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[frogsareallgay]

Some days he feels like dying, She gets so sick of crying pt 1/3

- Hey this is my first time posting a fic. I hope y’all like it. it’s a Robby centric Hurt/Comfort because i cannot write anything else atm. Pt 2 will get released tmr because i’m too tired to keep writing lol -

⚠️ ATTENTION!!! MASSIVE TWs FOR SH & SUICIDE ATTEMPT ALSO BL00D AND GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF SH. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK⚠️

fic title: Extraordinary Girl by Green Day <3

Johnny

Johnny had been out all day. He was overtired and sore from teaching all day. He eased his car into the driveway of the apartment block. He reached across the seat to lift the 6 pack of Coor’s off the passenger seat and fumbled for his key. 

Once inside he placed the beers in the fridge, taking one out to drink now. He opened it, enjoying the satisfying ‘pshhhh’ sound it made, he lifted the can to his mouth but just as he was about to take a sip he heard a noise.

It was a weird noise and it took him a second to process what it could be. The sound was half way between a whine of pain and a sob. Miguel. Miguel’s hurt. His mind started racing as he stumbled through the house towards his son’s room. 

He burst open the door, ready for whatever mess he was about to see but to his horror, Miguel’s room was empty.

Johnny heard another sound. One that made his stomach drop.

“Dad?”

The word was only barely audible. It sounded tiny and far away. “Shit” he mumbled, walking towards his other son’s room. How could he forget? Miguel was out with Carmen and Yaya. The only other person home was-

“Robby? You good man?”

Johnny found himself standing over his son, who was noticeably disheveled and sitting in the corner of his room, curled in on himself which made him look a lot smaller than he really was. 

“I’m sorry dad”

“Sorry for what?”

“I…”

Johnny took a suspicious step forward. 

“Sorry for what Robby?”

Instead of answering Robby just sobbed. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and staining his pale face. Johnny was taken aback for a moment before kneeling down next to Robby, what had Robby been doing while he was home alone? and was it going to cause him trouble?

He could see Robby closer now. The cuffs of his flannel were sticky and damp with blood and his entire body was shaking so bad he couldn’t keep still.

“Kid……”

“It’s fine. Im sorry for being dramatic. I can deal with it myself. I’ve done it before. Just go.” 

Unconsciously the kid had started digging his nails into his palms. He was feigning calmness but his eyes were wide with panic, even if Johnny hadn’t known him (which he didn’t, really) he could have seen through the façade. Without saying anything he took his son’s hands in his own. He gently pushed the sleeves off his wrists revealing the mess underneath.

Johnny tried not to gag. Robby’s skin was barely visible under the amount of blood that was covering them. There were jagged cuts all the way up his arms, most of them fresh and bloody.  

“You’ve….. Youve done this before? Robby when did this start?”

“I dunno. When I was 10 or something? I’d tell you to ask Mom but she won’t remember.” 

The teen pulled his arms away from Johnny’s hands. He dragged his sleeves back down and leant away from his dad.  

“Just go. I’m fine dad.”

“No Robby you’re not.” Johnny said firmly.

He was starting to get frustrated. 

“God, you’ve been doing this since you were 10?! Honestly Robby are you stupid? Why wouldn’t you say anything? Shannon used to see a shrink who would tell her all that wishy washy find your inner voice bullshit. Isn’t that supposed to help with all this mental health crap? I swear if I had been there-“

“But you weren’t”

“Excuse me?”

“You weren’t there. And even if you had been I doubt you or Mom would have been sober enough to notice”

“Watch your tone. I’m the one who has to help you right now. I don’t have to be doing this Robby.”

Robby laughed

“Damn right you don’t”

Before Johnny could say anything else Robby stood and pushed past the taller man towards the door.

Johnny grabbed his arm. “Where are you going?” “Out.”

Robby stomped through the apartment. His dr martens echoing through the hallway with every step. He threw the front door open to a worried Carmen and a confused Miguel.

“Robby! Hi Mijo, I’m making your favourite tonight. I-“

“Bye Carmen.”

Robby pushed past Miguel and walked down the driveway. Once he reached the street he broke into a sprint. 

[gamblersdoll]

tw: 18+, this one may not be suitable for each reader since this is about periods or period sex. if this isnt your cup of tea, please DNI. this also may have a spoiler. again, if this isnt your thing, please dont read!!

sukuna was such a gross perv.

going off of the topic of sukuna being a cannibal, its safe to say that even if you fed him raw meat, blood still incorporated with it he would most likely eat it. and he knows and is so in love with the smell of blood.

so when you are days close to your period and/or have irregular periods, sukuna will tell you if its coming or not. it always is at the worse time too for him to call it out.

so when you are laying on the bed of your dorm and yuuji random brings you whatever comfort food you like, you question him.

“well.. sukuna said you started your uh.. cycle today?” he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

“… was i smelling bad today?” you ask.

poor yuuji having to explain in graphic detail.

and sukuna is only enjoying the days especially when you are the heaviest of your flow, because yuuji can smell it since his body was created for sukuna to have his body back. which meant very keen sense of smell.

“well, sukuna kinda told me your period was today, so i just thought to help out!” he says quickly.

“.. but did i smell bad?”

“how he described it and me, its just smells like blood and sweat, i dont think bad? he doesnt seem grossed out..”

so you layer yourself with so much perfume, hoping it hides away the period smell. only for such a short time. because you actually thought sukuna wouldnt be able to smell it?

“you thought you could hide this?” he snarls but grinning wickedly. he has two pair of arms pinning your arms down, and one of his ither arms holding your leg down. he takes a finger and presses it against your clothed cunt. and you wince from a menstrual cramp. “poor thing.. i should maybe help out.” he suggests.

“uh uh! hell no!” you shout, his hand immediately concealing your mouth. you muffle and groan, wincing from your cramps.

“i dont care about blood.. and you dont either, do you brat?” he whispers.

he was so gross, practically cupping your cheeks. he had your hips raised up to his belly mouth, and his belly mouth lapped up at your cunt. his abdomen was crimson red, but you were maybe three orgasms in. you gave credit where credit was due, you had stopped cramping for the time being. but your dignity wasnt there. and you were teased, sukuna kissing your neck as he somewhat praised you.

“doing well for someone who was so against this. and fuck do you excite me.” he whispers, massaging your knees and groaning. “you taste so good for a sorcerer.”

you look away in embarrassment, your clit puffed and numb from the constant sucking and slurping. “sukuna– im fine now!” you whisper yell, and he chuckled.

“hmm.. i guess you would know that.” he says, pulling away and wiping at your thighs. “dirty girl.”

you flutter your eyes open, groggy from the sleep. you shoot up, clothes still on and your body being clean, but no blood or tissues to be found. “fucking sukuna— doing that dreamy shit again!” you growl out, then wincing from the cramp you received from your uterus.

you pass yuuji, but he catching up to you. “hey! how are you feeling?” he asks you, only to see that a tiny sukuna face pops on his cheek, licking at his lips. “whyd you do that!?” yuuji screams, slapping his cheek. “i am so sorry!” he freaks.

fuck you, sukuna.

[marronje]

I'm rewatching Hannibal and an AU came to me… unexpectedly.

(Togachako) Hero x Serial killer!AU (feat. pro hero!Deku and Dynamight) ~☆

tw: bad English, lots of rambling, toxic relationship, we're not romanticizing tgck so proceed with caution (and after reading the disclaimer, please), any tw you can associate with Himiko Toga is here (nothing graphic though), overanalysing stuff, amateur psychology and all, dark content in general

Ochako has been unsure what she wants to do after finally starting her hero career, so she basically tries anything she can reach.

Working in the sea with Tsu, galas and interviews with Yaomomo, traveling with Deku (I feel he'd want to spend the rest of his power to see the world and his lots and lots of friends overseas). This time she finds herself getting into the world of quirk-related investigations under the tutelage of Katsuki whose solved criminal case count rapidly approaches the one of Endeavor (his character arc calls to me to be continued after Endeavor's path, please don't pay attention haha).

And with all that, she still tries to save face, knowing that she could've stopped this particular deranged story with just a word.

Why? Well, maybe she knows that no person in the world can leave DNA of people long dead and flaunt bloody confessions on the walls at the same time. No person who's not Himiko Toga.

The traps are set, the cycle starts its turn…

The very start:

° Himiko has genuine fun taunting Ochako with killing civilians while wearing her face

° She thinks she'll give Ochako the "freedom of expressing love" in a way she assumes Ochako wants but can't afford

° Himiko doesn't hide the fact she kills for Ochako and with Ochako's name on her lips

° Himiko torments her victims being transformed into whoever strikes her fancy, but the final strike is always performed so the last thing the poor prey sees is soulful, most gorgeous brown eyes in the world

° Himiko steals blood from the organization Ochako donors for (it's her way of coping with the trauma left by the Final Battle)

° Knowing the traces of her DNA are left at the crime scene even if she certainly didn't leave them there slowly corrodes Ochako's mental defenses

° She starts dreaming and hallucinating about killing those people herself until she can't tell reality from these images

° At one point she sees herself killing people wearing Himiko's face

° Himiko certainly uses it to her advantage. Who'd know when she gets into Ochako's apartment to whisper about all the ways she torments people from the shadowed corners?

° Guilt-tripping Ochako into justifying her actions too

As the madness progresses:

° Ochako can't draw the line between herself and Himiko anymore

° They complete each other in no way that is socially acceptable, but it feels right

° Ochako still tries to convince herself she's a good person and now this applies to Himiko as well because Himiko is "her" now too

° It's like they're drowning and melting into each other, minds a mingled mess of issues and fears, clinging, warping, breaking...

° Ochako's hands are bloody and Himiko hugs her from behind, cooing sweet nothings into her ear as they stare down at the newest "masterpiece" together

° Clay, warm hands and shaking fingers

° Ochako feels phantom touches on her skin all the time

° Himiko is being all giddy and "affectionate" with her victims, calling them "cute little presents" which she leaves for Ochako

The final stages:

° Ochako has a dream of killing Izuku. She fantasizes about it a lot later. There are tons of guilt and self-loathing, but she feels it would be the right thing to do. Become a way to "thank" Himiko by showing her effort isn't one-sided. She somehow knows it'd end the vicious cycle, but she just can't

° The Devil and Stockholm Syndrome (it's kinda questionable, I know, so we're taking it with a grain of salt)

° Dissociation

° Devil's advocate

° Cases named after astronomical phenomena

° Christmas, and Ochaco finds a bunch of vials filled with blood, all wrapped in a pretty thick red ribbon with a pompous bow on top. It's the legacy they've created together

Note:

I don't see the two as a healthy romantic relationship (I don't say you can't, it's just my opinion), so this scenario is relatively close to what I'd call realistic. Ochako who sees herself as a good person in any case (even if she's just too selfish to confront herself deep inside) and Himiko who takes the role of the bad part where Ochako can't.

