#curse you to hell

[underlinedcg]

God my life fucking sucks. God I wish [looks at monkey’s paw] …that… this paw had more fingers so that I could make more wishes! haha

[finger curls, chicken fingers start raining from the sky]

[egophiliac]

A guy who just wake up from a coma -> what did i miss?

Pomefiore was the last plot i follow before real life made me forget about our silly boys. How bad has the plot become now for our gang? Also who is that Gojo looking guy?

anon, I am so sorry and I mean this in the best way, but I do think episode 5 is the absolute funniest place to have stopped following Twst because shit starts escalating SO fast after that. episode 6 literally starts with a secret government shadow agency breaking down our doors and kidnapping students. zero to a million instantly.

and like...that's not even the zaniest thing so far? Ortho's hacked into the collective human unconscious. there's time travel (sort of). "Crowley might be Malleus' long-lost father" is a serious theory. if you'd told me any of this back pre-episode 6, I would have asked for the link to this unbelievable but highly intriguing fanfic.

also, episode 7 gave us (and then immediately took away 😔) the best character in the whole story:

[ca-3]

Been a while, but more P5 x Omori battle screens‼️ This time with Goro Akechi fights 💔

● Extra P5 x Omori battle screens

[teshiee]

this is what i did instead of studying for the past two days. magnificent innit

[lazycranberrydoodles]

getting back into the untamed and i had a thought. / follow for more yllz babygirlism

[thebramblewood]

Little does Ulrike know Helena has the (vampire) sugar mommy from hell... and she's here to crash the party.

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Featuring a lot by @moonwoodhollow, gnome art by @pocketgnome, Leonor and Renzo by @nexility-sims, Rosella, George, and Jo by @aheathen-conceivably, and Nettie by @venriliz.

Ulrike: Did you know I would be showing tonight?

Helena: No. God, no. I wouldn’t have come if I knew… I mean, not that I wouldn’t want to see you, but… I promise I’m not, like, stalking y-

Ulrike: [laughs] Take a breath, Zhao. I didn’t mean to accuse you. But can you blame me for being caught off guard? Why are you in Windenburg?

Helena: Oh, I’ve been staying nearby with some… friends.

Ulrike: What friends?

Helena: No one you know.

Ulrike: Why didn’t you tell me? You knew I was doing the residency.

Helena: I just… didn’t want things to be awkward.

Ulrike: And bumping into each other like this isn’t?

[overlapping crowd chatter]

Ulrike: God, I can barely hear myself think. Let’s talk somewhere quieter.

-

Ulrike: Level with me, Zhao. Are you okay?

Helena: What? I’m fine.

Ulrike: You’ve barely even made eye contact, which I know means you’re lying about something. That dress looks expensive — and that jewelry. Your hair is so glossy I can see my own reflection. Your skin is clear as glass. I think I know what’s going on here.

Helena: Ulrike, I can explain-

Ulrike: You’re someone’s sugar baby.

Helena: [bursts out laughing] Oh my god, Faust. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.

Ulrike: At least it got you to look at me. Helena, your eyes! They almost seem red.

Helena: [dismissively] It must be the lights. Now, tell me, how the fuck have those gnomes still got you in a chokehold after all this time?

Ulrike: There’s the Zhao I know, always asking the hard-hitting questions.

-

Lilith: Unhand me, you brute! You and your approved guest list can both go straight to hell. [to Caleb] Did you truly think not inviting me would prevent me from finding out about this delightful little event?

Caleb: [calmly] It wasn't meant to be a secret. I just didn’t think you’d care to come.

Lilith: [teasingly] Your thoughts betray you, baby brother.

Caleb: My thoughts betray nothing. You simply followed us here.

Lilith: Well, if only the two of you weren’t so obnoxious about occupying each other’s headspace. Admit it. You only keep me out to tip the scales in your favor.

Caleb: As though you wouldn’t do the same — if you could. But you hear only as much as she’s willing to tell you, and it drives you mad.

