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augustjoy · 1 year ago

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Why are you in my head?

Sneak Peek: Eddie and you are soulmates. The legend of soulmates is that you start to hear one another’s thoughts around age 16 – not all the time, but when you’re feeling a strong emotion. It simply flows out of you and into the other, the legend also states that the closer you are, the more you can hear them. **The events of season 4 did NOT happen** I did also use some of the dialogue

Bold are Eddie’s thoughts; Italics are reader’s thoughts. (mind you, they are essentially hearing both sets of thoughts)

Eddie Munson x Fem Sunshine! Reader (Soulmate AU)

Fluff - Part 2 Part 3 Part 4** Part 5

Word count: 1364

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, explicit language, let me know if I missed any!

That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

You had known all about soulmates, your mom had told you bedtime stories about soulmates and how she and your dad met throughout your entire childhood. They had been hearing one another’s thoughts for quite a while before your dad saved your mom from being run over by a biker as she stepped off the curb. She’d tell you how when their eyes met she could hear him thinking about how beautiful her eyes were and he heard her thinking about how handsome he was. You have hoped and dreamed of meeting your soulmate since you were four years old.

You had a soulmate, that much you knew. You had been hearing his thoughts for the last few years, they were few and far between which frustrated you. Your mom had explained it just meant he wasn’t close by, which sucked. You were hoping that the distance would decrease, given your family’s plans to move.

Hawkins, Indiana wasn’t exactly a town that people were flocking to…but here you were. Your mom had been offered a job at their hospital there as the supervising nurse and your parents had decided it was too good an offer to pass up. Your dad had contacted the local police department to see if they had any openings, to which they asked for a letter of recommendation and pretty much offered him the job.

Things were working out well for your parents. You hadn’t really been sure about the move. Your soulmate’s thoughts had been pretty quiet the last few days but, a part of you knew it was because your anxiety of this move was clearly drowning out his thoughts.

The car finally came to a stop, and you glance up for the first time since you’d gotten in the car that morning, too focused on the music playing from your Walkman and rereading The Hobbit, again. You looked up to see a modest home in a cookie cutter neighborhood, you were grateful for your parents and their ability to provide you with the things you need, but some days you wished your family wasn’t so…average.

“Sweetie, why don’t you head in and pick your room?” Your mom suggested.

“Really? I get to choose?” You asked.

“You have your pick, other than the master bedroom. You and I will organize the remaining rooms.” Your mom explained.

Damnit, if I could just get the chords right.

You quickly jogged up to the door, letting yourself in. You made your way upstairs first, checking out the two small bedrooms up there that were situated opposite the master bedroom, separated by a full bathroom. While both rooms were nice, they didn’t give you nearly enough room to “express your creative freedom” as your mom had encouraged. On the main level there was a kitchen, dining room, sitting room, powder room, and living room. There had been a door leading under the stairs, you were pleased to see it led down into a fully finished basement that had a full bathroom.

“MOMMMMM! I chose my room!” You called as you ran up the stairs.

There we go.

*Eddie’s POV*

Hell yeah! This is fucking perfect!

The thoughts had rung out like an alarm in his head. Her thoughts had never been this loud and clear. What had changed?

She better let me make the basement my room!

Had she finally moved? He had been hearing all her nervous thoughts about packing up and moving across the country. She must be closer now if her thoughts were coming in like this now.

YES! YES! YES! Now…how to decorate?

He smiled to himself. She seems sweet based off what he knows. He had asked Wayne about soulmates when he was growing up. He’d asked questions like “why can’t I just think of my address, so she could find me?” and Wayne had explained that it didn’t work like that. Thoughts were passed back and forth at moments it was needed – in times of excitement, or when we needed comfort, or to vent. There was some sort of neurological algorithm as to what thoughts were sent when.

*End Eddie’s POV*

You had started unpacking pretty much the second your parents agreed to let you make the basement your room. Your dad had even agreed to take you to the hardware store to pick up paint this weekend.

“You’ll start at the high school on Monday. The principal confirmed that he received your transcripts and all your credit hours transferred, so you’re right on track.” Your dad explained.

“Oh, awesome! Did he happen to send my schedule or anything so I could familiarize myself with it beforehand?” You asked.

Oh fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck! I am so late. O’Donnell is gonna kill me!

Your hand flew to your head, the volume of his thoughts brought forth a pounding in your head. They had never been this loud before.

“Bug? You okay?” Your dad looked concerned.

“Yeah, I’m okay! Just a headache. Too many thoughts in there I guess.” You chuckled lowly.

“Honey, was it his thought?” Your mom questioned.

You hadn’t told your parents much about your soulmate, only that you had been able to hear him and that he was, in fact, a him. They had also been aware that you hadn’t been able to hear him lately – that was when your mom explained that your thought can sometimes drown out theirs.

“Yeah, it was and uh, I don’t know, I guess it was kinda loud.” You shrugged.

“How loud?” Your mom asked.

“I don’t know, loud enough to give me a headache. It was like he was in the room with me.” You looked at your parents, a knowing grin making its way onto each of their faces. “What?”

“Nothing bug. Let’s go see if your principle sent that schedule over.” Your dad wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side.

Monday morning had come way too soon, though you’d had an incredibly productive weekend. Your room was painted and decorated, you’d finished rereading The Hobbit and had begun rereading Pet Cemetery, you’d also memorized your class schedule.

Your dad dropped you off at school, he also told you he was planning to go and check out a car for you after his shift – that had left you pretty excited.

Finally! My own car!

The day was dragging on pretty slowly…truthfully you were ready for lunch.

Then Vecna will make a surprise return.

What the hell?

This campaign is going to be epic!

His thoughts had come and gone like this since you’d arrived in Hawkins. Just back and forth with random tidbits that left you more confused than anything.

The bell ringing had been your saving grace. It was finally time for lunch, and now you were feeling anxious again…where were you meant to sit?

You looked around and before you could take a step, a voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

Here we fucking go.

“We're the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game. But as long as you're into band or science ...or parties or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets...”

God he’s hot.

“It's forced conforming. That's what's...killing the kids!”

Assholes.

Kids were either laughing at his outburst or calling him horrible names, but you just stood there. Could this really be him? This super-hot guy who just caused an entire scene in the cafeteria.

“Me, I am army-crawling my way toward a D in Ms. O'Donnell's. If I don't blow her final, I'm gonna walk that stage next month, I'm gonna look Principal Higgins dead in the eye, I'm gonna flip him the bird, I'm gonna snatch that diploma. I'm gonna run like hell outta here…This year is different. This year is my year.”

He took a step back and bumped right into you, but before you could fall to the ground, he grabbed your arm and pulled you up and against his chest.

Holy shit.

You both let out a quiet chuckle.

All at once, colors were brighter, smells were sweeter, touches were softer. Everything came together in that moment; you couldn’t believe it. Here he was.

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joooooniecore · 2 months ago

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After all this time: Chapter 4

Your friends have been successful enough to drag you out of your workaholic routine for a vacation out of country.

The only problem? Your long term crush who actually used to be your best friend is also going there. And he is bringing his girlfriend, your ex-female best friend.

What could go wrong? Right?

✧˖* pairing: ex-bestfriend!mingyu x f!reader

✧˖* chapter count: master-list

✧˖* genre: ex-best friend mingyu, friends to strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow-burn, smut.

✧˖* playlist: spotify playlist

✧˖* full work warnings: resurfaced old feelings, toxic relationship(not between the main characters), angst, confusions, resentments, past misunderstandings, a very slow burn

✧˖* explicit warnings: penetration, explicit language, cursing, bodily fluids, praising, body worship.

✧˖* author's note: wohoo! fourth chapter and the day one tour was a partial slay? can you feel the toxicity of the relationship mingyu is in? i hope he realizes it soon. toxic relationships are hard to get over from because you get so dependent on the person who is hurting you and even if people think that it can't be that hard to breakup, it is. toxicity is like addiction and its hard to leave that behind. anywaysssss, i hope you enjoy this chapter. hoping to make more progress soon!

--- love, artemis.

✧˖* tag-list: @ana-marais98 @hellosighsophy-blog @ppaia @mingyuisthevictimofsvt @tokitosun @iarayara @cheolliesvt @seungcheolsblackcard @alohacrispyrn @lilylikesthat

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The morning sun glistened through the window curtains and created streaks of heavenly glow beside your bed. The light woke you up as you took your phone to check the time. It was almost 11 o’clock. You nuzzled a bit into your warm blanket, mentally preparing yourself to wake up. Finally, after laying there awake for a minute or two you decided to freshen up and head to the kitchen to eat something.

The fresh morning air welcomed you as you softly padded towards the open area in the front porch. You had already asked Chan last night about the front door’s lock and he was kind enough to show you where the keys were kept. You stood there, taking the chilly morning air in, along with warm sunlight and then decided to make some coffee.

The kitchen was very perfectly organized and you easily found all the ingredients. As you stirred your cup, you heard some shuffling behind you. You turned back to find Mingyu entering the sitting area. His hair dishevelled from sleeping and his cheeks were all puffy. You giggled a bit at how cute he looked and decided to admire him a bit. It was clear that he has not noticed you yet as he slowly walked towards the front porch to do the exact same thing you did a few moments ago. You sat on the small coffee table as you enjoyed your coffee and checked your messages and mails. Your cousin brother was planning to start a business and you were handling the technical part of it hence you needed to check your mails at least once a day for updates.

“Oh, you are awake?”, came a startled voice.

You looked up to see Mingyu standing there.

“Yes. Good morning.”, you answered with a soft smile.

Mingyu smiled back as he hurried to the kitchen to make some coffee for himself too.

