#left with an eternity of lost identities. lost people. lost lives.

[canis-dies]

... having a great time.

[poppy-s-rampage]

Once a Hero.

Chapter 1: Too late!

Warnings: Blood, Gore and violence. You can't sue me now!

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Prologue| Masterpost| Chapter 2!

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The Master of time leaned over the unmoving form of his young protegee, forceps needle and thread in hands. The old ghost deftly redid the stitches on the youngest torso. Slowly but surely closing the jagged ‘Y’ shaped wound shut.

‘How did it come to this?’

All it took was one minute of inattention for the young Halfa's timeline to be put in jeopardy. In a single moment of inattention, Daniel’s timeline tangled with another stray unstable one and merged. By the time Clockwork noticed, the timelines were already fused to the point of no return. Reality wrapped to fit the new Frankenstein series of events. So he did what he could, snip at some parts, and twist at others to make it so his protegee could have a chance of survival and still having a goodish timeline.

The gaping wound now finally shut, the old ghost went to treat the boy’s muzzle cuts and throat. The apparatus, when destroyed by the wail, had split open the right cheek’s flesh from the corner of the Halfas mouth, carving a morbid half smile. The boy’s tongue was bloody but could still be salvaged with diluted ectoplasm. The real problem was the throat; it was impossible to currently heal to a usable level with the concentration of ectoplasm he could safely use on Danny.

He was no Frostbite, but he was more than capable of putting back together the young ghost in a Time out. Daniel was too unstable to stay in the infinite realms, his core still too raw for pure Ecto. It would be like feeding a 10-year comatose patient a buffet after being kept alive via IV, transfer the concept to a fragilized and forcefully balanced core, and you get the idea.  It was also a way to better realize the consequences of his mistake. But not to apologize, nothing would ever be enough to fix what Daniel had endured.

Clockwork stopped believing in apologies an eternity ago.

It all had happened so fast, Phantom had no chance of changing the course of events. Ironically, the current timeline was the best possible outcome after the incident.

While his protegee’s original timeline’s parents would have been accepting of his heritage, the ones of the intruding unstable timeline were not. ‘Monsters’ would have been too kind of a word to describe them. Curiosity plagued individuals who could have given Dan a run for his money. The origin of a world’s collapse, the cause of too many deaths, terrifying geniuses with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and slaves of their obsessions. Even their children didn’t hold enough value for them to spare.

Thankfully, this world didn’t come to that and was still salvageable. Unfortunately, too many people have already lost their lives and existence to his mistake.

It had been like any tranquil day in young Daniel's life. He woke up groggy after a night of patrolling, went to school, hung out with his friends, patrolled a bit, saved a few weaker ghosts, stopped a few accidents and then went back home. The young Halfa had planned to finally reveal his identity to his parents- with no little insistence and encouragement from his sister and the reassurance of the previous Freakshow happenings. (He, of course, delayed the moment as much as he could.)

Of course, Clockwork had already watched and analyzed all the possible futures caused by this decision. He had assured Danny that no harm would befall him.

And since every possible happening was in Daniel’s favor, the ghost of time left the timeline out of his watch in favor of fixing yet another mess the Speedster’s had caused.

Seriously, what kind of mentally challenged troglodyte would erase an entire timeline to enjoy a cheap burger in loop instead of buying another!

*Crack*

The forceps broke in his hand. The Ancient summoned another one. Moving to stitch the lacerations on his king’s arms and legs.

It had, sadly, taken a while for the Master of Time to fix the Flash themed issues. It then took him an even longer while to salvage the tangled mess of timelines. He was far too late to save Danny’s loved ones. Humans, even Liminals, were fragile.

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The reveal had gone well at first, Jack and Maddie had accepted their son’s new nature. But then the timelines merged, the Fenton parents became one with their alternates and the world was set ablaze.

The youngest Fenton was promptly drugged and knocked out, only to wake up on a dissection table. His parents and a few GIW agents circling him, tools in hand. The hours, maybe days, Daniel spent in these creatures’ grasps were a nightmare made real.

His sister and friends tried to free him, only to be captured and fall victim to the same fate. Amity Park’s younger population mutinied against the agency and scientists but quickly got shut down. Brutally. The city was deemed a lost cause and put on lock down. The elder Fentons and the GIW galvanized by their success, went after every single being standing in their way in the name of science and self-defense.

It was too much for the young Halfa. His every waking moment being haunted by monsters wearing the skin of people he used to know and love. To hear the same people who raised and loved him gloating at the harm they caused his fraid. At the harm they caused him, vindictive. Every ounce of strength Danny had went into figuring out a way to save what he had left. But alas, he was too late.

Everything culminated the moment the agents and his parents reentered the room for the how manyth time. Their make believe faces fixed into a cruel smirk, smiles too wide, eyes too bright and too many teeth. Were the ghosts truly the monsters ?

Black opaque bags were dragged into the room next. A dreadful foreboding feeling caressed his spine. It was different. What were they planning?! What did they do?!

Panic seized the Halfa’s heart, hair standing on end. Eyes wide and pupils dilating as he noticed the strong smell of copper permeating from the bags.  His restrained limbs shaking at the realization of the truth he oh so wanted to deny. 

The monsters kept talking, taunting and accusing him of something. Blaming him. But he didn’t ‘hear’ them over his ever rising dread.

They opened the bags and his world came crashing down.

Three lifeless barely recognizable corpses. Chest opened in a bloody imitation of a butterfly. Missing limbs and organs. An innumerable number of lacerations. All indicators of a painful and slow death. But yet their eyes remained closed into acceptance and welcoming the relief of death.

He wailed.

Despite the muzzle, despite his already severed vocal cords. The wail coming from his very core blasted everything in his surroundings. The muzzle shattered, the monsters vaporized into a red mist and the walls became debris.

The building shook. The creatures in human skin panicked trying desperately to flee the premise but they were too late.

The latest experimental portal meant to be mass produced by the GIW resonated with the Wail and destabilized. The explosion that followed erased the facility and its surroundings and triggered the original Fenton portal which in turn wiped the city above off the maps.

Every single being died. The GIW agents, the Fentons, the citizens and some of the weaker ghosts. The stronger Phantom rogues weren’t even in the range or succeeded in escaping. The Fentons and GIW were still ‘thankfully’ useless when it came to capturing them.

And then there was Phantom.

Unfortunately or fortunately for him.

Forever the exception.

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Author note:

Hello! Thank you for reading! This time I didn't write this at 3 am!

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I wrote it at 5am! Insomnia says what?

[icyg4l]

Pick-A-Girl Group: What Purpose Do the Women In Your Life Serve?

Continuing on with my Women’s History Month series, I am going to do a reading on how the women in your life feel about you and the effect of these feelings. I am going to be using the True Heart Tarot Deck and the Archetype Oracle Deck. These readings are supposed to uplift, relate to and inspire women so I hope they serve their purpose. I Without further ado, please pick your pile. 🫶

***Disclaimer: Regardless of your gender identity, the women that are in your life deserve to be celebrated as long as they have pure intentions. Much love. 🩷

Left-to-Right (1-4):

Pile One: If you resonate with the image of FLO, then you deserve the whole fucking world. Pile One, the women in your life absolutely adore you. You probably resonate with the song’s theme: recognizing beauty in yourself when everyone is against you, specifically as a black woman. You have come such a long way. The women that are currently in your life have seen you make mistakes and allowed you to do so. They recognize your evolution. A lot of you have a best friend who you’ve been friends with for a long time and she is so proud of you. She is proud of the person that you have become. This pile has some cheerleaders around them. I feel like the women in your life are meant to take inspiration from what you are going through right now. I think that you may be going through your redemption arc.You’re forgiving yourself for a lot of things that you’ve done in the past. The women in your life see that and are following suit. After all, living life does mean not being a robot. These women who are around you are all ears, very receptive to what it is that you are doing with your life. You’re like their Oprah, lol. If you have a story to tell, share it with her. She may need to hear it. I channeled the show: Beyond Scared Straight; specifically the parts where the prisoners talk to the kids about their life stories and the reasoning for why they should not end up in jail. I feel like you could be someone’s mentor, whether they’re younger or the same age as you, perhaps even older. You are someone’s Reesa Teesa too, lol. I get the feeling that you need to be talking about yourself, Pile One. There is an audience full of women who are willing to hear you out and listen. When I pulled from the oracle deck, I got the following cards: 

God: Benevolence and compassion. Recognizing the eternal force within yourself and others/Despotism and cruelty. Using power to control people 

Mother: Nurturance, patience, unconditional love. Joy in giving birth to life/Smothering or abandoning children. Instilling guilt in children for becoming independent.

Poet: Expresses soul insights in symbolic language/Turns a lyric gift to negative or destructive effect. 

Cards Used: 2 of Swords, 4 of Discs, 9 of Cups, Prince of Wands (RX), King of Discs, Four of Cups, Temperance.

