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For once! Purely BNHA! Because I CAN NOT stop Pondering It!
Quirk: Transfer.
Vague name, right? Well it would have to be. Because NO ONE would believe a Self Insert, even in a world of Quirks. They wouldn't WANT to believe. Because? The prospect would be horrifying and terrible.
It's far easier to say it's "Quirk Related Neurosis".
Because "no, no, you silly child! Your Quirk can't POSSIBLY have grabbed a random soul from another dimension, which it now holds, as the ONLY thing powering your body! You can't have died, with all the trauma and loss that entails, only to be shoved into the body of a toddler! Silly baby, such wild imagination! Maybe your Quirk 'transfers' memories, too!"
Except NO, asshole. They are the one with the metaphorical arm here. THEY are the one who would know which way it does and does not "Bend". But trying explaining a something to someone who doesn't want to hear it. Something that makes them uneasy, that is outside of their world view.
That touchs on the random, unfeeling, chaos of the Universe and how it relates to their soft and supposedly sensible lives. What do you MEAN sometimes Bad Things happen to good people? What do you MEAN sometimes, even if I do everything "right" and take every precaution, terrible calamities can occur?
That I could Die?
That my very Soul could be ripped away from it's rightful rest, too some far off land?
That can't happen! That's not FAIR. It's not RIGHT. Crimes are Illegal! You can't be telling me that sometimes people DONT uphold their duties! Abuse their power! That things are unfair and injustice can strikes, no matter HOW safe I think I am!
That's Scary!
I'd rather believe you were wrong.
That things Make Sense and there are Rules I have to follow. That I am Safe and you are just a liar. Bad things happen for a reason. Bad people are bad BECAUSE they are evil and bad. Let's not think about this any more. Let's talk about TV shows and take-out.
What a terrifying Quirk.
To be held, at the nonexistent mercy, of the Universe's randomness and decay. Reliant on the compassion and understanding of Others, to cope with what has occurred.
Because while the Universe is uncaring, your fellow man SHOULD be. Bonding together against that great and frightful void. Making sense of it all. The compassion of stardust and all that. Children born of this universe, who in turn look back and observe it. Yet? To them you are either mad... or a liar.
Do they hide it fast enough? Do they even think too, in time?
Or is their's a childhood being told "your past is nothing more that hallucinations and stolen memories" before being fed pills, for illnesses they do not have? Do they doubt? Break down and believe. After all, everyone around them is telling them their memories are false.
Not to trust their lying mind.
Children have so few rights. Madmen even fewer.
Do they lie? Smile, nod, and agree with whatever the doctors say? Do they know their mind or does this destroy them? Perhaps... they are lucky. Good doctors and better care. Long talks and learning to cope, with no one believing. After all, hallucinations don't "go away" just because you know they aren't real.
Why would their memories?
A childhood never quite forgiving the ones who locked them away. Being treated as "insane". Being alone. Not sure if you WANT to "make friends" but trying anyway. Because humans are social animals. Because you know what an alarmingly intelligent and self disciplined child, who ALSO happens to be notably asocial, looks like to people.
A life of fear and lies.
The chronic, extreme, stress, and what it must do to their health.
Does Transfer grow with them? Most Quirks do.
What a terrifying childhood. To know, one day, it could just... quit. A straining muscle that finally gives out. The Quirk that binds you into this body just... running out of strength. Letting go.
Maybe grabbing a different soul.
After all, no one ever said YOUR soul was special. And no one believes you. So no tests have ever been done. And that hold? How strong, you must wonder, IS it?
Do they drift? In and out. Does their body suffer, from stress and a soul barely bound to it? Poorly transfered, by an Infants first manifestation? Why was it a SOUL? The first thing they Transfered? Was it based on need? Or was it always meant to be this way?
Can the Transfer other things, now? Or still just themselves? Still nothing but Souls? Is it even a transfer at all?
And what happens if it stops? Or gets copied? Influenced in anyway? Do they have a moral obligation to avoid those they know could be potentially killed by them? Who could potentially kill them by accident?