Lilith: [giggles] Oh, this is a fun game. We've never feuded over a girl before. I thought that sort of thing would be beneath you, considering your-

Caleb: Don’t be gauche, Lilith. It’s not a g-

Lilith: Yes, there they are — your hideously boring morals. [heaves dramatic sigh] I’d love to keep chatting, but I must take a look around. I’ve always been a patron of the arts.

[dipperscavern]

BURGEONING PTOLEMAEA

pairing: remmick x fem!reader

summary: years ago, when you lay dying, your daddy promised your soul to the devil (remmick) if he saved you, and that he did. he told your daddy once your blood comes, so will he. and he does.

a/n: i funneled my anger into fanfic. and this is written like a sort of prologue (?) so thats why i didnt explain a single thing LMAO — & remmick (for now) is basically the embodiment of that kind of animalistic part of vampires reader is fighting to resist. he's more of an essence in this than anything. also r! is an adult + just gets her blood late

the hunger has started, just like daddy said it would.

he said it would start the day you bled. and your daddy aint a liar. he's cruel and unfatherly, but he doesn't lie to you.

you should've bled years ago when you were still a girl - he told you that would happen too. said your blood would be late in its arrival, but that you were to be grateful for it. because once crimson came, so would your hunger.

and so would he.

but you don't know that part.

its too harsh a truth for you to hear. your daddy may have promised him something in return for his gift, but its a violent thing, and you ought not to be scared when you succumb.

he wouldn't mind if you were.

but the father that made such a deal to save you does mind. even if he's grown to hate you - hate what you'll become.

he's disgusted by it. frightened by it, even. but he gifted you your ailment, your prophecy. is it irony for a man of God to fear the devils gift when he wrapped it in satin ribbon?

perhaps.

is it irony now, for you to have a strange fascination with blood since youth, but then feel a shudder of repulsion at the kind that spills between your legs?

most definitely.

it came days ago. and since then, so has the desire. not the fleshly kind thats reserved for marriage. but different.

a wish for your meals meat to be raw, for its drink a dark cherry red.

you do what daddy taught you. you breathe real deep and good, in and out. seven times, the number of The Father. and as you eat an unsatisfying meal, you recite with a shaky voice.

you look at your food, girl, you look real good when you do it. "Blessed..."

in and out, in and out. one, two,

"Blessed are those... who hunger and thirst for righteousness. For they shall be satisfied."

a candle in the corner flickers with a sentence. You won't be.

huh?

your daddys voice echoes inside your head before you can question your ears and their righteousness. chew and swallow, and don't you complain, girl.

you do. without complaint. even when a strange image of curls, of sharp teeth and bloodied lips flashes behind your eyes.

you continue, you recite despite.

the verses you thought would sound powerful are instead quiet. they're hard to hear over the desire. "For He satisfies the thirsty and fills the hungry with good things."

again. in and out. three.

your daddy taught you that, and he taught you well. but he never mentioned the presence.

the one that came and filled the room when the rag was bloodied, darkening the light exuding from the candles surrounding you. a nasty feeling, a nasty thing near you, disgusting in nature. but familiar.

I WAS THERE

IN THE DARK

WHEN YOU SPILLED YOUR FIRST BLOOD

you don't know how to deal with the presence. so, you sleep. you recite.

"I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety."

you lay your head on your pillow, and for only the second time in years - you dream.

you lie upon wood; arms stretched at your sides and your legs beneath you. the cross hasn't been risen yet, but you know. the position of the son of God.

you lay in the shadow of a hill the sun hides behind, with another cross standing atop it.

strange. not two, with you as the third. one with you as the second.

over you, the form of a man, but with the smell, the feel of something different. something pungent, that even in such a thing like a dream repulses you. you can feel your gut tug, trying to make your mind pull your body in another direction.

but as you were given all those moons ago - you're given again, at mercy of the waves of fate that sweep you onto whichever shore it chooses, no matter how black the sand is.

he - it (?) leans over you, and while you can't see its teeth or its face (somehow, you know it has one), you know it bites.

it dips itself toward your skin. you feel not a bite, but a kiss.

your body doesn't react any differently.

puncture marks you cannot see, but sense. know. as surely as you sense the nails in your hands and feet, you feel blood dripping, cascading from its gentle assault.

you cannot think in this moment - only exist. only await.

the sun begins ascending over the crescent of the hill, and as you sensed the fangs you sense the voice.

it comes.

