#murders and mists verse

[thesummerstorms]

So the other thing is, in my headcanon verse, Dick and Jason (Todd) both definitely think Annabeth is dead.

She was a seven year old run away in the streets of Gotham. Neither Batman nor Jim Gordon were ever able to discover a single lead. Just from their mutual experience, the most likely options were death or trafficking that took her out of Gotham.

And at some point, after Tim became Robin (so Bruce and Dick were very tentatively starting to reconcile) but before Jason came back as Red Hood, GPD does finally find something.

Something is a damaged silver bracelet with Anna Elizabeth Wayne's initials engraved on one of the charms and a snapped link where a different charm (the elephant representing Dick Grayson) broke away.

It's an exact match for the gift Dick Grayson gave his baby sister the year she turned six, full of guilt about how little time he spent with her now that he and Bruce were barely speaking.

A hummingbird charm, in part as an indirect reference to Robin, in part because Anna reminded him of a hummingbird with her inability to sit still. A hummingbird in a flock of Robins and Bats.

A star and moon charm, for Kory who Anna idolized and who suggested the gift to begin with. Or for Bruce "I am the night" Wayne. Or as a reference to NIGHTwing. Dick's explanation changed based on his mood and the audience.

A tiny silver disk, engraved A.E.W.

A dog, just because Annabeth so badly wanted one of her own.

The bracelet is found in a crime scene full of teenage skeletons. There isn't a body that can be identified as Anna Wayne's- none are quite the right age, and none match Bruce's DNA sample- but some of the other victims are identified as run away children.

The conclusion seems pretty obvious to Jim Gordon.

Dick accepts it, grieves, and withdraws again, freezing Bruce out while he tries to come to terms with what happened.

Tim knows what's going on, but it all seems somewhat... detached somehow. As if he's watching a blurry bit of film. Like most of Gotham PD, his brain has glazed over most of the other details within the year. He doesn't have enough of a personal connection to see through Athena's manipulation of the Mist.

Bruce Wayne isn't accepting anything as fact until they actually find a body. Some gut instinct, the part of him that hold on to his subconscious impressions of Athena, tells him it isn't that simple.

He's right. The crime scene is actually a monster's nest, and one that Annabeth successfully escaped. But he doesn't know that. And he also isn't convincing anyone, including himself, that his denial doesn't stem purely from his guilt.

And then, with all of this context, a resurrected Jason Todd returns to Gotham in secret.

And, look, it's hard to imagine how his initial reunion with Bruce could have gone much worse...

But finding out that his baby sister, who despite all the other family bullshit he loved deeply, ran away from Bruce and was seemingly murdered in the same year as his own death?

Well... That's definitely not going to help.

[ghost-bxrd]

So I dont know wether or not you have read Percy Jackson but if you have what is the most intersting idea or headcanon you have.

I really would love a sence where Percy is on a roof top and Jason has a mini heart attack cause That Kid Has A White Streak Of Hair!! I think you are an amazing write ans there just aren't enought Percy & Jason fic.

I have read Percy Jackson! And I’m a huge fan! Fun fact, the movie introduced me to this verse and got me interested enough to try the first book. And from there on out it was game over ksksks

I think it would be interesting to have Jason be capable of seeing through the mist! (Maybe due to dying or his dip in the Pit). So the first time he meets Percy is when he sees him fight off a number of monsters and jumps in to help. Percy has no idea who this strange mortal is, but he’s exhausted and hurt and honestly grateful that he’s getting some help here. Even if the guy can’t actually kill the monsters, he serves as a good enough distraction to grant Percy the opening he needs.

And then they’re just staring at each other, with Percy wondering what’s up with the helmet and all the guns, while Jason is just freaking tf out over the white streak in Percy’s hair and internally devising several plans on how to talk someone down from pit rage and providing them the care they need to NOT end up a murderous crime lord.

It certainly doesn’t help that Percy totally blurts out something very concerning about some Atlas guy, stab happy relatives, and a whole bunch of kids that are apparently being trained to fight before passing out on Jason.

[undertale-fic-librarby]

I found the AO3's filtering confusing, so I hope you can help!

Could you find any Killer x Reader fics that focus on him exclusively? Thanks, librarian for all you do! <3

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Poor Little Meow Meow by Mystique, TallDumbass (Explicit, Incomplete)

Wow, this skeleton monster who came into the clinic you work at sure does keep adopting stray cats. He's kind of an idiot too, and his jokes are really inappropriate, and he may be a little excessively stabby... You maybe might possibly be falling for him though? But good luck getting him to express a single genuine emotion lol. AKA, two idiots who are bad at emotions bond over cats. A lot of cats.

SAVE | LOAD | RELOAD by Mystique, raven_bones (Explicit, Incomplete)

You fall down a hole in a mountain. We've all heard this one by now... But the vast underground civilization you find yourself in is empty and seems long abandoned, or at least you think it is at first. There is someone stalking you along the way, and he seems very, very interested in you. But you have more Determination than him, so maybe you can turn this game of cat and mouse around in your favor?

Élan Vital by Breadeagle (Mature, Incomplete)

“Something Slithers within the Fog, Something Scurries within the Mist. Something Found whilst on a Jog, Something Killed without Resist. One has come from beyond this Verse, Serpentine venom coursing through the Heart. One shall rise, in the name of Just Deserts. A Mouse Poisoned shall tear them both Apart. Obsession grows, one mind shall Break. Metamorphosis in fracture of angel’s Wings. Is it worth it for the Snake? For if the Mouse is poisoned, neither truly Wins. Thus is the Fate of Mutual Destruction.” A Story of Change, of the Descension from Heaven and the Path to Hell. You are an Agent tasked with finding answers for recent murders that have befallen your city. You wanted only the best, and you could never have foreseen the future that would befall you following this case. While categorized as Enemies to Lovers romance, please be mindful of the tags.

Bitty Bites by resurge (Explicit, Complete)

He’s the bane of your existence. Until that night.

withered rose. by paradiseblues (Mature, Incomplete)

in a small town on the further outskirts of Ebott lies a sweet and cosy flower shop. which you just happen to work at. a skeleton walks in, what's he looking for? a heart? no dumbass, he's looking for a 53 inch rose bouquet! get back to work! there's no punchline here. ... Where you, a hopeless romantic who sits in their lonely flower shop, encounters your favourite customer who apparently needs the largest roses in stock. Can you handle the idea of him possibly having a lover already? Or will you tumble down like a house of cards?

[judesmoonbeauty]

Hey Jude.

WC: 969, CW: None, Genre: Music, Bad Dream, Just for fun, Pronouns: Her Dividers: @/sligheach-sidhe

Last week at work I searched Jude's name on YT (just because), and I came across this song by The Beatles called: Hey, Jude! And immediately, the heavens opened up and granted me this scene of the members of Crown all singing to Jude, who's stuck and can't runaway. I was wheezing in the office as the song played and my co-worker asked me if I was okay because I was losing it. It is probably much funnier inside my head than how I conveyed it, but whatever, I enjoyed writing it. I humbly apologize for introducing this into society. You can listen to the song here.

A single spotlight flashed from above in the pitch black room illuminating a rather foreboding figure who was firmly fixed to the stool he was sitting on. He wasn’t physically restrained, but for some reason each time he tried to stand up, it was like he was magnetized to the chair. His eyebrow twitched, but at least he was able to pull out a cigarette to smoke. After a welcomed puff escaped his lips, he heard a melodious voice sing out beside him.

“Hey Jude, don’t make it bad…….”

Jude turned his head to find Victor standing behind a microphone as a soft light gradually illuminated him, with William and Harrison on the platform as well. There was something shimmery in Victor’s hair that looked like little stars, and he was wearing something black and smudgy under his eyes that accentuated them. Just as Jude was starting to feel disgusted at the sight, he noticed William playing the piano and Harrison starting to shake a tambourine as he read the latest Conan Doyle release. It was clear that William was catering to Victim’s whims and Harrison was no doubt made to be there, but completely disinterested in what was happening. Then Victor started singing the second verse.

“Hey Jude, don’t be afraid….”

Another platform in front of Jude lit up as well. Roger and Alfons were playing the guitar and harmonizing their voices, while Ellis was coolly playing a drum set behind them. Jude couldn’t make sense of what was happening and he couldn’t very well think clearly either over Victor’s screeching voice. So, he took another puff of his cigarette, still unable to move from the stool that he was sitting on in the middle of the room.

