#they got Trauma instead

[cryptidblue1]

Reversal of Fate (It is Never Easy) pt 8

Chapter Title: Seen Fate, Rejected Fate

Chapter: 8/??? (Chapter Master List: Here )

Chapter Characters: Lavender (Pure Vessel), Basil (Lost Kin), Radiance in a way, mentions of Poppy (OC) mentions of Hegemol, Pale King, and unnamed vessels

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of body possession, panic state of mind, Lavender being in a bad mental state as they do. They are just not having a good day at all.

Chapter Summary: Fate does not lay quietly when it is set. It will fight one that wishes to challenge it. If you have the strength and will to do so.

Heknewheknewheknewheknewheknew.

It was a mantra that throbbed and shrieked alongside the burning of insides and the creaking shrieking of joints being tugged and pulled out of place, but not, because it was only the sensation as they say burning orange behind their ‘eyes’. They couldn’t think straight and just knew they needed to get away from him who would tell the King who would realize they were not empty and they had failed and their siblings would suffer for it. 

The sensation of falling registered just enough for them to curl completely around Basil sibling as they tipped and fell painfully onto roots and rock and dirt. Remaining there shivering and curled around the distressed chirping body of their sibling who did not know what was going on only that their bigger sibling was hurt and sad and there was danger.

Danger.

Oh, the sweet taint of Her was still so strong and the orange a haze in the very air. Something about this was wrong, but not that it was not meant to be, but that if it stayed something Horrible would happen. There, curled around Basil sibling and trying to remember how to move they suddenly Saw. They saw this sibling alone, wandering this place, but it was not Basil sibling. No, it was Sibling as they were in the dark and cold and safety of the void. Watched as a beast bloated and dripping with infection tore into their sibling, watched the blow that caved in their mask, the infection grasping onto their tiny and frail shade and devoured it. Watched the pus slither and ooze into the shell of this sibling. Watched and knew as Little Ghost, the one who had wandered and fought, and devoured a God for a them that was Sealed, found this gone sibling taken over and fought and let them rest.

Something in them knew.

This was the fate of Basil sibling. Even if they left, if they forbade them to ever roam this way again. Something would lead them here with their satchel of herbs and remedies, and their little nail more to cut a path in the thick of the wilds than to fight, would come somehow and die. She would take this sibling from them, would take so many of their siblings from them. Because that is all She wanted. To take and take that which was taken from Her, with no regard for those that had no say in what had happened. Their siblings did not ask for this, for Her hatred and the pain they would endure if this infection spread. They did not deserve to suffer because She had been forgotten.

They would not lose another sibling because of this FEUD. 

The chime of the rings that had always whirled and clicked in their chest since they had found themself out of sync with all they knew rang. Loud and echoing and something about it made them still and decide and remember. Remember the whispered questions of if they would accept one of their heart to be taken again.

They Refused.

Something made them grasp within their mind a thread weaving and winding around the rings in their chest. Saw all the ways dear Basil Sibling was meant to die from this infected area as they held it. Saw it and Rejected it.

The thread snapped and they knew nothing but pain.

It was as if they were Sealed again, full of infection and Her rage shrieking and clawing at the very void that made them whole. Burning and biting and changing them, corrupting them with the horrible horrible light that seethed and spit at the very essence of their being. It would drown their shadow out and leave nothing but orange tinted light to move and be used as She saw fit. If it won…

It couldn’t win.

They clawed and fought the sensation as they were meant to when they had been Sealed. To fight eternally against Her within the domain of their void and soul. Yet, they did not fight to contain. No, they fought and ripped and devoured that horrible light. Smothered it in the dark of their void where all light was destined to die, where all things were destined to return when the world stopped and all lights were gone. The cold of Void smothering the burning heat of that light, and for a brief brief moment they felt Her pause in the rage and will that had fueled the infection. For a brief moment they were the one that She feared as the hazy orange tint and overly sweet smell of infection grew fainter and fainter. Then with a sigh only they likely heard, it was if it never was in this patch of wild.

It was silent save the sounds of Basil sibling whispering in the link of them all SiblinghurtSiblingstaySiblingwakeup.

They ached in void and shell. The pain such they barely could think and just slowly, slowly curled even more around their Sibling and purred to show they were there. Such pain should have had void painting and staining everything around them. Poisoning the wild with the blackness of their weakening shade. Yet, there was no such wounds, just the aches of their body and the ever clinking chime of the rings in their chest marking time with each gentle tink.

