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...Turns out gay sex actually was the solution.
(This is basically a redraw, come read the real deal over at Tiger Tiger)
#tiger tiger#jamis arlesi#arno#I like to think Arno meant that as an inside thought but it came out as an outside thought. He's rolling with it though.#He did cause a Catastrophic Yaoi event though.#Jamis my beloved. You have the heart of a maiden. The body of an Ox. The brain of a loyal dog.#This is a guy who's okay being attracted to another man but *NOT* aware he's in love or that he's bisexual.#We love him for this. My god. This man is crafted so perfectly. I need you all to at least give Tigers a chance for *him*.#I'm tricking you a little bit because you will actually also fall for Ludo and Luck and Remy and Honeyfoot and-#okay you get the point. There are so many amazing characters in this comic.#I just.. my joke comic of 'gay sex is the solution' feels so ominous now knowing a few weeks later that was going to be canon.#I feel like a jester and a prophet. I don't know if I should tell anymore jokes in fear of what I may predict.#I am putting my hands together for Ludo to get a good smooch in with [redacted] in dragon form.#Also predicting something very spooky is going to go down with the diving bell. We shall see!
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Event tickets in sky were never going to work anyway.
It's way too good to be true; a currency that cannot be transferred across events or into candles/hearts for the sole purpose of making event cosmetics easier to obtain, that is collected by participating in the event itself? Thats already fishy enough by tgc's standards.
Thatgamecompany has a habit of making short term solutions for long term problems because of the sheer amount of content they make yearly, leaving less room to optimize regular gameplay. ET has probably been the most apparent example of this. (MAAAAJOR YAP SESSION AHEAD!)
When event tickets were first released, I was ecstatic. I was already struggling to keep up with Days of Bloom and Mischief since I have taken many breaks from sky, but I couldn't begin to fathom how the prices may feel to a new player. I also hated picking and choosing between what items to buy simply because i didn't dedicate the past two weeks so candlerunning alone. Hopefully this new addition of ET would take off that load and i can enjoy the following events to it's fullest, and well, I did.
For the first year that is. These cosmetics that costed ET were damn near free for me. Yet, in the back of my head i always wondered what would happen the following year once these ET cosmetics came back, alongside the new ones that were to be released. Would they cost just as much ET as last year's items? Then collecting ET would only get more stressful and inflate its value. Would the past items go away? That is unfair to new players and pushes FOMO to get everything every year.
Maybe the total price could stay the same but older items depreciate each year as newer ones release, making the oldest ones the cheapest.
And to my great surprise as i look at beta logs for this year's days of summer, not a single item from the year before is under 90 candles! How could this possibly be fair to new players who are trying to enjoy sky for what it is and get items? I've seen some people argue that the player has the choice to not get all cosmetics, which is true, but I'd like to show you what thought process is implied with this system. Think:
"We know you don't fully know your way around sky's economy, or don't have the time to grind everyday, but for this year only these new items are free just by participating in the event! And if you don't, for any reason, the price of the items will be worth 3-6 hours of candlerunning on top of MORE cosmetics! But it's all up to you!"
This isn't to say us as a playerbase have zero autonomy, but i hope you can see how FOMO is enforced when you add a currency with zero value outside of an annual 2 week event that gives players a "now or never" mindset. This is great in the moment, it pushes people to participate! Yet, this ruthlessly punishes players who aren't available for any reason, even those who weren't aware of sky before joining.
Sky is still a new game. Event tickets were only introduced a year ago, but if tgc keeps going down this economic pattern then imagine the amount of cosmetics locked away from new players, or players who took breaks, because of this exponential increase in pricing!
This is a more subjective opinion- but let me be honest; these cosmetics are not worth their candle/heart prices.
