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tryingtimi · 16 days ago

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75 for the spotify ask game!

@bloodlessheirbyjacques <3

Wait for Me, My Sweet

This song haunted me for months because I knew I wanted to write something for it, but didn’t know what. Then it hit me. I already had a perfect story for it.

Tiny context: Selys is Lady Lyonette’s spawn and they have a (you guessed it) very toxic, very servant-master relationship. Selys however fell in love with a mortal and because of plot circumstances, Lady Lyonette turned this lover into a basically zombie as a punishment, chained to Selys so he could never die.

EXPLORATION | TW: GRAPHIC DECAY | TW: TOXICITY | WC: 1,561

The preternatural pain throbbed through Selys’s long-dead artery. A sensation he would miss on numerous days; the flaming of his cold skin, the piercing ache as it plucked through with a silent pop, the oh-so-torturous itch to make it stop.

The stir of something coming alive within a crumbling shell without the soft beating of a heart.

Selys missed it so many times through the days; still, he��d swallow back the memory of bile on his silver tongue in these burgundy walls' confines.

“Where are you headed next, Salvatore?” Lady Lyonette inquired, the silk of her voice sandpaper on his skin. She posed before her cherry wood vanity, delicate brush correcting the dark paint on her lips. Her reflection slithered and danced in a grotesque no-shape.

Selys swiped the last drops of crimson from his neck. “Home.”

Such an insignificant detail shouldn’t have had the weight to lie about. And yet his tongue longed to twist in the plea long given up on and forgotten, leaving only the ache of wanting, but never doing. The quiet prickling inside his head, a phantom presence lingering in the back of his mind — even if… when he tried to, he couldn’t deceive his Lady.

Her vibrant emerald eyes flicked at him through the mirror. And so Selys coated his voice in honey, bearing the dread spreading through his bones. “I’m heading home, my lady.”

“Home,” she mocked, velvet nightgown sliding off a soft brown shoulder. “Will your fondness of mortal concepts ever tire out, darling?” She released him from her stare. He let out a breath that had been trapped inside his lungs by her will. Lady Lyonette’s focus began to wither away from him.

“Should it? But you find it most entertaining, my lady.” Selys started buttoning his shirt, drenched, then dried and ruined on the neckline. He kept his voice daring enough to make her smile, wholly averting her attention from his inner world.

“I’m glad. I thought I drained you out of your precious wit.” She lifted the finely crafted comb from her desk, sliding through her chestnut locks. “I do find it entertaining.” Selys adjusted his scarf around the open wounds on his neck and slipped up his coat while walking to her with a smile so sweet. She didn’t turn, yet Selys’s skin crawled underneath as she spoke. “And if you insist upon the sentiment, then let yourself never forget; we are the only home you’ll ever have, my darling Salvatore.”

There was no need to face him. Her softly spoken words had the haunting sharpness of her fangs, sinking into the freshly torn flesh on his neck, blind yet precise. His shoulders struggled enough to keep him straight, but he did not falter.

Selys leaned over and planted a kiss on her ice-cold cheek. “Never, my lady.”

A smile; a venomous, hypnotising smile she gifted him, something to remind him of his place. Only then he was free to leave.

He left the plush room through the curving double doors, a silent servant close on his heel. None were allowed to stroll the manor’s unearthly halls alone. Especially not if they wanted to find their exit.

Selys scraped at his thumb inside his coat’s pocket, breaking skin to keep his weak knees stiff and moving. The servant shuffled past him in the dimly lit hallway and opened the entrance with a creak. Time moved simultaneously too quickly and too slowly inside Lady Lyonette’s mansion, and so Selys grew used to finding himself outside fast enough when he didn’t strain to escape.

The bite of late winter brought back the hollow coolness of his body. It put a lightness in his steps that the hope of getting away could only. He walked through the dying garden, where trees bent under blinding white snow piles, and bushes lay bare, leaving the animals without the last of their shelters. Selys strolled through it as if chased, the lingering attention of his Lady way too present on these grounds. The wound on his neck pulsed raw like the moment she freed his blood into her throat.

He couldn’t rush, or plant the idea of a hunt. Therefore he arrived at the sculpted iron gates in a calm daze. His head swayed, and the dizziness of blood loss — the ridiculously mortal consequence of her feast kept eating at his concentration. He kept going, nevertheless.

