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i need (and want) to watch the latest peaceful property ep
... but i also want to rewatch we are
#what's new you may ask? nothing.#but it's my healing show esp for friendship and i need it today/tomorrow#peaceful property#peaceful property on sale#we are the series
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*sigh* thoughts on Nintendo's botw/totk timeline shenanigans and tomfoolery?
tbh. my maybe-unpopular opinion is that the timeline is only important when a game's place on the timeline seriously informs the way their narrative progresses. the problem is that before botw we almost NEVER got games where it didn't matter. it matters for skyward sword because it's the beginning, and it matters for tp/ww/alttp (and their respective sequels) because the choices the hero of time makes explicitly inform the narrative of those games in one way or another. it matters which timeline we're in for those games because these cycles we're seeing are close enough to oot's cycle that they're still feeling the effects of his choices. botw, however, takes place at minimum 10 thousand years after oot, so its place on the timeline actually functionally means nothing. botw is completely divorced from the hero of time & his story, so what he does is a nonissue in the context of botw link and zelda's story. thus, which timeline botw happens in is a nonissue. honestly I kind of liked the idea that it happened in all of them. i think there's a cool idea of inevitability that can be played with there. but the point is that the timeline exists to enhance and fill in the lore of games that need it, and botw/totk don't really need it because the devs finally realized they could make a game without the hero of time in it.
#i really do have a love-hate relationship with this timeline#because it's FASCINATING lore. genuinely. and i think it carries over the themes of certain games REALLY well#but i also think it's indicative of a trend in loz's writing that has REALLY annoyed me for a long time#which is this intense need to cling to oot#and on a certain level i get it. that was your most successful game probably ever. and it was an AMAZING game.#and i think there's definitely some corporate profit maximization tied up in this too--oot was an insane commercial success therefore you'r#not allowed to make new games we need you to just remake oot forever and ever#and that really annoys me because it makes certain games feel disjointed at best and barely-coherent at worst.#i think the best zelda games on the market are the ones where the devs were allowed to really push what they were working with#oot. majora. botw. hell i'd even put minish cap in there#these are games that don't quite follow what was the standard zelda gameplay at their time of release. they were experimental in some way#whether that be with graphics or puzzle mechanics or open-world or the gameplay premise in its entirety. there's something NEW there#and because the devs of those games were given that level of freedom the gameplay really enforces the narrative. everything feels complete#and designed to work together. as opposed to gameplay that feels disjointed or fights against story beats. you know??#so I think that the willingness to allow botw and totk to exist independently from the timeline is good at the very least from a developmen#standpoint because it implies a willingness to. stop making shitty oot remakes and let developers do something interesting.#and yes i do very much fear that the next 20 years of zelda will be shitty BOTW remakes now#in which botw link appears and undergoes the most insane character assassination youve ever seen in your life#but im trying to be optimistic here. if botw/totk can exist outside the timeline then we may no longer be stuck in the remake death loop#and i'm taking eow as a good sign (so far) that we're out of the death loop!! because that game looks NOTHING like botw or oot.#fingers crossed!!#anyway sorry for the game dev rant but tldr timeline good except when it's bad#asks#zelda analysis
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i didn’t do it, i didn’t do it for love; what did i do it for?
[sequel piece to kill the sparrow]
#sleep token#sleep token art#sleep token vessel#sleep token ii#sleep token fanart#bygone art#blood#blood tw#death#death tw#ask to tag#<- idk what warnings are appropriate for this exactly#but yeah. please please please read the fic it has more context#for those who did:#at the end of the day in this timeline the cycle doesn't end. not with them#vessel ends up on the other end of the blade. he knew he would. he has known from the beginning#and it still hurts#not getting his throat slit; he has come to terms with that. it's who's holding the dagger to his neck#the one before was a stranger to him; still not easy to kill but easier when you feel nothing for them#ii is a friend. a bandmate. the closest person in vessel's whole life and he has to die by his hands#it isn't easy to let go. for either of them. but holy duty stands above any feelings they may have.#there's no vessel now; just a lifeless body that housed sleep once and never will again#there is no ii either. a new vessel now stands reborn#he is without a name but his new purpose is grander than he'll ever be#his demise laid out right in front of him#slumped at his feet#okay enough writing in the tags alex i hope you shit yourself (very affectionate)#sparrowverse#bygone lore
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I'm not sure if I told you guys about the time I dreamed that 20ish Jason Todd died yet again and Death was pissed off because "really? Again? Wtf Batman. The universe doesn't keep reviving your son just so you can see how much he lasts!" And "He has a work to do you know?!". Besides, she's fond of the bright young soul.
So, she calls her uncle to help him. And what you know? Her uncle is the God of Death (because yes, my brain is like that sometimes). They sit to talk and come up with a solution.
