#designed to torture me by making me think about brutalism

[wi55iams]

Do you dislike brutalist architecture in general? Or is there something in particular about the Sainz compound that makes you hate it?

In general I am a brutalist architecture hater. Brutalism originated in the UK where I’m from and I see so many shitty, un taken care of brutalist buildings in cities that look terrible. They feel so soulless and depressing to me. Maybe it’s because I was raised in the stereotypical quaint English village but I just don’t get the appeal of a slab of grey concrete. What was Carlos Senior thinking when he purchased that house? Mmmm Reyes a beautiful boring box for us to raise our three children in. The inside seems fine enough but the external appearance looks like it’s ready to double as the Sainz Family Nuclear Bunker at any moment.

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 25 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

“Surrender to me. I will eat this sweet pussy every morning for breakfast. I will be your slave.”

You don’t believe him, of course, but there is a growing desperation in his pleas that fills you with warning. He’s been patient with you, but you wonder if someday this man will not snap.

He has you tied up again.

You’d watched him produce the red ropes earlier with resignation, but surprisingly, no fear. You realize that you have arrived at a place of relative numb, where you have accepted he will not satisfy you without your submission, but you trust him not to really hurt you.

Drive you absolutely batshit insane, maybe. But not hurt you.

You’ve had time to think about it, and you know there are so many things he could have done by now to really win your compliance. He could have beat you. Starved you. Drugged you. All the usual dirty tricks men have used to keep independent women in line over the millennia.

He has not so much as spanked you, really, except for that once the other day, and even you know that had been child’s play.

More and more, you have come to understand that this man has been through it. He’s told you more about his brutal past, curled up with his head in your lap, spilling his soul to you while you stroked his dark hair. You have discovered that once he feels safe, the taciturn Mr. Wick actually has a lot to say.

If you hadn’t been sleeping beside him, the signs of PTSD might have escaped your notice. But after over a week in his non-stop company, you have woken beside him when he’s riddled with night terrors, his strong hands gripping your body hard enough to leave bruises. Sometimes he zones out, and you know he's not really seeing the room you're in. 

After hearing about his training (as a fucking child soldier!) and the things he had to do to survive over the years working for the Bratva, trapped in a cycle of violence he had little power to escape or control, you honestly think it’s a miracle that he’s come out of it as intact as he has—and goddamn if there isn’t a part of you that wonders if you cannot bring him back.

You should know better by now, than to think you can fix a man with your love. It’s a mistake you’ve made before, in your younger years, and you should know that nothing lies down that path but disappointment and heartbreak. But…what else do you have to do with your time?

Take up knitting?

You had watched him with a distant fascination, as he looped your wrists in the cord, securing them with beautiful knots before affixing your spread arms to the metal headboard. You had thought the curled iron design of the bed to be very pretty, but now you understand the form of it is perfect for knotting ropes in various positions.

You’re not sure how long he’s been torturing you with his tongue, bringing you right to the edge licking your clit with his fingers buried inside you, before withdrawing right at the last moment. He always fucking knows, even when you do your best to remain still as a stone. You have been going through your days in a constant state of low-burning arousal, perpetually wet with slick and uncomfortably swollen. You feel where his body has been every time you sit down, keenly aware of what he’s done, and what he hasn’t allowed you.  

“My poor darling,” he continues to taunt you, taking a break to nip at the inside of your thigh, your soft flesh already riddled with little bruises. “Why do this to yourself, when with three little words I could set you free?”

You cannot hold in your ragged sigh. “It’s kind of nostalgic really, just like my first boyfriend in high-school. Getting fucked constantly with no real hope of satisfaction…”

Wick responds to this with a snarl, the way you knew he would. Jesus Christ but his teeth are sharp. Suddenly he sucks at your clit with a vengeance, making you squirm and cry out in surprise. Of course he stops before you even have the chance to make use of the friction.

“I do not want to hear about the other men you’ve had in your life,” he cautions you. “I’m the only one who counts now.”

“Could have fooled me.”

When he gets on his knees with a dark look, you do feel some satisfaction. You’ve learned if you piss him off enough, he’ll try to punish you by taking his pleasure and leaving you hanging. At this point, you’re just relieved that it’s over.

“That smart mouth needs filling,” he growls, guiding his tip to your lips, and you let him fuck your face, sucking his glans messily with a swirl of your tongue the way you’ve learned drives him mad. The only time he catches a hint of teeth is not your fault, but his, in his enthusiasm for trying to shove his cock down your throat. It’s not long before he cums, spilling hot seed across your tongue. Some of it dribbles down your chin, and he wipes it across your lips with narrowed eyes, daring you to spit it out.

You’re foolhardy, but you’re not stupid. You lap it from his finger like a good girl, watching the post-orgasm glaze take over his midnight dark eyes.

The monster will be sated, for a little while.

You’ve bought yourself time, but no real relief.

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

How do you feel about the idea of “Evil species” in fiction in general? I k ow it’s a highly controversial topic in the Fanatsy community about the use of all evil creatures and if they should even exist at all? I’m curious as to your idea on the subject about the existance of evil being and how/ if they can even be used correctly in media?

For me personally I do beliving they have a place in storytelling and can be done well, it’s just most franchises don’t seem to think it through. The best examples of an all evil species I can think of are the demons of freiren and the orks of Warhammer. Both are evil in a sense of “they are actively incompatible with human life” and not the “mindless sadist for no reason”. Both having lore and narrative reasons that make them evil by human definition of the concept.

The demons of freiren are magical apex predators who evolved to mimic humans in-order to prey on us more efficiently. They are cruel and predatory towards humans as we are their food, not because their mustache twirling super villains. The orks of Warhammer are bio-engineered weapons built to wage endless war, however they outlasted their creators and where never programmed with an “off-switch” and run rampant as a result.

I think there are ways to do it right! I mean, my goodness, I've been playing Legend of Zelda since I was a kid and it's still my favorite video game series. I think "all of these creatures are evil because they were literally formed from evil energy and/or were crafted for this purpose and have no true sapient free will" is a reasonable explanation for cannon fodder monsters. "they're natural predators of humans" is also something I think works but I don't consider a type of Evil, per se! wolves can't help that they're the natural predators of deer. nor can they help that chasing down prey and killing it brutally is a torturous way to die. nature is just like that. it may seem to the humans that their natural predator is uniformly evil, but that's just a matter of perspective! and I think stories that explore the nuance in matters like that are fascinating (I'm in that boat myself, with my orcs and centaurs).

but "these creatures are fully sapient people who are just Evil because it's an inherent natural trait, and also they're brutish and ugly" is a lot less acceptable to me. It frequently devolves into tropes and designs that taste of racism if they're not outright racist. and it's mainly the addition of "since they're all evil, we're going to make them Look Evil" and then the designs copy tropes from previous "these people are all evil because we said so" and the trail goes back far enough that oh whoops turns out these design tropes have racist origins! like squinty eyes, certain nose shapes, hair types, skin tones, clothing styles, etc.

and for evil creatures that don't look any sort of humanoid, you end up with that "the more evil they are, the more grotesquely animalistic they look" trope and I also have a problem with that! because I think it does a disservice to the diverse weirdness of real life animals.

I know these tropes remain common now because they've been around for so long, and shape language in design is important and we've been conditioned to view certain design choices as "evil", so those shapes keep getting used!

but I do think there are better ways.

[lacunammmm]

Hi, about your post regarding to overhaul and "what if he was smart"

Ok can I ask you what you think of this character?

The Overhaul arc was a mistake and it brought nothing good to the series. Canon Overhaul is a joke. Comically powerful ability. But he's designed to just be a worse version of Tomura who you're meant to hate. He's really gross. The guy isn't so much a character but a hate sink. -Puts the one guy he cares about in a coma and leaves no means behind to save this dude if he gets arrested or dies.