He settled beside you, checking his phone and drinking the coffee. After what felt like hours, Mingyu spoke first.

“I heard you are doing a corporate job.”

You nodded your head subconsciously and said, “Yeah. It’s closer to my home.”

“You left photography?”, came Mingyu’s second question.

“Is this some kind of interrogation? Have I done a felony?”, you joked trying to ease the situation.

Mingyu playfully glared at you and then laughed, “No. I just saw you hold your camera very awkwardly yesterday when Jihyun asked you to click her pictures on the front porch.”

You blushed, clearly embarrassed. You remember how you fumbled a bit with the camera since you haven’t clicked a single picture over the last three years.

“Whatever. You are no professional yourself.”, you sassed.

Mingyu rolled his eyes and took out a card, pushing it towards you. You took it curiously. Your eyes went wide as you shifted your gaze to Mingyu and then back to the card.

“You are a professional photographer?”, you asked, clearly shocked.

“Yeah. That’s my side business. I have my own business too.”, Mingyu announced proudly.

You congratulated him heartily, and again focused on the coffee in front of you. You both fell in a comfortable silence as you scrolled through your phone and Mingyu did the same. Another soft click made you both turn your head towards the doorway and you saw Seungcheol slowly entering the kitchen. He whispered a soft good morning and patted your head before he went to make coffee for himself.

“Do you like him?”, Mingyu lowly whispered just when Seungcheol was out of the hearing zone.

“Who? Cheol?”, you looked at him with pure shock.

“Yeah. You both seem very cozy.”, Mingyu said with a strange expression on his face.

“Oh my god no! I-I don’t like him.”, you chuckled awkwardly.

“Oh. I thought- never mind.”, was all Mingyu said before you both heard the rest of your friends filling in one by one, leaving you with no chance to ask him about what he was going to say.

After everyone started filling in, Mingyu abruptly got up and volunteered to make pancakes for everyone. You decided to wash all the coffee mugs and help out in the kitchen. You love pancakes and you love it the most when it was made from scratch. Mingyu listed out the ingredients as you and Jeonghan collected everything and brought it to Mingyu.

A few moments later you saw Maya come down and sit. She rolled her eyes after looking between you and Mingyu and started talking with Chan. She was asking about the bars and malls in the nearby area and saying how she wanted to go to shopping.

“Girlie is fuming.”, whispered Jihyun as she stifled a laugh.

“Huh?”, you answered, clearly startled by her sudden presence. Turning your head, you saw Maya acting all nonchalant about you helping Mingyu but also glaring at him once or twice. It felt like a pit in the depth of your stomach. You could see how she hated you and that suddenly made you feel sick. You always thought of her as your best friend and even after she did all this, you didn’t actually blame her and just kept blaming yourself for being a fool.

Seeing her distinctly hate your presence made you want to run away. You were brought out of your thoughts when Mingyu asked you to bring in some eggs. You hurriedly went out of kitchen to the storage area. In the meantime, you also took a breather as it was too much for you. You hated tense situations and it acted like a flight response for you whenever you found yourself in a state of panic.

You decided to tune everyone out as you helped Mingyu in making pancakes.

“You seem a bit tense.”, came Mingyu’s deep voice from behind you as he he squeezed your shoulder to bring you out of your thoughts

“I-I am fine. Just tired I guess.”, you stammered a little from the sudden contact as you looked anywhere but him.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to share it with me. Just know that I am still your friend.”, Mingyu assured, his eyes holding a sad emotion.

You felt guilty for ignoring him for this long over such a minor issue. Yes, you still loved him. Yes, you hated how he never chose you. Yes, you hated how he is dating your ex best friend. But after all he was Mingyu. The guy who helped you break out of your shell in college. The guy who was always there when you needed a shoulder to cry on. He was your first friend in college and you are glad you can still talk with him. That’s all the assurance you needed. You beamed at him and silently promised yourself to not let a single emotion guide you throughout this trip.

After breakfast, everyone went to their respective rooms to get ready for the day. You all were going to visit the old town square which is also home to the Prague Astronomical Clock. You have always had a keen interest for architecture and seeing something that you have always seen in pictures made you extremely excited. You got inside your room and quickly whipped out your camera to make sure you have enough charged batteries. You kept your phone on the table for charging and decided to get dressed. Rummaging through your suitcase you decided upon a pair of jeans and a soft green sweater. You topped it up with your puffer jacket, a woollen cap and some gloves. You decided to go with your boots as you were sure it snowed last night.

After getting dressed you decided to just apply some moisturizer and lip balm. It was extremely cold outside so you were going to cover your face anyways. Keeping the makeup aside to wear at night. You picked up your small travel bag which held essentials like earphones, your phone, wallet and your identity proofs. As soon as you got out of your room, you saw Jeonghan approaching you.

“I am done. You should get dressed now.”, you said to him.

Jeonghan nodded as he got inside and closed the door. You sat on the living room sofa, reading the book that you picked up a few days ago as you waited for everyone to get dressed. You had showered in the morning and that’s why you were the first one to get ready. After almost half an hour, you heard a door open and close somewhere. You turned over your shoulder to see Jihyun approaching where you were sitting. She sat beside you with a disgruntled sigh.

“What’s wrong Jihyun-ah?”, you asked.

“You don’t get to ask me that.”, she replied in a grumpy tone.

You were shocked and nagged her again about what was bothering her until she spoke up.

“I am on the same floor as Mingyu and Maya.”, she confessed.

Your eyes went wide and your cheeks flushed. Your mind went to the things she heard and you turned away from her and focused on the book, “I don’t want to hear it.”

“It’s not what you think. They both quarrel a lot and that’s the cause of my headache.”, explained Jihyun.

You stared at her again and urged her to continue.

“You see my room is just beside theirs. Seungkwan and Chan live on the opposite side of the same corridor so they can’t hear anything. They quarrel almost every night.”, said Jihyun.

She looked around a bit to see if anyone was coming down and continued, “It’s mostly her asking him to buy something expensive and that’s what causes argument. She gets mad and blackmails him by saying she would leave him and he agrees to buy her anything.”

Your eyes went wide. You have never imagined their relationship to be like that. As far as you know Mingyu, he was always so strong willed and did exactly what he wanted to do. You still remember the time he accidently fixed a date on your birthday and when he realized what he had done, he didn’t even hesitate before cancelling it and postponing it. Seeing Mingyu this helpless made you feel guilty about it. You had no idea why he was so loyal and devoted to Maya.

Soon everyone started filling in the living room. Seungkwan explained everyone the route to the town square. It was less than 2 kilometers but the cold and snow made you all rethink decisions. Finally, Chan came to rescue and said that there are many small cars that can take anyone to the place at a very cheap price.

After hiring two cars, everyone settled in and the journey of day one began.

It took you guys just a bit over half an hour to reach the place. The car dropped you just in front of the Old Town Square and everyone decided to first visit the main attraction. You took out your phone and opened the file that Seungkwan has forwarded you which explained all the historical places in detail. Seungkwan wasn’t a fan of hiring guides so he decided to research himself.

The file loaded and the first thing you saw was ‘The Prague Astronomical Clock’, written in italics and bolded.

The Prague Astronomical Clock

The Prague Astronomical Clock, also known as the Orloj. Located in the heart of Prague's Old Town Square, this medieval masterpiece is a symphony of art, astronomy, and engineering.

As you stand before the clock, you're met with a kaleidoscope of colours and intricate details. The clock's face is a beautiful example of Gothic architecture, with a complex system of gears, dials, and sculptures.

Every hour, on the hour, the clock comes alive. A procession of 12 apostles, intricately carved from wood, emerge from the clock's doors, accompanied by the tolling of bells and the chiming of a tiny organ. It's as if the clock is sharing a secret with the world.

Above the clock face, a parade of saints and prophets, crafted by the skilled hands of medieval artisans, gaze out upon the square. Their faces, worn by time, seem to hold a deep wisdom, as if they've witnessed centuries of human history unfold.

At night, the clock is bathed in a warm, golden light, as if the stars themselves have descended upon the square. The clock's mechanisms, though centuries old, continue to tick away with precision, a testament to the ingenuity of its creators.

As you gaze upon the Prague Astronomical Clock, you can't help but feel a sense of connection to the past, to the artisans who crafted this masterpiece, and to the countless generations who've marvelled at its beauty. It's a reminder that, even in the midst of a bustling city, beauty, art, and tradition can still be found.

After reading about the clock, you decided to stand directly in front of the structure. Your eyes scanned the gigantic hands of the clock. You used your camera to zoom in and see the intricate details. It was a beautiful clock. It almost looked magical and in the winter day light, the golden details sparkled like they had magic stored in them.

You clicked a few pictures of the clock itself, trying to zoom in to capture the intricate details. You were in awe at how the clock chimed with perfect precision even though it was centuries old. Your eyes soon shifted from the clock to the surroundings. You soaked it all in as you felt like you have travelled back to medieval times.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jeonghan sitting beside Seungcheol on a small bench that overlooked the clock. They were talking and giggling about something that you couldn’t decipher. Jeonghan had a shy look on his face and that made you stifle a laugh. You were damn sure that Seungcheol was flirting endlessly with him. You have always known Jeonghan as the one who can easily lure men. He has that flirty, charismatic nature that makes men fall on their knees. On the contrary, right now he was a blushing mess which means Seungcheol was able to overpower and you are going to tease him for this forever.

You turned your attention back to your surroundings. Every direction you looked at, there were beautiful examples of architectural intelligence. You stared in awe, eyes sparkling with excitement as you took it all in. After noticing how everyone has wandered off to do their own kind of exploring, you decided to use your camera and get some good shots. You always loved photography and you officially learned all the titbits of it when you were in college. Actually, that was where you first noticed Kim Mingyu.

