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jlf23tumble · 5 years

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One Direction holiday gift guide

I feel like the only person who’s willingly seen more useless 1D merch than me is Niall (egads, all the “future Mrs. Tomlinson” shirts!!), so naturally, @fullonlarrie figures I’m the best person to create a holiday gift guide (my money’s on Niall, but he has a million dollars for his holiday budget, and if twitter is to be believed, he’s currently fucking his luxurious couch, so it’s up to me, jeepers, the pressure!!)

Lauren’s original request was for a fan-made 1D calendar, but alas, she’s SOL unless she goes official. The options:

Give me cash money, and I’ll create a calendar from my infamous “undefined” folder; I still plan to make myself an X Factor highlights calendar when the shitshow is over (Louis munching on cheese-bugh-ahs so he doesn’t have to talk to Simon and can listen to his boyfriend’s go-to karaoke song in peace; Louis selling me pens; Louis mentoring while dead on his feet; Louis smiling and judging; Louis glaring; Louis sporting hickeys; Louis sharing snacks with Ayda; Louis hanging out with his pal--and mine!--Dermot; Dermot in general; you get the gist).

Encourage fandom artists to create their own calendar (this would be remarkably easy for them to do, and there are so many great artists out there…use your powers, Luke, I mean, Lauren).

Give Simon Cowell cash money and buy an official 2019 1D calendar to fund his next tit job, hoping someone botches it.

Buy an individual calendar (I found some GREAT Zayn, Louis, and Liam options; Harry’s are hit or hugeeee miss, depending on vendor, and Niall’s are just too “Au Bon Pain” for me, so no links for you).

(Lauren also wants a One Direction beer koozie [cozy? koozy?], but these don’t yet exist outside of the D’s notorious pool party pad...that said, they’re remarkably easy to create, so throw a fiver at a merch blank place and make one! I’m probably gonna throw a fiver at a snowglobe creator so I can make “the hug” extra poignant in my bathroom.)

Okay! So with these individual requests out of the way, let me take you on a deeper dive under the cut with pictures and links. There are literally THOUSANDS of choices for mugs, t-shirts, wall art, phone cases, stickers, notecards, etc., so I highly recommend that you visit redbubble, etsy, or society6 and search for your faves (or make your own), I promise you, you won’t regret it! Instagram’s a great place for pins, my two faves being Miri and Milly. Amazon’s another great resource, but god, there’s a lot of random shit, most of it terrible/good and cheapppp, as only the best form of camp/kitsch can be. My recs under the cut are for things that I would gift my own personal IRL friends.

Let’s start with the individual boys, and I forced myself to limit each one to less than five, but you have my solemn oath that you can easily find at least a dozen wonderful items in your price and cheese range on the sites I mentioned above.

Niall:

This one feels obvious, but you can’t think Flicker and not think candles, amirite? Bonus: you can find one of these for each of the boys:

Similarly, you can find this set for each of the boys, but Niall Nails are the only ones I would ever buy anyone ever:

There are a million tragic lyrics on Flicker, but I think millypins captures this one nicely:

Do I really want to wake up to fetus Niall’s smug-ass outline lording it over me? Nope, but I’d probably stick him in our tacky useless front half-bathroom:

Zayn:

I could be gross and say something about him being a real snacc, but I prefer thinking of Zayn as the band’s cupcake, hence, if I threw a cupcake party, this is what you’d see on top (or maybe Harry…maybe ZARRY, I’d take it next level, yo):

Speaking of Zarry, I love everything in this artist’s shop, but especially this pillow:

Someday soon, I’m doing a “my fave Zayn shirts” zodiac post, and you can bet your ass this one’s gonna be on there. That said, it makes a pretty rad tattoo/sticker, too:

Not too many size options, but wow, these are something I’d actually wear and enjoy being sorta stealth about (until someone called my ass out in public):

What the WHAT is happening in the Amazon sports section? Compression cycling socks in a variety of sizes/styles, all with this iconic logo action:

Liam:

My car has really gone ~through it with me (skull gearshift knob, barefoot gas pedal, my burning desire to apply flames to the outside of it), but the Liam car chevron seems doable!

Not gonna lie, this is REALLY cute, but don’t let it limit you because the Liam jewelry that’s currently out there is amazing:

Fuck Jesus, what WOULD Liam do???

(I still contend that you can make your own iconic Liam Payne/Mona Lisa sweatpants for about $20, but there’s no link…send me some cash, say, $30, and I’ll make ‘em for you.)

Louis:

I promise you, this’ll be full of LAFFs, some “facts” on Louis, circa 2012:

Do you have a tiny dog? Do you have an appreciation for an iconic Louis shirt that you’d like to see on said dog? Here you go!

So many of Louis’s tattoos are art on their own…why not buy a print and stump your future house guests? These are two separate ones:

Speaking of house guests and parties, this is a sure-fire smash (and again, something that’s available for all the boys, but Louis’s version is especially pretty)…judge your own X Factor contest:

I can’t find my fave rbb/sbb travel mug options, but there are quite a few, so do sbb proud and pick your fave!