-Begins a negotiation with the League in the worst possible way, when these people are gold mines just waiting to be tapped into. He instantly decides to alienate them instead of using them to their fullest potential. -Brutally murders a transwoman and then intentionally misgenders her to her friends, just in case you wanted to like this guy. -Tortures a toddler in the most incoherent way possible for a plan that never had a chance of working. If he and his boys got taken out by canon's really half assed raid, what hope did they have if they faced an organized attack like the later war arc part 1 squad? Which is what they'd face if they actually got as big as they intended and spread quirk erasing bullets and quirk restoring serum across Japan. -He's the worst of the anime genius trope in that the story makes him out to be some sort of mastermind but he's a complete and utter moron. Let me ask you this, Mikeellee. Why does Eri have legs? Why does she have arms? Overhaul can put his boss in a coma, but he lets his immensely valuable resource walk around and escape? The story doesn't happen if he's got her in a room somewhere, permanently sleeping, bloated with as much weight as her frame can support, thus meaning he extracts the maximum amount of blood with each go. There's zero reason for him not to do this because he doesn't care about her as a person. She's a tool for him to use and exploit. Another thing about him: Why isn't he a famous healer? The guy's got the strongest healing ability in the series, tied with Eri's. Eri rewinds time, but Kai has a strange ability to reset people to a perfect state that goes beyond rearranging matter. Rearranging matter wouldn't account for giving Eri MORE blood when she's bleeding out. So we've got a guy here who could fix anything wrong with people and even revive the recently dead. Even if he hates heroes, he could offer healing to rich people who would pay anything to have their problems solved. And he's a two bit crook in a yakuza gang, which gets no real respect in Japan in the current day and age. His power could be used to make perfect forgeries, do plastic surgeries, make the manufacture of drugs and weapons effortless. You could logically infer that he could probably alter your brain and reroute all of your mental and emotional connections. So he could touch you and then replace your lover, your mother, your brother, your god, and the feelings you have for them and replace them with him. Mind control is at his fingertips. But all he does is blow people up with it. Overhaul is a character that's totally wasted in a children's manga where he's not really allowed to hurt anyone the audience cares about. I'll end this on saying his backstory is stupid and ruins All For One even further as a character. The guy had access to Kai in his orphanage and had a copy of his quirk, which he altered to turn into Decay, and he wielded neither Decay or Overhaul in his first fight with All Might. AFO, if he'd bothered to use the two god quirks he had access to, could have effortlessly turned the man's arms and legs into salsa and kept him in his lair to torture him into giving up OFA. So Overhaul's existence retroactively makes AFO even more of a moron. Glorious.

[straightline-bow]

FUCK ben sulyamen actually.

rant about the D&I charter in regard to being lgbtq+ below the cut but I do discuss the punishments for queer people in some countries F1 races in and that has the potential to be triggering, so.

TW: mentions of the death penalty & torture

look i love that hamilton’s mission 44 was able to help with the D&I charter that the fia/fom have recently signed, but that doesn’t help the fact that there are 195 countries in the world, and of those 195, only eleven have the death penalty for being gay, and yet f1 races in THREE of them.

of ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY FIVE countries, 65 punish homosexuality explicitly, and f1 races in four of them (Qutar: death penalty, UAE: death penalty, Saudi Arabia: death penalty, Bahrain: semi-illegal). Beyond that, in Hungary, Azerbaijan and likely the USA, queer people face discrimination and in the case of Azerbaijan, imprisonment and possible torture.

jesus. it’d be so easy to race in countries that just don’t criminalise being gay, let alone give the DEATH PENALTY for it, but no, he just has to accept the money, and then greenwash the whole thing with some bullshit about renewable jet fuel and a instagram post with some pretty words.

what happened to the bullshit ‘we race as one’ little slogan they used to have plastered everywhere? vanished in 2022, with Domenicali saying they needed to change “gesture to action” to sky sports. i haven’t seen that happen. the ‘we race as one slogan’ was designed to encompass multitudes more than just lgbtq+ rights, fair enough, but they co-opted the rainbow branding for it, which is iconic enough that by itself people associated rainbows with lgbtq+ rights. for them to have used that branding to clean up their image and sell shittons of tickets and merch, to then do absolutely fucking NOTHING for lgbtq+ people within the sport is fucking disgraceful, and the worst kind of rainbow-washing.

ralf schumacher has done more for lgbtq+ people in the sport than the fia/fom ever has. by coming out whilst alive and famous, and by being a race winner, he has single-handedly given any young kid who is queer and wants to be an f1 driver a figure to look up to. he’s created a possibility for every young queer kid out there who loves f1. hell, i hate his opinions most of the time, but that doesn’t prevent me from standing behind the opinion that he’s one of my faves now, even when i disagree with him. (which is often.)

but it SHOULDN’T have to be down to individual ex-drivers. fucking hell. the fia is meant to KEEP THEM SAFE. no driver will be able to come out whilst driving at the moment, even if their team and fom/fia were fully behind them, because they wouldn’t be able to race in some countries for fear for their life. fuck that. i mean, i’d love to go into motorsports journalism, but i face the prospect that i wouldn’t be able to be open and public about my sexuality if i did make it, for fear of being imprisoned etc in what would essentially be my workplace in some countries.

it’s just so fucking frustrating. i get that a lot of people have an issue with it due to the racism still kind of baked into the institution of the sport, although i think an argument can be made toward it being more of a classism problem than specifically a racism problem (aka more white kids get opportunities because more of them are rich. not JUST because they’re white, although there is still that discrimination) but at least they aren’t in a situation where if they go to certain countries, they are risking being legally killed for their sexuality.

(yes, obviously, police brutality and racism can make it fucking risky and awful for poc to go to some countries, because they have a higher risk of being ‘accidentally’ killed. Qatar has stones people to death LEGALLY for being gay. these things are not actually the same)

and this charter does fuck all. i’m sorry, it probably will help for women and poc in motorsports, and for that i’m grateful, i truly am. it’s been long coming, and it’s fantastic that it’s here and hopefully will be used to actively help increase diversity & inclusion in those areas. that does not, however, negate the fact that NO mechanic, engineer, scrutineer, hospitality worker, driver, broadcaster, photographer, team principal, commentator etc can come out and be able to go to these countries without fear. none. THATS what the fia/fom should be fucking focussing on, eliminating fucking death threats to it’s workers.

[explosionshark]

For the ship meme Jack/Miranda Mass Effect

I absolutely love Jack and Miranda as a ship but I'm the first to admit that it's about potential and thematic parallels more than anything that really happens on screen. Actually on screen, their story is pretty much just an extremely vicious rivalry that never gets a satisfying conclusion and one stupid line of fan service.

But it's about the deeply interesting shit baked into them as characters! Definitely paraphrasing myself here bc I've made multiple posts about it before but it's so compelling to me that Jack and Miranda both exist as deliberately crafted products of powers that were only interested in making perfect tools with no regards for the cost. Miranda did not endure the same level of brutal physical torture and abuse that Jack did, but I don't think the circumstances of her upbringing are any less chilling for it. Where Jack was the product of sadistic scientific experiments, Miranda was designed inch by inch by a megalomaniac who created and destroyed a line of "perfect daughters" he sought to find an heir through. Jack's scars are as much an indicator of tragedy and violent intention as Miranda's perfect figure.

The potential power in that arc - Miranda as a figure that gained power and escaped abuse through aligning herself with Cerberus vs Jack being a victim of Cerberus and trying to take power back through violence and crime, coming into immediate violent conflict over their respective relationships to the organization, learning more about each other and gaining a reluctant understanding before Miranda, in the final act, breaks with Cerberus and they are finally, for once, aligned against the Illusive Man - that's a great story, right?

