#the blood curse

[babyspacebatclone]

For anyone who is questioning just how bizarre but dark Nikkiverse lore can be, I’m going to describe something that may seem initially just funny but if actually happened would be down right dystopian.

Imagine you’re responsible for the secret recipe for Coca-Cola. Now, obviously, factories know how to make Coke, but imagine they’re only legally allowed to do so because of the say of the person holding the piece of paper, and that happens to be you.

Now imagine a representative of Pepsi blatantly steals the recipe from you.

When confronted, the thief turns around and challenges you to a game of chess for the ownership of the recipe - knowing exactly how bad you happen to be at chess.

The morals of your society obligate you to accept this flagrantly unfair challenge. If you try to do anything else to get the recipe back after being challenged, you are the bad guy.

And the results of the challenge are legally binding: lose, and the thief legally owns the rights to the recipe; refuse and you’re undermining the entire basis of your society.

Your literal only chance is to find a chess prodigy to be willing to compete in your place, and be honest enough to return the recipe upon winning.

Oh, and it happens to be an open secret that the representative from Pepsi is part of a band of privateers under direct order from the King of Sweden.

Everyone in power knows this band of Swiss-backed privateers are running rampant around the world, but because they’re awesome at skill games they’re untouchable.

That’s the first quest of Love Nikki, with the main character being the prodigy.

It’s easy to forget how broken and hellish this system is when playing the game, because you’re The Special that becomes an expert at every possible challenge imaginable. But the game itself is never coy about how horrible it is that you’re morally obligated to accept blatantly unfair challenges solely due to the societal pressure advocating for Styling Challenges.

Screenshots from Love Nikki, demonstrating said quest, below cut.

All screenshots show two talking figures, with Nikki (a girl with pink hair) on Stage Left. The person on Stage right will be described or named.

Lunar: an elegant woman with purple hair in blue South East Asian inspired clothing.

Momo: Nikki’s friend, a small white cat-person in a yellow cloak and a smirk

Girl from Cloud Empire [Lunar]: Only a stylist with real talent could beat that thief and help recover my design.

Momo: The Cloud Empire is located east of Miraland. It is a wealthy nation resembling the ancient Tang Dynasty. Everyone dresses up in a flowing and traditional eastern style.

Lunar: I just made a design and came here to buy the necessary fabric, but an evil girl stole my drawing.

Mela: A blonde woman with one pink streak in her hair; she wears a black leather bustier and shorts combo with garters and fishnet stockings, and is highly sexualized.

Mela: Hey little miss, don't be naive. Do you know who you're messing with? Where did you get your courage from?

Mela: Hmmm! You should be honored that I chose your drawing as a target. How dare you call me a thief, I will make you guys pay for that!

Mela: Let's compete over sassy style if you dare!

Bobo: A cute brunette girl, wearing a frilly orange dress with green trim.

Mela: But remember. Making an enemy of the Iron Rose organization was a bad idea. You'll pay the price for your actions sooner or later!

Bobo: It has 10 designers of the highest level who were ordered by the Queen to go around and aquire top notch clothing designs by whatever means necessary...

Momo: [shocked] Meow! That's just daylight robbery!

[cruesuffix]

Trust me having a period feels like someone squeezing the life out of your body

oh trust me, i know.

im reminded of this fact every single month… and it’s especially bad when you already suspect you have low iron levels… i go through bottles of advil a day when im on the blood curse. still… lately i haven’t really had terrible times lately… but that’s probably because i actually can’t go six hours without an advil or the pain will get so bad i will puke over it. and that’s not even to mention the sucky ass pms symptoms i get a week before the whole thing. idk why im trying to prove i understand my fellow period havers pains but trust me, i totally understand. if i could i’d 1000% get rid of my uterus and be done with the whole thing. but i can’t so i have to suffer.