Through the exposed branches that reached towards him like bone fingers, through the roads frozen and dead, through the city that finally came into sight. He straightened from the lamplights and the bustling of the concrete life. Lady Lyonette once asked him why he’d live in such a place, and he answered briefly. He wouldn’t have told her it was the only place that didn’t care about them. The only place that could devour and swallow the ancient, leaving them just as mortal as humans.

Selys inhaled the smog of the city, feeling the tangible waning of Lady Lyonette’s grip on his consciousness.

A short time later, he turned into a small house with a single floor and a garden tended to well enough. There were no neighbours, its street framed by a bakery, a flower shop, a graveyard and a church. Selys bought a bouquet in the shop before he sauntered up to the house.

Inside, the living room breathed a new sensation into him. The familiar brown of his home scraped away the last of her essence, leaving her just out of reach. There was no closing out fully, he was her creation after all. But he’d find the line that kept the illusion of being close without giving himself up to the proximity.

“I’m home,” he crocked, closing out the cold behind him.

The house rang with his words, receiving no response.

Selys stripped out of his coat, and scarf, the wound on his neck pulsing less and less real.

His home was not entirely different from hers. The antique furniture from his favourite times, the treasures he collected throughout his lifetime — but his had the touch of something else. Selys grabbed the crystal vase from the front table, where withered flowers nodded into demise. Their lovely scent disappeared with their passing, and the smell of rot bloomed into focus again.

After he’d switched out the water, and placed the fresh flowers in, Selys aimed to the bedroom on the other end. The words of Lady Lyonette echoed in his head; “...we are the only home you’ll ever have.” With a clearer head, Selys could release the despise, the numb loathing trashing in his chest. He stepped into the half-moonlit room and lit a kerosene lamp.

“I’m back,” he said, closing the door behind him.

Léon growled on the bed, shying away from the light. Despite his clear disturbance, he remained seated, snarling quietly through his lipless mouth. Selys picked out the formaldehyde balm from one of the drawers and walked up to Léon. He kneeled before him, the sight of his chained ankle dragging a sigh out of his lungs. The skin peeled away where the metal met flesh, too decayed to stay attached to the bone. “Longed for a walk again, I see.”

Selys pulled off the ripped, dead skin while Léon softly grumbled but otherwise did not respond much to the act. The pungent smell of rot puffed into the air as Selys put it into the trash bag, closing it tight. Freed, some of Léon’s shin bone shined around the ankle, the chain clinking as he slid his feet forward, then back.

Selys poured some of the balm on a textile tissue and began patting at Léon’s decomposing arm. His neck throbbed, but the usually numbed pain in his chest shrieked and boiled up as it always did after a feast. On his face, Léon wore the memory of his freckled, golden skin, lips chewed away by decay, eyeholes soon exposed with time. Selys softly massaged his once elegant fingers, careful not to scrape off more skin.

“Do you remember what you told me during your proposal?” he asked in his self-inflicted mandatory talking session. Sometimes, he thought he’d gotten a glimpse of recognition. But more times, he was convinced his mind finally gave in to the unending repetition of his lives.

Léon growled, glassy eyes forward, unfocused.

“You’ve told me how romantic it would be to rot next to each other. A crude humour, given my nature. But I was always enamoured by dark comedians, and you were one gem among the many.” He inhaled the sharp scent of the chemical balm and the smell of a never coming rest. “You then told me you meant it, that you wanted to live and die with me. That you’d walk in death beside me. You sweet, sweet lover boy.”

The once thick, yet short hair on Léon’s head weakened, almost fully fallen out. Still, Selys caressed it like silk, cupping his face in balm-coated hands then. “She’ll be done for soon, I’ll make sure of it. And you’ll be back,” he whispered his eternal promise, again and again, night after night. He carefully pulled the rotten forehead to his, the stench of blackened organs and the all too familiar sour taste of death sneaking up to his nostrils. “You wait only a little more, my sweet.”