“And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain……”

Odd multi-colored lights started to strobe overhead while mist started to slowly fill the room from behind the stages. Jude didn’t know how any of this was possible, but he was sure that it took a great amount of engineering. A cigarette butt dropped to the floor and he quickly lit another.

“Remember to let her under your skin……”, The next thing he knew Elbert and Liam started to dance in harmonious circles around him, while throwing pink and purple flower petals at him. A vein quietly popped on his temple, but he remained silent and continued to suck on his cigarette.

“Ahhhhh…..Na na na na na……Hey Jude……”

He didn’t know what they hell was happening, but it clearly was a nightmare as he was unable to move from his seat. Victor belted his voice in a high note as he jumped on the floor to join Elbert and Liam in throwing flower on Jude, not caring that he was piercing Jude’s eardrum. Victor was in hopes that their song would move him to open up to the one he’d been pushing away, and he called for Ellis to join them on the floor, handing him a flower crown to place on top of Jude’s head.

“Be honest with your feelings, Jude. Then you’ll be happy.”

Ellis joined the four other Crown members swirling and dancing around him, as his boss stared at his with a murderous look in his eye. Pissed at the flower crown being placed on his head, he tried to remove it, but some invisible force restrained him from doing so. He lights a third cigarette and watches the remaining band members carry on the song, Victor belting it out with his hand held mic, and Roger now playing the drums to replace Ellis.

It was utter chaos. Crazy lights, mist, make up being worn by Crown’s leader, flowers on his head and flowers being tossed at him. “Na na na na na, Hey Jude…..”

That stupid chorus kept being repeated. Over and over. It didn’t stop. However, by the time he put the fourth cigarette in his mouth, something unexpected happened. Jude was able to shift a little on the stool he was sitting on, and the more he thought of it, he realized it was because the song was reaching the outro. Soon, he was able to stand and as the members of Crown continued to play and sing,”Jude….Na na na na…..Wooooow….Hey….Hey…Yeaa, Yeaaa, Yeaa….”, Jude slowly walked up to a stand holding spare guitars.

Smiling with the lit cigarette between his teeth, he picked up a beautiful electric guitar, kicked over the remainder on the stand and then started busting everything up. He picked up the stool and threw it at Victor and the other three who ran away in terror as Victor continued to sing. Leaping onto the different stages Jude started kicking over the equipment, and smashing the instruments.

Jude wreaked havoc on the musical room that kept trapped inside, and by the time he was finished, sparks were flying over head from the damage he did. He laughed sinisterly, ripping the flower crown off his head he turned on his heel and walked out….

“Hey, Jude.”

His eyes shot wide open. Not that shit song again, he thought.

“Want to walk to the bakery with me?” He rubbed his eyes in relief that what he just endured truly was a nightmare.

“Hell no I d-”, Just as he was about to decline, the words that Victor sang in his dream echoed in his brain.

“Hey Jude, don't be afraid. You were made to go out and get her.”

It wasn’t that he wanted her necessarily, but he wanted to stop hearing those annoying words ringing in his head. So he agreed.

“Fine, but ya owe me.”

“Alright, it’s my treat then.”

It was just to get that annoying song out of his head. He wasn’t afraid of anything. He wasn’t.

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[revasserium]

the unofficial ultimate bungo stray dogs reading list

this is mainly for myself bc i rly do want to read most if not all of these and i'm sure it's already been done by someone somewhere. but, i thought why not post it lmao; most if not all of these can be found on anna's archive, z-library, or project gutenberg! (also, consider buying from your local bookstore!) for those that are a bit harder to find, i've included links, though some are from j-stor and would require login to access.

detective agency:

osamu dazai:

no longer human (novel)

the setting sun (novel)

nakajima atsushi:

the moon over the mountain: stories (short story collection)

light, wind and dreams (short story)

fukuzawa yukichi:

an encouragement of learning (17 volume collections of writings)

all the countries of the world, for children written in verse (textbook)

yosano akiko:

kimi shinitamou koto nakare (poem)

midaregami (poetry collection)

edogawa ranpo:

the boy detectives club (book series)

japanese tales of mystery and imagination (short story collection)

the early cases of akechi kogoro (novel)

kunikida doppo:

river mist and other stories (short story collection)

izumi kyouka:

demon lake (play)

spirits of another sort: the plays of izumi kyoka (play collection)

tanizaki junichirou:

the makioka sisters (novel)

the red roof and other stories (short story collection)

miyazawa kenji:

ame ni mo makezu; be not defeated by the rain (poem)

night on the galactic railroad (novel)

strong in the rain (poetry collection)

port mafia:

mori ougai:

vita sexualis (novel)

the dancing girl (novel)

nakahara chuuya:

poems of nakahara chuya (poetry collection)

akutagawa ryuunosuke:

rashoumon (short story)

the spider's thread (short story)

rashoumon and other stories (short story collection)

ozaki kyouyou:

the gold demon (novel)

higuchi ichiyou:

in the shade of spring leaves (biography and short stories)

hirotsu ryuurou:

falling camellia (novel)

tachihara michizou:

in mourning for the summer (poem)

midwinter momento (poem)

from the country of eight islands: an anthology of japanese poetry (poetry collection)

kajii motojirou:

lemon (short story)

yumeno kyuusaku:

dogra magra (novel)

oda sakunosuke:

flawless/immaculate (short story)

sakaguchi ango:

darakuron (essay)

the guild:

f. scott fitzgerald:

the great gatsby (novel)

the beautiful and the damned (novel)

edgar allen poe:

the raven (poem)

the black cat (short story)

the murders in the rue morgue (short story)

herman melville:

moby dick (novel)

h.p. lovecraft:

the call of cthulhu (short story)

the shadow out of time (novella)

john steinbeck:

the grapes of wrath (novel)

of mice and men (novel)

lucy maud montgomery:

anne of green gables (novel)

the blue castle (novel)

chronicles of avonlea (short story collection)

louisa may alcott:

little women (novel)

the brownie and the princess (short story collection)

margaret mitchell:

gone with the wind (novel)

mark twain:

the adventures of tom sawyer (novel)

adventures of huckleberry finn (novel)

nathaniel hawthorn:

the scarlet letter (novel)

rats in the house of the dead:

fyodor dostoevsky:

crime and punishment (novel)

the brothers karamozov (novel)

notes from the underground (short story collection)

alexander pushkin:

eugene onegin (novel)

a feast in time of plague (play)

ivan goncharov:

the precipice (novel)

oguri mushitarou:

the perfect crime (novel)

decay of the angel:

fukuchi ouchi:

the mirror lion, a spring diversion (kabuki play)

bram stoker:

dracula (novel)

dracula's guest and other weird stories (short story collection)

nikolai gogol:

the overcoat (short story)

dead souls (novel)

hunting dogs: (i must caveat here that the hunting dogs are named after much more comparatively obscure jpn writers/playwrights so i was unable to find a lot of the specific pieces actually mentioned; but i still wanted to include them on the list because well -- it wouldn't be a bsd list without them)

okura teruko:

gasp of the soul (short story; i wasn't able to find an english translation)

devil woman (short story)

jouno saigiku:

priceless tears (kabuki play; no translation but at least we have a summary)

suehiro tetchou:

setchuubai/a political novel: plum blossoms in snow (novel)

division for unusual powers:

taneda santouka:

the santoka: versions by scott watson (poetry collection)

tsujimura mizuki:

lonely castle in the mirror (novel)

yesterday's shadow tag (short story collection; i was unable to find a translation)

order of the clock tower:

agatha christie:

and then there were none (novel)

murder on the orient express (novel)

she is the best selling fiction writer of all time there's too much to list here

mimic:

andre gide:

strait is the gate (novel)

trascendents:

arthur rimbaud:

illuminations (poetry collection)

the drunken boat (poem)

a season in hell (prose poem)

johann von goethe:

faust

the sorrows of young werther

paul verlaine:

clair de lune (poem, yes it did inspire the debussy piece, yes)

poems under saturn (poetry collection)

victor hugo:

the hunchback of notre-dame (novel)

les miserables (novel)

william shakespeare:

romeo and juliet (play)

a midsummer nights' dream (play)

sonnets (poetry collection)

the seven traitors:

jules verne:

around the world in 80 days (novel)

journey to the center of the earth (novel)

twenty thousand leagues under the seas (novel)

other:

natsume souseki:

i am a cat (novel)

kokoro (novel)

botchan (novel)

h.g. wells:

the time machine (novella)

the invisible man (novel)

the war of the worlds (novel)

shibusawa tatsuhiko:

the travels of prince takaoka (novel; unable to find translation)

dr. mary wollstonecraft godwin shelley

frankenstein (novel)

[peppermintquartz]

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass it on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! 💙

OK here goes. I'm very shameless about my writing, actually. You might regret asking me this!