First, taking advantage of the effects still present of the last time-space crisis and the spirits protecting the soul, they regress the time of this universe to when Jay had just left All Caste, way before he had came back to Gotham.
Then, Death places Red Hood!Jason's memories on the soul of his younger self. Not too harsh to force his soul to crack, but not too light to let them fall. Just deep enough so he finds them when he meditates.
And by last, God of Death tells the spirits where they should guide the boy to. The perfect place for him.
Where is the best place for a soul who craves for home and safety? Of course, that's with someone who has the heart to care and accept a new loved one and the determination to protect them.
That's how Jason Todd, teenage assassin in an existential crisis, ends up waking up in the softest bed he has ever been in some foreign country. At his side there's a redhead teen sitting in a sofa, a book in his hands and other boy— this one with black hair and pajamas— lying on his lap.
The redhead— Cale, as he presents himself— is mysterious but kind hearted guy. He also knows things. So much so that if he weren't as he is, Jason would suspect. As things are, he knows he's just used to collect information. A bit like a bat, but not quite. A bat would plan how to use it against the possible enemy. Cale? Well, he doesn't even bother to hide what he realized about him. He's also ridiculously casual about it.
Who offers an assassin if they want their hidden weapons back? This guy, apparently.
Jason only knows he's not totally unconscious because at one point an old guy entered with tea and pastries for the three and Cale, the little shit, choose that moment to reassure Jason.
"Don't worry. My butler is an assassin too and we don't treat him different for it."
The old geezer almost let got the porcelain teapot to the floor. Though, points for him for recovering so fast.
"Young master? May this Ron know who you would be talking about?"
"Hm? Who do you think? Hans? The only thing he can kill is Rok Soo's humor. It's you, obviously."
"..."
Rok Soo, the sleeping beauty complex guy pretending to be asleep on Cale's lap, was sweating badly. If everyone in the room weren't already aware he was clearly pretending, someone may had thought he was ill.
Later on, he realizes there was a reason Cale had said that at that moment.
He's looking at the butler subtly terrorize the boys to behave, treating the siblings like two particularly mischievous puppies. Then he turns around and uses the same tune to advise him to be careful with his wounds. And that's when he thinks 'Oh. He doesn't see me as a menace'.
Of course he doesn't. His employer just confirmed he's aware of his identity— at least partially— and his own nature. The biggest advantage of an assassin is their secrecy. After their identity is exposed, the only reason they won't attack is if the assassin believes the risk is worthy. Telling the assassin he knows he's an assassin was his way to show Jason's own intentions: none.
Jason didn't intend to end up in that field where these teens find him. He didn't intend to be brought in their vacation house. He definitely didn't plan that the people to found him passed out would be whoever these rich guys were.
But he didn't have anything against all of this either.
Well, maybe the wound. He could make it without the blood loose and the soon-to-be scar to add to his collection.
Either way, at least he had a safe place to stay and think. Just think. Because, the memories he saw— what is he supposed to do now that he has his answer?
His da— Bruce. Bruce didn't care for him as much as Jason does for Bruce. Bruce obviously didn't love him as he thought. And certainly, Bruce was way more willingly to harm him than he believed.
And Jason— well, Jason couldn't waste a second life on a man who didn't put hin even at the same level than the Joker of all people. But maybe his expectatives were too high? He hadn't planned what to do if his life was meaningless to him.
So, Jason needed time. Time to ponder and heal. Those things are better done in a safe place.
That's what Jason has in mind when Cale offers him to stay with them.
#lcfxdc#jason todd#original cale henituse#og cale#og cale henituse#kim rok soo#ron molan#Jason Henituse AU#jason gets adopted eventually#the day jason tells them about his death is the day og cale calls ron#“hey. i have a job for you if you're interested”#“young master cale. this ron is not your butler anymore”#“who said anything about that? i mean your other profession”#choi han alver and everyone in the background: shocked pikachu face#“the joker. do you know about that bastard clown? i need him dead”#next day jason wakes up with gotham on the news and cale looks suspiciously pleased#alver pretends he knows nothing#because that ugly circus slender man sounded like a living nightmare#killing what? he doesn't know#don't you think the air feels fresher today?#choi han helps distracting batman#most suspicious distraction ever#and where was rok soo? you may ask#dumbass got injured and had jason looking over him#the spirits are like shining colorful balls of soft light#or bubbles#jason didn't know they were there until his trainment with all caste#but they tend to follow him and the other two around#rok soo is a henituse too#he was adopted when he was young and the Henituse (deruth/violan+the kids) traveled to korea
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hhhhhhh i need someone in my fandom be into burps bc i neeeeeed burping headcannons for the guys i like😭😭😭😭 i cant make them myself and i know i’ll never get them:’)
Anon, I see you and feel this so much. It's hard being into something a bit more out there kink-wise or fandom-wise, but the intersection of both is even tougher. Believe me, I know how much it sucks for there to not be anything out there!
