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storiesbyrhi · 1 year ago

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Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence/some infrequent gore, swearing, animal death, no beta, death in childbirth (mentioned, not described), abusive parents, suicide, spiders/bugs, grief/mourning; warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: Magic for magic. 2552 words.

1986

Aeschylus, often considered the father of Greek tragedy, once said that, “He who learns must suffer.” In your experience, learning was a good and pure thing. Though, since coming to Hawkins, all you had learned only served to cause you pain. Aeschylus continued, “And even in our sleep, pain that cannot forgot falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.”

So, sleep you did.

Once the grieving teens had left the trailer, you were left alone with your thoughts. Eddie hadn’t come out of the bedroom, and you suspected he wouldn’t until he was invited to. You curled up on the couch, felt the warmth left in the wake of Steve Harrington’s ghost dissipate, and napped.

From the bedroom, Eddie listened to your breathing even out. He smiled at the small snores and sounds of your sleep; those, he remembered, he knew well. He remembered how you slept and how you woke. How you walked and talked. Thought and felt. He remembered falling in love with you then, and now. He’d stay in that bedroom for as long as you needed him to.

An hour later, you woke hungry and sad. Sleep, though, did as Aeschylus had said. It allowed what you had learned and all your pain to be distilled into a strange sort of wisdom. There was only one question that mattered in the moment. Did you want Eddie to tell the story of your history, or did you want to recover your memories first through magic?

With your plate piled with fruit and cheese, you made your way down the hall and into the bedroom. It was still equipped to block out the sun. Dark as dark could be.

“I’m turning the light on.”

Eddie was sitting on the floor next to the bed, on the opposite side to you. He’d picked up your copy of The Lord of the Rings and was making good progress. He stood up.

“Didn’t know vampires like to read,”

“I don’t know about the others. But I do. It slows time down. I can’t read any faster than a human can.”

He was different. He held himself different now that he knew who he was.

You sat cross-legged on the bed and began to eat.

“It was the blood from your lip,” he told. You still tasted how you did then, on the banks of the stream.

You nodded. “I figured. I didn’t think it would be that easy though,”

“I would not call any of this easy.” There was an innocence or naivety that came with having no memories, and it had often manifested in Eddie’s tone and speech pattern. It was gone now.

“Were we right? All our guesses about what happened?”

Eddie sat on the bed, his back to the wall and legs stretched out in front of him. He clasped his hands together and blinked slowly. When he looked at you, you were overwhelmed by the expression. You crumpled, lost under the weight of Eddie’s gaze.

“My love,” he murmured, reaching out to move your plate and pull you into his lap.

You curled your arms between your body and his, letting him hold you, enclosing you entirely. When you cried, it wasn’t just out of frustration at Eddie keeping the truth from you. It was a release of all the tension. It was grief for Steve and the teenage soldiers. It was anger on behalf of Hawkins, the decades it had spent suffering with the plagues unleashed by the lab. The horror of knowing your memories had been tinkered with by the people who were meant to protect you. The loneliness in that. And, the pain of betrayal.

The shame of being a bad witch and wrong on some deep subatomic level. The longing for love. The fear of everything to come.

Your emotions were making you feel claustrophobic. Paranoid. Disorientated.

“My little witch. My love…” Eddie struggled with what to say, for he knew that whatever picture you were painting in your mind, the truth was worse. Although he didn’t know what happened to you after he sunk to the bottom of the stream, transformed into the bat, it did not take much thought to finish your story. Sally, Gillian, and Penelope, stripping you of your memories.

Eddie held you tighter, let you sob until you ran dry. Dehydrated and with a pounding headache, you sat up with a blurry expression.

“My apple’s gone brown,” you pouted.

Eddie laughed, feeling himself come alive with love.

“You keep looking at me like that,” you said, rubbing your face with your hands.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m… a little mewling kitten… or… I don’t know…”

He knew what you meant. He was looking at you like he knew you and was devastatingly in love with you and could watch you pout about apples forever.

“Sorry,” Eddie replied.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re not sorry,”

“No,” he agreed. “But I will try not to think of you as a mewling kitten. Would you prefer to be an ally cat or-” He was cut off when you threw a piece of brie at him. Eddie laughed again.

You shuffled around to sit cross-legged again. Breathing in deeply, you let it out and decided. “I don’t want you to tell me everything. I don’t want to feel like it’s all just… theory… You know? I’m real. I’m here. But I was there and that was real, and I need to feel it. I need to remember it for myself.”

Eddie nodded. “I understand,”

“Do you know anything specific about how the memories were taken? Like, the spell?”

“No. Just that… I believe they were taken against your will,”

“Yeah. They were. A witch would never give up a part of herself like that…”

It was a solemn conclusion, but the conversation had a glimmer of hope. You were a spell away from your memories, so close to that pain falling drop by drop into your heart until it turned to wisdom.

…

“You can send me away,” Eddie offered from where he sat on the kitchen bench, his legs swinging. “I won’t be offended,”

“Mmm. Because not offending you is at the top of my list of concerns right now.”

He held in a smirk. Even without your memories and with a new name, you were still his little witch.

“I was simply offering privacy,”

“I’d prefer if you’d offer to go and pick some chicory flowers. They’re the blue-”

“Blue flowers on long stems. I know. Not native to this area but grow where it is hot and dry.”

You blinked at him, taken aback by his knowledge of wildflowers.

He liked the surprised look on your face. “Shall I continue? The plant can be used for a variety of magic purposes. European folklore claims it can open locked doors. This belief has also been traced to Ancient Egypt. Chicory root can be used as an amplifier, while the rest of the plant has its uses in spells relating to time, curses, and invisibility.”

Eddie watched your lips part as you breathed out. The craft was your love language, and your blown pupils were evidence that he was fluent enough.

“Forgive me for revealing this, but you used to teach me things. Not everything. Nothing that could be dangerous for a vampire to know. But when you did teach, I listened.” He slid from the bench and moved towards the door. “Chicory awaits.”

You stood for a moment, unsure how to disentangle all the emotions, waiting for one of them to dominate and guide your mood. Grief. It was always grief. And the knowledge that memories like teaching Eddie about the natural world had been taken from you was sharpening that grief into a blade.

Eddie had left just as the sun had set, returning within the hour. You had expected him to be back in the blink of an eye, but he’d moved slowly, giving you some time in private, regardless of what you’d said about needing it.

As he came to sit at the alter opposite you, he frowned. The bowl of syrupy black liquid looked evil. You ignored his expression and took the chicory from him.

“What are you to do with that?” he asked when you didn’t volunteer the information.

You quirked an eyebrow. “I’m to drink it.”

He nodded. “As I feared.”

Laughing at his intensity, you shook your head and began to weave a crown from the chicory. “This spell will put me to sleep. Not long. I don’t think,”

“You don’t think?!”

“Magic is not an exact science,”

“Yes, but still… Can you not find a way to be more sure?” He just got you back; he could not fathom losing you again.

