#( tw: death )

[soulthesimmer]

ahem.

for those who remember trevor clifford, bonita's baby father... well, the article is true. he is no longer with us. 😫 yes, he was an asshole, but he didn't have to go out like thisssss. i still wanted him to turn his life around lol.

excerpt from mag:

International SimBA Mourns the Loss of Young Star, Trevor Clifford, in Apartment Fire

International SimBA star, Trevor Clifford, perished in a fire that engulfed his apartment early yesterday morning. The cause of the fire is under investigation. Clifford, a beloved teammate and father to a young son, was considered a rising star in the league. "He had an infectious smile and an even brighter future," said his coach, David McLean. "Our hearts go out to his family and loved ones during this difficult time."

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I have a prompt request:

Cain and Abel were born due to an affair between Adam and Lucifer(who was disguised as a hunter). Eve noticed it but doesn’t tell Adam. Meanwhile,Heaven is scheming on how to get rid of them both.

TW: For character death

Adam held his beautiful babies in his arms, they truly were perfect. He knew having them likely hurt Eve's feelings, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Adam had stumbled upon Lucias in the woods ten months ago, both were hunting and hit it off.

It didn't take long before their relationship turned romantic and sexual. He had made Adam feel so loved and special. He didn't even know he could get pregnant until it happened. Lucias had been there for his whole pregnancy getting everything Adam would ever need and want, hunting and fishing for him.

Adam was saddened that he wasn't there when their boys were born. But maybe he'll see again some day?

Eve knew what happened, but she didn't have it in her to take away Adam's happiness. She would raise the boys as her own.

-

Sera sat at a round table with many other angels, fuming about the current events on earth. The first man and the devil had twin boys together, this was completely unacceptable!

Even banished to the pits of Hell Lucifer finds ways to spit in their eye. "You know what must be done about these children, they were never meant to exist."

Michael nodded. "How would you like it done?"

"When they are older, influence the older of the two. I don't care how. Make him be the one to do it, then we will take care of him." Sera's voice was cold and lacking any emotion.

Lucifer wanted to play dirty? Sera would make sure he pays for what he had done.

By hurting his love.

- Years Later -

Adam screamed in horror at the sight before him, he rushed over to his son who laid bloody on the ground unmoving. "What did you do!?" He pulled Abel to his chest and sobbed.

Cain just stood there wide eyed, why did he do that? He was mad sure, but his brother...... "I don't know dad, I'm sorry!"

All Adam could do was cry as he held his youngest son, rocking him like he did when he was a baby.

Sera came down to earth and pointed to Cain. "For your act of violence resulting in a death, you will be cursed to walk this earth alone until you atone for what you did."

Adam snapped his head up. "What? No! Ca-" He turned and his other son was gone, like he was never there. He screamed louder, his heart shattered beyond repair.

After a while of sobbing there, Eve found him and they eventually buried Abel near the house.

-

Lucifer could feel something was very wrong, but he didn't know what. There was a presence of a soul in Hell now and part of him thought it was Adam.

When he answered his door after there were a couple of soft knocks however, he was surprised at who was there. "Abel?"

The newly formed sinner looked up at him with matching yellow and red eyes, other than that he looked like Adam. "Hello, father."

[nightghoul381]

Ellis Twilight ~ Main Route Chapter 6

Disclaimer for route warnings | Masterlist

Additional Content Warnings: This Chapter contains depictions of murder and several mentions of blood

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

Part 1

William: “We’ve received new information from Alfons regarding the kidnapping incidents.”

Jude: “Can ya wait til later? I’m busy right now.”

Seemingly irritated, Jude answered without looking up from his documents.

William: “Oh, here I thought I remembered that you were particularly proactive when it came to cases of human trafficking and kidnapping, Jude.”

Jude: “…”

Since Jude decided to ignore William, Ellis spoke up instead.

Ellis: “What’s the new information?”

Alfons: “I heard that a friend of mine is going to be meeting with someone tomorrow night who’s said to be the ringmaster of that stupid circus.”

Kate: “Wha!?”

Unaware of Alfons sneaking up behind me, I couldn’t help but scream aloud when he whispered in my ear.

Alfons: “Aha! What a wonderful reaction. Are your ears sensitive?”

Ellis: “No, Al. Quit playing with Kate.”

Alfons: “Fufu, scolded by the bodyguard.”

(Alfons is another person that I can never tell what he’s thinking… I have to be careful.)

