegum flavor coating his mouth.

Whatever happened, it would only take two minutes. The session would be over and he could press the button and this would all be over.

He'd failed.

At least, he failed giving Pearl back her book. He'd succeeded his own task.

But-- those last few minutes before he pushed the button.

Etho didn't want to admit it, but he would probably have nightmares about those minutes. The stone had been so quick to take him, with all of the eyes on him--

As his arms locked up and the cold numb started to spread up his shoulders to his neck, no one noticed the growing discoloration until it was too late.

"Grian--" Etho managed to choke out, tipping his head back in an effort to keep his head above water-- but it wasn't water.

The last thing Etho saw before the stone overtook him was Tango's panicked face, and Grian turning around to see what the trouble was.

It was like dying.

He was suffocating, like he'd been buried alive in sand, but he couldn't move. It was freezing in powdered snow. It was choking on nothing in the void.

But the damage ticks never came. He couldn't feel the pain of it, even though he wanted nothing more than to gag on the stone filling him up solid like a statue. Like the weeping angel the task had turned him into.

Etho couldn't tell what was going on around him, other than the feeling of eyes on his stone skin, and the gentle brush of someone checking his code. That had to be Grian, surely.

Grian would be able to fix him.

Etho had no idea how long he was stuck as a statue, but the only thing he could see was the symbol of the secret keeper, burnt into his vision like looking at the sun too long.

The only sound was the whispers. Etho couldn't understand the words, but he knew the voices were laughing at him.

He couldn't breathe, and the only taste in his mouth was of the cold stone filling it completely.

But he could feel, and that was even more terrifying. Every touch, every warm hand on his stone skin felt like it was lava. He wanted to pull away, but he couldn't. Etho couldn't speak, he couldn't move, he was helpless. Logically he knew the others would keep him safe, would keep the mobs away if it turned to night-- but some part of him, or the voices hissing secrets and lies into his ears made him doubt.

What if he could never turn back?

What if-- even after everyone stopped looking-- the stone never receded? What if this was permanent? What if the glitch-- surely it had to be a glitch-- carried over to Hermitcraft? Or the vault hunters world?

What if they didn't figure out his task and have everyone look away? Grian knew, and Lizzie suspected, at least, but what if they didn't say anything?

What if he would be smothered by their sight, kept frozen forever by ignorance?

What if--

Etho retched, falling over as the stone finally let him go all at once. He found himself slumped against someone-- Bdubs? No, a glance told him it was Scott.

Another glance had Grian standing in front of him, eyes on his admin screens instead of Etho. Martyn was right next to Grian, eyes on the code scrolling by. It was his own code, Etho recognized it. The rest of the secret life crew was gathered in a little huddle by the secret keeper, none of them looking at him.

"Nobody look at Etho yet." Grian called over his shoulder, "Not until I'm sure I've got the glitch."

Etho just continued to retch, spitting out broken bits of stone. His whole body shuddered, his legs giving out for good as his stomach rebelled. It would have dropped him to the ground if Scott wasn't holding onto him. Etho was on his knees, throwing up bloody gravel and whatever was left of his last meal. He was trembling so hard it almost felt like someone was staring him right in the eyes, fine dust drifting down onto the grass, almost like snow. The dust was from him-- he was absolutely coated in the stuff, and so was Scott now.

Scott's touch still felt like lava, everything felt like it was burning, even the gentle breeze caressing his bare skin. It was too much. Even the pressure of the ground was too much, but at least it didn't burn--He shoved away from Scott, not bothering to try and stay upright.

"Off--" Etho rasped, his voice sounding like stones grinding against each other, "Don't-- no touch--"

Scott put his hands up, gaze still carefully averted as he stepped over to Grian and Martyn. Scott and Grian were experienced admins, but Martyn? Etho almost didn't care that they were combing through his code, he was too busy coughing up more dust and gravel, curled on his side. Everything hurt-- even the normally soft grass he was laying on felt like razors pressing against his cheek.

He could still see the secret keeper's symbol, every time he blinked.