BUT while it might not be optimal, not all hope is lost. It never hurts to ask around in kink spaces if anyone else is into [x media]. Or alternately, simply try daydreaming. It might sound silly, but a good dose of fantasizing and seeing where your mind takes you can be a great way to come up with hcs. You don't have to do anything more with them or share them (though you always could)- sometimes there can be something enjoyable about finding kinky joy in daydreams all for yourself.
#i mean take me for an example#there is nothing else i've found out there about burping and my fave beyond the single fic i wrote#yes i keep saying i'll write a post about my hcs for him but honestly?#i have not had the time or the right opportunity to get in the right headspace for it lately#so i'm letting these ideas come to me one by one so i can do something more with them eventually#but until then- and even if i weren't going to post about them- what i have are still ideas i enjoy thinking about#tune into your desires and let your mind wander#it may end up in some strange but fun new places#imagination is a wonderful thing#but if that's something you struggle with (as in you have a hard time even coming up with ideas)#there's 0 shame in looking at things people have written about burps irt their faves or in general#it is human to see another's creativity and spin it off in your own way#anyway i clearly wish you luck!#ask#answered#anon
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Going through the Utahim.e tag had me checking several times if at some point I had clicked on the G.ojo/Utahim.e one instead
#It's mainly the ship and mainly ship art. Very pretty btw. There's people with gorgeous styles there#There isn't even a lot of x reader fics haha I guess people don't want to bang Utahime?#Anyway... lowkey wished this happened with Ijichi lol#I so wanted Ijichi to mention or even hint at a mention of Gojo one last time like they did with Nanami#If nothing else for the weight of it all. The weight of feeling your youth dying piece by piece alongside the people who made it out#And everything it implies#Art of Shoko dealing with Gojo's death even in a cold way always strikes hard for that motive but I always love it#with pretty much everyone of those years. There was one piece I saw once that was not explicitly or necessarily romantic about Utahime#being hit by Gojo's death and I don't recall exactly how it was (I think I may have queued it?)#but it moved me more than any piece more clearly emotional that I had seen before#I don't know. I thought it held the potential of that. That weird uncomfortable heartbreaking feeling#of hearing bad news about old friends or classmates and how it makes you realise the weight of time#They suffered and accident. They tried to kill themselves. They are very sick. Their sibling or parent died. And you knew these people#You saw them daily for years. Maybe you weren't close but you knew these people. They cut my bangs when I was eight and I punched them#I tripped over them playing hide and seek and we both lost at the same time. We both hated each other's favourite teacher#They borrowed my pen once and then never gave it back. I once drenched them at the fountain after PE and it was winter but they laughed#Their mother got mad though. Now she's dead. We were made to sit together in French class in middle school. They loved to keep their hair l#Now they're sick and have lost their hair#Their little sibling was so annoying always trying to make us play with them during recess too. It was kinda cute. Now they're dead#I don't know. That kind of stuff#Utahime boosts Gojo and then he dies. Shoko opens him up to make a tool of his body#Ijichi accompanies another kid to clean after him in the meanwhile. And then the realisation hits. He is dead#He was annoying. He was my friend. He was so rude#He had such a sweet tooth. He laughed so loudly. He used to lean over people when talking with them#We were kids once. We are here now. He isn't here anymore. Some of us haven't been here anymore for a long while. It's been so long#He was still young. I am still young. We felt so old. At times it feels as if the time back then didn't happen at all.#And now he's dead and oh it's true he was so annoying but he also had such a sweet tooth. I forgot. What do I do with this memory now?#At times it felt as if the time back then didn't happen at all but then at times it shone through. He brought it back#He asked me a favour knowing I wouldn't betray his secret. He still teased the same way. He still leaned on people. But now he's dead#I don't know if I'm explaining myself well xD I think it's a pretty common emotion when it happens.Oh I forgot to censore words again sorry
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wld love to hear ur thoughts abt ur last post on true selves - @milkstore
It's really simple tbh? Basically people have this assumption that if they've never opened up to you, you can't ever know their "true face." They assume that the face that they show to the world is heavily divorced from their true self. Sure doesn't help when they act differently around different people, blah blah blah. To them, their masks are lies and their heart is truth. To be honest, I'm not sure I understand why these people think this way. Are not the different faces a person wears just different facets of their personality?
Regardless, I think because people operate under the assumption that the masks they show to the world aren't their true self, they assume they can't ever be known without their consent. It's a really ridiculous assumption tbh. It'd take a lot of conscious planning and decisions to truly create a persona that is completely unlike yourself. Like you'd literally have to be insane to do that.
