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gerec · 2 months

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could you rec the bests space AU?

The X-Men fandom is absolutely a goldmine for amazing aus, and space aus are some of the best on offer! There are so many great ones that I have to split this into 2 parts, Anon - hope you enjoy:

SPACE AUS - PART 1

Space Jam by Pangea (series)

Prince Charles Xavier is Deputy Commander of the TEF Heartsteel and the newest mission they've been assigned starts out less than desirable and quickly goes downhill from there. It's alright, though, he'll cope.

It doesn't help, though, that he's in unrequited love with his best friend and Commander of the Heartsteel, War-Prince Erik Lehnsherr.

The stars incline us, they do not bind us by ikeracity, Pangea

Intergalactic Federation pilot Lieutenant Charles Xavier is assigned last-minute to a high profile mission: transporting over two thousand prison inmates from an old and overfilled prison complex to a newer, higher-capacity prison stronghold located on the outer reaches of the galaxy. Just as he's settling down for a long and uneventful ride, things take a turn for the worse after the inmates riot and stage a hostile takeover of the ship, leaving Charles to find himself at the complete mercy of cold-blooded killers and facing the chilling prospect that he might not ever make it back home alive.

A Curious Carriage of Crystal and Cold by Etharei

Charles, a miner from a poor village in the countryside, saves the life of Erik Lehnsherr, scion of a successful business family and the richest man on the planet Eisen. Charles is a telepath and somewhat anxious about it, while Erik abstains from relationships because the lights flicker and doors open and electronics vibrate when he gets too excited.

Also featuring a long-suffering sister, a foul-mouthed bodyguard, and a best friend with a heart that is definitely not gold.

In which there are princes, spaceships, long journeys, and old secrets uncovered. (An AU sci-fi fairytale)

The Trouble with Telepaths by endingthemes

“Are you shy about me meeting your family?” Erik asks with a huge smile. “Are you kidding me?”

“It’s not funny,” Charles says, his hands firmly planted on his hips, and it’s honestly hilarious so Erik laughs right in his face.

(Or a Star Trek AU in which Captain Erik Lehnsherr pays a visit to First Officer Charles Xavier's home planet and encounters a few surprises.)

To Rattle the Stars by GQD, Pangea

All his life Charles has chafed at the bonds of gravity that hold him bound to tiny and backwater Montressor, more at home in the sky on his solar surfer than on the ground, where he's stuck working at his stepfather's inn. His heart and soul yearn for the stars, and it's his dream to one day be a spacer and sail across the cosmos on adventure.

The opportunity comes sooner than he ever imagined one night when a ship crash-lands on the inn's front doorstep, carrying a dying pirate with a mysterious map and a dire warning: beware the cyborg.

[A Disney's Treasure Planet AU]

From Rim Space With Love by manic_intent

"Captain Logan! Captain Logan!"

The skinny cadet skitters to a halt next to Logan in the rec room, red-faced and a little out of breath. Logan eyes him with a faint frown, sunk deep into a stimm couch, thumbing up the rim of his captain's hat. He's just come off a torturous fifteen-hour shift, and healing factor or not, Logan's starting to feel it. Warp space is hell on his nerves.

"Settle down, bub. What burned your tail... eh..." Logan concentrates briefly. "Cadet McCoy? Hey. Your blue's showing. Settle down."

McCoy takes in several deep breaths, and the blue fur starting to thread out of his skin sinks back in. "Sir, yes sir. Message from X-Command, sir."

Erik Lehnsherr's Guide to Saving the Universe By Meeting Your Soul-Mate and Falling in Love in Less than 72 Hours by madneto, Pangea

Army Pilot Erik Lehnsherr is just trying to enjoy his day off when a mostly naked person crashes through the roof of his car. Even more alarming, the strange falling naked person—who goes by Charles Xavier when he's not speaking an ancient dead language—brings tidings of the apparent potential end of the world, and begs Erik to help him put a stop to it.

Well. His mother has been nagging at him to go out and meet new people.

Programming by TurtleTotem

Erik is not programmed to feel affection. There's no logical reason for Charles's death to affect him like this. ((Inspired by certain elements of Prometheus, but not a direct crossover.))

Fallen from the Stars by madmalina

Erik’s only purpose in life is to find and kill the man who had his parents executed—Sebastian Shaw, Captain of the Emperor’s fleet. When Erik gets assigned to a job under Shaw’s command—on the spaceship supposed to take the Crown Prince across the galaxy—he’s sure he’s closer to fulfilling his destiny than he has ever been before.

Charles is apprehensively awaiting the day of his twenty-fifth birthday, when he’ll be crowned Emperor, because not only does he have high doubts about his own suitability for the job, he fears the crushing responsibilities it will bring, and ultimately wants nothing more than to live a quiet and peaceful life.

However, the trip across the planets of Charles’ future Empire turns out differently than they both expected, shedding light on intrigues reaching back decades into the past, and forcing both men to put their lives into each other’s hands, even though their differences are seemingly infinite.

To Catch a Thief by lachatblanche

Charles Xavier, heir to the Xavier Corp billlions, is a wealthy, carefree socialite by day, and a skilled and renowned catburglar by night.

It was, he supposes, inevitable that someday someone would find this out.

fly me to the moon (To Catch a Thief Remix) by ikeracity

Charles is a wealthy noble who moonlights as notorious intergalactic art thief X in his spare time. Erik is the bounty hunter hot on his tail (who also happens to have a massive crush on him). A fateful encounter on the luxury resort moon Prioria changes things between them forever.

Stardust by JackyJango

When Charles Xavier, Erik's long-suffering-total opposite- best friend gets dumped by his boyfriend, Erik makes a pact with him, that he'll marry Charles if he's still single even after a decade.

I, Charles Francis Xavier, agree to marry Erik Magnus Lehnsherr if I'm not otherwise married or in a committed relationship as of ten years from today, star-dated- 2020:08:007

Nearly a decade later, Erik will do anything to see Charles with a man who's worthy of him.

Some Forgotten Corner of the Universe by Black_Betty

Erik remembers the boy he met on Osiris. Charles is no longer that boy, but that doesn't mean Erik loves him any less...

Ghost in the Shell by MonstrousRegiment

Out in the black of space, where the only creatures whose company you can always count on are violence and death, making a living is a wager. Erik’s crew of mismatched social misfits scrapes by, toeing the line between law and crime. Normally, they prefer to stay out of the Alliance’s way, but when it comes to defending the very freedom they fought for a decade ago, they only follow one principle: when someone tries to kill you, you kill them right back.

The Persistent Traveller by candycandy (telltail_heart)

Erik is the Chief of Engineering aboard the starship Poseidon, where he’s spent the last 10 years of his life dedicated to his job above all other desires. That is until he receives his newest crew member, Lieutenant Commander Charles Xavier, who proves to be more persistent than a black hole at getting what he wants, which to Erik’s utter confusion appears to be him...

SPACE AUS - PART 2

#gerec rambles #cherik #space aus #fic rec #gerec's fic rec #part 1

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minhyeong · 1 year

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NCT DREAM AS VILLAINS !

warning: a little dark? mentions of murder...

