#I WAS BORN ; DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT PEOPLE SAY (DASH)

[daemiurges]

    I'm assuming someone got SENT an anon claiming their OC or character is a Mary Sue, so I'll just say... Back on deviantart in 2006, Mary Sues were female characters that were automatically close with canon characters, the canon characters loved them, AND they could outdo most canon characters. They were also a Mary Sue if all the canon characters hated them unreasonably.

    Basically, it was a term aimed at teenage fans trying to make self inserts or their own OCs and trying to curb their enthusiasm and creativity. And it pretty much was never used against male characters, unless they were gay. When I created Neerco back then I was petrified of getting the label, so I only had him interact with my own OCs. Which made it more difficult to actually figure out HOW he'd interact with Sonic characters now.

    TL;DR, fuck them haters, embrace your creativity, and accept constructive criticism from people you know rather than shitty anonymous cowards 💅

[mwagneto]

hungarian/nomadic magyar tumblr circa 998AD dashboard simulator

🏞️ vándor-ló-979 Follow

not yall still spreading emese's foundation myth??? she literally claims she fucked a bird????? like either she's lying or she cheated and she's trying to cover it up or well. i dont even want to consider the third option

🪺 magánügyek Follow

tengri forbid women do anything???

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🦅 szél-könnyű-szárnyán-szállj Follow

okay im sick of the discourse let's do this.

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🐎 istván-rovására Follow

that took so long lmao -> !!!!!!!∧◇ᛏ⋈∧

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🐴 csillagösvény Follow

i'm so serious rn if you support """istván""" in any way just unfollow and block me. we do NOT need him or his dumbass god and what he's been doing to our people to spread his religion is shameful.

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

btw we all know your real name is vajk stop larping as a christian it's EMBARRASSINGGGG

✝️ esztergom-örökké Follow

love seeing my mutuals reblogging this /s anyway op has multiple posts on their blog supporting quartering and human sacrifice. in case you were wondering. anyway stand with István

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

1) we dont even do human sacrifices, are you fucking stupid??? show me ONE post where i talk about that. 2) are you seriously forgetting that your bestie istván LITERALLY QUARTERED HIS UNCLE?????

#sorry to put this dumbass on the dash😭 dont even engage just block them #ur not making it up the tree of life lmao #discourse

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🌅 bolygó-kárpáti Follow

friendly reminder that just because you're white passing doesn't mean you're not a real magyar!! people with mixed parents are just as valid <3

🏇 attila-népe Follow

cranky coz ur ancestors decided to mix with the europeans arent you

🧺 lemezelő Follow

isnt your girlfriend literally frankish????

🏇 attila-népe Follow

you had to have done some serious stalking to find that💀 and first of all i didn't have a choice, my parents picked the tribe, and second of all she's not my "girlfriend" i got her via ritual kidnapping (WITH consent. before anyone gets weird)

🌐 a-kiber-kovács Follow

Couldn't you have kidnapped another magyar woman? Or someone from another mongoloid tribe?

🔅 hadúrsimp Follow

ohh sure so now human pet guy is gonna chime in to advocate for the kidnapping of our women while being lowkey racist. what are you even doing on nomadblr????

🌅 bolygó-kárpáti Follow

what the fuck happened to my post

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🪔 rakabonciás Follow

for the nth time, you're only a true shaman if you were born with teeth OR with extra fingers OR in the sac. the rest of you are faking & we can tell.

🦅szél-könnyű-szárnyán-szállj Follow

okay people keep spreading this but this is literally just wrong?? like congrats on the 6 fingers op im glad u and Little Golden Father have a special connection (genuinely) but like. táltos and sámán and mágus and garabonciás and javas etc are all different things with completely different requirements and life paths which you should definitely know if you're claiming to be one?? especially since your post says shaman but you're listing the criteria for a táltos, and your username looks like a play on garabonciás so. which is it🤔 maybe get your facts in order before trying to gatekeep

anyway don't listen to op!! your connection to the Upper World is yours alone and you're the best judge of what the Fathers and Mothers want your path in life to be!!

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🛐 mea-culpa Follow

It breaks my heart that the majority of my people still refuse to see the One True God and insist on sticking to their pagan spirits. I fear that when judgement day comes, we will all be wiped out thanks to their foul godless ways.

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

how tf am i godless when i literally have dozens of gods? little mothers and little fathers are in everything all around us & it must suck ass to live in a world where you're not surrounded by the small gods that inhabit everything. manifesting that the fene and the guta tag team beat your ass tonight

🔅 hadúrsimp Follow

hadúr will literally strike op down personally. he told me himself. whispered it to me sweetly even

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

while i agree with you, i feel like you might also have ulterior motives, nomadblr user hadúrsimp

#but live your truth! doubly so on the posts of these freak repressed bible lovers. meanwhile on the #COOL side of magyarhood we walk around butt ass naked!!! op have fun never experiencing joy ever again tho #discourse

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👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

posting from an alt so i don't get cancelled but lowkey i'm starting to think koppány was right.... maybe this christianity thing isn't gonna work out after all

👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

WRONG BLOG

👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

THIS WAS A JOKE. IGNORE THIS

🪺 magánügyek Follow

ISTVÁN????????????? 💀

[thesleepyfable]

~ SWTD: Still Here AU Season 2 Part 4: ~

Farther and Son:

So, I'm back at work full-time now that Christmas is over, and I'm not sure how often chapters will be posted. Hopefully, once a week.

Tw: Coma.

'What did the doctors say?'

'They put Tommy through the Scale Assessment,' Jennifer explained with tears running down her face and smearing her makeup. 'Fifteen is mild. Three, you're practically brain-dead.' She paused. Her shoulders twitched. Jennifer whimpered. Addair wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and without a second thought, she nestled into him and began to weep. 'He only scored a seven.'

Addair's body went cold. His heart stopped. His eyes widened, and he, too, began to cry. He was going to lose his eldest son, who had just finished his GCSEs and wanted to join the Army, was now fixed to a hospital bed and being fed through a tube. The man looked at his hand, where skin was peeling from his palm and fingers from a lifetime of manual labour. They were unsightly to look at, even before his infection, but they carried so many memories.

Tommy's birth came to mind. He remembered the day he was born. When he was able to hold him in his hands. Only six pounds with a small tuft on blonde hair. Addair, who was already balding, joked about how they had matching hairstyles.

The happiest day of his life. Today, a nightmare.

'What is that, Sarge?'

'I don't know.'

'What should we do?'

'I don't know.'

Possibly the only pair of police officers in the village, followed Addair from the safety of their car. Addair didn't acknowledge them and just kept moving forward. He only had one destination, and nothing was going to stop him.

Braemar looked like a ghost town. Addair's arrival caused everyone to hide in their homes and lock the doors. But, they were curious, especially the children. Nothing happened in a place that had a population of less than a thousand people. Eyes watched Addair from the windows with a mix of awe and fear. They had no idea what he was. But they had realised he wasn't giving anyone a moments notice. He didn't try and climb over the buildings to make a quick exit or sink his tendrils into pavement, but instead, he moved lightly, which made him slow. To the locals, he looked like a monster, but he didn't act like one.

Thankfully, Addair was moving so slowly that Caz and Roy easily caught up in the car. Roy pulled up, allowing Caz to jump out and dash down the icy pavement. Why didn't the council put grit out?

Caz didn't need to sense Addair. He could see the English cunt turning down to the right. He was just following the main road out of town. Not even thinking about the police, Caz ran past them. His foot lost its grip, and he collided with a lamp-post but quickly found his balance and pushed himself up.

'Addair?!' He stopped, turned, and stared down at Caz. 'Addair, what the fuck are you doing?' He didn't answer. Caz felt his anger rising. 'Don't just stare at me. Answer my fuckin' question. You think you can just wander off and go wherever the fuck you want-'

'I'm going to see my son!'

'You just saw your sons!'

'Tommy,' Addair snapped. 'I'm going to see Tommy!'

Caz's face fell. The 'dream' came creeping back into his mind. He replayed it in his head, and the pieces fell into place. It wasn't a dream. It wasn't a memory. That was Addair's thoughts. How he thought that day played out. Caz, somehow, in his sleep, saw into his mind.

'He could die, and you want me to hide away in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere?!' Now knowing his name and that he can talk, the locals listened. They were curious. 'I don't care what I look like, and I don't care what they think. My face could be on the front of every newspaper, but nothing is stopping me from seeing him.'

Caz didn't reply. He was shocked. As much as he didn't like Addair, his feelings were justified because if he was in his position, Caz would do the same. He'd end the world for his girls. If being infected meant Cait and Maidie would be safe, he'd jump head first into the mass. He was one of the crew members who didn't know about Tommy.

'So,' the younger police officer stepped out of the car, along with the Sarge. They didn't get close. 'There's more of you lot?'

'No.'

'But he has a son?'

'He's human.'

'He is?'

'Yes.'

'What the fuck happened?'

'Long story. Look,' Caz sighed. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. 'I'll take care of this, and we'll get out of your way, aye?'

'Aye,' the Sarge was quick to reply. He was an older man who clearly didn't want any change in his village. 'Just go before some eejit newspaper gets here.'

Addair turned to leave. Caz quickly grabbed what he could of his arm.

