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persevereforahappyending · 7 months ago

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A Beacon in the Dark |1|

Pairing: Joey x Reader

Summary: Joey likes helping people, it's what she's best at. Hunting down the monsters of myth and legend might be the best way to save people.

Warnings: Slight spoilers from the movie

Word Count: 3.8k+

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“Let’s go!” Ana yelled from the kitchen. “You’re going to be late!”

“Coming!” Caleb called out. Not a second later he came stumbling out of his bedroom, struggling to get the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.

Ana sighed, quickly helping him straighten out his backpack. She handed him his breakfast burrito before ushering him out the door. They quietly walked down the street towards the middle school. She couldn’t afford the nicest apartment, but she was happy to get one within walking distance of Caleb’s school, especially considering she didn’t own a car.

She finally worked up the courage to say something to Caleb when he suddenly took off running. She looked up to see they had arrived at the school. “I’ll pick you up right here at three!” she called out.

“Okay!” Caleb called out, waving a hand back as he focused on meeting up with his friends.

“I-” she began to yell but her shoulders quickly slumped when she saw Caleb smiling and laughing with his friends, not bothering to look back at her. “Love you,” she whispered to herself.

She let out a shaky breath before digging in her pocket and pulling out a little sucker. Things were getting better, well, she wasn’t trying to survive a vampire trying to kill her, she was just trying to be a mom to her son which was a whole other struggle apparently. As soon as she left the mansion, she cleaned off all the blood and went to her son. Frank might have been an asshole, but he wasn’t wrong with what he said to her. She needed to stop making excuses, stop worrying about being a bad mom, she just needed to show up and be a mother to Caleb.

When she showed up on her ex’s doorstep he only scoffed, leaving the door open as he walked away. Ana hesitantly stepped into the apartment, taking a look around, the trash was full of takeout containers and beer bottles. Her ex wasn’t the best by any means, he drank too much and couldn’t usually hold down a job. It was hard for her to admit but he was still a better parent than she was, at least compared to who she was before. He might not have been an active part of Caleb’s life, but he still managed to be responsible enough to make sure Caleb had clothes to wear, food to eat, and that he got to school.

Well, that was putting it kindly, before Ana left Caleb with his father, she asked the nice lady across the hall to make sure Caleb was okay and to call if anything happened. The woman was sweet to everyone, she actually had her shit together, Ana wasn’t sure how many times she ended up so high she’d be late for getting Caleb from school and the woman would walk him home after picking up her own daughter.

The neighbor didn’t hold judgement in her eyes when Ana dropped Caleb off with his father, there was just disappointment. She’s been through a lot in her life but seeing a stranger look at her with disappointment because she couldn’t take care of her own son was the most painful thing in her life.

“Mom?” Caleb had asked. She had been in the apartment less than a minute and was already turning to face her son.

Ana opened and closed her mouth a few times. “Hi,” she finally settled on. “I-I’m back,” she gave him an awkward smile. Caleb didn’t say anything, he just gave her a sad smile and walked back to his room.

It took everything in Ana to not break right there. “I’m here to take him back,” she said, turning to her ex.

“Now you want him,” her ex scoffed. “Whatever, take him,” he gave a dismissive wave of his arm.

As Ana turned to go down the hall to Caleb’s room her ex spoke again, “I want him every other weekend.”

Ana slowly turned around meeting the stupid smirk of her ex. “Fine,” she said through gritted teeth. She didn’t want him to have anything to do with Caleb anymore, but she didn’t have a right to keep him from his son. As much as she wanted to, she knew if she tried to fight him, he could go the legal route and with her past, there was a chance she’d lose Caleb forever. Her ex might have been even more fucked up than her but on paper he came off a lot better.

Caleb didn’t argue when she asked him if he wanted to come live with her. He didn’t seem overly excited about that idea, but it seemed that he definitely didn’t mind leaving his dads. There was a part of Ana that thought Caleb probably thought he didn’t have a choice, that he was always going to be stuck doing whatever his screwed-up parents wanted. Ana was trying though, she wanted to prove to herself, but mostly to her son, that she could provide for him and offer him a good life, even if she was a little late.

She made sure to thank the neighbor that took care of Caleb before they left, offering to repay her. The lady refused to accept any form of payment and told her to ‘not fuck things up this time’ and Ana assured her that she wouldn’t. It also hurt the way Caleb ran up and hugged the woman as Ana took him away. Caleb hadn’t hugged her since before she left the first time, he hadn’t said I love you since then either.

It had been a couple of months since the whole incident with Abigail and since reuniting with her son. She had an apartment, she walked him to and from school every day. It took over a week for Caleb to begin talking to her, to finally ask her for something. It had been a small victory but a victory, nonetheless. Over the weeks they only got more and more comfortable with each other, Caleb seemed sad to go to his fathers every other weekend and would almost lighten up when he got home to Ana’s. He still didn’t fully open up to her, she heard about his classes and sometimes he’d mention his friends, but he didn’t provide her with too many details. She broke his heart and his trust when she left, she didn’t deserve his forgiveness, but she would work tirelessly to get back whatever he’d give.

“Ana Lucia Cruz?” She heard someone ask, snapping her out of her thoughts. She looked around, realizing all the kids had gone inside but she was still outside the school.

She turned around, furrowing her brow when she saw you standing there. She had never seen you before, you didn’t look like you belonged there, your eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses, and you didn’t seem to be dropping a kid off either. “Who are you?” She asked.

“My names Y/N,” you held out your hand to her.

She kept her hands in her pockets, only sparing your outstretched hand a glance. “How do you know me and what do you want?”

You dropped your hand, tilting your head as you wore a small smirk on your face. “I’m here with a job opportunity.” Ana shook her head giving you an eye roll. “My boss thinks you’d fit in perfectly our…” your smirked deepened. “Particular line of work.”

She scoffed at that. “Not interested,” she brushed right past you, refusing to give you another second of her time.

“The pay’s good!” You called out but she could tell you hadn’t followed her.

She only bothered to give you a wave with the back of her hand. She almost flipped you off, but you weren’t being over barring, so she decided not to be rude. She didn’t care how good the money was, she didn’t care if she was struggling, she knew what you were asking, and she didn’t do that kind of work anymore.

“I’ll be at the diner two blocks over later tonight,” you shouted as she continued to walk away. She shook her head; you were persistent and rather arrogant it seemed. “Just in case you change your mind… Joey.”

Ana stopped dead in her tracks, her entire body froze at the simple code name. That had been her code name on the last job. Everyone who knew her by that name was dead, besides Abigail and her father, Lazar. When Ana turned around you were already gone, not a trace of you insight.

Ana quickly walked home, looking over her shoulder the entire time way, though she never caught sight of you again. The only way you could have known she was given the code name Joey during that job was if you were connected in some way. Abigail did say ‘see you around’ so there was a high probability you worked for her. There was also the chance you worked for her father, Lazar hadn’t exactly wanted to let her go, maybe sending you was a way to keep an eye on her. There was also the smallest chance you worked for Lambert, and you knew about the job before and with everyone else dead you were coming to Ana now.

The only thing Ana was sure of was that you weren’t a vampire. You had approached her outside, in the middle of the day, though you wore sunglasses that wasn’t exactly the most uncommon thing in the world. You also approached her right outside her son's school, right after she had dropped him off, meaning you had been watching her before you decided to approach.

When she got back to her apartment, she instantly plopped herself down on the couch, like she always did now after dropping Caleb off. She opened up her laptop, going straight to her email like she has every day since her last job. The first thing her eyes saw was the little blue dots showing all her unread emails, each email started with ‘we’re sorry’ or ‘unfortunately’ a few even had ‘application has been rejected’. She let out a tired sigh as she began going through all the rejection emails.

She was trying to go straight. No hospital wanted to hire her with her military record. Despite her years of exemplary service, it only took one mistake, one huge mistake. She couldn’t even get a job at the pharmacy in Walgreens or even at a coroner's office. Her only options were seeming to be an at home caretaker, which she’d rather not, she wanted more consistent hours to be able to spend more time with Caleb. That left her with a standard minimum wage job, food service, retail, maybe she’d be lucky, and she could get a job at a 911 call center or something, at least she could be helping people there.

After getting through all the emails she went job hunting again. She spent the hours while Caleb was at school like she did every day, scrolling and clicking for job post after job post, applying for everything she qualified for and all the ones she was overqualified for. She knew they’d come back the same as all the others with a big ‘REJECTED’ at the top of each application. She didn’t technically have a criminal record; she had never actually been caught doing any of her various jobs over the years but stealing drugs from the military was a way to be instantly blacklisted from any legitimate establishment. She was hoping if she applied to enough places, if she wasn’t picky, then someone would take a chance on her, and she could prove herself. She didn’t care what it was, she would start at the bottom and work her way up again if that’s what it took to give Caleb a better life and become the mother that he deserved.

A loud beeping made Ana nearly jump off the couch. She looked around until her eyes finally landed on her phone, where her alarm was going off. “Shit,” she mumbled. She quickly turned off the alarm and ran a hand through her hair before making her way out the door again, it was already time to get Caleb.

She got to Caleb’s school a few minutes before they let out. She set an alarm every day so she wouldn’t forget when she got caught up with something. She got there early in case anything ever delayed her, she never wanted Caleb to walk out of school and think she abandoned him, again.