You both bonded over the same hobby and decided to help each other during the class and also in field activities. Most of the times you both were each other’s subject of photos because that saved time and energy. You hated conversing with people and requesting them to do things for you so when Mingyu volunteered to be your model for various photography projects, you agreed. After you both stopped talking, you left photography. Your camera long forgotten sat in your storage room for a huge amount of time. Life moved on and you soon got submerged in the corporate world with no time to spare for your hobbies.

It was Jihyun who begged you to bring out your camera for this trip. You were a bit reluctant but her constant nagging made you finally agree to it. You were actually glad that she forced you to bring your camera but she won’t know about that. It’s too bad for her ego.

After clicking a few snaps of the surrounding places, you decided to get some snaps of the old shops and houses that bordered the gravelled streets on both sides. The old shops gave it an almost eighteenth century look which amazed you. The shutter went on quite a few times as you smiled to yourself while checking the results.

“Show me the pictures you clicked babe!”, came a shrilling voice from behind you which ruined your peace.

You slowly turned back to see Maya nagging Mingyu to show the pictures he has clicked. You noticed he has also brought his camera, a much better model than yours. They were standing only a few feet away from you so you could clearly see the stickers that adorned his professional camera. Your eyes zeroed on them as you saw Jihyun approaching you with a smile.

“What’s going on there?”, you asked as soon as she stood beside you.

“Ugh it’s nothing. Mingyu was snapping pictures and she wanted to see them but Mingyu isn’t willing because he doesn’t show the raw pictures to anyone.”, explained Jihyun.

It took you back to your photography assignment days. Mingyu would never show the raw pictures to anyone. He always believed that he should be the first to see them on the laptop screen and then after deleting the unwanted ones, he would edit them to show everyone. He hated showing his camera or even handing his camera to anyone.

You hated how you clearly remembered his habits as you looked at him. Mingyu pulled the camera out of Maya’s hands and with one swift motion removed the batteries leaving her with no way to turn on the device. You chuckled a bit. Secretly happy that Mingyu didn’t let go of this petty habit of his.

You knew he went to the market area because he looked at Seungkwan and said so. You were close enough to hear it too. Maya on the other hand looked deranged as she glared a bit at Mingyu and walked off to explore the shops that lined the path.

After what felt like an hour or more, you all were ready to leave and go back to the bungalow. Everyone gathered in front of the clock and that’s when you realized that Mingyu hasn’t returned yet. Seungkwan asked Maya to call him which she did and soon found out that his phone was switched off. A panic ran down everyone’s face.

“I am sure he is fine. He is a big guy.”, explained Maya as she busied herself with her phone.

That didn’t help the panic that you felt. You knew this place was huge with several nooks and corners and it was impossible to find one’s way back if they got lost. Every street and every lane looked the same from what you have seen.

Seungcheol came out with a plan. He asked everyone to share their location with the others and then decided to go separate ways to find Mingyu.

“I don’t think so I can walk that much.”, Maya said in a fake cute voice.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes at that and said in a sickeningly sweet voice, “Then why don’t you sit on that bench while we find him.”

She quickly agreed to that and settled herself on the bench. Everyone else went according to plan as you separated ways and searched for Mingyu. You had seen the lane he used when he got mad at Maya and you followed the same path hoping for your instincts to take you where he was.

Passing through a narrow alley, you were met with a large market place. There were many shops lined around the palace area. The huge stairs of the palace came into view as you walked more towards it. You searched almost every shop that caught your eye. After searching for more than fifteen minutes, you decided to sit a bit before continuing.

As your eyes seemed to not stop scanning the place, the top of the palace stairs attracted you. It gave a beautiful overview of the entire area. You had watched many videos where people went to the top and shot great pictures. You at last decided to do the same, hoping to get some good pictures and also overviewing the city might help you find Mingyu.

As you hurried up the stairs, you looked at how the city’s landscape was getting clearer. The trees were now not in view and what was left was a beautiful example of architecture. The markets and monuments looked so tiny as if they were just toys. As you reached the top, you took out your camera to click some pictures of the scene.

You walked a bit backwards as you tried to capture the entire thing in one single frame. You bumped into someone and you were quick enough to turn your head and apologize. The person apologized too and you recognized the voice immediately.

“Mingyu?”, you asked.

Mingyu looked up from the bow and his eyes widened. He surged forward and hugged you tight. The warmth of Mingyu’s embrace melted you. You involuntarily hugged him back as you basked in the warmth of his strong arms. His grip was no joke and the way his hands encircled your waist, made you feel dizzy. You weren’t exactly a tiny skinny girl and honestly were more on the chubbier side. You felt so safe in his embrace that it almost made you want to stay there forever. You soon realized that he hugged you because he was scared. He was trembling a bit and was just relieved to see a known face.

“Oh my god I thought I lost you guys.”, explained Mingyu as he ended the hug.

“Why is your phone switched off?”, you asked, clearly missing the warmth of the hug.

“The battery drained while I was trying to call you guys.”, said Mingyu in a frustrated tone.

You patted his back as you assured him that you will take him back to the others quickly. You were great with directions and you clearly remembered the path you came by. You both quickly clicked a few more pictures and decided to head down to the group.

In the meantime, you informed the others to meet where Maya was seated as you guided Mingyu to the same place.

“Maya didn’t come with you guys to search for me?”, asked Mingyu in a small voice.

You felt guilty for saying the truth but you were in no place to lie to him, “Her legs were hurting so she decided to sit and wait.”

Mingyu nodded slowly and you could clearly see how his entire face dropped and his eyes became sad. You hated seeing Mingyu like this but you weren’t sure of how to sooth him. You had decided to break the friendship yourself, hence you have no right to act like his friend or say anything about the decisions he made. You just silently hoped for him to realize how toxic Maya was and how he deserved someone who loved him for himself. It’s not just for your own selfish need. Before every feeling you had, you cared for Mingyu a lot. He was a great friend and you can’t see him this exhausted.

The whole way back to where the group was, Mingyu explained to you the pictures he has clicked. He seemed so happy when he talked about photography. You were glad to still see him being this passionate about it. Normally when someone turns a hobby into their career, they lose interest in it but that wasn’t the case with Mingyu. He still loved photography like he used to and that made you happy. You teased him about how he still hated showing the raw pictures he clicked and he gave out an embarrassed chuckle.

“It’s just the pictures I clicked today are very close to my heart and I want to keep them for my personal collection.”, explained Mingyu.

You knew about this personal collection of his. He had once promised to show you the folder on your birthday but unfortunate events happened and your friendship broke just a week before your birthday. You were devastated and you never enjoyed birthday the way you used to.

After reuniting with everyone, Seungkwan hired taxis and led everyone back to the bungalow. Chan was quick enough to make some hot chocolate as soon as you all came out to the living room after freshening up. You wrapped yourself in a cozy blanket that you brought with you on the trip and sat on the single sofa, cocooning yourself as you took the cup of hot chocolate in one hand and your phone in the other.

Everyone chatted around you as they talked about all the things they saw. You talked about one or two things and even showed them the pictures you have clicked. If it were some other days, Mingyu would have stayed silent but you were shocked when he gushed about the pictures you clicked and even complimented you saying how you have not lost your talent.

He changed his seats and sat beside you to show you some good editing apps. You were a bit hesitant at first because you were not willing to be the cause that will create a rift in his relationship but he was so enthusiastic about it that you gave in. Jihyun soon came to your rescue as she also talked and listened to him so that you don't feel awkward under the constant glare of his so-called girlfriend.

"I am shocked you still click pictures.", commented Maya.

She hasn't spoken to you yet on this entire trip so you flinched a little when you heard her speaking directly to you.

"Yeah. It just stuck with me I guess.", you replied, trying to maintain your nonchalant posture.

"I remember you hating the photography classes when you first joined.", she said clearly trying to make you confess something absurd.

"Well yeah. I took it because I had a gap in my schedule but then I liked it.", you answered with same intensity.

Anyone could see the tension that palpated between you both. Maya was once the person who held every little secret of yours. She knew about things that no one else knew of and now it seemed like she was using them against you. She knew you joined photography class out of a sudden rash decision and then stayed there just to get close with Mingyu. She knew that you started learning more about photography just to impress Mingyu and she was using this to embarrass you.

"I think it’s great you love photography.", exclaimed Seungkwan suddenly.

You smiled at him and realized how he was saving the situation. "Thank you Kwannie.", you answered.

"I remember when she won the photography competition in final year.", added Jihyun with pride.

"Oh yes I remember it too.", Mingyu spoke softly.

You were shocked. The competition took place off campus and the winner announcement was done in a small festival in the town hall. Not many people you knew attended it. It was only attended by participants and some of their friends, and other people of the town. You don't remember seeing Mingyu there. You assumed that he was probably busy with something so you never bothered yourself with it and focused on the competition.

"You were there?", you asked, clearly shocked.

"Ah yes. I couldn't participate as I was out of town but I made sure to visit the festival to see who the winner was. I was glad it was you and not some random junior.", he chuckled.

Your eyes went wide. Your cheeks flushed a bit as your nuzzled more into your blanket and gave him a soft smile. The sound of shuffling made everyone turn their heads to find Maya has left the place.

You audibly heard Mingyu groan as he hurried behind her to their room. The door slammed shut and it was all dead silence after that.

click <<here>> to go to chapter 5!