'No.'

'Didn't you just-'

'If you want to go to London, then you're not walking there, and you're not going by yourself.' There was a pause as Addair's face softened, then he slowly formed a smile. He really wasn't going to get away from Caz or anyone from Beria. This really was his new reality.

'Prick,' he chuckled.

Roy's finger tapped the steering wheel with a cigarette tightly pursed between his lips, waiting for something to go wrong. He audibly sighed when Caz got back into the car with Addair following, but he kept his guard up when he saw the police. He wasn't insured to drive, and as much as he loved Caz, he wasn't going to join him in jail.

'Alright?'

'Yeah,' Caz groaned. 'I think we're-'

The car rattled. Addair wrapped a tendril around the vehicle and hoisted it in the air, and began walking back for the farm.

'Addair, you fuckin' cunt, we can drive!' He didn't answer and just kept walking. 'I know you can hear me, Addair. Addair - Oh, Jesus Christ...!'

[alifeasvivid]

Let me be very, very clear.

England and America's caregiver/ward-charge-""~son~"" relationship (as it kind of relates a lot to this post) is only interesting to me at all if they end up in a romantic/sexual relationship later and not because I think it's incest because it is not that (.that's not a thing in hetalia. even if it was, America is not "blood" related to England. England has actual brothers, we know what that looks like. the implications born out of England being his colonies' "father" give me the ick.)

It's interesting to me in the sense of America having "been in love" with England for his entire existence and England being basically the only one with that caregiver view of the relationship. America definitely wanted to be England's wife and/or husband from the time he was very wee smol and England laughed indulgently and said of course, of course and thought it was "cute" at the time, but America was dead fucking serious about it and never really stopped being so.

Even England thinking that he is/was a caregiver to America is a retcon in his own mind because he definitely was just the world's worst babysitter. He's painting a better picture of himself by claiming that he gave America the world on a string and nursing his own ego over America giving him the finger and demanding independence. He liked knowing America was out there, across the sea, loving him and always being happy to see him, but he was never there. Not even at the end (rainy battlefields be damned, he was way too busy with more pressing matters).

The fact that England is so much older than America but they end up at very similar ages in the modern day so that England is suddenly forced to see America as an adult and equal in a way that isn't the same old "older adult sees 18 year old as 'grown up' for the first time', is just... I dunno it's very unique to them as far as I've encountered and I can never properly articulate just exactly what I mean by this. It's a vibe. I've only ever gotten the full experience of it from a few artists/writers.

Let me be even more clear: in my mind, as far as Hetalia goes, America declared independence, yes for himself primarily, but also because England wouldn't see him as an adult and specifically because he wouldn't see him as a potential partner.

I understand where people find the idea of them having a father/son relationship sort of warm and sweet (esp face family) and/or sort of dark and twisted (they're too alike in all the wrong ways). I get it. And I go out of my way to respect people who don't ship them. If a post says "don't tag as ship" I don't tag it as ship... and if it's not tagged when it comes across my dash and it's not overtly shippy, I check OP's tags and honor that. So let's just be clear. If you interpret a post of mine as them having a familial relationship, keep your mitts off of it, capiche?

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

when you get this, answer with five mutuals you love and why! then send to five other people <3

I know what you're thinking... am I really going to tag 15 moots because I got this ask 3 times? The answer is fUCK YEAH

@dontirrigateme I'm gonna start with the one who started it all for me!! Thank you for being the one that got me into BoB and obsessing over them with me all the time 😂 you're honestly an amazing human being and I am so SO grateful I get to call you my sibling!!!

@executethyself35 ALEXI!!!! One of my number one supporters and only one I'm ok sharing Luz with!! You're an amazing human being and I love your chaotic energy 🤣

@ewipandora Ewi !!!!!!!! We don't talk enough but that doesn't mean you're not one of my fav moots to see around!!! You honestly seem like such a kind and sweet persoN WE NEED TO TALK MORE!!!!

@ithinkabouttzu Maaaaacccc!!!! I love getting to talk to you and your writing is INCREDIBLE!!! You are always so kind and encouraging and you mean the world to me!!!

@ronsparky Jess you lovely human!!! I know we don't talk a lot but seeing you in my notes always makes me smile!! Thank you for being my moot and always being so kind and supportive!!

@love--persevering VASILISA YOU GORGEOUS HUMAN!!!!!! I know we don't talk too much but it always means the world to me whenever I see your name pop up!! Thank you for always being so encouraging and kind and lovely and everything in between !!!!

@ronald-speirs MARINE!!!! We've just started talking more and I'm so glad we have!!!! You are so incredibly kind, uplifting, warm, and just all around a wonderful person!! Thank you for being my moot and I can't wait to talk to you more!!

@thicccqueyoongimin Laraaaaaaaaa!!!!! I will never forget reading your ship request and thinking "did I write this in my sleep" 🤣 I love how alike we are and how much we just vibe!!! Thank you for understanding me and my/our obsession with Winters and Liebgott 😝💖

@panzershrike-pretz PRETZ MY BELOVED!!!! You were the first person in the fandom I actually traded discords with so we could talk more!!! Thank you for always having amazing chaotic energy and also your ocs are always so cool and intricate!!!!! You're an incredibly kind and lovely human and I'm so grateful we're moots!!!!

@blueberry-ovaries Mads!!! I know we don't talk a lot but it always makes my heart happy to see you pop on my dash and in my notes!!!! You always have something nice to say and your charts/rankings give me life 🤣💕

@xxluckystrike BLU!!!!! You were one of the first people I wrote a request for!!! We don't talk a lot but we need to talk more!! You are such a kind and lovely person and it always makes me smile when I see your name pop up ❤️✨

@sweetxvanixlla Vani!!!!! I think you were the first person in the fandom to tag me in something like a tag or ask game!! I know it's silly but that first time being included just meant the world to me, thank you for being such a kind and lovely human and including me that first time 💖

@neptunes-blue Aaaaaaa my HBO War Secret Santa!!! The Winters art you made was ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE!!!!!! Thank you so much for being my moot and creating art that is just STUNNING 🥰💕❤️✨

@b00ks1ut Rachel!!! I know we don't talk a lot but seeing your name in my notes always makes me smile!!! thank you for always being kind and encouraging!! We need to talk more ❤️❤️

@hanniewinnix Ok so this is gonna be really silly but I will never forget posting the first chapter of Should've Been Born Later Nix and seeing that you reblogged it with a tag llike OMNOMNOM like it honestly made my day and just meant the world to me!!!! Thank you for always being so sweet and supportive love!!! We gotta talk more!!!!!!

Aaaaaaa I feel like I repeated a lot of adjectives but truly y'all are the kindest, sweetest, most supportive and encouraging people I've ever talked to and even if we don't talk/don't talk a lot please know I love you sosososososo much and my messages are ALWAYS open!!! 💖❤️💕🥰💝

[the-sparrow-sings]

So I'm playing Fable 2 again and I'm making my new Sparrow everyone's porblem.

(Under cut so I don't clog everyone's dash)

She's essentially the same as my Classic Sparrow (murder girl raised as a living weapon, generally a Hero but becoming corrupted by the choices she feels forced to make and the weight of her responsibility), BUT with two differences.

New Sparrow was a born Villain. I've decided to headcanon that in THIS version of the Fable Universe, Archon Blooded Siblings are always a Hero and a Villain; the level of Hero/Villain each of them are varies, but that's what I decided to go with.

Now, Rose in this AU would have been a Heroic Hero, but Sparrow was a born villain - she has a darkness inside of her (inspired by the Baldur's Gate 3 Dark Urge) that gives her a proclivity for darker things, which is why she engages with The Temple of Shadows, but she isn't willing to go as far as to annihilate Oakfield - at least not that early in her journey. She learns after going back to Bowerstone for the first time in a decade that she has a hefty desire for praise, thus she indulges in all the pageantry of heroism, while feeding her darkest desires as privately as she can.

She met her husband in Westcliff; initially she planned to just use Lez to open the Oakfield Demon Door and then Sacrifice him to the Shadows, but he grew on her during the journey from Westcliff to Oakfield (the male Thug voice model says "Woof Woof" if you praise the dog in front of him, and for that reason he lives lol) and she decided to keep him around. They have a daughter together, Libby, who inherited Sparrow's evil and her father's aggression. She visits them often, and was a doting mother while Libby was a baby. She loved that she could come home covered in blood and he would not only not run in fear, but be incredibly attracted to her. (One of his sex lines is "Big and strong, just how I like 'em!" which is great, because I had Accuracy and Physique almost maxed out before she even went to the spire. Lez knows what he's ABOUT.)

It's actually her family that inspires Sparrow to start buying up properties and businesses to build an empire; she wants her family to want for nothing. (1000 gold upkeep!)

In The Spire, she discovers that she can indulge her sadomasochistic tendencies and be rewarded for it. Were it not for her intense drive to destroy Lucien, she may have turned on Garth to remain there - she had genuinely bonded with The Commandant (having been raised by Theresa essentially as a vengeance fueled living weapon, this Sparrow was well suited to Spire life).

After the Spire, the first thing she does is reunite with her family; obviously Libby has grown. She remains a doting mother right up until Lucien murders her family.