With where she was waiting, she had the perfect view of the glowing sign for the diner at the corner just two blocks away. It was a restaurant that had been around forever, open 24 hours 7 days a week, it was where you said you’d be waiting. A part of her wondered if you were there now, waiting for her to show up. It annoyed Ana like no other that you said you’d be there that night, as if you expected her to change her mind.

“Mom?” Caleb’s voice came, cutting through Ana’s thoughts.

“Sorry,” Ana said, smiling down at Caleb, who managed to offer her a small smile in return. “Ready?” Caleb only nodded.

The rest of the night went on like all the others, Ana walked Caleb home, she made dinner, and sat next to him as he did his homework. She wanted to be available to help with his homework if needed, though he never asked. After Caleb finished his homework, he went off to his room to play video games and talk to his friends while Ana stayed in the living room. She usually took the rest of the night to apply for a few more jobs.

When she opened up her laptop again, she saw she had already heard back from several of the jobs she applied to earlier, all of them rejections. She slammed her laptop closed a little harder than she meant to, burying her head in her hands as she gripped her hair tightly. She had money stashed away from previous jobs, she opted to save most and get a cheaper apartment, that way she could have it for an emergency or preferably for Caleb to go to college if he wanted, even if that was still around six years away. She picked up the occasional job from her previous line of work, small stuff, such as removing a bullet or stitching up a knife wound. She was trying to go straight, she only accepted simple jobs to continue getting by, but once she found something legit, she would get out of the life fully.

Ana shot up from the couch, quickly walking down the hall to Caleb’s room. She cracked open the door, peeking her head in to see Caleb sprawled out on his bed, half hanging off but completely passed out. She closed the door as quietly as she could, then made her way back to the kitchen. She slid open one of the drawers, reaching in and feeling around the top until she felt the cool metal of her gun. She pulled it out and looked it over before grabbing a clip; after making sure it was full she inserted into the gun and slipped it into her waistband, making sure to hide it with her shirt.

She scribbled a quick note, sticking it on the counter in case Caleb happened to wake up before she got back. She didn’t bother lying, writing that she was simply going to the diner a couple blocks from his school. It was probably a bad idea, she was trying to get out of her previous life, and if you were connected to Abigail or her father in any way, you’d surely be dragging her right back in. It didn’t seem she had any other option though, she needed to at least hear you out and if things went sideways at least she could shoot you.

After a quick walk, Ana pushed open the door of the diner, the little bell at top jingling as she did so. “Welcome in,” one of the girls behind the counter greeted, not looking up as she wrote something on her notepad. “Sit wherever you’d like.”

Ana did a quick scan of the diner; it seemed the only staff was the woman at the counter and the man in the back cooking. The diner wasn’t busy, just a guy at the counter, who seemed to be a trucker based on his hat and the way he was downing a cup of coffee and a few more people scattered, all seeming to be minding their own business, all exhausted from the long day of work. Then there was you, sitting in the far corner of the diner, in a booth, giving you a complete visual of the place and the front door, still wearing your sunglasses.

Ana put on her work face before making her way over to you. The only move you made was to bring the cup of coffee in your hand to your lips. Ana dropped into the booth, sitting across from you. She kept her face neutral as you continued to not say a word, enjoying the long sip of your coffee. “You came,” you said, setting your cup down.

Ana tilted her head, not missing the slight smirk on your face. “I’m leaving,” she said, she could feel the arrogance radiating off you and she wasn’t dealing with that again.

Ana was halfway out of the booth when you spoke again, “Aren’t you curious how I know about you, Joey?”

Ana froze, half in the booth, half out of it, you said that name again. She clenched her jaw before slipping back into her seat. “Who sent you?” she demanded.

“My boss,” you said as if it was obvious. “I told you; they want to offer you a job.”

“Who’s your boss, Lazar?” You only scoffed at that. “Abigail?” Your smirk got bigger. “Lambert?” She raised an eyebrow; she was running out of people who you might work for. You only rolled your eyes at his name. “Then who?”

“Can’t say yet, they prefer their digression, I’m sure you understand.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” she rolled her eyes. “I’m done with that life, I’m going straight.”

“How’s that working out for you?” You leaned forward, resting your arms on the table.

Ana only glared at you, she should just walk out of the diner, she didn’t need whatever mess you’d surely bring into her life. “The job I want you for is not what you think,” you said, ending her debate about leaving.

“It’s not something illegal?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. There was no way you knew anything about what happened on her last job without you being involved in similar activities.

You bobbed your head back and forth. “We’re not exactly above board.”

She knew it. Ana nodded and then moved to stand again, she just needed to get out of there as quick as possible. “Wait,” you said, reaching across the table. Your fingers only grazed her arm before she was back in the booth, this time pointing her gun at you from under the table.

“Easy,” you said, slowly taking your hand off her. She knew you had heard the click of the gun. “Let’s not cause a scene.”

“Then let me leave,” Ana said.

“Just hear me out,” you slipped off your sunglasses, raising your hands in surrender.

Ana studied you for a moment, you were calm, much calmer than someone should be, considering she had a gun pointed at you. “You have two minutes.”

“There is another world within our own,” you lost your smirk and had gotten serious. “One full of monsters, which you’ve seen firsthand.” Ana shifted in her seat; her eyes remained unblinking as she watched you. “You survived; you have the skills my boss is looking for to help others.”

“Others?”

You shifted in your seat to lean across the table. Ana’s entire body tensed for a moment, but she leaned closer when you gestured for her to. “There’s a lot more out there than just vampires,” you whispered into her ear.

Ana’s eyes went wide as she moved away from you, leaning back against the seat. “How do you know about that?”

“My boss does their research, this is what they do, they search and scour, listening for unusual reports,” you glanced around as you talked quiet enough for no one to overhear. “Looking for people that get caught up in something they never should have.”

“And you, what, save them?” Ana let out a little scoff. The idea of someone going around and fighting creatures of the supernatural world seemed rather ridiculous.

“We try to, sometimes we’re to late.” Your eyes dropped to the table. “The overall goal is to stop these monsters from continuing to hurt people.”

“So, why me?” Ana gestured with her hand that wasn’t holding the gun, slumping back in the booth.

“Because you survived,” you looked up, emphasizing the last word. “The only ones who understand what we’re up against is the ones who have already survived it.”

“Your boss has been through this?” Ana’s eyes widened.

“Not vampires but she’s certainly been through something similar.”

“And you?”

For the first time since Ana walked into the diner, she saw your entire body tense up. It was only for a second before you leaned back, trying to make yourself look more relaxed. “We all have a history,” is all you said.

“So, what do you want me for?” Ana relaxed her hand that had the gun, she was considering no longer shooting you.

“To offer you a job,” you said again. “It’s not conventional, there might be some slight law breaking,” you gave a little shrug. “But we’ll be doing good, stopping very bad people from hurting innocents. Look, just meet with my boss, she can explain it better.”

Ana tapped her fingers on the table as she took in everything you said. She wasn’t getting a normal job, despite what she would like. What you were offering sounded to good to be true, but she did witness the world you were talking about herself, she knew vampires were out there now. If you were telling the truth, then joining you would allow her to truly help people.

“When would this meeting be?” she asked. Your eyes instantly lit up, leaning forward excitedly as you opened your mouth to answer. “I’m not committing to anything yet,” she held up a finger, giving you a pointed look.

“Of course,” you said. “Tomorrow? I can take you to her after you drop your son off at school, you’ll be back before he gets out.”

Ana let out a long sigh, she still didn’t like the fact that you knew where her son went to school. “Okay.” There was no harm in a meeting after all and if things went sideways, she could still always shoot you.

#joey (abigail)#ana lucia cruz #joey (abigail) x reader #ana lucia cruz x reader #abigail 2024 #abigail movie #abigail #ana lucia cruz (joey)#melissa barrera #a beacon in the dark

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when-i-wake-if · 7 months ago

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It has been 18 years since humanity was brought to the truth that monsters, creatures and deities they were all too sure were myths are in fact real well most of them anyway with these new realizations comes new mysteries, problems and hope

but dawn (MC 1) never paid too much attention to it but after the death of their father they have been sent reeling the perfect life they had crumbling slowly, forcing them into positions they never would have dreamed of. Their life colliding and slowly meshing into the unknown creature's deeper darker world.

Across the city in a dingy alley badly hurt dusk (MC 2) awakes to no memories other than their name and something they were told that stung like a dagger in their heart for some reason. As Dusk tries to make sense of what is happening, they somehow fall into a rabbit hole of crime, mysteries and dark truths all because they are trying to find out who they are and how they ended up in that alley.

~Customize your MCs looks, gender identity, clothing style and name

~ Choose your legal job! (Dawn starts the game with a certain job but that job doesn't stay long)

~ Make deals that will change the course of your life

~Customize your room and apartment aesthetic style

~As Dawn manage the relationship with your mother, your ex your, past relationship and current feelings about your dead dad. As Dusk unravels your past, try to figure out what happened to you or set it all aside and attempt to make a new life for yourself

~Romance 4 different characters for both MCs and hey if you want to romance a god as one or both MCs!

Dawns ROs

Xeno || Xe/Xem || 21 || Human

"Hellooo how is my favourite co-worker! I brought you your favourite drink, I'm amazing! I know~"

Description ~ Short coily dark brown hair, lean build with a Bronze complexion, dark green eyes, Nubian nose, Xyr height is 5’11, Xe has a full tattoo sleeve on Xes right arm and a tattoo on the side of Xyr neck when outside of work Xeno tends to wear ripped black jeans, no sleeve neck length shirt, runners and a bunch of rings, necklaces and one stud earring.

