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antevault · 5 months

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joel sees martyn standing frozen at the edge of the battlefield. a wither and a warden have rampaged the land and the threat is very much still alive, but it’s so much. too much to process all at once. the sounds and screams and blood and wither rose petals scattered across the rubble— it’s a cacophony, and martyn is trapped Watching.

but joel sees him. joel cries out.

“Martyn— stay away, Martyn! We can’t lose another person!”

martyn can’t listen. joel maneuvers himself between martyn and the wither until the death blow is dealt and the danger passes.

grian and etho recount the tale. they laugh. they laugh. all of them, while martyn stands numb with shock and thinks of a chest with three bones inside and nothing more. nothing ever again.

all that remains of his fellow reds are grayed out names on a tab list.

martyn closes his eyes and makes a silent promise.

joel is no fool. he loves lizzy but her decision to ostracize herself and make enemies spelled doom long ago. meanwhile, joel has done what he rarely ever succeeds in: making allies that last longer than a few days in this wretched place. scar turned on him the moment he fell from grace in last life. etho’s attachment was artificial from the beginning in double life. the bad boys were a true bond, though he knew better, even then, than to ever trust grian completely. and jimmy—

—he can’t think about jimmy.

now, he has the mounders. pearl, and bdubs, and… mumbo. right. someone should go back to his base, collect his things before the scavengers come sniffing about. make a memorial, maybe. sideways. he’d like that.

but that just leaves pearl and bdubs, and joel can feel their eyes prickling the back of his neck. waiting. watching. an opportunity is all it will take for them to turn; pearl made her preferences clear, and joel can’t grudge her for it. he was a late addition to the mounders, after all. but that still leaves him cast out and alone in a server full of paranoid lunatics armed to the teeth.

he couldn’t let martyn join the ranks of the dead. it was too much. one more roll of thunder may have split joel’s mind like overripe watermelon and left him dripping and scattered all over the server.

maybe— maybe there’s room, up in that doghouse, for an ally. maybe martyn will take him in and let him rest somewhere he won’t have to keep one eye open. martyn could surely use the extra protection as he adjusts to being the only red for the first time in his existence.

joel has felt that sting before.

and stray dogs stick together.

#please tell me if i need to add any tags; i don’t know the expected ettiquette for this fandom!#traffic smp #secret life smp #secret life 6 spoilers #secret life session 6 #secret life session 6 spoilers #martyn itlw #martyn inthelittlewood #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #antevault.txt #hiiii i had to put this somewhere or my brain would Explode. enjoy ficlet as a treat #anyway. (scuttles back into my little hidey-hole for 100 years)#the hits

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degreesofkei · 4 months

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school play rewired my brain (2)

#sydney x kylar #i'll add tags in case anyone needs to find/filter #degrees of lewdity #kylar the loner #sydney the faithful #THEY MAKE ME ILL OKAY #you are NOT telling me you never held hands or better smooch your childhood friend when yall taught each other to take care of yourselves #bro #m!kylar #gn!sydney #yeah m!kylar is such a twink any ship with him is yaoi to me or something idk gender doesn't matter #also i want viewers to guess

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treasureplcnet · 5 months

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someone on the bodies production team you have to release more layout/bts pictures of charles whiteman's flat please. this is a great start but i need to know him better. particularly if it's got about as much mould as a second year uni house and if he owns as many chairs as it seems LOL

#ok the joke is at his expense but im already romanticising this shit #20-something loser karl weissman moves into the worst flat of all time and makes it a home #hangs a picture of his parents' wedding against the worst wallpaper you've ever seen #just buys what he likes and calls it decor #how else can you explain the fucking model boat next to the fucking telephone. AND YOU MAY TELL ME 'oh thats just random set stuff'#NOT TO ME!#and it stays until he's in his mid 30s. develops a habit of not cleaning up along the way #the shot where he seems to have taken off his shirt/tie/jacket and then dropped them off on various pieces of furniture. HE LIVES LIKE THIS #also entertaining the idea that its his parents' old stuff that he can't bring himself to throw out ..#i will created a fully fleshed out character using 8 episodes and fever dream visions if i have to #karl weissman #bodies netflix #edit: the original tags are above but since then i joined the discord and got to add these pictures LOL #saved this post as a draft bc i was like. i cant annoy people on the tag any more than i already have #doesnt matter. forcing this into the tag like a week after i made it anyway #im still so interested in the fact that it seems like there are more rooms that we never see #outside this bedroom and living space (and the bedroom isnt clear in the show either)#like. i rly need a 360 house tour NOW.#ALSO I FEEL LIKE A TOWN CRIER NO I DONT THINK HE HAS MOULD BUT IT WOULD BE FUNNY!!!!#the chair next to the liquor rly is something. hes MY babygirl