I was lucky enough to get all the days of style and days of summer items from last year for ET and i barely wore them, i can only imagine ONE item from each event being rewearable. I didn't mind though because i knew the towel capes and silly glasses were nice starter items for moths, but it's not even moth friendly anymore?! In the past only items that were in high demand were priced outrageously like rhythm and lightseeker TS, and now I'm spending extra for a purple top hat that doesn't even match any of the other purples in this game☠️☠️ you're getting less bang for your buck with a 110 candle towel cape bro
And lastly, there are other issues I've seen in sky that i would say are parallel to this whole event ticket situation. The time gaps between seasons have grown significantly smaller, and each seasonal update has been saturated with glitches and disappointment. Season of the Nine-Colored Deer is another very apparent example of this for me. The castle and crescent lake is done beautifully and the quests are decent, but no one is returning to the area. The rest of the town is empty and awkward, and half the map is in a canyon where you spawn so it's already a good 2-3 minutes getting out of that area alone. The place is just rushed. Its inconvenient.
Ill be posting a poll right after this post, but me personally i would not mind having 3 seasons a year if it meant higher quality content and more breaks from events. More spirits that are well thought out, detailed seasonal quests that arent cleanups or scavenger hunts, less quantity but higher quality cosmetics and emotes, and elder appearances! It's clear that tgc has a more complex world design outside of Sky: cotl when we look at The Two Embers, but that the energy it takes to make it in game is placed elsewhere.
Thatgamecompany is pushing out more content than they ever have before and I think their work is starting to crumble under the weight.
If you made it here THANK YOU!!! you're a lifesaver, theres so much that i want to say and i really hope a lot of skids see this post so that we can get a cohesive discussion going❤️
#thatgamecompany#sky cotl#sky children of the light#sky lore#skyfest#skyblr#days of color#days of summer#season of duets#season of rhythm#sky cotl events#sky cotl alef#troupe juggler#fire prophet#ascended candles
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ok but irl when glenn got stuck in the parking garage and was having his thing he said that he called rob after to debrief about it. rob immediately was like “i know this story because he called me to tell me right after it all happened :)” sooooo…. since the plot of dtamhd is based on that… then…………..
#probably won’t follow the exact events this exact buuuuut yeah anyways#i make nothing but false predictions#a real false prophet#iasip#macdennis#to be fair this a an exaggerated retelling of what the said
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I wonder what Velen is up to these days...
#world of warcraft#anduin wrynn#prophet velen#Anduin visits and tells him all about his shitty time in the afterlife#'youll never guess what kinda of bullshit happened to me'#OH BUT SERIOUSLY LISTEN#Knowing how the events of Legion changed Velen's stance on the idea of destiny#and how Shadowlands has altered Anduin's idea of his own destiny#I think they have much they could catch up on#Their views of the world has changed greatly since they last spent time together#annndd prehaps their view of the Light
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Snippet Sunday VIII
I think it's the eighth Sunday...? Maybe maybe! Here's some prophet story I wrote freshly for you (yes, you!)
A hand raised to his chest, trying to find the mutilation that had forced his ribs to poke out like ageing farmhouse fencing. His skin was sealed, unblemished under his fingers; sticky from his blood, but otherwise untouched. An identical inspection around his throat found the same. No hole for pathetic, fleshy pleas to wheeze through. All fixed. All perfect.
“You saved me,” he finally whispered, eyes wide and awed. “You – you didn’t have to, but you…?”
The Blight – previously quiet, considerate, letting him get to terms with the gift of his life – curled in his head, content. You’ve done me well, it said simply. I don’t want to lose you yet.
He probed carefully at his skull, hair sliding between his fingers. He could see where shards of his skull had been ejected, pick them up and inspect them, but he found no hollows in his head, no blemishes. “Thank you,” he said softly. “I… thank you.”
Your brother is almost here.
Cain blinked, the brief memory of something – a squirrel? – flashing through his mind, before he shook it away, focused. “We should go, then,” he said, starting to stand. The ground glimmered. His surroundings groaned and sobbed, the forgotten guards whimpering and wheezing, the fury surrendering them to shock and agony. “To Body?”