I regained my composure, sat back in my chair, and listened to William’s explanation.

Kate: “The ringmaster… but you said the circus had disbanded, right?”

William: “Aah. Isn’t it strange?”

The self-righteous King's blood-red eyes narrowed in amusement as he talked about the incident.

William: “It is certain that the ‘ringmaster’ has important information regarding the mastermind behind the kidnapping.”

William: “I don’t know if the ‘ringmaster’ is the one in charge or if there is someone behind him.”

Alfons: “It would be appropriate to capture the leader alive and interrogate him.”

Alfons: “I’ve also got all the information on where they’ll meet. I’m very skilled aren’t I?”

Alfons smiled, giving off a sultry, sweet air.

William: “I’d like you three to go to that place tomorrow. Please?”

Ellis: “Okay.”

Ellis nodded, as casually as if he’d just been invited to a picnic.

Jude: “Tch…You got the information, didn’t ya? You go.”

Alfons: “I’m afraid I’m not good when it comes to restraining, interrogations, or hand-to-hand combat. I’m sensitive.”

Ellis: “So—”

Ellis: “Can I kill anyone that's not the leader?”

A dark voice instantly drowned out the lively exchange between Jude and Alfons.

(--)

A shiver ran down my spine.

I’m sure I’ve heard that phrase before.

Startled by the disturbing words that came from Ellis’ lips, I couldn’t help but look up at him.

William: “—Ah, I don’t mind.”

William: “If you decide it’s necessary, there’s no reason to stop you.”

William: “Be true to your evil.”

Ellis: “Understood.”

Part 2

William: “Be true to your evil.”

Ellis: “Understood.”

I felt like I had gotten used to encountering chaos.

(But that’s…)

(Only because Jude and Ellis didn’t take the lives of people who would attack them out of personal grudges.)

When I realized this, I discovered that my work as ‘fairytale keeper’ to record their sins had not even begun.

(That’s just how it was until now.)

(With Crown’s mission of ‘conquering evil with evil’… That may not be the case.)

Ellis: “You don’t have to worry about anything Kate.”

Ellis: “I’ll protect you.”

*******************Choices*********************

1. …Thank you.

2. I have to protect myself

**3. Please be careful too, Ellis.  +4 +4 **

*************************************************

Kate: “Please be careful too, Ellis.”

Ellis: “Me? … fufu, thank you.”

Ellis: “It’s kind of refreshing to have you worry about me at a time like this.”

I think it’s only natural that he would be heartbroken if he was made to kill someone, because he was kind and cared deeply about the happiness of others.

(…I hope that Ellis can complete this mission without having to kill anyone.)

--Then, late at night the next day.

The woman who is said to be a friend of Alfons, has bright red hair.

Without noticing she was being followed, she walked into a small, deserted bar.

The storefront is old and desolate, and looks like it’s been long since abandoned.

Kate: “…Should we also go inside?”

Ellis: “In that small, deserted store, we’d likely be noticed as soon as we entered…”

(But if there’s another exit, we might lose track of her…)

As I was waiting anxiously, I imagined various different things,

But despite my concern, the woman soon came out of the building.

(That was… a lot faster than I thought.)

Redhead woman: “I’m not going to do it after all, I though it would be good to follow my dreams, but… it seems like too much for me.”

The woman called out to the person in the store and started walking down the dark street.

Kate: “Looks like the recruitment failed…”

Jude: “…”

Jude quickly turns and enters the building.

Ellis also took a step forward and I was about to follow suit--.

Ellis: “Ah.”

Ellis looked to the woman who was leaving and raised his voice.

Kate: “Ellis? What is it—”

When I look beyond his line of sight…

Redhead woman: “Ngh! Ghh…!”

A thick arm protruded from the back alley and grabbed her.

It happened so quickly—

Immediately after, her figured disappeared, as if swallowed by the darkness.

(The kidnapper!?)

Part 3

(The kidnapper!?)

Ellis: “…”

Before I could think about anything, Ellis ran after her.

I was contemplating whether to head to the store or to the alleyway—

Kate: “…!”

I ran out into the alley after Ellis, only a step behind.

When I reached the back of the alley-- I saw multiple men surrounding the woman and trying to restrain her while covering her mouth.

(What is this…!)

Ellis: “Are you the kidnappers?”

A man who looks like a kidnapper: “…!”

