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prettycottagequeer · 1 month

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ok maybe I'm a little late to this BUT I'm gonna do a to-do list motivation thingy because I've had the worst two weeks since I started college :)

SO these I should start on asap:

50 I make the snack I really want but I haven't had the motivation to make

100 I clean my dorm. another thing I've been meaning to do for a week

150 I do the presentation about mid-victorian fashion I've been putting off (due Monday)

200 I start memorizing the monologue that was due a week ago (now due Tuesday)

these can wait longer:

300 I spend time outside. It's so nice but I'm getting stuck scrolling because I feel like shit. vicious cycle ect

500 I start setting a better weekend routine (aka getting up before noon)

1k I start working out again. I was doing a routine to get more masc and build muscle and I liked it but life hit me like Crowley driving the Bentley and I've missed like 3 weeks

2k I buy my first binder. I've been coping with sports bras for almost a year now and I haven't been able to justify spending $50+ on a binder even though I know I'd love it and use it everyday.

Do I tag people? I don't know but I'm going to. @the-globe-theatre-maggot @weirdly-specific-but-ok @howmanyholesinswisscheese

here's just some context if you want to read, feel free to skip. some of this I've talked about in the maggot server, some I haven't, but I really just need a place for this to go that's out of my head. tw homophobia, transphobia, car crash(??)

How I Have Been Run Over By The Bentley Going 90 In Central London What Feels Like 50 Times In The Last Two Weeks

I'm going to college about 4 hours away from my parents, and it's been really nice. They.. suck, to say the least. transphobic/homophobic ect, super traditional conservative catholic, racist, all of it. so i tried to move somewhere where I wouldn't have to think about them and I could be myself and do what I can to be happy. March 1st was the start of my spring break, which meant going home because the dorms close. I was already not excited, but I was prepared. the problem with being away from home is I forget just how bad they are. My optimism gets the better of me and I think maybe this time they'll be better. so I decided to not hide my septum piercing.

that was a mistake. it starts a whole fight where they say we know you're trans, you're actually a girl and you always will be, we have the bones argument, they think I'm being influenced by demons or something (if only they knew about crowley) because I want to change my name, and they tell me that going on t will completely ruin my body and give me cancer and other things. They're also mad about my dyed hair, septum, and general style, and say I'm setting a terrible example for my (5) younger siblings and make it a point to tell me just how much of a disappointment I am. I think I'm pretty cute and fun but y'know, whatever. very fun time. I lie so much, don't give them any more details about my identity, and say I'm not planning to go on t to save my ass. which is all on instinct which makes me feel worse because if I'm really trans I should be able to stand up for that, right? maybe I'm faking the dysphoria.

the next morning I wake up really sick, and spend the rest of the week sick and feeling like shit because I'm home and back in the same place and situation I was a year ago that I thought I escaped. at one point I pretty much lose my voice but also kind of get gender euphoria from it. it's weird.

On Friday it's time for me to drive back 4 hours to school, and I make it about 3/4 of the way when google maps takes me on a random gravel road and I crash my car, really crash my car, like sideways-in-a-ditch-windows-broken-crawling-up-out-the-door crash it in the middle of nowhere. (I was fully paying attention to the road, it was raining and super slick) I call my parents because I have no one else to call and I sit in a Subway for 3 hours while they drive to get my car. when they get there they're (understandably) really mad, and they tell me that I'm not mature enough to be going to school so far away and I need to get my shit together and stop depending on them. which. is probably true. but made me feel even more stupid about the fact that I crashed my car. I get back to school and I'm still Very Sick with no energy or motivation to do anything. So I've spent the last week trying to get better and honestly to do anything. it hasn't really worked. I'm a lot better health-wise (Not emotionally), still sick but I have a lot of work due, so I really need a push to get started

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falling-star-cygnus · 17 days

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i couldn’t resist the pull of a new indie animated cartoon, life is hard and i am but a weak soul

✨Ramshackle✨ by Zeddyzi -> why it’s amazing and why you should watch it :D

she’s a mood fr

No.1: Vinnie is usually the first to panic

while none of trio are 'in charge' -nor should they be- Vinnie does take the lead more often than Skipp or Stone do {these two also tend to look at her before taking action, which is actually adorable} so it's pretty cool to see she's not oblivious to dangerous situations like her archetype tends to lean into -> also Stone's totally contemplating breaking the window to get away from the pageant zombies

No.2: Stone is super protective, despite acting like he's not

but he does it in a way that doesn’t come across as thinking the other two are incapable, it’s more like: you totally could’ve dealt with that, but im right here so you don’t have to

No.3: Skipp isn’t helpless, nor is he treated as such

this is really awesome bc trios typically have that one character that’s really bright and bubbly but that’s also often infantilised by both their peers and the fandom -> Vinnie and Stone are totally confident in his feral capabilities though, and apart from briefly scolding him when it was necessary- they don’t treat Skipp like a child {which is an extremely refreshing change of pace}

No.4: ✨FOUND FAMILY✨

you got the black cat, doberman, and orange cat all in one with these silly guys! + stone's small smile when they fist bump, my heart!

No.5: The black cat is a softie

surprising absolutely no one, Stone has a hard time saying no to his family. that's not to say he can't express a boundary, like how he feels about physical touch, but he does let Vinnie and Skipp cling to him for brief intervals -> he also is already accepting that Maggot's going to be a fixture from as soon as the other two are leaving the alley way

all in all, this pilot does a mind-blowing job of portraying archetypes in a new and refreshing way that doesn't feel forced -> the animation style is beautiful, the characters are multifaceted and complex and it walks the line between silly and badass perfectly

definitely go watch the pilot on youtube!

and if you enjoyed this, let me know if there are other things you want me to analyze or give my thoughts on :D

#ramshackle #ramshackle animated pilot #ramshackle pilot #vinnie ramshackle #stone ramshackle #skipp ramshackle #vinnie #stone #skipp #zeddyzi #indie animation #animation analysis #falling.star thoughts #ramshackle 2024 #youtube #found family

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kcrossvine-art · 1 year

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Heya folks n friends! Today on our LotR cooking series, we're going to be making something inspired by Mrs. Maggot, wife of Farmer Maggot. Originally we were going to do a cream of mushroom soup, but the idea of adding meat as a cheeky lil joke on their last names was too good to pass up. In my mind meat goes better with thin soups than creamy ones.

