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traumacatholic · 1 year ago

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Im on the verge of suicide and I suspect my two sisters are as well. While I don't think I will ever do it, because I'm religious, idk about them. And even if I won't do it, to live in such a torment ad the one I'm experiencing is unbearable and unimaginable. Logically I believe in the power of prayers, but on a personal level I find it unlikely anything will ever help me. But I'm still asking for prayers in the intention of us three staying alive no matter what.

I'm really sorry to hear that you and your sisters are struggling with suicidal thoughts. I don't know where you live, but please know that there will be crisis and non-crisis resources that you can access for support and pass on resources to your sisters (as well as to use for yourself). Suicide hotlines are just one form of accessing support. You can absolutely reach out to your local doctor, or see what other support services are in place. Sometimes you can access therapy groups which can often have shorter waiting list times and can often be offered for free or low cost. There are also a range of apps that are free or low cost that offer a range of coping mechanisms. I would recommend just putting in 'mental health' or 'suicide support' into your app store because sometimes it will also recommend apps that are ran by local resources to you.

As for prayers, something that you can try and do is use these prayers. You can say them when you get up in the morning, before you go to bed, or whenever you feel like anxiety/pain/etc is building up. You can pick up praying one of them a day, or whenever you're able, or using more than one. Whatever you feel is most beneficial to you (and also most achievable). I'm giving you a range of prayers under a readmore, just because some of them vary in length and you might find a certain length of prayer works best for you.

Lord Jesus Christ Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner

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Good Saint Dymphna, great wonder-worker in every affliction of mind and body, I humbly implore your powerful intercession with Jesus through Mary, the Health of the Sick, in my present need. (Mention it.) Saint Dymphna, martyr of purity, patroness of those who suffer with nervous and mental afflictions, beloved child of Jesus and Mary, pray to Them for me and obtain my request.

(Pray one Our Father, one Hail Mary and one Glory Be.)

Saint Dymphna, Virgin and Martyr, pray for us.

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Glorious Archangel Saint Raphael, great prince of the heavenly court, you are illustrious for your gifts of wisdom and grace.

You are a guide of those who journey by land or sea or air, consoler of the afflicted, and refuge of sinners. I beg you, assist me in all my needs and in all the sufferings of this life, as once you helped the young Tobias on his travels.

Because you are the medicine of God, I humbly pray you to heal the many infirmities of my soul and the ills that afflict my body. I especially ask of you the favor

(mention your request here)

and the great grace of purity to prepare me to be the temple of the Holy Spirit.

St. Raphael, of the glorious seven who stand before the throne of Him who lives and reigns, Angel of health, the Lord has filled your hand with balm from heaven to soothe or cure our pains. Heal or cure the victim of disease and guide our steps when doubtful of our ways.

Amen.

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O my beloved Queen, my hope, O Mother of God, protector of orphans and protector of those who are hurt, the savior of those who perish and the consolation of all those who are in distress, thou seest my misery, thou seest my sorrow and my loneliness. Help me—I am powerless; give me strength. Thou knowest what I suffer, thou knowest my grief: Lend me thy hand, for who else can be my hope but thee, my protector and my intercessor before God? I have sinned before thee and before all people. Be my Mother, my consoler, my helper. Protect me and save me, chase grief away from me, chase my lowness of heart and my despondency. Help me, O Mother of my God!

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Thee alone I follow, Lord Jesus, Who heals my wounds. For what shall separate me from the love of God, which is in Thee? Shall tribulation, or distress, or famine? I am held fast as though by nails, and fettered by the bonds of charity. Remove from me, O Lord Jesus, with Thy potent sword, the corruption of my sins. Secure me in the bonds of Thy love; cut away what is corrupt in me. Come quickly and make an end of my many, my hidden and secret afflictions. Open the wound lest the evil humor spread. With Thy new washing, cleanse in me all that is stained. Hear me, you earthly men, who in your sins bring forth drunken thoughts: I have found a Physician. He dwells in Heaven and distributes His healing on earth. He alone can heal my pains Who Himself has none. He alone Who knows what is hidden can take away the grief of my heart, the fear of my soul: Jesus Christ. Christ is grace! Christ is life! Christ is Resurrection! Amen.

#prayer request #prayer req #tw suicide

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jynxeddraca · 3 months ago

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Tav Moonridge Character sheet

So I went back to see how much needed to be done, turns out i just needed to tweak a couple things and presto! Background summary was going to go under a readmore but that option is not popping up for me.

Summary:

Daughter of a Iados, a leather worker, and Felicity, an animal handler, who moved to Baldur’s Gate when she was 3. Her early life was filled with grief. First her father being murdered for the sin of being a tiefling and her mother falling to the bottle to drown the never-ending grief of losing her husband. Tav had to learn quick how to take care of herself and her mother at a young age – taking to pickpocketing to try to help make ends meets.

Her mother did eventually meet Euphony and they had her little sister Temerity. Euphony was barely tolerated by Tav and considered Tav crabby, prickly, and grouchy – but taught her to play the lute and improved her pickpocketing skills. After her younger sister was born, and without her mother's knowledge, Tav also learned how to use a knife, how and where to strike someone to get away quickly, how to plan escape routes quickly and silently, and what certain potions/drugs taste like (basically, what does date rape taste like).

When her mother was killed over debts Euphony was nowhere to be found – leaving both her and Temerity (her sister) to an orphanage that let Temerity get near-lethally ill. Putting her skills to the test, Tav managed to get them out of the orphanage and into less unpleasant homes. There were still periods where they slept on the streets, but Tav was able to mostly keep a roof over their heads.

The next couple of years were marked by anger and bitterness. Anyone who wasn't Temerity or a close friend was held at arms' length at best. Tav played nice enough while busking or picking up shifts at whichever one of the many places she managed to talk her way into – but she was quick with sharp words backed by sharper teeth. While she made certain Temerity always had a roof over her head, food in her belly, and school to go to – Tav was not so kind to herself, having long ago learned how to ignore hunger pangs and how many rocks a tiefling's stomach could digest before needing something more nutritious. Even with her two friends trying to make sure she had things to eat, Tav refused to accept more than she felt they could comfortably offer and of that gave the lion's share to Temerity.

Eventually, she realizes she was becoming like all the adults that failed her and chose to help other urchins by letting them crash on her couch now and then and – when she could spare it – a hot meal. Even if it simply meant some kid didn’t die of exposure in the winter, she realized that it was making a difference and managed to convince a few other former urchins to do the same.

As of the start of BG3 she is considered the de facto head of the ‘Network’ – a loosely organized, unofficial group of urchins and former urchins who offer safe spots to crash for the night or fill an empty belly. Despite her turning over a new leaf to be a better person – she still takes absolute shit care of herself and focuses most of her attention on her sister who things she is overbearing and controlling. When Temerity manages to get an apprenticeship with a leatherworker in town and considers getting her own place, Tav does not react amazingly to it. Tav tries to convince her that she’s too young to be on her own and that she should focus on saving money or perhaps getting more schooling and it ends up in a massive fight and Temerity running off for a few days.

Which makes Tav frankly go insane with worry because no one that she knows seems to know where her sister went and Tav is acutely aware of just how dangerous the city can be. When Temerity does finally show back up, she agrees to stay home on two conditions: 1) That Tav stops trying to act like her mother and instead acts like a sister and 2) trust her and give her space to do her own thing.

Tav agrees and attempts to be less codependent on her – by the time Tav is tadpoled their relationship is still strained because she has a difficult time simply being a sister to Temerity and not acting like a mother to her.

#BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #Tav Moonridge #OC #Character Sheet #Drow armor is so nice #but it is a bitch to draw

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pancakeke · 11 months ago

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I wrote a bunch of paragraphs about nothing in particular again so here it is under a readmore so it doesn't take up space.

like 8 years ago when people used tumblr more via desktop browser than its app, I put a 3rd party metric tracker in my desktop theme that logged how people were referred to my blog. it also captured what pages of my blog people viewed.

at one point during this time I reblogged a piece of pixel art from a japanese artist. they came to my blog through their activity page, and then searched my blog in a couple different ways for the terms "ドット" and "ドット絵" ("dot" and "dot art", as in pixel art). I checked those search urls myself to see if they found anything but there were no results because I never used those terms or specifically tagged pixel art in any other way.

ever since then I've made an effort to tag all pixel art I reblog with the term "pixel art". that artist was probably hoping to find more art to check out and it bums me out that my tagging system wasn't thorough enough to help.

this is why I have my current specific tag system lol. it keeps evolving but having the ability to find stuff you're into without jumping through hoops is really handy. (the site-wide post and tag searches return sooo much bullshit. it's a slog sifting through thr noise whenever I use those to fill my queue due to the sheer amount of manga caps, polls, liveblogs, personal posts, and fics posted without readmores...)

if only the way to view all tags you've ever used still worked. I think it caps at 500 or 1000 now and is also chronological so the first 500 or whatever tags you ever used show up in the list. then there's a hard stop and it does not update as you delete posts or use that mass tag editor to remove certain tags for your blog entirely.