“No. Now if you don’t mind-”

“What’s in it?” Eddie interrupted.

While you agreed the potion did not look safe, let alone appetising, it was the only way forward. You had consulted the grimoires and had done your best work. Maybe the coven would have a better spell, but you were on your own.

“Rosemary,” you answered.

“Black… sludge… rosemary?”

“Do you really want one of your special lessons right now?”

“I want you to remember the special lessons,”

“Okay, then stop-” You waved your hand around. “-all this and be quiet. Please.”

Eddie put his hands up in surrender and moved away from the altar. You looked from him back to the chicory crown you were making.

“In our memories,

Our magic is stored.

And of mine,

An act abhorred.

Petals blue.

Night new.

Remember me,

As I remember you.”

Shaking hands held the completed crown but you mustered as much bravery as possible and put it on your head. You took the potion bowl and held it to your lips.

“In our memories,

Our self is forged.

And of mine,

Let them be restored.

Rosemary green.

Witch blood clean.

What has come to pass,

Let it now be seen.”

The blackness tasted of nothing. It coated your mouth the nothingness. It pulled you into a void by the teeth and within seconds, you’d fallen into a magically induced sleep, Eddie moving to catch your head from hitting the floor. He placed a pillow in his lap, then rested your head on top. By what alchemy your memories were taken, Eddie didn’t know, but he hoped it had been as peaceful a process as this.

…

The apple almost sparkled as it flew through the air. You watched mesmerised by the red as it spun and hit its peak. It followed the laws of gravity down, down, and into the hands of a man.

“I do not agree to that.”

Your voice had changed since 1836. Small tweaks in accent and enunciation. Just enough to continue to blend in with an ever-changing society. You wondered if you still had that righteous tone.

“Then name your price.”

Eddie. Eddie, remarkable from the very first moment you met him.

From across the stream, you saw Eddie watching you. You looked so small, hunched by the water, cleansing crystals like it was of epic importance. He emerged from the darkness and spoke in a lowered voice. Then, milkweed silk and doe with soft fur and long lashes. Building a forest gate.

You witnessed it all as if you were a fly on the wall, a ghost in the memory.

“This comes with warning, Amabel. What you have done is beyond comprehension and reason. You are escaping due punishment. This is mercy at best. Nepotism at worst. The creature will be taken now and you will not see it again.”

The claustrophobia of Penelope’s hut made you ache and itch. It all played out before your eyes, a replication of 1836. It was agony. First, the horror of what happened. Then, having to bear witness. Finally, the recollection firing in your brain, all your emotions and muscles searing with re-traumatisation.

There was doubt written on Sally’s face that you could not see then but could now. She poured the potion into your mouth, believing that regardless of whether cursing the vampire was the right thing to do or not, taking your heartache away was as much mercy as a mother could show.

As your recovered memories aligned with what you remembered, you saw yourself sitting by Penelope’s fire, an emptiness opening up inside you. You would try to fill it with the bloody and sacred duty of protecting humans from vampires. You’d try to fill it with magic and music and everything the twentieth century had to offer. It never went away. It was a dark thing that hibernated until destiny saw Henry Creel. Saw the potential in a hexed creature sitting in the treetops of Hawkins. Saw the love in your heart sealed over by what you’d forgotten.

Destiny saw you, and you… you saw it all.

…

In the Catskills, the cold had claws. Gillian had pulled on her thickest pair of socks that morning, before brewing a fresh pot of tea. She could feel it coming, though she wasn’t quite ready to admit that she didn’t know what exactly ‘it’ was.

Sally emerged from her bedroom not long after her sister. She wore the same sad expression she had ever since you packed up and left for Hawkins. Gillian tracked her slow movements to the tea, and then the small round kitchen table they shared.

“I haven’t seen Kelsey around in a little while. Do you think she’s avoiding us?”

Sally sighed and looked at her sister with weary. “I would think after this many lifetimes, you would just state your business.”

Gillian smiled. It wasn’t just you and Kelsey who were changed in 1836. Sally never fully recovered from what had happened. She was more inclined to being blunt, and often it walked over the line into the realm of callousness. Gillian though, forgave her sister. She owed her at least that.

“Fine. She is avoiding us. She is the only one in contact with-”

“I know,” Sally interrupted on cue – she hated hearing your name out loud. “So?”

“So… They are up to something. Or, at least, one of them is… And we know which one.”

Sally considered her sister’s theory. She’d grown tired of her sister’s theories though. Really, she’d grown tired of a lot of things. When they left Hawkins, she wouldn’t bother with another lustrating ritual and didn’t argue when Gillian kept her own name too. Sally hardly got involved with the coven’s comings and goings. She simply set up her cabin in the mountains and let everyone buzz around her like happy little bees.

“Let them be up to something,” Sally finally said.

Gillian had known the reply would be worth waiting for. She smiled at her sister again and nodded.

They would go about their day as usual. They would tend to their garden and the patches of magical herbs and flowers they had planted all around the forest. They would brew potions and read books. Talk to bobcats and watch the sun set. They would go about their day as usual, but both sisters felt it coming.

The day of judgment was upon them.

End Note: This one is for @chestylarouxx, who helped me find a home for the coven.

Aeschylus lived in fear of a prophecy that foretold his death would come at the hands of a falling object. He figured something heavy falling from a shelf or a roof caving in. So, he spent much time outdoors in the countryside. Legend goes, he died when an eagle mistook his bald head for a rock, and dropped a turtle on him from a great height. Can you fucking imagine if this is true? That the father of the Greek tragedy died like this? I hope it is.

As always, super keen to hear your thoughts and feelings!

Fic Taglist: @paranoidmunson @idkidknemore @paprikaquinn @stardustworlds @loz-brooke @wyverntatty @vintagehellfire @dark-academia-slut @scarletwitchwhore @becks1002 @mrsdollardog @heyndrix @luceneraium @rosaline-black @devilinthepalemoonlite @goldencherriess @iamwhisperingstars @wiltedwonderland @blueywrites @breezybeesposts @jadehowlettthewolf @spikesvamp79 @foreveranexpatsposts @tortoiseshellspells @wingedpeachjudgegiant @stardustmunson @live-love-be-unique @fangirling-4-ever @reanimated-alice @b-irock @gh0stlybunnie @myown-worstenemy-2003 @woozzz @cyberxlust @hiscrimsonangel @buckysbarne @m00nlight101 @word-wytch @spicysix @briasnow-blog @goth-cowgirl-03

All Eddie Taglist: @solomons-finest-rum @ruinedbythehobbit @sweetpeapod @thorfemmes @corrodedhawkins @grungegrrrl @lilzabob @averagemisfit03 @ches-86 @ilovecupcakesandtea @onehotgreasymechanic @hazydespair @mel-the-fangirl @eddies-hid3out @siren-lungs @aheadfullofsteverogers @hiscrimsonangel

#Eddie Munson #Vampire!Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x You #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson/You #Eddie Munson/Reader

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cephalonserotonin · 4 months ago

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TennoLive 2024 Notes

"Tonight is going to be a night of mystery and magic…"

Beginning with Matt Chalmers and the Warframe band with a lovely Warframe musical medley! (there doesn't seem to be a clip of this but if I find/make one I'll edit this to include it!)

