#marionettes being toys that are controlled by a 'real' person

[ashipiko]

DANCE WITH ME YOU LI-IA-IAR ♡

OVERBLOT ASHI??? ANYBODY??? the ANGST that this baby can store!!! SHEESH!!!!!!! <3 I only have one post dedicated to her and liar dance lyric analysis (the post is kinda outdated in gen) BUT…… I also have an overblot monologue as a treat 🫶 I wanted to better explain her angst and so!!! BABAM!!! enjoy

ASHI’S MONOLOGUE:

Sometimes I wonder why I ended up here.

A place named “Twisted Wonderland”, and at a school named “Night Raven College”.

At first, I figured that I was the odd one out— Y’know, the Ramshackle prefect and everything. The magicless girl at the magical all boys school? Nuts, ain’t it?

I’m known for a lot of things. Things that are different from the others. The fact that I stand out is part of the Ashi charm, something I’m known for.

But… Over time I found myself sorta feeling in place here.

Because as much as I try to believe it, I can’t safely say that I’m better than anyone else here.

I’m a fake. I make conversation and lots of friends, but for what? A backup in case something goes wrong? A sense of protection for my reputation? In what case are any of those friendships something I truly want? In what case are any of these strings more than just a tool instead of a thread made of my real feelings?

Behind this, I’m no different from any other student here. Even through my individuality, my cheerfulness, my endearing oddness… I’m still a horrible person. Using people to get what I want, toying with people and their feelings in order to gain power and gain a spot the top. All to become untouchable. It’s screwed. It’s not right.

My insides are ugly. The truth of me is something I want to keep tucked away deeply, because I don’t want people to see this part of me. A brash, annoying, selfish version of me, everything people hate to see. I don’t want this side of me to be seen because people will run away— people I don’t care much about, sures, but people I love, too. I don’t want to drive them away. So I keep quiet and give them a shallow show.

I give them a source of entertainment that’s controlled by the real me, every calculated movement translating into a marionette-like response. The only show I allow you to see is one that’s so carefully crafted by the chaotic clown backstage. The one that is shunned away from the light, the strings being the only hint of the puppet’s phony existence to the foolish audience.

But suddenly, I feel as if being here has started to let this side of me come crawling back into the spotlight.

It scares me.

It scares me to be vulnerable, let all of my faults lay out on the table like playing cards. To take the risk without the protection, to gamble everything I’ve built up away just like that. But you…

You.

You make me feel safe. You make me feel as if I don’t need to hide anything. I can give you the key to my heart and you would have no malicious intent. You wouldn’t cut out the parts people don’t like. You would enjoy the performance in full, every bit of it.

You make me believe that I’m nothing special, and yet something so valuable at the same time.

It’s silly. You’re silly. And yet that’s something that’s helped me.

It’s helped me realize that that truly is just how people are.

We aren’t villains. We aren’t antagonists. We aren’t monsters.

We are nothing but people, with faults and feelings that should be valued.

I am more than just a jester, a sake of entertainment.

I’m a person who is entirely worthy of love. All of me.

It reminds me that I must’ve came here for a reason.

Because this is where I belong.

#they drive me nuts. tbh #PLEASE LISTEN TO LIAR DANCE ITS SOOOOOOOOOO #!!! envy baby is also a big Ashi OB song #it’s so fun. she’s so fun #if you can’t tell her overblot works in like….. she IS the blot monster. or the (real) Ashi AKA the jester is #if she represents the true Ashi then the marionette Ashi represents what she pretends to be/puts out into the world #so even if you’re attacking the jestershi and the more antagonistic seeming of the two…… all you’re doing is feeding into the blot itself #as you’re doing what ashi’s afraid of— berating the real her #the solution is to kill the marionette!!! btw!!!!! and that’s what ace does #DW THEY ARE SO FINE AND OK. NO ISSUES HERE #ashace my beloved #ace trappola #ace trappola x oc #twst ace #twst yume #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst yuu #twst oc x canon #ashipiko draws ♪ #twstshi #I DONT THINK I REALLY POST ABOUT ASHACE LORE A LOT #APRY FROM LIKE? THE FIC ITS IUST SILLIES #so I hope you guys enjoy!!!!!!

[hyuburt]

Alien pearl with marionette or doll-like features

#alien in a weird uncanny way #my art #su #su art #steven universe #pearl #id in alt #marionettes being toys that are controlled by a 'real' person #something something cutting the strings something something Pinocchio becomes a real boy

[sealer-of-wenkamui]

In hindsight, Shimousa was so good to me, Danzou isn't even the main character of it or anything, but she plays a proper role in the story, she has her whole little arc about coming to care for the people she's supposed to spy on and kill, and oh man, the way Limbo is especially cruel to her and shows just how fixated he is on her.

Like I distinctly remember thinking "oh she works for him right but now she's betraying him? I hope this ends poorly and that he's really creepy about it" and then it somehow exceeded my expectations. Telling her how he broke her and messed with her mind? Threatening to take her back and crush 70% of her brain? Telling her how broken and defective she is? Controlling her body against her will to kill her companions she cares about including her son? Killing her by self-destruction when that doesn't work out? He's so wonderfully cruel to her there!!! This is why I expected Heian-kyo to also follow through with everything it set up, and was disappointed when we didn't even get a fraction of it...

A Heian-kyo that actually makes sense with Limbo's established obsession with her and her interlude would be so nice... The opening is fine as-is, in fact it was so good it got my hopes up, it was largely focused on Danzou (SHE'S EVEN THE ONLY SERVANT ALLOWED IN...) , it emphasizes the singularity is Limbo toying around with them, as well as their history together, he calls her "my beautiful marionette" and everything, ahh its great

Its just... they then needed to follow up on all that, the fact that they set it up so well just to do nothing with it made it more painful... we see that even as a Servant, she still has a tendency to brush stuff off and claim she’s just a puppet, despite being surprisingly sensitive, and clearly grateful to be treated like a real person (iirc at the end of Shimousa she even expresses thanks for that?) She also gets much more aggressive when talking about Limbo, showing how hurt she’s been by him. They could have easily expanded on these points we see little glimpses of, and made them central themes in a more Danzou-centric story.

Her talking more about how Limbo continues to haunt her even as a Servant, and the records she’s viewed of Shimousa of what he did to her before. Her growing to fully accept that although her body may be artificial, she’s still a real person with her own desires and feelings. In addition to her finally getting to kill Limbo, her own arc would also get some closure, starting as the obedient doll that unquestionably followed Limbo’s every order (yeah that was her real body but still. She knows about it too and Limbo pretty clearly still thinks of her as his doll.) and finally becoming fully her own person free of his or anyone else’s control.

And on Limbo’s side he’d continue to dehumanize her every step of the way… let him follow up on his threats in her interlude (even if Kotarou isn’t there unfortunately, we have the master of Chaldea as someone she cares about, and he could threaten Kotarou’s death as his future plans after creating his lostbelt). Mock her for being a broken, defective thing even as a Servant (something she’s shown to be self-conscious about). Tell her she’s just a doll meant for following other’s orders. Have him try to take her back under his control, and entertain him like she used to… let him use those machine-destroying Shikigami bugs of his to torment her in a creepy, blatantly sexual manner come on fgo you got away with that delicious Shuten cave scene and we all know Limbo would.

And in the epilogue we could have had her reflecting on finally being free from him, on finally making him pay for what he did to her…

It would not have been hard at all to make her more relevant throughout the chapter outside of the brief parts she is, and to have Limbo more directly involved for that matter. It would have made more sense with everything established about the two of them too, aghh we could have had it all

#Infel’s fate tag #me complaining about fgo Heian-kyo chapter’s missed potential….2!! #man it’s really sad if it’s really just cause Danzou isn’t popular #she deserves better #I love the two of them dearly so I have so many mixed opinions on the chapter as a whole aaaaghhh

[valentinosbabyhoe]

"And suddenly, it wasn't about being powerful, it was all about surviving" - A small theory about our Favorite Technology Overlord, Vox

Ok, so i was listening to Paranoid DJ's Original Character Song about Vox. And i suddenly was thinking about Vox's whole character.

Why he presents himself like that to the public,

What Valentino has to do with him,

And his Future in HH

So, enjoy. IK that this might not make sense, but i wanted to write that sh*t down, and share it with y'all.

So first, we all know that Vox is

a) an Overlord

and

b) one of the "3V's" which consist of him, a young girl named velvet and of course Valentino.

We all know that the latter is not only the owner of the porn studios in hell, but also sort of the owner of Angel Dust, an Spider Sinner Demon who is under Val's contract.

Contract - That's the jumping point. My theory is, that Vox singed an contract with Val, under the pretext of giving him power, and toys to play with. Aka helping him capture the Radio Demon Alastor, who is canonly his enemy / rival (due to their opposite views on technology). And which demon doesn't want power? And the price Vox had to "pay" was nothing. Mere dust at that time. He just had to sign some papers, promising Val to help him, to get him new toys to play with (aka whores, porn stars). For Vox, who didn't expected that he might end up as a marionette for Val to use when he needs some new stuff. No, back then it might've looked like a bright future. Having sheer endless power over all of hell? Controlling every being and everything in hell? Oh, what a dream. And, maybe he even fell in love with Val, not knowing the real Val. That he doesn't fear anything to get power. Even abusing him.

But over the time Vox might've realized that this moth demon ain't the person he was when they first met.

It all started when Val suggested to adopt Velvet, a young girl whose "theme" might me social media themed. He didn't even asked him, his business partner if he even wanted to have someone at his side,he just did as he pleased. As he later on talked to Val in private, they got into an heated argument, and (you may have guessed it) Val crashed his screen with his bare knuckles.

But he let Val get away with it. Even if Vox was in Pain, Val said he did it out of anger, because they got into an heated argument. Vox forgave Val. Not knowing how powerless he really was. And how abusive his Love Interest Val was.

ok now how vox presents himself to the public

He always keeps his professional face on. Of course, he's an overlord. One small mistake could cost him everything. Val made that clear over and over and over again. He abused Vox. Every small mistake ended up getting screamed at by val, beaten up by val. And a thousand more things.

He won't let anyone look behind closed doors, not even his "daughter" velvet. And she grew on him. He always keeps his smile on, never frowns, never talks back. He doesn't want to get Val mad.

He's hardworking, but stops when val says stop.

Secondly: His part in the future of HH

Over the time, he managed to befriend Angel Dust, Val's favorite toy besides him.

After all he's being through, it's nice to have someone he can talk to.

At first, the Spider Demon was afraid that Val send him, because he made a small mistake while he practiced for the day's show. But soon after he realized that he's just as broken as him. He decided tom give it a try and talk to him. But he Angel soon was able understand him, and tries to help him. He listens to him, doesn't make fun of him.

Over time, they've come up with an amazing strategy to sea each other. Vox asked if Val could send one of his best whore's, maybe even the best one that he has, so that he could 'cool down' after an exhausting week. And Val granted his fellow overlord this wish, by sending Angel Dust. And so these two could'd secretly meet each other. Communicating through colors. Depending on which color Angel wore, it could mean a lot of things.

Pink - Everything goes according to (Angel's) plan

Blue - Everything goes according to (Vox) plan

Red - Val has his fingers in the game, and is most likely keeping an eye on these two

Maybe Vox will be able to get away from Val and his abuse.

But he will not join the happy hotel. He still dislikes this idea. Vox would keep his Business upright, with the help of hell's hottest porn star. Angel Dust.

They both being through a second hell thanks to Val, and both are currently still stuck in it. But if they will get a chance in the future, they will get away from Val. Maybe even killing the Moth Demon.

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And that's it b+tches. I started this thingy / baby here around 23:15 / 11:15 am. And now it's nearly 1am. OOP-

Well anyways, enjoy.

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#Hazbin Hotel #hazbin hotel theory #Hazbin Hotel Vox #hazbin valentino #hazbin hotel angel #theory #eyes on me by paranoid DJ #Youtube

[lucarioisinthevoid]

I hate to be That Guy but I feel like the interaction with Dave {or whatever the thing in Hell is} was leading up to something. It's likely too early to ask for elaboration but I have no impulse control and not enough dopamine so I'm going to not so vaguely indicate that I want to see more if there is more to see. If there has to be a cast perhaps Mangle, Toy Chica, Ballora and of course Springtrap. If it isn't that deep, I'm sorry I wasted your time! Have a good whatever time you read this at.

(Absolutely be That Guy™, I LOVE That Guy™! Though frankly, I feel like you’re overhyping this, while I do have a bit of story around, it’s no good. Ah, whatever, there’s only like- 35 more days of this stuff, so it doesn’t matter if I write myself into corners. All these drabbles are EXCLUSIVELY written with zero brain, but still, thank you very much for that request. While I would LOVE to make a drabble with that cast, because it’s a fun one that crawls into your office directly, it wouldn’t be that lore heavy. So instead these people are just going to be cameos. Also, jumping forward in time by a fair bit Warning for a fair bit of torture!)