Pile Two: If you resonate with the photo of Destiny’s Child, you got some ride or dies around you for real. I think that you’ve been through hell and back with the women in your life and they do not play about you. I think the women in your life want you to know that you are so worth it. I’m not going to lie Pile Two, it sounds like you’re in a toxic love situation and your girls want you out of it. Your friends, cousin or little sister could have told you that you need to exit stage left multiple times. They absolutely believe you deserve better. Hypothetically speaking, If y’all fell out today and an emergency happened tomorrow, they would be on the way to the hospital. I feel like family is so important to you. They feel like you’ve forgot about them but I don’t think that you have. Circumstances make it difficult for you all to see eye-to-eye. The women in your life want you to know that you are not alone. They will forever be there for you no matter what, even if you have lost your damn mind. These challenging times will make the bond between you and these women stronger. When I pulled from the oracle deck, I got the following cards: 

Artist: Expressing a dimension of life that is beyond the five senses. Inspiring others to see life symbolically / Using talent as an excuse to mistreat others. Posing as the Starving Artist to elicit pity.

God:  Benevolence and compassion. Recognizing the eternal force within yourself and others / Despotism and cruelty. Using power to control people 

Goddess: The feminine expressed through wisdom. Nature, life force, and sensuality / Exploitation of the female nature and form 

Cards Used: Ace of Discs, 9 of Swords, Princess of Cups (RX), Prince of Discs, The Hierophant, Princess of Discs, 4 of Cups (RX), The Devil (RX), 10 of Cups.

Pile Three: If you resonate with the photo of TWICE, you got the grandmother spirit around you. Did you grow up in the church? Or at least with a god-fearing grandmother? I feel like the women in your life hate to see you unhappy and this is what you’re feeling right now. I think that you may be uninspired/unfulfilled with what life is giving you right now. It’s not an uncommon feeling. But smiling can make all the difference. The women in your life want to see you smile, make you smile and laugh. They want to be there for you like how your grandmother was. No one will ever replace Granny but her presence is always there. You may be questioning God/your higher powers because of something that deeply affected you. But the women around you want you to not feel ashamed or want you to feel like they are judging you. They have been in the same predicament. They only want to see you get better. They hate to see you like this. It may be hard to do this but look at the glass half full, rather than half empty. They want you to get back to yourself, the version of you that isn’t defeated. When I pulled from the oracle deck, I got the following cards: 

Child: Nature: Friendships with animals. Communication with nature spirits / Tendency to abuse animals, people and the environment. 

Destroyer: Releasing what is potentially destructive. Preparing for new life / Intoxication with destructive power. Destroying others’ dreams or potential.

Child: Magical: Seeing the potential for sacred beauty in all things. The belief that everything is possible / Pessimism, depression and disbelief in miracles. Believing that energy and action are not required for growth.

Cards Used: The Devil, Princess of Cups, The Star, Judgment, The Moon, Temperance, Seven of Swords.

Pile Four: And lastly, if you resonated with the photo of the Spice Girls, you seem very sensual. Are you a SWer? Do you attend pole dancing classes for fun? Do you know someone who does either of these things? I feel like the women in your life appreciate how physical you are. You’re probably an artist and you're sensitive about your shit too. The women in your life feel as though you have a lot of talents. You’re very multifaceted and they love to brag about it, especially the older women. You could been the cousin who had to show off the latest dance move. So as a result, you became the leader of the pack. You can be naturally nurturing but it can drain you. The women around you feel like you need to put up some boundaries so that you can still worry about you. They respect your quality of being a giver, but do you even respect yours-[GUNSHOT]. There is a woman that you are close to that admires a quality that you hate. She compliments it any chance she can get because she wants to uplift you. I feel like people always try to touch you, whether it’s your hair, your arms, or even your butt. The women around you could immediately shut it down or call them out or defend it. They want to protect your innocence. Even though you are grown, you have that ingenue within you. They know how you can get (especially while under the influence) so they refuse to let you get that way. When I pulled from my oracle deck, I got the following cards: 

Servant: Delight in serving others with a free and loving heart / Using the lack of money as an excuse not to move forward with life 

Bully: Highlights your tendency to intimidate others. Helps you confront the inner fears that bully you / Conceals deep fears behind verbal or physical abuse.

Hedonist: Inspires creative energy to embrace the good things in life. Celebrates the beauty in yourself / Pursues pleasure to the detriment of health. Indulges at the expense of others.

Cards Used: The Star, The Lovers, Judgment, The Emperor, 7 of Cups, 10 of Swords, Ace of Cups, The Moon, 8 of Cups (RX).

[lol-jackles]

I know its beens awhile but what did you think of S15 as a whole?

As a whole I think season 15 was an above-average season due to below-average execution and ended with a stellar series finale that added rewatch value not just for season 15 but also all of 15 seasons.

Season 15 started and ended with callbacks to previous seasons; from season 1's woman in white and Sam's goal of returning to a normal life, to season 5's Dean's time in hell as Alastair's apprentice and bringing closure to Adam Milligan, to season 8's endgames for Sam and Dean.

The first half of the season 15 was about free will vs determinism, with Sam representing the former and Dean representing the latter.  Sam and Dean’s confrontation with God parallels how they've reacted to family and authority their entire lives: Sam challenged God’s Divine decree over His Creation while Dean accused God of abandoning His Creation.  When Abraham spoke with his heart and mind to God over His plan to destroy Sodom & Gomorrah, it led to Abraham transcending himself, leading the way for God, and becoming the father of faith. Metaphorically it's all about lessons in honest, meaningful relationships with our fellow human beings.   People often suppress their true selves and principles for the sake of avoiding conflict instead of taking the relationship a step further into a place of sincerity.   From season 11 to 14, Sam and Dean spoke their hearts and minds to God and the brothers' relationship became at its strongest, never wavering even when occasional arguments sprouts up because they were honest with each other.

Sam and God became connected through Sam's hope which manifested in their identical wounds. Secular-based hope is about anticipating something good to come in the future.  Sam has hope in a better future, so Chuck showed him a bleak future to make his lose that hope.  Once Sam lost his hope, God leaves.  That’s pretty much what happens to people in real life, when they lose hope, they feel there is no God or God abandoned them. Another physical manifestation of a bleak future is Dean's old friend who retired from hunting, Lee, who became so corrupted that Dean is forced to kill him.

The return of Sam and Dean's half-brother, Adam, brings welcome closure.  Adam is not out for revenge as he acknowledged his own culpability for agreeing to vessel-ship in the first place.  Him and Michael only having each other for 10 years in the Cage led to their codependent-symbiotic-ish relationship that parallels Sam and Dean to some extent.  

I like to call the second half of season 15 the "Dean redemption tour" where side characters were used to address Dean's unresolved issues in order for him to be good enough for Sam in their eternal afterlife. Normally whenever Dean interacted with side characters it is about the side characters, not Dean (see example here and here). But when the formula is reversed, it becomes a bit disjointed, and the audience picked up on it. The final redemption act target Dean's anger issues that both Amara and Chuck discussed.

Chuck: This is my ending.  My real ending. 

Very next scene: *Dean pulls a gun on Sam*

Dean’s been so obsessed with having free will that he’s actually following Chuck’s writing.  As usual Sam broke through to Dean, in effect breaking Chuck’s influence. Then a very mad mad Chuck shows up.

Chuck:  “Are you kidding me? After all that, you did it again!”

Then 15x18 happened. Ignoring the hilarity of that scene, the speech was supposed to remind the general audience that Dean is A HERO before he dies two episodes later. By 15x19, free will vs determinism comes to a conclusion.   Michael and Lucifer betrayed the Winchesters and succumb to determinism, fulfilling their destiny to destroy each other.  Sam and Dean manipulated Michael to lure Chuck into a trap to replace him with a new God, Jack. Chuck is left only with human frailties and for the first time Chuck has no idea what happens next, bringing the free will theme to a full circle.  

Due to interactions with Sam, Rowena became the new queen of Hell while Jack becomes the new God of Heaven. Jack promises Sam that He will have a hands-off approach and people don’t need to pray or sacrifice to Him. Jack’s perception of humanity is distilled down to, “When people have to be their best, they can be.” 

Before the story ends, the protagonist is supposed to accomplish their primary goal that had kept them driven and move the story forward.  Sam’s goal was attaining normal life, it was never about eradicating monsters to extinction or avenging his mother’s death.  In fiction it always seems like the main character want many things, but there is always a primary goal.  Harry Potter gets dragged into many subplots such as conflicts with his best friends, romantic misfires, and incidents with secondary characters, however his main goal was always to defeat Voldemort and that's what the audience is holding out to see.  Sam Winchester’s journey is flipped from Harry Potter’s; Sam gets dragged into many subplots of saving the world, defeating the Big Baddies, and conflicts with his brother, however his main goal was always to have a chance at a normal life. But this can't happen while Dean is still alive.