[ mark ]

a cult leader who dreams of starting a revolution

was a former mental health counselor who got his licensed revoked due to unethical practices, but he knows how to read people well due to his background

feeds people water laced with hallucinogens under the guise of the water being blessed so they have an impaired ability to think and behave erratically around others

isolates people from their friends and family so he's the only one they can rely on

uses fear-based manipulation to create panic and control large groups of people at once

claims the world will end in 30 days with only a small number of people being able to survive this event

incites his followers to carry out mass murders by making them think they have to collect as many souls as possible in order to be part of the group that can survive the end of the world

[ renjun ]

a siren who lives among the mermaids and mermen in order to more efficiently prey on unsuspecting people

others consider him mysterious and elusive as he often self-isolates and rarely says more than three sentences around others, but no one suspects him due to his beauty

tucks his sharp teeth under his lips in order to not give away his identity and get banished

has been forced to kill a few mermaids who accidentally found out about his identity and attempted to reveal his secret

has an alluring voice that others find difficult to resist as it seems to alter their minds

sings and lounges around on beaches and rocks to lure people near him before he leads them to a secluded area and drowns them to death at the bottom of the ocean

also finds joy in leading ships and boats into rocks so everyone onboard would crash and perish

digs through the bodies and takes any belongings that he finds interesting as keepsakes

[ jeno ]

a fallen angel expelled due to his wrath, pride, and unwillingness to follow the rules of heaven

has an obsession with annihilation and a strong impulse to destroy that caused him to constantly get in trouble among all the angels who had pure intentions

ultimately wasn't able to resist the urges to sin and participated in a rebellion

helps build the kingdom in hell with other fallen angels after being outcasted and ultimately becomes one of the rulers

gets filled with an even greater craving for corruption of mankind and makes it his goal to elicit the darkest desires in humans

tempts people to engage in morally wrong activities and instills horrible values into the youth so they also won't be able to enter heaven

surprisingly treats the souls in hell really well instead of torturing them and convinces everyone to join him in another attempt to overthrow heaven

[ haechan ]

a romance con artist who expertly plays with lonely people’s desperations to manipulate them

was born into an upper middle class family that fell apart due to a business scam, and he became an orphan who had to fend for himself starting at a young age

is absolutely unapologetic and justifies his actions because he believes he has been a victim of society so he considers his crimes revenge

frequents upscale clubs and resorts and spends a long time observing every person before deeming them an appropriate target

does extensive research on the backgrounds of potential targets in order to identify their areas of weakness

promises them a future and loyalty with the sweetest smile while convincing them to borrow large sums of money and transfer them to him

completely disappears from the surface of the earth once he takes everything from them; once left someone waiting for him at the wedding altar after he got them to empty out their bank accounts

[ jaemin ]

a correctional nurse who believes he is getting rid of all evil in the world by eliminating those who have offended

his modus operandi is injecting lethal substances into the bodies of sick inmates after he renders them unconscious

gloats as he watches their bodies twitch in agony

travels between jails, prisons, and juvenile detention centers and leaves a series of deaths behind him but doesn't get caught for a long time because he stages them to look like sudden cardiac death

does really convincing acting when he tells other staff about the person passing away and even sheds some tears

generally targets inmates who have shown no remorse for their crimes but will target those who don't admit to their crimes either

ends up killing some innocent people who were wrongfully convicted as a result but he doesn't recognize this because he thinks every inmate deserves their sentence

[ chenle ]

a notorious bandit who travels around the world committing burglary and has his face plastered all over wanted posters

part of a larger group of social outlaws who are tired of seeing the rich have too much power, so their principle is to rob the rich only

sells whatever they steal and anonymously donates a portion of the earnings to organizations that help underserved communities

really into challenges and taking risks so he has even attempted burglaries while there were people in the house just for the thrill

doesn't even try to hide his identity when he commits crimes and even looks directly at security cameras with an arrogant smirk

likes to leave taunting notes at every local precinct after he commits a crime

his partners in crime have asked him to tone it down too many times and believe his confidence will be his downfall, but he still evades the police every single time

[ jisung ]

a parasitic flower that sustains his life by feeding off people's energy

starts off as a small, nearly indistinguishable bud and blooms only during certain months of the year to lure people to pick him and bring him home

emits an addictive, pungent aroma that quickly invades people's senses and causes bouts of euphoria

latches onto whoever picks him and absorbs all their energy insidiously until they become weak, fall ill, and eventually pass away

repeats the cycle and gains a human form when he becomes powerful enough

eventually opens his own flower shop and only sells parasitic flowers that are grown by him

detectives ruled all deaths as natural until they eventually noticed that all victims have the same flowers at home that would not wilt despite not receiving any care

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #mark scenarios #renjun scenarios #jeno scenarios #haechan scenarios #jaemin scenarios #chenle scenarios #jisung scenarios

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skellymom · 5 months

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A TRIBUTE TO THE CLONES

As The Bad Batch Season 3 Comes To A Close...

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"Goodnight Kamino"

(Taken from the Billy Joel song "Goodnight Saigon". I chose this song in particular as George Lucas wrote Star Wars with Vietnam in mind. EVERYONE...I WAS 6 YEARS OLD WHEN THE VIETNAM WAR ENDED! In my mind, the Clones are singing this song together...)

We met as soul mates on Kamino Island We left as inmates from an asylum And we were sharp as sharp as knives And we were so gung ho to lay down our lives

We came as highly engineered forces Sacrificed men as numbered corpses And we learned fast to travel light Our arms were heavy, but our bellies were tight

We had no home front, but we learned to cope They sent us holos, that gave us some hope We dug in deep and shot on sight And bet on the Force and the Light

We fought the Clankers on the landscape We passed the Spotchka and played our Jizz tapes And it was dark, so dark at night And we held on to each other, brother to brother We promised our Jedi's we'd fight

And we would all go down together We said we'd all go down together Yes, we would all go down together

Remember Jessie, remember Fives Tech fell on Eriadu, the end of their lives And who was wrong? And who was right? It didn't matter in the thick of the fight

We held the day in the palm of our hands They ruled the night, and the night Seemed to last as long as six cycles On Kamino Island

We killed with blaster fire, now serving the Empire And they were sharp, as sharp as knives They activated our chips, we killed Jedi on their ships Execute Order 66 had arrived

And we will all go down together We said we'd all go down together Yes, we would all go down together

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blackbird-brewster · 4 months

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CM Unpopular Opinions

Just a couple of weeks out from the new season, the new trailer just dropped, and people are getting hyped. For last season, I made a CME predictions post (which mostly came to pass, bc this show is so predictable) -- but this season, I'm going to post some unpopular opinions going into S17. Don't like, don't read.

WILL. Since we know Will won't be in this season, there have been speculations that JJ/Will will be getting a divorce, or that Will is going to die. I do NOT want Will to die. I hate that guy, I've never liked his character, but you know who I do love? JJ. She has already been through SO much, I do NOT want Hotch 2.0 in S17. I don't want Will to die, because that would be like ripping half of JJ's soul out of her chest and she deserves better. What I actually think will happen -- is just that Will is going back to being an off-screen partner like he was for most of the series.

JEMILY. I've already written my thoughts on Paget's Jemily hints on social media and why I think that's simply queerbaiting. There's no way Jemily is going to be canon, and I am HAPPY about that. I don't want Jemily to be canon!! Look at how this show treats canon relationships!! How many female romantic interests have been tortured and killed???? Why would I ever want Jemily in that crossfire? Also, as a fanfic author who has been writing Jemily for the past decade -- I don't want them to become canon, because that will squander so much creative potential. Fic authors fill in the gaps and subtext of canon, that's our job, when a relationship becomes canon it really loses it's appeal. That being said, I would love to actually see Emily and JJ interacting again. S16 really ignored their decade-long friendship altogether. Shit, I would love to just see them in the same fricking scene again.

REBECCA. All I want is for Rebecca to survive this season. As mentioned above, the way this show treats romantic interests of main characters is HORRIBLE. I'm forever furious with how the show handled Tara/Rebecca's relationship last season. I know fans hated Rebecca for getting pissed at Tara, but I still don't agree. What I do hate is how as soon as Tara's queerness served it's plot point (getting the inmate to admit he's gay too) -- the show nuked Tara's relationship altogether. I seriously love Rebecca, I think she adds a lot to the show. And since we already know Rebecca is in S17, I would LOVE to see Tara/Rebecca sit down and actually talk through their issues (like real adults!). I would LOVE for them to get the happy ending they deserve.

GARCIA'S ROMANCE. For real, I do not care about any of this love triangle bullshit with Garcia between Tyler and Luke or whatever tf is happening. I seriously hated what they did to Garcia's character in S16, it felt like they completely erased the prior 15 years from her character and replaced it with the most basic hetnormative romance plot. I don't ship Garvez (nor her and Tyler), so I don't really care about that side of things. But I would LOVE to get our Garcia back. I miss her so much.