And thus Mrs. Maggots Meat 'N Mush Stew was born.

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to Mrs. Maggots Meat 'N Mush Stew?” YOU MIGHT ASKFor the stew portion itself we're going to be using a hearty base, aiming for a layering of flavors. If you feel comfortable making a roux, feel free to do so, but I did not due to energy levels and thus the flour in this recipe is only used for searing the meat before its added to the pot.

Cubed beef

Flour

Peanut oil

Beef stock

Dried porcini mushrooms

Carrots, chopped

Onion, diced

Garlic, crushed

Scallion, chopped

Bay leaf

Salt and pepper

Ground red pepper

Cumin

Zatarins gumbo file

For the other mushrooms, were going to cook them separate and throw them in at the end (but they'll have friends to keep them company!!).

Cremini mushrooms, sliced

Half an onion

Carrots

Garlic

Salt and pepper

Thyme

Olive oil

This took about 4 hours in total. If you have a slow cooker itd probably be easier to use that, but as is isn't too bad either. I mostly worked on commission stuff in the kitchen in-between stirring. "The best food is the one you don't have to make, the second best food is the one you don't have to think while making."

AND, “what does Mrs. Maggots Meat 'N Mush Stew taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

HOT HOT HOT

Tastes like walking from the cold into the cramped but cozy bar your friend works at

Meat was so tender and juicy, melts in your mouth. Makes you cry

It wanst actually carmelization but the onions had a hint of tasting caramelized

Mushrooms- a strong umami flavor with a bit of smokeyness

Once you get that Perfect level of gumbo file, it just makes every other element stick out more

Like an energy booster for the ingredients

A spotlight on the bay leaf, and oils, and spices

. If you don't want to use beef, feel free to use vegetable stock instead and replace the cubes with strips of king oyster mushrooms. Exclude the flour but still cook them in the pan. . this isnt officially part of the recipe since im not sure itd be 'on theme', but feel free to start your rice cooker around the 3 hour mark so you can have some hot rice ready for serving as filler.

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When I was looking through food and food mentions in LotR, Mrs.Maggot just stook out to me. 'Queen amongst farmers wives' is both really sweet and a fuckin killer description. What a legend. I wanted to do something based on her and our two options were either beer, bacon or raw mushrooms. Beer while very appealing is also not something you can whip up in a day, while raw mushrooms have a chance of killing my beloved readers. I don't want to talk about me and bacons sordid past.

And so as praise to this funky farmer women, may you add this stew to your collection of potpie, lasagna, and roast recipes.

Did i mention i started my first grease fire when making this? Yeah. Don't cover any empty greased pan even if your intent is to keep water from splashing into it.

Anyway, this recipe is a solid 10/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) The partner has already made me pledge to cook it again hehehe

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Ingredients:

2 lbs cubed beef

A little bit of flour to 'tumble' the meat in, in a bowl

Peanut oil to sear the beef, as needed

3 kilograms beef stock

28g dried porcini mushrooms

4 carrots, chopped

1 white onion, diced

4 cloves garlic, crushed

1 scallion branch, chopped

Salt and pepper to taste

Ground red pepper to taste

Cumin to taste

3 bay leafs

A pinch of Zatarins gumbo file

Ingredients… . . TWO:

1 lb cremini mushrooms

Half of a white onion, diced

1 carrot, chopped

2 cloves garlic, crushed

Salt, pepper, and thyme to taste

Olive oil as needed to pan-fry

Method:

Put the porcini mushrooms into a bowl, add enough warm water to cover. Give them roughly 20 minutes, or until softened and the waters turned color.

Cut the carrots, onion, and garlic.

Get a large pot with a lid, pour in your stock (or water and bouillon cubes). Pour in the porcinis and the mushroom water. Turn the burner to medium-high.

Add your bay leaves, carrots, onion, and garlic to the pot. Add extra salt if you'd like.

Tenderize and cut your beef into roughly 1 inch cubes.

In a small bowl, pour a handful of flour along with pepper, cumin, and ground red pepper. Mix until combined.

Lightly toss each cube of beef in the mixture, get a little coverage on each side.

Heat a frying pan to medium heat and add peanut oil. If using an electric stovetop it will take time to heat up.

Add some of your beef cubes to the pan, don't overcrowd it. Flip to check sides are a light brown with dark brown edges, its good for some pink/red to poke through.

Add beef cubes to the pot when done, careful of splashing.

Keep doing this in batches until all beef cubes are added.

Once the pot has reached a simmer, turn the heat down a few notches and cover.

Set a timer for 4 hours. Taste test every so often. Aim to stir the pot every 10-15 minutes.

(You can do steps 14-21 immediately or optionally wait a bit)

Rinse and dry your cremini mushrooms.

Slice them vertically. Cut the carrots, onion, and garlic.

In a frying pan on medium-low heat, add olive oil, carrots, and onion. Keep the vegetables moving! When they start to change texture, add your cremini mushrooms.

Bring the pan up to medium heat.

Once your mushrooms have cooked off the liquid inside, theyll start turning a deeper brown. Add the garlic. Keep! the! vegetables! Moving!

If the pan gets overcrowded, take some out and set it aside in a bowl. Smaller batches.

