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lgbtqtext · 7 days
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dead-rabbit-boy · 18 days
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I wanna be positive for once on this blog.
Shout out to schizospecs who:
-can't go off their meds for even a day
-are dangerous when psychotic
-carry around weapons to feel safe
- get intrusive thoughts
- don't have a support system
-aren't on meds
- are religious, but their religion impacts them negatively
-are paranoid 24/7
- haven't slept in a while
- are physically disabled
-get violent thoughts
- are easily triggered
- have a hard time masking
-can't mask at all
-are constantly dissociated
- age regress (in this case I'm talking involuntarily)
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3-2-whump · 1 month
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Rescue: The Informant, Part Three
Because You Want to See a Conclusion on This Story, Right?
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TW/CW: captive whumpee, imprisoned whumpee, torture aftermath, mention of religion (unspecified), degradation, implied noncon, not necessarily suicidal ideation but a morbid acceptance of death, uncertain fate of a character
The first thing he woke up to was the smell of smoke in the darkness. He stirred lightly on the concrete beneath him, cracking his eyes open and instantly regretting it. Smoke and heat were seeping through the crack at the bottom of the cell door, and there was already enough to sting his eyes and burn his lungs. He coughed, then wildly scrabbled his broken fingers against the collar on his neck, desperate to find a buckle or a clasp or something to unlatch it from the chain mounted above him. He heard the muffled sound of crackling flames, firing bullets, and screams beyond the door. His increasing panic made the collar and leash tighten like a noose, slowly choking him along with the smoke pouring in-
Wait, why are you fighting this? It’s over. His hands fell limply away from his neck.
It’s over. It’s finally over. This is how you die.
The closet grew hotter and stuffier with the fire encroaching and the smoke rising in, yet he was calm as he closed his eyes and positioned his sore body back-first against the wall. Never in his worst nightmares did he ever think he’d have to say the Liturgy of the Dead for himself, but a lot had transpired in merely two months, and his worst nightmares had come true.
I’m sorry, if You’re listening, he cried with his whole heart, I’m sorry I wasn’t enough. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. He opened his mouth and moved his lips reverently, his raspy voice soon following. “We gather here, Oh Great One, Divine, to mourn the passing of-”
The door broke down and interrupted his prayers. His eyes snapped open just in time to see an unfamiliar figure clad head to toe in black rush towards him. “Whumpee!”
Who?
Oh yeah, me! It had been so long since anyone had ever called him something other than ‘scum,’ ‘bastard,’ ‘fuck toy,’ ‘holes,’ etc., that he had almost forgotten his own name. The man crouching by his side pulled down his mask, showing him a familiar face he could not exactly recall. This man’s brows furrowed with concern as he brushed his tangled hair out of his eyes and cupped his face in his hands.
“You’re okay, we’re okay,” he murmured, “I’m getting you out of here.” The man’s eyes flashed towards the chain bolted to the wall above them, then to the collar on Whumpee’s throat. He turned his head and yelled outside the door. “Hey! Bring me the axe!”
Another man, Lieutenant, came in wielding a heavy, suspiciously red and wet-looking axe in both hands, pausing as he rushed to the first man’s side. “What the –Leader, what happened to him?”
Leader? Team Leader? Unbidden memories of a friendly face smiling at him and comforting arms holding him close flooded Whumpee’s mind.
“Swing at the wall where the chain is mounted,” Team Leader directed. 
Another friendly face and set of comforting arms flickered across Whumpee’s mind. “W-wait, where’s Caretaker?” he murmured. “He’s one of them, but-”
Team Leader shushed him. “We know, we know. Save your strength. Let’s worry about you right now, okay?” Notably, he didn’t look Whumpee in the eye.
“But, Caretaker-”
Two well-directed swings of the axe were all it took to sever the chain from the wall. Without wasting any time at all, Team Leader scooped Whumpee into his arms. “-Is fine. He’s fine,” he insisted, hoisting him up to a standing positon. Again, he could not meet Whumpee’s eyes. “Now, can you walk?” Team Leader asked, casting a concerned look to his mangled feet.
Is this a dream? Am I dead? Is any of this really happening? This is a lot to take in.
Whumpee tiredly shook his head. Wordlessly, his captain took the axe out of the big guy’s hands and slung it over his shoulder as Lieutenant picked up Whumpee gently to carry him. “Let’s get the hell out of here,” Team Leader said. “We got who we came for.”