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fruitbythefoot7 · 6 months

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bylerween day 1: trapped in the ud

FIRST DAY OF BYLERWEEN LETS GO!!!! this one was SO FUN to do! i love the idea of byler getting trapped in the ud, and i had a lot of fun w the lighting :))

@bylerween2023

#bylerween2023 #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #stranger things #my art #trapped in the upside down #tw gun #its there in the corner #tw injuries #tw blood #im cautious about them #tell me if i need to add any tags!#day 1 #!!!#tw wounds #tw weapon

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throwawaywhumper · 2 years

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"Aw wait, let me see those!"

"Wait no, hey!"

Whumpee tried to protest, but pulling against their restraints proved fruitless as Whumper effortlessly pulled their glasses off of their face.

"Aw, you're kinda cute without your glasses on. Have you ever considered contacts?" Whumper chuckled.

"Give them back please, I-I need them..."

"Yeah no kidding.." Whumper wiped away some of the blood that had caked on the glasses and slid them on. "Good lord, you really can't see anything without these, can you? You're blind as a bat, this is dreadful."

Whumpee flushed angrily and shut their eyes tight, pretending the world around them hadn't become a blurred, indecipherable mess. "They're not that bad..."

"Oh yeah?" Whumper gingerly removed the glasses and twirled them around on their finger. "So you don't really need these then?"

"Wait, I didn't mean-"

Whumpee's eyes snapped open, in just enough time to watch as whumper bent the frames, bent them hard, until they caved to the pressure and snapped in half at the bridge.

"No! What the fuck are you doing??" He watched in disbelief as they fell to the floor, followed by whumper's foot crushing them to smithereens and grinding away any salvageable remains under their heel.

"There we go, much better. And already..." They cupped whumpee's chin in their hand and wiped a tear away from his cheek. "Those pretty blue eyes are so much nicer like this." They tilted their chin side to side, eyeing him carefully. "Shiny, unobstructed. So full of emotion, you can't hide anything from me, not even your fear..."

Whumpee hadn't even noticed he'd started tearing up, it hardly mattered. Everything was blurry enough as it was, the only thing close enough that he could make out was the face of his tormentor. Much too close. "Fuck you! Fuck, I can't- I can't see...why..."

"That's alright, you're not going to need to see much of anything anymore." Whumper playfully tussled their hair before standing back. "I'm the only thing you're going to need to worry about for a long time. And don't worry, I'm sure you'll see me coming. Glasses or not."

#inky void #whump #glasses whump #it feels silly to tag glasses whump but idk what else to tell you my friend #also let me know if you need me to add any content warnings! wasnt sure whether or not to add anything ability related #for context I was not wearing my glasses while writing this #im going to stay on my eye related bullshit for a while hint hint wink wink #tw ableism

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infinitecyanroses · 9 months

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The Cyan Roses and Their Connection to Bobby

Ever since I first watched the streams from Bobby's death I have been intrigued by the cyan roses that appeared and how the admins used them story wide, hence my username. So today I've decided to gather up all my thoughts about these flowers and explain how they stand out as a unique symbol in the qsmp. First I'll start with a summary of the cyan rose appearances on the day of Bobby's farewell and then I'll go into speculation about what these flowers could mean for the story the admins are telling.

So the day after Bobby lost his last life in the dungeon, both Roier and Jaiden reunited at Roier's house and Bobby's castle where they chatted with Cucurucho since Bobby's fate was still up in the air. After Cucurucho told them both to gather all their friends together, Cucurucho leaves and Roier and Jaiden both notice a single cyan rose right in front of the entrance to Bobby's castle.

