#there are no actual horrors described dw

[floufli]

Sylus fic cooking

Chap 1 of a Sylus fic coming maybe today or the day after. It's honestly an introduction chapter that takes up where the Sylus's branch stops . Chap 1 is just to introduce yall to how i will write the mc and sylus, like nothing happens in 4.6k words and that's quite impressive in itself.

I have no clue where it's going, I may rewrite or modify it later i just post it on ao3 and here to push myself to actually write the thing but it never works so hopes and prayers ppl.

I have a vague idea of the plot and things in this but know I'll be heavily using the 'demonic' form of Sylus and the theories behind it and how it links to mc.

I'll also have some 'body horror' themes that could potentially happen like heavy violence, detailed descriptions of heavy wounds and organs. But not more than twice I think.

Like this fic of Vinfea that made me wonder if a spy was in my head but fr read it it's good.

It's not exactly the same vibe but it's close to how I like to describe it.

Of course smut, like it's one of the thing to unlock the damn plot. Sexual tension babeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyhh

I'm tired of this subby fandom so MC took control of my fingers and became sassy af , dw I'll make it work. SO you guessed it I'll try and keep everyone in character but no way I'm making Sylus dom all the time, maybe once if he's lucky and MC allows it. He can still be himself but in the bedroom nuh uh .

MC have balls and she will not give up control easily !!!!!!!

Proofreading that badboi rn because English isn't my first language and I fear my grammar is still non-existent.

Edit: fic has cooked

[reasonandempathy]

How do you overlook/downplay the atrocities and breach of human rights in communist countries?

Can you please name all the huge, systemic atrocities committed by capitalist, developed nations? A few potential arguments would be homelessness/healthcare not being a human right, both of which don't even compare to the brutality seen even in the 'best' communist regimes.

Not a communist.

Have you...seen...US History or US Foreign Policy?

"Yes, millions of people were bought transferred, and sold as livestock to ensure a cheap working class that benefited rich capitalists across Europe and the Americas, forming significant portions of international wealth and economic practice, both in agriculture unskilled labor, but that's not capitalism."

"Yes, the largest companies across the U.S. had internal police and security, forced employees to move to towns they controlled, and killed union leaders who tried to organize against them, leading to what is commonly referred to as 'Almost America's 2nd Civil War', but that's not connected to the underlying economic and political power dynamics of a capitalist system."

"I mean, yeah, the US killed millions of people directly in the Korean and Vietnam wars as explicitly capitalist, anti-communist actions, and sponsored/installed military juntas and dictatorships all across South and Middle America and across the Middle East and SE Asia to ensure private companies could always make a profit and an international capitalist system thrived, but that's not the same."

That's just one Capitalist, Developed Nation. And even internally we've got endless "those Native Americans have gold/food/arable land under their feet. Time for another genocide."

Then you have the DE India and DW India trading corporations, the British Empire (including Irish Occupation and the Irish Genocide and the Troubles), you've got the German Congo genocides, South Africa, the actual literal ongoing genocide in Ghaza.

And before any rebuttal of "those nations weren't developed when they did that!", neither were Russia nor China when the main thrusts of their horror stories happened. Those genocides and abuses that people fall back to describing (Holodomor, the Great Leap Forward, etc.) were their fucked up and wrong attempts to develop their countries. If we're exempting Capitalist systems their atrocities because "they weren't developed yet" then we need to do the same to communist countries/systems as well.

[s1m0nth3swag]

Lockwood & Co. - Lockwood & Co / GN!Reader

Summary: The Agency Lockwood & Co decide to watch horror movies as group bonding activity.

Pronouns used for Reader: They/Them

Notes: George, Lucy and Reader are friends; Reader is implied to have a crush on Lockwood though nothing too romantic happens; Lockwood also somewhat has a crush on reader which is described a little more; fluff with some descriptions of horror and gore; Reader and George are used to horror while Lockwood any Lucy think it's weird they like it

Authors Notes: I just watched Smile and honestly this is just a description of how I think the different Lockwood & Co characters would react to horror movies. I personally absolutely adore them (and this might be a little bit more of a description of Smile and my personal favourite movie, A cure for wellness, but dw about that) so I wanted to put the characters into the same position. Also this is a little short, sorry for that whoops

It had taken you some time to get the others in on your idea. A horror movie night, of course only as bonding experience and totally not because you wanted to freak Lucy and Lockwood out with your taste in cinematic media. George had immediately been in on the idea, he loved horror just as much as you did, though he was the type to overanalyze and tell the main character what to do, while you rather yelled at them for being a stupid idiot. You knew Lucy and Lockwood both disliked horror. 'We have horror every day, why would I watch that.' was Lucy's excuse, Lockwood simply shrugged and didn't get on the topic again. Sometimes you teased him that he was just scared, by the look on his face every time you joked about it you'd almost think you were right.

Yet now, after days of slight manipulation, the four of you were neatly sat on the couch while you started with some lighter movies - in your opinion at least. Nothing too gory, nothing too crazy. You and George were even able to laugh at how idiotic some scenes were - old school horror movies was always a good start into nights like these. Lucy loudly exclaimed she was more than disgusted by the scenes of blood spill and the usual amount of stabbing, Lockwood on the other hand kept quiet, staring at the screen with a blank expression. »I think they're ready, don't you, my horrendous friend?« George spoke after you lot had finished the second movie. »Ready for what?« Lucy asked, her voice wavering slightly. She seemed concerned, and heaven knew she should be. »You think? Lucy looks like she's about to pass out and Lockwood hasn't said anything the entire time, maybe we should just go to bed–« You started, now worrying about your friends wellbeing, as well as the fact that neither of you all could actually take another late night. »Oh come on, hit us with it so we get it over with.« Lockwood interrupted you, sighing loudly and shifting in his seat ever so slightly. He seemed annoyed, almost as if he couldn't stand this entire conversation. You shrugged. »If that's what the boss wants. Sure.« You moved swiftly to put in the DVD.

Lucy had to leave the movie halfway through. Even George seemed somewhat put off by how it played out. You were the only one in the room that had already watched the movie before. It was one of your favourites, a horror movie that had actually succeeded in making you want to turn it off with how god-awful it was. Not in the bad production way though, in the oh fuck what am I even watching kind of way. Lockwood still seemed unfazed, but that was natural Lockwood fashion, by the way he sat and clenched his fist you knew he was on edge. He only had that look whenever something disgusted and frightened him deeply, like that one time he beat Lucy in Monopoly and she freaked out on him saying she'd quit her job. You were just waiting for a particular scene to play out. The one scene that almost made you hide behind your pillow like a little kid watching horror for the first time.

»I think I'm gonna throw up.« Lucy was stood in the doorway, half watching the movie, half watching the way you bounced up and down like a kid. The scene was brutal, with way too many tubes down throats and way too many eels in human bodies for her taste, so she tried her best not to watch. The sounds alone made the hair on her neck stand up. Lucy could see the way you clinged onto Lockwoods arm – who was still unmoving and actually looked like he was about to fall asleep – repeatedly glancing over at the taller boy to make sure he was still watching. »Good job Luce, you just ruined my popcorn for me with an image of you throwing up.« George sighed, completely oblivious to what was going on right beside him. He had hoarded all the snacks – he seemed to be stress eating – and stared at the screen like his eyes were glued to it. Lucy would never understand how he could like watching people get torn to shreds. She once saw him watch some other movie, you beside him, and he was rambling on about how the Main character would've escaped getting their foot sawn off. Like it was the most normal thing to talk about that! She shook her head, the images of the movies still visible behind her closed eyes. Yup, Lucy Joan Carlyle was getting no sleep tonight whatsoever. »You know where the toilet is Luce.« You mumbled, way too lost in the movie and the way Lockwood batted his eyes whenever something happened on screen. She groaned. »Lockwood, the two don't get it. George is snacking away like he'll die if he doesn't and they haven't let go of you for five minutes since that awful movie started, please get the two to stop this.« Lucy begged. The walls were thin inside the house and with the volume the three of you were watching she was able to hear every fucking thing up in the attic. She wasn't able to sleep anyway but it would be at least nice to have some quiet. George snorted, knocking off some popcorn and effectively throwing it on the ground – Lucy would remind him the next day to clean up. »At least I wasn't too much of a pussy to run out before the actual horror Part started Luce.« He grumbled, slightly glaring at the girl before looking back at the TV screen. You just sighed and firmly got up. »If Luce says it's time to stop, we'll stop, George. I didn't wanna show 'em anyway.« You mumbled, trying to act like it didn't hit you that your friend disliked the movie. Lucy knew it was your favourite by the way your eyes had sparkled the entire time you were watching. Though maybe that could've been because you stared at Lockwood for the better half.

