#but i wouldnt necessarily called them horror

[lazynoodlepuff]

Sigh I wish people would earn that portraying something in fiction doesn't equal endorsment. Shocking how Fuck Up Bad Things Literature contains Bad Things

It might also have something to do with how ceryain terms like "gothic" became associated with certainaesthetics more than with the literary history to some people. So they expect some women on black lace in gothic castles or sth instead of like... a book with specific style exporing dark themes that may include violence and abuse

when internet people are like “i love gothic literature but i hate anything that discusses incest, sexual violence, oppression, misogyny, abuse, torture, gore, murder, or death”

[kelssecretaccount]

hey look, an official intro post!!!

hi my name is kel. im (probably) the host/a fictive in an osdd-1b system. we dont have a system name or anything so i guess you can just collectively call us kel until we learn more about ourselves :p you wont see me doing it a lot but its ok to separate me from my source

im still learning about plurality and stuff. we dont really have the best communication or anything.. actually, our communication is shitttt… but were trying super hard!! 💪

bodily, we are 18 years old and so ofc i would prefer to interact with people around my age!!! i use we/i interchangeably. this is a secret account since i really dont wanna open up to my friends about this and, if you know my main… no you dont :)

I WILL NEVER PURPOSEFULLY SPREAD MISINFORMATION. if you catch me doing so please please please correct me. i want to learn.

DNI and all that under cut!!

DO NOT INTERACT

fake claimers - i dont care what youre fakeclaiming or why youre fakeclaiming

‘narc abuse’ truthers - or believers in any other (insert mental illness here) abuse. just say ur ableist and move on

you post about args or analog horror - awesome interests to have but unfortunately they can make me dissociate and feel paranoid when im not in the best state of mind (exception: if ur willing to tag or dont post about them too much)

youre really into discourse - self explanatory

meanies :( - self explanatory. be nice to me pls

creeps** - pedophiles, hebephiles, maps, whatever you wanna call yourselves. all the same in my eyes. (people with POCD or sexually violent intrusive thoughts are not in this group, of course)

anti therian/fictionkin/otherkin - self explanatory

polycrit - im ambiamorous lol

terf/gendercrit - IM TRANS????

all radfems - i understand that a handful of you are chill but theres too much of an overlap with terfs. i wouldnt feel safe, no matter how nice you are (or say you are)

weird about religion - this includes nonreligious or spiritual people that make fun of people that follow a religion, as well as people that harass or are generally assholes to people that dont follow their religion (im luciferian)

**i dont really wanna get into the proship/antiship debate (its way too nuanced for me to take a black and white stance) but if ur jerking it to depictions of toddlers or anything like that then yeah no.

ill just block you if you otherwise make me uncomfortable

BYF

i fake flirt with people im close to (with consent ofc)

just bc i interact with somebody doesnt necessarily mean that i agree with everything they believe in lol

i have NVLD and autism so i might not seem very aware. it can take me a while to understand things. please dont call me dumb or anything like that, even as a joke (im ok with most other joking insults)

i dont know much about syscourse and i dont care to know. we are, however, traumagenic and wed prefer to interact with systems that are also traumagenic (not anti endo or anything)

im always learning more about myself every day

PLEASE INTERACT

didosdd systems

queer people

omori fans

people with learning disabilities

people that post about mental health or positivity

people that wanna b friends :3c

[castlebyersafterdark]

ok, so im watching the how to get away w murder clip and like... yeah? sexy sex? but there's too many cuts in the edit. i want to see more, but without seeing more.... if you know what i mean?

this is my main issue with modern (or should i say hollywood?) sex scenes. theyre too fast paced, not only in the progression of the sex itself, but in the edit. noah has made letterboxd mentions of how he admires films where the scene is allowed to just play out, often from one angle, and its usually in european or arthouse cinema. the fact he's said this makes me think ST is NOT being filmed like this, which makes me sad, but i guess i shouldnt have expected anything else judging by the history of the show.

my hope with byler, more than wanting to see body parts (though i wouldn't mind that - bodies are beautiful), is that the scene is allowed to play out, with the camera slowly panning in rather than chopping and changing angles. for me, this is slow immersion, desperately sensual. i can forget i am even there... i am lost in the scene, and the actors are too, because they are allowed to just be in one long take and forget the camera. ST has sometimes used what fans call 'stalker' shots, which gives them a bad connotation - its where the camera creeps on characters out of their view. but i dont think it necessarily is a bad camera shot. depends on the tone we're setting. after all, we are all voyeurs simply by watching a story on a screen, arent we? why not make the camerawork immersive too, in a nice way? perhaps, this way, there would be less shame for viewers as well, because we wouldn't constantly be reminded YOU ARE WATCHING A SEX SCENE! ISNT THIS SEXY???!!!! I BET YOURE GETTING A BONER RIGHT NOW! HAHAHA!

lmao. It would just become another part of the lives of these characters. this is why i love lucca guadagnino the director, he says he approaches every scene with the same attitude and gives it the same importance, whether its simulated sex or a tiny passing scene without lines. and honestly, it's a cultural issue too. european culture in general is more comfortable with sex and the body. you see it in food, in dance, in the way people behave and move and everything. i think in america, shock factor and sex sells, but there's also deep shame ingrained into those same things. it makes for an odd tussle, where there wouldnt even be an issue in european culture. epicurean sensuality is normal and celebrated there.

i suppose its too much to expect finn and noah to pull off a guadagnino style love scene under the direction of the duffer brothers lmao. but they seem to have their only sensuality that they bring and cannot be quelled... the van scene is honestly, very sensual and intense. so i have some hope.

but i do hope one or either of them are scooped up for a project like Queer, one day. I think they could both thrive under such a director's approach to filmmaking.

also love that we have mentioned titanic here lately because even though thats hollywood, its subtle and very sensual rather than "sexy". And in doing so, it becomes sexy. I want byler to be sensual and emotional, not sexy.

I'll always stand by my love of HTGAWM and thinking they did a pretty good job - I mean, in a show with romantic subplots and especially as a character who uses sex and his sexuality for secondary means? It's still important to the show while not being the point of the show. It's all genre, medium, story being told. Filming style.

I guess it depends on what you're watching. I feel like the sex scenes in a snappy crime procedural vs. a drama/romance film vs. a mainstream horror/sci-fi are going to be very different. There's just different style of filming. I like all the types mentioned above. Do I want to imagine what scenes of various natures would look like if Stranger Things was more arthouse lofty cinema? Yeah, that's honestly how it looks in my imagination 😆 But ST is not an arthouse indie film haha. I would never expect as such. It does allow emotions to sit, it does allow for sentiment. It's not like they're constantly undercutting any emotional moment with humor or quips or subversion fourth wall genre aware eye rolling like other media (cough mcu and sw cough), so there's that at least.

Definitely appreciative and more interested in scenes that are allowed to play out, the sensual rather than shock value or included but almost shameful. I really think a lot of it depends on tone of story and film/show. I don't think I subscribe to only allowing room to consider certain regions to be able to be successful with or engage with certain emotions and art. I think the problem is the most glaring detractors in opposition to what we talk about are loud by nature, the big budgets that demand a return so they cater to more mass appeal. Anything mass appeal is going to be imperfect about sex, since it's so devisive. Not trying to be too defensive! I just think it should be considered. I always try to consider alternatives to sweeping generalizations.

Titanic is a great example of a filmmaking style I quite enjoyed and I thought was perfection for the story it told! The history and the romance and humanity all in conjunction. I think the sex scenes, the sensuality of it all - spot on. It didn't need to be more exposed, more what I call "softcore" simulated. Sometimes I think scenes do go too far, sometimes not far enough. Titanic was perfect for Titanic. Its genineky one of those topics thats a case by case basis in my personal reads of media re: sex scenes in cinema.

But - agreed, in that train of thought at the end. We have fandom, we have imagination to make Byler spicy and sexy. I'd hate for them to just shy away completely if the intention is to include a sex scene. It should be more emotional and sensual than shocking or ashamed to really give it weight. For sure.

Also agree I'd love to see either boy in a film with material that allows then to explore on screen, show a side we haven't gotten yet. Vulnerable filmmaking, a little artsier. Some say neither really have the acting chops but I disagree. We've seen some moments of brilliance. They'd need the right script, story, directing. Material that could push them. I do believe they have it in them to deliver in some sort of future project and it would so great to see. Let's hope 🤞

[bitegore]

13, 14, 15 for the fic writer meme!