"Won't be long now." it- he says, an accent buried somewhere, but your senses too blurred to recognize it. you urge the sun over the hill, and it's as if he can sense that, too. he knows his time is up.

"Blessed be, darlin'." he whispers.

BLESSED BE YOU, GIRL

PROMISED TO ME BY A MAN WHO CAN ONLY FEEL

HATRED AND CONTEMPT

TOWARD YOU

and you awake sweating.

damp in bed as you were damp in dreams - only not in blood. you irrationally check for holes in your hands and feet, but none are found.

but what is there, in the waking world and in your dreams, is the hunger. an itch beneath the skin for something violent. to cause it, to benefit from it, to not repent for it, as you need it surely as mankind needed salvation.

a thought to your father in his room, or more so the sweet crimson he harbors. can God sanctify you from this? as you try to resist the consumption of family, of blood of your blood, can He save you now?

you blink, and in the corner of your room now sits a shadow, a darkness that curves like it has body. it dampens the light, muddies it from its holy nature, and even the candles on your windowsill bend as it cast its shadow.

Not can he, the darkness... whispers. insinuates. Will he.

your eyes unfocus and the dark is gone.

was it ever there to begin with?

YOU POOR THING

SWEET, MOURNING LAMB

THERES NOTHING YOU CAN DO

was your god?

[demonictacobeard]

Adam, coming out of his room for the first time:……Alright what the fuck do you guys even do here? Therapy, or some shit

Lucifer who had been waiting for him by the door: Charlie has activities usually, and is more then willing to talk to residents about their feelings and how they ended up in hell so that’s like therapy. I’m surprised you know about that, has heaven finally implemented it?

Adam, grumbling: No Heaven doesn’t fucking have therapy, but for the last ten years the newer winners have been asking why and the older angels had to find out what the fuck it is

Lucifer, humming: I do have to wonder how all the therapists up there don’t fall from utter frustration

Charlie, watching them come down the stairs excitedly: Hi Dad! Hi Adam! I’m so excited you came down. How are you feeling today, do you think you might be up for an activity? Or ooh, I never got to show you around the whole hotel just to your room. Whatever you feel like! Adam, stepping back: I knew she was excited during the meeting but Is she always this fucking cheery? It’s like Emily has a long lost twin from Hell

Angel Dust, from the bar: It’s the new resident joy, you’ll get used to it lambchop!

Husk, snorting: You act like you don’t adore that girl

Angel, pointing at him with three pointer fingers: You, shut up

Lucifer, beaming with pride: She’s very passionate about her work, always has been

Adam, groaning as Charlie looks at him with glimmering eyes: Dear fucking god, shit alright, fine I’ll take the tour

Vaggie, walking up to them with her spear: Good, because todays activity is Alastor’s idea and I don’t trust him not to ‘accidentally’ scar you emotionally instead

Charlie, gasping: Vaggie! Come on, Alastor wouldn’t do that

Lucifer and Vaggie, deadpan: Yes he would

Adam, crossing his arms: I don’t know the fucker, I just beat his ass, but yes the shit he would. Do you see that smile he has going on all the time? I haven’t seen one so fake since Michael’s

Lucifer, gaging: Hech Mike

Adam, nodding: Fucking Mike

Vaggie, vaguely remembering the angel: Do you mean….the Mike who was your bosses boss, the one who came around and inspected the exterminator’s once every ten years. That Mike?