It hesitated. As he started to walk past a pair of guards, one pinned down by the other, bloodied and bruised, it drew his attention down to the ground, to a discarded knife next to the freed, fighting pair. See if you can slow him down, it suggested idly.
#snippet sunday#writerblr#writing#am writing#my writing#original writing#spilled ink#prophet story#this is really a direct follow-on from last week#same chapter and all that#pov: your quasi god wants you to fight your brother but you love him too much to do that#so you're just gonna knife the tire of the van he's riding around in instead#(good plan!)#I get to write the temple bit soon. I am very excited for the temple bit soon#also fun fact! We now have an? Almost complete stretch of events!!!#pre-sea to sky!!! That's uh#9 chapters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#wowowowowowoowww!!!#now that sky has been destroyed we get to get to the Personal gods wahoo#first up will be body and it will be fun#but who knows when I'll actually write it oops#this week could have writing time but I also have an essay to write about raptor conservation in the UK so we'll have to see#have a good week :)
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We cut from Cas and Jody to the exterior of Jody's house. A phone vibrates
The phone continues as we move through the kitchen, a case of beer on the counter by the window
Looks like the noise from Castiel's phone woke up someone.
Why, its Alex Jones! (as a pony) She must have had a late shift last night.
She answers the phone, it is Sam calling, he relays a message to her to pass to Cas, 'Let Cas know we made it to Garth's place.' That's the main thing to note from this conversation we see one side of.
Alex says a few words, some less polite which is to be expected at this early hour, so Sam thanks her and mentions passing along a 'Hello' to the others (Claire, Jody, Jack) for him. Sam hangs up the phone and turns the engine of the car off. He turns around-
-and tells Dean to get up. Looks like Dean had a rough night and wanted to get a bit more sleep before trudging through research with Garth today.
Weary, but glad to have made it to Garth's in relatively good time, Sam unloads his saddle pack with his road gear and clothes, and some books from the library that may be helpful for identifying the monster Garth has been tracking. Dean is not awake enough for this. However, Garth and Bess certainly are as they greet the brothers eagerly.
The werewolf ponies have more dog like tails and fangs, and bright welcoming smiles. A stark contrast to the burly hunters that just arrived. Three curious faces are in the window, it is Gertie, Sam, and Castiel, Bess and Garth's kids. It had been some time since the Winchesters last saw them, but they seem well.
Inside the main entrance, Bess escorts Sam and Dean to Garth's hunting office where the three will run over the case and what they know for certain. Sam and Dean believe it may be a non-native monster, something that hitched a ride and is becoming a problem to local wildlife and people. They are planning on staying a couple days before driving the twelve hours back to the bunker, so Bess and Garth set up the guest room for them to rest between scrambling over lore and the actual hunt.