One thing to note: I lean towards the darker side, so if you do browse through my fics, be wary and read the tags. Lots of dead doves. And since I tend to write one story in different parts, I have grouped those that tell the same story.

1. Red Mist / Black Moon (Shadowhunters)

This set is one story, starting from Magnus rescuing Alec and then Alec saving Magnus. There are torture scenes which, frankly, I didn't go as dark as I would now, but the main focus for me was the relationship between Magnus and Asmodeus. Incestuous overtones in Red Mist becomes outright references in Black Moon, but there are plot reasons for it. I also loved doing the Chinese bits and also the multi-verse / trans-dimensional shenanigans bits.

2. Finn's Playroom (Pro Wrestling)

This is pure self indulgence. It has porn, plot, BDSM, angst, fluff, romance, friends with benefits, friends(?) with benefits, murder, attempted murder, torture, sexual abuse, recovery from abuse, breakup, make-up, BAMFs out the wazoo, childhood trauma, and lots of lore buried in there. But it's sexy AF. I gained a whole buncha wrestling moots with this fic!

3. In a Cottage by the Sea (Hannibal)

Oddly enough, this is the only one on this list that has no Dead Dove.

I wrote many Hannibal fics, and while I love the work I put into Bread & Music (massive age gap fic without Daddy kink), this one truly tested me as a writer because I tried being super minimalistic and sparse. I think, style-wise, this was the hardest to create, and I genuinely love this particular fic.

4. Contact / Touched / Caresses (Bleach)

Extremely Dead Doves. Be warned.

This is an interconnected story about the love between two of the main villains on Bleach (i reject Tite Kubo's interpretation completely), and in their unrepentant evil-ness, they are utterly devoted to each other. Love does not make a person good.

This was written 20 years ago, almost? so the quality of writing is sometimes 'eeeeeh' but i am proud that i did this in the first place. I wrote three different POVs of the same story, with some chapters happening concurrently, others filling in the blanks between the chapters of the other fics, it was completely insane, and I was utterly possessed by it because I was uploading one chapter every day or every other day. Lots of readers started rooting for the villains to have a happy ending... (see: number 5)

(This was written and shared on FFdotnet and transferred over to AO3 by copy-pasting from a download, so there are many typos. But given there are 263 chapters, and over 596,000 words in total, I am not editing this.)

5. Over All Things / I Will Remember You / You Will Remember Me (Bleach, conclusion to the above)

...And because of the impact of number 4 on this list, I could write this concluding trio of stories, again with multiple POV of the same incident, and I know I made a lot of readers cry.

For the very evil guys.

But, see, I woke up crying because this story unfolded fully in my head, so of course i had to inflict the pain on everyone else.

Thank you for letting me ramble about my fics, I really appreciated this ask!

[scribeforchrist-blog]

Shadows Without Hope 

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ 1 Corinthians 2:5 So that your faith might not rest in the wisdom of men but in the power of God.

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VERSE OF THE DAY 

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+    2 Chronicles 29:15 We are foreigners and strangers in your sight, as were all our ancestors. Our days on earth are like a shadow without hope.

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SUBJECT: Shadows Without Hope 

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM FOCUSING ON GOD 

I AM A STRANGERS 

I AM LOVING 

I AM HOPEFUL

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READ TIME: 7 Minutes & 18 Seconds

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THOUGHTS:

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    We often hear that we must be careful when handling things because we never know when our last day will be. We never know when we will see someone again. Sometimes, we take stuff like this for granted when we argue about things with family, especially since we never know when we will see them again, so we must be careful with what we do and speak. 

     I can say that sometimes looking over certain things is hard, and I immediately go to God and say, God, I can't get past this. Show me how to deal with this , and he would, and he’ll guide me through. The verse tells us we are strangers, foreigners, here, no matter how many ways we say it or see it, we got a home and a car and this and that, but if something happens today, we will be gone. The word says we are like a shadow, a vape, a mist; having any of theses things matters the disagreements we have all of is meaningless.

 

•James 4:14 Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.

 

•Psalm 39:5 You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Truly, each man at his best exists as but a breath. Selah

•Psalm 144:4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.

 

 Since we don’t know what day what hour Jesus will return and we don’t know what our last day is here, even in our verses today, it tells us we are like a breath, and because we aren’t sure we must live a life of holiness yesterday, we talked about holiness and being a special instrument of God. Still, if we are going to continue to live any way when we die, we will go to hell.

   Many people don’t want to hear this apart; they want it sugar-coated, and they want this part made up, or they can’t dare hear any of it, and they want to believe  everyone goes to heaven, but friends,  I won't lie to you if you're not living a life of holiness if I am not living a life of holiness we aren’t going to make it to heaven, but it's up us, and a lot of people say well it’s no way God is sending me to hell for this, or it's no way he is sending me to hell for that, in our word it tells us who will make it and who won't, and he’s not sending us we are sending our selves. 

      •Matthew 7:21-23 Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. On that day, many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, cast out demons in your name, and do many mighty works in your name?’ And then will I declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from me, you workers of lawlessness.’

     •Revelation 21:8 But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable, as for murderers, the sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars, their portion will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death.”

    •1 Corinthians 6:9-10 Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor men who practice homosexuality, nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God.

     This devotional is packed with scriptures because I want everyone to see this and know this is coming straight from the word of God. A lot of people say they don’t read the bible because they don’t want the bible to show them why or what they are doing wrong; we can go to any preacher to fill our itchy ears, but getting someone to tel us something we want to hear versus what we need to hear won’t help us in the long run.

  If you or I don’t live a life of righteousness   neither one of us will make it to heaven; we have to start getting it right and ask God to give us strength to let go over our fleshly ways and not hold on to every slight bit of bitterness, the word says to flee from it, and I know that some of us have had a lot we have went through. Still, we also must know that holding on to bitterness doesn't help us grow; it stagnates our growth in God. 

    ***Today, we learned that having all the things in the world cant keep us from hell; everything we do that’s not right in God's sight, we need to fix it, and to do this, we go to him; a lot of people don’t like devotionals like this because it’s stating we have a problem and a lot of people think how they are is just fine in the eyes of God but if you haven’t asked him to clean you with hyssop , do so by saying this “ Father if it’s anything in me that you don’t like please show me it can be selfishness, bitterness, lustful ways whatever it is I want to be pure for you, cleanse me like hyssop father.

  We never know when our time will be, so when we have arguments with anyone, we need to go to them and fix it; we always want to be ready and prepared, but this isn’t saying. We did nothing wrong, but we must go to them and say I am sorry if I offended you, and it’s up to them to accept. However, in everything we do, we must do it in love. God wants us to understand that certain things won’t be accepted in heaven: sexually immoral, thieves, greedy, idolaters, murderers, the faithless, etc. We must strive for perfection and holiness, and to do this, we must do it in his strength, not in ours; everything is impossible for us but not God; that’s why we do this in his strength. ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, we thank you for everything; we ask you today to be with us and show us the way.  Father, we are struggling right now, and we ask you to give us the strength to walk on the narrow road. Father, every day, we try, and it’s tough. We ask you to help us not to fall, but if we stumble, please help us to keep holding on to you, in Jesus' Name, Amen 

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REFERENCES 

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+ Jeremiah 31:3 I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.

 

+ Exodus 34:6 And he passed in front of Moses, proclaiming, “The Lord, the Lord, the compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness.

 

+ Zephaniah 3:17 The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love, he will no longer rebuke you but will rejoice over you with singing.”

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FURTHER READINGS 

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Proverb 20

Leviticus 20

Jeremiah 26

Ephesians 3 

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[naviamin]

𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎 + 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎 + 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 ★ “SINISTER”

✿ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: graphic depictions of violence, mentions of gore/blood, vomiting, mentions of vomit, panic/anxiety attack, manipulative arlecchino, mentions of betrayal, upset lynette, no mentions of lyney and freminet, lore accurate arlecchino, implied mentions of pedophilia (not directed at lynette), slight implications of misogyny/weak woman.

✿ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: hihi! my first ACTUAL writing based post on here, hope you enjoy TvT. But before we begin, I wanna say something this is not a ship one shot AND this is not in the genshin impact verse! also ty to @theshinazugawaslut for helping me edit this 🤍 go check out their works and show them support! that’s all for now, i hope u all enjoy <3

Lynette is still. So still. She stands and watches her father—no, a monster— take the life of a man. It's a selfish act in and out of itself. To kill someone.