After defeating Lucien, Sparrow chooses to wish her family back, mostly because she cannot live without her dog...but she never visits her husband and daughter again.

She hopes the world will forget that they exist. If her enemies believe she doesn't care about them, maybe this time they will be safe. (She maintains their upkeep in secret).

This Sparrow turns to Reaver for solace and companionship in much the same way my OG Sparrow does, with the added caveat of him being one of the few people aware that her original husband and daughter are still alive. This extends to Sparrow taking up Reaver's offer to help her become immortal, like him (which "sadly", due to Theresa's interference, does not stick).

For Libby's role in the extended Lore, she grows up jaded and angry - she learns that her mother isn't dead like her father claimed; in fact, she's the queen of fucking Albion. Libby eventually becomes a Bandit Queen in her own right, a fully Villainous Hero.

Now, canonically, since Fable 3 takes place 50 years after Fable 2, Sparrow has to be between 50 and 60 years old when Logan and the HoBW are born (which is part of why I headcanon that she extended her life like Reaver did), while she was 18 when Libby was born. As such, Libby is considerably older than Logan. If Logan was 25 during the events of Fable 3, Libby is 35 years older than him, and is 60 during that timeline.

I like the idea of Logan meeting Libby shortly after Sparrow's death, fighting her as the new King of Albion VS The Bandit Queen, and not realizing that she's his sister until she's forced to use her will abilities to fight him, and she volunteers the information by way of telling him that he "is the spitting image of Mother." Covertly, Libby assists Logan in his eradication of the Trolls.

In this, Logan is actually the one of the siblings born to be a Heroic Hero, meanwhile his sisters, Libby and Olivia (my HoBW) are Villainous Heroes like their mother. (Libby also clocks immediately that Olivia is Reaver's daughter - Libby does not meet Olivia, but bullies Logan relentlessly about their father being fucking Reaver)

[alexanderflowerbird]

Getting some writing done today :3 Here's a little snippet. I'm working on New Faith and then later tonight I'm gonna work on Blood Sun Territory CW: gore, demonic possession, swearing, nipple twisting, pregnancy violence [I try to make these warnings as specific as possible so don't laugh if you feel like they're silly, better safe than sorry]

“I think it’s the thrall,” Mercutio says, even though he feels like he’s talking out of his ass. “Vanessa is the focal point… it’s like Jennifer… something happens, I guess, that makes everyone come around, it gets weird like this, and then they’re possessed enmasse.” Vincente glares ahead, watching as a group of teenagers come around the corner on skateboards and bikes, dead eyed with wide smiles, abandoning their childhood vehicles near the Dowarger’s fence to enter the quickly overrun yard. 

“And when… the thing, whatever it is happens… They’re going to eat her?” Vincente asks, and Mercutio almost wants to shrink away from the responsibility of confirming or denying such an outcome. 

“Maybe.” He decides to say, because he isn’t entirely sure, but it feels too likely to deny, especially when a denial might give Vincente hope he definitely shouldn’t have. He hasn’t seen her yet. He doesn’t know how bad Vanessa’s body has been damaged by the demon’s presence and aspirations for pregnancy. How it’s depraved misunderstanding about how babies are made, how they are born, has dealt Vanessa an injury that she should already be dead from. It will be devastating enough for Vincente to see her, to see her insides on the outside, to look at her and know that the woman he loved like a sister is gone… hope dashed on top of that is too much. 

“We’re going in there.” Vincente says and Mercutio sighs, resigned. “Sure. They’re not hostile, not right now anyway. Vanessa… whatever’s inside of Vanessa now isn’t going to turn all of these people on us when we could be more vessels for the demons coming up through whatever this dark-sided shit is. She said as much to me and Derek, that we’d be back.” 

“Why dancing? Why a house party?” Vincente asks aloud. 

“Shit man, I don’t fucking know. These demons, they’re different I guess. Maybe they’re from some special secret circle of hell we’ve never had the displeasure of meeting demons from where all they wanna do is party like it’s 1999. When Dorrance attacked me, he wanted to know what kissing was like, how to do it. Ms.Dorothy’s demon wanted to be her. None of it makes sense. Demons don’t want to be us, they think we’re trash, God’s worst idea, should’ve been left on the cutting room floor.” 

“Perhaps their opinions have changed.” Vincente guesses. 

“Yeah, maybe, but that’s a pretty big fucking paradigm shift after fucking eons of trying to fuck us up and get us to fuck each other up.” Mercutio does sink into the chair when Vincente urges the car to move closer to the house, his instinctual desire to hide himself from the radiating pulses of pain in his tattoos ruling him as they parallel park just beyond the house’s yard. He flinches and gasps when a hand smacks against the window and the face of Mitchell Coreworth appears through the glass, eyes dark and teeth chattering. His salt and pepper mustache has blood mixed in its bristly edges and his skin is jaundiced, made worse by the street lamp above them. Mercutio leans towards Vincente’s side of the car as Mitchell looks in on them and then around the car’s interior, blood and drool spooling down his chin. Mercutio suspects he’s bitten his tongue or broken some of his teeth somehow… his perfectly white, perfectly straight teeth gleam a little in the light when he decides to speak. 

“Nice…Car…Fellas…” He says, words muted by the windowpane. It’s another mimicry; Coreworth is a car enthusiast and has always been jealous of Vincente’s thunderbird. Mercutio recalls when they’d first moved into this neighborhood and Mitchell had noticed them, been neighborly and stuck around just so he could worm his way into asking Vincente if he could buy the car off of him. When the answer was a resounding no, he’d still come around to ask about parts, upkeep, upholstery. He had a friendship with Vincente that was purely car focused, and Vincente, gracious as Jesus calls him to be, was tolerant of the visits and questions and endless elderly, over-wrought suggestions. Coreworth bangs his hand on the hood twice, an imitation of a fond gesture for a beautiful animal if not for the way it sounds like he’s trying to dent the roof with his fist. He leans up again and wanders towards the Dowagers and Mercutio shudders out a breath. “There’s a huge area of effect. There��s no way all of these people have interacted personally with Vanessa, especially when she and Marcus had been staying home to take care of Kelly.” Mercutio says when he can manage to find his voice. “With Jennifer people had come by to see how she was, they were tight knit, and the priests were there to help her when they realized what she was experiencing was a possession. This is something else, more effective than the first couple runs I’m guessing. Vanessa’s some sort of beacon, opening people up to possession and once the hook’s in, she’s reeling them all here.” 

“Why aren’t we being reeled in?” Vincente asks after a moment. 

“Who says we aren’t? Just because we’re following our usual motivations to show up doesn’t mean we’re not being affected and drawn in. What I’m confused about is how are we not being puppeted by fucking demons ourselves at this point.” 

“Would we know? The priest from Jennifer’s case didn’t realize.” 

“I mean he was hearing voices, he should’ve clocked it. Have you been hearing voices?” “No. Have you?” 

“Not any unusual ones.” Mercutio tries to joke. Vincente glares at him, and he holds his hands up. “No, I haven’t been hearing voices, alright?” Vincente frowns even more at him, but carries on.

“Perhaps certain people are immune.” Mercutio shrugs, returning his attention to the house, the people in the yard and on the sidewalk just outside. Some of them have started stripping off their clothes. Mrs.Lennox, a retired teacher from two blocks down with a notorious habit of considering herself the neighborhood watch expert, is shrieking with laughter while pulling and twisting the nipples of Jacob Mottimor, a round, bulky man who always has a story about the good old days when he was almost a football star. He is laughing too, even though the way she’s yanking on him makes Mercutio wince with the desire to protect his own chest. “If that’s the case, it’s rare… I haven’t read anything about people making it out of the towns that have been affected to tell what happened, how they survived it. We should look anyway, dig deep for people who were front and center to this shit, but as far as I can tell? Something happens and everyone’s done for. Which is why we shouldn’t be here.” He points out, even though it’s not going to change Vincente’s mind about this ridiculous, suicidal plan. He looks over at Vincente, and sees he is thumbing the cross around his throat. Mercutio resists the urge to roll his eyes– Vincente must be thinking that maybe it’s God that is protecting them, which is stupid even if the fact that they’re alive after all they’ve been through would suggest that someone somewhere is looking out for them and keeping them from whatever comes after death.