Both of them point out that this flower wasn't there before and despite there being no other flowers like it around the house or castle, the flower's color and placement instantly reminds both Roier and Jaiden of Bobby.

Cut forward to when Roier, Jaiden, and everyone else in the server start the journey to make it to where Bobby died, the group notices a trail of cyan roses that seem to point in the direction they're taking.

The path of cyan roses doesn't last too long but Jaiden immediately points out their importance and begins to pick up all of the flowers she can despite it slowing her down (Baghera helps her too).

Then when the group finally made it to the top of the dungeon, they discovered an elevator block that took them to the white QSMP room where other parents had also met with the spirits of their dead eggs, only it was now decorated with grass blocks around the room and some of Bobby's favorite things. Cucurucho then explained that Bobby was actually dead and once Jaiden and Roier agreed to take the 10 minutes with Bobby that Cucurucho offered, Cucurucho started to place cyan roses on the grass blocks around the room until a bunch of cyan roses encircled the room.

After Cucurucho had placed the flowers and everyone else left, the wall opened up so Roier and Jaiden could see Bobby, now sporting a halo. They spent their 10 minutes with Bobby and got even more time with him as everyone else got to come back and wish Bobby farewell.

Since that day, the cyan roses have become important to Roier and Jaiden with Jaiden using the roses she gathered from that day to decorate her sunset watching spot at the new base she made in Bobby's memory. While Roier has not added any new cyan roses around the house and castle, the cyan rose that they first found in front of the castle has remained untouched to this day. Other characters have also picked up on the cyan roses' connection to Bobby. Leonarda hung up a framed cyan rose on the wall of Bobby's tomb while she was building it and Richarlyson and Cellbit used cyan roses to decorate the cafe made in Bobby's honor, Star Bobby.

Speculation Time

At first the cyan roses seem to be just a simple decoration the admins added to add some beauty and symbolism to the day of Bobby's farewell but this still stand out as the first time a unique item has been linked to a character in such a way in the server. While a lot of the eggs have items associated with them, what makes the cyan roses stand out with Bobby is that Bobby had never been associated with cyan roses before. Bobby was associated with flowers since he and Jaiden have given each other flowers before, but Bobby had never interacted with cyan roses before from what I can tell. Yet, these flowers seem to be associated with Bobby's presence.

What recently clued me into the roses being more than just decoration was when Forever recently broke into a Federation base and discovered a cyan rose inside of a password protected chest. Why would the Federation keep a single flower like this protected?

While this could be a red herring, all the other previous clues make me believe that the roses were important for bringing back Bobby. Rubius recently said he came back as the angel for the first egg funeral because the Federation needed his help temporarily bringing the eggs' spirits back. The angel wasn't there for Bobby's death though. What Cucurucho did do before Bobby's spirit was revealed was place the cyan roses around the room, almost like a summoning circle. Perhaps the Federation figured out how to imbue the flowers with parts of Bobby's soul/essence. Going with the qsmp's theme of codes and computer simulations, maybe the flowers are connected to Bobby's code somehow.

Now I do not want to get anyone's hope up about a potential Bobby resurrection. Jaiden has a bunch of these flowers around her house and there's still no sign of Bobby, but I do think these flowers may hint towards the Federation's potential experiments with mortality/immortality. Just keep an eye out for anymore cyan roses popping up in connection to the Federation.

#qsmp #qsmp bobby #qsmp roier #qsmp jaiden #qsmp cucurucho #qsmp federation #qsmp analysis #qsmp theory #tell me if i need to add a tldr #or any other tags #qsmp cyan rose

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scarletlight-has-issues · 2 months

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Talk about being pinned to the wall haha

#the scarab #scarab the god auditor #fionna and cake #adventure time #If anyone notices the color symbolism I used for the pins I am kissing you directly on the mouth #tw blood #please tell me if I need to add any more trigger tags and I will do so immediately #scarlet speaks #scarlet draws #my art

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piichukaii · 1 year

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They're a bunch of weirdos your honour

and NOW. my versions of the redacted listeners. yippee!