Time didn’t work right here. Time passed, but it didn’t. Not at all. He was allowed to drink and occasionally eat in the saferoom, but… Everything that would be an temporal indicator was gone. No natural light, no physical change coming from this body- At least he was still breathing and bleeding, but that didn’t make it much easier to define the timeframe he was in. Over and over and over. The night started over and over and over. He was growing more and more sick of it. The only interesting thing left… … was dying. It gave him the chance to talk to the animatronics- and to get to know the someone who was behind this place. The one he shouldn’t have killed. It was such a peculiar title. So pompous, it must have been made up by a child. But who the hell could that be?! There had been too many kids. The only really noteworthy ones being Lucas and Charlie. Yet it didn’t see like they were here- A meeting with the Marionette had been enough to prove as much. The day the words “I don’t hate you” came from the dangly creature’s mouth was the day he would simply vanish from the universe. And Lucas? Lucas was too kind, too hesitant- he had preserved his gentle nature, fighting only when absolutely necessary. There was no way he would create an entire torture location. Hell, he had even tried to ask Scott, but he refused to talk about it. All he guaranteed was that it wasn’t him. No, no, it had to be a kid- everything about this place told him that. He knew how kids worked and what they liked. A baddie that attacked you killed you within a second just because you didn’t watch his show? Ludicrous. And no, he wouldn’t talk about Toy Freddy. Some of the animatronics had nothing of interest to say- But many did. The real bothersome point that had been standing out to him was how… actually friendly the machines were. Yes, they HURT him, but they called him a friend, cracked jokes and their attacks oftentimes seemed like mere petty retaliation… as if they didn’t really meant for any permanent harm. In a world where nothing left permanent harm, their retaliations became rather vicious. An exception were the nightmares, but it seemed to be in their nature. Henry made notes where he could, as well as getting used to their method of attack and torture. It was a double win- … … yet he hated it. It frustrated him to have to invite some of them in. It felt filthy. Death was something intimate. If someone killed you, there should be some sort of purpose, some sort of connection there. It was another mark you could leave on a person. There was something appalling about offering your body, regardless in what way. At least to him. Alas, his blood was the only currency still existing in this world and at least he got to pick and choose when he would be torn to pieces, most of the time. By now he had become good enough. Good enough. Barely. Impatiently he clicked his nails on the table, quickly putting on the mask as the room started flickering. Toy Chica peeked through his eyeholes, grinning. “… and? Who has the honor today, Henryyyy?” “Not you.” “Aw! How unfair!” She pouted, looking out of the doors, trying to spot Ballora, who both of them could hear moving in the back. “We had sooooo much fun last time! What? You want Ballora to-“ “You testing out your cannibalistic fantasies is not my definition of fun, dear. And no. I need to talk to someone else.” “Pft.” Pouting she moved away, slinking back into the vent on the ground. “Fine! Have fun I guess. Better not let me catch you without the mask! Because if I get to win, I get to win, no exceptions.” “There will be no problems with that.” Henry quietly sighed, taking off the old mask. It wasn’t even a Fredbear mask. For some reason it was one of the most disappointing things about this place. Ballora drew close and he carefully closed the door on her, trying not to interrupt her routine too much. Nothing ruined a good melody like the sound of stomping doors. Today he wasn’t worried about the power running out. It all stopped once one of them entered. Everything stopped once one of them entered. A rule. Many rules. And none of them made much sense. Again his nails tapped on the table, anxious and almost angry. Mangle was probably already caught in a vent-snare… … but William took far too long to get here. William. Dave. Davetrap. Never mind that. Finally, the bemused mask of the rotten bunny appeared in the vents, staring down at him. “… having fun?” “… Dave. Good to see you.” Henry stared up to him. “We need to talk.” “Eh… I dunno…” Playfully Dave began crawling back inside. “I’m not in the m-“ “You can come in.” Instantly he had ALL of Dave’s attention, even though he wished he didn’t. It was always a little uncomfortable to see William overly excited, and usually he knew what exactly it was about at least- he wasn’t sure about this one. He wouldn’t put it past William to be elated over the chance to hurt him. Without repercussions. “Really?” His one ear twitched as he stared down, transfixed. Predatory animals, with two of their eyes in front. Human always have been predator and prey at once and Henry had known it from the very beginning, he had seen it in himself and others. It was merely more apparent in William specifically, him and his unstrained behavior controlled by nothing but instinct. “Really.” And yet still- this place was a hellish mess and his mind was just as much of one- it reminded him of back then, when William was utterly excited about an event. ‘Is it actually happening? Really?!’ Really. Pleased Dave laughed, loudly. An ugly laugh when you were on the receiving end. “I told ya, Henry. I told ya you’d do it.” “… you know me well.” Quietly he watched Dave move out, swiftly and nimbly- “… and you seem to know this place too.” “Is that why ya let me in?” “… not only. But I might as well ask you while you are here, correct?” “Hm.” His eyes wandered over Henry’s body. Probably wondering which limb he should separate from his body first. Henry shuddered. Dave got comfortable in front of the office table, smiling. Everything else had gone quiet, the power not even being visible anymore- But the timer was. Midnight. Putting his feet on the table and leaning back on the little chair that he had gotten from who-knows-where, the cyborg grinned.”… alright then! I was worried you’d might be disappointed, since I don’t know anythin’ about this place!” “You do not?” “Nah.” “… then how did you get here?” “Uhhhhh, probably for the same reason you’re here?” “… but you did not DIE.” “I didn’t?” Frustrated the Pink Guy leaned back too, taking a deep breath. This wasn’t going anywhere. “… what is the last thing you remember?” Cheerfully Dave giggled. “I don’t remember anything! Never had any memory! Head empty!” Henry wasn’t stupid enough to believe that. Dave liked messing with others- play-pretend stupidity that was aided by his genuine habit of being rather emotional- but they had spent far too much time together to have that work. “… I know you are lying.” Instantly the mood changed, even if Davetrap didn’t change the slightest bit about his pose. “Ah! Ya do? Or do ya just think ya do?!” Again he snickered. “Either way. I don’t know anythin’ that could be useful for you.” “Maybe I am not out for anything useful? Maybe I am simply worried about you and how you have gotten yourself into a suit?” Dave laughed, loudly, but Henry continued. “… do you need my help to get out of it?” “No.” It was cold. And Henry responded in kind. “… see that is how I know you are not down here for the same reason as me. So why are you here? Why would the one I should not have killed brought you here…? After all- you and me, we most likely killed him together.” Tilting his head slightly, the other guy inspected him and for a moment Henry tensed up, expecting to be attacked- but Dave simply relaxed, changing his pose, allowing his legs dangling over the side of the chair. “Hey, Henry! Did ya miss me?” All smiles and ice cream. “… it seems pretty lonely and borin’ in this office. And it feels like we haven’t talked in a long time…” For a moment the Pink Guy stayed quiet, watching the other one, who continued. “We’ve done so much fun stuff together! This place might not be all that bad if we stick together, right?” He paused. “That of course only means anythin’ if ya WANT to spend time with me. If ya miss me when I’m gone. So. Did you?” Slowly Henry stretched his fingers. “… of course I missed you, Dave.” Both of them watched each other, the air prickling. Then, once more, Dave was laughing again. “That’s why I like you, Henry. You can do such pretty things with your mouth and mind. Sayin’ JUST the right things. I always love when you talk to me. Or about me. Everything you say is like a charm, making things so much better than they actually are. The thing is- Henry- with a gift like that, I can’t ever know if ya MEAN it.” Leaning in, Davetrap inspected him, his big, white eyes almost all-consuming. “… if ya missed me, how come you’ve spent time with anybody but me recently? Ya invited plenty of people into the office. Despite knowing I was the one asking POLITELY for it.” Ridiculous. … yet Henry had to play along. “Please, remain calm my friend. I was talking to them first, because I was gathering intel. Last time I was not informed enough, and you seemed… displeased. Was I incorrect?” It was amazing how much emotion this mask could still show. Just below the rotting maw, the little shine, a grin and not a fun one, judging by how it didn’t reach his eyes. “You have an excuse for everything, don’t you Henry?” “Or perhaps I am simply being genuine and elaborate on my feelings and decisions as you ask me. You on the other hand seem rather hostile today. Would you like to explain why you are so aggressive towards me?” Both of them looked at the other, and while they couldn’t walk in that perfect circle that pacing and threatening humans always seem to fall into, their bodies still conveyed the same. Then, once again, Dave tilted into the other direction, his large ear following suit, smiling. “Aggressive? I ain’t aggressive, Henry! I’m just curious! Quit bein’ so tense all the time!” Slowly losing his patience, Henry rubbed his temples. “Okay, then. I do believe you are at least partially real. But logically you must have arrived from a different timeline than me, one where you died and got put into a suit. Why would you be so mad at me however?” Standing up from his chair, Dave slowly moved over, as Henry turned as far to the side as he could to keep an eye on him. “Ya need a massage, Henry.” “You know I dislike to be touched.” “Welp, is it MY fault you’ve made yourself so tense that you now need a massage?!” Offended the animatronic stopped, leaning down to him. Smelling like oil and peppermint. “Ya really should let me do what’s best for ya.” That WAS a threat. … at least if this thing snapped his neck, it would be quick, painless and unpersonal. Slowly and quietly Henry breathed out. “… alright then, Dave. Please continue.” Yet, even if he had made the agreement, didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous about it. When the fuzzy fingers touched his shoulders he almost jumped, drawing another, somewhat sadistic chuckle out of his former friend. “It’s funny to see ya like this.” “I live to entertain.” Yet another chuckle. “… ya sure do.” The fingers starting massaging, digging themselves into and against the muscles causing Henry barely anything else but pain. Sure- him tensing up his shoulders didn’t help at all, but he couldn’t react any other way, the impulse to tense up was simply bypassing his brain. The other man behind him was simply humming his favorite melody. In the hall of the mountain king. “… remember when I taught you how to play it?” Trying to relax Henry began reminiscing. “Hmmm… yeah! That was fun! I dunno why people didn’t try to teach me an instrument before that, I think I would have really loved learnin’ it. Good that I met you!” “Indeed. Good that you met me.” … there was discomfort, a genuine feeling of worry. Fear? Was this fear? A fear not caused by the direct expectation of physical harm, but instead by- By what? He was probably just- not really comfortable with the thought of not having William in his grasp anymore. William was like him- and that was why he liked and why he despised him. Whatever came into William’s head, he would do and there was nothing Henry could do to prevent it. Part of him would be somewhat relieved if Dave just- murdered him right here and fast. … giving up so early wasn’t really his thing however. “Will- Dave.” “Yeah?” The guy was still squishing and mushing away at Henry’s shoulders, seemingly not caring THAT much about actually relaxing his friend. “What’cha want?” “… I only wanted to ask… do you like it here?” For a minute or so Dave paused, really thinking about it. “It ain’t the worst. I get to play with ya, no fuzz, no more havin’ to try and shut down Freddy’s or kill kiddens.” Slowly his focused back on Henry, his next words deliberate. “… don’t ya think so? Immortality and animatronics, what’s not to love? Sure, the torture is a lil’ sucky, but hey, ya said you’d do ANYTHING to become immortal.” Something scraped over the back of Henry’s mind. Was Dave being manipulated to comply? Sold a false image of perfection? … or was he simply trying to torment him, trying to fool him into thinking that he ever asked for this? Either way. Leaning back, Henry tried to look at him, choosing his next words carefully. “… while I appreciate my robotic works being with me and having no reason to fear death- I do dislike the repetitive loop at the unending threat of pain. I feel… bored. Do you not sometimes wish for variety?” “Everythin’ is a loop, Henry. Ya gotta be happy with the loop you get stuck in.” “… you need more ambition, Dave. Accepting and endless repetitive cycle is almost as low as accepting death. There is no perfection to be found in remaining with the same variables.” Dave sighed and retracted his hands, causing Henry to sit up straight. “It’s fine. It’s fine. You’ll never be happy.” “Excuse me?” “… what would ya still want, Henry? What is it that you’re lookin’ for right now?” “I-“ Shortly Dave leaned over to check the clock. “Whoops! Five AM.” Pleased he turned his head to Henry, who had stood up as well, trying to get some distance between them. “Ya know the rules! I’m inside, I gotta… keep ya busy. Give you a bit of a slap around.” “You will hurt me.” Henry’s voice was blank. He wasn’t really surprised. But the Springbonnie just shrugged. “Oh, well- I never said I wouldn’t. I said I’d help ya. Which I will!” Taking out his array of tools, from within the damaged parts of the suit. Of course Henry was familiar with them. Acid spray, a tool with sharp edges to scoop anything out, knives, a tool to part the tissue when needed- Cleaning. Disinfecting. Getting out an infestation. The psychopath was giggling to himself, as he sat the things down, Henry suppressing his desire to run away with all his strength. No point to it. It only would serve to make him look pathetic. More pathetic than he already was, in this senseless situation. “Ya know, I’m really happy I get the chance! Ya said ya were the Lord of the Flies… but you gave me the tools to get all the crawlers out. What will happen to ya? Will you be purified? Or simply emptied completely? Do ya think hell is there to make people into better versions of themselves?” No answer. He sighed, signing towards the chair. “Sit down again, Henry. I’ll make sure ya won’t die! Not even for a moment. You will see this procedure through to the end…” No escape. He knew the procedure. The body needed to be cut open, like an autopsy. This would lead to plenty blood going everywhere- William had never been a surgeon. Too impatient, too jumpy, too- careless. But after all, he didn’t try to put it back together- he wanted to clean it, fast and efficient. The stomach and intestines were first, cut open and then the lining was being scooped off. The stomach had nerves. Some of the rest of the organs thankfully didn’t. Eyes too, eyes had to go. The tongue as well- and then acid would be pushed up the nose, letting it sit there, Dave believing it would clean out the brain before he would have to drill into it. You would have to deal with less of a swarm exiting the brain like that. But before that? Heart and lungs. William was obsessively exact and radically reliable in how he did this section. He believed he had to be. There were no bugs crawling, no insects nesting in pockets of rotting flesh. But Henry doubted William cared. Nor did he himself care, as the all-consuming pain purged thoughts first- And mercifully, eventually, the life itself too.

#henry miller #Henry in hell #Dave Miller #Sometimes I forget that the one one-shot I wrote about Dave and Henry was semi canon #And then I write them interacting again and go 'wait why does it all sound like flirting' #Also Henry has such a fun view on getting killed every time I remember it I lose it again #god I'm tired I wrote this on four hours of sleep maximum be gentle everyone

[chibimyumi]

Art Report – ‘Elisabeth 2019’ TOHO ACT 2

【Click here for Act 1 】

“Kitsch!”

Act 2 commenced, and the audience was greeted by the radiant presence of Yamazaki’s Lucheni. He was dressed as a merchant who sold souvenirs of the Imperial Family in light of the Hungarian coronation. Lucheni held a tray with merchandise, including mugs and plates with Elisabeth’s print on it. The luckiest people sitting at the very front were lucky enough to receive these gifts from Lucheni personally.

Lucheni warned the people that even though Elisabeth’s beauty was enough to literally enchant a nation into submission, one should not be fooled by her looks. Behind her beauty, a true egoist resided.

The Coronation

Lucheni lead us back into the 19th century, and finally the curtains rose. Franz I and Elisabeth were crowned King and Queen of Hungary, and the Hungarian people cheered. The King and Queen were lead on a chariot that gradually turned towards the audience. It weren’t normal horses that pulled the chariot, but Death Angels disguised as horses. The Death dancers’ dance was phenomenal. These Death Angels have always been one of my favourite parts about the Japanese version of ‘Elisabeth’. Sometimes they are minions of Der Tod, sometimes they are the noble guards. Furutod’s Death Angels did not seem sentient to me. The way they moved was so perfectly in sync with everything Furutod did, they felt more like the extension of his limbs, much like Sebas’ black miasma.

The one who held the reigns of the chariot was of course none other than Der Tod himself. Like he foretold Elisabeth in Act 1, her presence would lead Franz’ Empire into ruins. Who would be more suitable to steer the Royal chariot onto the path towards the Underworld than Der Tod himself?

Lord of the Leeeegs

Furutod sat very majestically at the front, and his leeegs just went on forever. According to Death Angel Okazaki Hiroki, once when he was dancing underneath the the chariot and he jumped up just a bit higher than otherwise. But his boss’ legs were too long, so the poor man bumped his head into Furutod’s solid heel. I heard that after that performance, Furukawa changed his pose, and sat with his legs to the side. ( ´艸｀)

“When I wish to Dance”

After the coronation, Elisabeth was full of confidence and declared her victory to Der Tod.

