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[hpmystic]

Censorship

Book burnings suppress ideas that challenge the status quo. Throughout history, oppressors have burned books to control narratives, limit free speech, and erase ideas, aiming to stop dissent and enforce conformity. History repeats itself with Hachette v. Internet Archive.

[thricemartyred]

@atcmicbxtty said: "You're really mean...." Unprompted

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{♡} - An uncharacteristically sympathetic crease in his brow, ❝I…oh, no, that wasn’t…❞ His natural instinct to defend himself or to somehow attempt to justify the malignancy of his actions through some convoluted means of warped rationalisation, for the first time in what felt like at least two decades, was halted. Suddenly, his mouth felt uncomfortably dry and the demon was momentarily lost for words as he struggled to hold her gaze. She was only a kid. She looked so upset by what she had witnessed, and she didn’t even know the half of it. Dante swallowed hard.

Fleetingly, he glanced over his shoulder to watch the lover he’d just publicly and exploitatively revoked all feeling for dragging his heels as he headed off in the opposite direction whilst licking his wounds like a kicked puppy, and then looked back to the young girl. He had said some irreparably cruel things to his discarded lover, all the while laughing right in his face, mocking him, humiliating him, for fiendish amusement and in the name of Lucifer - worse, in front of the kid. At what point had he become so used to viciousness that he had actively started to become it? The sense of superiority he had felt from the upper hand he'd arrogantly brought to bear that night had dissipated with alarming gravity to him. Where there had been accomplishment, there now sat his contrition, bare, hovering in the space where glory had briefly resided. He hadn’t felt like that in a while - at least, not in its raw state. Usually, when his conscience would inevitably catch up with him, he turned to substances to tame his rising guilt.

In insufficient lieu of something considerably stronger, his hands fumbled to retrieve an unlit cigarette from his coat pocket. ❝…Yeah, well, you weren’t supposed to hear any of that shit. And you shouldn’t even be out this late! What are you, like, fourteen?❞ His lighter sparked and he inhaled from the cigarette, shifting on his feet in a state of restless agitation. ❝Go home! It’s a school night!❞

He appeared fundamentally ill at ease with exchanging this conversation, seeming to almost lean away from her as if she might spontaneously combust if he got within five feet of her. His reluctancy to speak to her? Probably on account of being labelled the local child killer by most who had known him before his mortal death due to the sheer enormity of what it transpired that he had done. Though he had been but a child too, manipulated into spilling the guts of his peers, of snuffing out innocent young lives preceding violent sacrilege against their cadavers, in the false guise of holy faith. He could still taste the flesh in his teeth. For a moment, he appeared like he might actually be sick, narrowly managing to ward it off with a protracted drag on the cigarette held between his tremulous fingers. On second thought, better make it two. Odd numbers were bad luck. Dante regarded the girl with a narrow gaze, ❝Can you stop looking at me like that? Look, I’m sorry, okay? Fuckin’ Hell…!❞ Too overwrought to consider the offhanded language, the demon rested his head wearily in his hand and tried not to heave. An apology hadn’t passed his lips in a long while, his utterance of those words coming as a surprise to himself. If only he would learn to say them more often. It would be an ineffectual expenditure of feelings though, even if he did. People such as him, they were unworthy of forgiveness, and besides, Dante had already repented his sins - and look where he was now! Cast out of Heaven, a servant of Hell. Indicatively, he was Satan’s Bitch. And Dante was hopelessly devoted to every Goddamned second of it.

So why now did he falter beneath the scrutiny of a little girl? Perhaps, sheltered within the darkest compartment of his inner self, there was still a tiny, shivering fragment of goodness left inside him after all.

[sallytwo]

raw data feel is explicately about getting over trauma (the band has said this) and given that it came out in 2022. like. yeah that makes sense. but instead of a deep personal dive into the subject like you’d expect you get this chaotic jumbled collection of stories that range from being about suicidal depression (jennifer) to isolationism and consumerism (pizza boy) and cultism and .. curses? (HEX) to frenetic mania and recklessness (cut up) and grief and the inevitability of death (leviathan). and it’s never mentioned! whatever big all-consuming trauma this album is supposedly about is never mentioned. because you can’t allow yourself to think about it! one of the first lines from the opener is “cause i’m hurting / and i don’t want to go back down inside of me.” the album will do anything but think about whatever it is that it’s trying to get over. it was partially inspired by AI!!! and having something nonhuman speak for you because you can’t speak about this yourself. and all of this on its own would’ve made a fucking fantastic album but what really gets me is software greatman. it’s the only song that’s title was generated by ai and it’s the only song to address this thing. the last fucking song. after an entire album of random stories and recollections and rambling you get this. and it’s been there all along. in the background of every other (seemingly unrelated) song. it’s always been there. RAW DATA FEEL YOU MAKE ME FEEL SOMETHING!!!

[melodrama-ticcc]

Hey it’s the “who are you comfortable writing for tcsm” anon (if it’s easier call me -🌺) and I’ll start with a Sissy x Fem!Reader oneshot idea.

In game one of sissy’s voice lines goes something like “there’s no hiding from reality sunshine you gotta face it” and it got me thinking. What if she witnessed the reader accidentally killing another victim and takes this as an opportunity to manipulate them into joining the family. It has been really hard being the only girl in the family so it’d be nice to have some company. But Sissy decides to be a little selfish and keep the reader to herself for a little while. Just until she’s ready for the family.