#Project Lonel #Selys Dumweremere #btw Selys have lik three names so Salvatore is one of them lol #its what he uses in the backstory #anyway #writeblr #writing community #vampire fiction #tw: graphic decay #tw: toxitcity #idk the title yet #its pretty disturbing and sick at some point #but theyre vampires so what can you do

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groovybun-png · 4 months ago

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I want to step out of my comfort zone and improve myself by trying to draw some dark or taboo themed art but we live in society where ppl will call you a predator for it

#“as long as you don't fetishize/sexualize/romanticize it” just say “as long as you don't condone it irl” instead pls #i'm sick of these “-ize” words #bcs my oc's backstory is pretty disturbing and uncomfortable and that scares me to think that ppl would come after me

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amischiefofmuses · 20 days ago

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⚡ [ For Stryfe, Cable, Wade, and Rocket! ]

✧✦⭒ SONG ASSOCIATIONS — || Accepting

⚡ A song that my muse would listen to

Firewall or Your World Will Fail by Les Friction

I feel like Stryfe would love the epic orchestral rock style of Les Friction, especially these two songs. He'd fully believe 'Your world will fail' is a song for him - when realistically it suits Cable's messiah thing more- and that about sums up how these two often work. 'Firewall' would probably be something to pump him up, make himself feel powerful and ready for anything. Additional Les Friction songs he might like: Louder Than Words, Dark Matter, & Who Will Save You Now.

Feeling Good by Muse

A 'down time' song (or as close as he ever gets to taking proper down time) - he's sat there maintaining his gear or keeping a watchful eye on things, this is playing in the background. I don't imagine he's much of a singer but he'll be humming along, maybe occasionally muttering lyrics to himself.

Rasputin by Boney M. (or any songs on THIS PLAYLIST)

This specific song was on his playlist before he and Colossus began having a THING- but you know for a fact it's seen most of its plays around the big metal teddy bear nowadays, with an emphasis on 'Russia's greatest love machine'. Yes, Wade has learned the dance. Yes, he does intend to show it off once he gets the perfect moment to do so.

She by Headshot

While enjoying a lot more of the upbeat music to relax to, I don't doubt Rocket would have an AMAZING playlist for a firefight. Something to help him really lock in. This would be one of those songs. Quietly playing in the background so that he can be on comms but present nonetheless. He's admittedly surprised how hooked he is on Terran music and blames Quill for it entirely.

#[I'm so passionate about music mannnnnn- shit like this is pure serotonin to me I swear to god]#Their Adulation || Stryfe Ask #Rightful Legacy || Stryfe HC #Accessing Data || Cable HC #Comms Disturbance || Cable Ask #Breaking The Fourth Wall || Deadpool Ask #Oh So Tragic Backstory || Deadpool HC #Incoming || Rocket Ask #Schematics || Rocket HC #euphoriabled #long post cw

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ace-s-fave-tv-shows · 9 months ago

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Twinkle Eyed Pony G4 Redesigns

Whenever I see a G4 redesign that makes one of the Mane 6 a twinkle eyed pony I'm not gonna lie, I am disappointed that they always pick Rarity by default because her whole thing is gemstones.

I, on the other hand, think that if any of the Mane 6 should be a Twinkle eyed pony it should be Pinkie Pie, and that the Pie family being Twinkle eyed ponies, should be their connection to the Apple family.

Let me explain.

Okay, so the Twinkle Eyed Pony origin story in G1, as far as I know (they could have another origin, this is just the only one I know of) is that in a comic, G1 Applejack is captured by an evil jewel wizard (or sorcerer? It's an evil magic man), and forced into slavery working in a magical gem mine with a bunch of other ponies who've been in there far longer than her.

The pony slaves who've been trapped in the caves for so long, tell Applejack to escape before she becomes like them. Who've been trapped underground, toiling away in the dark mine for so long, that their eye sight has deteriorated to the point of blindness. Or at least to the point that their eyes are too sensitive for them to go out during the daylight.

So after hearing this Applejack attacks the Jewel wizard (presumably killing him, like it says he fell to The End of the Earth), and smashes his jewel throne, freeing the enslaved ponies. She then starts to lead them out of the cave, telling them to follow her and that she'll guide them, because of their extremely poor eyesight.