His stern eyes fixed on Ellis and then on me behind him.

A man who looks like a kidnapper: “—Women are worth money, keep ‘em alive. Kill the bastard.”

At the command of the man who seems to be the leader, men rush toward us.

Kate: “Gh…”

I swallowed back the scream that was about to burst out and strained my stomach.

(Ah, what, I need some kind of weapon…!)

I immediately picked up a deck brush that was leaning against a wall in the back alley and held it—

Ellis’ hand gently stopped me.

Ellis: “Kate, stay here.”

Ellis kicks off the ground.

(Ah--)

--The next moment blood was spraying everywhere.

When Ellis approached, the men fell to the ground one after another, like a puppet with its strings cut.

(…a knife…?)

Gazing into the darkness, I finally noticed that his hand was holding a black-bladed knife.

The black-blade moved as if swimming through the darkness, easily snatching away lives.

And yet… Ellis had the same expression on his face as usual.

(Is that really Ellis…?)

He was kind and offered a helping hand to anyone,

But right now, in front of my eyes, he was killing people emotionlessly and I can’t help but watch…

I just stared at him in shock, still clutching the deck brush.

Ellis: “…I guess that’s everyone.”

After killing everyone before they had a chance to scream, Ellis looked back at me in a pool of blood.

The feeling of discomfort that I’d been turning a blind eye to for a long time began creeping up again.

“—Shall we kill her?”

Ellis: “Kate…?”

Kate: “Eh…Ah.”

Ellis: “Your face is pale… Are you okay?”

Sheathing his knife, Ellis walked up to me.

The moment his hand reached out, my body trembled.

(…)

Ellis: “…”

Part 4

The moment his hand reached out, my body trembled.

(…)

Ellis: “…”

For a moment, his hands looked like they were stained with blood, but they turned out to be clean without even a single drop of blood to be seen.

It’s a chilling sign of familiarity with the crime.

Ellis: “…I’m sorry. You’re scared.”

He gently lowered his hands, not touching me.

Ellis: “I should have asked you to keep your eyes closed so you wouldn’t have to see it.”

His eyes, like the sky at dusk, are full of worry and concern for me.

Ellis seemed to understand that this was a frightening scene.

That confused me even more.

(Ellis, are you okay?)

Kate: “Um, what… what about the woman?”

Ellis: “Hmm, she’s fine… I think she’s just passed out.”

Jude: “Tch… Ya killed everyone?”

Ellis: “Jude. What about the store?”

Slipping past me and Ellis,

Jude walked over to a corpse and inspected it coldly.

Jude: “When I came in, he’d already escaped in a horse-drawn carriage from the back door. He’s quick to run.”

Jude: “Jeez, let at least one of ‘em live. Otherwise I can’t interrogate ‘em.”

Ellis: “Sorry. He said as long as we didn’t kill the leader I would be fine…Also.”

Ellis: “He was trying to harm Kate.”

Jude: “…”

(Then, this tragic situation…)

(This happened because I followed you, Ellis--)

Ellis: “… It’s okay now, Kate.”

Ellis smiles kindly at me.

But I… couldn’t smile back at him smiling in the pool of blood.

Jude carried the attacked woman and took her to the town doctor.

Alfons will find out about the situation later from his friends.

We then headed back to the castle.

Kate: “…”

Step by step, I proceeded down the hallway.

I was still in shock at witnessing someone die up close.

My legs were still shaking, I was unable to accept that it was Ellis who had done all of this.

Ellis: “…”

While escorting me to my room, Ellis kept a little distance from me out of concern.

Ellis: “We’re here, Kate.”

When I looked up, Ellis was smiling a little sadly—

Part 5

Ellis: “We’re here, Kate.”

When I looked up, Ellis was smiling a little sadly—

As I was about to say “thank you” to him for escorting me to my room, I suddenly realized something important.

(Ellis protected me… And I still haven’t even thanked him for that yet.)

Kate: “About earlier… Thank you for protecting me, Ellis.”

Ellis: “No. It’s my job to escort you, Kate.”

Ellis: “But, this time I failed…”

The darkness of his voice is filled with regret.

Ellis: “If you hadn’t seen that, you would be happier.”

Ellis: “I already knew you were a hard worker and that you would push yourself even if you were scared.”

Ellis: “I should have said, “You follow Jude” before going into the alley.”

(Ellis…)

Ellis: “Next time, I’ll be careful not to kill someone in front of you.”