SO. I LIKE FNAF, RIGHT? FOR A LITTLE WHILE, A BIT TOO MUCH.

there's a creator on tiktok by the name of @/bl00d_goddess, whose Y/N I ADORED bcz of the subtle personification without adding too many details to the persona, as well as allowing for a more gender neutral Y/N without just being. a bald head.

for me, i just see the listeners as ambiguous mannequins with some unique features to themselves, so I made THEM. im definitely going to do the other listeners, with different hairstyles and defining accessories and whatnot, but for now they're cute T v T.

i, as an artist, just love this concept for future projects bcz of how default it is. i also had another draft of babe, which was the original one,,,, but i wasn't satisfied with it cuz i was pushing it too much and adding too much persona, which is valid, but didn't match with the others, so i changed them!

edit: just to clarify before anyone asks, no those are not actual horns on angel. I envisioned their little "accessory" to be stylistic filter-like devil horns. like those filters on insta or snapchat or tiktok. i was supposed to add an extra halo with it but it looked too cluttered so i didn't go thru with that.

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maxthesillyy · 7 months

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based on the prompt: lies

YAYAY LITTLEPAW WHIPPAW COMIC FINALLY DONE :3 now i can do asks :333

if anybody has any questions you can straight up ask i dont find hiding lore fun/lh

whippaw belongs to @askwhipandcrackle

littlepaw and that Thing belong to me :3

@mommyclan

#if i need to tw/cw anything in here please tell me!!/gen #mommyclan #littlepaw #whippaw #wc oc #ill add any other tags later

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musiclover2732 · 7 months

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so i rewatched Dennis Takes a Mental Health Day and i decided to count how many times the word “system” is said. i counted fifteen (15) but there is a small chance that i double counted when he’s on the phone with Daisy cuz i got distracted. someone plz verify this number for me plz. if i double counted that one, then the number is fourteen (14) which would lead to a whole different post. but for now i’ll just talk about the prominence of “system” and not the number. it is said enough in the episode that we can assume it’s not just a coincidence and is certainly a callback to The D.E.N.N.I.S. System and the S.I.N.N.E.D. System. now Dennis’s systems for attracting both involve manipulation but they are very different and we can kinda see that reflected in his fantasy. he is very kind and understanding with the women he imagines. he apologizes frequently and tries to speak gently with them. most importantly he emphasizes how they are all victims of a system they did not create. he says this to the boba tea girl; they’re both victims of the system, specifically her, and he says that neither one of them created it. but he did create this imaginary system that she is the victim of in the same way he created the real D.E.N.N.I.S. System which women are victims of. and when Dennis does apply his system to get some girl just to torment and ultimately ditch her, we do feel bad for them and we do consider them victims of his system. by having Dennis apologize to this imaginary women for being victims of an uncontrollable system, this could be interpreted as him being aware that the way he treats women is shit and he feels guilty. he doesn’t go after any women in season 16. maybe he’s given up chasing women half his age but isn’t ready for women his age. i mean he’s gotten married and had a kid but neither of those normal domestic milestones kept him. he always goes back to the gang. then we have the S.I.N.N.E.D. System. it’s all about really building up and man then breaking him down into someone who’s just kinda putty in your hands. i mean there’s the obvious mommy issues/kink thing but ultimately it’s about reeling in and keeping a man long term. to use this system, you actually have to be interested in a man more than how the D.E.N.N.I.S. System just focuses on a single encounter and cutting ties completely. a man attracted by Dennis’ system isn’t a victim in this case. he is just a guy entering the dating phase of a relationship. the men Dennis encounters in his fantasy are similarly not treated like victims. Dennis is a little more annoyed with them specifically. he complains about the cop asking him to leave his car (a decision not enforced by a system but rather an individual), he gets very snappy with the phone store guy much more so than we see with the women employees, and of course he rips the CEO’s heart out. he does not feel bad for these men. men are not victims in his mind.

now if there were fourteen (14) instances of the word “system” being used in this episode i could make the obvious leap to Klinsky but for now this is all my brain could think of