It's only when they reach daylight, that Applejack and the twinkle eyed ponies learn that their eyes were healed when Applejack smashed the throne made of magic jewels. Returning sight to the enslaved ponies, but also causing their gemstone eyes to develop.

[Also, in this AU Twinkle Eyes are a genetic thing, as in they're passed down to their descendants. Which is not the case in G1 canon, multiple G1 Twinkle Eyed Ponies have babies, and none of them inherit the Twinkle Eyes.

Meaning that the Twinkle Eyes are more like magical scarring as a result of their eyes being healed by gemstone magic, rather than them being a unique pony subspecies within the canon of G1.

I know they're not supposed to be genetic in G1, but this is about a fanon G4 version of Twinkle Eyed Ponies, that I'm making up, in order to justify Pinkie having Twinkle Eyes. Okay.]

So I'd think it'd be interesting if Applejack's ancestor (like hundreds of years ago, like Granny Smith's grandmother or great-grandmother or something) was the savior of the Twinkle Eyed Ponies, who were Pinkie's ancestors.

So the Pie and Apple Families aren't related by blood in this AU, but instead an old debt of gratitude for an ancestor of theirs freeing their ancestors from slavery.

This is basically a fanfic outline from here on, there's no dialog or actual scenes, just a bunch of ideas thrown out there:

The Story of Applejam

Now you might ask why the Twinkle Eyed Pie family would become rock farmers after being enslaved and forced to mine for magic gemstones by an evil wizard.

Because mining and working with rocks was all they knew how to do, and it was what most of them were comfortable doing. Heck working with rocks or gemstones was a lot of their special talents.

I'm going to say that the vast majority of the enslaved ponies who become Twinkle Eyed Ponies, were taken as fillies & colts. Either already orphaned, or taken from their parents so young and moved so far away that there was no hope finding them again after they were freed.

While not all of them got their cutie marks while trapped in the mines, some in fact got theirs extremely late only after being freed, there were still those that did. [Which caused issues and trauma to develop around their cutie mark and special talent in general which lasted long after being freed for a lot of them.]

Anyways, the damage to their sight was caused by spending years, literally most of their lives for some of them, trapped in those under ground cave systems away from sunlight.

Applejam (Applejack's ancestor who's taking the place of G1 Applejack in this version of the story) is snatched up by the Jewel Wizard, while traveling home across Equestria from an Apple Family Reunion.

The Jewel Wizard felt like he needed more workers in his mine. And Applejam, in spite of being quiet a bit older than those he'd usually take already being nearly fully grown mare, was an ideal candidate.

She was physically strong and healthy, as evidenced by her seemingly trekking across the country on her own with no other pony to switch out hauling the wagon with. Most of his workers were rather weak and sickly, with the quality of their work degrading over time.

Applejam is taken suddenly in the night, waking up in a dimly lit cavern, surrounded by other young ponies. Only a few could be considered young adults, most were teens, and a few were even fillies or colts not even old enough to develop their cutie mark yet.

They weren't doing too good.

The hair of their manes and tails haphazardly chopped short, but hanging limp and dirty all the same. Coats similarly dull, full of dust from the crushed and shattered rocks mined away.

They were thinner than they should be. Not emaciated. Apparently the one holding them captive fed them enough to keep them capable of working, but not much more than that.

The worst thing though, in Applejam's opinion, were those poor ponies' eyes. Cloudy and clearly irritated. The older ponies seemingly unable to see much at all, considering how their eyes never focused, and mainly drifted around. The younger ponies however, had retained some sight. Their eyes able to focus on things, but even then they were all squinting.

Many of the ponies had been trapped down in the mines for so long that they'd forgotten what the sky had looked like, and the warm light of the sun was but a distant memory.

What allows the Wizard to command and keep all of these other ponies under his control, is a throne entirely made of magic gemstones. By tethering the slave's magic to the gemstone throne, and keeping that tether short, he can insure no pony can leave the cave.

This also allows for the Jewel Wizard to use the throne as a kind of magical battery, using the enslaved ponies' magic as his own.

Applejam spends a few days trapped with the gem miner ponies, coming up with a plan for escape. She's sure that she can free all these ponies, she just needs the right opportunity to come, so she can finally take out the guy who kidnapped them all.