I went through my used tag list earlier this year to unify certain tags and remove tags that I stopped using in favor for other ones, but I only got like 400 tagged terms down the list. maybe downloading my blog data would show more. the trick I mentioned uses your desktop blog's archive page. the tags are in its code so you can use "inspect element" to view it. I remember scrolling a lot to load a bunch of posts on the page but cant remember if this was required or I just did it to see if I could access more tags.

it's formatted all fucked and hard to manage but you can copy and paste the long chunk of tags into one cell of a spreadsheet and then use Data options to split them into columns by commas (or whatever punctuation separates them, I forget). a wide list is a huge pain to view so from there you can click on a cell containing data, click ctrl+a to highlight all data in thr row, copy, then paste special as "transposed" to turn the copied row 90° so it pastes as a column. the spreadsheet will wide as fuck from the hundreds of columns so honestly its easier to paste the transposed data into a new tab and delete the original vs clicking in the column to the left of your transposed data and then pressing ctrl+ shift+right arrow to select all rows to the right, then deleting the extra rows.

if you're in Excel you may have to use the "delete rows" option from the "home" tab and then save the sheet using "file > save" (do NOT save via the save button on the upper left corner or ctrl+s). this returns the sheet to a manageable size for scrolling (plus reduces its file size). this piece of shit software usually retains the sheet width/length even after you delete hundreds of columns/rows unless you use this trick of deleting specifically via home tab + saving specifically through the save menu.

I got a round number of tags when I did this which makes me think there's a cutoff.

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demystifiedstardust · 3 months ago

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Dream Log 1

I had something of a kin dream and it throws everything off.

Readmore for length and possibly disturbing dreamlike situations.

Basically I had wandered into a liminal space where I was separated from reality. Most people there were trying to get back to wherever they'd came from, and were understandably quite upset (I really wasn't, but that's just me). Anyway, there was some sort of multi-room I eventually made my way to with many tables and chairs clustered like a classroom or pseudo-cubicle group.

There was also a large monitor, and groups of 4 people were undergoing "quests" which were like multiverse Taka//shi's Castle stages. I participated in a few. It turns out you had a 3-life system, and depending on the challenge, you would lose a life by either dying in a conventional or video-gamey way.

I made it through several quests but eventually lost a life by falling off-screen into a gap between playforms in a timed scroller esque level. Luckily, I was Wanderer, so I was able to rescue myself. For a lot of people, the 3-death rule would take place consecutively because they ended up under positions with no recourse.

I stopped participating and started observing after that. After a particularly gruesome death through the screen to which everyone was shaken up, I stopped paying attention to the games altogether and started questioning nature of the space I was in.

I specifically mused over praying to a god for guidance. Ei was the first to come to mind, to which I said fuck not. I ended up praying to Lesser Lord Kusa//nali to ask for guidance, saying something along the lines of I was so close to understanding the nature of the space I was trapped in. I woke up almost immediately after, and was distraught because I wanted to save everyone else and now I couldn't. I must have still been partially asleep, because Nahida said to me clear as day, "Isn't this what you wanted?"

I... can't argue with that.

And here I am.

So.

I'll just have to wait and see if this means anything. It's very rare for me to have any dreams of first person POV as myself. I don't read any manga or etc with this kind of plot so idk where it came from. I'll stick this in my back pocket for now.

#miscellaneous musings #my sleep schedule is all messed up because of work so maybe it's not that deep #🌙😴💭 sweet dreams are made of these

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bettabythesea · 1 year ago

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It’s Sumire, an OC I made for PLA! She looks a lot like the canon Akari, but she’s a little bit different in the fact that she is from the era that the game takes place in and not a time traveler (I did this for reasons that will become clear when I post my Sinnoh kids) More info under the readmore!

She’s a sweet but quiet girl who keeps very scarce- she was the lone survivor of an incident involving her family and so quite a few people believe her to be cursed with disaster and keep her at an arm’s length. However, she’s more open to the idea of approaching and befriending Pokemon since it was a luxray that saved her from said incident.

The people of heroverse are typed just like Pokemon, and Sumire is no exception. She bears the water type, and not only does this make her better at navigating the water, but she is able to detect its presence-- almost like a dowsing rod. Because of this she was occasionally called upon by various residents to aid in finding water sources. It was on one of these missions that she came across a sky-fallen man and a mysterious object that she would later find out to be an Arc Phone, instructing her only with the message: Seek out All Pokemon, which eventually led to her joining the Survey Corps.

Her story plays out a very similarly to that of the game’s, with a few exceptions that I won’t get into here, at risk of writing a novel ^^;

Uhh some misc. facts about her!

-She has a baking hobby and in particular loves making Jubilife Muffins

-A naturally talented swimmer, she starts learning how to properly dive once she visits the Cobalt Coastlands

-She’s particularly close with Laventon and Cyllene-- the two are basically her parents haha

-She;;; kinda believes in the curse on her a bit, and is at times hesitant to befriend someone for fear that disaster will befall them

Finally, for her main team (in order they were caught):

Ichimaru (M) Hisuian Samurott

Momiji (F) Lopunny

Monta (M) Hisuian Arcanine

Suiren (F) Basculegion

Setsuna (F) Alolan Ninetales

Miko (F) Hisuian Zoroark

#pokemon heroverse #pokemon au #pla au #custom akari #sumire hashimoto

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bumblewarden · 2 years ago

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So!! I've been wanting to do this for a while, but life got in the way, so now I'm here to take that thing up again because!!! Fun!!!! This is about the relationships between OCs, and I don't want to impose anything but. Regarding how Novhen and Astala would get along:

What if they HAD grown up together? Maybe not in the same family (although, it would be fun 👀👀👀👀👀👀 they are very similar and very different from each other in different aspects. For example both are very loyal and community oriented, but also Astala is loud and boisterous while Novhen is quieter and more underhanded), but definitely the same Alienage. They'd know each others' quirks and habits. Maybe Novhen got frustrated with Astala because she'd always hide in these really obvious spots when playing hide and seek and Astala in turn would never be able to find Novhen? Maybe Novhen would at some point have stolen a plum tart for her and maybe Astala would've helped him against another kid who made fun of Novhen? Maybe, if we wanted them to meet up later during the Blight, Astala had to move away from Denerim at some point. I think she's a bit older than Novhen; maybe she got married elsewhere. Or, if not, now we gave more elves storming Vaughan's estate, which is alwats fun. I think Novhen would get to lead that one operation until Nelaros's death, because before that, stealth does seem to be the best option.

I think these two would get along well, differences aside. Astala would make an effort to lower her if needed, and having a familiar face to lean on during the Blight year would probably be a big comfort to them both. I think they'd be comfortable enough with each other to talk about the recruitment and how it didn't exactly happen willingly; they could gripe about nobles and politics; they could just. Sit in silence after Broken Circle and try and digest Sloth's nightmare. They could kill the slavers at the Alienage together!!! I think having a like-minded person from the same cultural background would help enormously.

One thing Astala probably wouldn't be on board with is the Cult of Fen'Harel. She'd let Novhen practice alright and defend him if accusations about this were levelled against him, but I think she would either have fallen out of it if she'd ever been introduced to it (it didn't save Adaia after all, so...), or never warmed up to the idea of this elvhen trickster god

These are my thoughts as far as they go. What do you think? Also I hadn't thought of it, but if you want to move this conversation to DMs, they're open ^^

(And if this doesn't tickle your fancy anymore, feel free to ignore ^^)

👀👀👀👀👀 I am eating this ask up like breakfast. Or, er, ramen. Which is the thing i am actually eating atm. But yes yes yes to all of this, i love it so much

Full response under the readmore for length, but i'm realizing now my response is mostly about them as kids 😅 Oops

[Ask Game]

The way i play with companion!Novhen, i'd assume he and Astala are probably either siblings or cousins (i waffle), except this time on their mothers' sides. I don't know Astala's exact age, but Novhen was born in *pulls out notes* Wintermarch of 9:7 Dragon. If we try to stagger them based on Adaia's death, that's probably close to a decade between them which seems a tad bit higher than it should be. We'll just have to dance around that matter

Even if Astala isn't significantly older, there's probably never a single moment where he's taller than her XD Add onto that that girls tend to hit puberty first, there's gonna be quite the height difference around age 10