Against the chest of the bigger man who carried him, Whumpee let his eyes close and his body relax. Whether this was a hallucination before death, or an actual rescue, at least it meant this nightmare was over. That was enough for him right now.
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silly-ehggy · 6 months
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I think she would go to church but that's just me
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some ppl: religious trauma isn't real, it doesn't do anything- me, pulling out Generation Loss, Passerine, and MANY other GUT WRENCHING medias: explain this then fUCKERS-
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shadestar413 · 2 months
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I have the stupidest fucking theory on how Crime and Punishment works and it’s literally just me spitballing
So like. Fyodor is a very religious man as we know, and he’s a good couple hundred years old at the minimum
Now I’m delving into my vague religious knowledge a little I’m curious if it works something similar to the Curse of Cain. The context of the curse is basically he killed his brother right, and the Lord cursed him like if anyone harmed him the curse came back to hurt them seventh fold, he’d be forever a wanderer and that he’d have trouble cultivating the ground as he once had dominion over the plants, jealous over Abel’s favor with God with his lamb rather than Cain’s hard worked harvest.
Some ways to interpret it as well, is that the earth was cursed to Cain because it drank of his brother’s blood, hmm… sounds familiar? Of course vampires were also a valid fear at the time Fyodor met Bram but I wonder if there was something more to it?
Additionally the mark/curse wasn’t just a punishment as Cain almost was fine with people killing him because of the mark but God basically said yeah no you’re protected whoever kills you gets it bad mega. It was a protection and a blight.
Additionally, in Crime and Punishment itself, Rodion had a sister that he loved dearly. Asagiri doesn’t mind changing the story for a bit, so I wonder if Fyodor had a sister, murdered her, and was cursed with his ability in turn, walking the earth for eternity and that’s why he wants all abilities to be gone. His example of a god may have given him his ability but if he were to take them all away he would be God in turn.
This made more sense in my head but I hope this makes sense???
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sparklywatercolors · 5 months
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Not my mom bringing up that shit again for me to forgive grandma so she can go to heaven. Apparently my forgiveness covers all sins. Am I a deity then??? 😭 Shut the fuck up it ain't gonna work 😂
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nobodysdaydreams · 11 days
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Are you Christian? hope that doesn't sound accusatory
Anon. I love you, but please know there is no possible way to drop into a stranger’s ask box anonymously demanding to know personal information (age, sex/gender, sexual orientation, race, ethnicity, religion, nationality, diagnoses, etc.) without sounding somewhat accusatory or at the very least a little nosey (because why do you need to know that), but reading your disclaimer did make me smile despite my apprehension regarding this inquiry, so I appreciate you adding that in.
This is also a weird one because I genuinely don’t know what answer you are hoping for or if you’re just curious and enjoy dropping into people’s inboxes to ask if they’ve heard the good word of Jesus Christ which I have to admit, is an interesting strategy though not one I’d recommend. I was gonna answer this anon with something like “what are you a cop?” Or “come back with warrant” (classic) but then upon reflection, realized I should probably clear some stuff up in case you are confused. So, uh, to answer the question, yes, I am, though that will require some explanation as religion is not really what this blog is for. This blog is where I dump my hyperfixations, rants about life, links to my fanfics, and maybe make a few friends along the way. Some of the media I engage with like Narnia happens to be Catholic/Christian, or have Christian themes, or be popular in Christian circles, but that’s more coincidental. This blog really has no clear organization at all, I just see stuff I like or personally identify with, reblog, and that’s that, so it’s mostly fandom content, but stuff on neurodivergence and disability slips in a lot because I identity with a lot of it and happen to know a fair amount about it, so it makes sense to have it on my blog from time to time.
Now, I believe you might be coming into my ask box to ask about this because I recently started following and reblogging a few posts from Christian content creators. The reason for that is ironically similar to the reason I got this blog in the first place. I had no one irl to talk about fandoms and hyperfixations with, and people didn’t want me talking about them irl, so I came here to do that, met a lot of nice people, we rant about fandoms together, it’s a good time. Currently, I’m not around people irl who are Christian, so I’ve started coming here for that too, and it’s worked out pretty great. Met some nice people, talked about headcanons and such, found a few neurodivergent Christians and the intersectionality is nice, mostly good stuff.