Video showcase of lightning cosplay's Arthur (which was so realistic I thought it was a 3D render at first)

Housekeeping

Raffles! This crowd is adorably enthusiastic!

The Warframe team will be at Gamescom in Germany in August and the Tokyo Game Show in September

Next year's tennocon will be July 18-19 2025

Stay tuned for future cross-platform trade news

Warframe Android build in progress

Next update: The Lotus Eaters

A prologue-style quest which sets the stage for 1999, releasing in August Will include launch for Sevagoth Prime Access

Next next update debuting from Tokyo: The Unannounced 2024 Update

Will include launch for Caliban Deluxe

as well as a new Warframe which Pablo calls "one of the craziest designs [he's] done" QOL features:

Caliban rework. Logging in during this update will give everyone a free Caliban!

A "favourite" tooltip in the arsenal for earmarking gear

5 new incarnons (the audience: "stug! Stug! Stug!")

Companion rework part 2

Warframe 1999

Drops with an animated short film developed by The Line!

Höllvania Center mall relay on Earth available now to all Warframe players for a limited time.

The Warframe 1999 voice cast includes the voice acting debut of James Conlin, courtesy of Make a Wish foundation granting his wish to be a voice actor. <3

Light reworks of Nyx and Trinity

coming WINTER 2024

(Brief break for some technical difficulties and for Bingus_Prime to win a giveaway)

Live demo of the first quest of Warframe 1999

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some highlights from me, though by no means comprehensive:

Warframe 1999 takes place in the year 1999 in the nation of Höllvania on an Earth "not quite like ours"

New syndicate The Hex:

from L-R: Quincy Isaacs (protoframe for CYTE-09, new Warframe coming with Warframe 1999), Lettie Garcia (Trinity protoframe), Arthur Nightingale (Excalibur protoframe, the same Arthur playable in Whispers in the Walls), Aoi Morohoshi (Mag protoframe), Amir Beckett (Volt protoframe), Eleanor Nightingale (Nyx protoframe and Arthur's sister)

Members of the Hex will be romanceable for the Drifter through an AIM-like chatting interface

New vehicle the Atomicycle:

Note that while the other Hex members ride their Atomicycles, Amir runs along with the Volt Speed ability, which I just really found worth mentioning

New enemy faction the Scaldra: "The nation of Höllvania has responded to the Techrot outbreak with ruthless aggression." (from the official recap). They're like if Bioshock Big Daddies also oozed a lot

Scaldra boss Major Neci Rusalka:

also there is a tank

New Infested Adversaries the "Technocyte Coda," which are some form of the in-universe 1999 boy band On-lyne:

Stream Party of Your Lifetime by On-lyne

See also: official TennoCon recap, official Warframe 1999 hub

#Warframe #Warframe 1999 #Tennocon 2024 #Tennocon #tennocon spoilers #Sera's Devstream Notes #Youtube

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hexpositive · 2 years ago

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Sneak Peek - Hex Positive, "Building Your Witchcraft Library"

Finally getting back into my podcast writing! Here's a little snippet I've been working on for a future episode on how to build your personal witchcraft library. It's very definitely a WIP and a little bit stream-of-consciousness and there will be LOTS more context and commentary in the full episode, but for now I hope you all enjoy and I'll see you when the hiatus ends!

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Not all books on witchcraft and paganism are appropriate for beginners. It’s just a fact. And I don’t mean that in some elitist, gatekeepy, “These are deep magical secrets, not for the uninitiated” kind of way. I mean that some books simply aren’t appropriate for beginners as foundational texts. Whether it’s because they’re outdated or contain bad information or require context to be fully understood or need to be read critically or just…shouldn’t be someone’s first exposure to the core concepts of modern witchcraft, there are some books that aren’t for beginners. Not because beginner witches are stupid or incapable of reasoning or thinking critically, but because some things need to be read with an eye of at least a little bit of experience, just for proper perspective.

Brand new witches aren’t going to have that right off the bat because that’s something that takes time and research and discussion with other witches to acquire. It’s like picking produce. When you first start out, you probably aren’t going to know apples from oranges as far as resources go. Everything looks good, everything’s exciting, everything seems like a good option. You probably have some idea of what you want to try out, but it’s hard to know which resources are right for you and what you want to accomplish. So you try things. And along the way, you’ll find out that apples and oranges are different, and that there are different varieties of each one, and how to tell a good fruit from month-old dogshit in pretty wrapping.

First impressions are really hard to unlearn. And if your first exposure to witchcraft is something that is hella problematic, that’s going to be a hard pattern to break out of later on. I mean, look at all the trouble we’ve had over the years trying to unteach all the Silver Ravenwolf bullshit that was so pervasive in the 90s. And yet, AND YET, we’re still seeing some of those older books being recommended to new witches.

Honestly, I cringe any time I see Buckland’s Complete Book of Witchcraft being recommended as a foundational text. For brand new witches, like sweet darling poppets straight out the cauldron. Like I physically wince. Not because it’s a bad book or because Buckland is inherently a bad resource (although he kind of is), but because it’s both a very niche text for a very specific type of magical tradition and because it is HORRENDOUSLY outdated. 1986 this book was published, by a guy who hadn’t updated his thought processes since the 60s. And you can TELL.

But only if you have the context. Only if you’ve seen something else that says, “Hey, there’s more than one way to be a witch. There’s more than one way to do magic. You don’t need a huge ritual for everything, you don’t need to call on deities, you don’t need to be naked, you don’t need to involve gender roles or fancy tools or obscure substances, and by the way, there was no secret European witch-cult.” If you haven’t heard or read or been told any of that, Buckland’s word might as well be gospel. Because that’s your first apple and you can’t tell if it’s good and you don’t know that there are better ones out there.

-from the forthcoming Hex Positive episode, "Building Your Witchcraft Library"

#witchcraft #witchblr #podcasts #witchy books #baby witch #beginner witch

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notjustanyboggs · 1 year ago

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So NewFest is having their 35th Annual New York LGBTQ+ Film Festival, and since 2020 they've had streaming options. This has been absolutely wonderful, getting to see a wide range of queer films, both long and short. I previously posted Twitter threads as I watched shows each year, but Xitter sucks now, so doing it on Tumblr instead! Will update/reblog as I see more.

Big Boys - Jamie was excited to go camping with his cousin, but then she brings her boyfriend along and he finds himself with unexpected feelings. This was absolutely adorable, especially Jamie, the super awkward 14-year-old who I felt in my soul.