And, oh! Oh the QUANDARY of children! Quirks are GENETIC. Any mutation or variation of their Quirk? Will bring about ANOTHER. Do they have that RIGHT? Too kidnap another soul? Even if it's just to no longer be alone? Too condemn them to live when they may not wish too?
Their whole bloodline would be Self Inserts. No guarantee they'd be from the same universe! But they would be Reincarnations just like you. Born into a Story. One you KNOW, by nature, can never be peaceful.
Because a peaceful world is not an interesting Shonen Story.
Just as Batman can never truely win, just as the day never truely stayed saved, so too will this world forever decend back into chaos. So a new Protagonist can rise to meet it. What RIGHT would you have, to knowingly bring an innocent person into such danger, trapped in the body of a child?
I ponder the Self Insert Quirk.
How horrifying and numbing it must be. How crippling, the terror that, this? Is merely the beginning of a Tale that will destroy them. To be inserted into story's they long ago forgot, again and again, with no way to stop it. Forever.
Damned to be set dressing in another's grand campaign, even as they slowly go insane.
What a horrifying Quirk.
The Self Insert Quirk: Transfer.
@hdgnj @hypewinter @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter @lolottes @babbling-babull
#bnha#bnha prompt#free Quirk to a good home#bnha oc#bnha si/oc#bnha self insert#bnha self insert Quirk#seriously i wanna see someone explore this#where my horror writers at?#my existential dread?#my optimism in the face of overwhelming dispair?
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(alan wake-gravity falls crossover) man i love that character. you know, the deeply paranoid author who made a pact with a dark entity that ultimately ended with him stranded in another dimension separated from his loved ones for years at a time? takes place in the pacific northwest? has twin imagery associated with him and a reoccurring specific piece of symbology related to the unfortunate situation they're in? doesn't ever explain the reasoning behind his actions and instead just kinda goes "bro trust me"? yeah he also wears an outer layer of clothing with elbow pads on it, that one.
#my art#stanford pines#alan wake (the man)#ford pines#gravity falls#alan wake#remedyverse#SAtT au#i am. normal about the crossovers i make up.#what do you mean the esoteric weird horror game about stories and the disney cartoon about family dont have a shared audience. sounds fake.#anyways the comic on the right is in honor of a joke i had to scrap in my fic wip due to a perspective switch.#rip that joke i thought you were pretty funny. i like the idea of alan critiquing his own manuscript pages upon the events happening.#oh i should probably do a warning since theres that crunchy image of the aw2 alan death screen huh. uh#blood#aw2 alan death screen my beloved. literally made me go ''oh god'' out loud in shock and horror when i first saw it#anyways did you know theres an au to this objectively already an au crossover. i call it ''bill cipher gets sent to the shadow realm''#bill doesn't show up a lot in this au he gets one scene where he taunts ford abt alan being a danger#with the implication that the dark place/presence genuinely freaks him out. but in this self indulgence of a self indulgence#alan essentially manages to trick bill into swapping places with him and bill ends up trapped in the writers room/the dark place.#lmao get yötön yö'd idiot. YOU are aleksi kesä now.#also i like the idea of zane and bill meeting as well as door and bill meeting. i think they might scare bill a little bit.#just like how zane scares me <3 what a cool character what the fuck is his deal#also you may be wondering why alans in his aw2 look and not aw or awan look despite the fact that lines up closer#to when gravity falls happens-ish. well the answer to that is 1: the crossover uses a lot of the elements from aw2#and 2: i like alans long hair and suit and beard. i like the pathetic sopping look when his hair is in his face
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maybe the real Viktor arcane season 2 character arc were the friends we made along the way