Applejam is successful in her defeat of the Jewel Wizard, with the help of a few of the gem miners to distract him, she managed to knock him down into a deep mine shaft (killing the wizard in the process). While also destroying the magic jewel throne in the process, as it was also knocked down the mine shaft.

Applejam and the other now freed ponies travel back to the surface, and are so happy to discover that their blindness had been healed as a result of the destruction of the gemstone throne.

The shattering of the gemstone throne had broken the tether spell, and returned the portion of the enslaved ponies' magic (and life force, because canonically their magic is also part of their life force) that had been stolen. Though that their magic sat contained and bound to the gemstones for so long, is what lead to the interesting side effects of the now freed slaves.

Twinkle Eyed Ponies, as they'd come to be called, would come to be a protected population of Equestria, after gaining their freedom.

Once herself and all the other ponies were now back above ground, Applejam came to the conclusion that she couldn't help these ponies on her own no matter how much she wants to. The only pony who could help them settle into new lives of freedom after spending most of their lives imprisoned, would be the ruler of Equestria herself, Princess Celestia.

So after locating her wagon, still left abandoned at the roadside from where she'd been taken in her sleep, she guided the Twinkle Eyed Ponies to a place she'd hardly ever been. Canterlot.

Applejam had a group of ponies who'd been imprisoned for half their lives or longer, who needed things like medical attention, and schooling that had been cut short, and families who they'd been separated from. And nothing was going to stop her from getting them to where they needed to be and seeing who they needed to see to get help.

Even if that pony happened to be the ruler of the country and raiser the of sun herself.

Celestia would indeed see to the needs of the Twinkle Eyed Ponies, and would send out an investigative team to see to it that no remnants of the gemstone throne remained, to see to it that there would be no copycats. Along with searching for the origin of the Jewel Wizard, and where he'd taken so man young fillies and colts from without anyone noticing.

Applejam would be awarded with a medal of honor for her heroism in freeing the Twinkle Eyed Ponies and defeating the Jewel Wizard against all odds.

The Twinkle Eyed Ponies would eventually, after counseling and rehabilitation to ensure they'd be able to function in pony society as free ponies, found the town of Rockville.

Home of the Pie family from that point on, and eventual birthplace of Pinkie Pie herself. Who'd funnily enough move to Ponyville, a town founded by the Apple family, and become best friends with a mare named Applejack.

As for Applejam? Well, she would stop by the city of Rockville during her long trek across Equestria, on her way home from Apple Family reunions, for many years after meeting and befriending the Twinkle Eyed Ponies. They weren't blood, but they were family after all.

Only stopping her yearly visits, when she had grown too old to make the journey. Though she'd eventually insist on moving there full time in her twilight years, and being buried there. Much to her family's confusion.

Why, under Celestia's bright sky, would Applejam want to live in that tiny little town, full of odd ponyfolk, without nary an apple orchard to be found?

Well, who's to say. There's only one apple tree too be found in Rockville.

A giant behemoth of a thing by the time Pinkie is born, 40 meters tall, and a 2 meter diameter for the trunk. The center piece of the community garden of Rockville. Originally planted by Applejam nearly 300 years prior, but lovingly tended to by the citizens long after the original planter had passed.

For much like a plant, no friendship can succeed, with out a bit of hard work, and the care of someone who wants to see you flourish.

...

IDK, I've just had a lot of feelings after learning the backstory of the Twinkle Eyed Ponies of G1 and how Applejack killed an evil wizard and freed them all from slavery and blindness.

Anyways, if you like Twinkle Eyed Rarity because gemstones are her thing, okay.

I'm a Twinkle Eyed Pinkie kind of person, because the origin story of the Twinkle Eyed Ponies and it's relation to G1 Applejack, just meshes really well in my brain with Pinkie Pie's backstory of growing up on a rock farm that made her miserable, along with the possibility of the Apple and Pie families being connected.

It's just really satisfying to me that all of these pieces fit so well together.

When I see a Twinkle Eyed Rarity I don't like connecting it to the G1 idea of Twinkle Eyed Ponies, the way I do Twinkle Eyed Pinkie.

I like the idea of Rarity getting Twinkle Eyes not genetically, but as a result of unknowingly messing around with magic gemstones not long after getting her cutie mark.