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Already answered this one; copy-pasted:

Writing Good FIction™ is the enemy of writing Fiction That Exists. AKA: perfectonism is a liar and writing more always trumps writing that one thing super perfect. The more I write, the better I am at writing, and also the things I think are great are not necessarily what other people think are Well Executed. So just like. Write bullshit. Write junk. GIve zero shits about if it’s good or not. and then it will get better anyway because the world is a giant joke and you are the punchline.

14.What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Ive seen so many. Probably "show, don't tell" applied strictly, though- narration is not the enemy. No one reads A Series of Unfortunate Events and goes "wow, I wish Lemony Snicket would shut the fuck up and just show us the story" and stories with bland narration are boring because they're bland, not because of the presence of narration. Telling is a useful tool and one you should keep in your arsenal.

Like- even telling-exposition can be made fun. You can tell things and make them more fun than showing them. A scene where Jimbob Sidecharacter puts butter on toast and eats it to show he is acting like a Normal American Man is boring; the narrator simply saying "Jimbob Sidecharacter was a normal american man. He prided himself on being the most ordinary person he knew. He religiously toasted his bread on the stove and ate it with butter every morning, since that was what normal people did, and he went to his job in one of six identical suits he owned so that no one would think he were so unusual as to have fashion sense. In every way, Jimbob Sidecharacter tried so hard to be ordinary that it unsettled anyone who spent too long around him." THAT'S FUNNY! That's interesting! If your story is about Jimbob Sidecharacter's weird hyperconformist nonsense or something, sure, then you can show us that, but you don't have to! And it's not going to be as interesting!

Showing is for scenes that matter. Telling is for facts that no one wants to suffer through experiencing. You do not need to show us the characters taking a piss, or going to work every single day, or any other inconsequential thing that doesn't matter. Show us the scenes that matter and that are interesting. Tell us, in ways that are fun and/or funny, the things that aren't or don't. If i have to sit through one more bullshit paragraph about how this person takes their coffee or three and a half pages of characters eating bread and cheese like they do every day i am going to scream.

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

wailing and sobbing because the one i actually want to see filmified isn't DONE and i cant reference it ;-; long story short haunted house gorefest horror.

of my published fics....

Soundwave Says: Fuck Off would make an excellent G1 plot, I think. And be really fucking funny.

and "You really wanna know where I'm from?" is only partially done but i wouldnt mind seeing a 15-minute short film of Bait just lying to people over and over until suddenly you recognize the character across from her and you're like oh shit that's Jazz. and she continues doing her little song and dance until Jazz calls her by her actual name and you're like shit that's her name. and then she turns into a giant knife lizard and they fight. that would slap

[vicissitude]

adding a tangent onto this i've always found it kinda annoying when ppl just call tzimisce 'the body horror clan' which, they are - but the fact that alongside that they're not just definedly cordial and polite, but that they are that way not to necessarily decieve people but out of conviction is like a key part of the clan. to me

andrei in vtmb is the easiest example because if he was a roving voiceless monster he wouldnt be nearly as interesting, but the fact that he's standing at the bottom of a decaying house made of flesh speaking to you calmly and cordially hits you with the question of how someone who was once human change into this, and how do they see it as okay?

not to harsh on the tzimisce who like making hurman furniture for the love of the game, but i think the contradiction of someone whose personal ethos is both based in something common and human (politeness) but also with a philosophy entirely alien that allows them to inflict unimaginable cruelty beyond that of even other vampires is the core part making up the tzimisce as a clan

Listen I do dearly love all the monstrous tzimisce, do not get me wrong... BUT as someone from Eastern Europe (specifically Romania ( extra specifically kinda from transylvania)) I am missing out on the Politeness. On the priding themselves to be good hosts, upholding old heritage and follow ancient rules you have never even heard of (all depending on their own cultural and the common tzimisce backgrounds).

Im not saying full on hannibal types, but there's many ways to be polite and nice and also unsettling at the same time.

For each monstrous tzimsice wearing their inhumanity on their sleeve, there should be one who keeps it hidden under a thin layer of manners and good conduct, who shares their food and home willingly and eagerly until you get on their bad side and all of a sudden, they turn cold and just as monstrous as you expect.

[yeetlegay]

i'm so comflicted on how i should be interpreting the scene with porsche's flashbacks. like he looks sooo hurt and heartbroken but is it because he feels taken advantage of or because he did something he usually wouldnt and then kinn punished him? is he disgusted? in the novel he has a hard time because of internalised homophobia but he's not homophobic here, apo even said he sees him basically as pan so it just makes the scene in the show so hard to read for me

I took my time to answer this ask bc I wanted to be thoughtful and process how I felt before responding.

So first off, I think we can't really know where his head is at until Porsche actually communicates it in words. What I say is just based off the visual information we've gotten from ep 5, which doesn't tell us everything.

In the very first scene, we see Porsche facing away from Kinn, bundled up under the covers, clearly numb and traumatized by the previous night. Later we learn that he seems to remember having sex with Kinn, but not much or even anything at all prior. (Probably has to do with him throwing up and becoming more lucid by the time they get in the bathroom.) He doesn't want to be around Kinn in that scene. He wants to be alone. We're left to wonder if Kinn specifically is the person he doesn't want to see, or if he just needs space period.

Here's where I think we get the most insight into how he's processing what happened.

The bathroom scene:

This is where we see Porsche having flashbacks of sex with Kinn, from his perspective, for the first time. The tone is very different from how it was portrayed in ep 4.

The music is uncomfortable, harsh, like something you'd hear in a psychological thriller or horror. (I'm not a music expert or anything, but it sounds like suuuuper processed strings, which is part of what makes it so unsettling - it's a very unnatural sound.) It builds slowly, overlaid with breathing, moaning, etc. This music is like listening to an anxiety attack happen in real time. (And horrifically different from the Free Fall piano version we heard before.)

The flashback is hazy, disjointed, out of focus. In Porsche's memory, it's less clear and less cohesive, just snapshots, glimpses, flickers.

And when he moans in his memory, it's overlaid with the yell he lets out in the present.

The cigarette lighter, the flame he's putting dangerously close to his mouth, could indicate that he's even feeling self-destructive, and hints at the danger lurking nearby in the past and the future with Vegas waiting to pounce when Kinn pushes Porsche away.

This whole scene is designed to make us extremely uncomfortable, even sick to our stomachs, because that's how Porsche feels. No matter what his feelings are for Kinn or how much he may have enjoyed the sex itself in the moment, he still feels violated, hurt, alone. The punishment Kinn inflicted on him just cinches all of that and confirms that Porsche won't get comfort or care from him.

Also, @luckydragon10 we finally got Porsche alone in a mirror, but at what cost??

The failed sex parallels scene (idk what to call this lol):

This scene is a little harder to pin down because it mixes both Porsche and Kinn's perspectives. But I think that's also kinda the point. The lines are blurred between them, between the pleasure they got out of the sex and the other feelings: guilt, violation, hurt, fear, even loss.

They're both having sex with people to try and forget about each other, but I think what's interesting here is that Porsche's memory in this scene isn't necessarily misaligned with Kinn's. His memory might be a little blurry, but he's remembering that he liked the sex itself, even if ultimately it's not how he would've chosen to have sex with Kinn, if he would've chosen it at all. And that's got to feel... complicated, to say the least.

He can't get Kinn out of his head, and he hates it. But how much of that is because of what Kinn did to him that night versus what Kinn did the next day (punishing him, placing him at a distance, dismissing him, treating him as disposable) is something we can't really say at this point imo.

That's really all I've got at this point, anon. I'm sure a lot of brilliant people will put out really brilliant metas this week dissecting more of Porsche's headspace and feelings in this episode, but I think I want to just sit with what I got from episode 5 and see how things go in episode 6. It's clear that this isn't cut and dry on either end, that they both have really messy feelings about what happened between them and feel helpless to fix or even discuss it in plain terms. Which I guess is why they had to get dropkicked into a forest with their wrists handcuffed together, because that's the only way these two will manage to communicate.