✧˖* end notes: posting every monday! do suggest me ideas if you have any.<3

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intersex-anthology · 2 months ago

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Closing post

This is the final post in my little Intersex Tumblr compilation blog, but I hope you continue to engage with Intersex Tumblr! 💛💜💛 The #actually intersex tag is probably the most newbie-friendly tag for folks to follow! (Beware: the main #intersex tag is routinely spammed with porn and terfs). I’d also like to highlight the following Tumblrs for more stories about intersex experience:

@intersex-culture-is @intersex-confessions @the-intersex-experience

Also, @our-queer-experience has a bunch tagged with intersex, and you can read it here.

You may also want to have a look through the archives of @intersex-suppport, especially for any posts regarding the specific variation(s) that you think you might have!

To reduce overlap I intentionally tried not to reblog too much from those tumblrs, and focused instead on reblogging content from individual, personal blogs.

I’d like to thank everybody whose posts I reblogged here. Sharing your experiences publicly is important and reading posts like the ones I included here made a big difference for me when I was deciding if intersex was a label that made sense for me. 💛💜💛

For even more intersex experiences, I recommend:

Inter_view: an intersex podcast (7 one-hour episodes)

The Interface Project (21 profiles, each has a brief bio accompanied with a short video)

#MyIntersexStory (57-page brochure by OII Europe)

Intersex: Stories and Statistics from Australia (274-page report by IHRA)

The I in Us: intersex radio show (has LOTS of episodes)

If you’re questioning your intersex status, I echo others in this anthology that getting involved in the community is really beneficial. I personally found it made a big difference for me.

In addition to the links provided in the previous post by intersex-support, you can find intersex organizations via:

Intersex Wiki: Intersex organizations

Intersexions Project Map

💛💜💛

#bookends #intersex #actually intersex

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hailruth · 7 months ago

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Hello! I came across this blog while looking at menorahs and wanted to ask why Messianic Judaism/Messianic Jews are disliked. I used to be part of the Messianic Jewish circle but escaped as of a couple of months ago as it didn’t seem to correct preserve history and was using the Bible for fetishizing extreme punishment (like the Hebrew Roots/Hebrew Israelite movements). I understand they wanted to preserve historical traditions but something still felt very off and predatory about it. What are the red flags one should look out for when this group tries to indoctrinate someone?

disclaimer: i'm writing this on mobile so there's a high chance of spelling/grammar mistakes. look back for any future edits or comments with resource or corrections. tumblr kept deleting some very important paragraphs and i'm too frustrated to make this a very polished post.

okay, first things first: messianic judaism never has been and never will be jewish. they are not accepted by any jewish denominations and the christian consensus is that they are christian. institutions such as the u.s. military (where messianic "jewish" chaplains have to wear the insignia of the cross meant for christian chaplains and not the ten commandments for jewish chaplains) and the supreme court of israel agree that they are christian. judaism is not just a religion, it is an ethnicity and a tribe. the majority of messianics have no connection to judaism in the slightest. people who have converted to actual judaism have gone through a lengthy process of assimilation into this ethnicity. their language, calendar (and very conception of time), diet, clothing, body, community, family, etc. is changed forever once they convert. you can't just decide to be jewish, as messianics have done. the fact that some messianic "jews" are ethnically jewish is incidental and means nothing for the jewishness of the religion.

i was so thankful when this post came out about a year ago because it condenses the main points i've been making for a while: "messianic christian red flags" (by jewitches on instagram). it has a list of things to look out for which can help you spot messianic "judaism" masquerading as actual judaism. but i will still explain my arguments in this post. i also recommend jews for judaism.

however, there's still some points i want to outline in this post. most importantly: the goal of messianic "judaism" is not to preserve any kind of history, but to target jews for conversion to christianity. there are claims that it grew out of a movement of jews who converted to christianity but kept onto some jewish practices (which would make them apostates). but this is absolutely not what the movement is, it's very clear that it actually came to be in order to eradicate judaism (by converting all jews to christianity). as the post i linked above points out, two good examples are that the board of missions to the jews became chosen people ministries and the hebrew christian alliance of america became the messianic jewish alliance of america. these were christian orgs whose entire purpose was to target jews for christian conversion, who rebranded to messianic orgs because the function of messianic judaism is to convert jews.

the messianic movement and organizations target jews via extremely deceptive and predatory tactics. the biggest issue that every jew faces when trying to google anything about judaism (which is often the case for jews who already don't know much about their religion and don't have a community with a rabbi to go to) is messianic sources doing their absolute best to look jewish. often times, you have to scour a site providing "information" on jewish holidays, traditions, etc. until you finally encounter something about "yeshua." the post linked above is very helpful for avoiding these sites. this isn't just a digital phenomenon. messianic churches are often disguised as synagogues and mark themselves as such on sites like google maps (i know there have been initiatives to get their labeling changed to that of churches on these sites). there are countless examples of these churches pretending to be synagogues in order to lure in and hopefully convert jews who do not know better.

messianics constantly pretend to be real jews in order to infiltrate jewish communities. i don't have to explain how weird it is to pretend to be of a certain ethnicity in order to force your way into their rituals and lives. this ties into the entire fake synagogue issue from the previous paragraph, but extends far further than that. a few years ago, for example, a jewish politician invited who she thought was a rabbi to pray at an event. this "rabbi" ended up being a messianic. jews across the country were, of course, deeply disturbed by this and it was condemned. messianics aren't stupid, they know what we think and what they are doing, this is an intentional action. there are countless examples of this and it is never anything but vile.

if you want to pretend that judaism is this perfect precursor to jesus whose entire function was to predict his arrival, you're going to have to smash it to unrecognizable bits in order to build anything that'll support such a cause. it's never going to work. many core beliefs of christianity are antithetical to judaism, making the two fundamentally incompatible and different religions. saying otherwise is ahistorical and disrespectful to the thousands of years of separate cultural development of these two religions.

i haven't proofread this and refuse to do so at the moment, but i don't want to keep you waiting on a response. i hope this can help you understand why jews are very much not fans of messianics. if you have any further questions/something isn't clear, feel free to ask whenever.

#ask ruth #messianic judaism #messianic jews #jumblr #judaism #jewish #jewblr #jewish history #antisemitism #christian antisemitism #christian hegemony #christian supersessionism #supersessionism

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cookie-lore-keeper · 4 months ago

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Despite this blog being mostly me talking, I'm not the only Cookie at these archives. I've already shown Powdered Wing Cookie and Starlighg Powder Cookie, but one of the other cookies at the Half-Moon Archives is BookWyrm Cookie! They're the cookie who will greet you at the front desk, and they help me organize the archives. I'll let them take it from here.

BookWyrm Cookie

"Hello. My boss already told you this, but I'm BookWyrm Cookie. My pronouns are they/them. I'm not a witch, nor was I baked by the witches. Originally, I was baked by the wizards using a wyrm scale as they were experimenting with cookies. I am technically part wyrm because of that single dragon scale, but I am not related to the elemental dragons of the legends. After the wizards left , and the archives were now being guarded by Blueberry Pie Cookie, Half-Moon Cookie offered me to work at their archives in the Dream World. I accepted, as it is similar to the task I was baked for.

"My boss says that I work the front desk and help them organize, but I do more than that. I am the one in charge of taking donations when Half-Moon Cookie isn't available, I deal with the pesky jellyworms and bugs that sneak their way in, I organize most (if not all) of the archives because my boss is too scatter-brained to do so, and I help the cookies in the archives who need it.

Despite my paragraphs here, I am not much of a talker. I most likely will not appear on this blog much."

"They decided to leave it out, but did you know that this little worm (affectionate) has wings? They're really pretty and look like paper!"

"That information does not flow well with the rest of what I said, Half-Moon Cookie."

"Aw, come on, though. Don't you want the cookies here to learn more about you?"

"They will know as much as I tell them."

//OOC stuff like character inspo below the cut

My plan for the archives is that it has other cookies helping out sometimes (with the only permanent residents being Half-Moon Cookie and BookWyrm Cookie. I'm making the OCs as a I go along tho lol).

Originally, I was going to name BookWyrm Cookie "Jellyworm Cookie", because a lot of jellyworms are shown in the archives of the City or Wizards, and make them much more vibrant and silly. But, I liked the idea of the main 2 at the archives being opposites, so I decided to make Jellyworm more serious and straight-forward. Eventually, I remembered the term "Bookworm" and decided to name them "BookWyrm" to make them a dragon and to make a dragon pun.

Originally, after I decided they'll be a dragon, I didn't really base them off of any fruit. But, out of curiosity, I looked up "Worm fruits" and found out about Cecropia fruits, which are also nicknamed , "gummyworm fruit!"

I decided to design them after these fruits because of the silly gummyworm nickname.

Sadly, the wings didn't make it into the final art bcuz I felt like it was too much, UT they still do have them. They just keep them tightly folded. Unfinished sketch, but here's what they look like

#//I'm not counting this blog as multi-muse bcuz BookWyrm won't come on much #//but i might have BookWyrm takeovers at some point #half moon cookie #bookwyrm cookie #cookie run oc #crk oc #cookie run kingdom oc #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk #cookie run roleplay #crk roleplay #cookie run kingdom rp #cookie run kingdom roleplay #cookie run rp #cookie run fanart

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whumpsandwhimpers · 9 months ago

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INTRO POST!

HI fellow whump lovers!! I'm Aster! (my main is @ablatheringblatherskite!)

I have finally decided to make a whump blog. Mostly because I'm having a hard time sorting and finding the posts I reblogged on my main. My main will still be getting a bunch of whump stuff, but this sideblog will be exclusively whump!!

I'm mostly a fanfic writer, although I do have some original stories in the works!