#I’m sorry but they relied way too heavily on off screen implications of things happening and telling instead of showing for his arc#we literally barely saw anything of what he had to go through to get to any of the places where he was in the season#idk maybe I need to rewatch to understand better but due to the rushed pacing and severe lack of screen time I feel he didn’t get enough#nuance and substantial characterisation that he truly deserved this season#like dude barely got to machine his herald before the writers decided it was time to wrap up and have a 2 min redemption arc😭#let that man be full of RAGE let him be FERAL let him have an UGLY GROTESQUE MAN MADE MACHINE TRANSFORMATION#GOD FORBID A MAN COMPREHENDS THE HORRORS HE’S WITNESSED!!#I love season 1 but season 2#Rn it’s a 6.5/10 for me while s1 was a 9 or 10/10#maybe I need to rewatch to see if any of the other characters got it better than he did I mean I LOVED ekko jayce and jinx this season#but Viktor Mel and sky#they got fumbled so hard they deserved so much better imo sorry#yapping#arcane#arcane spoilers#arcane critical#Might delete later idk this rant feels deeply unserious and I’m also sleep deprived so maybe my takes aren’t the best#Living up to my name as the world’s first elderly teenage girl bc I need a grandpa level nap GOD#my post
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YELLOWJACKETS ⇢ 1x01 | PILOT
#pit girl you will ALWAYS be famous to me#ever since i saw that interview with the creators where they were like 'oh we wanted to make sure it wasn't too specific or w/e since we#didnt know which actors would still be around later'....... like. that's my villain origin story#here i am analyzing the calf circumference of pit girl trying to figure out who it is! meaning the writers are like: oh shes just some extr#yellowjackets#yellowjacketsedit#yellowjacketsgifs#yellowjacketscentral#96yellowjackets#pit girl#1x01#yellowjackets 1x01#long post#mygifs#mygifsets#myedits#tw blood#tw body horror#tw gore
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A quick bluebelle painting :))
#when I had this hairstyle I gave up doing the braids after like 2 week#ngl it’s really difficult#anywayyyyyy bluebelle ilyyyyy 💙💙💙💙#DO NOT look at her left hand pls and thank youuuuuu#I FINALLY FIGURED OUT WHERE I WANT TO GO WITH HER STORY YIPEE‼️‼️‼️‼️#do I have it written down or finalized yet?????? absolutely not#but I have the skeleton#I have to construct the flesh and the sinew#sigh the horror writer in me will literally never leave <333#live laugh love you sapphic cannibalism story I wrote you will forever be famous#so I figured something cool out about being half deaf#when I use my headphones#I only have to use one so when that one runs out of battery#I can just put the other one in!!!#but ✨backwards✨✨#guys I love the lady of shallot she’s so bluebelle coded#IM FINALLY WORKING ON AN ACTUAL PROJECT AGAIN#it’s another oc painting….but more of them at once…..#I’ve never embarked on such an adventure before#I’m having so much fun#I need to shut up oh my god 😭😭😭#shamelessly oc posting#you can do whatever you want forever!! (except when it’s me lmaoooo)#okay okay okay Bluebelle you will be FOREVER famous 💙💙#cats the musical#cats musical#cats oc#jellicle oc#sorah’s silly scribbles
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#it's been TEN YEARS!!!!!!! NO ONE CARES!!!!!!!!#thomas.txt#im about to lose my whimsy. sorry. hold on#people think they're such geniuses for picking up on the ham-handed signals the game throws at them and#then absolutely fail to absorb the worldbuilding that informs why a percentage of the characters feel strongly abt those material condition#-s bc they're too busy jerking themselves off over how leftist it is to believe in wizard rights. like it matters#this reminds me of that fic writer back in 2014-16 era who wrote some modern au where her white lavellan got pulled over by a cop#for being an elf. or an elf mage. idk or care#& it blew up bc this dipshit thought that western fantasy analogs could be legitimately applied to the horrors of white supremacist reality#i promise you people who actually work in these systems or have been affected by them think you're fucking stupid!#anyway. but i stay silly! xD
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//ooc posting: I NEED to find more fun/silly things to do with my two they are Not meant to be all agony all the time I swear- I just have a penchant for the dramatic and they're a little in the torment nexus o(-< but on god they will Have Fun too