Selena || She/Her || ?? || Ghost

"Please! Don't be scared I mean you no harm le-let me explain"

Description ~ Shoulder-length ginger hair that is curled at the tips, She has a chubby build and pale skin, greyish blue eyes, a button nose, height if she could stand on the floor would be 5’3, freckles kiss her face and shoulders, she forever dressed in a light blue tea length swing dress and stockings with a pair of black flats, adorned in pearl earrings and necklace, to most she appears slightly translucent

Brier || He/Him or She/Her || Gender selectable|| 228 || Vampire

"Oh, sweetheart, are you okay? Please don't cry. How about a rose? Will that give you back your pretty little smile?"

Description ~ Chin length afro-textured dark brown hair, Slim build and ebony complexion, Dark red eyes, button nose, height 5’7, outside of work they typically wear wide cuff pants, cropped blouse with a sweetheart collar, 4-inch heels or black dress shoes, round glasses, realistic heart shaped earrings, ruby necklace, silver rings

Míng || They/He || 30 || Dragon

"Well, maybe if you watched or read the news more you would know how shitty it is for people who aren't human like you."

Description ~ bleached white shoulder-length hair, lean build light brown complexion, black sclera and piercing yellow iris, flat nose height being 5'7, scales litter their body colours mainly being yellow and orange with some red ones sprinkled in, typically wears graphic tees , with a worn-out black bomber jacket, cargo pants and platform boots

Both MCs

Is || she/her, he/him or they/them || Gender selectable || ??? || Minor God of death {and dreams}

"Is it truly a lie or is it just not the truth you want to hear? Darling, you have so much to learn"

Description~ Long straight black hair that reaches past their ass typically in some kind of intricate hairstyle with silver jewellery woven in, curvy build with a tanned complexion, pale white eyes, roman nose, height 8,5 when not forced to dress modestly they are always wearing a short dress with a marabou robe or a satin robe and six-inch heels, adorned in many silver bracelets, necklaces, rings and flower earrings and they have belly button piercing

Dusks ROs

Sire || He/Him || 26 || Kelpie

"you should watch where you are going around here, kid. Someone will end up killing you if you are not careful"

Description ~ Shoulder length wavy dark green hair so dark it almost appears black Sire's hair always seems to look wet/damp, he has a dad bod and Ivory complexion, black eyes, Greek nose, His height is on the slightly shorter side standing at 5’4, usually wearing black leather pants, dress shoes and a button-up shirt that never fully buttoned up

Loralie || They/Them || 24 || Siren

"you are so adorable. I could eat you up~ how about I buy you a drink gorgeous"

Description ~ Mid back length black goddess braids, Athletic Swimmer build and Dark brown complexion with dark blueish grey scales scattered about, piercing grey eyes, Flat nose, height 6’2, a large scar down the middle of their chest, gills most noticeable upon their neck, outside of work they typically wear cargo pants, muscle shirt, converse shoes, a gold locket, dangle earrings, spectrum piercing

Joshua || He/They || 20 || Werewolf

"Plan?? I never said I had a plan did I? ...oh well I didn't but don't worry I can get us out of this"

Description ~ Short messy dirty blonde hair, muscular build and tan complexion, amber eyes, Greek nose though it has obviously been broken in the past, scar along the right of their jaw, freckles speckled over his face, height 6’0, typically wears work boots, jeans and a muscle shirt with a flannel jacket

Z || She/He/They || ?? || Undead

"pay me back? How about you? Let me eat you and I'll take that as your repayment. I'm quite hungry and you're starting to irritate me"

Description ~ Messy straight chin length black hair with strands of grey hairs throughout, skinny build and pale olive and appears slightly greeny yellowish, black eyes, hawk nose, the height of 5'6 the left corner of her mouth is carved away, revealing most of their teeth and flesh and their left hands pinky and ring finger are just bone the surrounding area seems to have a hideous burn scar though he typically covers it up by wearing white gloves, black turtleneck, beige torn pants and two different pairs of dirty runners

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How do you climb up from rock bottom? What are you willing to do? To sacrifice. To find out the truth, what will you do when you get those truths? What if they aren't what you expected or wanted? Will you help others or push the world aside? how far is too far to achieve your goals?

Demo: TBA || My other IF || Character Portraits: coming soon

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krypticcafe · 2 years ago

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Happy Super Late Valentines </3

rating: PG-13/teen

pairing: harry warden/the miner x gn!reader

warning(s): reader had a boyfriend, brief mention of cheating, small mentions of blood, violence, and gore, and harry being scary, for j u s t a bit.

synopsis: you had a shitty valentines day, and harry comes to pick up the leftovers.

a/n: okay, I haven't written fanfic in years, so please excuse me if this comes off as an uber corny dumpster fire. I'm just trying to have fun :'))))

So what if it's Valentine's Day?

So what if you wanted to spend a peaceful time with your boyfriend at home with some baked cookies?

So what if you accidentally burnt those cookies?

So what if you were so paranoid that it felt like someone was watching you the entire time?

So what if your boyfriend pushed asked you to go with him and his friends in some spooky abandoned mineshaft?

So what if you were surrounded by couples making out in a cramped, dark, and cold nooks and crannies and one of them happened to be your best friend and your now ex-boyfriend?

So what if you lashed out, dumped him, stormed out of the cave only to get more lost due to the heat of your anger?

It's fine. It's whatever. Could be worse.

Or at least that's what you told yourself to cope with the shredding of your heart and the burning tears.

Oooooh, but that bastard! The audacity to cheat on you, with her of all people! And he was such an idiot to do so after inviting you to come! Did he not think for a fraction of a second that he'd get caught? Or did all the blood in his brain just go to his dic-

God, what were you thinking, coming here with those guys, giving him the time of day?

Looking back on things, you realized you dodged not a bullet, but a whole missile. But did it reslly have to be on Valentines Day of all days? The world really is just that cruel.

And it was about to get even more cruel.

Screams, maybe half a dozen of them, echoed and bounced off the walls of the cave, finding their way to you. At first, you assumed the group was messing with each other. Either way, you could care less.

Then they started growing more frequent and louder, and you scowled.

'In here after that fiasco? Really? Christ, I'm never going out with any of them ever aga-'

Then you heard a blood-curdling scream. Suddenly, you started to prefer the possibility of what you originally thought they were doing.

Your head whipped to the tunnel left of you as you heard a scream far too familiar, and your body began to curl in on itself as you sat in a ball in the corner.

Footsteps began beating from the same corridor where the scream originated.

Anticipating the worst, you wiped the blur from your eyes, took a deep breath, and braced your hand over a nearby stone that you deemed good enough to buy you some time.

The footsteps grew louder, but remained at a painstakingly steady pace, as if to tease your demise. There was a loud thunk! before the screech of metal scraping rock pierced your ears. You were half expecting to see the grim reaper at this point.

Instead, you were greeted with someone else who might as well be the same person. They were tall, broad, and clad in nothing but a full set of miner's gear. Not a single speck of skin peeked past any part of their clothing, and their mask even managed to hide their eyes behind the dark lens. With what little brightness there was provided by the dim cave lights, you just barely noticed the glistening of the blood on their uniform and the way it dripped down the tip of their pickaxe.

You recognized him as the man from the town's local urban legend. It always seemed cheesy and way too cliche to you but here you were, face to face with the man, the myth himself. Would he make you another one of his victims tonight? Would your death become just another story told at the campfire? The thought made your stomach turn.

The two of you stayed in silence, your hand still gripping the stone while you stared at the miner, searching for any movement that suggesting that you'd be the next one to eat metal. But all you could see was the way his chest heaved, rising and falling from what you understood as the cause of all those screams from earlier.

Drip.

Clank!

To your surprise, he set down his pickaxe and approached you, kneeling down to your curled form. His head tilted slightly, as if to get a better look at you. A part of you wished you could see his eyes, wondered where he stared, why he stared. As embarrassing as it is to admit, you froze like a deer in headlights, squeezing your eyes shut when he lifted a hand and-

... wiped a tear on your cheek.

You didn't even remember the stone until he pried it from your hand and interlaced your fingers with his, pulling you up with him and into his embrace as he lightly petted your head.

Was he... comforting you?

It would've worked well if uh, he didn't reek of blood and dust.

Staying still as if your life depended on it (it probably did), you let him do as he pleased.

He pulled away from you but kept a gentle grip on your hand, nodding his head in the direction of the tunnels. You couldn't be bothered to question anything anymore, shock was the only thing that kept the fatigue from catching up.

He led you down countless tunnels and caverns, passing by bodies mangled beyond recognition, except for one. You were pretty sure that one was the cretin.

The entire time, the hold his hand had on yours was nothing short of soft and comforting, it almost warmed your heart. Almost.

Eventually, you found where he was taking you, back to the entrance of the mineshaft. He let go of your hand and urged you to the opening. Hesitantly stepping forward, you paused and looked back. He still stood there, though less menacing than he was before despite all the blood and dirt caked on him.

"I- uh... thank you."