Harry:

I actually own this, yet I’ve never taken it out of its wrapper, it’s THAT iconic:

Who can keep all your useless work account login information secrets better than Harry Styles? Answer, no one except for Liam (tbh, the previous version of this book is what stores all mine):

I wish this existed in actual book form, but still, pretty damned cool, and you can print them out/frame them, if you’re really good:

“Hip pack,” it’s a fanny pack, a bum bag, and I love it!!

One Direction as a collective:

Oh, Jesus, okay, there is SO MUCH OUT THERE, and most of it is garbage, but it’s fun garbage, so here’s what I would give to a fellow fan, assuming they didn’t already own ALL of it.

These still exist, they still work, and don’t kid yourself, Niall brushes his very own teeth with one (according to my insider…the insider is my imagination):

Would I buy a larrie friend this low-key larrie beach towel? You bet your fucking ass I would:

Wow, people want a lot for the One Direction Monopoly game, but Monopoly is so fucking boring, so just watch this video instead.

I’m not gonna lie, this perfume is fucking VILE, but buy it for the Larry packaging…between us, I see you, sbb:

I absolutely need this on a t shirt to match my fake-o Joy Division shirt:

Look, the only thing holding my remote control together right now is this duct tape (currently, the panel with Zayn’s face), but I’ve seen a TON of proof that you can make cute shoes, wallets, etc., with it):

It’s easy to lump this in with all the other merch everywhere else on Amazon, etc., but I lmaoooooo because it’s so ~serious, like, I’m a goth but I’m also into normcore because it’s the only true goth at this point, so fuck your glitter version, this is my truth:

If you find others, send ‘em to me! You know I love this garbage!

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kinkyacademia · 6 years

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Hello Undead Raven! I hope you are having a wonderful day! If your character x character requests are still open, may I request Kirishima x Izuku? I don't know why but I have come to adore that pairing recently. Maybe something along the lines of Kiri having a huge crush on Midoriya for a while now and during one of his tangents just blurts out something like "I love listening to you talk." But it is just a suggestion! Feel free to do whatever with the pair!

Sure! It’s not a pair I ship, I mean, I don’t really like Izuku all that much but if it makes you happy I’ll be more than happy to write you up some headcanons! I hope I do the ship justice and can’t wait to hear back from you about what you thought, have a great day my lil’ conspiracy!

I hope everyone is enjoying the new character x character option! I’m dubbing this ship KiriZuku because I um, can’t find a ship name? If you think of a better ship name, hit me the fuck up!

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🐨🐨 KiriZuku 🐨🐨

🐨 Izuku often goes on and on about subjects brought up to him, analysing them as much as possible, if One For All hadn’t been passed down to him, some people might have assumed that to be his quirk…might.

🐨 Eijiro would sometimes sit with Izuku and question him about various things just to hear him talk about them in his unique way of saying things, not really listening closely but still hearing him, it was something he should have really stopped doing back in their days of U.A.

🐨 Especially since right in the middle of Izuku’s long speech about a subject Eijiro had brought up, Eijiro interrupted him, with one of the most mortifying things. It had slipped out before he had realised what exactly it was that he was saying.

🐨 “God I love listening to you talk” - It was said with an almost elated sigh, causing Izuku to malfunction, going still and staring at Eijiro with wide green eyes, his jaw hanging open, Eijiro’s thoughts briefly flickering to what that mouth could fit before realisation struck him like a sledgehammer, shattering his hardening quirk with a little too much ease.

🐨 Eijiro couldn’t amend his words, stuttering and stumbling over new ones that tried to rush out all too quickly, instead further embarrassing himself until finally Izuku took the plunge and kissed Eijiro.

🐨 It was an awkward few weeks after that incident until both men decided to clear the air, shockingly figuring out that they had felt the same about one another for quite some time now.

🐨 They didn’t become a couple until another month later, slowly getting used to the idea of what they were doing…and when they came out to the hero world…everyone supported them, interviews about their relationship in and out of hero costumes. How they worked around their schedules, anything and everything that could be thought of really.

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jezunya · 6 years

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So I don’t think I’ve mentioned on here yet, but I’ve graduated! I’m now an Indiana University alumnus! It’s been a long time coming, between my chronic (physical) illness, chronic depression, military service, dyslexia, undiagnosed-but-highly-suspected ADHD and/or autism, and years of waffling around feeling like I couldn’t justify studying what I actually enjoyed (literature & creative writing) instead of something more “practical,” but after all these years I’ve finally finished my bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing, with minors in Comparative Lit and Gender Studies (primarily focused on queer studies). It’s still really weird to think about and hasn’t yet fully sunk in that I’m done. Honestly, it probably won’t sink in until spring classes start up in a week or two but I don’t have to go back.

Right now, I’m just focusing on cleaning the last four months’ (or three years’) worth of mess out of my apartment, working through the backlog of laundry and dishes and vacuuming that always got pushed off to later while the semester was still in session. And of course, right this moment I’m spending new year’s night sitting up for a shift at the homeless shelter with my parents, which is the type of volunteering I’ve wanted to do but never before felt like I could, when school was eating up all my spoons and I was barely hanging on enough to pass my classes.