(Only in front of me… then what about when I’m not around?)

Kate: “…Ellis…!”

I immediately grabbed Ellis’ palm as he tried to leave.

(I can’t believe that a person who can relate to someone’s fear and pain and say such words would not be hurt by killing someone…)

Kate: “Ellis…Aren’t you having a hard time…?”

Ellis: “…”

My gaze met Ellis’ and his eyes widened in wonder.

As we stared at each other, for some reason the surprise disappeared from his eyes.

Ellis: “Ah… I see.”

Ellis: “I thought you were just scared of me.”

Ellis: “You were worried that I was hurt, so you made that face…”

Ellis: “…You’re so kind, Kate.”

He smiled softly at me, and my heart tightened.

Ellis: “If I say it like this, I might scare you again.”

Ellis: “It’s not that painful, so don’t worry.”

Kate: “…Really?”

Ellis: “Yeah, really… See, my hands aren’t shaking like yours.”

(Even when I asked “Are you going to kill me?”)

(Even when you killed so many people just now… you didn’t hesitate.)

(Is it because you’re doing a job ‘for someone’?)

Ellis is a person who makes people happy.

A person who spreads happiness and considers the joy of others as his own.

For that purpose—he was also someone who was willing to get his hands dirty.

(But… Will Ellis be happy in the end?)

(What about your own happiness, Ellis--?)

With the rising emotions, my hand holding Ellis’ gripped tighter.

Kate: “…Hot milk.”

Ellis: “Eh…?”

Kate: “My body is cold… don’t you sleep better after drinking it?”

Ellis: “…”

After his surprise, Ellis’ eyes gently softened as usual.

Ellis: “I’d like that.”

Ellis: “In the middle of the night, I actually like hot milk with butter and sugar.”

Ellis whispered this happily.

His smile was so disjointed from the cruel scene from earlier, it made my heart hurt even more.

(For others… Even for someone he just met, like me… Ellis pours out everything—)

(I want to make Ellis happy too.)

Chapter 6 His Side Story | Next Chapter

[cinnamondumz]

Miasma

Statement of Hannah Dean, regarding a sick patient she took care of. Original statement given August 12th, 20XX. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute.

Statement begins.

My name is Hannah Dean, I work as a doctor at Pearl Garden Hospital. Let’s just get right to it. I don’t know when she was admitted into the hospital, where she came from, who her parents were, nothing. All I knew was that I was to be taking care of her. When I first entered her room, she was sat in her cot and stared right at me. She looked to be around, 13 or 14 years old? Had greasy hair and old bandages around her arms and legs. I’m not sure why I didn’t notice how everything was so… dirty, at first. The walls were stained, the floor was grotty, and the patient herself was overall, filthy. I walked over to her nonetheless and introduced myself, like I always did. I tried to run a few checkups on her, but as soon as I got close I felt a wave of sickness… emanate from her, somehow. I immediately stepped back, and that sickly feeling went away.

Have you ever heard of the Miasma theory? Where diseases are supposedly caused by bad air and such? This patient—I’m not sure how else to explain this. She had… bad air. There was like an invisible ball of gaseous sickness all around her. It made me want to puke. She gazed up at me with an innocent and confused look, and I couldn’t help but feel bad for her. I went back to do a physical exam on her, checking her skin and eyes, looking into her throat and ears, checking her pulse, the usual. It was hard to focus though, the awful feeling of nausea and illness ruminating off of her and right back at me. She was in a rough shape from the looks of it, she could’ve be suffering from a myriad of things. I figured I’d prescribe some acetaminophen, so I told her I would be back, and left the hospital room.

When I exited, I instantly noticed the change in air quality. It was so much more fresh and breathable outside of the patient’s room, despite still being in a building with what should’ve been the same conditions. That’s when I realized the difference in cleanliness as well, the halls had a scent of rubbing alcohol and chlorine, but her room… honestly, was foul. I went to grab the medicine for her when a friend of mine and also fellow co-worker, Wendy Lovett, bumped into me. She was surprised to see me and said that I looked unwell. I didn’t know what she was talking about until she showed me with her phone. I looked like I had a cold or something, but it wasn’t that serious, could just be the long hours getting to me. I mentioned I was getting some medicine for the patient in room 43, but Wendy looked more concerned for me. She told me there wasn’t a patient in room 43. I said that there definitely was one, and that she could come with me to take care of the patient if she really didn’t believe me.