.: 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 :.

hello again anon! thank you for the request <3 sorry for the wait, i hope it lives up to expectations! i love the idea of utilizing in game voice lines to inspire fics or dialogue for fics, it’s so clever. so i was definitely excited to use that to my advantage in the premise of this one. also i love sissy so much, she’s my main when playing family.

abstract: after watching you accidentally kill your dear friend ana, sissy takes advantage of your deteriorating mental state and invites you to join the family.

warnings: death, murder, gore & mentions of blood, manipulation, religion, religious themes and religious trauma, cults and cultism, mentions of suicide and self harm, stockholm syndrome, sexually suggestive, mentions of sex, homophobia on account of religious themes

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sissy enjoys the act of spreading the lord’s word, those whom she can convert will be forgiven and saved from this forsaken land. she revels in the satisfaction of freeing another one’s soul, her only purpose in this life. she was a modern day prophet, spreading the lord’s word and enacting only what he had told her to. she’d save them all, they’d see the light.

and yet, she selfishly craves the way the blood paints her limbs when she tears into someone, the way it curdles in the creases of her skin, or the way it coagulates when it becomes too thick. but perhaps the most beautiful image is watching their tainted souls vacate their sinful bodies. she swears she can see the life leave their eyes, watch as they are freed. it’s then that she knows she’s done her job. for, when they cannot be helped, it is sissy’s duty to release them of their misery and send them to the great beyond. that way they may cease their lives of sin and find solace in the forgiveness of the lord above.

unlike the rest of her family she does not kill out of fear or hate or malice, nor does she kill for fun. she kills because it is what the lord has asked of her, and the lord’s word is her compass.

then, why could she not deny the pleasure she felt when others experience pain. call it sick, twisted, sadistic, she felt the all-too-familiar floaty feeling of butterflies in the pit of her stomach each time the scalpel made contact with her victim’s skin. even now, as she rips through the clothing and flesh of that red headed girl. her screams are loud, blood thick. it paints the front of sissy’s floral dress scarlet, her fair skin, her blonde hair, her fingertips. all coated in such a lovely coat of crimson. it’d make such a pretty lipstick, she thinks.

she cannot help but laugh. a giddy euphoria that echoes in the ears of many. including the young woman who watches from what she believes to be a safe distance. it is two separate worlds. two sides of the same coin. on one pleasure, the other horror.

the girl, you, cannot fathom the atrocities this family has enacted, nor the countless innocents that have fallen victim to their inhumane practices. (your name) watches, not because she wants to, but because she cannot bring herself to look away. (eye color) eyes wide in terror, she is fixated on the macabre sight of carnage. her limbs tremble and shake in such a violent fashion, restless. there’s a deniable sense of grief in that moment, and she’s sure she must be dreaming. that something this horrible could never happen to a young woman like her, nor her friends. how’d she even end up here?

three days ago, (your name) had set out with some friends to look for ana’s elder sister. they were all certain maria flores was someplace near, but none of them had ever expected to end up here. connie was now dead, murdered by the pair of careful, feminine hands right in front of her. she had yet to see the others; not ana, not leland, nor julie or sonny. she’d wondered if they were dead too, and a part of her wondered if she’d meet the same fate.

“awe, i love a game of hide ‘n seek!”

a sweet southern drawl calls out from beyond, in search of the young woman she knew was hidden nearby. it would seem now her hiding place in the bushes was not nearly far enough from the scene to be considered safe. here, nowhere was safe. this in combination with her deteriorating condition would make for an early end. she is faint and wobbly on her feet, struggling to withstand the shakes and thrashing her body succumbs itself to, and it’s then she hears the woman call out.

“oh! there you are sug’!”

be it adrenaline, a will to survive, or anything to keep that woman from garnering any further satisfaction in this demented game of her’s, (your name) found it in herself to run. her legs move fast, much faster than the woman that chases her. for a moment she believes she can get away, at least long enough to formulate some sort of escape plan. there’s a well up ahead, and it’s then she decides to throw caution to the wind. it’s a foolish, desperate attempt at salvation, but she hurdles the edge of the stone well and throws herself down.

the fall is peaceful. a safe place. a break from the intensity of being hunted like a wild animal. that is, until she hits the cold, hard ground. her body collides into a pile of dirt, debri and bones. snap! crack! crush! it’s a horrid sound, and god does it hurt. the point of impact surges through her body, aching in the back of her head and lingering for some time. the bones beneath her dig into her back, impaling the skin and stinging at her wounds. it burns, her entire body, and a part of her wishes she’d just die right there.

it takes her some time, but (your name) is able to pull herself back up. only now, it punishes her to move. her left leg shattered in the fall, she is forced to use her right leg to counteract. now, wobbling with a slow limp. the pain is never-ending, and she can hardly think clearly. somewhere in the pile of debri she begins searching for something, anything useful for the current circumstances. be it a key, antiseptic, pain reliever, a knife, anything. the pain is unbearable, hot tears seething from her eyes as she muffles her own sobs between a pursed pout. the echoing sound of footsteps from down the tunnel alert her that her captor is near, though, and the panic sets in.

“shit, there has to be something i can use. anything!” she cries between pants of heavy breaths. her heart beating something fierce. it’s pounding against her chest, furious with anxiety and unrelenting paranoia. she feels she could faint, or have a heart attack — either seem a viable option as opposed to dying at the hands of them. as she sorts through miscellaneous rocks and assorted bones and teeth, she holds back the urge to vomit. warm acidity building in the back of her throat, it’s disgusting. sorting through the remains of god knows what, or who. “fuck!”

with quick footsteps growing closer, the anxiety is too much to bare. her hearts thrashes and speeds up, swelling with blood as her stress rises. it feels as though it could burst, her body struggling to find a stable balance. she knows she must wrap things up quickly, so she grabs what she can; a piece of sharp bone, and clutches it to her chest. fighting through the pain, she seals her lips to withhold her sobs of agony and despair. backing into the shadows she waits, crouched. she does her best to control her breathing, even shutting her eyes for a brief period. a deep breath in, a deep breath out. she recalls what sonny had told her before he left to seek out the others, back in the makeshift underground cell they had been tied up in. it’s the only inkling of comfort she’s able to grasp onto.

the source of the footsteps approaches, turning the corner of the tunnel that led to her. (your name) sees a figure of a woman, and she’s certain it’s that killer who’d been after her. the fight or flight kicks in, and the adrenaline once again does its job at keeping her alive.