[thegeminisage]

as someone who wasn't around in 2014....can you tell me what it was like? (stucky) can you give me a taste of the gardens of babylon etc

what was it like...this is such a fun question i want you to know i gave serious thought to my answer and also discussed it at length with my 2014 friend last night and i know already it's gonna be so long. sorry that i answered your ask at fuck o clock in the morning i am scheduling it to go up later and also at the time you sent the ask in to make sure you see it

ok so like. i mean, you're on the fandom website, right, so i assume youve been in fandoms. idk if youve ever been in a really, REALLY big fandom, at the same time that said fandom was also producing content (even if the source material was not). think d*stiel post nov 5, or undert*le circa late 2015/early 2016, or z*lda after totk came out, or h*rry p*tter as the seventh book was being released. (i'm censoring to avoid a false positive of anybody's blacklist except in the case of the last one, which i am censoring out of <3 disrespect.) like there's something REALLY luxurious about being in ANY large and active fandom and it's mostly the power of crowdsourcing. st*r tr*k 2009's tarsus iv headcanons. the storm trooper lore re: the f*rce awakens before the second two movies came out. everyone just kind of agreeing that dean w*nchester was a teenage hooker. you know?

like, that's "just fanon," sure, but part of the beauty of it is that no one person makes up fanon, we all gather in the biggest writing group in the world and collectively go insane and bat ideas back and forth. there are a hundred THOUSAND fics about bucky barnes on ao3 and that's just the people who were writing, not even counting artists and gifmakers and meta-writers and people who just reblog stuff. i can't possibly begin to put an accurate number to how many people are in any given fandom at any given time, but imagine (on the low end, i'm sure) there are THOUSANDS, perhaps tens of thousands, of people going nuts about stevebucky at all times. tens of THOUSANDS people doing "yes and" with each other on the internet 24 hours a day seven days a week. it's just like being in any fandom, you log on to your dash and see what the mewchies posted while you were gone, but in a fandom so huge and so active you were getting bombarded with idea after idea after idea every single second, so if you don't like one you're spoiled for choice in what you engage with next. it didn't even matter that cap3 was two years away or that it sucked when it finally got here because we collectively wrote cap3 a million times over. like, genuinely, it was a mass creative exercise. it's the biggest writing group in the world. for better or worse, we were shaping our own version of that universe, without any input from or regard to the people who actually created the characters and movie, in a way that compelled most strongly to our own tastes and demographic.

what made this particular movie/fandom special though was a few things. firstly i still genuinely believe it was ahead of its time...marvel shit pre disney was allowed to be political in ways it is ABSOLUTELY not now. like, cap2 could say "the government is secretly full of nazis and they all need to burn" in 2014 two years before the 2016 election and 7 years before jan 6. like you just couldn't say that now. "war bad" is an oldie but goodie, but "our entire government is corrupt and needs to be torn into flaming pieces and cast into the potomac" is um. pretty radical. so is, by the way, "men as victims" and "men having emotions" etcetc. like, not in fandom, fandom all but invented that shit, but as far as dumb superhero movies go. i can't tell you the number of metas i read AND WROTE discussing steve rogers and masculinity and how all that was portrayed, intentionally or not, in that fucking film. i had entire separate universes built up in my head for steve who was born a cis girl and steve who decided later in life that "nonbinary" or "trans woman" was a better fit and then steve who was born as a cis boy and remained a man his whole life but felt weird and different ways about being queer which clashed with the weird and different ways BARNES felt about being queer. i'm not saying the film (or the fandom! good lord) was perfect, it was a product of its time, but it was also WAY ahead of its time too. it was weird to expect the next film to come out and actually, like, be good. it wasnt, but we fully believed it would be and that wasn't delusional behavior because the last one had been. i would never have that kind of faith in a marvel project now because they've been bought by disney.

oh yeah and that's the other thing too like. speaking of queer people. gay marriage wasn't legal in the US on a federal level until 2015, and you couldn't just flip on your TV and see them whenever you wanted. ten years doesn't seem like that long ago in the grand scheme of things but like, we lived on glee and cw/mtv queerbait (disclaimer that i personally only participated in cw queerbait) and that was it. we had crumbs. and like when people write gay characters theyre Just Gay, but if you decide to be crazy stupid in a slash fandom you can decide these layered characters are gay and that's even better rep than um whatever was going on in other pieces of media. these guys are both so lonely and out of step with time and lack other people with "shared life experiences" (girl what the hell was that) and their connection w each other keeps them afloat in a world that doesn't want them so like of COURSE it seems like it's supposed to be romantic. and like, i could and did make myself and my tumblr buds crrrazy (and got made crazy by them) thinking about:

how steve's size when small and again when big interacted w his gender identity and his sexuality and how that sexuality manifested. barnes's identity As A Man hinging on his ability to go to war for his country bc Thats What Men Did but now he's no longer fit because theres worms in his brain. loss of bodily autonomy which usually happens to women and natasha being later in that journey than steve and bucky are and so close to being at peace with it but not there yet. stigmatization of seeking treatment for mental health issues lessened by the presence of sam who could have been a Macho Tough Guy but actually gives off strong Talk About Our Feelings And Be Soft vibes. don't even get me started on the relationship (predatory) between steve and rumlow and how it parallels the one between barnes and pierce (and if any of you motherfuckers BREATHE a word of that h*dra tr*sh p*rty shit in my direction i will END you) and the stigma that comes from being preyed on when vulnerable As Men. steve's depression and ptsd and him getting triggered by, yes, the fucking ALS ice bucket challenge. the collective belief that he was conscious when he was frozen even though nobody said that so that he and barnes could have that in common too. the headcanon about barnes having roma heritage - shoutout to not easily conquered my beloved, and the 14k smut coda i wrote for it✌ speaking of smut, i would be remiss also not to mention there was a STRONG element of collective lust involved. i'm immune to 99% of it bc im ace but the winter soldier was uh. VERY graceful. you know? i didn't write 14k of porn because i was uncompelled. we were on one. we went fucking crazy. fandom in general but especially big fandoms have a kind of nonstop endless well of creative energy born from obsession that is the absolute envy of people like my mortal enemy grrm. we NEVER quit.

also, HISTORY (and other vaguely educational subjects). we were all so desperate to know how steve and bucky would have lived in the years we couldn't see them it sparked a sitewide interest in 1940s american history. there was a thing about bananas tasting different now because of a plague. m&ms being invented as wartime candy. stuff about how shoebox apartments looked and how rations worked. 1940s recipes and radio shows. the 1940s queer movement and how it interacted with ballroom dancing and private drag get-togethers. how amputations work and how prosthetic limbs work in real life so we could extrapolate it to fantasy. how to hand-draw that fucking arm in photoshop. why soldiers are trained to say their serial numbers when captured. what ww2 was like. what dog tags are for. what did they get in the ration packs. what brand of cigarettes did they smoke. what brand (and i am being so serious, i STILL own a tube) of LIPSTICK did peggy carter use. caloric intake of someone with a 4x speed metabolism and how much famine peanut butter he'd need to eat daily to keep from starving to death. oppression of irish immigrants and their children/grandchildren back in the 1940s. the difference between conservatives and fascists, back when there was a difference. what activities generally took place on these mysterious but ever-present new york city docks. just exactly HOW many terrible movies and tv shows has sebastian stan been in ranked by his resemblance to james buchanan barnes in each one. (i personally went through his entire imdb list at the time and then made a venn diagram.) electroswing! teachers and professors would have killed for their classes to have the kind of enthusiasm a bunch of mentally ill teenagers and 20-somethings on tunglr dot edu were showing about this one very specific set of subjects. this film also sparked my love of fight scenes. if you've read this fic or this fic and liked the Big Fight Scenes in them, you can thank cap2 for leading me down that path.

and then yes there was also discourse. my personal most hated thing was the above mentioned h*dra tr*sh p*rty (DO NOT GOOGLE THAT, i will just tell you it's nazi rape porn🤢 and i hope everyone involved is having a bad day today) and also the fact that SOME FUCKING PEOPLE can't understand "don't be shitheads about a fanfic where the author can see you doing it." but then ofc people were also sexist about nat and racist about sam and minimalizing those guys (and every other character besides tony really but sometimes him too) for the two white male leads was a whole thing. and on the funnier side of things you had (justifiably, i suppose) bitter st*ny fans who HATED what those two got in avengers and got real mad when stucky started outpacing them on ao3. and people complaining about the characters being too uwu soft. and then other people arguing whether or not barnes counted as disabled when he was missing a Whole arm. and THEN discourse about was it ethical to remove the arm and build him a new one ESPECIALLY without his consent (if people don't know they're being ableist in their fanfics hypothetically is it still ok to kill them with hammers?) and why was tony doing it if that guy killed his parents and is it ok that we keep making tony not that mad about his dead parents is it not enough that barnes stole his limelight as the guy who gets shipped with steve but what if all three of them fucked but can you really fuck the guy who offed your folks but ACTUALLY isn't it cringe to like tony anyway since RDJ and gwenyth paltrow are bad people and who says chris evans are sebastian stan are such good people etcetcetc. and let us not even get started on the plausibility of the avengers tower fanon after age of ultron came out and it turns out nobody became friends and they all still hated and mistrusted each other. and whether or not the avengers could be considered found family if the other characters were constantly getting shafted into being barnes's little support animals. and then ofc every once in awhile one of the actors of people involved creatively would say something ranging from mildly controversial to absolutely horrible on the internet and we'd all fight about THAT for awhile like a dog with a bone. i mean. typical infighting of any fandom tbh.

but i was very happy. it was all the most enormous thought experiment and creative endeavor (and semi-educational adventure??) that we all participated in daily for like two-ish years without stopping ever. i loved doing it. AND, when you click with a piece of media like that, you also click with other people who clicked with that same piece of media, so in addition to the sheer level of dopamine going into my brain at all times i also formed decade-long friendships that will certainly last the entirety of my lifetime, and when we're in our 90s in nursing homes i will be able to say, "we are friends because i wrote 14k of smut for your fanfic" or "we are friends because i couldn't get enough of your gifsets" or whatever because you know, we quite literally went to stucky together.

