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[astral-rendezvous]

The Demise of Gorgon Malix

CW: self-harm, mentions of violence

Chapter one of a cheesy/darkish fantasy I'm working on

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With a breathless sigh, the infamous villain, Lord of the Western Provinces Gorgon Malix, took the final strides up the Stairs of Undying Power, putting him an arms-length away from the Elixir of Immortality. Before he began one of his typical bloviated victory speeches, his attention was swayed by a gossamer lavender butterfly that momentarily landed on his hand. He briefly pondered the creature's beauty, but found himself puzzled, for the butterfly reminded him of someone, yet he could not recall who or why. As a man with many enemies, a sudden sense of familiarity was never a good thing, it often signaled an old enemy in an ineffective disguise. Yes, even butterflies could not be trusted.

But this day, no enemy, not even the most powerful one, had to be feared, for Gorgon Malix himself was mere seconds away from becoming immortal. Finger by finger, he removed tight leather gloves. First he freed the left hand, then the right hand. He took a deep breath in and glanced over his shoulder. All he saw was the brilliant green of the forest; all he heard was the wind and intermittent buzzes of various insects. He was filled with not an insignificant amount of disappointment, for he had hoped his archenemies would be near enough to witness this divine moment. As much as he wanted to watch the despair on their plebeian faces as he drank the elixir, he knew better than to let his enemies get too near before becoming immortal, so he decided he could wait no longer.

He begrudgingly grabbed the elixir from the branch it was poised upon. It was self-contained in a sphere that rippled as he laid his hands on it. A smile bigger and more sinister than any he had ever donned, spread from cheek to cheek. As he brought the sphere to his lips, he heard the cracking of branches from below. The loyal and indefatigable knight, Winston Rendlesham, had arrived.

“Don’t you dare drink that!” the knight bellowed helplessly from below.

Gorgon Malix spun on his heel with glee. “Finally, you are here to witness my ascension to immortality! You must feel endlessly hopeless now! Bask in your despair!” Without a further word, he sunk his teeth into the sphere and devoured its oozing contents. After he drank the last drop, The Immortal Lord of the Western Provinces, Gorgon Malix, descended the Stairs of Undying Power with the proper, maniacal laugh of a triumphant villain.

At the base of the tree, Rendlesham had been joined by a few of his fellow knights as well as his good friend, Mati the Small but Brave.

Malix took a deliberate pause as he reached the last five steps before the forest floor. 

“You have two choices, Rendlesham,” he stepped down. 

“You can surrender to me.” 

Another step.

“And become my loyal servant,” he stepped again.

“Or,” he lingered on the word and took the penultimate step.

“You can die by my hand.”

He placed both feet on the forest floor and waited for their reactions, but the expected cries and screams did not come. Malix had been so sure that he would be met with faces filled with terror, that he had not yet looked in the eyes of his victims. When at last he did look up, he found that their faces did not show fear or despair. On the contrary, a few of the knights looked relieved and Rendlesham silently smirked. 

The smile vanished from Malix’s face. “What is this ruse? Why aren’t you cowering before me? Did you miss the part where I, your archnemesis, became immortal?”

“Is someone going to tell him?” Mati asked in her quiet, monotone way.

“Tell me what?” Malix demanded as he lowered his brow.

It was Rendlesham’s turn to laugh now and his laugh was every bit as villainous as Malix’s laugh had been minutes ago. “Oh, he’ll find out soon. It should take effect any second now.”

“What’s going to take effect? What have you done, Rendlesham? What could you have done? I am immortal now!” Malix raised his voice, which sounded far more panicked than he intended.

Rendlesham let out a satisfied little hum. “Maybe it’s already working. You see the thing is, Alex, you aren’t immortal. Mati beat you to the top of the stairs and switched out the elixir.” 

Gorgon Malix’s face went white and he grabbed at his throat. Now he knew why that butterfly had seemed familiar, and all the terror and despair he had wished on his enemies washed over him instead. “No, no, no, no!” he yelled frantically, “what have you done? What did I drink?”

“You’ll know soon enough, Alex. It already seems to be working.” Rendlesham’s grin grew wider and wider.