We came back to the patient and Wendy wrinkled her nose as she entered. The patient still sat on that cot. I poured one chewable tablet of the medicine in my hand and instructed her how to take it. I’m not sure why, but she looked a little disappointed when she took it. Wendy walked over to the patient and I could see her face shift from mild disgust to utter repulsion. She must have gotten a little close and experienced that… bad air. Once the patient was done, I gave her a glass of water and Wendy practically dragged me out. She shut the door to the room and told me that patient was not normal. It was hard to disagree with Wendy, there was something strange about her and we both felt sick after being around her. We agreed that I would give the responsibility of taking care of this patient to someone else, probably more capable of dealing with sicker patients. The next day, I asked another doctor, Vincent Roussel, if he could handle the patient for me, as I was feeling ill. He begrudgingly agreed, and I stayed home.

I came back to work feeling much better after that, but I couldn’t help but notice Vincent looked really bad. His usually kept hair was a mess, he had stains all over his shirt, and his glasses were smudged and crooked. I asked if he was okay. Vincent glared at me and told me he was just fine, but judging from his cough and sniffly nose, he was not. I didn’t see him for the rest of the day, until I walked past room 43 nearing the end of my shift, the door slightly askew. Curiosity got the better of me, and I took a little peak inside. The room looked a lot dirtier than I remember, now with insects crawling and flying around the walls and floors. Vincent was now lying in the cot and he looked like a corpse, but he was still alive, the shaky rise and fall of his chest showed that. The patient stood beside the cot, remarkably looking a whole lot healthier, with her hand on Vincent’s shoulder. I think she was saying or whispering things, but I couldn’t hear what. I… I quickly left after seeing that.

Vincent was found dead in the hospital a few days later. The police haven’t found anything about what could have caused his death. I’ve only told Wendy about seeing the patient with Vincent so far, since I doubt the police would find the information helpful. We’ve both been avoiding room 43, even though it’s probably perfectly normal and clean now. That patient… I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since. I hope I never do.

Statement ends.

[sashagaier]

an inescapable fate

my art twitter: 🤍

[batwynn]

I know a lot is going on in the world right now but this kind of loss of art is breaking my heart in two.

The Valentino’s Costume Group in Hollywood has lost everything after the death of their co-founder, the pandemic, strikes, etc. and is now being forced to do a very quick liquidation sale before having to send all of their years of hard work to be turned into rags. (Yes this is a real thing)

These people have crafted thousands of costumes over 20 years to rent to everyone and anyone who needed one. They’re sex worker and queer friendly. They’re also being accused of being “fast fashion” while being one of the few places in this world actively working against fast fashion with their work. They don’t want to have to turn their hard work into rags. It’s the only option for them with the enormous amount of costumes/fabrics they have to remove from the building very quickly.

So, Californians and anyone willing to travel to Hollywood: YOU can save a costume! (or two?) YOU can save someone’s art from being destroyed! YOU can own pieces of Hollywood! YOU can save so much sewing supplies and fabrics!

Where: 5535 CAHUENGA BLVD, N. HOLLYWOOD

Phone: 818-427-5248

Special hours for Influencers: May 20-30th 9:30am-4:30pm MON-SUN

What: Vintage, designer, menswear, historical, specialty, children’s, shoes, jewelry, vintage hats, show packages, racks, fabric, etc!

Important note: Please be kind and patient with the folks managing this sale. There’s maybe 2-3 people working at the most, and they all just suffered the death of someone close to them and the loss of their dream.

Please, please signal boost this. Their hard work should not go to waste and this terrible loss is already hard enough on them.

[cockaiine]

Gojo the womanizer, they called him.

Yeah, ‘he will break your heart’, you were told.

But they don’t see the look in Satoru’s eyes when you tug at his arm when you ask him to stay the night. No one knows how he kisses your forehead every night, restless until he makes sure you’re asleep.

Your friends warned you, they told you he fucks girls for fun. But they never warned you of the intimacy his grip holds, or the softness in which he huffs your name, calling you as if you were the last girl alive. No one warned you you’d find yourself stuck in his arms every morning, kept close like you’re life itself.

You knew Satoru’s a busy man, everyone presumed he’s busy fooling around with someone else. But you know better. You’re the only one who sees him wounded, muttering that he’s fine, it’s just a scratch, but hissing whenever the cotton dips at his skin.

