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real headline that big finish posted today: “doctor who meets the sherlock of the supernatural”
no idea whether it was intentional or not and not quite sure which answer would be funnier. anyway i thought i should post it for this website to see and gain collective whiplash
#ivy.txt#doctor who#dweu#big finish#seventh doctor#i’m not tagging this ‘superwholock’. you won’t catch me stumbling#ok fine no maybe i will. watch this#superwholock#there we go. cursed#sylvester mccoy#dw
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leave my heart to the damned as you build me a bed in the earth
#then. he took her sword with him.#pulled it out and walked away like he’d won#want him dead. frankly.#anyway I might be making prints of this!#curse of strahd pc#curse of strahd art#curse of strahd#dungeons and dragons#dnd#dnd character#dnd fanart#cos: the sorority#dungeons and dragons art#strahd von zarovich#ravenloft#cos pc: demetria#for the uninitiated Dima is an Ireena pc!#and she is in deep shit 24/6#the seventh day is for bisexual awakening#song is You Come Down by Marika Hackman#aand thank you pinterest hand ref#my art
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Also, while I was preparing my commission sheet, I've found this drawing from last year, made for a "Doctor Who picture/drawing for every day of the year" in honor of the 60th of the show :) I still like this one and I'm not sure I've ever published it here, so here it is!
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Sylvester McCoy and Sophie Aldred on the set of Doctor Who (1988-89)
#doctor who#classic who#seventh doctor#ace#dorothy ace mcshane#sylvester mccoy#sophie aldred#love these two#battlefield#remembrance of the daleks#survival#the curse of fenric#black and white
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Tales of the TARDIS | Reunion Hugs
"We never really did this sort of thing, did we?" "We do now!"
#Tales of the TARDIS#Doctor Who#Classic Who#Earthshock#The Mind Robber#The Three Doctors#The Time Meddler#The Curse of Fenric#Vengeance on Varos#Fifth Doctor#Sixth Doctor#Seventh Doctor#Tegan Jovanka#Jamie McCrimmon#Zoe Heriot#Peri Brown#Clyde Langer#Jo Grant#Steven Taylor#Vicki Pallister#Ace McShane#DW Spoilers#Tales of the TARDIS Spoilers#DWEdit#Gif
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day 23 of horror: my list to underrated essential horror films
#horror#horror movies#curse of the demon#the seventh victim#ganja & hess#alucarda#dementia 13#let's scare jessica to death#horroredit#moviesedit#filmedit#cinema#halloween#check warnings before you watch any of these#the old dark house#the serpent and the rainbow#paranoiac#the golem#vampires#countess dracula#the devil rides out#island of lost souls#mad love#mill of the stone women#the walking dead#the ghoul#kiss of the vampire#spider baby#tourist trap#squirm
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it’s special interest time baby
beware of the extremely loud scream around 1:25 courtesy of miss melanie bush
#there are so many seven clips in this#weirdest guy ever i love him#recently finished watching his run and it’s great i loved curse of fenric#doctor who#classic who#first doctor#second doctor#fourth doctor#fifth doctor#sixth doctor#seventh doctor#adric of alzarius#ben jackson#mel bush#the rani#romana#romana i#davros#ainley!master#ace mcshane
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Ranking all the Doctors

Everyone outside of the box is a little bit of a sad sack. I don’t make the rules. I’ve forgotten some I’m so sorry for my crimes. It’s hard to find pictures. We worked really hard for this.
#doctor who#big finish#the curse of fatal death#first doctor#second doctor#third doctor#fourth doctor#fifth doctor#sixth doctor#seventh doctor#eighth doctor#war doctor#ninth doctor#tenth doctor#eleventh doctor#twelfth doctor#thirteenth doctor#fourteenth doctor#fifteenth doctor#the valeyard#classic who#scream of the shalka#doctor. Who and the daleks#the dalek invasion of earth#fugitive doctor#audio drama#nuwho#im dying probably#edas
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Recently I watched the 2024's German film Dornröschen und der Fluch der siebten Fee, or, Sleeping Beauty and the Curse of the Seventh Fairy.

It's a very different and unique take on the story of the Sleeping Beauty, surprising me several times.
Just for you to have an example: The fairy that changes the death curse into a sleeping curse here is an adorable, dorky young man that can change into a dog. If the sleeping curse is not broken during the determined 100 years, it will return into being a death curse. The Sleeping Beauty, here named Rosabella, appears as a ghost multiple times, guiding the Prince and the Fairy across the journey and sharing multiple moments with the Prince before he awakens her. AND THE PRINCE DOESN'T AWAKE HER WITH A KISS.