There was no question anymore, this was no ruse. All the denial that Malix had clung to melted away, leaving nothing but hopelessness in its wake. “Why do I feel this way? What have you done? What has happened to me?”

The visceral look of terror in Malix’s eyes was so powerful, even some of Rendlesham’s knights found it hard to watch. Mati looked away entirely as the villain fell to his knees sobbing.

“FIX IT! FIX IT!” Malix screamed through his sobs as he crawled towards Rendlesham.

Rendlesham kneeled down and put his hand on Malix’s shoulder. “It’s a potion that obliterates your will to live. You know exactly how to fix it, Alex.” Rendlesham drew a dagger from Malix’s belt and handed it to him.

Rendlesham stood and backed away as Malix pressed the dagger into his own stomach. Dark, viscous blood pooled beneath the ruined man as his body slowly slumped into the dirt. 

“End…my misery…” Malix begged with strained breath.

Rendlesham paid no heed to the request. He turned his back and nodded to his knights. “Well done everyone, time to move out.” 

“Winston…please…help me die…” Malix pleaded again.

Rendlesham glared over his shoulder and scoffed. “Suffer.”

As the knights marched away, Mati mustered the courage to take a glimpse at Malix, after all, she was the one who had delivered the poison. She felt no joy watching him writhing on the ground. “Winston,” she began softly, “why does it feel like I’ve done the wrong thing?”

“Trust me, he deserves this. Think of all the suffering he caused,” Rendlesham responded.

Still disturbed by the results of her actions, she continued, “and now I have caused suffering. My actions made a person suffer.”

These were the last words Gorgon Malix heard before everything faded away.

[angelcake10023]

Being Normal…. (Part 3)

Part 2 / Part 4

[absolutelyzoned]

[i can imagine anything guy voice] i can make anyone objectum.

[treasuregamble]

please please go fall in love with tinlee on etsy

[21stc3nturyd1gitalb0y]

a lot of you got a kick out of my service dog’s battle jacket, so i thought i’d share some more pictures of the man himself.

i know people have a lot of stereotypes about what service dogs and their handlers are “supposed” to look like, and it confuses people to see a young, seemingly able bodied punk rocker with a service dog.

but i share this to say, that if you as a disabled person don’t see a life for yourself, you can create one. when i started to realize i was disabled almost 10 years ago, i certainly didn’t imagine this is where i’d be now. in fact, i didn’t even plan to making it to this point.

but a diagnosis doesn’t have to mean the end of the world. sometimes your world is just beginning. some people are of the belief that everything happens for a reason. me, not so much. i’ll never be grateful for the suffering i experienced in this world, but i will always, always be glad i chose to stay in it.

[riuhere]

'looks like someone's annoyed >;)'

( @emelinstriker gave me motivation to draw again while @theweepingegg suggested and I quote "share your simpness to the world~" and I thought about it...you know what? why the heck not? it's my drawings, so what if I want to share it to the world? I have more btw so keep an eye out ;) just slowy turning them into digital drawings to satisfy myself and bring back that groove. Thank You U.U you guys are amazing people for inspiring me, hands down)

Triad Au rightfully belongs to the amazing @novelcain

[auroreliis]

what if reader had k*lled someone before and the batfam (yandere) dis not know like «I dont need your damn protection» reader said to the batfam «but the world is so dangerous out there and your just a baby» the batfam said to reader « B!TCH I have k*lled someone the f you mean im a baby?!?» the batfam with horrified expresion «WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!»

That last little part is a funny little over dramatic way it might go.

Oh, you are COOKED. (Do pardon my use of brainrot language...)

CW: mentions of murder...obviously

The first thing they do is isolate you in a room and keep you there for a while until they figure out what to do with you (and so you can think about what you've done).

What happens next? Therapy sessions, which they all agreed on.

Don't worry, you will tell them everything, specifically Bruce, since he's the one carrying out the therapy sessions.

"Why did you kill that person?"

"How do you feel about it now?"

"Do you regret it?"

"How do you feel after our conversation?"

He pities the person you ended up killing and feels a little disappointed. A life was taken by you, an innocent person's life. He didn't raise you like this, did he...?