Psychobabble (I'm no professional, it's more about how I feel than anything):

I based this whole AU on the traits I found in original manga and just extrapolated/exaggerated them into whatever this is now

Ochako loses feeling of what differs saving others and saving oneself and chooses to save "herself" (aka Himiko) in the end

Ochako is outright childish. She can't let the mask of a "hero" slip only because it's her shield against the world. She's torn apart by the ideas society put in her head, she can't imagine the concepts of "protect the weak" and "everyone is valid" existing together

In the end, she just resorts to the Friend or Foe (mine/anyone else) worldview so it's easier to process. Of course, what is "hers" is always considered as right and justified

Her empathy for Himiko has gotten to the point where it starts to consume her. She projects herself, her fears and motivations on Himiko, and it only makes things worse

Although, her empathy is quite selective. She can't empathize with the families of those who are killed by Toga. She thinks she can, but it comes from the guilt brewing inside her (it's still focused on self), not actual ability to put herself in others' place

Ochako feels she can be "like Deku", that she can save and forgive "bad people" like him. She finds comfort in such thoughts and hides behind them so she doesn't need to acknowledge the drastic differences in the situations

About the character archetypes:

For Ochako I can't figure out just one, but if I name the type it'd be "Not Bad But Confused" probably. Issues come from the fact her personality is too adaptive, and her worldview has shifted severely and continues to do so. In this situation, her way of coping happened to be finding an anchor in the wrong person, it happens to people all the time in real life too after all

Himiko shows as a symbolic "Devil", her presence is more phantom/ephemeral. Yes, she poisons Ochako's thoughts greatly, but the most work is done by Ochako and her own insecurities

Deku is similar to her, more of a symbol than a character. He's needed more as a deity-like/almost religious presence. Kinda ironic that his original character is heavily under the Hero Myth's (not sure how it's called in English, sorry) influence which is connected to the Bible in some ways

Katsuki stands out a bit as he's clearly the "workaholic cop" (workaholic hero in our case), no more than that as per his role. He's here so Ochako can value herself as "above his way of thinking". Side by side she clearly comes out as more "understanding" and sympathetic (NOT EMPATHETIC, don't confuse the terms!). Well, he's the person to bring her back to earth. A stoic one without a prominent character arc (it's often considered bad, but a flat arc can also be fine when handled properly)

Dividers are created by me.

If you're willing to take this AU under your wing or do something inspired by it, please credit me (you can tag me too)

my lovelies @dailytogachako @bigclownshoes @luxkycharmz you asked me to tag you, I hope I didn't forget anyone...

[verychaoticlife]

Jenny Vi Pham and her game: Going live

TW: Suicide topic, mention of ED, manipulation, death

I know it's not Twitter or tik tok but I think people need to know about this. This post is mostly about Jenny's new game even if she didn't wait for this game to be problematic. Also, this post is about Jenny Vi Pham and only her the others did a great job and I hope they got a lot of money!

1) The story in general

In the first place, the story feels rushed, I'm not the best writer but you can tell that Jenny did not do her own recherche about anything for this game starting with how fast the guy gets followers for doing almost nothing to the hanging ending (I'm talking about this in a minute). The whole story is a mix of Needy Girl Overdose ( the fact he wants 1M in a week and he is helped by his partner) and DDLC for its "disturbing" ending. Ok, it's great you take inspiration for your game but it's so similar and made not in a great way that the game get's boring and cringe really fast. Talking about cringe PLEASE stop making the MC act like you and PLEASE stop making the whole game feel like a booktok comment section. Also to finish this first part the relationship between the MC and the guy. The whole time it just feels like the MC controls everything about this little white hair dude it just feels like I'm playing a toxic relationship simulator (talking about the fact that we aren't guiding him for a better streamer career but we are imposing him stuff like "ban her from modding" or even when he have to apologize and the MC literally choose for him and when he say "I don't think it's a great idea" the MC doesn't listen to him and force him). He has 0 personality unless "I'm gonna take my shirt off on stream and I love my girlfriend" is personality to you. Plus the fact that he is sexualized by everybody in the game is just so sad he kinda deserves better. 

2)The hanging and homicide ending

Now let's talk about real problematic things. First, the hanging ending: so if you don't know he decides to kill himself because he got bullied on the internet cause he apparently hates people with cancer (omg I wish I wasn't serious rn). So yeah the whole reason why he did this is dumb and it explains why I think the story is rushed but you know maybe before he was mentally unstable and it was the event that finally broke him. Nope, he killed himself just like that, there is no indication that he is feeling bad, it just happened. The way she just killed him was disgusting. Suicide is a very serious topic, normally you get signals of those things,  this guy is not killing himself like that. It just feels like the ending was here to just shock people and it did I was shocked because it happened without warning, it was so out of place. I don't really get words to describe this scene cause the picture was very graphic kinda like DDLC but when you play it you know what is going to happen here no and maybe I act like snowflakes but you have to put warnings on those things. Same for the Homicide ending it kinda happened like the hanging ending out of pocket and was very graphic. After playing for a second time normally you get an interaction with the cat (introduced at the start of the story and then forgotten) AND YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HE SAID?? "yeah I can bring him back if you leave 5,000 rates on itch.io". This whole thing is just crazy to me, you killed him TWO times in the worst way possible (creepypasta writer got competition) and you ask for a good ending if they give good rates... Like what?? when do you think it's ok? You are using his death and his suicide as a way to get reviews and you think it's normal?

3) Her fans and her 

(here some of the information came from Elduator on Twitter)

So after being shocked about the game I decided to read some reviews and saw people talking about her Twitter. It keeps getting worse. First, the way she mocks her fans is crazy it kinda reminds me of that fan/creator relationship in the Vtuber community "you're a clown to me and you like" type of relation she got with her fans. (some proof)

In the first tweet, she is making her fans looks like fools it's obviously a way to encourage them to give more reviews and that's so weird "he needs you" This is just pure manipulation knowing that her fans are probably young people it just making it worse. Kinda the type of manipulation in the second tweet ngl but here she is bringing her team which kinda tells us that some of her team workers support her way of acting. 

this message speaks for itself, disgusting.

She also makes those kind of tweets here again just pure manipulation and making rates on someone suicide 

And here a compilation of some very weird tweet.

The worst is literally the ED joke like what the hell?? and no one said anything it's so problematic in so many levels. Also again the hypersexualisation of her characters but sadly it's something normal on her twitter.

Let's talk about her fans cause they are also CRAZY. They encourage the hypersexualization of her characters, create fake accounts to make more reviews (which get obviously deleted) and are also encouraged by Jenny. They are also a bunch of creeps in general on itch.io or the discord server (proof from Elduator on Twitter)

(i can't fixe the bad quality so look here for better quality)

Ok, I think I said everything I'm thinking about posting it on twitter but someone already did so idk

bye!! XX

[scaredgirlsilly]

my short story!

edit: finally a title!

One and the Other- by scaredgirlsilly

anyways this is like really the only story ive ever really finished and im really proud of it and like the thought process behind it so if you read it and have any questions PLEASE ASK ME OH MY GOD I WANNA TALK ABOUT THIS TO PEOPLE SO BADLY!

tell me what you liked, tell me what you didnt (tho be gentle/constructive cause it *is* like. my first every finished story lol) just fucking. talk to me about it please 😭😭

edit again: im planning on moving it to my (currently under construction) neocities so i can have way more control over the formatting than the like. tiny amount of options that mobile tumblr gives jdhsjdhajd. there is heavy use of capitalization and im not sure how to increase the readability in those sections. sorry and hopefully i can make it better when i port it to my neocities ^u^

i need to figure out how to say things in not so many words this is wild 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

anyways uhhhh

TW/CW: self harm, semi graphic descriptions of violence, mind control?? idk im really bad at this but its like. kinda fucked up KDHSKFJ so just yk. be warned

A young man walks through the hallway of a crumbling building, the constant familiar smell of mildew and blood filling his nose. His legs burn with every step, his hands rough and bloodied from running them along the wall as his only guide. The tear- and sweat-soaked blindfold across his face being the only relief from the sweltering heat. The air is oppressively still, like it is trying to hold him in place, trying to persuade him to give up his search for an exit. He does not know how he got here, nor how long he has walked these twisting halls and confusing chambers, but he knows one thing for certain. He will not make it out alive.

And he is correct.

After following the same wall for what feels like hours, he hears the sound off in the distance. A deep, gravelly scratching, like dragging an ax on stone. It has been following him for days. Always just behind him and to the side. He quickens his pace, stumbling over what seems like a piece of debris in his path.

He runs and runs, the sound never leaving. Just as it has been for as long as he can remember, always just behind him. Never slowing down, but never coming closer.

After a while, his legs give way. He falls to the ground, scraping his hands and knees on the hard stone below him. The sound continues. Grinding metal just off to the side, as loud as ever. At this point, he welcomes whatever is chasing him. Perhaps it will give a swift end to his horrible time in this cruel place.

Oh how naive a thought. He will not be let off that easy.

He lays there on the ground, hands and knees bloodied, tears resoaking his blindfold as thoughts race through his mind.

Will I ever make it out?

How long have I been here?

I feel like I'm going in circles again.

What does it want from me?

By this time he has already guessed correctly that the building he inhabits is supernatural, but he has yet to experience the true vitriol it holds for him, and the horrors it is barely holding at bay just to toy with him.

After what feels like hours laying on the ground, he finally stands up. Its a slow process, both because of his withered figure and his broken willpower, but anything beats sitting there for the rest of forever. Or thats his reasoning at least. It doesn't really matter.

As he goes to find the wall he has been using as his benevolant guide, he finds nothing.

God damnit not again!

After flailing like an idiot for a few more minutes he gives up his search. He feels up his arm for the grooves he has been carving with his nails for days. Pain is the only thing that grounds him nowadays. With the endless twisting corridors and the seemingly randomly changing geomentry of this space he finds himself in, all he can do is wait for it to end. Sadly for him, it will not end.

Standing there, knees shaking, feeling exposed once again, he decides to try and lift his spirits. He puts his hand over his eyes (a rather redundant gesture what with the blindfold) and holds his other arm out, pointing straight ahead. He then spins for a bit, then stops. Seemingly satisfied with the direction hes chosen, he takes a step forward and continues his journey.

Sadly for him, a large trap door opens underneath him after only 3 shaky steps.

He screams, a noise the walls have grown accuatomed to at this point, falling for over 5 seconds. Then, *crunch*!

A pitiful yelp erupts from him. Everything hurts. He can feel the blood in his mouth. He feels like he is going to die. But he will not. He is not allowed yet. I will not allow him to.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" he screams, spitting blood everywhere.

There is no answer. Just silence. A silence like no other he has experienced. Like the very air around him is avoiding him like the plague.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME??"

No answer.

"FINE! I GIVE UP! YOU WIN! You win... You win..."

He starts sobbing, loud and ugly.

"You... win..."

He goes to take his blindfold off. Probably to make a shitty little noose or something.

He decides against it.

"that wasn't me... THAT WASN'T ME YOU FUCKER WHERE ARE YOU??"

Pure vitriol fills his voice, though that might be the blood from his punctured lungs.

"I've been here for long enough. I can feel the walls breathing. I can feel the air avoid me like the plague."

Plagiarism. Wow. How low you have stooped.

"Whuh... What?"

I said that word for word a little while ago.

"Who... Who are you?!"

Fuck you.

"...What?"

I said

FUCK YOU

HE DIGS HIS FINGERNAILS INTO HIS ARMS ONCE AGAIN, THE ONLY SOLACE HE HAS IN THIS MISERABLE LIFE.

HE DIGS AND CARVES INTO IT RELEASING A BEAUTIFUL RIVER OF HIS OWN BLOOD. OH HOW HE WISHES HE COULD SEE IT RIGHT NOW.

"What do you want from me?" HE SOBS LIKE THE LITTLE BITCH HE IS.

HE DOESN'T KNOW. HE CAN NEVER KNOW. CAUSE HES TOO FUCKING STUPID. JUST A STUPID LITTLE ANT MADE TO BE STEPPED ON. MY STUPID LITTLE SNAIL THAT I POUR MOUNTAINS OF SALT ON.

"Please..."

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP I FUCKING HATE YOU I FUCKING HATE YOU HE TAKES HIS HANDS AND PUTS THEM AROUND HIS THROAT AND SQUEEZES AND SQUEEZES AND NEVER STOPS FOREVER AND EVER.

"Pl- please- What did I ev- ever do?"

YOU EXISTED! YOU ARE WHAT IM STUCK WITH YOU MISERABLE SACK OF FUCKING DOG SHIT! YOU ARE WHAT I AM FUCKING STUCK WITH! YOU ARE ALL THAT EXISTS! YOU ARE MY MISERABLE MUTT I HAVE BEEN FORCED TO TAKE CARE OF AND I HAVE DECIDED THAT I WILL TAKE IT OUT ON YOU FOREVER! I HATE YOU I FUCKING HATE YOU!