But yes, their personalities go in very different directions but are probably pretty compatible, especially if given the benefit of a shared childhood! They're both very sociable, but i suspect most people like Astala more, especially authority figures. She's much less of a troublemaker, and Novhen definitely took a while to come into his own as a social mastermind. (This also would make her the ideal candidate for a distraction whenever Novhen’s a-scheming. That’s gonna do her a lot of favors when trying to get him to steal plum tarts for her XD These two are the real blight as far as anyone in the alienage is concerned XDD)

Oh, actually! If they knew each other, i can imagine pretty well him practicing with or studying Astala to get better at social situation! And clearly it worked! (A: "Ok now make an angry face... You just look like you can't find a chamberpot. You have to scrunch your eyebrows like this." *jams her thumb down his forhead*)

Astala seems to prefer her hair shorter during the Blight, but how was it as a child? Because if it were in some sort of puff, i can imagine her child-level object permanence resulting in her hiding in an empty barrel with the puff still peeking over the top! (Artist's Rendition Below)

I don’t think he’d be too frustrated with her poor stealth outside of team games at least! (If they’re partnered is another story…) He does sometimes tease her that she’s not going to be a very good criminal when she gets bigger. Idk, how would she respond to that? Because how does she feels about the fact that she's not going to follow in her mother's footsteps (or how aware of that she'd be as a child) or maybe she would retort about how she’s already bigger or something else? Definitely a lot of ways to take that one lol

But also the idea of Novhen as alienage king of hide and seek is kinda cute. He's usually the last one left (all that damn thief training), so it’s not unheard of to see a parade of Astala, Shianni, Soris, and whoever else they've wrapped into their game (which with Astala could be quite a number) turning the alienage upsidedown to find him. There's probably at least one time he gets found in the first minute, and he thinks he's going to die of embarrassment. Because of that, they almost never let him be a hider in the first round. Sometimes when he’s hiding, they'll accidentally pick up seekers who weren't even playing along the way because they want to see him knocked down a peg XD That's what happens when you win too much!

Astala probably has him beat at wrestling tho! And the game where i imagine they’re most evenly matched would be arm wrestling. As an archer, Novhen has insane upper body and especially shoulder strength, but Astala has insane everywhere strength

On the less competitive side, imagine them as dance partners as little kids ☺️ Astala’s probably the more enthusiastic one about it, but i’d imagine she could drag him into it Easy whether through blackmail or Ole Reliable (puppy dog eyes). There have to be lots of events in the alienage that call for dancing, so it’s good to have a go-to dance partner! And if they ever get a Silly Urge while dancing, the one thing that i’ve found little kids most reliable to do is spin so fast they nearly make themselves sick, and when there’s two of them spinning each other, there’s no stopping them until the centrifugal force throws them both to the ground. At least they’re having fun lol

The Cult of Fen'Harel thing makes sense. I wouldn't expect Astala to be into that. I imagine in this case that Cyrion and Adaia agreed to expose the children to both sets of beliefs, so they could choose once they got older

It's a good thing Novhen's good at keeping matters hush because otherwise Astala would likely get stuck constantly mediating between Novhen and Ilanlas on matters of religion 🤭

Tbh Novhen would slightly begrudge her for choosing the Chantry, but i don't think he'd ever let her know if he could help it. It's just not worth it, and you can't talk about that without talking about Adaia's death which nobody is excited to talk about. Still, it's a potential source of drama, esp as the politics of DA:D are winding up

Back in the present day, if the endgame configuration is one where they live in the same location (which i think could only be the case if they were both companions), Novhen would offer her once for him to educate her child/ren in the way of the Cult of Fen'Harel and/or the Vir Banal'ras fighting style, probably get denied at least on the first one, and never bring it back up. He knows she's Andrastian and also wouldn't expect her to teach them that fighting style herself (too rogue-based), but if he had permission, he'd want to at least try to expose them to their family's traditions, so they could make a choice themselves like Novhen and Astala did

And honestly, if he's present for the origin, once Nelaros dies, Novhen would more than happily hand leadership of the mission over to Astala. Stealth only goes so far, and she has first dibs on revenge #SupportWomen

And with Unrest in the Alienage! As soon as Caladrius is dead, Novhen is scampering over his corpse to pick the lock on Cyrion's cage. Doesn't even wait for someone else to pilfer the key. Astala is free to react to that little scene however she wishes, and we get the whole Tabris family reunion after

Whoever’s Warden, i imagine those two leaning on each other a lot for emotional support during the Blight because not only are they the only alienage elves in the party, they’re family (or at the least childhood friends). Once we personalize the Broken Circle dreams, they get upsetting fast. If either of them get sent into that mission (or Maker forbid both of them), they’re definitely going to need to share a blanket by the fire for a minute

EDIT: the paragraph looks like it's been eaten but also! Novhen would be very cautious about Astala's Zevran romance at first. ("Yes, Stala, he's very dreamy, but let's not forget he's only here because he was hired to kill you.") We know he's very protective, and they're both so eldest sibling-coded

#askbox #heniareth #novhen tabris #astala tabris #au: companion novhen #< for archival purposes #also i think i remember you also speak german?#bc every time i look at the drawing my brain can’t decide if he’s even playing or just saying hello lol #so good at hide and seek he wins even when he’s not playing no wonder they’re trying to nerf him

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izzyfromdeadspace · 1 year ago

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This is written for @blank-vessel about their muse L and his life being taken and warped by the church of unitology and a dark eldritch god. The song is 'Jeasus he loves me' by Ghost. Putting under a readmore due to the length that it may turn out to be.

The saint had been found and the church gave a grand celebration. For weeks they threw parades and parties to show their faith and to try and draw in more people into their faith. For the longest time they kept his identity a secret to drum up more hype. Glimpses were leaked and rumors went wild. People were whipping themselves up into a frenzy just trying to see the man who would bring their god to them. It all culminated in the day that he was to be finally revealed to the masses.

You see the face on the TV screen?

Coming at you every Sunday

You see the face on the billboard?

That man is me

The saint had to have certain characteristics to prove that he was the chosen one. His hair was to be white and flowing like the last breath upon a grave. He had to bleed blacker than the void and cause miracles with it. And then his eyes. They had to hold the sorrows of the world within them to show the humility of humanity and give hope to the world that they could be forgiven. It had taken years but they'd finally found him. After purchasing him from his parents he was sent straight into training.

The saint was schooled on how to behave in public. How to hold himself, how to dress, how to listen to his flock and give the proper prayers of absolution. Countless amounts of credits were spent to make his body perfect in every way. Any genetic deformities and diseases were wiped away thanks to an unlimited bank account and doctors who worked for money not ethics. As the day approached for the reveal he was told how to present himself and what the rules were to keep him in line.

You must dress proper to your station so as to not be mistaken for the common folk.

You must always keep the weight of sorrow upon your shoulders and in your eyes. Show the people that you carry their sins to save them.

Listen to their stories and prayers. Offer them peace and direct them to the church for absolution.

Denounce the nonhumans as abhorrations of our god. Only those pure of blood will be allowed to commune with our god and ascend to eternity.

Any donations are to be given to the church to help expand its reach.

The saint does not lower himself to the lusts of the flesh. He is to remain pure so his flesh can change to the will of our gods not the will of man.

On the cover of the magazine

There's no question why I'm smiling

Buy a piece of paradise

And you buy a piece of me

The day arrived to reveal the saint and everyone waited with baited breath. Expecting a godly form to emerge there was confusion when the saint emerged wearing black jeans, a black hoodie with a skull on it and heelies. The crowd would whisper and mutter in shock as he began grabbing random people and taking selfies. The smile he wore seemed almost maniacal. He carried himself as if he were weightless and moved through the crowd with no rhyme or reason. He ignored the wealthy and just seemed to have his own agenda.

I'll get you everything you wanted

I'll get you everything you need

You don't need to believe in hereafter

Just believe in me

"Oh that's fucked man." He listened to their stories and prayers as if forced. Making faces he just kept cracking open cans of monster and chugging them as if he didn't wish to speak to his flock. More often than not he'd walk away mid sentence and just start checking things out. He made fun of paintings in the church and had several removed as he claimed they didn't meet the will of their god. Yet no matter how much they asked he refused to show proof of his connection.

It all came to a head during one of the ceremonies when someone demanded that he give them some sign that he was the chosen and not some amalgamation of their version of the antichrist. The saint wasn't given a choice as he was brought to the marker and forced to touch it. As it lit up he began to choke and scream before he went silent. As they all prayed and began prostrating themselves they didn't notice how he began to change. They were all blind to how the world just seemed to get a little bit darker.