#//ooc#even in the torment nexus there's spots of brightness!! I need to start playing with them too I'm not a grimdark writer I swear!!#I have ideas for softer bits and pieces. sibling stuff. cute things. I will get to it somehow hell or high water o7#T-E purrs!! they can do that!! it's part of their genetic alterations and I want to play with that too as well as the horrors!!#now don't get me wrong either The Horrors are one of my fav things to write but it's chiaroscuro y'know you need the contrast#it can't be a fight for personal autonomy all the time sometimes it needs to be T-E's huge kitty eyes or Helios being a dork#all this might be unnecessary I just get a little self conscious sometimes about how full-grit my writing can be wehh#holding my creatures in my hands. they are capable of such a beautiful joy. it's actually vital that they are#since I'm rambling anyways: huge part of what I want to do with T-E's pre campaign rp is start pulling them out of their shell#they start the planned game still stuck on their rules but it's talking to people that's gonna put them in a place where like#they know there's something else out there. they want it. they feel so much guilt for wanting it but it's the WANTING that's important!!#helios can't do that on his own because he doesn't know either. neither of them know jack about what exists beyond their narrow purview#making a HA clone to me is in part an examination of how miitary as industry will always result in steadily increasing dehumanisation#it's the commodification of a human body to ever increasing heights. soldiers to products to nothing but parts to be scrapped#military as an endless churn less for the sake of any kind of protection and more for the sake of resources. capital. money#it's part of what makes HA so fascinating to me y'know? the way it takes that concept to a far flung conclusion. how bad can it get#the other part is playing someone realising for the first time it's possible to break from what's expected of them#the wonder. the guilt. the disbelief. all of it carefully hidden. it's a huge part of what's so compelling about writing them to me#three huge cornerstones of T-E are: masking - military - the horror of having to exist in a body.#that last one is my taking the weird sensory relationship I have to Flesh/mind and doing horror with it dw too much about that njbkhjv#okay okay I think I'm done this got a little out of hand I'm just like#there's so MUCH about thirteen/T-E that makes me insane. alas I'm tired and it takes me like 4 hours to write a simple post sobs#anywaysss that's my ramble. I like them#helios too I like him. guy absolutely dead set on finding reasons to smile amidst the Horror
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Where Do Monsters Go in the Daylight?
I'm not afraid of the dark, yet I sleep with a lamp on, and a TV playing bad sitcoms from the nineties. It's what hides in the shadows The things that watch me as I try to sleep I can see them walking around my room biting at my feet every so often just to keep me on my toes
I see red eyes in the space between my bed frame and the floor Sometimes there's yellow jagged teeth as well But as long as I stay safe on my mattress It will leave me alone
Where do all the monsters go in the daylight
I keep my closet door locked because behind it are shadows that dance late at night, a tree tapping on my window wakes me to see piles of clothes during the day now human like shapes, swaying in the dark And I always let a sharp yelp before laughing at my own irrational fears but as I lay my head back upon my pillow I swear I can hear breathing in my ear and the clothes shift and move Somewhere outside, a coyote howls
and chills run up my spine
#writers and poets#poems on tumblr#original poem#poem#poetry#spilled thoughts#spilled feelings#spilled writing#writing#my writing#spilled poetry#spilled emotions#spilled words#writers on tumblr#poets and writers#creative writing#writerscommunity#writer#crmsnmth#Where Do Monsters Go in the Dalylight?#fear#monsters under the bed#close the closet door#spooky stuff#horror#existentialism
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*gently places these panels in your hands* here have these curated baby joker images that i collected from streets of gotham: house of hush
#he is so itty bitty...#my baby my baby...#little guy i want to hold him so so gently in my arms and pet his little head#absolutely sadistic of the writers/artists to give us the cutest smallest little tiny sweethearts ever and then put him through The Horrors#he's just a baby :(#(btw if u didn't know. dini confirmed this was joker age seven. fucking. seven. god. hhh)#didn't include panels where he was visibly hurt/upset bc they make me Sad#only the images that spark joy#joker#pre-joker#idk (???)
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It's no secret that I am terrible at remembering to make updates about any of the things that I'm doing, BUT headline: I do have new art and a new book on the way.