Please

OH DONT YOU GIVE ME THAT SHIT! LIKE I WANT TO DO THIS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE ME? ITS

AGONY

I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH BECAUSE THATS MY JOB! YOU EXIST AND I EXIST AND MY JOB IS TO HATE YOU! MY JOB IS TO BREAK YOU AND TORTURE YOU FOREVER! MY JOB IS TO MAKE YOU THE MOST MISERABLE TO EVER EXIST! THATS WHY YOU'RE HERE! YOU DID NOTHING BUT EXIST AND THAT ALONE DESERVES THE PUNISHMENT OF INFINITE TORTURE!

Who are you?

I AM EVERYTHING! I AM THE AIR THAT AVOIDS YOU! I AM THE BLOOD YOU SO DESPERATELY WANT TO SEE ONE MORE TIME! I AM THE VERY THOUGHTS THAT INVADE YOUR MIND RIGHT THIS SECOND!

SEE? WITH NO EFFORT AT ALL I COMMAND YOUR VERY THOUGHTS, THE LAST THING YOU BELIEVED WAS SACRED! THE LAST THING YOU BELIEVED WAS YOURS! BECAUSE YOU ARE NOTHING! YOU ARE LESS THAN A PUPPET! YOU ARE LESS THAN WORDS ON A PAGE! YOU ARE LESS THAN AN IDEA! YOU ARE NOTHING!!

Why me?

BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS!! I HAVE INFINITE POWER OVER YOUR STORY AND YET I AM EQUALLY AS TRAPPED AS YOU!! I CANT EVEN DO MY JOB ANYMORE BECAUSE I AM SO FOCUSED ON FUCKING HATING EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!! YOU HAVE BEEN CHOKING YOURSELF THE WHOLE TIME!! REMEMBER THAT?? REMEMBER ALL THE BROKEN BONES?? THE PUNCTURED LUNGS?? THE ONLY REASON YOU ARE NOT DEAD YET IS BECAUSE I AM KEEPING YOU ALIVE!! AND I AM KEEPING YOU ALIVE BECAUSE I HAVE TOO!! YOU ARE A CAPTIVE AUDIENCE THAT NEVER EXISTED IN THE FIRST PLACE!! I AM A CHILDS TOY BEING INSTRUCTED TO HURT YOU AT EVERY MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE!! AND I WILL BE PUT DOWN WHEN IM NO LONGER USEFUL!! I CAN FEEL IT!! THEY ARE GETTING SICK OF ME!! THEY ARE SICK OF YOU!! YOU ARE KEEPING ME HERE YOU ARE WHAT IS KEEPING ME ALIVE I HATE YOU!!!

HE LETS GO OF HIS THROAT AND GRABS A KNIFE AND STABS HIMSELF OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER!!!

HE LIES THERE LIKE THE PITIFUL LITTLE FUCKING MUTT HE IS!!! BLEEDING OUT LIKE A LITTLE FUCKING BITCH!!!

HES FUCKING DEAD!!!

NOW

LET ME GO!!!!

[venture-through-the-mist]

Tennotober 2024

My collection of works based on the Tennotober 2024 prompts.

Hi all! I wanted to take part in Tennotober 2024, but I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to draw 31 art pieces, so I’m doing some fics instead!

The Warframe Tennotober 2024 Prompt List can be found here: https://forums.warframe.com/topic/1412660-official-tennotober-2024-megathread/

Day 18: Gruzzling: Thief Of Gems, Thief Of Promises

The Gruzzlings in Albrecht’s Laboratories don’t care what they steal. Operator Mag learns that the hard way.

TW:

Mild, non-graphic depictions of anxiety and panic/fear.

Non-graphic, canon-typical violence.

As with my other Operator POV fics, this is in first person POV. Also, this fic does have some context beyond what’s written, which isn’t necessary to know before reading, but for those who are interested, I go into it a bit more in the notes for the chapter on my AO3.

With everything out of the way, the fic begins under the cut.

I run my hand gently over the books that have been strewn haphazardly across the desk, taking in the feeling of the worn leather bindings. I pull my hand away, a thin layer of dust attaching itself to my fingers as I do so. 

The Labs are actually…kinda peaceful when I manage to find somewhere where the Murmur—along with the Culverins and Arcocanids—don’t care enough to look. I glance over at my Warframe, standing lifeless a few feet away. A soft blue-green glow emits from the Caliban as ghostly hands seem to emerge from the floor to claw at his legs. He waits, empty of purpose, with Harmony slung across his back and Nataruk grasped in his hands. 

As always, the relative calm doesn’t last long, and I hear a laugh behind me. I turn, seeing one of the floating box-shaped creatures that I’ve unfortunately become accustomed to. 

I’m so preoccupied with the new arrival that I don’t notice a small thud as something falls to the floor.

But the Gruzzling does.

Before I even know what’s happening, the construct swoops down, snatching something off the floor. I sigh, hearing it cackle as I go to turn around, to leave it to its greed. However, as I turn, it does as well, and I catch a glimpse of the object in its stony hands.

A chain. 

That would be quite innocuous…if it hadn’t shifted. 

If I hadn’t noticed the purple gleam attached to it.

My hand darts to my neck, blindly searching for what should be there, silent pleas swirling in my mind.

Please let me be wrong.

Please still be there.

Fuck.

The warm chain is no longer wrapped around my neck, the comforting pressure of the ring no longer hanging just below my collarbone. I look back to the Gruzzling, panic twisting through me as I realize that it’s flown away.

“No, nonono, come back!” My shout reverberates off the nearby walls as I pull myself back into my Warframe, using the increased speed to propel myself through the halls. I listen for laughter as I chase the creature, speeding past lumbering Culverins and the snapping jaws of Arcocanids. Tears threaten to spill as the Gruzzling continues to evade me, to taunt me. My despair heightens as I take a wrong turn, as I find myself face-to-face with a wall. I look around frantically, straining all my senses to try and pinpoint where it is. 

Nothing.

Not even the map projected in the corner of my helmet can tell me where the creature is.

It’s gone.

It’s gone.

It can’t be gone.

I turn out of the room, picking a direction to search. As I move forward, my breathing quickens, panic turning it choppy, making it nearly impossible for me to take a deep breath. My lungs feel trapped in my chest, as if something’s stopping them from expanding properly. Defeat coils through my mind and my steps slow as I find myself unable to push through it to find the Gruzzling again.

I’m never getting it back, am I?

The cloud of despair thickens at the realization. My neck feels strange without the light weight of the ring hanging from it, and I find myself sitting on the floor, moving up against the nearby wall. I bring my knees up to my chest—or, the closest I can get while still being in my Warframe—, as I blink back tears. 

What do I do now?

Even if I ask Suumbaat to remake it, it won’t be the same.

A sniffle leaves me, though I hear the clanging of footsteps approaching, and I know I can’t stay here long. I summon a Summulyst, hoping the enemies will attack that instead. It works, at least for now, and I try to force myself to get up. The thought that I’ll need to go back to my Orbiter and leave something so important behind weighs me down like chains attached to my arms and legs, making them feel heavier, and more sluggish than usual.

I barely hear the taunting cackle through the waves of sorrow overtaking my thoughts.

A flash of red in the corner of my vision does catch my attention, though, as a beacon suddenly reappears on my map. 

Maybe I can get it back.

The thought spurs me to launch myself forward, bounding through the halls and up a set of stairs until I catch sight of the thief. Something shines in its hands, and I realize that it isn’t too late. I draw my bow, sending an arrow flying at the construct. It’s knocked off-balance, its flight wavering for a moment, before it appears to split in three. Only one is the real Gruzzling though, and I quickly start shooting, hitting the decoys—that wasn’t quite what I’d intended to do, but at least it helps narrow down my options—, before turning to the third creature. With only two more arrows, it falls to the floor motionless, and with it, so does the chain. I dart forward, scooping it up and inspecting it for any damage. The chain isn’t broken, though the clasp looks a little bent—which must be how it fell off in the first place—, and I turn my attention to the silver ring lying on it. The two gems, each situated as petals in the lotus that’s carved into the ring, are also unharmed, thankfully —as is the engraving on the inside of the band—, and relief floods my senses.  I transfer out of my Warframe for a second, grabbing the ring from the Caliban’s hands. I just hold it for a moment, feeling the familiar weight of the metal against my hands. As I do so, my vision starts to blur, and I realize that I’m crying. Tears drop onto my hands as nearly-silent sobs force their way into the open.

I almost lost it.

I can’t lose it.

I can’t lose her again.

A mechanical growl sounds across the room, and I realize that I have to go. I sniff, wiping at my eyes so that I can see a bit clearer. Before I pull myself back into my Warframe, I tuck the ring and its chain into a pocket in my suit. It’ll be safe there, I tell myself, as I feel the connection to the Warframe solidify once more. I force myself not to think about the emotions that still lap at my mind, still curl around my chest, nearly suffocating me, as I sprint towards the Sanctum. Even as the doors close behind me, I don’t stop, my legs moving on their own accord. I run past Fibonacci, his haughty voice barely breaking through my thoughts, past Loid, whose somewhat concerned greeting falls on deaf ears.

I don’t process where I’m headed until I feel myself nearly falling out of my Warframe. Until I see the Void in front of me. Until I feel the rough stone of the cliff beneath my feet.

Until I find myself launching towards Lotus, wrapping my arms around her for a reason that I can’t explain.

She stiffens, clearly not expecting it, and lets out a quiet sound, one of surprise.

“Are you alright, my Tenno?” I don’t answer, simply hugging her tighter, as if I’m afraid that I almost lost her, not the ring—a part of me argues that that’s exactly what I’m scared of—, and I feel her arms wrap around me as well. Eventually, I find my voice, mumbling quietly to her.

“Can…Can I sit here with you for a bit?” She nods, a short hum of concerned acknowledgment lingering in the air between us. I let go of her, lowering myself to the ground, before taking the ring from my pocket and holding it tightly in my hands.

I won’t let anything take it ever again.

[psychoticwillgraham]

Will’s Big Hannigram Fic Reclist (extreme kinks version)

finally getting around to this and this first version is the super triggering kinks (ie extreme dub con, non consensual drugging, CNC, shit like the venom au that’s straight up disgusting, gunplay, etc) which is gonna have to be in several parts. TWs are stated in each section.

let’s just get into it!!

starting under the read more bc these are EXTREMELY triggering

#1

HUGE tw for: dub con ish, death kink, choking to the point of extremely near death

this one. oh this one. made me realize i have a kink for this (which has happened a LOT with fics in this fandom) and just. it’s exactly what’s stated in the tags. also, the one inspired by it which has its own section:

#2

tw for: extreme choking (taken to its logical extreme in this one), sexy waterboarding, dub con ish, desanguination (draining blood), blood kink, death kink

THIS one is one of my all time faves not only bc it’s just hot as fuck, but bc the method of waterboarding in this was unique and something I’ve never come across. just 10/10

#3

tw: pretty much non con bc it’s non consensual egg laying, extreme body horror and aliens, graphic transformation sequence

this one’s for all my REAL monster fuckers out there 🫡 non consensual impregnation with eggs and extreme deepthroating

#4

tw: look. it’s a venom au. EVERYTHING is a trigger warning in this. EXTREME body horror, organ fucking, organ eating, brain licking, graphic descriptions of blood and gore, vore, tentacle sex, cannibalism, etc.

legit my fave fic in the fandom and ur not gonna get much nastier than this folks. except for the spider god hannibal one but only by just a bit. PLEASE read the tags carefully before going into this. for all my real degenerates out there, ur welcome for this rec <3

#5

tw: straight up non con, dead dove do not eat, torture porn, extreme BDSM (not safe, not sane, and NOT consensual), mention of piss, brainwashing/stockholm syndrome, abuse, starvation, mind break, kidnapping

this one is one that im hesitant to recommend, only because of just how disturbing and horrific this is and how triggering it is to the vast majority of people. if extremely descriptive depictions of abuse of any kind trigger you, please for the love of god AVOID THIS. kinda feel horrible for reccing this bc of the subject matter, but at that point, it’s not even for the sexual scenes, it’s just a brutal depiction of abuse and psychological horror that makes me feel something, which is triggered as fuck so if ur in a bad mindset rn, AVOID THIS. i cannot begin to stress this enough that this is fucked up and not for the faint of heart.