It's also that type of film where every character touches you in some way. Amon, our main fairy is ridiculously adorable, and Prince Parvus is just an eccentric and idealistic botanist who crashes multiple times with his older brother, who wants him to be more of a dashing hero. Even Rubia, our main villain, the Wicked Fairy, is much more than a Maleficent rip-off, and has a strangely touching end.


But I need to warn about the elephant in the room that may turn many people away from this film: It does use AI, especially in the backgrounds and in some special effects sequences, and it's not subtle.
This film has very surreal, dreamlike, and absolutely not natural lighting and backgrounds, and all this because the use of AI.
It's not a film without effort. The costumes of the Good Fairies, for example, are whimsically colorful. But some aspects of the production may leave a bitter taste in the mouths of some people.

@ariel-seagull-wings @mask131 @princesssarisa @storytellergirl @the-blue-fairie @thealmightyemprex @natache @tamisdava2
#fairy tales#sleeping beauty#Dornröschen und der Fluch der siebten Fee#ai#Sleeping Beauty and the Curse of the Seventh Fairy
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"Rania Youssef: Rania's father was the breadwinner of the family. He suffered from an untreated chronic illness that took his life during the acceleration of the genocide. She needs help taking care of her family while they grieve this immense loss."
This is a vetted campaign. Low on funds, €3,157/60,000. Please read and share their story, more under the cut.
El Shab Hussein has vouched for this fundraiser. More info on vetting here.
Rania's story in her words:
"Hello, peace be upon you, free world. I want to introduce myself and my story. My name is Rania, from Gaza, specifically from the north. I am 25 years old. I am a graduate of Geographic Information Systems (GIS). I am also talented in drawing. Let's go to the basis of my launching this campaign. I created this campaign in light of the circumstances we live in in Gaza and the destruction of my future. Therefore, I am trying to collect donations in order to rebuild my future that was destroyed and save my family from destruction due to the war and starvation in northern Gaza. This requires a lot of money, and we are a family of all women (4), including my child who is not married at the age of 13, and I have a brother who is not married at the age of 18. (The money I collect will go to) 1/ To complete my studies and achieve my dreams and live like every girl as it should be. 2/ Some of the money will go to provide food and drink for my family in northern Gaza, which is very expensive due to the famine we are suffering from. 3/ And part of it will go to the evacuation process from Gaza To Egypt for me and my family to be safe
Let's complete my story and the meaning I lived in northern Gaza
/In the first days of the war, we received a threat due to the seriousness of the situation to leave the house. I left my house with my family to my relatives' house. We stayed there for 5 days, then the bombing intensified and we were forced to flee to Al-Shifa Hospital. Here, my meaning began. We lived in very frightening conditions. After several days, Al-Shifa Hospital was besieged and my family and I were stuck there. The reason for the siege was that I lost my father, who suffered from chronic diseases due to lack of treatment. My father was 51 years old. My father was the breadwinner for my family. After his departure, we had no breadwinner except my younger brother. After several days of the siege, we left the hospital to my aunt's house, who lives in Sheikh Radwan, an area called Abu Iskandar. After that, we were besieged again, and until now we are displaced from one place to another, with famine and violent bombing
Therefore, I ask every free person to help me until I reach the goal that I will It makes me and my family live safely
Note the picture above is from the balcony of my demolished house Thank you all."
#gaza aid boost#vetted fundraisers#gaza evacuation fund#low on funds#save palestine#palestine aid#artists on tumblr#doctor who#sylvester mccoy#classic who#anya forger#spy x family#minnie mouse#tmnt leonardo#tmnt fanart#tonkachi#build king#anime#seventh doctor#wallace and gromit#lady tottington#curse of the were rabbit#save the children#palestine art#rania youssef#north gaza#al shifa hospital
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sometimes a coming-of-age story is about holding your abusive mother as a baby and although you won’t reconcile with her in the present you begin to understand how generational trauma may have affected her behaviour towards you long ago. sometimes a coming-of-age story is also about defeating sea vampire nazis through the power of faith and befriending a communist and a devastating betrayal from your space mentor . and in the end it’s about taking your hair out of the constricting netting that’s been holding it and diving for a swim into the wild swirling waters
#jamie catches up#dw#doctor who#the curse of fenric#ace mcshane#seven#seventh doctor#doctor who meta#classic who#jamie.txt
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Manipulative children, magic tricks, mafia boss ! 💕💕💕💕💕💕
#doctor who#classic doctor who#seventh doctor#sylvester mccoy#the curse of fenric#dr who curse of Fenric
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Ikemen Kaisen
Chapter 2: Come into my Parlour
Cross posted!