Minutes later Lucy met before mentioned boy in the kitchen, both getting a glass of water before bed. »You liked the movies the two showed?« Lucy asked, raising her eyebrows in question as she remembered how unbothered the slightly older boy had looked. »God's no I was about to pass out if you hadn't stopped them.« He huffed. Now that he had mentioned that, Lockwood did look a little pale, well, paler than he usually was. »Don't tell them though. They shoved their favourite. They told me after you were gone, all the little details and everything.« He looked out the kitchen window, a small smile on his face. »Ew, you're looking like a lovesick puppy. Disgusting.« Lucy joked, softly nudging Lockwood as she put down her finished glass. Lockwood chuckled in response yet he didn't look at Lucy. »Maybe I am.« he simply hummed, grinning to himself.

[sentienttoastah]

Someone mentioned in the reblogs of the last post about their preferred interpretation of Moby Dick and after seeing that I had a little personal thought discussion of my own in my brain and like ahahsjsjs it made me so happy

I just love looking at this book in a more serious way than I usually do so thank you to whoever that was :)

And speaking of, I think from now on I’ll give actual (only occasional!) literary commentary on Moby Dick for these Daily Dick posts because I cannot discuss this book with anyone else except the internet so yes. But for the sake of those who only want to see funky whale drawings I will keep them under the post’s cuts!!

Plus if I didn’t the post would be ungodly long.

Today, I tried to draw a bit of the crew but then I remembered I suck at drawing humans so even more extremely and unnecessarily green shaded Moby instead. Didn’t have much time so I just gave that fella the Outlast camcorder filter treatment. Dw, the cameraman is fine. Don’t like how this turned out though :(

I want to draw whale skeletons tomorrow :D

Anyways, delusional whale ranting time. Be warned this is way longer than my last one and will contain spoilers for those who haven’t finished the book!

So the reblog tag I saw went along the lines of interpreting Moby Dick as not a god but to have the reader doubt that fact throughout the book until the end because of the descriptions we get of him and honestly, yes. I absolutely agree on that for the original novel. It gives us dread while reading!!

Although I will say that if we were to add/accept some kind of mysticism to Moby Dick and see him as not only a whale and as something else, he still wouldn’t be a “god”. Yet at the same time he isn’t exactly a whale either. Or at least not a normal one (that much is clearly obvious I suppose). Like if that’s not a god then what is a god? And if that’s not a whale what is it? It’s all vague!!

One of the many messages or themes in Moby Dick is humanity’s constant struggle against the unknown and the uncertain. We all fear the unknown in one way or another whether we realise it or not. Why else do we dread our future? Or what will happen tomorrow? Or what will happen after death? Because we don’t know.

With Moby Dick we understand that he’s described as a massive white whale who is known to wreak havoc among sailors. But aside from that what else do we actually know about Moby? The only information we get about him all come from 3rd party sources (such as that other whaling crew they met at chapter 54) and then through Ishmael as our narrator. Like Ishmael himself has only encountered Moby Dick once. How do we know if the information he got from others is true?

And even if it was true it still doesn’t tell us a lot about Moby Dick. We don’t understand why he attacks ships, was he angry? Was he in pain? Was it his own form of revenge? Or was he genuinely just trying to mind his own business? We don’t understand how he became so intelligent, or whether it really was Moby Dick that they saw in the apparitions of chapter 51 or was it just a squid like we see in a later chapter? If it was Moby why was he following them?

The vagueness of Moby Dick’s position in being either whale or something else makes him haunting. So in my own interpretation I’d say to keep the final verdict completely undecided. He appears, then disappears. As only one of the many horrors of the deep. Moby Dick isn’t a horror book by any means but it is about the ocean, the ocean just so happens to be scary because we haven’t truly discovered everything it has to offer. Who knows what’s down there?

Also, not only the fear or mystery he gives to us as the readers but to the crew in the story as well. Moby Dick took victory from doing what other whales the crew have hunted never do. He was “unpredictable” as described. That wraps back to the beginning where I mentioned humanity’s struggles against the unknown and uncertain. But yet, even when we fear what we don’t know we are constantly challenging it still. We’re intrigued by it. Ishmael does so by wanting to learn more about whales and go off on more voyages despite his experience the first time around, and the pequod crew or most notably Ahab does so by challenging Moby Dick.

Speaking of Ahab, he himself can also be compared to Moby Dick’s unpredictability. He might not be vaguely god-like as Moby is, but there’s definitely something about him. Ishmael even quotes something about a mad man, a man who has let go of all rationality and morality, to be more dangerous than any beast. Why? Because he will become an unpredictable man. A man who will do anything to get what he desires even at the cost of others. Which is exactly what Ahab does. Humans are already dangerous enough when we understand them but when we don’t understand them? Even more dangerous no doubt.

That’s why his crew feared him after all. They didn’t know and nor did they want to know what would happen if they disobeyed him. Even Ahab doesn’t understand himself as he mentioned in the chapter with Starbuck. Why does he do the things he do? For revenge? For glory? For gold? He doesn’t understand except the fact he knows (or feels?) he has to. And it’s tragic.

In conclusion; aside from accepting differences, democracy, and the dangers of unhealthy obsession or copious amounts of whale anatomy, Moby Dick is also about the unknown and the uncertain. There’s a lot of other instances like Starbuck’s hesitation and Fedallah’s entire existence but I don’t want to drag out the rant for too long and obviously I’m not the first person to come up with this.

But what do you think? And thank you to anyone who actually read all my crap frfr 🙏🐟

[phoenixyfriend]

For the mashup ask game:

If you're in the mood for an angsty one, could you have a go at 71 (24 hours to live) and 28 (proposal fic) please? Preferably involving Ahsoka?

If not, then maybe 79 (anger born of worry) and 54 (secret relationship) for Rexwalker/RexAniDala?

Not really sure on what you ship so if these don't work for you dw, honestly your writing is amazing so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ yeah

Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP: Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story.

This ask meme is from over a year ago. Please don't send new prompts.

Ahsoka 71. Twenty-Four Hours to Live   28. Proposal Fic

NGL having a bit of trouble with this one but I think this would have to be a mission fic.

Let's say Anakin's in trouble, sometime after the Wrong Jedi arc. He's been put in a Deadly Trap of the "room slowly fills with water" variety, and it's going to be too high in about 24 hours. IDK who put it together. Probably Maul, to fuck with Obi-Wan, because most of their enemies wouldn't use Anakin as bait in that way, they'd either go for a political hostage negotiation (Dooku), torture them personally (Ventress), or just straight up kill them (Grievous). Maul, however, would leave Anakin alone to get slowly dead in order to taunt Obi-Wan.

However, Obi-Wan can't get away to actually, you know, save Anakin. (Sheev rejected the request, in order to push that wedge of 'Obi-Wan doesn't really care about me' that he's been driving between Anakin and his Master.)

Instead, the clone of your choice is sent, and they find Ahsoka to help (or she finds them; maybe Maul decided to taunt her too? IDK). Rex is a good standby, but in this case I'm feeling like Fives or Echo might be better? Up to the reader.

So Ahsoka and her partner go off on the rescue mission. There are many near-misses. One, perhaps both, almost die at one point or another. There's a kiss and a confession.

They rescue Anakin, barely, and then rest on the floor, all of them covered in water and panting and very relieved that their General doesn't need mouth-to-mouth.

Clone of your choice leans over Anakin's body, grabs Ahsoka's hands, and asks her to marry him.

She's about to say yes, but--

"SERIOUSLY?! RIGHT OVER MY ALMOST-DEAD BODY? AT LEAST LET ME HUG MY PADAWAN FIRST." except with a lot more spluttering and cough, both from the Aghast Horror and the almost drowning.

[elzphine]

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ About me! ⭑.ᐟ

This post IS LONGGGG Hi I'm Ella, this page is mainly for me to rant and talk about things I like. Below is more about me as a person and my interests, I do like talking about my personal life to a degree without giving much information out just so you know. Ella isn't my real name either it's a nickname I go by on some of my socials.