#i feel like i’m just stating facts but it’s late rn #just wanted to get this out here cuz that ep makes me have Big Feelings and such #and i love to talk about dennis #i’m like one of those birds that gets a different egg in their nest and cares for that chick instead of its own chicks #yeah this is an anime blog but lemme tell you about my pathetic sopping wet son he was born in a cardboard box all alone #i have many thoughts on the other characters but this was at the surface of my mind cuz i just watched it #i had a different post in mind but this is slightly lighter #lemme know if i need to add any tw tags #dtamhd #dennis reynolds #it’s always sunny in philadelphia #iasip

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industria-adastra · 8 months

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Ideal Heaven (Let's become one in mind, body and soul)

Summary: To her, to love, and to act upon that love, was a very simple thing. Because there were exquisitely ugly beings in this world. Because she always knew best. And because she loved anyone and everyone, and because she knew anything and everything…

Kriemhild Gretchen’s love was overpowering, because she only wanted what was best for those whom she loved.

And Kriemhild Gretchen loved humanity.

L-O-V-E L-O-V-E

(Listen to me)

Note: I am held in a chokehold by Vampire Knight rn (It literally rearranged my brain chemistry as a kid) but it doesn't mean I can't write for other fandoms. Like PMMM. And for MadoHomu (kinda) Listen to DOKUZU by Nakiso for a better feel?

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Today, like every other day, was quiet. Below, the people rushed to get to their destinations, eager for another day of heaven. As always, their hair was perfectly styled, and perfectly coiffed. Their buttons shone and their eyes were glassy.

The sun shone brilliantly, the sky was a perfect blue, and the flowers were blooming—just like every other day. Nothing was out of place: the floor was as polished as a mirror, and the air was as clean as could be. Together, they breathed as one in unison; the air cycling through to be used again and again.

No one was sad, no one was angry. There was no suffering to be found in the empty expressions of her most cherished denizens. Mercy had been given freely, and the consequences had been clear to see.

The birds above in perfectly formed, perfectly trimmed trees sang in pitch-perfect harmony, and Kriemhild Gretchen was happy.

So, so, very happy.

It was a joy only amplified by the peace of the people.

She could feel the happiness of the people—a stagnant emotion like tar. It enveloped every one of them, coursing through their veins and pumping within their hearts. Subsuming them all to elevate their happiness to new heights. Their happiness fed hers, and so out of kindness she fed it right back to them, over, and over again—a negative feedback loop that would never end.

There was no sorrow, no malcontent, and certainly no monsters here. She’d cast the light down, swallowed the darkness and gave priceless salvation. Ugly things did not exist within Kriemhild Gretchen’s world, for neither was there a place for them, nor were they ugly anymore after her mercy. Only beautiful things existed within Kriemhild Gretchen’s world, shining gloriously as a testament to all the good she wrought with her mercy. Because from beauty came rapture, and from rapture came euphoria.

Euphoria meant happiness. Euphoria meant that nothing, nothing would ever colour her pristine world with dreadful, filthy despair again.

Their hearts beat together as one, steady, steady—light and free—and Kriemhild Gretchen knew that all was well.

(But down, down, down, deep below the surface, she could hear that irregular rhythm, all out of sync. And yet—

The world was perfect, perfect, perfect. Trees swayed gently, the vibrant colours dulling further and further as Kriemhild Gretchen dove deeper and deeper within her perfect world.

And yet still, opening the doors, travelling down the path within her steel-cage heart, she found a single blemish.

Not on her, of course. Kriemhild Gretchen was the perfect being who loved all. Her love brought salvation, but salvation had to be wanted. And yet, she supposed she could not blame this blemish within her. For it was that spot of corruption that taught her of the idea of “love”. Love, which was encompassing and all-powerful. Love, which she could take, take, and take.

A love that centred only on two.

For some odd, odd reason, warring with a part of her that screamed to purify that corruption, Kriemhild liked that spot within her. Somehow, she preferred her that way, imperfect and so lovely on her own—her little crow in a sea of doves.