After getting my living space in better shape, the next few months are going to be about getting moving on all of the various projects I’ve put off for school. @sheliesshattered & I had our first serious planning session for our fic Truth Universally Acknowledged the other day, and I just typed up a bit of a new scene for the next chapter that I’ve had sitting on paper for weeks. I also have a packet of paper on which I’ve jotted down an outline for a fic that’s been writing itself in my head before bed each night for probably about a year now, and I finally feel like I’m in a place to start working more seriously on that. And of course, I have a number of short stories and novel bits from my various creative writing courses over the years that are either already in near-finished states or have at least now sat long enough since being critiqued in class that I can look at them again & start turning them into real, publishable stories I can be proud of. (One queer romcom I wrote last year I am particularly excited about fleshing out and polishing up, not least because some of my classmates commented, in the best way possible, that it read like good, shippy fanfic, heh.)

I also made my very first sale from my Etsy store just this past week! I’ve had a somewhat steady trickle of sales from Redbubble and Society6, mostly spoonie-oriented stickers, but this is somehow more exciting, actually packing up & sending off something that I hand-made myself. I also have one short story up on the Amazon Kindle market so far, and while I want to build more of an online portfolio there, it’s still exciting to have any of my original fiction out there in the world. These are all things I’m looking forward to spending more time on in the coming year, and the idea that I can spend time on them, without having to twist myself into knots to meet someone else’s schedule, is still really surreal to me.

Now that I’m done with school, I won’t be getting anymore of the GI Bill benefits that I’ve lived on for the past four years or so, so these online sales are going to be my only income until I can figure out how disability benefits through the VA and/or the state work. I do, thankfully, have a stable home life & good family support, plus VA healthcare, so I’m not in danger of being homeless, starving, or going without my medication, but I still want to be able to contribute to our household as much as possible and pay my own bills without being completely reliant on my parents. I’m going to (hopefully soon) get around to making individual posts for some of things I have up in my various shops, as well as commissions, which I’ve never done before but am eager to try my hand at.

This is all getting really long and rambly, I know, but I guess this is sort of an announcement - I’ve graduated! I’m really done!! I have a degree!!!??? - and sort of a new year’s resolution, all the things I want to work on now that I have control over my life and my time again. Thank you so much to everyone who’s followed me the last few years, who’s read and responded to my fics and my art. The past year, the past two years really, have been a bit rough, but I have high hopes for the next one.

Happy new year, everyone ❤

#happy new year #new years resolution #truth universally acknowledged #personal #real life #shameless self promotion #my posts #school #my fics #my shops #indiana university #my writing #etsy #redbubble #society6 #amazon kindle #original fiction #writers on tumblr

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surgeofsuren · 6 years

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Day 6 - creepy doll that always follows you (oc day)

THE DOLLMAKER

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Once upon a time, there lived a dollmaker in a small village. Surrounded by forests, the villagers lived from whatever the trees would kindly provide for them. For the Dollmaker, the forests gave him wood and timber, which he graciously used for his craft. He would work all year to make his dolls, never displaying a single one of them until he was done and felt the time was right to unveil them.

That very time came each year with Halloween, where the Dollmaker presented his finest and quirkiest dolls all over the village. It became a village tradition for the villagers to eagerly await and admire the Dollmaker's beautiful craftsmanship with great excitement, for it brought joy to all that lived there.

As the years passed, another tradition slowly but surely seemed to overtake the village's happy times. It all started with a local fisherman disappearing on the night before Halloween. He would never be found again, and in respects to the family, the Dollmaker created a new doll to be hung amongst the others; a exact doll replica of the local fisherman. His family, appreciating the Dollmaker's gift, allowed the doll of their loved one to be displayed on Halloween, hoping for his return.

However, it would not remain with one disappearance. Each year, another villager would disappear, and each time the Dollmaker out of respect for the family, created an exactly replica doll of their loved one. With the years, aside the Dollmaker's Halloween dolls, more and more dolls representing the missing villagers came to hang beside them. The Dollmaker's joy seemed to have faded from his face altogether too, having become depressed and paranoid with each year that passed.

One day, the Dollmaker would no longer bring out his Halloween dolls. The villagers, upset and worried, pleaded with him to at least share with them this joy. The Dollmaker however warned them, “Please return to your homes. Remember what happens each year, another one of us disappears! I beg of you, please stay at home.” The Dollmaker ushers.

“Nay, my old friend.” The local accountant speaks up, a young man in his twenties. “Let us bring joy to this village! Ever since you were a child you've been making these dolls for us, heck, I'll personally help you decorate the village this time, what do you say?” The Dollmaker, knowing he can't refuse his old friend relents reluctantly. “...Alright then. But I want us to finish before dark, alright?” He insists.

“Of course! Now's let's get on with it.” The Accountant smiles and rolls up his sleeves to work.

The two of them proceed to work all afternoon decorating the village. The Accountant sees his old friend being quiet and reserved and attempts to keep up the small talk with him as he tries to cheer him up. As he hang the last doll from his cart, he wipes the sweat from his brow. “Phew. How about I check to see if we've got them all?” He offers, and the Dollmaker nods. “Please do. I'll have a cup of tea waiting for you when you're done.”