[infoglitch]

So like, I'm a writer right. And I feel like trying to cover topics that I feel are important (ranging from philosophical such as "why would God give humans free will." To the subject of this topic). And I am posting this because I want to talk to trans people, not the community, the people.

And I am doing so that way I don't accidentally say something that could be taken the wrong way. So my question is.

What do you think is the difference between wanting to transition because you don't feel uncomfortable the way you are VS being told to change because you aren't what people may want.

Let me explain. So I plan on writing my own digimon story and it has a small (like micro-scopic) dash of queerness one being a gay pairing amongst the protagonists (that I pray to god I dont fuck up on) and another topic of transitioning with another character. Whose Story is about gender, And being forced to believe they were born wrong.

Now the reason why I say that is because this character who is born female is treated like shit by her parents because she wasn't born a boy. She's forced to believe she will never be accepted by her parents unless she's a boy. so she starts out in a pretty bad spot mentally and she begins to consider eventually transitioning.

Now this is where I ask for advice, because I want the message to be "you should not change for others. You should change for yourself". Not "transitioning bad, cis gender good"

because quite frankly while I may be whiter than my pfp, a christan, and as straight as a line I want to be able to put a good foot forward. To stop this idea that America is full of pieces of shit and that every single person who isn't part of the oppressed is a monster that deserves to be burned at the stake. (This sounds absolutely ridiculous but I have seen some real daft buffoons who demonize people who are you know, cis white people. Not all of us are pieces of shit I swear).

But that's getting into politics and quite frankly I am far too anti-right and anti-left to discuss politics without popping a fucking blood vessel.

Back to the meat and potatoes, since I am terrified of accidentally conveying the wrong message I need y'all MF'S takes.

Where do you draw the line between people who want to transition and people are told to transition.

Apologies this is unintelligible as SHIT. But I feel like asking.

Now off I go into my man-cave like the Boogeyman I am.

[roseofithaca]

Playtime (Gore AU)

(Follow-up to @idiotwithanipad 's fic The Woods, featuring her oc Amy and one or two Yonderland references)

Amy's finger practically stabs Silver's palm.

"Don't....want....dress....Just....want....home." the blind witchling interprets before giggling, inwardly cursing her body for the impulse. This is the worst time to laugh; "Oh, Fizzy, I dunno how to tell you this but...we can't leave here. Trust me. I've been here probably since before you were born. Hehehe! I mean...it be one thing if it were just my mummy and your daddy dragging us back...But it's more than that..."

She holds onto Amy's hand.

"Fluffy Friend, can you lead us to the magic wall please?" She asks.

A grunt comes in response.

Silver gently tugs Amy along as she follows her nose in the wake of the trail Ra's body leaves behind as moves on. It's only a few yards into the woods until they stop.

Mummy's ally grunts again to confirm they've arrived.

"Thanks a bunch! Hehehe." She turns back to Amy, letting go of her hand; "I used to try to run away from Mummy many times. It was so silly! All I knew was the people who stole me from her who said they were my parents. It didn't make sense to me that my real mummy was a four hundred year old witch, hehehehe! So when my brain stopped being all fuzzy, I'd run as far as I could....but I could never make it past here, or anywhere the magic wall is. Haven't you been here before? You might have done but maybe you forgot, hehehe....This place is fucked up like that."

A gurgled murmur. A stomp of a heavy boot. Silver can tell her friend is frustrated and upset. The fact she can't talk must make it all the more maddening.

Amy grabs her hand again and writes three letters.

"Bye?...Oh." She just gives a sad smile.

Amy lets her go. Silver hears her footsteps quicken as she rushes forward.

A whoosh.

"Mmmf!"

Another run. Then whoosh.

And again. And again.

It takes every ounce of restraint for Silver to contain her giggles. Last thing she wants is for Amy to think she's making fun of her for what she herself did all too often.

"See? It's not just them. It's this place. Hehehehe." Like holding in a breath, she has to let it out before she combusts, "We're trapped here, and so are they."

Ra lets out a grunt to confirm that fact. Feeling her heart ache for him, Silver reaches to stroke his mane.

"I bet you've lost count of how many times you've tried to cross the magic wall, haven't you, friend?" She smiles sadly.

Another gurgle and stomp comes from Amy before a soft thud. Silver tentatively reaches her hand out to find she's sunk to her knees, hands over her head, rocking a little.

"Hey, hey," She kneels down with her and takes her hands; "Like I said, it's a pile of wank. But...it doesn't have to be. It took me some time, and perhaps a dash of Stockholm Syndrome hahaha....But we can make the best of it?"

Her mind's eye sees Amy frown at her as if to say 'are you for fucking real?'

Silver's laugh is genuine that time.

"I'm serious! Come on, I'll prove it to you! You don't have to have a pretty dress, you can have...Hmm...."

Her hands pad up Amy's arms, feeling the fabric of her hoodie, as an idea begins to form in her damaged brain.

With a squeak of excitement, Silver claps her hands.

"That's it! Hahaha....Okay. Mr. Floof, I'm about to do something incredibly stupid so if it goes tits up then please get Amy somewhere safe, okay? Ta!"

Ra's grunt sounds like an agreement, but with a touch of hesitation. For good reason.

Amy mumbles, and she can almost hear in the confused tone. 'What are you-?'

Silver takes a deep breath.

"Mummy!"

The response is instant, as it always is. Less than a second after she's made the call, making sure not to sound too afraid or hurt, but still rather urgently in need, it works.

She hears the rush of wind and feels the sudden waft of heat, followed by the crackle of embers and the scent of burned toast up her nostrils.

"Darling girl, is everything....?" Mummy spots the person at her side and her loving tone hardens to stone; "What-."

Silver raises her hand; "Mummy, just let me explain, please!"

While she was ready for her mother to erupt, she's taken off guard by the gurgled scream from her friend. Liquid sloshes to the ground at their feet.

Turning around, Silver reaches for her friend's face, her thumb feeling a damp on her chin.

"Oh dear, are you okay, Amy? Were you sick?" She frets.

Amy shakes her head and grabs Silver's hand.

"Witch....will....get....me." She frowns, then giggles again; "No she won't, silly! It's only Mummy. She wouldn't hurt any friend of mine. Would you, Mummy? Tell her!"

She looks towards the tall figure of flame and smoke that glows in her blotched vision. The silhouette of a protective mother goddess who has been one of only two constants since she fell into this mad other world.

Faintly, after a rather long pause, she sees her mother smile.

"'Course. No harm shall befall any companion of my little'en." Mummy promises, stepping forward.

Amy trembles more as Mummy approaches. Silver sticks close to her, squeezing her hand.

"But tell me now, girls. What is thou doing here without my foreknowledge of such a meeting?"

"It was my idea, Mummy. I crept towards the house." Silver lied, quickly, before either Amy or Ra felt compelled to tell the truth.

No reason for either of them to get in trouble.

"Again, child?!" Mummy grits her teeth, exasperated.

"Yes, hehehehe, I'm sorry, I am, but I didn't go in this time, honest! I just went to Amy's window and convinced her to come out to play was all. I told her that you said it was okay..."

She feels Mummy's bony hand touch her chin.

"Hmm. You be the worst liar, Silver Guppy, you knows that?" Mummy's chiding is not unkind.

Silver blushes. Worth a try.

A shuffle, and Ra lets out a grunt.

"Yous? You lead the girl here? To Hades, the pair of ye!" Mummy sighs, throwing her hands up.

Silver reaches to stroke Ra's mane in thanks. So long as the blame isn't put on Amy for running away, it's not like she was trying to meet her. She only wanted to be free. A yearning that Silver remembers all too well.

"Explains why your da be making such a noise from the window and sending his husk roaming for you!" Mummy says to Amy, who shivers again.

Silver links her arm through her friends.

"Mummy. You said foundlings can only be taken from their parents if the child wishes to leave and they're not being nice. Well Amy isn't happy with her daddy! Let her stay here, even if just for a little bit...Like a sleepover! Except without me sleeping tonight, hehehe."

"T'is not that simple, darling girl. It must be Amy's choice if she wishes to remain. And whilst you twos may have many a jape together, what about whilst you be asleep, hmm?" Mummy challenges.

"I...I didn't think about that."

Fuck. Stupid sleeping curse. It would suck for Amy to be by herself in the forest for a month until Silver woke up again. But at least she'd have Ra, who is learning to be kinder. A little.

And Mummy would look after her, wouldn't she? Amy must see that she's not scary.

"But surely it's better than her being trapped in that room all day! Especially when she has the choice to leave the house, unlike poor Kitty."

Amy makes a confused hum.

"Oh! Remind me to tell you about her later."

Mummy clicks her tongue; "Sweet girl, the only one who can break a foundling bond is the child and she wouldst have to confront the Headless one herself. But I sense her feelings towards him be more complicated than she let's on."

Amy made no sound of response but Silver could feel the slight slacken of her grip.

Oh. Of course, this place's influence would already be affecting her, as it did Silver. If her mind has already started to be warped to think of the headless man as her dad then it will only solidify as time goes on. Silver knows this all too well.

"Well....if that's what she wants to do then I'll be at her side. And if she wants to go back to her daddy and only visit once a month, that's okay too..." Silver states. That's fair, isn't it? "But, just for tonight, please Mummy...Can I give her a present?"