Dean has everything he wanted: Sam and hunting.  Dean is a complete person; he doesn’t need anything else. But Sam had given up just about everything so that Dean wouldn’t be alone. 15x16 reminded the audience that Sam wanted out of the hunting life since he was a child. Sure, Sam is very good at his job and even became a leader, but they always made sure to show that Sam doesn’t have passion for the family business other than saving people’s lives.  Claire Novak shows way more enthusiasm for the job. But Dean would never retire from the hunting life.  Even when Michael gave Dean a fantasy life, Dean still conjured up monsters so he can fight and kill them.  As long as Dean is alive, Sam will never be free to pursue a normal life.  Think back to Dean's speech in season 8 telling Sam to pursue his normal life only after Dean dies with a gun in his hand and a smile on his face.

The pivotal barn scene in the 15x20 finale was genius, bringing the series to full circle with callback to the pilot, fleshing it out, adding backstory to Dean’s pov that brings his fear, need, relief, and love to stark relief.  It hurt like hell, and at the same time, cathartic because Dean was honest.   The way Dean said, “Come here. Let me look at you. There he is!”  That’s Dean in dad mode, the parental figure to Sam.  The show reminded the audience in 15x18 that Dean raised his little brother.  Still in dad mode, Dean then tells Sam that he is proud of him.  It’s what every son wants to hear from their dad.

Dean then goes into brother mode and tells Sam he admires his strength even when they were children.  Sam’s strength is such that Dean was afraid that Sam doesn’t need him. Fearing rejection, he stood outside of Sam’s dorm for hours before finally going to Sam because it’s always been Sam and Dean, and Dean can’t comprehend if he didn’t have Sam. 

From there Dean gives Sam his blessing to keep living his life.  “I love you so much, my baby brother”. Sam’s reaction was pure and raw, he has always been honest about his wants and needs but craves Dean’s approval to pursue them, and now he has it.  Sam’s faith in Dean went answered with Dean saying how proud he is of Sam, how much he admired Sam’s strength so that Sam knows he is strong enough to go on living without Dean.  

Another reason why the barn scene is genius is the pilot callback sets up Sam and Dean’s reunion in New Heaven as pilot 2.0.  From there they will build their relationship just as Sam and Dean.  They are at peace without monsters disrupting their lives, without vindictive angels disrupting their afterlives, and without childhood angsts weighing them down.  They have both freedom and peace.

This applies to all of the hunters.  Jack’s New Heaven is like a retirement home for hunters where they can enjoy their peace and socialize with their friends and loved ones and even upgrade themselves to the people they were meant to be on earth.

[24karatcherrygold]

Kettlestein "Kettle" Gray, once the beloved prince of the United Reef Kingdoms, lived in harmony with the vast oceans and vibrant reefs of his kingdom. As the heir to the throne, Kettle was poised to lead his people with a bright future ahead. His joyous spirit and adventurous nature made him a symbol of hope, loved by all who knew him.

But Kaos, the dark sorcerer with a hunger for power, saw Kettle as more than just a prince—he saw him as a tool to fuel his own twisted ambitions. In a bold and cruel move, Kaos kidnapped Kettle and subjected him to horrific experiments. The sorcerer sought to turn Kettle into a mindless puppet, using dark magic to drain the prince of his essence and replace him with a false version—one that would obey only Kaos.

From this dark transformation, Kaos created a mimic of Kettle, calling it "Zap." This mimic was imbued with electric powers, a twisted mirror image of Kettle’s own abilities, but devoid of his true spirit. The mimic was a weapon, an artificial creation that Kaos could command at will, and it now serves as one of his dangerous pawns—continuing to threaten the Skylands.

Though Kaos succeeded in creating this puppet, Kettle was not entirely lost. Weakened but still alive, he managed to escape from Kaos’ grasp. In his flight, he stole an experimental electric harness—one of Kaos’ earliest prototypes—and used it to survive, desperately trying to find his way back to the Skylanders. There, he hoped to warn them of the threat his twisted mimic posed and stop Kaos’ scheme.

While Kettle returned to the Skylands with his cheerful and playful demeanor intact, the scars of his experience lingered. His trauma, buried beneath his joyful exterior, left him wary of trusting others fully. But his mission remained clear: stop Kaos, free his kingdom, and confront the mimic that bore his likeness but none of his soul. And though the false Kettle, Zap, remains a weapon in Kaos’ arsenal, Kettle knows he must face his doppelgänger—not just to save his home, but to reclaim his true identity.

-Written by Gold

I just want to say if it wasn't already clear, Gold's story is designed as a more mature version of the Skylanders/Spyro the Dragon franchise. We both wanted to make Kaos seem more threatening than the games actually made him, as well as modifying the stories of many of the Skylanders to connect back to him. Giving them a more personal motivation for defending the Skylands.

So, yeah. Kaos is actually somewhat competent in this story

So now we've introduced the haunting idea of the United Reef Kingdoms as a puppet state controlled by Kaos using a fake version of Zap. Its only a little terrifying to think about.

(And if you're wondering, this is the mimic you fight in the first Skylander game while looking for the eternal water source.)

We're sorry Zap fans for giving your boy trauma, but what can you expect from war? Nothing good ever comes from it.

Regardless, I hope all of you have a great day!

With love from both of us!

-Cherri

[gemidoriwillbarelyusethisaccount]

Probably the most autistic thing I've ever constructed :'3

This is a semi-crack AU officially known as In Justice and Chaos! Essentially an ISaT + Batman crossover which has been shaking around in my head for at least a month now lmao

Isabeau - Main protagonist of this AU, goes by the alias of the Barrelman. Backstory is largely the same in that, after years of ostracization, he turned to the Change God to change himself into who he is now. His past is much more troubled due to this Vaugarde being a lot more crime-centered. Isabeau uses his grief over his own traumas and the friends, family and innocents who were lost in the madness of Vaugarde to become a hero, working closely with the House of Change to - well, bring change to the deadly country, shut down the rampant crime, dethrone The King who is machinating most of it, and help the country be a safer place altogether. Is mainly the same excitable but smart bro he's known for being, but slightly hardened and harder to earn trust from considering how much worse his past is. He hates what Siffrin is doing but still believes in them, to the point where he feels something about them he cannot describe.

Siffrin - Local mentally ill fella, goes by the name of the Playing One. This Siffrin never got to meet the party pre-canon, so he was essentially left to flounder in the dark corners of Vaugarde, trying to live the best life he can after losing his home. After a time of trying to make people laugh and being widely ignored, abandoned, tormented and abused, they grow fearful of dying alone. They turn to the Favor Tree with the wish of wanting to find someone, with all the time in the world. This gives them the power of Time Craft. With every loop their search for forever friends fails, eventually causing them to lash out and start a trail of blood. He kills whoever he pleases every loop, looping back any time death takes him. He finds the bloodshed to be refreshing and hysterical, and soon shirks their identity to give into a new persona. He was a clown following a script, so he accepted his fate, took on a new look and became one of Vaugarde's top villains, the Playing One. Upon finally meeting Isabeau, he soon becomes infatuated with him and makes a new wish; eternal life if it meant getting to keep the Barrelman's attention. As such, Siffrin has weaker Time Craft now (they can return from death, but the timeline remains the same unless it's under severely grave circumstances), and routinely abuses other Crafts to where they can clear off civilians and Sadnesses in moments, but not to Level 99 (hence he would still struggle with Isabeau).

All I've thought of so far are Isa and Sif, but any ideas and suggestions on everyone else and how Vaugarde operates are always welcome <3

Part 1: Isa and Sif (here!)

Part 2: Mira and Bonnie ( HERE! )

Part 3: Odile and Euphrasie ( HERE! )

Part 4: Loop, MDP and King ( HERE! )

[jesncin]

ohhhohoho someone else who also understands the untapped potential of survivor twin Constantine (I thought the potential left untapped was so fascinating I ended up making it the base of one of my fave OCs)

Anyways this is a request for the twin less twin John Constantine essay if you actually want to write it. You have a captive audience. Love your guys' art love everything about this idea

ohohoho an essay request?!?!!! Be still my heart, I am so touched that people want to hear more of Johnstantine Survivor Twin stories! I LOVE that the untapped potential became the basis for an OC for you, that is my favorite kind of creativity. Shortish essay incoming??

THE POTENTIAL OF SURVIVOR TWIN CONSTANTINE

I'm still reading through Hellblazer, but I can't help but feel the themes that crop up about how Constantine keeps losing friends and loved ones, how he struggles with commitment, how he keeps them at a distance feels like twinless twin angst to me! It's chasing an unattainable intimacy that can't ever be replicated, and the eternal grief some Survivor Twins go through- that fits Constantine a little too perfectly. John's themes are guilt? Well great, he's essentially assigned Survivor's Guilt at birth as a twin! He's haunted by the ghosts of people he's wronged or caused to die? Well, some twinless twins go through that too! Famously Elvis Presley was haunted by his lost womb twin, and perhaps talked to him when he was alone. Constantine's early bombastic punk lifestyle and eventual desire to live despite the odds (like in his cancer arc) reminds me of the pianist Liberance saying the death of his womb twin fueled his flamboyant lifestyle and "desire to live for two".