Summary: A cursed spirit develops a massive crush on the 7:3 sorcerer while he's on a mission. Trapping him in its unique otome game domain, the spirit soon discovers that its bitten off a lot more than it can chew with this particular jujutsu sorcerer ...
Content: Humour, fluff, crack, otome game satire, Nanami has Rizz with a capital 'R', the first year trio obtaining front row seats to this absolute shitshow.
It had been there, for just a minute. Something tangible that had fled when he was frustratingly close. Nanami blew out a small, exasperated breath and continued his steady evaluation of the crowd before heading back up to the VIP box. Maybe a bird’s eye view might reveal something telling once again. The feeling of uneasiness did not leave him, though. If anything, the sensation of wrongness, of eyes with ill intent tracing over his form, grew stronger. Nanami had not reached the status of Grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer without listening to his instincts. Ignoring that inner voice was a surefire way to get killed in this profession.
Yuuji was now seated and making a show of wiping his brow and re-hydrating. The young sorcerer-in-training had done a commendable job of keeping track of the stage. He waved to Nanami when he caught sight of him.
“Nanamin! Do you want some candy floss?”
“I’ll pass, Yuuji. But you can hand over that soda.”
Sipping from the soggy paper straw, Nanami turned to observe their surroundings as Yuuji leant toward him and spoke in quieter tones.
“It’s not Ryo-ri. I’m sure of it. I watched him like a hawk the whole time he was up there. Especially when he called that girl on stage. There was nothing weird going on at all. The cursed energy spike was someone from the audience.”
“Someone or something.” Seeing Yuuji’s concerned look, Nanami shook his head. “If it was a person, I would have found them.”
“Wait, you’re saying it’s a cursed spirit?”
“Likely. The cursed energy was very subtle, definitely sensory in nature. It didn’t seem particularly strong, but raw strength is not always an indication of how dangerous something is.”
“It’s not? That’s not what Gojo-sensei said.”
“With all due respect, Gojo-sensei is the last person you should take your assessment of caution from. The entity, whatever it was, must have picked up that I was searching for it. There’s a level of awareness at work here that should always make one careful. “
Suitably chastised, Yuuji nodded. “Okay, okay, I get it. So what do we do now?”
“There’s something else I should mention too. Since I’ve been down there … I’ve been feeling a sensation of watchfulness. Of something waiting.”
The boy’s eyes widened slightly. “Is … is it …”
“Probably. But I can’t be certain. So, what do you think we should do, Yuuji?”
The boy sat up straighter, eyes taking in the crowd that was now thinning as people made their way back out of the venue.
“I wanted to say, maybe wait for everyone to leave and then search for cursed energy traces … “
“But?”
“But if you sensed something … waiting, then the girl who went on stage is priority, right? Even if we scared off whatever was here tonight, it might be waiting for an opportunity to strike. She could still be in danger.”
Nanami felt that small twinge of pride, yet again.
“Exactly so. She’s currently backstage, meeting with Takashima as part of her supposed package. We’ll place her under surveillance and won’t let her out of our sight until we’ve established that she is at no risk of being targeted.”
“But Nanamin … “ Yuuji still looked worried. “You said that the cursed spirit may be … aware. Intelligent, like those ones we met before. Won’t it just wait until it’s sure we’ve left and then go get her?”
“That’s correct, Yuuji. Which is why our surveillance isn’t just a means to keep her safe. We’re hoping that she baits the spirit out, somehow. The emotion this cursed entity may feed off is the heavy envy that was coming from the audience. That’s probably why it was difficult for us to identify. Spirits are harder to detect when in the overwhelming presence of the very emotions that birth them. Remember that. Away from the crowd, and with a single-minded purpose, it may be much easier for us to track and isolate.”
Yuuji nodded, eyes alight with renewed determination.
“Roger that!”
Nanami and Yuuji hung around the VIP box until the young woman who had been taken backstage to meet Ryo-ri exited. If they hadn’t been paying attention, she would have flown completely under their radar. The flowing, vivid green tresses had obviously been a wig, because her natural hair was short and dark. Her clothes had also disguised her athletic build. Yuuji put her down as a professional stage performer. She had a distinctly disgruntled look on her face, certainly a far cry from the tearful ecstasy she had shown during the concert earlier. Nanami rose, nonchalantly discarding the soda can and gestured to Yuuji to follow.