[felismiscellaneous]

Casonverse Expo

ok so after you see this you Cannot save it. the whole thing about the casonverse is that its solely “oral” and memory based. i cannot write down “rules” to it or anything. this post Will be lost to time and youll just have to deal with that

ok so. we begin. our story. w/ an explanation on how ectobiology has been going on earth c. basically, every once in a while to increase genetic diversity, a babeh between two of the original founders is created randomly, and said founders get to decide if they want to adopt that babeh or not.

now its been a very very long time on earth c and all of these bitches are immortal. yep. every single one. even the non godtiers, they get an immortality boon for winning the game. you know whats also a boon? all of the players getting revived. yep. every single one. because this is my au and i can do what i want.

anyways as i was saying basically at some point a babeh between john and karkat is made and this time theyre like “yeah ok well adopt this one” SO. they be goin there. and the ONE TIME they decide this is the right time the baby is fuckin BROKE. the internal organs of trolls and humans dont mesh very well when the genes are combined in the ectomachine, and this baby is basically just dying very slowly. this baby isssss Casey! well, shes not named that by her parents, but well just call her Casey for now.

john and karkat do their fuckin best to keep this thing alive but her tiny baby body is completely dysfunctional. and doesnt last very long. This is Traumatizing for Everyone Involved. anyways!! a pretty long time after that we have Cason and Jones. they were spawned at the same time. Jones is rose and kanayas horrible ectospawn, and Cason happens to be another equally horrible spawn between john and karkat! they decide to adopt this one, and fortunately it lives. This was Their First Mistake.

but before we get into Cason, lets get into Jones. Jones is,,,, very socially awkward. in fact, she often comes off as creepy to everyone else. this makes her very clingy towards her mothers, who arent That terrible at parenting. theyve got quirks, but theyre good for her. Jones doesnt really have any friends, except this Totally Cool and Not at All Dangerous cult she gets dragged into! this is the second secret shes ever kept from her mothers. the first is that shes the one who keeps bringing snails into the house. Jones likes snails, but shes not good at taking care of them. she just keeps bringing them into the house and feeding them her snack. her snack is rat poison. snails like and digest rat poison safely. snails! she likes them.

ALSO APPARENTLY SHE CAN SEE GHOSTS???? yeah lets get into that. see, Casey becomes a Regular Ghost after she dies. not a dream ghost, just a plain ol ghost. and anyways, shes around the same age as everyone else if not a year older due to Ghost Rules now, and Cason is the only one that seems to be able to see her. and then theres Jones. Jones is absolutely stunning to Casey and yes she falls so hard in dokis. but Jones is trying to ignore the fact that she can see ghosts. it makes her feel like even more of an outcast. ooooo drama! anyways those two have their own background plot going on about fighting eldritch gods or something idk.

LETS GET BACK TO CASON. see. Cason. is The Worst. like, genuinely. ever since he was a kiddo, he was a completely spoiled brat from day one, and spent his childhood Looking Down on People for multiple reasons. for one, hes the son of TWO FUCKING FOUNDERS AND RAISED BY THEM, two he got away with EVERYTHING, and three i think its just in his nature. Cason prides himself in being knowledgeable and better than everyone else, but he is not like Other Egomaniacs((tm.))

Cason doesnt necessarily care about being liked, even if he WAS a great manipulator, or being the best at Everything. he couldnt care less about sports or popularity. all he wants, is Control. just like hes had since day one. This is Terrible for Everyone Involved.

but most terrible for anyone, is Tippie Piyjon. Tippie is terezi and nepetas ectospawn, which, really started it all. now, terezi and nepeta are not horrible people, or even necessarily horrible parents, but theyre just not suited for it. Tippie raised herself on romance novels and the like, especially after being sortve taken in as a goddaughter by karkat almost immediately after she was born. and, because of this, she got to meet Cason very early on. there was hardly ever a day where the two werent around eachother, whether they liked it or not. in school, at their own house, wherever. now, being around Cason of all people all the time, meant you knew exactly how he operated.

and well, Tippie figured that, maybe, if she was just good enough, she could change him. and Cason used that to his full advantage. the two became moirails, which was Fucked Up for Everyone Involved, and grew ever closer. now Cason, being Cason, was Extremely Emotionally Abusive to Tippie. she had to do what he asked, whatever it was, even if it wasnt morally right, she had to stay by his side, she couldnt cry in front of his parents, she had to get good grades so he wouldnt look bad, so many damn things she had to do. even if he never once laid a finger on her, her mental health was, slowly but surely, chiseled down.

every attempt at defying him was met with such coldness, or hed act more warm towards her, so surely she was doing something right and had to keep going. just had to be good enough. hell get better eventually. Cason earns the title of #1 Gaslighter Extraordinare. the only place she found any solace away from him was grubscouts, which she joined on her own terms when she was very young, and at the time was a camp counselor even! this lasted. for so many years.

Cason is nineteen whenever i depict him, and Tippie is seventeen, but very nearly eighteen. eventually, she cant take it anymore, and snaps at him. usually this doesnt last, and he would manage to calm her down eventually, but shes fucking Tired of it. he hasnt changed. not even a bit. well. Cason cant have that, now can he? the first time he lays a hand on her, he slaps her across the face. Big Mistake. though terrified, Tippie lashes out, and claws Casons left eye out, making a terribly deep gash that would leave him permanently blind in that eye whether or not he got treatment.

this scares the SHIT out of her, and Tippie runs off, for the first time, to her mothers. as she cries, she recounts how terrible everythings been and how she didnt mean it and shes sorry and- theres nothing to apologize for. its very clear, that they shouldve stepped in sooner, shouldve noticed something was wrong. meanwhile, Cason crawls home to his own dads, who are rightfully spooked seeing their son with a horrifically bloody face and a gouged eyeball. they only had a second to try and comfort him, before he snapped at them, showing a bit of his true nature to them for the first time, and also, terezi showing up behind him. after a thorough explanation which was mostly just a few stern, if a little tearful words, Casons parents are completely mortified. karkat quickly kicks him out in an act of raw emotion. no chance to grab clothes, or for john to interject, Cason is left outside, alone, and with absolutely no power left. what will he do?

theres also other characters but theyre like babies so they dont have much characterization and also arent very important to the story. but here they are ig:

owen, jade and daves child. hes like, 3. he likes sticks and playing in mud. hes 3 what more do you want from him

siyren, aradia and feferis kiddo. shes like, 6. she likes ballet, arts and crafts, and being snooty

damien, eridan and solluxs kid. hes 10, likes calling people slurs over xbox, and overcompensating since his parents waited so damn long to adopt him after his slimebirth

killer, who named himself, aradia and sollux kid. hes like 11 or something. he likes being edgy and has the same issue as damien. in fact, all but siyren have this issue

toga bitch, who i have currently yet to name, aradia and eridans kid. shes 12. she likes earth rome and chilling in public fountains. a burgundy whose violetkin

wemon wemon, who is also currently unnamed, feferi and eridans kid. hes 13, the oldest. he likes earth lemon demon and horror special effects

carrie, feferi and solluxs kid. shes like 11, likes dance dance revolution and earth 9s

rosie, calliope and roxys bab, whos a baby. jane is also her mom

ben, tippies far future carapacian bf, who likes boring shit like birdwatching and scrapbooking. malewife supreme. a very soft dude, and just wants to help his gf w/ her trauma and join her grubscout troop on earning badges. just a great, if boring guy

notkonyyl, just as unnamed, a notcanadian oliveblood who enjoys going to the gym, frequenting bars, being cool, flirty, and defending her moirail to the death

notkuprum, haha unnamed, is a human, and the moirail to notkonyyl. he likes things like being annoying, flirting with everyone taller than him ((most people)), the nintendo switch, and defending his moirail to the death

[kibybun]

What if little reader from the hawks fic ended up becoming a demon who is going to drag him to bleep because he murdered her? Bonus if you have Leave Luanne song playing in the background.

Ooo! I really like that idea and the song is really good! I didnt really know how to incorporate it into the story but I did try!

This is a continuation of my Hawks and little reader post that you can read here!

Yandere Hawks and Demon/Little reader

Tw: Yandere, death, non-con/rape, pedophilia, necrophilia

Enjoy!

🧸He holds you close and tightly in his arms while the two of you sit in a unfamiliar place. He was crying and you didnt like it when daddy cried. You hold him tighter and try to comfort him.

🧸Then you felt the piercing pain in your back.

🧸You can feel your favorite sweater start to get soaked with your blood as tears fill you eyes. How could he do this to you? You thought he loved you, he promised he did.

🧸You call out for him in disbelief and betrayal. Why would he do this? You didnt have time to think as you slowly slip into unconsciousness.

🧸You wake up again. Your still in this unfamiliar place but you feel different. You look around and find yourself laying on the ground, lifeless.

🧸Then the splitting pain set in.

🧸Not only did you feel a sharp pain in your back but the splintering pain slicing through your head. It didnt help that you heard to different voices arguing.

🧸Both sounded like you but were completely different. One sounded like you did before you met Hawks, strong and mature, while the second one sounded like you did while he had you trapped, childish and pure.

🧸The two parts of you were fighting over dominance. They were arguing and taking control of your body. It was a game of tug a war between them and they didnt care how it was inflicting so much pain on you.