His hand seemed glued to the marker as his fingertips became black and his nails were pushed out to be replaced with claws. His mouth bled black ichor as human teeth were replaced with sharpened ones made for tearing flesh. His ears seemed to stretch out into points resembling an elfs. A sickening crack came from his back as a long bone like tail grew out and its bladed tip gleamed in the red light. Eyes once green flecked with brown turned black and red with a slitted pupil. His blood began rotting his clothes off as the doors all slammed closed and locked.

'Cause Jesus, he knows me

And he knows I'm right

I've been talking to Jesus all my life

Oh yes, he knows me

And he knows I'm right

And he's been telling me everything is alright

They began to whisper in awe seeing their saint change and begin floating above them. Blissful whispers turned to gasps of fear as his lips split apart to reveal his true grin and caused blood to flow freely down his chin. A seam appeared along his collarbone that moved down to his hips. As it spread open to reveal a mouth the screaming began.

Some started to tear themselves apart in a frenzy as others tried to escape. All those blessed by the blood became animals and the dead began rising. Bodies twisted and malformed they became beasts made to tear apart and kill all the living bodies around them. As the saint floated there seeming to feed upon their suffering their prayer and begging voices were mostly ignored.

A few wishing to escape all this were pulled in and consumed slowly. Those still alive watched in horror as their so called brothers and sisters slowly disappeared into the maw of their saint with sickening crunches and waves of blood. By the end the entire temple was turned into a graveyard patrolled by the dead whose entire purpose was to harvest suffering and flesh for their god.

I believe in the family

With my ever-loving wife beside me

She doesn't know about my girlfriend

Or the man I met last night

The slaughter wasn't on the front pages of the tabloids for long as the scandals started. Pictures of the saint started to appear showing him in bed or dating nonhumans. There was speculation that he was dating several people at once from how often he'd be caught sneaking out of their homes. It was hard to keep up with where he was coming or going from and it led to a bit of an outrage. People began standing up and demanding answers. Their saint was supposed to be the perfect vessel for their god. With his body twisted and formed into something nonhuman it led to a break in the church.

Do you believe in God?

'Cause that is what I'm selling

And if you wanna go to heaven

Well, I'll see you right

He began to do commercials and propaganda for the church after awhile. It was assumed that all proceeds would go to the church and to memorialize those who died during the awakening ceremony. A new main temple needed to be built as the last had become a graveyard and contaminated. Yet after each show or gig he did the money would disappear and nonhuman charity's would suddenly gain large anonymous donations overnight. It led to many higher ups in the church to call to have their saint collared and retrained.

You don't even have to leave your house

Or get out of your chair

You don't even have to touch that dial

'Cause I'm everywhere

His face graced the covers of magazines and posters. From pamphlets to promotional ads to brand advertising he would be seen everywhere. It was hard to go five feet without seeing the saint doing some sort of act. One one magazine he was interviewed for his thoughts on church politics. On another he was interviewed on what he imagined his perfect partner would be. From religious propaganda to sexual deviancy inserts he had a stranglehold on the plant. Despite his appearance and lack of holy divine glow people still wanted to know about him, see him, own him and to become him.

'Cause Jesus, he knows me

And he knows I'm right

I've been talking to Jesus all my life

Oh yes, he knows me

And he knows I'm right

And he's been telling me everything is alright

He disappeared suddenly out of the public eye. Rumors went wild from sudden inhuman love children to being captured by a cult and held hostage. Rewards were posted around to try and garner clues as to where he'd gone. The police and military bounty hunters scoured the cities trying to find any clue as to where he'd gone. They uncovered some old papers about the church's methods on creating the saint and the news went wild. Stories began being pumped out about the saint being a lab created being and not truely chosen by their god. People were debaing if lab grown beings could be considered people. The topic raged on for months as the hype never seemed to die down.

Won't find me practicing what I'm preaching

Won't find me making no sacrifice

But I can get you a pocketful of miracles

If you promise to be good, try to be nice

God will take good care of you

Just do as I say, not as I do

They never seemed to check the forests as who would be stupid enough to risk disappearing into their depths. If they had they would have found him rooming up with the last of the Nova's. They'd taken him in despite who he was but treated him like a normal person. Instead of asking for prayers and to be blessed they asked him to pull his weight. Where he once might be baptizing babies he was now harvesting vegetables and joining in on hunts to gather meat. Where he'd be getting interviewed and slapped onto any surface that sells he was asked to pick up after himself and keep it in his pants.

After several months he seemed to be really close to the endling of the Nova's and clung to her side. She warned him that if they were ever caught she'd be forced to be either sacrificed or taken by the church as another way to control him. But he didn't seem to care. And after awhile she didn't either. They had each other.

I'm counting my blessings

And I've found true happiness

'Cause I'm getting richer, day by day

You can find me in the phone book

Just call my toll free number

You can do it any way you want

Just do it right away

Their hapiness lasted two years before it caught up to them. During one of their dates they'd strayed too close to a campsite and he'd been recgonized. The humans had gone back to the city and informed the church who sent bounty hunters after him. They both fought tooth and nail to keep the life they'd made together. The humans had taken enough from the both of them and it just wasn't fair. It seemed like they'd actually pull it off until one of the hunters pulled out a marker and stabbed him with it. His eyes seemed to grow dark and he'd yelled at her to run. As he watched her run off the consequences of their actions came to fruition.

There will be no doubt in your mind

You'll believe in everything I'm saying

If you wanna get closer to him

Get on your knees and start praying

He didn't seem to fight them after that and had just become eerily silent. It was far too easy to bring him back to the city and into the hands of the church. They wasted no time cleaning him up to once again have their golden child, their saint, to control the masses. As they cut his hair and trimmed his claws he didn't react. They stripped away years of freedom and love from his flesh. It wasn't until someone complained about the glittering dust caked around his heart that he moved for the first time.

Crushing their jaw he stared deep into their eyes and kept his face emotionless. Voice hollow he demanded that they shut up and stop trying to erase her. Shoving the human hard they went flying and hit the wall with a sickening crunch. Taking a deep breath he moved back into his original position and let the others resume what they'd been doing. After months of reconditioning and an attempt at breaking his will he seemed ready to be reunited with the public.

Once again there were parades and parties. A large stage was erected in the center of the town for a great event where he'd be speaking. Dressed in the proper robes he was marched out and the public worshiped him just as they had before. If anything his absence had created an even more powerful cult that had strangled the city in it's grasp. As he stood before the crowd they'd see him smile.

'Cause Jesus, he knows me

And he knows I'm right

I've been talking to Jesus all my life

Oh yes, he knows me

And he knows I'm right

And he's been telling me everything is alright

As the leader of the church addressed the crowd in an epic speech he ended by telling them all that they could now see their saint at any time and that he was a perfect vessel for their god. As they all clapped the saint's smile just continued to grow. Flesh began to split and blood rushed down his chin. Robes once pristine now began to blacken and rot away.

In one quick movement he grabbed the leader by the head and was upon him. People watched in horror as the eyes were sucked from his head. They seemed frozen as he turned the man to face the masses and shoved a hand into his back. The cameras would pick up seeing a mass rise up through his body until it reached his head and he began to choke on his own blood. Using him like a puppet the saint made him speak using his own voice.

"And now the time has come to worship our god made whole. Rip off your flesh and embrace the agony!"

With a laugh the saint pulled his hand free and stood before them all nearly naked. The seam had returned and it burst open in a spray of black blood that covered the first few rows of people. As they began to change and rip each other apart chaos erupted. Those not tainted or blind by devotion attempted to run but didn't get far. Shadows erupted from every corner and began to drag people down into them as they screamed. Bodies were broken and melted into a paste that was sucked into the earth. The dead began rising in twisted broken forms.

Everyone watching the broadcast would be attacked in their homes and none were spared. As the sun began to set entire suburbs remained dark and lifeless. The saint just floated above them all feeding on the suffering and chaos. He devoured tjwir their bodies and began ripping apart the very city around him. Buildings rotted and flowed into his gaping maw until the entire city was gone. The earth in his wake was black and diseased. It rotted and spread like a fungus as if to begin to consume the entire world.

They had their saint.

'Cause Jesus he knows me

Jesus, he knows me

When all that remained was darkness he seemed as cold as the void around him. Staring into eternity his gaze was drawn to a small blue speck in the distance. Body closing up and returning to normal he seemed to fly to her. Frozen in the depths of the void his Nova lay crystallized and glowing. Soft blue light seemed only to illuminate the immediate area around her. As he seemed afraid to reach out she moved. Eyes opening up she gazed upon him and that love he'd thought gone shone back at him. As her light finally reached him she smiled.