In reality, people do not think much before making majority of their day to day decisions. Must you play a mental chess match to decide whether or not to greet your coworkers? Do you make conscious decisions to purchase food you dislike so nobody will know what you actually like? Do you have to physically and consciously move the muscles in your face to form a smile or a frown for every interaction? If these things do not take much conscious thought, then are you not acting true to your "true self?"
Then think about the things you consciously do or don't do. If someone disagrees with you but you don't argue back, does that not say something? If you tell jokes at work to get people to laugh, does that not reveal things? Even if these actions are not a part of your "true self," does not the fact you simply did them tell something about you?
This is just talking about actions. This doesn't even go into reactions. People assume that they are the best actors and can fool the world, but they are just fooling themselves. Initial reactions are hard to hide. True happiness and excitement is hard to fake. Feigned interest is quite easy to see. Stress, anger, and hurt are hard to gloss over. Are not emotions and the reasons for them very revealing for true selves?
And kinda going into my other post, you work from there. [Observation + observation] = intuitive observation. [Intuitive observation + intuitive observation] = mid-tier observation. Etc.
In my personal opinion, while intuitive observations are where the meat of everything is, that doesn't make simple observations less... intimate. For example, you observe a person doesn't eat many vegetables. You can rightfully assume they don't like vegetables. The very fact you noticed this means that you were paying attention to them. You know something about their true self.
#interactions#this post has a terrible ending but i ran out of points lol#but what i'm guessing is that people like this tend to assume that [thoughts/opinions = true self]#[reasonings = true self]#'i think therefore i am' sorta deal#they don't realize that by the way they act we can intuit what sort of thoughts and opinions they may have#not exactly i mean#but you can tell when you observe a person if they'll have logical opinions... emotional opinions... fake edgy opinions LOL#so in the end when they finally do open up nothing comes as a surprise because those thoughts match the person you know them to be#instead of being like 'wow that surprised me' it's more like 'yeah that makes sense lol'#getting a grip of a person's true self will take time (yes) but it's pretty easy once you've done it enough#and like.... i don't mean you take a deep dive into their psyche#but from first meeting you can tell the type of person they are#can you trust them? will they cause you issues? are they fun? will you possibly offend them? etc#everyone does this#if you want to get better though when you do get a general vibe of a person ask yourself 'why do i think this?'#'why don't i think i can trust them? why do i think i'd get along with them?' etc#at the same time though as i've said before put enough stock into your observations to protect yourself but also like...#not enough to the point you refuse to acknowledge evidence to support something else#always refine your observations and never ignore new information#always ask 'why'#ngl i have thoughts on nearly every single person i've met and am not afraid to share them but nobody ever returns the favor haha#bums me out a lot#i want someone to do an anon analysis for me HAHA
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must a fic "have plot progression" and "a pont"? is it not enough to simply have two guys talk about their feelings alongside a narrator prone to rambling for *checks notes* 6 pages and counting?
#I swear any time I try to write anything literally nothing happens#I mean it's fun for ME to ramble about character's feelings and stuff while literally nothing else happens#but I feel like most would find it boring#breaking news! local woman only knows how to write 1 (one) kind of scene! more at 8#or never idk this may never see the light of day#in order to employ the 'write like no one's reading' advice I must#always have the mindset that there is a very good chance I will never end up posting what I'm currently working on#it is quite helpful actually. but it's also the reason I only have one published fic#but see this is why I can't Do those WiP ask games bc as far as anyone needs to be concerned I do not have any WiPs#if I tell people about my WiPs that may or may not exist I will then feel under the obligation to post them Eventually#so then I can't 'write like no one's reading'#I'll just get stuck on it but get stressed that it's not getting done bc people are Expecting It and I can't disappoint anyone or I'll DIE#or something like that#Schrödinger's WiPs. the WiP that may or may not exist. you will only know about it if Taz ever ends up posing it in it's entirety#(that is not to say I mind being tagged in those WIP ask games! I am flattered to be thought of for those!)#(and who knows maybe one of these days I'll get over this weird hangup and feel comfortable posting about WiPs when prompted)#(only time will tell)#Taz's foray into writing
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I'm kinda curious to know your favorite ship dynamic (or dynamics!!)
Friends to lovers for sure!
As an aroace person myself I need SOME kind of positive dynamic already in place, and if they’re friends it’s just so easy to think of them as something more, y’know? It’s about the slow realisation that the person you’ve been friends with for so long, who’s been with you through thick and thin actually means so much more to you. The realisation that brings down an intense weight upon the one who realises, the thought that if this doesn’t go right then everything could be ruined.
Emotions, feelings, they all get thrown into the balance and that’s everything to me. Especially if they’re just. Normal friends at the start of the story. Then something big happens that throws everything off, feelings are realised, and then everything is Different. That’s where it is AT.