Adam: That’s the bitch, Vag

Vaggie, her cheek twitching in anger: The ARCHANGEL MICHAEL?

Adam: Adding his title doesn’t unmake him a bitch

Lucifer, laughing: Nothing can

Charlie, smacking her head: Awful uncle Mike! Dad told me about him, don’t worry Adam Alastor is nothing like him. The smile is just….a tool for him? It’s harmless

Adam, rolling his eyes: The bartender just looked at you like you lied to gods face and then fucking spat on it, but whatever. I’ll do the activities and shit, later, but only ones you’re in charge of- why does your face look like that?

Charlie singing to Vaggie, after grabbing a confused Adam’s elbow and happily dragging him on the tour: He trusts meeeee!

Adam, flushing: ONLY MORE THEN THAT FUCKING DEER!

Lucifer, following them: Thats still a little, you know

Angel, laughing at Alastor when he walked in ten minutes later: Hey Alastor, guess what sheep boy trusts the devil and the devil’s daughter more then you. How’s that make you feel?

Alastor, his smile becoming more genuine: Positively ‘devastated’

[redspleen]

friend called strahd a vocaloid and so that led me here

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

genuinely what the fuck is wrong with them

[respectthepetty]

Gosh I’m so curious about your insight into why Juyeong removed his cross again in episode 6 and how Dohoe noticed it and became upset. I am so confused

IT'S ABOUT GOD!

Okay, gather 'round, you heathens (affectionately)! Let me school you in religious righteousness and shame.

Although I questioned if what Ju Yeong wore was a cross,

If it is a cross, Ju Yeong took it off BEFORE he confessed to Do Hoe.

He was using that moment to confess not only his love for Do Hoe, but also his sin.

So now, act like you were raised in a super religious family and truly believe that Jesus Christ is your Lord and savior who died horribly on the cross, so YOU could get into heaven one day.

That's right! God sacrificed his only son, so YOU wouldn't have to go to hell.

It's a heavy cross to bear, the weight of knowing someone died for your sins. Someone scarified their child, so you could have eternal happiness. God condemned his only son to be executed for you.

However, the catch is that you cannot sin in order to get into heaven.

You have to obey your parents.

You can't commit murder.

You can't idolize anyone above God for there is only one God, and he willingly allowed his son to be killed FOR YOU!

Oh, and you cannot lie because that's a slippy slope to hell.

So, once again, imagine you are that boy who wears a cross necklace and truly believes you will go to hell for your sins, so when you confess to the boy you like, you take off the necklace, because God should not bear witness to this offense.

But then, you sacrifice your body for that boy to be happy. You also take care of that boy's father to make up for the sin. You become the prodigal son, so the boy you like can live in eternal happiness even if it's without you.

And you keep wearing the cross, so God is with you in all you do and He will see the good in your heart.

God is with you always, in everything you do because the necklace is always on as a reminder of the one time you liked a boy and almost sent both of you to an earthly and eternal hell.

But the thing is, we know Ju Yeong takes the necklace off, and so does Do Hoe.

So how must that feel to Do Hoe to know that Ju Yeong removes his necklace when he is with him? How must that come across? Probably as if Ju Yeong carries shame about Do Hoe, or specifically about their relationship with each other and that Ju Yeong does not see what is between them as godly, but rather sinful, shameful, and even more, wrong.

When Do Hoe told the truth about the night of the incident, he looked at Ju Yeong's neck.

And it could come across as sexual, like he wants to kiss or touch Ju Yeong after such a brutally honest moment or when it's snowing, but in the context of the argument, that is an odd time to fantasize about wanting someone in such a sexual way.

But it's because Do Hoe is looking for the necklace. And it's there.

Ju Yeong had it on the first time he kissed Do Hoe, but he didn't wear it when they kissed in the van nor during their first time, so Do Hoe is checking to see if it's okay to kiss him now, with the necklace on.