How they got home was a haze of sensations and Basil Sibling leading and pleading with them to follow and be okay. They barely registered the worried babble of words from Poppy family as she fretted and helped move them into the nest that had just stayed since that first night she had led all of them here. Barely moved once laying curled and buried under blankets and pillows and the chirping worried bodies of precious siblings who for the moment were all safe, for the moment would not be taken by the burning orange light.

For a moment they let themselves just exist.

They knew deep down what they did, that the fact Knight Hegemol had seen them and been there, would change things. Knew as the panic that roiled and waited patiently for them to be able to feel it properly again, that they had to prepare, hide or run, or be ready to fight when the King took notice. When the King finds out the vessel they waited for was a failure, had left the Abyss without being told. A King that would now know that there were other vessels, others who would also fail. They had to prepare, to protect their siblings from the condemnation of a King they had never known that they still loved and feared, and wanted to make proud, but could never do so. 

So certain they were that the King they saw as wise and to follow, that they had failed would see them and know. Know exactly what they were and would turn away. They knew they would be hurt, they just had to make certain their siblings would not be hurt as well by the King they had wanted to please, so so much when they tried to be a Pure Vessel.

They had to act now, to protect their siblings from each light that had harmed them in those lives they lived and repeated so long ago.

[rainbow-taishi]

Black Swan, upon peeking into her memories: Never mind- I'm outta here! Nope! Nope! Abort mission! Oh crap! Too much information!!!

Acheron: *enjoying dancing*

[the-gotheltic-rowan]

so me and the bestie have been binge-playing re2/re4

[starry-bi-sky]

What would a mother not do for her child What lengths would a mother not go There's a bond that exists between mother and child With no end to how strong it can grow It's a promise for life between mother and child It begins from the moment of birth.

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She is six years old, and standing on the porch at her Auntie Alicia’s cabin. She is six years old, and holding an old rifle in her hands, standing at the railing and pointing the nozzle at a large target a couple feet away. There’s a pair of old ear muffs covering her ears. Behind her is her daddy and her sister, and Auntie Alicia. She can’t see them. 

Danielle Martha Fenton is six years old, and her momma has her arms wrapped warmly around her, keeping the gun steady for her. It’s heavy and the butt digs into her shoulder uncomfortably, and she feels nothing but determined. And nervous. 

Her momma was teaching her and Jazzy how to shoot, and they’re down in Arkansas to visit Auntie Alicia for her second “Divorce-iversary” as Auntie calls it. She keeps a hunting rifle in her gun safe for the rabbits that like to nibble on her garden. She mostly grows rhubarb, which goes untouched. But her carrots and greens and other veggies like to be tempting snacks for the game. 

Regardless, she is six years old and learning how to shoot. Her momma and her daddy (mostly her daddy) have been banned from every shooting range outside of Amity Park in a hundred mile radius. So Auntie is the best place to learn, or so momma says. 

Danny thinks it's just an excuse to see her sister, not that she's complaining. She loves visiting Auntie.  

She’s already seen Jazzy do this, her momma told her before the muffs went on to shoot when ready. No use trying to fire when you’re not; you can’t afford to miss when shooting ghosts. 

Danny breathes out steady, just like momma taught her, and quells her trembling little fingers. She focuses down the barrel, and pulls the trigger. 

Immediately, the recoil throws her off, the side of the gun that her cheek was resting on knocks against her skin, harsh enough to bruise if it weren’t for her momma’s steady hands holding onto her. The bang of the gun startles her more than she thought it would, and her heart leaps up and runs a jackrabbit through her chest. 

The gun is carefully slipped out of her hands, and Danny lets it go easily, her cheek smarting in pain and her eyes wide and following up to momma. Momma turns the safety on, and with a gentle hand, pushes against her chest. Danny takes a few steps back, and slips the ear muffs off her head. 

Mommy is smiling big at her, something that Danny can’t help but replicate on her own face as her heart swells. “Did I get it, momma?” She asks, watching as she passes the gun off to Auntie Alicia, who steps over to take it.

“I’m going to go see, sweetie, but I think you did.” Momma coos, before planting both her hands on the porch railing and, in a single leap, vaults over the side and onto the grass. She’s dressed all comfortable for the summer heat, with her hair all tied back and in shorts and a tank top and nice boots. Danny’s ribs swell hopefully, and she stands on her tiptoes to watch her walk over.