Even in a story where a pair isn’t friends at first! As long as they become friends and build from there it’s great. There just needs to be some kind of positive buildup for it to work.
Spiralling off a bit, but for me to ship a ship they need to have positive interactions. They need to be friends. Need to bounce off each other in a way that’s not malicious. This is why enemies to lovers doesn’t work for me. I’d never be able to understand how people can ship two people who hate/are against each other because there’s just. Nothing positive to build on lol.
#ask#nonoiswearidraw21#ship dynamics#ofc I can read a whole lot of dynamics and stuff but friends to lovers. is so soft and means so much to me#friends to lovers can just be used in SO many ways#it can be the main dymanic whilst having others just woven in y’know?#like having a long time friend -> breaking off said friendship -> then just feeling the LONGING and the PAIN of losing what you had and#realising what could’ve been simply through the loss so you rekindle what was lost and find something new#fUCK I could go on and on but I’d just bore people if so#this is why style is one of the ships ever because there is LONGING and CLOSENESS#they are lost without the other and that is CANONICAL!!#and creek may have started off with fighting (etl territory) but it was all fake and made up they didn’t actually hate each other#they built a friendship from the lies and deceit and were (regrettably) pushed into a relationship#BUT they made it work!! why? because of the BOND they share#fuck lord help me here#it’s like with bunny and how Kenny is the ONLY person butters has NOTHING against!! he RESPECTS Kenny!!#and!!! TWYLE!! tweek has ALL the qualities kyle looks for in a friend HELLO???#I could go on and on but I’ll stop there#thank you so much for the ask and I hope you’ll forgive my rambling <3#(this was hard to type bc cold hands but cold hands be dammed when passion is involved)
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you know you're fucked when you go through that mental checklist of basic needs (did i eat recently/did i get enough sleep/have i been social lately/when's the last time i showered etc) and everything is alright there but you're still feeling like stabbing yourself in the head
#it's like oh. i don't have any concrete step towards feeling better now. i just gotta live like this and hope it goes away somehow#it might be a hormonal thing bc i need my tshot today (but I'll have to wait till tuesday bc of the holiday...)#not that that's helping me in any way lol like ok i may know what's up but i can't solve it so. death it is ig#also i mean it might just be bc my brain is fucked and should be stomped till it's nonexistent. in my humble opinion.#nothing new here. i wanna die. yeah yeah whatever. i always do. now more than usual but w/e.#I'm too mentally tired to even think abt it. like usually i at least fantasize abt how I'd kms or smth#now I'm just ''i wanna go to sleep and never wake up'' booooo boring. this is why you should die you uncreative fuck#......can you tell I'm doing really bad lol#vent#negative //#suicide //#ask to tag
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arts and crafts sunday on monday: making a journal (?) for this year
#journal as in i really dont know what .not really a diary or a journal or a sketchbook but also yeah i guess so. Just a book to fill with#stuff and things. drawings collages train tickets who the hell knows. giving myself a lot of pages but not 2 many bc it wont ne daily thing#the needle is supposed to be bent btw lol its so you can loop around the stitches easier#not a bookbinding expert i just learnt it off youchewb 👍#i need to get hold of some fabric to use for the cover i have some but not enough or nothing thats cool enough#i kind of want it to be patchwork#with sequins maybe.that's allowed too#anyway hi#happy new year one and all. may it be yaoiful and bright .#i will hopefully answer an ask from before xmas soon LOL god im so * takes a billion years to reply * rn#i never replied to any of the comments on my last fic yet fjjfj i feel bad but i just haven't managed to sit down and reply but i am#extremely grateful and smile for every one#it's been a fun year on this blog btw .long may this little metalled gear community last#i predict more ocies in 2023 than ever before .#ugh need to change my header too. kaz get your breasts out of here you've been there too long.
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Back after 2 months lol
Ummm so my account got terminated for ??? reasons so i logged onto my old account while i was getting it sorted out but then! the old account also got terminated like 2 weeks later -.- Anyway staff restored them but istg if it's some 12 year old with a grudge reporting my blog(s), i am ready to throw hands
#how was my forced tumblr detox you may ask. well it sucked#i found myself on instagram of all places#i would unlock my phone stare at the app screen to find nothing interesting and lock it again#i would go on youtube to see news about taemin coming back soon like what the hell#unfortunately sometimes you gotta stare at an app and tumblr is still better than other choices i have#so even though i considered never coming back after this i feel like i would miss out on a lot. plus i like a lot of the people i follow!#i love the gay people in my phone!!! what would i do without you guys
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The Devil's Wheel
The Devil’s Wheel
“If you say yes,” said the Devil, “a single man, somewhere in the world, will be killed on the spot. But three million dollars is nothing to sneeze at, missus.”