♪♬ E: I won, did I not? T: Victory is mine E: Mine. I made people acknowledge me T: The world shall move according to my whims, as I dictate E: It is for nobody’s sake but my own T: You did so for my sake. But you did indeed outwit your enemy and for now you triumph E: I was once made to dance like a marionette, but now I have paved my own path. Even on my own I shall dance, and only when I wish to, to the music of my choice. When I dance, even at the moment my life ends, I shall dance, before you and beyond your reach. ♪♬

Here, Elisabeth provoked Der Tod, at one point even extending her hand as she walked down the stairs. Der Tod got down on one knee and extended his hand, but Elisabeth retracted her own, and gave him a vindictive smile instead.

This was a very impressive scene, as well as the perfect execution of what Furukawa said in this interview: "As Death, I wish to provoke Elisabeth and give her the energy to live on in their game. I hope I will manage to communicate [on stage] how Death is an entity who gives Elisabeth life energy, except that the controls are ultimately in his hands.”

Indeed, just like Elisabeth’s line “it is for nobody’s sake but my own” and Der Tod’s reply: “you did so for my sake”, we see how these two characters stimulate each other to constantly play up their own games in outwitting the other. Perhaps Elisabeth might have given up before, but if she had, then she would have given Der Tod the satisfaction of having an easy victory. Perhaps she did not really want to live on for her own sake, perhaps she just wanted to prove to Der Tod she was better. If that were true, then Der Tod’s reply would indeed have rang very true.

Elisabeth was confident enough to not fall for Der Tod’s seductions anymore after his previous unsuccessful attempt in Act 1. She boldly swung the tail of her dress and pranced off stage.

Furutod had to reconsider his options now that seducing Sissi was out of the window. Luckily for Der Tod, the new option presented itself on a silver platter.

“Mama, Where are You?”

Enter child Rudolf who had been whipped and beaten into isolation from his mother.

♪♬ “Mama, where are you? Can you hear my voice? I am so cold, please hold me But everyone says that I am nothing but your burden And that I can’t be with you” ♪♬ - Child Rudolf

Rudolf had been pushed towards despair and insanity. His only company was a loaded pistol, and he even sung: “in order to test my courage, yesterday too I killed a cat.”

Der Tod knew that Rudolf would be his ultimate ace card to obtain his current favourite toy, and manifested before the child. Rudolf was startled, and asks: “who is this?” Furutod gave him a gentle smile and took the pistol from his hands, and replied in a soothing voice: “I am your friend.”

Furutod - The Shapeshifter

Furutod’s performance in the scene with child Rudolf was phenomenal to say the least. Though Der Tod had mostly been masculine-coded, once he manifested before Rudolf, he morphed into a willowy and feminine figure.

‘Death’ is understood differently by everyone. In the musical ‘Elisabeth’, Der Tod mostly shows himself in relation to suicidal persons. Suicidal tendency - when roughly translated -  is ‘yearning’ for death. We know explicitly that Rudolf yearned most for his mother, and thus we may understand that Furutod morphing into a motherly figure was him taking shape as the thing that Rudolf yearns for.

Through contrast, we also suddenly understand what Elisabeth had been yearning for. The way Furutod carried himself in front of Elisabeth was masculine and confident. Here we realise what Elisabeth longed for: namely a man who would respect her autonomy. She was very much in love with her husband at the beginning, but Franz’ spinelessness and lack of respect for her autonomy was quite a deal breaker.

On the other hand, ‘death’ is also ‘fear’ to most people. Elisabeth’s fear was to have her autonomy taken away. We did indeed also see how every time Furutod failed, it was because he crossed Elisabeth’s boundaries and scared her.

Please compare the following drawings of Furutod’s body language of when he is with Rudolf (at his most feminine) vs when he is at his most masculine (Dr. Seeburger** Will discuss later.)

Hyper Detailed Acting

Furukawa is famous for his hyper detailed acting, and he obviously paid the same attention for detail to playing Der Tod.

Rudolf rejoiced as he finally found someone, anyone at all, he could talk to, and continued his song at the bottom of the stage, while Furutod remained on the platform. Furutod’s eyes never left the child during the song. He was constantly fidgeting with the pistol, and it was very clear that he was carefully weighing all his options in getting Elisabeth.

Then, a glint appeared in Furutod’s eyes. As dictated by the script, Der Tod would point the pistol at Rudolf. All Der Tods I know of had pointed the mouth of the pistol at the child. Furutod however, aimed with the grip of the pistol instead.

Herewith, Furukawa brilliantly foreshadowed that Der Tod was not going to kill Rudolf, but instead make Rudolf commit suicide by shooting himself in the head.

The Madhouse

The madhouse was a very powerful scene. Elisabeth was a VERY clever woman who studied her history. She knew of her royal consort senpais that the being a woman in public eyes was a very hard job. She knew that queens like Marie Antoinette were hated for spending too much money, while other queens were criticised for not living up to the royal reputation by being too economical.

Elisabeth managed to find a perfect middle ground; she would spend a lot of money like a proper royalty, but she would spend it on education, hospitals, madhouses, and other such beneficial places. “Whaddya gonna say then, huh?”

Elisabeth would likewise pay personal visits to madhouses, showing her care. In the madhouse, she encountered a woman who thought she was the Empress herself; Windisch. Windisch glorified the Empress’ life, but to Elisabeth it was but a very sour parody of her miserable existence.

♪♬ “ If only I were really you The only thing about you that is chained is your body But your soul is free. That’s right, you’re free I have been fighting every war, but what did I win? All I won is solitude I can no longer stand this I feel like I am going mad I could walk on, but where am I headed to, I cannot see I cannot see anything” ♪♬

Madam Wolf and Madeleine

Despite Sissi’s inner torment, on the outside she was more successful than ever, and Sophiezilla hated how her son had become Sissi’s puppet instead of hers.

She blamed Sissi for having enchanted her son with her beauty, and was desperate to do something about it. She and her ministers had an idea. “An eye for an eye, a woman for a woman”. ♪♬

Sophie and her ministers arrange for a secret clandestine meeting between Franz and the most beautiful women of Austria. They invite Madam wolf to bring her girls. The most beautiful sex worker Madeleine - “the most ardent at her work, and carries an ‘occupational disease’“♪♬  - would be the one to enchant Franz instead

Franz was powerless against Madeleine’s charms and eagerness.

Dr. Seeburger

Sissi realised that the power she held was due to her beauty, and that the moment her beauty faded, so would her power. She maintained a spartan exercise- and diet-routine to maintain her small waist to the point of becoming anemic, and fainted.

Enter Dr. Seeburger. It was Der Tod of course (who probably punched the real doctor K.O., stole his clothes and shoved him into the broom closet).

Here Furutod was exceptionally manly; his voice was low and growly, and his movements big and difficult, as though he were an old man. Furutod here was so manly that in comparison, even his earlier masculine-coded behaviour seemed entirely gender neutral. I really, really love how Furutod was gender-fluid in performance. Why would ‘death’ have a gender anyway?

Dr. Seeburger sat down on the bench where Sissi was lying, manspreading his leeeeegs as he undid her corset and ribbon. (It was very creepy, but also sexy... not gonna lie...)

♪♬ T: Let me feel your pulse E: I am fine T: You have a light fever E: It’s normal T: How pale the colour of your face. The symptoms of that disease have started to show ♪♬ - Dr. Seeburger

“It is the French disease”

Sissi sprang up at Dr. Seeburger’s diagnosis, and claims it is impossible because she knew her husband to be many things, but not unfaithful.

♪♬ T: He too is but a mortal man E: He would never betray me T: And yet it is true E: If that is true , then I shall leave this palace! ♪♬  - Elisabeth

“No, I shall take my own life,” Sissi said, and Der Tod smirked and undid his disguise. Furutod didn’t waste another second to shed his ‘old skin’ and jumped onto the bench with swiftness previously unseen. “I have been waiting for this!”

♪♬ T: “Now is the time to welcome you to the the netherworld! Come with me, the one who truly loves you!“ E: No, wait! From now on I will shut my heart from him If he committed any sin, it means that I'll be free! T: Stop pretending, you bear no love for him The one you truly love is no one other than me! E: You're wrong! I will not dance with you yet” ♪♬

Again with renewed determination to live, Sissi successfully kept death at a distance.

Rudolf

Rudolf meanwhile had reached adulthood, but was never able to free himself from the Imperial family’s chains.

Miura Ryosuke’s (Joker) Rudolf was especially broken. Most other Rudolfs I have seen so far still had some battle spirit in them and truly believed they might succeed. Miuradolf however seemed to be convinced that everything would be in vain anyway, and was merely compelled to fight by external circumstances.

Rudolf strongly disagreed with his father’s way of ruling and was convinced that only joining the opposition and establishing a new Danube State would save the Habsburg rule. Franz warned his son that if he dared to become an ‘extremist’, he would take away his right of succession.

Rudolf was desperate, because on the one hand, the extremists (later the Nazis) did indeed have ideas that benefited the economy of Austria, but on the other hand, their extremist ideas were very hard to ignore. Rudolf sank to the floor.

Then, Furutod appeared again, literally helping Rudolf back onto his feet. When he asked Rudolf whether he still remembered him, he showed the pistol he took from him in his childhood before safely tucking it away again, as though saying: “I protected you back then, and now too I’ll protect you from harm.”

♪♬ T: The time of this long slumber has ended Do you still remember? That promise we made when you were just a child that when you need me I'll appear before you R: I would never forget a friend, it's just that I am... so consumed by fear that I am about to break T: I am now beside you! ♪♬

Rudolf was scared shitless and could only back away, but Furutod knelt down and caressed Rudolf when he was about to give up on the rebellion against his father.

♪♬ “Misfortune is drawing near, are you truly fine with looking on? Oh, my future Emperor.” ♪♬

Rudolf liked being addressed as Emperor alright, and quickly he scraped whatever energy he had left to stand up.

The Hungarian Rebellion

Under Rudolf (manipulated by Der Tod) the Hungarian revolution went smoothly. When the revolutionaries finally seemed to be reaching their goal, the Death Angels revealed the Imperial guards arrival at the scene. The Revolutionaries try to flee, but the Death Angels guided them towards the guards one by one. When Rudolf found a window for escape, Furutod spun him at his heel and showed him Elemer who was wounded, causing him to miss his only chance for escape.

Rudolf too was arrested and brought back to his father. His father was utterly disappointed and seemed determined to strip him of his succession right.

“Mama, You and I are like Mirror Reflections”

Rudolf was in despair, but fortunately his mother had just returned home since forever. Rudolf begged his mother to help him change the Emperor’s mind, but Sissi feared for her own skin, and rejected her son.

Most Rudolfs in this scene fell to their knees to beg Sissi ( like Kimura Tatsunari did ⇈ ), singing the song in a genuine plea. Miuradolf however was already beyond hope. He did not kneel, instead he remained standing and his own song seemed to lack any effort. It was like he knew his mother would reject him anyway, so why bother trying?

When Sissi rejected Miuradolf, he merely sighed and looked up. “Mama too abandons me...” in a tone of utter defeat.

Mayerling Incident

Now that Rudolf stopped seeing the point of living, Furutod appeared again.

“You wish to die?”

All Der Tods I have seen so far said the line “you wish to die?” either indifferently, or excitedly. Furutod however, spoke it in the SADDEST and most DISAPPOINTED tone ever! As though he could not believe the ‘ultimate key’ he selected was so spineless. As though he was disappointed that the son of the human he loved for her determination would give up so easily.

Furutod took a deep breath, and suddenly all enthusiasm in his eyes disappeared. The Death Angels appeared and ripped Rudolf’s jacket off. Furutod took out the pistol again, and the Mayerling dance started.

Furutod was mocking Rudolf, abusing his privilege of leeegs and aaaarms to keep the pistol outside Rudolf’s reach. He did so while wearing the most disappointed expression that had ever disgraced Furukawa’s face. It was as though Furutod was hoping that Rudolf would show a tenth of the vigour his mother did, and would try a bit harder to get that damn pistol.

But alas, all Rudolf did was basically begging Der Tod to stop the teasing. Miura’s performance was splendid, I’ve never seen any Rudolf as defeated before on stage. Furutod who suffered from ‘lethal apathy’ however, HATED it.

Der Tod stopped seeing the fun and just handed Miuradolf the pistol. Furutod was beyond cruel; he seemed to have concluded that if Miuradolf wanted to think himself as such a sad puppy, he’d let him. With pity in his eyes he caressed Rudolf’s cheek. When Miuradolf seemed somewhat uplifted to at least have affection from ‘his friend’, Furutod dropped his compassionate act, and made it a bit too clear to Rudolf that he was but ‘a boring nuisance’.

Miuradolf kissed Der Tod, but the latter did not even bother kissing him back.

Other Rudolfs - Kyoumoto and Kimura

I did not see the two other Rudolfs, but I heard that Kyoumoto’s Rudolf managed to anger Furutod so much, he bitchslapped him before kissing him at one point, and did not even bother looking at Rudolf as he blasted his own brains out.

Kimura’s Rudolf was apparently the only one who offered sufficiently much challenge/entertainment, and he was the one Furutod hated least.

Entertaining or not, Furutod still took Kimuradolf’s life as he really was nothing but a means to an end. I heard that as such, Kimuradolf was all the more hurt when his ‘friend’ appeared to have heartlessly used and betrayed him.

Kimuradolf was allegedly the only Rudolf Furutod bothered ‘seeing off’.

Rudolf’s Funeral

Sissi knew that if she had not rejected her son to save her own skin, then he might have been alive. She begged Furutod to take her life, and he seemed very content that he was about to win.

♪♬ “You took my son from me... Do not let me wait for any longer... do not let me suffer... I'll give it to you... take my life...! End my misery!” ♪♬ - Elisabeth

Furutod leaned in to kiss Sissi, but he saw that she merely longed for death only to escape life.

♪♬ “You do not really desire me!” ♪♬ - Der Tod

He was SO angry his face contorted and his hands were shaking! “How DARE you fool MOI!? I am the one to toy with people, NOT the other way around!”

Nightmare

After being a rejected by Sissi, Furutod had been behaving like a total baby. He had started a death orchestra where he plotted the death of one Habsburger after another. Franz found himself in this nightmare, where the Maestro - Furutod - stood on the platform, conducting the deaths of his family.

♪♬ F: Where is my Empress? T: Elisabeth belongs to me F: She is MY wife! Know some shame! T: But the one she desires is me F: I gave her everything I have T: And yet only I can give her the one thing she wants, freedom! F: I need to save my wife! T: But only I can truly save her F: If she had wanted you, she would already have been yours! ♪♬

Furutod was like: “enough. I’ll show you. I can take anything I want, I am mofo DEATH”. Here Furukawa raised his hand and ‘wiped’ his beautiful mask off his face, and revealed the monster underneath. (I fear that my art can’t really express how terrifying and GOOOOOD the symbolism was...)

♪♬ “Lucheni! Quick, come and take it!” ♪♬

Normally it is a bit hard for me to see how Elisabeth would go from rejection, denial and plain defeatism to ‘yes, I’m okay with dying!’. But now because Furutod had decided that the game is over, Elisabeth’s death was just everything abiding the law of nature.