“take this, you bastard!”

in an act of self defense, she stabs the woman five, ten, fifteen times. piercing screams cut through the night air and spews of red liquid spray every which way. only for her to continue stabbing; in the back, the shoulder, the chest, the stomach, anyplace she could make contact with. she wouldn’t stop, not until the makeshift shank snaps within the body of her victim. even then, she’s kicking and punching, crying with eyes pried shut. fighting tooth and nail for the basic human right to keep living. nails dig into flesh, tearing away at the skin to inflict any sort of pain she can. the only thing that draws her from her mental cognitions is the sound of another set of footsteps, this time much, much slower, softer. that, and the gentle, slow clapping that follows suit.

it causes her to stop, hands still holding up the body she so relentlessly attacked. her eyes flicker open, revealing a scene of misfortune and betrayal. she sees the blood first, dripping in thick layers down the walls of the tunnel, herself, the body. a pool of it on the floor, filling the air with the scent of iron and metal. then the body, it’s mutilated torso in chunks and pieces about the place. frightened, she screams and lets go, backing herself against the wall. a lifeless body lies on the pile of debris, still gushing blood like a water fountain. only it isn’t the woman who she’d intended to maim, no, its ana.

her entire being turns into a state of shock and denial, a shrill cry echoing down the long hallways of those underground tunnels. her hands come up to clasp her mouth and her eyes well with warm tears, streaming down her cheeks and dripping to the floor. in an instant, she collapses to her knees, shaking her head profoundly as she sobs something ugly.

“no no, no ana! i- i didn’t know- i swear, i thought it was her!” she’s choking on her words, that all too familiar feeling of hot acid building in the back of her throat. her breathing is caught in there too, like she’s choking on her own words. her hands come up to pull at her (hair color) locks, and she’s certain she’s losing her mind. “ana- ana, please, ana i’m so sorry-” she hiccups, holding back the vomit that pulls at her throat. “i can’t.” her sobs are loud, and she moves to hold her face in her hands. if she’d of only known it was ana and not that bitch.

“there’s no hidin’ from reality sunshine, you’ve gotta face it!” sissy has a content smile on her face, comforting, kind. she places a gentle hand against the girl’s back, offering some inkling of reassurance. it’s a simple act of benevolence, but still met with disgust and disdain. only, (your name) hasn’t any more energy to fight, no will to kick that horrid woman away like she’d wished to only moments ago. she was broken and desolate, haunted by the agony and anguish of her mistake. she can’t withstand it, her mind is simply obsolete.

sissy is a woman of god, and those whom she cannot save are gifted the mercy of meeting an early demise. but this one she knows, knows that there is good within her, she feels it. she sees it. saw it in the way she freed that friend of her’s so faultlessly. there is still hope for this one, and sissy takes the opportunity to guide her in the right direction. if she killed now, imagine the things she could do later. she would be an asset to this family.

“sugar, don’t cry, you set that gal’ free!” sissy giggles, her delicate hand rubbing the trembling back of the young woman before her. but (your name)‘s mind is elsewhere, trying to sort through the endless string of thoughts her brain thought up. what would the others say? she just can’t fathom the concept, her killing- no, murdering. a cold blooded killer. she had become the very thing she loathed. her body is unstable, nearly toppling over itself as she wails.

sissy’s bittersweet smile grows as she kneels beside the girl, lowering her voice to a softer tone. “hun, it was ‘bound to happen ‘eventually, she’s with god now.” despite her best efforts, it would seem the girl was still caught up in the heat of the moment, her emotions captivating her attention. yet, sissy would not give up. it was too much of a perfect storm, the key moment to manipulate, no, enlighten her poor soul. “darlin’, lookit me.” she snakes a finger beneath the girl’s chin, her touch light and airy, not like what one would imagine the grasp of an apathetic killer would feel like. it’s almost calming, reassuring. as she cautiously bring the girl’s face to look at her, she takes a moment to dab the wetness off her cheeks with a handkerchief pulled from her pocket.

the tenderness of her gaze is striking to look at, like staring into pools of calm water. it was relaxing, even got her to cease her cries for a moment. she was a pretty woman, if not for her homicidal tendencies.

“say, you’d make a fine woman in this here family we have, grandpa aughtta love you!” she smiles, brushing a flyaway hair out of (your name)’s face and back behind the ear. “ain’t nothin’ to cry ‘bout love, you did the right thing.” sissy’s voice is comforting, and in a moment of heightened emotions and inner turmoil like this one it was easy for (your name) to fall victim to her disguised words. she only nods, eyes wide and doe like as she stares at the pretty face of the woman before her.

“i-i killed her. i killed her cause i thought she was-” she stops herself, not before sissy is shushing her, with a finger pressed against her soft lips.

“shhhh, hey now, it’s alright. she needed savin’.” she smiles again, caressing (your name)’s cheek as she presses on about seeing the light and showing people the way. “you’s a smart girl, i can see it. let me show you. we can live a nice lil’ life on the farm, you’d be a part of the family. safe, peaceful. i promise. and well, it really has been tough bein’ the only girl ‘round here, it’d be nice, t’have some company like you.”

it is difficult not to trust her doting words. (your name) doesn’t know exactly what to think. but in lieu of such a heinous act she couldn’t even stand herself, and perhaps in some regard she needed saving. to repent, to beg forgiveness from ana, anything to free her of such a curse. she’d build herself a prison for the remainder of her days, suffering in the fortitude of her own head. she’d end up killing herself when it became too much, maybe only god could save her. but even then, murder was a sin. she was a sinful woman. a lifespan of mistakes flashes through her head, and scarily, she all most agrees with this sweet woman. she’s demented, fucked up, for she wouldn’t have caused such a terrible accident had it been otherwise.

“you’re considerin’ it, you’re already half way there sug’.” sissy encourages her, reading the thoughts through her empty gaze as if she were an open book. she’s eager, excited, nearly bouncing on her knees. she’s certain if she’s hooked the girl this easily, it wouldn’t take much to reel her in.

ana’s lifeless body is just a void carcass, an empty shell. that’s what all bodies had been, right? a vessel souls utilize to carry out the act of life. it was only temporary, like everything else had been. so, why did it really matter, if it had been something so easily confiscated.

“come on love, let me show you the light.”

perhaps her gentle affirmations became too much for her mind to handle, or, the fear of what would await her if she choose to disagree was too great. regardless the reason, something within her had snapped. broken clean in two. one moment she had been mourning the life of a friend and the next joining the very people who’d caused the entire ordeal. there were two parts of her mental state — one in which longed for the days before, where she lived without the knowledge there had been a terrorizing family of cannibalistic murderers in her texas backyard. but the other wished to escape the reality of what she had become roped into. live a life in which she could ignore the world and deaths of her friends, forget it all ever happened. she’d heard about situations like these, read about them in the morning paper or listened to them on the morning news broadcast. even watched them in television and film or read stories from books. the victim falls for the deceptive captor, ensnared in a trap that costs their freedom under the guise of a worry free life. but in times of emotional dread, a carefree life was an ideal promise to escape a nightmare like this.