However, he also pities you. Unless you are trained to kill someone, it breaks you. He's seen it so many times, people commiting murders and then panicking, breaking down, because they couldn't live with the consequences of their actions.

You're a mere civilian, how could you ever have been exposed to that kind of environment? How could he let this happen? No, it is his fault for waiting so long before saving you from the world. He will teach you why it's wrong. He will make sure you heal and never take another life again. After all, it is his job as your father to guide you in life.

That's right, the only reason you could've done it is because you didn't know any better. You are a mere child in this old, cruel world, after all.

In the end, he holds himself accountable. He should've done better. He should've protected you better from the cruel world you live in.

Dick would be shocked. His little birdie, his angel, killed someone? Impossible. You're so innocent, like a baby, so how could this be true? He would take some time off to come to terms with the fact that you're not the kind of person he expected. When he comes back, after a week, he seems slightly distant.

With time, following your therapy sessions, he will return to his normal, clingy, annoying self. However, you can't help but wonder why he was acting so weird that one week.

Despite the fact that he also kills people, Jason is incredibly suprised and disappointed after hearing that you killed someone. Unlike everyone else, he feels anger. You're so young, so innocent, you grew up in a place where murdering someone was not necessary, so why would you do it? He doesn't kill people because he wants to, he only does it because he needs to. But you didn't need to do it.

That's what upsets him most. You chose to do it. You willingly took a life.

Despite being so hurt, so broken, he still feels an ounce hesitation when killing people, so how come you, someone who didn't go through what he did, could kill someone in a situation that wasn't even self-defense? Nothing could possibly justify it! And here you are, proudly announcing it to them. You should be ashamed.

He kills murderers, so what should he do with you? Does that make you as bad as the criminals he kills? God, he doesn't even want to think about it.

Jason won't get over it for at least a month. He'll be very distant around you and won't be seen smiling for a long time. Towards you exclusively, his behaviour becomes incredibly bitter. In fact, he's the one who most strongly encourages Bruce to carry out the long, grueling therapy sessions. He really thinks it'll do you good...

Tim's reaction would be more mild than expected. He would certainly feel uncomfortable with the fact that you seemingly feel not an ounce of guilt or regret. However, he wouldn't change his behaviour too much for too long.

During the first week, he'd be a bit more careful with his affection towards you. No, it's not because he's scared. He simply wants to observe you and see how effective the therapy sessions are. If he feels that your attitude towards murder hasn't changed, he would encourage Bruce to be more intense during the therapy sessions.

He would be more careful with the activities he offers you, since Bruce called a meeting with everyone to establish more rules, those being directed at Tim mostly. Tim's "cool, lenient older brother"-act needs to change.

From now on, no crime films or shows (especially not any violent ones), no crime documentaries, no crime or detective books, no vular language, no threats towards anyone or anything and for at least 14 months, no leaving the manor.

This change will probably be permanent.

[andersonfilms]

❝ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄!𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ❞

trying something new for the first time. erm, not doing my normal tags due to the fact this isn’t my typical content. but yes, i’m alive. i shall come out of hiding with a very special project soon. this shall be a small little consolidation prize from me to you.

[insertdisc5]

Um so I've been sitting on this ask for months cause I didn't want to bother you with how many messages you must get. And because it's difficult for me to be open about my experiences, but I'm working on that part thanks to you! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

For the first time in my 32 years of life I'm starting to open up to my friends and family. When I'm tearing myself down or having a panic attack about how I think I'm failing the people around me, now I say "This is something Siffrin would do, and you'd give them grace, so give yourself grace..." I can't overstate how much your writing has changed my life for the better.

AND I KNOW THIS IS CRINGE but I've been seeking out a last name for myself for many many years, cause I hate having my estranged father's name. And I never found a name that felt right, until now. So I hope it's ok with you that I'm working on changing it to "Frin" as a reminder to keep giving myself grace. 👉🏻👈🏻

Anyways haha I'm going to curl up in a hole now~! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ But not before I give you a huge thank you. So, THANK YOU!!!

i have no words. im incredibly humbled on all accounts by your message... for thinking about siffrin and how you'd give them grace, so you are giving yourself grace in return... for adopting a last name from isat... for trying your best to be more open!!! weargh!!!!!! you are incredibly brave and i want to thank you for your message from the bottom of my heart. im rooting for you!!!!!!