Because if the necklace is off, he knows Ju Yeong will allow himself to be selfish, abandon God, and accept the sin.

But that has to be a fucking awful feeling, no?

To believe that you, a person who probably lied about your schooling and now sit in a fancy apartment with your nice car and cushy job because of that lie, are in love with a man who is so morally righteous that even your relationship with him is so sinful that he has to take off his cross and forsake God to be near you.

Once again, Ju Yeong could not be wearing a cross, but imagine being a liar in love with a saint.

Hell, I'd hate myself too.

@heretherebedork, @benkaben, @chicademartinica, @anxiouswannabe90skid

[askmrtorgue]

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[storyweavingspider]

Diamond Dust and Spilled Blood

“The reason Montana has so few documented sundown towns is because it’s basically a sundown state”

There are almost twice as many Black people in Montana now as there were when I was born - bordering on a whole 0.6% of Montana’s population now. I saw more melanin in two days of playing Far Cry 5 than I did in 22 years in Montana.

Nobody ever warned me that “the sun ain’t allowed to set on niggers in Glendive” or not to find myself alone driving through Roundup. The warnings, always white, were always of Black Eagle or Browning.

It ain’t my ancestors calling out here, and the souls of the ones unlucky enough to find their way into the ground in Montana are lonely and far between.

There’s a strange kind of homesickness, having made it out. I don’t want to move back, but I miss seeing diamond dust falling from the sky in the late spring or early summer, and I know that any return to Montana as a Black transfemme will likely be my last. The moments of surreal, life-changing beauty aren’t worth that very life.

So much of my life has been an absence of choice, real choice, and now that I’ve left I resent that I don’t have the freedom to safely come back. That I’ll likely have to choose whether I want to risk adding my own funeral to whichever parent’s passes first.

You don’t understand how thick the blood is in the Montanan air until you leave and visit again, and find the undercurrent of fear you left behind is even heavier once you have even more marginalizations to contend with. Is it your own yet to come, or just the blood of those like you telling you to get away while you can?

The treasure state won’t miss a couple of coins disappearing, it has far more to hoard for itself, and it knows you’ll be forced to come back some day - they always do, whether they want to or not.

If you get lucky enough, the diamond dust melting on your blood will be the last thing you see.

—by Anonsee Storyweaver, originally written for Bitter Crone, a zine by and for Montanan transfemmes.

[theflyingsealion]

I think one of the most vital parts of any curse of Strahd campaign is that when you're establishing the dynamic between your Strahd and Rahadin they both have to be at least a little weird about it

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Okay so first, some world building background on this chaotic svsss au. It won’t make sense without it.

The system is actually an organization that deals with organizing the multiverse. Every book that’s written creates a new universe where that world is true. Except, when the book becomes a world, it is now subjected to reality rules as well.

So a book full of plot holes will start to fill in those plot holes and butterfly effects of characters gaining depth can cause the world to derail from the original book. When this happens the world is considered a failure and starts to decay.

The system is an organization of people that work to keep worlds on track to prevent them from imploding. They send people to worlds in disguise as side characters to nudge the protagonist and other important characters down the correct path. If it implodes, the workers are punished and the protagonists that failed become workers in the system to work off their karmic debt.

Shen Yuan was a protagonist, but his book was very poorly written and his character was bland and suppose to do great things, but as a person, wasn’t actually built to do those things. The author made him chronically ill (and then kept forgetting about his “illness”) and struggle with depression. So when his world was born, he couldn’t keep up with the plot no matter how much he tried because.. he wasn’t built for it. He died prematurely and relatively unknown. This caused his world to decay and him to become another worker for the system.

He is assigned to many low class “easy” worlds and is forced by the system to be forgettable and background as he helps various protagonists succeed. He is cynical over finding out he failed so badly because a bad author wrote him one dimensional.