Bess comments on the last time they saw each other, when the Winchesters were out of luck. The Chuck situation was messy, and in the supernatural in my head a lot of minor things got rewritten which changed the outcomes and some development to make things make sense but I'm not getting into that. All you need to know is that Chuck is not god anymore and they are alive. Dean has accepted his fate of being hugged by Garth (the strength of whom he will never get used to)
(part five btw)
#mlpnatural#spn#supernatural#mlp#sketch#supernatural with ponies#supernatural characters as ponies#sketch artist#dean winchester#sam winchester#alex jones#alex jones supernatural#pony sam winchester#pony dean winchester#garth fitzgerald iv#pony garth fitzgerald iv#bess supernatural#I forgot to post these for a while lmao I have more pages to finish and post bc its getting into the lore and I LOVE THE LORE RAAAHH#ponies#i cannot explain the spn in my head and what i changed or why#all i know is that some stuff happens a little differently and god chuck and prophet chuck are two different beings#and the leviathan didnt do the sam and dean murder spree with their faces#victor henriksen is alive and well#billie is not secretly plotting to use Jack Bomb to become god#whenever i want a character to be alive but isnt relevant they are in witness protection (australia)#i dont like changing much about canon but at the same time yes i do#amelia was not real#dean misremembers some hunts or events/it didnt happen like that: see dean feeling guilty about cas not escaping purgatory with him#so he makes it his fault#somethings were manipulated via ghostfacer effect for an audience/god chuck
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i had a dream the newest proseka event was abt kohane coming out as a trans man
#also it was a lim event so he could have short hair#and now im only going to be referring to him w he/him pronouns it was prophetic im convince#project sekai#proseka#prsk#pjsk#kohane azusawa#azusawa kohane#vivid bad squad#vbs#vivibasu
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Alex's gardening arc interupted too soon :( poor one out for him
he does not approve of this change in events adkfkfkgh
#wanted to doodle somethin real quick lol#yes ill take any excuse to put purble on him XD#doodles#fl event#prophet's fl nonsense#bruises cw#oc: alex#fallen london
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Crush
A story about the End of the Wild West; or, the Prophet sees two trains explode on his one-hundred-and-fourth birthday.
(Aka my Activity 1 for the @dollarstrilogyevent that I got way too into hahahaha)
By his own reckoning, Prophet was one-hundred and four years old as of that September in 1896. Perhaps unsurprisingly he had lost most of his hearing, but his vision was still good. He saw the door of his shack swing open, and he struggled to sit up in bed. “I've already found Jesus and I'm not buying anything!”
The face that poked around the door belonged to Fluke Dudley, a young man who worked on the ranch that had sprung up next door. He was just about the only one who visited him anymore. “It's me, Prophet,” he said. “I w- - - - - to - - - - you- -”
“Speak up, boy!”
“I SAID THERE'S SOMEWHERE I'D LIKE TO TAKE YOU TODAY!”
“What? Where's that, then?”
“IT'S A SURPRISE!” Fluke scratched his nose and grinned. “For your birthday. You'll like it, sir, I promise.”
Prophet grumbled but allowed Fluke to lift him into the rickety wheelchair that sat beside his bed. “Don't need remindin’ about no birthday,” he said. “I've had about ten too many of ‘em, I reckon. Wish someone had put me out of my misery back when the goddamn good-for-nothing trains took my hearing!”
“Oh, don't talk like that.”
“I'm a hundred and four years old, I'll talk however I damn well please!”
Fluke rolled him out of the shack, towards one of the ranch's small one-horse wagons. He lifted the old man up onto the seat and stowed the chair in the bed, then jumped up and flicked the reins.
Prophet squinted at the scenery as they rolled slowly alongside the train tracks. “I used to get visits from all sorts of people, you know,” he said. “I used to know everything about everybody in these parts. They'd come from miles around to see me. To get their information.”
Fluke nodded. He'd heard this story before.
“Lawmen, outlaws, drifters,” Prophet continued. “Bounty killers. I've seen them all. But they just don't make men like that anymore. I tell you, boy, things have got too civilized around here.”
“ - - - - ”
“What?”
“I SAID YOU'RE RIGHT!”
“Damn sure I'm right.” Prophet leaned over the side of the wagon to glare down at the tracks. “It's all the fault of those trains! They take all the civilized folk from out east, load ‘em up into their carriage cars with the lacy curtains and little fruity drink trolleys, and send ‘em out here. And soon enough there's so much civilization around a man can't hardly be himself anymore.”
Prophet leaned back and went silent for a while. “I wonder how many of those young men who used to come and see me are still alive,” he said. “They strung up Willie Foster last year, I know that. And Kid Frasier fell off his hoss. That old marshal Colby… whatever happened to him?”
“He got killed in a shootout, you said.”