That Girl was so strange. Some days, she wept. Some days, she screamed. Some days, she was almost just content—just enough to sink into Kriemhild’s loving embrace, staining her lovely, lovely skin before yanking herself out. A pretty little bird with contradictory feelings and actions.

Unbinding the chains, Kriemhild Gretchen gently pushed open the doors. Of course, not before ensuring her mask was picture-perfect. In earlier times, in her haste, Kriemhild often came in with the wrong shade of pink, or an unfortunate melted mess of some poofy pink dress amalgamated with neutral beige, or even with hair all too long and ribbons all too mismatched. She even practised her expressions too, moulding her “face” to suit those flashes of images of that other girl.

That being said, all those failures still wrought better behaviour than when she came in as herself.

Passing through those doors as if gliding on air, the Witch of Salvation beheld her one and only sinner. There she lay, sleeping on a bed of soft silk and flesh, eyes closed and her hands clasped over her chest. Kriemhild thought a delicate little crown might suit those elegant features, to complete this image—her own little sleeping beauty.

Slowly, slowly, Kriemhild crept closer; hands outstretched from the walls, closer, closer. She admired the black dress contrasting the pallor of her skin, head tilted as she stared. Yes, the Witch thought. Black truly did suit her slumbering doll.

Closer, closer, closer. Her hand moved to brush lightly against that girl’s cheek. Carefully, Kriemhild willed herself to simply grow out of the bed instead, painting legs on either side of the girl. Hands moved to open the crossed palms on her chest as the girl sunk deeper and deeper into slumber. Kriemhild went down, down, down, pressing her ear against that irregularly beating heart.

Thump, thump, thump. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.

A wonderful, sublime sound.

Fingers reached to trace a line from her jaw to her heart, talon-like nails skimming over the unprotected flesh of her neck—lamentably marred by a singular, savage bite. One hand slid between raven black strands of hair, tensed, waiting.

And then Kriemhild yanked.

The girl’s eyes snapped open in pain, shiny, dulling amethyst meeting with Kriemhild’s own brightly pink ones. At that, she grinned, ecstatic to see her most beloved sinner singularly focused on her. (What a terrible harbinger of salvation she was, having favourites. But then again, did prophets and apostles not exist?)

“Helloo~ Good morning!” Kriemhild’s hands moved to roughly cup the girl’s face, nails pressing on delicate skin. Her torso moved forward until their noses were only centimetres away from touching, still keeping that manic grin on her “face”.

“M— Mado…ka?” Her poor darling slurred, still ever so out of it. But it was oh so adorable, and all Kriemhild wanted to do was eat her, swallow her down, and meld the two of them until she stopped calling her by the wrong name.

But Kriemhild Gretchen was salvation and mercy personified, so instead, she giggled—a soft, tinkling sound that would reverberate within your ears. Over and over again. She wasn’t angry. No, no. Her little birdie just needed a little…reminder.

In low sotto voce, she responded, “Silly… You know that’s not my name, don’t you?”

And then, a kiss, for the pretty princess. Soft but intent, leaving no other option than for the spell to be broken. Kriemhild’s hands fisted black hair, entangling it within her fingers. The scent of roses filled the air. Then she drew back, watching the fog recede from those purple eyes.

“What’s my name?” Kriemhild calmly asked, seeing sparks flickering once more. The girl didn’t answer. The walls pulsed, contracting flesh and bone. Once, twice.

Thrice.

“Come on, I’m quite sure you know it by now, don’t you? I believe you’re smart enough to remember something as simple as that, right? Come now, say my name.” Kriemhild’s voice was poisonously sweet, a sign of her waning patience. Even a being as magnanimous as her was bound to have a limit to patience. Especially when it came to her name.

Eyes more red than pink bore down at the figure beneath her. She could hear that irregular heart, fluttering its wings like a hummingbird.

“My name, Dear.”

The girl’s eyes darted around, searching for something Kriemhild couldn’t see. Didn’t she know there was nothing here but Kriemhild and her? Nothing else but the two of them (forever, forever, forever). A small, pink tongue quickly swiped at chapped lips, before a light, airy voice came out. “Kriem—” She paused, taking a small glance at Kriemhild’s current, waiting expression. “Kriemhild Gretchen.”

