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eldritch-nightmare · 1 month
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possible tw: blood, murder, ritual sacrifice, alcohol, many mentions of drunk people, brief mention of vomit though there isn't actually any in the story
idk man i'm just thinking about how the spot where jack got sacrificed is probably considered a 'party spot' by both high schoolers and college students so every party that matters always takes place there because people love to be cool and edgy and don't care about the fact that it was a spot of ritual sacrifice and that the cult members performing the sacrifice were all brutally murdered by some unknown killer.
and i'm thinking of you being dragged to a raging party there by your friends. you didn't want to go, you had like multiple papers to write and your professor was giving you absolute shit for not meeting the deadline like everyone else but your friends don't care.
"you need to relax! have some fun! live a little!"
that's their reasoning, and it's not like you can just ditch now. you were the designated driver, and you're far too nice to just abandon your friends at a party while they're all getting shitfaced.
anyways, the party is filled with other students from your college. most of them are drunk, and the place is honestly starting to feel like a scene out of a shitty slasher. you're half expecting jason voorhees to walk out of the forest and murder everyone here.
that doesn't happen, thankfully.
no, instead, over the blaring music blasting through the bluetooth speakers, the host/DJ of the party announces that in memory of the many that were sacrificed at the altar everyone was partying around, an offering should be made.
an offering of blood, that is.
which... that's a fucked up thing to suggest, you think. people died. people were killed here. it's fucked up enough that there was a party going on here in the first place, but to make light of something so tragic in such a way just feels disrespectful to the people that died.
and maybe it's because of the alcohol almost everyone here was drinking, or maybe it's some form of peer pressure but everyone, including your friends, seemed to dig the idea.
maybe this is a low-budget cult classic slasher...
you honestly weren't even paying attention to what was being said anymore, instead going over to one of your friends to tell them you were just gonna wait in the car until they were ready to leave.
but when you were stepping away from them to do just that, they were suddenly grabbing your hand and holding it up while excitedly pointing at you.
"they'll do it!"
"excuse me?"
because you're not even sure what the hell your friend just signed you up for, and you didn't even have a chance to do anything before you were being pushed forward and then dragged towards the altar.
you resisted, of course, because you did not want to take part in whatever it was they had planned. you're quite content with your blood staying inside of your body. where it belongs.
it's harder to fight against multiple drunk people than you thought it would be.
"guys, this isn't fucking funny, stop it-"
a blindfold is being forced on you, robbing you of your sight as you're forced down onto the altar. then your hands were bound together, which was only putting you further on edge because it honestly felt like they were actually going to 'sacrifice' you.
your demands for this to stop were ignored as the host of the party went on and on about the tragic murders that took place here and how your blood would appease the angry spirits of the 'poor lambs' that were slaughtered. the guy was starting to sound like a member of a cult, honestly.
which... considering the location, coupled with the sudden demand for sacrifice... well. you're really hoping this was a joke, honestly.
this was starting to go on for far too long to feel like a joke anymore, so your annoyance began to bleed away to genuine fear, "guys, seriously. this isn't funny."
and when you felt the sharpness of an actual blade press up against your neck, you began to realize that this situation was actually dangerous.
"let the sacrifice commence!"
and the blade against your neck pressed down hard enough to draw blood, but before any real damage could be done, the screaming started.
you're... not sure if this was part of the sudden impromptu ritual you found yourself in.
it sounded genuine. one person started screaming, and then another. until everyone at the party was seemingly screaming. the blindfold over your eyes prevented you from seeing what was happening around you, but the blade pressed against your throat was suddenly gone and you could hear it clanging as it was dropped on the altar.
"run!"
"oh my god, what is that?!"
"h-hey man! it was just a joke!"
"don't hurt me! please don't hurt me!"
and then everything went silent. too silent. even the air was still. you were far too afraid to move, even more scared to speak.
but that's when footsteps filled the silence, and you could hear as they approached you.
you couldn't help but flinch when you felt a hand grab your bound wrists. you tensed up, waiting for the worst. instead, you felt the rope binding your hands together come undone.
another hand pulled your blindfold down, and your blood ran cold at the scene surrounding you. there were bodies everywhere. some were still twitching. all of them were gruesomely murdered, their throats ripped out.
you had to force yourself not to vomit, especially when you recognized a few of the bodies to be your friends.
but the carnage around you seemed to pale in comparison to the man that stood in front of you. he was... very much not human. he wore a mask, so the only feature of his face that you could see was his eyes. or... lack thereof.
he didn't say a word, and for a moment, you didn't either. but the silence was too loud.