[ruvviks]

THE EVIL WITHIN 2 ➤ scenery [9/?]

[gladiatorcunt]

random links !!

send me your thoughts about any of these three pls pls pls <3

mdni | block & move on in uncomfortable

anakin

the night before he leaves to go on a long mission away

⤴️ when he comes back from the mission

dilf ani rewarding you for working so hard (daddy kink tw)

he was really pent up

you don’t get to be shy with him

his anniversary present (bondage tw)

in the shower

coriolanus snow

lazy mornings

you’re just too cute

⤴️ soothing the ache

you don’t deserve it inside yet

a video sent to sejanus

anal with dealer!coryo

he couldn’t help it

geto suguru

coercing his favorite follower

fucking the noise out of your head

crazy4crazy

he’s so stressed :(

mirror

tattoo artist!suguru

oh to be suguru’s femboy bf

[cheswirls]

short asl thing based on @where-does-the-heart-lie's modern au :) i started this over a year ago but the beginning is all dialogue and felt more like a script to me i suppose??? which deflated my desire to work on it. anyway i checked it over recently and it's completely fine lmfao, self-confidence restored here we go !

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"Yo. Aren't you usually in the middle of your shift by now?"

"I've been banned from the hospital."

"Like, for life?"

"No. For the next, uh.. Twenty-two hours."

"That's oddly specific."

"It was twenty-four, but I fell asleep after leaving the building."

"That wouldn't have to do with why they kicked you out, at all?"

"Hmmm. I'm too sleep-deprived, apparently."

"Ah. And, um, you called me because...?"

"I pressed a random number in my call log after waking up. Lucky you, I guess."

"Yeah. Right. Lucky me. And your car keys are...?"

"Confiscated."

"Ah, right, of course."

A beat of silence. Two. Three, then "Look, if you're busy, then–"

"No, no.  You called me, so I'll be there. Give me twenty minutes."

"Alright. Thank–"

"Thank someone else. Also, if you fall asleep in my car, I'm taking it as express permission to drive you around wherever I want."

"Ugh, go die. I don't even know why I bothered."

"LUCKY YOU, I guess," sounds off way too loudly in his ear. "No take backs. See you in ten."

"I thought you said–" Sabo breaks off as the call ends, leaving him staring blankly at his phone's too-dim screen. He squints, turns the brightness all the way up, and still squints as the sunlight proves too strong for the display.

Ace shows up in more than ten but decidedly less than twenty minutes. Sabo doesn't waste much brain power on it, only climbing into the passenger seat and yawning into his palm while his other hand fixes the seatbelt into the buckle. Not a second too soon, too, as Ace roars the engine to life and peels away from the curb at record speed.

Ace fiddles with the radio. He turns the music up, then dial it back down to inaudible. They hit the expressway and he leans over the steering wheel, frowning with his eyes fixed on the road far ahead. Sabo yawns again and this appears to be the limit to his patience. 

"Hey, so, I had a thought after you hung up on me."

Sabo grimaces. "You mean you–"

"Today's Wednesday."

He doesn't elaborate. Sabo is too tired to process. "Yes," he follows, after a second. He glances at the sky out the front window. "What time is it?"

"Oh, uh." Ace fumbles with hand placement so he can lift his watch to his face. "Nine forty."

Sabo takes a couple beats to try and process this, moves his eyes away from the skyline, and sighs as he pulls his phone out. 2:47 is what the display reads, which sounds much more believable.

"How did the minute hand get off?" he mutters to himself, chancing a look at Ace's busted wristwatch. Ace raises a brow, taking his gaze off the road to scrutinize Sabo. "No, it doesn't matter," he mutters to himself once more, sliding his phone away back on his person and out of his hands.

"My point is," Ace continues, like he hasn't just been interrupted by a whole thing. "Your timeout will be done midday Thursday. Did they switch your days off?"