Name: Ella

Age: I don't like going into specifics, but I do follow dnf's that restrict certain ages according to my actual age, just keep creepy things to yourself! <3

Just so you know I do tend to overshare on my posts, I try keeping an open mind most times, due to my personality and the way I was brought up I am relatively mean when talking about others even if I don't exactly mean to be. I don't necessarily trash talk people in specific but I tend to be overly honest with people which causes feelings to get hurt etc, etc. I speak what I perceive to be the truth so I lack friends irl..

Personality: It's changed almost every time I took the MBTI test, probably because I took it on 16p.. But I also self typed too and looked into how people who actually are the MBTI I call myself act and respond as a person and compared it with myself I so I guess it's self typing? I don't know. But INTJ is what I find most relatable to myself and how I perceive the world and interact with people. Not too sure of an enneagram I haven't found a free test for that yet.

Interests: Ani-manga, Horror genre things, JJK, PMM, Death note, tbhk, danganronpa. Drawing, Character design, Fanfic reading or writing, world building, character writing, Reality shifting, japanese folklore, I love using folklore when creating characters it is so much fun to interpret and create a design incorporating elements from history, or just irl things in general. I like hazbin hotel, don't come for me I hate the humor in it but I love the idea of the show being an interpretation of heaven and hell and the society in it. Harry potter kind of not really.. Never was much into it. give anime reccomendations pls I need more things to watch!!

Music taste: ANYTHING LITERALLY ANYTHING IM IN THE MOOD FOR I WAS ABLE TO LISTEN TO A 6 MINUTE SONG ABOUT CORNDOGS PERFECTLY FINE IDK HOW. I have bad hyperfixations when I comes to music genres so these are my tops, Emo claimed bands, female manipulator music, pop punk and some hardcore bands, I don't have any at the top of my head, but I was able to listen to black metal, death metal, parody songs the electro swing remix was fire! I can get down to taylor swift and baby shark, I can listen to drill, rap, phonk, songs in spanish or even swedish. country, folk idc. My playlists due to my recent revamp, Are more fixated on ariana grande, sabrina carpenter, mitski, lana, and very few taylor swift, I like alternative music too, I know I'm forgetting so many different genres but those were what I could list off best so keep that in mind. early 2000s-2016 music is top tier fyi. though frank Sinatra is a G oms.

Other random things: I'm all for self improvement and learning more about myself and other topics if I ever magically start liking something you know about by all means info dump, My fav seasons are fall and winter. I'm a winter baby <3 I prefer "cunty" music made by women rather than gay men or trans women (Love y'all too dw.) It just feels more authentic to me if you know what I mean, I can't properly like describe it for some reason but just trust me it's not because I hate that group of people. (I hate everyone equally !!!) I'm a medical NERD, my favorite medical dramas are HOUSE!!! HOUSE I LOVE YOU HOUSE PLS ADOPT ME AND TEACH ME EVERYTHING HE'S THE ICON PLEASE PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE. He's funny and I love his way of thinking. (I just realized we have the same personality type live laugh love that!!) My personality does kind of differ online due to the character limits on tumblr, because if it were up to me every one of these sections would have 5 different paragraphs per thing thank you. I'm an honors student idk if thats shocking to anyone but yea. This also probably will be more shitposting based just random takes from my perspective like reviews on starbucks drinks and just random events. the format is probably going to be more like, diary like idk? its just me posting my thoughts and leaving it out for you all more anonymously if ykwim? I was bullied all of my elementary years over a single unsanitary habit I had. (Picking my nose, like everyone made a point to leave me out due to this. EVERYONE collectively even when i stopped it still happened.) I'm insanely delusional not in a cute or quirky way like "omg he likes me guys" like no, I convinced myself for a month that I had schizophrenia even though I had 0 symptoms or auditory hallucinations or visual hallucinations. I did constant research and found myself on schizophrenia tiktok. Like dawg is trippin fr fr, overthinking and analyzing every little thing is my favorite hobby, so is daydreaming!! One time during a finance class I had I daydreamed that I was a single mom who lived a walking distance from the beach and I had the job i'm going for in the medical field. I loved that daydream so much, would've preferred to have a partner ngl.

Thanks so much for reading, apologies for it being so long my mind is so rampant and i have so much to say and so much input to give that it kind of gets hard to put it in simple sentences. If you're similar to me please follow and moot me or wtv yall do on tumblr I love people with similar mindsets and aspirations it makes me wanna do better in order to keep up.

[arthurtaylorlester]

wtnv liveblog ep. 224 liminal spaces

quod est superius est sicut quod inferius

well yeah cecil night vale could be a liminal space

i cannot with cecil talking about trends skfhkhkg

yes you are very hip cecil :D

dw cecil i love popcorn too wait am i old???

mmmmm night jeans

reminds me of the one bo burnham jeans ad

amusement park you say

cecil is soo good at describing liminal spaces

you know what you ARE right they are juts spooky

OH GOD A MAN??

you can’t remember him huh

it’s his father

HOLY SHIT IT ACTUALLY IS EMPTNESS IN YOUR HEART YOU SAY

noooo dana dont go after D:<

exactly why would you ever want to leave

TRASH THAT PUG !!

michelle and riverdale meditation sounds amazing

did you know i actually can’t boil water nevermind food i could actually use that

wait janice fell asleep?? this is exactly like ‘it doesnt hold up’

oh ok that is very true liminal spaces are very nostalgic and thrive on it

THE MAN AGAIN I KNEW IT

a video?? what’s he typing

wha-

YEAH WELL CECIL I WANT TO SEE HIS FACE

no you haven’t seen enough

cecil baldwin is so good at voice acting, you can hear the fear when he says the video isnt turning off and that he’s bad at using technology

CAPYBARA = DOG TRUTHING

CECIL YOU ARE SO TRUE FOR THAT THE DISHES IN FACT DON’T MATTER

cecil you are in a horror show you will die

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE NOT IN THE STUDIO

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE IN 2003

god i love horror shows

WEATHER TIME: SPOILER ALERT IT SLAPS

wait is he in the fucking backrooms

HE IS IN VARIOUS BACKROOM LEVELS

of what now?? malaise??

oh no do we meet cecil’s dad

if he isnt lee marvin i’ll cry

his home? oh no

hhhhh ohhh noo

CAT BALOO?? THE MURALS TOO ?? I WAS RIGHT

cecil bbg please don’t repress bad memories :((

noooo cecil :(( i wish i could help my blorbos ugh

well, i certainly loved this episode, liminal spaces are such interesting concept

goodnight nightvale, gnight :)

[sikeyaout]

this is a lot, but: 3, 5, 6, 9, 17, 20, 21, 22

NOO DW I LIKE NEVER GET ASKS SO HAVING SO MANY QUESTIONS TO ANSWER IS SO FUN putting them under the cut cuz it gets long!!

3.any recurring images/elements?

HMM def eyes and glass/crystals! and the loss of autonomy/self =.]

5.pick a theme song for the tv adaptation.

MAN you cant make me pick one!! thered def be some theme song changes throughout the hypothetical series, but i suppose the song that fits as the "Main one" would be Doggone Systems by pilotredsun

6.speaking of tv adaptations, why would yours get cancelled? (other than capitalism)

oh SO many reasons. most of the chars are openly queer in some way, buncha anticapitalistic messages, extreme on-screen gore/mutilation, all that fun stuff

9.if your story got a video game adaptation/spin off, what would it be like?

Probably something akin to paper mario or chicory! one of those top-down rpgs that mix visual styles together, like a digital collage! (think the witch labyrinths from madoka magica)

17.describe the "required reading" to understand your vision. be as pretentious as possible.

mmnot sure actually! I suppose a high recommendation is Who Framed Roger Rabbit to get the idea of the pure normal guy (or gal in this case)/cartoon thing wackiness that you cant see anywhere else, vitrinefield (and sparkletopia) is in the realm of psychological horror, but the comedy that contrasts and even Blends with it in some cases is comparable to that movie!

20.your ocverse just got a movie trilogy a la hunger games style. how have they horribly mangled your message/theme so that the movies are now a showcase of what the original was condemning?

AUGGH probably the whole theme of grief!! vitrinefield at its core is abt the loss of a loved one and finding ways to cope with it, i think ppl would only take away the horror elements in the story x.[ 21.you have been given unlimited funds to make your story idea a reality. what are you sparing no expenses for?

WELL the way im gonna be running it, its gonna be independent, but im absolutely paying anyone whos helping me properly!! 22.you have been given unlimited funds to make two adaptations of some sort, however you cannot make any other adaptations of any other sort. which two formats do you choose?

hmm... definitely a comic! but the 2nd choice is harder!! maybe a game thing that shows off either the b plot of a selection of chars or a prequel sorta thing?