Elisabeth’s Assassination

Furutod had sent Lucheni to assassinate Sissi. Lucheni merely walked up to her, stabbed the dagger he had received from the boss into Sissi’s torso. The historical Sissi’s corset was so tight that she did not even notice she had been stabbed, and walked on as though nothing happened.

In the musical, her assassination also happened quite matter-of-factly, except that this time, it is because Der Tod had decided he was not interested in the game anymore; so there was nothing anybody could do to stop him.

Sissi entered the Underworld again where Der Tod welcomed her.

♪♬ T: The time has come to welcome you to the nether world... E: Please take me with you, to the far away world of the dark to the place where my free soul can be at peace Both: If it is farewell to this sinking world anyway then embark on an eternal journey where time never ends E: I have cried, laughed, been disheartened and I have prayed There had been days where I tasted defeat in my senseless battle Regardless, I have entrusted my life to myself alone T:Regardless, you entrusted your life to me alone ♪♬

Furutod was the perfect prince charming again. Like he did before, he only guided Elisabeth with his finger tips, and gently caressed her hands. He let Elisabeth take the initiative of embracing and kissing him, and he kissed back very romantically.

When Elisabeth died and her body fell limp however, Furutod dropped his prince charming act. He transformed from lover to conqueror.

Furutod took Sissi’s body and rammed her into the grave, pinning her there like a bio-specimen🦋. Oh boy, was he happy.

The moment he had her however, he seemed to have lost interest again. The game was fun for as long as it lasted, but what next?

Never mind, he won, that’s what counted. Furutod turned to the audience, and struck a pose telling us that he is mofo ‘DEATH’. "If you’re interesting enough you might be able to avoid me, for a bit.  But don’t you think you can escape me.”

Then he retracted three fingers of the hand he had raised, and pointed at the audience. I personally could not see it as anything else but: “You’re next.”

“Later, maybe. No? Never.”

Like I said before in the report of Act 1, Furutod is easily the cruelest and the most skin crawling Der Tod I have ever seen.

He is like a little kid who’s spoiled beyond reason. But indeed, he is ‘death’. ‘Death’ is the biggest force of nature nobody can avoid, so it makes sense that Furutod never learned how to deal with rejection.

Concretely, Furutod’s mindset is: “Later, maybe. No? Never”.

The sketch below summarises the entire existence of Furutod and the musical ‘Elisabeth 2019′.

(Doll Marie-Antoinette and Mozart on the ground, as he throws old favourite doll Sissi away.)

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Headcanon: The ‘Actress’ Motif and Sophie Hatter. Companion piece to Self-Perception, Self-Restraint, and Conflict in Sophie Hatter.

A theme that has been going throughout this blog’s writing (and in my interpretation of Sophie) has always been themes surrounding theater and performance.  It ranges from addressing the young Hatter to work through ‘masks’ that best work per situation (this’ll date to pre-curse in canon and standard in others) to the stage that everyone works on to this thing we know as life. 

She refers to herself as a cognizant actress to take on many shapes and forms, easily transitioning and adapting physically and emotionally (feelings, as opposed to long-term sentiments) whenever possible. Her adaptability isn’t as flexible when it comes to her own mentality, and emotions, which itself is jeopardized and rigid most of the time. However, what matters to her is how she is perceived and keeping all in order and in check as she is, after all, responsible for providing to others. 

Emotional intimacy, in which she opens herself up to others, is among the hardest things for her to express. She has placed too many boundaries and walls around to find herself comfortable to do this in any normal circumstance. And this is a result of her own deliberate management and compartmentalization of her own person. Which is basically saying ‘her behaviors and thought process has harmed her normal processes and her own perception of herself. It is a removal from understanding herself entirely and placed it in the back of her mind. That is itself an entirely different topic, but it does relay back into this current headcanon. More details on that may be found here: Is your muse very emotionally intimate?

Performativity is an important asset to how Sophie functions. She has already withdrawn her own interests and future intentions at a relatively young age (book canon wise) in order to pursue raising and aiding her youngest sister to seek our her fortune. This also includes her other sister, the second-born, by keeping her in line and helping her navigate through her wants. Being perfectly honest, Sophie did raise both of her sisters and Fanny, her mother, gave her her rightfully deserved acknowledgement and credit for that after being missing for quite some time. Back on topic, this is the first instance to where Sophie begins her ‘performance’and reworking herself to better meet the needs of others. The first mask for her to where was the one meant for the most important people in her life: her sisters.

As for imagery, the most consistent would be masks, the stage, dancing (specific performance), marionettes (and being controlled by strings), the ‘audience’ being connected to overwhelming (and public) eyes always watching her and recitals. All of it revolves around how she sees herself in the real world interacting with everyone else, making her distinctively separated from the others around her. And boy, Sophie’s views on what she deserves and what others deserve is a topic.

The quote below is an excerpt that goes thoroughly into the mentioned imagery. It is specifically a dream sequence Sophie has that encapsulates her own experience and fears that ties all this together. 

( White, red, and gray dance in the mind of the dancer; dissonance spinning her around by the wooden controller that fate held onto. Entangled by responsibilities, her feet drag, and the wires dig into her light skin along her neck, arms, legs, and across her exposed body. The same sequence, dance, and song – the marionette towed onto the stage takes her place – first position, heels touching, and feet outward with shoulders flat and body motionless.

   A jerk to the left from the strings, one arm now up, and her feet are drawn to the fifth position. Assemblé, the left foot behind her right, gives a small kick forward, and once that rests, the right foot and arm continue the pattern. Within the same step, arabesque. Both arms out on her sides slightly angled forward to the house, left leg extending behind her body with her right leg firmly straightened. Before long, she turns to position.

   Rond de jambe to create grace, tendu to keep simple, sissonne to change the pace, and passé to change her feet position a little. Each rigorous moment had a particular formation to follow, an order that must be obeyed. Performing for the faceless and unseeable, they still demand entertainment, and she must appease.

   Echappé to the stars and emboité for impressions, each step now was exigent and the breath in her throat she held. Jumps, bends, snaps, it must be according to the motions of wires that compose and direct her required movements. Glistening her throat was sweat, trailing down a major muscle tensing, yet now she held the house in her palm.

  One arm pulled back over her shoulder, back bent backward, her head craning back to greet the audience with her eyes, and her left up, pointing forward to the direction of the stage. A waltz dip for only one, a dance for two yet she must perform in solitude. Her greatest feat, making illusions of balance when impossible.

  Rrrrriiiiippppp. All she could feel was cotton. Just like a well-loved and well-traveled toy, sometimes they tear after a while. White cotton plush tumbling out of the split down her abdomen, the chaotic tune in her ears now white noise, a stillness hangs over the theater. But why was it so hot? Why were her appendages twitching, and why now of all places? Could she not continue? She must–…

   Her legs failed her – no, no, she failed them. The conductor to the show, the audience, the faces she knew and loved. Perfect form collapsing to the ground, her body descending to the wooden floor with her arms splayed and legs luxate stiffly.

   How odd, this dream never ends like this. But, it’s a kinder dream then if it does. )

DRABBLE RESPONSE TO @/diverse-hearts’ ASK.

Now, onto another business revolving around this motif: the mental state of Sophie’s mind because the imagery, references, and comparisons whenever I write are connected to each character by third person narrative. Basically, any time I do write for a character, their unique particulars bleed through into the writing which makes it their own and provides the capacity available to experience what they’re thinking, going through, rationalizing/understanding something, etc.

Having this constant duality between the perceived world and the real world since young, Sophie’s mind oft bleeds into relying and using her active imagination, which was of the many things that were kept ‘in line’ as a child. It is something that is persistently with her as she has a tendency of vicariously living out different lives and imagining herself as a completely different person or face (thank you HMC musical for validating this HC). But, she would most often take on imagining what other people life and what kind of fun and excitement and fortune was in their lives. Case and point: the entirety of chapter 1 where Sophie spends her time coping from her isolation by talking to her hats.

Her mental stage is working around the loss of herself and the opportunities, time, and chances for herself. In some cases, thinking of life in a certain way can help minimize the suffering and pain that one endures if they don’t want to come to terms. However, there comes the fact that it is more damaging to the person the longer they continue with their ways. Sophie falls underneath this umbrella since her own coping is essentially one fitted to how she was originally responding to traumas as a child. She has become a reclusive, nervous wreck of a person (book canon) that refuses to leave home and works through executive dysfunction whenever she prompts herself to leave the house or do something outside of her schedule (house-work-sleep). This only happens once she is officially hired as an apprentice under Fanny and her sisters both leave for their apprenticeships. But, judging from what Martha tells her, Sophie’s tendency to wallow and hide didn’t suddenly appear. It’s been here and there that both sisters comment on it. Even when she tells herself that she should go, it’s up to her and she knows, it is then where she falls back to excuse certain things and continue only for the sake of someone needs to work. 

And that itself is relatively childish. There are numerous gaps in her to understand herself and assess her own self that she tends to fall back into this box of where she’s been already used. To her, it’s easier to play upon the part assigned to her as opposed to seeking herself out and shedding off this role. It’s only until she is cursed beyond recognition that she, finally, goes out for her own and is remarkably accepting of the situation. (Which, really, speaks enough about Sophie’s mental health). 

With all the emotional maturity and responsibility to help and guide others, however, there is freshness and uncomfortable feeling she carries when it comes to acknowledging her divided self. It is an untreated wound and unacknowledged creation made by her household. it is  the ‘elephant in the room’ that even her sisters repeatedly tell her about (about her being exploited and being taken advantage of). 

It could be simply said that Sophie, overall, confronts herself with over-simplifications of her own feelings and thoughts, despite showing intense and deep questioning and dislike. The actual her that wishes to speak cannot when the role she plays does not find need for it. With this in mind, this perpetuates frustrations and even more inclination to make skewed, if not worrisome, conclusions. If she could, she would rather split herself to play different roles just like what she does and ignore what is brewing inside her mind. Which is why, for verses including Sophie crossdressing (Simeon), or in disguise (ie: Myrtle in TW),  this side of her is explored much more as for the fact she’s as willing and open to doing it 

One of the best examples to elaborate on this Sophie’s confrontation of death and what she views it as. Taking into account from the previous HC post, there are two variations to how Sophie may view a particular topic (but end with the same results, which is her belief).  The two accounts below carries the romanticize versus poison parts of herself. 

To truly embrace of total removal of control, that was the final evidence needed to show that one was willing to submit their mortality in the hands of someone else.

A cold someone else, whose of the remains of all mankind, placid bones that caress against still-warm skin, cradling mortal’s falling form. Garments of black hug  their rib cage, hollowed eyes gazing tenderly, they hold humanity and allow for the mortal to lay all weight and burdens into their hold. Bowing now from the dance of life, death takes the final lead in the danse macabre.

Sophie hopes at the time death greets her, when she submits herself unwillingly or willingly to the final number in their performance, that they were beautiful.

But, it was yet the step for that – as she never knew when it’d be and countless times, she could’ve.  To when she would’ve been enveloped in unconditional acceptance, for the first time in her life, it was not yet time. For now, it was a long waltz with the grim reaper who waited for her.

Yet, the actress returns to form, facing the mirror once more as the curtains drew back on her neck.

ACT. ???? - SILVER STIGMATA.

Context: Sophie Hatter, after doing a night’s work as Simeon, is standing before her bathroom mirror, in a state of undress. Her mind right now is blurred between the current act of Simeon and the act of Sophie. She is looking over the parts of herself that she keeps hidden (her scars) and her own bareness has her examining herself. While lost in this space, she slowly succumbs to revisiting her true self, locked away in mind. 

Part of her wants to laugh. How dare he have the audacity he had to think she’d be bothered by death? [...] Death was the only guarantee she had in her life besides her future as a failure.

DRABBLE RESPONSE TO @/diverse-hearts’ ASK.

Context: Sophie made a reckless decision during one of the Port Mafia’s events to take on an incoming threat that almost cost her life. Chuuya is reprimanding her while she’s laying out in a hospital, a place that is uncomfortable for her and reveals her usually hidden hostility and anger. 

While elaborate in description and playing along with Sophie’s imagination (and thoughts), the ending results are still the same: death is the only other variable in her life promised to her. She may look at it lovingly and dream it or scoff and bitterly remark it as if ‘that’s how life is.’ Both still embrace it, which is reducing the actual gravity and weight of the situation of her almost dying and the thought of herself dying.

(For those curious: Sophie’s views on death for others is entirely different and she’s fearful of it for others. Relates back to both of her parents’ early death and her witnessing her father succumb to ailment while she spent most of her time caring for him.)

Anyways, that’s a lot for this one post ---! 

#( in which we learn about the eldest ; headcanons ) #death idealization tw #[ GOD DAMN FINALLY TUMBLR WORKS WITH ME ] #[ anyways. welcome 2 my shitshow of a post. ]

[rosepetals-flyingbirds]

Tortured Souls. (9)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

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Warnings: Mention of sex, language.

Word Count: 3,544

The prior days were amazing.

The cliche love story was happening and everything was calm and serene.

Yet you were still worried about the crimes so you tried to call your friends seeking for new information,

Fury said it was better to wait a few days, before going back home. Just to have the opportunity to intercept another video or phone call by Artem or “you”.

Bucky made sure you were happy and treated you like a princess. 

You two spent days doing nothing and everything all together. In one moment you two were taking care of the animals giving Jordan some free time, and on the other inside the house dancing, relaxing, training to make sure both bodies burned some steam without training or having sex.

Along with the worry about Artem you were also worried about Tony's reaction, he surely wouldn’t take well you being with Bucky. And you couldn’t blame him, Bucky was a victim and used as a marionette to commit murder, yes, but you wouldn’t act differently if he had killed your parents. Well, that if you had lovely parents.

Nor Tony or Fury appeared again, the only visitor you had was Thor apologizing saying he had a big problem to deal with in Asgard and you couldn’t make him stay, it was his kingdom after all.

He apologized like he was really sad he couldn’t help you, but he would keep an eye.

You just hugged the tall god and said it wasn’t a problem and everything was okay, you wished him luck on his issue and he smiled seeing you actually taking the information well, he nodded his head to Bucky saying for him take care of you, Bucky agreed with a smile and Thor summoned some lightning leaving the place and a black circle with runes around the floor in the process.

After dawn, you were in the pool with Bucky, swimming and talking, when your phone rang.

You ran to its reach and saw Clint's name on the screen, Clint said he found another video coming from an old Stark Industry where two men were discussing over the phone and the voice on it belonged to Artem. He told you he wouldn’t tell Everett because it would be better to make sure if anyone was compromised inside the SHIELD they wouldn’t know.

You thanked him, and walked back to the pool. Sitting on the floor and placing your legs in the water, Buck swam to your reach and asked what was wrong.

"Clint intercepted a call and he saw two men talking in an old industry of Tony, and... and hopefully that story will end soon."