I mean, sure, it's not what we got but - wouldn't it have been so cool? Anyway this is exactly what fanfic is for

[frotees-corner]

Antivan Crows Hot Take

Why I think it's short sighted to say that the Antivan Crows were sanitized in Veilguard (because I keep seeing that take and it keeps driving me nuts). There will be Spoilers in this for both the game and the tie-in materials pertaining to it!

Tl;dr: Remember that story about a bunch of blind guys describing an elephant? It’s like that.

Dragon Age is pretty great and consistent about always showing us the world of Thedas through the eyes of unreliable narrators. Much like real history!

Even the historical footnotes we find in codex entries are penned by individuals with very clear biases. Like Brother Genitivi, one of *the* sources for general and historical information on the various regions and people of Thedas, was/is a devote chantry scholar, so everything he wrote has to be viewed with that bias in mind. (There is s whole story in Tevinter Nights about how the authors of these texts will on occasion deliberately shape their recollections to influence popular opinion.)

Up until Dragon Age: Inquisition, Zevran Arainai was our only true window into the Crows (if you ignore the early tie-in materials, which I do, because they don't play nicely with the game canon).

Zevran was born to a prostitute and sold to the Crows, like some expendable object, to be trained as an Assassin against his will. After surviving his deadly training, he was used as the equivalent of a footsoldier, only to be discarded and (attempted to be) hunted down as soon as he failed a contract and started making his own decisions. Zevran has always known that he was expendable, both to his mother and the people who purchased him, and doesn't seem to feel any great affection for either of them. Of course he would have a *very* different view of the Crows than the ones we meet in Veilguard (I will *not* be ignoring the tie-in material explicitly referenced in the game, i.e. Tevinter Nights, The Wake, and The Missing) :

Lucanis Dellamorte, grandson and heir apparent to the First Talon, who was born into wealth and priviledge and knew he wanted to become a crow like the rest of his family ever since he was a little boy (even after watching his parents and most of the rest of his family get brutally murdered in a war of succession).

Viago de Riva, a literal bastard prince who chose the harsh life of a Crow over a comfortable life in exile and is hinted at harbouring designs on the crown of Antiva.

Andarateia Cantori, who started life as a street urchin and clawed her way up to the seat of seventh Talon as the youngest Talon in the history of the Crows. Teia is described as viewing the Crows as family, even going so far as addressing Caterina Dellamorte as Nonna, which is not all that surprising if you consider that joining the crows probably pulled her out of a miserable life with very little prospects. Becoming a Crow allowed her to shape her own life as she saw fit, attaining rank and priviledge thanks to her own skills.

Of course these people will see the Crows more positively than one of their discareded foot soldiers! And yet they *still* mention, both exlicitly and implicitly, that the Crows are a deeply flawed organisation.

Lucanis mentions both the harsh, torturous training even he lived through as a fledgling both in-game and during The Wigmaker's Job, as well as the Crows' unfortunate tendency to stab each other in the back. He also acklowledges how Zevran's desertation lead to the deaths of several 8th Talons and ensured that the Crows no longer take contracts in ferelden. Teia and Viago have a conversation in 8 Little Talons that highlights how different Talons (and thus different houses) have very different ways of approaching a contract - with many of them having very little reservations when it comes to killing innocent bystanders (see also Illario's reaction to Effe in TWJ). That entire story makes it pretty clear that they are both outliers among their peers, and not just because at least Teia refuses to hurt servants, but also because they recognize the threat that awaits Antiva if the Crows cannot find common ground and forget about their petty squabbles for a time. Them being such determined patriots is an exception, and not the rule for the Talons of the Crows. Heck, Emil's whole betrayal and his reasoning for it underline both the changes the Crows have gone through over the centuries, their inherent corruption (it's all about the bottom line) and their backstabbing nature!

Ivency goes into this, too, and yes, they're a traitor and all, but they're not entirely wrong in their judgement of the Crows, either. (Though neither is Viago when he says that the Crows *are* the oversight.) And yes, you may complain that a lot of this is only really accessible when you've read Tevinter Nights, but it's not like it's necessary to follow the plot of the game - it's really only relevant if you are interested in and care about the lore and the development of the world of Thedas. And then you might as well read the explicitly referenced tie-ins to answer your questions.

(I might do Tevinter next, because that's the other one people keep complaining about being sanitized.)

[glamnessaaumisc]

Venting/Ranting about Empathy

Or Why I Don't Want To Consume Any Fictional Media Ever Again.

So I got into Hello Neighbor because my friend came up to me and said "Hey remember how Hello Neighbor sucked? Well they put out an animated series that's actually pretty good! You should check it out!" So we watched it. The pilot was absolute shit and made me think it wasn't gonna be a serious show, but then the first episode locked me in because of a specific scene that made me feel really uncomfortable.

In the first episode, the protagonist's family buys a house from a realtor, and the realtor is revealed to be this typical sleazy saleswoman. I think she neglected to tell them someone died in the house. She then proceeded to die in the most mean-spirited and brutal scene in the show. She got pulled out into the street by a crow and then run over by a truck, getting her body mangled up in the wheel well. To me, it felt as if the show itself was mocking this character for being dishonest and even playing her death for laughs, and that just made the scene a lot more tragic. I've been fucked up about this scene for days now and I hate it.

There's this weird thing about me where I tend to feel way too much empathy for fictional characters if I like their designs and/or their fates feel tragic enough to me. If I see something I don't like in a piece of fictional media, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth and a pit in my stomach for weeks. I've mentioned in earlier posts that this weird kind of empathy got me to make my FNAF and CatCF continuation fanfics. But I hate that I can't just get over these feelings really quickly or simply not feel them at all. It feels like torture sometimes, especially when I begin to beat myself up for it. It feels silly and juvenile for me to get all fucked up over a character in a piece of dumb fictional media. There's got to be some way to get over these kinds of feelings and once I figure it out, I think I'll be a much happier man.

[mldn1ghtm00n]

ok never let me cook anyways current things about midnight until I fix his lore fully and it isn't as messy (might be changed later ahhh im sorry if these are confusing) sorry if im just yapping nonsense sigh ill probably get jumped for this

tw for blood, suicide lalallala

• Midnight doesn't really give a fuck about anyone UNLESS they're close friends to him or they have something good that he, himself, wants (power, weapons, stuff like that). He wouldn't admit the second part tho, since he wants to have a good reputation. To add onto this, after a while, he'll brutally murder people with power without a second thought. They're just competition, or atleast he pictures the situation this way, so why not attempt to take their powers for himself? It's an advantage. Must do what you gotta do to survive.

• One of the reasons he kills and tortures people (unless, as I said, he can trust them or they're useful. Grat is an exception. Sorry friend.) is due to his schizophrenia and paranoia - he's convinced that if he doesn't go out of his way to commit murder, other people will gang up on him. He hasn't told anyone about his thoughts and hallucinations though, so it's just thought that he's entirely a bad person. Another reason is because he's just generally blood thirsty and murder brings him pleasure.

• Midnight isn't physically alive, or, well, not currently. This one will probably be a bit hard to read, so, my bad. Midnight hallucinates alot, but he's pretty good at hiding it. Anyways, Midnight has 2 types of hallucinations - good ones and bad ones. His good ones help him escape reality and feel at ease, which the worse ones are the complete opposite. They make him feel like shit and remind him of his terrible acts, which he feels guilty for, but he thinks they're justified. Back to the "physically alive" part. Midnight's mind plays with him from time to time, and this time he shouldn't have been carrying his blade.

This is also basically his main weapon that he carries everywhere for "protection", which it, in fact, is not for only protection. Midnight's suicidal death wasn't exactly planned, but he would've probably killed himself anyways, so that's a shame.