"are you going to kill me?"
and he tilts his head slightly at the question. the mask he wore hid away his expression, so you weren't sure if your question confused him or amused him.
he doesn't speak, but he does step away from you. that was enough to tell you that no, he did not plan on killing you. you don't say anything else after that, and you don't take your eyes off of him until he leaves you alone on the altar, surrounded by numerous bodies.
the drive back to your dingy little apartment was deathly silent. you were alone, but you didn't feel alone. and when the morning came, news broke about the massacre. every body there had its organs missing, and the police had no leads on who the killer was.
the blade that had your blood on it was gone, so there was no evidence that you were ever even at that party.
and after that night, every night to follow it was... different. even when inside the safety of your own home, you felt as if you weren't alone. something was watching you. you knew who it was, you just chose not to acknowledge it.
the glimpses of blue that you caught outside your window every other night was enough to confirm your suspicions.
you aren't sure why he was watching you. maybe it was to make sure you didn't go to the police, though you sincerely doubt they'd believe a word you said if you tried. or maybe it was something else.
you don't know. but you caught his attention.
you can only hope that nothing bad comes from that.
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teaboot · 2 months
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you have some really evil, selfish and toxic ideas irt whos allowed to have friends, you know? i see pop psy people like you all the time making lists of things that are clear and obvious trauma induced behaviour, and then immediately flip to how if you have a friend who ever behaves like this they are evil and need to be cut off, theyre not allowed to have support systems to get better! you really hate bad victims, huh? if someone isn't demure and cowering and self effacing in their symptoms they don't deserve anyone? i got assaulted and when my friend group threw me out on my ass and called me too fucked up for acting erratic and strange in the aftermath and being unable to communicate why they used your posts to justify it. its sick that people like you will look at someone uncontrollably acting out their ptsd and go wow you aren't doing this nice enough to be tolerated! people like you talk so much about compassion but when it comes to people in actual crisis you don't give a shit. no, theyre acting too problematic. just cut them off! no one should help their friends!
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Please allow me to take this opportunity to make some things clear.
First, you do not know me. You do not know anything about me. You do not know where I've been, where I'm going, or where I am. All that you believe that you know is extrapolated from information I have volunteered to share. Information that is, by clear and honest choice, edited for both safety and personal security. Remember this.
Second, and I say this in the kindest of ways, because I have had to learn this lesson myself:
Nobody Owes You Shit.
Have you ever saved someone from drowning?
I have.
Do you know that a drowning person struggling to get air will instinctively drag you under them?
It's hard to save people in the water. It takes specific skills and knowledge that not everybody has. Not everyone can save a drowning person without drowning in the process.
The lifeguard needs energy, and strength, and expertise, and persistence.
The swimmer needs self-restraint, and composure, and the desire to be helped, and the ability to do what they can to facilitate their own rescue.
I believe in kindness, and generosity, and compassion. I believe in trying persistently, and in giving the benefit of the doubt wherever possible. I believe that people are good, and small, and trying. And I believe that I can give all the energy I have inside of me to help someone and still come up short.
So you're drowning? I'm sorry. That must be terrifying. That must be miserable. You must be experiencing the worst moments of your life. I hope someone nearby knows how to help you. I hope they have a raft you can climb into, or a rope for you to grab, or a float you can cling to. I hope things get better. I'll call for help, and give you what I can to get you to shore.
But don't you dare drag me under water and curse me for saving myself.
Now get out of my fucking inbox.
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gideonisms · 29 days
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my hot take that will get me screenshotted by 2-3 ianthe bloggers is that griddlehark is actually more toxic than harrianthe. when you think about it both parties can Leave harrianthe eventually even if they'd still have to see each other. The power imbalance just isn't that severe. and I don't even think ianthe wants it to be. I think SHE thinks she wants it to be a sexy power imbalance but when it comes down to it and the moment arrives when harrow would fuck her out of desperation to be safe, ianthe turns away. She doesn't want harrow that way. She wants harrow to forget Gideon so they can be lyctors together forever. She wants to mutually maim each other. I think it's even consensual maiming. harrow broke one of gideon's ribs when gideon tried to leave her!