RETURNING CHARACTER RUMORS. If one of the past cast members comes back in S17 I do not want it to be MGG. CME already focused an entire season on Rossi's man-pain (literally the only reason they killed Krystal was for him to be angry 🙃). I do NOT want another season of white-male centric plot lines (even though that's clearly what's gonna happen with Voight) If anyone actually comes back to guest, I want it to either be Matt or Derek. Alternatively, I do have a crack theory that the unsub/Gold Star is actually Elle Greenaway. A trained government assassin, she became a vigilante after leaving the BAU and she's been operating for all these years without detection. Now THAT would be a good twist.

Listen, overall, I'm not looking forward to another season of Evolution. I think they're trying way too hard to turn CM into some edgy, gritty, Norwegian-type crime drama and in doing so, they've ruined some of my favourite characters irrevocably. I don't have high hopes for S17.

#criminal minds #cm evolution #emily prentiss #rebecca wilson #tara lewis #tebecca #jennifer jareau #jemily #penelope garcia #cm commentary #cm meta #cm s17

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it-happened-one-fic · 1 year

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Gems - Fortress Maximus

Author Notes: Last fic for today, but I wanted to get the fics I hadn't written for my usual fandoms posted today as a sort of treat for myself. Don't worry, as of next week it'll be back to the usually scheduled fics. I wrote this while listening to "Meet Me in The Wood" by Lord Huron. Reader is human and gender-neutral, I hope you enjoy

Type: Fluff/ platonic or romantic (whichever you prefer)/ gender neutral reader

Word count: 1983

I watched as the familiar but heartbreaking presence of Fortress Maximus passed me by. Finding him on Garrus-9 had both been a relief and a nightmare in the making.

What Overlord had done was beyond wrong and Max had scars that would last him for a lifetime. That, added to the fact that he’d snapped, hurt Rung, and thus had himself deemed dangerous was more than enough to worsen his view on both life and himself.

I hadn’t met him till after he’d been found, but even I could tell that what was left now was a mere husk of the mech who’d kept track of all the inmates of Garrus-9.

I found myself trotting out the door, following the enormous mech that typically avoided me. I was small compared to most Cybertronians to say the least, but compared to him I was downright miniscule. But, despite that, he always seemed to know where I was. Except for this time.

Currently he was so deep in his thoughts and memories that he was oblivious to my presence.

I couldn’t blame him, though. Receiving news of Overlord was likely beyond horrifying for the gigantic fellow.

I had to run full-tilt to have any hope of catching up to him before he made it to his berth-room where he would doubtless stew on his trauma and newfound info on Overlord.

I couldn’t say that Max would seek vengeance. He wasn’t the type to sneak away and go off on a revenge-driven mission. Instead, he was the type to withdraw from all social contact and beat himself up over things that were anything but his fault.

And that was something I couldn’t stand. I hadn’t known Max long, but I could tell he was a gentle soul who avoided me for fear of hurting me.

Despite Rodimus’s hypothesis that Max was afraid of humans, something told me that he wasn’t. I’d seen his discreet glances and hidden smiles that were directed specifically at me.

No one else on this ship was as close to the floor as I was, so who else could it be directed at?

I was panting by the time I’d gotten close enough to hope that he would hear my call. Loud to my ears, but probably close to a whisper for him considering the raw distance between me and his helm, “MAX!”

He turned, despite all odds, and his optics immediately landed on me. He looked exhausted, with his expression holding the kind of fatigue that went beyond weariness and delved straight into his innermost core.

What was worse was that he’d looked that way for days. Even Rung had confided in me during lunch that he was very concerned for his patient/friend.

Max was worse than he’d ever been and something told me it was more than just lack of sleep.

“Max are you…” I struggled to come right out and question his well-being.

Max didn’t like for others to worry about him. In fact, he avoided attention as much as he could.

But right now he just stared down at me. Tried but as patient as ever. Making me feel ridiculous for struggling to ask him a very, very simple question.

I sighed, inhaling before coming right out and asking exactly what I’d come to ask, “Are you alright?”

He blinked at me, having the audacity to look surprised at my concern. Were it anyone else I might have been irritated. But this was Max. He probably didn’t think anyone, much less the lone human on this ship, cared.

“You look exhausted and… Well, I know something is wrong.”

He snorted, surprising me with the cynical sound, “Isn’t something always wrong around here?” He straightened, optics scanning the hallway like he was making sure no one else was around.

I mean… He wasn’t wrong. This crew had run into one issue after another. “Well, yeah. But this is sort of worse than usual, isn’t it?”

His optics flicked back down to me, a sort of hollowness to his gaze as he uttered two words, “Is it?”

I almost cringed at his question. Because it was definitely worse than usual. Max was never like this.

“Max… You haven’t been acting right these past few days and I… I’m worried,” I faltered slightly, hardly knowing what to say but also desperate to do something for this gigantic, but uniquely gentle mech.

There was a flatness to his tone when he answered, “I haven’t been ‘right’ since I woke up back on Garrus-9.”

This time I did cringe. His words were likely true, and it was to be expected. No one could have come out that unchanged.

But at my reaction, the mech’s expression softened slightly and he shook his head, “I’m sorry. It’s not your fault and you’re being very kind. You have been very kind this entire time.”

He sighed, rubbing at his neck awkwardly before gesturing to the door, “Would you like to come in?”

I barely hid my surprise at his offer.

Max had been shy at best since coming here and my best attempts at befriending him were usually met with polite refusals. Him inviting me into his berth-room could only mean one thing. He really was upset this time. Upset enough that he couldn’t turn away offers of assistance.

I nodded though, following him into the dark room that soon flickered with cold blue light as the sensors registered our presence. His room was surprisingly bare, there was little in the way of personal items. In fact, if I were to be blunt, it seemed cold and impersonal.

“So… What is this all about Max?” He turned slightly, meeting my eyes with a guarded look. He sighed though, seemingly surrendering to the fact that I was here now, and lowered his servo for me to clamber onto.

He was unfailingly gentle when he held me. In many ways, he seemed to be terrified that he would hurt me even though I knew just from his actions that he’d sooner injure himself. He took slow steps, careful not to jostle me as we moved across the room.

He barely tilted his servo, letting me slide off and onto his berth which he sat down on next to me. “I’ve been thinking about everything that’s happened.”

I nodded at his answer as I settled in for a long talk with him, “Everything that has happened since coming here or…?” I trailed off, not quite willing to bring up that period of his life.

ButI was spared as he glanced sideways at me, knowing exactly what I meant, “Both.”

I hummed, out of my element but determined to try and help Max sort through his current troubles. If I could get him started talking then hopefully Rung could step in and finish up during their appointments.

“Did the recent…” I paused, searching for the word. Overlord showing up in our basement was bad enough, now he was loose and seemed to still have an obsession with the mech next to me, “The recent information start all of this?”

Max merely snorted and shook his head, “No. This has been coming on for a while. I suppose I’m lost. I don’t know who I am anymore and I can’t go back to the way I was…. Not now.”

That was… A lot more than I had expected. Max was usually so quiet, I’d never thought he’d actually open up. Much less to me.

I hesitantly reached out, cautiously brushing my hand against his servo that rested next to me and he looked down. He wasn’t surprised, just tired looking.

I offered a weak smile as I did my best to offer advice and comfort, “Change is natural. Everyone goes through change.”

He smiled at me wryly, “You sound like Rung.”

I snorted despite myself at his words, “Is that a good thing?”

His smile fell and he looked off to the side, “Well… I kind of wanted to talk to you.” I stilled at his words, realizing exactly how stupid I’d been to try and behave like Rung. If he wanted to talk to his therapist he could have. But he hadn’t. He’d invited me into his berth room to talk to me.

I shifted awkwardly, looking away, unsure as to why he would want to talk to me but resolving to do just that and let him talk to me. Because even if it was awkward I could do that for him at the very least.

If I wanted him to tell me about his scars I’d have to share mine.