"No." Sabo sighs. "They technically gave me the next thirty-six hours. Technically closer to forty. Something like that. I go back in on Friday. Sometime.” He tries to smile and it turns out very lopsided, from that he can make out in the rearview mirror. “Can you tell I’m tired?”

“I don’t think ‘tired’ is an accurate description,” Ace quips. “When did you eat a proper meal last?”

“Uh, yesterday. Maybe.”

“Maybe??”

“A ‘proper meal’ means different things to the two of us,” Sabo huffs. “On my account it was yesterday. I’ve had food since then, of course.”

“Alright, so here’s the plan,” Ace announces before absolutely whipping it around a curve. Sabo is his passenger in the passenger seat and had fully prepared to be so when he got in the vehicle, but he’d been vastly underprepared for this sudden course of action, which is how he ends up halfway out of his seat with his cheek slammed into the cold window. Ace doesn’t quite notice his brother’s terminal velocity until the car is once again on the straight and narrow, and only then it’s because of the audible thunk Sabo’s face makes when it collides with the glass.

“Aw shit. You good bro?”

“Ow,” Sabo mutters. “If I have broken bones I’m suing your ass.”

“Well, if you’re good enough to make jokes, I think you’re better than you’re letting on.” Ace keeps the wheel steady with one knee while he takes both hands away to crack his fingers. When he glances over at Sabo again, he looks even more pathetic – like he’s becoming one with the glass. “Anyway, as I was saying.

“I’m taking your ass home. You’re going straight to sleep and while you crash, I’ll make you something decent to eat and stick it in the fridge for you to heat up later. I’ll even make you two servings to eat two different times, since you clearly can’t be trusted to take care of yourself correctly.”

“Ouch.”

“I want you to conk out for as long as your body allows. We can reset your sleep schedule tomorrow, alright? Put your phone on silent; do not answer any calls. In fact, you know what, just give it to me.

Sabo glances over to see Ace’s hand held out to him, palm up. Fingers wiggling expectantly. His lips pull up into a grimace. “I’m not doing that.”

“Fine.” Ace takes his hand back. “But you will comply with everything else.”

“Wow! It’s so funny, I didn’t realize you turned into my mother overnight! Really tapped into your mom potential, huh? Anything exciting happen in your life that would cause that? I guess I wouldn’t know, since I’ve been a zombie for the past two days.”

“There’s nothing wrong with acting like your older brother, you dipshit, especially if you keep putting yourself through the wringer like this. You go home. You sleep. You wake up and eat. You go back to sleep. Then we do laundry. Does that sound agreeable?”

“That’s negotiable, at the least,” Sabo mumbles. “I will accept good food as a form of bribery.”

“Oh, nice, because I’m flat broke at the moment.”

Sabo makes a mental note of that, and then they’re pulling into the driveway. Ace lets him exit the vehicle by himself and then promptly manhandles him all the way onto the couch where it will be easier to force his body to relax than in a real bed. Ace knows this, so he calls him weird before chucking a loose blanket at his head. Sabo is almost too tired to function at this point, so he lets Ace have the last laugh in favor of finally closing his eyes.

Coming to is a surreal experience, especially since the sun is still out. He must make a noise because Ace is suddenly within view. His limbs are tangled in the blanket and still so heavy that he doesn’t bother moving. “Thought you would be gone,” he half-groans, eyes slipping shut again for a moment.

“I did leave,” Ace confirms. “I had to go pilfer some stuff to make stew with. It’s almost done, so I’ll hang here until then.”

Pilfer. That could mean any number of things. Sabo chooses to believe in the option where Ace is an upstanding citizen, and then remembers Ace saying earlier that he had no money. He frowns and squirms on the cushions enough to where it looks like he’s checking his pockets. “Where’s my wallet, Ace?” he bluffs.

“Somewhere around here,” Ace pipes up. “Your stomach will thank you for your contributions to the Portgas Household’s pantry!”

“Ugh, I got robbed,” he complains. “This sucks. ‘m going back to sleep.” He rolls over so his back is to Ace.