Some fandoms I've written for (and want to write for): Phantom of the Opera, Supernatural, One Piece, Les Mis, Spider-Man, Daredevil, Wednesday, Hamilton

Blorbos I've Whumped (Or will whump): Raoul de Chagny, Erik (the Phantom), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Roronoa Zoro, Sanji, Peter Parker, Matt Murdock, Tyler Galpin, Hiccup Haddock III

READ MY WHUMP FICS HERE!

IMPORTANT NOTE AND SQUICKS:

I'm also a Christian. I avoid explicit and NSFW whump, as well as whump as a kink or fetish. I'm fine with graphic gore and violence, but avoid the more sexual side of whump generally.

Squicks: NSFWhump, overtly sexual contents, mentions of genitalia, Urination,

Some whump stuff I like!:

Restraints!!!! (shackles attached to the wall or ceiling, chained, tied to a chair, bound on the floor or in a stress position, gags, cloth gags and duct tape, collars and muzzles, hidden restraints, etc.)

Kidnapped and capture!!

Body horror (especially paired with non-con body mod)

Resigned whumpee, especially a defiant whumpee becoming broken and resigned and afraid

Small cages

Trophy Whumpee (Whumpee to be shown off and be pretty)

Mouth/eyelids stitched shut

Manhandling!!

Royal whumpee

Stress position

Dehumanization, Infantilization, and Humiliation/Degredation

Torture!!

Pet whump (obviously not the NSFW kind)

Nonsexual BBU

Roleplay whump (like, when the whumper forces the whumpee to play a specific role for them. Like their child, or spouse, etc)

Creepy whumper

Intimate whumper (yes ofc not the NSFW kind. More like ruffling their hair, patting their cheeks, holding their face, playing with their hair or ears, etc.)

Non-sexual, noncon touching

Exhaustion (but particularly when it's with an art form)

Performance whump (is this a thing. Like being forced to sing/dance for whumper's entertainment, or for whumper's gain)

Art whumpee (whumpee that's somehow turned into art)

Cosmetic whump

Plaything Whumpee (Whumpee being treated like a toy, a plaything)

Doll Whumpee (Whumpee being treated like a doll)

Experimentation and lab whump/medical whump (Lab rat whumpee!!)

Living Weapon

Forced obedience

Manipulation, mind games and gaslighting

Body control (Like, when whumper is only in control of the body but not the mind, so whumpee is maybe trapped in their mind and forced to watch)

Whumpee being turned into a puppet (literally and figuratively)/Literally being puppeteered with strings

Brainwashing/mind control

Cybernetics whump

Sensory deprivation

Branding

Carving skin with a knife (carving words, or maybe a creepy smile on the corners of whumpee's mouth!)

Public whump (public humiliation and being used as an example/to discourage people mmmmm)

Dismemberment/Vivisection/General Mutilation/Permanent damage/Gore

Waterboarding/Head being dunked into water forcefully

Good ol' classic beating while whumpee is restrained/already down

Paralysis drugs

And I Must Scream

Trauma

Comfort

And probably more that I've forgotten!!

Masterposts:

Chrumblr Whumblr 2024

Whumpuary 2025

Stuff I've Written (that aren't for whump challenges):

Muzzled / Foot on mouth / Bait for WoW / "Say It." / Good Bunny / Meat / "Why're you hitting yourself?"

Stuff I've Drawn:

Kiki being tortured / Raoul locked up / Ettie / Ettie kidnapped / "Shut up" (Ettie) / Whump art exchange 2025: Token

For Me:

Toyybox - Whump art exchange 2025: Ettie, Sam & Dean / Cyberwhumper - Christmas art

MY ART FIGHT!

I will GLADLY draw whump art for you guys :DDD

FEEL FREE TO GIVE ME WRITING/PROMPT REQUESTS!! (I'll probably just be slow about answering...)

icon by @toyybox!!! TY FRIEND

Aaaand that's all I guess! Let the whumping begin!

Tags and stuff:

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#caretaker, #bad caretaker, #carewhumper, #siblings, #relationships in whump

#restraints, #bound, #cocooned, #hanging from the ceiling, #tied to a chair, #tied to a tree, #strapped to a table, #tied to a bed, #bound and gagged, #gagging, #mouth stitched shut, #muted, #silenced, #blindfolded

#forced to watch, #forced to hurt a friend, #forced smile, #forced labour, #forced marriage, #force feeding, #forced drinking, #forced to participate, #forced to fight, #forced obedience, #hypnosis, #mind control, #controlled, #body control, #paralysis/paralyzed, #loss of autonomy, #possession, #catatonic

#punishments, #torture, #bullying, #abuse, #manhandling, #hair grabbing, #kneeling, #stepping on whumpee, #noncon touching, #sleep torture/sleep deprivation, #past torture, #tickle torture, #bruises, #injuries, #broken bones, #digging into injury, #scars, #broken bones, #electrocution, #drugged/drugging, #poisoning, #stress position, #beating(s), #slapping, #stripping, #whipping, #starvation, #strangling, #suffocation, #dehydration, #waterboarding, #branding, #tattooing, #scars, #emeto/vomiting, #noncon haircut, #noncon body modification, #experimentation, #amnesia, #sensory deprivation, #solitary confinement, #claustrophobia, #gunpoint, #curses, #sacrifices, #sickness, #being recorded, #being watched, #parting words regret, #transportation, #buying and selling, #on display, #used as target, #mutilation, #blood, #taking blood, #stabbing/impalement, #dismemberment, #gore, #permanent damage, #death, #resurrection, #came back wrong, #and i must scream

#chains, #ropes, #duct tape, #cages, #tiny cages, #cells, #two dimensional prisons, #muzzles, #blindfolds, #leashes, #collars, #head collar(s), #shock collars, #guns, #knives, #glass whump, #barbed wires, #cement, #hooks

#conditioning, #mind games, #manipulation, #self-deprecation, #self loathing, #self harm, #self sacrifice, #sacrifices, #screams, #sobbing, #resignation, #dehumanization, #humiliation, #shame, #infantilization, #degradation, #desperation, #fear, #pain, #rage, #trauma, #triggers, #vague discomfort, #distrust, #dazed, #dazed and confused, #disorientation, #delirium, #horrified, #mocking, #arguments, #betrayal, #guilt, #amnesia, #hallucinations, #exhaustion, #nightmares, #begging, #gaslighting, #abandonment/abandoned, #isolation, #unconscious, #insecurity, #threats, #hurtful words, #helplessness, #shutting down

#kidnapped, #captured, #trapped, #slavery, #body horror, #escape attempt, #rescue/rescued, #recovery, #aftermath whump, #hostage whump, #used as bait, #royal whump, #lab whump, #medical whump, #magic whump, #superhero whump, #pirate whump, #superpower whump, #superhealing whump, #undercover whump, #public whump, #public humiliation, #surprise whump, #pet whump, #wing whump, #water whump, #heat whump, #mouth whump, #eye whump, #hand whump, #domestic whump, #cybernetic(s) whump, #art whump, #performance whump, #cosmetic whump, #living weapon, #hurt/comfort, #parental whump, #family whump, #psychological whump, #emotional whump, #roleplay whump, #prison whump, #historical whump, #religious whump, #performance whump, #holiday whump, #team whump, #held for ransom, #gladiator whump, #time loop, #reality manipulation, #memory whump

#sickfic, #hypothermia

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picsthatmakeyougohmm · 2 years ago

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Hello Dear Friend.

I was in your country in 2019.I have gone through your profile and decided to go straight to the point on why i wholeheartedly contacting you.

My name is Mrs. Marion Gadsby from Thailand,Australian,79years,I have been diagnosed with Esophageal cancer .It has defiled all forms of medical treatment, and right now I have only about a month to live, according to medical experts. I have not particularly lived my life so well, as I never really cared for anyone (not even myself) but my business was my priority.

Though I am a very rich lady, I was never generous, I was always hostile to people and only focused on my business as that was the only thing I cared for. But now I regret all this as I now know that there is more to life than just wanting to have or make all the money in the world.

I Am very sick now and depends on machines to survive which I know one day one minute I will be no more , but before departing I have a fortune I will like to confined your position so that you can use it and do the humanitarian work which I failed to do when I had the grace and the time. I have willed and given to my immediate and extended family members ,but these last funds I would want to be useful to the poor and the needy. I don't trust any of my family members again because I don't think that they will deliver the fortune to the poor and needy. This is the main reason why I contacted you because I believe you will make it happen as I will instruct you in the future when the fortune is in your hands.

I want God to be merciful to me and accept my soul, so I have decided to give alms to charity organizations, as I want this to be one of the last good deeds I do on earth.

I cannot do this myself anymore. I once asked members of my family to close one of my accounts and distribute the money which I have there to charity organizations in Bulgaria and Pakistan, but they refused and kept the money to themselves and used it to buy flashy cars and big houses in the city. Hence, I do not trust them anymore, as they seem not to be content with what I have left for them. The last of my money which no one knows of is the sum of $3,000,000.00( Three Million dollars) my late husband was wealthy as an oil mogul, politician and other businesses, but he died in his private jet crash .WE CAN'T QUESTION GOD.

I will let you have 20% of his funds for your effort and time and the 80% should go to the poor and needy around you, especially those that are in war zones. Treat this message confidentially till it's done. I am waiting for your reply.

Contact me direct for more information. [email protected]

Mrs Marion Gasby. [email protected]

Finally destiny knocked at my door. I'm rich! I don't have to run this blog anymore.

I'll find plenty of big tiddy goth girlfriends with a million dollars

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velvet-vox · 1 year ago

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Why Doll perfectly exemplifies all of the strengths and flaws of Murder Drones as a series.