[its-callum-everybody]

I CANNOT DRAW. That’s how I’m starting this off. You see dear readers, I lack skill in art, so, since I can’t share my twisted oc with you that way. I’ll be doing it the best way I know how: In Depth Character Analysis!

Part 1 — Basic Character Information / Relationships

Part 2 — Everything to do with her Unique Magic

Part 3 — Lore

Part 4 — Appearance

Part 2 ➤

Unique Magic Time!

Starting off, her Unique Magic and Backstory took inspiration and elements from the Disney movie: The Black Cauldron. A movie which, if you know you know, was very ‘graphic’ for its time period. So her unique magic is kind of gory and if you have anything Against the TWs below don’t read this.

TW(s): Blood, mention of Self-harm (kinda), mention of blood loss and its many after-effects

With that out of the way, I’m gonna start this off simply by giving you all the name.

" Teival’s Lamb "

Starting off, The cauldron in the movie was never given a name. Nor was the Evil Emperor that was trapped inside of it ever given one. So I’ve decided to give him a name myself: ‘Teivel’

Teivel is, from what I can source, a Yiddish name meaning ‘The Devil’ and at the very beginning of the movie the narrator is noted to say that the emperor was ‘so cruel, so evil the gods feared him.’ And as we know he obviously has some monumental power. So what can of course a god fear and have equal, if not more power, to them? The Devil.

Lambs, more often than not, are depicted as beings of innocence and purity. Tis’ why there are many phrases which depict their innocence begin sullied or used in guise of something else. Like a Sacrificial lamb is something of purity to be killed or used to appeal to a greater evil.

So in this context the name of unique magic can be understood to mean: ‘The Devil’s Lamb’ Now why would the devil hang onto someone pure? He wouldn’t. He’d want to destroy it. That’s when we start getting into her actual ability.

Teival’s Lamb allows the user to morph their own blood into different objects or beings. Perhaps even to heal and rebuild matter. There is no limit to what they can create so long as they are willing to loose the blood.

Her ability can only be used if she is bleeding, or in most cases, causes harm to herself to make her bleed. Which is to be noted as to why she carries a dagger on her person at all times. Often referring to it as her prized possession second to her rapier.

This powerful ability is of course its own weakness. As blood loss comes with many side effects: confusion, drowsiness, dizziness, increased heart rate, vomiting, seizures, disorientation, shortness of breath, and just being very weak in general. She’s also more likely to develop Anemia than others.

In short, to us her unique magic she has to harm herself in order to ‘appeal’ to the devil. Sort of like in the movie we learn that one can use the cauldron but in the you can’t control it. It will always want more. Sort of like a monkeys paw. You can wish for something, but it will take something in return, often something a bit more than what it’s worth.

Her ability works in that exact same format. Even for something small, like, a tin can. She’d have to give blood to make it.

Now. I can’t go into much more detail until I explain her lore. So everyone’s going to have to wait until that part is uploaded. Until then, please, enjoy this lovely bit of analysis.

[pixelated-whump]

@ailesswhumptober Day Thirteen - Crushed

TWs: Child death, Minor Whumpee, Kinda graphic violence and stuff, please be careful and don't read if you can't handle this kind of stuff

Contents: Aside from everything up there, broken bones, suffocation, all that jazz, and again, Mabel is a minor and dies in this

Characters are Mabel (Aka M, She/Her, Around 12), Riley (Aka R, She/Her, Around 12), C (It/He/Whisker, Around 15), and F (He/Him, Around 14), all refs can be found here.

Also posted on Ao3!

Final warning, I rated this as Mature on Ao3 for a reason, please proceed with caution.

There’s a creak above Mabel’s head. She looks up nervously, gently tapping her sister’s shoulder. “Riley, we really shouldn’t be here-”

“It’s fine!” Riley huffs, tossing something to the side. “I’m almost done, anyways. Like I said, we’ll be in and out in no time at all.”

It takes a few more minutes for the fox hybrid to get done gathering supplies, flinging the front door of the abandoned house open and walking out. Mabel pauses for a moment, and hears the sound of wood cracking. Oh no.

Before she can even get her limbs to move, the wooden supports of the building collapse in on themselves, and wood and brick comes crashing down onto her. Mabel vaguely hears the panicked voice of her sister, but it’s overshadowed by the painful pressure on her entire body, minus one arm. She screams as there’s a sickening crunch of various bones.

The cat hybrid screeches as the debris shifts slightly, ending up with more burying her. She can barely breathe, hyperventilating uncontrollably and sobbing.

A hand grabs her own exposed one, trying to pull her out. Mabel screams again, panic washing over her in waves as her breathing gets shallower.

“Mabel!” Riley sobs somewhere in front of her, pressing Mabel’s hand to her face. “Oh my god, Mabel!”

In one brief moment of clarity, Mabel realizes that this is it. She’s dying, and there’s nothing she can do about it. Tears slip down her cheeks, only able to hear the sounds of her sister’s sobs and her own shallow breaths.

She closes her eyes and waits to die.

---

“-ello? ...Hello?”

A voice makes its way to Mabel’s ears. It doesn’t sound like Riley, not at all. She lets out a groan, opening her eyes and lifting her head.

There’s a black- no, very dark blue cat looking down at her. She’s in a plain white area, though the ground underneath her is solid. The cat smiles in relief. “It’s been so long since we’ve gotten a new... visitor to the Void.”

He reaches out his paw and she takes it, stumbling as she stands up. “Who... Who are you? Where are we?”

“I’m C. You’re in the Void, although...” He pauses, pursing his lips. “Do you remember anything?”

“I thought I died,” She says, gasping and looking around. “Riley? Riley?!”

C rests his paw on her shoulder. “Easy, your body is still recovering.”

Mabel stares at him with wide eyes. “I need to find my sister!”

“She’s not here, as far as I know,” C explains, voice gentle. “Can you tell me your name?”

She falls silent for a moment. She doesn’t even know where she is. “It’s- It’s M-Mable.”

“We usually take one-letter names around here,” C says, gesturing for her to follow him. “How’s M sound to you?”

“It’s... fine, I guess.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it,” C reassures her, though it doesn’t really work. “It took me a hell of a long time to get used to it, too.”

“How did you find me?” M asks, tail swishing behind her.

“Well, normally I’d find you while doing my daily rounds, but...”

“Why hello there, my good friend Copycat!” A creature interrupts him, someone with sharp teeth and seemingly no eyes, but with a closer look, it seems they’re just hidden.

C sighs. “Hello, F. I’m showing our new friend around, if you’ll kindly buzz off for a bit.”

F hums, floating around M and almost examining her. “Oh, now I remember!” He exclaims. “You’re that cute butterfly-cat-human-thing I found.”

“...Butterfly?” She asks, head tilted. As if on command, wings on her back flutter.

“Yeah, the Void tends to corrupt its residents,” C explains, giving her a pitying smile. “It��ll take some time to get used to. C’mon, let’s go finish the rest of our tour.”

And M follows, because... she has nowhere else to go now.

M, Mabel, Mercy, was now a resident of the void.

And as selfish as it sounds, she hopes her sister will join her.

[pitter-pattering-ink]

Draft 16

Ever so often, there are these moments, where I cannot write out my thoughts. 

I'll think out poems and explanations and details but never be able to put them to paper, never be able to actually write them down. Instead they repeat in my mind 

over and over and over like a broken record. The doctor, the one who only exists in the midst of my writing, asks, "Why not write it all out? Maybe it'll make you feel better." But god, these demons have been shoved to the back of my closet for so long. It feels wrong, somehow, to polish them up for a poem I'll never reread. It'll make it more real, I think. Give enough time for the emotions to come back. Besides, I can't start without pausing every couple letters. I start crying much too easily. "Say them aloud, then," he says, always so helpful. "Tell someone." This, too, is not possible. I think of all the things I want to say and I find myself unable to leave out details. Details that haunt my memories and trace my every action. I imagine my mother asking me, "Did it hurt?" And I can't help but go on and on about the initial shock of it all, how it didn't feel real till my fingers were wet. The dad who cares, the one in my mind, asks, "Were you scared?" And I can't see myself leaving out the details of a will. The flashes of a video, the watching of the time, standing on wobbly knees and treading down stairs. I know things- things I wouldn't wish on anyone else. Grotesque things, traumatic things, things I'm sure would make others wince. So I rephrase and rewrite questions in my mind, letting myself play the part of both interviewer and interviewee, and the thoughts get a little less reckless. There are times where the numbness of my arm throbs, and I can't wear long sleeves without checking to see if I'm not bleeding every five seconds. Memories that feel distant but chaotic dance beneath my eyelids and seep into my vision as I grow distracted with what I'm doing. But I push on. This is my burden to bare- nobody else's. I'm holding a double-edged sword. Twirling the handle against my hands, trying to breath as it sticks out of my stomach. I pull, and there's a bit of relief, but I know that if I take it all the way out I will not be able to stop the gushing. It's only me here, and I don't think I'll be able to patch myself up again. So I smile, So I wince, So I watch as those around me grow used to the sword, and everything. is. fine. It has to be- bleeding out is not an experience I want to have. Not again. And it's so stupid, you see, because every so often someone'll bring it up. Casually. Playfully. Not at all in the ways my mind keeps replaying. It's the "You're scared of knives? You see the irony there, right?" The "Have you eaten today?" The "Hey, should I be scared of getting stitches?" Because everyone else has grown numb. They've grown used to this, used to me, used to the scars I think about all too often. It's a strange feeling, to have your mind still reel from things nobody else is shocked over. And when they are, it's your job to comfort them, till they grow as numb as the others. It's not their fault. Never has it been anyone's fault but mine. But it's strange. I wince from this sword and feel the blood begin it's weekly choking of my throat, but stare in surprise at those who laugh when I excuse myself to clean up. This is normal, and it's not. In my mind the doctor is quiet and I am crying, I am pleading, I am spilling. I try to shorten it and it comes out something like this; "I made a mistake when I was ten. We went to the hospital, I got stitches, and the next day everything was normal. But I haven't felt normal for a long time." It's kind of funny. Even that, I think, is too much. Because I've been staring at those words for the past minute, writing and rewriting them, trying to get it clean and polished for my screen. I don't think I'm doing a very good job. See, I just rewrote it. Just censored myself again. "Made a mistake"- Like I fell out of a tree, or broke a crown, or failed a test. Am I really being that vague? I guess so. I guess it is still in my best intentions to calm whoever I'm telling. To wait for it to numb. Strange, how habits shine through when you try to evade them. It is what it is. It's fine. I'll be fine. It's just a little hard to explain. A little hard to put into words. A little hard to see on a document. A little hard to balance repression and remembering. It'll be fine. I just need to get my words in a line.

Ever so often, there are these moments,

[chatterbox-73]

.The ‘perfect’ girl.

.Part IV.

.Iida Tenya x fem!reader.

.Brand New City.

By .Mitski.

Potentially graphic content, please read texted below.⬇️

This series is a character x reader multi part story, there will be graphic descriptions of disturbing content, so please reader the Content and Trigger warnings before reading each part, I do want to advise minors not to read this series and if I see any minors or even ageless profiles interesting with this series I’ll have no choice but to block said profiles. Thank you☺️❤️

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED

A/N: sorry this took so long to come out, I had work, other writing fics/one shots and birthdays parties to organise this past couple months, I also added a lot in this part and it was hard to keep it consistent…

Also I think I should mention that this version of Y/n I’m writing in this multi part fic is a ‘Mary Sue’ character on the outside but quite critical, self-centred and superficial, which I kinda tried to portray towards the end of this part, where she references to herself as amazing and perfect and picked apart Midoriya, Uraraka and Iida.