[silverjirachi]

I just saw your gluten post and tbh as tragic as losing bread(sincerely) would be, I also remember you posting a while back about how much you miss your younger selfs energy levels and how sad you are that you can't write the way you used to and I'm kind of happy that maybe you may have found out what may have been causing those problems and could soon be feeling better and happier with yourself

Thank you anon, I have very mixed feelings about it. On the one hand trying to change over my whole diet and eating habits after having grown up on bread and gluten products is scary and overwhelming, on the other hand, even after ~2 weeks of cutting gluten, I've noticed a big difference in my body and energy levels. I can go eat a meal now without feeling like I need to pass out for 3 hours afterward and also my insides feel a lot healthier now.

I think I have to start eating gluten again before I go get tested, which I don't really want to do considering I'm 90% certain gluten is what's doing this to my body, and knowing how it makes me feel, I don't want to have to do that to myself intentionally. Because it sucks. I felt so weak and sick after meals when I was eating gluten, and now that I'm eating gluten free it's hardly ever happened.

I wish there was like a lactose equivalent gluten pill, but alas, there is not. I'll just cheat sometimes and have a breadstick with dinner as a treat. As long as I have nowhere to be afterwards or the next day even.

[rhizomehaunt]

losing my mind not in a hot way but in a i'm a fey with a uterus lined with fibroids and pmdd is killing me in a blood curse way

[sleepyagent]

Genetical disposition

I come from a long line of people with something wrong with them

[mysteriouspersonrambles]

I am so FUCKING PISSED

The Blood Curse is FUCKING BACK!!!!

I’ve already suffered this month and you’re fucking telling me that it decided to just come back around early. I am SEETHING right now.

I just had to come back to right before Halloween the one holiday that I actually get to have fun with

When I find out who did this I am going to fucking GET THEM

[bamsara]

A 'post-trod' scenario where Narinder gets cursed after a slip up on a crusade (death erasure is no longer a permanent threat because of plot secrets I won't spoil :P )

The Lamb can't go get the necessary crystals to cure him so Kallamar is sent instead so Lambert can focus on keeping Nari from eating/attacking people

Dw he's not gonna eat the Lamb. unless😏

[tsibeyantiger]

I never fully realised how heartbreaking this "I choose the prophecy" thing is. Imagine you are Annabeth. Imagine you are fourteen and the boy you have a crush on since over a year just broke literally any rule, travelled across the whole country and held the dam sky to save you, and you hear him say: "I'm gonna die in two years, because otherwise this poor little boy would have to carry the burden of the prophecy and I can't let this happen."

Edit: I feel like y'all still aren't sobbing enough, so I'd also like to remind you that six months later, Annabeth goes into the labyrinth and gets the prophecy "and your love will face a fate worse than death".

[eliotbaum]

Another year, another Curse of Strahd secret santa! This time featuring Anastrasya Karelova 🩸

[la-sera]

Warning: Blood

Oops..

Hyrule is used to seeing wounds and blood but panics 1000 times more when he sees his own blood.

[ephemeral-gremlin]

i have fantastic news for you about how the previous games have typically gone

I think my ideal game would be something between Dark Souls and Infinity Nikki. I want to roam the dangerous crumbling remains of a decrepit society while also just being a cute girl and collecting flowers.

Also...

I think she could beat the shit out of him.

[canisalbus]

In the animal hospital I work at we often joke about “white dog syndrome” in which they appear to bleed more than they actually do because of how brightly it stains their coats, causing even minor venipuncture errors to look like murder scenes. We have to clean them more thoroughly than other dogs to avoid upsetting clients. It makes me think of Machete every time. He seems like someone who would actually have a bleeding disorder too. White Dog Syndrome 2: Catholic Boogaloo.

[cruesuffix]

Just be glad you didn’t end up Iike the character Carrie white

update: im about to pull a carrie white soon.

(off topic but i actually love that movie a lot, the og at least not the remakes and dumb sequels. it made me wish i had telekinesis myself.)

[piggycyberwarrior]

Summary: After Task Force 141 got a hint that you gave important information to their enemy- the boys do not hesitate to chain you up and give you a taste of hell. You on the other hand are innocent but they do not believe you

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Platonic Task Force 141! x Fem!Reader (Simon Ghost Riley x Reader) a/n: pretty proud of that ngl.. enjoy guys love you!