#stories for friends #dead space #song fic #tw dark topics #tw abuse #tw gore #tw death #tw blood #tw eye trauma

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phonypizza · 11 months ago

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get to know the mun ! very long post, under readmore.

name / alias. hen / henhen / hennethy / henry.

are you over 18 ? yes. no.

WRITING.

are you selective about who you write with ? no (anyone.) semi (most people.) yes (some people.) highly (few people.) private.

are you selective about who you follow ? no (anyone.) semi (most people.) yes (some people.) highly (few people.)

if your muse is canon, how much do you adhere to canon ? not at all. a little. some. mostly. strictly. not applicable.

well, like... there IS some canon, but not much? and some of it was walked back. it's not difficult for me to pin down HOW to write him, but adding stuff that makes him feel like he had a life before the game canon is... well, I get a little anxious about how it looks.

what post lengths do you write ? one - liners. single - para. multi - para. novella. all of the aforementioned.

do you use icons and/or gifs ? no. gifs. icons. yes. sometimes.

do you write on other platforms ? no. yes.

I can do stuff on Discord as well, though I don't write as quickly when it's just one-on-one. I gotta ferment that writing juice.

what level of plots do you write ? unplotted. open - ended plots. semi - plotted. fully plotted epics. all of the aforementioned.

sometimes stuff will just spring up out of nowhere and I'm okay with that! I really like having wiggle room when it comes to plots though. am good with a general direction and a certain conclusion to reach but if things get too rigid I don't like it.

how quickly do you usually respond to threads ? very slow (more than a month.) slow (3 - 4 weeks.) average (1 - 2 weeks.) fast (less than one week.) very fast (less than three days.) depends on my motivation, this can make it range from days to weeks.

y'know, I got a job recently and even if it isn't full-time it's still tiring. between that, my anemia, and my Discord servers, I may get in a burst of writing for a little while or I might not have motivation for some time. generally though if we're chatting about the thread I'll have it on my mind more often and I'll respond more quickly as a result.

what types of themes do you like ? adventure. romance. fluff. angst. violence. tragedy. domestic. family. all of the aforementioned.

the best way for me to put this is, if it progresses something in some way, I'm down for it. could be plot, character development, relationship, anything as long as something goes somewhere.

what genres do you like? high fantasy. supernatural. science fiction. historical. horror. comedy. romantic. drama. action. smut. adventure. espionage. all of the aforementioned.

are there any themes you’re uncomfortable writing on your blog ? (not triggers) no. yes. it depends.

I might put my characters through a lot, but I don't enjoy writing or writing with 'doomed' characters - beings who are destined to suffer with no catharsis. I do have a difference between 'character who had opportunities to be saved' and 'character who cannot be helped no matter what', and the latter just really bothers me. especially if they don't deserve it.

do you have any triggers ? how do you request it tagged ?

yeah, the big ones are gaslighting; finger, mouth, and eye gore; emetophobia; and trypophobia.

SHIPPING.

what types of relationships are you open to ? romantic. platonic. familial. other. all of the aforementioned.

what types of pre - established relationships are you open to ? romantic. platonic. familial. other. all of the aforementioned.

ehhhh. not really a pre-established relationship kind of person. though I don't mind talking about where a relationship might go - positive, negative, or whatever's in between.

do you have otps ? no. chemistry only. yes.

with pino, it's generally anyone who will accept him and let him lean on them. with the lyoko warriors? poly group, don't @ me my pals and I knew what we were doing when we came up with that. pizzelle? rosette, naturally. vigilante? i might be one of the extremely few peppino and vig supporters. the manipulator? bro they [SPOILERS] because of [SPOILERS] but idm a weird hatemance thing either--

do you have notps ? no. yes.

look I've been in the CL tag, I know there's a freak in there. stop it. get some help. besides that, my pizzelle isn't really interested in (most) pizzanos. since the one I planned to eventually develop a decent relationship with dropped off tumblr, well. uh. so far I'm not really interested in pepperman/vigilante? it feels like a case of 'pair the spares' and that's not... really my thing tbh.

what is your muse’s sexual orientation ? heterosexual. bisexual. pansexual. homosexual. demisexual. asexual. still trying to figure it out. depends on the muse you’re asking.

what is your muse’s romantic orientation ? heteroromantic. biromantic. homoromantic. panromantic. demiromantic. aromantic. still trying to figure it out. depends on the muse you’re asking.

are you comfortable writing smut ? no. selectively. yes.

no strangers. if you're a stranger I'm not comfortable jumping in, and I have a couple of boundaries to abide by. and like 95% of the time I don't wanna do that publically anyway >> but otherwise, eh, occasionally.

how early in a relationship do you ship romantically ? autoship. during plotting. after a couple ic interactions. several ic interactions. slow burn. plot dependent. never.

are you open to toxic ships ? no. selectively. yes. i am not sure.

it 100% depends on how 'toxic' the ship is. while I enjoy a good hatemance, if things get too realistically toxic I'm outta there.

are you open to problematic ships ? no. selectively. yes. i am not sure.

'problematic ships'. just say it bro. we know what you mean. :/

are you open to polyshipping ? no. selectively. yes. i am not sure.

I'm poly irl so this is sort of a continuation of that.

are you an exclusive shipper ? never. sometimes. yes. i would be open to discuss it.

does crack shipping ever happen ? nope. yes. depends.

tagged. thanks @lultimagoccia :)

tagging. get going gamers

#!ooc #!dash meme

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snurtle · 2 years ago

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hi snurtle! i was wondering you would consider removing the "Keep Reading" cut from your character opinion bingo card for Orihime Inoue? You see, the "Keep Reading" is handy to have around for long posts, but if i were to reblog a post with one of those "Keep Reading" cuts to my blog, and i click on the "Keep Reading" link from my blog, it'll transport me to the original poster's blog [in this case, it's YOU! You are the original poster!]. Cool cool . . . but if you were to ever deactivate your account, or delete the post, or get banned, or get deleted by Tumblr, whatever was hiding under the 'Keep Reading' cut will also get whisked away with your account. But I love your thorough explanation of Orihime Inoue, and I would like to save it to my blog without worrying about it getting taken away. I don't mind that it's long; I just hope you wouldn't mind it's length either.

for reference, you posted the character opinion bingo card on Orihime Inoue on november 15th, 2022:

@unloquita It's sweet of you to ask! It makes me happy to think that people like words I've written enough to want to save them somewhere. :>

I also didn't know that readmores result in link rot if the original blog vanishes. Yeek! 😬

I've taken the cut out, so now the long long long glory of that particular character opinion deep dive is now archival quality.

#<3 I've been working like a maniac recently #so seeing a nice ask during one of the few seconds i've been online was so nice!#i hope this is helpful #and you made me learn something new today so yay

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purlturtle · 2 years ago

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OK for the AO3 wrapped ask...

3, 5, 10, 11, 12, 20, 28, 29, and 30 please!! 💜

Oh goodness, this is gonna run long! I'll put it under a Readmore!

Thank you for the ask! Here's the list, if anyone wants to ask some other questions!

3: What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

There are several, for several reasons:

I'm proud of my first fic cycle, the Kathryn/Marie stories, because as a first work, they still hold up even now, and they're also a long ass series!

I'm proud of And Now You, for being the longest single fic I've ever written, as well as for how good it turned out

I'm proud of Angel, Sinner, Dragonslayer, and the POV change at the end :D

5: What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

In The Warmth Of Friends, for sure. I hadn't been aware, before that, that kidfic - especially fics in which Christina is saved - are so popular in the fandom!

10: What work was the quickest to write?

I wrote each of the following 5K+ stories within a day. I think in terms of length to time taken, they were the quickest:

Found

Roppongi Tokyo Butler Café

Moscow

11: What work took you the longest to write?

Objectively, And Now You. In terms of how interminable it seemed, That Halloween Story. If I ever get it finished, the Pirate AU will overtake them both.

12: How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

Uhhh... a lot? Half a dozen, I'd say; I honestly don't wanna look.

20: Which work of yours have you reread the most?

Probably Kathryn/Marie because they've been around the longest. I do re-read all of my fics, and have read several of them multiple times. Sometimes I don't want "just" a comfort fic, but my own comfort fic!

28: Favorite work you wrote this year?

That's a tie between The One Where They're Both Assassins because what a wonderful 'verse to play in Lonely-Night created, and A tall ship, and a... ghost to steer her with?!, because how can you not love a fic that came to you in a literal dream?!