Buck looked confused. "And that is a good thing right?"

"It is, but, I don't know what will happen when we get back home."

His eyes filled with understanding, he knew you meant not only to whole Artem thing, but your relationship with him.

"It will be okay." He gave you a smile and you held his hand giving a kiss on his palm. You entered the pool again and swam until you got tired enough to sleep.

                                 …

Fury gave you the green signal to go back to New York.

Steve came with the quinjet to pick you and Bucky, and while leaving, you gave the house a second look memorizing the amazing moments you spent there in the last days with Bucky.

You said goodbye to Jordan, his father and brother. And took care of the animals for the last time, the dogs almost felt like you were leaving, their eyes were sad.

Bucky and Jordan said goodbye as well, somehow both got real friendly with each other and you felt good about it, Bucky wasn’t the type of making friends easily, he ended up being yours and the rest of the Compound because of the routine, but if it wasn’t the living together situation, surely he would only be Steve’s friend.

So it was nice seeing him speaking with someone new. Someone... normal.

Steve landed the quinjet and the intensity of the turbines caused a massive wind swinging in the trees in the process.

Steve smiled and came to hug you, you surely missed your dear friend, he hugged Bucky as well and looked at you like he knew something you didn’t. You hadn’t said any intimate detail to Steve, just a text when he asked how things were going and you answered. ’Pretty good, we are okay.’

Although you have no idea if Bucky texted him or called, either way, the priority was going back home, grab some evidence and head to Washington to SHIELD and finish the whole soap opera drama.

In the Compound you were smiling seeing the big place up while the jet was still in the clouds, Wanda and Sam were in the hangar and you ran to their reach.

Steve didn’t even fully land the quinjet when you jumped out of it and ran to your friend’s approach, you hugged Sam almost knocking him to his ass. “I missed you guys so much! How are you? Any news?” You asked excitedly and sensed Steve and Bucky walking past you carrying the bags you and Bucky had taken to the house.

Sam opened his mouth and something told you he was going to say something about your situation, but it wasn’t that you wanted to know, not yet. “Please news about you guys, I feel terrible for running away and leaving the mess for you guys deal with, please feel free to curse me.” You laughed and Wanda hugged you, it wasn’t the same thing without you in the Compound.

“Actually everything is okay, no news I guess,” Sam said.

You nodded and walked inside happy to be home.

You texted Tony, Clint, and Fury saying you got back into the City and were in the Compound.

Tony texted saying he was in the physiotherapy with Rhodey and he would head there at the moment the session finished, and Clint texted you back saying he went home to spend a few days with his family but he would be back in a couple of days.

You went to your room and saw your personal belongings there, you tried to not get much hold in objects but a few things that adorned the place always brought you good memories, you opened the safe box you had under your closet and saw a few things around.

Inside had the picture of you and Tony back in 2008, the first picture together, a drawing Steve made years back which you adored so he gave it to you.

And then you saw your favorite creation over the years, the perfect replica of a lightsaber, you grabbed the thing clicking on the button making the hot light appears.

You loved Star Wars and one day you were in Tony’s lab helping him with the suits and you saw how his repulsor held energy, you tried to make a lightsaber and with the help of Tony -and at least twenty fails- you two created the perfect Anakin’s lightsaber the world could ever dream off.

As the repulsors of the suit’s, you made the unit connected through Tony’s Arc Reactor so the plasma blade could be powered just like in the movies. You used some material that conducts energy, like an electrostaff, Z6 riot control baton, and some rare metals that could be considered as the kyber crystals, the junction of the materials concentrated the reactor’s energy in a unique manner resonating with it. You thought of doing one like Kylo’s since the last movie was released -and his lightsaber was pretty awesome- but Tony said it would be unnecessary which was true.

You couldn’t go on a mission with a lightsaber and cut people’s hands and necks with it, too many politicians laws around the missions protocols, so the thing was almost... a toy.

A deadly one as that.

Someone knocked on the door and you looked at Bucky, he saw the dangerous weapon in your hand and remembered when you made him watch the whole saga. “I still can’t believe you made one of these.”

“Well, nothing is impossible.” You replied and he sat beside you on the floor, he looked at the picture and sighed almost soundless, you knew what he was anxious about, Tony would never allow the two of you together.

Bucky knew you could not keep a secret from Tony so it was just a matter of time. “Don’t worry, we don’t have to tell him yet.”

He propped his arm encompassing your shoulder and kissed your hairline retaining you adjacent his chest, you kept looking at the things.

Bucky wondered about your words previously, the words that explained you were scared that you two were just some ‘vacation thing’ that in real life you two would go in separate ways and ignore each other again like in the day you get hurt on a mission.

“Tony is here." Sam yelled from the halls and stepped into your quarters seeing you and Bucky snuggled. “I knew it!” He shouted with an ear to ear smile.

You smiled at his reaction. “Okay okay but spare Tony’s anxiety a few more please, let’s fix this whole Artem thing first and then we tell him.” You kissed Bucky’s cheek, making the tough big super soldier blush, and stood up storing your things inside the safe box. “Let’s go.”

Bucky stood at your room, he couldn’t see Tony so he would hide until he left.

Tony was wearing one of his expensive suits you wondered where he was earlier. “Finally!” Tony said and hugged you. “I can’t wait to kill the bastard and have you back home again.” You lived in the Compound but also in the houses around the world, and when Tony needed some time to breathe you always went with him. So ’home’ meant whenever he was.

“It’s good to see you. Tell me how is Rhodey?”

“He is okay, doing well… but he won’t be able to walk alone ever again, just with the midsection part of the suit we created for him.” You could sense Sam tensing in the corner of your eyes, the poor man blamed himself for Rhodey’s paraplegia, but it was just an unfortunate accident. “Fury told me you two fixed everything, I’m glad he finally realized.” He let an exaggerated sigh of relief.

You smirked. “Yeah, me too. But okay, what do we do now?” You wanted to take your gear or maybe one of the Iron Man’s suits designed for you and end it all.

“Calm down Butch Cassidy, can we spend some peaceful moment for now?”

“No.” You answered immediately and Sam chuckled. “I just want to finish this.”

“Trust me kid, me too,” Tony said. “But we can't go look for them and finish it all we can’t go all Peter on them.”

You looked at him surprised and confused, “Peter? As Peter Parker?” He nodded and shook his head biting his tongue surely regretting his words. “What Peter had to do with all of this?"

“He might or might not have gone after Artem and spoke with him.” Tony replied staring downward, you kept quiet and he looked at you and scoffed. “I got mad too okay?! But I wasn’t the one told him.” He looked to his right seeing Sam.

You followed Tony’s gaze and shouted at Sam, who had a very guilty face. “You told Peter?”

“Okay calm down, he saw in the news and came here looking for you. I didn’t actually tell him anything.”

It was true, the boy had seen the news on the TV and got crazy worried about you. “Okay it makes sense, but what do you mean he talked with Artem? When had that happened? Artem hurt him?”

“No and no. Don’t worry, he is okay.” Tony replied.

Sam shook his head. “Apparently the kid saw his face in the news and started webbing around the town searching him, he found him talking with other two men and a blond woman.”

“Blond? Maybe it was the bitch that is pretending to be me.”

“Probably,” Tony answered but saw how your face lightened up probably planning to call Peter and grab the information. “Calm down.” He warned.

You sighed in frustration. “Come on I need to fix this! I love you all but I hate feeling like people are doing things for me, please please let me fix this.” You stated.

Tony nodded but sucked his upper lip. “Tomorrow. Tomorrow we call Fury and plan an attack. But now let’s eat something and talk.” He said and invited Sam too.

You waited for Tony to walk a few steps ahead and looked at Sam silently imploring him to not let any sort of information related to Bucky escape.

Bucky.

The man was in your room looking at the cozy place that screamed your name in every aspect. Steve walked in and saw the worry on his friend’s face. “What happened in Oregon?” He asked fully aware something had occurred, crossing his arms and giving the known look.

Bucky chuckled and looked down before darting his eyes at Steve. “What I ever wanted.”

Steve smiled knowing you two would take care of each other, but Bucky’s face remained sad. “What is the matter then?”

“I don’t deserve her Steve. I feel like she is pitying me.”

“Y/N? I’m sure she would never pity you especially like that.” He answered but Bucky didn’t show a reaction, just quietness, and gazes over the room. “I know you worry about our friendship, that I expect you to be the same Bucky of the 40’s and not the Bucky of now.” Bucky stood silent, it was truly what he feared, that Steve wouldn’t like the new Bucky, just the remembrance of the old one that died the moment he fell off the train's wagon. “But you’re my best friend. You were the friend of the skinny troublemaker Steve Rogers and of the Captain America. We both changed Buck, but we are still friends and we always will be.” He sincerely said and Bucky smiled at him. The words held a giant meaning for him.

“She told you that right?” It would surely be one assumption of yours.

“A time ago yes, I just didn’t know what to say.” Steve replied honestly. “What I’m trying to say its that she really likes you and I know you feel the same way. If the hidden on her house made it real then make sure it won’t end, I know Y/N from years now, and I know she doesn’t let people in, and if she let you in making sure to take good care of her.” Steve gave him the speech.

Bucky would surely take care of you, he would do anything to keep you safe. And leaving, was one of them. “What about Tony?”

“Give him time.” Steve answered and both walked out of the place to spare and train. Nothing like two supersoldiers fighting to get a good amount of endorphin.

Y/N.

The following day you received a message from Clint ordering you to wait for him come back before you tried anything, you asked if Tony had said something and his answer was ‘No, I just really know you.’ 

So you waited for him and made strategies over your head while tried to spend some time with your beloved friends.

You kept the video Clint had tracked and followed his instructions. You thought about the possibility of having an ear-bug in the Compound and someone listening what was happening, at least you wanted to believe that was the explanation and not that someone close to you was betraying you so wickedly.

When Clint arrived you two met out of the Compound or any other place someone would presume, Bucky was confused why you left the bed so early but you just said you needed some time and asked him to trust you.

You texted Tony saying you would hang out with Bucky so in that way he wouldn’t come and worry about your whereabouts.

Clint met you on a bench in the central park, that way you two could blend into the crowd and make sure no one else was listening or watching. You wearing jeans, black t-shirt, white converse and a baseball team hat. He was wearing sunglasses and a walking stick trying to pass himself as a blind man.

You two made sure the place was safe and started to talk. Clint smiled at you and you wondered what he was thinking about. “I missed you, the kids do too.”

“I missed you too, man.“ You replied truthfully, Clint was a good friend and a great partner on missions. “I hate that I ran off and let all the stress to you guys, is not you guy’s responsibility to protect me.“ When Steve and Tony told you it was better to hide and let Artem show his face again you grew mad because it wasn’t fair letting people clean up your mess, but you did so and gladly Steve was right after all.

“We are family, of course it’s. But let’s talk about strategies. Me and Sam have been tracking some cameras and keeping an eye on anything that could lead us to Artem or the fake you. The video I sent you gave me a lead. Sam was busy with Steve so I made sure no one else knew about that.”

“I believe someone planted a bug inside the Compound, I mean I rather believe that than consider one of you guys are betraying me.” You sighed.

“I would prefer too kid, but try not to get your expectations up. It will hurt, yes, but let’s keep our heads up.” He said calmly.

Clint was a grown man that lived great adventures over the years of his life, but could he be the one behind all of this? You shook your head and blinked trying to erase those thoughts. “My plan is, we prepare and go to that place and analyze their agents and if Artem is there.”

A dog passed by you and you caressed the big animal, Clint smiled and the girl asked if you two had any, assuming you were a couple. “Yeah, she chooses the dog, of course, but he is the best creature, he actually it’s a great guide when I need him;” Clint said and the girl believed completely he was a visually impaired, you two smiled and saw the girl leaving, the people around were busy with their own worlds and with that addition you and Clint made the best cover.

“Do you know where is Nat?”

“She and Bruce traveled somewhere, I truly don’t know where. Why? Do you think she is the one behind it?” He asked not fully blaming you for assuming things, after all, it could be anyone.

You took a deep breath. “I choose not too, but there is a chance. Peter said a blond woman was talking with Artem but… I don’t know.” The woman was surely wearing a Y/H/C wig on the footage, it wouldn’t be hard to buy a blond one.

“I don’t believe she would do so Y/N. But whoever it’s we will make sure will pay for all of this.” He promised.

A smile adorned your features, your friends were surely the bests. “Thank you, friend. So, you said the place was an old Stark factory?”

“Do you remember when Tony shut down a lot of fabrics around the world?! So that one is located in Greenbelt-Maryland close to-”

“To Washington.” You replied by cutting his words. “So he is not only here but in Maryland too… Actually, it makes sense, if someone of SHIELD is working with him it makes complete sense, but why is he here too?”

He shrugged. “To make people believe you’re actually behind this? To privately attack us.” He suggested, but he knew what you were thinking. “Or because someone from here is doing so.”

You laughed in mockery, you were so tired of all the mess. “You know what Clint? Let’s invade that place and travel to Maryland if necessary. I won’t let some stupid guy and some crazy bitch screw my life. I’m scared of who is behind all of this? Maybe. But I can’t live with that doubt anymore. I won’t.”

Clint closed his eyes and nodded positively. “Yes! That is what I like to hear! So what do we do first?”

You looked at the green place surrounding you two and glanced at him with a smile. “We attack the old factory.”

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Sorry if the allusion of the lightsaber wasn’t something you related to, ignore it if you want. And to anyone who liked please agree with me that Tony is completely capable to create one. Thank you for reading and leave a comment if you fancy. ^^

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x me

[edda-blattfe]

Musing over Pinocchio

(Crack theory time.)

What if the Blue fairy wasn't as op as everything makes her out to be? Granting life to an inanimate object certainly can't be a simple feat, probably one of the most difficult things to do. Not to mention all living things need a soul, you can't just craft one of those out of nothing! Where did she get that?! From herself, perhaps? Fairies are immortal beings with intense magical capabilities, if anyones soul can survive a transfer like this, it's them. If that's the case, then maybe the whole "be good or else you won't become a real boy" thing was to make sure the soul could grow until it was ready to bind to an actual human body!

After Pinocchio finally achieved his goal of obtaining a human meat suit and settles into a "normal" village life, Geppetto starts noticing a few odd things. First off, wild animals keep finding their way into the house. That wouldn't be too odd, if Pinocchio didn't carry on full leangth conversations with them. Second, and the older fellow had questioned his sanity on this one, small fae were popping in occasionally. Brownies and Elves would scurry through the shope at night, cleaning up wood shavings, organizing his tools, someone left a snazzy new outfit for Pinocchio one time and a pair of shoes for the old timer. Geppetto nearly had a heart attack after a pocie decided to play with one of his marionettes at midnight. Then, finally, Geppetto walked in on Pinocchio levitating one of his toys. Oh no.