Shorts: Queer Teen Magic - One of my favorite things about NewFest are the short film collections, and this was a perfect pairing with the queer teen awakening of Big Boys. Though all of them but the documentary had a speculative twist, which was fun. THE PRINCE’S DILEMMA: A nice imitation and reflection on the limits of Disneyfied stories. MIKEY’S ARMY: Imaginary celebrity icons stepping in to help a queer teen take a nerve-wracking step. EVAN EVER AFTER: A documentary about a confident trans prom queen in Florida. SKY AND LUCIA: A queer girl finds herself disappearing - literally - in emotional situations. JAMIE’S POND: A queer kid finds belonging with a naiad. SHOOT YOUR SHOT: Two friends trying to tackle all their feels. HEX THE PATRIARCHY: Title says it all.

#newfest #queer movies

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vtuberconfessions · 4 months ago

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before all the drama with niji went down i really loved xsoliel, not like the livers ( i didn’t like hex or kotoka and meleco doesn’t stream in full english a lot plus ver is sososo awkward) but the lore, so i was always checking the tags of them on ao3 to see if there were good stories about the lore and there was this one realllyyyyy good one and it’s not been updated since the drama and i’m so sad. it was one of the best fics i’ve ever read and i might not get to know the ending because niji sucks ass

#vtuber #vtubers #vtuber confessions #xsoliel #nijisanji #nijisanji en #nijisanji english #nijien #niji en #fanfiction

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slasheru · 1 year ago

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What if Mc asked the datables to make onlyfans together? And what if it makes a lot of money? At least now Tate can pay rent for a new room, right?😆

HEX: Why do I feel like Hex would do one that's just him jerking off for 40 seconds then accidentally blowing his load, on a vertical screen, making hundreds of dollars per vid??

TATE: I feel like if Tate ever did onlyfans he'd do it *WITH* the player, like, actual two-person stuff. Like, make super surreal almost Lynchian amateur porn with red mood lighting and really sharp shadows. It wouldn't make a lot of money but you'd get MAD fans and possibly a Sundance nom

LAILA: The second Laila opens a findom onlyfans, the entire economy of Slasher U will be wrecked and Laila will now hold 50% of all the campus wealth. Now open your wallet and say something nice to mommy >:)

SAWYER: Sawyer would ACTUALLY take this shit seriously. He'd coordinate photosets, pose properly, set up a nice camera and do shoutouts and proper streams and vods, and the lighting and set would be ON POINT every single time. Sawyer NEVER misses an update schedule and (even though for some reason I can't imagine him making more money than Hex's crunchy jerkoff vids), he'd be raking in a substantial income. Enough to take the player to dinner regularly, anyway ;)

JUNO: Juno sees this as the opportunity to like, make their own sleazy 70's style porn studio. I feel like they would take up smoking cigars just to up the vibe. Not only starts shooting their own porn with convoluted storylines, but they'd start RECRUITING other people to, too. Non-zero chance they get in an argument with Veronika over their sexy milf character's resurrection arc in season 3 of Juno's Onlyfans

#slasher u #asks #nsft #laila velasquez #juno park #sawyer ferguson #hexecutioner #tate mcgillicutty

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jermasubtitledofficial · 2 years ago

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2ndJerma Subtitles - Jerma's Terrifying Roblox Birthday

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Hey, I want to wish a very special happy birthday to CUSTOMER NAME. Heard you had a big day today! It's been so wonderful to hear from you, CUSTOMER NAME.

If you're wondering what this is about, here's some context, also subtitled:

Hope you enjoy these! The video was a blast. Subtitling it was a pain. Literally. My wrist is inflamed. But hey, now they're up. I'm super proud of the rainbow flashing effect. That was done by hand. I used math and trial and error to color the hex codes manually. Was it necessary? Not really. Does it aid in accessibility? Not particularly. Is it cool as hell? Yeah. I'm full of tricks like these.

For future reference, I probably won't be making a post for every subtitle uploaded. It'll be for "big deal" subtitles, and a recap for each month. If you want the latest Jerma subtitles regularly, your best bet is to follow the Jerma Subtitled Twitter. That's where you'll get all the quick n dirty updates. Emphasis on the quick.

But next up, expect a full repository of subtitled Jerma resources. It's all inclusive, so you're not gonna want to miss it! Follow for more official Jerma subtitle updates.

#subtitled jerma #jerma #jerma985 #subtitles #closed captions #youtube subtitles #accessibility

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skyboxeye · 1 year ago

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Capturing the ambience of Crimson Skies: High Road to Revenge

This cult Xbox title launches pilots into dogfights above a handful of locales, each with its own auditory footprint.

Running the game

At the time of writing, the two dominant Xbox emulators offer significantly different experiences. Cxbx-Reloaded is performant but exhibits some (minor) graphical issues. Much more significantly, it sometimes crashes which can prevent the completion of story missions.

If your system can handle it, you can use Xemu. Or, continue using Cxbx while skipping missions (see below) to avoid any problematic portions in the game.

Installing DLC and title update

Xbox Live is no longer operation for original Xboxes, but fans have archived this content, and made it easy to install. Before installing it, you'll want to apply some rendering-improvement modifications - see below.

Widescreen

Extract the game's content and apply this hex edit, courtesy of Esppiral and retroszur, to the game's XBE. Once again, please note it is for the XBE with DLC:

Find:

00 00 80 3F 8B CE E8 31 09 03 00 F3 0F 10 06 F3 0F 10 4E 0C F3 0F 11 44 24 40 F3 0F 10 46 04 F3 0F 11 44 24 44 F3 0F 10 46 08 F3 0F 11 4C 24 50

Replace:

00 00 40 3F 8B CE E8 31 09 03 00 F3 0F 10 06 F3 0F 10 4E 0C F3 0F 11 44 24 40 F3 0F 10 46 04 F3 0F 11 44 24 44 F3 0F 10 46 08 F3 0F 11 4C 24 50

Unlocked framerate

To unlock the framerate, find:

01 00 00 00 5B 83 C4 08 C3 D8 0D 58 36 29 00 89 46 10 89 4E 14 E8 D6 30 0C 00 5F 89 46 18 5E 33 C0 5B 83 C4 08 C3 CC CC 83 EC 08 56 8D 44 24 04

And replace:

00 00 00 00 5B 83 C4 08 C3 D8 0D 58 36 29 00 89 46 10 89 4E 14 E8 D6 30 0C 00 5F 89 46 18 5E 33 C0 5B 83 C4 08 C3 CC CC 83 EC 08 56 8D 44 24 04

You'll want to apply this timing fix along with it. Find:

00 00 7A 44 00 00 20 41 30 B7 01 00 C0 93 01 00 90 93 01 00 70 52 01 00 90 AD 01 00 00 2C 13 00 80 76 0E 00 80 52 01 00 60 28 0C 00 60 28 0C 00 90 52 01 00

And replace:

00 00 FA 43 00 00 20 41 30 B7 01 00 C0 93 01 00 90 93 01 00 70 52 01 00 90 AD 01 00 00 2C 13 00 80 76 0E 00 80 52 01 00 60 28 0C 00 60 28 0C 00 90 52 01 00

Capturing footage

To record footage from The Pandora, which serves as the Hunters' hangar, we can remove the HUD elements present at plane selection. The easiest way to achieve this is capture one of the HUD-less frames during the short transition between mission selection and fighter selection, and render it as an overlay on top of our recorded hangar footage.