There's a lot of potential angst in contrasting Constantine's will to live and him never getting to reunite with his twin because he keeps cheating death. Maybe he wants his twin's ghost soul to move on from guilt, but Goldie doesn't want to ascend because John is all that he's ever known. Maybe Goldie's the only ghost that doesn't blame John for their death (no one should ever blame a surviving twin for the lost twin's death in my opinion, cough!!), and that in itself makes Constantine feel a unique kind of grief. Surviving identical twins talk about how even looking at the mirror brings them pain- because it's a reminder that your sibling didn't get to grow up the way you did. That bittersweet "you survived but at what cost" feels quintessential to Constantine stories.

Constantine Should Be Sincere Survivor Twin Representation Instead Of Another Tiresome Evil Demon Twin Narrative Blink If You Agree

[okamikami1996]

How "From" Should End

In From it has been realized that there is something that has caused all the chaos and death that the people stuck in the alternate universe are experiencing. We may have met it at the very end of the season finale in season 3. It was the voice on the phone that spoke to Jim near the end of season 1—“Your wife shouldn’t be digging that hole”—his voice is identical. We have also learned from Fatima that the creatures that are coming out at night are the parents of the children whom they sacrificed for eternal life. Okay, so, my parents have watched the Lost and believe that this is going to be one of those “they were already dead and in purgatory” endings. I refuse to believe that they would make the same mistake, but just in case, here is what I think should happen in the last season-- or seasons...

One possible backstory:

Once there was a happy little town full of good, law-abiding people—however, some were not so happy with their stations in life. One of them is a milkman, another looks like she may have been an outcast, and the signature old woman who killed two characters in the first five minutes of season 1, episode 1. All of these are people who certainly could want eternal life—people who have a major ego, believe they deserve more in life. The fact that they sacrificed their kids like that showcases that ego and also desperation—and those are two things that demons feed on. The seven fallen angels want to claw their way from the depths of hell, but they can’t escape unless they have sacrifices. I’m thinking that they tried to escape from hell by using the bodies of the children as vessels to walk upon the earth once more. There’s a problem though, the children-- whose hope and faith had been kept alive by Jade and Tabitha's past lives-- had strong wills. Not only that, child spirits have always been pretty horrific after they die and haunt the world they left behind so early. So, when they died and their bodies were taken over they created an alternate dimension to imprison the newly reincarnated fallen angels and the people (now immortal) that sacrificed them. The reason that the parents become mummified during the day is because the fallen angels are angry that they failed to complete the ceremony properly. There are movies where spirits are able to create alternate dimensions to entrap others; Gehenna or Nirvana are two terms that have been used before to describe these places. Nirvana was used in the Corpse Party franchise to describe the dimension that Sachiko created to entrap students who failed to complete the “Sachiko Ever After Charm”. Gehenna was used in a movie of the same name to describe a space where five people got trapped after they trespassed on holy ground. One person had to stay behind and live in a hellish immortality until the characters entered again and the process started once more. In any case, the child spirits create their own nirvana (or Gehenna) to entrap the evil that was brought into the world. Their spirits are acting as seals to keep everything trapped inside. The reason that there are random buildings in the town is because the newly created gehenna either took the shape of things that the child spirits are very familiar with or because some of the town had been sucked in while they were creating the dimension. If some of the town had been sucked in with them, it might be a nice flourish that these buildings had already been tainted by miasma and were therefore unfit to stay behind. As for the song Jade played; it is the song that summons the heavens to come and purge evil. When Jade played the song in his first life, he nearly succeeded in calling down the angels to defeat the newly resurrected angels, and Rafeal had thrown down his spear-- it hit the earth and shattered a part of it. These pieces of rock were imbued with holy energy and became the talismans we all know and love. However, the song that Jade played is incomplete, therefore unable to completely call down heaven. The boy in white was originally going to be the vessel for Lucifer, however Michael ends up getting entrapped in his body instead. The reason the boy in white doesn’t look like the rest of the children is because his consciousness has combined with Micheal- an archangel. As for why everyone gets sucked into their gehenna, it is either at the will of the children who want the cleansing of evil to be finished (in other words Jade has to finish the song) or at the will of the fallen angels who are biding their time and feeding on the fear, misery, hatred, and despair of all the poor souls who get trapped there.

Another Possible Backstory

We have pretty much the same elements as the last except the parents are actually attempting to help the fallen angels escape and in order to do that, they set up their gehenna to suck the vitality, hope, and goodness out of the victims. The children’s energy is what is keeping their gehenna active as they are being kept in a perpetual nightmare. The children’s nightmare is what gives the strange phenomenon life in gehenna.

The present:

Okay, so those are the backstories, now we get to the present. Tabitha, Jade, Ethan, and Julie need to find the missing scores to the song so that they can call the angels and cleanse evil. Meanwhile, Boyd finds out that he is the newly chosen vessel for Lucifer who is trying to corrupt and break him so he can take over his body. The new police officer, Dani, begins to be manipulated by the evil creatures of gehenna to turn the townspeople against Boyd. Jade finds what he thinks is the missing score and calls down the angels, but it is interrupted by the creature that killed Jim and ends up calling upon Armageddon. The score he played is for the trumpets of the revelation. Julie tries to master her storywalker power to save Jim because she believes that if she can prevent his death they may be able to alter the future so that the apocalypse doesn’t begin. She doesn’t know exactly why her father might be able to stop the apocalypse, however, she goes back in time enough times to try and find the answer. See the “Bucketful of River” from Buddhism for reference. We find out that Jim’s mother (who taught piano) knew the true score for the song that calls upon heaven to cleanse evil. Jim ends up surviving just long enough to give Jim the true score. Fate unfortunately cannot be completely altered, and Julie only manages to extend his life. It turns out the Julie’s power has to do with the new set of apostles. The other apostles are: Victor, Sarah, Elgin, Fatima, Marielle, and Randall. Gehenna continues to try and corrupt the others. Beelzebub is the one who has been tormenting Randel. The only apostles who haven’t been succumbed to the torment of the fallen angels yet are: Victor, Marielle, Julie, and Randall, as they haven’t sinned yet. Boyd is falling out of favor with the townspeople as Dani has begun to turn them against him. Kenny remembers a legend about Gaki (hungry ghosts) and believes that the monsters who come out at night are a type of Gaki. See the Origins of the Segaki Festival. He tries to lead a ritual to cleanse the souls of the monsters, but it fails. Jade plays the song that calls down the heavens and the cleanse begins, but the fallen angels—who have thrived in the tainted dimension—try to pull the entire town into hell where they can bide their time and try again in the future. Kenny tries to have the people cleanse the spirits again, however this time, they try to cleanse the child spirits. They all chant different prayers and offer up something of importance to them, cleansing the spirits. The spirits all revert back to their form before they died, and they create a nirvana to keep the townspeople safe therefore saving them from being taken to hell. The fallen angels manage to escape, but all the evil that tainted the earth is purified and everyone appears outside of a forest. Everyone is exhausted, but in the distance they hear a search party looking for some of them. They all call out and are found by the search party. Fade out as everyone is brought to safety

Hopefully they already have something that isn’t the same kind of lackluster ending as the one in Lost. I can pray right? The writing is very good so far, which is why I am so invested in this show. I just don’t want one of those endings that is the equivalent of someone throwing up their hands, saying “the end” at a random cliff hanger, and dropping the mike with a “boom” before walking lifelessly offstage. Like, I will die...

[ctheathy]

Survival instinct didn’t make the cut

Yandere Ticci Toby x Reader

Angst oneshot

Imagine making your first Tumblr post and it’s this. But I swear, this scenario has been living rent free in my head for the past months-

I believe it turned out quite alright though, hope whoever comes across shall be able to enjoy it themselves too =} Goodluck, darling~

Ticci Toby/Reader

⚠️Warnings ⚠️ :

•Toby lmao. •Yanderes •Reader’s demise •Obsessive behaviour • Abuse in all varieties •Implied non-con // r#pe •Indirect su!c!de •Slight detail of gore // blood •Derealization ?? •Tobitch going through the five stages of grief

Angst time babiee

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Now he’s done it.

Before you is where he stood, body trembling as the smell of bitter iron was dancing alongside his nostrils, mocking him.

His throat was aching, easily confirming the assumption that he had in fact been screaming at you. He hadn't expected this, but he should have.

He should have realised his self-restraint was reaching it’s limits.

He had lost count of the amount of speeches he had prematurely given you in warning over the course of just six months, the amount of punishments he’d given you in an attempt to put you in your place, his already thin patience having decreased into absolutely nothing. Why the fuck couldn’t you just be all ears and listen to anything for once in a lifetime?

You never listened.

It seemed like not too long ago he would have once again had your fragile figure cornered in an obvious out of control burst of rage. Figuring he had the absolute opposite of innocent intent, as he has done many, many times before in his quote on quote “regular” state alone. Yet the now deafening silence was haunting to Toby. You never enjoyed crying when he was in the same area as you were, he knew this, but some whimpers here and there did always manage to slither it’s way out of your throat. Especially when battered like this, you’re not supposed to be this quiet.