She was obviously in something of a hurry, her grumpy demeanour translating to a quick, impatient stride. They followed her at a safe distance, watching as she made her way through the conference centre main exit and out into the same street they had walked along earlier. After a short distance, she pulled her phone from her bag and began to text rather aggressively, then took a sharp turn and entered a Seven-Eleven nearby. Yuuji took initiative and popped into the store behind her. As he browsed the shelves, he glanced over her shoulder and saw that she was texting someone from her agency, judging from the symbol in the profile picture. He read the messages for as long as discretion was possible before moving past.
She’s pissed off because Ryo-ri didn’t even bother to meet her after the concert. And it sounds like she’s not too happy with the agency for the arrangement either.
Choosing a random packet of crisps off the shelf, Yuuji glanced out the window to where Nanami stood on the pavement a short distance away. The sorcerer was on a call and a deep frown was marring his brow. Once Yuuji was out in the street, Nanami turned to him with a displeased expression.
“Dang, what did Gojo-sensei do now?”
“How did you – never mind,” Nanami sighed heavily. “He’s received an urgent summons from Kyoto. He was supposed to be overseeing a training exercise for Fushiguro and Kugisaki. They’ll be joining us on our mission instead.”
“Oh! I mean, the more people, the better right? They’re both strong – wait. I see what this is,” Yuuji grinned. “He’s got you for babysitting duty.”
Nanami’s eyebrow twitched.
“I’m not denying that those two are capable students. They’ll be a help, no doubt. And as much as I prefer to keep to a specific course of action, I suppose this is unavoidable. Having said that, I can’t abandon our current target.”
The young woman they were tailing had now stepped out of the store and had resumed her walk. Yuuji nodded sharply.
“Understood, Nanamin. I’ll head to the station to pick up Kugisaki and Fushiguro.”
“You remember the tracking app we installed on our phones? I’m turning mine on right now. Use it to find my location once they’re with you.”
“Right!”
Now this. This was heavenly.
Fuck Ryo-ri. A sad, little boy like that, shaking his crotch at every other bitch on stage? What could he possibly offer? No, no, no. I won’t settle for that. How could I be so … blind. This. This is what it’s all about.
Now, just look. Here, in his natural habitat, we see an absolute S-tier, top class, prime specimen of a man. Look. Just look.
From the moment he turned to face me in the crowd, I knew. It must be fate. That chiselled face, that aristocratic nose, that firm mouth and that chin. Oh, that beautiful strong chin, just waiting for a feminine finger to trace its outline. Clean-shaven, too. Just imagine what he looks like, shaving in the morning. Standing at his sink in his vest and underwear, running the blade along his throat …
Oh my. I mustn’t get too excited, oh no. Earlier, I tried to measure how broad his shoulders are and I’m sure he sensed me. Heehee. Speaking of which … sigh. When he shrugged off that coat a short while ago …
That. Ass.
Goddamn. Praise the celestial craftsman who moulded those exquisite cheeks. Wasn’t there a poem like that? Where did I hear it before? Strange. Something about ‘did he who make the lamb make thee?’ Oh! That poem.
Well, this tiger can bite me any old time. So tall, too. And his hair … like spun gold. So perfect. Look how it moves as he walks. It’s like every time he takes a step, the cherubs of the wind are blowing each strand gently back into place. This is … a real man. His essence is all man. The way he was taking charge of that pink-haired boy and looking after him too, ohhhh. Daddy material, absolutely so.
And his walk! Ohhhhhh. His walk! So confident. I just know he’s big down th - wait. I mustn’t let my focus slip. This is it. This is what I’ve been waiting for. There’s no better opportunity than this! Now, where did I put that phone … here it is!
Oi, bitch, pick up.
Once Yuuji had left, Nanami had resumed the surveillance on the young agency employee. She was certainly putting in the miles today and her path had taken her away from the main thoroughfares to a less populated area downtown. Here, there were no fancy coffee shops and brightly lit boutiques. Most of the stores didn’t even put out signs to advertise their wares. Many of them were situated on the bottom floor or basement level of run-down apartment blocks. Nanami noticed that the woman’s pace had slowed somewhat, and that she would sometimes check her phone before moving on.
Is she looking for directions? Where to?
The agency she belonged to was nowhere in the vicinity and she looked like she was a little unfamiliar with this area, so she was definitely not going home.
Even though the evening was chilly, the coat Nanami wore was a little too heavy for such prolonged walking, so he shrugged it off and slung it over his arm. The moment he did, something began to feel … off. There it was again, that eerie sensation of being watched. Of alien eyes crawling over his form. Was the cursed spirit here already? That certainly hadn’t taken very long. He took a breath and relaxed his muscles, allowing his awareness to filter into his surroundings. It was something he had learned in his younger days as a sorcerer, this release of tension before expecting an attack. It helped one be more reactive to danger from any direction.