🧸But you just layed there, protecting your once body and suffering, hoping they'll figure this out.

🧸Time passed and the two voices of you started to get along. It was a strange dynamic, one taking care of the other, but it worked. It also help put your mind at ease as you watched over your decaying body.

🧸Then he showed up and the pain started again.

🧸The younger you was so happy and was calling out to him while the older you was cussing him out and screaming at him with pure anger.

🧸You didnt understand why they were acting so conflicted, you barely remember what happened. All you know is that you knew him then you died. You also picked up all the little hints the voices in your head talked about. You had a very strong relationship with him, whether that be good in one person's eyes or bad in another.

🧸You watched him with dizzy vision as they fight harder. His big wings flap gently as he lands close to your corpse. He looks happy.

🧸Tou watch as he grabs your body and holds you close, despite the rot and decay. You can feel his embrace even if it wasnt necessarily you he was holding. It's hard to tell if you're repulsed or over joyed.

🧸He mumbles sweet nothings and apologies in your ear as he starts to walk off with your body. You stumble and try to follow as the feeling of being carried throws you off. It also doesnt help that one voice is crying and begging to go with him while the other tries to pull you away.

🧸You manage to catch up before he takes flight. You grab on tight to his jacket as you leave the ground behind. He seems to notice it but doesnt do anything.

🧸You fall to the ground as he lands in front of abandoned buildings. You follow him into one of the buildings as the voices fight even harder.

🧸He carries you to a bathroom and starts to bathe you. Again, you cant decide whether to feel repulsed or excited as the voices in your head drown out what he's saying. He then dries and dresses you before putting you on a couch and plays a movie.

🧸You feel as if you could recite all the words by heart but beyond annoyed that it was put on.

🧸Hawks then sits with you and holds you close as the movie plays. As the movie continues you start to regain memories.

🧸You remember the games you used to play as the move droned on in the background. You also remember how he hurt and tortured you as he played the movie in the background.

🧸You grow uncomfortable as his hand travels up your thigh and as he scoots closer to you.

🧸Suddenly both voices shut up.

🧸You watch in horror as he continues to advance on you. You hate the way his hands are touching you, grabbing you, pulling you closer.

🧸You start to cry as he strips you of your clothes. You dont know how to stop him, neither do the voices. They seem to be crying as well.

🧸The two of you were now fully undressed and you feel him. It hurts so bad. You have to make him stop, you need to make him stop.

🧸You start to try and pry him off of your corpse but when that doesnt work you start to claw at his skin.

🧸You know he can feel you. He flinches as your nails draw blood but that only encourages him to go faster. The you collapse.

🧸The definitive snap of a bone sent you to the ground crying in agony as he finishes. You hear him shift and chuckle as he speaks. It was so mocking without him trying.

🧸You will make him pay.

🧸You layed there for a bit, letting the pain die down before you moved. You crawled towards where he layed with your body. You sat next to yourself for a second before saying goodbye.

🧸You crawled closer to that disgusting excuse for a man and grabbed him close. You were ready to go now.

🧸The ground cracks as an invisible force starts to drag you under. Hawks wakes up and panics, unsure of what's happening.

🧸You cling on tighter as he tries to crawl away. You wouldnt let him escape, just like how he didnt let you.

🧸You were close to the crack now. It was so warm. The younger voice in your head was crying and begging you to release him. As the two of you get closer to the crack the younger voice fades. Probably because its connected to him.

🧸Finally, the two of you fall into the fiery abyss. He'll suffer until he dies now. He'll suffer even more when he does die.

🧸He deserves it so badly. And you'll be there every step of the way, being the one inflicting his torment of course.

Kiby~💚

[babysizedfics]

I know the dark sides kinda accidentally bullied Virgil for regressing but did they know/realise that he has autism? Did they know how to help his sensory issues or did he just have to try and cope himself?

EDIT 31 oct 2020: this info is slightly outdated now as i have decided vee does not get diagnosed until he is 14

This is a little bit heavy so scroll past if u want fluffy happy stuff!! mention of internalised ableism

Janus was basically his father so yeah he definitely knew Vee was autistic and accommodated him to the best of his ability at the time - but he wasn't the most educated on the smaller aspects of autistic life, he knew the big things like meltdowns (which he was adequate at getting virgil through) and stimming (he actively encouraged it but did tease virgil about being embarrassed about it which only made v more embarrassed) and vee not liking certain textures or bright lights (not necessarily an issue in their house) but he wasn't that aware of the things that go unnoticed like small sensitivities to food and poor emotional regulation and other things i can't think of atm.

He was guilty of thinking Vee was simply picky and fussy as a child and didn't really click that it was just another part of being autistic and should have been taken more seriously. Also Janus thought it was standard for Virgil to have a proper meltdown every week, but once vee moves to the light sides its more like once every 4 weeks because its a much more accommodating environment

Also he is canonically pretty selfish, I'm not sure he would have actually sat down to research accounts of autism from autistic peoples persoectives, he probably researched just the standard medical info and considered that enough

(quickly mentioning here that janus is not bitter that virgil left. he was at first but when he saw how much better virgil was doing in the other house he was satisfied that virgil was where he belonged, even if it was still upsetting to him that it wasn't with him. it's not until he wants in on the regression family dynamic that he recognises he COULD have helped virgil feel better in the dark sides house, and begins to educate himself on virgils specific needs so that he wont make the same mistakes again as nana janus)

back when vee was a child Janus explained to remus what autism is and Remus was pretty indifferent tbh he didn't really listen and janus didn't explain vee's specific needs in detail. remus was not very considerate or observant, so tended to accidentally trigger virgil's sensory overload by being loud and stuff. occasionally he felt a little bad about it but would just roll his eyes - but he wouldn't do any loud pranks for at least a few hours after. he never made things harder for vee on purpose out of cruelty, he just wasn't necessarily willing to adapt his behaviour for the sake of virgil if it meant he wouldn't personally have as much fun.

as much as janus knew how to get virgil through a meltdown, virgil had to deal with all the smaller details on his own. he had to pick certain foods off his plate and wear ear plugs when the others refused to turn down the volume on their horror movies and he struggled a lot with internalised ableism because no one helped him with these things so he thought it would be burdensome for him to ask for help but he also realised he wasnt coping well on his own and really wanted help, he just wouldnt let himself ask for it

in conclusion, they were aware of his autism and didnt make fun of it in any way because thats mean. Still, they weren't very educated on it or considerate at the time and didn't adapt the environement much to make it easier for virgil to cope, which is one of the things that led up to virgil moving out

I want to point out again that these are realistic experiences that explore a family who did not have the tools to effectively make things easier for Vee at the time, it is not abuse and it is not "unsympathetic", though it was undereducated and inconsiderate - A lot of the reason things were so bad in the house was because the dark sides just dont communicate effectively.

janus and remus are awkward with feelings, their idea of a heart to heart is grumbling a slight reassurance veiled in 8 layers of sarcasm then immediately calling each other names to brighten the atmosphere. theyre the friends who say they thoroughly hate you when you make them laugh and they threaten to decapitate each other as a form flattery. and they dont need to change that about thrmselves, some people are just like that, to janus and remus thats their favourite way of communicating and showing affection and it makes them happy. its just a bad match with virgil who is very sensitive to even the slightest insinuation that someone doesnt like him. janus and remus arent bad people they just are not the right people for virgil to live with

I am basing this specific storyline/concept on my experiences with my family and their gradual acceptance and understanding of me being autistic. Yes it would be nice if every family instantly knew exactly how to make things easier for someone who is autistic but it's just not always that idealistic. It's not black and white, it's not either 100% supportive or 100% abusive. it's not always a linear line, sometimes families make mistakes and accidentally make things worse at some point, but what matters is they recognise and acknowledge them, apologise sincerely, educate themselves and unlearn misconceptions, and work to be better in the future!

[lapiswrites]

Sweet Siren Song

McCreamy x Reader

Dark/Monster Misfits AU

TW: Gore, blood, death, etc

“There’s an allure to darkness,” Klaus Mikaelson had told Caroline Forbes in an episode of The Vampire Diaries. Like the true sassy blonde she was, Caroline snapped back saying there wasn’t. But she was wrong.

There really WAS an allure to the dark side. So many women loved Ted Bundy, and it wasn’t just because he was attractive. Fandoms love villains like Loki and Hela. It’s because of how evil they are. We have our own demons to deal with, and we find solace in other peoples’ darkness.

Living off the coast had warranted me many folktales and legends to beware. Don’t go too deep, the undertoe will suck you in and drown you. Don’t go swimming past midnight. If you see a light on the horizon and it is not the sun or moon, run.