I don't know of any Xbox emulators which support texture mods. If such an option existed, we could replace the textures which make up the HUD. We could also try to manipulate the extracted texture files, and run the modified game. But I didn't try either of these.

The HUD is briefly hidden when your plane is shown exiting the Pandora to enter a free-roam area. I tried getting this state to persist using Cheat Engine, but failed.

Extracting sounds

My favorite tool for extracting Xbox files is wx360 v1.6.

Crimson Skies has a ton of audio directories. We're most interested in Pandora_Internal, inside the UI folder, and the dedicated ZIP archives for each locale (AX, CH, LC, and SH). There are some other streams in the general archive as well.

To convert the Xbox audio files we can use vgmstream (I recommend the command line tool) or VLC. I found the results were slightly different - personally in these situations I tend to trust vgmstream.

After comparing in-game recordings to simple asset loops, I believe that the game somehow specifies loop start/end points for its ambient streams. I'm not sure where this information is stored however - perhaps the SDB files inside the data archive?

For mission areas, it seems like the game crossfades relevant ambient assets by about 5 seconds to create a continuous loop.

Skipping missions

You can use CrimsonData.txt files from completed saved games, or use cheats to speedrun the game. However, I couldn't get the former to work - presumably there is some kind of checksum system at work to prevent cheating or DLC piracy. There are tools to re-sign saved content but the one I tried doesn't support Crimson Skies.

Putting it all together

Render your properly looped assets on top of your footage and any overlay to eliminate HUD elements.

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fourseasonsfigs · 2 years ago

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Junzhe Fig Index

I originally had this page with both Junzhe and individual Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan figs, but I hit the link limit really quick. Even so, this collective group has by far the most figs out of the entire collection - so much so that I have to split it into segments in order to adjust to Tumblr's block limits. The latest posts are always on top.

Figs Part 3

Love Fan

Halloween Junzhe

Two Naughty Ghosts

Sweet Surround

Madame Tussaud's (Handcrafted)

No Way!

Figs Part 2

Happy Birthday (Fat Body) and check out the update here

Wang Meow

Many Seeds Many Blessings

Human Lark Bird Husband

Student Couple

Kissing BB

One Night in Nanjing (plus Special Variant)

Succulent Grapes - BB, Here are Two More Cups

Piece of my Heart

Colorful Black

Happy Childhood - Second Party

J & Z Wedding

Wolf Warriors - Big Hands Small Hands

Citrus Gardenia Babies

Mid-Autumn Mooncakes

Be a Child

What a Big Pearl

Hanging Junzhe

Secret Symbol

Candy Puff - Bow Boys

Fuguihua Couple

Nezha and Shark Han

Wolf Warriors - Big Hands Small Hands

Citrus Gardenia Babies

Mid-Autumn Mooncakes

Be a Child

What a Big Pearl

Hanging Junzhe

Secret Symbol

Candy Puff - Bow Boys

Fuguihua Couple

Nezha and Shark Han

Figs Part 1

Xianxia Junzhe

Blue Flowers

Ask the Flower, Ask the Leaves

New Year Junzhe

JZ Tea

Happy 29th Birthday

Your Shizuka

Pajama Party! (cross posted to JZEU index)

Chuang 2021 and First Concert

New Year Joint Special Project - Orange Soda

Cozy Junzhe Apartment

Plumeria Han and Butterfly Jun

Citrus Gardenia

Cream and Foam

Hoodies

Hanbao and Cubao

MVP Han and Basketball Jun

Minguo CP

Beef Jerky Smooch

Foot Bath

Junzhe Kindergarten

Moon and Stars

Canned Cat and Dog in Bowl

It's Raining

Birthday Proposal

Bedtime Game (cross posted to JZEU index)

Lace and Ribbons

Puffy Jackets

Run to You

Field and Stream

Hex Ring Cat and Dog

Weibo Night

Duan Duan Tangerine Babies

Unlimited Flowering Period

Golfing Han and 50G Surfer Jun

JZ Love Forever Diorama

Ball and You

Truck Full of Flowers

[go back to Master Fig Index]

#junzhe #gong jun #zhang zhehan #word of honor cast #woh cast #shl cast #figthusiast

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storiesbyrhi · 2 years ago

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Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence, swearing, animal death, no beta, warnings updated each chapter.

Chapter Summary: An ye harm none, do what ye will. 3371 words.

Author's Note: In 1986, we pick up where we left off.

1836

“I know you’re there,” you stated, not stopping from where you were cleansing crystals by moonlight.

The stream ran clear, the surface of the water a mirror. His arrival was reflected and further announced by the wildlife’s silence. He emerged from the darkness, cautious but sure he had the upper hand. He thought you would move so your back wasn’t to him. Yet, you remained on your knees by the stream.

If he was completely honest, your lack of fear was refreshing.

“Did you keep me a secret, little witch?” he asked. “Or is there a grand plan I am falling victim to?”

Instead of answering his question, you said, “My name is Amabel.” You looked over your shoulder at him. “Using my name won’t trap you,”

“Maybe not. Why should I use a name that you’ll throw away?”

“Why do you care if I throw it away?”

His blank expression broke as a smirk curled along his lips. He walked towards you with the grace of a cat, quickly coming to sit beside you on the stream’s bank.

“Why haven’t you told them?” he questioned.

Even if you had wanted to, you couldn’t answer the question. There was no logical reason why you hadn’t told the coven about him. In fact, you were breaking witch law by not disclosing. More than that, you were putting the lives of all who lived on the flatlands at risk.

“What are you doing here?” you deflected.

“Are we to leave all questions unanswered?” He sounded amused.

For a moment, you focused on your task. He watched as you cleansed quartz, howlite, opal, and topaz. Your lips moved quickly, silently, as you uttered words he couldn’t understand. He’d never been so close to a witch. He wondered if he or you were older. Who would win if a battle broke out?

When your crystals were gently placed in a basket, cloth covering them, you looked back to him. “Do you have a name?”

“I have many,”

“And which, lonely vampire, shall I call you by?”

He thought of what his name would sound like, falling from your lips like a hymn. The vampire was afraid of what that would do to him. “Enjoy your rocks,” he teased, while committing the sight of you bathed in moonlight to memory.

You watched him turn and walk away for as long as he’d let you, before he blinked out of sight.