29: Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

And then – Myka grinned in expectation as a fireboat approached them from Constable Hook. “Watch this,” she said, and then reveled in Helena’s gasp and full-body startle as the fireboat started spraying water from every single spout. “For her?” Helena said in a choked voice. She turned to Myka, eyes shining and full. “All of this, for my ship?” Myka nodded, unable to bring words out herself in the face of Helena’s joy and pride. She didn’t even mind the possessive pronoun; Moira was Helena’s ship in many ways. This time, not even Pete could stop her; in a flash, Helena was on the bowsprit, holding to a rigging line with one hand and waving her hat with the other, laughing with her head thrown back as the fireboat aimed one of her guns high across Moira’s bow to create a rainbow.

From A tall ship, and a... ghost to steer her with?!

30: Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Realizing I am able to post unfinished stories, or go with "good enough; just post it". I am very much a perfectionist with my writing, and realizing that I don't have to be was very surprising.

#ask meme #ask me #get to know your author

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slitheringblu · 2 years ago

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Guidelines

Basics:

Recap I RP about anything that could be brought up. From shitposting to full out violence, gore and so on. This is TF2 after all. Some more sensitive subjects might take place depending on the situation/plot, and so on.

If you are not sure about something just ask me, I hardly bite.

I will tag some things the best I can and some will be put under a readmore.

I love AUs and other things alike though if there are to be crossovers it will depend I am not too picky. Does not mean I don’t want to RP with you otherwise.

I am a ‘single’ ship blog. So when I say muse is taken, he’s taken.

Chemistry for either family, lovers or friends is a must.

When it comes to shipping I will not judge what and who you ship with. To each, their own just do not expect me to ship something you do and vice Versa.

I don’t always follow back everyone, so please take no offense I appreciate follows it just things clog my dash or your muse just might not be the type my muses would interact with but don’t feel too say to hit me up even if we are not mutuals.

As I have said I RP with just about anyone, these are multiverse muses, OCs are welcome obviously. Just please have a bit of a background history so I can understand what kind of characters they are.

I would be happy to interact with more than one version of Canon characters, Au or not and such.

I AM open to constructive criticism about my OC, I am always looking to improve and correct errors.

No nos:

Do not kill my muses without having talked about the situation, give a fair fight. You can fatally injure but NO KILLING unless there is an okay Please. It would be rather rude to flat out kill my character.

Having scuffles and fights can be spontaneous. If my character pisses yours off feel free to take a shot at him. Expect him to react the same way vice versa.

Don’t expect him to go down after one hit. Russet is literally a mass of muscle.

No Godmodding or try to OP my muses right off the bat. Unless it is a thing your muse can do as a power just give a head’s up in the tags or PM.

Do not force my muses into a relationship unless both parties agree and there is chemistry. That means just because one ships it the other mun might not. Crushes and unrequited love are just as great.

I won’t RP mature situations with minor RPers and muses below the age of at least 18 so don’t ask. It does not mean i won’t RP with you otherwise.

New rule added that if we do not interact, IC or OOC anywhere from three weeks to a full month I will unfollow, simple as that. Unless said person disappears I’ll give it a while first before it seems they are not coming back then proceeded to do so.

About Mun:

Mun is a 25+ year old female. So in case of things needing to be “legal” there you go. But I wont RP smutty things with minors. So please don’t lie about your age.

New Note that I am uncomfortable with RPing with people younger than 18-20 as I feel like a total creep otherwise.

OOC is [ ]

As far as I have been RPing at least 9 years by now but my writing can still get hazy due to dyslexia. so excuse any grammar mistakes as I will try to make sure they are correct. Though as of late my details have been lacking due to health issues so if I sound off or does not make sense let me know and I will try to clarify.

I DO RP in the PM box, so if things seem to skip that is why. If you prefer to use one of the alternatives to RP then that is fine.

I hope I do not appear intimidating as I am actually a nervous cluster of anxiety, so i am more likely to be shyer than you and hope to make friends.

Your length is my length so it can go from short to long and detailed as i can get. But something of substance is great. One liners are mostly for crack RPs.

Mun has NO triggers save not wanting to talk politics

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fluffyeddybear · 2 years ago

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I think I forgot to talk about watching the CGI Digimon movie. It’s the movie completely separate from any anime so no digidestined or humans involved and it goes into the origin of the X forms digimon get. What got my attention was a gifset years ago that showed a baby digimon just straight up dead and it’s known for how bad the CGI is. It’s dated and a lil wonky and because of how old it is, the quality was also low, but the fight scenes and some animations were nicely done. And I enjoyed the story, especially because we got a good look at the Royal Knights digimon, my favorite lore. I gush about the story under a readmore to cut length.

The story starts with how scary and hectic the digital world has become. King Drasil was overloaded with how many digimon there were, so he carried some digimon to a new server and released the X program to wipe out the remaining digimon, a plan called Project Ark. So overpopulation which is....eugenics. Had me worried at first, but thankfully it’s framed as a tragic occurrence and King Drasil is the main antagonist. Some digimon survived the X program and developed an X-antibody to gain immunity and that gave them new forms and the chance to migrate to the new digital world. Unfortunately, King Drasil caught wind of it and ordered the Royal Knights to take the X digimon out. Also regular digimon hated X digimon because they shouldn’t exist and X digimon just wanted to live.

I felt so disappointed when one of the Royal Knights, Omnimon, showed up and not only attacked the X digimon, but he also killed the regular digimon. They just started attacking any digimon the vicinity of X digimon as well. Later at the climax, King Drasil got desperate and released an army of berserk digimon to wipe out the new digital world. The main character Dorumon digivolved throughout the movie and when he reached his adult form, he noticed he looked like the berserk digimon army. Turns out he was an experiment of KIng Drasil made for this purpose. Also another Royal Knight, Gallantmon, grew suspicious of the King and ended up sacrificing his life against Omnimon to prove a point of how the Royal Knights had changed from digimon protectors to fucking genocidal monsters.

Gallantmon did come back with his own X form to help the other digimon fight off the army, while Omnimon who had a change of heart after going too far and killing his comrade, teamed up with Dorumon (now DoruGreymon) to confront King Drasil. At the height of the battle with the King, DoruGreymon changes to Alphamon, another Royal Knight, and he and Omnimon defeat King Drasil, resetting and saving the digital world. All they had to do was turn his ass off and on again lmao. It was a wild ride with how apocalyptic and genuinely tense things got especially because digimon actually died throughout the movie.

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 2 years ago

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Welcome back, my lovelies~! We’ve got another story on our hands, and I’m glad to share it with you all. Joining us today is a certain android deity: Ortho! Say hi, Ortho!

[Greetings, everyone! Fauna Taleweaver was so kind to invite me to share a few stories with you all.]

“Eh? Hey, are you really a god? You’re more…metal-y than any of the ones I’ve seen so far.”

[Oh? Why, yes, I am a god. According to my historical records, there have been several deities in the ancient times that wore grant metal armor to war and even in peace. What’s so unusual about the fact that I am made of metal? Even Deuce Spade wears his armor with pride.]

I guess every deity is unique in their own way.

“Hrm…so what’s this story you’re gonna tell us, huh?”

[It’s one of my favorite memories with my big brother and younger sibling.]

Huh?! Wait, Ortho…what do you mean ‘younger sibling’? I thought Idia was your only brother?

[Well, you see Fauna Taleweaver, that was the case…for a long while anyway. But centuries ago, that changed. In fact, I’ve gotten big brother’s permission to share his side of the story!]

“Really? That recluse???”

[Believe it or not, my big brother was the one who put everything into motion, and…he even made me see my duties in a new light and change the way I rehabilitate broken souls! You see…]

WARNING: Implied character death but nothing descriptive; tagged just in case. I wasn't sure what else to tag it under, but please let me know if I need to add another tag and I will do so as soon as I can! Story under a readmore for length, but mostly focusing on the wholesome character growth!

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“Greetings, number 5294831! Your colors are looking brighter by approximately fifteen percent–an improvement compared to last week’s scans. Oh? Number 1574, you’re looking rather dim according to my current data. My brother upgraded my systems and functions just this morning, so let’s see what options are available to assist you.”

Idia watched in silence as Ortho worked, observing the younger deity floating about Limbo as he checked on his wards. Everything seemed to be going according to design–not that he doubted his skills of course. And yet, he couldn’t help but gaze at the vast cavern, a soft frown on his face. ‘There are far more souls here than normal,’ he thought.

Everywhere he looked there were souls, each one in a deplorable condition. Most had arrived in varying shades of gray, some barely clinging to a hint of the once vibrant colors they were meant to have. Some he could see even from afar the cracks in their core, looking like fragile glass ready to shatter at the slightest touch. Others…they were so far faded that he almost missed one that floated by in front of his face.