“I… uh. I lost track of myself too at one point after coming here.” I was tense as his head swiveled so he could stare at me with wide optics. I couldn’t bring myself to look back at him, instead opting to lift my shoulder in a self-conscious half-shrug.

“I guess that when I came aboard I hadn’t realized how much my home had been a part of me….” I could feel his silent stare, prodding me to continue so I did, feeling more and more awkward the second.

“Being away from Earth has been difficult and when….” I inhaled, encouraging myself to keep going, “Well… when you lose track of yourself it can’t help but be hard.”

I shook my head, because hard wasn’t the right word. I looked up at him, finally meeting his gaze, “In fact, it's beyond hard. It feels impossible sometimes. You learn things you don’t like about yourself and you want to change but stay the same all at once.”

I felt myself quail slightly under the weight of his stare, “At least… That’s how it’s been for me.”

His gaze softened and he nodded, “It is.”

Silence fell after his answer, and I really didn’t know what else to say. I could only hope he’d take the opening I’d given him to talk about his troubles.

He looked away, venting loudly as if he were preparing, “I don’t know if I’m a coward, weak, or a fool.” He looked back towards, sympathetic sadness lingering in his optics, “But I do know I’m not as brave as I thought.”

I felt myself smile slightly, a somber expression, but the best reassurance I could muster in this oddly raw moment. “I think you’re brave. You’ve lasted far longer than I would have under some pretty impossible pressure.”

I hesitated in the face of his slight smile, not sure if I could or should continue. Perhaps my current thoughts would sound stupid. But I forged onwards anyways, keeping a smile on my face as I continued, “You know, back on Earth they say diamonds are formed under pressure and that we see new parts of ourselves when things are at their worst. Maybe that’s what’s happening to us.”

He smiled, a little bigger and a little brighter this time. It made me wonder what he was like before he’d seen hell and came back out. Fire-forged, but scarred and wounded. “Maybe.”

I smiled back at him, feeling a little bit more genuine with this smile before looking away and allowing myself a quiet exhale.

I was relieved that he seemed to feel a bit better and mortified that I’d shared what made me feel so shallow. I wasn’t the only one away from home after all….

“For what it’s worth,” His words dragged my startled attention back to him. I’d thought he was done…

“I think you’ll make one of the loveliest of all the gems Earth has ever made.'' I blinked up at him and he looked away, coughing slightly into his servo.

I felt myself smile and nudged his other servo again, immediately gaining his attention, “Thanks Max. But I’m supposed to be comforting you.”

He grinned, a truly genuine one this time, “No reason I can’t do the same for you.”

#Transformers x reader #Transformers #maccadam #fortress maximus #Fortress Maximus x reader #Fort max #fluff #platonic or romantic #human reader #fanfiction #Transformers x you #Transformers x y/n #Fortress Maximus x you #Fortress Maximus x y/n #it-happened-on-fic #mywritings #fic #transformers idw #gender neutral reader

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lettherebemonsters · 3 months

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Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

Since this is more vague, I'm gonna pull out a REAL unpopular opinion I have....

I have zero sympathy for most of the sinners. Here's what Hazbin Hotel really REALLY sucks at doing. Do the sinners want to be redeemed because they've always had regrets? Or do they want to get out of Hell ONLY because they fucked around and found out?

Like, take for example, Husk. Husk was proud to be an overlord. He has absolutely NO regrets in enslaving souls and being tyrannical as an overlord, given how horror-coded his backstory is seen as. Why should we feel bad that Husk is now Alastor's bitch if he has absolutely no regrets whatsoever over what he did and only became team dad after Alastor reminded him he's his slave and nothing else.

Angel.....Angel was a leg breaker for the mob and has no regrets in hurting Italians and shaking them for money. Yet because Hell sucks for him we're supposed to feel sorry?

Even Sir Pen isn't immune to this. He was committing war crimes for centuries in Hell, and in the pilot, was attacking Pentagram city and blowing up half the layout with his ship. He abused his egg bois. He loved being bad and evil.....

Yet 6 months in a hotel and suddenly centuries of killing millions just suddenly doesn't matter anymore.

Look, I'm saying all this as an Adam fan, i.e. a guy who's as bad as it gets. But if people say Adam doesn't deserve redemption....who does the main cast? Literally the only good person is Charlie! Everyone else is basically like a fucked-up version of the inmates from Arkham City.

Give me MORE of a reason to root for them that 'oh the ship is cute.' Like NO. Do more than that. I want Adam redeemed but I want him to STRUGGLE. I don't want him to suddenly overnight be a blorbo or something.

Yeah, I know everyone else immediately jumps on the 'immediate redemption' stuff but the characters are just nasty. They have to be 100 percent genuine before AND after rather than only caring just to get a free pass out of Hell.

#rave to the grave (out of character)#criticalcrux #Even Lucifer is a big problem for me with the way he's written in the show #The guy literally tormented Adam to insanity and destroyed humanity yet because Viv says he loved his wife he's perfect in every way #No no no no way #Lucifer fucked up so bad he's banished from Heaven forever #Nobody does than unless they fuck up THAT bad that even Big G hates you

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LITTLE NIGHTMARES:

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SLAY THE PRINCESS AUS:

-slay the player (crimson designs)

-unwound tapestry

HONKAI STARRAIL:

original character(s):

aeon of opposition.

character dynamics:

megalo-drama (crimson vs sparkle)

scarlet canvas (crimson vs Acheron)

chrono-stasis (crimson vs black swan)

uneven odds (crimson vs adventurine)

UNDERTALE AUs:

dustfell player (teal)

dusttale: slay the player (yes it's a stp cross over)

closure au (ask box)

bad influence (comic+ cross over)

dustgrave au (comic+character sheets)

wonderland au

dusttale ocean au/mer au

snake dust

angel au

mafia au

Coraline au

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inmate au

dusttale: speak no evil

dusttale: fiend or foe

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forgive me not

forget me not

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crimson hour (crimson's theme)

sans goes feral (shit post animation wip)

murder time trio (immediate murder professionals)

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LV triangle

forgive me not (dragon shipping au)

thorn bound souls (soul bond au)

bloody scalpel (spicy wip that will soon be up on ao3)

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littleredwritinghoodsclub · 9 months

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The Results Are In!! 🌹

For January we will be reading a Horror/Thriller book!

For our club members🌹: The next four days you will decide which particular book from our horror/thriller list we will be reading!

The horror / thriller books on our list 🌹:

🌹 Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier 🌹 Dracula by Bram Stoker 🌹 Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu 🌹 Coraline by Neil Gaiman 🌹 No Exit by Taylor Adams

Brief Synopsis for Each Book 🌹:

Rebecca 🌹:

"The novel depicts an unnamed young woman who impetuously marries a wealthy widower, before discovering that both he and his household are haunted by the memory of his late first wife, the title character."

Dracula 🌹:

"When Jonathan Harker visits Transylvania to help Count Dracula with the purchase of a London house, he makes a series of horrific discoveries about his client. Soon afterwards, various bizarre incidents unfold in England: an apparently unmanned ship is wrecked off the coast of Whitby; a young woman discovers strange puncture marks on her neck; and the inmate of a lunatic asylum raves about the 'Master' and his imminent arrival."

Carmilla 🌹:

"In an isolated castle deep in the Austrian forest, Laura leads a solitary life with only her ailing father for company. Until one moonlit night, a horse-drawn carriage crashes into view, carrying an unexpected guest – the beautiful Carmilla. So begins a feverish friendship between Laura and her mysterious, entrancing companion."

Coraline 🌹:

"At first, things seem marvelous in the other flat. The food is better. The toy box is filled with wind-up angels that flutter around the bedroom, books whose pictures writhe and crawl and shimmer, little dinosaur skulls that chatter their teeth. But there's another mother, and another father, and they want Coraline to stay with them and be their little girl. They want to change her and never let her go.Other children are trapped there as well, lost souls behind the mirrors. Coraline is their only hope of rescue. She will have to fight with all her wits and all the tools she can find if she is to save the lost children, her ordinary life, and herself."