Warnings: uhm this whole fic is basically a warning. Torture; Blood; Mental Health; Angst angst angst not proof read

genre: ANGST

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part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

You thought you were going insane.

Maybe you already were, but it was no suprise- seeing the circumstances you were in. Arms stretched uncomfortably backwards and up- chains rubbing your wrists painfully raw. The stress position Soap put you in wasn't easy peasy lemonsqueezy.

Tears brimming in your eyes at the thought. You felt fucking betrayed. You were fucking betrayed, for gods sake! by your own team- the people you cried with- the people that you loved more than yourself- the people you called your family. That one man you took a bullet for.

Fuck all that bullshit.

Those were the same people that didn't believe you when things got rocky. When some pricks pointed their fingers at you- they immediately treated you as an enemy. The same people that chained you up. The same man that made you fucking blind on one eye

Everything was a lie, apparently.

The cell you were in was shady- you didn't expect something different- i mean you just served the military for many years and did everything for your country- of course you didn't deserve something more decent.

In the end you didn't care. Just waited.

When Gaz interrogated you- you kept your mouth shut. What should you do? Lie? Fuck no, you had so much self respect left, even in this dehumanizing situation.

of course your facade broke often times- you were only human after all. And it hurt- you were in this situation before- tortured by your enemies knowing that you would probably outlive them anyway as your team would rip them apart in a few days.

But now- being here- seeing how your 'friends'- your family- spat at you with nothing more than hate made you feel even more miserable- knowing, that no one will safe you this time.

You cried- having panick attacks deep into countless nights-being triggered by any small sound that wasn't coming from you or that rat in the corner of the room. Yelling at them- telling them that you didn't do shit. They didn't believe you.

Spiraling deep in your thoughts- shoulders sore and numb hands from the stress position- still tasting a faint trace of your own blood-

the sensory of the dried up blood on your cheek was uncomfortable at the beginning- cracking everytime you opened your mouth- but it quickly got kicked to the bottom of your worries as Price's wodden bat flew into your face yesterday- tooth flying onto the ground as you spat the crimson liquid at his feet- earning another strike from your Captain.

Your Saliva turning pink with the blood, sticking to your chin- slowly dripping down- having no free hand to wipe it off.

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You were here for about 1 and a half weeks now- how'd you know that? because you could hear the guards mutter something behind that steal door.

You shivered, suffering from hypothermia, a consequence of being almost naked in this shithole. Simon himself stripped you down- ignoring your pleas and protests.

Simon.

The man you did everything for, took a bullet for, cared for and slept with. He was the love of your life- or so you thought.

You were never scared of Simon. Since the first day you met him- you were kinda drawn to that giant of a man. Always spawning in his near with hearts in your eyes- Soap always made fun of you- but he found it cute neverthless, he could see that Simon didn't hate you.

You stitched him up- knew his fears (being a therapists daughter was quite a help for having deep convos), you knew of his past- even if it took you years to finally break his many iron walls down

You saw his face- kissed his scars and showered him with your time and love- giving him your all- even your body.

You weren't in a relationship- but everybody knew that Simon 'Ghost' Riley liked you. Even if you didn't tell anybody from the Force.

In the end it seemed not be enough, as the same man nearly strangled you to death down here. At first you were desperate, scared- but you stopped pleading a long time ago.

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heavy footsteps shook you out of your trance- spiraling thoughts stopping for a mere second as you looked into his stone cold eyes.

Balaklava on his scarred face- making you inhale sharply- heart throbbing at his sight. The black paint around his eyes made them pierce through the dark even more.

The same paint you applied more than once onto his unique face. he looked beautiful in your eyes. Even after everything that happened.

You're in here since a few nights.- Clothes starting to hang loosely around your body- having not eaten in days.

"Simon-" you croaked out- voice not cooperating as it should- making you tear up. When did everything turned out to be like that? This nightmare? You flinched a bit- chains clinking softly at your slight movement when he came towards you- still not speaking.