(your name)‘s crying had ceased. salt-crusted streaks drying against the soft skin of her cheeks as she takes the hand of a deranged killer. sissy smiles, grasping the girl’s hand gently as they both rise. she’s aware of her worsening physical state, knowing well she’d be responsible for nursing her back to health. she also knew, the family would not be akin to a new comer like this. given johnny’s past, he had tried this on multiple occasions, and given the general disgrace of sissy amongst people like drayton and nancy, a newcomer of this kind would not be accepted so easily.

she would need to be careful. plan each move out in accordance to what the family would want. cater to them, in order to provide some sort of accommodation. this girl was beautiful, she could attest to that, and her good looks would help but only get her so far. she needed to prove herself. but that, that required months of work on sissy’s end. and so, she had decided, (your name) would be her own accomplice, until she saw fit.

pious maybe, but that never stopped sissy from being selfish. nor has it been able to mask her homosexual tendencies. what her leaders in the past had told her meant it was wrong, but it never stopped the way she had felt towards both men and women alike. and, sissy’s selfish side would shine through in their coming months together. in the way she used (your name) for her good looks and willingness to comply, the sex, the romantic nature of their relationship that would develop. all the while, showing her the way. even when sissy had been sure the family was ready to adopt (your name) into the family, she would continue to keep her a secret.

the last thing she’d want was to loose her to some womanizer like johnny, or have her charmed by the others in some way or form. the way sissy saw it, she made (your name), and by that logic, she belonged to her. so, she’d keep her for as long as she wanted, even if it meant keeping her a secret until death. it wasn’t that she wasn’t ready for the family but, rather, they weren’t ready for her. despite the selfishness that fueled the action, she’d continue to justify it in the eyes of the lord.

i helped show her the way, that grants me the eternal forgiveness keeping her to myself would require.

[partycage]

" HELLO!!! It's me, PARTY HAT!!! " ( SHE/HE/CAKE/VOID // PARTY HAT ; divider by lavendargalactic )

( itss me, @ss-irin01 !! im the person running this!! i love party hat you have no idea i love her silly tophat )

🎂 " to this everlasting melody, "

DISCLAIMER : PARTY HAT is written to have DID (DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER). as the blog progresses, more alters may be introduced.

₊˚ WARNINGS!! - Mentions of Violence

- S##ci#al Ideation - Depersonalization - Themes of Depression - Mentions of cultism If a roleplay starts to get too uncomfortable to your liking, please message me, or feel free to drop the interaction — Comfort is my top priority in all of my interactions.

🍰 " face to face, we dance-- "

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🍦 " with our story lost in forever's embrace. "

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₊˚ ALTERS:

schariac — protector ; trauma holder.

they / it / void. 18.

agender, unlabelled.

NOTES: semi-lack the ability to

taste and touch. likes mango shakes and writing.

robin - memory holder.

he/they/mist/mango. 5.

agender.

NOTES: always involuntarily shaking and stuttering.

APPEARANCE(S)

[perelka-l]

I'm gonna quote myself off twt a little but I've been wondering about Ghetsis and Volo a bit (I wondered how to divide E Nomine songs on their playlists ok) and it hit me how they kinda are riffing off same vibes but in different way? I'll explain.

Like, both are tall as heck cultists with violent tendencies (both threatened people with physical violence which, yanno, is pretty rare) and backstabbing tendencies but both diverge on their cultism.

Ghetsis is more of realistic cult leader, greedy and aiming only for power for himself, in a down-to-earth manner of wanting to control and rule people in most literal ways, but he uses actual lore and digs up his own secrets and histories and relies on them for those goals.

Volo in the meantime is a cultist in a more esoteric way, digging up unknown knowledge with which he aims to topple god. It's also about power, but in ways more ethereal and less comprehensible for a casual human being.

And that made me realise something.

Ghetsis has very Satan-themed design which I won't elaborate on, yadda yadda, devil in music, we know the drill. But when I wondered about this Volo is more... Luciferian in his portrayal, if that makes sense? His rebellion against Arceus stems from his own unrevealed trauma and sense of betrayal, his design evokes light, his obsession with ruins is much more overt than Ghetsis' diggings (and even those were only portrayed through Zinzolin, and there is also question of Ghetsis bloodline which is another matter altogether) and could be see through enlightenment angle. You could argue his ultimate loss evokes both his pride (refusing to witness MC meet Arceus) while promising his own growth, research, desire to solve all the mysteries he can find. And Giratina, with its rebellion against Arceus.

So yeah, Ghetsis is Satan, Volo is Lucifer.

[nonsenuser]

love exposure (2008)

i think the only capacity in which this movie gets discussed is through mass aesthetic-postings (yk what i mean) but the juggling of multiple themes and how they come together in this movie is extremely impressive... i wish people talked about it more

i think the movie does get thematically messy later on (apparently the movie was supposed to be 6 hours long so several themes dont get carried out all the way to their conclusion) and there are certain 'problematic' aspects that i will discuss later. either way this is such a unique movie and i can understand why people have such polarizing opinions on it.

the first 30-45 minutes of this were so incredible, i think the whole arc where yu consistently asks for forgiveness and commits sins (to the point where he kinda gets off to it...) is such an interesting exploration of the relationship between adolescence, sexuality and religion. when he joins that 'group' (errr cult?) that endorses taking upskirt panty shots.. and he doesnt even get off to it, he is purely trying to get the best possible shot for the love of the game (this whole thing is quite bizarre and perverted but in the context of this movie i think its worth thinking about)

the other thing that is soooo interesting is the fact that for the first part of the movie, yu only interacts with yoko while he is in the miss scorpion attire. it totally acts as a trans allegory and whats even more interesting is he is aroused while in the disguise. whats more is yu talks about getting aroused as "disgusting" (referring to his genitals) and you could interpret this as some form of dysphoria. do i think this is what sion sono intended? not really because in the movie being a pervert is equated to being a lesbian and yoko states her lesbianism was a phase... which is ugh... probably my least favourite aspect of this movie. but whether or not the trans allegory was intended it is def worth mentioning and analyzing.

the other interesting factor that gets explored is the fine line between faith and cultism... this is a whole plot point in the movie where a branch of christianity goes quite a bit far and the intentions of the cult leader are #notgood... but its super fun to see this play out esp bc sakura ando is like. awesome and her sinisterness in this role is really fun to watch.

the girls in this movie also have a hatred towards men, and faith, and other things, that's a result of their upbringing and experiences. it's an important part of their characters and influences their decisions but again i dont think it was fleshed out all the way or with the best intentions (bc of sion sono lol) but again! worth talking about... like for example aya wanting to rid yu of his perversion because of her sexual trauma.

i think the ending is very sweet, craziness and messiness aside you cannot deny there isn't anything quite like love exposure....