The Accountant slowly descends the stairs to the basement, looking around. Some missing parts here and there, but it seemed to him everything was used. Everything except...wait.

The young man blinks as he sees a door in the back of the room. Was that there before? The dolls being stacked up probably hid it from sight but...

Curiosity overtakes the Accountant and he walks up it. It is painted a deep, dark red and strange paper tags are slapped all over it. Running a finger over one tag, he notices a strange black spiral drawn upon each of them. To add to it...the Accountant felt a strange, ominous feeling coming from the door. It felt as if it was reeling him in. As if...it calls out. Before he can think it over wether or not it is a good idea, his hand is already on the doorknob and the door is opened. The Accountant walks in, swallowing.

The room is dark, cold and damp. What the heck was this place for, the Accountant thinks suspiciously. The room is empty, nothing was inside except for large window with iron bars in front of them, high above. He finds a old, rundown broken bed too. He's just about to give up and leave the room, when his eye caught something. Something...green.

The Accountant blinks as he leans back to open the door behind him some more to let the outside light in, and he intermediately is captivated by what he finds.

On that same old bed, he finds the gleam of green attached to a form, and the Accountant sees it is the form of a human, a female. Slowly scuffling forward, the Accountant is greeted by another doll, a very beautiful doll of a female with long, curly hair bright green with blue tips. Her eyes are each a different color, her right is a deep dark blue with a golden iris, while her left is the exact opposite being gold with a blue iris. She's dressed in a pitch black torn dress and her body is lying in a twisted position, as if being dumped there and never tended to again.

The Accountant is mesmerized as his eyes remain glued on the beautiful doll in front of him. As he slowly approaches her further, the gleam of metal then catches his eyes next. He finds it belonging to a chain, and as he follows that chain with his eyes he sees it's attached to her wrist. The Accountant blinks, for he sees all four of her limbs are tied down with these same chains and cuffs, locking her tightly in place. When he looks at the doll's face again, he finds another paper tag placed on her forehead, larger than the others and with a more complex spiral inscription than the ones he'd found on the door.

As his eyes get adjusted to the dark, that's when he finally sees the doll's entire body to be covered with the same paper tags he found on the doorway. Why in the heck would-

“What are you doing...?! Step away from her, quick!”

“Wha- Hey!” The Accountant sputters as he's reeled back by the hem of his jacket as the Dollmaker hauls him back to the doorway, glaring fearfully at the doll in front of them. “Calm down, I was just checking if we've forgotten anything and then I found her...” The Accountant tries to explain himself with a small smile. But his smile soon fades as the Dollmaker glares at him, his ruby eyes filled with fear and despair. “No, my old friend.” The Dollmaker says to him quietly. “This doll....must never see the light. Forget what you saw, I beg of you.”

“But she's...beautiful. She's the prettiest doll you've ever made!” The Accountant protests, slightly concerned at his friend's growing anxiety. The Dollmaker sighs and ushers him out and slams the door shut, checking the seals. “She's...no. Please, not another word.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent in silence. The Accountant couldn't believe his friend wouldn't display the most beautiful doll he'd ever created, and...he couldn't get the doll out of his head either. She was the most beautiful depiction of a woman he'd ever seen, he didn't even think anyone in this world could have hair like she had, or eyes with such bright colors. He'd never cease to be amazed by his friend's talent, even though...it irked him he wouldn't show it to the world.

Thanking his friend after a day of hard work, the Accountant left his friend and retreated to his house. He didn't live far from the Dollmaker's house, as his own was just by the river. As he entered his house, it was already dark. Halloween would be starting at midnight, and he vaguely remembered the Dollmaker's request to stay indoors. The villagers liked to admire the Dollmaker's work from inside their houses, given the many disappearances over the years. Taking off his jacket, the Accountant plopped down on the couch.

The rustle of paper underneath him was what spiked his attention.

“What the-” He muttered and slowly stood up again, looking underneath him. Nothing was on the couch, so that means...

He searched the back of his pants and there it was, a piece of paper. “Probably one of my files lying around I bet...” The Accountant chuckled, when he felt it to be thinner than the paper files he always carried. Now he had to look. Bringing his hand in front of him, the Accountant blinked when he held a paper tag from the Dollmaker's house in his hands. The same ominous spiral stared back at him, and the Accountant immediately felt a sense of dread come over him.

How did that get here? Even though the Dollmaker's house only had them slapped on the strange door in the basement and on that pretty doll of his, not one of them was actually loose. And he had walked all the way here, a piece of paper that thin shouldn't...

The Accountant looked around. The wind didn't blow it off of him and he hadn't heard the paper when he walked. Slowly, he sat it down on the coffee table. At the very least, he had to return it to his friend. Yeah, he'd do that tomorrow- no wait. Tomorrow was Halloween, and given the disappearances it was probably not a good idea to go out. Fine, the day after then. Glancing at the clock, he figured it was better to go to bed next.

Tiredly, the Accountant walks up to his room and without turning the lights on he takes off his shoes and business clothes and searches around for his hairbrush.

The same rustle of paper stops him in his tracks.