"Etho, you know that anyone who finds a glitch needs to call pause so it can be dealt with." Grian huffed, relief and frustration coating his words. It was more relief, though, "Why didn't you say anything when you first noticed this?"

"It wasn't a big deal at first." Etho rasped, lying, "Just pins and needles in my feet. I thought it was from standing so long in one place. By the time I figured out what was going on-- It was too quick to try and call a pause--"

"Next time, at least mention something. I'd rather you fail your task than get glitched."

Etho let out a breath, still shaking from adrenaline and the cold of being locked in stone.

#secret life #session 5 #secret life fanfic #ethoslab #petrification #body horror #dont mind me #viviwrites #weeping angel etho #basically etho was slowly turning stone the longer he's stared at #sort of an au ending-- but #i do what i want.#it's a little late too #but eh #whatever #i might cross-post this to ao3 #maybe not #who knows #trafficfic

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goldshadows · 4 months

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what if i say yondu took in jami in the early 80s and that's why he didn't deliver quill to ego. then what.

#bc jami already softened him up a little.#WHAT THEN HUH.#i do what i want.

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zaldrizotianogar · 10 months

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click the heart for a lil' thing from Yraerion, mount of prince Rhaegar Targaryen

#«approach the dragons» (sc)#i do what i want.

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castielsparkle · 1 year

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i will do something that is so fucking cringe. but its okay. it makes me happy

#cas.txt #I am Going to draw mlp spn . fuck everypony #i do what i want.#im a grown man

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inkburnt · 1 year

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Vera headcanon #2

BIOGRAPHY

HISTORY. Vera Anders was born to a coven member in her mother, a practicing witch much involved in dark sorcery, and to an unaffiliated warlock in her father, in the city of Bristol, England. As her mother was a member of an active coven, exclusively female, she drew her daughter into their fold and gradually exposed her to the dark arts. At a young age, Vera studied occult practices, demonology, the necessary languages, and spellcraft. She was adept, took to it like a fish to water, like becoming a sorcerer was in her blood. She was a natural, and so the coven agreed to invite her to join their ranks when she would come of age. However, this distanced her from her father (a sort of tenet, as the coven wanted no involvement from men), who grew rather outraged at what his wife had aided and abetted. Vera had undoubtedly learned other forms of magic from her father, but in delving deeper into coven activity, her mother earned a father's scorn.

He was jealous of what she had managed to do, as he had desires of his own for their daughter that did not concern the coven whatsoever. In retaliation, he drugged his wife to use her in a blood ritual that ended in sacrifice to the demon he worshipped. Vera, young in adolescence, witnessed this by complete chance and was thus convinced that her father had not only betrayed their family, but had lost his mind and would surely attempt to kill her next. On the first two counts, she was right—but she wouldn't allow herself to see any of that come to fruition. She went to the coven right away, asked their help, and they agreed to take action against her father. Slain or injured members of the coven shall be avenged. He was subsequently killed a short time later, and his body (and soul) was presented as an offering to the coven's patron demon during a sabbath. Vera was yet too young to participate. While the witches celebrated, she sat in her room an orphan. In her eyes, her mother had done no wrong while nurturing Vera's talents and interests. Her father would be scorned and spurned from then on in memory; and she turned her heart against all warlocks.

Vera matured quickly, her magic with her. For a short time, she took her mother's place in the coven until she had decided to start her own. With blessings, she was allowed to leave and started entirely from scratch. However, a few of the former coven's daughters, whom Vera had come to know, were invited to help her form her desired coven, and she was successful while early in her twenties. Thanks to connections, it didn't take long to gather more members. A decade would see her coven grow and earn the patronage of a major demon, and in this time Vera herself grew wiser, stronger, crueler, and ambitious. By thirty-three, she had earned a reputation among occultist circles, she was respected and feared by her own witches, her authority had been well established and her position was secure. She enjoyed full obedience from her witches, who fell in line every time. It was during these ten years that she conceived of plans that would both benefit her coven and herself. When she shared her wishes with her witches, they had but to comply.