Your voice was shaky from processing the events of the past few hours and you had no requirement to thank him, but you felt like you'd regret it if you didn't. The sentiment came across, and he nodded, reaching up again to trace a thumb on your cheek before giving it an affectionate pinch. You watched as he turned and left back into the abyss of the mines, disappearing into the cavern.

It was still dark outside, but you knew the way back from here. You were no longer shaking, nor seething, and the walk back home was oddly peaceful for it being so late in the night.

So what if you might want to see him again?

Bonus

The next morning, you woke up with your eyes feeling raw and your feet sore, but work calls and you had to get up nonetheless.

Nursing a cup of coffee, you checked your door for any mail, instead finding a bright red, heart-shaped box at your doorstep. Fortunately, it didn't contain any beating human heart as the urban legends told, but interestingly enough, a single wild rose and a card.

"Happy Valentines, won't you be mine? - Harry"

#x reader #harry warden #harry warden x reader #my bloody valentine #harry warden x you #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slashers

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melodyartist-blog · 3 months ago

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Just a little rant, because I needed to get this out of my system somehow.

You can't understand how many times I've wanted to throw this book out of the window since the Trojan war started (but I still love it for reason 😭) The beginning and in-depth into the archaic myths being narrated as events was so cool, even if the author gave it his own spin.

But I wanted to discuss this passage in particular and what came after.

How can you describe all this and in the next few chapters have Odysseus meeting Helen after so many years give us 0 explanation on how she is doing, what is she going around in the middle of the night without supervision (while Cassandra being hated by her family, not being the object of any kind of desire at least right now, is guarded by 20+ soldiers) how the hell did she recognise this mf even tho he was covered in blood head to toe, wearing someone's else clothes and seeing him after like 8-9 years all disheveled?! So many questions and then we are having them kiss too?????

Like:HELLO?! Miss get your shit together you have an "ex"-husband(Menelaus) and a current one(Paris) why are you kissing your cousin's man??? Is everything ok sweetie?" 😭😭😭 (I'm starting to realize that I kind of hate this representation of Helen she acts like a brat most of the time)

Apparently not, because she didn't forget about her childhood crush for him even after like what? 20+ years, sure valid ( it was never gonna end well )

But Odysseus??? Man... Athena was kind of right in leaving you after all, you are everything but a warrior of the mind, you are a bundle of emotions and distress, your trauma are held by a string thinner than my patient

Not only you let her do it without saying anything because why not? (I get Calypso and Circe,they have fricking super powers you can't do shit against that...but HELEN????)

But worse of all when you get back from your little expedition (after Rolling off the walls eh eh eh) you decide to say NOTHING to his husband and your friend, that told you his deepest and darkest fear because he trusted you, what a great move.

And I don't mean Odysseus telling Menelaus that his wife kissed him and then left, but at least let him know that she is still alive and well😭😭😭

Well... Rant ended the next post will probably be a doodle about the passage right up because I need to forget the meeting between the dumbass😤

#greek mythology #odysseus #the odyssey #rant #what is happening #the iliad #helen of troy #helen of sparta #menelaus

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vanillashay · 1 month ago

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Devotional Acts I do for Lady Freyja

( someone who worshipped her since February 2024 )

- I try to do my makeup often, but especially on Fridays for her.

- wearing clothes that I feel pretty and comfortable in.

- wearing necklaces.

- lighting her candle when I'm doing other tasks.

- collecting small things for her. ( Ex. Jewelry, seashells, perfumes)

- reading her myths with her candle lit.

- spraying the glitter perfume I've dedicated to her from her altar.

- making jewelry (I made a bracelet for her recently)

- researching her brother and his myths.

- doing self care/skin care

- wearing jewelry and doing my hair. (Often simple braids)

#freyja devotee #freyja deity #lady freyja #freyja #norse paganism #norse gods #norse mythology #nordic

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stalkerofthegods · 16 days ago

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Asclepius deep dive

Herbs •milkweed (tuberosa or "Pleurisy root".), bay leaves, and any herbs used in the medical field.

Animals• snakes (most importantly the Aesculapian snake), dogs, goats, crow/ravens (depending on the myth),

constellation• Ophiochus

Colors • yellow, white (association with Apollo), red, pink, and orange for healing

Crystal• quartz, rhodonite, amethyst, fluorite, selenite, citrine

Symbols• his staff of a rod with a snake on it.

can wear in their honor• a medical badge, scrubs, a necklace, or a ring with their symbol on it

Diety of• medicine, healing, health

Patron of• doctors, nurses, medicinal practices, sterilizing objects (ex-cleaning dishes with hot water, cleaning surgical equipment), cleaning, and sickness, wells (believed to have healing properties).

Offerings• snake skin (especially from the Aesculapian snake), pills, disregarded pills, health objects (inhaler, a prescribed messager), PRESCRIBED or LEGAL weed (((often used to calm the mind/soul))), animal phallus/and or roosters ((I couldn’t tell which)) (...cocks were sacrificed to Asclepius if they survived their illness), goat meat (goats were sacrificed to Asclepius if they survived their illness), your pill bottles, he loves statues, he loves clay/bronze humanoid figurines, he loves anything hand made, vitamins, meat, milk, honey, wine, candle, stuffed animal snake, Anti-inflammatory soup

Devotional• washing hands, washing clothes/sheets, taking your pills, voluntary work for the sick, helping dementia paitents, helping old people, helping disabled people, taking medical classes (nurse/doctor college, etc), taking CPR classes, teaching others about CPR, donating to nurses/doctors, helping teach about mental health, helping others seek help, get a therapist license, put up mental health posters, help mental health groups, help donate to the homeless/unfortunate, take care of snakes, help animals get care, help donate to those who need medical help, learn about the Aesculapian snake, take care of an Aesculapian snake, take care of snakes, learn about snakes and their habitats, learn about his research, learn about his children and wife (Epione and their children Hygeia, Iaso, Aceso, Aglaea, Panacea, Machaon, Podalirius, Telesphoros, Aratus), worship his children and his wife, take care of dogs, volunteer at a dog shelter, help people adopt dogs, help fundraisers for dogs, help homeless dogs, help people learn about the proper care of dogs, suport vets, help vets, learn the veternaran pratice, helping those in the mental insututions, helping those learn how to safely self-harm, donate to programs who try to stop self-harm, donate to the self help/sucide hotlines, work at sucide hotlines and programs, do self-help yoga and self-help animal yoga (goat, dog, cat yoga), learn how to resserect people (cpr, mouth to mouth, electrocution), help people gain acess to food and water, taking ur medicane, learning medicane, learning medicinal herbs, learn about toxicology, learn about posions, learn about cures, learn about how to treat posions, taking vitamins, giving ur animals their mediciane, drink herbal teas, use heating pads for cramps, go and get regular doctor visits, exercise, take breaks from screens, eat three meals a day, maintain a good sleep schedule, engage in relaxing activity’s, practice coping skills, spend time with loved ones and animals, take a shower especially with herbal steamers, learn anatomy, grow your own herbs/produce, play surgery games/board games.

Ephithets• Aesculapius/Esculapius/Asclepius- Aesculapius is the Roman name for Asklipiós, Aglaópis/aglaopes/Ἀγλαόπης/ΑΓΛΑΟΠΗΣ- Aglaópais is an epithet of Asklipiós in Lakohnía, Aglaopes - See Aglaópis. Agnítas/αγνίτας/ΑΓΝΙΤΑΣ- Agnítas is an epithet of Asklipiós from a wooden statue of the God in Sparta, Archagetas - See Arkhayǽtas, Arkhayǽtas/archagetas/ἀρχαγέτας/ΑΡΧΑΓΕΤΑΣ- founder which is an epithet of Asklipiós from Phohkís, Asclepius - See Asklipiós, Asklipiós/Asclepius/Ἀσκληπιός/ΑΣΚΛΗΠΙΟΣ- Asklipiós is the principal name of the God, the great physician and son of Apóllohn, Asclepius - See Asklipiós, Aulonius - See Avlohníos, Avlohníos/Aulonius/Αὐλωνίος/ΑΥΛΩΝΙΟΣ- Avlohníos is an epithet of Asklipiós from the valley of Avlón where stood a temple to the God, Caüsios - See Kaousíos, Coronides - See Koronídis, Cotylaeus - See Kotylǽohs, Demenetes - See Dimainǽtos, Dimainǽtos/Demenetes/Δημαινέτος/ΔΗΜΑΙΝΕΤΟΣ- Dimainǽtos is a name of Asklipiós, after Dimainǽtis who founded a temple to the God near the river Alpheiós, Êpios - See Ípios, Esculapius - Esculapius is the Roman name for Asklipiós, Esplace - Esplace is the Etruscan name for Asklipiós, Gortýnios/Gortynius/Γορτύνιος/ΓΟΡΤΥΝΙΟΣ- Gortýnios is a name of Asklipiós used at a temple dedicated to him at Titáni in Sikyóhnia, Gortynius - See Gortýnios, Hagnitas - See Agnítas, Iatrós/jatros/ἰατρὸς/ΙΑΤΡΟΣ- meaning one who heals, physician or surgeon, Ípios/epios/ἴπιος/ΗΠΙΟΣ- gentle, kind, Kaousíos/Caüsios/Καουσίος/ΚΑΟΥΣΙΟΣ- Asklipiós was called Kaousíos after the village Kaous, Koronídis/Coronides/Κορωνίδης/ΚΟΡΩΝΙΔΗΣ- an epithet of Asklipiós after his mother Korohnís, Kotylǽohs/cotylaeus/κοτυλέως/ΚΟΤΥΛΕΩΣ/κοτυλεύς.- Kotylǽohs (of the hip-joint) (The temple was built by Iraklís in gratitude for being healed of a wound in the hip-joint, damaged in a contest with Ippokóöhn and his sons.), Kýros/cyrus/κῦρος, ΚΥΡΟΣ- meaning the supreme authority, Paián/Παιάν/ΠΑΙΑΝ - Paean or Paeon, the physician of the Gods, Paidós/paidos/παιδός/ΠΑΙΔΟΣ- Paidós meaning Boy, Philólaos/philolaus/φιλόλαος/ΦΙΛΟΛΑΟΣ - loving the people, Philolaus - See Philólaos, Phoebigena/Lat- Phoebigena is an epithet of Asklipiós meaning son Apollo also meaning "shining" + "γέννα " "birth," which means "born of Apóllohn.", Pyrphóros/πυρφόρος/ΠΥΡΦΟΡΟΣ- fire-bearing, especially of lightning, Salutifer Puer/Lat- meaning health-bearing boy, Sohtír/soter/σωτήρ/ΣΩΤΗΡ- savior (after a safe voyage offered sacrifice to Ζeus, the third cup of wine was dedicated to drinking beacuse this cup became a symbol of good luck, and the third time came to mean the lucky time; and Zeus was himself called τρίτος σ (epith. of other Gods, as of Apollo; of Hermes; of Asclepios; of the Dioscuri), Triccaeus - See Trikkaios, Trikkaios/Triccaeus/Τρικκαίος/ΤΡΙΚΚΑΙΟΣ- a name he was called in a temple in Mæssinía