Rarity likes digging and hunting for gemstones too much for me to want to have that in anyway connected to something as traumatic as slavery. Even if it's generations back in her family tree.

When I think about it too long it makes me think of that one video of the black guy explaining that really racist field trip he was taken on in elementary school, where he and his classmates were taken to a cotton farm, and made to pick cotton they didn't even get to keep. Like literally taken to a cotton farm to do unpaid child labor.

And I know it's not actually like that, but it's always where my mind goes first when it's said on the redesign that Rarity was born with Twinkle Eyes, meaning it was an inherited trait.

Also I'll definitly attempt drawing my version of Twinkle Eyed Pinkie (and maybe some of the other Pies like Maud) at some point, but I just can't get the eyes to look right to me, so that'll be later.

#twinkle eyed pony #mlp fim #mlp fanfiction #backstory for my Pie family as Twinkle Eyed Ponies agenda #featuring my OC Applejam who is basically just G1 Applejack and Applejack's ancestor #The Pie and Apple families are not blood related in this au though #also yes Applejam's grave is indeed in Pinkie's hometown along with a plaque explaining her heroics #see a portrait in one of the family linage/history books that Granny Smith feels like showing off to AJ's friends is what starts off #the whole “are the Apple and Pie families connected” plot line in this au #Applejam hardly ever brought any family members with her to visit Rockville #and lived on the edge of the town because Twinkle Eyed Ponies were extremely skittish around outsiders back then #so in her old age her visiting relatives didn't disturb the townsfolk #but also by the time she died the only Apple family relatives that visited her tended to be her own kids and grandkids #as she'd already not gone to a family reunion for like a decade before her death and most of her own generation was already dead #so the only relatives she was still in contact with were her own descendants #like maybe a niece or nephew would come see her every few years but they were also either grandparents or approaching grandparent age #But don't worry she had all her adoptive Twinkle Eyed nieces and nephews and godchildren from Rockville to keep her company in her old age #Twinkle Eyed Pies AU

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gilmores-glorious-blog · 1 year ago

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potentially hot take, but kashaw’s backstory is one of the most fucked up in all of critical role. like,, caleb-level or more. it’s genuinely horrifying and the fact that will friedle came up with that disturbing and in-depth of a backstory for a guest character is very impressive.

#one of the most disturbing backstorys for any dnd character i’ve ever heard of. massive fucking props.#and he drops it so casually too??#yeah i was married *at birth* to an evil goddess who came back to r*pe me at age 15 and then forced me to scar myself #before scarring me herself and then murdered everyone in my entire village so i’m the only person in the world who even knows she exists!!#no big deal 🙃#like. SIR?????#critical role #kashaw vesh #eli.posts

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horrorhistory123 · 9 months ago

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dkniade · 11 months ago

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note: (about Shenhe) trauma, human sacrifice, abandonment, self-hate

Shenhe… I’m confused. Shenhe, Kaeya, and Childe all had some sort of traumatic experience when they were young, but it seems Shenhe is the only one who could mention it in detail (even if she is emotionally suppressed with the ropes) despite it happening at a really young age (six)? If it was explicitly stated in the Liyue Interlude by Cloud Retainer (and in her Character Stories), what’s the point of her telling us this again in her voiceline other than painting her as, like, extremely straightforward and trusting towards the Traveler…? She’s not given as much lore importance as Childe or Kaeya but…

(“Seagaze Sunset”, pt 2 of The Crane Returns On the Wind) Cloud Retainer: “Inside [the cave] was Shenhe, then aged around six years old.”

(About Shenhe: IV) “My father's intent was to trade my flesh and blood for my mother's life. After he abandoned me in that cave, I still held out hope that he'd come back to rescue me. One day went by. Then two days, three days... I used every ounce of energy in my body to fight off that monster. But as I collapsed on the ground, I finally realized that the day I was waiting for would never come. To this day, I don't which one it is... Was I abandoned because I'm cursed, or is it the way I've been treated in life that has cursed me?”

In English she says it in a very matter-of-fact yet stern and somewhat disappointed manner. In Chinese, while her voice is generally more quiet and soft in comparison, this particular line is also distant, but with some… quiet anger because of the way some parts are almost whispered.