[flittermiice]

3, 6, 20 and 57 for that ask game question?

holy fuck i just remembered this ask. sorry for this one being this late i'm repenting as we speak

3. guilty pleasure?

hmm...... tough one for me actually but i guess i'd say listening to like, early 2010s/late 2000s party tunes something about that is such a beautiful vibe a glimpse into a utopia. when dj got us fallin in love hits i feel no pain at all

6. what role do you play in your group of friends?

i'm the thinker with the heart of the court jester 😔

20. do you have any ocs? if yes, talk about them a little.

i really do have a fuckton of ocs but lately i've been working on um... like, yet another AU with my beautiful pookie kitty witty viperstream. that being the pest AU where her edgy backstory becomes... her edgy story... we got murder. we got religious cultism basically. we got kitty militias and childhood trauma we got it all. we got a toxic yuri type thing. going on. AND they're all funny animals. for the win!

it's been fun to brainstorm on i just haven't done much writing but i will eventually

57. favorite movie?

this one's actually difficult because i have at least four or five favourite movies but i think it's funniest to mention the lion king because i have such an attachment to that movie it's not even funny. i'm not a big disney fan or anything really but i used to be obsessed with the lion king to the point i could watch it in my head on demand and i used to pretend i was a hyena while listening to the setup menu screen on my special edition dvd as a kid. classic stuff.

would you believe i forgot to publish this ask for like nearly two months because i got stuck on the oc question for like a week. this is my great shame. SORRY

[dollypardonne]

pardon yourself like no time has passed. growth will follow after.

dollypardonne: indie roleplay entity established in march 2022 with characters dating back to august 2012. multi-muse and single-ship: original, alternate verse/canon divergent, and general idol characters written by kiwi (they/them, 30, filipino, pst). exploring themes of fame and ambition, escaping the doldrums of suburban life, generational trauma, found family and community building, queer gender identity, immigration and assimilation, mending a broken world, human survival, the duality of human nature and desires, cosmic knowledge bringing an end to human consciousness, godhood destruction, and more. triggers found on this blog include war, drug abuse, exploitation, cultism, trafficking, kidnapping, death; suicide and murder, mentions and depictions of mental disorder symptoms.

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[hardynwa]

Anambra family agonizes over son’s death in police custody

The death of Chidubem Ezenwa, a 24-year-old indigene of Aguleri, Anambra East Local Government Area and Delta State-based business man, in police custody last month, has aborted the hope of members of his family. Ezenwa died in the police cell after he was picked up on an allegation of cultism, which his friends claim was all trumped up. He was alleged to have been engaged in a scuffle with some other inmates in the police cell of Rapid Response Squad RRS), Awkuzu, where incidentally he was beaten to death by inmates, who were already awaiting trial for another murder which they had committed. For Chidubem, the circumstances that led to his death were even more heartrending, considering the avoidable circumstances that trailed his death. His relatives are calling for justice, but his father believes his son is still alive, considering that police authorities have denied him the corpse of his son. Chidubem Ezenwa, 24, dided in police custody Chidubem’s father, Mr Sunday, during a visit to his compound narrated the circumstances that led to his son’s death. He said, “My son, Chidubem Ezenwa is a businessman in Asaba, Delta State. He sells phone accessories, recharges phones and other cable TV services, and also charges phones. He has a shop there in Asaba. “Three weeks ago, he was called by his friend, Chukwunonso Udezue to tell him that their mutual friend, Chiboy, had a motorcycle accident. He sent N50,000 for his friend to receive medical attention. Later they called him again to say that his friend’s health was not improving. He came home and moved to the hospital to see him. “He had already negotiated with the doctor for a change of hospital for his friend, when his friend died. My son and his friends were told not to join them to the mortuary, because of their closeness, to avoid trauma. They went to Angel Hotel to wait. “Angel Hotel is where my son always stays anytime he comes home. You can see that I do not have a house. This one is already collapsing, so my son prefers to stay in a hotel when he comes home. He has already promised me that he will build a house for us and take us out of here. “They were in the hotel, when one of them, while reminiscing on their friend’s death, broke a bottle. They later paid for the bottle when the hotel management protested, but the President General of the community, Barr Ifeanyi Iloakasia called on the police and got them arrested, and in the process he died. “Up till now, we have not been told anything about our son, and the police have not released his body to us, assuming he is dead already. We cannot accept that our son is dead. They should release his body to us if he is dead.” Chidubem’s friend, Chukwunonso Udezue, who broke the bottle that caused their arrest, also narrated the pathetic death of his friend. He said: “I called my friend, Chidubem to tell him that our friend Chiboy, who had an accident, was not improving. He initially told me that he would not come home because his business needed his attention. He had earlier sent money for treatment, but I was surprised when he later came home. “Our friend, Chiboy later died, and while he was being taken to the mortuary, we, his friends, including Chidubem, were advised to leave the hospital, to avoid trauma. “We went to Angel Hotel, feeling very bad, and in the process, I told Chidubem that it is bad that Chiboy who was always in the hotel with us was no longer alive. While we were drinking, I got annoyed and smashed some empty bottles. The manager of the hotel started harassing us, saying that we can scare away his customers. “Chidubem pleaded with him and paid for the bottles we broke. He later told us he was leaving for Asaba, that he was not happy. He entered a bike and left for the motor park. But unknown to us, the President General of Aguleri community, Barr Ifeanyi Iloakasia was in the hotel. He called the police to come and arrest us. So when the police came, we called Chidubem and told him the latest development, so he (Chidubem) came back, and told the police that he had paid for the broken bottles. “On sighting him (Chidubem), the police operatives held him and started beating him. He was kicked in the chest many times by the DPO of Otuocha Police Station and he kept crying. I was also brutalised by the policemen; you can see the injuries on my legs. They took us to the police station, and later transferred us to SARS (RRS), Awkuzu.” He narrated that in the cell, Chidubem was already feeling weak because of the injury he sustained, but they were still beaten in the cell by other inmates until Chidubem gave them N4,000. He said: “Because the cell was overcrowded, and Chidubem was not feeling good, I had to stay awake all night to fan him. Later at night, he started wailing that he needed water. We begged other inmates to give us water that we will give back to them when we buy ours the next morning, but they refused. “He snatched one from one inmate and drank, and they started beating him and he passed out, and was taken out of the cell to hospital. That is what we know.” Mr Sunday Ezenwa, Chidubem’s father told DAILY POST that since after the incident, police authorities were yet to tell the family of the fate of their son. He blamed the President General of the community for his woes, saying that if he hadn’t involved the police, his son would still be alive. “I cannot believe that my son is dead. My only hope, who promised to build a house for me and take me out of here. They should just release my son to me, wherever he is. He is not dead,” he said. Angered by the incident, relatives of the deceased, mostly women of the community, staged a protest against the President General. They called on him to bring back their brother, saying he did nothing wrong to warrant being handed over to the police. The placard-wielding protesters wailed, rolling on bare ground, over the death of the 24-year-old, who they said carried the hope of his family. The President General of Aguleri community, Barr Ifeanyi Iloakasia, during an interview with DAILY POST gave a different story of what happened. He denied any complicity in the matter, saying that he only called in members of the Anambra Vigilante Services (AVG), when Chidubem and his friends started breaking bottles in the hotel and chasing many people around. “I was in the hotel that day. I saw these boys breaking bottles and chasing guests around. They even threatened to beat up the manager of the hotel who tried to stop them. I was not the one that called the police, there were several other people in the hotel that day, and anyone could have called the police. “I was there for a meeting, but when my partners saw the level of violence, they entered their cars and escaped. I called our town security, which is headed by Chidubem’s relative from the same village. If I meant harm, I would not have called their own brother. But the police came in, and the DPO told us that the boy and his friends had been on their wanted list for cultism, and they took them. How is that my fault? “I know that someone is instigating them that I was responsible for their son’s death, just to get at me. I know who the person is, and they have been sending me threats, and unknown people have even been lurking around my family compound, and my own compound too.” When asked if the boy was still alive, and what he is doing to help him return, either dead or alive as his subject, Iloakasia said: “What I know is that the boy is dead. “The police told me he is dead and is in the mortuary now. His parents don’t want to accept that he is dead, they rather choose to believe that I kept him somewhere to do rituals with him. That is laughable. “As for releasing the body, I know that if they apply, the police will release the body to them. I can do it because he is my subject, but since they choose to accuse me wrongly, I have decided to stay away from the matter entirely.” DSP Tochukwu Ikenga, spokesman of the Anambra State Police command, told our correspondent that the command was aware of the matter. He said: “The Command is sad with this development. The suspects who beat up Chidubem were in cell for murder, kidnapping and robbery case. “They were being detained on charges of murder, and while in custody, they committed another murder. The command has also added another murder charge to the suspects. They have been arraigned at Otuocha High Court.” Read the full article