Lynette is aware that the man is not the greatest of men; he is a man who worked hand in hand with evil. The man is a coward. The lowest of the lowest. He is happiest when hurting people, innocents; especially young women. Woman like Lynette. Women of small stature, women with nimble fingers, women with thin legs—women that could fit perfectly in the palm of his hand; the size of a snack, something to eat. Something to rip apart with teeth so sharp that-

Girls like Lynette are entertainment to him. Pretty little things to suck the blood right out off when there was no water. Just so he could watch them cower, watch them shrivel up beneath his feet.

But...

Lynette never knew someone could go grey, never knew what it meant to become a corpse, never knew what grey meant until today.

She watches the man writhe and scream in pain that went beyond simple agony.

The torture just went on and on. Endless.

At some point, beyond this grey expanse of time, the man begged to be released.

Arlecchino seemingly got upset with this simple request, and so she snatched his eyeball right out of his eyesocket. She even made a show to crush it between her black fingers, all until the eye was split into two parts of mush.

Lynette watches as the man held the empty space that once held his eye, letting out a shriek so loud—it sounded inhumane, the sort of sound a dog would make; like a dog being ran over. Lynette swore she had heard a crash of some sort. The man is hurting and... and all Lynette could do was just stand there.

She couldn't focus, she didn’t know what to focus on. The crimson blood staining her father’s once pristine white shirt? The thick, foggy haze of scarlet, like misted blood spray? All the different shades of red she could count from just one man?

The sight is grim, gory, and absolutely wretched, and seeing her saviour, the woman she calls—called—her father standing above it, was just... despicable.

Though at the time, she would've just said stammered and told you she was scared.

And the sounds she is making... Eerie.

Eerie in the way that Lynette could not put a finger on it, just wrong.

They sounded wrong—the sadistic glint in cruel eyes as Arlecchino’s actions ooze from her monstrous noises.

Like an animal.

She growls as she rips the flesh of every last bit of her prey. Greedy, like a lone wolf; she enjoys every piece of meat that she rips of the bruised bone, malice hot against her teeth.

This was all so wrong—a woman, a woman?

No...this was different.

The sounds were so terrible—they were so wrong—like a clock going the wrong way, maybe a fork scratching across a glass plate.

Each sigh, each grunt, each god-awful noise that came out her lips was nothing but a sound of murder amongst blood-curdling screams.

Arlecchino is malevolence herself.

A great, natural evil.

A natural disaster—like a the fiery depths of a volcano or the deafening sound of a merciless tsunami.

She is a great sinister.

A true embodiment of the word villan.

To be the antagonist. To be the bad guy—anything disastrous, anything twisted, anything utterly sick and inhumane—Arlecchino simply is.

She is vile, so vile, and so sickly that she began to smell putrid... the acid in Lynette’s stomach starts to churn—thicken—like a witch brewing a nasty spell in her cauldron.

Her stomach begins to growl, almost scratching against her inner skin. How awful. It's an odd feeling that Lynette hasn’t had for quite a while.

She last had this feeling when... when... oh... She was gonna be sick.

Lynette felt herself go green, acidic, felt her skin grow sick from the sight.

She knew she is a colour that no human should ever be. She grew more ill as she hears the snap of a vein. It's disgusting. She had to look away then. She hears it again—a loud snap, then a bang—and when she looks at the horror in front of her, she couldn’t quite comprehend what the man had lost this time.

Was it a limb?

Or perhaps... oh.

Oh.

No... no... no... it couldn’t be... no... this wasn’t her father. This wasn’t her father. This wasn’t her father. This wasn’t her father.

(And at this moment everything made sense. This isn’t Lynette’s father).

All those emotions, all that fear, that rage forcefully ripped its way out of Lynette, ejecting out foul somethings and bile from her mouth.

Lynette fell to her knees, looking at the gooey puddle of her own vomit below her. Rotten.

Sweat clung to her forehead as she groans. Her throat felt as if it had been shredded apart. Left panting on the floor, she listens to sounds of screaming. The screaming now sounding a little distant; far, far away. Perhaps that was better. A cold distance. A nice, cold distance.

(A nice, cold distance. A distance like the shadows beneath you. Nice. Unreachable. Black. Even though it wouldn’t last long, Lynette enjoyed the moment, the pool of sick below her entwined in such a horrible memory.)

Then it started all over again. Lynette gasped for breath as she felt her sweat become solid against her forehead. The sounds of skin clashing, scratching becoming sickening.

The distance closed in. Gone.

What a sad existence... Lynette thinks. Her father, brutally torturing someone a few feet in front of her while she cowers and shakes in front of her own... self... her vomit. Doesn’t her father know how much Lynette hates to vomit? Has she forgot? No... but Arlecchino would never forget. She promised... she had promised! Why must Lynette hang her head over her own... why must life be unfair?

Why is life so unfair...? Is the world shaped—made—to make woman feel inferior? Why did that man come near Lynette; near other young, sweet, innocent girls. Why must this happen? Why...?

Lynette’s head is a even bigger mess than that of the man before her, though perhaps such a thought is cruel.

Her vision even worse than the eyeless man. Black, splotchy dots fill her vision. Focusing then not. An array of bright colours controll her sight; grey and then becoming a kaleidoscopic rainbow. Like those sweets Lynette used to eat as she layed upon... nevermind.

Lynette’s arms go weak. They snap. The floor comes to her first, crashing mercilessly into her face. Her sick bubbles against her cheek, in front of her lips as she breathes against it. And the smell.. oh. A nauseating stench that burnt her nostrils.

Oh, she really hates vomit. She really does. It’s so... smelly and has bits in it. Oh, she doesn’t wanna be sick again. And that man won’t stop screaming... why won’t he stop yelling..?!

Lyentte has to speak. To tell her father... Arlecchino... that sinister to stop. To make it stop. Like she did all those years ago. Maybe she’ll cradle her, and sing songs to her. Oh, those beautiful memories. They aren’t distant... maybe Lynette can still reach them, if she reaches far enough...

Lynette’s brusied lips tear apart as she tries to scream. Her lips won’t divide, won't open.

They... they’re stuck! Her teeth chatter with cold fear as she tries to speak. The only sound she manages to make is a small cry, that even Lynette herself almost couldn’t hear. A swarm of wasps collects at the back of her throat. Buzzing. Loudly. Lynette despises wasps. Her throat full of ants, roaches, bees. Biting and stinging. Rendering her useless. Rendering her useless.

With each choke, with each failed whisper the anxiety rides up her spine like electricity.

Each breath, each sigh felt like a shock straight to her brain. The vomit acting like the water to the electricity riding through her body. Though riding was a soft word, perhaps obliterating was better.

(Opposites attract, her ass; they don’t, she knows that now. Arlecchino hasn’t even noticed her. How foolish was Lynette to believe a woman with eyes made of tar, deep, red crosses engraved in her eyes to show her sins, lips that stretched into such a large smile—how did Lynette think a woman with features like that could ever be trusted?)

“What is this...?”

It is like Lynette’s brain spoke for her. Because she doesn’t quite know how her vocal cords suddenly came to life after surrendering a long time ago.

For the first time in a while, a silence resounds in the dark room. But it isn’t a nice one. This silence speaks of untold horrors, of terrible outcomes, and of Arlecchino. The silence stretches out uncomfortably long.

Lynette feels herself cringe, her arms tingling, going lax. She takes a long, deep breath, coughing when she feels some of her vomit splatter against her. She breathes again, she forces herself to.

She doesn’t like this silence. Even if it can be broken by her shaky breathing, it is better than standing between reality and Arlecchino.

Lynette stops breathing loudly when she hears the shuffle of clothes. A loud clack resounds in the room; ear-piercing.

Arlecchino’s footsteps sound thunderous as she begins to approach Lynette. Like, she grew extra legs. What was just the clacking of heels against a marble floor, felt like an avalanche of feet. A stampede of frightened animals, running away. Lynette is the the only one left, laying on the ground as the others run in fright. She is left to face the ultimate predator by herself.

Arlecchino’s voice is gentle when she speaks but to Lynette, it feels more like a shriek. “Lynette...?”

Lynette doesn’t know why, but she sighs. Sighs so loudly, it clears her vision. She sighs again, feeling this awful feeling leave her body.

An abrupt sob rips through her throat. Unexpected tears roll down her eyes, mingling with vomit-stained floors.

Her sobs turn loud, booming.