“What’s the catch?” You squint at him suspiciously over the red-and-black striped carnival booth. You’re smarter than he thinks you are– a devil deal always has a catch, and you’re determined to catch him before he catches you.
“Well, the catch is that you’ll know you did it. And I’ll know, too. And the big man upstairs’ll know, I ‘spose. But what’s the chariot of salvation without a little sin to grease the wheels? You can repent from your mansion balcony, looking out at your waterfront views, sipping a bellini in your eighties. But hey, it’s up to you– take my deal or leave it.”
The Devil lights a cigar without a match, taking an inhale, and blowing out a cloud of deep, sweet-smelling tobacco laced faintly with something that reminds you of rotten eggs. If he does have horns, they’re hidden under his lemon yellow carnival barker hat. He wears a clean pinstripe suit and a red bowtie. No cloven hooves, no big pointy fork, but you know he’s the Devil without having to be told. Though he did introduce himself.
He’s been perfectly polite.
You know you need the money. He knows it too, or he wouldn’t have brought you here, to this strange dark room, whisking you away from your new house in the suburbs as fast as a wish. Now you’re in some sort of warehouse, where all the windows seem to be blacked out– or, maybe, they simply look out into pitch darkness, though it is the middle of the day. A single white spotlight shines down on the two of you.
“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” you say. “I bet the man is someone I know, right? My husband?”
“Could be,” the Devil says with a pointed grin. “That’s for the wheel to decide.”
He steps back and raises his black-gloved hand as the tarp flies off of the large veiled object behind him. The light of the carnival wheel nearly blinds you. Blinking lights line the sides. Jingling music blares over speakers you can’t see. The flickering sign above it reads:
THE DEVIL’S WHEEL
“Step right up and claim your fortune,” the Devil barks. “Spin the wheel and pay the price! Or leave now, and a man keeps his life.”
You examine the wheel.
The gambling addict
The doting boyfriend
The escaped convict
The dog dad
The secretive sadist
“These are all the possible men I can kill?” You ask, thumbing the side of the wheel. It rolls smoothly in your hand. Then you quickly stop, realizing that this might constitute a spin under the Devil’s rules. He flashes a smile at you, watching you halt its motion.
“Addicts, convicts, murderers– plenty of terrible options for you to land on, missus!”
“Serial wife murderer?”
“Now who would miss a fellow like that? I can guarantee that the whole world would be better off without him in it, and that’s a fact.”
The hard worker
The compulsive liar
The animal torturer
The widower
The desperate businessman
The failed musician
The beloved son
“My husband is on here too,” you say.
“Your husband Dave, yes. The wheel has to be fair, otherwise there’s simply no stakes.”
“I know what’s gonna happen,” you say, crossing your arms. “This wheel is rigged. I’m gonna spin it around, and it’ll go through all the killers and stuff, and then it’s gonna land on my husband no matter what.”
“Why, I would never disgrace the wheel that way,” the Devil says, wounded. “I swear on my own mother’s grave– may she never escape it. In fact, take one free spin, just to test it out! This one’s on me, no death, no dollars.”
You cautiously reach up to the top of the wheel and feel its heaviness in your hand. The weight of hundreds of lives. But also, millions of dollars. You pull the wheel down and let it go.
Clackity-clackity-clackity-clackity
Round and round it goes.
The college graduate
The hockey fan
The Eagle Scout
The cold older brother
The charming younger brother
The two-faced middle child
The perfectionist
The slob
Your husband Dave
Clackity-clackity-clackity.
Finally, the wheel lands on a name. A title, really.
The photographer
“Hmm, tough, missus, but that’s the way of the wheel. But hey, look! Your husband is allllll the way over here,” he points with his cane to the very bottom of the wheel, all the way on the other side from where the arrow landed. “As you can see, it’s not rigged. The wheel truly is random.”
“So… there really isn’t another catch?” You ask.
“Isn’t it enough for you to end a man’s life? You need a steeper price? If you’re really such a glutton for punishment, I’ll gladly re-negotiate the terms.”
“No, no… wait.” You examine the wheel, glancing between it and the Devil.
You really could use that three million dollars. Newly married, new house, you and your husband’s combined debt– those student loans really follow you around. He’s quite a bit older than you, and even he hasn’t paid them off yet, to the point where the whole time you were dating you watched him stress out about money. You had to have a small, budget wedding, and a small, budget honeymoon. Three million dollars could be big for the two of you. You could re-do your honeymoon and go somewhere nice, like Hawaii, instead of just taking two weeks in Atlantic City. You deserve it.
Even so, do you really want to kill an innocent photographer? Or an innocent seasonal allergy sufferer? Or an innocent blogger? Just because you don’t know or love these people doesn’t mean that someone doesn’t.