As always these days, her words came slow, not quite the sharp blades they once were. It was indeed a testament to Kriemhild Gretchen’s own mercy and patience, to wait as long as she could. But the reward at the end was always worth it.

“Good girl!” Kriemhild was as quick as always to hand out praise, arms wrapping tight around a thin torso before she squeezed with suppressed euphoria. Little laughs trickled out from her mouth, muffled only by the fact that her face was pressed against the girl’s chest—deforming as it was right now. Minutes passed by before Kriemhild deemed herself safe from melting before her raven’s eyes.

Once again, her hands moved to cup her little birdie’s face before she spoke. “You’ve been becoming more and more of a good girl these days, you know? Before, it would always take such a long time for you to remember that I’m. Not. Madoka.” White noise hung in the air, buzzing with an intensity that only grew and grew.

Her name was Kriemhild Gretchen.

The girl only ever called her “Madoka” when unprompted.

Yes, Kriemhild Gretchen was mercy personified. Yes, she was the most perfect, pure being in this corrupted (now violently cleansed) world. Yes, she only ever did her best to turn this world into paradise. But Kriemhild Gretchen did not share.

These people, this girl most of all, were all hers, hers, hers.

(Because she loved her, and her little birdie loved her too but only through a mask, no matter how inelegant and diminutive it was. Kriemhild Gretchen loved with a ferocity that belied an all-consuming desire for her beautiful raven to love her madly, truly—to allow Kriemhild one day fully swallow her whole, subsuming her so she would never, ever leave. Never, ever cry once more. Kriemhild Gretchen loved this pitiful sinner of hers and no one would take her from Kriemhild.)

It took her much less time to notice the blood leaking from the girl’s nose, eyes, ears, and mouth. This time, she didn’t even have to be told by the drip drip drip of crimson life. Kriemhild shifted in the girl’s lap, noting the subtle wince at the changing weight. She must’ve twisted and broken her legs again.

Gently, Kriemhild wiped away the blood nearing those soft lips, smearing it on her knuckles and her raven’s fine-boned cheek.

What a pretty picture.

She kissed her again.

“You know you’re mine for all eternity, right?”

Her caged bird did not respond.

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Once, she held in her heart an ice-cold body, perfectly preserved in all its beauty. Mangled yet healing, Kriemhild’s hands held that small heart of her bird’s near her own makeshift body, wondering if she should simply eat it bit by bit or swallow it whole.

For some reason, she’d returned that glowing heart of purple glass back to its original body instead. Staring at the girl who should’ve only been another sinner to her, Kriemhild had not yet understood why she kept her—nor the three other bodies she’d consumed—inside her heart.

Yes, they’d come a long way from that moment.

And yet, and yet… It really wasn’t enough. Kriemhild could feel it in her very soul.

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That girl… No, “Homura”, was still not content within this world, within her.

How much longer until they would be one? How much longer would she come in, always hearing Madoka, Madoka, Madoka first? How much longer did she have to put up with that mask?

As she pondered those questions, Kriemhild Gretchen swallowed Homura deeper in, creating more doors, creating more thorny vines to keep her most beloved sinner. Perhaps Kriemhild Gretchen’s heaven was imperfect (and oh, how it stung to know so) for Homura. Perhaps Homura only needed to understand her more, by delving deeper into her world.

Perhaps, one day, she would no longer be called “Madoka” first.

And perhaps one day, her heart would not feel so empty.

(Three bodies in, and yet still Kriemhild wanted, wanted, wanted)

#my writing #pmmm #puella magi madoka magica #angst #akemi homura #homura akemi #fanfiction #madoka kaname #kaname madoka #kriemhild gretchen #bad ending #relationship study #cw: abuse #unhealthy relationships #please do tell me if I need to add any more warning tags #Another addition to the skin-crawl library #these girls make me want to chew on a leg

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newtoodles-dot-png · 1 year

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Yeah I like the silly object show sorry 😔

#ii mephone4 #mephone 4 #ii mephone4s #mephone 4s #ii fanart #inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity fanart #osc #osc art #newtoodles #god damm thats a lot of tags!!#if i need to add any (please no) tell me lol

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gremlinbean · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday

This weeks WIP Wednesday post comes from a Tim Drake-focused WIP I've had on the back burner for a couple of years now, adding to it as and when I feel like. I'm hoping posting this here and getting some feedback might encourage me to work on it more lol

Anyways, this part of the WIP is the direct aftermath of Tim getting kidnapped and slightly tortured, and happens in a universe where Tim did become Joker Junior, although it happens differently than in cannon here. The fic will also take place a couple years after Brucequest, and have Jaytim.