From the amount of posts present on my blog about the specific individual, it is rather obvious to assume that Doll Yurikova (I'm still convinced the fandom made up this surname) is my favourite character from Murder Drones and you wouldn't be wrong.

She just simply tickles my needy scratch for weird, cool complex villainess characters.

However, eventually I also realised that she more than any other character embodies everything that makes murder drones a great show and everything that detracts the show from being genuinely amazing.

Let's start off with the good, anything I say applies to the both of them:

Doll/Murder drones are generally cool, unconventionally attractive, have great potential (this point will be elaborated upon) and are very complex in both the themes that they bring to the table and the philosophical standpoints discussed.

Coolness factor is mostly subjective, but I am sure any Murder drones fan will tell you that the sci-fi/horror/mystery/romance/comedy show about sentient cannibalistic robots who fight against eldritch atrocities with Portal 2-esque music is an absolute blast conceptually and visually. In the same way the russian robo vampire who was previously a cheerleader before deciding to commit cannibalism to avenge her dead parents has swarms of fans simping for her.

Unconventionally attractive is determined by unconventional people, said people also have rewatched the show seventeen different times.

Now, regarding the great potential, although I've also elaborated the previous points, this is one that will carry over when discussing the negatives of both the character and the show, but as for positive, you can just feel that Murder Drones is so much different from anything else you have ever watched, it truly gives me haunted Ghibli vibes in the way the story plays out. It could really be amazing. As for Doll, every time I watch her in the show up to her death I just get really sad thinking about what could have been if she had a redemption arc or just a better life in general.

Murder drones has abuse as his main theme and how it circulates into destructive chains and Doll is definitely one of the more interesting examples of said theme, being part of the abused and mauled drone designation that became an abuser herself. I say one of the more interesting examples because her story is fleshed out better than someone else's, say Tessa or Alice.

And now for the negatives, we need to bring out the big elephant in the room:

The show is only 8 episodes long and they are writing the season one finale in the same way you would write a series finale since making Murder drones costs Glitch a crap ton of money when they could just lower the animation quality and allow the story more time to breathe (mind you this is also Liam Vickers fault). I just hate the 8 episodes 20 minute long formula, it has, in my opinion, destroyed modern show telling and I honestly can't bear it any longer.

Besides that, 8 episodes of 20 minutes means that Doll's arc has to be paced quickly in order to get all the other characters (particularly the main ones) and elements to shine and that unfortunately leads to the fact that both Doll and Murder drones lack the one thing that separates Doll from being a human being and Murder Drones from being an amazing show, and that thing is (drum rolls) the tissue.

To explain, they have the (exo)skeleton, the organs, the mandibles and all the things that would make a piece of fiction feel truly human, but without the connective tissue, the skin, they both end up just short of those standards and as a result I can't confidently say that they are truly evocative individuals. Tissue of course is a metaphor for quote on quote "filler" in regards to the show and "villain at rest" moments in regards to Doll and her arc. And let's talk about the ending of said arc because of its possibility of paralleling the conclusion of the show;

You can say a lot of things about Doll's death but one thing that's impossible to deny is the impact of her death in your mind, everything about its execution is just so brutal that it leaves you a lasting feeling in your body; in a similar manner, the show could end with an absolute gut punch that remains impressed in your mind for months to come.

Want more?

#murder drones doll #murder drones tessa #murder drones uzi #murder drones alice #murder drones spoilers #murder drones analysis #glitch productions #liam vickers animation #murder drones ep 7 #murder drones

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mist-touchedxiv · 5 months ago

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🎵🎶What a Difference... a Year Maaaakes~!🎶🎵

🎶8,760 little hours...🎶

Actually, I can't remember when I started this blog, but I'm pretty sure it was about a year ago.

ANYDANGWAY! Wow! I'm actually kinda surprised that I'm still here and, in fact, thriving. 2024 was a LOT of growing pains for me on here (and in general, but that's been covered already) and I've learned a lot about how to be properly active on here and NOT seem like a spam bot!

I'm a little bit embarrassed to admit that it's been an emotional rollercoaster for me and a bit of a learning curve, but I'm glad to seem to have finally begun finding my feet here.

The exodus to BlueSky really showed me who a lot of people really are, and it wasn't pretty. To this day, I don't think l can really stand folks who now spend most of their FFXIV OC time on BlueSky. It's a real

sign to me. I apologize if that offends, but my experience on there was people were stuck up and narcissistic and obsessed with popularity.

I'm glad I took my several month hiatus and decided to give Tumblr another shot back in December because it really proved me wrong about the community on here. A lot of people rallied to me and helped me understand how to interact here. It's been nice! I have a nice little corner with some good folks, and I hope I can continue to enjoy it.

And while I'm by no means popular, it's also been gratifying to help newer blogs get attention. That's a really horrible period that can be really demoralizing. Especially when you're an experienced RPer or just making a blog for a new character, and ya just need people to give you a chance!

I'll try to resume some actual writing here soon, especially since that's supposed to be my main way of showcasing DIS FOOKIN' GUY 😆. I could use some tips for keeping my writing together and organized!

I genuinely appreciate everyone who has been so nice and welcoming to me. It's really been a balm for my soul!

Respectfully,

The Mun Behind the Bun

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#✒️ ;; ooc #mun things #thank you #out of character.#mun talks #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv oc #ffxiv writing #viera ffxiv #male viera #ff14 viera #Youtube

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lose-to-win-au · 26 days ago

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(I FINALLY FINISHED MY FINAL EXAMS, what better way to celebrate than to finally reveal this 🥀)

GENERAL INFO CARD OF MY LOSE TO WIN AU BLOG — A Grownup version of Pixar’s Win or Lose

Basically what the title states, I thought it be pretty interesting if we aged up the WoL characters for them to be competing in a semi-pro league in a lil canon divergent story! :D

Buuuuuut there’s a problem. Otto (odo), the league owner, after a devastating championship loss decides to divide the team in two. Pickles (most of the ones we know and love, the ones that chose legacy over going pro) and the new mustards (SOME of the pickles will go over here. Setting the stage for some conflict between teams. The ones ACTUALLY going pro- 😭). In the midst of all of this mess, Rochelle, the teams catcher, decides to try and bridge the team like they once were!

(More info below cut :D)

It’s been an idea I’ve had for literal AGES but couldn’t publish it ANYWHERE because:

- I don’t feel very confident in my drawing skills, but I’ll certainly try and give you the best I can and learn something along the way :D

- I’m sometimes inactive because I do tend to get too caught up in the outlining process…BUT if I’m going to last so long, why not make it public? (Im actually starving for someone who loves WoL as much as I do 😭)

- I have no idea if this’ll be a comic or an AO3 comic. I’ll probably update it with a proper info card once I know lol, I have no idea how tumblr works so I’ll be slow-

HERES THE MAIN CAST OR SUM:

- Rochelle

- Laurie (I would put a yellow name tag but didn’t find it-)

- Kai

- Yuwen

- Ira

- Taylor

- Tom

- Frank (navy name tag)

- Dan

- James

- Odo (Otto in this AU lol)

- Francis

- Luciana, Borna, Terrence…etc

- SOME OCs just to set the tone (not really that relevant, just LORE)

AND HERE ARE THE CANON DIVERGENT STUFF:

- The pickles went from a junior league to a semi-pro league, not a school extracurricular anymore 😭

- Frank became a full time ump and volunteered with the league instead of being a teacher

- Francis is a DARN GAME NARRATOR

- Oh and Ottos grown, owns the league, and is still an oracle lmao

- The bleacher creatures became from unsupervised 15 year old criminals to a shady sports organization…I have no idea how I came to that conclusion

- Ira stayed with the youth part of the bleacher creatures

- Tom used to be a part of it too when he was younger (+ his narrative with his brother is more fleshed out here. YEAH SILLY BOY DEVELOPMENT LETS GO)

- Yuwen and Taylor don’t come together until the start of the story

- I think that’s it

QUESTIONS & BOUNDARIES

- Is this an ask-blog? I’d say for the most part—yes! I’m also planning on making this blog my general WoL account apart from my AU’s so I’ll probably post reblogs, analysis, memes, etc.

- I go by mod Nick in this blog! I use she/her pronouns

- Are there any ships? Kai x Laurie, Rochelle x Tom and Yuwen x Taylor BUT Rochelle x Laurie HEAVILY IMPLIED. You guys can internet any relationship however you’d like :D

- Do you accept DMs? As long as they’re respectful, I NEED HUMAN CONTACT IM COMPLETELY OPEN TO THEM

- I don’t do art requests YET but I will post doodles for a couple of asks that pique my attention

- I DO WRITING REQUESTS THO

- I’m not comfortable with anything NSFW more for the fact that I’m 15 than anything 😭 so…yeah

- Can I make fan works of any sorts? YES. PLEASE. I don’t know if my AU is even that good but if someone there wants to take this idea and work with it? GO ON, BE FREE ❤️❤️❤️❤️

- Do you accept criticism? I’m actually really sensitive to it AND trying to correct my insecurity to just create happily without putting all my worth on my work. So YES. ANY CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM I WELCOME WITH OPEN ARMS

I HOPE IM NOT TOO LATE-

#win or lose #pixar win or lose #lose to win #lose to win au #intro post #is this fandom still alive #oh well #FINALS WERE THE DEATH OF ME I WAS INACTIVE FOR LIKE A MONTH #rochelle win or lose #win or lose au #blog intro #can’t wait

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dailynyarinder · 9 months ago

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wakey wakey

Is someone home?

HI GUYS MOD HERE IM SO SORRY

Another quick Daily Nyarinder coming soon! Plus… a challenge? 👀

An explanation for my absence + details on an upcoming Daily Nyarinder event under the cut!!