Lynette begins to scratch against the floor, against her vomit. She feels the filth sink in between her thin fingers, beneath her once clean nails. Her cries turn so loud that the whimpering of the abused man turns inaudible. Her throat tears with each scream, but she still cries. She cries to her hearts content. Her whole body, her whole soul cries and screams with her. She screams like a toddler, she screams like a baby. She bangs her fists against her floor, watching her sick fly everywhere. But she doesn’t care, because, for once, crying feels relaxing.

Her cries speak for her, telling the story of her irritation, her agony, her betrayal. Lynette has no idea if Arlecchino is even listening, but the silence in the room is only filled with her despair. (So, Arlecchino must be...)

Lynette writhes in her own sort of pain. And she does that for what feels like centuries, but only a couple seconds actually pass. She brings herself to her knees, away from her sick. A few minutes ago, she would have loved that. But, not anymore.

“Why must you—why did you...” Lynette rasps, she breathes hard as she hangs her head back. Her chest heaves painfully as she gasps greedily for air. “Why did you hurt that man under my name?”

Lynette doesn’t even recognise her own voice. She sounds... different? Like... someone she knows.

“Because...” Arlecchino finally responds. And Lynette hopes she doesn’t finish, because she knows what exactly Arlecchino will say.

Don’t say it. Don’t say it.

Nononononono... don’t say it.

Please please please... no... no... don’t say what you’re going to say.

“You’re my daughter.”

Lynette can practically hear the evil grin that Arlecchino wears on her face. She can picture that unforgiving smile—lips stretched into a wide grin, too large for a human face. The blood prior from the mans torture running down her face, her skin... the skin that Lynette used to kiss and poke...

When did times change?

When was Arlecchino ever so malicious? Lynette doesn’t remember. All she remembers are the hugs, the kisses, the word of affirmation. Those kind words that dripped with the sweetest honey, the kind of words that felt like walking through a field of pretty flowers. Every day with Arlecchino felt like receiving a bouquet of stunning red roses. Since when did the moment of now spent with Arlecchino feel so... sad? Were they always this lonely?

Lynette recalls any memory of good, but at this moment, she can’t. She just can’t. All she could do is cry. And she did. She cried for God knows how long.

She cried until she felt Arlecchino’s cold hands hovering above her head. Arlecchino’s hands, despite dripping with thick blood and other unknown substances, were soft and gentle when pulling Lynette’s head down.

Lynette lazily looked at her father... or whatever... before her. She didn’t know what to say or do, so she blinked.

The expression on Arlecchino’s face was unreadable. No one knows what she will say, what she will do. So, Lynette sat still, let her head rest against Arlecchino’s hand as she waited for the surprise.

Arlecchino smiled. It didn’t reach her eyes. It was fake. Maybe real. Who knows? But, it was probably fake. Knowing her.

Arlecchino took a deep sigh, and then her smile grew larger. She exhales roughly, and then bought her other hand to rest against the other side of Lynette’s face. Then she spoke. What it meant Lynette did not know, but she hopes it isn’t as bad as it sounds.

“You’re next.”

© 2023, NAVIAMIN

[your-ne1ghbor]

A cut scene from my Wish rewrite (FW: dead bodies) (Long Post)

Sooo I have written out an old draft of the story from Disney's Wish that was just called "Wish Rewrite" (how original). In that original story, I was just making up the story as I went along, but only stopped because of my modivation being in the drain plus the story didn't feel like something personal from me, so I scrapped the whole thing and stared from scratch.

I do not regret doing this, this allowed me to explore the characters and world building more than just head diving into rewritten territory without putting much thought into it. But....

The was always this one scene that I keep looking back on. For now, it is cut from the TKoRaT AU, but I might reconcider it, just might update or fix the scene so it would make sense, since it just didn't when I kept thinking about this particular scene, including with context. Or maybe still have that idea, but in a different context.

To give some insider to the very old draft of my story, Asha was a princess ofc and still the adopted daughter of the king and queen. Their meeting was very different from what we have now, where Asha was an orphan and ran away, only to bump into Magnifico and he took her in. Meanwhile, from what you guys know, Amaya claimed to "found her at the kingdom's doorsteps" (nahh they killed her parents). Maggy and Amaya were also VERY different from the current versions of them. It sorta reminds me of @annymation's Maggy and Amaya in a way. Anyways, the magic and the people were different too, where Maggy put on a "mAgIc" spell that made the kingdom look all happy, sort of like a mist to hide what is really going on in the kingdom. Like from the Percy Jackson novels. Idk like I said, sorta made it up as I went along. The story stopped around when Asha and Amaya have a conversation about Asha's current state on learning magic and it kinda ended there. PLus, the old story DID NOT have maggy building the kingdom himself, rather, it was passed down to him from generations.

But ofc, I always think ahead of these stories and concidered what the ending fight to be like or at least one of the fights between them. And during the one of the fights...well.....let me lay it out for you the best I can:

It is a 2v2: Asha and Star verses Maggy and Amaya. Maggy and Amaya got the upper hand on star and drained half of their powers. Star, legit unable to keep most of himself together, him and Asha retreat to somewhere in the dungens to hide and think of a new plan. They hid in a secluded room that Asha never knew was there before.

The room was cold, and barren. With a very faint smell that smelt like rot (we learn what that is in just a second). Star even mentions reconizing a sense of stars being here, but also not. Asha, using the wand that was given to her from Star, illuminates the room ...buttttttttttttttt......

Expecting to find like it being a armory or some sort of rest room for the soldiers guarding the dungens, they instead find bodies.

Bodies of all of the missing people that would have been illuded to from early on, where when people question the king and queen, they are never to be seen again. This is where they end up. Leaving the bodies in a room, to be later on forgotten about. It wasn't just dead bodies of all the recently missing people, it is a room of dead stars. The dead stars are hanging from the ceiling, somewhat like a trophey room of what they captured and killed. This is kinda the reason why the kingdom was passed down from generations, they are dead stars from long ago, slaughtered by the early kings and queens of Rosas. This was basically a hit of reality for Star, for this made them realize why the Stars dont go to earth to grant wishes anymore. They get taken advantage of, only to be murdered later and then forgotten about.

You can kind of see why I cut this. Not only does it not make sense to me personally, it kinda breaks the story. Why are there no guards guarding that room? Why do the kings and queens have a room filled with dead people when they can easily just toss the bodies into the ocean or smth? WHY DOES ASHA NOT KNOW THIS WHEN SHE HAS BEEN LIVING AT THE CASTLE FOR 11 YEARS???? (she was 6 when they found her) Did Maggy and Amaya murdered stars before? Have they captured one? Is that why they were so presistant on catching star? To have him as some sort of trophey? It just didn't make sense....but it also just drives home the point that Amaya and Magnifico aren't to be trusted AT ALL. It also does up the stakes: If Asha and Star fail to beat Maggy and Amaya, they will end up in this room to only be forgotten about later on.

But as of the current state if my AU, this just doesn't work. Maggy and Amaya do not have a room filled with dead bodies. Why the fuck would they want all of the dead heretics be staying in the kingdom doors when they can just burn the bodies, toss them into the ocean/river, ect? Plus, Maggy built his kingdom, not had it passed down for generations. There wouldn't be any dead stars hanged up like a trophey. But just because it is cut, does not mean I can change it.

I have been overthinking how things would work in the kingdom, especially concidering that the people are really empty without their wish, and get even more depressed after their wish is crushed. Soooo wouldn't drive them to do..........yk??? I dont wanna mention it since ik there might be sensitive people reading this, buttttt you get what I'm saying right???????

Idk Im just overthinking man. Might use this idea, might not.