Conversations were rare, but it surely wasn’t like they weren’t there at all, despite how minor they might have been. He’d recall you flat-out ignoring his entire existence for a long time before that, and when you did reply to a sentence or two; your answers were always kept as short as possible, too short. Cold, even.

You and your blunt statements.

It angered him, following with Toby developing a habit of literally demanding your attention and cooperation, which surely wouldn’t be considered all that bad by a majority of people,

if it didn't include inflicting damage if a hint of resistance was even shown, that is.

Neck twitching severely with his eyes scanning over your once gorgeous form; one he wished to have held onto for the absolute rest of eternity, now beaten into a bloody pulp. Truthfully saying, your state had already been quite the wreck from these so-called “punishments” you had endured from him formerly, but they were nothing in comparison to whatever the hell he did to you this time. Your body structure wasn’t even recognisable to the bare eye anymore. The only thing left confirming your identity being your facial features, those you had instinctively tried shielding with your arms; arms who were now bend in uncomfortable positions, whose bones were now much so similar to your ribcage as they were clearly showing, sharp tips that had been broken off of the full bone structure poking out of the bloodied flesh.

You seemed to have gotten on his nerves once more, didn’t you? Who were you even kidding, you were always at fault from his point of view. You swore it had gotten to a stage where he just reached out for whatever excuse he could get his grabby hands on to cause harm upon you. His frustration streaks being no help in the matter, whatsoever.

That being said, this too included suffering the most whenever his torturous desires came over to front within his own mind, lashing out and resulting in unimaginable that when given too much detail would probably get me banned discipline instances in itself. He was trying to tame you into being some compliant little lap dog,

the perfect significant other.

And you? You were absolutely not having it.

You were very well aware of the fact that you, too, weren’t exactly the easiest when being in his presence either. Seemingly almost intentionally setting him off, having caused many broken limbs, bruises in all colours of the rainbow, deep wounds and screaming matches that could have easily been prevented otherwise. You just could not help it, the thought alone of being obedient to this- this monster made you sick to the stomach. The strict mental promise you made to yourself literally keeping you sane from his either constant cruelty or unwanted affection.

It was no surprise to say that he just went along with everything he desired as well, not caring about the clear signs of major discomfort your own figure had been showing Every. Single. Time.

Well.

He simply continued to take, greedily getting some sort of emotionally high on all that you'd indirectly have the possibility of giving him. Your blood, tears, cries, whatever sound he managed to get out of you, your body; he wanted all of it, the most suffocating part being that he wouldn’t ever hesitate to be selfish when it came to his wants, his needs. You could yell, squirm and resist all you wanted ...but deep down you knew attempting to resist his lustful urges would be futile. You knew he would continue to take until you were nothing short of an empty husk.

That was the case, atleast.

Until there was nothing left to take from you. His wrath didn’t hurt you anymore, it couldn’t.

Toby swore he could have felt the last bit of basic common sense alongside the last pinch of emotional stability left inside of him fading right then and there. Slipping from his grasp as he was clutching together excuses to desperately try and get himself somewhat in the clear, to not have the realisation of his actions setting in.

No. He wouldn't be able to handle it

This wasn’t his doing. No- nonono he has always told himself he had everything under control. It COULDN’T possibly be his own doing.

He’d never meant to ...

Yet despite these protests profusely swirling around in his head, slowly having it drag itself more into insanity, the axe was right there. Clutched in his own shaky hands with the oh-so-familiar dark red substance dripping from them. In fact, his own entire being was soaked in blood from head to toe. Creating a dried up pattern on the fabric he was wearing.

Was it his own?

Despite the constant weak state you managed to be in, how low in power you were compared to him; you never failed to catch him by surprise when still managing to put up the slightest bit of a fight, often even shedding blood yourself, his blood. Even as time passed, you should have clearly gotten the hint by now that struggling against your capturer, your abuser, did absolutely nothing for the both of you.

It caused you yet more and more harm. But much to Toby’s irritation, you never gained the desire to lower this stubborn behaviour of yours. Continuously keeping up your nagging nature, almost like you were trying to make him snap with no questions asked in the matter. Your motives were foreign to him, even questioning himself if you even had any to begin with. Heck, everything you once seemed to hold a liking torwards was either destroyed to bits, crumbled on the streets for the passersby to find or dead;

So, why?? Was tormenting him truly that important to you?

Muttering nonsense to himself and still being as shaky as ever, Toby dragged his now numb legs across the floor in a sad attempt to get the situation in hand, to get closer to you.

Still, a part of him couldn’t help but feel hesitant, his racing mind still not seeming to have left the state of shock he’s been in for the past hours. He was very much aware by now that your life had been taken this night. Taken in a brutal act of fury.

You weren't there anymore.

the axe slid right onto the cold floor, the metal leaving a clunk sound that echoed clamorously along the room as his body now realised how heavy the pressure on his arms had actually been.

Weakly he started counting down the reasons on how and most importantly, why this could have happened in the first place. He knew how massively petty you could be at times, but this was FAR from the wishes of his main desires.

This should never have happened.

He loved you.

It shouldn’t have.

He loved you. Helovedyouhelovedyouhelovedyouheneededyo---

He completely set his current thoughts to a stop for a good minute at that one. Needing you.

What did that even mean?

He knew he held you in massively high priority, he adored you even, but. Even that sentence in itself caught him off guard. His head had been over flooding for sure, it all just felt void-like, not real.

All he was left with now were his own heartbeats growing their ways into his ears as the organ was struggling to keep itself at bay, the strange yet all too familiar hollowness he felt in the deepest pits of his stomach and the liquid that has unconsciously been falling from his now blurry eyes.

He bit his cheek until blood was drawn from them, fighting back a choked sob as he crouched down to the bloody mess in front of him. Gently stroking your cheek with his knuckles, he flinched at how cold it actually was. The sensation of suffocation in his throat having reduplicated itself in a way he doesn't wish to remind himself of, clenching his jaws at how difficult it had become to keep in his whimpering. But enough of his tears were being shed for sure. And to make matters worse, the usual lack of emotion burned into your expression you’ve had ever since he’s been holding you hostage was now gone.

Instead, the frown Toby had been forced to grow used to was now formed into a soft smile instead. It was small, but unquestionably there. You were safe now, making peace with the outcome that had been created for your life. The outcome created by the absolute greed of another.

The outcome he had made for you.

This realisation he had tried to deny so damn badly had finally hit him, hard.

He quit fighting, the walls he created as a defence mechanism crumbling completely. Giving in as the overwhelming emotions that had been building up finally came to a releasing end. His usual mockery demeanor had been thrown out of the window once and for all, as all he managed to shriek out now were rushed apologies while just pleading for your living form. Just begging to hear your breathing for one last time. You seemed so small. Had you always been like this?

Please come back... please...

Hands were clinging onto the little bits of what was left of your body like his life depended on it. Big chunks of flesh were hanging from the body parts of your figure, laying limp against his own with his weak grip being yet as needy as ever, tears streaming out like a waterfall and unsteady breaths forcing their ways out into the crook of your neck. He had nothing to say anymore, the room instead being filled with high-pitched sobbing and convulsive gasps coming from nobody but himself.

God, he could have heard you call him pathetic right on the spot.

And that thought of you alone was enough to force a muffled screech out of him as his grasp grew only stronger, his veins being filled with nothing but desperation and grief; The constant loop he was in, slowly but actively breaking him down entirely. Your faint words out of memory repeating themselves over and over again.

And that smile.

That damned smile of yours being left to haunt the back of his mind.

Oh how that little motivation of yours had become clear to him now . . .

[lilacthebooklover]

pure vanilla cookie analysis- major CRK spoilers ahead!!

it must be so wild to find out that the power you earnt, the ability bestowed upon you for being pure and worthy, is nothing more than a fraction of everything you fight against. to watch the light of freedom be corrupted by the realisation your kind aren't meant to live, and see what should encourage peace be warped into a motive for destruction. to know that the devastation sent through the land is because you couldn't uphold your promise of keeping it all from going too far. to wait for the night of the crescent moon and attempt to fix it all, only to wind up with nothing more than a curse instead and nobody to blame but yourself. to be attacked in your homeland, to watch a war break out that you know is your fault, and to have the only way to stop it be to sacrifice your own power, the power you've used to bring together your world. to have it all taken away of your own volition in what should have been a final fight, to attempt to banish yourself and the one you love most for the good of all, to send away your people and your kingdom and everything you know. to try to isolate yourself for an eternity in a final, desperate act of sacrifice even though you know you cannot die. to expect that to be the end, only to go down in history as a legend and wander alone years later with no memory of your past and the last remnants of your soul appearing through your dreams. to wonder how you came to be, how you're still alive, then to remember it all and regain an identity that has lost its allure to your failures.