She was childless, unmarried, and intended no change. But some of her witches had started their own families, and they all bore daughters, and she sought to take advantage of that.

At the time, her coven held at twelve members for quite a while, and when Amanda Uccello came along and expressed interest in joining, she believed she had her thirteenth member, that her coven would finally be complete. She had never counted on Amanda being the very element that threw it all nearly awry. Vera had only been welcoming, amiable, and helpful to her at the start. A good relationship stood for many months. However, Amanda became discouraged by their Satanic practices (and had suspected Vera's coven of murdering her familiar) and quickly left them. She cut all ties, but Vera took her departure as an offense and refused to allow the ties to sever fully. She took to eavesdropping, watching, following, invading her privacy by discreetly keeping tabs on her. Vera's behavior was obsessive from the start, and she compelled her other members to follow through with surveillance. She wanted to know everything that her former witch was doing. In this way, she learned of the brief relationship Amanda had started with a man that ultimately led to an unplanned pregnancy, and of the child that was born as a result. This alone infuriated Vera, but for a witch formerly under her leadership to bear a son was insult upon injury. She could not condone or let this go unpunished even though Amanda was no longer any responsibility of hers; but Vera felt slighted, betrayed, humiliated, and decided then that something must be done.

As little as she liked men, and warlocks in particular, she believed she may have use for Vitale should he become adept at all the sorcery she had mastered. Vera's sights fell on him, then, and she came to obsess over bringing him into her clutches. But this she planned to do delicately, subtly; so she waited fourteen arduous years until she finally found her one best chance to ensnare him. Amanda had been killed in a conjuring gone wrong, Vitale fled home because of it. Desperate and afraid, he was easy prey, and like a vulture she carried him off to a life of subjugation and manipulation. As close as she was to victory, however, she was still too far, and had done the boy a disservice in underestimating him. Only two years after his capture, he found his own freedom by breaking out of her house with the help of a demon. Save for a few of his hairs she would make use of, he had practically slipped from her fingers. Apart from some little insight afforded by Malphas, who entered into an arrangement with the witch for the purposes of peering into his life and to cause him misfortune, Vera never saw him again, never came close again—until many years later, when the boy had long since become a man and much of the country still suffered in the wake of a demonic tree's emergence.

PRESENT SITUATION. Vera has miraculously survived the Qliphoth incident, alive and well, residing far from the epicenter as she refines her plans and makes final preparations to go on the hunt for V. Through supernatural help (and reports from the media that have described a single unknown man defending Red Grave, with command over demons), she concludes where she will find him. She considers him (and his mother for conceiving) the bane of her existence, and yet clings to the false hope that she will have of him what she's always intended. However, she's alone in this: her coven has broken apart, its members either killed or simply estranged. Only a faithful one or two keep in her good graces, but as a coven there is nothing left to salvage, and no will to rebuild.

ANCESTRY. Vera hails from a long line of practitioners on her mother's side; a shorter line on the side of her father, so it is not surprising at all that she's inherited both the interest and the aptitude. Her Scandinavian roots are strong on both sides, so she's inherited cultural interest as well. However, she goes a bit further in showing deep interest in and understanding of Norse mythology. Somewhere down the line, her ancestors migrated to the British Isles, and later generations have found themselves content to remain. All this notwithstanding, there is little remarkable about her bloodline. She's plainly human, and though her earliest ancestors may have been gifted conjurers, they drew the line at interspecies copulation. It seems the Romans were keener to experiment, if V's lineage is any indication. Be that as it may, Vera has a lot of family history to draw from, and she's proud of her roots.

#devil may cry #dmc headcanons #dmc oc #devil may cry oc #dmc5 #dmc5 v #dmc v #v dmc5 #v dmc #headcanon #character: Vera Anders #That love-hate relationship you have with your own OC.#All of my OCs so far are tied to V in some way.#I do what I want.#This chick scary though. I welcome violence against her.

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clerichs-xi · 2 years

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im drawing a nude.

#hong.txt #it's for a new character ive made #that's all the context you get #and it probs doesn't help lol #I do what I want.