But this was at a state and I still want it too, it was going to fall under the horror aspects of the story or still have it be unsettling to read. Although this would have driven that point home, it should make sense, and it didn't. Thats why I cut it for now. And it might say that way since I don't really see the use of needing this when we have a bitch that literally thinks they are doing the right thing, that ends up hurting the people around them and already has a pretty scary design if shot correctly and I am still figuring out the story and overthinking EVERYTHING 💀💀

BUt hey what do I know? The story is still in the works as Im driving myself insane over the fucking magic system and characters and worldbuilding AHHHHHHHH

Anyways, this is just a random tangent. Plus, wanted to spill some beans of this old old story for some reason idk man-🧍‍♂️

[ofallingstar]

List of books I read this year

The Summer Children by Dot Hutchison

My Sister, the Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite

The Reader by Bernhard Schlink

Kink: Stories by R.O. Kwon

Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle by Vladimir Nabokov

Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger

The Vanishing Season by Dot Hutchison

If Beale Street Could Talk by James Baldwin

Nana by Émile Zola

Poesía completa by Alejandra Pizarnik

Hija de la fortuna by Isabel Allende

The Cure at Troy: A Version of Sophocles' Philoctetes by Seamus Heaney

The Complete Fairy Tales by Oscar Wilde

The Butcher Boy by Patrick McCabe

The Dalkey Archive by Flann O'Brien

The Likeness by Tana French

The Gathering by Anne Enright

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis

The Plague by Albert Camus

Ham on Rye by Charles Bukowski

Book of Mercy by Leonard Cohen

Book of Longing by Leonard Cohen

The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley

Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Dale

Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood

The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin

Água Viva by Clarice Lispector

Graveyard Clay: Cré na Cille by Máirtín Ó Cadhain

Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis

New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001 by Czeslaw Milosz

A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin

Close Range: Brokeback Mountain and Other Stories by Annie Proulx

My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh

Lunch Poems by Frank O'Hara

The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd

The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis

The Tombs of Atuan by Ursula K. Le Guin

The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie

As Normal as Possible: Negotiating Sexuality and Gender in Mainland China and Hong Kong by Yau Ching

The Black Phone by Joe Hill

The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis

Firelight of a Different Colour: The Life and Times of Leslie Cheung Kwok-wing by Nigel Collett

The Farthest Shore by Ursula K. Le Guin

Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963 by Susan Sontag

I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy

To Paradise by Hanya Yanagihara

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

Tehanu by Ursula K. Le Guin

The Magician's Nephew by C.S. Lewis

How Now, Butterfly?: A Memoir of Murder, Survival and Transformation by Charity Lee

Santa by Federico Gamboa

Farewell My Concubine by Lilian Lee

Villette by Charlotte Brontë

Tales from Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin

Temprada de huracanes by Fernanda Melchor

The Silent Companions by Laura Purcell

The Doll-Master and Other Tales of Terror by Joyce Carol Oates

The Year of the Witching by Alexis Henderson

Dracula by Bram Stoker

Kissing Carrion by Gemma Files

The Last Battle by C.S. Lewis

Thus Spoke Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche

Sybil: The Classic True Story of a Woman Possessed by Sixteen Personalities by Flora Rheta Schreiber

The Other Wind by Ursula K. Le Guin

Columbine by Dave Cullen

Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto

Eva Luna by Isabel Allende

Posion for Breakfast by Lemony Snicket

A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess

Postcolonial Love Poem by Natalie Díaz

Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen

The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros

Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties: Translations and Considerations by Rainer Maria Rilke

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Complete Febuwhump Masterlist

Complete series list on AO3 here; individual fic links under the cut.

Day One: Helpless

our share of night cw: sexual assault, medical examination, kidnapping, attempted murder

Day Two: Solitary Confinement

the first of many cw: imprisonment, torture, ptsd, anxiety attacks

Day Three: "Bite down on this."

texture cw: food texture issues, ableism, bullying (sort of)

Day Four: Obedience

consolation, cw: kinky stuff, some d/s & roleplaying

Day Five: Rope Burns

here a mist, and there a mist, cw: aftermath of rape

Day Six: "You lied to me."

like a flipped switch, cw: child abuse

Day Seven: Suffering in Silence

many happy returns, cw: offscreen canonical minor character death

Day Eight: "Why won't it stop?"

the sound of drums

Day Nine: Immortality (alternate prompt) (Fic based on the 'Bees' prompt to come later, because I ran out of time)

once more, with feeling

Day Ten: Killing in Self-Defense

first, do no harm

Day Eleven: Time Loop

second verse same as the first, cw: child abuse

Day Twelve: Semi-Conscious

the bubble, cw: aftermath of rape, ptsd

Day Thirteen: "You weren't supposed to get hurt."

17 Scenes on a Pull-out Couch, cw: aftermath of rape, canonical minor character death, ptsd, anxiety, flashbacks, dissociation

Day Fourteen: Blood-stained Tiles

and dandy

Day Fifteen: "Who did this to you?"

an easy answer, cw: torture

Day Sixteen: Came Back Wrong

In Which Ianto Rescues a Helpless Victim

Day Seventeen: Hostage Situation

Unethical Hostage Maneuvers for Fun and Profit

Day Eighteen: Too Weak to Move

live and learn and lie in bed

Day Nineteen "Please don't."

knowing, cw: past canonical minor character death, pregnancy

Day Twenty: Truth Serum

In Vino Veritas

Day Twenty-One: Unresponsive

Third Wheeling, cw: aftermath of rape, ptsd, dissociation

Day Twenty-Two: "You weren't meant to be there."

A Very Torchwood Welcome

Day Twenty-Three: Human Weapon (alternate prompt)

trudging along, cw: aftermath of rape, ptsd, panic attack/anxiety

Day Twenty-Four: "I'm doing this because I care about you."

Interlude: I'm Doing This Because I Care About You, cw: aftermath of rape, trauma

Day Twenty-Five: CPR (alternate prompt)

unfinished business

Day Twenty-Six: "Help them."

priorities

Day Twenty-Seven: Left for Dead

Left for Dead, Right for an Unpleasant Stroll

Day Twenty-Eight: "No...not like this."

the fork in the road, cw: torture

Day Twenty-Nine: Not Allowed to Die

promises you can't keep still count, cw: pregnancy

[randomnameless]

The only time I felt a major arc in Boruto(anime wise. The manga is its own can of worms)was genuinely bad and didn’t make sense was the Mist Village vs Eco Pirates, especially as they threw cycle of revenge BOTH SIDES in even though the Eco Pirates were legit insane and their arguments don’t make sense that one of them sought ReVeNgE because his sister was hurt when Boruto protected himself in SELF-DEFENSE and killed herself in a hospital room by taking off all the tubes giving her fluids and KEEPING HER ALIVE! She was such an irrational spiteful human being who killed herself out of hate but clearly it’s Borutos fault! That he didn’t let her kill him!

Even the oldest son of the Eco Pirates leader who had been raised to believe his father was the only way to protect their clan realized his father was insane and was murdered by his father when he tried to make peace with the Mist because his father was just a spiteful mosnter and their mom was an idiot that died in battle on board a ship when the pirates were RAIDING MIST SHIPS. It was just genuinely stupid.

I think stuff like Naruto’s failings leading to things being worse in areas, like letting the Mist collapse despite being so physically close in location to Konoha and the Fire Country, or him not trusting people the way he does Kakashi or Sasuke, especially as he had no real answer to making things better in Naruto itself, makes sense.

The "both sides uwu" or "cyle of hatred sad uwus" argument, especially how it is depicted in this general verse really pisses me so much and is one of the reasons I vastly prefer 1st gen to the fuckery that was shippuden, and later, as you pointed out, Boruto (I haven't watched those episodes, but reading the wiki about them makes me puke lol)

At least, in the 1st Gen, when Gaara wants to "hurt" the world because his crap dad tried to kill him, Gaara is only 12 and not in the best mental state thanks to Shukaku being an ass, and is proven wrong, which prompts his change.

Shippuden?

Nagato got his uwu moment to justify his "both sides" plan, because his random parents died in a war so in return he will bring "Tru Piss" to the world even if it means leveling a village full of randoms bcs he's pissed at Tsunade telling him to stop acting like a fucking brat and starting more conflicts that cause more and more senseless random's deaths.

(and then the dude nukes the village, including Ramen Guy and his daughter, to make a point or something)

but everything is alright uwu, since he rez everyone and we're supposed to follow Naruto's mindset, about the guy having had a point or something and the "uwu cycle of hatred that somehow includes killing people who haven't done a thing to you because they exist and it's not your fault if you had to slaughter them :("

(that's why, despite its own faults, I think BC is vastly superior, at least with this scene - Asta doesn't kill Patry when he reveals his tragic backstory and despite emphasing with him, he still punches him bcs dude, you killed a bunch of randoms who never asked for anything in your stupid plans)

Madara was the best example with his "wah wah, Hashirama y u kill me, i thought we could understand each other, see u and I are the same we kill because we can't understand each other :'(" after repeatedly attacking the Leaf, and all of its randoms, with Kurama many times.

As for those episodes you've mentionned -

Iirc Kagura was supposed to be the next Mizukage?

And lol @ his randoms friends for apparently wanting to ditch and betray him after they heard they would only get a 3 years reduction of their sentence, that they got, iirc, from the previous arc where they killed randoms and attempted a coup against the Mist???