One of his more earlier designs, in which he clearly has the blade stuck in his chest. He can still feel intense pain, but he mostly doesn't ask or accept any help from others. Maybe it's just best if he suffers the pain alone. As I've stated 2 times before, one of Midnight's hallucinations made him escape his reality and picture himself holding a pup, which it was his own blade. He, of course, didn't realize this and just thought he could finally relax for a bit. He kept putting it up to his face and other places, not feeling the caused pain and intense blood loss. Finally, as he brang it up to his chest for a hug, he snapped out of it, instantly feeling the unbearable pain flowing through his body as he noticed the blade he just stabbed into his chest. Unable to really do anything else, he just stayed still, shaking violently, until he eventually collapsed.

• Now, don't rip on me for making him 6'7. Him being basically powerless makes up for that. He's tall, but not really OP. Midnight's surprisingly strong though, which makes it easier for him to go after other people. Actually, now that I think about it, throwback to the part where he steals other people's powers for himself. He's got some cool powers that he stole, which he hides them until he's found his next victim, stealing their powers too. Eventually, he'll collect enough power to be pretty OP too.

• In this form, Midnight is fully blind. He's able to navigate himself most of the time, but gives up if he doesn't reach his destination. His wings are slightly damaged, making him unable to fly as high. He can move his wings and fly up certain distances before the pain comes back. He generally has 6 pairs of wings :). He's WAY more emotional and honestly a crybaby. Couldn't be me. He's used to the pain caused by the blade at this point. Once again, he's pretty tall in this form too - 9'3. I know, I know, I've changed his height several times, but this one will be the main one from now on.

• Midnight is in absolute denial. He's bisexual. He likes men, but he tries to hide that. He also has a wife, which he loves and cares about. ^_^

• lalalalalallalalaalalaallaallalalallalala lalalalalalalal

• I've stated that Midnight isn't related to entitled heaven in any way, but he does believe in Day Sky. He most likely has a shrine based on her, which he prays to everyday.

that's probably all for right now,, also this isn't a character sheet ill make it later,, reminder I might change some of these

[raccoonfallsharder]

momophobia.⋆☁︎:･꧂ preview

[anticipated 3/19] ✩

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 27/40+ | wip | wordcount: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard | navigation ART: pearl’s character design | pearl & rocket’s bunk | heartspur scene | chapter one. nemotia. art by @/frostedwitch| rocket & pearl snuggle | adorable pearl x rocket selfie by @/starriidreams | sexy, evocative waterlily pearl x rocket painting by @/hibatasblog ♡ | NEW! rocket combs pearl's hair

bathtime confessions. warnings below.

“Sweetheart.” Pearl shifts on the copilot’s seat, nuzzling toward the sound of his voice, and Rocket lets his knuckles kiss her cheek again. He sweeps back a handful of hair, and plucks the cold compress from where it had nestled in her matted curls while she’d slept. Everything in him stretches for her, down to a cellular level. 

“Hmm?” she murmurs, soft as kitten-fur. He closes his eyes, and inhales: waterlily, clean canals, bone-dust and salt and blood. The scent of her, even tangled up with so much pain and fear, grounds him. At least she’s  still here, not left on HalfWorld or Cyxlore, not— not a broken, abandoned corpse on Knowhere.  His gut twists and his tongue suddenly feels thick and swollen, his whole mouth slick and sour. The space behind his eyes tightens and prickles.  “C’mon, doll,” he murmurs. “Lemme get you—“ Lemme get you somewhere safe and soft. “Lemme get you into bed.” She sits up slowly. The f’saki underneath her seat stirs. Her ponytail had been lopsided from the first moment he’d seen her in that stolen bootlace — tilted as drunkenly askew as she had been — but half her hair has loosened, falling in ragged tangled loops and knotted ringlets next to her face. He tries to keep his hands to himself now — she can’t possibly be interested in him touching her again; at the very least he should probably try groveling first — but he can’t keep himself from carefully cupping her chin in his fingers and tilting her face this way and that. There’s the cut on her puffed lip and the graze on her swollen cheekbone, the bloody divot above her brow that Drax had pulled closed with a steri-strip. It all reminds him too much of the cuts he’d left behind on her body that first night — the brutal, repeated thud of her head against the floor — and his throat throbs when he tries to swallow.  But she just looks at him with sleep-blurred moonsilver eyes, all soft and unfocused and timid. I just need to think, and I can’t with you looking at me like I’m some kind of monster.  Something slides right between his ribs, so piercing and sharp that his shoulders hunch convulsively and he curves inward, almost staggering under the arrow of it. “Are you okay?” she asks softly. The words bounce gently around the glass bubble of the cockpit, hushed between the shadows and stars.  His eyes gloss over. “Yeah, sweetheart. Come to bed with me?”

from chapter twenty-eight. momophobia. ✩ ‬ cicatrix masterlist.⋆☁︎:･꧂ navigation | fiction masterlist

a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs.

WARNINGS for this chapter: infinite angst (& comfort). woundcare. discussion of animal surgery, and medical & (i would argue) psychological torture. lots of non-smutty naked/partially-clothed intimacy and the occasional dirty thought (because rocket).

fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

banners & rose dividers by @/saradika-graphics pearl dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

[filthymeat]

"His Place"

Сoylecest (Coyle x fem!Coyle)

NSFW

"Now, get out of my office and back to your room," the doctor said, his nose already buried back in his paperwork, fully immersed once more in the intricacies of his work.

The man and woman exited the office, Coyle trembling with a volatile cocktail of rage and humiliation. He couldn't believe it – he was to be replaced, supplanted by his female counterpart. What made her superior? What enchantment had she woven around Hendrick? Was it simply… her womanhood? Damn women, always sticking their filthy noses where they didn't belong.

Suddenly, Leland grabbed the woman by her collar, slamming her back against the wall. She didn't flinch, didn't squeal like a piglet, as he'd anticipated. This was no fragile damsel, easily intimidated by a man's shout.

"Think you're so goddamn tough? Think you're better than me?" Leland snarled, his grip tightening on Lilly's collar. "I'll show you, you slut."

Her response was a slow, sardonic smile.

"Did your mother not love you enough, or what? It's not my fault you're such a pathetic excuse for a man," Lilly sneered, her taunts meticulously designed to ignite his fury.

He raised a hand to strike, but she was faster. With a swift, brutal movement, she reversed their positions, pinning him against the wall, his arm twisted painfully behind his back.

"You think you're better than me, yet you can't even control yourself. You are truly pathetic," Lilly whispered into his ear, her breath ghosting across his neck. A light lick followed. "But you know what makes you even more pathetic? Letting that doctor – and others – use you in secret. And I'm about to join the party."

Coyle opened his mouth to retort, but she cut him off with a chillingly calm voice.

"Don't even think about uttering something stupid. You'll only further humiliate yourself."

With her free hand, she trailed a finger down his side, her touch lingering at the edge of his trousers.

"Don't you dare, bitch! I'll fucking kill you!" he shrieked, but his female counterpart remained unfazed. Her hand was already inside his pants, sliding lower, exploring the forbidden territory of his arousal.

"Let's see how you sing when you cum on my fingers, sweetie," Lilly murmured, her voice a seductive purr.

Coyle continued to shout and struggle, but his female counterpart possessed unexpected strength. Her slender fingers slowly invaded him, eliciting a choked moan from Leland.

"Fuck… Stop… Bitch… Nnngh…" he gasped. Lilly's touch was different from the doctor's – warmer, more delicate, more… intimate.

"You don't want me to stop, do you? Be a good boy and admit it," she purred.

"Go to hell, whore…" he spat, the admission that he found this more arousing than his encounters with Hendrick a bridge too far.

"Already there, darling," she replied, her hand moving rhythmically, teasing his prostate. A long, shuddering moan escaped his lips, his resistance crumbling.

"I found it," she smirked, her fingers finding the sweet spot.

Soon, the corridor echoed with the sounds of wet friction and Leland's ragged breathing. The sergeant was losing himself, his hips involuntarily meeting her hand, desperate for more. He fought back the urge to climax, wanting the pleasure to last. His free hand stroked himself through his trousers, already damp with arousal. He didn't care if he came in his pants; all that mattered was the exquisite torture – and pleasure – of her touch.