My RedBubble shop is full of almost 1000 designs, including Magical Realism portraits, Psychedelia, vintage-inspired designs, weird word art, and more, and I'm currently working on some new pieces that I'll be adding there soon (once they're finished). Remember that RedBubble is a place where you can buy any product you can think of, clothes, homegoods, stickers, big, dumb cups, but emblazoned with the artwork of indie artists like myself. I've got a lot of good Buster Keaton stuff there, too. They're running many holiday deals currently, and I get a little money for every sale.
So far as books, I'm in the final editing phases of The Big, Bad Wolf, a horror/paranormal thriller that I've been trying to bring to life for the past 20ish years--it be like that with books. After finally getting it where I want it--I think, I'm getting through the final stages, including cover art and design, and estimate it'll be ready for the holiday season next year. It's been 20 years, a little longer won't hurt. More to come on that.
I have more Buster stuff in the pipeline, too, but that's a ways off, so I'll have more announcements about that stuff as it gets a little closer to completion and release. You can also keep up with me on my live weekly show, Social Contract, where my co-host and I talk about current events and with us both being weirdo entertainers, things are pretty much always weird, but we have a good time, talk to the audience, and just celebrated our first year anniversary. You can find us on Twitter, Twitch, YouTube, Bluesky, and Rumble.
Aaaand one last thing: I'm not currently selling soap at the moment, the production costs got too high, and I don't want to raise my prices. So with everything else going on I haven't had the time to fit it in right now anyway, but I hope to restructure, and bring it back soon.
#art#artwork#digital art#my art#indie artist#digital painting#photography#books#indie author#artists on tumblr#digital aritst#writers on tumblr#writerscommunity#movies#psychedelic art#psychedelia#vintage#vintage designs#word art#horror#paranormal#thriller#mystery#suspense#buster keaton#buster keaton book#buster keaton documentary#oh buster where art thou?#buster keaton biography#silent film
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you know they were about to go so hard on emmy's personal quest. they didnt. but at least someone in that writing room wanted to give us that good good
#dav spoilers#it really does feel like two different teams of writers were on this game#and like. for his quest#the good team got most of it and the bad team did full damage control at the end T_T#i mean HELLO THE CEREMONY? WHERE THEY WALK OUT WITH HIS BLOOD AND ORGANS#THE ANIMATIONS WHICH WERE OBVIOUSLY HIGH PRIORITY AND FINISHED EARLIER IN DEVELOPMENT#THEE#FUCKINGGGGGG#the armor dude. that showcases his hollow chest. he's literally been hollowed out#nothing will change my mind that some writers wanted there to be actual meat to that mission/choice#im so madge. we could've had our tragic necromancer romance#and we kinda did honestly#but now the tragedy is that rook and emmerich are stuck in some horror simulation where no one is allowed to feel the full severity of thei#actions#now the tragedy is that he does this to himself and the only options are to clap/cheer/crack a joke/say 'yay :)'#AND HE SHOULD BE ABLE TO MOURN EITHER WAY#WE HAVE A FUCKING SJKDFHLJKFDHLJKSDHF MOURNWATCHER#LET US WATCH HIM MOURN PLEASE#he should either grieve manfred or his life's dream. we need to see how that choice affects his ability to express grief#FUCK#someone hit me im so mad#i'll never be normal about this bioware wtf did you do to me#see when i say this to brian it's a compliment but when i say it to bioware it's a curse#YOU GAVE ME THE PERFECT HUSBANDO AND THEN LOBOTOMIZED HIS HEART#fuck it. whatever. still replaying his romance. if you even care.#emmyposting
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one good thing about reading a lot of bad books is it inspires you that maybe even you could be successful telling stories since people like these shit ass books and there's no way what you make can be worse
#signed- a bitch whos read several very bad extreme horror books and has ideas for their own extreme horror story but no confidence in their#ability to tell it#or even what medium i wanna tell it in. i feel like writing is the most obvious route but im not much of a writer#and i have some fun like. art themes in there. and so it could be fun to have in some kind of comic form to be able to play with that#either way i feel like im way too ambitious with this story to actually do anything with it#i want it to be really good but i dont think my skills in writing or art or story telling are where id need them to be to tell it how i want#plus i still need to iron out a lot of it. i have a general outline mostly. cant decide the ending. i have a few options im toying with#ghost.txt
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you thought i could only write poetry?? we’ll think not i wrote the intro of a story i’ll never carry on.