Again, it's the general trend within that crap verse of giving more fucks to the perpetrators than to the victims - you can't fucking kill people and expect to get away with a slap on the wrist ; 1st gen Gaara understood it and swore to protect the people of Suna, as the Kazekage, to make up for what he used to do and what he used to be, which ends beautifuly with his final scene in the Deidara battle, and is corrected when he "wakes up" - aka his entire village loves him now (even if the later chapters of Shippuden try to retcon this in a Naruto wankering fest).

Anyways, iirc, one of those random dude in this filler killed Kagura by stabbing him after taking him hostage? And Boruto'n'co effectively dropped their weapons to comply to the dude's demands?

And then Boruto apparently goes in "rawr revenge mode" by pummeling randoms and nearly killing a kid, because that's totes how revenge works, I mean have you seen the old Chiyo pummeling Sakura to death because she comes from the same village as Sakumo? (and I'm pretty sure she was faking trying to attack Kakashi during her "senility" scene, because she didn't use any of the techniques she uses against Sasori!!)

Forget trying to build up or shoehorn an "uwu cycle of hatred uwu BaD uwu" with third rate characters in a third rate filler using a convoluted plot on how "killing terrorists BaD because their families will hate you afterwards :("

Why don't we have any samurai going to Konoha and having a beef with Sarada because Sasuke killed some of them during the land of iron arc? Like Pedro the Samurai's daughter, or niece, or grand-daughter ? I legit thought the samurai girl character would be something like this, but no, she's just pure filler material.

It's not a fair comparison at all, but I was re-re watching FMAB a few days ago, and I vastly prefer the "cycle of revenge" and Scar's general arc to whatever Kishimoto and whoever the fuck works on Boruto tried to give us.

Kishi's world is stupid enough to apparently make everyone accept Naruto's decisions even if those same decisions, if they were made by anyone else or during the Shippuden Era (or even the first gen), would have declared several wars or have been criticised to oblivion.

At least, the later manga reveals he is a shit hokage, even Shikamaru shits on him - and he receives the worst punishment ever, being fridged with "the woman who makes diner in his home" lol

[speaker-of-the-void-cats]

Thank you

Verse 154i:4—Call the Thrall

From a random crypt, Savathûn selected a young Thrall and summoned it into the High Coven. It came hesitantly, fearing death, but nonetheless it came. "Come, come," snapped Savathûn. "Listen as I reveal unto you my design. You are aware that gravity is the curvature of spacetime, and where gravity is powerful, time itself slows." The Thrall indicated that it understood, more or less, for it was a singer of prayers and not well fed with the fruit of the knowledge of physics. "Now I have tried to put an Ascendant in orbit of a black hole while its spawn gather the tribute of an eon. But the worm is not satisfied, for it sees the trick. What I must do is amplify the speed at which tribute is gathered. A pocket world where time passes quickly would do well. Or a world where time is a torus and infinite violence might be gathered. With such a murder battery, I could become a being of supreme insight." The Thrall indicated it was confused, but not lost. "With this tribute, I shall undertake a mighty work. A real humdinger of a scheme. I'm going to refinance my entire existence. I'm going to move from an existential economy based on the accumulation of violence to an existential economy based on the accumulation of secrets and the tribute of failing-to-understand-me. I shall name this tribute of failing-to-understand IMBARU, for it shall be as formless as the mist." The Thrall held up its claws, as if to say, please slow down.

"The universe has not grown simpler in its age. Wherever life can begin, it has begun, and even in some places where sensible folk expect it should not. The great tendency has been toward intricacy, toward sophistication, toward deep thought and richer ways of being. A sword is everywhere edged, but the pieces of a bomb do not look at all like weapons until they are assembled."

Tyrannocide V — The Awoken of the Reef

The Awoken have played their part. This...

...was all part of the plan.

-Queen Mara Sov

Now spoke Savathûn Scheme-mother, "In the beginning, Yul said to me, 'Savathûn, you may never abandon cunning. If you do, your worm shall devour you.' Cunning is the use of thought to predict the function of a system. Therefore, wherever a being should attempt to understand me and fail—has my cunning not defeated theirs? Wherever a falsehood is repeated about me, have I not displayed cunning? I shall gather tribute from every false prediction, misguided theory, fearful rumor, and ominous supposition which derives from the thought of me. And in time, I shall pin my quiddity upon these rumors. I shall discorporate, so that I exist wherever my schemes and conspiracies also exist. And so I will be immortal, as long as anyone seeks to understand me and fails. Do you see?" The Thrall demurred, saying that it did not know much of metaphysics. "Good," said Savathûn. "It's a law of the High Coven that one's sinister plan should be incomprehensible to a Thrall. Do you know why we've come here? If I am to take my tribute from the keeping of secrets… where else are secrets better kept than beneath the event horizon? My brother ruled the flat space of infinity, but I prefer these tide-washed depths… and in time, I shall make them my dominion." Ur the Ever-Hunger heard this and was pleased.

"Inanna had to divest herself of the mysterious "seven mé " (conjecturally, her various jewels and robes) in her descent through seven successive gates leading ever deeper into the underworld until at last she stood naked in the 'land of no return.' Oscar Wilde assigned this symbolic descent to the underworld of the unconscious, a ceremony that equates stripping naked to being in a state of truth, the ultimate unveiling, to Salome."

Dance of the Seven Veils

"If you do not open the gate for me to come in,

I shall smash the door and shatter the bolt,

I shall smash the doorpost and overturn the doors,

I shall raise up the dead and they shall eat the living:

And the dead shall outnumber the living!"

The Descent of Ishtar to the Underworld

Verse 154i:5—The Encrypted Verse

Do you know that nothing in all the cosmos has read this verse?

I encrypted it eons ago, and ever since, it has gone undeciphered. At the moment you laid eyes upon it, I captured the entwined quantum state of the verse, your mind, and your Ghost. Then I used Quria to transmit that state back in time to the moment of encryption. You are your own one-time pad. The key to the lock of understanding.

Who am I?

Call me Coyote. Call me mantis, serpent, Cagn, Anansi, call me Sri-cleans-his-brother's-stomach. Call me the grandmaster of semiosis, the jeweler's hammer which gilds the signal, a purposeful mob none of whose members know its purpose, the infinite regress of enigmas, a self-questioning answer, the word not spoken, black ice, cataract of mimes, the ache and fever of overthought while bedridden with illness, the intolerable thorn of frustrated inquisition, gray regret at the end of a fruitless day, the thing which is unlike your beloved but arbitrarily recalls your beloved to agonizing effect, architrave of the no-window, needle driven in flush with skin so that desperate fingers cannot pull it out, sweet petal, unmemorable, crystal death, the provably improvable.

I know your people well, and so I know all your names for me. But what is your name? I am, of course, especially interested in you. You saw me in the stone laid on your plotting table, and in the shining eyes of the admiral at her dying helm. You hunted me between the lines of your texts. Wherever there was space to fit me in, there you found me. You created me and gave me a part of your thoughts, and in presenting those thoughts to others round the campfires and networks of your little world, you expanded that space.

Here at the center, I lie to you the truth. You have everything you need to know it, but I will give you a clue, as the duelist gives warning before she draws. The answer you seek to the Dreaming City is simple, not complex.

Thank you, sweet friend. You are a gift and a delight. You are more dear than my mother, for you have given birth to me a thousand times.

[causalitylinked]

Spoilers abound for Monark, so if you plan on playing it blind at some point, feel free to skip past this post! As a disclaimer, bolded terms/names will have their own glossary at the end of this post, so people will know what they actually mean even with no prior knowledge of Monark.

Honestly, this is by no means canon, but I like to think that a side effect from being the Pactbearer of Greed is that you can’t exactly die from old age anymore, so those who were previously bound to Avaritia (the Monark of Greed) either die from grievous injuries, poison, or suicide... so in a way, Kakeru is pretty much immortal, as long as someone doesn’t stab him or he himself doesn’t take extreme measures to end his own life.

Still, him choosing to commit suicide is hardly likely, so if anything, he’s far likelier to die from being murdered than, say... overdosing on pills. Due to this, it’s very possible that had Yoru not severely injured him or his Ideals weren’t shattered, Kakeru could live long past the age of 100 years old.

Naturally, he can still physically age, but because he’s granted the ability to rewind time and teleport anywhere he pleases as the Pactbearer of Greed, he could theoretically alter his appearance too by using his Authority on himself, especially since it’s canonically established he could easily manipulate time and space itself to heal any injury he gets by making it so it never happened to begin with. Kakeru just chooses not to make himself look younger because he thinks he’s already handsome the way he is.