Equivalents• Etruscan- Vejovis, Roman- Aesculapius, Egyptian- Imhotep, Phoenician- Eshmun

Signs of them reaching out• seeing his symbol, seeing non-venomous snakes, having a sudden interest in medical care.

Vows/omans• marriage vows to his wife, to keep the secrets of medicine secret (all his priestesses took this vow as well)

Morals• Morally good and kind

Courting• Epione

Past lovers• Aristodama

Personality• Asclepius is said in mythos (illiad, etc) to be a kind god and gentle (seen in epithets), he seems to be more gentle to man-kind due to originally being human himself and then turned into a god.

Home• mount Olympus

Mortal or immortal • immortal (was originally a hero and when was killed by a lightning bolt, he was worshiped as a changed god or as a constellation)

Fact• He was originally called Hepius but received his popular name of Asclepius after he cured Ascles (ruler of Epidaurus who suffered a terminal infection in his eyes.), Asclepius is often regarded as Paean the other healing god.

Curses• dying under a physician’s care, taking a long time to heal, being very unhealthy.

Blessings• healing fast, being healthy.

Roots• Tricca (modern Trikala city in Thessaly Greece).

Friends• Artemis, Apollo, Ares.

Parentage• Apollo and Coronis

Siblings• reference to Apollos children here as half-siblings

Pet• the Aesculapian snake

Children• Hygieia (Goddess of health, cleanliness, and hygiene), Panacea (Universal remedy), Aceso (The healing process), Iaso (Recuperation from illness), Aegle (Radiant good health), Machaon (Famous physician), Podalirius (Famous physician)

Appearance in astral or gen• A broad man with curly hair and a full beard with a cloak covering one breast and waist down wearing sandals with a rod of one snake.

Festivals •Asklepia, Epidauria

Status• A hero changed into a god when he was hit by a lightning strike by Zeus but it was also said he was changed into a constellation by Zeus from Apollo begging his father to change his son into the constellation called "Ophiochus"

What angers them• insulting them and their family, being disrespectful, insulting doctors and medical professionals, hitting dogs, being unhygienic on purpose

Music they like• I couldn’t find any devotional playlists but he would probably like those waiting room songs in the doctors office.

Remind me of• Apollo, cough medicine, being hurt, yellow, the sun, snake plushies from the zoo, white bedding, blue

Scents/Inscene • mrryth, franksense

Prayers•

1. Healing- (Raise bread and wine/water) O Asklepios, son of noble Apollo,

hear our prayer, father of surgeons.

Released from a mortal womb by your noble father and imbued with the great healing knowledge of Kheiron, your skill in medicine across broad Earth and in the heavens is without equal, Glowing one. Ophiokhos, Serpent-Holder, healer of the gods,

Grace us with your gifts and send dreams

that restore and guide us and reveal the

mysteries of life and well-being. With your kind-hearted daughter Hygieia, heal those who are sick among us, our children, parents, spouses and partners and all those whom we hold dear [and especially the mortal known as __________]. Grant them a quick and uneventful recovery. Soothe their bodies and calm their spirits that they may enjoy a long and full life and return to honoring the gods. And we shall honor you with bloodless offerings and sing your praises at all our feasts. - Original prayer by Melissa Gold, inspired by Chris Aldridge

2. Healing- Kind Asklepios, son of far-shooting Apollo,

first of physicians, swiftest of healers, trusted

mender of broken men and women, through you do the lame walk, the sick renew their good health; through you are wounds healed, bones knit, and illness burnt away; by your goodness and might do we regain joy in our lives. Asklepios, friend of mankind, I pray to you, I seek your favor. May I be healed of this affliction, may I recover through and through, may vigor and vitality return to me. Asklepios, compassionate one, learned one, resourceful one, I ask your blessing. - https://greekpagan.com/2011/02/20/prayer-to-asklepios-for-healing/

2. Before surgery- Bright Asklepios, father of physicians, provider of health and healing to men, giver of wisdom and craft to those

who attend the ill and the injured:

Asklepios, as I entrust my life and my well-being to those who do your will, make steady the hands of the surgeon, make keen her eye and her wit, grant to her all knowledge and skill required for your work. Asklepios, friend of mankind, grant to me the strength and resilience to recover from all wounds and return to full good health. - https://greekpagan.com/category/prayers-2/asclepius/

Links/websites/sources •https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asclepius, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paean_(god), https://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Asklepios.html, https://www.worldhistory.org/Asclepius/ https://www.hellenicgods.org/asclepius-the-epithets

https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/24370674/ https://www.tumblr.com/khaire-traveler https://www.tumblr.com/themodernwitchsguide, https://www.hellenion.org/festivals/asklepia/ https://www.hellenion.org/festivals/epidauria/https://www.hellenion.org/rituals-and-practices/prayer-to-asklepios-for-the-sick/ https://greekpagan.com/2011/02/20/prayer-to-asklepios-for-healing/ https://greekpagan.com/category/prayers-2/asclepius/

#hellenic polytheism #hellenic devotion #the gods #hellenic worship #greek gods #greek mythology #doing the research for you #ancient greek #greek pantheon #hellenic #asclepius #apollo

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erose-this-name · 6 months ago

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Paganism held a lot more social roles than monotheism ever can.

The priesthoods of each God's cults often acted as like-minded communities for certain Queer/neurodivergent people.

Transfem? Joining the all eunuch priesthood of Cybele was a great excuse to rid yourself of testosterone and wear makeup and woman's clothing.

Gay? No one cares, that's not a sin in most pagan religions, it's not even taboo. But, you'll never beat Apollo's record of tragic ex-boyfriends or be more of a twink than Dionysus. No one can out-gay the gods! Pagan myth has a lot of good roll models actually, did you know that myth-accurate Loki is a gender fluid shape shifter and has gotten pregnant multiple times??? He's not really "evil", either, just a lovable scamp who accidentally and causes Ragnarok in a horrible prank gone wrong

Lesbian / asexual? Become a Vestel virgin, now it's literally illegal for men to have sex with you! (Sadly not as easy to be openly lesbian back then as gay, but Sappho pulled it off)

Butch? Join the cult of Artemis, it has the same perk as previous except you can also go hunting and "act the bear" and shit. (I'd imagine these convents of "virgin" women probably had a lot of secret yuri going on)

Intersex? Um, you are literally the physical embodiment of Hermaphroditus and are sacred and also probably magic.

Schizophrenic? Those aren't 'hallucinations', you've been blessed by Apollo with the ability to see the future and talk to dead people! People will pay you to tell them whatever and they'll just believe it and get closure!

Autistic? Hyperfixate on mythology and/or history, being a walking encyclopedia is actually extremely useful for being a storyteller / oral historian.

Don't like civilization? Join the cult of Pan, god of wildness and nature, all his shrines are out in the middle of the woods somewhere.

Just wanna fuckin' get really drunk and high? The cult of Dionysus throws the best parties, talk to them.

You don't need to justify any of these alternative lifestyles to allo cis hetero neurotypicals if you can just threaten divine retribution if they try to fuck with you. (Granted, the fact you have to give up any other career options still sucks, but it's something. It still helps to normalize it.)

In a lot of cases, this benefited everyone because all these different cults were uniquely able to fulfill different social roles because they didn't have to suppress their diversity.

Nearly all of these kinds of communities and social roles are gone under Abrahamic faiths. Now neurodivergence and transness are fuckin' "demonic possessions". Being gay is sin. I guess if you want an excuse to not have sex you can still be a monk or a nun??