and yeah i shocked myself writing this in first person. it was a big bridge i had to cross to complete this. first person and original characters and all, be proud.
tw for blood, (pretty much) gory stuff and a low-key creepy ass guy
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To say that I met Nicholas Brisbane over my husband‘s dead body is not entirely accurate. Edward, it should be noted, was still twitching up on the floor. Ergo, not a dead body. That was until my hands found themselves lunging for his neck. His skin was cold to the touch, like metal, making my fingers burn from the contrast when Edward was alive… and now.
My eyes were locked to his; the once lively emeralds were glazed over and his soul was being clawed, desperately, downwards. The twitching had already ceased yet my fingers remained locked onto their prey. Slowly, my gaze climbed from the floor to the man a few feet ahead of me. My grip tightened. I try to let go. Thoughts were crushing against the boundaries of my mind, begging. Just let go. It felt as if the flesh was being moulded to the shape of my hand. A perfect fit. The man’s shoes were… ordinary. They were nothing whimsical or extravagant, but my mind could not supply any word but ordinary. The same went for his trousers. Pieces of material that was sewn together and bestowed unto him. Simply an ordinary sight.
Digging deeper my hands were clutching the bone of my dead husband's neck. The edges poked my skin but I did nothing but squeeze. His joints groaned under the strength I didn’t know I possessed, closely mirroring the echoes of pain pried from his mouth moments prior. The man did not move. He stood, ordinarily, as I strangled life from a corpse. The man with his ordinary suit that clung to his ordinary frame. He was just ordinary. Why could I not describe this man? I knew many words but only one matched his description.
My head rose. It was now not just my eyes looking but my whole face. The man… was this a man? Just above the shoulders, there was a head. There was a face but… I could not see it. I knew there was a face and features, but my eyes could not make sense of the signals. The sight was too much yet too little to comprehend.
I strained my eyes in an attempt to uncover the confusion clouding my mind. I heard a wet snap from below me. A soft thump followed. Wet… my fingers were wet. Just as reluctantly as they had left, my eyes returned to the body.
Crimson painted my hands and the broken ivory in the neck of my husband. The liquid from both severed parts leaked like a tap. It kept flowing… flowing till blood stained the skin of my hands and the body was wrung dry.
My hands shook, twitched, trembling but still trying to latch on to the heavy air. Before my head lifted to see a face — that was not a face — branding its stare into my pupils.
#writers on tumblr#original story#short story#horror#idk where this came from#that’s a lie this was hw#but idk where my creativity and a kloth to write long shit came from#i wrote the word ordinary so many times idk if it’s a real word
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the horrors are incomprehensible. to YOU. they come to ME in my dreams.
#i. watched a lot of video essays on horror today#to research and throw into the omelet of my book#book: it will never be enough#and i went to bed and slept for. only an hour and a half#and was woken up alert#bc i had dreams with deep rooted dread and unrelenting adrenaline#and a house that is too old and shifts aroujd me#and the darkness reaches where it shouldnt#and there's something in the basement#but we were also in the city. running from violent and fast “zombies”#and it was just like huh. ok my book is haunting me now#forgot that was part of writing a horror novel#anyways too awake to sleep now.#but i have stuff to do in the morning#author#writers on tumblr#horror#house of leaves
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my terror of accidentally offending someone by praising them for something they dislike is ruining my fucking life
#i know where it comes from too lol. these people in my program with their backhanded compliments#like you don’t even believe what you’re saying lol. you don’t think i’m trying to write horror lmao.#but i’m gonna have 2 sit there and be like ‘wow it was soooo kind of you to introduce me as a horror writer ❤️’#the horror is my butch characters lesbianism in general and any kind of psychology that doesn’t demonize one party#so i guess im projecting my burning anger outwards and getting scared that ill hurt someone the way im being hurt
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Once upon a time I had a nightlight in the neighbor's lawn
I live on the second floor of an otherwise average suburban home, a rented room from a childhood friend. It's quite spacious, more like a loft than a room; and curiously it has the only round window in the house. A port-hole looking thing with six frames crossing it, colliding in the center and forming a wooden circle in the middle of the glass. It also happens to be the only window in my room facing the street.