…

1986

Witches have never traversed the sky upon the humble broom. Likewise, vampires have never possessed the ability to transform into a bat. It was all fictitious superstition and generational mythology. If the man you were helping was indeed a vampire, it still didn’t mean he was meant to take the bat form. It did, however, begin to explain how the form came to be.

Kelsey had been right. A hex had been passed down on him. If he was a vampire, it reasoned he was cursed before the species had been erased from the face of the earth… Before the witches had figured out how to kill a vampire. Prior to that, a vampire could be rendered innocuous by being transformed into something benign. A common big brown bat, for example.

You were left with two choices.

Option one was to wait until the vampire reverted back to the bat, then leave him that way. Trust in the witch who cast the hex. Trust that witch law had been just and righteous.

Option two was to kill the thing. You knew he would find his way back to you, seeking help again. While he was small, just a forest-dwelling creature, you could kill him the way you used to kill vampires. Be done with it all.

Sitting on the couch inside your trailer, you began to smell the end goal of Michelle’s animal corpse hunt. She set the pile on fire, plunging Forest Hills into a cloud of death. The smell was too familiar, and you quickly started taping up windows and doors to try to block the smoke out.

While you worked, a third option kept tiptoeing into your head, coming from shadows behind memories. Option three was to help the vampire return and remain in his true form.

Out of your thoughts, nothing was keeping the smell of burning animals from your home.

The perfume of death and ash. The sound of organs and body parts expanding in the heat then popping. The sight of skin melting away from muscle, and muscle cooking onto bone. It was tumbling out of recollections you’d long since buried.

You crawled under the covers of your bed, curled up, and rocked yourself in an attempt to self-soothe. The scent. The panic.

Your life, a witch’s life, was not all rosemary and sage and love spells. You’d witnessed worse than the stories of the Four Horsemen. Worse than Dante’s Inferno and manmade chemical genocide. Worse than Vecna.

The bat was the most calming thing you could think about in the moment. How when he was a bat, he was actually cute, with his fluffy little puff of a body and teeny tiny nose. When he wasn’t a bat, he was beautiful too. Although, you figured it was bad luck to think of a vampire as beautiful. You couldn’t help it.

He was ethereal, porcelain skin a perfect canvas for his ink black eyes and the scars that ripped across his skin. The scars meant he’d been to battle against witches at least once in his life. Vampires could heal from anything but the craft. His hair was the same colour as his bat fur, a deep shade of brown, like sweet soil from the earth or Aztec cocoa beans.

Did he know he was a vampire, you wondered. He’d been satisfying his innate need for blood by draining trailer park animals, but he hadn’t drunk from a human. Not yet, at least. Maybe he was a psychological blank slate. Maybe it would be kind and merciful to give him a chance at redemption.

The smell eased as you made a decision.

Option three was not a silly little dare your mind was whispering to you. It was the only way forward that honoured your oath. Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill: An ye harm none, do what ye will.

Until you’d proven the vampire to be deserving of hex or death, you would aim for healing, the craft in which you were most adept.

…

When you emerged from under the covers, all that was left in the air was a lingering aroma of ash and barbeque. You felt a little nauseous but pulled yourself together enough to pick up the phone.

“How do you undo a curse?”

Kelsey barked one loud clap of laughter. “So, your spell sucked?”

“Ah…” The man and his dark eyes. Spilled water. The burrow under your trailer. “Yeah, it didn’t work… But I used a truth mirror, saw that he’s in there,”

“He? The bat is for sure a man?”

“Yeah.” It didn’t feel good to lie to Kelsey, but if she knew he was a vampire, if anyone did, being exiled as punishment would be considered clemency.

“Dude… You’re in so deep. You see that, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“If your healing spell even kind of worked, then it means it was definitely a witch who cursed him. This isn’t Romani craft, or a rogue warlock, or fae mischief. It’s your magic. Your lineage. The oath you took. And you want to undo it,”

“What if it was a dark witch,” you tried. The silence on the other end was telling. “It’s not like there hasn’t ever been a witch who-”

“I know. We all know about the dark witches. They’re infamous though. Your little bat friend would probably be in the history books too, you know?”

“I’m being careful, Kels,”

“What, you drew one devil’s trap?”

Damn. “Uh, no. I have-”

“A circle of salt? Some little charms?”

“Why are you being so mean?” you whined.

“Because I don’t want you to unchain the fucking Anti-Christ or some shit,”

“Wouldn’t that be in the history books?”

“Not if anyone had half a brain… Seriously. You need to be more careful than that,”

“I am. I will be careful. I promise… Please? Kels?”

Kelsey groaned dramatically, the sound morphing into a small roar. “Fine! Fuck. But I changed my mind about coming to Hawkins. I don’t think I can handle-”

“No, that’s fine! Totally fine!” You’d forgotten that she’d offered a visit last phone call. You absolutely did not need her to see what you were up to. A second witch in Hawkins would likely cause more of a stir, bringing unwanted attention as well. “Just tell me what you know.”

…

As anticipated, the bat returned to you. When you let him in, he swooped the length of the trailer then came to hover in front of you.

“Hi,” you whispered to him. Holding a hand up, you invited him to land. He did, nuzzling into your palm. “Do you know what you are, when you’re like this? Or do you lose that sense? You just remember this safe place, with me?”

The bat chittered a reply, making you smile.

“You’re adorable, you know that?”

For what the bat knew, you could help. The awareness he’d woken up to was not freeing. There was no liberation. Instead, it was a cold and bitter loneliness. And while briefly finding his true form was an even more excruciating experience, he yearned for it.

You took the bat to the kitchen, letting him climb from your hand onto the counter top. Sitting at the bench on a bar stool, you looked at him carefully.

“Are you listened to me? Do you understand me?” There was no objective way of knowing, so you had to trust that he could. “I’m going to try to help you. But we need to talk first, so we’re going to do the healing spell one last time, okay?” You weren’t sure why you paused for an answer. “You can’t run. I don’t know if you’re consciously connected to the other guy, but if you are, you have to stay with me.”

The third showing of the burning yarrow spell ran smoothly.

“So shall it be.

So shall it be.

So shall it be.”

He appeared in the devil’s trap, then looked up at you. More prepared than previously, you offered a throw blanket to him. The man took it and laid it over himself, not moving off the ground. Holding your hands out in front of you in surrender, you slowly lowered yourself to the floor and sat cross-legged in front of him.

“Do you understand me?” you asked, voice a whisper.

The man nodded awkwardly, as if it were the first time he’d ever tried the action.

You smiled, your entire face lighting up. The man blinked hard, feeling something inside him stir.

“I promise, you’re safe here. If you run now, we have to do this all again, and I’m fresh out of hawthorn.”

Maybe you should have planned for what you’d say to him, because it took a couple of beats of silence and staring at each other for you to speak again.

“Do you know where you are?”

He shook his head. No.

“Do you know who you are?”

No.

“Do you know what you are?”

No.

“Can you speak?”

He opened his mouth, tried to push a word out. His throat was dry, scratchy.