This process took roughly 15 minutes, but youll know its done once everything has a nice sear on it and the garlic is brown but not burnt. Add salt, pepper, and thyme to taste.

Set everything aside in a bowl.

Once the 4 hours are up the meat should be cooked all the way through and tender enough to pull apart. Strain the bay leaves out. Cut and add scallions. Add the bowl with cremini mushrooms.

Add a pinch of gumbo file to start, stir and taste test.

#cross cooks lotr #food recipe #j.r.r. tolkien #soup recipes

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myfranticscribbles · 28 days

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Day in the life of a maggot (i’m really embracing the white girl energy now):

1. Wake up and say good morning to the maggots (they’re already eating each other)

2. Engage in conversation with the maggots (i have been placed in charge of all their uteri)

3. At lunchtime, pop in and say hello (court is in session aka trial by fire)

4. Take a look at the art channel, awww it’s a wholesome piece of beautiful art!! (nvm someone has threatened to eat it)

5. Now it is time to say goodnight, unless you’re Asmi of course, after all who is going to discuss marriage by convenience and boobs.

this all happened in the span of ONE DAY.

love you guys x

@achilles-in-a-blanket-burrito @weirdly-specific-but-ok @good-usernames-were-taken @friday-im-in-love-with-crowley @arkytiorlecter @lxvenderjewel @zonzolik @patoslover @queermarzipan @the-globe-theatre-maggot @thearoacemess @falling-raine +any other maggot i missed back me up on this

#maggots #maggotfandom #good omens #chaos

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 2 months

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pt IV doctor who but i've never watched it but i know loads about it for sure

It's half past 4 am and I definitely remember everything that you maggots yelled at me about this show I definitely do

There is a slutty head preserved in a jar that had many babies

There is a Doctor who was an OG doctor and his name was Wren or something no WILF RIGHT YES SOMEONE SAID THE DILF THE MILF AND THE HOLY WILF

Michael Sheen is a sexy planet with a mouth

Neil Gaiman wrote some episodes and it was very cool I think he made Michael Sheen the sexy planet

David Tennant I know you all love David Tennant well FUCKING HERE THEN TUMBLR DAVID TENNANT

There are time lords and they are the doctor and everyone was very cross when I asked that because apparently y'all periodically forget you follow me because im dumb

It's like gay or something at some point

Andrew Garfield is a dentist who gets flirted with like you too babygirl or whatever the 10th doctor says

Oh yeah the doctors are the doctor but there are 14 of them and they all go poof and then boom new actor except for 14 where david tennant re-emerges YEAH TUMBLR HEAR THAT I SAID DAVID TENNANT

oh and THEN the fifteenth doctor arrives but he fucking girlbosses a bigeneration and so escapes trauma or something and you all get to keep david tennant YEAH I SAID HIS NAME IF THIS HELLSITE HAD AN ALGORITHM THIS POST WOULD BE TRENDING SO QUICK ISTG

Oh the TARDIS is blue and not fucking yellow sometimes my brain gaslights me and also it can be anything it is a tree but it is a police box because it wants to be due to a glitch that the doctor hasnt fixed coz hes too busy hanging out with donna or being gay or being trans which as I know from experience are both full-time occupations

Theres like an intro or something it goes DOOWEEDOOOO and when i mentioned it people started singing it in the reblogs so like nostaglia hit ig

DAAAAAAAAAAVID TENNANT YOU HERE ME TUMBLR COME AND GET YOUR DAVID TENNANT HE FOUND HIS WIFE HERE YES HE DID HIS FATHER-IN-LAW WAS A DOCTOR YES HE WAS HIS DAUGHTER WAS THE DOCTOR'S DAUGHTER BUT THEN DAVID'S WIFE SO IDK GO SLAY GEORGIA

10th doctor is kinda bitchboy and we love him for that apparently

12th doctor is girlbossing prideful or maybe it was 11th or 9th WHO'S THE ONE WHO CALLS THE POTATO A POTATO

There are rhinos and they're police they're called Zookas and they transform people into something for their sins

I think it was the rhinos but someone looks like gollum had sex with a dead horse and got impregnated

There's a potato dude (gn)

There's a Meep and Meep's pronouns are Meep which is fab

There's a dude named Harry in the original doctor who

Shitty effects are beloved here

Someone installed a ramp on the tardis

there is someone named rose and the 9th doctor did something with a timeline and lost her to another 9th doctor and everyone's sad about it coz he knew he couldnt give her the life or something

Rose is kissy smoochie with doctor

Donna noble is played by catherine tate who knows less about the show than i do (which isnt saying much clearly im an expert)

The doctor is not actually a doctor it's something about yelling DOCTOR and they say DOCTOR WHO and it's like FUCK YEAH BABA GRIL NAMEDROP

Is this show title a knock knock joke like Knock knock. Who's there? Doctor. Doctor who? Yes now let me in.

one last time for you sluts DAVID TENNNANTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

you're welcome.

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b0nten · 9 months

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MIGHT AS WELL

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ a love like yours was hard to come across. one like you he’ll never find, nor does he wish for. he only wants you, had only the stars aligned.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ angst, mentions of vomiting, rindou calls reader some very nasty words!

rindou was good at doing splits. he was good at fighting. he was good at surviving in juvie. there were plenty of things rindou was skilled at, except one. and it just so happened to be gentle, loving, and funny. it happened to have h/c luscious hair and striking e/c eyes. it so happened to be you.

rindou had had his fair share of relationships and hook-ups, but never had the thought of falling in love crossed his mind. he was of the simple hit-and-quit type, a curse he loved to blame on his older brother, and therefore got along with the idea of never settling down.

one windy september afternoon, though, the stars finally had mercy on him and faith guided him to you. it would’ve been a normal day, another fight, another drink, another stroll through the streets but that particular tuesday it so happened to be special.

unlike after most fights, that day he was pissed. he had not found his correct footing and ended up slipping, falling face-first into a pile of rocks, inviting some maggots to take their chance to kick at him. although still coming out victoriously, rindou couldn’t contain his anger, but he couldn’t let it out anymore either, since there was nobody standing anymore, so he just bid his farewell, and with a purple face took a long walk.

that also ended up not working, so he rushed into the nearest convenience store he could find, thanking the universe he knew roppongi like the back of his hand, and sliding past every rack, he bolted for the refrigerators and took ahold of the biggest beer he could find.

he wasn’t even out of the store by the time he took his first sip. once out the door he moved to the right, leaning against the tempered glass, closing his eyes.