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kvetchinglyneurotic · 6 months
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i'm not an amputee so absolutely tell me to stay in my lane if applicable, but it seems to me that there's something really unique about the way that black sails handles silver's disability and the narrative role of his prosthetic. as in, it's one of the only shows i've seen (although i'm sure there are more out there) where 1) a character's mobility is more impaired when using a prosthetic, and 2) where using a prosthetic is explicitly portrayed as an effort to appear more able-bodied to others in a way that's harmful to the amputee character: silver insists on wearing the leg in front of the men to the point of giving himself an infection and limiting his mobility in a fight because he's worried about maintaining his authority. while he doesn't choose to stop wearing it, i think it's telling that he also doesn't try to have a replacement made after he loses it or otherwise seem bothered by being seen using his crutch after he establishes the myth of long john silver by crushing dufresne's skull with his metal leg for mocking him as "half a man," symbolically tying the myth to his disability
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haec-an · 1 month
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mark & haechan tds2
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hollowtones · 9 months
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hello ma'am could i get that Tweet you mentioned of someone calling your wife's character "mysterious child"?
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For clarification: this is not "my wife's character" this is "a drawing of my wife".
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parablesystem · 1 year
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does anyone else have like... a weird sort of "partial amnesia" where you know about something, you're fully aware that there's some memory there, but you can't actually think about it or feel anything related to it? like a perpetual "wait why did i walk into this room" feeling, but with stuff other people in the system can remember?
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blinkpen · 7 months
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finally drafting this part visually after a decade of knowing its there writing wise is killing me to death
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claitea · 1 month
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to add to that thing about n being uncomfortable when volo asks if he can speak to deities. n, who can be the hero of truth, lies. he says he isn't sure if he can when he has spoken directly to giratina and dialga already. he's a pretty blunt person esp in bw1, so how spooked was he that he actually decided to lie?
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peppermintschnapps · 5 months
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i fucking hate rtd. mentions every single nuwho companion except martha... you're taking the piss mate fr i will find you in hell 🥲
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worstloki · 5 months
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Zionists will claim they stand with the innocent people on all sides and then their posts about Palestine are limited to condemning Hamas, talking about antiZionism being antisemitic, labelling all Palestinian men rapists and murderers, talking about how ‘actually’ evil Iran Russia Lebanon/Syria China Iraq Yemeni ‘regimes’ are, why segregated laws and regions and settlements across Palestine are Necessary Actually, why no one who doesn’t know about every single historical event in two continents shouldn’t stand in solidarity with Palestine, saying other countries should just take in the remaining Palestinians as refugees, saying Hamas could stop the killing of civilians anytime, saying Palestinians aren’t innocent because they don’t appreciate occupation, explaining why ‘Israel’ is ‘actually good’, saying that no one understands ‘buzzwords’ like ‘Zionism’, ‘genocide’, ‘apartheid’, ‘racism’, ‘innocent’, saying Arabic words make them uncomfortable, acting like Oct 7 was an isolated event or that the attack was nothing more than a continuation of thousands of years of hate for Jewish people, saying that speaking out for the injustice and genocide in Palestine and not every other specific form of injustice happening in the world means you don’t care about helping people but actually just hate Jews, asking where the Jews will go as if the only natural choices would be getting expelled or genocide, proudly equating a genocidal ethnostate and sociopolitical movement with Judaism, etc.
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Sometimes all it takes is a good pose pack to make you revive your favs for a totally not spicy at all photoshoot.
So please have your Saturday boost of serotonin courtesy of Rosella and George, circa 1911 🌹
Bonus spicy content before the screen ~fades to black~ below the cut...
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thefrogdalorian · 3 months
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I find it amusing that a lot of people view the Children of the Watch as a terrible evil cult that they'd never want to be part of because, as an autistic person, wearing a helmet all the time sounds like heaven to me. No pressure to make eye contact, no facial expressions to read? Tinted visors to block out the lights and a helmet to muffle most sounds? A dream.
Also, not having to learn people's names, keeping personal information to a minimum AND never having to make small talk because you all just repeat "This is the Way"?? Sounds like paradise. Seriously where do I sign up??
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randaccidents · 1 month
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The struggle between posting now and waiting for the mutual who has been chomping at the bit for this reference to drop to be out of school.
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...a certain desperate passion to them and slight possessiveness to them, as if he's afraid you might melt away when he opens his eyes, or as if to say mine, mine, mine...
Thank you so much @jroahn for drawing Blade & Nayeli in a passionate, yet tender, moment. I love everything about this ❤️ I highly recommend commissioning them and checking out their work, it's amazing. (Main caption is from this post here.)
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GIRL WDYM I MIGHT TURN INTO A MONSTER
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