The Accountant looks around. He finds his hairbrush on the nightstand and slowly walks over to it and picks it up before he brushes his long hair, still looking around. He could have sworn he didn't have any paper in his room, yet that sound clearly was that of a piece of paper. Checking his feet to make sure he hadn't stepped into papers he's accidentally left behind, the Accountant couldn't help but blink in confusion when he found nothing.

If it was only the sound he could shake it off, but that same feeling of dread he felt at the paper tag overtook his being again. Sighing, and thinking his friend's reaction to him discovering the doll caused some of the Dollmaker's paranoia to rub off on him, the Accountant sets the brush down and pulls back the covers to crawl in and-

There, on his pillow, lies the same paper tag he found in his living room. The Accountant's eyes widen. The tag...he was sure he left it in the living room. There was no way it suddenly could have gotten stuck to him and lifted with him to his room...was there?

Swallowing, the Accountant gently puts the tag on the nightstand and crawls into bed. He'd defiantly had to return this tag to the Dollmaker, he figured and slowly closes his eyes and falls into an uneasy sleep soon after.

And when the Accountant is then rudely awakened by the feeling of dread having intensified beyond what he felt before, he shoots up and quickly sits up in bed when he feels a horrible wave of hatred overtake his room entirely. Looking beside him, the tag is still where he left it on the nightstand, but he swears it's not the tag giving off the terrible aura this time.

His eyes look through the room, frantic, but he finds nothing. Yet he feels disaster is upon him, something was there. Something he can't shake off, for the Accountant feels a presence with him in his room. Someone was there with him and he couldn't hear or see it. He felt it.

“Who's there?!” He finally speaks up. Without turning his eyes away from looking around his room, he feels around for the light switch of the lamp beside him. When he flicks it on, the lamp doesn't work. He tries it again and again, but the light isn't turning on. “...Damnit.” The Accountant curses softly, when he finally feels...eyes on him.

Slowly, he looks in front of him and there, by the feet of his bed, stands a figure. His very blood freezes in his veins upon seeing a person stand in the room with him, a person who moved there with him soundlessly. He can't make out anything in the dark, no features or anything, but he feels straight up that the wave of dread he's felt before comes from this person.

“Who are you...!?” He then demands, and finds his voice to be shaking but still determined. The person doesn't move, until he sees it takes a step forward. And when it does, the Accountant's heart skips a beat entirely.

For in front of him, showing itself in the dim moonlight, stands the doll he found in the Dollmaker's basement. Not a single tag is on her body, and the chains are wrapped around her limbs, making her move soundlessly.

“Y-you...Y-y-you're...that..this isn't...possible...!” The Accountant stammers, and before he can move, she crawls up on the bed, moving with her inhumane movements, faster than anything he's ever felt before and she's on top of him one hand slamming his throat, the other grabbing his elbow snapping it at it's joint. Her choke-hold makes it impossible for him to howl in the pain that overtakes him, and as she chokes the life out of him, he sees the evil glint in her eyes to be the last thing on this Earth.

The next morning his corpse, and the horrendous scene is discovered by the locals. Along with the Accountant's body, the mutilated bodies of the other missing villagers in found inside the house of the Accountant, each of them horribly mutilated but most disturbing of all; all of them were missing their organs, their muscle, veins, blood or even just their bones. When the Dollmaker is told of his friend's passing and the mutilation done to him, the Dollmaker swallows and shut the door before marching downstairs and slamming the basement door open in fury.

There he finds the doll he's been trying to suppress for years, sitting on the bed with her legs folded. Blood is streaming out of the seams of her porcelain body, her jaws wide open and pieces of flesh sticking out of them. She eyes him directly and the Dollmaker is livid at the scene of the horrible truth.

“...Were the villagers not enough...?” He asks her, low and menacing. “Was it not enough for you to kill them and hide them in God knows where for all those years??? Have you suddenly changed strategies, and instead of actually killing me you go and destroy all the others I love FIRST??? This has to STOP, Suren!!” The Dollmaker finally screams, and as he pants, the doll in front of him makes no move.

Then the Dollmaker jumps as her jaws slam shut, and with a low chuckle, she begins to talk. “Stop?” She asks him calmly, and the Dollmaker's face twists in anguish as he hears a familiar voice come from the doll's mouth. “I am not done yet...I found the bodies of men to be tougher and stronger for the deed I need to do...the deed of my vengeance.”

Slowly, her head looks up, and he sees her smile evilly at him, taking joy at his pained expression. “Do you like the voice I selected? I had to break his neck for it...but your Accountant has a nice deep voice, don't you think?” The Dollmaker shakes in anger as he clenches his fists. “You took....you took his vocal cords...too....?” He whispers menacingly.

The doll gives one nod. “To remind you of what is to come.” She speaks with the broken vocal cords of his friend. “Make no mistake, husband. I will remake by body and use the organs of your villagers to do so. With each Halloween my power peaks, making me move and do whatever I want, and believe me. I can do more than your seals can suppress.” She warns him.

The Dollmaker grits his teeth. “This is between you and ME, Suren! Leave them out of this, it is not too late to stop this!”