#dusk rambles #Shenhe #Genshin impact #like. Childe’s backstory is described in a rather fantastical way and Kaeya’s abandonment (at least in his character stories)#is also not particularly detailed #but when I first read Shenhe’s Character Stories?? I was… actually quite disturbed..???

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sp7ce0f-th3dead · 7 months ago

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I’m going post on tumblr since Instagram and deviantart being a dick and they support AI which is just MESS UP and THE ARTISTS DOES NOT LIKE IT, I’m going post more than Instagram since I lost my old account of tumblr. I’m more active on youtube tho,

Take this WIP that I am doing for something, this girl is Brooklyn, she get a redesign tho, she also have a cousin named Brooke! [I’m going slowly kill them for TMFLR] yeah the two are pretty different but they are matching tho!

They both exist in TMFLR Lore, they basically represent the animal cuz their jacket is a fox, cuz the other children [Katie, Emilia, Havish, Kevin] represent it.

Also.. This is Brooklyn and Brooke in android gacha life update version!!!!!

A little edit of them, they’re talking each other tho!! and a mysterious dog watching them…… well.. you know, they are now cousins.

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ssaalexblake · 8 months ago

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Compare Willow's parental abandonment and xander's abusive parents and Joyce's joyceness (code for: plot wants her to be an obstacle all the time) and giles' parenting doesn't look so bad.

#danni watches buffy #this is only the main three as well #cordy's dad committing fraud and faith's rather disturbing hints of backstory and #giles should not be near the top of the good parents list he sucks

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oculusxcaro · 2 years ago

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I absolutely LOVE the body horror and how it's not flattering or cute, like this isn't some cute little ears and tail shit, this is ACTUALLY GROSS and I love that,so many people refuse to actually make their "monstrous" characters unsettling in any significant way that might impact their attractiveness. Respect. Also, the idea it makes petting cats and furry critters harder is genuinely the most tragic side effect I've ever heard, that hit me way harder than so many other "was a lab rat" character's after-effects because holy shit, that would be the WORST for ME PERSONALLY. It may not seem like the most tragic awful thing compared to PTSD and pain and so on, but like, it's UNIQUE and it's incredible relatable in its mundane nature at the same time, and feels so much more sad and real than a bunch of OTT trauma stuff I can't actually relate to. Hope I expressed this well!!

Please tell me your favorite things about my portrayal/muse?

Thank you so much for the lovely response!!! I will admit I was floored by your words and couldn't help but stare at the inbox for the longest time pondering how to respond to such a thoughful message, because you touched upon something I didn't think many people would really pay attention such as Khare's issue with petting cats? It's such an everyday, mundane thing like you said so the fact you can relate how hard something like that would actually be despite it being one of the simplest joys most people wouldn't think twice about. Sure, there's the PTSD, the pain and trauma that comes with being an unwilling lab rat and growing all those very gross eyes and teeth which are not cute at ALL, so you finding that one very tragic aspect to her character is something I honestly smile about (in the worst possible way!) because for all the horrors that are part of her background, the everyday and mundane is something I wanted present too? At the end of an awful day, giving your beloved pet a hug is pretty much the only good thing about it and this poor bitch can't even have that because of her nasty, staticky little hands LMAO.

#sebastianshaw #memes ;; what's your favourite thing about my muse?#Seriously though bless you for this RF!#You touched upon some things I was a bit self-conscious about like was the cat headcanon too silly?#So you liking it and understanding the tragic aspect behind it is so reassuring like I can't even begin to describe it #In a series like DC almost everybody has deep heartbreaking backstories full of trauma and this is one of those little things that #really sucks for Khare even though it's something as simple as stroking a cat #Which she can't really do bc of her skin carrying a stronger electrical current #It's so random and not something people would consider tragic but you do! You understand!#I would die if I couldn't pet my dog or snuggle with her anymore and she can't understand why #Also YES I AM SO GLAD YOU MENTION HER GROSS BODY HORROR #It is definitely made to be as unappealing as possible like it shouldn't even be a thing it's so wrong #Eyes and teeth growing randomly in places they SHOULDN'T and overall just being unsettling/disturbing/ugly #Bless you for this again and cheering me up friend ;u;

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