With a little help from a few of the wise women of the village, Geppetto was able to contact the blue fairy. The fairy explained how exactly she'd given Pinocchio a soul and admitted that she never thought the child would actually obtain the ability to use magic...it's not like fairies just go around sharing souls, after all. It took a little while for him to adjust to the idea of his son actually having the soul of a fairy..

"B-but he is human!...You're also a woman, does that mean he's not even a boy?!"

"Geppetto, souls do not have gender. If he says he's a boy, then he is a boy. That's simply the way it works."

In the end they agreed that the fairy would come every now and then to teach Pinocchio how to control his new skill.

Centuries later, Pinocchio has grown up to be one of the most powerful beings in the known kingdoms. Many had forgotten his childhood name, opting to refer to him as the Sorcerer, Yen Sid, even Merlin (though he promptly corrected that person; he refused to be mistaken for his scatter brained apprentice). He only mentors the most promising magic users and insists they don the color blue, a testament to his own teacher.

(Thank you for reading through this caffeine induced crack theory. Hope y'all enjoyed!)

#pinocchio #blue fairy #geppetto #yen sid #the sorcerer's apprentice #disney #crack theory

[gilgaemsh-a]

told you i’d make another post really soon!!! these are the last of my (female) bnha ocs lol i know i have alot im a mess 

also! quirks aren’t like final versions?? im still tryna figure out how to make quirks more... quirk-like lol.

intros under the cut!!

@bnhappreciation @bnha-oc-collection

suu ekizawa (#1)

the liquid (?) hero: slime girl? (not sure yet lol)

my sweet baby child.

literally a slime monster girl, the human form she takes in from her Real quirk

her parents are both slime people, which is how she was body or... asexually reproduced? it was weird

suu’s quirk is absorption - she’s able to absord and copy pretty much anything, even people and quirks as long as she has a dna sample (saliva, hair, tears, blood, etc. etc. etc.)

i die laughing thinking about suu parents. their literally amorphous blobs while suu has a human body

how suu acquired a human body is a bit of a depressing story. 

truthfully her body/form isn’t really hers its something she absorbed on accident aka the first time she manifested and used her quirk; she doesnt like talking about the event it was very traumatic 

technically, suu is nonbinary/genderless but she identifies as a female and uses she/her pronouns

she’s a second year at u.a. 

shes got a big dumb crush on iida!!! though honestly i ship her with a lot of people. (honestly i can ship all of my ocs with anyone lololol)

she’s kinda childish but shes a sweet girl even if shes kinda an airhead

she can take over other peoples bodies she won’t tho she cus thinks human bodies are weird and gross with all those nasty organs

she can liquify and harden as will & stretch and expand too she can do anything a slime can do!

suu has a hard time maintaining her form when she’s tired 

she sleeps in a bathtub, she needs liquids to replenish, if she loses liquid to gets smaller and smaller aka younger and younger

vice versa the more liquid she absorbs the bigger she gets aka older she looks

suu can also take on the personality of the people she’s copied for a short amount of time

tsukuru kamiwaza (#2)

the puppet master heroine: marionette 

tsukuru’s quirk is another hard one to explain but i’ll try my best

she’s also the only other villain oc i have besides nagi

her quirk is puppeteer - tsukuru’s power involves taking a person’s soul and putting in dolls/plush toys and then control those dolls. the dolls end up being able to use the quirks of the souls placed in them & gaining the soul's personalities but not their memories. 

she was originally supposed to be a hero but i changed her to a villain cus i think its cooler and i need more villain ocs

tsukuru is a gothic lolita type

she’s young? prolly around 14-16

shes apart of the league of villains!

she’s actually aizawa’s niece though neither of them know this until later on

her fathers a villain while her mother was a hero both of them are presumed dead

in actuality, tsukuru turned them both into her dolls no one knows this but her and she keeps her parents bodies somewhere safe and hidden away

she doesn’t know how put souls back into their bodies after taking them

she’s trying to learn how too

her quirk is focused in her eyes

daia iroishi (#3)

super rich oujo-sama

the iroishi family is known for their quirk to make gemstones, including diamonds. they became extremely rich this way and have been for generations

her quirk is crystalline - the power to create, shape and manipulate, crystals and crystalline materials. attacks, constructs, surfing, generation, all that good stuff.

she’s the princess type lol 

daia’s crystal are as strong as diamonds! 

she’s the first in her family to want to be a hero

she attends shiketsu high school as a first yeat

im not entirely sure who i want to ship her with 

she’s the eldest daughter, she has two younger twin brothers

red diamonds are considered to be the rarest and most expensive! which is how i modeled her 

daia means diamond while iroishi means gemstones

daia’s crystal tend to come out red! hence red diamonds

im not sure about her hero name or title yet tho

masaki gensou (#4)

the dimension traveling heroine: abyss

my last girl!!!!!

she’s a second year at u.a. and voted most likely to get top spot

her quirk is rift -  masaki can open a hole in the universe connecting two non-adjacent locations. she can teleport like this through dimensions

shes a lil trickster i love her im not sure if im 100% set on how she looks lmao

edit: im now happy with her looks uwu

#bnha #bnha oc #mha #mha oc #my hero academy oc #my hero academia #my hero academia oc #boku no hero academia #boku no hero oc #boku no hero academia oc #mine #my ocs #ocs

[ceremonyanddevotion]

Dum Spiro Spero.

So here’s a kinda angsty piece based around my little headcanons around The Church and Papa II. I’m usually a fluff/smut writer so this was different.

im mostly scared that people will hate my headcanons but they’re just headcanons im throwing into the void.

AO3 Link

Francesco Emeritus knew his position had it’s lows. They never show when you first become Papa, in the beginning it’s all parties, admiration and love,

a shallow love.

Even looking down to the crowd before him in the darkened chapel, he knew their celebrations was an act, sure there were some who were happy to see the title move through the family, but honestly, most didn’t care who was in charge, as long as they lived without issue, that was good enough for them.

Emil placed a hand on his younger brother’s back, Fran looked to the older man, his skull paint worn away, his aged skin beginning to show through like the sun through the drapes in the morning, a stark contrast to his own, new painted face. He looked sad, of course he would be right? he was no longer in charge.

No.

This look was a sad look of pity.

The paperwork was hell, maybe he died during the celebrations of his papacy and got there already? Who knows. But there was a lot, he never quite realized the work his brother did. He was able to set up smaller churches around the country and did so much to spread their gospel, he was a really respected man from the letters he’d receive from the churches, welcoming him into his position, but also hinting that they'd miss his predecessor. Fran would have hoped Emil worked hard, all he did was work when he was Papa.

He had to make sure all branches were working accordingly, following the rites of their religion, and not become corrupt like their contemporaries. It was hard work, and many, too many, died for it. Some may question his choices, and say that Papa Emeritus II was bloodthirsty, no, he was just protective of what he had, and he saw no reason not to kill to protect it.

His younger brother would often peek into his office, Giovanni thought he wasn’t seen, but most of the time, he was, Fran just didn’t want to scare him away, so he pretended he didn’t. He liked the company.

He could tell his brother worried about him, they were close, but being Papa took a lot of time away from family, he didn’t even visit Emil that often. He hated that.

When Sister Imperator told him he would be continuing the Ghost Project, something he regarded as a silly waste of time, he was annoyed, he had to much to do, he protested greatly, it always became a fight with Sister, two strong-headed forces against each other. He was one of the few with the gull to yell at her.

“Do it,” Emil had once whispered into his ear when he stopped them both in the hallway one day, “you will soon realize, what freedom is.” The eldest didn’t wait for a reply. Fran pondered over it all night.

Then he realized.

You would think leading a church meant you were free from oppression within that church. No, Fran felt more oppressed now than he ever was, he was beginning to be told how to act, what to do, what to say, it wasn’t like this at the start, he was able to do as he pleased, but slowly, they wrapped the strings around his limbs and began to control him.

Like a marionette. Spun around for others to enjoy, gaudy costume and all.

Some nights he wanted to scream, curse his blood, he wanted to confront Emil for putting him here, but what could he do? Defy the church and be Papa until he died? We’d be back to square one. And Giovanni, he was such a free spirit, he couldn’t become Papa, the church would never let him out alive.

The roads were long, and the bed very uncomfortable, but he preferred it to the large bed in his quarters at home.

With Emil’s words echoing his mind, he continued the project, it gave him something that almost felt like joy. No Sister Imperator, no church to hover over him, only he and his ghouls, loyal only to him. He felt in charge again.

He took this freedom in stride, partying, fucking, all of it, satan knows when he’d have fun like this again, before being locked away in the church, tormented by the never ending work that faced him.

That’s when the nightmares began, he would return home, walk to Emil’s chambers to talk, only to see his large door broken open, he would lightly push it open to find the chamber wrecked, all of Emil’s treasured books thrown around, tables turned and materials spilled everywhere, he would look down to see Emil, blooded and lifeless, he looked like he had tried to keep the door closed from whatever wanted to enter. He would before him to see his little brother, sprawled on the staircase that lead to the bedroom,

Without his head.

He would wash these nightmares away with black coffee and a shot of fireball, his ghouls could feel the anxiety, but couldn’t do anything about it.

Her name was Miriam, he was doing the festival rounds when they met, she was one of the many photographers, but she, she had stood out to him.

She traveled as long as he did, and the two always ended up running into each other, usually in the mornings, both fancied the morning fog on the festival grounds and walked together, she would share stories on the road, the crazy rock stars and the crazier things they did, he shared his black coffee and fireball. It was a good give and take.

He began to catch himself daydreaming. Her by his side, even back at the church, perhaps, and he knew he was going to far with this, they together created a new bloodline, and he and his brothers overpower the current high ups in the church and live happily, safe.

He slapped himself at the idea, but yet, he kept doing it.

He laid awake one night, it was pitch dark, the moonlight peeking through the bus’s shitty curtains, she layed on top of him, lightly snoring. The festival circuit was coming to an end, time was almost up, he’d soon come back to the stone walls of the stiff chapel, back to his office, back as a pawn.

He felt bad for thinking it, but running off wasn’t all a bad idea, just tell Miriam the band wanted to break up, and that he’d just stay with her and explore this… what was this? She wasn’t sleeping with other rock stars, and he wasn’t sleeping with anyone but her, he never thought he’d find himself like this, in some kind of relationship.

But he knew he couldn’t run, make his younger brother Papa from his own selfishness? No. he couldn’t.

He told her the truth the day before he left, the project, the church, what he was, all of it. He also presented a second plane ticket, and asked a daring question.

“Be with me, and come with me back to the Chapel.”

He sat beside an empty seat on the way home.

He really didn’t blame her,

Either she was disgusted she fell for a deluded madman, or she feared the truth, and wanted no part of it.

If he was a mean, bitter person before, we had become twice as mean and bitter. He never allowed someone into his heart like that again, he never even spoke of her, Emil and Giovanni never knew of the woman that their brother, dare say, had feelings for. She did not exist.

He really began to truly feel the curse of his position, alone, a toy, no real free will.

He feared the day he would pass the torch onto his younger brother. His hands shook as he placed the Mitre on his brother's head, he almost threw it to the side, proclaiming that this church was a monster, and taking the arms of his two brothers and running out.

He didn’t. And has Giovanni arose before him, as Papa Emeritus III, he shed a tear for his brother.

As he laid on the wooden table, uno cards scattered everywhere, Francesco Emeritus looked back on his life, playing in the rose gardens as a child while Emil gardened, meeting Giovanni and holding him for the first time, his young escapades in the church, and his Papal career. He thought of Miriam, for the first time in a decade he allowed himself to think of her, he hoped that she had created a good life for herself, maybe gotten married, had children, maybe he had just become a faded memory, something she can barely recall outside of the photos she took on the road.

He tried to reach out for his two brothers, but his arms were too heavy.

#papa emeritus ii #papa ii #papa2 #ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #fanfic #mine

[raisingsupergirl]

The Frustration of a Free-Spirited Child

I used to think parents should let their kids try everything so they can find out what they're good at. Turns out, I might have been horribly wrong.

My oldest daughter is four-and-a-half years old now. She's in her second season of soccer. She wasn't the best athlete on her summer team. I won't go so far as to say she was the worst, but she was certainly the least motivated. Despite that, she scored a few goals and came away from each game red-faced and satisfied. So much so that she vehemently requested enrollment in an indoor league this winter, which really surprised her mom and me. To watch her, you'd swear she'd rather be anywhere other than on a field chasing a ball. But hey, she wanted to play again, right? And we weren't about to be those parents who denied their child a potential full-ride scholarship fourteen years in the future.

So she started her second season, and lo and behold, she was even worse. Well, not worse, per se. But definitely less aggressive. Less engaged. Less, ehem, good. And it only took a couple of practices and games for me to lose my stuff. I've had to seriously fight back the urge on several occasions to scream at her during the practice, "Kick the ball! It's right there! Stop walking! No, don't get out of the way! Kick the friggin' thing!" Father of the year right here.

And it's driving me nuts because she really enjoys "playing." She loves being with her friends, cheering after goals, and waving at her horrible father sitting on the bleachers (little does she know that I'm chewing my lip and cursing deep within my soul the whole time). So why in the world am I not happy for her? More importantly, why in the world is she ALWAYS at the back of the pack with no idea where the ball is?

To get to the root of that second question, I need to dissect the things I do know about her. 1) She's a helper. She's eager to support others and explain. She always knows where to stand and what to do during soccer drills, even if she misses the ball EVERY time. 2) She's cautious.  When the soccer herd turns and comes toward her, she looks like a deer in the headlights. She runs out of the way and puts her hands up, bracing for potential impact. It terrifies her. So much so that she usually winds up pushing other kids down in "self defense." 3) She's low tone (aka a newborn giraffe). She's gained some control since summer soccer, but she still looks like a marionette doll attached to rubber bands. And to make it worse, she's wonderfully tall like her daddy, which only emphasizes her floppiness. This explains a lot of why she's so "cautious." 4) She doesn't have a competitive bone in her rubber body. She gets it from me. Her mom is crazy competitive, but while I love playing sports, I could care less whether I win or lose. And like me, Avery would rather have fun than stress out about silly things like the scoreboard.

There are other things about her that are important too. She's wanted to take dance classes for over a year. It's something I regret depriving her of. It would fit her personality and body type perfectly. But honestly, we just don't have the time or money required. I keep telling myself that we'll sign her up eventually and alternately that there are plenty of successful adults who were deprived of dance class and ponies who grew up just fine. Regardless, it's something she's probably not going to have, and I feel guilty about it.

Also, she's developing a whole host of idiosyncrasies. I use this word because I REFUSE to fall into the all-too-common trap of playing amateur psychologist and false-diagnosing my four year old with ADHD, OCD, Type-A personality, and MLPO (My Little Pony Obsession). She loves her "figures." The tiny toys that she can line up in a row, organized by size, color, and zodiac sign. Hours on end, she exhibits hyperfocus, and heaven forbid anyone stops her before she's completed whatever block tower she's working on. Similarly, during most soccer games, she can be found picking at a hangnail or her dry lips (which she also gets from me). Or picking her wedgie or her nose (which she probably gets from her mom). She's great.

