#and im like Genuinely Anxious

[kittyhazelnut]

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[nicollekidman]

as an enormous fan. one of the worst things about taylor swift is how deeply cowardly she is when it comes to Avoiding Upset and how this + the vacuum of her life makes every interview/public appearance just. devoid of any real meaning. just absolute crafted nothingness.

[leon-on-the-froggy-chair]

AAAAAA big deterence from my usual postings

Flexing the multifandom brain cells and dropping these studies I did of stinky mask man:

Seemed seasonally appropriate

[chimerahyperfix]

CW: Graphic depictions of violence, lots of Death and Gore, Psychological horror for like 3 lines, mentions of drowning. Please read the tags and take caution. This one's more than a little visceral.

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The King is here.

You walk through crowded halls of rushing Housemaidens getting into defensive positioning. It's like fighting a wave in the ocean, hard to push through the crowd. You make do anyways, curling through paths you normally wouldn't take.

It's a big deal to everyone but you, at this point. This is the big event, the big fight; to you it's simply where time loops back. Just another day, y'know? You've done it over and over, and you'll probably keep doing it anyways.

It's odd, pushing through the crowd. Everyone is going one way and you are going another. Rushing versus strolling. Your hands are in the pockets of your lab coat. You're practically whistling, for crab's sake!

You simply cannot be bothered this loop. It's a failure from the start: you crabbed up making the bomb, which means you're crabbed from the very beginning. You climbed up the Favor Tree and wedged yourself between the braches for a few hours to pass the time, because looping back would be too much of an inconvenience, and you could just wait until the tears started spawning in the house to go back. The birds had a good time at least, one starting to craft a nest next to you.

You ghosted throughout the day, and now its go time. Everyone else is prepared and ready to fight for time itself, and here you are just. Walking. Realistically you're searching for a tear to stop it all before it starts, but luck isn't on your side this loop.

You can hear it, hear it-- the horrors. All the screams of those unfortunate enough to cross the King's path and fight back. It would be easier, for them, to just bow back and let themselves be frozen-- but no one wants to be frozen, because that's having choice itself stolen from you, a cage of ice to lock yourself in forever. It's just as bad as being dead. Stagnant and eternally screaming.

So they march to their deaths.

The King does not take kindly to the Housemaidens fighting back. Some loops, the House isn't prepared for his attack. Those loops are the nice ones, the less gorey ones. Less dead and more frozen bodies, because no one was prepared to brawl with the monster. He can just... swoop on through and take the House without more than a handful of casualties. This loop is one of the bad ones, because your fellow housemaidens were all prepared. You always think your prepared, too, to see the outcome, but you never truly are.

You turn into the main hall, and freeze still.

No matter how many loops you go through, the carnage always gets to you. There's a nasty, overpowering smell of iron in the air and big dark stains painting the walls, the floors and the roof. Bits and pieces of mashed guts and viscera. There were people in this hallway, once.

Not anymore.

It makes you sick to your stomach like every other time. Just the thought of it. There were people here and now there's only parts of them left. Just ten minutes ago or so, there were people here.

There were people here.

The gore goes in a trail down the hall. Paints practically everything-- including frozen people, if you look down the hall. All frozen with shock and absolute horror on their faces. You recognize some of them.

You try not to think about it.

You push on. Try to ignore the way the blood seeps into your shoes very fabric so they become damp. Try to ignore the fact you're trailing someone's very life behind you now with bloody shoe prints.

There are still no tears.

Plan B, then. The King himself.

You hate going against the King. It always ends terribly with you in agony. But that's the only option left right now, so you chase him down on his little path carved from the blood of the innocent. You find him quickly, too- just down the hall.

He stops before you can get too close. The smell in the air is overpowering, the sharp tang of blood and the burning sensation of the sugar.

"Burning one." He says to you. You're not sure where he pulled that one from: the nickname was something different at some point, but you've long forgotten what it was. Maybe it's the smell of burnt, rotting sugar or maybe it's the potions that burnt your throat. You're not sure anymore.

He just... stands there. Turns around and looks at you. You can feel the dead expression you're pulling as you stare back. Blood glints on his armor, shining and the worst sight in the world and all the same kinda beautiful in its own way? Like the lightless gore is the night sky itself, sparkling with little dots. Makes you feel sick just thinking that.

"How have you done it?" He asks. He asks it every time the two of you face off, the same five words. How. A inquiry. Something you have done, you shouldn't have, and he knows it.

You... think you've gotten it, now. Your hypothesis: How you wished. It's not something you were supposed to do. You did something different something WRONG, and it did something to time itself, tearing a hole in the fabric of space. It's wrong. It's wrong, and you know it and so does the King.

He stares in your direction. You think? Despite his hands, blood-stained as they are, not being infront of his face, the mop of hair is still in the way. You can feel the glare still. Enraged. Daggers in your side.

"I don't know." It's the truth.

"You don't know?"

"I don't remember."

The King goes silent. It's odd, having an actual conversation with him. Even if it was a tiny exchange, it still throws you off. He's willing to talk, even if just a question. He's never really talked to you-- or anyone, to your knowledge-- before.

"Ouuuuhhhh... of course you don't." He wails. It sounds like nails on a chalkboard to you. "You shouldn't have been able too, oohhh... not at all..."

He raises a fist up. It sparkles like the night sky, dark dripping from between his fingers. There's still someone's remains painted on them. Preemptively you brace and throw your arms up in an attempt to block.

It's a different thing that hits you. A new attack. A giant open palm slams into your chest, and you go flying backwards into the wall. The world turns to slow motion as something in you SNAPS. Crunches. Your bones shatter and explode with the force and speed, shooting little shards of agony everywhere.