[lowkeynando]

Counseling and Psychological Services in Dallas, Texas. Perskin is the executive director of the International Council on Cultism and Ritual Trauma and a lecturer on child abuse. Cult and Ritual Abuse was first published in 1995; a revised edition followed in 2000. The book has been called the most reasonable review of the pro-conspiracy version of SRA to date, but was also criticized for being incoherent, inconsistent, uneven, filled with logical fallacies and for citing proven frauds as evidence. Joel Best, a professor of criminal justice and sociology, described Cult and Ritual Abuse as having the

"trappings" of a scholarly book, but as ultimately incoherent. He pointed out that even Noblitt and Perskin state their evidence is not compelling. Despite acknowledging the need for parsimony as in Occam's razor (i.e., favoring the simplest explanation that accounts for the evidence), Best notes the authors accept the less parsimonious proposition: that multigenerational, multinational abusive entities exist and have existed for centuries without discovery, rather than the more parsimonious idea that the patients are disturbed, malingering or mistaken. Best also drew attention to special pleading used by Noblitt and Perskin to support the stories of their patients. Best concluded that in order to understand the debate regarding SRA one must read the sceptical literature. [2] LeRoy Schultz, Professor Emeritus of social works CLONES

[cosmicangel888]

The Grander Elegant Design; Soul Purpose 3D - 5D Transitions of Consciousness - Healing

At the soul level, I chose to remain in dimensional threads to offer healing, information, healing, and what was chosen was constant competition, blocking, and stalking to beat what is simply not a competition;

When you are aligned, pure and healed in your own inner realm, body mind, spirit, you need nothing outside of you - however not healing your wounds, one unhealed can make anything and anyone a competition to beat, to take, to steal, to deceive and manipulate to have all around them play into their narrative - such is the behaviour of narcism; the inner wounded soul and when not fuelled by love, self compassion, spirit, the ego continues self destruction and pulling everyone in and down with them; such is the behaviour of self harm, addictions, to feed the empty ego, unhealed beliefs of lack, no sense of self, in which such escalate to stealing, crime in any way, group think to cultism, power over others, power and judgment to separation, and gang stalking, psyche wounding and such, all is healable

All is healable and some will take drastic measures of denial and resistance until they surrender to what spirit has been offering for years - for all that is put out - intention and otherwise; schemes, plans, spells must be alchemized and is a heavy load that none have to carry -

I have been shown, see, know of the higher purpose we are not only healing and sewing oneness of our communities but of the omni-present and multi-verse - and none have any right to play God on anyones life due to their own healing needed - however play valuable healing and insight to that which has been 3D mental matrix and the damage such 'control, fear' and lineage social wounding does to our DNA, social flow, and healing and abundance - health and wellness -

All affects the all - self love is key to higher vibrational realities - healing what was - standing and facing what is - Alchemize what is and choices made - make right, clear your own karma and self love - it is a path of mastery - leaders of 5D must know and be of such -