The doll then stands up straight, the Dollmaker taking a step back, though she makes no move yet. “Oh, it will be about you and me soon enough. Though I wonder if you can stop me...I have the agility of the fisherman's muscles, the strength of the blacksmith's bones, the vitality of the mayor's son's heart, the lungs of the village bards, and the veins of the many pathetic fools that were captivated by the women of this village. Your blood will come last...husband.”

The Dollmaker reels back at the sound of his former's wife's evil laughter and he quickly takes out a new stack of paper tags from his coat. Immediately the doll ceases her laughter, though she makes no move to stop him. “Halloween is coming to it's end...soon I will have to wait another year before I can move again.” She says to him quietly, but menacingly. “Don't think you will get away with what you are, what you DID, and how the world will see you next.”

The Dollmaker, seeing the movements of his former wife slow, approaches her. “It was a accident.” He tells her, mournful and quiet.

The doll glares at him. “I'm sure that is what you THINK it was. You RUINED my body by turning it into...THIS.” The doll growls at him, her stolen male voice making her words even more menacing. “Make no mistake, husband...With this same body I will CRUSH you. And I will use the organs of all the people you love to do it...”

The Dollmaker, looking at her sorrowfully, gently places the first tag on her forehead, causing the doll to crumple down on the floor as it's power chains the rancorous spirit within. Though it no longer can move, it refuses to silence.

“Go on, dear.” It mocks him, evilly. “Place your pretty papers. Like the chains, I will break free of ALL of them within the year!”

The Dollmaker utters no word as he with the gentlest hand places his paper tags all over the doll's body, eventually taking away it's ability to speak. For another year at least.

Picking her up in bridal style, with his same gentle hand, places the corpse of his wife back on the bed. As he walks away into the basement to pick up a new set of chains, he finds the eyes of his wife on him, glowering at him in deep hate. Swallowing, knowing his seals aren't fully suppressing her angry spirit, he comes to her again and chains her wrists and ankles again. Sighing, he bends down and stops until he's near her ear.

“I dare not to ask you for forgiveness...dearest.” The Dollmaker says to her softly, almost lovingly. “I have made horrible mistakes...and you paid the price for them. But I swear to you, I will find a way to make things right again.”

Carefully, he brushes the loose strands of her hair away from her face. Though her eyes still remain on him, the hate within hasn't relented. The Dollmaker then slowly gets up and moves toward the door again. Glancing over his shoulder, he gives her a watery smile before he gently closes the basement door and locks it tight.

He doesn't see the twitching of her fingers.

#nanbaka #nanbaka halloween week #nanbakahalloween #my art #my OC #nanbaka OC #nanbaka the numbers oc #my story #my writing #The Dollmaker

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insanereddragon · 7 years

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11 Questions (x4!)

1. always post the rules. 2. answer the questions given by the person who tagged you. 3. write 11 questions of your own and tag 11 (or however many) people to answer them.

Apparently, you guys are thirsty to know more about me. I was tagged by @hisreindeerjumper @thisbirdhadflown @corabe and @elletromil! So 44 answers incoming, under the cut.

(from hisreindeerjumper)

1. What fandom have you been involved in that’s your favorite to date?

Are you seriously going to make me choose between Hannibal and Kingsman? I’ve met so many wonderful people in both fandoms, and while every fandom has their occasional drama and discourse, I’ve found both of these ones are generally such positive and welcoming places, full of top notch creators and consumers alike.

*sighs* Okay, I guess if push came to shove, I’d choose Kingsman, if for no other reason that it is where I met @elletromil, and I’m sure you all know how much I absolutely adore that woman.

2. What did you want to grow up to be when you were little?

Paleontologist, then a cop, and then a forensic psychologist. I figured out at the end of my first year uni that psychology wasn’t for me, but ended up getting a degree in it anyways.

3. Favorite places to shop online?

I don’t shop much online anymore, but when I do it’s mostly on Society6 and Redbubble because I adore supporting all the wonderful artists in our fandoms.

4. first kiss! tell me all about it! and i you haven’t been kissed yet, how do you want it to go down? do you want to be kissed at all?

It was kindergarten (about 6 years old), and I dragged a boy behind the toy cubbies.

5. who was the first author that you read with a voracious hunger?

Brian Jacques and the Redwall series. It was my first ‘fandom’, and it lead to me doing email RPs for a few years.

6. what color looks best on you?

Black or green, but I can pull off certain shades of red on occasion.

7. do you read your horoscope?

Nope.

8. what are you most proud of in your life?

I guess maybe starting a long running anime convention.

9. favorite food & why!

It’s a toss up between my family potato soup or biscuits and gravy. Both remind me of feeling warm and loved during times that were sometimes less in both of those things.

10. what scent do you have the strongest memory association with?

There is one scent, and I don’t even know what it is -- I can’t even describe it -- but whenever I smell it I vividly remember this one summer when I was a child. I don’t smell it often at all, but it always hits me like a punch to the gut just how vividly I remember everything from that summer.

11. favorite tea flavor!

Chamomile, but I like white and other herbal teas too.

(from thisbirdhadflown)

1. We all did embarrassing things as teenagers. Share a story!

I tried to dye my hair blue while I was at boarding school, and instead it failed miserably and I ended up with this sea foam green hair. It was awful. For my birthday that year my mom paid for a stylist to dye it back to my normal brown color because it was so embarrassing I didn’t want to wait for it to grow out.