You'd be hard-pressed to really see anything out of the window. Between the frames and the height of the wall it sits at, it really only shows the tree line and sky. That said, you can stand right in front of it and get a rather pleasant view of everything bellow. I've rather taken to giving the view a few moments of my time here and there. Usually when it rains, or when the sun is setting, or late at night.
And from my window, perfectly in frame, is a lamppost across the street. Tall, black metal, dome of glass with no framing; bright white light that really doesn't travel so far. Feels more like a light house warning everyone "hey there's grass here" rather than doing anything to properly light up the yard. It's pleasant though. Only one of its kind I've seen in the neighborhood, and the only source of light outside of a house at night.
A couple months ago I was up late at night, as per usual, and decided to brave the downstairs for a cold glass of water. Now to access my kitchen I have to cut through the dinning room; and the dinning room has large windows looking out the front of the house. I didn't notice it till I was on my way back up. It was dark outside. Strange, the lamp must be dead or something; that's a shame.
I went back upstairs, spent time on my computer, paid it no mind. But then I heard rain on my roof. "Oh, lovely, night rain is beautiful." So I go to the window to look out and enjoy the scene. And I see it: the short white light and the tall black lampost. Huh, must be on a strange timer. But obviously this all doesn't really stand up to reasoning. It's like 2 am right now, and I got my water well after midnight. I've seen the lamp on much earlier in the day.
So I go downstairs again. The front door is glass, and it's pitch black outside. Maybe a bad angle; but no! I come into the dinning room and there it is: complete darkness outside and the pitter patter of rain. I remember a sort of panic setting in. Something was wrong and I had no clue how to fix it. If there even was something to be fixed. I checked multiple times throughout the night and got the same result. Through my window I could see the lamp, but from nowhere else.
I didn't sleep that night till the sun came back. But it was still there when I woke up, and gone again when I was downstairs. There was a day or two that I thought that this was it. This was going to become my quarter inch. I was going to obsess over this till it lead me down dark paths and into the bowls of hell.
But the attic door never lead somewhere new, the only night time noises in the house were the cats, and the only scary things in the walls were the electrical wiring. I've come to the conclusion that humans, or at minimum myself, are rather capable of coping and turning anything mundane. Not to say the lamp went to the background, more so that I grew used to it. I imagined where it was when I passed it on the road, often saying hello or goodbye. I came to treasure the view from my room, something literally no one else had.
I've spent more time looking out my window the past few months, basking in the light of my own little anomaly. Which is why I was watching when someone else finally noticed the lamp. He, or maybe they or it would be more precise, walked right up to it one evening. It came out of the darkness and into the lamps' light as if apparating into existence. Long coat, rimmed hat, vaguely human looking but a human wouldn't be tall enough to reach the lightbulb without a ladder. Much less reach through glass to touch it.
It's touch took the lamp's light, and the lamp hasn't been back since. Now, I don't think it saw me watching, but I don't know. The darkness outside seems worse. Morning brings with it the sun's light which takes away my fear. I find myself incapable of sleeping till then. Once upon a time I had a nightlight in the neighbor's lawn, but now I can't shake the feeling that whatever took it is still out there.
#writeblr#writers on tumblr#unreality?#So I'm staying up for the longest night and all that#And I went to do my nightly look out the window#and my sleep deprived mind thought “huh. I've never really seen that lamp from any other angle”#And this short just kinda decided it was now time to be written#I don't know what Yuletide curse I'm laying on myself for writing a horror adjacent piece where I'm technically the POV#But hey the sun will be back soon and then I can sleep
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