The #1 law in working with spirit, with Gaia, with Creation all energy and honouring alchemizing is honour, love, humility - have you earned this within - do you honour yourself, humble with all that God is, energy is - all manifestation is such; all healing is - can you celebrate those around you - if not then go within and heal, Create a new sense of self that includes such powerful vibrations of dimensional flow and elevation -

I stayed back into such realms to help others and offer light; in such time there was constant devil games, projections, stalking and regular group schemes and spell work to deny me of what was always meant for me - for I have rightfully earned it - and this to those not healed would be 'something to take her off her pedalstal' that simply is a simple soul humble to that which God is, and learned and offered for the pure benevolence of others -

I remained back, to help others, in may soul family and offer light - for spirit could have shifted me 7 years ago - and at a soul level I chose to stay and help such communities find their way out of devil lack, greed, gluttony, porn addicted self harm, and other ego-arrogant inner child wounding that is ALL HEALABLE and what I received was 8 years of trauma, vibrational raping, spiritual and light harvesting to benefit those that cared not even for themselves nor for the ancient and sacred wisdoms of healing that is a gift to all of humanity for us to create loving, unified, safe communities -

Instead of competing for what you think you don't have - you could create places, spaces, groups that help people heal - create places of oneness and how to heal such community imbalance; using your life story to help others, help heal the community -

I was sacrificed (higher realms with God / for the greater good for I am able to see, foresee, teach, and offer higher programs for all evolution - generations in years and years down line) for there are none speaking of such - and all will have access to do so in varying ways - All must face and alchemize what they have created -

None are responsible for your happiness and life or reality - and I have known my purpose here, my path with spirit and how I could, would, choose to share for the helping of others - and there was continued stalking and impaling me with darkness to stop being light, discrimination for me to stop being me, and how I have used my struggles to help others being misused, abused, manipulated by the wounded; narcism, groups of darkness and how to navigate and help the community heal and unify than descend and feed ego, arrogance, the unhealed and entities serving such control-fear programs; Positive, Neutral, Negative - quantum physics is our language of love and all is vibrational and how with spirit all creation is elevated - each have wounds and past realms to heal -

I am an empath, crystal child, conduit, and feel what normal unawakened people feel X 100, so years and years of spell work, group sex magic, games, schemes, taking from me within my sacred work, my energy, my light; Spirit had to call in the highest councils and legions to protect that which is meant for humanity - and our children; those unhealed and wounded; conjuring for the devil and many aiming and targeting light workers has been what patterned in old spiritual warfare and I felt every ounce of it - damaging me and my multi-dimensional experience beyond what anyone will comprehend - I still remained physical to help those out of the darkest places, spaces of the wounded psyche - © 

Those I chose to be a light for, chose greed, to be the winner and the leader of what simply they did not have the energy, the purity of heart, nor the knowing of energy and consciousness - consciousness is everything about ascension - there is nothing more important than consciousness and it heals, manifests the purity of oneness of all Creation - and is and never will be a competition -

As stated 100,000 times before - but as people awaken, they sense their god self coming to light; seeing from which limitations, beliefs they choose to conjure such devil to win, to take, to get, to scheme and whatever else the devil will take; through sacrifice, creating groups to maintain stronghold, and do more; crime, violence, any escalation and still will remain moving towards the same tower moments - for light is, Spirit is the only nourishment of all manifestation - all other manifestations will lead to returning to the spiral of self reflection to choose anew;

Choice = Reality

I chose to stay and help those to see through darkness and know that the only way through is light - control is our most harmful energy and how light is blocked through control and why the devil and groups that act in such, conjuring energies that feed the devil, entities that bid humans of lack of self to do their targeting on light workers - so that humanity can be swayed, on how little power and attention, intention and oneness we have always had with Source, the Universe, God - © 

Therefore such human social issues, mental manipulations, schemes, crime of any and all levels, darkness within is the social, mental, physical, spiritual imbalance, no boundaries when darker unseen entities / veils are dropping, want to sway the behaviour and beliefs of humanity - live in self design and self love and self empowerment or hand it over to the darkness, ego, wounding, and those entities that play in such?

All must go within and seek their own unique path to pursue and make any challenges, suffering into the majesty of why we are all here; to liberate from such subjugation of limitation, lack, poverty, no sense of self, whatever the lack is - all is simply illusory - it is unique and why and how mastery is earned and learned - if my offerings trigger you then seek the wounding within and heal it - there is a lack, or truth, or vibration that is showing you - do the inner work - or simply read another post - all is prefect and true -

When a dark and negative spell is cast on anyone, everyone is affected; especially the children; and how, who claims such right to bring such interference and darkness to the all - © 

When simply one could choose to heal - behave from centred love and self love or wounding?

Each will have an outcome - consequences for every choice and action - set boundaries is a self loving act - not all are worthy of your light, or your time, or your energy - so set boundaries on those moving through such imbalances, lack of self, self harm, or pulling on you to serve their wounding -

Heal your wounds - heal co-dependency and illusions of self - are all the ownership of within and none have the right to take, claim ownership or block, or narrate any others oath to Spirit and Path with God - NONE, and God, Spirit will show all that which is aligned with Spirit and what is aligned with ego, wounding or inner child imbalances;© 

All is a reflection and how the holographic universe works© 

I have earned fully and completely my path - and what spirit offers - so too will all others - not all are meant to be the same - none have my specific experience on the realms I have lived, regardless of what spells or destiny transfers, or whatever work one may think a birth chart or dark selfish ways will think is of their own entitlement or taking; Spirit, God, every lifetime holds exactly what you need to be the leader, the master that you - why you live dark timelines and great timelines- all have earned their mastery - none have any right to play God to block, stop, hold back, or thwart anyone to a selfish greedy gain;

#1 Universal Law - Non-Interference - Right Use of Free Will and if honoured and valued then you will not continue in karma cycles you will be freed of such

Every human - all have unique gifts and if one understands soul contracts, God, there are gifts we do not even have words for - why not get excited and do the work? A vast version and healed version of you is worth it -

My path was purposeful to help humanity heal to deeper levels and to understand higher evolutionary issues for transformation with medical, Pharma, epidemiology, psychology, psychiatry, and healing our social disorders, neurodevelopment disorders or disease;

However, I am not and nor ever responsible for the choices of others that I have devoted to help, offer light to and as a soul leader of many and misunderstood to those unhealed and the inner child stuck in abandonment, rejection, and abuse; which is why each are responsible for healing their inner child so that our children do not take on our karma -