“are those hickeys or did you get beat up real’ good?”

“fuck you want from me?” he said, not even opening his eyes.

“you could at least look me in the eyes when you’re being an asshole, plum face.” you spat back, this time just as angry as rindou.

when he opened his eyes, cupid’s arrow struck him.

“i’m sorry, uh..”

“y/n.”

“i’m sorry, y/n, i’m having a bad day.”

“should’ve guessed, i’m sorry for the joke.” you apologized in return, and a faint blush spread across his cheeks.

“it’s alright, don’t worry.” rindou reassured, “rindou, by the way.”

“so, rindou, why are you drinking cheap 7-11 beer at 4 in the afternoon?” you couldn’t help but ask, since his purple face was too intriguing.

“wouldn’t wanna bore you with it, it’s alright.” the blonde said in return, taking another sip, “and the beer’s actually good.”

“i’ve got a feeling you wouldn’t bore me. still skeptical about the beer tho. come on, talk, it might actually help you.”

and as corny as the encounter may have been, that is how you two became the closest friends ever and, finally, started dating.

there was never a dull moment with rindou, from amusement park dates to museum visits to shopping or cooking together, everything was exciting. he made your heart pump faster every time you saw him, and his heart was ready to jump out of his chest every time he even thought about you.

through patching him up after fights and curling his hair, you were always there for him. in confessions of heartache and fears, you were each others’ shoulder to cry on. and one says that in order to love, one has to let live, so what was happening with him in front of you right now?

his hair was messy and his voice tried not to tremble or break, but the guilt was eating him alive since he had come to this decision. in those two years he had finally learned how to live and love because of you, you had never seen him like this, he is sure of that.

but still, how can he bring himself to just shoo away the love of his life, but how can he keep you with him when it’s just so dangerous? his heart is torn apart in two, and his mind blank. should he be selfish or selfless, whichever way the words may fit to what he wants to do? should you live and hate him or possibly die while loving him?

was it actually selfless to let you go and selfish to keep you? or the other way around?

“we’re done, y/n.”

his eyes are glued to a painting to his left. his eyes burn, trying not to let out any tears at all.

you feel like you can’t breathe anymore. their penthouse feels like a small metal box and the air around is thick. you think you can hear you heart break or maybe it’s the construction work being done outside. the first time he said it you thought you had misheard him, but he really wants to break up.

“rindou, what? are you for real?”

he doesn’t say anything, he just nods, this time just looking at the floor.

“speak to me, rindou, at least have some decency!” you half-yell, not being able to call him names.

“i’ve gotten bored,” he says, “two years was way too much to work and i’ve gotten tired.” he wants to bite his face off but he knows he has to stay still.

“bored? of what? of us, of me? what the hell are you on about, rin?” he almost breaks down when he hears you call him by his nickname, and the sweet memories it holds are just excruciating.

“yes. and don’t call me that, you cheap whore… i-i know you only used me for money and drugs so it’s hight time you go and find another one to screw.”

you’re left dumbfounded at his words.

“what has gotten into you? are you alright?” you step closer but he takes a step back. it shatters your heart even more, and here you were thinking it was already down to zero.

“wake up, y/n! i’m not in love! i don’t love you, i never have, you dumb, foreign, ugly slut! you were one of my many whores, what did you think was so special about you?”

he feels a lump build up in his stomach, and his mouth is drenched in saliva, he feels the need to throw up immediately.

he finds the silence strange, creepy, obnoxious, why aren’t you talking anymore? he musters up the courage to look up and he wishes he hadn’t. you’re there, or is it actually you? he can’t tell. he sees your figure, he sees your eyes.

your eyes. they’re empty. they’re nothing anymore. they look like they’re hollow. he’s scared, he’s disappointed in him, he’s even sicker in his stomach.

he turns around to go anywhere, and before he reaches the door you speak up.

“you might as well have beat me purple like how you were the day we met. it would’ve been easier to get over.”

upon you ending the sentence, he swings the door open and goes out, the impact with the wall closing it shut again. he finds the nearest hollow or almost hallow object — a plant — and throws up in there. he cries as he lets all of the built up anger, regret and sadness fill the flower pot. he curses himself out and curses bonten even more, but thank god you’re still in there.

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underfaller · 10 months

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Chapter 4: γ

Pairing: dottore x angel!reader

Summary:

✧˖°.I am the rot and the ache beneath your skin! I am the angel sent down from above!˖°.✧

You are a Heavenly Messenger from Celestia that's been captured by a mysterious Doctor

CW: noncon

Word count: 2.7k

Dottore looks through an old journal. His vermillion eyes flicker as he turns the pages. The 4-pointed sigil engraved into the leather front cover is a dead giveaway that this was from Khaenri'ah. Not only that, from what he could gather from the intricately drawn diagrams on its pages, Dottore is fairly certain that this journal detailed the art of Khemia.

The ability to create life.

The ultimate experiment in blasphemy.

He acquired the journal from an adventurer while on one of his expeditions. Of course, the young man had been less than eager to hand it over to Dottore. However, it’s a bit hard to protest against someone robbing you when your head’s detached from your shoulders.