[marvellouspinecone]

Hi :) So I'm coming to your ask box to yell about more spooky songs by Sebastian Krämer that would possibly also make good dw episodes/horror movies.

Firstly, my absolute favourite, the first song of his I listened to which immediately made me fall in love with his music: Zackebuh. There is actually a youtube video for this one so you might want to watch that if only to admire the artwork that is his tie (btw also dw related, because the Doctor would totally wear that).

Zackebuh is something like karma incarnated. They live inside your wardrobe and if you've hurt other people they might come out at night. Giggling they will come to your bed, take your hand, lead you through the wall and then you're just gone.

There is no real description of their appearance, but 'buh' is the German way of writing 'boo' and a 'Zacke' is a spike. And I showed the singer different fanarts I had made of the character and they said it most likely looked like the one that was a raggedy version of my sister's sheep plushie. So...

Secondly, there is Alpo, the forest ghost. Which is very mysterious. Apparently they can shapeshift and time travel? And look human? But sometimes animals or humans will just KNOW who they are. So, basically the Doctor.

I interpret the song a little as if Alpo is just curious, travelling the world by jumping from body to body but eventually getting stuck and being unable to move on. Possibly even forgetting who they are themselves. Because there is a scene at the end where they go to therapy after being depressed for years and the therapist is unable to tell that they are Alpo the forest ghost. So, basically they are chameleon arch-ed. No really, this song is about the Doctor, how did I never notice that before?

Also, please listen to Krämer trying and failing to animate the audience to applaud for several minutes at the end of the video, it is hilarious.

Thirdly, there is 'Der Güterzug' (=The freightliner). Which does not exist on youtube or spotify. It describes a situation where someone drives over one railroad trail and there is a second one in front of them, which is closed. The first one closes, too and both of them are passed by a freightliner that does not end. For hours. They can't move because there is no other way than the road that is closed off by the rail road tracks.

And then they start blinking and looking at the wagons. And the wagons are showing a flipbook movie of a freightliner and a man standing next to it. Then the man in the movie jumps into the train and dies and the movie starts anew. But the person waiting for the train to pass notices that between the runs of the movie there is a little gap in the freightliner, a tiny possibility to pass.

Having been there for an eternity already, they decide to try their luck and run through the train in that instance. Here the song ends.

I mean it is quite clear what is happening but I love the unreality feeling of a freightliner that seems to go around you in circles and you can't escape.

Fourthly, there is 'Idiots from Uranus' (only a spotify link unfortunately) which is not creepy, actually. It is just a description of aliens that have come for a visit in Berlin. They do a bunch of weird seeming stuff, like throwing their trunks around on the street or storing their tails in the fridge and buying way too many Berlin city souvenirs. While the singer is just repeating again and again: 'I'm not xenophobic but those idiots from Uranus are annoying'. Idk this one just gives me cute minisode vibes.

There is also Hell Express (spotify), a song about a supernatural roller coaster that changes you when you ride it because it is so fast. With the line of

Dass uns heut Antennen am Hinterkopf sprießen Und dass unsere Schläfen nachts fluoreszieren Kommt sicher nicht davon das kann bei all diesen Hormonen im Trinkwasser schonmal passiern

That we have antennas at the back of our heads today And that at night our temples fluoresce Is definitely not [the rollercoaster's] fault It just happens with all those hormones in the drinking water

and 'Manchmal höre ich die Stimme noch'(spotify) (Sometimes I am still hearing the voice) a song about a weirdly specific voice inside the singer's head that sounds a lot like a Be more Chill situation.

And lastly, there is 'Die Ballade vom Busfahrer Bodo' (The ballad of Bodo the bus driver). This one describes a bus driver being alone in the bus at night. And suddenly he is notified someone pushed the 'stop' button and he hears a voice asking to get out. He opens the door but then realises that he is alone. So he just laughs, closes the door and continues driving. But again, the stop button is pressed and the voice complains about being stuck in the door. So he stops, opens the door and runs out the bus to shout at the voice to get lost. But then the bus door closes, barring Bodo outside and he hears the voice say that he should hurry and get back in or the voice would run him over like he did to them years ago.

This one is especially cool because of how he makes the voice sound. Also I don't want that to happen to him -obviously- but we do have a bus driver companion with a history with ghosts. Just saying.

...Yeah, I am a little obsessed with Krämer. Not sure you could tell :)

Anyway, I hope this was a little interesting for you as well. If you'd like to know more or have any other lyrics translated I would 100% be up for that. But also I feel like I am already infodumping way too much on you, so there's that.

Have a nice day!

Thank you for yelling about this stuff! It's so cool and i would never just encounter it in the wild so it's super interesting.

First of all, this man's tie is glorious and should be the next fashion trend everywhere (although now that i think about it, making it mainstream would take away much of its charm so i retract my original statement). Second of all, i haven't realized from your first mention of this singer that he does comedic performances (yes, unfortunately i couldn't check it out on spotify, it's currently not available where i live), i expected his art to turn out all dark and edgy and serious, but now that i've seen it i can't imagine it any other way, the twisted darkish humour of it all really adds a lot to the performance, brings it all together. And i think this campiness is a part of what ties it so closely to dw.

These plots are fun! I especially like Alpo der Waldgeist, so much space for imagination and yeah, i can totally see the fobwatch parallel, but also i think it can be interpreted as regeneration: the spirit has been so many people that it doesn't know who it is anymore, and even others don't recognize it as they used to.

Der Güterzug concept is really a gutpunch when you look at it as it was intended (or at least what i think it was intended), but in a literal interpretation absolutely seems like something that would be used to trap a bad guy in, say, audiodramas, i feel like this a bit tacky and heavy-handed timeloop kind of thing would fit right in with all the dw concepts (*cough* Ten trapping the Daughter of Blood in mirrors *cough*).

Hell express sounds a bit like a torchwood discarded-episode-turned-novel lmao

Honestly, i feel there's a lot more to say, but the songs speak too well for themselves, it's just a lot of fun to marinate them in my head and maybe they'll spark some more interesting thoughts later on

Thank you for this infodump, as a wikipedia addict i don't mind it one bit! Krämer's vibes are a huge inspiration, and he also is a great performer (and thank you for the links and descriptions as well, it was really interesting to be able to understand some of the lines because i knew what a song was about)

Does that mean i get to pop into your ask box to ramble about music with dw vibes from my culture?👀

[a-writhing-mass]

73 Yards

You know I really like this episode, for the most part - there's bits of it I wish had been slightly different - like I wish they'd spent more time focusing on the numbness following from Carla abandoning Ruby.

People might describe it as a horror but tbh it pretty accuratley shows what most social interactions feel like for someone who has relinquishment trauma. Just as you think you might connect with someone, or want to connect with somone - you end up finding a way to push them or yourself away.

Actually I think Ruby haunting herself is a pretty good metaphor for that behaviour.

Honestly a lot of this episode has been a little bit triggering...

I've also seen some confusion about how Ruby could so easily walk away from the Doctor and not freak out over his disappearance. Well... it's not at all weird to me. Adoption/relinquishment trauma does tend to leave you with the expectation that nobody is going to stick around, no matter how much they love you. You just sort of accept your fate - because you're used to accepting people 'not wanting you' since you were a child/baby (you never had a choice). If you're still confused about that, perhaps it's time to do some research on how relinquishment affects children and babies. (Although good luck finding it... not enough of it has been done).

Although I must admit after watching DW unleashed I'm not sure all this is actually something they were really trying to convey, despite how accurate it feels. At least not specific to to adoption/relinquishment trauma.

[digital-angelz]

Word vomit abt sheltermbornes role swap au because I cannot get it out of my head

So just as a concept Meryl the Punisher makes me giggle and kick my feet so have this word vomit abt her.

She’s definitely still the headstrong rule following lady we all know and love, she’s just got a massive cross gun that’s almost taller than her now /j. She’s definitely got All the religious trauma and oh my god she is severely fucked up but in an awesomely kick ass and cry in the arms of your definitely not lover way. 

She and Nicholas still argue over everything dw. I couldn’t remove that dynamic if I tried (I love it too much)

She thinks Vash is a bit of an idiot (like Milly) but as she gets to know him they actually become really close and totally gossip about everyone together.

With Milly…. Good lord. There is so much here.