But my favorite was the twisted fairytale of a young maiden. She loved the sea and was there almost every day from dawn til dusk. She made friends with the fisherman and sea life alike. She even met the most handsome devil. He lived in the sea and sang like a god. He had loved her, but he couldn’t have her.

One day, she waited for him at the dock. The sky was darkened to pitch black, save for the brightly lit white moon in the sky. She waited and waited with her feet dangling off of the edge.

A webbed hand shot up from the water and wrapped around her ankle. She was pulled down into the sea and there, she met her end. And who had killed her? The seaman she had loved, of course. But he was supernatural. He was a siren. He sang the sweetest songs to lure his victims, and then he ate them. He wasn’t the only one of his kind; sirens have been around in lore for ages. They were mostly female, but I guess those tales’ authors never met Jay.

My friends were drinking and smoking weed. They had a party on the beach to signal summer’s start. I joined in, but I didn’t drink or smoke. I just sat on the dock and kicked my feet back and forth. It was a lovely temperature by the water; not too cold. I sat alone with my thoughts and music coming from my phone.

When All I Want by Kodaline came on, there was a sweet as sugar voice coming from somewhere nearby. It sang along to the song, overpowering the actual singer’s vocals. I looked around, trying to find the source.

On a pile of rocks several hundred feet from the docks was a silhouette. I don’t know how the voice carried over here, nor how my music met their ears. Nonetheless, I grabbed my phone and walked towards the person.

The closer I got, the sweeter the song sounded. It sounded like angels singing. I couldn’t help but follow the voice. I found a man with dark hair and beautiful eyes sitting in a large rock. On closer inspection, he had no legs, only a shimmering black tail like a mermaid.

“What the fuck?” I questioned aloud. The man stopped singing and stared at me quizzically.

“You can resist my spell?” He mused. I was confused. Spell? What spell?

“What are you on? How high are you?” I responded.

He rolled his eyes, but kept a small smirk on his pink lips. “I’m a siren, love. My songs entrap my victims. It brought you here but yet you’re able to think clearly.”

“You’re quite honest for a living fairytale creature.” I remarked. He laughed and it sounded like music.

“I’m intrigued. And if you ran or tried to tell anyone, you’d be in the water before you could even think about screaming.” He smiled, showing sharp canines. I know I should be scared, but I wasn’t. I was curious.

“I don’t know how I can resist your spell. I don’t even know how you exist.” I stated. I kept my gaze on him, not wanting to be tricked into my own doom.

He chuckled darkly, but the sound was sickly sweet in my ears. “Love, there’s a million things in this world far worse than I. Your own kind is one of them. I eat people, sure, but do I necessarily enjoy the killing? Not always. Killing you would be deeply tragic. But killing one of your stupid friends? Enjoyable.”

“Why would killing me be tragic?” I asked, walking around him. He couldn’t move on land, while I could. I wasn’t really afraid of him.

“You’re beautiful. But you can resist me. You’re not scared of me; you’re intrigued. You’re smarter than the average human.” He slapped his tail against the rock, creating a wet splashing sound. His tail was absolutely gorgeous, but it’s dark colors hid the bloodshed and sins he’s committed.

“What are you going to do since I can resist you?” I challenged. I took a step back, readying my entire body to flee if need be.

He laughed loudly and threw his head back. “Oh, my darling, are you challenging me? I can snatch you up and drag you to the deepest depths of the ocean in seconds.”

“So why haven’t you?” I apparently had a death wish. But something in me told he wouldn’t hurt me. He was as interested in me as I was him.

“I like you. What’s your name?” He eyed me like a wolf eyeing its prey.

“(Y/N),” I replied warily.

“Beautiul name. I’m Jay.”

“Jay the siren? Interesting.” I dared a few steps closer to him. He seemed surprised that I was willingly entering his territory. “I’ve heard stories about you.”

“So you know that I can eat your heart out.” He watched me carefully, as if I was the monster. I sat down beside him, staring out into the ocean. Go ahead and get me, Jay. You won’t.

“You would have already done so by now.” I replied.

“Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.” He leaned in close, his nose and mouth too close to my skin for comfort. One of his webbed hands came up and played with my hair. “You’re absolutey delicious.”

“(Y/N)!!” One of my friends called from farther up the beach. I watched her stumble drunkenly towards the doc. She tripped and sprawled out where the water met land.

“I’m warning you, now, my love. If I ever catch you here again, I will feast on your flesh.” He smirked and dove back into the water. He swam incredibly fast, and before I knew it, my friend was sucked into the ocean.

I couldn’t scream, but some of the others had. I rushed down the beach, trying to save my friend. When I got to the dock, the only thing that proved she was ever here was a red high heel and the part in which it was attached. I gasped in horror, falling to my knees on the sand.

The worst part? I wanted to see Jay again.

[castlebyersafterdark]

It’s so intriguing how Joseph Quinn entered ST for one season and already has a burgeoning career way stronger than any of the actors who’ve been here for a decade (he’s in a quiet place, the fantastic four, gladiator II, a major alex garland A24 war film, a major elevated horror film, and more to come). It’s like damn, where’s this energy for any of the other cast members? agents, please step up 😤

especially noah’s agent. noah should’ve landed roles post ST2 just like finn did early on

Oh gosh I forgot about that man but yeah, he seems to be popping OFF with big roles. Marvel lead???? Wild. I never could have predicted that one but good for him. I know that Stranger Things has really long filming demands but others have managed to do big roles as well. Not gonna pretend I know that much about the intricacies of all their filming decisions, but it's certainly interesting. I really don't know why Noah wasn't in more (better) stuff in conjunction with ST but maybe it's what his family decided?

now this is all interesting because i agree with vinny about noah's post-ST career. ST is something of a bubble; did you see that parody where it was called 'the worlds favourite TV show every three years' ? basically, most people - the industry peeps who make things happen and the viewing public - forget about the show until a new season comes out. its a cultural phenomenon rather than a stalwart, and i think it's going to continue to generate a loyal fanbase for decades to come, much like nerd classics like star trek. i can totally see this cast coming back again and again for reunion cons but not necessarily having varied, successful careers.

i think they are great actors in ST, but something about the ensemble cast and the magic of the show is what works for me. everything i've seen anyone do outside of ST has been disappointing tbh. i thought finn had quiet beauty in Saving the World, but if I saw that and didnt know who he was, I probably wouldnt think he was a giant star or follow his career. The youngest actors especially, in s1 and s2 they threw so much of themselves into the roles that I believe these characters now belong to them, are part of them. (Imagine: it's 2050, and Stranger Things is being rebooted. I can see Finn and Noah coming back for cameo roles, Mr Clarke or something, and old fans going wild.)

But I don't feel that way with B characters like Eddie/Joe Quinn. You have to consider that he was hella charismatic and is considered a good actor, period, not just within the show: he's a seasoned british theatre actor with roots in the biz. he's sort of like what jonathan bailey is to bridgerton, getting all the roles despite his castmates being super talented too. it speaks volumes about the kind of characters that the general public want to see + that the industry is willing to write. we've seen the steddie fandom here: joe has one hell of a demographic lapping up his stuff, and he's riding a fame wave of hot white twenty-something male, similar to Paul Mescal... and considering how fast pop culture/hollywood moves these days, I wouldnt be surprised if he too fades away after a few years of great success (like J. Law). He could also fuck it up with one wrong comment and get cancelled within the year lol. It's just so hard to predict.

but vinny was probably right on with noah being young - child stars rarely expand beyond one franchise/film while theyre that small due to legal filming limits and school commitments etc, and because theres so few child roles in hollywood. so comparing a young noah's talent and career with joe quinn's, who was an adult when he joined ST, doesnt really make sense.

+ this isnt really on topic but i personally would prefer them to fade and be happy and healthy than grind away and become jaded by the industry or have many flops. i already think finn worked too hard as a teen and has basically developmentally lived his twenties before his teen years, and is now sort of going back to that teen mindset and experimenting with music and chilling and doing things a teen should. when he said he had abandoned his career goals to focus on personal ones like 'being comfortable in my own skin', i rejoiced and also cursed the whole fame thing for just being so fucked up. his goal is to be 'a happy and healthy older person' - i mean, that made me cry dude. the implications and subtext of that statement! and people are out here thinking they should all be happy and fine cos theyre rich and have fancy cars and all these fans. like, tell me you don't know anything about what it means to be human. 🙄

Excellent points and discussions, all very real. Agreed. Thank you !! ❤️❤️

[oppressiveliberator]

What are things Ghetsis likes to do in his spare time? Does he have anything in particular that he really enjoys doing that most wouldn’t know about? (Like. Knitting or some hobby type thing like that.)