“Right, right. Davey and Red Kelly done it, and then they run off to Mexico.” He blinked as another wagon passed by them. It was loaded up with people, chatting and laughing. He lost his thought for a moment, then picked it back up again. “Angel Eyes… he's long gone. That retired colonel went back to North Carolina. Now what was that young buck's name… Manco. Fell off the face of the earth, far as I can remember. And worst of all, poor old Cheyenne…”
“Shot in the gut by the president of the railroad company,” Fluke muttered.
“...shot in the gut by the president of the railroad company! Did you ever hear of a worse way to go?!” Prophet sighed. “Somehow I outlived them all. Now I'm the last of a dyin’ breed. They just don't make men like us anymore.”
“No sir,” Fluke said. There were more wagons around now, and people walking along the tracks, too. They all seemed to be going in the same direction. Fluke tipped his hat as they passed by a group of ladies holding parasols.
Prophet looked at him skeptically. “Where exactly are you taking me? There sure are a lot of other people headed this way.”
“You'll find out soon,” Fluke said. “We're almost there.”
“There’s nothin’ wrong with my hair!”
“I SAID WE'RE ALMOST THERE!”
As they kept riding the crowd really started to thicken. They passed by lemonade stands and carnival games, a grandstand with a band, even a circus tent. “Just this once I'm glad I'm deaf,” Prophet muttered. “Who's runnin’ a goddamn county fair along the train tracks?”
Fluke slowly drew the wagon to a stop and pointed up at a large banner that had been hoisted next to a section of the track. It read ‘Crush, Texas. Est. September 15, 1896.’
“The railroad company's putting on a demonstration,” Fluke said, raising his voice even more than usual over the sound of the crowd. “They're gonna take two old steam engines, run ‘em as fast as they can, and crash ‘em right into each other!” He beamed with pride. “How do you like that for a birthday present, sir? You and me are gonna watch two trains smash each other to smithereens!”
Prophet blinked. “...What? The railroad company’s gonna smash their own trains?” he said, puzzled. “What for?”
“They're old engines, I guess,” Fluke said. “No use for ‘em anymore.”
“So they're crashing them? What, with all these people around?”
“It's supposed to be very safe. No chance of the boilers exploding or anything, that's what the man from the railroad said.”
Prophet went quiet for a while. Fluke felt his own excitement start to deflate. He'd been so sure the old man would love to see this. All he ever talked about was how much he hated trains! The whole affair seemed perfectly designed with him in mind. But he didn't look excited. In fact, he seemed a little… sad.
“The railroad company…” he muttered. “Making a whole damn spectacle out of busting up some old trains that aren't good for nothing anymore. And it's perfectly safe. ‘Course it is.”
A ripple of excitement went through the crowd; rumbling could be heard in the distance. Fluke slouched on the bench of the wagon. “...I'm sorry, Prophet. I thought for sure you'd like to see it.”
“Oh, don't look so damn mopey, boy,” Prophet said, gently. “Old bastards like me can't ever be satisfied with nothin’, that's all.”
They sat there in silence for a while. Fluke listened to the rumbling while Prophet watched two black dots appear on either end of the horizon and grow steadily closer.
Eventually the rumbling grew to a roar, and an anticipatory hush fell over the crowd. The ground began to shake. The trains were close enough to their destined meeting place now that Prophet could make out the shape of the engine cars, could see the smoke billowing from their antiquated stacks. For the first time in his life, the sight of the damn things didn't fill him entirely with hatred. They were being put out to pasture, just like him. To make way for newer, better trains. And when it happened it would be a perfectly-designed show, perfectly safe. Perfectly civilized.
The two trains met right beneath the banner. There was a mighty crash, so loud that even Prophet could hear it, and the sound of splintering wood. Then, a moment of total silence.
When the explosion began, time seemed to slow for Prophet. He could see a bright orange light well up within each of the smashed engines, then blossom into two beautiful balls of flame. The light danced in his eyes, and he smiled with glee. The boilers of the old engines had blown up after all. The sight of it was breathtaking.