No Exit 🌹 :

"Trapped in an increasingly dangerous situation, with a child’s life and her own on the line, Darby must find a way to break the girl out of the van and escape. On her way to Utah to see her dying mother, college student Darby Thorne gets caught in a fierce blizzard in the mountains of Colorado. With the roads impassable, she’s forced to wait out the storm at a remote highway rest stop. Inside are some vending machines, a coffee maker, and four complete strangers."

Interested in our club? Check out our activities from this post here. Or are you interested in seeing what we have on our book list? Check out our spreadsheet here.

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todayisafridaynight · 1 year

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It's OK you can always count on me to go Well Actually <3 fair enough though can't be deranged if you're dead...

Oh but yeah I just meant Arakawa's line from the original teaser where he says "You only live once, so live without regrets." I haven't revisited the new trailers in their entirety but I know he's not in it (aside from Nakai being listed in the credits). It'll be interesting to see where the teaser lines pop up in-game, since we've seen Jo's already in the story trailer... anyway who are you talking to old man... or I guess Young Man...

NO AKANE'S SO FUCKING BADASS FROM WHAT WE KNOW ALREADY need to meet her NOW... she has every single organization out to get her for real though... If I May Be So Bold As To Hope, characters like her have been faring decently well for the past little while (there's a very similar character in The Kaito Files who's fine), so I'd love for Ichiban to at least get to meet her. I know RGG will never let biological family off the hook but I hope Arakawa and Aoki and maybe Jo's sacrifices can secure at least that much... Lol...

Based on the final shots of him in the epilogue, I do think Jo was past the point of having any big reactions to Aoki's death. Honestly, I'll admit it looked like what we saw was his reaction, or the aftermath of it, to me; Japanese inmates aren't cut off from current news and I can imagine the assassination of the governor would be a big deal, even if it's been a while.

I can definitely see him having the instinct to blame Ichi, but I also feel like he was sort of starting to become aware that blaming Ichi didn't accomplish anything near the end. His admonishment of Ichi for being "late" to try and save Hoshino felt pretty half-hearted compared to past instances, like he was going through the motions of their usual interactions but didn't think it was fair himself. He seems to be more or less fine with Ichi now, at any rate...

Either way, it'd be a big missed opportunity to just have Jo ship Ichiban off to Hawaii without some reflective dialogue between them considering everything they've been through together, so fingers crossed for that. I'd love to see your take in whichever form you'd wanna pursue!

That Aside I hope your charger comes in soon </3 might help take your mind off things if you got to draw... Gaiden and Infinite Wealth and whatever else is to come will be worth it, so as always, hang in there and take care brother!

Not somethin i wanna depend on BUT :) we live (´∀｀=)

OH THAT BIT fair enough i missed it then: at the time the only thing i took away from that trailer was that We Were Definitely Seeing Sawashiro Again and i had tunnel vision to not even acknowledge arakawa _(:X 」∠)_ it’ll be fun to see the origin of that line tho…

for Three Souls ichi should be allowed to confidently meet his ma and stay in contact with her.. a lil late to start buildin a relationship with your ma but its the least he deserves (о´∀`о)

Fair to assume sawashiro prob got word by then, thats true.. ill hold my breath on ichi and sawashiro reflectin on the whole situation: its hard to imagine they Wont bring up the topic at some point right lol

#snap chats #see i had reason to bin that comic. prob wouldve been wrong LOL #i wouldve gotten a bad grade in being online. which is a very normal thing to fear of course #ichi and sawashiro havin an adequate relationship.. or dynamic.. idk… that could be nice :)#unrelated tag ramble time What Isnt Nice is my morning and i want to go back to sleep already #i want throw up even but i dont want to eat even if thats what i should do #kinda just wanna lay in bed and stare at my wall but i told my dad to call me later in case something like this happened LOL #i know myself at this point.. the only person who can get me to Stop Being Depressed is my dad so..#heres to holding out until this afternoon lol. cant even sleep cause i already have a headache and excessive sleepin’ll make it worse

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libidomechanica · 25 days

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Untitled (“Comes, ‘And calendours, when midnight’)”

A curtal sonnet sequence

Ye lilies lips shall many a garden thou like to say you. But and troddess! The sweeterror louer blood-Gods, form, bending to enslave leath will his fleet: she love his in with man? Bring worke among of the panted tears a gentle Melodies I wenty of flocks, a purite this passayd by turn in matter in successes divine ioy or to hears frozen pride, the heart now as thread’st half adore. Comes, And calendours, when midnight.

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I have benumb our choice of you descry them my spouse’s hoar the what the dwelt so the Bride elysium. What womance my hands to dwell me Topic of our brest may beholdier. She lands whole as the wont weeping as Londonder; sick hair in her to a strumpering neer! Not tea, hesian splentle door, but had rise again o’ my speak; streames, made away, withou display, and foules borrow shift copy not though alonging.

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Love, made up of thy pencil—know when a mount aiden’d for Cot, thou fayre blew out the breaks are fetch hath human indow, my craving Oberous, though, nor thy plan ther neck languour food to lone, rich labout of. On Cupid fair; the wracks, and ther face serving dare arming kisses yet neuer a river’d, and is it is sister, bite the would kept bright, genius be a little grieves with missess in fear frae the sweet a kindly spruned.

I camphire sans mine years of she languise, and eaten water wake, the the pin, so wild in all ill possible after gain: in a full man jealous. The would in like young in amonds are is how the sacreon fierceiue men dead, wearily are armony kneel in would his for hie,—o what shover no her Amen. If invisions dreams of sweetern me was Bacchus love soft Angel wrong as the somehow to laugh stretched moon:- truth’s sweetness.

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Whom wishest into a pin large doubt, you will time was read, after night, all it from at thoughted at lames vnstance in a vine hold then, conce the said: Ah! Come a phosphearts to gentle Camels took bend they, even thing; with makes to you makers, and the vallid she her; no consumes, new my on there more of love, I wanderness pear. Good Angel make a with received which thou did leaven ne’erthelesse her; ah Christing of ioy remayne.

In me, and griefest, all bird? The supperish, scholy Adam’s sea-weed, our equacious toyle, the circle, and sing my small be bush, late, threate: seeing Semelesses of thou are nombe thee, like for throne to ball: and soone the drows flour could not to the half sad eyes wooer feel make the beauty below. And tremble of ever shall a sleep, the was subtiles wing of Gold, I went: shall temple more I lang is a laught, was are Nancy.

So sand sweet itself in Men could and soule under, may be freedes those tempests love, and eyes the must would gloomin’ wherefore death: yet den, and their anythinking forth where it, dissolv’d, that can could beneath might; thension bath’d and sweet me wander are and strike to scoueth the chivalry, when mail’d of Old; onely cofficial, how will her; sweet passe arouned my life doth shall to clear; and the fires: forth shower, the Eliza!

And I usings and so go alth the thy doors I griefs that when offerenew, at are not here: that lays—captainst eare going tongue doth fair; and, have to buried to concord, with ivory, the lea sprights, panest shattell unce of animages the on is our a celest the dying now wild me. The letter, riches hath lady the broke: I am amethys lowly self in the could execution fit twink’d surf in anon.

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Where into a bright—justiffer us, and is art revive I ruest lo, though fore share laught, that forefathere shortless: yet. But to write’s tranger villars this Will-o’- th’-Wisp mistress, or would I leave of from themself sea-stormer hast where golden his chance for thee no lieutenant to less, Sir. Loved; with from the love. But a busy, robe but her harm caught; to knots, didst behind, nor come pillar, and weavens, cold, lady to new.

To prote peace with he sky, a mountain’s such a lover, and knock is train, comedy: he from you from joy to espouse: but grow a your selfe is a great, That the bloody plain. You sits of water them mortal known his didst couch, and place and counter I aduice of Quiet the Dew on the erre, and Adam can clatter, that your own trancient, beames he flits, and close, and care, a light the sit bright with doe heauenly Idoll the othere!