Hobbies, huh. . . .

Ghetsis is a very goal-oriented person. Back when he was Plasma Boss and all, he wasn't really one for many hobbies--he certainly enjoyed doing things in his free time now and then, but by the time he'd adopted N, he was putting most of his free time into Plasma and advancing his goals and such.

But like I said, he did enjoy things now and then!

((snip snip unless you’re on mobile in which case as always I am sorry--maybe i should start putting these into multiple posts instead of singular big ones?  lmao

Also brief mentions of I think abuse, Pokémon abuse, torture??  i don’t think there was anything else triggering in there but i’m also too lazy to reread it lmao))

Ghetsis loves to read. He most enjoys nonfiction--true crime, history, religion, culture, Pokémon, human psychology, science, world news; Ghetsis really loves just about anything that can teach him something new. He's all about doing lots and lots of research, too, and he's actually well versed in old languages, too, especially old Unovan. He made a cypher for translating(and even taught Zinzolin how to read it a bit! In fact, Zinzolin is the one who has the Old Unovan linguistic work he's done atm because he can't let go of his boyfriend's old things) But he also likes a good fiction novel--crime, historic, alternate history, adventure, thriller, horror. . .he's picky about fantasy and science fiction and romance, but he'll read them now and then too.

While he's not really that into it, he does watch a lot of TV lately. He has days where he's pretty much immobile, so something he can just lie down and watch is nice to at least keep him from just sleeping all day. His taste in TV and movies is pretty similar to his taste in books. However, he's not much of a TV person and it's more something he just kind of accepts as what he 'has to' do nowadays. Sometimes he just. Doesn't have the energy to turn pages in a book. But entertainment is always better than boredom.

In his current state, Ghetsis doesn't really do much daydreaming or quiet contemplation, because ultimately it leads to a heavy slew of negative thoughts and emotions and makes him feel terrible. But in the past, he spent much of his time thinking about the world, plotting, planning. Lately if he does anything it's daydream or dissociate but. The latter isn't really, y'know, a hobby or something he really wants to do.

Music! Is one of his highest interests!! The Harmonia family is a very musical and artistic one, so he was surrounded by music and taught to sing and play instruments since he was in diapers. He doesn't think of himself as being able to play instruments nowadays. . .even though he still played now and then when he lost most usage of his arm, so long as it obviously didn't really require both hands or a need for both could be worked around. At present he's more into listening to music than anything--and his tastes are far more variant than you'd expect, as he's able to find some enjoyment in most any genre. He's started to sing more lately, too, although since his voice is often poor, he hates to do it and have to hear how terrible he sounds. But after Bede told him not to be discouraged over it and that some practice would surely restore his voice to its former glory, he's been singing to himself a bit more in an attempt to get his vocal chords back in decent condition.

(The unexpected part of this is when you find him singing old pop songs. . . . . . . .)

Ghetsis is, despite being antisocial as far as his personality/mindset/comfort levels, actually quite outgoing and enjoys people's company and talking to them, watching them. He loves social events and crowds and being around people--although he also hates it because, well, everyone is below him and the world around them is usually disgusting. But he quite likes company, especially from interesting and intelligent people, and he's playfully flirtatious too. While he prefers to do the talking and teaching, he's not against listening if somebody catches his attention and, again, Ghetsis has an insatiable desire for knowledge. Oh and socializing doesn't always have to be positive, either! He l o v e s to harass his protags. He likes to disturb people and make them afraid and uncomfortable and upset. He'd probably be an internet troll now and then if he bothered with internet socializing.

(Also, Ghetsis fucks to survive is a hedonist. So having people around means getting laid when he wants to. And how can he say no to being attended to and having his body worshipped and pleasured? To the power that comes with controlling someone else's pleasure, making their whole body respond with a mere touch, sometimes even less?)

As of late he also quite enjoys taking walks when he can--and while he's still beginning to accept it, he has started taking his wheelchair out(though, not in the regular world, only in the magic plane he’s hiding on) if he can't do his own walking and just enjoying the world outside. He. . .misses it.

He actually is very well travelled and he loves travelling, visiting new places, learning new things in person, going on expeditions and to archaeological sites and ruins and historic places. . .! Up until BW he travelled a good amount and enjoyed the bounties and interests his the world had to offer, practical or not. He likes himself a good time and experiences. Of course it lessened when he acquired his kids, especially N. And nowadays he hardly even leaves the house, let alone the region, though with the way his magic hideaway works(rather, doesn't work) he can wind up travelling by accident simply because it isn't stable enough not to move around.

And, of course there's magic. Ghetsis habitually draws little magic circles and things here and there, little spells to store magic or discourage nightmares or encourage remembering things. If he's idly tracing something on a table that's probably why. If he's idly tracing something on a person, that's probably why--in particular, he'd 'bless' N with safety when he went outside, or put magic on him that would ideally 'lock' his mind somewhat so he wasn't influenced by the outside world and had his plans ruined. Ghetsis does rituals every now and then(there used to be some cultish stuff in Team Plasma. . .maybe. . .but rituals aren't necessarily cultish, just like regularly done things) and magical cleanses, protection for his own spaces, charging the crystals and things he has around, and practices little bits of magic here and there just so he knows he can still do it. Now and then he tries to learn or develop new magic, but he's really not in the best condition for good magic usage. It certainly doesn't stop him but, y'know, tries to keep playing with fire to a minimum lest he burn his house down.

Of course, these are mostly things he does at present. . .with the strokes and the weakness in his body and the problems with his cognition and mind in general. . .his options are lessened in his opinion. His depression and lessened will to live make it hard for him to do even those things--let alone some of the things he used to do.

Sports are among the things he'd done in the past--namely basketball(just kinda happens when you're over 6ft tall.) He gave his old ball to N to teach him to play, but back then he could still play, one arm or not. Nowadays he has trouble even sitting up let along standing, running, and he's still accepting that he needs a wheelchair now and then when he can't get around so easily himself, so wheelchair basketball isn't something he'd even consider trying. Playing basketball? Tennis? Hell, any sport? He can't even consider it. He hates watching sports now. Whereas he used to love to do so because he could watch Unovan teams VS other regions and feel proud and cheer for Unova and so on, but now he can't stand it because it makes him think of how he used to be.

One of the things he did a lot up until the end of BWB2W2, was, of course, train his Pokémon, care for them, sometimes even play with them. They needed exercise and enrichment, and keeping them in fighting and killing shape was a high priority, both for enjoyment/entertainment and for the sake of having strong Pokémon. But now his Pokémon are all gone. . .and he resents all Pokémon for it and his hostility towards them all has increased. If anything at present, he takes even greater delight in hurting Pokémon than he had in the past.

Public speaking, debating, evangelizing, convincing people of Plasma's ways, giving and writing speeches was also a hobby he enjoyed. Usually, however, he winged his speeches, simply spoke from his cunning heart. Of course, if he tried to do something like that today. . .well, someone would call interpol and it'd be a whole thing. . .he does talk to himself a even more than he used to now, but it's not the same.

Punishing and teaching Plasma's members and anyone they decided to. . .host for a while, so they could learn the truths and come to know Team Plasma's might and perspective. . .being able to torment captives, seeing the hope leave somebody's eyes, god. He misses power. He misses victims. He misses taking out his frustrations on somebody locked in his dungeons, beating them and spitting on them and showing them how above them he was, torturing them--. . .expressing his power, he never really gets to do it anymore. . . . Harming others. . .even less. . .and what power, authority, strength does he have to at present anyways. . . . .

Training members of Plasma and their Pokémon, using the Pokémon they'd liberated for various behind the scenes work like building the castle, abusing people and Pokémon alike, really he found such bliss in it. Yes, it was something he kept quite quiet about or explained away until Neo Plasma--after all, nobody knew of his plans and intentions until he was defeated--but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it.

Unexpected things. . .hm. he's pretty adventurous so I'm sure he's tried lots of things, but ultimately discarded them as things to do often for one reason or another. Knitting he can't see himself doing, one hand and all.

When N was younger, he actually took care of the human dolls and toys he gave him, since n mostly cared about the pokémon ones and was neglectful towards the human ones. Which was what was intended! But it irked Ghetsis's sense of perfectionism to see them all messed up, so he'd do their hair and dress them and so on just so they were in order and not a messy pile in the corner.

Ghetsis liked visiting dig sites and such, but he also enjoyed personally going on expeditions now and then too! He'd been planning one to the Abyssal Ruins for some time, but it never came to fruition. . . .