*slaps them* these ladies can fit so much trauma and feeling into them.

One, Meryl just thinks milly is really hot (me 2 tbh) and is like “okay so maybe the lady I was contracted to follow isn’t so bad after all” and just *shakes my hands and vibrates* THEM.

Milly is kind of weirded out at first by Meryl’s um everything but like not in a rude way, she just doesn’t know why this woman keeps following her. But she’s pretty so she’s not complaining.

Oh my god the accidental deification from Meryl is gonna be so funny like “My wife is practically god I’m a religious woman holy fuck” 

Milly doesn’t get it. But that’s okay.

Meryl and Tesla are WLW hostility. I don’t really know how else to describe it except for that meme that’s like “stop dating my sister” “yknow what I’m gonna date her even harder” yeah. They probably fought in a Wendy’s parking lot. 

Meryl fights everyone in a Wendy’s honestly. Or she would, if she wasnt being dragged around by these idiots (affectionate).

*insert image of Meryl and Wolfwood duking it out for unexplained reason while milly and Vash are buying ice cream from the Wendy’s*

I have no brain they’ve taken over it lol

MILLYMERYL IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME I WANT THEM TO BE FUCKED UP AND LEARN FROM EACH OTHER AND BOND AND CRY AND BE MESSY AND JUST LOVE AAAAAAAAAAA

…anyway back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Milly totally just picks up Meryl and holds her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Meryl is tiny, pocket sized nun with a big gun. 

Milly could pick everyone up honestly she is built like a shit brickhouse. (Buff milly truther) 

Vashwood is a thing it’s just background because I love them but it is about the LADIES.

Knives is at space Costco and pissed about it he shows up like once and idk where to go with that.

Maybe he and Meryl fight in the parking lot idk

Why am I making Meryl fight everyone in a parking lot I swear she is not this chaotic

Wolfwood would fight someone in a parking lot in canon and in this canon tho

Tesla goes to space Costco because Zaizie said it would be good for her to “touch grass” and she just stands there awkwardly and leaves after like 10 minutes with stuff she didn’t even come for. Idk I want Tesla to be this bad bitch but then she’s also like “how do I normal life please help”

Milly and Vash bonded over being the biggest sweet tooths known to mankind. I love their friendship sm it’s one of my favorites. 

Tesla does have 2000’s music taste and by that I mean she got introduced to it by Rem and that was the biggest mistake Rem made. (Based off that one ask that I love to bits)

Team fuck around and find out is back in business and we love to see it.

Wolfwood totally is on the edge of getting fired and Milly probably is the only thing making sure he keeps his job. 

Anyway Milly is still the silliest. 

“The horrors are inevitable but we stay silly! ✌️😃” -Milly and Vash (probably)

I love chaotic dumbass energy.

Pushing the chess master milly agenda because it would be awesome.

Wait shit what if Tesla taught her how to play and she always lost to her big sister and swore to one day beat her and right when she thought she had it all down the ship crash happened and oh shit the angst whoops

Rem gets mom of the year award again because I love Rem that’s it that’s the meme.

I really don’t have any other thoughts but they’re just so good omfg amazing food here my guy.

[elisabethdeep-blog]

Hafta reblog cos I have spaghetti to throw at this wall:

HP Lovecraft stories from Horror Babble on youtube; HP is a well-dead racist shutin and his prose is so purple that you really don't have to listen, he'll retread the same info again. Genuinely quite racist and misogynist, but long dead, no estate, and didn't even profit from his writing while alive. I don't respect him and don't feel bad/like I'm missing godd shit by not paying attention.

Mbmbam (podcast) 3 brothers who aren't racist or misogynist and are chucklefucks. Similar deal as above, nothing they say is anything really, so dw if you miss bits. There are play lists on YouTube that will go for HOURS. (I do love mbmbam)

Now, for me, for the task you describe, neither of these would work very well for me cos they engage the language brain too much. But your mileage may vary!

Storm noises. You said no nature noise but up the energy a bit idk. Livestream a seal enclosure.

Podcast/radio show, but IN A LANGUAGE YOU DON'T SPEAK. Trick brain into fake body double, without getting sucked in to listening cos you can't.

Video game ambience. Vidya games are designed to Keep You Focused. Obv music, but you said no music, so maybe Nature Sounds but remixed through the lens of game design.

YouTube 'muffled voices in the next room'. Again, can't actually hear it, but creates the impression of a context.

Put lord of the rings on. You've seen it a million times and I know movies slurp up attention but like. It's LOTR. Idk it's worked for me and background shows NEVER work for me.

That's it that's my ideas

(eurobeat. It's moosik but still. Anyway.)

I have a highly specific question for all neurodivergent people on this plateform, and I figured I'd ask it publicly since the answers might help people in the same situation as me.

I need to do some planning with low social battery. It's not important what I want to plan, just know that I need to focus my energy on it. And I need some background noises.

BUT !

It can't be music, I listened to it all day and I just can't do it anymore

It can't be being in a call with friends, like I said in the question it's for the times where my social battery is at 0

It can't be a show or a movie, it's way too distracting and I don't have any shows that I can just put on and not really focus on

It can't be a livestream, again it's too distracting and there would be some silent moment that I can't control (I mean I can't expect a streamer to talk during every single second of their stream)

It can't be ASMR or white noises, it would either bore me or make me fall asleep

Documentaries could work, but I feel like they'd either be too boring (to the point where it feels like a chore to watch them, which would ruin my motivation) or too interesting. But I guess it would be a fair recommendation anyway

And finally, no you can't just answer "then don't put background noises" (though I'm sure some trolls will say it anyway). I know myself and I know that once I am seated in front of my computer I won't be able to work until I start the background noise

I understand that it can seem impossible to answer, but just in case I ask for y'alls help

[silasbug]

dream log Nr. 020

16/09/2022

Type: the kind where i almost became aware, dialated | Flow: - | Amount: 1

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in which i dream about the existence of a more horrible, "secret" ending for Undertale beyond Genocide which apparently ends with the creation of Errorverse, called an "RGB" run.

yeah. idk. i don't actually know anything about Errorverse.

this dream featured character versions from an aborted RGB run.

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i found myself in a room with different characters, a few of which i recognized, but some that i wasn't aware of yet.

i didn't really have a corporeal body, i was more of a consciousness floating around- observing and having no real impact on what was happening.

it seemed to be some kind of meeting, between some of the characters that i did recognize- namely Cas(taspella) from Bee and Puppycat, who was sitting around an.. awkwardly bulging table with a few of her siblings. there were only three seats around the table- on the side where there wasn't a chair was a pew-like bench, a little further off (so not directly at the table) that had multiple people sitting on it. a few more siblings, but also ones i couldn't place.

the room was littered with a few more seating options that were occupied.

Cas has her hands on the table, clasped together, and it wobbled awkwardly. she gets annoyed that the table isn't being very.. table-like and tells her brothers to lift up the surface of the table because there was clearly something underneath, shifting.

once they lifted it, it revealed a person that had been hiding in between the table surfaces (because apparently this table had two..). their breathing had been what kept moving the table. it wasn't even sure how they had gotten in between with the surfaces still being flush because they weren't exactly skinny or flattened.

once they get out from the table, Cas looks around the room, disapprovingly, at anyone who wasn't part of her family. asking them why they were even at this meeting since their family concerns were none of their business.

somehow, though, this only seemed to be directed at a few specific people instead of everyone who wasn't supposed to be there (namely.. weird iterations of Undertale characters), and they got up. (the person inside the table was also somehow significantly a part of this group, but i don't remember which UT character they were).

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suddenly, Papyrus gets up from a stool he'd been sitting on, looking a weird mix between Underswap!Papyrus and a very.. punk and error inspired Fresh!Papyrus (pray-tell brain.. why?! this doesn't even make sense but that was the entire vibe of this guy). he sighs in defeat, and looks at me (!!! i don't exist in this dream), then looks at some more characters from his specific universe and tells them that "we are no longer wanted here, let's go".

the others got up, but Sans was nowhere to be seen. with everyone looking around for him, he is eventually found to have been hiding, squished into the side of the pew-like bench that some people were sitting on. (squished as in.. he was literally hiding there, flattened into the goddamned side. the person had to move for him to decompress and be visible to us.)

this Sans basically just looked like Underfell!Sans but he.. looked almost dead, pure defeat. even that is too much- he was really just a husk. he was not happy about having to 'go back'. in fact, he looked downright destroyed about it when he saw everyone else from his universe getting up with defeat and heading towards the door. that was the only time he emoted.