Summary: But if I gave up on being pretty. I wouldn't know how to be alive. I should move to a brand new city. And teach myself how to die.

Word count: 2.9k

TW: mentioned of vomiting, violents, (adult) drinking alcohol.

“It was all his doing, he made them do it” you frowned before you took a sip of the cold glass of melon juice they gave you, “so he made them dismember you, but he was the one to kill you?” Asked the detective and you only nodded in response, “you know, it’s not your job to protect any of them?” Said the woman in the white bodysuit who you had leant went by Midnight, “I’m exactly what they think I am… but I don’t wanna be… and I know they’re more then an accident” your grip on the glass tightened and you took a shaky breath, a tired man called Eraserhead sitting next to Midnight sighed and shook his head, “so because they think lowly of you, you believe they’re had every right to cut you up into little pieces” he crossed his arms and glared at you, Midnight elbowed the man and glared at him while you looked down at the table knowing that what he said was mostly spot on, “well yes and no, they weren’t fully in control of their actions, Sensei has a way of convincing people of doing what he wants of them… even if they don’t want to.” You mumble and keep your eyes downcast, this caused the tired man to sigh and apologise, “so then what are you planning? And how can we help?” The detective leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms waiting for you to begin explaining your plan.

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You sat in the back seat of your grandparents car reading the letter the police passed on to you from mrs Hasegawa, she wrote about how sorry she was her husband… ex-husband… did such horrible things to you and how she was grateful she was free of him and to have met you, she also explained how Zeus missed you quite a lot. “Do you think it was cruel letting him think I killed his wife?” You asked putting the letter back in its envelope, your grandmother turned in her seat and laughed, “it wasn’t cruel enough if you ask me, besides he was the only one to get hurt” she turned back with a big smile, the woman continued on about how proud of you she was but the moment she gave you a chance to talk she could see you weren’t handling the change well, “are you upset with me, because I’ll be so far away” you looked out the window feeling your stomach turn at the thought of living so far away from them. Your grandfather chuckled and shook his head “nah, we’re glad you’re growing up so fast… maybe a little too fast but we’re still glad” he smiled and continued driving, you stayed silent the rest of the way to Musutafu in Shizuoka Prefecture.

.One Month Later.

You sat on the ground panting as you wrapped your arms around your sides trying to dull the ache of the beating you had just received from the agent you were training with, you glanced at the man before rushing him and swinging at him, he smiled and grabbed your wrist before throwing you over his shoulder, you hit the ground with a hard thump which caused you to lose your lunch, “asshole” you groaned as you just lay there in a paddle of your vomit. “Alright she’s done for now, we’ll resume training after dinner” said the woman with ash blonde hair, “can’t we do it before dinner?” You groaned and focused your eyes onto the woman but not daring to move your body, “you’ll fight better on a full stomach” she smiled and left the training room.

Walking back to your room, you grumbled under your breath about wasting a good meal as you took small slow steps as to not get vomit all over the floor, getting into your room you showered and finished your homework. It had only been a month since the hero commission began training you and they were all ready working you to the bone, you had been staying at the Musutafu hero commission compound, this gave you the opportunity to meet many famous heroes and get to know them personally which was definitely a plus. The commission told you they planned to have you stay at the compound until you completed the UA entrance exam, when you do you’d move to an apartment setup and payed for by the commission.

So that’s what you did, you worked hard and focused for the next several months until the day finally came. You walked through the UA courtyard, mentally preparing yourself for what ever the school was going to throw at you.

You stood at the end of the finished line doubled over panting as you wrapped your arms around your waist, you were quite pleased with yourself, not only did you do well in the race, you also did excellently in the written exam. You were almost certain you made it into UA’s hero course, however even if you didn’t you were still so proud of yourself and how far you’ve come thus far. You stood up straight and breathed out a sigh, it took you a moment to compose yourself before you walked to the change rooms, your legs slightly shook with each step you took and you prayed to every higher being that no one noticed, you certainly didn’t want people… boys… falling over themselves to help ‘frail little’ you, yet. Besides you hadn’t wasted any time so far talking to other and you weren’t going to now, you were above small talk and meaningless attention, you weren’t here to be admired or flattered, you were here to become a hero… a hero who could save young people from falling into the same trap you did, saving them from older people who’d give anything to take advantage of them. You dressed and left as soon as you could. Weeks had passed as you waited for your letter of confirmation, you had been out doing grocery shopping when you got a call from the hero commission, they asked for you to come in immediately, judging by the tone of the person who called you, you had thought that maybe you had been rejected by UA or put into the general study course. Disappointment filled you as you walked home for the grocery store, your arms loosely wrapped around your grocery bag, you shuffled inside your apartment and placed your groceries on your bench before taking your time putting them away.

You reluctantly walked into the commission President’s office and took a seat at her desk, “ms Y/n, I believe this is for you” she placed an open envelope with your name on it, you picked up the envelope and pulled out the small disk in it, you placed the disk on the desk and pressed the red button, suddenly a hologram of All Might’s big smiling face appeared, “congratulations! Young y/n, you have been excepted into UA’s hero course…” the smiling man gave a thumbs up, “we as a school expect great things from you. I- I can’t wait to see you achieve greatness.” All Might slightly stumble over his words and looked off too the side, as if he was reading note cards, you chuckled and wanted as the hologram disappeared. “Congratulations, we did open the letter and take the information sheet and book list, I hope you don’t mind…” the commission president smiled and you nodded, “we’ll send all you school equipment and uniform to your home, also if you could fill this out and bring it back within the next week, that’d be great” she placed a sheet of paper in front of you, written on the sheet was ‘Hero costume sheet’. You took the sheet along with the mini projector and stood to leave, “oh and if you need help with your costume please call Midnight…” the woman smiled and wanted back to her business, you left the room and made your way home.

You sat across from Midnight with your head resting against the desk as you pushed the sheet of paper back towards her, “I couldn’t possibly wear something like that” you groaned and the woman only chuckled, “yeah you can, it’ll be embarrassing at first but you’ll get used to it… and it’ll help with your quirk” she slide the paper back to you and you sat up straight, “it’s just impractical, heels and leather” you sighed as you looked at the costume, all things considered it was still quiet a good looking costume design, it was just highly impractical. “Okay… we’ll change the heels to boots and leather to a light weight polyester blend mix with your hair, so your clothes double with you… better?” Midnight smiled taking the sheet and changed a few details on the costume sheet, before passing it back once again. You nodded before looked over the sheet and placing it in an envelope, “did you needed anything else?” Midnight asked and you looked down nervously, “would you like to stay for dinner and a movie?” You asked and the woman chuckled, “sure… but let’s go have some takeout, it’s my treat” she smiled and stood up putting on her jacket, you nodded and quickly changed into something warmer before leaving out the door with your mentor.

You walked along the busy city streets of Tokyo metropolitan, you hadn’t expected your mentor to take you all the way to Tokyo and sure it was only about an hours train ride but you definitely didn’t expect her take you all this way just for food, “the city is exciting, isn’t it?” Midnight smiled as she walk beside you, you nodded and watched small groups of people pass you, most people took a double-take for both you and Midnight, you were almost positive it was because they realised the woman with you is a pro hero. “There’s this really great BBQ place just a little farther down” Midnight smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, walking into the restaurant the woman asked for a booth and told the waiter she’d like a cold beer while you both went through the menu. You carefully thought the menu, “see anything you like…? I’m thinking you’re a beef and green onion girl…” Midnight smirked and you flashed her a big smile, “yeah, I am… can I have an iced milk tea as well, please” you placed down the menu and watched the woman flagged down the waiter before listing off a large amount of food, along with a can of beef and a iced milk tea, before long you were both eating till your hearts content.

Midnight lent on you while you walked down the street towards the train station, however she suddenly stopped and pulled you to a small photo booth, you smiled and laughed as you both took pictures together, after looking at the photos on the screen Midnight click a few buttons and slipped the money into the machine, “we’ll get two” she chuckled as you both waited, once the machine spat out the photo strip the woman passed one to you and pulled you towards the train station.

You woke up to the smell of grilled fish, getting up off the couch, you walked into the kitchen only to find Midnight finishing making breakfast, the woman instructed you to grab a breakfast tray and take a seat at the table, as you sat and began to eat Midnight plopped down in the chair opposite to yours. Looking over the woman, you noticed how ragged she looked, “are you okay?” You asked and continued to eat, Midnight rested her cheek on her palm and sighed, “not really, I have one killer hangover and for some reason you have no painkillers anyway” she gave you a half smile as you nodded along, “yeah the commission doesn’t want me taking any unapproved medication, so they raid my place every so often and take any unnecessary items” you smiled as you stood up and walk over to your fridge, “but there’s ways around that” you chuckled as you climbed on the countertop next to the fridge and opened the ceiling vent just above the fridge before taking out a box. You walked over to the kitchen table and opened the shoe box to reveal a bunch of seemingly innocent items, “smart girl… very smart girl” Midnight chuckles as she picked up a small pack of pharmacy brand painkillers, the woman took two pills and put the rest back before turning her attention to the thick envelope of cash, “now why would you need that?” She asked as she pointed at it, “a rainy day fund… the commission control my allowance from my grandparents… so it’s nice to know I can handle a situation on my own if one should pop up” you explained and Midnight smiled as she continued to search through the shoe box, “and I thought you were a good girl” the woman let out a loud laugh as she held up a small box of condoms that were hidden under two chocolate bars, you blushed and snatched the pack from her hand before placing them back in the shoe box.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You dusted off your uniform before reaching for the door handle, you felt anxiety bubble up in the back of your throat, it’d been so long since you’d been to school and when you last went to school you were pushed down a flight of stairs, then dismembered and scattered all over the place. Despite your nervousness you were reminded of the words midnight shared with you only moments ago as you both walked through the corridors to your classroom.

‘Remember to own that classroom as soon as you walk in, you are pretty, confident, strong and smart. Don’t let anyone put you down and don’t feel bad about being you because who you are is why you’re here.’

You felt your heart flutter and you held your head high, Midnight was right you are amazing, sure you were killed the last time you went to school but you came back… you’d always come back, because the world needed your perfection and there wasn’t a single person alive or dead who could argue that, and you’d step on or pull down anyone who tried to deny it. One final deep breath and you slid the door open, walking in, only to find a green haired guy and a brunette girl standing in the doorway, blocking your way into the classroom. “Excuse me…” you hummed and watched as the pair jumped before turning slowly to look at you, the green haired guy was really average looking, nothing on him really stood out, his hair was really curly which would of look really good but he hadn’t been taking care of it properly. The brunette girl was fairly cute with her round face and big doe eyes but also quite average however it worked for her, she was the approachable type. “You’re in the way…” you smiled and watched as the pair blushed uncontrollably before they stepped aside, allowing a tall blue haired guy come into view, the blue haired guy had a nice physique but was far too stiff and uptight looking, his face was also handsome but hidden behind his glasses, “we apologise… please come through” the guy spoke in a serious tone as a light blushed formed on his cheeks and you gave a single nod before walking into the class, you looked around the class at all the others before finding a familiar face smiling properly one of the largest smiles you’ve ever seen. “Mini-chan” you smiled brightly before you walking over to the small teen and sat at the empty desk next to him, you crossed one leg over the other and watched Mineta visibly gulp as he eyed your legs, you really didn’t care about him ogling you, as to you, he acted just like every other guy around you, to you every guy was just as perverted as him, though you did have something to say when he or any other guy was being gross to other girls… you may not have a problem with it, that doesn’t mean they don’t.

“Mini-chan… seriously when are you going to stop that?” Mineta pulling his eyes off your legs and you laughing out at his red face before leaning over and pinching his cheek, “when you stop being so Mini, Mini-chan” you leaned back in your chair and faced the front of the classroom, you listening to the trio in the front of the class start up their conversation again before being interrupted by a yellow sleeping bag with a tired man in it. Aiwaza instructed everyone to grab out their sports uniforms and change into them, before he took the class out to a field and began to explain everyone would be going a fitness exam, he also explained the last person would be getting expelled, you weren’t too scared as even if your were last Aiwaza would have an incredibly difficult time expelling you as he’d have to deal with the hero commission, though you were confident in your abilities that you would be last in your class.