2. What is a headcanon for one of your OTPs?

Thanks to @deepdarkwaters I will always think that Harry and Merlin communicate secretly to each other (morse code or sign language, or the one time that Harry actually had to use flag semaphore XD)

3. One book that had a huge influence on you?

Hrm, I’m not sure that I have a single book that was a ‘huge influence’ on me. I certainly have favourites, and I’m sure that I’ve taken lessons or ideas from many of the books that I’ve read, but never one that sticks out like a beacon of light.

4. Who is one misunderstood character?

No Face from Spirited Away

5. What are your pet peeves?

Sheets that aren’t laying flat. People flushing with the lid to the toilet open. People who refuse to move to the back of the bus. Wet socks.

6. One thing you wish you knew as a child/teen that you know now?

That the anger and resentment wasn’t worth it, and that forgiveness would be something that I'd be able to find.

7. Would you like to be famous? In what way?

God no, I could never stand my life ending up under the scrutiny that seems to inevitably come from fame.

8. Best part about getting older?

The freedom to do what you want, once you realize that it’s okay to let yourself do those things.

9. One thing you really enjoy and one thing you really dislike about fandom?

I love the sheer creative output - so many unique ‘verses and ideas all starting with the (sometimes very) limited source material. Just an endless amount of ideas that I never would have thought of, but are amazing and wonderful all the same (even if I don’t like them personally).

I hate that sometimes expressing non-popular viewpoints, even politely and in the confines of one's own personal blog, can spiral out of control into massive discourse and drama. The downfall of connecting to fandom on a site like tumblr and the internet in general really.

10. What makes and breaks a fic for you?

The moment I can’t believe in what’s happening. A well considered crack fic is guaranteed to keep my interest, but I poorly thought out canon one is going to have me clicking the back button.

Also, formatting. Sorry guys, I try so hard not to let formatting keep me from reading a fic, but I recognize that I’m very picky about aesthetics. If it’s not laid out with proper spacing and standard book-like formatting, I’m probably not going to stick it out.

(from corbe)

1. What are you top five fandoms right now?

Hannibal, Kingsman, Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them... I don’t really do any other fandoms with any consistency.

2. What are your top five go to books right now?

I haven’t read a proper novel in a long time, so my top go to books right now are all origami books XD

3. What are your top five go to movies right now?

Kingsman, Victor Frankenstein, Mad Max Fury Road, Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them, Deadpool

4. Do you have pets?

2 cats, Spork and Fruit

5. If you could have dinner with one person from history dead or amongst the living who would you have dinner with?

I know you’re looking for someone famous or important, but if I could actually do this, I’d have one final dinner with my grandmother, before the dementia had taken over.

6. Do you like pumpkin spice? Is it a problem for you that I absolutely adore pumpkin spice and will willing cut someone for a pumpkin spice latte?

Haha, I don’t go gaga over pumpkin spice specialty items (you could gladly have my latte, I wouldn’t drink it), but I do love the abundance of actual pumpkin items in the fall. I tend to overindulge on pumpkin pie, pumpkin muffins, and pumpkin cookies XD

7. Do you have a favorite holiday?

It’ll always be Halloween. I was a costume maker up until my kids were born. I’d start my costumes in April, and I’d spend a lot of time and money on them. Now I just do my best to give the kids decent costumes that won’t break the bank, and eat lots of chocolate.

8. Do you have a favorite rare fandom pairing, a pairing that’s hard to find fic for or not as popular?

Meeklo Braca / Scorpius (with or without the addition of Sikozu) from Farscape. I’ve reread the 33 total fic on AO3 at least a dozen times, and even keep the tags saved in the hopes something new may pop up some day, but the fandom is well and truly dead :(

9. Do you like pickles?

Yes, but only if they are dill.

10. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Just to make you feel better I do, I sleep with the bear my husband bought me when my Dad passed away.

I don’t - most of mine have been divided amongst my boys.

11. Do you like doing crafty hobbies like sewing, knitting, metal working, or do you enjoy hobbies that involve collecting?

Haha, crafty hobbies are my thing. I sew, crochet, do origami, and make chain maille and jewelry.

(from elletromil)

1. Who was your first celebrity crush?

Jensen Ackles XD

2. For what meal do you prefer going to a restaurant? Breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner? Only a quick coffee/tea/dessert?

Breakfast, or rather breakfast food. Give me an omelette or benedicte or skillet any time, but they are always infinitely better coming from a well seasoned grill or pan. I can’t replicate that at home.

3. Would you rather clean the dishes or dry them?

DRY THEM. I hate washing dishes so very much. Thankfully Mr. Red agreed for that to be his chore around the house.

4. Are you the kind of person who puts a song on repeat until you’re tired of listening to it or do you have to always change songs?

Repeat. I’ll listen to a single song on repeat for days at a time XD

5. What supernatural/fantastic creatures would you like to be and why?

Phoenix, because I relate to the idea of rebirth from the ashes. I have one planned in one of my tattoos I hope to get.

6. Are you more afraid of what is at the bottom of the oceans or what we could find while travelling in space?

Space, because there are going to be things that we just can’t comprehend or understand.