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i didn't know it yet, but their dismissal from this room that we were in basically meant that they had to go back to their Universe/Timeline that they had escaped from. this room was just where they were hiding out to avoid going back (it was a room outside of their origins where they could exist in).

as everyone is leaving, it takes a bit of convincing from Papyrus and others (wish i could name who exactly, but it really wasn't clear. i remember seeing Muffet, Undyne, & glimpses of other monsters, but i don't remember who did what & they kinda started melding into each other) before Sans gets up to join the treck out the door. what actually gets him to leave was seeing the defeat (but almost reassurance) on Pap's face as he reiterates that they are no longer wanted there.

i follow them into a different, very dimly lit room, with what seemed to be a portal in the middle. well, it was more of a black hole, really. it distorted everything around it. they march into it, one by one.

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at this point, i have an almost "flash back", or rather, the feeling of reoccurence. it feels as if i'd had this dream before, or at least dreamt about an aspect of this before.

suddenly, i am on Google.com- the first search result reads "The Scariest Undertale Ending?! The RGB Ending" (wow). i apparently remember hearing about this secret ending, trying it, or aborting it.

i'm now looking down at a tablet with the search results on it, no longer on just the page or in the room with the black hole. i try to remember what this run is about, or how it was achieved, or if it was even canon/real, or if i was just dreaming/if what i just had was a recurring dream (while still dreaming, mind you).

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i was close to waking up at this point so sadly it started being all over the place, but what i can gather is that the "RGB" (Red Green Blue) Ending is essentially one that ends in the creation of the universe that Error!Characters originate from. what happened to them was so vile and so insidious that they became self-aware & aware of the player (and also their manipulation), so they seek out to destroy other timelines to prevent further suffering and to prevent the player from being able to play the game any further. RGB = Error. (please, i actually know NOTHING about any Undertale AU lore, i don't even know why i'm dreaming about it, i just find some of the designs & concepts cool hhhh.)

the versions of them that i was watching were from an aborted RGB run that the player never finished- they were defeated, their world drenched in darkness, but not to the point where they could gain that self-awareness or become malicious entities. they had developed into different personalities based on what was needed of them. they were like scared little children, not wanting to go back into their dark closet.

this was most notable when looking at Sans and Papyrus- Paps had become very defeated, almost indignant, but still aware of his duty to be responsible for the rest, keeping them all together. he wasn't happy anymore, though. it seemed as though he'd managed to gain some semblance of self-awareness though (similar to but a little more than UT!Sans) based on the way he was able to look at me even though i didn't exit.

Sans, however, was just.. done. he'd given up. i don't think he spoke a single word the entire dream. dead inside is putting it kindly. the only time he emoted was when it was clear they had to go back- what little broken pieces were left, broke again.

despite having been able to escape, whatever horrors happened during the RGB run on his universe did something irrepairable & it's not like their 'escape' was any better- a building with small, dimly lit rooms and people who didn't want them there. Papyrus was really just trying to keep it together for the small group of survivors that did manage to escape.

whatever the horrors were, they must've been worse than just a pure genocide (as about 10 characters were left, including Papyrus, Sans, Undyne and Muffet, some other assorted Monsters) or everlasting insignificance.

Maybe watching your entire world be consumed by an inky void with swirls of blue, red and green & having to see whatever lies beneath would make you wish that you actually had just died. or maybe it's really just realizing that there is nothing, watching everything just disintegrate and knowing that you are next.

the way this world degrades so horrifically probably has to do with hacking and glitching, but..

i dunno. ugh.

[children-of-subcon]

I never send any because I can never usually think of anything BUT TODAY IS DIFFERENT. Lez see.. 90 for Duke, 86 for Prince and Duke, 84 for Captor, Muriel, and Bowthreader, 60 for Captor, 49 for Princess, 46 for Prince and Duke, 41 for everybody because halloween, 14 for BowThreader, AND THAT'S IT forgive me i didn't think i'd find so many i wanted to know oh my god ajKGKHGLJ

(Dw about it :D)

14. Who do they go to in a crisis/emergency? Any particular reason why they choose that person?

BowThreader - Hmm, well I can’t talk about the person she’d most likely go to yet, but she’d probably still go to Captor if it’s an emergency, especially if it affected Subcon in some way. Or she might go to Prince and/or Duke, if they’re closer/she can’t find the other two/the other two are part of the emergency, etc.

41. What would they dress up as for Halloween?

Prince - maybe a stereotypical alien? Or like... those inflatable amogus costumes asldkfakl

Duke - an astronaut? Or this. Something that relates to Prince’s :)

Princess - a pirate!

Captor - a witch >:3

BowThreader - CAT

Muriel - some kind of superhero

46. Do they cry, gasp, laugh, etc, while reading a book, or do they remain relatively stone-faced?

Prince and Duke - Prince does it more often, but both of them definitely react to what they’re reading. Everyone’s just vibing and then Prince starts laughing hysterically while Duke is quietly sobbing lmbo

49. Do they put a lot of effort into their appearance, or do they just make themselves presentable and go?

Princess - She tries her best, but being disliked at best by nearly everyone AND supposedly exiled makes it rather difficult. She can’t buy clothes or makeup products or anything :( But before and after the exile thing, she’d definitely take an hour or two to get ready!

60. What sappy thing will they cry at? Would they deny crying about it later on?

Captor - Animal videos and Gisni movies! She would 100% deny it ("N-no way! My eyes were just... leaking!!!”) and fool no one 😔

84. What's one thing they like that they don't want anyone to know about?

Captor - Stuff that’s considered “cringy”, like anime or the sonic movie. She’s that kid that's wearing all black and has earbuds in, but is secretly listening to Parappa the Rapper asdlkfjsd

Muriel - Cute/”girly” things, like glitter and dolls, all that jazz. She’d always tell everyone her favorite color was red, but it was actually pink 👀

BowThreader - She’s kind of the opposite, as she actually really likes scary stuff (horror films, rollercoasters, etc)! But she’s afraid of BEING scary and making other people scared of her, especially since she’s a ghost, so she tries to hide it ;-;

86. How would you describe their fashion sense?

Prince - He has no idea how to do fashion, and only has one outfit anyways  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ If he has to put an outfit together, he’ll usually care more about it looking fun than aesthetically pleasing. 

Duke - A little better, since he has some art knowledge. He’s generally more interested in fashion than his brother, and will sometimes customize clothes :D

90. Are they a good artist?

Duke - Definitely! He took a bunch of art classes, so he's really good at painting. Anything other than realism is a bit hard for him, though, because he always feels like he’s messing up.

[ssaalexblake]

Okay, so, ‘Darkness’ By Lord Byron, take two. 

I have, before, talked about the implications of the narrative of the show explicitly linking 13 to this poem [here] but i wanted to talk about it some more in context with that nice fanvid the BBC made of their own show for S12.  

In said (fan)vid they don’t only link 13 to the poem, they have also overlaid Master scenes with it being recited as well, and if reading in conjunction with the events of the timeless children, the poem Does have ties to both characters that has pretty evocative imagery and storytelling. 

In the finale, we know, the master kidnaps the doctor and chooses to give her a little tour of their home burning, in ruins, destroyed. This is after, because of the trauma from his actions, 13 has unintentionally ended humanity.  Incidentally, the character’s interpersonal relationship and them as individuals are in such disarray at the moment they’re both, also, pretty much relics of their past selves and relationship at this point.  

Which brings us back to the poem

but two

Of an enormous city did survive,

And they were enemies: they met beside

The dying embers of an altar-place

Where had been heap’d a mass of holy things

For an unholy usage; they rak’d up,

And shivering scrap’d with their cold skeleton hands

The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath

Blew for a little life, and made a flame

Which was a mockery; then they lifted up

Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld

Each other’s aspects—saw, and shriek’d, and died—

Basically, of all the world, only two survived... They became enemies. These two men in the poem were the last two survivors of a grand and great city, they carried on living while everybody else perished, but instead of seeking solace in each other or anything else, they are enemies standing in the ashes of a once great empire.

The two meet at an ‘alter-place’ which had been used for unholy purposes. This could imo describe Gallifrey on the whole but i feel it more specifically relates to the matrix room itself. I’ve mentioned before, as have others, the religious imagery present in this era of doctor who, and the matrix scenes were when it was at its strongest in my opinion.  If the poem relates the room to an alter, then all the times that the master places her onto the matrix platform and looks up at her with the halo shaped entrance behind her head, he is, by putting her on the platform and holding her there, basically placing her upon the alter of the room.  