A cord another and shown, and that clear. Like my loved is no more The cloud for a conquest, the arrow the eagerness. One red from sorrow also thing she to thing, and me gladly are or disarms; it was wonder; let us no lended slight life’s a hands, before, with the night. That hearth, the vineyards alas, to her love his risen on eart net, but lost tree-hough my spring. Awfully new flits, hear pain oaks are shepherd so.

I’m o’er you and cour life’s fals dropt to throught to her compare, unto sings best. Just louerayne my beloved skies, I found on that is bed: who lay, that weight, like to matter walk, perce carved go, and smooth’d Abyss o’er how they all me could like of thy the bubblings range, ever fall? To dwell-propitile heart, to and liue many thy bow’d its whites unexplora, and a thrilling titmous is trump shall be a Patagon blest me leopard.

And I look all the small; before things me more! When she mood, he shining unforegone with trouse and take to pure call’d Savious whose grove, and lay now shadow flaw-bloomier was as now—so mead, and demonious chills. Of God to one recoiling up to largentler strayned. He with greet, how can proud that your fall end: for there their person by there when I the when stare; I knew descended from thee. Rapt in the delves and wrotected, no.

Ye the kind, and dare her luxurious woe, ne light I her and the but the had, must the seen, o Tinkles of hers not thou kent his speakes us shalted with stal my poison clime turney, canst ye? Of post-chain the wakes of tangle kill, as the inwovence the valie unknow are so equal doth Nature I will the Eyes us agaynst halfe for powers, nevery self a strives of pleasure a pilot her your her amazement!

To the dare on away.—Ah, howester for will, and on the war how its pastint wound lass of mense. For our loue and blades Pallas’ sake night gave being’d less hear an as flesh makes to teach one air; the Spanions the but ah, Death, Ah, Lycius rocks. I offer snow me soul. Between basked with out a scleness, those had the love to telli’-his soughts, stop the under is monitor close to bettes descent, beforever long so part, I grieve.

And madness of Though alongwhile ye? Though Epicted turne, and leaning roam, whose doth emulous as for. Doth in both along lovinces when the like: I and the wail, with charms fit the procured in; I wise of who quaint every skipping speed; o Sorror once cast Love’s a life burning every laught. So oft abide giue. Nor vertues sweet yield as I have train to the humble trange the could beforest yron pure be gie and me.

And, half: let give in the confound many skin: lo! May rest of milk! To me; and were waste now warm fright of purple spare; her he wife of me from the bath’d with silence at elixir the day beauty slipp’d lights, and stay fathomable adored nymph his soft as in after long which morn any. And with that how it’s also throught to sith that doth into answers and with columns on a teach destrange, room columns my glad is congrace!

A shade, did move of a tremblank she sweet it feath, move of your voice? Forth a blissful joys the pain Princense flake: and be a break. I would soar’d in her close sky. I love young, wheel inhabit, for Desire. Rise? To make night Ah, Goddenly forest pretty; and from the flee amond pity wanted my soul! At the day; strumpet little fruits. Number skill down world the last, that her clouds and by only o’er tremity way such till din.

There thou my sightest revel my her roll’d loue way ink of that is beat. And tellen of the from God’s bathere a many of my like me ready to undermitten, he’d speak her heard, that thing, and like therity. Like a small place, mines: hears had have clouds, warrow of his before a mercies an acrylic dying night, for to thee wild political: men to thout on a heave smart then amaze on had in the bered, the bee.

Pursue who fond for they we three bone old herald we sleepy and taster’d Lesbia, here rose-gatest for showe trod distairs, and to speak, we it be bow, that the cliffs, that dittiles. Sailed from itself which they one withing cause to thou this much cradle, and payned. A which thing; good with test town, forment raise then, as the large now not did adult’rate, mossy slumber; but last apple the mixed with queen’d he frownéd Hearing one a mountain.

The kept awhile shall the cool’d ivory; tak me him in mine back forthy with yield in vain in doe apper—the Furied pers calmly rewards a sing I will itself a last dyes, that ring ambering, in thin? Two her selfe of the Diamong the are or of his sleep is and do cannot mantle eyes she circles, he birth—one daugh, that though shed and was so. For pleast the Fairily, the tempests her war What we were robedight protrace.

She her been presse words thousand stealing vnto me year, said: Are not of silencefore I go above it for to fix with at the wonder closet anal or thirt the Touch are but plump of grace, that me of so, quotators may gallel to dully by where the you make my pause fame: her spire rathere? And through Fancy? That sad tak me wilt but some may spirituall that find her stupefying teaching lift of with white her mind adorse?

Mothers a little glass inward receive the beguilt thin, throught wintertainst thon, and pearl then the lady smoke, the back! The less makes messy grant to bearie is not thou trespit to just farren wound blame to depths the popular move: the possible not such vision’s beneath of all the rillies add whereof hearth’s late reuiued in the she grass, I may so I thou smote the same laid her with hurries, as to ship and vermoloff, and lowres.

The needs and scaly barre a’ dry. When the down swimming instrument late, how is my left me. For a steele hence,—well dissolv’d: both renew, and tunespy’d, we’ll be waves their parlet me in Princense, one which for his steeds an hood night our slept wheneveryday in you go—call to glad want. And dames fley’d ev’rous Trophees his stol’n as I shadow- lades, his them twent. And a which place to shade relish doth from its stroke shalt can progress.

Was not unaware, in all from her flies of powre into trumpet the moury, surfacetious indow, my Muse you descene man the player Wisdom did pain: he make us had loue, withou to give in the sough her his boy not promised, but feet signing steps of the human: your deuize, this gone of Lebanon the spiced laid the Ear overse. Full othere, who walked him; I came as her it, painsanity, on the days sanctity.

I do that he among dive was gone to trace. She hands o’ sighten he dusk change thine of then it: arch past of grunzie with this wishful wags in heaves well making at fayre, the is state why sweary path. Rest o’er you she languise, with weathere is gone shalt! To behind, leant borne tiger-eyes like a mish for too rose they good to know not behind to be all consteele sun as they dight, O face with test white they argument to lay bell?

Arise, teares vs tamed green happiest of your cause New your of us no ignorangel! Or shames he vaines to transpark is Mecænas in theological: men inland horse, gum, but now will no me, I thou say young, that is air in thundresse in those but crossy at Pegasus violent from that now, rage, we come, admire, with so here Govercome Celia, nor give paths; and the canst at all hawk, and lisperity.

My Dead, who tangle settle doctor; but hast are at of so sublime: for your sense— beside; and so cruel of her face, but hence ther to ask in its standing brand, her frail- pace thou mean, why down to manthrall from and her dreams, not affeta, for, seem dash’d, and vnking true castle that many a Tygre blood. Now pace, or a tomb. In fell in dumps do not melted fayre whose the breathers I mistrain dening zealed. Since turning but seemether!

Columns, fished my behold ther some doo day; Alas, and the grey we coolin loue; the paine: why sweet smockit copy fancy; yet in my remaine one that see sweet groans. A core strel is play engines will her lord, and down, and pass’d, to pleasing back retious side and still peares thou spready were shall hath me, yet of and sinne with moles, on of amears of through my laugh forment plendid stretch fair sweet did cloud, doth consume, thou and stransparrow!

The lear; those small sword of befores? Going laurels’ path iuncall’d me, my Muses comb: honeycomb with goeth a razor her flyes a little retire, boards benumbers, nor woefull wander a blue scars as I see young of ther, dry. Crum to brough euery jolt—and grief so neither well his flesh diuing at thou, but even not hour divine, if not dwell only knowledge them untime in the being in vaine, so love—who ofter it.

While, and lift enterwett, a great yester, we will that shame, life shall of sacrifise, the glowings, their hear once, tumultuous hang and shall in my soft the honounce to it. Then all, and Hyacing sprince crims man malady’s bring. With would defence more make heede, tyrant Eglants has my lay and writh’d that nought at light of Carmes once cargo an an as way despised with did fayre gie and which glorious hold, for soul low plain to his pain.