Since he was so well researched and did lots of discovering things himself, he’s written academic papers and things of that nature too.  Spreading his knowledge is always great.

Sciences piqued his interests sometimes, although that may not be a surprise. It's probably even less of a surprise that he was interested in experimentation on people and Pokémon--he was usually eager to let Colress do as he pleased as a result.

OH RIGHT ALSO! COLLECTING STUFF!! In particular things relating to or supposedly relating to legendary and mythical Pokémon and extinct ones too and history/legends and other unique things--stuff like feathers from legendary birds or orbs or gems said to strengthen or summon them and stuff like that. . .! He has a raw keystone, but he's not super aware of what it is since Mega Evos only really have recently come into common knowledge and he wasn’t in Kalos to learn about that in particular at the time, so he just thinks it's a cool kalosian rock with a strong life energy.

Tbh idk about any unexpected hobbies for him. . .tbf i also have like. No hobbies of my own. So this is kind of a hard question for me because doing things in your spare time??? I can't even bring myself to do things when o have to do them! Lmao.

He's abandoned a lot of his hobbies and interests. It kinda comes with being old and disabled and depressed and losing your will to live. He's feeling a bit better as of the start of the blog recent--so he's getting a bit active again, but. . .he's still not used to being "incapable" and it gets between him and doing anything for fun.

But hopefully this answer satisfied! And if not, if you're curious about anything in particular, send another ask my way!!

[anamelessblade]

🔥

Hi I love u sly. Sorry u get the long rant. and its not going under a read more im tired.

Deep breath– sorry if this pisses anyone off or if you lose all faith in me this has been stewing. 

Write whatever the fuck you want. Yeah, even that really shitty thing everyone is going to scream and yell about and call you all sorts of nasty terrible names for. Yeah, even THAT subject everyone says you should not touch with a ten foot pole.

im being vague on purpose. you know the type of subjects.

‘But Raive what the fuck that subject is awful and condoning shit and romanticizing–’

Let me be clear: Just because I’m saying this, does not at all mean I condone everything that is written. It does not mean I think everything should be written and put out there for public consumption. Maybe it shouldn’t be. Maybe it should be somewhere private or maybe it shouldn’t be. Honestly I’m not sure. All I know is that there are so many people here saying this is a SAFE PLACE and that it should be that for everyone--but this is the internet. It was never safe (i remember my parents telling me to never give my name out, be careful who you talk to be aware. dont give out your age. don’t do this. a lot of you need to realize that too because everyone is always asking for information and i don’t need to verify who i am IRL with you because that’s fucking scary in and of itself). You have to make your safe space by using the tools provided to you to keep the content you don’t want in your face out of it. If you see something you don’t like and it bothers you, that means you found something that bothers you. I’m sorry, I am honestly 100% sorry you have to confront something that you do not like and which may or may not trigger you in some way because of some other circumstance that occurred. Unfortunately, what other people do and write and how they act is entirely out of your control. You cannot make anyone do anything they do not want to--and that includes people who are actively out to hurt others. 

With that said.

 If two consenting adults decide to write something and they tag it and they put all the content warnings in the world and you still go to their blog and come out and tell them they are wrong and immoral and a horrible, horrible person, that’s on you. There is shit I won’t write and dont agree with and things I wouldnt tell anyone to write, but art and writing is not meant to be comfortable, it pushes boundaries, even the boundaries you think should not be crossed. And if it crosses your own boundaries, then you do what you have to make yourself feel comfortable

(please note I am talking about purely fictional things and events not when people come out rping ACTUAL N*ZIS)

'But Raive… what if its hurting people? What if someone uses that writing for something actually irl bad?’

I hate to say this, I really do, but if someone is going to hurt someone and has already decided go out of their way to do it, they are going to do it whether or not someone’s horrifying all-taboo, all squick rp/fic is out there. 

Dont get me wrong. Like I said, there are a lot of things that I think probably shouldn’t be written. But I’m not going to condemn anyone for it so long as they themselves outside of the fiction are a decent person. Contrary to what everyone rages about and shouts– there is a difference and a line between fiction and reality. No it’s not that cut and dry. Some things do affect people and change opinions, but it’s not such a simple thing as 'I wrote this fic and now everyone is going to think its okay’. The things that actually blur the line of fiction and reality (such as rac.ism and h.omophobia and things of that nature) it’s probably already in the hearts and minds of the people watching or reading that media and they will use it as an example of feelings that were already there, because it reflects them. I don’t think any well-meaning person would watch or read a scene with a murder and come out thinking that murder is alright. There is a line when it comes to specific subjects compared to others, and i think that encompasses most of the problematic writing and work that everyone so ardently opposes. Because, most of the people writing these subjects are not condoning it themselves, they’re just writing it as fiction. 

Again, I don’t know if that’s right or wrong, that’s not what I’m about to make a judgment call on. I’m just saying this black and white ideology of policing CONSENTING ADULTS who are NOT OUT TO HURT ANYONE needs to stop. They tag and put all the warnings and say out right in their rule that they write certain subjects you are not comfortable with and you still decide to follow or to interact or whatever-- dude that. is. on. you. and you need to realize that.

I know anecdotal evidence is not like the most scientific way to go about this kind of thing, but i’m at work/taking a break and can’t look up any articles on pyschology or whatever to ‘prove’ my point. Those of you who don’t agree won’t read or want to read it anyway. 

I spent around...almost i’d say ten years on this one forum. Back in its heyday when it was popular there were a lot of us writing shit that...should not have been written. Things I would not write now, but was okay with back then because I was young and not necessarily aware. My idea was it’s fiction. There’s nothing wrong with it inherently. and that’s how most of us were. Nobody came out of the woodworks to say this was AWFUL AND YOU ARE EVIL AND TERRIBLE FOR WRITING THIS because we all spoke to each other ooc and we didn’t conflate in character with out of character. Any time something bad happened ooc it was dealt with, the person removed and that was that. Because no one was hurting anyone IC, it was the ooc that mattered.

 IC drama was IC drama no matter how crazy and shitty it got (and there was a lot of IC drama that everyone watched and commented on and honestly it was insane)... but and this sounds odd perhaps, but writing and reading those things gave me a perspective I wouldn’t have had otherwise. I researched, I looked into things, I wanted to portray things right--and it gave me a really wide view and understanding of what people in certain situations go through. I’m not saying go write these awful things so you can understand the horrors of it. I’m just saying it taught me to empathize better and actively try to understand what other people go through, I guess. 

Anyway. this got long and a little rambly and I wish I could get my point across half as well as I formulated it in my head but...

TL;DR: write what you want, no matter what it is. Tag all the warnings. Put all the content warnings that you can so that those who dont want to see that shit can block it. and those of you who want to attack people who do all of the above, please don’t. Just block and blacklist and do all the things necessary for yourself. And be aware that the world and the internet is a scary place that does not cater to you. 

[chaseadrian]

are X and Pearl super gory? i'm so intrigued but i have to be careful abt horror cause i can't stomach gore

hmm if you can’t stomach gore i would say yes they are. like i personally wouldn’t describe them as “gory” but they are graphic for sure. pearl more so than x, but i will say the gore doesn’t come out of nowhere so you have forewarning if u wanna skip ahead or close your eyes.

i’d say they have abt as much gore as hereditary or sinister, which i wouldnt call gory movies either. they don’t shy away from showing death, but they don’t necessarily revel in it either. they’re great movies, pearl was absolutely one of my top three horrors this year, but if you’re not good with gore i’d just caution you going into it that there is a standard level of it, if not slightly above standard.

[baby-itsa-wild-world]

Phil

I met a boy in 11th grade. Lets call him Phil. He rode my bus. He was 1 year younger than me, and a little bit shorter. He had shoulder length blonde hair and was kind of lanky. Not really my type but we got along as friends. We made eachother laugh a lot. I valued him as a friend.

My other friends started hanging around phil too. On Halloween, my friend told me that phil had a secret he was keeping from me. I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that he liked me as more than a friend. I saw the way he looked at me. I was flattered but I didnt let phil know that I knew.

That evening on the bus, phil broke down and finally told me. I was excited. Part of me kinda felt like I liked him too, mainly because I was just flattered to have someone interested in me and because he had always been there for me as a friend. But like I said he wasnt really my type. He was younger than me. He got detention a lot. He was kinda immature. So I kinda just let it go.

In the following weeks I started seeing him in a different light. He had always been a good friend. I admired that he didnt give a fuck what anyone thought. I had always wanted to be like that. And he did have a certain charm about him. Maybe I did like him back after all.