Modern verse wise, though, I made it so he never ended up forging a Pact with Avaritia... meaning there is no angst-y plot elements to his story and he never gets to experience multiple time loops/timelines like how he did in Monark.

GLOSSARY.

Monark: Ruler class entity among the Daemons who are responsible for the spawning of lower ranked Daemons called Nobles and Legion. They are drawn to strong Egos and wishes, forming pacts with humans and granting them special abilities called Authorities. The Monarks are associated with the seven sins or desires.

Avaritia: Daemon of Greed who canonically takes on this form and this form. Those who make a pact with them end up getting Chronokinesis, the ability to manipulate space and time.

Authority: Powers that go against the laws of the universe. Only Daemons, residents of the Otherworld, and Pactbearers are capable of wielding them. Because these powers adhere to the laws of the Otherworld, their usage creates distortions in the world, giving rise to distortions such as Mist.

Ideals: Manifestation of a pact between a Daemon and a human. They appear as physical crystals within the Otherworld. There are three Ideals formed for each pact. The areas of the Otherworld containing these pacts can be accessed from areas of the Mist receiving a call from that part of the Otherworld. These spots in the Mist can be identified by a messy stack of smartphones in the vicinity of where the calls are received. Ideals are usually left defended by Daemons.

[broknfeed]

“Any human who helps the immortals — will die with them.” - Augustine.

An alternate universe private verse with @snnydcys. Story written and created by Lumi & Brianna.

NPCs; Bonnie Bennett, Stefan Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Caroline Forbes, Tyler Lockwood, Carol Lockwood, Matt Donovan Dr.Bowman (OC), Augustine guards.

Headcanons can be found here.

2009; Mystic Falls, VA

The gang of Mystic Falls had been dealing with enough problems as it was. Out of the negatives, Damon began to gain feelings for Sonny. Once a friendship, now in the mist of becoming more. However, it was only cut short when Bonnie Bennett received a vision from the other side — Emily, and her other ancestors had shown her Mystic Falls falling under a powerful influence that will become deadly to all immortal beings. It wasn’t clear when until the government began to move into the the small town, building walls and fences. The construction was near done and the team had to figure out a way to escape before it was too late.

Augustine, once destroyed by Damon, had fallen in the hands of an important person with government connections. The files that had been retrieved from the fire that attempted to erase Augustine, was now at hands at the new owner. Dr. Bowman. Bowman sought an opportunity to rewrite Augustine, creating it to be a program that could terminate all immortals as he learned, immortals have been the reasoning for the mysterious murders. However, he had no proof other than papers.

Dr.Bowman decided to visit Mystic Falls, able to convince Richard Lockwood to share the vampire history. Dr.Bowman promised Richard a high rank position if he was able to deliver a vampire — alive. Richard agreed. A few weeks passed and Richard learned his son was a hybrid. The disgust was high for his son as Richard was part of the Town’s Council and had deep hate for any immortal beings. Driven by hate, Richard delivers Tyler to the doctor — unknowingly becoming the beginning of the end.

After many torturous experiments, Dr.Bowman was able to prove his theories. Giving the Augustine Program the green light to move into the state of Virginia and place Mystic Falls under Municipal Takeover. As the military trucks rolled in, soldiers breaking down doors of every home and exposing them to vervain bombs, they rounded up the vampires that were caught and the Augustine Program began its take over — that was until Matt Donovan remembered the undergrown tunnels that lead out of Mystic Falls. As he gathered his friends, Elena,Stefan,Caroline,Bonnie, and Damon; the group made it out alive and safely. However, Matt was caught helping his friends and so he was beaten to death for his choice of siding with the immortals.

Dr.Bowman found the fascinations of the vampires to be useful for human use. The healing,specifically. He held experiments on vampires which eventually failed. The military held a tight and well surveillance in the town. Nobody able to leave or come in. However, the humans who living in mystic falls survived and were forced to comply. Damon was devastated he had to leave Sonny behind. However, being a human in that town was safer than being a vampire. He promised himself to come back for her and so he did.

2010; Mystic Falls, VA

Klaus & Elijah Mikaelson was made aware of the circumstances that travelled not only from Bonnie but also through the news. It had been made known that vampires existed and anyone who came across one was mandated to turn them into their local Augustine Program facility. Klaus had rounded up any immortal being and continued to create hybrids to create an army of his own in case things went south. Damon finally decided to keep his word he made a year ago. Bonnie had gone with Damon and used an invisibility spell to help Damon make his way into the town of Mystic Falls. He finds Sonny, welcomed with a punch to the throat. Damon, apologizes to Sonny for disappearing and communicated they had little time to escape, confessing his love to Sonny as he returned to a town that was highly dangerous.

Damon extracts Sonny, safely making it out back to Bonnie. Travelling to a motel to gather their strength, Sonny and Damon express their love for eachother and engage in a night of passion. It was only until Stefan calls Damon to turn on the TV.

“We know who you are.. we have your names, and your faces. We order you to turn yourself in. If not complied, we will publicly execute the current immortals under captivity.” - Dr.Bowman

The stakes are high — however, Damon is not willing to give into the threats. With the support of Bonnie, the three now have to find a route to stop Augustine, and save Sonny’s father from the hands of the military. However, which road will lead to what?

[dreamsofandroidsndrones]

Alt Verses/Fandoms

{Note that the "abouts" will be prone to change and the ones already written are just a starting point.}

Main Verse

In some stupid amount of dumb luck or even a miracle, Tessa barely managed to escape her family's estate in the horrific event of Cyn slaughtering everyone at the gala. Tessa herself barely remembers how, other than completely adrenaline pumping chaos and pain bone deep. Lots of it, before waking up somewhere away from home after having passed out in the swamplands. Who found her? To the imagination.

Time skip a few years later and Tessa is a still awkward young adult. She has not been on earth since that night, witnessing the catastrophic end of her world at a distance. Not that she has been slacking in productivity on the sidelines. Tessa just might be onto something in re-creating a program to either erase or control the wild AI that is Absolute Solver.

Detroit Become Human Verse

[WIP]

Borderlands Verse

Tessa is a young woman who comes from a branched out and new corporation that entered the scene on Pandora. Proudly dubbed JCJenson in Spaaaaaaace that specializes in creating worker robots and mining for resources than focusing on weapons. Of course like most things, Her parent's company suddenly burned to the ground within its varying branches after a rather horrific AI virus spread from a found alien artifact, infecting majority of said drones. While there were safety measures that helped disassemble murderous rouge machines, the damage was already done. Many dead or fled for their lives. The rest was torn apart from opportunistic bandits or picked clean by predatory companies. Outside of a will, a deed to said company, and two humanoid androids, there's nothing left to really salvage for an orphaned heiress. Although Tessa isn't going to roll over that easy damnit.

Dead By Daylight Verse

Survivor Tessa can barely remember how she even got to this horrible world. The chaos, agony and bloodshed of the gala massacre melted away into a cold black mist. Now she is stuck in this strange dark place, struggling to figure where this world even is? Outside of that, this place is seemingly empty… maybe not too bad??? Well the mean and vulgar killers as less to be desired… Now if only she could ignore the fact there is a rotting, eldritch horror of a fleshy corpse that looks exactly like her peering just out of her sight…

Outlast Verse

[WIP]

Devil May Cry Verse

Trying to further build up wealth through dealing in demonic monsters and powerful artifacts was always going to blow up in her parent's face with the way they went about that situation. Long story short added with some spicey trauma drama, Tessa is an oddball heiress who, while knows better than to make deals with monsters, still fell into the footsteps of her parents. Trying to rebuild her broken empire with what money is left all the while putting all her energy into engineering a proper counter weapon akin to what previously mentioned corporation was trying to achieve. Before it blew up. Only she will try to play it smarter… hopefully?

Resident Evil Verse

The Elliots' are mostly known for their high tech engineering and newly developing robotic department. Tessa is well aware of this fact and while her parents hire people to do the hard work, the young lady enjoyed dabbling in the programs and designs. Especially creating personality fueled A.I. she created from scratch. Of course being shunned by her own parents the older she got, Tessa was not told much of anything about what took up most of their time. So should she be completely shocked the fact a portion of the funding was poured into Umbrella the entire timeline of when she was a child? Now the world is a constant roller-coaster full of shit after Raccoon City just vanished. The longer the world delves into power struggles ruled by greedy humans, the more Tessa grows fearful of what the future contains.

The Evil Within

[WIP]

Team Fortress 2

[WIP]

Cry of Fear Verse

[WIP]

Trigun Verse

[WP]

Dead Space Verse

[WIP]

(More to be added later)