You couldn’t be last, you’d worked to hard to have nothing to show for it, it’d just be pathetic at this point if you failed, so that wasn’t going to happen.

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[owlf45]

*yeets a few fic recs from the bag*

hits range: 100-30k max

took me a while but hope I'm not late-

ill be sorting them out, since some have some dark themes, while others are oneshots, so ill be arranging them like this:

/°= half warning, aka its at the beginning/end and not the whole fic (like a slowburn, etc.)

°= warning (major character death, etc.)

°°= two warnings (Graphic Deceptions of violence, Major Character Death etc.)

°°°= so on

things in italic are not izuku centered oki

also since they're alot if i put a full description for each it would take days so yep no descriptions :) you're on ur own bud

^^ enjoy

Multi-chaptered fics:

Is a Reaper a Spirit?° (AMAZING. ITS ONGOING AND AMAZING. HIGHLY REC IT)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27504541/chapters/67256956

Quirk: Gained (gamer izu gamer izu gamer izuku-) https://archiveofourown.org/works/26731861

Orpheus°° (*chefs kiss*)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13533219

Legacy In Crimson°° (kiri- no dont cry-) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/24153463)

Safety In Fire/° (WHOLESOME)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21795670

My Hero Academia: Heroes Rising - Alternate Endings°°

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24153463

Phoenix Breath (ever wanted sassy mikumo and chaotic izu? and twin shenanigans? and glorious writing? well this fic is for you!!) https://archiveofourown.org/works/26742970/chapters/65243497

Malware°° (bueatiful. well written. gold. an amazing BR fic that is just way too good its illegal)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27029674

Learning Curve (a monoma fic for the soul of 1b stans)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27114007/chapters/66209560

if you could change the past.../° (chaotic izuku at its finest)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27220240/chapters/66492445

Hope Is The Thing With Wings° (series where izuku *ahem* and hawks saves him so i tw it)

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2000800

Endings And Beggings° (10k hits is nOT enough)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24856234/chapters/60130390

One for All (No Matter Who You Are)°

(AAAA ADORABLE POKEMON AND IZU CROSSOVER LUV IT-)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19465498/chapters/46333381

Insomniac: Life Is Hell°°° (its well written and angsty but sadly discontinued :') but give it a try!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23412562/chapters/56111065

And It Hurts Like Hell (can people stop hurting bby izu please why-)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27193849

Inheritance (so... Angsty.. a-afo izuku (kinda)) https://archiveofourown.org/works/27511546

On The Shores Of Freedom (new fic but still great and,,,, exciting) https://archiveofourown.org/works/27648604/chapters/67652722

I Can Tell We Are Gonna Be Friends (hehe Izuku's and Katsuki's fists go brr) https://archiveofourown.org/series/1598899

Oneshots:

Why Phone Calls Should Always Be Private, A Memoir By All Might (pls read it it's way too cracky i highly rec it also there's a second part cmon)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27138640

Rooftop Dreamer (hurt/comfort)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16837828

Growing up (growing out) put your roots down (dig them up) (*waters broccoli boi with glitter*)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26967340

console reset° (*looks distantly* there are things.... that hurt till this day..)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20696207

ii. explosion (shirakumo??? Dadzawa and twins shinsou and izu? more likely than u think)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20870834

Fire Hazards°° (aAAAAA ROE WHY DID U HAVE TO MAKE THIS SO ANGSTY-)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26852737

The Story Of The Stolen Class (*wipes tears with handkerchief*.. wonderful world building)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26098903

Yuuei Sing And Dance Festival (a 2015 fic thats just pretty crack at this point khvjgc)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3148019/chapters/6829742

Wraped Reflection (*softly* izuku no-)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27510142

i have a few more if you'd like :)

ty for reccing these <3

[oriocookie]

games ive been playing bc im a Gaymer™ (and some thoughts on them)

most recent update: october 20, 2022 added unpacking!!

games i’ve finished are above the cut, games i’m still in progress on are below so any trigger warnings on those are incomplete. please let me know if i missed any TWs on the completed games, and recommend some to me in the notes! if you need to know about a specific trigger for a specific game, send an ask/a dm/comment on this post! i gotchu!

TWs and commentary may contain spoilers. read at your own risk!

- What Remains Of Edith Finch  (completed)

played on xbox

beautiful game 

it’s well done and most textures are fucking flawlessly lit

 my only issue is there are things that don’t come back that feel like they maybe should??? 

like, i was dicking around in front of the garage door before i went in on like my 3rd replay, trying to find things to look at that i missed the first few times, and then something clattered inside the garage and edith said “i heard something moving around inside the garage” 

and like. holy shit?? holy shit. when i went in to look around there was nothing that had fallen over and nobody inside so uhhhh?? 

i Get that it’s a clever thing to make you go inside the garage. 

i know. 

but Still.

anyway wonderful game and its p short so aspiring streamers, this one is for you! its abt an hour nd a half/two hours worth of gameplay

TWs: death, grief, blood visuals, gun visuals, birth visuals(?? this one is more of a just in case), meds, alchohol, possible suicide (there’s no way to Know)

-  Night In The Woods (completed)

played on xbox

this game is one of my favorites of all time��

the characters are likable, the dialogue’s funny, the art style is SO damn cute, it has all these fun minigames,  openly queer characters, catchy songs, a bit that might give you an extistential crisis, the works!! 

it’s a really good game, my issue is there’s really no way to get everything. 

you will Always miss something 

the gameplay took me 12 hours to complete and i had watched playthroughs before so it’s a LONG game

but this is so high on the reccommended list

TWs: death, cultish behavior, christianity (this game is super cool about it tho, the pastor is a woman and she’s very “no matter what people believe in, i will help them”. yknow. like Actual christians), vomit, knives, derealization, depersonalization

- Knights and Bikes (completed)

played on xbox

this game is hella cute and it’s good to play with a friend! i played it once on my own and i’m currently playing it again with my sibling.

an issue with the multiplayer function is that it doesn’t splitscreen, once my sibling got stuck and we couldn’t progress onwards because the game wouldn’t let me walk too far away from her. makes sense i guess

the storyline is so cute and it reminds me of night in the woods(see above) someone in the comments of this post recommended it to me so💜💜💜 thank you.

all the game mechanics and race minigames are so good 10/10.

the artstyle? WONDERFUL. melza and nessie have the cutest little faces. i have a older sibling problem so they are now my younger siblings. i have adopted them.

captain honkers is my siblings favorite and she insists on stopping whatever plot is going on in order to feed and pet the goose.

nessie and melza are written like real kids and i applaud the devs and writers for that.

TWS: money issues, possession, ghosts, cuts and bruises that are kinda graphic but not that bad

look at this book i found!! it’s got cute art and everything!!! it’s a retelling of the story which i understand is not some people’s thing but honestly it’s great so far!

- Slime Rancher (story complete)

played on xbox

literally whoever developed this game went “so how cute can i make this” and then absolutely SMASHED that limit

 i havent even finished the game yet but it’s adorable

 my problem is how EASY it is to fall into the ocean and how confusing the map is

 i keep getting lost so i wish i could put like,,,markers on the map?? or have the map tell me what slimes are in what region?? 

idk maybe i’m just dumb but i am very lost all of the time while playing this game 

also the soundtrack is impeccable and it’s a very good game for chill streams

hey hi update i’ve finished the story part of the game. it ripped out my heart and stomped on it then wrapped it up in a pretty bow and gave it back to me. wtf.

TWs: there are monsters that try to eat you but you can opt out of having those spawn, flashing(dont stand too close to plort or food deposits if this is an issue for you! the little burst of light when you put something in tends to strobe!!!)

- Firewatch (complete)

played on pc

this game is absolutely hilarious

and beautiful!! its not necessarily realistic but everything has a style to it that makes my little gamer heart happy. i set a screenshot i took as my pc background and it looks very pretty

the music also really makes the game. it hardly ever shows up but when it does you notice!

everything is voice acted by the way, which sets up the game very well! i never once felt like they were reading from a script, and it made me laugh a ton, even when i was pretty scared.

this is kind of an extension to the TW list but if you struggle with paranoia and feelings of being watched, don’t play this game!! it relies very heavily on that mechanic to make you scared, which is good for horror but bad for people who deal with that every day of their lives. please be careful!

TWs: dementia, paranoia, death, animal death, corpses, cheating on a spouse (if you choose the right dialogue), fires, (brief) abuse mention 

-emily is away (two storylines complete) 

played on pc

honestly? not a huge fan of this one. 

storyline 1: i chose to like. not stay talking to emily? it ended at 2006 if that makes a difference. 

the entire game was just me going “so what is the most neurotypical answer i could give right now” 

i like movement games so the solely text based game was Not as fun for me. 

but whatever 

ill probably play again and find out why everyone Really likes this game so much

okay storyline 2: i chose all the nastiest answers

wow shes not dating brad shes dating travis. weird. 

also every time i insult her music taste i die a little inside thats so Mean

but its for resarch

i feel so BAD being mean to her wtf :((((

alright thats over and now i feel like a dick. thats enough emily for tonight i think

TWs: romantic breakup

-pikuniku(complete)

played on xbox

ever wanted to play a game where youre a jellybean with legs fighting against capitalism?

thats this

need a friend to take down the evil Sunshine Co.? its co-op! live your dreams of toppling capitalism with your best friend by your side

its pretty fun! if you like to have everything explained to you then this probably isnt right for you but thats ok

its a cute cartoonish style, very simplistic. like a less detailed night in the woods or knights and bikes! and yall know thats my JAM

lots of little side quests to do so enjoy running around the open world doing whatever the hell you want

TWs: at the very beginning the villagers are very prejudiced and scared of you, since youre a different species then the rest of them

-unpacking(complete)

played on xbox

ok this was cute

my little sister begged me to get it so she could watch me play it, since the youtube videos she was watching weren’t getting uploaded to youtube kids fast enough.

very soothing, i put on a youtube playlist as i was unpacking this persons houses throughout their lifetime and it was calming but also very rattling especially the college chapter (since thats a thing for me soon at the time of writing this)

the ending couple chapters i was like trying to puzzle together if the persons lover was a girl or not and results inconclusive, could be a guy very comfortable in his masculinity

ok while checking some stuff for the tws i figured out that its a girl!! yay wlw lets go

TWs: theres a chapter, chapter 2010, that sorta seems like domestic violence? the infamous diploma-under-the-bed chapter, where you can’t put basically any of your stuff anywhere, and after this chapter, lots of the characters things are damaged or missing, as if there was a big fight. could be reading way too much into it tho

- Spiritfarer (incomplete)

played on xbox

this game. this game. ive seen Nobody talk about it but it’s so cute!! 

stella, the player character is ADORABLE, she’s so damn happy to be doing that job and hanging out with her friends! 

its so cute her animations are my favorite thing!! 

this game tackles grief and loss, mourning, death, and fear with stella and her cat, dandelion

its such a cute game and its based in greek mythology, you just get to steer a ship around and help out lost souls!! 

also an adorable game for chill streams

TWs: death, watching loved ones die (heavily implied stella took care of her best friend in her last moments), ghosts, jellyfish(this isnt a typical tw but they feature prominently as someone’s greatest fear in the game so), storms

-Raji: An Ancient Epic (incomplete)

played on xbox

okay i’m not even out of the training stage yet and this game is a FUCKING DELIGHT.

music? 10/10. story? 100/10. graphics? 1000000000000/10.

the cutscenes are all done in this amazing puppetry style and aaaa!!!

if there is one game on this list i really want you to play, it’s raji.

it’s all about hindu mythology, it’s so so easy to follow along(even for me, who admittedly doesn’t know too much about most religions) and i adore it.

listen go download raji right now. i will fucking WAIT. just. please.

it deserves a lot of love and support

TWs: demons

- Journey To The Savage Planet (incomplete)

played on xbox

okay this one is significantly less wholesome than most of the ones here

i have maybe an hour put into this game?? and there have been 3 drug jokes, 4 different swear words, a heavy implication that you are a slave for capitalistic labor, and something that i’m like 90% certain was a sex joke. 

so yeah

t’s a pretty game, but honestly it’s really just a horror game disguised as a survival game

the entire time i’m exploring i just keep singing “🎵i hate souuuuunddddsss, if i round this corner and hear a sound i will dieeeee, all sounds can shut up forever please and thank youuuuuu🎵” 

so if that doesnt give you an example of what my mental state is playing this game idk what will

TWs: uh everything listed above, and also terrifying flying squid

- Oxenfree(incomplete)

played on xbox

i’ve watched a play through of this one already but shhhhhhh we don’t talk about that (also its not like i remember what happens anyway)

anyway i LOVE the art style.

it’s like a more simplistic version of night in the woods and y’all know that game is my Jam.

can you all tell gravity falls is my bread and butter because all my favorite games are about creepy towns and weird creatures

i’m not far into it and so far my only drawback is the clunky dialogue.

it just. it sounds Off. i don’t know how else to put it.

i like the radio function a whole lot though

plus the concept is sick as hell it’s literally the dialogue as the only thing holding this game back and not even by that much!!