“Yeah, you do you, bro. Stew will still be here later. I’ll see you when you’re back in the world of the living.”

—

Luffy comes in late that night and slams the front door shut as loud as humanly possible. When he appears in the main room, he doesn’t seem to be upset, so Ace writes it off as a Luffyism. Sabo hasn’t stirred at the noise, so it’s all good.

Realizing this, Luffy pads closer to Ace’s side and looks at Sabo’s unmoving body warily. “Why is Sabo passed out like a corpse? Is he sick?”

“No, he’s not sick, he just can’t take care of himself. Which is why we are going to let him sleep for as long as possible.”

Luffy just nods to this, but it’s the uncomprehending Luffy-nod that means he’s just going to end up doing whatever he wants to regardless. Ace sighs, then jerks his head towards the kitchen. “He ate a little earlier, but I want him to eat again when he wakes up. There’s stew in the fridge if you want it – just leave him a little. Got it, Monkey D. Luffy?”

Luffy throws him a salute and then runs off in his socks. “Yippee! Ace made stew!”

“Think of your brother, Luffy, and make good choices!” Ace calls after him. “He’s a pathetic man who needs food to feel better or he’ll end up sleeping through Laundry Day!”

—

Sabo does not sleep through laundry day, but he does sleep for sixteen whole hours, so it’s just around noon when he forces himself up off the couch and into a warm shower.

Ace is around, which is mildly unexpected. But he’s still half-asleep, so everything is at least a little unexpected. He glances up from playing video games with Luffy to see Sabo leaving the steam-filled bathroom with his hair hanging around his shoulders. “You look like a wet cat,” he calls.

“Sabo’s awake!” Luffy cheers. “Ace thought you died at one point.”

Ace elbows Luffy in the gut, making him hunch over. “I did not!”

“He totally checked to see if your heart was still beating!”

“I’m undead, actually,” Sabo says completely seriously.

“Does that mean you don’t need to eat anymore?” Luffy questions. “Because I ate all the stew last night.”

“I saw that coming and made extra.” Ace finger-guns in Sabo’s general direction. “That’s why I bought two sets of ingredients. With your money!”

“With my money,” Sabo echoes, because it’s such a wild statement to have to deal with this early in the day. Well, early for him. “Fuck you.”

“I mean, I can tell Luffy where I hid–”

“Thank you, Ace, for agreeing to share your quarters with both of your brothers so we can all do laundry today on your dime!” Sabo raises his pitch so his voice is mockingly squeaky when he says this. He starts moving down the hall before Ace can start to argue, letting his and Luffy’s voices bleed into the background.

When he comes back out, now dressed, it smells significantly better than before. “I reheated the stew,” Ace announces, gesturing for Sabo to take a seat at the kitchen counter. “Let’s all have lunch before we head out.”

“You have to drink this too,” Luffy tells Sabo, sliding a Gatorade across the counter so it sets in front of him when he finally does take a seat. “Ace’s orders.”

“Gotta get those nutrients back somehow.”

“Aren’t we so considerate, Sabo?”

“Do you even know what ‘considerate’ means?” Sabo asks, lips quirking up into a half-smile. At Luffy’s shrug, it turns into a real smile. “Well, thanks anyway. Both of you.”

“No sweat. And look!” Ace brandishes a five dollar bill for both to see. “I found this baby for us to use on coins! It’s all on me today–”

“Where’s my wallet, Ace?!”

[angelcake10023]

Samadhi Fire Tang Au- Part 3

A Guilty Conscious

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[nonbinary-arsonists]

MECHS HEADCANONS, GO!

[disappointingyellowhighlighter]

A little explainer on what happened with AO3:

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What this does mean: AO3 might go back down, if the attack is relaunched. These types of attacks are usually used against businesses where traffic = money, thereby costing a company money. This isn't really an issue here since AO3 is entirely donation and volunteer based.

What this doesn't mean: stories, bookmarks, etc will be deleted and your anonymously published works will be linked back to you. No vulnerable points are breached during this process, so unless this group ends up doing something else, no data breaches will happen. You are safe, your content is safe.

[sweetgaleria]

Aaaw, you thought she was being cute <3