“I’ll be hard-pressed to believe if you didn’t, Martha Mae,” Auntie tells her, grinning like a cat, “that was a damn good shot.” 

‘Martha Mae Knight’ was Danny’s granny’s name. Auntie Alicia calls her that because of her middle name — and because, by her words, she has her momma’s weird-shaped eyebrows and piercing blue eyes. The kind that could scare a hawk into singing like a robin. It was Danny’s favorite nickname ever.

Daddy laughs brightly, the sound painful on her ears but twice as nice, and despite the distance, Momma whirls her head around to shoot Auntie a glare; “Language, Alicia. Not around my girls.” She warns. Her accent always comes through when they’re around Auntie. It’s Danny’s favorite thing to listen to. 

“Do you think so, auntie?” Danny says, bright-eyed and ever-optimistic. Auntie Alicia nods fiercely as Momma finally reaches the target and searches for the bullet hole. Daddy then comes up behind her, still laughing, and claps a hand onto her shoulder so hard that it makes her knees hurt.

“Of course she did!” Dad boasts, as bright as the sun and twice as warm. He shakes Danny affectionately, wobbling her on her feet and pulling her straight into his side. She goes so willingly with a burble of giggles. “She’s got the eyes of a Fenton! And our family are darn good shots.”

Auntie eyes him up and down, her smile immediately fading off into a pressed line. “I’m sure you mean she’s got the eyes of a Knight. You couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn at twenty paces, Jack Fenton.” 

Jazzy holds back giggles from where she’s standing by the door, her ear muffs in hand, and Danny watches her Daddy’s dark eyes immediately narrow. Just like Auntie’s, his smile tapers off into a frown. 

Before he can say anything, there’s a cheer from the yard, and they all turn to Momma clapping her hands in delight. 

Danny immediately pricks her ears up, and would’ve darn near rushed over to the railing if it weren’t for her Daddy’s hand on her shoulder. She yells instead, excitement thrumming like a hummingbird against her ribs, “Did I hit it, momma?!” 

Momma beams at her with all the pride in the world, “You sure did, Danny!” And she turns to press her finger against the target, right on the inside red ring of the battered old bag. “Right here, sweet girl!” 

There are cheers from all around, and Danny’s heart bursts inside her lungs with shiny, sunshine glee. She puffs her chest out big, and smiles so wide it hurts the cheek where the gun smacked her. Her Daddy shakes again, squeezing her tight against his side in a hug that Danny happily reciprocates. 

“What’d I tell you, Martha Mae?” Auntie tells with a big wink and a wide grin, the gun still gripped tight in her hands as Momma makes her way back over. “You got a Knight’s eye.” 

When Momma makes it back over the railing, she hugs Danny tight and praises her shot. Danny looks her in the eyes and chases the feeling, and asks to shoot again.

[forever-and-whats-left]

Why do people always write fics about Christine and Erik marrying, yet never have him take her last name. LET HIM HAVE A NAME YOU COWARDS! LET CHRISTINE HAVE A FAMILY AGAIN!

[sassypantsjaxon]

My fault

[sandwhitches]

#artdump from the past couple of weeks. lots of concept art for my own fics (is that lame?) + some other stupid shit. bong warning below cut 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱 BEWARE😱 also!!! the second one is inspired by the coanda effect by bunniehoney on ao3!! so good!!! uh but yeah these are all doodles i never finish anything sorry some of these are a little bit eh

[rustedleopard]

I feel like if Chujin was still alive during the events of Undertale Yellow, his and Clover's relationship would be incredibly rocky. Pacifist!Clover could bring him around to tolerating them (after all, they have that sort of effect on everyone), but it would be more in a "this human is the only 'good' human" manner than a "maybe I should reevaluate my opinions on humans overall because you can't judge an entire group based off (very biased) stories and one bad experience." Even then, that opinion would be subject to change should Clover ever get frustrated or behave "too aggressively" or act in any manner that isn't perfectly docile. If Clover ends up attacking a monster then it's "humans are just as horrible as they were in the war stories, I should've known better" regardless of the circumstances that could've pushed Clover to fight. Suffocating expectations and endless demands for patience when he wouldn't ask the same of a fellow monster.

And heaven forbid he ever meet Clover on a No Mercy Run...