There is just one simple problem: Dottore didn’t know Khaenri'ahn. Or at least this form of it. The words on the pages are useless gibberish now. He asked Pierro, but the old Jester told him that this form of the dialect was so ancient that even he didn’t know so Dottore was back to square one.

Typical.

Dottore isn’t too bothered. He’ll simply decipher it using the modern form of the language and cross reference it with the journal’s scrawls. What’s a dead language to a genius such as himself?

Dottore stuffs the journal into a drawer at the bottom of his desk. He puts his feet on the wooden top, swaying idly in his chair, his arms bend behind his head as he stares at the ceiling above.

The journal is only one project he’s working on. One project of dozens that he switches rapidly between. Despite being a dedicated and diligent worker, his attention span is the complete opposite. The man simply could not focus on one topic at a time. He jumped between them, obsessing over whatever interested him at the moment.

And at that moment, the topic is you.

You are certainly the most fascinating subject he’s had in awhile. Even more so than the Eleazar patients he experimented on while in the Akademiya. Your immortality is undeniably an invaluable trait, but there’s something else.

Dottore finds immense joy in experimenting on you.

He’d always had disdain for the gods, especially Celestia. Dottore thought them to be incompetent, arrogant fools. He knows he can surpass them. One day he would. They deserved to be overthrown--crushed like the maggots they were under his boot.

It’s what they would get for turning their backs on him when he needed them. He may have been accustomed to rejection, but that did not mean Dottore didn’t harbor scorn.

He’s actually very vindictive.

Dottore knows you’re simply a pawn of the gods. Yet, he can’t help but cave into his desire to torment you in Celestia’s stead. He sees the gods’ folly in you. Their stupidity. Their negligence. His dejection. He despises you.

So he made it his goal to destroy you in every way possible.

It’s then that Dottore has a twisted, yet hilarious idea.

What if he made you fall in love with him?

He already has complete autonomy to your physical state, but he wants more. He wants to control you mentally, psychologically, and emotionally. He wants you completely wrapped around his finger before he snaps you in two.

Dottore laughs aloud. Even by his standards, it’s devilishly cruel. It would be difficult, yes. After all, you were certainly a difficult individual. You certainly won’t fall for cheap tricks. He would have to be meticulous and cunning in his manipulation.

But difficult puzzles were always the most satisfying to crack.

Love is such a weakness.

Dottore picks up a manila folder on the desk. There’s dried droplets of your blood still on it. He smirks as he writes something in your file.

Experiment 42: Anaxiphilia

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You were starting to wonder if it was you who was meant to receive divine punishment. That must have been the reason for your suffering. How else would you explain your situation? You must have done something wrong. Despite your defeatist attitude, that particular thought made you a bit defensive. You didn’t think you did anything wrong. In fact, you thought you were a pretty good individual up until this point.

But, there was a reason, right?

There had to be someone to blame.

Dottore kept you in a cramped cage when he wasn’t experimenting on you.You huddle in the corner of your metal prison, pressing your knees to your chest. Your wings are bound by a rough piece of rope. A wistful feeling tugs at your heart when you remember how you used to soar through the skies above Celestia. You missed it. You never thought you would, but you missed your home. You missed your mentor. You missed your old life.

You watch the clock across the room, its little red hand slowly sliding across the numbers like syrup. You could practically feel the seconds slipping away. Still, you had trouble keeping track of time in this lab. There was no calendar or window in here and Dottore refused to give you even the most basic information. How long had you even been here? Days, weeks…. A month? What the hell did it matter? You found it ironic that you’ve existed for over a hundred years, yet the short time you’ve been here felt longer than all those years in Celestia.

Perhaps it’s because that short time has been nothing but torture. You were starting to wonder if what he did was actually for research and not purely for his sadistic pleasure. You’d been sliced open more times than you could count and injected with enough substances to kill a small village. You’ve never been more acquainted with your own screams until now. Your eyes glance at the multiple bandages wrapped around your body. At least he would always bandage you afterwards. It was the one thing he could do to compensate for your cooperation in his experiments. Sometimes, if the Doctor felt extra merciful, he would administer a healing serum afterwards. However, he only did so in order to move on to another way to torment you. Something about not wanting a different experiment’s variables affecting his current trial.

You despise him with every fiber in your being. The man has an overbearingly unlikable presence. Even if you didn’t have reason to hate him, you would’ve simply disliked him based on that. He’s simply one of those people you could not get along with.

And that mask he wore, it was utterly pretentious and frankly, silly. Why hide your face constantly like that? He must be terribly hideous.

Dottore certainly knows you detest him. If looks could kill, he would’ve died a hundred times over. Even through your tears and pain, you aren’t afraid to tell the Doctor what’s on your mind. Oddly enough, he’s never lost his temper with you. Even when you curse and scream at him, he simply gives you that simpering, disgusting smile. In fact, Dottore’s mannerisms were often gentle towards you, even kind-- or as kind as one could be while abusing you. He often speaks to you as if he were speaking to a small child or a dog.

It makes him even more infuriating.

“How is my little birdie?”

You glare at him, not answering. He bends down, looking at you through the bars of the cage.

Of course, he’s smiling.

He unlocks the cage, opening the door.

You stay where you are, peering at him through your matted bangs.

“Still wary of me? I suppose that’s to be expected,” Dottore murmurs.

“You must be hungry. I brought you something.”

The Doctor places a plate in front of the cage, just a few steps away from you, as if he were trying to lure a wild animal from its hiding place. Despite the fact that you are in fact, starving, you give the man an incredulous look.

“Oh don’t look so skeptical,” Dottore retorts. “Can’t I be nice? You’ve been such a good patient. I simply wanted to reward you.”

His doting words make you even more suspicious.