The cancer survivor
The bereaved
The applicant
Some of these were so vague. They could be anyone, honestly. Your neighbors, your father, your friends…
The newlywed
The ex-gifted kid
The uncle
The Badgers fan
“My husband is a Badgers fan,” you say.
“How lovely,” the Devil says.
Then it hits you.
Of course.
The weightlifter.
The careful driver.
The manager.
The claustrophobe.
Your husband Dave lifts weights at the gym twice a month. You wouldn’t call him a pro, but he does it. He also drives like he’s got a bowl of hot soup in his lap all the time, because he’s afraid of being pulled over. He just got promoted to management at his company, and he takes the stairs to his seventh-story office because he hates how small and cramped the elevator is.
“I get your game,” you announce. “You thought you could get me, but I figured you out, jackass!” “Oh really? What is my game, pray tell?” The Devil responds, leaning against his cane.
“All these different titles– they’re all just different ways to describe the same guy. My husband isn’t one notch on the wheel, he’s every notch. No matter what I land on, Dave dies. I’m wise to your tricks!”
The Devil cackles.
“You’re a clever one, that’s for sure. I thought you’d never figure it out.”
“Thanks but no thanks, man,” you say with a triumphant smirk. “I’m no rube. No deal. Take me back home.”
“As you wish, missus,” the Devil says. He snaps his fingers, and you’re gone, back to your brand-new house with your new husband. “Don’t say I never tried to help anyone.”
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I've always had chronic fatigue. I remember being twelve, and an adult mentioned how I couldn't possibly know how tired they felt because adulthood brought levels of exhaustion I couldn't imagine. I thought about that for days in fear, because I couldn't remember the last time I didn't feel tired.
Eventually I came to terms with the fact that I was just tired, and I couldn't do as many things as everyone else. People called me lazy, and I knew that wasn't true, but there's only so many times you can say "I'm tired" before people think it's an excuse. I don't blame them. When a teenager does 20 hours of extracurriculars every week and only says "I'm too tired" when you ask them to do the dishes, it's natural to think it's an excuse. At some point, I started to think the same thing.
It didn't matter that I could barely sit up. It was probably all in my head, and if I really wanted to, I could do it.
When I learned the name for it, chronic fatigue, I thought wow, people that have that must be miserable, because I am always tired and I cannot imagine what it would feel like if it were worse.
Spoiler alert, if you've been tired for a decade, it's probably chronic fatigue.
Once I figured that out though, I thought of my energy as the same as everyone else's, just smaller in quantity. And that might be true for some people, but I've figured out recently that it absolutely isn't true for me.
I used to be like wow I have so much energy today I can do this whole list for sure! And then I'd do the dishes and have to lay down for 2 hours. Then I'd think I must gave misjudged that, I didn't have as much energy as I thought.
But the thing is - I did have enough energy for more tasks, I just didn't go about them properly.
With chronic fatigue, your maximum energy is obviously much smaller than the average person's. Doing the dishes for you might use up the same percentage of energy that it takes to do all the daily chores for someone else.
If someone without chronic fatigue was to do all the daily chores, they would take breaks. Because otherwise, they're sprinting a marathon for no reason and it would take way more energy than necessary. We have to do the same.
Put the cups in the dishwasher, take a break. Put the bowls in, take a break. So on and so forth. This may mean taking breaks every 2-5 minutes but afterwards, you get to not feel like you've run a marathon while carrying 4 people on your back.
Today, I had a moderate amount of energy. Under my old system of go till you drop, I probably could have done most of the dishes and wiped off the counter and then been dead to the world for the rest of the day.
Under the new system, I scooped litter boxes, cleaned out the fridge, took the trash out, cleaned the stove, and wiped off the counter and did all the dishes. And after all that, I still had it in me to make a simple dinner, unload the dishwasher, and tidy the kitchen.
It was complete and utter insanity. Just because I sat down whenever I felt myself getting more tired than I already was.
All this to say, take fucking breaks. It's time to unlearn the ceaseless productivity bullshit that capitalism has shoved down our throats. Its actively counterproductive. Just sit down. Drink some water. Rest your body when it needs to rest.
There will still be days where there is nothing to do but rest, and days where half a load of dishes is absolutely the most I can do. But this method has really helped me minimize those, which is so incredibly relieving.
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You ever have those periods where you're struggling to write much, and you're really questioning why you even bother with this in the first place, and you look at your main WIP and you're just like what is the point? Nobody wants to read this anyway so why are you wasting your time with this nonsense when you could be doing literally anything else?
And then, out of nowhere, you get a comment on said fic, despite it being months after it was posted, despite it being a ridiculously rare-rarepair, despite one half of the pairing not being on TV anymore, and it's a self-indulgent AU that you figured wouldn't appeal to most folks in the slightest, and then you realise that it's gotten a few more hits lately too and the comment is really nice and actually, this fic has more comments on it than a lot of your other stuff, and all of sudden, it's like...shit, maybe you should keep doing this?? Maybe you should just write the damn thing (when you can) and just have fun with it and who cares about the rest?