“Okay… Maybe you need… food…” You theorised the stronger he was, the easier speech and thought would come to him. The risk of offering yourself up as a snack was far too great. The idea of catching an animal to condemn to death hurt you to your core. What was the alternative?

You sighed, looking away from the man. The vampire.

You couldn’t condemn a life to death, but there were plenty already doomed fates in Hawkins. Standing up, you grabbed your bag.

“Wait here. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

He listened to you lock the trailer’s front door and get into your car. The tires crunched over the gravel before smoothing out onto the main road.

He stayed on the floor for as long as his patience would allow, before finding his feet. He began to look at all the things in your trailer. You hadn’t occupied it long enough to have it filled with knick-knacks and trinkets, but there was enough evidence of you for him to consider.

In the bathroom, he picked up bottles and your hair brush to smell. Everything was so foreign to him. He knew he was alien to a time and place like this.

Your scent was strongest in the bedroom. He followed it into the space, crawling along your sheets until he hit pillow. The softness felt wrong. It made his skin prickle. Still, he curled up on the bed, resolute to remain there until you returned to him.

…

1836

It was the vampire that spoke first the third time you crossed paths. “You have ventured quite far from the settlement, little witch,” he observed, jumping from a tree bough to fall in line next to you.

“And you have ventured quite early in the evening. I can still see the burn of the sun on the horizon. Is it not too warm for you?” you queried.

He smiled. “Your concern is heartening, but I’m in fine health.”

You looked at him, lost yourself in his gaze for a moment before tearing your eyes away and back to the path you were cutting through the woods to the grassy prairie beyond.

He followed you, weaving his own track around you as he disappeared behind trees and brush, only to return with flowers and berries. You took them without question, collecting them in the basket meant for the task at hand, which certainly wasn’t collecting vampire gifts.

When the clearing opened up, you spotted what you’d come for immediately. The green milkweed was growing in abundance. Happily, you began to harvest seed pods from them.

The vampire silently appeared; the long grass entirely mute of his arrival. “What does a witch do with this?” he asked as he inspected the plant for himself.

“Guess,” you challenged.

“Hmmm… Do you grind it up and blow it at a full moon to cure lovesickness? Or can you brew it down to an oil, douse a doll, and curse a soul?”

You laughed, hearty and loud. The vampire smiled from ear to ear.

“No. There is silk on the inside of these,” you told him, holding up one of the seed pods. “It is fine but strong, if you know how to weave it. The humans cannot, but… the craft can,”

“What do you do with the silk?”

“Now that’s a secret,” you whispered, ducking your head and looking at him conspiratorially.

The vampire smirked and nodded, then walked away from you. He stayed in the field and watched you work. When a mother doe and her fawn wandered close, he saw how you steered them away from the milkweed, offering them grass and some of the flowers he had given you.

He’d been still, leaning against a rocky outcrop. If he moved, the deer would sense him and bolt immediately. A few more minutes with the creatures you innately loved, then. You let them feed from your hand and the intimacy of the gesture unsettled the vampire. To stave off the jealousy, he stood tall, letting the deer run in fear. You shot him a look.

“You gave them my flowers,” he offered in explanation.

“Did you not give them to me unconditionally?”

“Unconditionally?” he repeated.

It made you sad, the expression on his face. “I suppose there is not a great deal of unconditional good in your world, is there?”

He squirmed at the insight, stalking away into the afternoon’s growing shadows. “Safe travels home, little witch. Beware. These woods are filled with monsters.”

…

1986

Magic wasn’t meant to be used for mischief or strife or trickery. Sometimes, though, trickery was the best way to avoid chaos. Hawkins Kennels were doing their best to look after stray dogs injured in the ‘earthquakes,’ and to home animals that had lost their owners. Their best was not enough; nobody noticed an old ridgeback go missing.

The dog was sedated, scheduled for humane euthanasia the next morning. He’d been found under earthquake rubble, and deemed too old to go through surgery and rehabilitation. It was the most ethical solution you could think of.

The ridgeback stayed unconscious during the drive back to Forest Hills. You carried his deadweight into the trailer under the cloak of darkness.

When you put the dog on the couch and covered him with a blanket, guilt stabbed through you like a knife. Your nose burned and tears formed. It was against your nature to bring an animal to slaughter.

Standing up, you glanced around, fearful the man had once again left. You felt him though. He was close by. Walking through to your bedroom, you softened at the sight of him curled up.

Still naked, his eyes were wide open, unblinking. Upon first look, it would be easy to say his stare was emotionless. As you watched him though, you realised the blackness was not one void of emotion, but rather the sum of all of them, of all the colours on the spectrum.

“Hey,” you greeted softly, crouching down next to the bed. “Are you… okay?”

His gaze flicked to you in a second, his eyebrows knitting together. You didn’t know what that meant, so you slid your hand across the sheets and held it out to him. He looked at your palm, made some sort of calculation, and looked back at you. Withdrawing your hand, you stood up.

“Come with me?”

Following you out to the lounge room, he stood next to you looking at the dying dog and listening to his laboured breathing.

“I… I don’t know if I should be doing this.”

The vampire listened intently but didn’t take his eyes off the dog.

“There’s this thing inside me telling me that I’m… I don’t know, heading in the right direction? But this feels wrong. And I don’t know if the ends justify the means.”

You looked at the thing beside you. Man. Vampire. Something in between. To be saved. To be saved from. Hunted. Hunter.

“You have to promise me that you won’t hurt him. It can’t be…” Years and years of vampire carnage flashed in your mind. “It needs to be peaceful. If it’s not, I will let you turn back into the bat and I will hex you myself. Do you understand?”

He nodded, his curls bouncing with the movement. His expression was neutral as he walked across the room and knelt in front of the couch.

For a moment, you felt the flicker of panic, but you remained glued to the spot. Censorship was a kindness you’d not allow yourself. You would bare witness to what you had done.

The man ran a hand down the dog’s back before pulling him off the couch and into his lap. It wasn’t tender, but nor was it careless. He nuzzled his head into the dog, then opened his mouth wide. His off-white teeth were deadly sharp, and when they pierced the dog’s jugular, you expected some sort of reaction. The dog did not stir as his blood was drained from him.

Had vampires possessed the ability to bring death serenely all along? Had you only met those hellbent on fear and pain?

It was over unnaturally quick. The man returned the dog to the couch, wrapped the body in the throw blanket, then stood. He looked over at you, his cheeks tinged with the slightest colour and his lips stained red. There had not been a single drop of blood wasted.

As you were about to collect the body, find a final resting place for the dog, the vampire took a step towards you. You froze.

His lips parted. “Thank you,” he said, voice deep and unwavering.

End Note: The timeline and Grimoire have been updated. As always, I would love to hear your thoughts and feelings!

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supremetheog · 9 days ago

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"Put no confidence in the flesh."