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butchfalin · 5 months

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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

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ardri-na-bpiteog · 2 months

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Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.

For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.

I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.

#i have to get at least 8 hours of sleep a night to even barely function #with sleep #getting ready for work #commute #cooking #and errands #I typically have maybe 2-3 hours to actually do what i want in a day #and I'm usually too tired to actually do the things i want to do #and that's with a very short commute #if i actually had a long commute I'd basically do nothing but work #i see my friends like once every few weeks or months #because we're all so fucking busy with work and have such little time for socialising #and none of us even have kids or anything!!

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sunglassesmish · 2 months

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no judgements at all here. i was thinking about the possibility of moving out and wanted to know what age other people did

#i don’t know a lot of what i want in the future but i do know i want to at least get my driver’s license and have my own place #hopefully in the next few years after university #in my family it’s typical to get married and then move out but i’m not sure if i ever will so i want to at least live by myself

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skellydun · 8 months

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why is it when people ask me what i want as a gift i immediately become someone who enjoys nothing at all and has never wanted anything a day in their life.

#my birthday is a month away and my best friend and i #will be on our vacation in a treehouse and so she's trying to make it a Day and wants to have gifts there and im like uh #who am i ?#what do i like?#28 on the 09/18 baby

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arsenicpanda · 6 months

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FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S (2023)

#fnaf #fnafedit #Five Nights at Freddy's #fnaf movie #matpat #fnaf movie spoilers #fnaf spoilers #fyeahmovies #filmedit #gifs*#arsenicpandacreates #this LYING LIAR WHO LIES acted like he WASN'T IN THE MOVIE alskjflskjf #yes I DID stop watching to make this gif set what of it?#also I do not like this coloring but also I'm sick of looking at it and want to sleep soooooo #there is NO COLOR in this scene I SWEAR TO GOD #you would not BELIEVE the vibrancy + saturation it took to get it to this bland point #and any further started causing problems booooooo

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laughingcatwrites · 5 months

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As a reminder that good exists out there, a coworker recently confessed to me that he found out his child is questioning their identity (kid's gender redacted for this post). The kid is keeping it from him, so he can't say anything to them or show that he knows, but he's doing his best to get mentally prepared and educated so that he'll be ready whenever his kid does feel comfortable enough come to him.

For context, this guy is a big, bulky middle aged dude who loves sports and typical outdoor "manly" activities. As his coworker and friend, I know he's a kind and sweet teddy bear of a person, but his kid probably views him as a stern, authoritarian figure, the way most teenagers view their parents. His family lives in a conservative area, so I'm sure between that, their dad's looks and interests, and the fact that their dad is a Figure of Authority, the kid is worried that they won't be accepted.

But you know what? When he found out about his kid, the first thing he did was reach out to his closest queer friend and ask for resources for parents of questioning children. His biggest fears are that his kid will be bullied or discriminated against and won't feel comfortable enough to be themself. His second action was to find himself a mentor in another parent who went the same situation (kid coming out in a conservative town). The other person is preparing him for some of the struggles his kid may face and the fights he may need to take on as a parent to make sure his kid is safe and treated well.

Something I want to emphasize for people focused on language as the primary method of allyship is that when we spoke, he used some outdated terms and thoughts about gender and sexuality. That does not make him bad. These were the terms and thinking used about questioning teenagers when he was growing up and he never needed to learn more current ones. But now that he does have that need, he's throwing himself in head first because that's his kid and he's darn well going to make sure that his kid feels welcomed and has a safe place to be themselves even if they never come out to him.

#I'm so proud and happy for my coworker and I've been trying to figure out how to let him know how amazing I think he is #what gets me the most is that he's keeping this super down low to avoid giving any hints to his kid #he has a lot of queer friends so he already is known as an ally but there's always a chance it will be different if it's family #and he took that chance and crumpled it up into a ball and slam dunked it into the garbage for three points #and decided that even if his kid wants to hide it from him for the rest of his life he will still do what he can to make their life better #pflag #parents doing their best #parenting win #good news #allyship

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