#history #spilled thoughts #lgbtq #gay #trans #lesbian #autism #lgbt #transgender #anthropology #intersex

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cavaleirosdebronze · 20 days ago

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Cloth Myth Ex de Odisseus de Ofiúco será lançado em junho de 2025.

https://santosdebronze.blogspot.com/2024/11/cloth-myth-ex-odisses-de-ofiuco.html

#cdz #saint seiya #os cavaleiros do zodiaco #knights of the zodiac #Odisseus de Ofiúco #Cloth Myth Ex

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spectordameron · 12 days ago

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sorry you had to see that poll nym 😭 people are so weird about the sequels still

Ten years (nearly) after they started and five after they ended, and people are less normal about them still than I, resident "very not normal about the sequels" nerd.

A lot of the reasonings I saw for "why it hates women", too, just have me even more bewildered and frustrated. I feel like so much of this fandom's misogyny has completely clouded its perception of what the films actually were. And that's not to say the sequels are entirely flawless, though I feel this is an obvious statement that needn't be stated because no piece of media is without flaw, but this is the piss on the poor website, but I feel like a lot of the fandom's sexism just winds up skewering what the sequels really are- and it's a three movie narrative centered around Leia and Rey.

Oh yeah, bells and whistles of the tragedies of Han and Luke and Ben, but ultimately it comes down to Leia and Rey; it's a story of finding Leia's brother to bring him back to her. It's a story of trying (and failing, but trying again) to bring her son back to her. It's about people fighting in Leia's name. The Last Jedi novelization has D'Acy speaking her name with reverence, and Leia striding through the hanger is enough to immediately cease the division that rose up between the Resistance and Holdo's crew. It is in Leia's name that the galaxy pulls together to overthrow tyranny; it is Leia's legacy that Poe and Rey find themselves trying to carry, respectively. It's closure Leia deserved, with Vader, that Rey finds for herself by defeating Palpatine and rejecting his bloodline to choose her own family.

No, Leia doesn't have a big presence in the sequels; but she does drive them. She inspires everyone in the films, and it's a desire to do her and her legacy right that motivates nearly every other character. Leia is the symbol of the Resistance, of the Light, of hope in the films, and she can't even see it herself! But everyone else does.

So, quite. Leia is in a coma for most of The Last Jedi (oh no! The horror! She's now disabled! how completely sexist, as we know disabled women don't exist!), but she drives so much of it narratively.

And this concept that "some of the women antagonists are cruel, so it hates women" is absolutely mind-boggling to me? Of course Phasma is horrible, she's a fascist. And I don't take Holdo as a girlboss we're supposed to 100% believe is a perfect angel who does no wrong, when she represents so much of the elitism that the movie is so critical towards (she stands regally above the rest of the Resistance in fancy clothes that, if not in color, then certainly in trim lines more with the rich quality we see on Canto Bight; she immediately reduces Poe to a hotshot flyboy and nothing more, Finn to an ex-stormtrooper, and can't be bothered to even remember who Rose is, despite the fact that Rose is from Holdo's ship, and her focus is on bringing the New Republic back, which is a return to the status quo, which the film also pretty explicitly goes "no!" to). I don't think her self-sacrifice, or Leia using it as a teaching moment for Poe, negates those traits in the slightest. Holdo is - narratively - an antagonist:

a person who actively opposes or is hostile to someone or something; an adversary.

She was designed, specifically, to be a hardass that Poe and, we the audience, would not trust (according to the Art of the Last Jedi). The fact that two female antagonists (and one outright villain) is used as some sort of "gotcha!" that the films are somehow sexist doesn't sit right with me - it veers entirely too closely to the concept that women are somehow inherently pure creatures, and the thought that they might be anything but is sexist. Two white women antagonists embody prejudice? It's the end of feminism, cos white racist (and ableist, looking at you "bedpan duty" comment of Amilyn's from the novelization!) women is completely a myth right?

And people put so much more importance on Kylo than the films even do. They're so quick to write Rey off as nothing more than a mere victim, or like her arc is completely sullied by her having compassion for the villainous character - and the double standard is so completely obvious when Luke is praised for the same thing. But Rey dares to do the selfish, complicated thing - she develops feelings for the man she's supposed to hate! Who has hurt her friends! That's too much nuance, and the idea that Rey might have all the power here is too much for this fandom to comprehend, so we have to reduce her to a hapless little victim. So niave, and helpless but to exist as a mere prop for the white man.....

When in actuality, Ren serves as a prop for Rey's development. He makes her worse, highlights her flaws, and pushes her out of her comfort zone. The throne room is entirely the cause of (most) of Rey's insecurities in The Rise of Skywalker, and why she thinks she needs to earn her place in this story. She doesn't put up with any man's shit - she knocks Luke fucking Skywalker on his ass for lying to her, and when Ren makes it clear he isn't going to change, she kicks him out of her life. Rey has all the agency and uses it repeatedly, but it makes her a complicated character with nuance (an extremely traumatized mercurial one at that!) and that's unacceptable. So it's easier to pretend that she was done dirty, and existed solely for Ren's redemption (which is BULLSHIT because it was a last minute addition to the Rise of Skywalker).

There certainly are some complaints you could make (Rose's reduced screentime), but so much of what I see criticism about "sexism in the sequels" is simply at odds with what is actually present in the films themselves. Tell me again how the trilogy with more women than the first six films combined, which featured our first woman X-Wing pilot (because they'd been cut out of the original trilogy!) and had our Yoda figure be a dazzling, charming and flirtatious pirate queen, and so many other fantastic fucking background/recurring ladies (blows a kiss to Tallie, to Paige, to Kaydel, to all the other Resistance ladies my brain is blanking on atm!), for having ex-stormtrooper Jannah join Finn in helping topple the system that stole their childhoods from them, for letting a woman be covered head to toe and outwardly cold hearted but having a soft heart still as this trilogy's resident love interest scoundrel (Zorii).

The sequel trilogy loves women. It just loves messy, complicated women. Women that are sometimes wrong, who make mistakes, or are sometimes just outright pieces of shit.

So if you think women shouldn't be any of those things then, yeah. I guess it hates the idea that women should be perfect angels. But if you think that means it hates women outright, then I think you need to sit back and wonder what that says about you.

But I doubt the fandom is capable of that, when you had people claiming it was sexist that Leia trains Rey back in 2019.

#asks #tremendouskoalachild #my meta #me i fucking love when women are unlikeable

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s1mpadd1ct · 1 year ago

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Shang Tsung | Relationship Headcanons | What is he like? | What does he do?

He 100% keeps a picture of you in his work desk at all times, even when Princess Mileena is in for her Tarkat treatment, it’s there. It keeps him motivated to keep working at his best knowing that even though you aren’t there, a memory of you is.

Unlike what people think about him, he isn’t completely evil. People who look from the outside in (Such as Liu Kang) believe that he abuses you both mentally and physically, he forces you at his side, and has you under some sort of obedience spell, but that isn’t true. You see a side of him that no one ever has before. He allows himself to be vulnerable with you, and shows you every part of himself.

Whenever you sit in a chair in his study, or sit anywhere near him, he will randomly just stop whatever he is doing to stand from his chair and make his way over to you, but it isn’t anything direly important to his study of Tarkat, or his elixirs, but simply to hold your face in his hands, cradling it like a prized jewel he collected in the most divine of places.

He tends to just stare at you, nothing is wrong, he’s only thinking to himself, about you. “Is there something wrong, my love?” “Absolutely not, beautiful. Just admiring the outstanding view.”

Sometimes he asks you to paint his nails, growing up in poverty, he could not afford such pleasures, so now that he can have those little things, with you no less, he adores having you paint his nails or put eyeliner on him for fun.

Hates raspberries for some reason. Absolutely resent them. Will go out of his way to not consume them. Why? He won’t say.

When he has company over for a meeting (Ex. Ermac, Quan Chi, Bi-Han…), IF they say something that intrigues you, he will allow them to stay longer for you and his guest to ramble about said topic, he usually is an in-n-out business man, but whatever makes you happy.

He’ll occasionally read you a book, he’d sit and read you a story about demons, monsters, ancient creatures and myths that were popular when he was a child. “I can’t believe these used to terrify me, can you?” He’d ask. Yet, you might be afraid like his childhood self, or you would nod in agreement and laugh with him.

Shang denies it, but he tends to talk about his mother a lot. Mostly positive, but he remembers the things she had to do just to make sure that he had something to eat everyday, or something to wear when out to get seasonings for what little they could buy for dinner that night. He misses her dearly, and wonders if she would be proud of him if she were alive to see him now.

He is a perfectionist at heart, he freaks out when his potion bottles aren't in color coded order or aren’t in ordered bottle size from smallest to largest. He even has you assist him in making sure that the bottle sizes or colors are in perfect order like he wants.

Shang loves to make you clothes to wear, not specifically for him, per say, but when you do wear the dresses/clothes that he makes for you, it sends him in an infatuated spiral.

Slow dance central, expect for him to grab you out of nowhere and begin to slow dance with you. It calms his nerves to have your body flush against his in such a romantic way, this has become one of the most common ways to ease his mind after such a long day of work and progress. "I love you."

Decided to finally start writing again, don't know if it is something I'll do more but only time will tell...

#shang tsung #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat 1 2023 #mortal kombat #mk1 #Shang Tsung is a softie

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schrodingerspsycho · 8 months ago

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Were Is Sam? - Oneshot

Characters - Werewolf!Sam and Tara Carpenter

Warnings - Light mentions of blood

Word Count - 2.4k

Summary - Not long after the Ghostface attacks in Woodsboro, Tara discovers another shocking secret about Sam: she's a werewolf.