Anyways, WIP under the cut

When Tim finally woke up properly, rather than just the in and out moments of consciousness he occasionally had, he was in a hospital, judging by the sounds and smells around him. He... Last thing he could remember was the taser and his... memories. Maybe he heard Jason, his voice distorted by his helmet, but he couldn't be sure... Was probably his mind playing tricks on him. Although, he must have been rescued somehow. Else he wouldn't be here...

With a small sigh and more effort than he appreciated (morphine, his mind helpfully supplied), he opened his eyes to look around and confirmed that, yes, he was in a hospital. And, unsurprisingly, he was alone. That... Although it was to be expected - there was no way any of them were willing to visit him in hospital, except to reduce the chances of a publicity scandal - some part of Tim ached. He was used to being let down and alone, but still... Another sigh escaped him as he tried to get his body to move with him. He must have been out for a while - he didn't seem to have any of the after-effects of being tasered. That was good and bad he guessed. It meant he didn't have to deal with uncontrollable limbs, but it gave Bruce all the more reason to be disappointed and provided Damian with even more ammunition to cut Tim deep... Oh well. His head was too fuzzy for him to care. Besides, he had no reason to give a shit. He'd accepted a long time ago that he wasn't one of them, he acted as a solo vigilante more than a team player now (had since he returned with Bruce two years prior, if he were being honest), and he'd learnt how to be alone years ago. He didn't need them, just as they didn't need him. He would be fine. He-

"You're awake!" a familiar voice declared, informing Tim of the new presence in his room. He tensed, focusing on the doorway, where he found Bruce and Jason stood. Bruce, having been the one that had spoken, rushed forward, a frown tugging at his brow as he quietly asked, "Are you alright?"

That... Right. A quick glance at the nurse that had followed Bruce and Jason into the room told Tim all he needed to know. They weren't really there for him, he guessed, even as he faked a small, tired smile, they were there because they were expected to be. Well, Bruce was, so Jason's presence didn't make sense, but he was probably there on behalf of Alfred. The butler probably wanted someone to run interference so that Bruce wouldn't start on his lecture as soon as Tim woke up... With a barely perceptible sigh and a scratchy voice (damn, Tim hadn't realized how thirsty he was), Tim replied, "I... Fuzzy."

"That'd be the morphine, Mr Wayne," the nurse explained, carefully pouring a glass of water. As she did that, Tim attempted to pull himself upright, but he didn't get a chance to move. Instead, Jason stepped forward and, with a surprising amount of gentleness and care, helped him, adjusting the pillows so he was leaning against them. That... Tim's heart fluttered at that, but he scolded himself for it. Jason was just doing it to keep up the image and keep the nurse happy. He didn't give two shits about Tim... With a sigh, he accepted the cup the nurse held for him, taking it in shaky hands. For a second, it looked like Bruce was going to help him with it, but Tim was able to force his hands steady. He was already weak enough in Bruce's eyes, he didn't need to give the man any more reason to be disappointed... He-

"We have some tests we need to run, Mr Wayne. Are you feeling up to it?" the nurse asked, distracting Tim from where he'd been carefully sipping at the water. For a second, he hesitated, but he soon nodded. That earned him a soft smile from the nurse, before she ushered Bruce and Jason out of the room. That left Tim with just her, until the doctor arrived a minute later. With his umpteenth sigh since he woke up, Tim got ready for the usual uncomfortable tests...

#wip wednesday #tim drake #bruce wayne #jason todd #jaytim #i honestly don't know how to tag things #tell me if there are any tags yall think i need to add #tw torture mention #tw torture

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