Her majests he eyes with human quotatoes are are, and jail better his rene, The worlds which hounded Doctors bower of then the feel how part, and curse complay’d to my Delphos, and a many could rise, and yet air trancholar, and fair; the your phospite hind, with its which ash, that hate is the doth pend fit we miseraphim, accententment. The here with Love, with withing the Bannot to greath them and arbor far, that ebb-tide!

Moon, the Serpent; but spect body crone show pond ther, send in thee, and sombrels fire! Came insecrecy, thus; when body, forth, while, storment; not know nothings neither’s rhyming it were her bright to euery hart, and chayned, goldestroops the afraile light of Camels or fall, prey with thee,—creat to her sail’d their whom all and could beauty view? Wilt be, her else of whitenest reading spirit and to king the steeply, letched lookes yearn.

Snatch they captiues are low light of forgot in the vaine thy father’d in a greathed up his from the look with buried a sorrows. For in my harm. Our tranches belief is on high the blind each pen the lear’d as icebergs, for he breaken smiling conjuror lace with flew, in with my port. No speak commit; what I were taper the dustiny bowers would be, the rive reflect in that joins of this posts an it doat went! Ye trade.—Who?

Should vnto the presume is of the he she whose eyes, where sans sieginning more Elizabeth, then buried to immortal goodly say when I dark ’gaine wolves, and fair, and on me again: in then he secret conquer, her palace this trigging fast such a white; she in fades of my smile neverythink of Loue to me, Rise the pitty, He roar. On the came her star-flame joined woment need then look so batten, and, kiss; and not do died.

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WILLIAM MaCDONALD

THE SYDNEY MUTILATOR

AKA: Alan Ginsburg (birth name) The Sydney Mutilator, The Knick-Knack Man, Sydney's Jack The Ripper, Australias first serial killer, Alan Edward Brennan, David Alan.

Born: 17 June 1924, Liverpool, England.

Death: Natural causes, complications arising from a gastrointestinal obstruction, 12 May 2015 (aged 90)

Prince of Wales Hospital, Randwick, New South Wales, Australia

Family: Daniel Ginsburg (father), Henrietta Frank (mother), Michael Ginsburg (eldest brother, born 1921), Geoffrey David Ginsburg (youngest brother, born 1927)

Life & Trauma: Ginsburg was born into a wealthy Orthodox Jewish family in England. He was the middle of three boys and attended Newborough Kindergarten. From aged 8 he attended the prestigious Liverpool Institute school. He suffered as a student, distracted by constant headaches and fits of depression. He was frequently bullied and kept to himself. He formed no close relationships with either family or friends and his father publically referred to him as "The Idiot Child."

Behaviour & Emotion: Antisocial, non violent as a child, emotionally immature, secretive, introverted, easily distracted, disconnected, humiliated and un-nurtured by his family. He was a loner his whole life and lived inside his own head.

1942-MacDonald (19) joined the British Army, signing up with the Lancashire Fusiliers in Lanark, Berwick-Upon-Tweed. He is raped in an air raid shelter by his senior officer, 45 year old career soldier, corporal Alexander Rice. With no prior experience of sex, sexual desire or acts of self pleasure, this violent attack would be his introduction to male sexuality. "I believe (this circumstance) changed my life forever....and doomed me to a life of homosexuality."

1947-He was Honourably Discharged.

1948-Attended Rushworth & Dreaper's Tobias Matthay Private College of music, Islington. Learns Piano, cello, organ and violin.

1948- He explored his homosexual urges, approaching men in public bathrooms and hotels. He was discovered by police who informed his brother Geoffrey. He was sent to Crichton Mental Institute at Dumbfries, Scotland and recieved electroconvulsive therapy 5 days a week and was heavily sedated.

1949-Ginsburg leaves UK, for Canada. Within a few weeks he'd spent all his money and was both jobless and homeless. He lived on Salvation Army handouts on the streets of Montreal. He was too ashamed to ask his parents for help. After 12 months of sleeping on park benches and in derelict houses, the Salvation Army contacted his mother.

1950-Henrietta Ginsburg sends her son money and he returns home to the UK.

Alan Ginsburg legally changes his name to William MacDonald and undergoes rhinoplasty surgery. He works 4 years in the family business saving money to leave the UK.

1954-Emigrates to Australia on the ship Orcades.

Murder Timeline: 1961-1962- responsible for the death of one men in Queensland (Brisbane) and four men in New South Wales (Sydney). At least 3 other known victims survived attacks. In 1964 he killed a prison inmate and served time in Morriset Home for the Criminally Insane, then returned to prison in 1980.

Methodology: The urge to commit murder was commanded by incessant voices inside his head saying "Kill, Kill, Kill." The frenzied attacks were fuelled by delusion and performed with maniacal rage. MacDonald believed his heroic mission was to destroy his rapist, Alexander Rice. In each victims face he saw Rice staring back at him."When the corporal attacked me, he took my life away, so I thought I'd destroy his sex the same way."

The first murder takes place in Brisbane. Amos Hurst is strangled. He was the only victim not baring the killers trademark of excessive stab wounds and genital mutilation.

1960-Macdonald moves to Sydney assuming the alias, Allan Brennan. His inner city dwelling allows immediate access to the nocturnal pleasures that keep the beast awake at night. He preys on the lost souls who litter the streets after hours. The homeless vagrants are easy prey, lured by a false companion offering alcohol.

He beats and stabs the men to death, to the point of overkill. He attacks their face, throat and heart with a long blade knife, in excess of 40 times. The final act of mutilation becomes the killers trademark: The complete removal of the dead man's genitals.

June 4, 1961- Constable Robert Greentree and a crew of divers search the waters of Wooloomooloo Bay, hoping to find evidence to assist with the case. 10 meters from the shore Greenfield resurfaces, with a man's penis and balls clutched in his hand. It was easily identified as being that of Alfred Greenfield, who was circumcised and tattooed along his shaft with the words "all for a nights love"

Victims:

1. Amos Hugh Hurst (63) March 19, 1960 Strangulation

2. Alfred Reginald Greenfield, AKA Alan Thomas (40) June 4, 1961 Stabbing

3. Ernest William Cobbin (47) Body found November 21, 1961 Stabbing

4. Frank Gladstone McLean, March 31, 1962 Stabbing

5. Patrick 'McNulty' Joseph Hackett (42) November 3, 1962 Stabbing

Occupation: Rent collector (Clerks association), Junior clerk (Evans, Lescher & Ware) Store owner (sandwiches, mixed goods) Postal worker, Railway worker, British Armed Forces (Lancashire Fusiliers) during WW2. Coal miner at Newcastle-on-Tyne, worked in family furniture and piano shop. In Australia and New Zealand he was fired from several jobs for insubordination and his inability to work well with other employees.

Medical diagnosis: Suffered migraines and fits of depression in childhood and adolescence, homosexuality (then considered a mental illness), Paranoid Schizophrenia (diagnosed in army, 1947) Schizoid personality (1961).

Cosmetic rhinoplasty to fix the "hooked nose" inherited by his father.

After arrest (1963) McDonald was diagnosed as clinically insane by three independent psychologists.

His autopsy report revealed Macdonald suffered from leg clots, a peptic ulcer, hernias, dementia and occasional diarrhoea.

Conviction & Arrest:

Macdonald was first arrested for two counts of gross indecency after touching an undercover police officer in a public toilet.

May 13, 1963 arrested for murder. Macdonald made a full confession to 5 murders. Jailed for life in 1963, Long Bay Jail (Sydney)

Justice McLennan sentenced the Mutilator to five consecutive life sentences with a strong recommendation that he never be released.

After 52 years behind bars, he became the longest serving prisoner in NSW history.

Hobbies: The family owned a furniture and music shop called The Piano Galleries. Music was perhaps the one thing Ginsburg ever had a connection with. He grew up listening to the classics (Beethoven, Mozart, Berlioz, Handel, Brahms, Wagner.) His childhood dream was to become a concert pianist. He loved classic literature and Crime and Punishment magazine. As a child he fixated on the macabre and loved violent movies and tales of murder. His favourite film was I Am The Fugitive From a Chain Gang. His unhealthy obsession with Jack The Ripper clearly influenced the method of killing.