His blue eyes were dangerous, you were told—and they are, in all the ways you weren’t told. They’re sweet, caring, and lost. He’s not sure what he’s doing, he doesn’t know right from wrong, and he thinks of you as an anchor. You used to think his eyes were crystals, bland and rich and hard to reach. But Satoru’s eyes were an ocean, behind them hid a thousand lives in a man who is not thirty yet.

Satoru brings you flowers every Thursday, a different arrangement from last week, and tells you it’s a good day to celebrate having you in his life. Satoru apologizes when you sneeze because you’re allergic to one of these flowers—he spends the next week making it up to you until it’s Thursday again.

You’d been told he’ll dump you over text, but whenever he’s away on a mission he texts you to make sure you know he loves you. To make sure that you love him. He promises you he’s gonna kiss you until you pass out when he’s back, he tells you he can’t sleep without your snores, he swears he’s going to lose his mind if he can’t see you for much longer.

Satoru listens to every word you say, memorizing every note your voice rises and committing it to memory. He remembers every topic you discuss, every movie you talk about, every pet you gushed over, and even every problem you complained about. But his favorite? Oh, the way you moan his name, trying to hold back but it comes out sobbed and pitched and desperate. He loves it so much he hears it even in his dreams, waking up needy and clinging to you.

And oh, people sing of the miracle he is in bed, chanting of how good they hear he is. But he’s clueless; unsure how to please you, afraid he’d get things wrong. It’s so sweet, really, the way he studies your face, waiting for confirmation that yes, he can continue. That he’s making you feel good.

You heard people say they’d never seen him with the same girl twice, but today you celebrate your second anniversary. Your third anniversary. Your fourth anniversary, when he insists you celebrate at home, unlike every year. Where he gets down on one knee in your backyard, asking you with keen eyes to make him the happiest man alive.

‘Oh, but he’s not a family man,’ You’ve been warned, ‘he’s so busy, your family would be a mess!’ But he swears he won’t be happy until he gets a kid with your eyes. Satoru holds your hand every night, reminding you that he wants to have children and watch them grow with you, promising you you’d be a happy family until the very end of your days.

He’s the strongest, you were told. You told him to stay, you told him it’s too dangerous to go. But he promised he’d come back, what could possibly go wrong? He is the strongest, after all, that’s what all the tales of him tell.

But everything else they said was a lie, and this was no exception. You swore you loved Gojo Satoru, but you’ve never hated him more than when you received news of his death, a baby in your stomach, only three months away. Even when you weep over his coffin, begging him to come back, promising him you’d never be mad at him again, promising him you’d never keep him up late again, promising him you’d never stand in his way again, he doesn’t. 

You don’t regret Gojo Satoru, you never could. But you wonder to yourself every night, what would you tell the little one growing in you? That her father was a legend? Would she understand that?

[shiftythrifting]

Enjoy this $10,000 statue of a body that the first time I saw it I thought it was real. It's been in this antique store for 4+ years, as if people don't want a seemly dead body in their house

[midnightlockhearth]

Link to video: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFYSM16j/

Source:@/middleeasteye on tiktok

Description from the OG video:

Isnotreal returned the bodies of 80 unidentified palestinians taken by its forces.

Some of the bodies were taken by isnotreal forces after they were killed, while others were exhumed from several cemeteries around Gaza, including Al-Shifa cemetery and Al-Nimsawi cemetery in Khan Youins

Pictures were taken of the bodies before burial to facilitate later identification by their families.

[mournfulroses]

Margaret Atwood, from The Selected Poems of Margaret Atwood; "Dream 2: Brian the Still-Hunter,"

[soul-siren]

"You're a Failure, and your family died knowing it."

I finally finished it!

I got majorly distracted with only 2 sections of this left, and it gathered dust for a bit. But here it is! All the angst!

My Emmit Hawke, purple and unromanced. He's just very tired and never given a break, so might as well strand him in the Fade, right? (I love my Hawke, promise)

There was originally a part 2 that has a bit more of a hopeful tune to leaving him behind, but I dunno if I'll get to that. We'll see.

[kidovna]

reality

[mi-xin]

Lamb God

[hehearse]

Creon. Why did you try to bury your brother? Antigone. I owed it to him.

Antigone, adapted by Lewis Galantiere from the play by Jean Anouilh

[thepromptswhisperer]

"Stay." Prompts

“Move in with me.”