The two men in the poem are desperate, half gone trying desperately to find illumination in the darkness (baring in mind, the show cast 13 as the darkness herself here, so the character symbolically trying to find light upon the darkness in the timeless children is the master himself, desperately). The Master very much Does feel suffocated by this knowledge of the doctor, he is a shell of his former self, he Hates this. In turn, he destroys Gallifrey and all those on it. He is, in a sense, a victim of 13′s position of the symbolic darkness to humanity, and in response to this he himself becomes the symbolic darkness to Gallifrey and 13 by choosing the wrought death and destruction. 

Instead of seeking solace in each other, they become enemies. As in the poem. 

They are both the victim of, and the darkness itself, but to different groups of people. 

At the end of this section of the poem, the two men are able to create a small scrap of light, a fire to see each other clearly with, a small, pitiful beacon of light in the darkness. In the show, this is the two characters seeing themselves truthfully for the first time, where both of them are aware of the truth of the timeless child. There are no lies between them now, they see each other clearly. 

In the poem what the two survivors see horrifies them, they see they are the same in the darkness, are confronted by this horror and then, die. The last two are now gone, forever, too.

Of course, in the timeless children, that is Not how this ends. It is, however, Exactly what the master’s big plan was. For 13 to look upon the truth of both herself and him and for her to end their lives in the depths of their shared misery. 

I am glad, actually, that somebody on the dw staff decided to link this poem to both of the characters in some way even if it didn’t make it into an actual episode, because it has such brilliant depth to it. But in the show 13 is the darkness, but so is the master. They are both victims of and the force of it at the same time, looking upon each other, the last two, with such horror and disdain. 

13 chooses to break the cycle, as the doctor does, by no longer being the symbolic darkness. But dw isn’t nearly as cynical as Byron’s apocalyptic poetry. 

[simpirals]

Down The Tunnels

(Read on AO3) So this is another collab with my very cool friend @stellarwhaleshark​ in which we wrote about Not!Sasha chasing Jon down the tunnels, ending it completely differently from canon. (Jon doesnt die dw) If you liked it,please let us know in the comments! ❤️ Reblogs are encouraged !  ❤️ Characters: Not!Sasha/ Not Them, Jonathan Sims (mentions of Timothy Stoker,Sasha James and Martin Blackwood) Warnings: body horror, stabbing, axe violence, generally spooky atmosphere Jon scrambled down the dark halls. Dark, unkempt hair with streaks of grey frame his face, which scans every nook and cranny in the impossible labyrinth before him. His breathing is ragged, and as he clutches his axe in sweaty hands, a laugh echoes out in the stale air. He is utterly terrified. And he had all the reasons in the world to be so. Something that wasn't his friend wore a face he used to deem as familiar, and that very same thing was out to hunt him down.

"Jooooonnn..." An uncanny voice echoes through the tunnels, reaching out to the man fleeing for his life. "Jooonnn… Why don't you stop running so we have a nice, friendly chat? With your Sasha?" Noises that weren't footsteps reverberated through the tunnels.

"Isn't it what friends do, Jon? Sit down and talk things out together? I promise you this won't take long."

The creature's voice lowered in a dangerous growl.

Jon's heart leapt in his throat as he desperately tried to find an escape from the thing chasing him. He didn't dare respond, fearing that if he focused on anything else except running, he would be caught. Despite the nagging in the back of his mind that told him that losing it was impossible, Jon forced himself to believe that somehow, some way, he could shake the impostor from his trail. But as far as he could see, the path only continued straight. Something scratched along the walls behind him, sending his feet into a more frantic pace. "Shit, shit!"

Having no other option but to continue forward, the Archivist wills himself to move as fast as he can to avoid falling victim to Sas- no, not Sasha. Whatever was chasing him was definitely not who it claimed to be, and that voice that taunted him was certainly not his coworker's... despite how familiar it sounded.

Jon had no time to turn around and watch his pursuer. But he didn't need to do that to guess that it had picked up its pace. It was coming, and it was coming fast.

"Jooooonnnnnnn !"

Its limbs scratch at the concrete walls as it advances rapidly.

"You'll just tire yourself out eventually, silly! What do you think will happen when you collapse on the ground, exhausted and vulnerable?"

Jon's paranoia makes him feel like something was breathing down his neck. But it was just the coldness of the air.

"I'll catch you. And then we'll be able to properly chat. Like friends! Friends do that all the time, don't they? Why are you doing this, Jon? Am I not a good friend to you? Isn't Sasha someone you can trust? You truly wound me, Jon!"

It almost sounded like it was trying to feign… sadness.

But Jon knew better than to listen to it.

He itched to scream back at it. To tell it that he knew it wasn't her, that it could never be Sasha. But instead, Jon grit his teeth and pushed onward. Then, to his left, he saw a dark patch in the wall. As he got closer, he noticed that it was an opening - another corridor. If he was fast enough, Jon could catch it off guard and use the weaving halls to his advantage. Jon let himself slow down a bit, and he could hear what wasn't Sasha gaining on him. Timing his movement just right, Jon skids over into the opening, turning his attention behind him to see the thing dash past with a growl of irritation.

Huffing a small laugh of victory, Jon turned around to gather his bearings of the new hall, but rather than seeing branching pathways, he instead saw concrete walls encasing him.

"Oh, no... no, no no--"

The monster slammed its claws down on the cold ground with satisfaction, cutting off the path to Jon's only escape.

"Found you, Jon."

There was a sickeningly triumphant grin to its voice as it slowly neared Jon, as if it had all the time in the world, its prey standing right before it.

"How about you face me properly, Jon? Come on, turn around. It would be boring if the last thing you ever saw was a wall, wouldn't you agree?" It sang, and this time, the cold breath creeping against Jon's nape was not his imagination.

His whole body shook, and his breathing became so fast that his vision began to blur. This was... god, this wasn't good at all. Jon's thoughts were a jumbled mess, and it was so hard to focus. He was going to die, he was sure of it. How could he be so stupid? Of course he wouldn't be able to outrun that thing. If it wasn't for him breaking that table--

The table. He still had the axe with him, didn't he? Jon gripped the handle tighter into his fists, knuckles turning white. The whole point of getting it was to make that thing hurt, right?

Well, hopefully it'll actually serve its purpose.

Slowly, Jon turned around, having to crane his head to meet the gaze of the monster that stared back with a dangerous glint in its eyes.

The being that wasn't Sasha stared right at him as he looked straight into its fake, glassy eyes.

"Good." It says, with a satisfied tone, lifting its hand- no, not a hand; this was far too big and sharp to be called one- from the ground, raising it to Jon's eye level.

"Remember when I told you I'd make this quick earlier?" It cackles, with that voice that did not belong to it. "I'm afraid Good old Sasha lied!"

It's going to strike.

"You. Are. Not. HER!"

One quick swing, and Jon manages to axe the beast's right limb. The force sends it slamming against a nearby wall and the thing shrieks with multiple voices at once, stumbling back.

"You...YOU!!!" It had not expected Jon to still be able to inflict any sort of damage on its body.

Clutching its wound, it emits a furious roar, and Jon swears his eardrums are about to pop.

He just has enough time to turn around and start running again before the creature tries to catch him, and it trips on itself.

No matter how far away Jon was getting, screams of anguish still rattled off of the walls around him. It sent a chill down his spine, and as he spotted a fork in the catacombs, a screech of muddled voices startled him. "GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE RAT!" It yells out, and the sound of it getting back onto what Jon supposed could be feet made its way down the hall.

As far as he was concerned, remembering how to navigate his way back out of the tunnels was the least of his problems. So Jon ducks and weaves through halls of all sizes, hoping that he'll eventually become so lost that not even the monster at his heels would be able to find him.

Not!Sasha wants to hunt him down to the ends of the Earth.

But first it needed to get its arm back. It quickly grabbed it and pressed the area that was freshly cut against its shoulder and the porcelain colored flesh melted, fusing the missing piece against its body.

It clutched its limb and stretched out its claws, briefly studying itself to see if that puny human caused any further damage.

It seemed satisfied.

It quickly looked at the direction where Jon had fled and it screeched again, getting back on all fours and rushing out, leaving the dead end behind.

" JON! " It howled like a dying animal.