Mummy tilts her head; "A present?"

Silver let's go of her friend and skips to her mum's side, reaching up to whisper something in her ear.

"Oh..." Mummy says, "Well. I 'spose that be doable."

She walks towards Amy, who Silver can hear trembling again. Her mind's eye sees Ra creep close to her and nudge against her side, for support and comfort. Good boy.

Mummy stands over the girl and speaks; "I....apologise, young Amy, for any intimidation I mays have caused with my behavior before. Please let it be understood...all I cares about is the safety of my family. Sometimes I do go to extreme lengths to succour that."

Amy seemed too frozen with fear to respond.

"However...if you be my daughter's companion, whether that be in living here or the odd visit, I concede that makes ye family too."

Silver can't contain her squeal of joy, jumping a little on her boots.

"My daughter wishes to bestow a gift upon thee. To do I require access to your mind again, but have no fear. I willst not intrude on your memories. I only need to open your third eye."

The mute girl grunts in confusion again.

"T'is the eye of imagination in your brain. T'is what allows my Silver, whose human eyes be rotten, to see the world which I have made for her enjoyment. Might need more focus from you, as you be cursed with the opposite affliction of being unable to close your eyes."

Mummy raises her hands. Tendrils of smoke coil around her wrists and then slowly wriggle towards Amy's head.

Silver sees her shiver, can smell the sweat of panic.

"Look at me, Fizzy Girl! Please trust me. It will be okay. You'll like it. And if you don't then you only have to tell Mummy and it will stop, hehehehe." She tries to assure.

Mummy's magic forms a smoky veil over Amy's eyes while the rest slithers into her ears and her brow. She then moves one of her arms back and directs some of the energy towards Silver, who eagerly embraces it like an old friend, instead of squirming away in fear as she once had.

The darkness shrinks and her home, her enchanted forest, returns in full technicolor.

For Amy, the bleak and mundane English wood of brown and black would be transformed into a grove illuminated by floating balls of fae light, the moon shining bright silver down through the emerald leaves. The common moths and other insects become cheeky sprites and nymphs perched on branches, peeking in on then. The witch who cast the spell, the walking husk of bone and crispy flesh, is now as Silver always sees her. Whole and unmarked, a tall woman with a round face and twinkling eyes, thick dark hair cascading down her shoulders, her tattered peasant dress replaced with a black and ember orange gown.

Silver giggles as she twirls in her own gown, a similar style to her mother's but matching the hot pink and ebony of her hair. As she twirls, she shows off to Amy her feet, clad in even chunkier black boots then she wore before instead of tiny heels.

"Isn't it amazing?! I told you! Here, have your present! Go on, Mummy, give it to her!"

"Patience, little'en, for Hecate's sake." Mummy tuts.

She waves her hands over Amy's form.

Her hoodie transforms into a long hooded cloak, with glittering electric blue stars down the sleeves and the same trim on the hem. Her boots are also given a small upgrade, blue scales like armor on the toes.

"Hahaha, you look so fucking cool! Like an apprentice sorceress or something!" Silver bounces up to her; "Do you like it? You can change it however you want, or wear anything you want, you just have to let Mummy know how you want it!"

Amy pulls the hood up, but just seems to be testing how it feels before lowering it again, then checking out the blue stars that seem to grow and shrink, and then feels the scalded armour on her boots.

"It's...it feels so real. Wait. What the fuck-?" She touches her mouth, that remain firmly closed, and yet; "How am I speaking?!"

"Hehehehe, you're not, silly, you're thinking! Mummy's spell connects our thoughts. The magic let's me see and it gives you a voice....sort of. Still wouldn't recommend trying to open your mouth. Soz." Silver turns to her mother; "Please, Mummy, can me and Amy just play together for a little while before she makes her choice! Can I at least show her the dragons? Please, please, please!"

"All right, all right, if it stops ye mewling like a kitten for food, ye pest." Mummy pokes her nose; "Just don't stray too far!"

Silver grabs Amy's hand, giggling as she leads her through the forest. They have to jump over a shallow stream, barely a muddy trickle in reality, now appearing as a tiny sparkling river home to water nymphs and toads that walk on their hind legs.

The fairy creatures don't flee from Silver as she rushes through, instead they wave to each other.

"Hi, Fred! Hi, Betsy! Ooh, I love your new wings. Can't stop, Kirsty, promise we'll catch up later. Hehehehe." She greets them as they pass.

"I...It all looks so real...." Amy's inner voice echoes out, stunned.

"It's as real as you want it to be! Hehehe. When the real world is shit, why not escape to a fantasy world? We're dead anyway, not like it's gonna do us much more harm."

"Yeah but....I dunno if I like this, Silv. Don't like not knowing what's real and what's not..."

"Oooh, I'm guessing you never took much drugs. Good for you, hehehe."

"Monster drinks were more my addiction."

"Oh? What's that?"

"You...didn't have energy drinks in your time?"

"In my time! Hahaha, only died in 2003, I ain't ancient! Haha. We had Red Bull? Is it like that?"

"Yes and no....Fuck, I wish I could have some now. Might help me to enjoy this. It's weird coz there's a whole load it it in my mouth right now but I can't swallow."

Silver huffs on her friend's behalf; "That is a bummer. Here, you might like this!"

She guides her friend towards the lake, now surrounded by mountains at the other side where giants can be seen roaming the peaks, and elves and high fae lounge on the banks, dipping their toes in the water or having a swim with the merfolk.

Silver guides Amy to the shallow most part and they kneel down.

"This water can taste of anything you like! Watch!" She scoops up a handful and sups at it; "Ahh! White Russian Vodka, hahaha. But if Mummy asks, it's root beer."

"But how am I supposed to-?"

Silver pushes her friend's head into it. Amy splutters and then pushes herself back up.

"You bitch, that went right up my nose!" She glared at her, mouth still sealed shut.

"Hehehehe, and what can you smell?"

"I....Oh shit." Amy blinks and stumbles back, as if having taken a hit of something noxious; "Oh sweet Mango Loco, I've fucking missed you!"

"Hahahaha, see!" Silver claps her hands; "Worth the dick move, yeah?"

Amy repays her by shoving her head down too. Silver opens her mouth to swallow a mouthful of sweetened spirits. A shame she can't get drunk but being eternally high is just as good.

After Amy's taste had been literally sated, Silver walks with her around the lake, introducing her to some of the others.

On their way, two men dressed as cavaliers nearly bump into them, then apologise and proceed to struggle to decide which of them is more sorry.

"No, good sir, twas my fault for not moving aside for the fair maidens!"

"How wrong you are, my good fellow, twas my doing! I am the one to apologise!"

Silver tugs Amy's wrist; "Don't worry about them, they'll be here all day, best to leave them to it."

A petite figure with silky hair and wearing a blue robe smiles at her.

"Ah, Princess, are we still up for our shopping trip tomorrow? Trevor wishes for me to get him some clogs while we're out and about." She asks, demurely.

"How does a blob wear-? Never mind. Of course, Ho-Tan, wouldn't miss it!"

Amy can only stare at all the strange people and things surrounding them.

"Are they all...like us?"

"You mean dead? No, silly. They only exist in Mummy's world for us." Silver answers, when out of earshot from her 'friends'.

"So....they're not really here? You're just talking to air?"

"Sure, if you wanna spoil the fun. How real did that Monster drink smell to you?"

"....Real enough." Amy concedes.

Exactly. Silver giggles again and finally they arrive at the foot of the mountain.

In a small undergrove, rest a nest of baby dragons, no bigger than cats. They lift their long necks as the girls approach, each one a different, vibrant color from scarlet to onyx to emerald to violet and more.

"Aww, look how big you guys are getting! Who wants a cuddle?" Silver reaches for the one who is the first to move closer, the violet beast most eager to stretch her wings. "This is Amy! She's our friend. I know you're still practicing your fire so don't singe her."

The girls sit and crouch beside the dragons, all of them eager to crawl and nuzzle the new human. The sapphire one seems most drawn to her cloak, attempting to crawl up on her shoulder.

"This...is so fucking weird." She looks at Silver, those clenched lips turning upward slightly, a tiny glint in those strained wide eyes; "But it's a cool weird."

"Told you!"

Their mum soon arrives, a thirty foot tall giant beast of bronze scales and fiersome wings. She doesn't seem the least bit threatened by the girls playing with her litter.

Instead she lowers her head for Silver to hug her massive nose.

"She says we can go for a ride if you want? What d'you reckon?"

"....Ride a dragon? Seriously?!"

"Hehehe, what's the worse that could happen? Hahahaha."

The mother dragon rests her head on the ground so Silver can use her horn to hoist herself up and onto the back of her. She reaches a hand down for Amy.

"Come on, Fizzy Girl! Die a little! Hehehe."

Amy shakes her head at the sheer insanity. Then she takes her hand.

-

Mistress is struggling, that he can see.

It took her long enough to master creating and controlling a fantasy world for the dancing girl to enjoy. Something far more visceral and tangible than the soft medicine she seeped into his brain to ease his thoughts. Over the years she seemed to have managed it.

But now, with two?

Ra watches as his Mistress stands, smoke and embers decorating her aura, moving her hands as if kneeding a ball of dough, her eyes two black coals.