For real tho at least give me royalties... pretty outrageous that all I get is an incubus hex prison. You'd be a rat too. Idgaf what people choose to consume until it becomes a human rights issue / massive brainwashing operation / government funded new world order conspiracy.

It feels like hell. I swear its like nobody on earth has ever even experienced real love before... it's like abuse and manipulation is "love" and real love is something to run from... its genuinely, diagnosably insane.

Stockholm syndrome straight up.

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nis-si-hellhole · 2 months ago

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going crazy over the wf d*vstream presentation rn

i thought it was all gonna be related to the koumei update up until like minutes before the stream happened and while the koumei stuff was super cool and all...

heLP ALL THE HEX IN THAT CONCEPT ART FOR THE UPCOMING ANIMATION WERE HOT ALSO MORE PLAYABLE ARTHUR SOON I BELIEVE I MAY EXPLODE-

#ni blabs #~ni's crush tag~#already expressed A Bit of this on main with [REDACTED]'s concept art i know

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Travelling Without Moving

【>> 日本語】

This series was created from 2020 to 2023 when COVID-19 shut down our borders and severely limited our ability to travel within and outside the country.

In 2020, after the pandemic forced many international artists to return to their home countries, my thoughts contemplated Paris amidst an empty Kyoto.

Though hard to fathom now, in an average year where people would be out and about during the cherry blossom season, the city was instead pervaded by an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia as a heavy atmosphere descended over society. The authorities constantly recommended that we go digital and encouraged us to buy tablets with subsidies (to keep working).

Linguistic perversions such as online meetings, online exhibitions, and even online artist residencies were solemnly discussed (although these initiatives did open up new possibilities existing today).

Was “moving” truly impossible? What did we even define as “moving” in the first place? COVID-19 was a phenomenon that thrust these fundamental questions upon us. This was the first time in recorded history that societies all over the world experienced the same event at the same time.

The digitalization of society accelerated rapidly along with movements of resistance against fossil fuels. Was every part of society going to move on to the digital sphere? Were we facing a reality where encounters between humans solely occurred through monitors and the histories of every town accessed through search engines? It felt like we were getting glimpses of that reality from the smartphones in our pockets and the laptops at our dining tables.

What would the world look like? Were we facing a reality where we could travel without moving? Could we live fulfilling lives by eliminating physical experiences and reconstructing pixelated information in our brains instead?

While feeling resistant to the migration online, I decided to travel from Kyoto to Paris across its digitally reconstructed world.

《#1 Le tour le monde en…》（2020）

In the beginning of summer 2020, I travelled west from Kyoto and crossed oceans and continents in a journey that took several minutes, entitled Le tour le monde en…. (Le tour le monde en…/Around the World in Eighty Days refers to the title of Jules Verne’s work).

How did people imagine distant lands as they traced their maps with their fingers in a time when traveling was technically much more restricted than today?

Today, as the resolution of our digital communication has increased and our mobile devices can update us on the lockdowns of foreign countries virtually without delay, are we still able to harbor imagination towards far, unknown worlds?

The travel series later renamed Sliding the surface of the Globe is simple. That is to say, it (merely) includes moving from one location to another on Google Maps, but the only rule is that I do not use the Pinch-to-Zoom feature while traveling.

Traversing across the vivid CDA HEX #579cda-colored sea, I cross over the Korean Peninsula into China. I continue west across (seemingly) vast Central Asia with no visible clues. Sometimes my finger relies on the rivers and roads that emerge on the map. Eventually, after passing the Black Sea and entering Europe, I head towards Paris using the surrounding languages (i.e. notations) as guides. As the battery of my old iPad reaches 2%, I make my way back up the Seine River and slide into the city of Paris.

《#2 Travelling Without Moving 》（2022）

In the summer of 2022, a second travel opportunity arose. Invited to participate in an online exhibition from an artist based in Sydney, I embarked on a journey to the southern hemisphere entitled Travelling Without Moving. (The title refers to a song from the 90s that was randomly streaming on the internet)

I headed south from Kyoto, out to the open sea, and passed by unfamiliar islands on my way to Oceania.

Heading south across the endless meandering Google Maps blue (CDA HEX「#93b3f3」) sea, I thought the first landmass I landed on was Australia, but later realized it was perhaps Papua New Guinea. However, venturing further south on the sea was a decision that would require some extra determination.

If I wasn’t careful, I could end up in Antarctica…but despite my worries, land eventually appeared. Australia was completely foreign to me, but I relied on the coastline as a guide to finally land in Sydney.

《#3 Sliding the surface of the Globe》（2023）

I was in Lyon, France when a gallery in Shibuya, Tokyo invited me to participate in an exhibition with the theme “sphere.”

Though the physical form of my renamed Sliding the surface of the Globe was unlike that of a “sphere,” the work questions what is evoked mentally by the idea of sliding across a sphere (of a globe) on the flat surface (of a screen.) Since I was close and felt my piece was relevant to the theme, I decided to travel from Lyon to Shibuya.

First, I headed west from France for the Black Sea. Due to the experience from the first trip, the journey and surrounding areas felt more familiar this time. The issue was after the Black Sea into China. Though I was trying to go further east, there was the problem of the longitude or the north and south of the map. If I went too far north, I would end up in Russia. If I went too far south, I would end up in South Asia. I tread carefully towards the Japanese peninsula, taking care not to go past East Asia.

I ended up in Hokkaido unaware of where I was going. I noticed Japanese written in the surrounding areas (i.e. notations), but it took me a while to figure out where exactly in Japan I was. As I wandered around aimlessly, I eventually came across a straight railway line. It was the Hokkaido bullet train line launched in 2016. The rest of the trip would be easy once I was on the bullet train. I followed it straight down to Tokyo.

《#4 Throw Away Your Screens, Rally in the Streets》（2023）

Eventually, as we reached the pandemic’s conclusion, international tourists began to trickle back into the streets of Kyoto in 2023. A new life had begun, while there was barely time to process the collective simultaneous event that had affected the world. As life felt abruptly strange and it was too early to conclude that something had changed decisively, I was invited to an exhibition in the small (and unfamiliar) town of Hluboká nad Vltavou in Czechoslovakia.

I decided to embark on my trip with a work entitled Throw Away Your Screens, Rally in the Streets (The title is a homage to Shuji Terayama’s essay collection, Throw Away Your Books, Rally in the Streets).

I took out my tablet and headed west from Kyoto, a trip I was fairly used to by now. I was confident on my way towards the Black Sea. However, my heart danced this time as I passed big towns or those whose names appeared familiar. The name of a big city triggered a desire to unintentionally flaunt it, a superficial “knowing” only in its name and not whether I have been there.

What was this feeling?

Did I take satisfaction in going to “places I know the names of” rather than “places I don’t know”? Where did all the “imagination towards distant, unknown places” go?

The trip goes on. Eventually, as I made it to Hluboká nad Vltavou, I decided I should familiarize myself with the unknown city and travel there afterwards.

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