to be reminded of your mistakes by the harbingers of all that you oppose, to be easily incapacitated by reminders of how little purity you have left. to set out to reunite with others of your stature, your friends, to find those who share a common goal of protection, and find out just how deeply this power has corrupted their lives. to regain your strength and watch as the person who used to be your closest friend repeatedly pushes you away, insistent that you are but an obstacle she needs to be rid of, to find that same friend's soul split in two. to be a healer, to have the designated role of repairing and cleansing, only to struggle for a solution that will fix wounds that seem far too deep to close. to cause damage and harm and devastation despite wanting anything but, and see those who stayed steadfastly, fatally loyal to you fall at the hands of a monster you crafted. to search for the truth because you are the truth, you have been since you faced the trials and passed, and now it's up to you to find a way to fix this.

to learn that more of your own soul could be used to bring part of a loved, corrupted hero you have missed more than anything back, and to offer it up without hesitation regardless of the impact it could have on yourself. to be denied further sacrifice and see her return, only for her to push you away even now, desiring solitude rather than the solidarity you have been craving for years and years and years. to discover that your power is not your own, that it once belonged to another, that it was salvaged from corruption and destruction and illusions. to encompass light and purity and selflessness and leadership and truth, only to find out that you are nothing more than hastily purified deceit. to be selected as the one to stop the chaos and hatred, to have the fate of the world rest on your decisions.

to see the original wielder of your power be released and know that all you have is the result of another's descent into darkness. to see that your predecessor is a cookie and a beast all at once, to know that they are infinitely stronger than you and back in your world, among those you love. to be the parallel to a monster, the immovable object to an unstoppable force, to reflect deceit with a light of truth you can no longer truly trust. to discover your values are not inherently good, that they are born of the aftermath of evil, that you are simply a tiny fragment of unimaginable power where you used to be considered one of the strongest beings in existence. to see the cycle repeat in the one you care for most, and watch her blame herself for the horrors that have passed and the horrors to come, and wish you had prevented all of this while you still could. to see that your life is built on a throne of lies, and face off against a puppetmaster who shows undeniable, damning similarities to yourself, even down to his appearance. to be alone and yet not, to have power and know it has been corrupted before, to see what you have the potential to become if ever your soul begins to regress. to have back half of what you have so dearly missed, but at what cost? to know you must defend, must remain good, and try not to fall as the weight of your entire world settles heavily on your shoulders, because you are a protector, a ruler, a symbol, a hero, a healer, an embodiment of knowledge and greatness and power and truth, even as the very foundation of all you thought you knew continues to crumble bit by bit. wild.

[exmovibes]

Going over the LDS church with the BITE model because I'm bored

If I skip over any bulletpoints, it's because I didn't feel they applied to the church

Promote dependence and obedience- you need to follow specific doctrine if you want to get into the Celestial Kingdom

Modify behavior with rewards or punishments- wearing garments 24/7 will protect you from harm, paying tithing and following the word of wisdom etc will let you into the temple

Restrict or control sexuality- not even going to touch on the blatant homophobia, the church has a massive sexual purity culture problem. No porn, no masterbation, no sex before marriage. (Ever heard of Soaking? Not normal behavior)

Control clothing- modesty is expected. Much more in adults than kids because of garments, but no sleeveless shirts or crop tops or shorts that go above the knee etc

Regulate food and drink intake- monthly fasting, fasting as a valid way to get closer to God if you need help with something, word of wisdom

Exploit you financially- tithing. 10% of all income to get to the Celestial Kingdom.

Require you to seek permission for major decisions- not "required" per se but it is expected that you meet with a bishop or pray thoroughly before making big decisions

Deliberately withhold and distort information- hiding billions of dollars from members, changing church history

Forbid you from speaking with ex-members and critics- label exmos as apostates. Taught that anyone who left the church left purely to engage in sinful behavior and therefore cannot be trusted

Discourage access to non cult sources of information- taught to only go to the official church website for any questions we have about the church. Any information that criticizes the church is seen as hate and Satan trying to lure members away

Use information gained in confession sessions against you- if you go to the bishop about anything that contradicts the church teachings, you aren't allowed to take sacrament and you can't go to the temple, which are public acts of shame.

Gaslight to make you doubt your own memory- constant changing of church doctrine "God lives on a planet near Kolab, except no he doesn't" "joseph Smith translated the bom using the urim and thummem except no he actually stuck his head in a hat" "if you make it to the Celestial Kingdom you get your own planet except no you don't"

Require you to report thoughts and feelings to superiors- if you have any thoughts that contradict the church teachings you are expected to tell your bishop. Talking about sexual thoughts with an old man while 11 because I was scared I was going to hell is not fun

Encourage you to spy and report others misconduct- you're expected to tell your bishop if someone is acting against what the church teaches. Someone's drinking coffee? Tell the bishop. Someone is dating while being 15? Tell the bishop

Instill Black vs White Us vs Them Good vs Evil thinking- there's a right and a wrong way to do things. There's no arguing or bargening your way out of sin. Don't really know how to describe it

Change your identity- you're a mormon first, yourself second. Taught that God comes before literally everything else.

Reject doubt- taught to "doubt your doubts"

Instill fears of leaving the church- you're taught that if you leave, you lose your community, your shot at eternal happiness and mortal wellbeing.

Label some emotions as evil, worldly, sinful, or wrong- you feel anything sexual in any context other than towards a spouse? Sinful. You have any doubts about the church? Sinful.

Shun you if you don't believe or want to leave- I've lost all of my close friends when I left. I don't even want to mention the way my parents reacted to the idea that their child will have "Excommunicated" on their church record. Stuff of nightmares I'll say that much

Teach that there is no happiness or peace outside the group- taught that people only leave to sin. To live a worldly life. Sinning and living a worldly life is taught to result in sorrow.

[themuseandantarctica]

* 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏

sentence starters from christopher isherwood’s novel a single man. change however necessary.

tw: death, drugs, age gaps (between adults, no pedo.philia), some n.sfw text

i'm afraid of being rushed.

why? why? is it some cosmic entity, some arch-tyrant who tries to blind us to his very existence by setting us against our natural allies, the fellow victims of his tyranny?

such questions are hard to take seriously. they seem so academic.

intolerable old [name], always absolutely in the right, and crazy.

oh well, i expect it'll last our time.

the question "is this playacting or does he really hate us?" never occurs to them.

put them back, now! back! put them back!

i never hear the noise children make -- just as long as it's a happy noise.

do they know that they are afraid? no. but they are very afraid.

among many other kinds of monster, they are afraid of little me.

even when they are geniuses in spite of it, their masterpieces are invariably warped.

[name] wasn't a substitute for anything. and there is no substitute for [name], if you'll forgive my saying so, anywhere.

would you possibly be free tonight?

poor man, living there all alone. he has a kind face.

idiots -- fooled them again!

what is he up to?

these people are not amusing. they should never be dealt with amusingly. they understand only one language: brute force.

but does [name] want to be obeyed? doesn't he prefer to be defied so he can go on killing and killing -- since all these people are just vermin and the more of them that die the better?

no time to worry about that now.

it is a slander to say that they are identical.

the only ism i believe in is abstract expressionism.

is this some supersubtlety?

let's see if that old robot'll know the difference.

will any of them make it? oh, sure. one, at least. two or three at most.

you're always paying.

[name] wanted me to ask you, sir -- we were wondering if you could manage to get out to us again before too long?

won't this keep happening to him all through his life? won't he keep getting himself involved in the wrong kind of game, the kind of game he was never born to play, against an opponent who is quick and clever and merciless?

sorry, sir -- i lost you for a minute there.

they look as if they were ready at any minute to switch from studying to ditchdigging or gang fighting.

she has the look of a divorcee.

how can i impress, flatter or otherwise con this cantankerous old thing into giving me a good grade?

i must say, i don't see how anyone can pretend to be interested in a novel when he doesn't even stop to ask himself what its title means.

it's not much fun being beautiful for ever and ever, when you can't even wake up and look at yourself in a mirror.

well, what does [name] want them to say it's about? they'll say it's about anything he likes, anything at all.

wow! i don't dig that jazz.

what do we need eternity for, anyway?

the stupidest text in the bible is, 'they hated me without a cause.'

a minority is only thought of as a minority when it constitutes some kind of threat to the majority, real or imagined.

it's better if we admit to disliking and hating them than if we try to smear our feelings over with pseudo-liberal sentimentality.

why, you wouldn't recognize love if you met it! you'd suspect love!

well, after all, what else can you expect?

is this sheer idiocy or slyness?

i keep remembering that beautiful accent. it's like music.

i have to go down to the book shop.

you don't have any of those capsules left now, do you?

i bet, even if you had seen god, you wouldn't tell us.

someone has to ask you a question before you can answer it. but it's so seldom you find anyone who'll ask the right questions. most people aren't that much interested…

a place where the police are angels has to be an insane asylum.

the not-understanding, the readiness to remain at cross-purposes, is in itself a kind of intimacy.

isn't it some tiny satisfaction to be of use, instead of helping to turn out useless consumer goods?

just the same, it is a deadly bore and, to be frank, a wee bit distasteful.

want to go? we might ask him some awkward questions.

now we have with us a far more terrible fear, the fear of survival.