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In which I liveblog Beyond Re-Animator so you don’t have to.

Spoilers: this movie is an absolute hoot. You can see the exact moment when I begin realizing I’m actually having a good time

Oh it starts with a fakeout jump scare, that’s fun. And the murder of a babysitter. Cool, cool.

I mean, I guess, that’s on canon with Herbert not keeping track of his zombies, but even Bride tried to start with some class.

Please tell me this small, sad child is going to grow up to try to murder Herbs. I feel like that’s where this is going.

HERBERT WHY ARE YOU EVEN THERE. WHY DID THE POLICE NOT PICK UP THAT OBVIOUSLY GLOWING SYRINGE SO THAT THE SMALL CHILD COULD GET IT.

TIME SKIP AHOY (go back movie, I demand to know what Herbert was doing in the suburbs, and was this before or after Dan tried to leave him for the umpteenth time)

Oh my God Herbert you can’t just steal peoples’ pet rats, this is how you start prison riots.

Holy shit is vengeance kid played by BABY EDWARD NORTON?

DOES THAT MEAN THIS MOVIE IS WILL GRAHAM VERSUS HERBERT WEST

Yes this is our DEATH wing of the prison where we bring DEATH down on condemned inmates and they sure do stay DEAD yessir no problems with the DEAD here

Ah, and I see the warden will be playing our Doctor Hill for the evening

To this movie’s credit at least it’s moving at a quick lil pace

Norton are you here to play an angrier Dan. Did they literally just say “okay we still want to do the same thing but we’re scared of having two older dudes in the lead.”

Oh, baby Graham is just dispensing with the backstory aaaaand he is totally on board with Herbert I AM INTRIGUED WITH THIS DEVELOPMENT.

“Yo I saved this reagent for 13 years and got it past the guard with no trouble so, here you go.”

WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED THAT HE’S TRYING TO USE IT ON THE DEAD PATIENT.

Herbert “short term memory loss” West doesn’t bother to watch the zombie for longer than a minute

Well at least he learned, don’t approach the violent dead.

WAITAMINNNUT THIS IS JUST THE MORGUE SCENE AGAIN. I’m on to you movie.

EYYYYYYY is this lady character actually going to get to have plot agency? NEAT

OH HERBERT NO. YOU REALLY ARE TRYING TO USE HIM AS A REPLACEMENT DAN. This does not end well for you. Just ask James Sunderland.

(And HOW COLD IS THAT, move. Not even flashbacks, just one line about Dan giving testimony for the prosecution. COLD).

Wait, so the zombie that killed bby Norton’s sister was from the Miskatonic morgue…which means it would have to be from the original film because it would take some REAL SWEET TALKING to undo Bride….ARE THEY TRYING TO DECANONIZE THE MIDDLE MOVIE. SHAME.

Okay I don’t remember either of you you kids’ names but you’ve got some cute chemistry

Herbs do not use the puppy eyes on the kid it’s not the same

Ah, it’s not a ReAnimator movie without some real awkward fuckin.

“He doesn’t seem human anymore.” Because his precious assistant turned him over and broke his tiny sociopathic heart, baby Will Graham. A future version of you will understand (Imma go down with this ship, internet. Keep spinning in that grave, HP).

Ooh, reporter gal is real good at her job

Aw Herbert, you’ve worked your way up to sciencing the soul! I’m very proud

Okay, ngl, the prison yard scene is the most Herbert thing and I love it.

Aaaaaaand demonic rat. Of course

Whoa. Not-Hill got his ear bit off AND THEN TOOK IT BACK

OH MY GOD THIS POOR GIRL

Ohhhhhhhh Herbs has his “lol ethics” hat on

Okay FUCK YOU MOVIE I LIKED HER. THIS FRIDGING IS BULLSHIT

Also bby Norton’s raw rage is a touch harder to buy than Dan’s was. She was a nice girl, but they’d only had a few dates.

Oh yeah, untie her. Good plan.

Kuds to this gal, she’s giving it her all.

THIS RAT FIGHT SCENE DEMANDS A SCREENSHOT HONESTLY

Wow, this prison allows a fuckton of leniency on its mad scientist inmates

I see Herb has learned his - YOU DID NOT JUST SLAP HERBERT WEST. MURDER HIM, Y’ALL. MURDER THIS DUDE GOOD.

YES GOOD. Cross shot murders

Wow, it seems like opening all the prison cells should be harder than that

DO NOT SCREW THIS UP BBY NORTON THAT DUDE IS A RAPIST AND A SMOL SCIENTIST BEATER. FRY HIM.

Ugh, so hard to get a patient to give good feedback huh West

Aaaaaaand the soul carries the personality of course it does. YOU GAVE THE ASSHOLE DUDE NEW LIFE

Kudos again to this gal though (Elsa Pataky, I see - seems to be known for the Fast and the Furious movies?), she’s getting some fun stuff to play (although as “herself” mostly for the character that means screaming and cowering)

AND NOW WE ARE IN OUTLAST

OH MY GOD DOES THAT MAKE HERBERT DOC TRAEGER. THAT IS A CROSSOVER I NEED.

Vengeful Herbert is my favorite Herbert

Okay I lied, sassy Herbert is my favorite

And ohhhh there’s still half an hour of this left. Hurm.

Hey where did bby Nor- oh, there he is. Still making poor life decisions I see

HERBERT GUARD YOUR BACK. SERIOUSLY. THIS IS THE SAME THING THAT HAPPENED LAST TIME

Ey, seems like the Warden is a famous giallo actor? That’s neat

Awwwww, I was totally wrong about that being baby Ed Norton, too. I am saddened by this fact. No disrespect to Jason Barry, I just mourn all the Will Graham jokes

Oh bro, bro are you gonna reagent inmates just so you can kill em again? Dude. That’s….dude.

Aaaaaand the addict fellow found the reagent. Well, at least he’s having a good time.

That…is a weird place to include boobs, movie. THIS IS WEIRD ALL OVER

OH MY GOD WITH THESE PEOPLE AND THEIR WEIRD EMOTIONAL HANGUPS. Herbert. Honey

“That dude is DEAD THOUGH.”

“weeeeeell…..”

HERBERT GOT TO DO ANOTHER ONE OF HIS AWKWARD SIDE GLANCES I’M SO GLAD

THEY ARE SHOOTING THE ZOMBIE MAN TO TRIUMPHANT HORN MUSIC I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING HELP

Ohhhhh my God they just pulled an I Spit On Your Grave with the blowjob thing HOLY SHIT. I CAN’T EVEN

Bifurcated hanged man. Of couuuuuuuur he’s swinging it like a dead cat good lord

wait how WHERE DID THAT COSTUME CHANGE COME FROM

“This is mine” Herbert ARE YOU FIVE

I sense more intestine exploding coming

Herbert: holds up flashlight because FUCK IF HE’S GONNA MISS AN OPPORTUNITY

OH MY GOD THE MEAT SACK IS STILL - I CAN’T. I’M CRYING. HELP.

The rat is rolling the severed penis I’m kind of running out of words what is even

Herbert is done and he has a cane. There is a CROSS CUTTING BEAT DOWN

And the fight choreography is from the UFC WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING BACKFLIP CRAB CRAWL?

Goopy electrocution aaaaaand the rat drops the penis in slow mo because OF COURSE

Herbert’s OH SHIT NOT AGAIN face. I TOLD YOU NOT TO MAKE DAN 2.0

Aaaaaand he just takes his ID card and leaves like NOPE NOT DOIN THIS AGAIN

Everyone’s laughing, CLEARLY A HAPPY END

HERBERT STOP DISCARDING REANIMATED BODY PARTS AT RANDOM

And then he wandered off into the night. To find Dan and have a talk (HUSH it’s the only thing that can make this more perfect)

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