[seaweedstarshine]

“They engineered a psychopath to kill you.” “Totally married her. I'd never have made it here alive without River Song.���

Sources: Let's Kill Hitler, Diary of River Song: My Dinner With Andrew, Closing Time, The Husbands of River Song, Diary of River Song: The Furies, Diary of River Song: Animal Instinct, The Ruby's Curse, Time of the Doctor

[valewritessss]

When people say Annabeth was an unreliable narrator and her stepmom was actually nice to her…

[avonsnumberonefan]

before I watched the finale I tried to avoid spoilers but bits still got through, except I got the idea that blake would actually betray avon. so, let's run with it!

[saint-nevermore]

bit worried about cash this week since i dont get paid anything substantial until mid December, anything helps! on top of needing to get amenities my phone bill for this month is now overdue and it would dting to pay two months worth at once. my pypl and kofi are @ saintnevermore as usual. thankx in advance

[popiplant]

me when i fuck it we ball

[felonytaxevasion]

Can I hear more about the worm vs the boys please if you want to expand on it on tumblr? I love worm and I don’t really like the boys and I can't quite explain to myself why

Yea absolutely! Im sure there's some other Wormblr posts out there that go into this in more depth but I can paraphrase what I was saying to my friends.

We were mainly discussing the concept of "edginess" and excessive anger, violence, and shock value in media and I brought up Worm and The Boys as examples so that I could sort of warn my friend about the tone of Pact without directly spoiling anything. My main thesis is that Worm is incredibly super duper edgy, however it doesn't come across as nihilistic and misanthropic like The Boys does.

I feel as though too often The Boys is usually taking the stance of "well humans suck so if you gave humans superpowers they would find unique ways to suck and the only thing separating normal people from monsters is power. So no one should have power" which I don't inherently disagree with to an extent. It's an exaggerated critique of capitalism and celebrity. But it's also such a gross way to look at humans/the nature of humanity.

Contrast with Worm that says "bad people with superpowers will use their powers to do uniquely horrible things. But good people with superpowers will also be out there doing uniquely and incredibly good things for the benefit of humanity. Every human as the potential for abhorrent cruelty. But it is just as true that those same humans all have the potential to do good."

I think it's really important that the two final and most major antagonists in Worm are motivated by nihilism and hatred of humans. Jack Slash and Scion both have the philosophy of "Humans are cruel. The parts of humanity that are good are losing out to cruelty. Why try and fight it. It's easier to just kill everyone". Contrast Taylor who, I'm 99% sure, never for a second questions if humanity is worth saving. Everyone around her in Gold Morning says "there's nothing we can do so we should at least die happy" and Taylor says "I cannot die happy unless I spend every second of my last day fighting for the miniscule chance to save humanity from extinction". Taylor and the fucking insane lengths she will go to save humans when she doesn't even like them all that much is the heart of Worm. (And like don't get me wrong worm is also about Taylor fucking failing to not partake in human cruelty at basically every opportunity. Quite possibly the worst anyone's ever done it. But that doesn't change the fact that she is trying and in the doing is pushing the audience to try as well)

And on the other hand I think the attitude of The Boys kind of just IS Jack Slashs. I honestly cannot even fathom what the take away is meant to be beyond "people are fuuucked up dude". If I wanted to be especially cruel I would say that I think a large majority of fan base for The Boys was generated on the basis of shock value and the incredibly strong performances from the cast. It's easy to get in to season 1 because it presents a horrible world with no redeeming qualities but you can assume in later seasons "they're gonna figure it out! Good will win out! Or at least good will lose for reasons that connect with the audience and make it a tragedy" but three seasons later theyre floundering to find a message and a reason people should care about the world and it's characters.

At the end of the day TLDR I think worm works because it has something to say and uses edge to support the thesis. The Boys exists more as a framework to explore cruelty in fiction and I just don't think it has a lot to say outside of that.

[tabbyrocks]

one thing I don't see talked about enough is how much better prototype Bakugo is compared to current bakugo.

I mourn the loss of prototype bakugo EVERY. DAY. he would of been funny. and not actually an asshole.

but most importantly, he would have been autistic coded.

HE COULD HAVE BEEN. AUTISTIC.

[akkivee]

I DIDNT FORGET WHOSE SPECIAL DAY IT IS THO HAPPY BIRTHDAY SASARA 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