Author's Note - Finally completed this request from @screamqueen10! Sorry it took me so long 😅 but I really hope you enjoy it! I took inspiration from a werewolf myth I read about on Pinterest, but I couldn't find any more information on it (every variation of "werewolf clothes myth" I searched was just about whether or not their clothes get shredded when they shift) so please let me know if anyone knows more about it!

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Tara sat bolt upright in bed, her heart pounding and her forehead slick with sweat. Another nightmare. She could barely make it through the night anymore without one since the attack. But this one was worse because it hadn’t been about Ghostface. It had been about Amber.

She shook her head and laid back down, willing herself to go back to sleep. But the image of her ex-girlfriend’s twisted smile was burned into her mind. She hugged her knees against her chest and let out an involuntary whimper. She hated how helpless she felt.

After a few minutes, she opened her eyes, a realization dawning on her. She wasn’t alone anymore! Sam was here! Sam, her big sister who had chased off all her nightmares when she was little. Maybe she could do it again now.

Tara got out of bed slowly and opened her door, her leg still a little weak from the attack. She had only gotten her cast off a few days ago, and the disuse sometimes made her feel like she had just stepped off a boat. She knew she had to build the muscles back up, but Sam often insisted on her staying at the house so she could keep an eye on her, and Tara wasn’t complaining. After five years apart and the Ghostface attacks, she couldn’t imagine ever wanting to leave Sam’s side again.

Tara crept down the hallway to Sam’s bedroom door, but before she could push it open she heard a strange noise coming from inside. It was a low rumbling sound, like the one Chad and Mindy’s old dog used to make when Wes tried to pet him while he was eating. “Sam?” Tara called out uncertainly. The rumbling stopped, but there was no answer. She nudged the door open a crack and peeked inside, gazing into the darkness. She could make out a large shape near the bed, but it most definitely wasn’t her sister. “S-Sam?” she said again, quieter this time. The shape moved, and a pair of large, yellow eyes appeared near the ceiling, staring right at her.

Tara gasped. The thing let out a whine, and she reached behind Sam’s bookcase to grab the knife she’d taped there for emergencies. There were knives stashed all over the house, and Tara had never been more grateful for her sister’s paranoia. Then the thing moved toward her.

“Get back!” Tara screamed. She backed out of the room slowly and the thing whimpered again. “Stay the fuck away from me!”

Her knuckles were white from clutching the knife as she flicked on the hallway light. She felt safer with her back against the wall, but she didn’t dare glance away from those yellow eyes peering at her from the darkness. At least with Ghostface, she knew they were only human under the mask.

“Sam?” she called again, louder this time. Still no answer. Tara glared dangerously at the thing. “Where the fuck is my sister?”

The thing stepped slowly out into the hallway, its head down but still gazing at her. Tara gasped again when she saw it. It was big and covered in thick black fur, with sharp fangs and even sharper claws. Its pointed ears scraped against the ceiling and its long tail thumped on the floor, its snout dripping with blood.

A werewolf.

“Oh, g-god!” Tara let out a strangled cry, tripping over her feet as she tried to back up even more. It whined and bounded over to her, clearing the hallway in one leap. “No!” she shrieked, throwing up her hands as it bent down to sniff her.

It reeled back, startled, and Tara caught a glimpse of a jagged white scar on its stomach. The same scar that Sam had from Richie’s knife. Her head snapped up, understanding dawning on her face, but Sam had already bolted down the stairs before she could utter a word.

“Sam, wait!” she cried. She chased after her, any pain in her healing leg forgotten. There was a loud bang as the back door was thrown open, and she grabbed Sam’s jacket before following her outside. Thank god she’d been paying attention when Mindy was rambling about werewolf lore. She ran for as long as she could, but Sam had disappeared into the woods long before Tara even left the house. There was no chance of catching up to her. Her only hope was to know where she was going. Tara just prayed that she still knew her sister as well as she did when they were kids.

She made her way through the woods carefully, trying her best not to trod on any rocks or sticks with her bare feet. It was difficult, but luckily the full moon cast just enough light to illuminate the ground below her. She barely looked at the trees as she passed by them; she didn’t need to think about what path she was taking. Even all these years later, finding her way to their spot was second nature to her.

Tara hissed when she reached the creekbank and the cold water splashed her feet. An owl hooted as she rolled up her pajama pants and stepped further out into the muddy creekbed. She used to love the mud, how spongy and smooth it felt in her fingers as she played in it, with Sam shaking her head affectionately as she kept the towels ready. She smiled at the thought and wondered how Sam had ever convinced her to walk across their makeshift stepping stones instead. They seemed so much smaller as she passed them now, and she doubted that she would be able to balance on them anymore.

But just as soon as they came, she had to shake the memories from her head. She could see it now, the large stone slab that spanned nearly the full width of the creek. It used to be their secret hideaway, their special place where they would go to escape the world. Now it was occupied by a big ball of black fur, curled up and still taking up nearly half the stone. Tara stepped closer cautiously and noticed that Sam was trembling.

“Sam?” she said quietly. Sam’s head shot up and she glanced around anxiously. “Sammy, it’s me. I’m here to help.” Tara stopped moving, afraid to spook her. When Sam finally spotted her she jumped to her feet, ready to bolt again. But she met her sister’s eyes and Tara saw her relax. “It’s okay. We’re okay. We’re safe,” she soothed as she stepped onto the stone slab. “I’m here to help.”

Sam sat down again and dipped her head. Tara reached out slowly and placed her hand gently behind Sam’s ear. Her fur felt soft, as if she was petting a big dog. She moved her fingers in the same way, and it seemed to have a calming effect on Sam. “You can understand me, right? I brought something that might turn you back,” she said calmly, and Sam’s yellow eyes flashed. Tara held up Sam’s jacket and Sam sniffed it. “I’m not completely sure it’ll work. Do you want me to try it?”

Sam whined and pawed at the stone near Tara’s feet. “Okay,” she nodded. “Just, uh… bend down I guess.” Sam obliged, and Tara draped the jacket over her shoulders. They locked eyes and Sam began to shrink, her fur disappearing and her features becoming more human. As her paws became hands she pulled the jacket tighter around herself, sighing in relief.

“Thank you,” she gasped, gazing timidly at Tara. “How did you know that would work?”

Tara shrugged. “You know how Mindy likes to ramble about things. Lucky for us, she’s usually right.”

“I am so sorry,” Sam lamented, turning her head away.

“What for?”

“For not telling you. For hiding the truth from you again, for scaring you and putting you in danger! I can’t imagine what you must think of me.”

“I think it’s pretty fucking cool that you’re a werewolf, actually,” Tara smiled. Sam blinked up at her. “I mean yeah, it would’ve been nice to know. I was pretty scared when I first saw you. But this… this is different.”

“Thank you,” Sam said again, quieter this time.

“I do have questions though.”

“Like what?”

“What happened to your face?”

Sam glanced down, and even though she couldn’t see it, she knew her face must be covered in blood. She wiped feebly at her nose. “I… I did it to myself,” she croaked. “I was trying to stop myself from shifting. I thought that if I stayed indoors and away from the moonlight I could keep it contained but I-I couldn’t. I tried so hard, but I couldn’t stop it.”

“Well, it doesn’t look too deep, so that’s good at least. I think we’ll be able to take care of it with just the stuff in the first aid kit.”

“How are you being so calm about this?”

“Are you kidding?” Tara chuckled. “After what happened last month, this is nothing. Once a month you turn into a big puppy dog, so what?”

“Okay, I’m not a puppy dog,” Sam smiled, rolling her eyes. Then she sighed. “I’m a wolf. I’m dangerous.”

“You’re still in control when you’re a wolf though, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you’re not dangerous,” Tara said very matter-of-factly. “If it’s still you in there, then I know you would never hurt me.”

“Thank you,” Sam smiled at her, eyes full of love. “What did I ever do to deserve you, huh? My amazing baby sister.”

“Oh, shut up,” Tara giggled, pulling Sam into a tight hug. “I love you, Sammy,” she mumbled into her shoulder.

“I love you too, baby girl.”

After a few moments, Tara shivered, and Sam was hit with the realization that she was still in her pajamas.

“We should get home, it’s freezing out here,” she said, pulling Tara to her feet. Then she looked her up and down with a sigh. “You’re covered in mud.”

“And whose fault is that?” Tara snapped back playfully. “Stop feeling guilty, Sam. I’m okay. I’m allowed to take care of you too, y’know.”

“Yeah, I know,” Sam replied with a sad smile. “I’m just not used to it.”

“Well, get used to it. Because I’m not going to stop,” Tara said seriously. Then she grinned. “Even if you’re a wolf. I’ll feed you, I’ll take you on walks, I’ll give you belly rubs…”

“Okay, where was all this responsibility when I was taking care of your hamster ten years ago?” Sam laughed.

“It was there. Pumpkin just liked you better.”

“Uh-huh, sure.” Sam rolled her eyes. “C’mon let’s go.”

They walked back in silence, holding hands the whole way. It seemed neither one of them had to think about the path back. The leaves shone gold, orange, and red in the moonlight. Sam hadn’t noticed how beautiful they were before.