However, your basic survival instincts are more powerful than your distrust in the Doctor. Slowly, you crawl out from your corner, approaching the seemingly inconspicuous dessert.

“What is it?” You ask hoarsely.

“It’s called Ptichye Moloko or translated, Bird’s Milk Cake. It’s a common treat here in Snezhnaya,” He explains, smiling. “I had an agent fetch me some from the city.”

“Is… Is it poisoned?”

You can’t help but ask.

Dottore bursts out laughing.

“Poisoned? Silly, it isn’t poisoned.”

“ I… don’t believe you.”

His smile falters a little. You were certainly beginning to get on his nerves. However, he doesn’t let his facade slip. Instead, he pulls his black glove off one of his hands, skimming the chocolate top with his finger and licking it. “See? Not poisoned,” He grins.

Seeing the Doctor not keel over from the cake makes you let your guard down. Perhaps this really was just his odd way of being nice. He doesn’t give you any utensils, so you have to use your hands. You take a small taste. It’s delicious. A bit tangy, but also sweet. Certainly more so than the gruel he’s been feeding you. Dottore’s toothy grin only grows larger as you continue to eat.

“That’s a good girl! Eat more!”

You quickly finish it, licking your fingers clean as you continue to look at the Doctor. Your eyes haven’t broken from him this whole time. Him sitting this close made you uncomfortable, like he would lunge at you any moment.

“Thank you,” You whisper almost inaudibly.

“You’re certainly welcome,” Dottore responds. “Now come. We have some testing to do.”

Oh.

You’d hoped he wouldn’t say that, that you wouldn’t have to endure an experiment today, but alas.

You stand up but as soon as you do the room begins to spin around you. You stumble.

“Oh? What’s wrong, my dear?”

“I…”

Your body starts to tingle, becoming warmer by the second. Your head is light and dizzy. You take a shaky breath. Dottore approaches you, putting a hand on your shoulder. Even that small gesture is enough to send shivers down your increasingly sensitive body.

“You’re already starting to feel it? It seems like your body is reacting well to the effects of the aphrodisiac.”

You look at him with horror. Your hand flies to your mouth, the taste of cream and chocolate still on your lips.

He tricked me.

Dottore chuckles, observing your realization.

You curse yourself. You should’ve trusted your gut. How did you fall for such an obvious trap?

This was all your fault.

“You lied. You did poison me.”

“That’s a bit of a stretch. What I gave you can barely be considered a poison.”

Dottore picks you up, bringing you to an all too familiar metal table. Your body feels like a ragdoll as he lays you on the cold surface. The sudden cold touching your sensitive skin causes you to inhale sharply through your teeth.

“I must say, it’s a pleasant surprise you’re able to elicit such a reaction. This will certainly be an interesting experiment for both of us,” The Doctor hums as he begins to unbutton your shirt, slowly removing your clothes. Your stomach drops.

No, no, no.

You try to push him away, but your arms are so heavy. Every move you make is laborious. You can only weakly whimper in protest.

“Shh.. darling,” He whispers in your ear. “Just relax now.”

The Doctor kisses you, sliding his tongue into your mouth. The slick organ overpowers your own, exploring every crevice and corner. As he pulls away, a thin strand of saliva connects the both of you for a brief second before snapping. You let out a small gasp as Dottore plays with your breasts. Even the slightest touch sends waves of pleasure throughout your body. Your wings quiver. You try to regain control of your body, but your resolve is quickly dissipating as your mind becomes foggy with stimulation. His hands move further south until they reach your thighs. His hands brush against the plump skin and you shiver a little.

“A-ah!”

Your breathing hitches as Dottore begins to play with your clit. He rubs the sensitive bud gently. The pleasure is almost unbearable and you whimper softly, squirming against his grip on your waist.

“You like that, don’t you, pet?”

You try not to show how much you’re enjoying this. You try to bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from moaning.

Your poker face is terrible, he can read you like a book.

You can feel something building up inside you-- a tight coil begging to be released. The feeling grows more and more intense, but just as you were about to orgasm, Dottore pulls his hand away from you, looking down at you, smiling darkly. “We don’t have to do this, of course. I’ll only continue if you want it.”

You really don’t want to continue. You want it to stop. You want him to stop.

But the aphrodisiac has turned your body against you. Your cunt is begging for more. Your brain is screaming, trying to fight the effects of the stimulant, however, it’s no use. The only thing you can think about is the Doctor’s hands on you. You need that release. You need Dottore to keep touching you.

No! What are you thinking?

You wiggle, trying to rub against his hand and relieve the throbbing in your nether regions. He pulls his hand away once more.

“Hm? What is it you want?”

You whine a little.

“Use your words, darling.”

“I…I want you to continue, Doctor.”

Traitor.

“As you wish, my pet.”

He delicately inserts a finger into your cunt.

“Heh. You’re so wet already. I won’t need to use lube.” Dottore murmurs. “Hmm…and your hymen is still intact. That’s good.”

You’re barely processing his words. Your body quivers as the Doctor unzips his pants, freeing the erection that had been uncomfortably pressing against his pants.

Dottore climbs on top of the lab table, positioning himself at your entrance.

“This may hurt a bit as it's your first time, but don’t worry,” He whispers. “I’ll be gentle.”

Dottore penetrates your opening, roughly pushing deep into you. So much for being gentle. He’s big-- you're surprised you can even take it. You cry out, hot tears pricking your eyes as you grip onto him, your nails digging into his skin.

“That’s a good girl. You’re doing great.”

The tears are flowing now. You’re begging him to stop, but it comes out as incoherent babbling. It wouldn’t matter anyways, he wouldn’t have stopped even if you asked him to.

The Doctor laughs softly. Seeing you cry like this makes him even more aroused. That pitiful, humiliated look on your face is so pathetic, it’s beautiful. Blood mixes with your fluids as his thrusts become quicker.