7. You’re favourite kind of weather and why?

Bright, warm sun with a cool breeze, so I can just sit outside all day at the perfect temperature.

8. You can live anywhere you want, where would it be?

Honestly, I’m pretty happy where I am. We’ve been here for 10 years, just bought our first house. I don’t really want to be anywhere else :)

9. If you use the tumblr app on your phone, did you prefer when the bar was at the top or do you like now that it’s at the bottom? (am i still bitter about this sudden change? why yes i am XD)

Top, stupid update.

10. Did you ever watch a movie/tv show just for an actor/actress and you were sure it would be horrible, but it ended up actually being good? What was it?

I was sure I was going to hate Men & Chicken, but I was compelled by Mads and the Fannibals, and I was surprised how much I liked it. It is bizarre and definitely not for everyone, but turns it was just the right amount of strange for me.

11. You can decide on a tv show that would get a new season, a movie or a book that would get a sequel, what would it be? In a hypothetical world where the sequel/new season would be fantastic and all that you’ve ever wanted.

Hannibal Season 4. HANNIBAL SEASON 4. HANNIBAL SEASON 4. HANNIBAL SEASON 4.

(Also Sense8, Leverage, and Dominion)

Darlings, this was too many questions. So no tags or new questions of my own. Sorry, I’m burnt!

#personal #ask and i'll tell #so many questions #so many answers

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animeangelriku · 7 years

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For the intrusive questions: #4, #11, #14 and #15 (Only saw it now cause our electricity was down yesterday in our neighbourhood ;) )

aaaahhhh, don’t worry, lovely!! thank you so much!! you’re so sweet!!

4) do you smile at strangers

yes, I do! but only when I make eye contact, haha, and sometimes it’s only if they smile first!

11) what are your ambitions

write and eventually publish a book series! and several other series and/or standalone novels! :D (and improve my art enough to like, open commissions or a redbubble/society6 store or something! :3) I would also like to have a YouTube channel where I make vlogs or videos talking about things that are important to me (like social issues and what I think about certain things and stuff)! and, oh man, I’d love to become a professional editor, even if it was like, part-time or something!

I’d be INCREDIBLY HAPPY if I could FINALLY get my college degree, too! I won’t bore you with the story, but I still need to figure out what I want to do for that and HOW, exactly, I’m going to do it.

OH! and one of my goals in life is to actually meet my wifey! :D we’ve only known each other through the internet, so one of my dreams is that someday we’ll actually be face to face, without a screen in the middle! (but I live in Mexico and have no visa/passport at the moment, and also I’m broke HAHAHA *cries*)

14) whats your most bizarre pet peeve

when my sister/her husband/either of her sons come into my house and don’t announce themselves? my mom and I live right across the street from them and so whenever we need something from each other, we just cross the street. but sometimes I’ll go to the kitchen and find someone there and I’ll be like how fucking long have you been here and why didn’t you say anything? it drives me insane. (whenever I go to their house and no one’s in the living room/no one has seen I’m there, I always cry out, “Hello?”)

(the next one got a bit long, so I’m adding a read more, haha!)

15) what is your favorite memory

it’s not my favorite memory, but it’s definitely one of my favorites because it always makes me laugh and kinda shake my head at myself: when I was in my last semester in college, I was just so absolutely done with school and all I wanted was to go home, that I started to procrastinate doing my final papers until literally the last possible moment. for one particular class I loathed more than anything else, our teacher would give us the day off so that we could “finish” our papers and then turn them in. that day we didn’t have any other class ‘cause it was finals week and so we only had to go to turn in/get back our papers, so I got to school, sat down with some classmates ‘cause I was waiting for my friends to arrive, and these classmates were talking about the papers for this particular class. one of them (really nice girl, she was really sweet) turns to me and asks me, “so what did you write your paper about?”

I was only half-awake, so I was resting my head on my hand and I told her, “I haven’t done it yet. haven’t even started it.”

her eyes widened and she looked at me like I’d just told her I ate cats or something. “you haven’t started it?”

“no,” I said with all the nonchalance in my bones.

this girl, poor girl, she seemed more worried about me than I was, it was hilarious. “so... like, what are you going to write it about?”

“honestly? I have no idea.”

“you don’t even know what you’re gonna write it about?”

“no,” I repeated. “but, I mean, I’m sure I’ll think of something. it’s 8 pages long and I still have five hours to write it. don’t worry, I’ll manage.”

when my friends arrived, I went with them to the computer lab, where most of the people there were from our same class, all of them working on the papers we had to turn in. believe me, few things feel more heartwarming and relieving (and, honest to god, like solidarity) than seeing like 90% of your class in the same room, desperately trying to finish the final paper for a class we all hated.

true to my word, I finished my paper in around two and a half hours and went to turn it in with two hours to spare. and the reason I like this memory so much is because it would’ve given high-school!me (or even first-two-years-of-college!me) a heart attack to see just how much I had come to hate school that I would not start a final paper until I could literally count how many hours I had left on the fingers of my hand.

#riku answers #blirdie #YOU'RE SO NICE THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! <3 <3 <3

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