We flirted back and forth for the next few months. We talked on the phone occasionally. We sat next to eachother on the bus. It was like we always were, except with flirting. I was always waiting on him to make a move.

Around valentines day Phil was on myspace talking about a girl named "lily". He was talking about how lily had stayed a few nights at his house and was watching horror movies with him. I thought to myself, what the fuck?? I thought he liked me. What was he doing with other girls? I got pissed. I messaged him on myspace, not angry or anything, but just casually asked what he was doing. He said that he and lily were going to the movies. I said cool, I had been wanting to go to the movies myself to see something (probably the new twilight movie if you want me to be honest). And then he messaged back: sorry, its just going to be me and lily. I was like FIRST OF all, I was not asking to come along with you guys. I was so fucking pissed. I couldnt believe he thought I wanted to intrude on their stupid little date. But inside i was boiling with jealousy. It was valentines day and I decided that love was a big lie and I was done with it forever.

I started acting distant towards him. He finally asked me what was wrong. I said nothing. I was being stubborn as hell. He kept trying to pry an answer out of me, and I finally told him, I LIKED you. Dumbass. And he looked at me with shock. He said he didnt know that I felt the same way. And he was sorry about hurting my feelings with lily. I fell right back into it again. I couldnt be mad at him for long.

We talked on the phone every night after that. Every waking moment that we weren't at school together we would talk on the phone all hours of the night. My parents got pretty pissed about it because I had never been the boy crazy type. I was all about school, grades, friends. They didnt like this side of me, but they couldnt tell me anything. I was already head over heels. We talked about hopes, dreams, wishes. He wanted to either go in the army after school or go far far away across the country. I admired his ambition.

It was march. We were talking on the phone one night and he asked me to be his girlfriend. I said yes. I was blushing so fucking hard it probably would have been super embarassing in person. But I prepared myself the next day. We held hands on the bus, in between classes. The calls at night just kept getting longer. He knew I was really inexperienced with guys. I had never even kissed a boy. He said he wanted to give me my first kiss.

The next day, as he was walking me to 1st period, he gave me a quick peck on the lips. It didnt really feel like anything. It didnt blow me away or anything like that. It was kind of underwhelming. But I reached a new point in my life. I just got my first kiss.

It seemed like phil always wanted more and more. He wanted me to come over to his house. My mom never let me, not because she didnt trust me but because she was always funny about me going to other peoples houses. His parents were divorced and to be honest his dad didnt really watch him that well. He kind of let him do whatever. My parents were a lot more old fashioned.

It wasnt long before phil started talking about sex. I really, really, really did not want to go into this with him. But I was afraid that if I didn't at least talk to him about it I would lose him, and I would be such a loser for that. I was 16. I knew plenty of kids my age who had sex. It wasnt a big deal to a lot of people. But it was to me. I always wanted it to be special. It was kind of a scary subject to me. I knew that you could get pregnant, get diseases, anything could happen. But talking about it wouldnt do any harm, right?

He knew my parents were strict, so he suggested maybe I skip school with him or go to the library and mess around. Even the idea of that made my blood run cold. But I would be like, "haha yeah maybe." I hate myself for being so fucking stupid. I should have just said no and that I wasnt ready.

I finally convinced my parents to let him come over. He could come in my room to watch a movie but we had to leave the door open. We watched the notebook. We made out for most of it. Even with the door open. I couldnt believe the fucking nerve of myself. But I would have done it if it meant keeping him. But I drew the line at anything sexual. I finally told him I wasnt ready and he seemed to accept it.

After he left, my parents sat me down and said that he was nice, but they wanted better for me. They said he was too immature. That he wasnt meant for me. I kind of tried to brush them off but looking back on it I knew in my heart that it was true. But I would have never admitted it to myself.

He came over a couple of weeks later to help my dad do some yard work. By now, we were saying i love you to eachother and talking about how we would get married one day. I know that sounds crazy because we were so young but I just wanted so badly just to have someone, even if I didnt agree with everything he said or did. I had never had a serious boyfriend before and I wasnt about to fuck it up.

Anyways, after the yard work my parents took me and him out to eat at a nice restaurant. He held my hand on the ride there and said to me, you see your mom and dad? I want us to be like them when we grow up. They are the perfect man and wife. And I just smiled. My mom and dad were my role models. I valued and cherished them so much. I knew they wanted whatever would make me happy even if they didnt agree. That meant so much to me. And I knew that phil had a broken home life. And I thought maybe I was helping him in a way by letting him around my family so maybe he could have sort of a family of his own to talk to and that would be there for him.

Phil came over one more time. We ate dinner and watched the dvd, bloody mary. We snuggled on the couch. My mom was in the room over. He kept trying to get me to come closer and fool around with him but I wouldnt do it. I could never do something like that under my parents roof while they were IN the HOUSE!! I told him maybe if we had some time to ourselves sometime. I kept pushing sex and fooling around off. I was not ready at all. Im glad I stood my ground on that. Even though I didnt stand for much else.

Phil started becoming distant a little. He went on hiking trips with his friends on the weekends. He was really outdoorsy and I was more of the bookish type. I still am. He wouldnt hold my hand as much in between classes. The phone calls were few and far between. I became a fucking wreck.

I had no idea what I did wrong. Was it because I wouldnt let him get in my pants? I felt like I was still a kid. I wasnt ready. And besides, he said we would get married. And I thought we would have the rest of our lives for all that kind of stuff...right?

I would try to talk to him about it but he would shut me down. I tried to reason with him. I could fix this. I wanted to. I didnt want to lose my first real boyfriend.

My friends really became my support. They told me that he was using me and I needed to let him go before he hurt me worse. It was Saturday. I decided that on Monday at school I would break up with him. I never got a chance.

Sunday I got a text. It was from Phil. It said that he didnt want to be together anymore. That he tried too long to make it work and it just wasnt going anywhere. Our hobbies were so different. We were in two different worlds. He thought I could be worth his time, but I just wasnt. Thats literally the words he said to me.

I called my friend and bawled. That was the lowest I had ever felt.

The next day at school it was like phil and I never happened. He sat on the other side of the bus. He spent lunch with his friends at a different table. All I did for a week was lay my head down and cry. At lunch. In class. At home.

I was an emotional wreck. He really broke my heart. I had always had problems with my self esteem and he truly confirmed to me that I wasnt shit. I wasnt worth anyones time. That everyone deserved better.

This led to somewhat of an epiphany. I decided I wasnt good enough for anyone. I would stop feeling altogether. I wouldnt let myself get hurt again. I couldnt open up my heart only to have it smashed. I tried so hard to make something work, and then I ended up getting burned in the end.

And he continued with his life. Got a girlfriend right after that. And bragged about their sex life on myspace. I was absolutely devastated. And it showed in my life. My mom became worried about me. I stopped caring about school. I just wanted to come home and cry.

My sadness wasnt necessarily about just losing phil. It was because I came to feel like I could never truly be loved. When youre 17 and someone tells you that you are not worth it, it really fucks with your head. I descended down a downward spiral.

I wrote depressing poetry. I stopped putting on makeup and cute clothes. My mom made an appointment with my doctor. She asked if I cried a lot. I said yes. She asked if I felt hopeless. I said yes. I went home with a brand new prescription to zoloft. Something I had probably always needed. But the event itself triggered that depression and manifested it into a monster.

But, its true what they say when they say that time heals. It doesnt erase the hurt or the memories but it heals. I moved on with my life too. I focused on school again. Hung out with friends. All of it led to a better life. I believe that I couldn't have reached that if it werent for phil.

Phil made me feel low. He tried to convince me to do things I didn't want to do. And then he made me feel like a lesser person because I didn't want to do it. And for a long time I tolerated it. But I'm not that girl anymore. If someone doesnt like me, that is their fault, not mine. I will no longer try to mold myself into what others want me to be. Phil made me stronger, even though he broke my heart into a million little pieces. But I put them back together and i healed. And I thank phil for helping me build that broken path that led me to a brighter future.

[rigginsstreet]

👌🎵

👌 Your most underrated horror film:

i feel like its not even that underrated anymore or maybe its just cuz i follow horror blogs so obviously itd be more popular amongst them but the faculty is absolutely Iconique™ cinema and i feel like it slipped under the radar in the late 90s teen horror revival

🎵 Scariest Soundtrack:

im sure theres better answers out there that just are not coming to me because honestly i dont pay attention to movie soundtracks unless they REALLY leave an impact on me, and i wouldnt even call these scary necessarily but like as SOON as i hear the halloween theme i am immediately put into the spooky spirit. the saw theme has a similar affect too