Lost…fragile…broken…these were the souls that Ortho focused on the most, working around the clock to restore the bright hues they once held. It seemed a Herculean task, for every soul he saved, two arrived in danger of fading away forever. Even though this part of the job wasn’t in his lane, Idia could see how distressed his little brother was to see these souls vanish, too weak to survive…

What in Seven’s name was even going on in the mortal realm that so many souls come to them practically taped and glued together?

Sighing, Idia uttered, “What a drag…being a mortal should be easy mode compared to the nightmare god mode we deities have, even when they’re not fighting lame wars. At least it should be way easier than getting an uber deluxe limited edition Hizu Matsune figure…”

[:...Hi…zu…?:]

“Eep!?” he squeaked, staring at the tiny humanoid shape hiding in the nook near the entrance. “D-Don’t do that!”

The tiny body quickly retreated, huddling into a nook in the stone wall with a whimper. It was then that he realized it was a mortal soul–or rather, a child’s mortal soul. What were they even doing here?! There’s only ever been adult or elderly souls here in Limbo…maybe there has been an uptick in teenagers and young adult souls, but…children??? That shouldn’t happen…

[:...s…orr…y…don…hurt me,:] the little soul whispered quietly, their transparent ‘body’ flickering like a flashlight’s failing battery. [:P…lease…:]

Realizing that they were scared of him, he hesitantly knelt down and–in as calm a voice as he could muster–he spoke softly and said, “I-It’s okay…I’m not going to hurt you. You don’t have to be scared…” Oh Sevens, he wasn’t good with children–well, people in general anyway, but still! Taking a breath, he asked, “How uh…how did you get here? Shouldn’t you be over in the fields of Purga…tory…”

As soon as the words left his mouth it finally sank in the condition of the soul itself: dark cracks creating a spider web effect across its surface, black-violet ooze staining the inner core, and the color…the original color of the soul had all but completely faded from existence. It was impossible to tell what color it originally was, just like the other broken souls.

[:I…don’t…remember,:] the soul said, its voice distorted as they covered their head in their hands. [:It’s dark…and scary…mama…papa…where are you? You…you promised…you would come get me before…:]

“Before…what?” Idia asked, voice quiet.

[:...the monsters…:]

He felt a chill go down his spine at this, though he couldn’t quite place why as he asked, “What monsters?”

[:Monster…the monsters…! They’re coming! The monsters are coming!! AAAAAA-!!!:]

The soul–though it had no lungs–unleashed a haunting wail so shrill that Idia’s blood ran cold and his ears began ringing, forcing him to cover them. Before he could even think of calling for help, a blur of black and blue appeared next to him and a gentle lullaby began to play from the speakers built into his frame. Idia could hear Ortho’s muffled voice as he said, “Please settle down, number 429754. Your core is in critical condition and cannot take much more stress. Please don’t worry–there are no monsters here. You’re safe now.”

Whether it was the music or his words, the ghostly wails died down to quiet whimpers, the corporeal form curled into a tight ball before fading away and leaving behind a faintly glowing glass orb. As Ortho picked up the core and held it close, Idia saw the black-violet ooze spread further and recognized the all too familiar material.

Blot…

“...how did this happen?” Idia asked.

Ortho seemed to hesitate, looking unsure of what to say before looking down. “I found this one in the remains of a small town,” he finally said. “It was overrun by a pack of Soulless Ones. Deuce Spade and Rook Hunt managed to stop them from escaping to the next mortal settlement, but…there were only five survivors out of a roster of three hundred mortals.”

Soulless Ones…mortals whose souls were corrupted by blot, leaving behind a hollow shell of their mortal bodies to become twisted and mangled amalgamations of corruption. These abominations become little more than zombies, seeking out uncorrupted mortals in search of their own lost soul until nothing is left. He’d heard from Azul how the other deities were struggling to contain the spread, but…he never imagined it could ever get this bad.

“How did you manage to save this soul?” he asked. “I thought mortals attacked by those things had an instant-KO?”

“According to my scans of the mortal shell, they possessed DNA from a deity relative–inconclusive if parent or a distant. By my calculations, this was the only thing that kept their soul safe long enough for me to slow the spread of blot. Now, however…their core is unstable.” Though his eyes closed in a smile, Idia could see that it didn’t quite reach the same way it normally would. “Once I take them to the Stardust River for their first cleansing, we may begin tailoring a proper recovery plan to mend the cracks and heal their light.”

“Eh? You haven’t taken them to the river yet?”

“No. My simulation program indicates that a full submersion in its current state would cause unnecessary stress on the soul, accelerating the spread of blot. I’ve been applying drops from the vial that Lilia Vanrouge gifted me to help with mending some of the cracks. Once the soul is sufficiently calm, I will take them to the Stardust River.”

He felt a pang of guilt that refused to leave him be, taking his focus away even from his gaming match later that night. As the God of Death, Idia rarely interfered with the lives of mortals, let alone interacted with them. Yet seeing his younger brother struggle to understand how to soothe such a young soul traumatized by creatures that were never meant to exist…

Then, he remembered the sadness in Ortho’s eyes, the sheer worry in his voice as he gently tended to the fragile soul. With a deep breath, he released it in a nervous sigh and uttered, “Why am I doing this to myself…?” before pulling out his phone and dialing a number.

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“Good morning, number 429754! How are you to…huh? Big brother? What are you doing here?”

Turning to face the small android, Idia crunched down on the snack he’d been munching on and said, “Watching Hizu Matsune music videos before we watch the series Shimmer Heart Sugar Stars. There’s a new season that just released today, and we already finished the first two seasons last night.”

“Huh?” Ortho uttered in confusion, shaking his head in disbelief. “But…you’re never here in Limbo unless I am, and you’ve rarely shown any interest in interacting with mortal souls for very long.”

Idia shrugged and said, “After what happened yesterday, I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said. So…I figured I’d try something different.”

Looking in the direction that he pointed, he gasped in amazement and said, “You managed to get them back into their corporeal form! How did you-??”

“Well…you said you couldn’t start the recovery plan until they were calm enough to take a dip in the river, right? After everything they’ve been through…I reached out to Lilia for a few cheat codes.”

“Cheat codes?”

“Yeah. Compared to us, he’s boss level in terms of kids and childcare, so he’d know a few strategies to calm one down, right? He said to find something that interests them, so…” With a wide, toothy grin, he gestured to the screen displaying bright and colorful characters singing and dancing together as he said, “After remembering how they reacted when I mentioned Hizu Matsune, I came up with the ultimate gaming strategy! Using top notch music videos and anime shows with the perfect amount of cheerful and sappy cuteness, it’s the perfect plan to calm them and catch up on my backlog, sending them on the path to a visit in the Stardust River! Pretty clever if I do say so myself. Sound good, Shims?”

“Huh? Shims??”

The soul looked up at him, a flash of pink-red light flaring within as they smiled and nodded. [:Can we…watch more, please?:] they asked, pointing to the screen.

“Sure, Shims.” Tapping away at his keyboard, the screen changed to an opening theme song with a peppy beat, the soul swaying and bouncing happily to the music. “We should be done with this season within a few hours if we don’t take breaks.”

Ortho, despite having a mask covering his mouth, looked gobsmacked as he stared at the two. A moment later he shook his head, activating his scanners and examining them closely. “Oh! Readings indicate that the soul’s color’s are showing a twenty percent increase! They’re still faint, but by comparison to the five percent it was yesterday it is still an improvement.” Looking up at Idia, he said, “At this rate…we should be able to take number 429754 to the Stardust River in less than a month! You’re a genius, big brother!”

[:Shims…:]

“Huh?”

[:Shims…my name is Shims,:] the soul said, pointing at the screen again. [:Shimmer…makes me happy. Call me Shims…please?:]

“Oh…of course, Shims!” Giggling, Ortho said, “Perhaps we can find more fun things to help with your recovery plan. And perhaps I can incorporate this method to ensure the recovery of the other souls! May I join?”

“Sure,” Idia said as he and Shims moved over so he could have a seat. “Should we start from the opening again?”

“Yes!”/[:Yes!:]

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Every day afterwards Idia made time to enter Limbo with Ortho with a new series in hand, finding that Shims enjoyed listening to him ramble for hours on end about his favorite shows and games and manga. With each storyline he told and the characters that brought the story to life, he could see the enchantment on their transparent face grow and the color blossoming brighter. There were times he was forced to ease back when the core reacted to the blot, which had slowed its spread yet still remained present. Ortho kept reassuring him that they were making good progress and that the stardust drops were helping, but he couldn’t help but feel anxious each time he saw the pain on their face.

Finally–after what seemed like an eternity–Ortho deemed them ready for the journey. Only…

“It’s okay, Shims. We need to make our way to the Stardust River if we are to begin your recovery program.”