[name] stood me up. talk to me.

they're being cheated out of their childhood. they're being turned into junior consumers!

how can you talk such incredible nonsense?

that fills them with fury and loathing because they can never understand it.

essentially we're creatures of spirit. our life is all in the mind.

the nurses at the reception desk are pleasant, too. they don't fuss you with a lot of questions.

i am woman. i am bitch-mother nature. the church and the law and the state exist to support me.

i was screaming. they heard me clear down the hall.

it seems as if they can't bear to leave anything the way it used to be.

where's that fucking nurse?

if you'll just step outside for a moment. this won't take any time at all.

did she mean goodbye?

it will be a good christmas, the merchants predict.

i am alive, i am alive!

you old ass, who are you trying to seduce?

there is always an atmosphere of leisureliness in this place.

these things just kill me. man!

nobody is bitchy here, or ill-tempered, or inquisitive.

even up here, they are building dozens of new houses. this area is getting suburban.

the supermarket is still open; it won't close till midnight.

who says i have to be brave? who depends on me now? who cares?

look -- is it too late to change my mind? about tonight?

who can it be at this hour?

they might notice something queer about me, and you'd feel ashamed.

hey -- you can't die here! ain't this heaven?

the author gets slightly vague, so i've had to improvise a bit. i mean, he doesn't come right out and say so, but i have a suspicion that one's supposed to make it with human flesh. actually, i've used leftovers from a joint…

i've already made two new year's resolutions -- only they're effective immediately. the first is, i'm going to admit i loathe bourbon.

you know, i sometimes think, about you, whenever you do something really sweet, you're ashamed of it afterwards!

how many times, when [name] and i came to visit you -- sulking, avoiding each other's eyes, talking to each other only through you -- did you somehow bring us together again by the sheer power of your unawareness that anything was wrong?

he has made up his mind, really and truly. he wants a complete break.

i know you think he hasn't behaved well to me, [name]. i don't blame you for thinking that.

i betrayed you, [name]; i betrayed our life together.

i keep wondering just when it began to go wrong.

so here we are, just the two of us. just you and me.

i mean, until i've done that, i won't feel everything's really over. you have to do something to convince yourself.

i never wanted to live alone, [name].

how can you pretend you don't love it? and you miss it -- you wish you were back there -- you know you do.

i'm not sure how i should like that part of it.

whatever you say about it, darling, you always make it sound so marvelously romantic.

what's the harm? it's fun. it adds a new dimension to being drunk.

[name] not enjoying himself? he was having the ball of his life!

we were always making plans like that. we hardly ever told other people about them, even you. maybe that was because we knew in our hearts they were crazy.

no, [name], cross my heart, i am honestly not being bitchy!

feeling guilty's no reason for staying or going. the point is, do you want to go?

i think i shall go back, [name]. i dread it -- but i'm beginning to think i really shall.

i had to tell her at once, right after it happened. otherwise, i'd have been so afraid she'd find out for herself, in some uncanny way, and that would have been too shaming.

the past is just something that's over.

i can't stand anymore indecision. i've got to burn my boats, this time.

i should hate so to leave you, [name].

we could get drunk and earn money at the same time.

do women ever stop trying?

you are drunk. oh, you stupid old thing, how dare you get so drunk?

oh, the bloody battles and the sidewalk vomitings!

seashells are still less easy to find here than discarded rubbers.

it was nothing. only a poem.

but imagine your happening to pick on this particular bar!

do you really think i'd be such an idiot as to try to buy drinks for a minor?

you could invite him to stay the night at your place. tell him you'll drive him back in the morning.

you can talk about anything and change the subject as often as you like.

that's the trouble. i don't know what is important and what isn't.

the past doesn't really matter to most kids my age. when we talk like it does, we're just being polite.

maybe i will. maybe i'll get mad at you.

if you and i are no different, what do we have to give each other? how can we ever be friends?

whatever made me tell you all that? am i drunk or something?

i, personally, have gotten steadily sillier and sillier and sillier.

well, i'm not bluffing -- so what are we waiting for? you weren't bluffing, were you?

that's enough for now!

they ought not to let you out on your own, ever. you're liable to get into real trouble.

don't be an idiot. you'd get pneumonia.

you don't even have a cat or a dog or anything?

i believe you've discovered the secret of the perfect life!

getting married? no. that's out.

i don't believe you're that much interested whether i marry [name] or not. i think you want to ask me something different.

so now she's called the whole thing off?

you aren't exactly sober, if you don't mind my saying so.

and now get me another drink.

i suppose you've decided i'm a dirty old man?

don't you have a glimmering of how i must feel -- longing to speak?

the point is -- here am i and here are you -- and for once, there' s no one to disturb us.

it's the enormous tragedy of everything nowadays: flirtation. flirtation instead of fucking, if you'll pardon my coarseness.

thought maybe i'd better split, after all.

that was great, this evening. let's do it again, shall we? or don't you believe in repeating things?

quick -- we need a substitute!

yes, i am crazy. that is my secret; my strength. and i'm about to get much crazier.

what if [name] has been scared off? what if he doesn't come back?

this is where he found [name]. he believes he will find another [name] here. he doesn't know it, but he has started looking already.

but is all of [name] altogether present here?

how can such a variety of creatures coexist at all?

both will have to be carted away and disposed of, before too long.

[ask-sister-solaris]

I promised a fic series so heres the first chapter.

"Just let me go"

Part 1/10

Warning: Angsty as fuck, swearing, mild NSFW.

OC x Canon, WKM (Who Killed Markiplier), ISWM (In Space With Markiplier) and AHWM (A Heist With Markiplier)

The soft ticking of the grandfather clock filled the empty lounge, rays of pale moonlight filtered into the once lively room. Glasses left where their owners had set them, some empty, some half full but most filled with dust. A thick layer of dust covered the whole room, undisturbed since the incident, since Damien and Celine went missing, since William lost his mind, since Eliza had been trapped in this void.

The amount of adventures Eliza had been on, how many alter egos she had to create with even the slightest hope she'd get to see her friends again. It felt..pathetic. She was clinging onto the past like she must not forget, she could not forget. Actor would not let her, she was cursed to an eternity of suffering, to watch as her actions either killed people or saved people. How many people had she killed as the Captain of The Invincible II. Did she truly hurt that guys feelings by saying no to his marriage proposal...The guilt ate Eliza up, and it wasn't like these adventures were just do it once and that was that, nope she had to relive all her nightmares. All because of that bastard Actor. And what made it worse, she knew when it was due to happen again.

The woman laid back and stared into the void, before she closed her eyes and woke up on the Invincible II. Of course, this nightmare again a sigh escaped her lips as she sat up and got dressed slicking her short hair back. Usually Engineer Mark would come and wake her up with a coffee, but as the clock ticked on there was no knock...strange. Eliza poked her head out of her room, the hallway was dimly lit and abandoned. There were cobwebs? Stranger..a few cautious steps forward and Eliza was outside her room. It was deadly silent, eerie Eliza would go far as to say torturously silent. As she took a few more cautious steps, dust spoofed up from under her boots, so it had been abandoned for awhile? No..this was all wrong. Not that it mattered, as she opened the door to the bridge instead of consoles and monitors it was a disco room? Now this was definitely wrong, not that she had time to think as she was spun around and kissed.

Elizas eyes widened gently as the familiar scent of whiskey and cigars filled her nose. William..he was actually here?! But his outfit, a far cry from the prim and proper hunting uniform Eliza was use to, was a bright burst of pink and yellow something she never thought her husband would wear. As he pulled away, he grinned and held her face gently. Madness and love swirled in his eyes, his voice still soft as ever as he spoke to her "I knew i would find you sugar" A new nickame..what else had changed about her husband she didn't know. Eliza teared up and pulled him in for another kiss, filled with longing, lust and love. After so long...she had him back and she was not letting him go...but then, even as she pulled away realization hit her. This was more than likely a cruel prank by Actor. She couldn't fall for it. She refused to believe it, it hurt but she couldn't believe it. Wilfords eyes scanned her body language "Sugar.."

She shook her head and covered her ears. No it was just a prank! Just a prank! Had to be! He couldn't be here and yet be so different! Her husband! Her William! She had been there for him when Celine had to break it off with him, she had been there whenever he and mark fought or at least the aftermath. But now..he was so brightly coloured, childish! A sob escaped her lips as Wilford knelt down and pulled her into his chest. "Just let me go William...i know your not even the same person!" Wilfords heart broke a those words and he made her look up at him

"I am real, I am here sugar...I will always find you.." He wouldn't attempt to explain his identity right now, first he had to get Eliza and himself out of this godawful place Actor and put her in. Even with his cheery, airhead personality he picked her up and managed to summon a portal that would allow both of them to leave, and maybe she would find some real peace and rest after the long hellish living nightmare his wife had been through, and he hoped that goddamn detective didn't find them.

Fin

[rintari]

Spidersona Part 3

Background and some canon events

Michelle

Spider-Woman

Spider-Beam

Part 1

Part 2

Michelle's biggest divergence is her family which includes her parents and siblings. This is one reason why she's paired with May Parker as her mentor, because May has parents and a sibling too. Except Michelle's family doesn't know about her being Spider-woman, even though she has a good relationship with them. They worry about her living so far, she sees it as protecting them.