So kinda personal bt my therapist left her practice unexpectedly so I got off my adhd and depresso meds at the same time as I was moving to another house and I just… really lost steam and haven’t had the energy to work on this project orz

i love cotl with all my heart! But my main fandom is svsss (shout out to kamkamquats on twt, this blog was inspired by their dailybingpup!! 💖) and trying to move all my shit over from twitter to bluesky so it doesn’t feed Elon Musk’s ai has also taken a lot of energy that would have been spent drawing for both cotl and svsss.

Additionally, last time I checked this blog I got some anon asks trying to pull me into fandom wank. The admin of this account is a grown adult with a spouse, a house, community protests to organize/attend, cosplays to make, a startup business to take care of; online fandoms are my comfort place and have been since I was 13, and as such I resolved years ago to stay away from fandom drama and just do what makes me happy. I’m really used to how chill and sweet svsss fandom is, so it was kinda startling to remember that younger fandoms are very drama-prone. I deleted those messages, but it still left a sour taste in my mouth whenever I came back to this blog.

As such, I’ve been on a break. And I probably will continue this hiatus until things settle on bluesky and I can spend more time on my friend’s cotl discord server to get my motivation back.

THAT SAID, I hope to do a little daily nyarinder art challenge for anyone who still follows this blog! Instructions and rules will be posted separately later today, but the idea is thus:

“YOU, dear reader, are just as wonderful, creative, and capable an artist as any cultist here. What do YOU want to see in Daily Nyarinder’s escapades? Pick up a craft and get creating! Use whatever you’ve got—whether it’s a fancy tablet, ibispaint on a touchscreen phone (that’s how dailynyarinder has been made so far 👀), a pen and the back of a receipt, needle and thread, hook and yarn, scrapbooking paper and scissors, a word doc and a keyboard, a camera, etc etc etc. Whatever medium brings you joy and renews your belief in our benevolent God of Death, this humble Narinder blog calls upon you to make and share a Daily Nyarinder post of your own!

Skill level doesn’t matter in the face of creativity. Whether you’re a renowned oil painter, a fanfic author, a newbie artist, or a kid who just really likes cats, all offerings are encouraged and welcome!

As for content rules, the Nyarinderverse is full of strange and unusual things; anything goes! HOWEVER, since this is a sfw blog and is followed by lots of minors, I’ll ask that if anyone participating decides to draw nsfw content, please make sure it is appropriately tagged and locked behind some sort of link—whether it’s a link to twitter, privatter, or elsewise. Any NSFW that isn’t hidden from immediate view will not be reblogged on this blog. If and when I reblog potential nsfw content, it will be tagged “NSFW” BY ME BY AS WELL so that my followers can filter it out if they need.

Any characters, ships, potential squicks or triggers, etc should be tagged appropriately.

Please know that this blog will never, EVER harass or condone/encourage harassment based on what you make, but as the mod I retain the right to not reblog works that squick me out personally. This doesn’t mean you shouldn’t make them; it just means they might not all appear here.

Works may be posted separately under the hashtag #DailyNyarinderChallenge or submitted to this blog!

Finally, and most importantly, HAVE FUN!”

^^^ the challenge text will be reposted with some promotional artwork later, but does this sound like it would be a fun event? Let me know what you think.

Look forward to the resolution of the current daily nyarinder arc this week! But then I’ll likely go back on break again until things settle. 💖🐈‍⬛

#daily nyarinder #cotl #admin voice

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renee-minkowskis-therapist · 4 days ago

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okay your turn. oc infodump? (if you want to)

Ooh, thanks for asking! Okay, so I don't know how many of my posts about The Guys you've seen, because I know you only started following me recently, but the ones I post about on my blog are from my newest WIP, Ashlin's List -- a fiction podcast about a relatively regular person who stumbles into an epic centuries-long war to protect the multiverse from collapsing after the death of their boyfriend, who was involved in all of it. There are 6 main characters, who I usually tag on posts and whatnot. They are:

Ashlin Cabrera (they/it): The protagonist. They're a 30-something physics professor whose life was pretty normal until their partner, Devon Bell, was mysteriously murdered. Devon was really into urban exploration and left behind a list of spots for him and Ashlin to explore together, so Ashlin decides to go check them out in his memory: turns out that those spots were gates to other universes and Devon was part of the organization that protected them, which is how Ashlin ends up involved with said organization too. Ashlin is tired pretty much all the time, but when you get to know them it turns out they care deeply for the people they love in an I-will-kill-you-if-you-touch-them sort of way. Then, when you dig even deeper, you learn that 90% of what they say and believe about themself and their life is a lie: Ashlin's whole life is constructed around narratives, and most of them aren't true. For example, they think and talk about their relationship with Devon as if it were perfect, but in actuality they were a bit of an asshole to him and dismissive of his interests -- the list, as it turns out, wasn't for Ashlin at all, he just wrote it as a list of urbex locations for them to go to together because he knew they'd ignore it that way. He broke up with them about three days before he died, but no one knows that except Ashlin, and they're trying to forget it. The most unreliable of narrators.

Emery Dean (he/they): A transplant from another universe. Emery's thing is that he's been vulnerable to tears in the fabric of the multiverse his whole life: as a kid, he would sometimes randomly get pulled into another universe and get stuck there for 10 minutes-3 hours before returning to his home universe, and never knew why. When he got older, those pulls grew longer and longer, until finally he got permanently stuck in another universe. He tried to go back to his home universe, but in this world multiversal travel always carries a risk of destabilizing the multiverse, so in this case he ended up destroying his home universe when he returned and watching his partner, who also happened to be that world's Devon, die right in front of him. Thankfully for Emery, he got pulled to the universe that the story takes place in, universe 86, and thus survived. He started living in the sewers because he didn't know how to get a job or a house in the new universe. At one point he went to find 86's Devon because he wanted to see if they really did "fall in love in every universe": he discovered that they did not, but still kept an eye on Devon from afar to protect him, which didn't work out great (and honestly, crossed into stalking on multiple occasions: Emery is not a very well-adjusted person.) He's very confident, happy, and stable on the surface, but when you look beneath that he's so desperate for control of his life that it makes him more than a little crazy. He saves Ashlin's ass on multiple occasions, most of which were without Ashlin realizing, and the two of them have a fucked-up little situationship later on where they're both kind of using each other as a replacement for Devon. He's also trans. Diversity win.

Ezekiel Dean (he/him): Universe 86's version of Emery. Unlike Emery, Ezekiel grew up without any acceptance or knowledge of the queer community, so he stayed closeted and unaware of his trans identity until adulthood, and eventually fell in with the organization trying to destroy the multiverse, becoming its leader Henrietta's protege. Henrietta took advantage of Ezekiel's feelings of hopelessness, convincing him that the only way to make his life better was to destroy reality and create a new one, and he believed it. He's the reason Emery's always been so vulnerable to instabilities in the multiverse: he used the abilities taught to him by Henrietta to try and "reach out" to other versions of himself as a last-ditch attempt to see if there was any hope for him. When he finally does meet Emery, though, he hates him, because Emery represents a happiness that Ezekiel doesn't think he could ever obtain. At the end of season 1, he's badly injured and Henrietta leaves him to die, so Emery takes him in, not wanting to watch another version of himself suffer and believing he can be better. Eventually, he figures his shit out, joins the Guardians, and comes out as trans. He's still burned-out and a bit violent, but he has some hope for the future now, and he's trying his best to be as good as Emery wants him to be out of a perceived debt to them.

Aracelis (they/she): An immortal being belonging to a species called the Timeless. At the inception of each universe, a Timeless is born with it to protect it, but most Timeless don't care about that because it wouldn't affect them: Aracelis does, though, because they love humanity. They love human art, human food, and human culture, and they've had a series of romantic relationships and friendships with humans, so they don't want the multiverse to get messed up because that would kill most of the humans. In the 1870s they had a 2-year relationship with Arthur Bell, the original Guardian of the modern era: when Arthur died, Aracelis promised to take care of his descendants and the multiverse for him, so they did (though not always in a super-moral way: Aracelis definitely pressured and indoctrinated the Bells into Guardianship in a way she should not have done). She bases her entire morality on whatever her current favorite person thinks: that used to be Arthur, and now it's her best friend, the head guardian Kivi (more on them later). She's laid-back, curious, and incredibly loyal, but doesn't really care about the difference between right and wrong. At the beginning she can't feel hunger, thirst, tiredness, or pain, but as the series goes on and she makes more decisions she regrets she begins to feel these sensations as a human would, because what's more human than regret?

Noa "Kivi" Kivikko (they/them): The head Guardian. Kivi grew up somewhere in Scandinavia (originally Finland, considering changing that to a different country): they were never particularly socially adept, and they developed a lot of life skills later than their peers did, and while their parents tried their best to act like that didn't bother them, it didn't really work, so Kivi grew up feeling inferior and incompetent. When they were 12, they started volunteering with the local Guardian organization, and found that they were actually pretty good at it, which was intoxicating to them: at 19 they cut off their family and moved to America to focus fully on Guardianship. They rose up in the ranks and became Head Guardian of the Northeast area once all the Bells died: this means that these days they're pretty much the only Guardian left, and they're doing a great job keeping everything running on their own, thank you very much. Ruthlessly pragmatic: their one and only goal is protecting the multiverse, and will stop at nothing, even the murder of innocent people, to accomplish that. Very, very good at Guardianship and all the skills associated with it: very, very bad at everything else. They're best friends with Aracelis because they're the only one who can see her as a person and not a lofty immortal and she's the only one who can see them as vulnerable and human: they're called Kivi because they started going by their last name when they immigrated, and as the two got closer Aracelis wanted to call them something more intimate than Kivikko, but respected their choice not to use their first name, so started calling them Kivi, and it stuck.