Her magic, her dark energy, cloaks the two young girls, manipulating their senses to create the fairytale world around them. Her fire helps with the illusion of friendly dragons that the Moonah Girl seems to enjoy the most. The smoke lifts them up off their feet to give them the sense of flight. Silver laughs, as she always does, but with shining sincerity this time as she rides through the air with a real friend at her side. The hooded girl with the stompy boots spits up some of her drink as she struggles not to cheer from the terrifying yet undeniable thrill of flight.

Part of him, that fun loving side buried deep beneath his hardened shell, envies their childlike delight and innocence. He could ask Mistress to create such delights for him but he's satisfied with what she already provides.

This will be too much for her. He can hear it in the crackle of her embers.

Ra nudges her side.

"T'is all right, dear ally. I has this in hand. It be worth the effort..." She responds, straining, doing all she can to keep the world as real as possible for the children; "Listen to that, ally. Hear their laughter. There be no sweeter sound, is there."

He grunts, inclined to agree, wishing the moment could be frozen forever so that the two would always be this happy. But he knew, with the curse of accepting reality, Mistress would not be able to do this all the time. It's easy enough with Moonah Girl only being awake three nights a month. But if the stompy girl wished to stay...He thinks he'd be rather poor company compared to her friend.

Another problem arises when he hears a shuffle nearby and his hackles raise, sensing an intruder.

When he turns, his pose protectively guarding his Mistress, he sees the blood-soaked body of the cloaked one stumbling towards him.

"WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?!" demands the head held tight in the crook of his own elbow.

[daemiurges]

    Fake snoring.

[neurotheascars]

I think other vision impaired people need to understand that the fear of loosing your vision is not always "hey blind person, your life is a nightmare to me."

A lot of times it's really seriously, honestly, "I am not ready for the major adjustment it will take to live my life blind" and it's spoken by someone that has a hidden good reason to worry.

It's "If I lost the ability to see, I would lose a lot of things that are extremely important to the enjoyment of my life"

The "I would commit die if I became blind" is not "I'd kill myself if I was you" it's "I am not as strong as you and my life is more easily ruined by such things"

You don't have to, as a blind person who is totally ok with being blind, insert yourself into this worry because vision impairment affects everyone differently. Some of us have preexisting conditions that make life untenable should we lose vision.

The assumption it takes to twist "I worry about being able to function if this happened to me" into "I think your life is a nightmare" very much feels like inserting yourself into that persons perspective on their own life, when you could think about how being well adjusted to being vision impaired is a privilege unto itself. You could also be the one that dashes that fear by talking about something you had difficulty with that became easy.

Consider also whether your experience with blindness is innate because you were born with it. because it certainly does make a very big difference If you didn't have to suddenly drop everything in your life and readjust to a different one after becoming blind. It's not a nightmare to you when it very well could be for someone else and you really shouldn't talk over those people.

Like the context is super important here.

The people you are mad at are the able-bodied folk giving you unsolicited opinions directly to you about what your life would be like for them, not people who are speaking about a fear they have on their own and not talking directly to you.

If we are allowed to mourn and fear a loss of ability then why does that stop at vision impairment. Why does "you don't have to like your disability" stop here. If I don't have to love my disability then let me say I hate my vision impairment! Let me say it would ruin my life if it got worse!!

I'm not saying your blind life sucks, I'm saying MY life will suck if I completely loose my vision. Just because you can manage doesn't mean everyone will. Its actually really fucking belittling how much y'all talk about how insulting it is to hear how people can't deal with what you're oh so used to.

I'm autistic and I stim visually. I am allowed to think a life without being able to stim is a bad one for me. I'm allowed to regard visual input as the most important thing in my life.

My system is a professional artist. I'm allowed to say that blindness would destroy my life as I know it and I would have to build a new one from the ground up. I'm fast losing acuity even though I can probably see more colors than most people. Colors are my God and I seriously would have a mental health crisis if something were to take color away from my life. I'm allowed to say these things without people thinking I'm talking about how their life sucks.

This is a post made by someone with legal blindness and deteriorating vision. I will block the fuck out of you if you take this post in bad faith and misinterpret what I'm saying in a mean way.

[rarepairnation]

I love your posts about Denethor and Faramir. I'm always glad to see someone who loves both him and Faramir and gets that Denethor being this hugely impressive tragic figure makes Faramir so much better and more interesting. The relationship between them is so complex and I love it so much. The film versions make me angry as well.

oh man thank you so much...i find it kinda crazy that you're saying this to me bc im pretty sure i have a bunch of posts from your denethor tag sitting around in my drafts so i can look back at them later. many days i feel very much like an Amateur Denethor Enjoyer but i am thrilled that me just kind of being unhinged on the dash has brought you joy. and get ready bc here i go again LOL

yeah exactly what you said...denethor's tragedy informs and is informed by faramir so so so much and it's just kind of wild to me that on the tragedy enjoyers website so many people refuse to see it. on the second-best enjoyers website...the guilt-and-despair enjoyers website...the "the unimaginable has happened and i AM going to kill people and then myself" enjoyers website...i could go on! he is literally doomed by the narrative and just goes well ok fuck you i WILL die at the end but it will NOT be in the way the narrative wants me to.

it is truly the relationship of all time. faramir does love his father and yet because of the strength of his principles he is genuinely incapable of showing it in a way that denethor can understand. and denethor loves him too but after a certain point just cannot show it anymore because duty has to take precedence. he's not allowed to give faramir any quarter even in private. and YES that includes anything that would resemble a normal emotion. ngl i wouldn't be surprised if that's the only way faramir is like. LETTING him communicate with him. like i feel like the final assault on osgiliath is not the first time faramir's taken the "if you want to get me to do something you ARE going to have to order me to do it" stance. and yet denethor tries. at the end he takes trying to an unhinged level. idk it often feels like even in the general fandom insistance on one-dimensionally dickish denethor there's somehow also a lack of understanding that it IS a toxic expression of love but that doesn't make it not love. like He's Not Winning Dad Of The Year that is not what we're saying at all. we're saying is "it was born of love. it was a terrible thing yet born of love." thats all! that's why it's so tragic because it's all about love!!! augh...

ok i don't typically put quotations from my own writing in like real posts but also ive been thinking about the faramir goes to rivendell au 24/7 and i just. HAVE to pull this line bc it kind of captures exactly how i feel about the denethor-and-faramir mutual Character Honing.

Yet he [Faramir] cannot deny that each of them sharpens himself upon the whetstone of the other, and it is a debt he loathes to owe and yet cannot hope to repay.

i mean.......like are you picking up what im putting down! like! AAA! both in-narrative and out of it they are always ALWAYS making each other better (or worse. but worse in a More Interesting Way) but AT WHAT COST!!! he loves his father he would not be the man he is today without his father both in a good and bad way he HATES that these two things are true. faramir and denethor are not foils they're parallels they build each other's characters up when you put them next to each other!! faramir is who denethor wouldve couldve been without the war!! hey hang on a second is denethor who faramir would've become if he were the lord steward during the war of the ring? (this is a little reductive i think faramir's susceptibility to despair is quite different to his father's. and i wonder how long his gentleness would've prevailed / worked side by side with his duty instead of being diametrically opposed to it. but anyway. well i'll be thinking about THAT for the rest of the night. i cannot start another au i cannot i cannot i cannot). anyway you can't get one of them without getting the other and that is all...

man i always say like oh don't get me started on movie faramir and denethor and then the don't think of an elephant effect GETS me and it gets me started. last night i genuinely said like "well i won't get into it" and then three hours later it was 2am and it was so very clear that i had Gotten Into It. i had to tell our other roommate like "tell me when ur going to bed i am talking about denethor and i will be yelling." my roommate just came home and i told her about this post and then i had to explain a detail and she SET ME A THREE MINUTE TIMER bc she was like i have to go study. and that's fair

anyway i hope you are having a good night/day/whatever time it is for you. thank you for this ask it is always fun to see you pop up in my notifs whenever im denethorposting lol

[shock-micro]

warning: long vent post ahead. sorry for putting this on your dashes, i just. had to get something off my chest. (lotsa self-doubt if you click)

tumblr is hard because sometimes i see a post and i just have to tell myself this does not apply to me this does not apply to me THIS DOES NOT APPLY TO ME but it doesn't fucking work because it is so pointed and so filled with anger that even though i KNOW it doesn't apply to me i'm on the verge of tears because it's like agh. i'm so scared of Doing Wrong because i just Don't Know Some Things and it's like i know my heart's in the right place but the nature of the internet makes me so scared to mess up even once and i don't even know where to start learning some of the things people expect you to understand and this has happened to me time and time again HOW DO YOU STAY SANE WHEN SO MUCH IS GOING WRONG AND THE WORLD'S FUCKED UP IN TOO MANY WAYS TO EVEN COMPREHEND

fuck, one time in the MINECRAFT community, of ALL places- okay. story. i was still in school. there was a biiiig long study hall period i had thanks to a bunch of variable schedule elements lining up. i was going to complete a project, i finally had the motivation and the materials and the time all lined up, and... i got a notification that an announcement had been made in the quilt discord. and i started reading, and i started having a damn panic attack. because i didn't understand. i just didn't understand at all what the issue was. and the announcement very much made it out to be that if you don't get it then Fuck You Go Die (or that's how i read it anyway) and it's like i WANT to understand i WANT to i WANT to i wANT to but i just don't know where to fucking start and i don't have any energy to do so and i and i and i--