Crime, violence is not necessary - all is healable -

'Heal thyself, so your wounds do not become another's'

All is a very evolutionary choice - and very transformative for every person and collectives involved = it is always for higher lessons for all to see; there is no us/ them, light or dark, it is all ONE

The lack of self, no sense of self design, one not feeling self love, nourishing with spirit, or forgiveness and compassion - there will be the constant outer temptations - and without pure and strong aligned sense of self, who are you, what you exist within, and what exists within you - all is the exploration, expression of spirit as spirit and nothing NOTHING NOTHING will bare perfection than true self design and commandmentship of being in self love - all is, nothing compares to true self empowerment and soul fulfillment - no drug, no high, no amount of money and no amount of physical body shaping to build a sense of self -

When you give your power to those that claim to know what is best for you- all social, collective, individual lessons; how, who, what, we give our energy, and power to, our voice to, and what occurs behind closed doors and what businesses, false spiritualists claim to guide those when they have not done the inner work and live purely from a manipulative state of being; and those that understand Universal laws, how the light body operates, God seed cells within the multi-dimensional bodies, fields, and so on - the process of light, the process of ascension is highly alchemic, quantum, and spiritual - it can be achieved no other way -

Deceit, ego, arrogance, lack, control and anything one would think 'gets' to take, or simply just know that conjuring spell work to harm, block, hurt and confuse others will never allow for what spirit, light, and pure self loving intention is; there is no competition - it is truth and all is vibrational -

This has been our teaching for over fifteen years that some claim to have entitlement of in which from the vibration they live within of lack; simply cannot nor spirit will not bring any levels of codes, healing, or manifesting -

In Gods purity of love for our awakening into self love and self honour - it is a gift

When you remember your oneness with God, as God - there is nothing more profound -

All must move through the path of healing density and lower vibrational beliefs - self love, self honour, self value, sense of self with spirit and then design a life of such -

Blessings and light

Joanna

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[alwaysabeautifullife]

Hi everyone! In honor of Indigenous Peoples Day I wanted to share some Indigenous Saints! Please feel free to add any that you know about!

First and Foremost I’d like to post a photo of Our Lady of Guadeloupe, who revealed herself to St. Juan Diego Cuauhtlatoatzin as a Aztec Princess in the 1500s, imprinting this image on his tilma. You’ve probably seen this image everywhere.

Here is St. Juan Diego Cuauhtlatoatzin

Here is an image of St. Kateri Tekakwitha (Mohawk Tribe)

Child Martyrs of Tlaxcala St. Cristobal, St. Antonio, St. Juan

Also, there are hundreds of indigenous martyrs like the Martyrs of la Florida, who are currently under investigation for beautification (sainthood).

Here is an image of Antonio Cuipa (Servant of God), who saw a vision of the Blessed Mother (as an indigenous woman of his tribe) during his martyrdom. He was a husband, father, chief, craftsman, musician, and carpenter, and had a devotion to St. Joseph.

Don Patricio de Hinachuba, cacique (chief) of Apalachee who is known for defending and protecting the Apalachee people through his letters (in Spanish) to the King. He was tortured along with many others for his faith. (Could not find individual art work of him so here are some images of the Martyrs as depicted by various artists).

Link to read more about them here: https://martyrsoflafloridamissions.org/martyrs#AntonioCuipa

Also on this day, may we recognize the crimes that Individals of the Catholic Church or Catholic organizations had with residential schools, which were not only a place of severe abuses, but a place in which the destroying of community, family, tradition, culture, language, and lives took place. Heinous crimes, such as these, done in the name of God not only destroy the mind, body, and emotional well being of people but harm the soul!

If you would like to join me (fellow Catholics) in spending this day fasting and praying in reparatiion for all indigenous people who suffer many abuses and violence, especially those done in the name of God, may God have mercy on us, and may we act as we are called— to live in Imitation of Christ.

[chesschococookie]

i think it’s so fucking weird how utterly normalized making weird and nasty rumors and accusations about cream unicorn cookie now.

mind you this entire weird discourse zone we’re in happened bc “this antisocial unicorn who hasn’t been around anyone for litera thousands of years got a bit attached towards the first group of children they see, and locked them for a bit due to fear they might leave them forever. before realizing that it was wrong and released them. while also apologizing!!! by the way!” there was no further subtext thay unicream was a freak. nor were they a p/do or a gr00mer. i’ve even heard ppl say they were a cann!bal?? what the fuck is wrong with you guys??

while i do understand if this came from a place of trauma, this also just feels so fucking nasty to say about a fictional character?? with nothing to back it up??

and ALSO the fact cream unicorn’s entire existence was/is built around bringing happniness and fond memories to children and kids everywhere. they are a literal amusement park cookiefied. with again NO further subtext detailing how this could be “creepy”

if you were a literal amusement park inactive and lonely for hundreds of years then suddenly out of nowhere you get a random group of kids wanting to have fun in your place. wouldn’t you want them to spend a little more time with you and having fun and joy?? that’s literally the entire point of unicorn’s character.

if devsis wanted to add details on how cream unicorn might be an actual creep they would. they wouldn’t hesitate. and for further proof look at how they treated the concept of cultism and religions. they CAN write awful people and make them in a bad light. this did not happen witn unicorn. bc again. their entire character wasn’t meant to be characterized this.. sick and twisted way.

you guys are truly fucking sick for this.

[sometipsygnostalgic]

Me, talking to my offline friends via discord: You know, it's funny we are talking about religious trauma, because very conveniently I've been talking about Horde Prime from She-Ra, and how he represents it.

Me: The absolute self flagellation of "all beings must suffer to become pure", the cultism, it's all very religious coded, and it's no coincidence that it's the power of gay love which destroys Prime.

Me: And when Hordak turns against Prime, who represents the clean image of God and the religious institution, he embraces his individuality and all the things that make him flawed, make him a supervillain and very human. All of his desires, for example.

Me: I suppose that would make him the Antichrist?

Me: .....Does that make Entrapta into Satan? It checks out.

Me: The Antichrist is an emo bat boy and Satan is an autistic queer nerd who is thirsty for robots.

[hypertonicplague]

Lol i rarely post doodles here

It’ll be a good archive