The one issue I ran into was that a good number of my established followers and mutuals have religious trauma or don’t like religion very much, so to be sensitive to that, I tag every reblog of a religious post “tw religion” or “tw religion mention” so that they know to block the tags if they don’t wanna see it, and then I save my long rants on Christian headcanons and stuff like that for private DM’s and discord conversations with mutuals who are interested in that. It’s just something I do to try to be respectful and acknowledge that while this is something that’s brought a lot of joy and positivity in my life, not everyone has experienced it that way, and they might not want to see that on their dash, and it can be genuinely triggering for people.
But while this seemed like a good idea at the time, I now realize why you probably feel the need to ask about my religious background, which is why I feel obligated to answer your question. Because… most people who reblog posts with “tw religion” have something to say against it, but people who like religion will just reblog the post. Which I now realize, upon reflection, leads to a lot of Christian creators getting notifications like “uh oh! Someone reblogged your art with the hashtag “tw religion” wonder what rant they have against you” and then they check and it’s just me going “wow nice art, Happy Easter and God Bless You, you’re incredibly talented 🥰, and also TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS CONTENT!” and on the flip side it’s also probably weird for everyone who sees the hashtag “tw religion” and is like “haha…nice. A rant against faith. I gotta see this!” only to click on the post and see some really well drawn art of Jesus and the children with a ton of positivity. So um… sorry for confusion?
To make a long story short, yes, I’m Christian, but this blog is mostly fandom content, that’s why I created it and that’s what I’m here for. I do incorporate a lot of Christian themes in my fic writing just like I incorporate elements of my neurodivergence into my writing as well, but my writing is not explicitly Christian, anyone can enjoy it. You’re allowed to like things by different groups that you are not part of while still not completely agreeing with everything that particular group believes. I promise it’s okay, that’s how humans work, none of us will ever think completely alike, but we can still enjoy each other’s stuff sometimes. I promise the world won’t end because you liked a fanfic where I wrote Nicholas’ speech to Martina about forgiveness and how she’s still a good person to parallel God’s mercy and love for us, you can still like it and like the message while not agreeing with my idea of who God is or that there even is a God at all. Most if not all the characters in Wolf 359 are atheists, and I still enjoy the podcast (though I will note before people come in my comments about this, yes, there is obviously some nuance to this atheism as canonically Minkowski is culturally Christian, Doug kinda knows the our father and probably got dragged to church on Christmas/his birthday and Easter at some point, Daniel Jacobi’s name has Jewish origins so the character likely has some Jewish background, Maxwell is ex-evangelical, Hera strikes me as spiritual but not religious, Cutter and Pryce are atheists who left religion but kept all the toxic parts so they could make themselves gods, and this last one actually has no canon evidence whatsoever, but I firmly believe that Kepler is specifically agnostic not atheist, and he goes out of his way to emphasize this by saying stuff like “due to the limits of the human mind, we can never really know the truth about the big picture” or something like that, but I know he has a speech about it. No disrespect to my agnostic followers, but unfortunately I think Kepler would do this).
That tangent aside, I will end by saying this. I have all sorts of people following this blog: Christians, atheists, people of other faiths, members of the LGBTQ+ community, neurodivergent folks, BIPOC, and more, and they followed me for my unhinged rants and fandom content. They didn’t come here to have their identities and beliefs bashed, and due to the fandoms I am in, many of them are also minors. And I am so, so, scared about what my reply to this anon might bring to this blog, no matter the answer, so let me be very clear: if you use this post, or any of my posts, to spread hate and negatively towards anybody, you’re blocked. I have already done this a few times when I’ve seen it around tumblr. If you think it was a mistake, let me know, but I’m not exposing my young followers to that. That’s not gonna help anybody, and there are so many better things you could be doing with your time.
With that said, if the tagging system is not working out, and you’d prefer I put the religious stuff on a side blog my non-Christian followers can block while still enjoying my usual content on the main, I can do that too. Whatever makes it easier for y’all.
*this would be a bummer, because I just hit an even 200, which is tricky to do when all you got is two of the tiniest fandoms alive and not much else. But look after yourself, I wish you well, and I’ll get over it.
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imsosocold · 11 months
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Viewing Belos’s religious fanaticism with the philosophies of determinism and dramaturgy in mind only made me appreciate his character more. 