Slowly, the pain and discomfort turns to pleasure. You soon start to enjoy the feeling of him. You grip him tighter, panting. Lewd noises escape your lips and you arch your back. The sound of your bodies fills the room as he continues to move inside you, going deeper each time. When he hits a certain spot, you yelp, your walls contracting around his cock. He grins mischievously at your reaction, continuing to pound that same spot over and over. You feel your core tighten once more.

You place your arm over your face against your tear stained eyes. You don’t want him to see how much you’re enjoying this.

Dottore chuckles and lifts your arm. “That won’t do. I want to see that pretty face of yours.”

“Ngh…Ha…Ah..!”

Your body betrays you once more and you climax.

He fucks you through your orgasm, grabbing your waist firmly as he keeps going fast and mercilessly. His thrusts soon become sloppy and he cums deep inside your womb.

The warmth of his cum fills your insides. Your body feels like jelly as you come down from your orgasm and the aphrodisiacs. You grip the Doctor's lab coat as you rest your head against his chest, visibly trembling.

Dottore looks down at your bleary tear-stained face, leaning down to kiss your forehead softly. “That must have been quite intense for you. See, wasn’t that enjoyable? If you continue to behave, we’ll have lots more fun like that together.”

“After all, you are my favorite test subject.”

#dottore x fem!reader #il dottore #dottore #fatui harbingers #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin smut #dead dove do not eat #genshin impact fanfics #fic: dead doves do not mourn

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nefemart · 2 years

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Jay The End, So Far.

#slipknot #jay weinberg #maggot 4 life #slipknot fanart #Character Design #cartoon #drawing #digital art #digital drawing #dibujos #dibujo digital #Illustration #the end so far

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rawvnoisevcruster · 9 months

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(I'm finally doing the thing I said I'd do)

How to be punk

Distros! Distros! Distro!

What are they, why are they integral to punk, and why I love them

1. What is a "distro"? A in the punk scene (although not exclusive to punk) is a store/seller that distributes merch and or jewelry whether official or bootleg. They can be both done my a physical shop/seller or more now a days a online store front. Often time a distro makes there own products but some will sell office merch or will act as a hub for the artists items or sell general items ie, studs, laces, non band shirts, etc

2. Why I think there good, first it's good to support non music artists in the scene. They make are gear, shirt, tapes, and big bags of studs, they are a big help to people who can't diy certain items, bands to sell merch, and artists to make a life of there art, and its just a great way to get shit you like. Diy or die and all that but we'd all be hypocrites if we said we'd never bought a band shirt, or a bag of studs or a pin. Plus the quality and craftsmanship ship of these item is much more professional as these people specialize and have heavy duty equipment for there products

3. But where do I look? First (if you live near a major city) look around your scene and see if there are ones near you, support your local scene first if you can.

If not there look online as there are many online. I find it best to look on ig/Facebook/Twitter as many have a social media, then look through recommends, mentions in there posts, other shops they follow, and the such.

Next try etsy, there's a large amount of them on etsy as it's a great hub for distros, look up for specific band or items like "black flag patch" or "cone stud belt" and look for one you like a check out the shop for stuff you might also like.

It just a thing you need to set aside some time and you will learn some

But I'm going to tell you some now (note you might need to add distro or etsy at the end of these to find them) I'll be making more of these up the note distro list

Black squeegee

Maggot death

Flip the record

Pin up 77

Celtic rockers

Insult to injury

Grindfather

Machine cuisine

Drunk with a press

Pogo shop

Portland distro

Crust punk dot com

Punk tribe

Pin head

Iron lung

Cash 4 chaos

Tank crimes

Head noise

Black crow

Gay Halloween

Criminal medals

Chaos tribes

(Tw for sh reference in the name but this distro is super cool)

Slit wrist distro

Please like and reblog

I hope you have a nice time with this and stay punk you fuck

#distro list #how to be punk

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pininghermit · 11 months

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Dare I Desire (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Adrian x Male Reader

For the first time in your long immortal life, you clean with such intensity that it leaves you feeling your true age. If your siblings were to see you dusting, mopping, and scrubbing, they would have a field day, making it a topic of discussion for months to come.

You can't help but sneeze from the dust particles swirling in the air. The sight would surely shock your fluttering admirers back in your kingdom, seeing you with your hair tied back under a scarf, your flowing robes discarded in favor of ridding the place of lingering spiderwebs.

Perhaps witnessing this side of you would sway hearts, seeing the youngest lord abandon his carefree smile and instead wear a focused frown as you clean up broken alcohol bottles. However, some in your kingdom would mourn the fading innocence and merriment that had characterized your lordship for so long.

But let the name of that kingdom remain unsaid for now. It is a story yet to be unraveled by the one who sleeps in one of the castle's rooms.

You had carried Adrian to the cleanest room in the castle, leaving him there while you did your best to clean another room for the dhampir. You deliberately chose a room far away from the spaces burdened by the weight of the past, guided by cryptic visions that left your heart, mind, and soul paralyzed. Fragments of your mate's life had infiltrated your consciousness without any warning, weaving into your dreams and leaving you feeling like a stranger in your own home, among your people, within your kingdom.

You try to push those thoughts back as you continue cleaning. Some tasks will have to wait for now. Repairs require more wood and tools, and you are unsure of their storage location. You also need to address the horrid corpses at the front, their odors growing more putrid with each passing day, attracting swarms of maggots that only worsen the situation.

Mentally ticking off items on your to-do list, you make your way to the kitchen. You know that Adrian consumes human food, but you're uncertain of how often or whether it's a necessity or choice. Cooking, however, presents a challenge. It has been decades since your last meal, and you possess no culinary skills.