“I was going to tell you,” she said when they reached the edge of the woods. “I wanted to wait until you were fully healed, and had time to process the last bomb I dropped on you. But I was going to tell you.”

“Okay.”

“I’m glad that you know,” she smiled, and Tara squeezed her hand. “And I promise I won’t keep any more secrets from you. Ever.”

“Thank you,” Tara said, barely holding back a yawn.

“That being said, I’m sorry I woke you. I really picked the worst way for you to find out, huh?”

“Yeah, you gotta get better about that,” Tara joked. “But you didn’t wake me.”

Sam gave her a quizzical look.

“I had a nightmare,” she said, staring at her feet. “And you used to help me with them when I was little, so I thought maybe you could help now. That’s why I went into your room.”

“Oh, Tara. I’m so sorry. I wish I could’ve helped you. I would’ve helped you.”

“But you did help me!”

“I did?”

“It was about Amber. It’s just so fucked up how someone I thought I knew- I mean, I spent every day with her! I loved her! And I thought she loved me too. I guess I’m just scared that that could happen again. But no matter what, you’re still going to be you. I mean, you couldn’t even hide who you were when you turned into a werewolf.”

“Yeah, you got me there,” Sam chuckled.

“And I got to be with you. That’s what always helped me before, anyway. It’s not like you were giving me incredible counseling at the age of nine,” Tara smirked.

“Well, I’m glad I could help.”

“Me too,” she smiled. “So I was thinking we could make that our spot again since we need a place to go next month.”

“Next month?”

“Well, I’m going to be hanging out with you when you’re a werewolf from now on. Obviously.”

“Tara, you don’t have to do that-”

“But I want to! It’ll be so fun!”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “You think it’ll be fun staying in the woods all night with me?”

“Of course! Hanging out with a werewolf will be awesome! We should test how powerful your claws are. And I wanna hear you howl at the moon!”

“Do you want to ride on my back like I’m a horse too?” Sam scoffed.

“If you’re offering,” Tara grinned. “We’ll do things that are fun for you too! We can play fetch!”

“Alright, enough with the dog jokes!” Sam said exasperatedly, smiling in spite of herself. Tara gazed up at her with, ironically, puppy dog eyes. “You can spend full moons with me if you really want to.”

“Absolutely,” she replied quickly. “I definitely want to.”

“Okay then.”

They reached the house and Tara ran inside to get the first aid kit. Sam waited, finally feeling the stinging in her nose, and stared up at the moon. She’d been thinking of Tara the first time she’d shifted, she remembered. About how she loved those old werewolf movies and the wolf plushie she used to cuddle every night. As disastrous as this night had been, it was her most successful shift yet. And when Tara came back out with the first aid kit and some cold pizza because “Mindy said werewolves get hungry when they become human again”, Sam wondered once again how she had ever survived without her.

#carpenter sisters #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #werewolf sam carpenter #werewolf #scream #scream fanfic #scream 5 #scream 2022 #fanfic #request

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radfemverity · 2 years ago

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I think radical feminists shouldn’t be afraid to discuss how queer culture will, and already is, exposing young boys as well as girls to graphic sexual content. Of all these videos and photos of drag queens wearing silicone breasts, latex and thongs in the company of children, the sex of those kids is split pretty evenly. The many ‘drag kids’ groomed by mums with Munchausen’s by Proxy to become child influencers are all boys. I remember seeing a really horrific Spanish case a few years back of an eight year old whose parents dressed him in stereotypical prostitute clothing (stockings, thigh high black boots, bralettes, bodice). And as of yesterday, a clip has gone viral of Melbourne Rooftop Bar, full to the brim with adults, 10 rows back, enthusiastically screeching for, and filming, what looks like a 4 year old boy twerking at the front of the stage, with adults right next to him (including drag queens) guiding him, telling him which body parts to accentuate.

I completely get why feminism’s primary focus is on the violence of straight men against women and girls. And it should be. I just don’t think it should be the *exclusive* focus. Gay men, “queer” men, gay trans-identified men and drag artists who specifically coach young boys into emulating their sexualised dances aren’t off the hook. They can be just as fucked up as bogstandard straight men and there are many, many boys and blokes walking around today with experiences of sexual violence at the hands of their fathers, uncles, classmates, ex boyfriends, hookups, and increasingly, incidents in ‘queer spaces’ that, if we heard them, would ring alarm bells of familiarly to us.

When batshit leftists of the ‘progressive’, postmodern, Foucauldian, queer persuasion like Contrapoints, Vaush and Alok Vaid-Menon talk about the myth of childhood innocence, and call it a right wing moral panic, they’re not just talking about the girls. Primarily girls yes, but boys too. When it comes to the varying causes of sexual trauma, the overwhelming majority of these areas (porn, catcalling, coercive rape, hypersexual fashion, etc) disproportionately affect women and girls. I’m willing to bet drag culture will be an exception. And online child grooming into transing will be close to 50/50.

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idv-news-boi · 10 months ago

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-> Questions for OCs that I’ve been brainrotting about-

{written by yours truly, Laurence :)}

Relations/Bonds

What kind of sibling would they be like, even if they canonly have siblings or not?

What kind of friend are they? Is their treatment the same as how they treat to a best friend and a relative? (this is a pretty deep question if you think about the pros and cons of how they are beneath the surface- don’t be scared to be honest.)

Put your OC and their familiar/friend/other person's OC/acquaintance/significant other/enemy and write a dialogue between them to show how they would tend to treat each other.

Describe OC and their family in one meme.

What are the OC's thoughts on (insert other person's name).

Take out a blank doc or canvas digital art, over the asks. Make anons mention an OC and you slowly reveal a net of relations/thought arrows with your OC as the center of the frame.

Anime

If they ever have an anime intro or outro, how would it look like?

What genre would their anime story show? What lesson would they try to teach their audience?

Would they watch animes about isekai stuff?/ih

What kinds of voice lines would they have? What are their signature quotes? Their Motto?roommates?

What kinds of anime tropes do they like? What kinds of tropes do they dislike?

Lore

What happens if your OC never had trauma or encountered a big life changing event in the first place?

Tell me their backstory but it's nutshell edition

Describe the first moment they were created/born.

Have they ever took out their first baby teeth? If so, how was it like? If not, did they ever have to take out one part of themselves to let something new grow back as a part of their growth?

What was the first story, myth, or Fairy tale they were first told about?

Would they have a happy ending, or bad ending once their story is over? Or it will be an ongoing lore over the years?

Item Psychological Test

Give the OC a piece of paper... what is their first thing they would do with it?

Give the OC an empty gift box... what would they do?

Give the OC a shoe... What would they do?

Give the OC a cardboard box... what would they do?

Give the OC a pocket mirror... What would they do?

Give the OC a coat... What would they do?

Give the OC a toy block... What would they do?

Scenario reactions (can be considered as 'What if' type. If muse never experienced that kind of stuff, just imagine if they have ever done it since it shows more about their character)

If they ever encounter their ex, what would they do?

What do they do if they ever encounter an old friend who have ghosted them along?

What would they say to a person's confession if they don't view them in a romantic way?

What would they do if someone tries to hit on them?

What would they react when getting bullied?

What would they react to a joke they dont find as funny?

How would they explain to a kid who asked "what is death"?

What is one thing they want in a society in order for it to meet their needs/interests?

Dress-up

What color do they think they like/best fit on them the most?

How would you rate the OC from 1-10 in terms of being a fashion model material?

What do they prefer mostly in a clothing; color, texture, or size?

(Challenge the OC to wear something that is opposite from what they usually or have ever wore. Like if they are often seen wearing pale colors, challenge them to wear neon/bright colors)

(Suggest the OC to try an outfit you can find on internet or magazine)

Domestic, Sleepover & Roomates AU

Would they be willing to step on a rat or get rid of it for their roomates?

What do they do in a sleepover? Any fun facts?

What type of drunk person are they?

Do they know how to clean a bathroom?

Do they believe it's necessary to put seat belt on before the car moves?

Are they capable to fix broken furniture?

Would they know how to fix a machine, electronic, or a computer in the household?

What rules would they like to set when living with roomates?

Horror Movie AU

If they are into horror movies, what are their favorites?

Would they make analysis and theories after playing a mystery game story? If not, what signs do they show that they actually enjoyed the game?

What kind of character stereotype would they be in a horror movie? (The final girl, the Jack, the entity, the pawn, etc.)

If a Halloween party prompts OCs to dress based on horror movies, what would they dress?

??? (Pins' horror fanatic oc reveal incoming)

School AU

How long can they handle remote learning?

What type of student would they be?

What school club would they like to join?

How would they react when a fight between students happen in front of the school?

What country can you imagine your OC would study abroad at? Or a different fandom world?

What gang would they be in; skip lunch, have school lunch, or bring their own lunch?

How would their desk setup look like? What's inside their school bag?

Dystopia (in honor of my nonfandom world :)) )

Would they survive in a zombie apocalypse? What would they do to do so? What will they bring?

What are their thoughts about the popularity of AIs and robots?

Based on their occupation, will they be able to maintain it in the future and not be replaced by machines? If not, what would they do to keep it alive?

What kind of dystopian story would they be most scared of? Which dystopian trope would fascinate them?

(I was thinking of having peeps put a 🌸 in this blog’s inbox so I can just randomly spill a Dyanthus dystopian story from different sect states, like Euphrasia’s Oxidanopolis)/ih

#📰

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