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caseyisaloser · 10 months
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I'm dying to make headcanons about Jak as a Muslim-raised Murdersim fan myself since I've almost never see any of em here and tbh religion is like a part of my culture and upbringing. Please send your questions or suggestions through reply or reblogs!! (I hope I'm not misrepresenting his character?)
It's also confirmed that Jak is from an Islamic family although he isn't religious himself. I'd also be happy to answer any questions on writing a culturally Muslim character. I understand not every Muslims/Ex-Muslims/Agnostic Muslims aren't all the same so it really depends!
Personally, I like to think even Jak wouldn't ever eat pork like.. ever. This happens commonly among irreligious Muslims and ex-muslims, too. When you get told eating pork is like, the biggest *sin* ever and the Muslims around you would look down on you for eating it, so you just won't eat it.
So ig imagine if Strade from BtD was serving his own homemade pork schnitzel to Jak and he's like "ahhh but it's pork tho ):", Strade would be like "Oh yea I forgot ur a muslim lol silly me oopsies"
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enigmasalad · 8 months
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Janus: I went to church with Patton this past Sunday and I didn’t even get any fucking wine. All they had was grape Juice.
Logan: you went to church…just to drink?
Janus: oh what else am I going to do? Read the Bible? Sing little songs? Shake people’s hands?
Virgil: you could try catching on fire and dying you piece of shit.
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thenightsystem · 19 days
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was no one going to tell me that religious protecters were a thing?
was no one going to tell me that we actually did have religious trauma and i wasnt just making it all up??
-host
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systemtermz · 2 months
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Does anyone wanna learn about the Antarctic blood falls and calm down. It looks really cool and it’s high iron is what makes it look so much like blood. Something like that may have been what caused the blood water that happens in the biblical plagues on Egypt :D stuff like that would also explain the bugs, animals, and possibly the deaths. That means the plagues might be possible to have actually happened :D though that’s not the only theory as to what could have caused the plagues. A series of natural disasters is the most common I believe.
-Sire
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silly-ehggy · 11 months
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He did guys hes not lying
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me the moment deities or religion are so much as hinted at in my own world building: hmmm... but what if they were Jewish?
brain: this actively contradicts several important plot points, in addition to lacking any basis in tropes of the genre or precedence in reality
me: hmmmm...
The Torah has been added to Unnamed World (23)'s inventory.
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yooniesim · 4 months
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(tw death, grief, remembrance, religion mention)
My father is still not laid to rest bc of the incompetence of the hospital and two different funeral homes... he passed on the 11th and it's now the 28th... I know it's just his body, but it feels so disrespectful for it to still be in a cold morgue... every day I speak with different people that seem to have no idea what's going on or what we discussed just the day before... I know it's the Christmas season but this is just so unacceptable...
But instead of thinking about his body I choose to remember him how he was... he may not have always done right by me, but I know at his core he was a kind soul that would never intentionally harm anyone... a charismatic, loving man, with an undeniable love of the Lord, and although I didn't share his faith, he was a true Christian that only put love into the world rather than hate, and accepted everyone as they were no matter their race, gender, religion, or sexuality... he was a musician that put the love of music in me, and always enjoyed what I shared with him even though it was the opposite of his preferred Christian rock LOL... he had love for everyone around him whether they were family or not, and embraced our multicultural family with all he had... he always wanted me to have a good relationship with everyone, to see the good in people even when they did us wrong... he was the balance in my creation to my mother's anger and aggression that gave my soul empathy and kindness... neither of them were able to give me the childhood that parents should, and yet I still see both of them in myself somehow... at least he tried more than she did, and had better reasons for his actions... these days I try to remember him when anger rises in me to help quell it, because he was such the opposite of an angry person... he was so soft spoken i never once heard him raise his voice, or say an off word to anyone... we were twins that looked almost identical except he had a beard and I don't... we have the same smile that makes our eyes disappear, the same face, the same hair... and the same awkward mannerisms lol at least half of my neurodivergence came from him... part of him lives on in me in a way, and i keep thinking about it whenever I catch myself smiling. We had a complicated relationship and I still don't understand some of the things he did when it came to my childhood, but it doesn't matter now. There's no use dwelling on regret and lost time. I hope that he's at peace now and if the version of God he believed in exists, that he is with him. If anyone deserves heaven, I think it would be him. I hope we can lay him to rest soon.
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