And then, the woman’s phone rang. She answered hastily, irritation colouring her tone. Nanami stepped into a narrow alleyway nearby, close enough to listen in.
“Hi, yes, it’s me. I’m … yes, I’m on my way. Excuse me, but are the directions you gave correct? It’s just, I’m somewhere downtown, and I don’t really know any reputable agencies in this area. No, no, I’m not … listen. Yes, I’m interested in the audition, but I – oh. Well, all right then, I’ll be there shortly.”
An audition? Here?
Nanami was instantly on high alert. Something was very wrong. Even if she was contacted for an audition, this area was not likely to house some kind of performance art studio. Furthermore, the disappearances of the other girls had been kept under wraps by law enforcement and their own agencies, to prevent public panic. So she wouldn’t be aware of the danger she was in.
She’s been lured here. But by whom? Is this really a cursed spirit? Is it advanced enough to put into motion a plan like this? That would make it –
Nanami had just managed to rip the blade from its holster underneath his sweater before the domain expansion engulfed him and the woman, a shockingly subtle rush of cursed energy that barely rippled the surface of reality. There was no mistaking what it was, however. If the spirit did not possess high levels of cursed energy, like he had deduced earlier, then maybe he could break through with sheer brute force. He raised his blade, energy flaring to life in powerful currents beneath his skin, bringing it down in a heavy, measured slash.
The borders of the domain rippled before annealing in softly glowing edges. Nanami dashed forward, skidding to a halt beside the unconscious form of the young performer. He took up a defensive stance, eyes narrowing as he took in their surroundings.
“Show yourself.”
The voice that answered was surprisingly young and girlish, a slight lisp accenting certain words.
“You want to see me?”
“This is your domain. You’ll have to show yourself sooner or later.”
“Welll … all right then. If you ask like that.”
A form stepped from the shadows. Shadows that had not been present a short while ago.
“Welcome. I – “
Before the spirit could finish its sentence, Nanami had swung his sword in a horizontal arc, slicing the apparition in two.
“Who do you think you’re dealing with? Show yourself. I won’t be fooled by illusions.”
There was a short period of silence. The fabricated walls of the domain around them began to shudder, changing form. Nanami frowned as he picked up the sensory feedback from all around him. As he thought, this spirit was certainly driven by strong, uncontrolled emotion. His attack had made it … happy? And why was the domain itself so resilient, considering that this spirit definitely did not have a great deal of raw cursed energy and power? Where was it drawing its strength from?
He pushed one foot out, nudging into the slumped form of the young woman lying on the ground beside him. He had to keep track of her if a fight was on the cards. Instantly, the emotions reflecting from the domain around him changed to something distinctly less … pleasant.
“What is she to you?”
“What are you talking about?”
“That girl. There, on the ground. What is she to you?”
“I’m not sure I understand your question. All you need to know is that I will not let any harm come to civilians.”
“Oho. So that’s it. You are indeed an … upright man.”
Nanami had encountered a great many cursed spirits in his time, but there was something about the sibilance of those last words that made his hair stand on end. The domain was rapidly changing now, in a twisting, disconcerting manner that was dizzying to watch.
“First, let’s take things to a more … intimate setting. This place feels so exposed.”
Gritting his teeth, Nanami felt his legs root themselves to the spot, entirely not within his control. Something large and dark was rushing toward him and he leaned back, flicking his sword out in a fine, controlled line along the wall of the alleyway behind him. It was all he had time for before weightlessness took his limbs and darkness claimed his mind.
“Guess I’m stuck with you two goons. As always.”
Nobara unwrapped a chocolate bar and took a large bite. Beside her, Megumi scowled.
“I’m the one who should be saying that.”
“I said it first, buttface.”
“Your maturity never fails to amaze me.”
Yuuji looked up from his phone and offered a warm grin.
“Let’s hurry guys. Nanamin’s signal hasn’t moved for a while now, so he must be staking out already.”
Nobara sighed.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this show on the road. But, hey! Why do you always get to go with Nanami-sensei? He’s so cool and responsible, unlike some teachers.”
They had already passed the Seven-Eleven where Nobara had purchased her chocolate for a quick snack. They were now making their way to the spot downtown where Nanami’s signal on the app blinked in stationary silence. Yuuji’s grin turned positively devilish as he turned to the brown-haired girl who strode quickly beside him.
“I mean, I didn’t choose Nanamin. Gojo-sensei assigned me to him. But yeah, going on missions with him definitely has its perks.”
He left the statement hanging, prompting Nobara to squint suspiciously at him.
“Eh? What kind of perks are we talking about?”