#What is wrong with you Sam you should not be allowed to write#This is probably a weird post - I feel like I'm making a big deal out of nothing#But then again that's pretty much all I do LOL#It was just a really nice surprise you know? Very unexpected#And it's embarrassing how much I still think about that AU and all the myriad of ideas I have for it#Writing may be a struggle most of the time but...I think I really do wanna try and write this damn thing?#I'm already having more thoughts about the ending and the last couple chapters and new ideas/additions#Even fucking prequel/flashback/supplemental content ideas#Oh and there's a scene towards the end of the AU that was always gonna be Rough but after giving it more thought thanks to this comment -#I've decided to make it WORSE!! 😀#God I love this stupid fucking AU so much...am I really gonna have to do this??#Well...no idea when but get ready for me to post a bunch of absolute trashy filth that no one asked for! EVENTUALLY! 🙂🙂🙂#It will be TOXIC!! It will be PROBLEMATIC!! It will be GROSS!!#And I will have fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun#OK I promise I'll shut up now Jesus Sam fucking give it a rest!#...................so anyways Ricky's gonna lick the old man's pits and - *gunshot*
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Yandere! House Monster x Reader (II)
It’s officially a smutty sitcom: you, the oblivious gamer boyfriend, and the tentacle monster lurking in dark corners.
[First part]
Content: gender neutral reader, monster smut
Do monsters have a sense of humor? This creature seems to be greatly amused by the little "game" you've devised behind your boyfriend's back. Although you don't have much input in the affair, and most of the time you're merely a witness to the events unfolding before you (or in you).
First, there's the mild, inoffensive annoyances. "Babe, did you see my controller? I swear I left it on the couch". Some pranks are harder to swallow than others, such as the occasional lack of Internet. You know exactly when it happens, because you can hear your boyfriend's enraged shouts and rattles. It's always during important matches. No one knows why it happens. The repairmen who cross your threshold can only scratch their heads in confusion, confessing that nothing is out of the ordinary.
Then, the unfortunate coincidences. "How about we have some fun after my game?", the boyfriend will suggest with an anticipative grin. Alas, moments after he stands up, he is overwhelmed by a nauseous feeling. His stomach twirls and throbs, and he curses under his breath. "Some other time, perhaps", he concludes begrudgingly. You see, the creature is very possessive. The only thing that has saved your beloved partner from being torn to shreds already is his crassly comical obliviousness.
The mischief aimed towards the boyfriend is, however, a secondary source of entertainment. Nothing could ever come close to spending time with you. Yet another irony to this ridiculous situation: you haven't been caught yet, despite the rabid clinginess of the tentacled monster.
It just loves surprising you. For example, when you exhale dramatically at the end of the day, relaxing in the bathtub and enjoying your peace. Just as you hear an impatient knock on the door, you notice a familiar dark tendril slithering its way out of the water. You won't be leaving the bathroom anytime soon. "Did you steam yourself over there? You look like a lobster", the boyfriend will remark with a raised eyebrow upon seeing your panting, feverish face. "Y-yeah, I guess so." You limp outside, struggling to hold the towel around your body. Or more specifically, around the many marks left on your skin by hundreds of suckers.
In fact, its shamelessness reminds you of a poorly written erotic scenario, the likes you'd see on some adult website with a clickbait title. How would you name this current setup? You grip the edge of the table, pursing your lips to prevent any moans escaping your mouth. Your boyfriend is, once again, scrolling on his phone, indifferent to your presence. The water boiling on the stove drowns the wet, slippery sounds of the appendages pumping in and out of you underneath the table. “You might want to give it a stir in a moment, or it’ll overflow”, the boyfriend remarks without lifting his gaze. You mumble in agreement, slapping a hand over your mouth. You’re at your limit.
One may be tempted to ask, is this entity bound to its house? You pondered the same question until your recent IKEA visit. You and your boyfriend had been looking for a new wardrobe. "What do you think of this one?", you asked, closing the door and turning around. Your eyes scanned the empty model-bedroom. The jackass had wandered ahead without you. You sighed and were about to go find him, when a cold grip suddenly tightened around your wrist. You winced and snapped your head back. Thick tendrils had made their way out of the closet, tugging you to join them inside. So it can follow you around, you thought, climbing into the cramped space. Between the silent whines and breathy begging, an idea emerges from your dazed mind. New hypothetical video title: mercilessly molested in the IKEA store by monster partner.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yandere monster#yandere monster x reader#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere imagines#monster x reader#monster x human#monster boyfriend#tentacle monster#monster smut#terato#teratophillia#monster fucker
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