Three fingers now worked their magic at the entrance to his world, driving him to the brink of madness. He moaned, a raw, animal sound, unconcerned that his beloved doctor might overhear. The pleasure was exquisite, overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation crashing over him.

Then, the inevitable release. Leland shuddered, a convulsive spasm rippling through his body as he climaxed, staining his trousers with his seed. His legs threatened to buckle beneath him, his mind a swirling vortex of post-orgasmic bliss.

Lilly withdrew her fingers, immediately bringing them to his open mouth.

"Lick them," she commanded.

Without hesitation, Coyle obeyed, lapping at her fingers with a fervor that belied his usual gruff demeanor. He sucked them, savoring the lingering taste of his own essence, as if they were the most exquisite delicacy he'd ever encountered.

"Good boy," Lilly purred, a hint of triumph in her voice. "Now you know your place."

Meanwhile, Hendrick switched off the security camera, turning to Clyde, whose face mirrored the bewilderment of the events that had just unfolded in the corridor.

"You really think replacing Leland with his female counterpart is a good idea?" Clyde asked, his gaze fixed on the closed door, a thoughtful frown etched on his features.

"No, of course not," Hendrick replied, his tone betraying a hint of amusement. "It was simply a matter of putting a particularly unruly canine in his place."

[jumpywhumpywriter]

On the note of Shadow throwing someone off a skyscraper to casually glean information from someone, are there any other unhinged things she’s done for the sole purpose that she just does not care about the implications (I don’t think that’s the right word. Like the human response to be averse to potentially causing harm to other humans? That makes it sound worse ignore that I think I meant no morals lol)?

Also, somewhat unrelated, the first thing that popped in my mind after reading that story was the dude being overly prepared from overthinking and proceeds to glide away like a flying squirrel in a glide suit. For the life of me, I can’t give that mental scene justice, and that probably wouldn’t happen in actuality knowing Shadow, but that mental image has been giving me life for the past few hours lol

ANYWAYS hope you’re having a wonderful day/night and are taking care of yourself and staying hydrated and all that jazz :]

-idk

(At the bottom of this answer I wrote a special mini-story about the wingsuit by the way)

There are actually several different stories/situations where Shadow does questionable things to get what she wants (whether it be information or she just reeeeeally enjoys scaring someone) and she is genuinely confused when Thomas tells her that's what shes doing is a bad thing or that it's immoral and not ethical. Or she DOES knows what's she's doing isn't moral, and just doesn't care. That happens sometimes too haha.

But here's a quick list of my favorite 5 short scenes I've posted so far where Shadow is at the least moral stage of her character development journey (there are also some fun morally-gray stories that I haven't gotten to post yet but are coming in the future) 👇

#1: Shadow Doesn't Want to Save Little Girl From Trapped Car (THIS ONE'S MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE of Shadow being morally-gray and Thomas being the moral one who's trying to force Shadow to 'be a better person' and be kind ((you can probably imagine how well that goes over with her))

#2: Double Hostage Situation - The Ultimate Uno-Reverse (Thomas is being held at gunpoint here to try and get Shadow to surrender... but Shadow has someone the person holding Thomas hostage wants too, and she leverages that power to the max, resulting in an awkward double-hostage standoff situation)

#3: Questionable Methods of Interrogation (Shadow wants to use violence to get information from someone, but Thomas doesn't have the stomach for torture, resulting in them arguing about the best way to handle the prisoner Shadow caught)

#4: Sadistic Hero vs Terrified Robbers (Shadow having the time of her life hunting down criminals in dark alleys and toying with them)

#5: Revenge is Sweet... but the Aftertaste is Bitter (Shadow brutally kills her old torturer in this one because Thomas isn't there to guilt-trip her into sparing him. Warning for the heavy violence in this one -- Shadow takes her sweet time making the kill)

Also, the idea about the man overthinking and having a glide suit on is HILARIOUS! I couldn't help indulging in a "what if" scenario, so I wrote a short funny scene just for you (it turned out WAY longer than I expected)

*This takes place right after Shadow drops him off the skyscraper*

Maknus's heart leapt to his throat when he felt Shadow let go of him, sending him plummeting down at the mercy of gravity. But, little did she know -- he was prepared. He was an overthinker, and as was his nature, his mind had already thought up every possible outcome when he first learned Shadow was after him. And considering the fact that she could fly, one of his brain trains considered being dropped from a high height as one of the ways Shadow might try to scare him into talking.

So, like any sane human would, he'd made sure to wear a wingsuit to work today as a precaution in case Shadow appeared and captured him -- which she did.

And now, as he fell off the skyscraper, he hastily ripped off his jacket, grabbing onto the designated handles of the wingsuit he'd worn underneath to spread the webbing out like a flying squirrel and desperately hoping it would work.

He rolled over in the air so that his front was facing down, and the webbing caught the wind, to his immense relief, slowing his descent and sending him gliding away.

Landing would be tricky, but at least he wouldn't end up splattered on the concrete in a mess of blood and gore. All he had to do was aim for some trees or a body of water and--

Crap. He heard wingbeats approaching, and groaned inwardly when a flash of white feathers appeared in his peripheral vision on his left, coming closer.

"Huh. Clever," Shadow remarked, gliding effortlessly next to him. "Not quite clever enough to let you get away, though. But you must have some serious anxiety issues to be this prepared for an encounter with me -- were you expecting to be dropped off a skyscraper today or something? You are ridiculously prepared."

"I just -- I overthink things a lot, okay?!" Maknus shrilled.

Shadow barked a laugh of disbelief. "You're telling me overthinking made you bring... whatever the heck you call this strange device with you to work today??"

"I mean, yeah?" Macknus squeaked uncertainly. "Hey, it worked, didn't it? I'm not falling anymore."

"This is... certainly not something I've seen before," Shadow mused, and dipped her right wing to steer closer and slightly up, so that she was gliding a foot above his back. "Fascinating invention, I'll admit." She curiously tugged at the webbing of the wingsuit, making Maknus wobble unsteadily.

"Can you please not do that?!?" Macknus panicked, fighting to regain his balance in the wingsuit.

Shadow rolled her eyes with a smirk. "I'm supposed to be interrogating you, remember? Not doing favors." She drifted down to glide next to him again, but veered closer so that her wing gave the edge of the wingsuit a light shove, causing Macknus to flail around in the air as he almost started falling out of the sky.

"You know, natural wings like mine are much more stable than that flimsy human-made creation," Shadow laughed cruelly, watching impassively as Macknus struggled and panicked before finding his balance again.

"I--I'm still not going to tell you anything," Macknus stammered. He couldn't keep the fear from his voice -- he was terrified.

"Oh?" Shadow raised an amused eyebrow at him, making sure he clearly saw as she unsheathed a small fighting blade from a sheath on her arm. "I'm willing to bet that funny-looking suit of yours isn't immune to getting holes poked in it. You forgot to consider that part, didn't you? Poor human."

Maknus swallowed hard. Because she was right – he hadn't thought that far ahead yet, despite his overthinking tendencies.

"W-Wait! Wait! Okay, you win! J-Just... don't kill me, o-okay?" Maknus quickly caved.

Shadow smiled wolfishly, her expression fully predator. She flipped over in the air so that she was gliding on her back, drifting underneath Maknus and his wingsuit -- and slashed her blade right through the webbing on his right side, ripping a long gash through the fabric.

Maknus immediately felt the loss of support as his whole body dipped in that direction, and he sucked in a gulping gasp of panicked air.

But before he could scream, Shadow grabbed his arm, her wings beating on either side of him as she kept him aloft.

"Here's what's going to happen now," she said calmly, "we're going back to the skyscraper, and if you still don't want to talk... I'll drop you from the roof again. Good luck gliding your way out of it this time with that huge hole in your suit."