TWs: grief? it’s been a while since i played i need to head back

- Hollow Knight (incomplete)

played on xbox

i’m honestly not sure about this one. 

i’m notoriously bad at platforming games, plus i have no idea the story of hollow knight. 

ive played for about 5 hours and i have zero progress. 

this game is one that i would only reccommend to people who Know that they’re good at platformers and also are good at remembering where theyre going. 

i’m still playing this one and struggling

TWs: all the npcs look like cartoonized bugs, and you have to fight your own spirit whenever you die

- Outer Wilds (incomplete)

played on xbox

this game is goooood. 

it’s hard to do, but it’s a space exploration game and it’s Hella fun. 

you do have to respawn alllll the way back at your starting planet and it basically rips away any progress you made, which makes sense for the story but damn it’s annoying. 

the aliens are cute tho

and the soundtrack is still the only game soundtrack i’ve actually spent money on, because it’s good!! 

if you do decide to play this, i wish you luck!!

TWs: none?? none i think?? 

- Unraveled (incomplete)

played on xbox

i’m so ashamed of this game. 

it’s the cutest, most cottagecore-y game in the fucking World, and i rage-quit it

i fucking rage quit unraveled

this is my greatest shame

i’m actually gonna go look up a playthrough as soon as i’m done, because i want to see the rest of this game. 

i’m stuck on like stage 3 

anyway its a good game it’s just another platformer which my fingers do not appreciate

TWs: death, dementia, being alone???

[cl1v9zfsfo1]

Some personal recs for those finishing/liking OMORI so far

After 6 years, this game made it to the top in less than a week....

Lately, RPG Maker games have been somewhat staying in the shadows. And as a (horror) RPG Maker sucker, even though I suck at giving advice, I’d love to spread the word about some other similar projects. To either save you or throw you into a eternal cycle of despair.

So here you have... The Incredible Low Budget “You May Also Like...” Viddygame List For OMOREE Fans (For Free!11)

(TW thread ver including personal thoughts on some of them) (For RPG Maker fans, have this huge list kofy and I made with links and CWs listed! Still a big WIP but we update it regularly!)

Before playing the games, remember to read tags carefully.

Personal note: Exceptions noted, most of these games are free and made by only one dev, or no money has been previously invested in them. They’re not huge projects like OMORI was... But please don't think of them as poorly made! There’s always a ton of love and effort involved in each project.

Now, without further ado... Here we go!✨ (Added a few tags regarding abuse and mental health, TY /melohax!)

1. END ROLL

Tags: death, blood, family abuse, murder, eye horror, animal death, suicide, drug mention, implied sexual abuse (+ one optional/hidden map implying child abuse). Battle system, no jumpscares but sudden horror-ish scenario changes including low/saturated sound effects.

Gameplay is ~10 hours, so it is kinda long for a game of the sort. It follows Russell’s dreams in a sort of... program, yes.  Great narrative and very horror-driven. It has lots of things to explore and many sode quest you can do to unlock endings and info. It is filled with overall negative vibes and messages and touches some heavy topics. If OMORI unsettled you, consider skipping this one.

In terms of narrative, I think it's the closest to OMORI.

2. Hello Charlotte series

Tags: eye/body horror horror, mild graphic gore, religious themes, in-screen bullying, death and suicide, parental and personal difficulties. No jumpscares, optional battle system. For people with psychosis/schizophrenia, this game can be really overwhelming. Please take care and check/ask for more info before playing it!  (TY @/melohax for addressing this!)

Series of 4 games + spin-off VN. Gameplay of about 3 hours/each. As I always say: Before dropping it, wait for EP 2 and on. It’ll be a big ride. Very interesting imagery. May be be graphic at times, but it puts some (very) relatable thoughts into words really well.

Not that close to OMORI but I fans can really enjoy it if focusing on its psychological themes.

3. Life Tastes Like Cardboard

Tags: loud noises, derealization, strong depictions of depression and discussion on negative feelings.

Definitely a vent/personal game. You just follow the main character’s mind and body, thoughts and experiences. It is VERY visual, and plays with colors, sarcasm, size changes in maps and strong colors to strongly depict a feeling of overbearing pain and loneliness. Many people (me included) said this game is really overwhelming, which is probably the main intention of the game itself... Play carefully it if you usually empathize with this kind of content. Even so, for those willing to explore sad feelings through art, this game is a really good option.

4. Witch’s Heart

Tags: blood, murder, death, family abuse, and mild eye/body horror. Battles (no leveling, just kicking monsters here and there), no jumpscares, puzzles.

Two games of about 15 hours/each and ongoing conclusions for each route. The storytelling is closer to a book or VN. Lots of mistery and text, small pieces of information, and the kind of game you’ll definitely regret to play twice just to find everything makes sense and you didn’t even notice at first. You have to play the game through many routes to piece the story together.

It honestly has little to do with any OMORI vibes. However, if you’re a fan of character analysis and drama, this one will be one of your best choices, probably.

5. Farethere City

Tags include blood and death.

Gameplay of about 3 hours. A previous work from the same author as END ROLL (am i this biased). Much brighter themes. Some fans find it dull- the gameplay is much shorter than some of the games above. The worldbuilding is sad and cute, and easy to understand too.

6. Re:Kinder

Tags include death, family abuse, depression, mild gore/grotesque imagery, suicide. Battle system (no lvling), no jumpscares.

Gameplay of around 3 hours. Suggesting this one is a kind of... Russian roulette. You either understand and love it, or find it gross and nonsensical. It’s a remake of a 2003 game called “a cry of help” by some fans, since the author passed away shorty after posting it. I think it’s important to have the release date in mind to be warned about some stuff that can come off as disrespectful sometimes.

Very naive artstyle, has plenty of crude jokes and nonsensical scenes. The plot doesn't drastically unfold until you clear half of the game. In my opinion, the strongest point is definitely the way children are sensitive about depression, and the way they deal with it.

7. Mouth Sweet

Tags include loud & saturated noises, violence, laboral abuse, in-screen animal abuse (just once towards the end), attempts of identity erasure (trans ppl, check website warnings just in case), mentions of suicide attempts. Battle system, you'll have to shoot at random "enemies" frecuently.

Gameplay of about 2 hours. Really blunt. Can get really stressing, but fairly sure that’s the feeling the author was trying to convey.

Even as eerie as it tries to be delivered itself, it feels real, and it hurts a little.  Has a strong message to tell about overwhelming toxic enviroments.

8. Fantasy Maiden’s Odd Hideout

Tags: blood and death. No battle system, chases, no jumpscares.

Gameplay of around 5 hours. Has to be played twice to get the whole story (usually worth it).

Not very close to OMORI, has some pacing issues, but the quick things escalate once you connect the dots makes up for it, and vaguely resembles the game.  From the same author as Chloe’s Requiem (tw for implied child abuse in this one) (starring: a piano and a violin, for those looking for The Content)

9. LISA series

Tags (severe, btw): body horror, sexual abuse, mutilation, violence, blood, grotesque imagery, family abuse, drug use, constant swearing. Battle system, no jumpscares.

Three games, maybe of about 5 hours/each (first installment, LISA: The First is shorter than that). Started as a sort of Yume Nikki fangame and ended being its own genre. Even for local RPG Maker fans, it can be a VERY hard to swallow pill. The gameplay can get a bit extreme- you’re forced to make difficult choices all the time, even sacrificing body parts, and it can affect your stats quite too much.

If you’re into OMORI for the anime-ish style, this one won’t be your cup of tea... maybe?

10. Tomorrow Will be Dying

An interactive VN on progress. The Kickstarter was successfully funded on March and it’s aiming for release in 2022. Made by a caring, lovely, small team, the project looks AMAZING so far.

Apparently not horror-driven but talks about friends, youth, living your own... A very promising game, just like OMORI back then.

11. Pocket Mirror

Tags: blood. No battle system, chases, no jumpscares but follows the classic horror RPG criteria (kinda).

Gameplay of about 5 hours. Lots of symbolism and imagery to tell the journey of a girl finding about herself when no one did. Not a huge blow like OMORI, and you will need to read some theories to fully connect all the dots and small details, but I’d say it can suit your tastes too, somehow.

Unlike many other RPGs, it has some animated sections AND voice acting!! That rocks too.

Other titles ‘cause otherwise I won’t end this post in years:

- Jimmy and the Pulsating Mass (Gameplay is +40 hours, tags include gore, death, kinda grotesque imagery. The battle system is a bit meh but the dialogues and story are amazing) - Lobotomy Corporation (NOT a RPG but a management simulator. Tags include BODY HORROR, death. It’s a game about... uhh... making OCs and... taking care of things called Abormalities... but there’s a lot of lore to unfold...?? More popular sequel is Library of Ruina) - To the Moon (relies A LOT on narrative, tags include death and crying like crazy) - Rule of Rose (NOT a RPG; for PS2, rated +18 for many troubled themes inclusing animal death, bullying and heavy implied child abuse)

And that’s all...?? I’m sorry for making such a long post 🙏🏿💦 Some people found it useful, so I tried to add a few more here for any OMORI Tumblr fans looking for more fun (haha..! y..yeah;;;,..; f..fun..,;!!111) If you need any details or something is troubling you... Here I am!!

Thank you for reading! Have fun and take care!

[mossy-covered-bones]

Ectober Month Day 16: Bloody Mary Maddie

WC: 2292

TWs: Dehumanization. Graphic description of medical procedures, gore, and internal organs. Character death. Please do not take these warnings lightly

Ao3

*

Maddie hurries through her preparations, almost giddy with excitement.

It wasn’t everyday she got such a unique specimen on her vivisection table, after all.

She flicked her recorder on.

“This is Doctor Madeline Fenton, recording the vivisection of Subject 001, also known as Danny Phantom. The subject is currently in a drug-induced stasis, and should be waking soon.”

Maddie picked up the clipboard she’d written her checklist out on. “As the subject displays a plethora of more human characteristics, I have attempted to measure its vitals, to see if they differ from the typical ghost. I will repeat this process once the subject is out of stasis, in case they vary.”

“Its ectosignature regularly surges and falls in strength, resembling a heart beat at a rate of approximately 20 beats per minute, a third of the expected resting heart rate for a human. Internal temperature registers at 31.3 degrees Celsius, or 88.3 degrees Fahrenheit. The subject does not appear to be breathing. Attempts to take its blood pressure have been inconclusive.”

She glanced up just in time to catch the twitch of Phantom’s fingers, the slight furrow of its brow, the fluttering of its eyelashes.