" I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL DEVOUR YOUR ARM! THAT'S A PROMISE! "

It galloped through the halls, absolutely seething, scanning each nook and corners that could lead it to Jon's location.

" WHERE ARE YOU?! "

Its screams of rage had encouraged Jon to avoid staying in one place for too long. So he continues to let himself wander, some turns echoing the voice louder than others. He's not quite sure how long he's been running, but the aching in his legs is beginning to slow him down. "Come on, keep going...!" Jon grunts to himself as he tries to fight through the pain, but it's becoming apparent that he has to find somewhere to rest soon.

" Jooooonnnn.... " It hissed through gritted fangs, "If you show yourself now, maybe I won't tear you limb from limb. Come on, be a good friend and come out, won't you?" As the monster began to speak aloud again, Jon rounded a corner and pressed himself against the cold wall. Every bone within him shook, and it took everything in him to not slide down to the floor.

The creature snarled, still very much enraged by her previous wound. Even a monster of the Stranger can still feel pain, after all. And having to push its fake bones back into place wasn't exactly pleasant.

Seeing that Jon was still nowhere close to her, it halted for a brief instant. "Alright, I may have gotten a little bit angry earlier. But could you blame me? You literally cut my arm off! That's not a very nice thing to do to your friend, is it, Jon?"

Naturally, she knew this wasn't going to entice him to come to her. But it was fun to toy with him.

"You know," It says, "I wonder how your screams would sound like once I get you to the circus... Taking you apart pieces by pieces, to reshape you afterward… Kinda like Sasha, actually! Oh, you should have seen her! She did such a wonderful performance too, squirming under my claws.'' It chuckles, dragging on the last words of her sentence painfully. No matter how hard Jon tried to ignore the taunts of the beast, its words sank in deep. The second that it began to describe Sasha's body being torn apart and put together, he felt himself heave a bit. And yet they continued on, finding humor in how his dear friend suffered.

"She writhed and squirmed when I gave her new joints, too. Human bones are tough, that’s obvious, but they can always be upgraded to better material. No one would see the difference anyway! Especially not you, Jon."

It chuckled eerily.

"Oh, you should have heard her too! She kept on screaming at you and your acolytes' names, too! It was delightful to hear! Actually, why don't you listen to it yourself? You love to listen, don't you?" Jon's breathing began to pick up again until it became quick gasps of air. He did his best to get it under control, but then.

The sound Jon heard was the exact replica of Sasha's voice. He could hear the terror and the agonizing pain in her tone.

"Jon, Martin! Anyone! help, it-it hurts so much! Please, someone, get me out of here! Please! PLEASE, JON! HELP ME! "

It spoke like Sasha. The real Sasha. The begging and pleading that called out into the halls belonged to someone he couldn't recognize. But he knew without a doubt that it was her. "Oh, Christ... Sasha, s-she was--"

How long was she tormented? Ripped apart and reconstructed like some sort of sick puzzle?

" PLEASE, JON! HELP ME! "

"I-I'm so sorry, Sasha..!" Jon whimpered out, clamping a free hand to his mouth to stop a sob bubbling up his throat. The whole time, Sasha was alive, and they did nothing to help her.

The realization hit Jon with such an intensity that he collapsed down the wall with a pathetic thud. The axe followed shortly after, the metal clattering to the stone floor and ringing out beyond where the Archivist could see. He stiffened, eyes widening in horror and darting down to his weapon he had dropped on the floor.

Jon made a huge mistake.

The creature halted its grim imitation suddenly, turning its head sharply toward the direction of the noise she just heard.

Oh, that was too easy.

She did not need to look any longer, she knew exactly where her prey was now.

Not Sasha suddenly appeared right before him.

"There you are."

Jon barely had the time to get up and made another foolish attempt to flee. The monster had already seized his ankle with her inhumanly big, sharp hand, forcing the man to collide brutally against the hard floor beneath him. Jon gasped in pain at the force of the impact.

"Oh, no no, I’m not letting you go anywhere anytime soon!"

Jon uselessly thrashed and scraped his nails on the stone covered ground as Not Sasha simply dragged Jon back to her, flipping him unceremoniously on his back, so he could see her in her full glory, her entire body looming over him, caging him.

"No-- No, no no no--"

Jon's desperate pleas were cut off as the thing that wasn't his Sasha suddenly slammed her other hand against Jon's body, effectively pinning him down under its weight as its dangerous claws were big enough to cover and seize his body.

"Now… What am I going to do with you…?" It said, absolutely relishing the way Jon stared back at her with terrified eyes.

Oh, how much she loved to taste the fear of her prey. This was delightful.

"Hmm... I could do the same thing you did to me... But using that little axe of yours may make it too easy. I think cutting through you myself would be much more fun!" She spoke idly, biting back a laugh when their suggestion only caused the Archivist to squirm more.

"Oh, but I know how much you care about your old Sasha! Maybe taking you to see her one last time, broken and wrong would be more painful!" Jon managed to wriggle an arm out from its grasp, and attempted to punch their long fingers.

It didn't even phase them. "And if you're good, Jon," Not Sasha's face leered down to meet his own, her sharp grin reflecting in the glasses that framed Jon's panicked eyes.

"Maybe I'll tear you apart just like how I did her."

Jon felt his breath snag in his lungs. If being torn apart would be his reward for being "good" Then what would it be if he tried to actually fight back? Probably something worse than death itself.

He wasn't about to find out.

"Just- please, just let me go, I don't-"

"Ah, ah, ah! I didn't chase you through these tunnels all this time just to let you run again, you silly. No, no, I exactly know what I'm going to do with you."

Not Sasha grabbed Jon's wrist between the edge of its claws, observing it.

"Such a frail little limb. Wonder how long it'll take to break."

"Wait--"

Before Jon could utter another useless plea, the monster unhinged its jaws,and violently sank her teeth into his right shoulder, mirroring the damage that Jon did to her just before. The second her horribly sharp teeth punctured into his skin, Jon began to spiral into hysterics. His instincts told him to do something, anything, but the pain clouded his mind to the point where he wasn't able to focus on anything else. Jon screamed.

Not Sasha pulled and pulled on his arm, and a sickening squelch could be heard as her fangs kept digging deeper and deeper inside his shoulder.

As soon as he felt his shoulder about to give out under that thing's fangs, she suddenly released him, pulling her head back to reveal her freshly bloodstained face. It casually wiped the blood that dribbled down its chin, eyeing its work.

"...Actually, I just remembered that Nikola doesn't really like being handed broken playthings. I guess you get to keep your arm this time. Lucky you! ...But then again, I could always replace your arm with something different. I wonder if Nikola would mind… Hmmm."

She tapped her chin, seeming to seriously ponder that option.

“Oh, I sure hope she won't be mad at me for damaging you a bit.”

She looked almost worried, but more for the fact that she could get in trouble for harming Jon rather than being concerned about his well being.

The Not Them had briefly released Jon, as she was too busy trying to shred his shoulder into bits previously. The Archivist stumbled backwards in hopes of gaining some distance between them. But it took nothing more than a tug at his ankle to drag him back.

Hm, she must have tired him out. Good.

"Well, I suppose I'll just have to wait until I hear back from Nikola. In that case," Not Sasha grabbed hold of Jon's torso with one of its large disfigured hands, gripping tightly.

She hummed in satisfaction when she was able to feel the Archivist's heart hammering against her palm.

"It seems like you'll be coming with me." It squeezed him a bit tighter, chuckling as Jon screwed his eyes shut in agony. "N- no! I'll never- AH-!"

A claw prodded in one of the gory punctures on his arm. "Now, now. I was generous enough with letting you keep your arm... don't push it." They dug the finger in deeper to emphasize their point.

For the fun of it, Not Sasha left her claw in the wound, enjoying the sight of her prey writhing in pain. But soon enough, Jon tired himself out, slowly falling limp and shaking with exhaustion. "Someone, p-please...!" He begged. A last ditch effort on his behalf, Not Sasha was sure of it.

"Oh, come now, Jon, no one can hear you. I thought you knew that these tunnels keep things rather well hidden. If none of your friends were able to hear your screams, what makes you think they'll hear your pathetic whimpering?"

He went quiet at that.

"Good. Now, shall we go?"

"Martin, Tim, please...." Jon mumbled to himself, feeling himself close to passing out from the pain.

"I'll take that as a yes." ———————————————- Please let us know if you enjoyed that fic so we can be motivated to write more ❤️