Maknus's heart plummeted to the soles of his feet as Shadow escorted him straight back to the skyscraper she'd dropped him from the first time.

But she didn't need to do it again -- Maknus started talking right away.

[darkshadow90]

An Analysis of Art the Clown from the Terrifier movies

Hey guys. Since I watched the 3 Terrifier movies. I thought it would be fun to write an analysis of Art. I hope you enjoy it and if you feel comfortable please leave a comment. I’d love to know what you think.

I mentioned this in another post, but I’m a very casual horror movie watcher. I haven’t seen many slasher movies, so I’m not familiar with many of them. But going by the few I have seen there’s something about the Terrifier movies lured me in. Art the clown. I found out about Art when a compilation video of him showed up in my YouTube feed. I found him to be compelling because he has so much personality and can say so much with his gestures and facial expressions without saying a word. Shameless plug, I even wrote a one shot for him based on the scenes I saw. This was before I saw any of the movies. I feel like some silent killers are kind of cool like their designs are cool, but they’re usually wearing a mask so you can’t see their faces. They don’t have much of a personality outside of killing people. But with Art he enjoys killing people because it’s fun to him and he thinks it’s hilarious to torment people. Art is the opposite of a clown. Clowns are supposed to bring joy to people and make them laugh, but Art is killing people and tormenting them because it’s fun to him. He’s doing it for his own amusement. He wants to bring as much pain, misery, and suffering as possible to everyone he meets. It’s also part of what makes him so scary.

Art brutally kills people. He doesn’t just stab them a few times or quickly decapitate them. He draws their deaths out. He tortures them physically and sometimes psychologically to make sure they feel every ounce of pain. It’s not just about killing people. He’s so fucking mean spirited and nasty. And he’s a petty bitch, too. In the first movie Dawn mocks him by taking a selfie with him and boops his nose. Then later just before he saws Dawn in half he boops her nose, then after she’s dead he takes a selfie with her dead body.

Art can be really funny and goofy sometimes, and I know that’s done help relieve tension and make the kills work. But I also think the goofy shit is part of the game with his victims. He’s funny, playful and creepy at first, but if his victims don’t play along or he feels his fun is ruined, he drops the act immediately and that smile is replaced with an eerily serious frown and his eyes are cold and dead. Those are his true colors. When Art stops goofing around and gets serious, that’s when he’s at his scariest for me. I would rather be killed by Michael Myers than Art if I had a choice. I know there still isn’t a lot of information about Art, but I wonder if he has some kind of medical background. He seems to know what parts of the body to mutilate in order to cause the most pain. The weapons he has can also be used for medical purposes like scalpels and other kinds of knives. He also occasionally uses sedatives to drug people and kidnap them. He seems to know the right amount to drug them with. He has to have gotten that knowledge and the stuff to make his weapons from somewhere, right? He has a high degree of intelligence. He’s not a typical slasher villain. He can drive, use a phone, he knows how to lure in victims to trap them. He breaks several “slasher rules” and honestly it’s really dope. It makes him stand out more.

Another thing that makes Art fucking terrifying is that everyone is fair game to him. Usually in the slasher movies I’ve seen the victims are usually teenagers, but Art goes after everyone. The second he sees someone it’s over they’re fucked. Regardless whether or not his victims are nice to him he almost always brutally kills them. No one is safe from him. I think by making victims likeable it solidifies how evil Art is, and it makes it all the more satisfying when Sienna kicks his ass. I think Art is a coward. I’ve noticed whenever someone gains the upper hand he does cowardly things. When Tara beats the shit of of him, he fights dirty by taking out a gun and shoots her. Then when the police show up he shoots himself to avoid being apprehended. Then in the second movie when Sienna gains the upper hand and is stabbing Art with the sword, he tries to get away. Same thing happens in the third movie while Sienna is trying to save Gabby Art gets away before Sienna can kill him.

So yeah, Art is an irredeemable, pure evil person. He’s vicious, petty, nasty, sadistic, and he’s a coward. But I also can’t completely hate the fucker because he can be goofy and dare I say adorable sometimes. But it’s all an act and he’ll eventually show his true colors. Hope y’all enjoyed this.

Once again on an unrelated note, I’ll eventually get around to posting more one shots. I feel I should mention this now. I won’t write NSFW stuff for him. I’m not attracted to clowns and I’m sure as hell not attracted to him. I’m also not going to romanticize him. I’m sticking to his characterization in the movies. I have some ideas, but one of them is kind of out there. I’ll see how it goes. If you’re interested you can read my 911 one shot. It’s called Art the Clown: Reader calls 911. I’d like to know what you think of it 🙂

[puffpastrycrimewatch]

Mirame

Omg this took so long, I hope you guys like my world and want to see more it, I did doodles of all the gods so you have a visual of them, lol let me know who's your favorite and why

So, in my story Mirame the world is high fantasy

let's start with the a little bit about the world then gods we'll go over the races in a different post

The world

For now we're calling this world Mirame (Spanish for look at me)

Mirame has floating islands kept up by waves of magic left behind from dead gods, hollow mountains, magic that flows through almost anything, different planes of existence such as Gahenna (hell) that can be passed through with the right amount of magic, demons, fairies, bug people and much more!

The world is entering a Renaissance when the story starts, technology has just begun, there are magic trains and cars.

I'll go more into the depths in a separate posts in the future

GODS

The gods have different jobs to keep mortals alive and the plane of existence from falling, even if they don't want to, they don't all get along with each other, they're at each other's throats in the present

Brugmansia

(concept art, still feeling out her design)

The weaver of life, she's quite narcissistic and looks down on mortals, she has a son called tentsosra, she cares deeply for him, she also has a right hand man, he's more rude than brugmansia.

Brugmansia created a race called Erklings, she created them in her own image, she has very high standards for them and if they don't meet them there are consequences.

Mortals always hunt down her creations as trophies or for rituals, in order to stop humanity from touching her beautiful creations (creatures and plants) she created monsters that solely attack mortals, such as sirens, forest guardians, trolls, etc.

Brugmansia often kills mortals in the most brutal ways possible, to teach them a lesson.

brugmansia is very injured at the start of the story due to Satra attacking her with a new disease, at the start of the story brugmansia is at her weakest and most vulnerable.

Tentsosra

(concept art)

God of the elements, born from a seed brugmansia found and watered with her tears tentsosra was born, treated like a son making him loyal to Brugmansia willing to risk his life to protect her

He is kinder than his mother and more curious by nature

Tentsosra created a race of people called Obi that can change from human to animal, however they have been hunted to extinction at least that's what most think, barely anybody knows of their existence

Known for hunting mortals on Brugmansia's behalf

Tentsosra is worshiped by huntsman seeking a bountiful hunt as well as protection from brugmansia's creations.

Katabasis

(Since I already did a post about katabasis I'll just dig a little deeper into them and where and what their domain is)

God of the afterlife, they control what happens to your soul, Katabasis has direct connections to Gahenna (hell) and is in charge of keeping the peace with them, as an all out war for the mortal plane can spell out disaster.

Katabasis fascination with mortals is quite disturbing, Katabasis used to torture souls or treat them kindly to see their reactions, like tearing a bugs legs off

Some see katabasis as a bad omen, others celebrate Katabasis hailing them as the greatest god of all

Katabasis domain is on the edge of life and death, they have subjects called psychopomps, they help Katabasis with sorting and escorting souls, unfortunately some souls are rebellious and still have fight in them transforming them into undead creatures, often distorted beyond recognition, they're often dealt with by Amelia Vilheart.

Satra Nosferatu

(concept art, I'm still redesigning her lol)

God of gluttony, disease, and cannibalism. Satra loves the taste of Ko'nari flesh specifically, but she's not picky she'll eat any mortal she can get her hands on. Satra hates brugmansia with a passion, they have fought countless times, however recently Satra had lost but left brugmansia deeply injured, she had slinked into the earth, recovering and waiting to attack any moment.