And then one day he’s assigned to Luo Binghe’s world. It’s supposed to be an easy world. He should be able to be in, do his various jobs, and get out. Except, the system made a mistake. Luo Binghe was written with true sight, which when paired with his high intelligence, is a bad combo for an unsuspecting system worker. The issue is that the system didn’t think “true sight” would supersede the system itself. It considered that to be something that would only work on things that should belong in the universe—so a system worker should be able to be disguised unnoticed.

This is not what happens.

Luo Binghe can see Shen Yuan. He can see through the disguise around him (it looks like a ghost image placed over Shen Yuan) and he notices that Shen Yuan is always helping him and saving him. The system charms to interfere and make Luo Binghe not notice Shen Yuan don’t work either. And because Luo Binghe is smart, he never says anything. He just lets Shen Yuan keep pretending to be a random NPC stranger.

He can also read the system notifications over Shen Yuan’s shoulder and he starts to figure out what the system is and why Shen Yuan is hiding from him. But because of all this, no matter how much Shen Yuan tries, he cannot keep the world on track. It keeps deviating because Luo Binghe has no interest in his potential wives.

Shen Yuan is freaking out. He’s crying tears of blood. He did NOT sign up for this. No matter how cool and pretty Luo Binghe is.

So, because the world is deviating, the system administrators pull Shen Yuan out. They figure they need someone with more experience and that Shen Yuan’s just bad at the job. So they send in a better worker. And insert him into Shen Yuan’s place expecting the man can just slide into Shen Yuan’s last disguise. As you’d expect, this does not go over well.

Luo Binghe can see through the disguise and instantly knows that’s not Shen Yuan. He has a fit (understandably) and goes completely feral. He demands violently that Shen Yuan be returned. At which point, the system administrators start to realize they fucked up.

Good news is, they can write the world off as dying and when it caves, Luo Binghe will die with it and become a system worker so their fuck up will be solved! The system can just cut its losses!!

…except Luo Binghe has a dimension hopping sword. And he’s on a mission to find Shen Yuan. And if he’s not in the world when it collapses… well. He doesn’t die. And if he’s doesn’t die? He doesn’t become a system worker the system can control.

And now we have a high speed chase of Luo Binghe world hopping through dimension after dimension, derailing world after world and sending them on implosion courses as system workers chase desperately after him trying to stop him before he destroys more worlds.

And the system is starting to regret not giving Shen Yuan back when they could have.

In the meantime though, Shen Yuan, who failed badly on his last mission with Luo Binghe, is sent to a punishment realm. It’s another world that’s already passed its original story and fully safe from deterioration. In this world, Shen Yuan is forced into a lowly role of a servant that’s abused by his master.

Shen Yuan is not having a good time. He’d like to unsubscribe from the system. He is forgettable and uninteresting and constantly a failure. No one remembers him ever. Not in his first life and not in any of the others. He just wishes he could make an impact on a single person. He really felt like he had been doing something good with his attempts with Binghe, but in the end…

Shen Yuan should have known it would end the same as always. It’s truly a shame he couldn’t have made a difference even once, isn’t it? Camera zooms in on Luo Binghe destroying the multiverse like a kid destroying a bag of candy. Truly a shame.

[thelonelyshore-if]

Hello everyone. Mini-update here. We are hurtling toward the end of the month, and I know there's been a lack of concrete news on my end about next chapter. Apologies for that. Full disclosure, I've been struggling pretty hard with this chapter. I don't know if I'd fully call it burnout, but my faith in my writing skills has been at an all time low, and I'm not feeling as confident as I'd like.

Not to say I'm not working on chapter three, because I definitely am. It's over 110k words at this point. But I am struggling, and I wanted to be upfront about that.

This all being said, I've made the decision to split the chapter release into two parts. My goal is to finish and release the first part of the chapter in the next week or two. And then, ideally, the second part will come a little bit after that. I'm hoping that if I can stop worrying about finishing everything all at once I can get a solid update out and then quickly wrap up the rest.

I hope everyone is doing well, and thank you all so much for your patience!