...i failed that project. i spiral way too hard when it comes to these types of things. i made another post before about those posts that are like "reblog if you love puppies if you ignore then you support puppies being chopped up in a meatgrinder" or whatever and gOD every time i need to tell myself i am not a bad person for scrolling past i am not a bad person for not wanting to give my followers a guilt trip i am not a bad person-

if any of my mutuals are reading this, PLEASE do not feel like this is your fault. i just. i. god. some of these posts, do they even reach their target? or are they just destined to catch people who are constantly afraid of being bad, who just happen to fit the description?

and, of course, the crucial question that i hate even having to ask, but i just really need some reassurance right now. AM i a bad person? like. i'm white. as hell. my parents raised me without much of a religion at all, and i had quite a good upbringing here in the us (and i recognize my home country's issues and do not celebrate it). i don't actively research current events because i have to focus on getting my life together at the moment. i know the "conflict" currently being reported on is straight-up genocide and should not be supported. i know there is something more to racial issues that i don't understand and am afraid i may never being born the way i was. i just wish we could get all of the systemic issues out of the way and not worry about color or identity at all except to celebrate our differences. i was raised to love all, despite and because of these differences. but the gist i got from everything i've read is that because of the way i was born i have inherited the sins of generations that have long passed, that might not have even been in my family. how do i atone for that? how could i ever say i'm a good person, then? genuine question. and oh god, the guilt about the gofundmes. i scroll by them without reblogging, because again, i do not want people to wallow in the same guilt i do, because it turns out i have more cash stockpiled in my drawer from various things than my parents have in their whole-ass bank account. i don't have a job and i have not had the energy to get one despite my family desperately needing me to do so. but am i a bad person for not even sharing in the hopes someone could help? am i a bad person for not going vegan? am i?

god. i have a fucking headache. and i'm dehydrated now from all the anxious tears i shed. just. if you're going to give me an answer to the question i posed, be honest. if i'm a bad person, tell me, and tell me how i can fix it all, if i even can.

[sidekick-hero]

15 questions, 15 tags

i was tagged by the lovely @hammity-hammer thank you darling! <33 It was SO interesting to read your answers and getting to know you better. I don't have a piercing yet but I would def get one at your shop, if you ever open one!! <3

Gonna put this under a read more so I don't clutter anyone's dash :)

1. Are you named after anyone? Not really. My mom was watching a lot of American movies when she had been pregnant with me, looking for a name and that one came up in the credits. To be fair, she wanted to give me a different name but my father vetoed that one, so my name is their compromise.

2. When was the last time you cried? Depends a bit on how we define crying. Work has been really hard the last few months and I did not get a lot of sleep and I was really exhausted. So, when 2 weeks ago my boss called me after I worked 8 hours already to tell me she had some issues with a text I wrote and then we talked this through for almost 3h and then I realized I would need to rewrite the whole text that same night I had tears spring to my eyes. In front of my boss (video call). Not my best moment. But real crying? No idea, actually. I don't cry a lot tbh.

3. Do you have kids? Nope, and I also don't want them. Never have. I like my friend's kids and being the cool auntie, but that's it.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? the more tired I am, the more sarcastic I get. I try to tone it down usually because while it can be amusing at times it's also kind of a negative kind of humour and a downer if you use it too much. Also very easy to hurt people with it.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people? Varies a lot. Their general appearance I guess, like height, figure, hair. It's not like I single out a certain feature. And from there it depends on the context, the person, my mood etc.

6. What's your eye color? Hard to describe. It's green, but not like grass. More a faded kind of green, grey-green but with specks of brown when you get really close.

7. Scary movies or happy endings? there are scary movies with happy endings ;) But yeah, as a kid/teenager I was a sucker for horror movies, I watched them all. Then I moved out and started living alone. Horror movies lost their charm then so now I have to go with happy endings. Life sucks enough as it is, give me some escapism.

8. Any special talents? At parties I always impressed people by being able to fit my whole fist into my mouth lol but I wouldn't say that's a special talent, just a flexible jaw. I'm very good with numbers, and patterns, and logic? I have a very analytical mind. Oh, and I'm a very good runner.

9. Where were you born? A very small town smack in the middle of nowhere in Germany. I played in cow dung as a kid.

10. What are your hobbies? Running, working out, taking long walks and hikes in the woods (yeah I'm one of these outdoorsy people you've been warned about). If getting tattooes counts as a hobby then tattooes lol.

11. Do you have any pets? My beloved dog Bella (the floof, as Jen would say). She's the light of my life. Huge ass snow white dog, cuddly as fuck at home, more of a Cujo outside. She has a very strong distrust of other people. She's bred for protection and takes this very serious.

12. What sports do you play/have you played? Outside of PE I never really "played" a sport. I run since I am 17, I train at the gym regularly, I go for really long walks (record is 60km in one go) and I did KravMaga for about 2 years. I want to start MMA but it's expensive as fuck.

13. How tall are you? A very average 5'7'' (170cm)

14. Favorite subject in school? Philosophy, history, politics as well as German and English (those two had been my advanced classes)

15. Dream job? I always wanted to become a profiler. I find serial killers and offenders endlessly fascinating. It speaks to the analytical part of me but also to my love for being active and to work with my body. So yeah, dream job. Sadly, it never worked out. But I love my current job, too :))

i'm gonna tag the last 15 people in my notes, as I tend to do ;) And as usual, please feel free to ignore this <3

@yournowheregirl, @baronsamediswife, @hedwigs-art, @aftershocked, @princess-josephina (hellooo new follower, nice to meet you!), @demonbitchesnearyou,@dogblogbog, @silentdescant, @kaspurrcat, @gooodtoast (love the URL lol), @supernaturalvikingwhore, @wastedonyoursmile, @legitcookie, @fearlessjones and @letmeplaytheliontoo

[essskel]

my brain is poopoo i forgot to add one thing sorry again 😭

i don't think the scoia'tael could ever change their mind about roche and ves simply because they're wiping out their race. no matter the cause the elves would never forgive them nor would they wanted to cooperate with them in any way unless it's convenient. they can't just say 'oh i was just protecting my country but now im different let me help you' and the elves would forgive them or let them near. they don't need their pity nor they help. the least they can do is leave them alone and help non-humans other ways.

this is the main reason why i can't bring myself to ship rorveth...yes they respect each others abilities in canon but that doesn't erase the fact that roche is still an oppressor (again no matter the motives) and iorveth would only force himself to work with him but never respect him as a person and be "besties". neither would roche tbh because iorveth is no saint and also killed his fair share of innocent people. they fucked up each others lives too much for their relationship to "work" and there's no place in their heart for forgiveness.

okay i won't bother you and your inbox anymore. this is pretty much everything i wanted to say so take care!

Under the cut cause my answer was rambly and I'm trying to save people's dashes lol

Yeah that's pretty much how I feel about the Scoiatael too! I do think Iorveth would eventually accept Roche's help maybe in a military venture if he really needed it and if Roche was genuinely offering, or that they could get past their issues with each other in order to work through a crisis. They do genuinly share a enemy in Nilfgaard, and Roche's inability to see that is his downfall. But then once the immedaute crisis is over... why would Iorveth stick around or even let Roche walk away cleanly?

I just think this is something that can only exist in fanfic, and can maybe be fun or interesting to think about/read about when expanding on the possibilities of their characters, but I personally wouldn't WANT it to be canon, because it would create inconsistencies in both their stories and established motives - which you did say in your last ask, I'm agreeing! (I mean I don't want true friendship/romance, not them being forced to work together. I want that. That would be fun. RIP Iorveth at the battle of Kaer Morhen :( you should have been there king!)

(about your other ask) Idk, I actually don't have any issue with people labeling Roche as a flat out monster. If you're coming at it as someone who's primarily sympathetic to the Elves, it's like you said, it really doesn't matter what his motives or situation was, he was participating in their violent oppression as a leader. He still has a lot of fans who won't acknowledge how evil his work pre-tw2 was, that's a greater problem to me (not talking about you ofc). And Iorveth...lmao other than him be willing to let those women die in the burning building, I can't help but cheer for his bloody methods of justice in ways the Blue Stripes will never get out of me. It's the witcher, everyone's burned a few churches, at least Iorveth was doing it for a good cause 😩

As for Roche, I personally I like him best as a metaphor for armed patriotism - perhaps more historical than modern, but I think both work. Men born into poverty who are coerced into the military by governments that don't value them at all (but like to give them medals as propaganda/empty motivation) while only using them as tool in their violence against other nations/people. Being devalued, abused, covered in blood, becoming a mass murderer all for some paltry veteran discounts and a lifetime of trauma. That's the character work I'd want to see with him, but for future witcher games, I'd be much happier to see Iorveth come back and regain his spotlight, so who really knows.

This is long as hell sorry, thanks for sharing your thoughts I appreciate the conversation!!

OH. right yes. Anais. What the hell we needed a followup on their relationship, that could have been so good and hopeful and constructive. Someday !!!!