Satra is very childish, but also surprisingly smart in tactics, she used to be Brugmansia's ORIGINAL creation, staying by Brugmansia's side like her daughter until Brugmansia saw Satra devouring one of her creations that's when brugmansia banished and disowned her.

Satra has minions called nymes, they usually dig through the head of someone and drag their body for Satra to consume, they also grave rob, but there are ways to ward them off, by calling on your God to protect your loved ones graves of begging on your hands and knees fod satra to desecrate your loved ones corpse.

Moshi Yama

(concept art, I also need to redesign her, also yeah your eyes bleeding is supposed to happen-☠️)

Goddess of parties and lust but she used to be the god of prosperity, she was worshiped by the fairies, they loved her but ever since the incident they despise her and call her a disgrace to the gods.

Moshi Yama has the ability to bend and warp reality, some think it's just illusions though, it's like being on acid

she was born from the legendary gods Malachite and Parhassus, they died from their love for each other and decided to give birth to Moshi Yama and Amato Yama causing them to perish in a beautiful and tragic display of their love, Moshi Yama and Amato Yama were mischievous when they were younger causing the other gods problems

fast forward Amato Yama had betrayed Moshi Yama attacking her worshipers city at that moment Moshi Yama had given up and decided to lay low and have sex with many mortals searching for something, until one day she noticed great potential in one of Amato Yamas generals, a possible new god

Amato Yama

(still designing ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)

God of war but he used to be the god of trickery

as you know he is the twin of Moshi Yama, he hated this fact, he felt like he was her shadow, constantly overlooked, until one day he decided he would rise up, so he ordered his worshipers to attack Moshi Yamas "pawns" and so began his empire

he grew a nation and ruled it himself, which is blasphemous for gods, they're not supposed to interfere to that extent, so when Neiths husband went to stop him Amato Yama was furious and so they fought and unfortunately Amato Yama won, feeling the rush of victory and the hatred of the gods he decided he would kill all the gods until he was left

Neith

Goddess of the sun and knowledge, she has a daughter named Mao, her husband unfortunately died by Amato Yamas hands.

She's about 10 feet tal and has been alive throughout creations of mortals, her godly form is said to be as big a 4 mountains by her followers.

Neith covers herself head to toe to conceal herself as she grieves her husband's death, nobody remembers how she looks, it's been lost to time, she has a horn that can be pulled out to reveal a spear, she never uses it unless the situation is dire, she often avoids confrontation.

Her followers are very secretive, and share knowledge with Neith

Mao (also known as the Phoenix)

The god of freedom and flames, she's only been around for 8 hundred years but it seems she already has a whole city devoted to her.

She has a horn like her mother that can be pulled out to reveal to be a javelin

Mao has left her mother's side and is now trying to inspire the mortals of the world and to help them just like her father, however she doesn't know what it's like to be mortal so sometimes she makes bad decisions and causes troubles for her worshipers.

Mao was born with the ability to control flames to the extent that she can cause it to not hurt but heal somebody, the same as her father.

Mao feels like she must prove herself worthy to be known as the daughter of one of the greatest gods to exist

Castile

(concept art)

God of the moon and entropy

She's a child, and possibly from the plane of Gahenna

She is afraid of becoming a monster and destroying everyone as prophecied

As she grows older the more stronger and uncontrollable she becomes, her body grows more and more with devilish features, she does not know her parents all's shes known is a giant empty castle and her ghostly caretaker Cerberus.

When the story begins Castile has herself in a deep slumber so she would not harm, using her astral protection to help her followers

Castile loves her followers as they love her, she does not care for what they do or harm she is just so greatful to be herself again.

The consequences of her power include uncontrollable hunger, heightened ability to hear, increased strength, sharp nails, increased magical abilities and new spells, and if consumed enough a full vampirism transformation in which you can either lose yourself to the monster inside and only watch through empty lenses or gain full control with ultimate power and intellect, which is very rare the average is lost self.

The one major problem with castile is she doesn't know how to help mortals as a God and ends up making lives more worse and those around them but she sees her meedling as helpful, castile didn't even know she was God until she slumbered

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Holy shit, you get all of that? (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

[silverspleen]

@your-royal-highness-of-trash

Pulled out into TWO new posts b/c I cannot be subjecting my friends to one longpost but rather many smaller posts with the majestic read more tool. I hope this is cool.

(Context. My reply to This.)

THE GRIM HALF tw warcrimes torture it's a CoD ramble my beloved followers know it's time for me to be Unhinged on Main

I don't know if I would call Jacob Geller's video essays on Call of Duty fun. Like, they very much aren't designed to be consumed from a fandom lens. They are super intellectually engaging and enlightening but also really grim since he does absolutely talk about the real life political motivations that go into CoD as a work of art, specifically propaganda art. And talks about, you know, real war crimes done by real people in real life. I have made multiple irl friends watch them.

None of them are into FPS games so this is basically my torture I am doing to my friends as I desperately try to rationalizing enjoying Call of Duty as an adult with a functioning brain. Who notices things like, yeah. We made up a middle eastern country for this one huh lads? We made that shit up so we don't have to make any actual comments about the United States' current complicity in this whole war and terrorism thing huh? WE'RE DOING A HISTORICAL REVISIONISM ARE WE??? I wouldn't have noticed the historical revisionism without this video essay and you know what? It's super fucked up. CoD does wacko stuff all the time, both for manufactured drama and for silly propaganda reasons, and when it jumps the shark is when it's the most conventional fun I think. I think Geller is onto something where he says that the writers went into this thinking they were doing the story in the best way possible with character driven stuff - and therefore it doesn't REALLY matter where Farah is from to them, they can just make up a country because it's general backstory vibes that impact her behavior that matter, not cultural details. Also how Alex can get away with being a terrorist but in a nbd way because yeah he is one, that's what happens when you desert to a faction that literally gets classified as a terrorist organization babyyy - but sitting at a perspective completely divorced of all the political and societal nuances in real life that makes the actual manifested story have impact outside of itself. And the US government is like "hell yeah, America! more kids will think guns and soldiers are cool and great. A+ plot or whatever put more suicide bombers in it" and that's that.

Being invited to my clusterfuck of an apartment like SIT ON MY COUCH WE'RE WATCHING THE POLITICS OF COD MW 2019.

Poor Gaz is the other character besides Farah with the strongest sense of like, justice and doing "the right thing" and this man gets ALL the ethically questionable as fuck levels and I know why. It's so they can do a propaganda and show like, ok this must be a justifiable offense because the Good Guy player surrogate character can accept it. I see you! I see you CoD writers!

not CoD but always relevant - "Rationalizing Brutality: The Cultural Legacy of the Headshot"

His video essays "Who's Afraid of Modern Art" and "Judaism and Whiteness in Wolfenstein" are both personal favorites. Though I am so so biased towards his review of Dead Space 2 that's just like 40 minutes of him being like "this game rocks" because yeah, mood.

Anyway I am putting this in a box and throwing it into the ocean next post is the fun part of CoD it's shipping time this is my dichotomy this is how I must live my life.

[savemeaimeemann]

The second chapter of my fic is on

AO3

Everything is Romantic

Chapter 02 // The Kettle is Whistling

Following the line of police cars to Arkham late that night, Genie slipped in as a guard, courtesy of a so-called "friend." The disguise was easy enough to get; she just needed an oversized uniform and a hat to tuck her hair under. She looked plain and forgettable, which was exactly the point.

"I'm supposed to check in here. Mike called me to help with an inmate," she said, keeping her voice steady.

"Fine. Just get moving, we don't have all day... and you're starting now? At this time of night? Typical... lazy," the guard grumbled, waving her through.