“You know the details of the mission right?”
Megumi frowned. “Of course we know. There’s some idol whose fans are disappearing. And the ones hired to get on stage with him are being targeted. What’s your point, Itadori?”
“Oh, just … I got to go to the concert and vibe for a bit. Nanamin got us VIP pass tickets, so we were up in the special box. And – “
“Now, just one minute,” Nobara’s expression had turned rather frightening. “You attended the actual concert?”
“Hell yeah. And I got lots of souvenirs and merch. Nanamin gave me an allowance, like always. I mean, it’s not like we were just having fun. I had to monitor Ryo-ri and talk to people. You know, network, just in case. For anything suspicious. Oh, and we went to Forty-two West – “
“The grill place?” Megumi interrupted, his own face morphing into something murderous. “The famous one that got all those five-star reviews?”
“Yeah! The same. Nanamin said we had to go because it gave us a good view of the stage set-up. But I’m not complaining. That trio of chocolate dessert was –“
Yuuji realised he had gone a step too far when his collar was roughly grabbed from both sides by his irate classmates. Nobara was fuming.
“You’re winin’ and dinin’ with Nanami-sensei while we’re trudging around the shittiest areas of Tokyo eating instant ramen that Gojo-sensei makes us buy ourselves?
“Even my shikigami get treated better.”
“Oi, oi, it’s not my fault Nanamin prefers the finer things – “
“Well then, I’m gonna put in a request for next time. I’ll make you stay with Gojo while Nanami-sensei takes me to the best nail salon and all those cute boutiques. And feeds me, too.”
“Now you’re making yourself sound like one of my shikigami.”
“Guys.”
The flat urgency in Yuuji’s tone brought them out of their small spat. They had arrived near the narrow alleyway where Nanami had encountered the cursed spirit earlier. Megumi and Nobara were instantly on alert, the traces of cursed energy subtle, but unmistakeable. And even if they hadn’t detected that, the phone with a shattered screen on the pavement was enough to give them pause. Yuuji gingerly picked it up, examining it from all angles. This definitely wasn’t Nanami’s phone. The small stickers looked familiar, though, and his eyes widened.
“This is that girl’s phone. The performer who went on stage with Ryo-ri!”
Megumi gritted his teeth. “So they were both attacked?”
“Looks like it.”
Nobara began to do a small circuit of the area, peering into the alley with close attention.
“Hey. Check this out.”
The two boys came to crouch beside her.
“What’s that?”
“This damage has traces of cursed energy, but I think it’s Nanami’s. Look at the marks here.”
Yuuji drew in a quick breath.
“The way those bottles and boxes are cut … “
“Yeah. They’re divided in a seven-three ratio. He’s letting us know he was still alive and maybe mobile when the curse took him.”
Megumi’s brow darkened.
“If this cursed spirit was powerful enough to capture Nanami, then shouldn’t we call for back-up?”
Yuuji stood abruptly.
“There’s no time. If we wait for back-up to arrive … I have no idea what could happen in the meantime. We’ve got to go in and do what we can. Isn’t that what sorcerers' have to do, even when they’re lacking in numbers and experience?”
Nobara nodded firmly. “For once, I agree with Itadori.”
Megumi sighed and straightened. “You’re right. But I think you’ve both missed something important.”
“Eh?”
“Itadori, how have you been tracking Nanami all this time?”
“What? By the app, obviously.”
“And you think a spirit or curse user, strong and smart enough to take them both, would just let you track Nanami’s phone?”
“Oh … “
Nobara hissed out a frustrated breath. “It wants to lure us in, huh?”
“If it knew Itadori was with Nanami, then that’s possible. I’m gonna send a message to Gojo just in case, and then we head in.”
This is so exciting! Now that the bitch is out of the way, I can focus on what’s important. That kid is on his way because of hot stuff’s phone tracker, but wait, wait … I didn’t expect two more to be with him. Hmmm. That’s fine. It makes no difference. Once they enter my domain, they’ll have no choice but to follow the rules. And maybe this handsome knight in shining armour will be more … receptive to my requests when they are present. Hahahahaha. How sweet it will be!
How sweet, yes, yes. Even sweeter? I get to finally see his eye colour when he wakes up! He was wearing those shades the whole time, but now … whoops! I’ve stolen them.
Hmm. Hmm. Oh, his hair! It’s so soft! I can’t … oh, this little undercut is so lovely. So cute. A jujutsu sorcerer, huh? Scarrrry. Hehe. But that wouldn’t make me change my mind at all. Oh no. It’s worth it. This power will be just what I need. He’ll be just what I need, forever and ever.