As you stare at the moldy bread and rotting vegetables, it becomes clear that cooking is not a skill you acquired today. The kitchen overwhelms you with its array of spices, condiments, jars filled with unnamed substances, and other bewildering items. While you consider offering blood as an alternative, you're uncertain if Adrian would appreciate it.

Instead, you search for more fruits, hoping to find a storage area or something similar. With the steady heartbeat and soft snores, you know that Adrian is still asleep, but you are unsure for how long. With renewed urgency, you embark on a quest to find a preserved food storage that hasn't gone bad.

As you wander through winding corridors, your thoughts drift to your mate. Earlier, you had managed to clean a room and bring Adrian there. Surrounded by the gentle rays of sunlight seeping through the drawn curtains, clean bed sheets, and a serene ambiance, you had finally caught a clear glimpse of your mate.

With a slightly wet towel, you gently cleaned the filth from Adrian's face, careful not to wake him. You wiped away vomit, blood, and dust, then carefully arranged his hair to prevent tangles. In those moments, you longed to speak to him. You wanted to apologize, to tend to his wounds that never fully healed. You wanted to hold him and assure him that everything would be fine. But you resisted, knowing that your affections would not be welcomed without a detailed explanation.

You and Adrian have yet to talk about your bond. As far as you know, he remains unaware of its existence. Given the chance, you would tell him everything—the reasons for your delays, your apologies, and your desperate desire for forgiveness. All you need is an opportunity. And if denied that chance, you would accept it as your penance, but you would fight tooth and nail before admitting defeat. You refuse to leave your mate alone, as long as Adrian allows you to be by his side.

Opening a door, you discover a room filled with jars containing items that resemble human food. Dried-up vegetables and fruits, shriveled and wrinkled like aged humans. Just as you notice this, you hear a swish from the lower level of the castle. A smile creeps onto your face as you realize the absence of the steady heartbeat from the room where Adrian sleeps.

"He's awake," you think to yourself, barely forming the thought before feeling the cold tip of a sword against your neck. Impressive speed and eerie silence, even with your back turned, leave you impressed.

"And I thought your kind only took lives. When did petty thievery of dried food become part of it?" Adrian's sharp words reverberate through the room, the sword poised to strike. "Words as cutting as the sword he wields," you think as you prepare to face the dhampir behind you.

"Are we not of the same kind?" you respond, searching for any sign of shock, joy, amazement, or confusion. Any indication that Adrian has recognized your bond, even a hint of its presence hidden beneath his simmering rage.

"I share nothing with a monster of your kind," Adrian retorts, shattering all hope you had for the bond that eludes him. For some reason, it remains concealed, overshadowed by his seething anger.

#alucard #alucard x reader #castlevania #adrian tepes #adrian tepes x reader #alucard x male reader #mates au #bottom alucard

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pemberlyprose · 4 months

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How Greif Devours Identity in Hamlet: An Informal Short Essay

Inspired by If We Were Villians, I took it upon myself to freshen up on my Shakespeare. So, last night I finished reading Hamlet for the first time since my freshman year of college! It was a trip to relive all of my old annotations and notes on the play, and to dive back into Shakespeare after such a long time. Thank Folger Shakespeare Library for footnotes!

A few things caught my attention, especially the theme of identity and grief being so intertwined. So let's talk about it for a moment~~

As somone who has experianced a little too much grief in my lifetime, it was cathartic to read Hamlet and appreciate others processing loss. Shakespeare, the master of words and human emotion that he is, has painted the transformative... if not transfiguring... powers of grief on the human mind. This is not exclusive to the character of Hamlet himself, though his madness is the center of the play, but includes all the characters.

Since I have made myself promise this will be a short essay, i'll localize my thoughts on a specific passage:

"Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only empoeror for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service-- two dishes but to one table. That's the end" (Act 4, Scene 3).

So, here's the thing... I took this a little differently than Shakespeare may have intended in this scene. The talk of the "worms" which feast on us when we are dead made me think of The Corpse Bride by Tim Burton.

In Emily's ear is a maggot that acts as her concience. He eats at her mind and replaces her thoughts with his own. I couldn't help but feel that is exactly what grief has done to these characters. Like worms, fattening upon each character, sorrow, revenge, fear, and guilt all crawl into the ears of the court and feast until there is nothing left.

For example, take Hamlet at the end of this play. Hamlet is "not where he eats," which would be an action of taking the King's life and digesting what has happened to his father, but ends "where he is eaten" by the guilt of not being able to override his character and seek revenge on Claudius until the last moment. Try as he might to change the course of fate (hah, get it course lol), the ending remains the same. Which leads to the line "two dishes but to one table."

We see this all throughout the novel as different sets of characters come to the table: Claudius x King Hamlet, Hamlet x Claudius, Hamlet x Mother, Opheilia x Hamlet, Laertes x Hamlet... etc. Even the lesser characters die in pairs like Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Two lives devoured together at the same table.

I think this is an interesting way of looking at volitile emotions and understanding how people struggle to cope. Grief can eat at you, literally, and it not only leads to a physical deterioration but to a death of self. No matter how clever and careful you are going about it, no matter what reasons you have, acting against one's character will always eat at one's concience. Especially when you look around and see the other people in your life feasting on the same meal at the same table.

So while grief can feel like a worm in our minds, it's also more common among our companions than we see. Too blinded by our own struggles, we let emotions devour our sense of self, and can't see how our behavior reflects and is reflected back to us. We are what we eat, in all senses.

Which is why I think that Hamelt is an exceptional play on how emotions can play (or prey) on us!

Updated edition of the Folger Shakespeare Library edited by Barbara A. Mowat and Paul Werstine used in this essay :)

#literature #dark academia #books & libraries #romantic academia #aesthetic #classic academia #books #words #light academia #book quotes #if we were villains #william shakespeare #hamlet #shakespeare #personal #corpse bride #picture source: pinterest

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