So what am I supposed to do with all of this information? First, just as I refuse to slap psychological diagnoses on her, I also refuse to call her strong-willed. Her hyperfocus often conflicts with my wife's tendency to have a lot of rules (a clash of the type-A titans… Oh, wait. I forgot that I wasn't using labels), but she really is a helper—a people pleaser. She's the sweetest little girl I've ever known. And that aspect of her personality needs to be nurtured. I just don't know how yet.

She's not particularly good at art because, well, it doesn't interest her much. Music either. She writes her name backward and with extra lines because she wants to. She spins around, makes up songs, and runs in for fierce cuddles. In short, she's really excited about life, but she hasn't exactly found that thing that she will change the world with. And sometimes that really gets the best of me. I see so much personality. So much potential and vibrancy. And it just seems to be flying around all nimbly-bimbly without any real purpose.

And then I remember that she's four freakin' years old. Parenting is hard, y'all. Not because kids are hard, but because parents are dumb. We think about stuff too much. Instead of wondering if she's going to be a professional soccer player, I should revel in the joy created by that beautiful little girl spinning around the field, doing her best to avoid the ball at all costs. Hey! I know. I bet she's going to be a world-famous dodge ball champion! Or maybe an astronaut. Or a magician. Who knows. But whatever it is, I can only hope I learn to wrangle in my own plans for her life and let her blossom.

#free-spirit #free spirit #strong will #parenting #momblr #mumblr #dadblr #youth soccer #youth sports

[pixie-mage]

Idk how if this is how it works but..6+5 with -J? 😊😊

Character: Jameson Jackson, AntisepticeyeAdjective: Jealous

(Ohhh, this will be fun! :3c)

Halloween belonged to him. Halloween was his month, his event. Halloween was his debut, the rise of Antisepticeye…the rise of fear and a new era on the channel.

His, and his alone.

Except…then there was him. The newcomer with a chipper smile and a bowler hat and a mustache, smiling at the camera and carving a pumpkin on the day that was meant to be for him. He had come out of nowhere and immediately stepped into his role as a fresh new character, a little confused about his own existence at first (though hadn’t Anti, too, been a little lost when he’d first come to life?) but it didn’t take long for him to steal the spotlight as if he’d been born to do so. He was smiling, laughing, silently entertaining the masses with so much personality…and Anti? He was being forgotten.

Fuming, boiling, the glitch watched from behind an invisible barrier as this new ego took the fame that was supposed to be his today. Glitches and electricity sparked through his being, his eyes flashing in a blinding rage.

No.

No, this couldn’t stand. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. This was his world and he was in cOntRoL!

Before his eyes, the new ego pricked his finger on his carving knife, drawing blood. The overwhelming positivity in the room stuttered and dissipated for the briefest of moments - but that was all Anti needed. He crawled in through the cracks, fought his way into existence. He latched onto the newcomer’s consciousness and sunk in his claws, digging deep and pulling the strings.

They needed to see, needed to know, that he wasn’t gone…that he wasn’t about to step aside and let some weak puppet take the stage in his place.

Anti was s͊t̮i̹l͗l͕ he᷊re. St̫ill᷄ wȧt᷅c᷁hiṇgͅ. And he wouldn’t let anyone forget.

The new ego was putting up a fight. Though he couldn’t possibly be aware of just who Anti was yet, he knew something was wrong…and he was fighting back. So Anti let him go. For now. His message had gotten across just fine, and frankly, if he let himself go any further he might just kill the poor bastard…and it would be so boring without his new toy around to play with~

Anti had not foreseen the insane popularity that the Dapper ego would gain. It was almost impossible, how rapidly the love for the new character mounted in the aftermath of the Halloween upload. He didn’t even have a name! Pathetic. Weak. Puppet.

…and then he did.

A name. A real name. Jameson Jackson. JJ for short.

Of course Jack would welcome him to the “family”, and of course he’d even go so far as to mention him alongside both Anti and Chase at PAX. The confirmation of his canonicity sent the fans reeling with excitement, spawning art and stories and theories. Ah yes, the theories.

The viewers weren’t nearly so oblivious as to miss the signs. They knew. The correlation between JJ and Anti and “puppet” became the only thing anyone talked about for a while, and oh how accurate the theorists were.

Jameson didn’t know. Jameson wasn’t aware. Marvin, Jackie, Chase, the rest…nobody knew. They laughed and brushed it off, because of course Jameson wasn’t under Anti’s control! He was a friend and a friendly face and he could never betray them!

Which, to be fair, was true. Jameson wouldn’t. Anti would.

The puppet strings had been tied, had been sewn, into the very fabric of Jameson Jackson’s soul, into the core of who he was. Granted, were one to become aware of the ties, it would be possible to reverse what Anti had done in JJ’s first moments of existence…but no. That wouldn’t happen. Because Anti wouldn’t let anyone become aware.

He would lie in wait, patiently anticipating the perfect moment for him to pull his little marionette back under his skilled control.

He could wait.

And when his moment came, they would never forget A͓ñti̙se͝p͆ti͑c̦e͚y̼e̔ again.

Find the prompt here: [JSE]

#Jacksepticeye #Jameson Jackson #JSE Prompt #JSE #Antisepticeye #Pixie Writes #Pixiemage Writes #JJ #Jacksepticeye Fanfic #Jameson Jackson Fanfic #Anti #Anti fanfic #Antisepticeye Fanfic #JJ Fanfic #Pixiemage Answers #Pixie Answers #Asks

[smilingformoney]

It Lives Beneath Diamond Scene: Visit Noah with Devon

Devon: Awesome. Come on. You follow Devon through the trees and into the deepening night. 

In a small twilit grove, Devon sits down cross-legged on the grass, and softly calls out. Devon: Noah, can you hear me? I brought a friend. Goosebumps prickle up and down your arms as the wind seems to carry Devon’s words away. You: So, uh… how does this work, exactly? Devon: No idea. I just sort of close my eyes and… reach out to him. You: And he shows up? Devon: Depends on his mood. You wait a few minutes, and are about to give up, when suddenly the shadows in the clearing coalesce into a dark silhouette. Noah: …sup… Devon: Sup yourself. Took you long enough. Noah gives Devon an aloof shrug, then turns to you. 

You: Noah… -How are you doing?

Noah: …great… Noah rolls his eyes. Then… You: Is… Is he doing jazz-hands? You: Yep, sure looks like it. Smartass. 

-What were you up to?

Noah rolls his eyes. Noah: ...movies... dancing... carnival... You: Is... Is he being sarcastic? Devon: Yeah. He does that a lot now. It’s like his new favourite trick.

Noah lifts his gaze to the trees, listening for something. Devon: What are you looking for, dude? Noah: …birds…

He lifts one hand, gesturing with a pointing finger… and a startled bird comes winging through the air like a marionette! You: Um? Devon: Noah! What are you doing? Noah: …friends… Noah ignores you both, spinning the bird through the air like a toy. Devon: That’s not okay, Noah. Let it go. Now. Noah: FINE. Noah gestures angrily, releasing the startled bird from his control. It flaps off into the night, complaining noisily, as Noah sulks away. You: That was… something. Devon: He doesn’t usually do things like that… But lately, it’s like the more of himself he remembers, the more temperamental he gets. Devon: That’s part of why I haven’t told Connor about him yet. You: Still? Devon: Connor blames Noah for the death of his sister… and he’s not entirely wrong to. Devon: How can I tell Connor that Noah’s still out here? That he’s like this? That I’ve been visiting him for months and hiding it? You: That’s not gonna get easier if you wait longer. Devon: I know, I just… I want Noah to get control of himself first. I want him to be on his best behaviour, so Connor will see-- 

You: Devon… -Connor will forgive him.

Devon: Maybe. Or maybe he’ll freak out. And then maybe Noah will freak out. And bad things will happen. 

-You can’t hide it forever.

Devon: I know. You’re not wrong. I’m just terrified of what happens if it goes wrong. If Connor can’t forgive him.

Devon sighs, watching Noah slink around in the darkness with a mixed expression. Devon: Honestly… Sometimes I struggle with it myself. Forgiving Noah. Devon: Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing the right thing, trying to help him. Or if I should just leave these woods, and never look back. 

You: I think… -He’s suffered enough.

You: It’s not really my place to tell you your feelings, but… whatever Noah did, this has to be punishment enough. Doesn’t it? You: If anybody deserves forgiveness…

-Forgiving doesn’t mean forgetting.

You: You can be upset with someone and acknowledge they did something wrong while still forgiving them. You: That’s what forgiveness is.

Devon: Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Devon rises from the grass, expressing firming into resolve. Devon: Hey, Noah? Can you come back over here? I want to talk to you. Noah returns, looking chagrined. You: Um. I think he’s hiding something behind his back. Devon: Noah, what do you have? Noah: …present… Noah holds out a bracelet make from woven twigs. Noah: …mmm… sorry… Devon delicately accepts the bracelet, mouth twitching with a small smile. Devon: Thank you. But I’m not the only one you hurt, you know. Noah’s eyes widen. He flits his gaze toward the treetops. His voice booms out into the night. Noah: SORRY BIRD! All around you, hundreds of birds startle awake and take shrieking flight. You and Devon collapse with laughter. Noah looks surprised. Noah: …sorry… You say your goodbyes, then leave the dark woods behind, and head back toward the light on the shore.

Now playing as Connor. In a seedy bar by the interstate, you blend into the smoke at a corner table. Connor: Come on… Where are you? You’re checking your phone for new texts when the front door swings open, and a tall figure stalks in. Her sharp eye scans the room, quickly locking onto you. As she heads toward your table, you sit up straighter in your seat. Connor: Hey… Uh, did you find the place okay? The woman thumps down on the seat across from yours, arms folded. Her stoic face is familiar… but changed. Jocelyn: What the hell am I doing here? 

Connor: Jocelyn… -How have you been?

She blinks, deadpan. Jocelyn: Like, how do you think? 

-Thanks for coming.

Jocelyn: Like, no offense, but the fact that I’m here does not mean we’re suddenly best buds. Connor: Oh. Yeah. Of course. 

You make an effort not to stare at the scars. Jocelyn rolls her eyes. Jocelyn: So? You invited me to this dump. Start talking. Connor: Well… I heard you’ve been looking for answers. About what happened that night. At homecoming. Jocelyn: Haven’t you heard? It was rabid dogs. Rabid dogs and spiked punch. Connor: Yeah, that’s what everyone says. But it’s not what you told the cops in your statement. Jocelyn lunges over the table, grabbing you by the collar and yanking you out of your seat! Jocelyn: What do you know about it, Breakfast Club? Have you been stalking me?! You: Only a little! But I think I can help you. Jocelyn: With what, how to wear a mullet? Connor: Sure, if you want. And while we’re doing that, I can tell you the truth about those things that attacked you. Connor: …as long as you don’t strange me. She drops you back into your seat. You tug your collar, breathing a sigh of relief, as Jocelyn studies you from across the table. Jocelyn: I’m listening. 

Connor: That night at homecoming… -It wasn’t dogs.

Jocelyn: Then what were they? Connor: Monsters. Jocelyn: Monsters aren’t real. Connor: Your face says otherwise. Jocelyn: You son of a-- Connor: Expression! I meant your expression! 

-You saved people.

Jocelyn: I just reacted. Stupidly. Connor: Some people would call what you did heroic. Jocelyn: Yeah, well, some people can pay for my physical therapy. What’s your point? Connor: My point is you were a jerk in high school. But when those things showed up, your first instinct was to protect others… Connor: …because you knew in your gut that those things weren’t dogs. That they were something different. Monsters. Jocelyn: Monsters aren’t real. Connor: Aren’t they? 

Jocelyn meets your gaze, uncertain. Jocelyn: Let’s say I believe you. And I’m not saying I do. Where did these monsters come from? You look down at the table. Connor: There’s some kind of a… a Power. It’s behind the things that attacked you. Even behind the thing behind them. Connor: And it killed my sister. Connor: We don’t know what it is. We don’t know why it is. All we know is… it lives in the woods. And when it gets mad, people get hurt. Jocelyn: Wow, okay. This is, like, a lot to process. First of all, who’s ‘we’? Connor: Right now? Just the two of us… and the other person I invited here tonight. Headlights flash across the wall. In the parking lot, a beat-up car pulls in. Connor: See, we’re not just gonna let this stuff keep happening. That’s why we reached out to you. Jocelyn lifts an eyebrow, twisting to watch as a shadowy figure walks past the windows. Connor: We’re starting a little club. People from Westchester, Pine Springs, anywhere the Power has caused trouble. Connor: People who understand how dangerous it can be, and are willing to step up. Like you did. Jocelyn turns back to you as the door opens behind her. Connor: But we’re not just gonna react anymore. No more cleaning up messes after they’ve already happened. We’re gonna do something. Jocelyn: What are you talking about? Do what? A figure steps into view. Devon: Kick some ass.

#playchoices #choices stories you play #choices it lives beneath #choices ilb #it lives beneath

[theunseeliemperoress]

Ultimate Custom Night: Voice’s

(I’ve decided to make a post of all the lines from the game [not including phone guy’s] and give my analysis/opinion on them)

This is the video I used as a ref

Foxy: “Yar I came for ye booty. That be treasure you know.” “Yar. You never stood a chance.” “I can’t run like I used to. But I can pull my self apart just fine.” (Could refer to how he’d run at you in the first game) “Arr. So much more spacious in here. I may stay a while.” “Yar har har. Never underestimate the cunning of a pirate. Or a fox for that matter.” He sounds exactly how I thought he would.

Nightmare Fredbear:  “Let’s see how many time’s you can be pulled apart.” (pulling things/being pulled apart seems to be a reoccurring theme) “I assure you I am very real” “This time there is more than an illusion to fear.” (Both lines could be about how in FNAF 4 none of the animatronics are real) “We know who are friends are. But you are not one of them.” “Let me put you back together. And  then take you apart all over again.” I like how his voice is gruff and distorted (actually I like how all the fnaf 4 animatronics have distorted voices). It also sounds layered to me. Or there could be a second voice underneath.

Happy Frog: “Everyone underestimates me. But then they turn their back and I’m like boo! And their like wagh!” “Move over Freddy Fazbear! Happy Frog is the new star of the show.” “We’ve only just begun. I will never let you leave. I will never let you rest.” (Said in a whispered tone. Sounds more sinister than her usual voice) “I bet you weren’t expecting me were ya? Turn your back for one second and I’m like wozoo! Ninja skills.” “You and I don’t get to talk as often as I’d like.” Very cute voice acting. I like how they throw in one creepy line. That should throw a few people off.