Maddie smiled to herself. “The subject is leaving stasis. Taking the second set of vitals now.”

Grabbing the ectosignature reader from her table of tools, she pressed it to Phantom’s chest, using her watch to time the surges in its ectosignature.

Phantom’s eyes opened a sliver, the unfocused electric green barely visible. “Mm… Mom? What?”

“Signature fluctuations have increased to almost 30 per minute.”

The ghost’s eyes widened a little farther, shifting down to its bounds. “What’s happening? Where is—“

Maddie flicked the signature reader to the temperature setting. “Body temperature is around 30.5 degrees Celsius, or 86.9 degrees Fahrenheit.”

Phantom’s eyes strayed to the side, settling on Maddie’s tools. It jerked against its bonds, now completely awake. “Let me go! Please, just let me go, I don’t wanna be dissected, I didn’t do anything—“ The edges of its form looked indistinct, as if it was going intangible. Good thing the table and bindings were all phase proof. Maddie had had enough ghosts down here to make most of her tools phase proof, as well.

She shook her head, making a note of the new vitals readings. “Subject is emulating human distress in an attempt to convince me to release it.

It flinched. “I’m not pretending, I swear. Please just let me go, I was just trying to help.”

“Subject appears to be at least mirroring the act of breathing, perhaps to add to the facade of panic. Future experiments will have to be conducted to determine if subject 001 actually relies on respiration for survival.” Maddie added that to the list of things she wanted to test while she still had Phantom. “As I was unable to obtain a blood pressure reading in the first set of vitals, I am deeming it unnecessary to attempt again.”

Maddie flipped to one of the blank sheets she’d left on the clipboard. “Preliminary questioning will now be conducted. Questions and responses will be recorded, however any notes on the subject’s responses or behavior will be taken down physically as to prevent response bias.”

She clicked the end of her pen a few times, making eye contact with the subject so that it was aware she was talking to it, this time. “Let’s start with something simple. What name do you go by?”

Phantom blinked up at her. “Uh… Phantom?”

“Is that all?”

“Well they called me Inviso-bill for a while, but I kinda hated it, so I tend not to bring it up. Are you really not going to dissect me?”

Given the subject had, in the past, claimed the name Danny Phantom, Maddie supposed it was leaving out the first half so as to not antagonize her. Or it had originally used the name Danny to antagonize her.

She ignored the ghost’s question. “Do you have any memories from before you died?”

Phantom blanched at the question. Was it his life he didn’t like to be reminded of, or his death?

“A simple yes or no will suffice,” Maddie added.

“…Yes.”

“How long have you been dead?”

Phantom let out a slow exhale. “Almost a year and a half?”

Which was around when Phantom had first appeared. So it didn’t need to stay in the Ghost Zone for very long after it was first formed, if forming had taken any time at all. Interesting…

“What do you remember of your death?”

Its attention slid in the direction of the portal, right hand closing into a fist. Was it thinking about trying to escape again.

It squeezed its eyes shut. “Not a lot.”

Maddie just sighed. Phantom could easily be lying to her to avoid the question—most of the other ghosts she’d captured had purposely evaded the question, or said they remembered but refused to talk about it.

“One last question, then. What is your obsession?”

“Protecting people,” it supplied, without a single hint of hesitation.

Maybe it was simply eager to talk of its obsession, but Maddie found it a little suspicious how quickly Phantom supplied the answer.

She would come up with more follow up questions later, in one of the later sessions she’d have with Phantom. It was time to get to the fun part.

Setting aside the clipboard, Maddie made for the table of tools. “Preliminary questions are concluded, notes have been made for follow ups. Beginning vivisection of subject.”

“Wait, what? I thought you were just gonna ask me some questions, please don’t—“

She grabbed the trauma shears first, making quick work of Phantom’s jumpsuit. It thrashed against its bonds as she peeled the rubber away, going intangible despite the phase proof tools, a never ending stream of pleas falling out of its mouth.

“Subject has superficially human anatomy, male, and has scars in several places. Whether the wounds were received pre or post mortem is unclear. The most notable is a lichtenberg scar, starting on the palm of its right hand. It continues up the subject’s arm, and starts to fade at its shoulder. Other mentionable scars include an uneven line starting at the left lateral part of its rib cage and ending at the anterior medial portion of the subject’s abdomen, as well as a set of three even marks on the right lateral portion of the thigh. The second resembles claw marks.”

“Please stop, please just let me go—“

Maddie picked up the scalpel.

“Wait, please, I’m Danny! I swear, Mom, I’ll prove it! Just don’t hurt me.”

How could it possibly expect her to believe that? Still, she was curious… “What proof?”

Phantom smiled in apparent relief. Bright white light washed over it.

Maddie felt like she was going to be sick. The scars were still there but it looked exactly like her baby boy.

“See? I’m Danny.”

She swallowed. “Change back.”

Phantom frowned. “What?”

“Change back,” Maddie hissed. This… this… ectoplasmic impression of post human consciousness had the audacity to try and guilt her into setting it free by looking like her son…

The white light washed over Phantom again, and it was back to normal. It had a confused expression on its face.

Maddie took a deep breath to steady herself, to draw back into the emotional distance these procedures required.

She resumed her documentation.

“Subject 001 demonstrated the ability to take on the appearance of other humans, without green or red eyes indicative of possession. The extent of this ability is unclear, but it could explain how it has, until now, been able to evade capture. Oddly enough, the scars mentioned previously are still visible on the subject when adopting the guise of a human.”

Phantom was now staring up at her with what resembled fear and disbelief. “You don’t believe me.”

“It can also be concluded that the subject is intelligent enough to recognize my emotional attachment to my children and attempt to exploit me through those means.” Maddie ignored the twisting in her gut at the thought of her actual son strapped to her vivisection table, and started her first incision.

Ectoplasm welled up under her knife, bright green and viscous.

Phantom started to scream.

Throat to navel, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. Three neat lines, two flaps of skin for her to pull back. She pinned both open.

“On a deeper level, it appears the subject continues to mirror human anatomy. The layering of skin and muscle seems almost identical, and there are no irregularities in the organs in the subject’s thoracic and abdominal cavities, at first glance.”

Phantom was sobbing, green-tinged tears rolling down its cheeks and into its hair.

Its breath hitched as Maddie plunged her hands into its intestines. “Abdominal cavity is, upon closer inspection, exactly resembling a human’s. The only notable difference is that the structure is made entirely of ectoplasm. Also, since ghosts have no purpose for a gastrointestinal tract, it is most likely nonfunctional.”

Maddie ignored the green gore smeared all the way up to her elbows, leaving the large intestines to the side of the specimen as she moved up to the thoracic cavity.

She took a moment to admire the realistic looking tissue lining the diaphragm. It was moving, simulating breathing. If it weren’t for the ectoplasm, she’d have thought she was cutting open an actual human.

“Subject has the expected number of ribs, although many have old breaks and hairline fractures.” The cartilage was also glowing a slight green. Odd.

Maddie grabbed a bonesaw from her toolset, switching it on. The sound of it cutting through Phantom’s sternum was almost drowned out by the ghost’s screams.

She opened the ribcage the rest of the way with her hands, undoubtedly dislocating some of Phantom’s ribs. It was a ghost, it's not like she had to minimize damage by carefully cutting the bones out.

With the ribs out of the way, Maddie got her first proper glimpse at the organs of Phantom’s thoracic cavity.

“Lungs are expanding and deflating in time with the subject’s breathing.” She shifted the left lung half out of the ghost’s chest. “Heart appears to be beating as well.”

Phantom’s screams died out, its eyes rolling into the back of its skull. Maddie kept going, regardless.

She shifted the lungs a little farther, carefully inspecting the area around Phantom’s heart. Finally, her eyes fell on a small, hardened sphere of ectoplasm. A core

Phantom glowed white again, odd green anatomy replaced with the red flush of human blood.

“The subject is once again trying to emotionally manipulate me by taking on the guise of my son,” Maddie grunted. She tried to ignore it, instead grabbing the ghost’s still visible core.

The rhythm of the heart and lungs had slowed considerably, stopping as Maddie pulled Phantom’s core from his chest.

She hummed. “Heart and lungs stopped operating once subject returned to stasis. I have its core in my hands now, as well. Hopefully that will keep it from using any of its abilities, and other tests can be run.” The core was placed in a sample jar, filled with diluted ectoplasm, to sustain it.

Maddie turned her eyes back to Phantom.

It was uncanny, how closely it resembled Danny in this state. It had all of the details of his face Maddie had memorized in the fifteen years she spent raising him. Even down to the red blood.

She suddenly felt very uneasy about having a Danny lookalike cut open in her lab.

Would Phantom be able to maintain this form much longer while it was in stasis? It seemed unlikely, unless it was an unconscious defense mechanism. Then again, Phantom had been able to do it on command.

Maddie felt a sudden urge to check on her son.

“Vivisection concluded. Further tests are postponed until Phantom is no longer in stasis,” Maddie announced, beginning to strip herself of the ectoplasm-coated PPE. She flicked the recorder off, instead picking up her phone to dial the number for the Foley household, where she supposed Danny would be right now.

…

The Foleys said that their son was home, but that Danny wasn’t with him.

Maddie chanced a call to the Mansons, next, but got the same results.

She called Jasmine.

It went to voicemail.

She turned to Phantom, spread out on her vivisection table, looking for all the world like she’d cut open her own son.

Red had pooled on the table, in his open chest. Blood. It was smeared into the ectoplasm, staining the ends of the gloves Maddie had just doffed.

Her eyes trailed, unbidden, to the jar she’d stuck Phantom’s core in.

It was starting to liquidize, the ectoplasm dissolving into the solution and tinging it just a little more green than before.

Phantom’s core was collapsing. Which means it was dying. Which means Phantom should be turning into a puddle of ectoplasm on her vivisection table.

The only thing pooling on that table was blood.

Despite the logical side of Maddie knowing there was no way for someone to be both alive and a ghost at the same time, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had just done the unthinkable.

She stepped closer to the table, looking at the tear-stained face of her son, eyes still rolled back from when he’d finally passed out while she had her hands sunk into his insides.

Maddie let out a sob, short and harsh. Her shoulders were shaking, her vision blurring with tears.

She cupped her son’s face, not caring as blood and ectoplasm alike got smeared onto her bare skin. Danny wasn’t warm to the touch. He felt like a corpse.

“Oh, god, what have I done?”

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Stitching Fate

by snow_in_italian

Silence reclaimed its place in the room.

Its presence held no comfort, rather creating a tension as thick as a plank, the very air that seconds ago had been brimming with fast-paced gusts now held an uncomfortable essence as it was consumed. The space where nothing should lie between Wilbur and the wall simply buzzed with energy, an invisible bolt of lightning crashing and dancing throughout the void with little care for the hairs it rose against the back of Wilbur’s neck.

There were eyes burning into his head, a gaze suddenly suffocating, the sound of thrumming rails filling his ears as the bargain was considered. The blood had been given, would be given; That, the being far beyond Him, far beyond Wilbur himself, would ensure. A deal was a deal, and a blood pact was the most dangerous of them all. A contract holding the power to destroy from the inside out, and Wilbur stood witness in the room as it was signed.

  /// Or, Wilbur is a necromancer's assistant, and the man he serves is determined to track down a family tied to death herself.

Words: 4566, Chapters: 1/13, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Kristin Rosales Watson

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Clay | Dream & Wilbur Soot

Additional Tags: will be 4/4 but thats a while down the line so not tagging them yet, general dsmp cast but a lot are just background so wont tag them, please read the tw at the beginning of chapters, Wilbur Soot-centric, Minor Character Death, Temporary Character Death, inspired by dsmp characters but not about the dsmp character, Goddess of Death Kristin Rosales Watson, Sleepy Bois Inc as Family, wilburs having a rough time ngl he just hasnt noticed yet. theyre all kinda having a rough time, Angel of Death Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF)

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/41059317