All this took place within less than a second. As the fire billowed outwards, the force of the explosion sent millions of pieces of metallic debris straight into the gathered crowd. Prophet grinned with ecstasy and thought about how awful this was going to be for the railroad company. Oh, they were going to have hell to pay for this. It was a fiasco. Maybe it would even drive them out of business...! Of all the ways for a man like him to go, this was a fine one. He was grateful the boy had brought him out here, after all.
The explosion nearly knocked Fluke from the wagon, and he felt a stinging pain in his forearms as he shielded his face. It was all over in only a moment. He could hear groans and shouts from the crowd as he slowly regained his senses. He looked down at his arms; he'd been hit by some shrapnel, but not badly.
He turned quickly towards Prophet, then froze. The old man lay flopped backwards over the wagon bench, unmoving.
A metal bolt had gone straight into his forehead. Even so, there was a satisfied smile on his face.
#based on real historical events btw#man it seems like we're all getting into the feels for this first prompt :')#for a few dollars more#prophet#trains#dollarsfandomevent#fan fiction
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LET’S GO FULL ACE ATTORNEY!!!
#it’s been event after event with these#my text#cookie run#cookie run ovenbreak#cappuccino cookie#langue de chat cookie#rougefort cookie#phantom bleu#black garlic cookie#chestnut cookie#prophet cookie#cotton candy cookie#walnut cookie#almond cookie
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Oh, London...
Once again, awe-inspiring, in scope and terror and in how much I will be thinking about this for the rest of the week
But also
#fallen london#if i don't scroll down my dash and see a post from prophet about fires-#gjkeWEAFGRSKAELFK#man man man man man!!!!#this event was. ballin#really REALLY managed to capture everything I felt about the GCO#BUT was much better balanced on time#i think with the rewards. i can finally upconvert to master's blood now#i think Leigh can finally get it#oh MAN#that's been his GRIND for a few months now...............
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My contribution to Arrival Celebration ✨
#enderal#vynblr#enderal forgotten stories#my art#prophet#in RED#ok ok malphas bless us#arrival celebration event#arrival#enderal arrival
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Day 5: "I can't take this anymore."
T/W: Disturbing visions, violence, implied harm or death, vivid sensory descriptions, implied SA (in a vision), pushed to breaking point, ladywhump, superheroes, 'can't-save-everyone'.
@ailesswhumptober A/N: As much as I love medical whump and lab whump, I decided to try different styles and situations as well so it wasn't as repetitive and some prompts are more fitting for that sort of whump than others, so rest assured there will be more med/lab whump to come later in the month! ^^ Thank you so much for all of your support and follows so far it truly means a lot ^^ xx
They say that Allah will never give us more than we can bear. That he will never burden us with more than he knows we can physically take. I have never questioned that myself. He gave me this gift for a purpose — and it is my duty to use it to the very best of my ability as one of the city's sidekicks, to do good for others, as he would want. That's what I tell myself every day — no matter what kind of strain it puts on me, Allah knows I can take it.
"Take your time, alright? We have a lot to get through today."
I read Liam's lips carefully, fiddling with my hearing aids to be sure that I understood everything correctly.
Take my time he says, but every second counts...
Slowly, I step up to the tables in front of me, silently adjusting my hijab. On top of them are various items found from the latest missing person investigations. Their nature varies from stray articles of clothing to a small plush rabbit. Each of them are no doubt precious or related to someone — some poor missing soul in need of our help.
And I have the chance to save them.