A powerful sorcerer like this … wait. Wait. Imagine what he’s built like? Oh, oh, he just gets even better. Imagine the definition he has under all that – he’s waking up! He’s opening his eyes! They’re … oh.
Oh.
Beautiful. Oh, wow. They’re upturned, just a little at the ends and, and, they’re hazel? Qwjecknblaargh …. Focus! He’s awake! I must not pass out from his magnetic stare. Breathe.
When Nanami came to, it was not in a setting he had expected. He was lying next to a lake, on a thick picnic blanket, a picturesque sunset adorning the horizon. He was instantly on high alert, reaching for his sword which, predictably, wasn’t there.
“Oh, come now. You won’t be needing that. I’m not going to harm you.”
That breathy, girlish voice sounded somewhere behind him and he spun around, bending his knees, muscles taut and ready to react. The cursed spirit had finally taken on a more tangible form. A woman’s form, quite short and delicately built, chestnut hair falling in long cascades on either side of its face. It wore a pastel pink shift dress and its feet were bare. The most telling features were the eyes. There were no eyes. Just a shadowed region, beneath straight brown bangs.
“What do you want?”
“Straight to the point, huh? All right then. I want you.”
Nanami, sensing no immediate violent intent, straightened, but kept his senses alert.
“If you mean my life, please don’t assume that it’ll come easily.”
The spirit giggled.
“You’re so silly! No, no. No, no, no, no. Not at all. This is my domain, as you can see.”
“I gathered that much. Where’s the woman from earlier? What have you done with her?”
There was a distinct pout on the spirit’s face. It sighed petulantly.
“I thought you might ask that. Here.”
It waved a hand and a small window appeared in mid-air. It expanded until the ‘room’ beyond became visible. The stage performer, still unconscious, reclined in a large chair in a dingy space with dust covers over the furniture and the blinds drawn.
“Go on. If you reach through, you can touch her. That way you’ll know I’m telling the truth.”
Stepping forward carefully, keeping the spirit in the periphery of his vision, Nanami placed his hand through the shimmering window. His fingers came into contact with the inert warmth of the girl’s wrist. There was a steady pulse there. He withdrew his hand and turned to the spirit.
“All right. I’ve confirmed that the civilian is safe. You can tell me right now what you plan to do.”
The spirit smiled coyly and brought something out of its ‘pocket’. It stroked a finger over the sleek, dark cover of Nanami’s phone.
“Ah, but it’s no fun if I don’t have help with my plans. So, I’ve managed to get a hold of this. Your dear little student and his friends are on their way to search for you. I’ve guided them helpfully into my domain. I think things will be more entertaining when they get here.”
Nanami gritted his teeth, but paused, choosing his words carefully. This spirit seemed to be fond of conversation. Maybe even willing to be distracted by it.
“The students have nothing to do with this. You said you wanted me. Well, here I am, and I’m certainly not going anywhere. I’m aware that domains like this one have rules. Why don’t you leave them out of it and enlighten me.”
The spirit gave another delighted laugh.
“Oh, you’re just … wonderful. As I thought. No, I won’t let them go. But I will tell you the rules. Such fun rules too! Maybe you’ll even learn to like them. I need you to play a game with me. Nothing violent, of course, or very physical. Well, maybe a little physical.” There was that spine-chilling giggle again. “Your students are even allowed to participate and help you along! Precious little helpers, just for you. The game is all about choices. I’m going to present you with scenarios, just some harmless make-belief, you understand? You have to play the role I choose for you, and then make the correct choices. Choosing options will eventually get you to the next scenario. And every correct choice gives me a massive energy boost. That is the nature of the game in my domain. But beware! Making the incorrect choices, or attempting violence against me, will alter the next scenario. If you keep making incorrect choices, you’ll end up with a bad ending. And a bad ending means …”
The spirit snapped its fingers and the window to the dark room beyond grew wider. Nanami clenched his fists. The girl from earlier was not the only occupant. At least five other dark shapes lay in various poses on the uncovered items of furniture around the room. The other abductees.
“They’re also under my control, you see. And for every bad ending you get, one of them goes poof! But don’t worry, I’m kind. I won’t harm your students in that way.”
Nanami turned slowly back to the spirit.
Kind?
As unfathomable as it sounded, there was a tone of sincerity, almost warmth, in the spirit’s voice. As if it really, really believed that killing others, but not Nanami’s students, was an act of kindness. As long as he had been in the business of exorcising spirits, Nanami had developed a certain instinct about how to deal with specific types of curses. A sort of unerring sixth sense about how to deal maximum damage when handling them; getting to the heart of their true nature through their weaknesses. Something, perhaps his own innate technique, was telling him that there was an exploitable crack in the armour here.