Genie ignored him and headed quickly down the hallway, hoping it was the right direction. Shouts echoed from every direction, but there was one voice louder than the rest, coming from the upper floors.

Her sixth sense was right. Arthur.

Footsteps thudded above her, heavy and fast, like a chase was already underway.

One hour ago

“Remember when I told you I had some delightful intel on the abuse in Arkham? Well, tonight—let’s hope I’m wrong—but I think I can snag some proof. If I hear anything juicy, I’ll signal you with a flashlight from the nearest window facing the front. You need to get your team in fast, or I’ll just have to do it myself. And we both know how that ends.”

“Genie, I get that you can’t stand those guards, but come on... You’re not the first to whistleblow. Why is this suddenly urgent?”

“Because you owe me, Henry. And deep down, you know it. Now, let’s make this a little fun, shall we? You used to be such a good sport.”

“You mean when you were a mercenary instead of a lawyer? I really deserve this, don’t I?”

“Oh, absolutely. Nothing says fun like a bit of chaos. Now let’s get to it.”

“Gen, I swear to God, you better be right about this… you know that there r actually things going on the city that really really attention? thanks to your new toy/lover boy”

“Oh, fuck! Like what? Where were you when people like Arthur needed your help?”

“God, can you hear yourself? You acting as if you have.. idk.. a heart?.. are you sick, Genie?”

“Ughhh…”

Fine, Commander Killjoy. I’ll have two teams ready—one for the front, one for the back. Just be discreet with the signal, and for God’s sake, don’t do anything reckless. I can’t cover for your... extracurriculars like I used to.”

“Yes, Mom. I’ll behave. Promise! But no guarantees I won’t have a bit of fun…”

“Gen…”

“A tiny, tiny bit!”

“God, if you r right then.. lets see..”

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"I'm gonna f***ing murder you all!" Arthur's scream echoed through the halls.

"Sure, Arthur, and I'm the Queen of Sabah..." One of the guards muttered under his breath as she crept closer.

She could hear everything, and the guards weren’t even trying to be discreet about it. Their voices carried clearly, a brutal mix of punishment and humiliation meant for Arthur, but loud enough for the rest of the inmates to catch every word. Arthur was even atempting with some jokes.. using the little humor letf in him. But it was too late, it was designed to crush any hope he might have been stirring up among them.

Genie followed the screams, keeping a safe distance. She saw them drag Arthur into a bathroom, shoving his head under the faucet and tossing him around like he was nothing. It was the kind of old-fashioned torture you’d expect in a place like this—nothing subtle, just raw violence dressed up as discipline.

Inside, one guard was already straddling Arthur while the other two held him down, too busy laughing at their own horrid little show to realize they'd soon be part of a very different act.

Genie moved fast. Like a shadow slipping in behind the guard hovering over Arthur, she bent low, wrapping her fingers into his greasy hair, pulling just hard enough to make him flinch.

“Are you all turned on for me?” she whispered, her lips curling into a smile that sent shivers.

The pocket knife was out before he had a chance to blink—her wrist flicking expertly as she dragged the blade across his throat. A swift, clinical cut. He barely had time to register what happened before blood sprayed out, splattering the floor in vibrant arcs.

“Oops,” she said, her voice sweetly mocking as she turned to the others, standing there like stunned cattle.

They got a lovely shower of their friend’s blood. Thats for sure.

One guard blinked rapidly, his jaw hanging trying to process the whole scene while standing up as if to run. “What the hell? Who are you?”

“Go on,” she taunted, leaning back against the wall, casual as you please. “I locked all the doors on my way in, so you can scream. Please, do. I’m dying for your moral lesson, now”

One of them bolted—because, of course, there’s always a runner. But Genie? She wasn’t finished with the one right in front of her.

“You could be nex—”

Bang. The bullet hit his knee before he could finish, and his legs buckled with a sickening crack. He screamed, obviously, but Genie just watched him squirm, dispassionately driving her knife into his thigh to keep him entertained.

“Arghhh!”

She cocked her head, feigning curiosity. “Are you serious?” Her voice dripped with boredom.

From behind her, the other guard—the one who had backed himself near the door—finally put two and two together. “Jesus! I know you… You’re that lawyer wh—”

Before he could finish, she slammed her boot into his groin. The way his body collapsed to the floor was almost...artistic. The hairpin was already in her hand as she tugged off her cap, shaking her hair free.

“Squeeler!” She stepped forward, crouching down with the kind of smile that never reached her eyes. He spat in her face—charming.

Her hand froze mid-motion. She wiped the spit off slowly, too slowly, and gave him a smile that promised terrible things. “Well, now that was just rude. But don’t worry, I know a little trick.”

She pinned him down with ease, pressing the venom-laced hairpin dangerously close to his wide, terrified eye. “Normally, I only need one pin, but tonight feels special, doesn’t it?”

She glanced over her shoulder at the second guard, still whimpering and bleeding out by Arthur. He looked pitiful. Pathetic, really. A puppet with its strings cut.

The guard beneath her whimpered. “Please… don’t…”

“Oh, but darling,” she cooed, leaning closer, eyes gleaming. “You’re going to love this.” She pressed the pin against his eye, watching with satisfaction as it punctured, releasing the venom in a quick, clean pop. His scream filled the room, echoing off the walls like music. Beautiful, horrible music.

Arthur, face-down in a pool of his own blood, was silent now. Not dead—just detached, floating somewhere far away. He wasn’t part of this anymore, even tho he could feel the warm blood running on the floor, close to him.

She turned back to the second guard, who was clutching his knee, blood spilling out faster than his bravado. “What’s wrong? I’m not doing it for you?” she teased, tilting her head, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Where’s your sense of humor?”

He spat again. Ugh. Men and their disgusting bodily fluids.

Genie sighed, wiping her face with exaggerated disgust. “Classy. Alright then, guess I’ll just have to amuse myself.”

She leaned in close, voice dropping to a whisper. “Let’s see how funny things can get…”

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"Enough, Genie!!!"

There he was—Connor, her reliable but constantly exasperated police friend—standing right in front of her, hands on his hips, looking like a babysitter who’s just walked in on the house on fire.

“I’ve got the team downstairs,” he said through gritted teeth. “I knew you were going to mess this up. Now, get out of here. Let me handle it from here.”

“But wait! I haven’t even finished threatening this one yet—he’s going to be my witness! I’ve got his wife and kids all nicely under the radar... just give me a minute—”

“A what?” The guard, in a daze of pain and disbelief, somehow found his voice.

Connor cut in before Genie could answer. “I’ll do it, G. Just leave. Now.”

Genie rolled her eyes, but there was no humor behind it. “Not without him!” She pouted, jabbing a finger at Arthur, - like a child pointing at her favorite teddy bear - still lying on the floor, drowning in a growing sea of his own blood of the two lifeless guards.

Connor sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Yes, I know... just... get out of my sight. Both of you.” He gestured toward the scene, the chaos she'd created. “I’ll clean this up, G, but this is it. We’re calling it quits after this. You went too far—it's going to be damn near impossible not to incriminate you at this point.”

Genie grinned, as if the whole thing was a compliment. “But I know you’ll do a great job figuring it all out. You always do.” She gave his hair a playful ruffle as she moved toward Arthur, completely ignoring the tension in the air.

Connor recoiled.

G was close to Arthur’s face now, “Ugh, don't want you in touch or breathing that! God knows what they have in their blood.. not higienical, Arthur!, get up!”

Arthur, meanwhile, wasn’t even present in the moment. His body was here, sure, but his mind? Gone. Probably off somewhere nicer, floating between half-consciousness and whatever place your brain goes when it’s been off meds for days.

Genie crouched next to him, feigning concern with a wicked glint in her eye. “C’mon, princess. Do I have to carry you too?”

Arthur didn’t respond. He couldn’t, really. Not that she needed him to, she already knew the deal.

He was alive, she was sure of that, but she should have come sooner.