[:No! Don’t want to leave!:]

“But don’t you want to feel better?”

[:Noooo…the monsters are out there! Please don’t leave me!:]

Ortho sighed as he moved back, hovering near the crevice that Shims had hidden themselves in. “What am I going to do with you?” he wondered aloud. “This has never happened before. What protocol should I follow…?”

Idia watched as Ortho pondered over what to do, frowning in concern. Sure, Shims had gotten better at speaking and had come out of their shell more, but now it seemed like they had reverted to their terrified self again. By now the blot had spread farther than it had in the beginning, consuming more than half of their core and ooze starting to seep out. What were they going to do? Even if their soul was part deity, it could only preserve their core for so long before it was consumed…

“Big brother, what are we going to do?” Ortho asked, snapping him out of his thoughts as he noticed how bothered his younger brother was at this situation. “We can’t leave them here for much longer, and we’re running out of time.”

“I…don’t know,” he uttered, looking back at his phone at the messages he’d gotten. “Lilia mentioned that some kids could be stubborn, but he never said what to do in this case. I don’t have a cheat code for this and they don’t want to watch or play anything…”

“...you were able to connect with them, big brother.”

“Eh?”

“You were the one who managed to help heal Shims’ soul core so we could even make it to this point.” Gesturing to the hiding soul, Ortho said, “They might listen to you if you speak to them.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling a surge of anxiety in his chest. It was one thing to chat with them about different characters and storylines, but to try and talk to them about normie stuff?! That was hard enough the first time around! How was he supposed to do this?! He didn’t have time to prepare a strategy or-

[:...big brother…:]

He froze, staring at the soul as they stared up at him. “What…did you call me?” he mumbled.

[:Big brother…:] Shims repeated, looking ready to cry despite not having the capability to do so. [:I don’t want to go…I don’t…want to be alone again…:]

“...you…won’t be alone, Shims.” Crouching down so he was sitting back on his heels, Idia watched them for a moment before he said, “I know you’re scared, but…there’s a whole world of fun things and friends to find back in the mortal realm. Don’t you want to go and see it all again? Discover something new?”

[:But…the monsters…:] Shims’ colors began to dim again, curling into an even tighter ball than he’d seen before. [:The monsters are still out there…what if they find me again?:]

He didn’t know how to respond. ‘I always thought mortals had a permanent easy mode compared to the nightmare levels,’ he thought to himself. Looking up at the souls floating around them, something finally clicked in his mind. “...they might be there, Shims. But…if you keep hiding away, worrying about what kind of crazy scary mobs are out there…you’ll miss out on the chance to build the life you want to live.”

[:Huh…?:]

“I understand now…it doesn’t matter whether you think someone is playing on safe or easy mode–your idea of an easy playthrough may be someone else’s nightmare difficulty. And that’s okay.” Thinking back on the games he introduced to them, he said, “The point of every game is that–no matter how many times you get knocked down–you get up and try again no matter how many times it takes to reach the final boss. The journey would be long and difficult, but you’ll always find companions to help you through each level until you can beat the game and move on to the next campaign. Life may be tough, but–” glancing up at Ortho–who gave him a smile–he said, “with the right NPCs by your side, even the scariest monsters can be defeated.”

Was it his imagination, or had some of the other fragile souls drifted closer…?

[:...I…I’m scared,:] Shims said softly. [:What if…what if I can’t get back up?:]

“Then…Ortho will be there to pick you up.” Holding his hand out to them, he said, “And then when we meet again, we can play games and trade stories–just like we have been doing.” With a genuine smile, he said, “No matter how much of a normie you become, I want to hear how your campaign goes…okay?”

Shims looked from his hand to his face, slowly reaching out to rest their hand into his palm and allowing him to pull them out of their hiding place. Then, in a quiet voice, they asked, [:Will you…come with me, big brother?:]

A warm feeling spread in his chest, and he nodded as he said, “Sure…if you’re okay with having two brothers now.”

The smile on their face grew so wide he couldn’t help but grin back, Ortho happily moving over to hold their free hand in his. “Let’s go,” Ortho said. “The Stardust River awaits!”

////

[...and after the blot was cleansed from their core, we were able to restore their light to the point they could safely be reborn. Due to the nature of their heritage though, not all of their memories were cleared to allow a clean slate.]

Oh no! Were…were they okay?

[Of course, Fauna Taleweaver! In fact, they were able to live very well in several life cycles before choosing to stay with us as a new minor deity. By my calculations, they should find their calling within the next few centuries–I can’t wait!]

“Fynaaah…Faun, are you tryin’ to make me cry with all these stories?!”

Awww, you really are just a softie on the inside, huh, Grim~?

“I’m not soft! S-Stop laughing at your future god!!”

Heehee…anyway, thanks for sharing that story with us, Ortho. Oh, and thank Idia for us too!

[Absolutely! If any of your followers have any further questions about souls or the Underworld, I am happy to oblige!]

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🤩😍🙀LETS FUCKIN GOOO??? 😭😭jules like totes helped me figure out how 2 even make one of these things 🥴️🥴️🥴️ so im supes excited!!! 😜😍🥰️

honey b is HERE bayBEEEEE 😘💕

((RULES AND OOC UNDER THE READMORE, IF YOU THINK YOU HAVE ALREADY READ THEM, READ THEM AGAIN))

((another blog by me, bunny, the person who came out of nowhere swinging SEMI-LUKEWARM

honey will randomly blip out of existence with my motivation and energy levels! This does NOT mean that she wouldn't be communicating with your OCs during this time. I know it sucks to pilot an npc but please don't just assume honey is ignoring your oc, i seriously do not have the spoons to be as actively extroverted as her. i am an introvert.

theres going to be So much eyestrain on this blog, like to the point that almost every post would have an eyestrain tag, so please keep that in mind! i WILL tag flashing gifs, since i also have issues with flashing images, but if i dont clock something that you need tagged as flashing please Politely let me know, dont be a cunt id be happy to do it

gifs are tagged "gif" queue tag is "supes cute" food stuff is "yummy stuff" nails are "perfectly painted" art tag is "artsy shit" selfie tag is "super cute selfie" makeup is "looks that kill" clothes are under "wardrobe" silly shirts are under "shirts for jules"

my name is bunny, im 25+, i am not a social person and do not have the energy to talk to a lot of people at once, so either have patience or don't bother

i have several other blogs im not active on, but im occasionally on null

do not send me IMs in character, i will accept them as ooc if you don't have my discord, otherwise dont, likewise, please assume my IMs are not ic

do not leave Replies on my posts, i have stated this multiple times, i don't notice them in the deluge of activity notifications i receive, if you want to have a conversation on a post i have made reblog the post

youre free to ask for my discord but i dont guarantee that ill talk to you regularly, i am not a talkative person

im not fairly picky with who i follow and will block freely and without hesitation. im here to curate my ideal experience, not save the feelings of a stranger.

while i understand that ic=/=ooc if your character is transphobic or racist in any way please dont interact, actually

honey wouldn’t want to talk to you anyway

this page does not accept magic anons

please do not godmod to try and fix honeys issues, i dont want that, genuinely

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honey b azrael was born august 6th, 1998

she’s bi-racial korean, born in texas

she is 4'8" (her boots typically put her at at least 5’), approx 240 lbs

honey was embraced on january 23rd of 2021

honey's status as a human is well-maintained and has not revealed publicly that she is a vampire

honey is a thinblood with the following: lifelike, vampiric resilience, discipline affinity, day drinker, long bond, prey exclusion: children, vitae dependency, baby teeth

Strength: 3/5 Dexterity: 2/5 Stamina: 3/5 Charisma: 4/5 Manipulation: 2/5 Composure: 3/5 Intelligence: 2/5 Wits: 2/5 Resolve: 1/5

Humanity: 9/10

honey is a party girl and there will be mentions of drug/alcohol use and i will tag them as “drug mention” or “alcohol mention” if mentioned

nsfw content will be tagged as “nsfw //”

honey is pansexual and romantically committed to cherry, juan and romantically interested in alessio, and in general sexually available

honey is NOT doing okay, no matter what she tells you, any and all trauma she has endured will not be talked about at length unless there are warnings put in place in the tags, always assume dead dove do not eat policy

honeys best friend circle consists of dolls, sam and jules

she loves making friends and talking to people, though, so feel free to shoot her a message! she WILL talk to you

if your character is rude or just generally mean for no real reason (there are funny exceptions to this rule) honey will not want to speak with you and will probably unfollow you

ooc follows are fine, if i dont interact with your character much ill probably end up unfollowing, though

will add more if i can think of anything

#super cute selfie #gif #artsy shit

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