Irina Bell (she/her): The youngest of the gang: a 19-year-old goth trans woman. Grew up in the Acolyte organization (the guys who want to destroy the multiverse), but was never really accepted for who she was, so she ran away to join the Guardians (who at that point are just Kivi, Aracelis, Ashlin, and Emery). She's desperate to prove her competence and respects the others greatly: she's incredibly good at her job, but doubts her own abilities. She cares deeply about doing the right thing, but has a very black-and-white view of morality and doesn't really have a concrete set of principles, so she struggles a lot with moral dilemmas. She's a cat person: her cat, Sepulcher, is the one thing she misses about her life with the Acolytes.

That's the basic rundown of the Main Guys! They're all horrible people and I love them. If you have any other questions about them, please feel free to ask (I also have another WIP, so if there are OC names I tag a lot but didn't list here that's why: I don't post about that one on this blog, but if you're curious I'd be up to tell you more over DMs). Thanks so much for letting me ramble!

#len posts #writing #ashlin's list #ashlin #emery #ezekiel #aracelis #kivi #irina

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endofradio · 5 months ago

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A DEVIL IN THE WOODS — CHAPTER ONE: A FAMILIAR FACE

notes: hey chat i decided to rewrite my abigail fic for the third time already because i was Still unhappy with it. i downloaded this app called novelist to help with organization and development and it’s been super useful. well. at least i got my writing muse back. and this fandom desperately needs a revival anyway.

warnings: none

summary: while sitting in her bedroom alone, sylvie ends up encountering a familiar person from her past — and not in a way she would’ve expected to. as it turns out, she’s needed for something important.

word count: 1.5k

tags: @trelaney @not-alesha @lokidoki9 @hesawifebeaterdanusethegun @berrysemifreddo @maggotssmichael @blackwolfstabs @atcarpenter @sophies-blogs (let me know if you’d like a tag!)

NEXT CHAPTER

Quietly humming a tune to herself as she sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor was a young, dark-haired woman with a sketchbook.

And she was an incredibly lonely woman, known as Sylvie.

For all her twenty-five years of living, she had no one except for herself. Art, literature, and music were the main things that did bring her happiness. Primarily, they were distractions to use when she was feeling particularly vulnerable.

And tonight, Sylvie was having one of those moments.

Sometimes, everything just became too overwhelming for her. Today had been a decent day for the most part. She went for a walk in the park, took herself out to a café, visited the local library… and then returned home. She picked up journaling while she was in jail five years ago, but eventually quit because it felt… unfulfilling. It was just writing words on a page. How was that helpful? Nobody was listening to her.

But a lot of things have changed since those five years. A month ago, Sylvie chose to pick up her old journal and pick up where she left off. She never even managed to fill 20 pages before she decided to quit. After coming home tonight, she decided to look at some of her past entries.

That was what triggered the sudden emptiness she now felt.

When Sylvie picked up journaling again, she never looked at her first few entries. Just to see how much changed since then, she chose to flip through them. Bad idea. Fuck, how miserable was she? She sighed and took a glance at her very first entry:

“I’ve only been here for a day and I want to fucking go home. It’s so miserable here. I’m barely able to have anything with me. Hell, I’m glad I’m even able to have my journal with me. Everybody here’s so fucking weird. This room is so cramped. It’s making me feel like I’m going to lose my goddamn mind. Is this how it feels for animals to be kept in a zoo? It’s not like I killed anybody. Why am I being treated like this? That New York fuck (think his name is Adam but I don’t care) keeps bothering me too. This is seriously my worst nightmare.”

The flashbacks… oof. Seeing Adam’s name again was a harsh, unfriendly reminder. Sylvie could feel herself getting angry again just from remembering him. The annoying, cocky manner in which he spoke, his fucking personality… she thought she hated her parents enough.

But at the same time, she couldn’t exactly deny that a part of her missed Adam. At least he saw something in her, even if that “something” was just some chick to piss off. Besides, on rare occasions, they had conversations that weren’t so bad. He didn’t treat her like her parents did. Maybe that was why she missed him. Hell, he was even somewhat better than Charlie.

Once Sylvie started thinking like that, the lonelier she felt. As much as she hated to admit it, Adam really had been her chance to finally talk to someone — like, really talk to someone. She got to know some things about him, and he got to know some things about her. She never even got to that level with Charlie. She didn’t even understand how they were ever in a relationship. Their “relationship” was founded on having sex for substances and money. With Adam, they just… talked, nothing more.

Now, Sylvie was sitting and drawing, feeling too aware of her thoughts and feelings for her liking… until she suddenly heard a noise coming from inside her apartment.

Shit. I forgot to lock the front door, didn’t I?

Sylvie slowly stood up, peeking around the corner of her room to see where the source of the noise was. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen… and she was right.

I wasn’t expecting anybody.

In the kitchen was a man wearing all-black. He was masked and wearing a beanie, completely disguising his identity. Sylvie just knew the man was tall and appeared to be wearing glasses, and that was it.

What the fuck?

The man appeared to be looking for something. What could he possibly be looking for, though? In Sylvie’s opinion, there wasn’t anything around of any significance. If anything, her most valuable items were in her room.

Then, the man turned around, and the two of them made eye contact for a couple of seconds. Fuck.

Sylvie quickly slammed her door shut and locked it, turned the light off, and scrambled to hide under her bed. If this stranger was supposed to be robbing her, then so far he wasn’t doing the best job at it.

But, the man was no stranger. She eventually made that conclusion when she heard him speak.

“Sylvie… really? C’mon, I used to be a fuckin’ cop. Did you forget we know how to break down doors?”

Just as he said that, the man started to kick at the locked door. Sylvie flinched at the sound, crawling further under the bed. Adam? How the hell did he get here? How did he even know her address? When they knew each other, they were in New York, not Boston. What the hell was he even doing now? He wasn’t a cop anymore. Ironically, it seemed like he’d switched sides.

Sylvie wanted to say something, but she couldn’t. She only slowly peeked her head out from her hiding spot when Adam kicked at the door a second time, successfully forcing it open.

“Ah, there you are. You left the front door open. Not too smart, if you ask me.”

When Sylvie spoke, her voice was unsteady. After not seeing him in five years, this is how they meet again? She felt a confusing mixture of emotions — anger, shock, fear.

“Adam…? What… what the hell are you doing here?”

Adam pulled his mask down. Though he rolled his eyes, there was a part of him that weirdly appreciated the fact Sylvie still recognized him after all this time.

“It’s ‘Frank’ now, actually.”

Sylvie raised an eyebrow, still reluctant to come fully out of hiding. “Why?”

“That’s not important.” Frank scoffed. “I’ve got a job for you, so I suggest you quit hiding. I’m not gonna fuckin’ hurt you, for fuck’s sake.”

“A… job? What do you mean?” Sylvie asked, crawling out of her hiding spot and slowly standing up, staring at Frank warily.

“Quit asking questions.” He rolled his eyes. “You’d probably like a job that doesn’t require you laying on your back. I know you need the money, anyway.”

Sylvie took a seat on the edge of her bed, staring up at Frank and tilting her head to the side, an unimpressed look on her face. “I’m not taking any offers from you.”

“You don’t have a choice.”

Now, Sylvie was really confused. “The fuck are you talking about?”

Frank shrugged, a nonchalant expression on his face. “If you don’t come with me, you’re going to wind up dead. I don’t make the rules.”

Was he just trying to scare her? Yeah, but at the same time… he knew damn well something bad would most likely happen to Sylvie if she didn’t obey. This was an important mission.

Wait, why did he care? She was some chick he arrested five years ago and picked on. Why should it matter if she died or got hurt? Maybe it would just be an inconvenience.

Jesus Christ, quit overthinking it.

“Okay, what kind of fucking job are you talking about here?” Sylvie asked, her tone growing increasingly suspicious. “I’m not risking my life over some bullshit.”

Frank lowered his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, sighing. “Just… just get fuckin’ dressed. I know you have plenty of black clothes. Use ‘em. We’re running out of time.”

Sylvie was still wearing flannel pajama pants and a worn-out Black Sabbath shirt.

“Fine. I’ll get dressed if you get the fuck out.”

Frank shook his head, crossing his arms. “I can’t be certain that you’ll call the fuckin’ cops and ruin everything.”

Sylvie sighed and facepalmed, starting to feel stressed. “Okay, just… turn around, then. Don’t look.”

Once she was certain he wasn’t looking, she reluctantly removed her shirt and pants, searching in her wardrobe for an all-black outfit. As she stood there in just her bra and underwear, Frank turned to sneak a glance at her… right when Sylvie was looking at him, too.

“The fuck are you looking at?” She asked, her tone unfriendly as she quickly crossed her arms. “I told you not to look.”

Frank shrugged, his demeanor nonchalant. “Hm, I don’t know. Just wondering what the fuck’s takin’ you so long. Hurry up.”

Once Sylvie put on a black skirt, shoes, a long-sleeved shirt, and a hoodie, she rolled her eyes at the man. “Fine, I’m ready, I guess.”

Frank smirked. “Good.”

“Can I… bring something with me?”

“Make it quick.”

Sylvie quickly grabbed her phone and put it in the pocket of her hoodie, then grabbed her wallet. Then, she followed Frank out of her apartment.

This was surely going to be an interesting night.

#dan stevens #horror movies #horror #abigail 2024 #abigail #abigail movie #frank abigail #fanfiction #my fics #writeblr #a devil in the woods

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