It hurts. It HURTS. Pain rips through your entire body, and you realise you've started to scream when your chest begins to hurt. Blood splatters onto your glasses, blotting out your vision.

You look up at the King. How'd you get on the floor? How are you breathing, with no lungs? You can see fragments of bone stuck between the metal of his armor.

"Let this be a lesson to you, Burning one."

Metal clinks, and your vision swims-- dots in the corners, figures blur. Blood drips down into your left eye and paints half of your vision a dark shade. Nothing but pain.

Make it stop. Make it stop, make it stop make it stop-- it hurts, it hurts it hurts it hurts.

You

Simply stop thinking. Just for a moment.

So your brain can catch up! Yeah, sure. That's a good enough excuse.

Just. Pain. You are pain incarnate, and that's all you will be until you die slowly and loop back.

You

Blink,, and

The King. Is gone. You can hear him leaving, loud stomping footsteps dissapearing down a bloodstained trail, and you just stare.

How lucky, HOW LUCKY of you to be left alive this time. Like this isn't a fate worse than death. You gasp for air, and realise all you have left is blood filling your lungs.

It hurts. You want it to end, now. It's hard to see, over the blood and spots dancing across your eyes, but you see them; tears, floating around you. A quick out. You reach out, and the pain in you flares alive, ripping and tearing you apart. You feel like your flesh is going to peel off.

Your fingers brush into one of the tears, and you sob as the ice rolls down your arm and consumes you. It feels a hundred times better than what you were feeling before.

You freeze in time-- and luckily theres no nightmare you have to endure, you just wake back up at your desk. You spend a good chunk of the morning curled up in the bathroom getting sick, because, wow! That's the worst one yet! It's curled into your very being, the feeling of breaking your bones like rock candy, the feeling of drowning in blood.

You just... have to do it better this time, or... something. Hope is fading away into background static. You can't... do this anymore. It hurts too much. You want it to stop. Please make it stop.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

You ever think about what's gonna happen when the Welcome Home website updates in December? Hopefully, at least for what I think, we'll get to see the fabled Julierella! Or any visual parts of the show in general. Probably something fit for the holiday spirit.

Maybe wondering about their relatives and loved ones living outside the neighborhood, and the fact that the residents haven't left to see them in some time.

Stuff like that! Maybe even some new recipes!

i try not to think about it or i'll become so nervoucited that i'll get nauseous

[healingheartdogs]

All dogs have personalities of their own, yeah, and any breed can have dogs with big personalities. But the biggest personalities? The dogs who are The Most Dog, who are fun to sit around and watch and even just be near them, who have so much personality and individuality they might as well be people? Dogs who are raised with consent and allowed to communicate and set boundaries, and who trust people to respect those boundaries because those boundaries have been enforced by their owners/handlers.

The difference is absolutely shocking, even between dogs trained mostly positively but without consent focused training and dogs who are trained with consent as a focus. When dogs feel incredibly safe to be themselves and display their natural behaviors you get to see so much more of who they are and develop much more of an equal relationship with their individual personalities.

[redr0sewrites]

i genuinely feel like im shadowbanned all of my posts have been flopping and sm of my moots have suddenly become less active and stopped interacting w me as much but im also kinda unsure cuz idk what i couldve done to get shadowbanned in the first place, and it could very well be that a lot of my fandoms are just dead rn. idk. or im just being anxious and overthinking, which is most often the case lmao

[luridparty]

yonny pikmin 4 🫵👍my head in going to explode !!!!🫵💥💥💥💥💥

[crunchycrystals]

what if i just pretend like he gets something else to hold the branches together

[my-person-suit-is-defective]

Does anyone have any supportive shoe recs?

My feet are agony at the moment, any pressure on the bottom of my foot is painful and I can barely walk or stand. I think the pain is probably plantar fasciitis maybe? But I also have flat feet and was told as a kid to wear there insoles which never fit in any shoes ever.

The majority of other med students and a lot of med staff wear sketchers and similar things but they seem very cushiony and not very supportive?? But I'm loosing the will to live trying to research this shit

[monstertsunami]

wtf is wrong with ppl trying to manifest a petrigtof breakup. im genuinely mystified. i want them to be toxic together until the end of time some real sunk cost fallacy shit. theyve been devoted to each other for literally thousands of years, YES to a fault, but shes an entire god of chaos now there is like nothing else for her to lose. shes all powerful and her only goal is to protect simon WHY, from a storytelling perspective, would she break up with him now? why would simon break up with her? theyre both at rock bottom there is nowhere to go but up. they could even rebuild together! if you want them to be healthy so fucking bad they could confront their past and try again. TOGETHER. but its not cathartic or a good ending at all for them to just cut it off or stay friends after centuries of literal madness. stop putting these characters through therapy or making them well adjusted just shut up shut up AAGH .

[boyjoan]

does anyone have advice. for dealing with being embarrassed all the time. of everything one does. including old memories but also things that happened yesterday. like how do i cope with the sheer humiliation of being alive

[segretecose]

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[notemaker]

Question for the neurodivergents--I might go to a nightclub tomorrow, which I've never done before because I'm a nerd, and I'm a little worried about the sensory bits--Especially with everything being pretty loud lately since I began heavy unmasking. So long story short, do you have any recommendations/tips not to end up a ball on the floor?

[boneinator]

Tweaking a little I get to draw for realsies tonight and a bit tomorrow 🥳🥳🥳 everyone tell me random fanbot facts I'm . Unwell and in need to Think

[moomoorare]

Hough just ended my second shift of first day. Holy fuck my feet