“Please. Please don’t leave (me).”

A grabs ahold of B’s hand/arm just as the latter starts to turn away/etc.

“No! Stay— Stay far away from me. Please.”

A invites B to stay at their place for the night.

When their relationship with A gets serious, B finds themselves wanting to run for the hills. (They’ve done so many times in the past, but something about it feels different this time.)

“I can’t stay. Not—Not when you can’t even tell me…”

A got an amazing job offer from someplace across the country. They ask their crush/friend/partner/etc. B for advice on what to do.

“Why did you stay?”

A intends to come home/visit them when they hear B isn’t doing well, but the latter (tries to) convince(s) them not to.

“Marry me?”

A’s apartment/etc. houses more and more stuff that belongs to B/they bought because they know B loves/needs it.

“I could stay like this forever.”

“Stay where you are. I got it.”

For the first time in their life/a long while, A just wants to stay where they are. Stay in this town/etc., with B,… Leaving their old life behind, however, is no easy feat.   

“Don’t move.”

“Do you even want me to stay?”

A often imagines what it would have been like if they would have stayed in their hometown/together with B.

“I know it wasn’t supposed to be/end like this, but… I need you.”

It’s been years since A and B broke up, but sometimes it feels like they are still right there with them.

“Could we just… stay here for a while?”

A asks B to stay by their side during a social gathering, hoping to avoid certain other people/questions like this – or to at least have a buffer.

A repeatedly asks B to stay with them as the latter seems to be dying/dies in their arms.

“I couldn’t stay. Not even for you./Not even if I wanted to.”

“I can’t imagine going back to a life without you.” “Then stay.”

[stuhde]

i had shared what is happening in sudan on a long facebook post last night, but it virtually received almost little to no engagement or shares from the nearly 600 “friends” i have on the site.

this morning, my great-aunt was shot by the soldiers fighting for power, and God forbid, i lose more of my family members before eid this friday.

please read below to understand what is happening and how you can help my country. i hope the tumblr community can show more kindness than the lack of support and advocacy i’ve seen elsewhere.

يا رب اجعل هذا البلد آمناً 🇸🇩

the lack of awareness and advocacy from the African, Arab, and Muslim diaspora and the human rights community has been painful.

while Western media has done little to no coverage of the ongoing conflict in the capital city of my motherland, Sudan, it appears that the rest of the world also partakes in normalizing crimes and violence against SWANA people.

violence and war hurting the SWANA region are NOT ordinary occurrences — no one, regardless of race, creed, ethnicity, religion, and gender, should experience the unprecedented amount of violence that harms my two living grandmothers, aunts and uncles, and baby cousins who live in Khartoum.

your decision to ignore reading or educating and discussing with others about what is likely to be a civil war is complicity in viewing SWANA people as individuals who regularly experience conflict and are undeserving of help.

the silence is damaging, and it is up to us as privileged members of the diaspora (or individuals living in the Western world committed to human rights) to support the people of my country and their dream for a stable, democratically elected government.

what is happening in Sudan is a fight that started on April 15 between two competing forces for power — the Sudanese Army and the Rapid Support Forces (RSF) — neither groups are representative of the needs of our people. The Sudan Army is loyal to the dictator, Omar Al-Bashir, and the RSF is responsible for the genocide in Darfur.

with both power struggles backed by different Arab and Gulf nations, the two parties have been fighting for power for the last few years. While they worked together to try and end the people’s revolution, they lost. however, they are now in a constant power play of who will get to rule the nation.

this all means that war is NOT a reflection of my country — violence does not represent the SWANA people. Sudan is a nation of beautiful culture, strong women, intellectual and influential Islamic scholars, poets, and youth at the front lines of the revolution. we are a people committed to a region of peace for ourselves and the rest of the Ummah.

my family and the rest of Sudan’s innocent civilians are at the most risk, with many currently without drinking water, food to eat, electricity, and complete blockage to any mosques during the final nights of Ramadan, our holiest month of the year.

i ask that you please keep Sudan and our people in your prayers — donate to the Sudan Red Crescent or a mutual aid GoFund Me, email your representatives if you live in a country that can put pressure on either competing force of power, discuss this with your family and friends, and please do not forget to think about SWANA people — our brothers and sisters in Syria, Yemen, Lebanon, and many others need our love and support.

الردة_مستحيلة ✊🏾

#KeepEyesOnSudan