Drawing in a breath, I reach out for the first item — a yellow silk scarf. Closing my hands over it, I close my eyes — and allow my prophetical Third Eye to naturally activate. I focus fully on the scarf, on the soft sensation in my hands, on the sweet floral perfume scent of its wearer. The aroma fills my nostrils, joined by—
Aftershave. Strong overpowering aftershave. The scent makes me gag as it constricts my throat. A man hovers over me. Forties. Tanned. Brunette. I take in every feature. I have to remember it, as if my life depends on it. Terror suddenly rushes through me. I feel my heart pounding in my chest. The cool air brushes across my exposed skin. His rough hands grab at my face, tilting it back. He sneers at me. I can see his lips moving, but I cannot hear the words. No sounds at all. I don't need them to know what will happen next—
"Dua?"
N-no, NO—!
Gasping, my hands tear up the next item in my desperation to escape — a small leather wallet. The scenes morphs around me—
"Dua, what is it? What's going on?"
The mattress creaks. He's sitting up, grabbing at my shirt. He tears it open down the middle, exposing my abs. His hands mercilessly invade me, before slowly reaching for his belt. I try to kick, but my feet are tied. I've never been so scared in life. His pants come off—
"Dua!"
I'm barely aware of the tears running down my cheeks as I frantically grab onto the next item—
Cold. Icy cold. My muscles are locked, frozen. Everything ripples and shimmers around me. Every move is too much. Water rushes into my lungs. I'm so cold, so cold — I should have listened to Mom—!
"I-I'm sorry...!"
A sob slips free. I almost knock the table over as I grab onto the furry bunny—
Cigarette smoke. It’s him. He's coming. He's going to keep hurting me. No matter how much I plead. The pain hurts so much. Why won’t he stop hitting me? W-was I a bad boy? Oh God, send me an angel to—!
The smells. The sights. The sensations. The pain. The terror—
The next one—
Scattered leaves. Hooded figures. Blood sticking to my hands. Sharp chemical fumes—
It's too much—
Red soaking into my shirt. Multiple boxes. A distant warehouse. Blindingly bright lights. A raised shining blade—
"Dua!"
T-too much!
The next—
Smoke. Thick pungent smoke filling the air. A stronger scent accompanies it. Petrol. Fumes. It's suffocating. Can’t breathe — can’t BREATHE!
"Hnnk!”
"Dua — Mark, get her away from there—!"
Pain erupting through my body. Flames licking my limbs. The nauseating stench of burning flesh. Coarse material biting into my wrists with every struggle. Scorching fire engulfing me. Can't move — can't MOVE—!
A scream rips free from my throat.
I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die—
"DUA!"
Hands grab onto me, yanking me away from the table. I kick and thrash against them, shrieking. My forehead sears with agony. Everything blends into one darkening haze. The scents linger in my nostrils, making me choke. Tears seep down my cheeks. I pant and gasp for breath, half-sobbing.
"N-no more...n-n-no more..."
I’m barely able to get the words out, gulping.
"Dua, look at me."
Liam's blurred face hovers in front of me. Concern creases his features. "You're safe. We've got you."
I can’t answer him, staring vacantly ahead, trapped in the nightmare of visions. as my knees quiver. "Do you want one of us to step out with you before you try again?”
For the first time since I can remember — I give in with a pitiful sob.
"I...I-I can't take this anymore. I-I'm...sor...ry..."
With that reluctant murmur of defeat, I surrender to the darkness.
#whumptober 2024#whumptober#ailesswhumptober2024#whump prompt#whump event#crying#oc whump#fic#banner by cafekitsune#superpowers#superheroes#dua rasheed#islamic superhero#prophet#visions#I can't save everyone#Third Eye
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Who wants to hear about my hatchetfield au where Linda Monroe becomes a Prophet for Nibbly instead of Wiggly
Edit: I've made a post about the au! You can find it here:
#starkid#hatchetfield#nibbly#wiggly#linda monroe#black friday#honey queen#nightmare time#it kinda mixes the events of black friday and honey queen#i meam technically shes still a prophet for wiggly just temporarily#nibblenephim#wiggog y'wrath
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A pastor married to a porn star and they met at a bible school. She's still in porn while co-pastoring. He isn't a real pastor.
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