He stared. Stared at your weak frame. The dark hole you were chained into- being in a constant state of fear- Anxiety pulling and clawing at your nerves.

You gritted your teeth- looking to the side with a defeated huff. Tears prickling in your eyes once more- threatening to fall as he watched you like you were a kicked stray dog. Maybe you were in their eyes.

"I-" you croaked out once more "I didn't do it, Simon, i swear" you whispered into the dimmly lit room- Still not looking at him. "I swear to god Simon, I didn't.." you weeped in silence as he just looked "Fuck why should I betray you!!" you screamed in frustration at his figure- tears falling as he only left- leaving you in complete darkness- letting you cry to yourself till you eventually passed out.

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Not even two day passed before he bursted through the iron door again- the loud sound ripping you out of your unconsciousness before he angrily grabbed you by your collar- hate flickering in those eyes that once held nothing but adoration for you.

"You fuckin' liar" he seethed through gritted teeth- behind that mask. Pushing you into the wall behind you- your head knocking against the brick wall with such a force that made you wince.

You could feel his anger. And you felt the danger that radiated from the man you gave your heart to.

His hands coming up to press against your jugular with a firm grip- picking you up a few inches into the air- chains clinking again. "Y'think you hav' it in you to lie into my fuckin' face" he growled while pressing down harder- you could feel yourself getting more lightheaded- gasping for air- choking for oxygen.

"Plea' Simon" you begged inbetween small gasps- scared what he will do to you. Hands tied together, wiggling in his painful hold like a suffocating fish- legs kicking to get him away from you- it worked- you gasped, trying to get in as much air as you could while your built up saliva ran down your chin-

he let you go for a second before his fist collided with your face. Hard- knocking the air out of your lungs once more "Jus' tell us the truth" he huffed, before hitting again- at first it hurt and then it burned. Your nose cracked under his fists-

Making you see stars and breath heavily before he took the knife out you gifted him for his birthday. Both your names engraved in it-

"'t will be easier for you" he said before popping the knife out of its sheath. "No, Simon" you cried out- whilst seeing the blade. "You don't have to do this" you gasped as he came dangerously close.

"No,no,no!!" you protested as he teared down your clothing, leaving you in a bra and your underwear. Feeling helpless as he teared down your clothes- ignoring your protest. The coldness of the room let goosebumps arise on your skin almost immediately.

He was quiet. That wasn't a good sign. You waited- staring at him, pulling at your chains as he looked at the blade. Fist tightening as he saw the little heart that was engraved into the hilt. Betrayal flushed his senses as he pushed the knife into your upper leg- making you scream in return.

Twisting the knife- hearing your agony but not stopping- he quickly hit you into your left eye socket with the hilt of the knife to shut you up. he didn't want to hear your screams.

Even if he didn't wanted to admit it- he was also teared apart- but his need to let his anger out was stronger - all the time he spent with a fucking liar- gave you his fucked up heart. All for you to be a fucking snake- a traitor.

He had to do his job- protect his family.

Another jab to the eye- hearing your muffled cries echo across the room- making you see red- the burning sensation was an ugly one. You couldn't see on that eye anymore.

"I fuckin' wish I could just kill you" he seethed before leaving you there in the dark- all beat up and bloody- head throbbing and surely a broken nose- making it hard to breath.

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You waited since then. Waiting for death to come. Waiting for Ghost to end it- but of course he never came back since then. Your wounds were starting to inflame- everything hurt and burned. Your eye swelling almost shut.

They all tortured you. Johnny, Kyle, John and Simon.

But they forgot something important. You were known for being patient. A fucking patient and stubborn woman. You waited. Yes you sometimes protested, and kicked and screamed and insulted them- but you neverthless waited for the day.

The day they finally see that they wronged an innocent. The day you would hurt them. Seek revenge.

Fucking. Revenge.

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[leal-hound]

dead soul, dead body - thou hast killed thy siblings before, but canst thou destroy the face of thine favored brother, Kindly Miquella?

[nonetoon]

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