“I see. That is kind of you.”
The spirit immediately beamed, for all it didn’t have eyes to express emotion with. The dark window disappeared, and the sunset took on an even rosier hue.
“I knew you’d see things clearly!”
“Tell me more about this game. Most importantly, what happens when the game ends?”
“Don’t worry about the students. They’ll be safe and wake up somewhere. If you don’t get any bad endings, all the civilians will be returned safely too. But they won’t remember anything that happened to them.”
“And me?”
“I can’t tell you that yet. Will that be a problem?”
Nanami considered for a moment before shaking his head firmly.
“No. I don’t care much what happens to me. As long as you give me a binding vow, as we sorcerer’s call it, that you’ll let them go when the time comes.”
The spirit’s smile grew impossibly broad, and it let out a small, dreamy sigh.
“You’re … really something, Mister Sorcerer. Or should I say, Nanamin. I checked your student’s chat with you and that’s such a cute nickname!”
Nanami twitched slightly at the moniker, but did not react otherwise.
“Call me whatever you want. But please make that vow.”
“Of course! Anything for you.”
Stretching one hand out, the spirit waggled its fingers. Cautiously, Nanami held out his hand and they grasped each other by the wrist. The spirit was fully corporeal, at least in its domain, the flesh beneath his fingers firm and human-like. A shudder seemed to pass through the spirit as he made contact. They spoke the words of their contract and, within the confines of this domain, those terms were made binding. Nanami let go and stepped back.
“All right. Now will you give me some information as to the nature of these game scenarios?”
“You mean you haven’t guessed already?”
“No, I’m quite at a loss as to what they could be.”
The spirit clapped its hands and laughed.
“Why, they’ll be romantic, of course!”
“… Romantic?”
“Yes! A truly tingling tale of true love and fated lovers. The universe may conspire mischievously to keep them apart, but their honest, raw emotions will prevail over all! At least, as long as you get the good ending.”
Nanami was silent for a bit. He seemed to be thinking deeply, but in reality, this information had completely thrown him. If he understood correctly, this spirit wanted him to perform some kind of … romantic roleplay with it? Had he been mistaken? He had been operating under the assumption that this spirit had be born of the envy and resentment felt by the idol’s audience, but what was this all about then? It couldn’t be. But then again, even the most experienced sorcerers had come up, eventually, against spirits that defied their existing knowledge and instincts. Taking a breath, Nanami looked up.
“Romantic scenarios. Understood. I’ll play my part accordingly.”
“Eh?” It was the spirit’s turn to be caught off guard. “You agree just like that? I thought you’d at least resist the idea.”
“I have no reason to. If the lives of civilians are at stake, then I, and my students, will perform whatever role you assign to us to the best of our ability.”
Nanami reached up and, in a controlled motion, smoothed back his hair. He lifted his sweater slightly and tugged on the empty harness for his blade, snapping it back into place before neatly rolling up his sleeves. He faced the spirit and folded his arms.
“I am ready for you.”
Something crimson and wet dripped from the spirit’s nose. It hurriedly mopped it up with the back of its wrist.
“Ah, er, well. Let me prepare a few things and I will … be back soon.”
The window behind it opened and it scurried through. Nanami raised an eyebrow.
Was that blush part of the act?
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Friday Night Funkin' or whatever. I like them
#friday night funkin#fnf boyfriend#fnf girlfriend#fnf pico#fnf darnell#fnf nene#fnf bf#fnf gf#I refuse to draw them in my actual style unless it's to see how cursed it looks#Also yeah my brain picked up a seventh hyperfixation#let's see if it becomes a special interest#give it three months or so
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i have this wip i really like the atmosphere of and want to finish but its going to be like myTHIRD fucking au thats like Hey guys.what if through a series of unfortunate events ken joined evilfies. would that be crazy
#hey guys waht if i just put ken in a bad situation forever#''five this is the seventh week in a row youve shown ken in a bad situation forever in class''#iive also been thinking abt that. roleswap i talked abt forever ago#iwould just really like to complete a longer fic but i do like 2 of those per year#cursed to post shitty 700 word drabbles forever#— 🍋 posts
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The Doctor breaking Ace’s faith in him in The Curse of Fenric is often used as *the* example of 7’s character, but the next scene is even more important. The way he’s genuinely distraught by his actions yet considers them necessary is at the core of what makes him interesting.
#doctor who#classic doctor who#classic who#seventh doctor#the seventh doctor#7th doctor#the 7th doctor#ace#ace doctor who#ace mcshane#the curse of fenric
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