Jack-O-Chika: (voice is distorted) “I am a burning reminder of your misdeeds.”) “Greetings from the fire and the one you should not have killed.” (Player character killed someone. Who? My theory at the moment is they’re the purple guy (or maybe one of them) and they’re in hell. But we’ll see if that sticks) “Did things get really hot in here? Or is it just me?” “Come and burn with me. The fire burns eternal. And now you shall as well!” (Further supports my hell theory) A lot of their lines contain hints towards the lore. But due to the distortion they can be hard to hear. Typical of fnaf lore (in plain sight but hard to decipher). My fave voice from the fnaf4 animatronics.

Lefty: (whispers everything) “Shhh...Come spend eternity inside. With me.” (Inside where?) “Shhh...I’ve been looking for you. And now I’ll never let you go.” “Shhh...I’m so glad that I found you. Let me make room for you.” “Shhh...It will all be over soon.” “Shhh...There is room for one more.” (One more in the suit?) His voice is actually one of the creepiest to me. Especially as it sounds like a little boy.

Mangle: “I wanted to wait till just the right moment to drop in.” “It’s so much more fun hanging out in here with you.” “He’s here. And always watching. The one you shouldn’t have killed.” (”The one you shouldn’t have killed” is mentioned a lot) “Don’t be afraid. Soon you will look just like me. Beautiful.” “Now I get to play take apart and put back together. You won’t feel a thing.” The fact they have a male and female voice actor makes me really happy.

Marionette: “The others are under my protection.” “Seeing you powerless is like music to me.” “The others are like animals. But I am very aware.” (Did the other children/victims loose their humanity? Why not this one?) “I don’t hate you. But you need to stay out of my way.” “I recognise you. But I’m not afraid of you. Not anymore.” (Further evidence player character was/is a killer) The childish voice makes an already creepy character creepier. Are they the one “You should not have killed?” (Though their voice sounds like a little girl and Mangled clearly say “He’s here”.)

Ballora: “I could hear you breathing.” “Admit it. You wanted to let me in.” “These are strange circumstances. That have brought us together.” “Don’t be shy. Why do you hide inside these walls?” Her lines are very flirty. Which seems strange.

Toy Chica: “Where’s my beak? Lodged in your forehead of course.” “*Giggles* You won’t get tired of dying will you? You won’t get tired of my voice? Will you?” (further evidence towards the hell theory) “Let’s go somewhere more private. So I can eat you.” Interesting but very fitting voice acting.  Nightmare Bonnie: “You will not be spared. You will not be saved.” “The shadows (indistinct) me. And (indistinct) you back to horror(?) “Your/You’re wickedness made of flesh.” “I’m here to claim what is left of you.” Creepy voice but I can barely understand anything he says

The Music Man: “Hear that. It’s the sweet sweet sound of your eternal silence.” “Hey keep it down would ya?” “When I’m here you play by My rules.” “A song was requested of me. And now I sing it.” “You and I will be making music together for a long long time.” A weird voice for a weird looking character.

Nedbear: “Stranger danger! *laughs* I was just waiting for you to drop your guard.” “Woops. That’s gonna leave a mark.” “This is how it feels. You get to experience it over and over and over again. Forever. I will never let you leave.” (A little girls voice can be heard just out of sync) “Don’t you hate getting killed by obscure secondary characters?” The hillbilly accent is fun. The little girls voice implies even these characters have dark secrets.

Nightmare Freddy (voice is distorted): “No light can save you now.” “I have always been hiding in your shadow.” “What a gift to relish a victim that can’t perish.” (Hell theory) “I am given flesh to be your tormentor.” “I am remade. But not by you. By the one you should not have killed.” Very creepy. Probably one of the easiest Nightmare to understand but still creepy.

Nightmare BB: “There just isn’t room in here for both of us.” “You knew I’d get you eventually.” “Come closer. Help me count my teeth.” “Flash that light all night/all you like. It can’t save you now.” “You’re not so big. Just a bite size morsel.”

Nightmarionette: (voice is distorted) “The nightmare is just beginning.” “Let’s taste (?) death again, and again and again.” “I am the fear of your reflection and the one you have created.” (The one you have created could be the Marionette) “This is a nightmare you won’t wake from.” (Hell theory?) “This time death can not save you.” (Hell theory) Voice is very hard to understand but very creepy.

Nightmare Mangle: Voice is covered by a lot of static and radio interference. I could hear something that sounded like “Come here come here” though it’s not clear.

William Afton:  “I always come back.”  Has a more human sounding voice despite being in a state of disrepair (like the nightmares and withered animatronics) which makes sense. The fact he and Springtrap are different animatronics throws a wrench in a few theories I’ve heard.

Orville Elephant: “I hope you enjoyed the grand finale.” “Now is my time to shine.” “He tried to release you. He tried to release us. But I’m not gonna let that happen. I will hold you here. I will keep you here. No matter how many times they burn us.” (a little girls voice can be heard just after his. Who are they?) “What did you think of my act? I don’t get out much. So you’ll have to forgive my enthusiasm. I love how he sounds like a sweet old man.

Pigpen: “Even monkey’s fall from trees.” “The nail that sticks out gets hammered down.” “The talented hog hides his claws.” “I consider it a dignified death. Not really it was actually quite pathetic.” “If you sit by the river long enough you’ll see the body of your enemy floating by.” The hillbilly voice really suits him, and the banjo makes me laugh.

Rockstar Bonnie: (Electronic voice, sings) “What a fine day to come here and say Your face and flesh I must flay” “What a treat, to come here and meet (?), your face as it hits concrete (?) “I found my guitar. now reach for the stars, As I bludgeon and pull you apart.” “Why so blue? You know I’ll be true. And now I’ll make slippers (?) out of you.” “So good to see you again. My truest friend. But now your life must end.” (Calls the player character his “truest friend”. Does he mean it? Why does he want to kill PC? Did PC kill him (if he’s one of the possessed animatronics)  Interesting how he’s the only one who sings.

Rockstar Chika: “That’ll teach ya for trying to trick this old bird.” “Thought you could fool me with that sign. But I was too smart for ya.” “I may not like wet floors but the smell of fresh meet is just too enticing.” “Looks like you’re the one who slipped up this time.” “That’s right. And don’t you come back now you hear.” Her voice makes me think of a female rockstar from the 70s or 80s.

Scrapbaby: “Time for your controlled shock.” (said two different ways) “Let’s see how many pieces I can cut you into.” “You won’t die. But you’ll wish you could.” (hell theory) Sounds just like Baby’s voice. (personally I’d have made it a little different but it’s fine as it is) Toy Freddie:  “It’s not my fault. I have these fat plastic fingers that can’t press the buttons.” “Mr hugs got me again.” “If I get jumpscared. You get jumpscared.” “That game was totally rigged.” “That’s what you get for leaving me hanging.” Voice could get annoying after a while.

Trash and the gang: (female voice, whispers) “Psst over here. Get closer.” “Excuse me could you come a little closer?” “Hey. Down here. Hello. I wanted to ask you something. Its something really important.” “Psst. I have something to tell you.” “Hey hey. I want to tell you something.” The voice seems to only be there to trick the player into listening more closely before they are jumpscared.

Rockstar Freddie: “Please deposit five coins.” (Said repeatedly during gameplay when active. After jumpscaring the player is said once and grinds to a stop)

Rockstar Foxy “Yar. Ye play with fire and sometime’s ye get burned.” Voice is very similar to Foxy’s but the slight difference is fitting.

Withered Bonnie: (voice has an electronic echo) “Time to face the consequences of your behaviour (?)” “Might as well face the facts. You were always destined to fail.” “You blinked.” “Why (indistinct)? Is it me (indistinct)? Or is it you? Perhaps it is us both.” “I’ve made (indistinct) fate. But (indistinct) taught (?)” Could someone please tell me what he’s saying?

Withered Chika: (Indistinct) through the vent. But now we are together.” “Let me show you how to break your face and look like me.” “I was the first. I have seen everything.” (The first what? Animatronic? Victim?) “Come closer. Let’s smile(?) together.” “I have seen him. The one you shouldn’t have killed.” The juttering voice is creepy though not the creepiest.

Baby: “I guess you forgot about me.” “Want to see the scooping room?” (Player character could be the main character from SL or Baby’s creator. Or both?) “Guess you forgot about me. Looks like something bad happened.”

Robot(?): “Now I will tell you a story.” “But he could not choose.” “He placed the remains together.” “He promised to never leave them.” Sounds like the War of the Worlds CD my mum has. Who’s story is it telling? The player characters? The Marionettes? 

Mr Hippo: NOPE. NO. Not doing it. I’m not typing all his lines. I’d like to do other things today thank you very much. (His line “maybe I met some sort of demise of my own” is interesting though) Sounds like an old man.

#ultimate custom night #fnaf #long post bellow the read more #info dump

[theotherbackgrounder]

Silent Ever After - Other Silent Hills

So trying to get back into writing, especially with Silent Ever After, I decided to do a series of posts in regards to characters and their own personal silent hill. These will include the “Setting” a “monster” as well as “breakdown” of their own world. The characters that appear here will most likely not be in the actual Silent Ever After stories. If you have any suggestions please let me know what characters you want to see. I have already posted Raven’s world and Apple’s worlds a while back. I’ll try to do two characters per post

 Today I will be covering Poppy O’Hair and Kitty Cheshire.

 Poppy O’Hair

Self-doubt, desire for longing, fears that she is tied to something that she can’t control. A fear that she and her sister are in things way too deep.

The lingering air in Poppy’s Silent Hill is suffocating, poisonous to her health, corroding her from the inside out - Poppy can only be outside for short amount of time before she would die. In order for her to escape the fog, she has to follow the long threads of hair that leads her on her path; these would often lead to mannequin busts with traces of old rotten flesh still attached at its base. Creatures in her silent hill want to enwrap her in chain-like hair to envelope her in a coating as the mannequins she worked on; watching her as the thick mist quickly dissolves her.

Scissor Woman – is Poppy’s very own fears in physical form. With rustic blood-splattered blades for limbs it has two conjoined head like Siamese-twins. Scars and wounds fester with a stench of rotten flesh, it has no facial feature save for ripped flesh that seems to mimic mouths, and one head surely looks like it is smiling with the puss dripping out while the other seems blind to her. When first appears before Poppy she tries to cut the threads of hair she is following trying to throw her off her path. Roaming the outside world in the mist if the creature finds poppy and attacks her and she causes a spark with her blades and explosion will occur as it will burn everything.

The Scissor Woman represents Poppy’s metaphorical self-harm. Since their run in with Destiny in “Truth or Hair” doubts have started to fester since that perhaps what the two that they were doing was doing more harm to them than good. The scissors blades on the creature’s arms represent the feeling that which she desire just to cut everything and just follow the path that is presented. The scars on her body represents the small lingering thoughts that had recently started to pop up in her mind – That she has very sharp scissors, perhaps she should just end it all herself. Despite these thoughts, Poppy always puts on a fake smile while being around her sister.

 Kitty Cheshire

Emptiness, void of any real life, everything feeling fake. Almost as if trying to create a contradiction, everything feels forced. Everything seems to be derived from Kitty’s childhood.

Like wonderland is to the world of Ever After, Kitty’s Silent Hill is fairly different experience calling for a more …unique impression. Lite by a light that could only be described as a dying fluorescent bulb in an old busted up gas station bathroom, Kitty’s Silent hill seems to be designed as if it were made to be a little girl’s doll house. From the plastic walls to the worn out stickers walls surround this little toy town of Silent Hill as if trying to wall off Kitty’s escape. This Silent Hill is near colorless, almost devoid of what little light that linger, and weightless as if Kitty herself is in a perpetual world of her (teleportation world). Lining the walls of these buidlings seems to be all sorts of crudely placed sticker as if placed by a child, many of which being ripped images of smiling faces, words in paint that simply read “Just keep smiling” or “smiling keeps the darkness at bay.”

The creatures in this silent hill are broken and damaged dolls and toys as if they were discarded by a small child fed up long ago. They claw at and try to grasp Kitty, trying to force her into their world, often times dragging her through the weightless world as if it was were simply made of Paper mache, leaving her in the void between her world and their world. Leaving her there as the sanity itself drains from her, leaving her as a laughing, smiling, mad woman.

 Tall Man – Is a very interesting and different creature as compared to others of Silent Hill.  With broad his broad shoulders wearing a black suit with his tall hat he looks nearly human save for his head which is just a simple white circle with a drawn on smiley face on it. He is unique in that he never shows aggression towards Kitty only watching from afar no matter how many times Kitty lashes out at him. Despite being 10/6 taller than Kitty herself when side by side his face never demeans her only ever smiling at her.  His flow of movement can never be witnessed as if it seems the space that he preoccupies stutters and shutters. His “facial” expression never changes aside from the ever so subtle reactions towards Kitty, but never once says anything. He only just smiles.

The Tall Man represents the Mad Hatter or at least it represents how Kitty saw the Mad Hatter when she was a child being raised by him. After the war with the Evil Queen, after the wonderlandian children world forced away from their own home, The Mad Hatter was the one to watch over the children. As a child, Kitty hated the way he tried to tried to pretend that they were a family and that “Everything was going to be alright” she knew that nothing was going to be ever the same again and that the story that they were given was fucked up. Kitty would often clash with the Mad Hatter often calling him a “fake” and would more so or not end up with Kitty leaving the house she shared with Maddie and Lizzie. Despite the way that Kitty would treat him, Mad Hatter never once saw Kitty as a nuisance and would often be waiting up all night, waiting as the Cheshire’s daughter would return home. He always waited with a warm cup of tea. Why? Because they were family.

The Tall Man represents the regret that Kitty has towards the way she treated the Mad Hatter when she was younger. She never apologized or never did they ever talk about the problem at hand. The reason why Kitty would lash out at the “Tall Man” may be for the reason that she wanted the Mad Hatter to stop smiling, that she wanted him to be honest. So that she could be honest with him.

Because remember, “The face that smiles the most is the one that is most often heart broken”

if anyone wants a refresher, these are the ones I talked about for Apple and Raven

Apple:

Mother issues, self-doubt, fear of becoming nobody (in both a literal and metaphorical sense, *poof!*), drowning. There’s a lot of water in Apple’s Silent Hill. Lurking. Pooling. Dissolving things.

Her world is eroding and being sucked into the void beneath the water, and beautiful things twist and are lost forever as Apple approaches. Monsters here are beautiful but subtly wrong and enormous compared to Apple (her mother casts a long shadow), and always approach from far off where she can’t see them clearly. Locked doors are entangled by strands of black hair.

Apple’s Silent Hill tries to suppress and drown her

Raven:

Mother issues, afraid of her own darker impulses, fear of being entrapped or not in control of herself.

Raven’s Silent hill is full of bars, chains, and strings. Monsters resemble marionettes, puppeteers, or prisoners, all of them reflecting an element of Raven herself.

Raven’s World tries to bind her make her into one of them.

#ever after high #silent Hill #kitty cheshire #poppy o hair #Raven Queen #apple white