Despite the secrecy, she's very emotionally well adjusted being Spider-woman and its demands on her life. Being able to share the workload with Jessica and Cindy and have reliable allies is the main contributor to her work life balance. 

Michelle has experienced a few canon events, other than being bitten. She has fewer canon events than most spiders because of Jessica and Cindy, her move from her family, and extreme separation of her spider and regular life.

The three Spider-women experienced various spider canon events, as if they split it among themselves.

Michelle has experienced a Captain Stacy event.

Being Spider-woman has also worked out well for Michelle because her husband KNOWS she's spider woman. 

Patrick has been a part of Michelle's life from a young age. After an eternity of will-they or won't-they, they finally became a couple and were eventually married. She told him her identity after he proposed, not wanting it to be an issue in their marriage. While surprised, he takes the news well. He supports her however he can, mostly by moving to New York for her.

They were only able to get together during a time when she experienced a major canon event: she lost her spider powers. After two years of being Spider woman, a significant fight with Electro resulted in power loss when she tried to fight alone. He caught her and tried to stop her heart with multiple electricity strikes.

She barely manages to get away.

"It felt like I was being ripped apart," she whispers to Jessica while shaking. 

Michelle looks at her trembling hands, "I-I can't make it stop."

Jessica takes Michelle's hands between her own, "imagine holding yourself together. We'll be here until you're able."

In the morning, her spider abilities are gone.

At first, she tried working with Doctor Strange and the spider women to regain her powers.

When nothing worked, she scheduled a long return visit to California to be close with her family. Feeling lost, she reached out to childhood friends in order to regain something normal in her life.

Michelle and Patrick started dating after a month, but she regained her powers soon after. She returned to New York and they started dating long distance, which helped keep her spider woman life a secret.

Patrick moves in after the wedding. It's a relief to have someone she can completely be herself with.

Once the spider society recruited her, she left the library and worked at HQ full time. She felt that her universe was protected and in capable hands.

Her explanation to family and friends is that she's working for an organization that requires complete discretion/secrecy. Most people think she works for a government agency.

Her main condition for joining the society was to keep Patrick updated if something happened to her and bring him with her if she moved on site. She refused to keep this a secret from him. Patrick still works a regular job to keep up appearances for their lifestyle. 

Michelle knows she would have the most impact helping younger spiders. After probation, she specialized in helping/mentoring spiders with children who were already developing spider powers like Peter B's Mayday, and spiders younger than 13.

To be continued!

[gemidoriwillbarelyusethisaccount]

Probably the most autistic thing I've ever constructed :'3

This is a semi-crack AU officially known as In Justice and Chaos! Essentially an ISaT + Batman crossover which has been shaking around in my head for at least a month now lmao

Isabeau - Main protagonist of this AU, goes by the alias of the Barrelman. Backstory is largely the same in that, after years of ostracization, he turned to the Change God to change himself into who he is now. His past is much more troubled due to this Vaugarde being a lot more crime-centered. Isabeau uses his grief over his own traumas and the friends, family and innocents who were lost in the madness of Vaugarde to become a hero, working closely with the House of Change to - well, bring change to the deadly country, shut down the rampant crime, dethrone The King who is machinating most of it, and help the country be a safer place altogether. Is mainly the same excitable but smart bro he's known for being, but slightly hardened and harder to earn trust from considering how much worse his past is. He hates what Siffrin is doing but still believes in them, to the point where he feels something about them he cannot describe.

Siffrin - Local mentally ill fella, goes by the name of the Playing One. This Siffrin never got to meet the party pre-canon, so he was essentially left to flounder in the dark corners of Vaugarde, trying to live the best life he can after losing his home. After a time of trying to make people laugh and being widely ignored, they grow fearful of dying alone. They turn to the Favor Tree with the wish of wanting to find someone, with all the time in the world. This gives them the power of Time Craft. With every loop their search for forever friends fails, eventually causing them to lash out and start a trail of blood. He kills whoever he pleases, finding it to be refreshing and hysterical, and soon shirks their identity to give into a new persona. He was a clown following a script, so he accepted his fate and became one of Vaugarde's top villains, the Playing One. Upon finally meeting Isabeau, he soon becomes infatuated with him and makes a new wish; eternal life if it meant getting to keep the Barrelman's attention. As such, Siffrin has weaker Time Craft now (they can return from death, but the timeline remains the same unless it's under severely grave circumstances), and routinely abuses other Crafts to where they can clear off civilians and Sadnesses in moments, but not to Level 99 (hence he would still struggle with Isabeau).

All I've thought of so far are Isa and Sif, but any ideas and suggestions on everyone else and how Vaugarde operates are always welcome <3

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

           Ondine Eddadóttir, a 29 year old daughter of Ryūjin.            She is a fashion designer and owner of For the Fairest.

FC NAME/GROUP: Kim Yongsun (Solar) / Mamamoo CHARACTER NAME: Ondine Eddadóttir AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 21 November 1994, 29 PLACE OF BIRTH: Reykjavík, Iceland OCCUPATION: Owner of For the Fairest and fashion designer HEIGHT: 163cm / 5’4’’ WEIGHT: 43kg / 95lbs DEFINING FEATURES:

Currently has long light pink hair.

A mole under the outside corner of her right eyebrow.

Piercings: right and left lobes.

Tattoo: two orcas on a pink and purple watercolor background (https://www.pinterest.ch/pin/1061934787120689705/) on the inside of her left wrist.

PERSONALITY: Ondine is quite unproblematic. She is nice and gentle, very open-minded and will always listen to whoever wants to confide in her. She does prefer the company of her beloved sea creatures but when her heart opens to other people, she can become a trustworthy friend. She’s also very family oriented and she’s even thankful to her father for the gifts he offered her.

She loves her job as designer though she doesn’t always like the stress that comes with. She’s very creative and can’t stop drawing, finding as much peace in this activity as she does when swimming. She’s patient, a bit perfectionist and won’t stop until she’s totally satisfied with the results.

When left to herself, Ondine has a tendency to daydream. She can get lost in her thoughts for hours. It adds to her worried nature, being afraid of missing important informations or conversations. She’s hoping that her new life in Mount Phoenix will allow her to open to others more easily.

HISTORY: Ondine’s mother, Edda, worked for the Whale & Dolphin Conservation (WDC) organization, traveling the world to spread their message. This is how she met and was seduced by Ryūjin, under another name and a beautiful human form. He never hid his identity or his powers to the young woman but never promised eternal love either. So there was no surprise when he disappeared after learning about her pregnancy, leaving her behind to fend for herself and their daughter.

Edda moved to Iceland where she found a job at the SK consulate in Reykjavík. She quickly adapted to the life on the island, welcoming Ondine in a modest but warm and happy home. The little girl grew up joyfully, sharing her mother’s love for nature and animals. She loved to explore the city and its surroundings, always a pen and paper with her, spending hours drawing landscapes, buildings and even people.

As her artistic side developed, Ondine’s powers started to show themselves. There was no fear in the little girl as her mother had told her about her lineage and what was ahead of her. She accepted her gifts, cherishing them, letting them grow with her. Besides drawing, diving into the cold waters of Iceland and talking with all the marine creatures she could meet were the things she loved the most.

That’s when the dreams started.

Ondine never knew where they came from. Maybe they were sent by her father, maybe they travelled with the whales and orcas’s whispers but they were always the same. A young boy playing on a beach, swimming in the waves just like she was used to. She hoped he was real, that he was the brother she had always wished for so she decided she would find and take care of him.

As years passed, the young woman joined an art school and after graduating, worked in a fashion shop where she started to design and seam beautiful outfits, each one in relation with the sea and its inhabitants. Her talent and works soon started to be recognized worldwide and she joined the closed world of haute couture, creating for the biggest names, running around the world from shows to shows, earning enough money for her mother and her to now live comfortably.

But Ondine longed for her beloved Iceland and its sea, the creatures populating it and the boy she still dreamt about. She returned home, settling in a quiet existence far from the furor of the world. She dove everyday, listening to the rumors of the seas and oceans. Then, one day, a pod of orcas told her about a young man sharing her powers on the other side of the planet, in a place called Mount Phoenix where gods and their children could peacefully dwell.

With her mother’s blessings, Ondine packed her bags and made the long journey to Mount Phoenix where a future she didn’t think possible was awaiting her.

PANTHEON: Japanese CHILD OF: Ryūjin, Dragon God of the Sea POWERS:

Water manipulation (only small amounts).

Able to keep her breath underwater for very long periods of time.

Communication with sea creatures.

STRENGTHS:

Artistic senses: design, landscapes, portraits… She can draw or paint anything. She always has multiple pens and a drawing pad with her.

Patient.

Protective.

Loves every sea creatures but has an affinity for cetaceans.

Spoken languages: Korean, Icelandic, English, French.

WEAKNESSES:

Clumsy.

Has a tendency to loneliness. She prefers to spend time in the water than with people.

Worries easily about anything and often without reason.

Daydreams a lot.